Move Heaven and Earth

I know a lot of you are wondering why Draco did that. Well, let’s see. . . he was angry, he is in denial with love, he hates his life, his mother just died. . .etc. I could go on, but I won’t.

All shall be explained! And yes, Dumbledore knew that Draco had been going through rough times and he expected him to act rash, but he wasn’t worried. You shall all see why. *coughpowersurgecough*

Anyways, onward!

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part eleven

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

More notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So, if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified later ok?

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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It’s not like you didn’t know that

I said I love you and I swear I still do

And it must have been so bad

Cause livin’ with me must have damn near killed you

This is how you remind me of what I really am

This is how you remind me of what I really am

~How You Remind Me, by Nickelback

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Bright light. . . green, no. . . white shone before him as black circled around his being. Was this it? Was this what it was like to be dead? It didn’t feel as cold as he thought it would.

He reached the end of the li and and then he found himself in front of a familiar, beautiful face.

“M-Mum?” Harry gasped.

Lily Potter opened her arms, “Harry. . . it’s so good to see you.”

“Mother!” Harry flung himself into her arms and hugged her tightly. Crystalline tears flowed from his eyes as did a pair of identical green eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my darling son. So, so much.”

“I know Mum. You saved me from Voldemort.”

Lily walentlent for a while before she said, “There’s someone else that loves you just as much.”

The first person that popped into Harry’s head was, “Dad?”

Lily was quiet again. Finally she sighed, “Yes, your father loves you too, but I was thinking about another. . .”

Harry looked up, and their green eyes met. “Another?”

“Yes. You are not dead yet, Harry. It is not your time.”

“I’m—I’m not dead?”

Lily shook her head. Harry smiled when his mother did.

“Harry. . . the killing curse wasn’t strong enough. The base of the power was love. Love cannot kill. And since the one that loves you is connected to you through a Power Surge, the curse failed.”

Harry smiled, “Draco. . .”

Lily gently began to drift away from her son, “Go back, Harry. Go to the one who loves you—to the one you love. Go to him, go free him.”

“Mother!” Harry reached out, but his body, or spirit, was getting pulled backwards.

“Go back now, my son. Go save the one you love.”

Harry’s world swirled all around him, turning green and then black.

~*~

Madam Pomfrey hustled and bustled around a bed being occupied by none other than Draco Malfoy. He just had his face repaired from the damage that Ron Weasley had done after he did the killing curse on Harry. Everyone thought Harry was dead, at first, because there was no pulse. Then Ron jumped him and hit whatever his fists could find, mainly his face.

When Granger, Longbottom, Finnigan, Thomas, and even Lavender Brown had gotten Weasley off of him, Draco was bleeding so badly that he left a rather large puddle of blood underneath him. Ron got detention for it, but what was *he* going to get for using another Unforgivable curse? He had already used the other two, although it was for self-defense at first, and Snape decided to look away this time, only giving him detention.

Maybe he was going to be expelled. Well, that was better than going to Azkaban.

“What’s going to happen to me?” Draco asked, almost above a whisper.

Pomfrey heard him though and she replied, “That is up to Dumbledore to decide.”

Draco jumped and looked over at the nurse whom was folding bed sheets. “Dumbledore? He will be the one that decides my fate, huh? Well, goodie for me!” Draco almost sneered and then flopped down onto the bed.

“I heard,” Pomfrey said in a nasty tone, “that if you really did kill Harry, you’d be on your way to Azkaban.”

“But I DID kill him! Remember, no pulse?” Draco growled. He wasn’t sure if he was madder at himself or her. Especially since she brought it up.

“He’s not dead.” Pomfrey sighed irritably, “Don’t you remember when Professor McGonagall checked him that she felt a very minute pulse?”

“But—but Granger said. . .”

“Yeah, he had no pulse at the time, but for some weird reason, he had one again. His breathing was very shallow, but still. . . he’s alive.”

“Alive. . . Harry’s alive. . .”

“Don’t know how hevivevived it this time though.” She said, straightening up Draco’s clean clothes. “Many are saying it’s because the curse doesn’t work on him anymore, others think his mother’s spirit shielded him, or healed him—and some are saying that the whole thing was an act.”

“It was no act.” Draco muttered. “I really did. . .” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Now’s not the time to feel sorry for yourself. Not yet anyways. Just wait until you’re in Dumbledore’s office. Right now you’re going to take a bath. Now scoot!”

Draco hurried into the infirmary’s shower as told. He wasn’t sure why she didn’t seem pissed off at him, he was sure that everyone else was.

