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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
40,017
Reviews:
227
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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True Sight
Chapter Number/Total: 18/36
Chapter Title: True Sight
Words: 2423 Words
Harry left the room a while later, walking slowly and feeling along the wall. He walked down the long hallway that he knew led to the staircase and stopped at the top. He strained to hear anyone walking, just in case someone was walking up. When he didn't hear anything, he slowly began to walk down the steps, gripping the banister tightly.
He stepped off the last step and paused again, listening.
"Tonks?" he said loud enough for someone to hear, wondering if she was close by.
Mrs Black's painting began screaming and, not long after, Tonks and Remus came out of the study to find out what had set her off.
"Harry? Did you need something?" Remus asked.
Covering his ears and stepping as far away from the painting as he could, Harry nodded. "Is Tonks around?" he asked.
"Here, Harry," she answered, taking his elbow and steering him back into the study with her and Remus. They shut the door and it was suddenly a lot quieter. "Whatcha need, Harry?" she asked.
"I wanted to go get a wand," he answered, smiling a bit as he stood up straight. "If you're not busy."
"Um, well, I guess I won't be going to work for a while." Tonks answered, sounding a bit distracted.
Remus huffed at her statement.
"Why not?" he asked, frowning.
The other two exchanged glances. "I'm taking some time off," she said cautiously.
"Why?" Harry asked, scowling. He hoped it wasn't because of him.
There was another long pause while Tonks and Remus carried on a silent argument involving hand gestures and glares. "I can't really talk about it, Harry. The short story is that I'm under review by the Ministry," she said and sighed.
"Oh." Because of something I did, he added silently, shaking his head. "Well ... if you want to go."
"Sure," she said, sounding brighter. "I think that sounds nice. Let's go. Are you ready?"
Harry smiled again. "I'm ready. Are you?"
He felt her take his hand. "Come on, Harry," she said brightly. "We can make a holiday of it."
Harry held on tightly, letting out a small laugh. "A holiday?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. "When's the last time we got to go out that was just for fun and not a mission of some kind?"
Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times. "I ... I don't know," he answered honestly.
"Right," she said, leading them past the still yelling portrait and out the door. "Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, still holding on tightly to her hand. "Ready." Hopefully, he thought.
She Apparated them to an area near the Leaky Cauldron and led Harry in. The pub was doing a pretty brisk business this late in the afternoon. Someone noticed who he was and suddenly there were a lot of people wanting to thank Harry for his defeat of Voldemort.
"You're welcome," Harry said a few times, quickly beginning to get uncomfortable. He felt someone pat him on the shoulder and he jerked away, knocking into Tonks.
"Give'm some room," Tonks barked out.
Then Harry heard the whispering. "He's blind?" "Can it be?"
Harry scowled. "Can we go, Tonks?" he murmured, not wanting to hear the voices anymore, but he knew this was only the beginning.
"Sure, Harry," she said, leading him to the entrance of the alley and tapping the stones with her wand. "Suppose we'll have to teach you how to do that by touch," she mused. They stepped through into Diagon Alley. "Well, they started fixin' things up a lot," she said.
"Really?" He breathed in deeply and sighed, wishing he could see the difference.
She put her hand in the crook of his arm, so that it looked more natural to be holding on to him. As they walked along, she described all the changes and the shops that had been repaired and reopened after those last terrible days of the war. Finally, they reached Ollivander's shop. "Well, we're here," she said.
Harry listened quietly as they walked to the shop. He heard the voices of a few people who noticed him, but he managed to fade them out and pay attention to Tonks. "Well ... let's go in," he said, nodding. "Can't believe I'm doing this for the second time."
"It's unusual, but not unheard of, for folks to need a new one," she said, opening the door and taking him into the shop.
"Well, well, I was wondering when you would be in," the familiar voice of Ollivander said.
Harry grinned at the voice. He always wondered how the old man knew things like that. "Took me a while, huh?" he said, slipping his arm out of Tonks' grasp and cautiously moving forward on his own.
