For It May Come True

Title: For It May Come True
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco & ???/???
Warnings: Lemon & Spoilers from book 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5. Please leave a review.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “The Lion and The Serpent”. In this story Harry and Draco are on their way back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when they are ambushed by Death Eaters, leaving Draco half dead. So distraught over Draco’s possible death Harry wishes he was never born . . . but will his wish actually come true?



Harry slowly walked back to Draco’s room as he ran through everything that happened in his head. For the first time since the attack, Harry was smiling, and felt hope for the future now, beating inside his heart. When Harry reached Draco’s room he saw that Draco was beginning to get dressed as Dumbledore spoke to the healer in charge. Clearly the healer was protesting Draco’s departure after only just waking up from a Cruitatious curse induced coma, regardless of the miraculous recovery. Finally, Dumbledore convinced him that the nurse at the school could take care of anything that came up and the healer had no choice but to allow Draco to leave.

“Can you tell us what’s going now?” Draco asked Harry as the healer left the room.

“Let’s get back to Hogwarts and talk their. . .” Harry replied as he looked where the death eater was last time before he left for the roof.

“The Aurors have him now Harry,” said Dumbledore answering Harry’s thoughts.

Harry just nodded in response and suddenly realized something as he looked upon Dumbledore. For the first time, Harry knew something he didn’t. Everything that had happened to him no one knew, and even if he explained it, would anyone believe him?

“By the way Harry, where did you get the armor and stuff?” Draco asked as he realized Harry’s changed attire.

“I’ll explain that as well when we get back. . .”

Harry and Draco followed Dumbledore to the ground floor and used the floo network to get back to the castle. When they reached the headmasters office, Dumbledore pointed to the seats in front of his desk, gesturing them to both sit down.

“I know this will all sound far fetched or worse but I’m afraid the truth is stranger than fiction in this case. . .” Harry began.

Dumbledore smiled, and then nodded for Harry to continue. Draco gave his hand a gentle squeeze for support and Harry began to tell the whole story:

“After Draco nearled, ed, and I saw him lying there, helpless, on the brink of insanity or certain death. . . I wanted to die . . .”

“Oh Harry. . .”Draco cut in . . . “it wasn’t your fault . . .”

“I know, but I felt responsible. If you weren’t me, me, in love with me you wouldn’t have been there in danger.”

“Harry, I would rather die young, loving you for only a short time then live to be an old man without ever being with you.”

Harry quickly forgot Dumbledore was even there and reached over to his lover and kissed him passionately for a few minutes. Then remembering that they were not alone they quickly broke apart, with both of their faces beet red.

“Sorry Professor. . .” Harry exclaimed.

“That’s quite alright. . .” Dumbledore replied with a huge smile on his face. . .

“Anyway, after I was forced back to Hogwarts I was alone brooding in my room . . .” Harry continued. . .

He slowly told them everything that had happened. The spirits, their lessons, his future self. The things Voldermort had achieved in the future and so on. Draco interrupted every now and then to ask questions as while Dumbledore only sat back, absorbing every piece of information as he stroked his beard and nodded. Harry continued telling the story in detail as everything was fresh in his mind, as well as his trips to the other world where Neville was the chosen boy to fight Voldermort. Then as Harry drew closer to the end to entering his own mind he stopped.

Everything he had seen in there when he learned who the Phoenix was as well as everything in his subcoous ous was very intimate and personal . . . Draco and Dumbledore waited patiently for Harry to continue, obviously intrigued at was next in the tale. Finally, Harry decided to tell them everything he had seen, not knowing if anything would truly come of use in the future. And so, Harry told them the Phoenix’s story, his quest, his pain, as well as his own. A tear trickled down Harry’s cheek even though he didn’t notice it, obviously so deeply into his own tale as he came to the end . . .

“Finally I went up to the roof to just as he had told me to do. I asked him to stay here with me but he told me that the spirits would claim him and erase his existence. I asked him about how you had heard of him and he said he tried to change the past on his own but nothing he did worked so he had no choice but to have me change everything. Then he gave me his magical armor and . . . and he and I kissed . . .”

Pausing purposely to see the effect of this revelation to both of them, Harry only saw wonder in Dumbledore’s face, and mostly confusion in Draco’s.

“After that he exploded into a large bird of flame and vanished as if he was never there . . .” Harry finished, now waiting to see what happened next.

