Home Wrecker

Title: Home Wrecker
Status/Part: 19/21
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM, RW/PP, SS/Surprise
Key words: M/M, AU, Sexual Content, Graphic Torture

Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Sorry folks, no beta on this one. If you find glaring mistakes, please let me know and I’ll do my best to edit.

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Chapter 19

Hermione, Harry and Draco took seats across from the Dursleys. Hermione looked at the muggles, making eye contact with each of them.

“We will be asking each of you questions. You will not hear the questions or the answers from the others. When this is completed, you will be held until the Ministry can convene to hear your case. You will answer the questions asked by any of the three of us.”

Hermione looked to Harry and Draco. They both nodded to her.

“What is your name?” She was answered by each one, Vernon Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley and Dudley Dursley in turn.

“What is your relationship to Harry Potter?”

Vernon was the first asked. “That no good, trouble making freak is my wife’s nephew. He’s been nothing but a burden in my life.”

Petunia answered. “That ungrateful freak is my dead freakish sister’s son. I’m ashamed to call him nephew.”

Dudley finished out the answers. “That freaky faggot, I’m ashamed to admit, is my cousin.”

Hermione and Draco looked at Harry. They could tell Harry was hearing all of this from the past. Draco held his hand under the table. The brunet looked at his husband and smiled then nodded to Hermione.

“Dudley Dursley how do you know Draco Malfoy-Potter?”

The younger Dursley looked at Draco and licked his lips. Draco shuddered.

Dudley answered. “I know him quite intimately. I can tell you he has a tight little hole and he’s trained to give you a good time. He was worth every penny we paid for me to fuck him. Twice. I could hardly believe my luck when his “Master” found me. It was like he’d been looking for me. He finally told me he had been searching for Potter’s relatives. I was happy to fuck the blond to have the ultimate over Potter.”

“Enough Dursley. We don’t need to hear anymore.”

Hermione raised a dividing wall between the two sides and a privacy bubble erected around the three. Harry pulled Draco into his lap, kissing him. He finally broke the kiss.

“Draco, listen to me. We have to keep going. It won’t be long now. It’s only spiteful words they are spewing. Jealousy knows no boundaries. You are my love, always, no matter what that miserable prick over there says. I love you.”

Draco nodded, cleaned his face with Harry’s handkerchief and took a cleansing breath. He wanted this over with and the truth known.

Hermione lowered the wall and dispersed the bubble. The three Dursleys sat smirking, thinking they had gotten to the others. Harry looked at his fat cousin and couldn’t resist his own barb. “You have the nerve to call me a faggot? Better a faggot than a faggot rapist wouldn’t you say cousin? Or is it no man would touch you or let you touch them so you had to pay for it? That’s even more pitiful.” Harry broke off and sat back, squeezing Draco’s hand and looked to see a condescending smirk on Draco’s face.

A thought occurred to Hermione as she looked at them again. The next question was addressed to Petunia.

“Petunia Evans Dursley, you claim to be the sister of Lily Evans Potter, a witch?”

Petunia smirked and wrinkled her nose. “I only say that because it’s the truth and I have to. I take no pleasure in admitting to be the sister of a freak.”

Hermione glared at the woman and pulled her wand. A simple incantation and a glow surrounded Petunia. Vernon and Dudley saw it and grew furious. Harry and Draco saw it and gasped. Hermione just nodded.

“Let the records show that I, Hermione Jane Granger, have tested the supposed muggle Petunia Evans Dursley for magic. Let the record also show it was proven positive although at a low level consistent with a typical three year old witch. I will be testing each male as well.”

Saying that, she turned her wand to Vernon who started balking and swearing. Hermione hit him with a Silencio and quiet was again in the room. She cast the spell and the two wizards gasped. It was true, Vernon was pure muggle. When Hermione cast the spell on Dudley though, it was different. The blond and brunet wizards initially started pointing and laughing at Dudley while Hermione sat stunned. The Dursleys were sitting there fuming. Hermione looked at Petunia.

“Mrs. Dursley, before I cast the next identifying spell, is there anything you want to tell your family? When you’re done, I’ll have a few things to explain as well.”

The skinny woman sat there as Vernon’s brains kicked in. “Are you trying to lie and tell me my son, MY SON, is a freak like Potter? I’ll not believe your lies.”

The man was agitated and Petunia didn’t want to do this for fear of her life, but it was time.

“Vernon dear, there is something you need to know. Once a long time ago you were off on one of your days. There came a knock on the door. I answered it. There before me stood a man with golden hair and the most amazing smile. It fair near sparkled and gleamed. I knew he was one of those charlatan door to door salesmen but he talked himself right into the house. Before I knew it, we were naked and rolling on the floor in the living room. He gave me something sweet to drink and as we finished having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, he made sure to leave me with this message. He told me not to worry; his son would look just like you to protect me. He also said his son would be a wizard. I never told anyone. I prayed and prayed it was a dream. Nine months to the day proved it wasn’t a dream. So, no Vernon, your son isn’t a freak. Your son doesn’t exist. Roy’s son does and now knows he’s a wizard.”