Ollivander grasped his hand firmly, shaking it and then leading him forward as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "And it might be fortuitous that you no longer have your old wand," he said. "That one was linked with his and is no longer needed. Is it?"
"No, it isn't. Have you any ideas of new wands for me?" he asked, feeling a bit nervous about the whole process.
"Mmm," Ollivander hummed and then said, "I have actually been thinking a lot about you lately. Wondering what your goals will be now. Your wand will need to be one that can handle your new life."
"I haven't thought about that yet," he answered, shrugging. He was still getting used to not having his sight. What would he really do for the rest of his life?
"Think about it now then," he said. "It will help us find the right wand or the right wand, find you."
"But I don't know. What is there for me to do? Especially now that I'm like this," Harry said.
"So the wand needs to help you see what you cannot see," Ollivander said, and then, "What else?"
"That's basically it. I can't think of anything else right now," he replied, biting his lip.
"Mmm," Ollivander hummed and studied him for a moment.
"Harry?" Tonks asked. "Would you mind if I returned in a few minutes? I want to check something out at the shop next door."
"That's okay," he answered, turning back in her direction.
Harry heard the door open and close. "Now, we are alone," Ollivander said, placing Harry's hand on the counter. "Let me consider some wands for you, while you consider if there is anything to add to our conversation."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking confused.
"You looked like you were unwilling to discuss something," Ollivander said, looking through boxes. "Choosing a wand can be a very personal experience."
"Yeah, I just don't want to seem like a burden to anyone," he said after a moment, sighing.
"Let me try something I haven't done in a while," he said. "I am going to ask you a question and I want you to just say quickly the first thing that comes to mind when I do."
Harry raised an eyebrow, but stood up straight and nodded, waiting for him to start.
"What is the magical creature you feel closest to?"
"A werewolf," he answered quickly, blushing a bit.
"Mmm," Ollivander hummed. "An interesting choice. That does give me an idea." He went back to his shelves and found a box, setting it on the counter by Harry's hand and opening it. "Try this," he suggested.
He carefully took the wand out and held it for a moment. "Okay." He waved it, just like he did the first time he went to get a wand.
"Your magic is much more controlled than it was before," Ollivander said. "Try a simple spell, something you know well."
"Lumos," Harry murmured, flicking the wand.
"Ah, very good," Ollivander said. "You can't see that, can you?"
"No," he replied, feeling a bit ashamed.
"Not a problem," Ollivander said. "I will teach you a new one. But I must warn you, it has unusual effects. It lets you see the truth, not just what is visible."
"The truth as well as what is visible," Harry repeated, tilting his head curiously. "Teach me, please."
"The truth isn't always nice, Mr Potter," Ollivander said, "but yes, I think you will appreciate this spell. It is the true sight spell, Aspectus Veritas."
"Okay. Aspectus Veritas," he said clearly, flicking the wand again. There was sudden light in the darkness of his eyes. He blinked and tried to focus, the light becoming brighter. He could see the shelves of the shop. He gasped and looked around, everything going dark again. "What ... I could just ...."
"You have to point your wand at what you want to see," Ollivander said.
"Oh ...." Harry moved it in front of him quickly and the world brightened again. "Wow," he whispered, biting his lip at the sight. He really didn't know how much he had missed it. "Thank you."
"There is werewolf bone inside that wand," Ollivander said in a hushed tone.
"Really?" He looked up at him, moving the wand along as well. "So, I'm guessing this is the wand," he said, grinning at him.
"Yes, exactly," he said. Behind Harry, the door opened.
Harry turned, grin getting wider at the sight of Tonks. "Tonks!" he exclaimed. "I can see!"
Tonks held up her hands, eyes wide. "Harry, careful pointing that at me!" she complained.
"No, no -- I have to do it in order to see you," he explained. "Your hair's still pink," he commented, laughing.
"Oh, a vision spell?" she asked, putting her hands down but still looking a bit concerned.