Once his bath was drawn out, Draco sank himself as deep as he could while he dreamed up all sorts of things that will happen to him. He’d get expelled, that was for sure. Just like that oaf Hagrid did. His wand will get broke in half. . . his father will disown him for getting expelled, and probably other reasons as well. He’ll be looked at in shame from his House, spat on by the other Houses. . . most of all Gryffindor. They would probably want to burn him at the stake, or lop his head off, or tie him to a cross and break his legs. . .

He finally decided to get out of the tub when his fingers were so pruney that it reminded him of old people, which reminded him of death, and then he had this sudden urge to see Harry. He had to be here, in the hospital wing, right? Pomfrey said that he was alive. . .

Draco hung his head. “He probably hates me now. But I don’t blame him.”

Dressed and hair brushed back, but not gelled, he walked out of the bathroom. Suddenly he became face to face with the old man himself- Professor Dumbledore.

“Good afternoon, Draco.”

Draco jumped, again. He was shocked to see the Headmaster here, but the shock changed into something similar to fear. This was it, he was going to get expelled.

“Do not be alarmed. I just want to talk.”

Draco exhaled, and then ran a hand through his hair nervously. “You’re not going to expel me?”

Dumbledore shook his head.

“But, sir. . .”

“Come and sit.” Dumbledore motioned for Draco to sit on the bed that he was assigned to. Draco walked over slowly and sat at the corner of his bed, eyes never leaving the Headmaster’s.

“Sir. . .” Draco fiddled with the hem of his robe, twisting it harshly in his hands. “I’m—I’m really sor. . .”

Dumbledore put a hand up for silence, “No apology is necessary.” His eyes twinkled, “I know that you’re suffering from guilt, and that kind of punishment is the worst any human being could have.”

“But, sir, I almost killed Harry!”

“But you didn’t, did you?”

“I could have—I almost did—he had no pulse—I almost. . .” Draco choked.

“Please calm down, Draco. Harry is in a deep coma right now, but from what Madam Pomfrey and I can tell, he should wake up from it.”

“But, sir!” Draco stood up, “I used an Unforgivable curse! Everyone saw me do it! If you don’t do anything to me, they’ll think that it’s all right to do it, or worse, they’ll hate me for getting away with doing it! You must punish me, sir! You must!”

Dumbledore let a small smile creep over his face, “I have already explained to everyone at lunch today why Harry didn’t die from the curse and what I will be doing to you.”

Draco’s face fell, “You mean that I’m the last to know all of this?”

“I had to speak to everyone as soon as possible or we’d have a riot on our hands.”

“They’d want my blood, you mean.”

“Draco—the reason why the killing curse didn’t work is because it was casted, and based, on love.” He let this sink into Draco’s head before he went on. “And yes, your connection with Harry helped too. There wasn’t a single ounce of hate in you when you casted that curse.”

Draco thought back. Yes, he did feel immense love toward Harry when he did it, an intense pull of wanting from the Power Surge. . . he was just so angry, so full of grief and despair, and when the light hit Harry, it wasn’t pure green. The color was tinted blue.

“I can’t believe that I lost control like that.” Draco frowned. “So, what happens to me
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Dumbledore smiled. That can’t be good, Draco thought.

~*~

Finally, after much coaxing, Pomfrey let Draco visit Harry. He was in his own room, Draco discovered. No wonder he didn’t see any of the other beds being occupied with the curtains drawn around them.

Harry was just lying there, glasses off, hair messy, and breath steady.

Draco slowly moved to the edge of Harry’s bed, and then he lightly ran a few fingers over Harry’s chest. “I did this.” Draco murmured, and then placed his hand over his lover’s heart. “I didn’t really mean to. . . please forgive me, Harry.”

But Harry didn’t stir; he just lay there, breathing normally.

Draco pulled up a chair and sat down next to Harry. He took his boyfriend’s (presumably Harry would still have him) hand in his and held it gently.

“I am a stupid git, aren’t I? But, Weasley already beat the shit out of me. He beat me back to my senses, I think.” Draco chuckled softly. “I know now that I had no right to take my anger out on you. I don’t even know why I did what I did. I guess I just thought that I didn’t deserve to be loved now that my whole world is turning upside down.

“My father won’t be happy that I have decided to stay with you, but that’s just too bad. He’s going to have to get used to me being with you, Potter. If he wants an heir that badly, then we’ll just find a way to have a child someday. But if we don’t then he’ll have to give it all to my uncle. Boohoo for him, huh?”

Harry still didn’t react. Draco continued to talk to the immobile Harry, telling him once in a while how stupid he was and how much he really loved him.

Later that night, without thinking about dinner, Draco fell asleep in his chair, still holding onto Harry’s hand.

~TBC~

Sorry that this part is short, but it just ends too perfectly to continue. Besides, the next part should be longer. ^_^

Which I shall post for you lovely peeps. :)