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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
22
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21,744
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131
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CHAPTER TWO
Author\'s Notes: I\'d like to thank my beta(s) for doing such a wonderful job editing my story and for putting up with me and my fussiness! If I owned the characters, I wouldn’t be writing FAN fiction. Please don’t sue. I love reviews so any and all (good/bad/undetermined) are welcome!
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CHAPTER TWO
Headmistress McGonagall rushed about her office frantically. She’d just received an urgent owl from the Minster of Magic.
Minerva,
It was brought to my attention not five minutes ago that one of your professors is in grave danger. It seems that three of Voldemort’s top-ranked Death Eaters are planning to attack Draco Malfoy in the coming weeks. The when, where and how are still unknown at this time and I, of course, will send another owl as soon as I have any more information. Until then you must let Mr. Malfoy know what information we already have, little as it may be.
Yours Truly,
Arthur Weasley
The Headmistress was beside herself. As soon as she had read the letter she had personally gone looking for Draco. Now, five hours later, she was beginning to worry. Where on Earth could he be? He’s always on the grounds two weeks before the start of term! What if something happened to him? What if we’re too late?! Professor McGonagall gasped out loud at her last thought. In desperation she sat down at her desk, pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write.
Draco,
I’m sorry to have to do this in a letter, but there was no other way-I looked all over the castle for you with no luck. The Minister of Magic has just sent me an owl telling me that there are rumors of three, high-ranking former Death Eaters planning an attack on you. No one knows when, where, why or how yet but as soon as it becomes known, then you of course will know. If you feel that you cannot teach your classes, please come to me immediately so I can contact Severus to help us out. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.
Minerva
She attached the letter to the leg of her owl and watched it fly off into the darkness.
***
Draco drew in a long, deep breath. “When we were in our fifth year, Lucius started training me. He trained me to defend myself against unfriendly curses, what curses were the most useful and in what situations; he taught me to Apparate…he taught me the Unforgivable Curses, Harry. At 15 he taught me how to kill someone with two words and a flick of my wrist.
“A week before my 16th birthday Lucius told me that I’d have to go in front of Voldemort to claim my loyalty to him and the Dark side. And so I could receive my Dark Mark. I was scared.” Draco shivered. “I didn’t want to fight for the Dark side. I knew that to prove my loyalty to Voldemort, I’d have to kill someone and I just don’t have that in me. I’m not evil like Lucius is. I know I can act like I am but―”
“No you don\'t,\" Harry interjected. “You act like a prat. And you frequently make an arse of yourself, but you don’t act evil. An evil person couldn’t teach with the passion that you do.” Bright pink flooded Draco’s otherwise pale cheeks.
“So I went to Dumbledore,” he continued, “and I told him what my father had been doing and that I didn’t want to follow in Lucius’ footsteps; that I wanted to fight on the Light side… Against Voldemort. He told me that only if I were absolutely sure, he’d arrange for a formal statement and a loyalty test of his own. He warned me that Lucius would be furious and my life was literally in danger if I went through with it. I told him that I didn’t care; that I had to follow my heart on it all. He said okay and we did everything we needed to do.
“Lucius was more than furious. He came up here the next day demanding that I take back what I said and that I leave Hogwarts with him ‘immediately’. I told him that I wanted to stay and that I wasn’t going to go home for Christmas but if he had calmed down, I’d consider the summer holidays. He pulled his wand at me and snarled for me not to disobey him; that as his heir-not even his son, just his ‘heir’- I was obligated to obey him. Dumbledore told him that he had to leave.
“All through the Christmas holidays and the second term Lucius wrote me letters. At first they were still demanding that I come home and that ‘the old, talent-less geezer’ had brainwashed me. As the second term went on, I saw less of his anger and more acceptance; he just wanted me to come home for the summer. He apologized for what had happened in Dumbledore’s office and he sounded really sincere so I decided to go home at the end of the term.
“When I got there, though, he was the same as he was that day. He was angry, mad and mean. He beat the hell out of me the first night… I guess he thought that if he beat me enough, he’d beat some sense into me, I’d change my mind and announce my allegiance to Lord Voldemort. He didn’t succeed the first night so every day after that he went after me. Until two weeks before the beginning of our sixth year.
“I was racing around the Manor getting my things packed to go back to school. I heard someone downstairs arguing with my mum. As I got to the landing I heard them ask ‘Where is Lucius?’ When Mum told them she didn’t know, they pushed her down. I got mad and I started thinking about how he could put his family through that, how he could put them in so much danger.