He nodded, feeling happier than he had in a while. "Mr Ollivander taught it to me. And this is my new wand."
"Great, Harry," she said and smiled. "But remember, not everyone is gonna be comfortable with you pointin' a wand at them."
"I won't use it all the time," he promised. "It just feels nice to see again, you know? And you. I haven't seen you in such a long time."
"Yeah ...." After another moment, Harry quietly turned around and ended the spell, placing the wand back down on the counter. "Okay, I guess that's it, right?"
They paid for the wand and stepped back out into the street. "How about a trip to the robe shop, Harry?" she suggested.
Harry took her hand again as they walked. "That sounds good. I need new robes."
They made their way to Madam Malkin's robe shop. The woman was delighted to see Harry.
Harry politely smiled and greeted Madam Malkin, going with her when she wanted to measure him for new robes. The whole process took a while, but at least he was getting them.
"Hey, Tonks?" he asked, holding his arms out for Malkin.
"Yes?" she said from where she was sitting in a chair to one side.
"You think we can get clothes for Draco?" he asked softly.
"Do you know his measurements?" she asked.
"Not really," he murmured. "I know my clothes are too short for him."
Madam Malkin looked up at him from where she was measuring. "Can he not come in for a fitting?" she asked.
"No, not yet at least," he answered, sighing.
"Can you show me where he differs from you and how much?" she asked.
"Uhm ... he's taller ... and his chest is wider," he began to explain, using his hands to show exactly how.
"Mmm," she said measuring the distance he showed. "I could not get an exact fit, but it could be altered with a spell to fit better."
"That's fine. And make sure they don't have buttons or anything like that. Just pull-ons, you know?" he added.
"No buttons?" she asked, frowning.
"Yeah. He doesn't like them very much. But if it's a real hassle, it's fine," he replied. He'd have to teach Draco how to do it.
"I will see what can be done," she said. She packaged up robes for him and for Draco, and then they were ready to go.
Harry took Tonks' hand again as they left the shop. "Hey, can we go to the Quidditch shop, too?"
"Sure, Harry," she said, patting his hand and leading the way.
Harry smiled a bit, following her. He could hear people talking again. He wanted to use the spell, but refrained from doing it, deciding that he didn't want to rely on his wand all the time. "People talk too much," he said to Tonks, squeezing her hand. He even heard some people wonder if they were together. He flushed, but didn't pull away from her.
Tonks squeezed his arm. "Don't let 'em bother you, Harry," she said.
"I'm not," he mumbled, obviously lying. "This'll probably be in the papers tomorrow, too."
"I don't mind, if you don't," she laughed. "We both know who we want and they're back at the house."
"True. Are we there yet?" he asked, wanting to get one thing then head back.
"Yes," she said, opening the door and taking him into the shop.
"I want a Snitch," he said, once they were inside. He could hear the sound of children's voices, all of them talking about the latest broom on the market. He frowned a bit.
Tonks led him over to the counter and got the salesperson's attention. "What can I do for you, Mr Potter?" he asked.
"I want to buy a Snitch," he replied. "A good one."
"Um, okay," the man said, hesitating some. Then he brought back a box and set it on the counter. "This is our best one, Mr Potter."
Harry pulled out his wand and whispered the spell that would let him see again. He picked up the Snitch and examined it for a moment. "Okay, I'll take it."
Tonks laughed happily beside him.
Harry grinned as he paid for the Snitch, ending the spell a moment later. "Let's go home," he said, reaching for her hand again.
Once they stepped outside again. Tonks leaned in. "So what's the Snitch for?" she asked.
"My own amusement," he answered, laughing a bit.
They Apparated back to the house and Tonks was still in a good mood. "At least here you can use that new spell without scarin' folks," she said.
"I still want to make my way around without the spell though," he answered, shrugging. "Can't rely just on it."
"Good idea, Harry," she said. "I know Remus is upset about stuff, but I think you can handle things okay."