Hermione put more restraints on Vernon and Dudley as the both went for Petunia. Harry and Draco sat shocked. There was more for them to hear. Hermione cleared her throat.

“Mrs. Dursley, can you remember the ‘charlatan’s name?”

Petunia sat there thinking back in time, seeing him in her mind. She nodded and said clearly “Roy Lockhart. The initials on his case though were GL.”

Harry started laughing so hard his chair fell backwards. He landed hard but kept laughing. Draco looked down at his husband.

“Harry Potter, get up and settle down. We need to hear this. I don’t think you realize what’s happening.”

Harry stopped and looked at the serious face of his husband before righting the chair and sitting down.

“Now that I have your attention my love, you need to listen carefully. You Aunt had Gilderoy Lockhart’s child named Dudley Dursley. Dudley, your cousin, was the rapist that impregnated me twice. My children are essentially part yours through the Evans line. This explains some things Poppy found.”

While their attention was diverted, Vernon had managed to break free of his confinement. He grabbed Petunia by the neck, screaming every invective he knew at her while shaking her before throwing her into the wall. Hermione tried to stun him but he avoided it. He went after Petunia lying crumpled on the floor. Dudley worked free and went after Vernon.

“Dad, Dad, stop. You’re killing Mum.”

Vernon back-handed Dudley in the face, stopping the young man in his tracks.

“Don’t you ever call me Dad you freak, faggot rapist. I want nothing to do with your kind.”

Dudley lunged at Vernon, landing on him on top of Petunia. A sickening snap was heard and Petunia Evans Dursley stopped moving and breathing. Dudley cried out “Mummy” as Vernon knocked him off his back before pulling a knife from his pocket and stabbing Dudley in the heart killing him. Vernon leaned back with a sneer to his dead ‘family’ as he turned to the other three and laughed uncontrollably. Before the wizards and witch could act, his laughter turned to coughing and clutching at his chest. As the three got up to rush to him, he fell over dead – his heart couldn’t take the strain.

Hermione ran for the door. Flinging it open, she yelled “Someone get me a healer from St. Mungos. I mean ten minutes ago people. MOVE.”

Harry and Draco heard the movements outside and looked at the carnage inside. The healer ran in and began checking over the three. He stood up and shook his head. Hermione thanked him, called for the attendants and had the bodies removed.

“Harry, I don’t know who has blessed you in this life, but you truly are. Those three will never touch your family again. You’re free now. You and Draco can enjoy your daughters. Go home; I’ll take care of everything from this end. If the Ministry has questions, I’ll come to you. Go home, name your daughters, file the paperwork and I’ll visit when you’re ready. Draco, love your daughters as I know you do. I can’t tell you how glad I am you’re home; you are re-united with Harry and your children. Go take care of each other.”

She kissed each one as she embraced them. She led them from the interrogation room to the closest floo. Within seconds, they were back in their bedroom. They stood holding each other, looking into each other’s eyes before meeting in a healing kiss.

A loud sounding throat clearing interrupted them. Severus Snape stood looking at them trying to look menacing while holding a sleeping little girl while his black robed shoulder was covered with a cloth nappy. A raised eyebrow answered their smiles. Draco moved away only to be followed by Harry. Both kissed the little one and went into the girl’s temporary bedroom. Jocelyn was curled up asleep on her bed and the other little one lay sleeping in her crib. Severus put the youngest in her crib before ushering them all out to the master bedroom.

Severus helped Poppy to a chair, took one for himself as the couple sat on the loveseat together.

“Oscar” was said by both Harry and Draco. The house-elf appeared with a loaded tea tray and placed it on the table before moving across the room to get Draco’s potions. The little house-elf bowed and went to leave but was stopped by Harry.

“Oscar, out of all the house-elves you know, who would best be suited to help with our three daughters?”

The house-elf looked thoughtful for a moment before wringing his hands and giving an answer. “I believe Mister Harry and Mister Draco that Lola would be your best choice from the house-elves here.”

“Thank you Oscar. Please send her to us.”

No sooner had Oscar left than Lola popped in.

“Sirs wanted Lola?”

Harry again started the conversation. “Lola, you have been with us since we moved in. You know those three little girls are ours. Do you think you could help us see to their raising, protect them when necessary and help make them happy and keep them safe at the same time?”

The little house-elf curtsied to them. “I will take care of little misses as if they were my own sirs.”

Harry smiled at her. “Lola if you want or need new uniforms, just let Oscar know and you will have them.”

The little house-elf said “Thank you sirs” curtsied again, jumped up and down several times in her enthusiasm, blushed, giggled and popped out.

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