“Malfoy Manor has a lot of magical passages. Their entrances look like normal walls unless you put your hand in just the right spot and say the password. I took…” Draco paused to choke back the lump that was beginning to form in his throat, “I took them right to the one Lucius was in. I put my hand in the exact spot and spoke the password. Even though it was barely audible, the passage way opened up and they pushed passed me to find Lucius. I stood bracing myself against the wall as I listened to those three Death Eaters torture my father, putting him under the Cruciatus for minutes at a time. Lucius screamed in pain and shouted…” Draco shook, his breathing shallower. “He… he shouted… ‘How could you, Draco?’” Draco put his head to rest on his hands, his body bent, elbows against knees; he couldn’t look at Harry anymore. “I saw a flash of green light,” Harry gasped as quietly as he could, his eyes widened “and I fell to my knees in tears.” A single tear crept down Draco’s cheek as he stared at his hands.
Harry stared in disbelief, mouth opened in shock, his eyes were as round as Galleons and he, too, was shaking. “I had no idea…”
“No one did.” Draco looked up, his back straightening, but he didn’t look at Harry. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”
“Then why me?”
“You were the first one willing to listen. Crabbe and Goyle and all the other Slytherin’s in our year were too caught up in their own lives and having to pledge their own loyalty to one side or the other. I didn’t want to go to Severus or Dumbledore about it…” Draco shrugged. “So I just kept it to myself.”
“I’m really sorry, Dray.” A small smile crept across Draco’s pink lips. “Lucius ― my dad,” he corrected himself, “he was a dad then ― called me that when I was little. Mum used to, too.” Draco broke down in sobs.
In one fluid motion Harry pulled Draco up out of the chair and into a tight hug. Draco, not having the strength (or desire) to resist let his head come to rest on Harry’s muscular shoulder as he reveled in the warmth of Harry’s strong arms around him.
The two men stood like that for a few minutes until an owl flew into the room. Harry slowly guided Draco to the bed, afraid that if he didn’t, the blond-haired man wouldn’t be able to hold is own weight. Harry untied the letter from the owl’s leg and gave it a treat. “It’s for you,” he said as he handed the letter over. “It looks like it’s from Minerva.”
Draco took the letter and unrolled the parchment. As he read his face became more and more pale, his breathing became more rapid and his whole body started to shake. Concerned, Harry watched him. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”
“No. Nothing. I just have to go,” Draco replied as he headed for the door. As he reached it he stopped, turned on his heels and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks for tonight.” With that, he rushed out the door, leaving Harry alone in his room.
Harry touched the spot on his cheek where Draco had kissed him.
“The hell…?”
***
Severus Snape was fast asleep when the impatient pounding on his front door woke him. Grumbling to himself, he climbed out of bed, threw his robe about him and went to answer the door. The doorbell rang five times in quick succession. “Alright, alright! I’m coming!” As he swung the door open he snarled, “This had better be important.” Snape’s face changed from irritated to surprise mixed with confusion at once when he saw who was standing on his doorstep. “Draco! It’s four in the morning!” He ushered Draco in. “What are you doing here?” his tone was a bit softer now, seeing Draco’s paler-than-usual face. “And come in.” he added, his voice now fatherly.
Severus bustled around his kitchen making tea. “You look like shit, Draco! What’s wrong with you?”
“Arthur Weasley wrote to Minerva. There are rumors that Death Eaters are going to attack me.”
“WHAT? ” Severus yelped in surprise.
“You heard me. They don’t know when or even who…just that they were top ranking. But I thought most everyone that close to Voldemort was sent to Azkaban, Severus? They couldn’t have escaped. They weren’t released - it’d have been all over the Daily Prophet. What’s going on?”
Severus sat next to Draco handing him a cup of tea. “I don’t know. But I’m going to find out. You’ll have to be patient - after Lucius found out that I was loyal to Dumbledore I was, obviously, excommunicated from Voldemort and his followers - so it’s going to take a little while to get all of the information.”
Draco nodded. “I understand.”
“I know I don’t have to tell you any of this but as your godfather it’ll make me feel better. Until I find something out, I want you to stay at Hogwarts. It’s safe there. You are safe there. Teach your classes like there’s nothing going on. And speak to Minerva first thing in the morning. Let her know we spoke and what we talked about. Tell her I will contact her as soon as I know and I want an owl from you when you hear from the Minister.” Draco sat looking at his hands, fidgeting. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Draco. I will protect you.” Draco threw his arms around his godfather’s neck. “Thanks, Severus.”
Hugging back he said, “You’re welcome. You know that. Now get back to Hogwarts so I can get my beauty sleep.”
By the time Draco got back to the castle he was exhausted. He went straight to his sleeping quarters and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
***
CHAPTER TWO
Headmistress McGonagall rushed about her office frantically. She’d just received an urgent owl from the Minster of Magic.