Harry nodded, going inside. "Thanks, Tonks."
Chapter Title: True Sight
Words: 2423 Words
Harry left the room a while later, walking slowly and feeling along the wall. He walked down the long hallway that he knew led to the staircase and stopped at the top. He strained to hear anyone walking, just in case someone was walking up. When he didn't hear anything, he slowly began to walk down the steps, gripping the banister tightly.
He stepped off the last step and paused again, listening.
"Tonks?" he said loud enough for someone to hear, wondering if she was close by.
Mrs Black's painting began screaming and, not long after, Tonks and Remus came out of the study to find out what had set her off.
"Harry? Did you need something?" Remus asked.
Covering his ears and stepping as far away from the painting as he could, Harry nodded. "Is Tonks around?" he asked.
"Here, Harry," she answered, taking his elbow and steering him back into the study with her and Remus. They shut the door and it was suddenly a lot quieter. "Whatcha need, Harry?" she asked.
"I wanted to go get a wand," he answered, smiling a bit as he stood up straight. "If you're not busy."
"Um, well, I guess I won't be going to work for a while." Tonks answered, sounding a bit distracted.
Remus huffed at her statement.
"Why not?" he asked, frowning.
The other two exchanged glances. "I'm taking some time off," she said cautiously.
"Why?" Harry asked, scowling. He hoped it wasn't because of him.
There was another long pause while Tonks and Remus carried on a silent argument involving hand gestures and glares. "I can't really talk about it, Harry. The short story is that I'm under review by the Ministry," she said and sighed.
"Oh." Because of something I did, he added silently, shaking his head. "Well ... if you want to go."
"Sure," she said, sounding brighter. "I think that sounds nice. Let's go. Are you ready?"
Harry smiled again. "I'm ready. Are you?"
He felt her take his hand. "Come on, Harry," she said brightly. "We can make a holiday of it."
Harry held on tightly, letting out a small laugh. "A holiday?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. "When's the last time we got to go out that was just for fun and not a mission of some kind?"
Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times. "I ... I don't know," he answered honestly.
"Right," she said, leading them past the still yelling portrait and out the door. "Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, still holding on tightly to her hand. "Ready." Hopefully, he thought.
She Apparated them to an area near the Leaky Cauldron and led Harry in. The pub was doing a pretty brisk business this late in the afternoon. Someone noticed who he was and suddenly there were a lot of people wanting to thank Harry for his defeat of Voldemort.
"You're welcome," Harry said a few times, quickly beginning to get uncomfortable. He felt someone pat him on the shoulder and he jerked away, knocking into Tonks.
"Give'm some room," Tonks barked out.
Then Harry heard the whispering. "He's blind?" "Can it be?"
Harry scowled. "Can we go, Tonks?" he murmured, not wanting to hear the voices anymore, but he knew this was only the beginning.
"Sure, Harry," she said, leading him to the entrance of the alley and tapping the stones with her wand. "Suppose we'll have to teach you how to do that by touch," she mused. They stepped through into Diagon Alley. "Well, they started fixin' things up a lot," she said.
"Really?" He breathed in deeply and sighed, wishing he could see the difference.
She put her hand in the crook of his arm, so that it looked more natural to be holding on to him. As they walked along, she described all the changes and the shops that had been repaired and reopened after those last terrible days of the war. Finally, they reached Ollivander's shop. "Well, we're here," she said.
Harry listened quietly as they walked to the shop. He heard the voices of a few people who noticed him, but he managed to fade them out and pay attention to Tonks. "Well ... let's go in," he said, nodding. "Can't believe I'm doing this for the second time."
"It's unusual, but not unheard of, for folks to need a new one," she said, opening the door and taking him into the shop.
"Well, well, I was wondering when you would be in," the familiar voice of Ollivander said.
Harry grinned at the voice. He always wondered how the old man knew things like that. "Took me a while, huh?" he said, slipping his arm out of Tonks' grasp and cautiously moving forward on his own.