For a moment no one spoke. The silence was deafening . . . as Harry just looked from one to the other. . . Then Dumbledore spoke:

“Since the beginning of July, there have been constant attacks on suspected strong holds of Death Eaters. The attacks have been vicious, leaving barely any witnesses alive. The Death Eaters that did survive were driven ne ane and could tell nothing to anyone. The only thing they would say was that a masked man had attacked. Along with that, the only other clue left was the Mark of the Order set above into the sky above the sites, just like the dark mark would be when the Death Eaters killed someone. Other than that, nothing conclusive could be found that would point to the culprit.”

“So what happens now?” Harry asked.

“You and Mr. Malfoy will stay here of coarse, where you are safe and I will also begin to make some new arrangements.”

“What kind of arrangements?” Draco asked suspiciously.

“Always the cunning Slytherin. . .” Dumbledore laughed. “It’s time Harry, for you to move forward with your extra tutoring in defense against the dark arts, as well as a few more things we must begin to teach you.”

“Alright, but what do you think will happen now?” Harry demanded.

“I’m afraid your guess is as good as mine in that matter Harry. You have changed the future yourself, and now that you have given yourself this second chance, yhoulhould take full advantage of it.”

With that Harry knew the meeting was over. But even as he stood up to leave, they were all aware that there was something very different about Harry now. After everything had been through, even Harry had to admit that things were different now, including him. Neither Harry nor Draco spoke on their way back to their private room in the dungeons, but when they reached their room, Draco was the first to speak:

“Promise me something, Harry . . .” Draco blurted out.

“What is it?”

“If anything ever happens, I want you to keep fighting and not become a monster, like You-Know-Who . . .”

“Draco . . .”

“Promise me!” Draco demanded.

“Ok . . . I promise”

Draco pulled Harry into his arms and into a passionate kiss at that moment and with out another word, Harry began to take off Draco’s robes. In no time at all Draco was standing before Harry completely nude, moaning as he felt Harry’s hands and lips touch him all over his body. Harry pulled Draco up against his own body, making Draco shiver asfeltfelt the chill of the Phoenix’s armor that Harry still had on.

“Need some help taking that off?” Draco asked playfully.

“No need” Harry said almost laughing.

With just a though, all the armor and clothes vanished, leaving nothing but the small mark of the phoenix on his wrist.

“Well that’s definitely a time saver” Draco laughed as he jumped into their bed.

Draco, propped himself up on his back against the pillows and headboard of the bed, quickly pulled Harry’s face towards his own. Their lips met. They began kissing passionately. With quiet moans of ecstasy, Harry pressed his lean muscular body against Draco’s body. Together they carried on as if they were trying to bond themselves together forever. Draco reached for Harry’s curved buttocks and braced him.

Harry was as ravenous as he could ever remember. He literally mauled Draco, kissing him harshly on the lips, then biting his nipples and licking his sternum and lapping the perspiration from his underarms. Harry was a million miles away. The animal in his place was a dominant beast that had been wandering the jungle for ages without nourishment. He was gluttonous as he made his way down to the only quarry by which he could be sated. He rearranged his body so that he was now kneeling, as if in prayer, with his head bent in supplication.

As Harry reached Draco’s shaft, he teased himself by first buy burying his nose in Draco’s scrotum and inhaling the scent of his pubic perspiration. Wanting to prolong the divine agony as long possible, he dragged his nose up Draco’s hot, throbbing veined cock. He memorized the contour of the steely rigid spike that was sheathed in a delicate veneer of almost diaphanous skin. Reaching the head, Harry’s tongue traced the symmetry of tremendous mushroom-shaped dome and tasted the gluey fluid that covered it. Harry licked it clean and made an involuntary slurping sound before opening his mouth as wide as possible and slowly wrapping his lips over and around Draco.

Draco thrashed his head against the pillows and moaned as quietly as he could, as Harry expertly gorged himself.

“Jeez, Harry! Jeez, what can I do for you? You’re driving me nuts! I want you to feel as good as I do! I’m practically ready to . . . oh shit, Harry . . . I’m so ready!”

Harry continued working, unable to speak to ease Draco’s distress about him seemingly doing all work and not getting the electric sensation that Draco was enjoying. If Harry could have stopped for a moment to explain, he would have told Draco that his hunger was the fulfillment he needed. He would have explained that more than anything, he wanted Draco to explode in his mouth. After another moment of excellent tongue work, Harry got what he wanted, as Draco spilled his seed into Harry’s mouth.

“Man, you did all the work, while I had the fun,” Draco apologized.

“It n’t n’t work that way,” Harry said. “Nothing for me could have been greater than having you come in mouth. Can you understand what it’s like for me to know that I have you in my body? You’re part of me. You’re circulating through my bloodstream. Soon you’ll be in every cell. From my lips and my tongue to my throat and stomach.”

