Unforseen Complications
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,842
Reviews:
26
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 1
Hogwarts
2000
Harry Potter lay on his belly sprawled on the ground outside Hagrid\'s hut. It was a beautiful day, crisp and cool with the bite of an early winter even though the leaves were still red and gold and clinging to the trees. He wanted to finish up his homework outside in the fresh air. Well, he Wanted to be playing a mock game of Quiddich with his friends. But fate and greasy potions professors had made different plans.
Snape was an utter git! A 48 inch scroll on the cren ann and use of any potion that hadn\'t been covered in class yet. All because he\'d been caught trying to help Neville with his growth serum. He groaned and dipped his quill once again, doodling on the parchment before him, not knowing where to begin. //What potion should I choose? The only ones I know are the ones we learned in class. . . well what do I want my potion to do? . . . I would like to be able to see my parents again. . . maybe there\'s a potion to look into the past or something. . .// He opened the books he\'d gotten from the library after classes. //Past, past. . . //
Without any warning a large, dark bird flew down and plucked the quill from Harry\'s hand!
\"Hey!\" He snatched for it but the bird kept hopping out of reach. \"Give that back!\"
\"Talking to birds now Potter?\" A deep voice chuckled behind him, \"Weren\'t snakes enough for you?\"
\"Leave me alone Malfoy!\"
\"Now where would the fun be in that? I\'m quite enjoying watching you muddy your robes chasing after a bird. A raven stole your quill. Lovely bit of mockery there. is ais a raven like a writing desk?\"
Harry noticed the raven take flight and swore to himself, \"Just leave me alone Malfoy.\"
\"Poor little Potter can\'t afford to loose a quill.\"
Harry gathered up his books and ran after the bird. Malfoy could tease him all he wanted, that quill had been a present from Sirius. His godfather had enchanted it to improve Harry\'s handwriting as a joke last year and the boy fairly basked in the fact that his father figure had given him a gift, no matter how silly it was. It was given with love.
He followed the bird into a very old part of the grounds that he had never been to before. There was a stone courtyard. It was creepy, slightly foggy and closed off by large, rod iron gates. When the raven flew inside, Harry took a deep breath before scaling the locked bars and slipping inside. //Oh God!// His eyes went wide. It was a graveyard! Tall, towering markers of every shape and size were placed in rows, some decaying and crumbling others covered in ivy and moss. None of them were new. Like someone had locked the place up and forgotten about it.
The bird and quill were forgotten as he walked through that place. Names he\'d only seen in text books looked back at him from cold stone. Wizards who had shaped the way they lived! Merlin, Tybalt prince of cats, Godric Griffindor, Saalazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Kyd and Marlow and a hundred other names. A flash of pink and yellow caught his eyes in the gray and Harry made his way over the rocky, uneven ground toward the color. An old grave stood there, not as old as the others though, the rock was still clean of moss. Instead a flowering tree stood over it. Still blooming even though the season was long since passed. Harry touched one of the blooms, careful not to break it from the branch. Pasture Roses with little yellow centers. He thought back to herbology and the study of flowers. A pasture rose meant \'love is dangerous\'. He shivered in the now biting cold. What could have happened to make someone plant that on a grave.
The gravestone itself was rough and hand carved. A werewolf cradling a child wrapped in cloth. A child who had no face. The two figures rested against a traditional headstone. Harry trace the words in silence. Harrison Remi Lupin-Snape 1987-1987 A child I never held who still holds my heart. The words brought tears to his eyes for the woman who must have written them. He had never even thought to ask if Remus had a sister. Or was she Snape\'s sister? The idea of a Lupin with a Snape, especially considering how much they hated each other. . . Harry looked at the wolf carved there in silent thought. Maybe Remus was the father then. He slipped quietly out of the graveyard. That grave . . .
\"Potter?\"
Harry looked up into the eyes of Draco Malfoy and once again muffled a curse. He tried to wipe his tears away without being too obvious but that was useless. \"What do you want Malfoy?\"
\"Why are you crying?\"
\"Why are you following me?\"
Malfoy stiffened and glared at him. \"I\'m not following you Potter, I wouldn\'t waste my time.
\"Of course not.\"
\"You didn\'t answer me Potter.\"
\"Didn\'t want to waste anymore of your time.\" He tried to walk passed then stopped, \"Malfoy, does Snape. . . ?\"
Those steal gray eyes looked at him coldly .
Harry turned and left. He couldn\'t bring himself to ask. . . and Draco\'s eyes were the same color as the grave.