Ollivander grasped his hand firmly, shaking it and then leading him forward as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "And it might be fortuitous that you no longer have your old wand," he said. "That one was linked with his and is no longer needed. Is it?"
"No, it isn't. Have you any ideas of new wands for me?" he asked, feeling a bit nervous about the whole process.
"Mmm," Ollivander hummed and then said, "I have actually been thinking a lot about you lately. Wondering what your goals will be now. Your wand will need to be one that can handle your new life."
"I haven't thought about that yet," he answered, shrugging. He was still getting used to not having his sight. What would he really do for the rest of his life?
"Think about it now then," he said. "It will help us find the right wand or the right wand, find you."
"But I don't know. What is there for me to do? Especially now that I'm like this," Harry said.
"So the wand needs to help you see what you cannot see," Ollivander said, and then, "What else?"
"That's basically it. I can't think of anything else right now," he replied, biting his lip.
"Mmm," Ollivander hummed and studied him for a moment.
"Harry?" Tonks asked. "Would you mind if I returned in a few minutes? I want to check something out at the shop next door."
"That's okay," he answered, turning back in her direction.
Harry heard the door open and close. "Now, we are alone," Ollivander said, placing Harry's hand on the counter. "Let me consider some wands for you, while you consider if there is anything to add to our conversation."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking confused.
"You looked like you were unwilling to discuss something," Ollivander said, looking through boxes. "Choosing a wand can be a very personal experience."
"Yeah, I just don't want to seem like a burden to anyone," he said after a moment, sighing.
"Let me try something I haven't done in a while," he said. "I am going to ask you a question and I want you to just say quickly the first thing that comes to mind when I do."
Harry raised an eyebrow, but stood up straight and nodded, waiting for him to start.
"What is the magical creature you feel closest to?"
"A werewolf," he answered quickly, blushing a bit.
"Mmm," Ollivander hummed. "An interesting choice. That does give me an idea." He went back to his shelves and found a box, setting it on the counter by Harry's hand and opening it. "Try this," he suggested.
He carefully took the wand out and held it for a moment. "Okay." He waved it, just like he did the first time he went to get a wand.
"Your magic is much more controlled than it was before," Ollivander said. "Try a simple spell, something you know well."
"Lumos," Harry murmured, flicking the wand.
"Ah, very good," Ollivander said. "You can't see that, can you?"
"No," he replied, feeling a bit ashamed.
"Not a problem," Ollivander said. "I will teach you a new one. But I must warn you, it has unusual effects. It lets you see the truth, not just what is visible."
"The truth as well as what is visible," Harry repeated, tilting his head curiously. "Teach me, please."
"The truth isn't always nice, Mr Potter," Ollivander said, "but yes, I think you will appreciate this spell. It is the true sight spell, Aspectus Veritas."
"Okay. Aspectus Veritas," he said clearly, flicking the wand again. There was sudden light in the darkness of his eyes. He blinked and tried to focus, the light becoming brighter. He could see the shelves of the shop. He gasped and looked around, everything going dark again. "What ... I could just ...."
"You have to point your wand at what you want to see," Ollivander said.
"Oh ...." Harry moved it in front of him quickly and the world brightened again. "Wow," he whispered, biting his lip at the sight. He really didn't know how much he had missed it. "Thank you."
"There is werewolf bone inside that wand," Ollivander said in a hushed tone.
"Really?" He looked up at him, moving the wand along as well. "So, I'm guessing this is the wand," he said, grinning at him.
"Yes, exactly," he said. Behind Harry, the door opened.
Harry turned, grin getting wider at the sight of Tonks. "Tonks!" he exclaimed. "I can see!"
Tonks held up her hands, eyes wide. "Harry, careful pointing that at me!" she complained.
"No, no -- I have to do it in order to see you," he explained. "Your hair's still pink," he commented, laughing.
"Oh, a vision spell?" she asked, putting her hands down but still looking a bit concerned.