“You are what you eat,” Draco laughed.

Harry just chuckled, his chest still heaving from his intense workout.

“You joke but it’s true. What a fucking load, just like the other day at the burrow. How do you do it?”

“Maybe it just seems like a lot” Draco responded with a red face.

“Trust me; you had maybe a gallon or more!”

Draco just smiled and said: “Am I in your heart too?”

“Especially in my heart.”

“Damn, you need to get off, too. I’ll do whatever you want” Draco responded, almost breaking out into laughter.

“What I want is to touch your skin and to kiss your nipples and to know that you feel about me the way I feel about you.”


Soon after another two hours of passion, Harry found himself lying awake with Draco at his side, sound asleep. Everything that had happened was still fresh in his mind, and for some reason, a strange urge kept racing through him. There was still something he had to do, and it was not going to be easy. Finally forcing himself to get up, Harry slipped out of bed carefully, so as not to wake Draco’s sleeping form. In the blink of an eye he was dressed in his armor once more, and walking through the corridors.

His foot steps echoed through the halls as he slowly made his way to his destination. And, sooner than he realized, he was once again at Dumbledore’s office, hoping the head master was still. Just a kno knocked on the door, it sprang open, as if expecting him.

“Good evening Harry? What brings you to my door at such a late hour?”

“Good evening Professor. I’m afraid I need you to help me with something. I would like to borrow your pensive for awhile, as well as quick instructions on how to use it” Harry answered.

For a moment, Dumbledore just smiled at Harry. It was clear that Harry did not want to say what he needed it for, but none the less, it was the question that hung in the air. Harry would tell Dumbledore what he needed it for, but only if he asked. It was something, he wanted, as well as needed, to do on his own. But, Dumbledore didn’t ask. Instead he went to closet and brought out the pensive and placed it on his desk, and nodded for Harry to come closer.

“Using the pensive is quite simple Harry. To extract a thought out of your mind, you simply concentrate on the thought, and place you want to your temple. Your wand will then latch on to the though and when you pull your wand away, it will still have the thought attached to it like so . . .”

Dumbledore gave Harry a demonstration with one of his own thoughts, and quickly placed it in the stone basin.

“Now to bring the thought back into your mind, you merely prod the thought with your wand and the thought will stick to your wand again, and then you press it back to your temple and it will be reabsorbed.”

Once again, Dumbledore demonstrated how to do so. After a few more moments of instructions, Harry thanked Dumbledore and left with the pensive in a bag Dumbledore provided. His heart was racing at what he was about to do, and every part of him was screaming for him to stop and to just go back to his bed and hold Draco in his arms. But, regardless of his fear of what he was about to attempt, or perhaps because if it, he continued walking to his destination down in the dungeon.

Faster than he anticipated, he found himself at the potion masters office. With a light knock, which echoed through out the hallway, Harry’s instincts screamed for him to run back to his room, but it was too late. The door swung open, revealing Professor Snape in his black robes, with a cruel sneer or his face.

“What do you want Mr. Potter? It’s rather late for you to be rooming the corridors at night, even if the new year hasn’t begun yet.”

“I know that, but I’m afraid I must speak with you, sir.” Harry responded respectfully.

Without a word Snape moved aside to let Harry into the office. In the corner there was a small cauldron, stirring itself, as a crimson potion simmered. But before Harry could ask what it was Snape broke his train of thought:

“Well . . .” Snape declared impatiently.

“To cut to the chase Professor, I came to make peace with you. No matter how much I may look like my father, that is not who I am. Ever since I rejoined the wizarding world, everyone has always told me what a great man my father was, but when I saw your memory in the pensive, I couldn’t believe what I saw. I’m truly sorry for violating your privacy, but I’m glad I had a chance to see the truth.”

For a moment no one spoke. Instead, Snape looked at Harry with a neutral look on his face, which Harry found very disturbing. If he looked angry at least Harry would know what to expect.

“Very well Mr. Potter, if that is all you may go now.”

“I’m afraid that’s not all, sir.” Harry responded, and pulled the pensive out from the bag.

Harry put the pensive on Snape’s desk and extracted four memories from his mind, carefully placing each in the stone basin.

“I saw your worst memory from your youth, so here are some of my own. Whether or not you look at them is your own choice, but if you do happen to look upon them, you may discover that we are not so different.”

“Potter . . .”

“I’ll be back tomorrow night to . . . recollect my thoughts” Harry interrupted. “Like I said it’s your choice.”