He nodded, feeling happier than he had in a while. "Mr Ollivander taught it to me. And this is my new wand."
"Great, Harry," she said and smiled. "But remember, not everyone is gonna be comfortable with you pointin' a wand at them."
"I won't use it all the time," he promised. "It just feels nice to see again, you know? And you. I haven't seen you in such a long time."
"Yeah ...." After another moment, Harry quietly turned around and ended the spell, placing the wand back down on the counter. "Okay, I guess that's it, right?"
They paid for the wand and stepped back out into the street. "How about a trip to the robe shop, Harry?" she suggested.
Harry took her hand again as they walked. "That sounds good. I need new robes."
They made their way to Madam Malkin's robe shop. The woman was delighted to see Harry.
Harry politely smiled and greeted Madam Malkin, going with her when she wanted to measure him for new robes. The whole process took a while, but at least he was getting them.
"Hey, Tonks?" he asked, holding his arms out for Malkin.
"Yes?" she said from where she was sitting in a chair to one side.
"You think we can get clothes for Draco?" he asked softly.
"Do you know his measurements?" she asked.
"Not really," he murmured. "I know my clothes are too short for him."
Madam Malkin looked up at him from where she was measuring. "Can he not come in for a fitting?" she asked.
"No, not yet at least," he answered, sighing.
"Can you show me where he differs from you and how much?" she asked.
"Uhm ... he's taller ... and his chest is wider," he began to explain, using his hands to show exactly how.
"Mmm," she said measuring the distance he showed. "I could not get an exact fit, but it could be altered with a spell to fit better."
"That's fine. And make sure they don't have buttons or anything like that. Just pull-ons, you know?" he added.
"No buttons?" she asked, frowning.
"Yeah. He doesn't like them very much. But if it's a real hassle, it's fine," he replied. He'd have to teach Draco how to do it.
"I will see what can be done," she said. She packaged up robes for him and for Draco, and then they were ready to go.
Harry took Tonks' hand again as they left the shop. "Hey, can we go to the Quidditch shop, too?"
"Sure, Harry," she said, patting his hand and leading the way.
Harry smiled a bit, following her. He could hear people talking again. He wanted to use the spell, but refrained from doing it, deciding that he didn't want to rely on his wand all the time. "People talk too much," he said to Tonks, squeezing her hand. He even heard some people wonder if they were together. He flushed, but didn't pull away from her.
Tonks squeezed his arm. "Don't let 'em bother you, Harry," she said.
"I'm not," he mumbled, obviously lying. "This'll probably be in the papers tomorrow, too."
"I don't mind, if you don't," she laughed. "We both know who we want and they're back at the house."
"True. Are we there yet?" he asked, wanting to get one thing then head back.
"Yes," she said, opening the door and taking him into the shop.
"I want a Snitch," he said, once they were inside. He could hear the sound of children's voices, all of them talking about the latest broom on the market. He frowned a bit.
Tonks led him over to the counter and got the salesperson's attention. "What can I do for you, Mr Potter?" he asked.
"I want to buy a Snitch," he replied. "A good one."
"Um, okay," the man said, hesitating some. Then he brought back a box and set it on the counter. "This is our best one, Mr Potter."
Harry pulled out his wand and whispered the spell that would let him see again. He picked up the Snitch and examined it for a moment. "Okay, I'll take it."
Tonks laughed happily beside him.
Harry grinned as he paid for the Snitch, ending the spell a moment later. "Let's go home," he said, reaching for her hand again.
Once they stepped outside again. Tonks leaned in. "So what's the Snitch for?" she asked.
"My own amusement," he answered, laughing a bit.
They Apparated back to the house and Tonks was still in a good mood. "At least here you can use that new spell without scarin' folks," she said.
"I still want to make my way around without the spell though," he answered, shrugging. "Can't rely just on it."
"Good idea, Harry," she said. "I know Remus is upset about stuff, but I think you can handle things okay."
Harry nodded, going inside. "Thanks, Tonks."