And with that, Harry walked back to his room and crawled back into bed. He wrapped his arms around the still sleeping Draco, and fell to sleep to the sound of his breath.


The next morning, Harry and Draco were awakened by a knock at their door. Draco quickly ran into their bathroom to get dressed as Harry went to see who it was. As soon as he opened the door, all he could see was a blur of bushy brown hair, as he felt someone hugging him.

“It’s nice to see you Hermione” Harry laughed.

“Oh, Harry I was so worried . . .”

“I know you were so was I. . .”

“I’m just glad you’re ok” Hermione said, finally letting go.

“So how did you get here?”

“Dumbledore brought us with a portkey, Ron’s on his way now; he just had to finish some chores back at the Burrow.”

Harry invited her in and they began to talk. Draco soon came out of the bathroom to join them and got his own bone crushing hug. A half hour later Ron showed up and before Harry knew it he was asked to retell the entire story of what happened. Hermione gasped and awed while Ron listened with great interest. After answering some questions they all agreed to get out and take advantage of the empty grounds by going swimming. Draco and Ron where in a heated discussion about Quidditch teams as they made their way out to the lake, while Harry and Hermione tried to hold in their laughter at the scene. Harry sat under the tree by the lake with Hermione while Ron and Draco quickly took to the water. For a while, Hermione and Harry were in a heated discussion about a book they had just read on charms when a familiar voice screamed out from the great doors.

“HARRY!”

Before Harry or his friends understood what was happening they saw Neville Longbottom running towards them from the castle.

“Neville what are you doing here? What’s wrong?” Harry quickly asked as Neville tried to catch his breath.

“My parents! Their cured!”

“WHAT!?!” they all said unison.

“Somehow, someone snuck into the hospital yesterday and reversed the damage done by the curse. Dumbledore is their now with them but he sent me here because who ever did it left a letter for Harry” Neville declared, as he pulled an envelope from his pocket.

Harry took the envelope from Neville and opened hastily:

Dear Harry,

If you’re reading this now, it means my plan has worked and I no longer exist. If I am correct, you should be getting this letter after the Longbottoms awaken. Seeing you tap into your inner power allowed me to tap into my own, so . . . quickly after you healed Draco, I went and healed the Longbottoms. I figured Neville should have some happiness as well, especially after seeing what the spirits showed you, I know you can understand that. Whatever happens now at this point is up to you. The future is what you make of it, and I know you will make it a good one.

But, I want to give you one last piece of advice before you make you your futuDon’Don’t be a Hero! This is a lesson I have learned the hard way. I don’t mean you shouldn’t try to save the people you care about, just the opposite. What I mean to say is that a hero is nothing but a sacrifice. Something to throw into the darkness to hold it at bay, to keep the world safe. But nothing will hold back the darkness that looms over the world for long. If this world has any chance, they must realize that they must fight the darkness along side their chosen hero, because only then will the darkness finally die.

In any case, I want you to notice the friends around you because within them you will see parts of yourself if you look hard enough. Within Ron, you see your self sacrificing bravery, and nobility. Within, Hermione you see you sharp mind and intellect, and of coarse in Draco, you see your own cunning and wit and passion. They are drawn to you, because you hold the very best of each of them inside of you. I am sure by now you have noticed how much you and Hermione discuss books and ideas together. How much of yourself you are willing to give up for those you love, and how different you are now beginning to approach situations with much more tact.

These are the keys to unlocking even more of your powers, and as you grow, you will soon be what I never was. . . A true warrior. . .



Sincerely,

The PHOENIX

Harry brushed a bittersweet tear from the left side of his face and saw his friends all watching him, waiting to see what had happened.

“Are you alright Harry?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence.

Harry just smiled and hugged her, catching her by surprise. Before any of them knew it Harry embraced each of them and then spoke:

“I’ll be ok. For the first time, I think I’m ok.”

“Who’s the letter from? What does it say?” asked Neville.

“It says that your parents should be ok now, and that you should spend as much time with them as you can.”

Then, before anyone could ask or say anything else, Harry told them he was going to wait for Dumbledore in his office to talk to him, and quickly went to his rooms to change. Things where getting interesting to say the least, and now that Harry knew of his second chance, he decided it was his responsibility to take full advantage of it. He didn’t know what was going to happen. What was Dumbledore would say when he came back from St. Mungo’s or what would happen with Snape and the pensive, or anything about Voldemort? But, the one thing he knew for sure was that whatever was before him, he would meet it head on . . .




The End . . .