Minerva,
It was brought to my attention not five minutes ago that one of your professors is in grave danger. It seems that three of Voldemort’s top-ranked Death Eaters are planning to attack Draco Malfoy in the coming weeks. The when, where and how are still unknown at this time and I, of course, will send another owl as soon as I have any more information. Until then you must let Mr. Malfoy know what information we already have, little as it may be.
Yours Truly,
Arthur Weasley
The Headmistress was beside herself. As soon as she had read the letter she had personally gone looking for Draco. Now, five hours later, she was beginning to worry. Where on Earth could he be? He’s always on the grounds two weeks before the start of term! What if something happened to him? What if we’re too late?! Professor McGonagall gasped out loud at her last thought. In desperation she sat down at her desk, pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write.
Draco,
I’m sorry to have to do this in a letter, but there was no other way-I looked all over the castle for you with no luck. The Minister of Magic has just sent me an owl telling me that there are rumors of three, high-ranking former Death Eaters planning an attack on you. No one knows when, where, why or how yet but as soon as it becomes known, then you of course will know. If you feel that you cannot teach your classes, please come to me immediately so I can contact Severus to help us out. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.
Minerva
She attached the letter to the leg of her owl and watched it fly off into the darkness.
***
Draco drew in a long, deep breath. “When we were in our fifth year, Lucius started training me. He trained me to defend myself against unfriendly curses, what curses were the most useful and in what situations; he taught me to Apparate…he taught me the Unforgivable Curses, Harry. At 15 he taught me how to kill someone with two words and a flick of my wrist.
“A week before my 16th birthday Lucius told me that I’d have to go in front of Voldemort to claim my loyalty to him and the Dark side. And so I could receive my Dark Mark. I was scared.” Draco shivered. “I didn’t want to fight for the Dark side. I knew that to prove my loyalty to Voldemort, I’d have to kill someone and I just don’t have that in me. I’m not evil like Lucius is. I know I can act like I am but―”
“No you don\'t,\" Harry interjected. “You act like a prat. And you frequently make an arse of yourself, but you don’t act evil. An evil person couldn’t teach with the passion that you do.” Bright pink flooded Draco’s otherwise pale cheeks.
“So I went to Dumbledore,” he continued, “and I told him what my father had been doing and that I didn’t want to follow in Lucius’ footsteps; that I wanted to fight on the Light side… Against Voldemort. He told me that only if I were absolutely sure, he’d arrange for a formal statement and a loyalty test of his own. He warned me that Lucius would be furious and my life was literally in danger if I went through with it. I told him that I didn’t care; that I had to follow my heart on it all. He said okay and we did everything we needed to do.
“Lucius was more than furious. He came up here the next day demanding that I take back what I said and that I leave Hogwarts with him ‘immediately’. I told him that I wanted to stay and that I wasn’t going to go home for Christmas but if he had calmed down, I’d consider the summer holidays. He pulled his wand at me and snarled for me not to disobey him; that as his heir-not even his son, just his ‘heir’- I was obligated to obey him. Dumbledore told him that he had to leave.
“All through the Christmas holidays and the second term Lucius wrote me letters. At first they were still demanding that I come home and that ‘the old, talent-less geezer’ had brainwashed me. As the second term went on, I saw less of his anger and more acceptance; he just wanted me to come home for the summer. He apologized for what had happened in Dumbledore’s office and he sounded really sincere so I decided to go home at the end of the term.
“When I got there, though, he was the same as he was that day. He was angry, mad and mean. He beat the hell out of me the first night… I guess he thought that if he beat me enough, he’d beat some sense into me, I’d change my mind and announce my allegiance to Lord Voldemort. He didn’t succeed the first night so every day after that he went after me. Until two weeks before the beginning of our sixth year.
“I was racing around the Manor getting my things packed to go back to school. I heard someone downstairs arguing with my mum. As I got to the landing I heard them ask ‘Where is Lucius?’ When Mum told them she didn’t know, they pushed her down. I got mad and I started thinking about how he could put his family through that, how he could put them in so much danger.
“Malfoy Manor has a lot of magical passages. Their entrances look like normal walls unless you put your hand in just the right spot and say the password. I took…” Draco paused to choke back the lump that was beginning to form in his throat, “I took them right to the one Lucius was in. I put my hand in the exact spot and spoke the password. Even though it was barely audible, the passage way opened up and they pushed passed me to find Lucius. I stood bracing myself against the wall as I listened to those three Death Eaters torture my father, putting him under the Cruciatus for minutes at a time. Lucius screamed in pain and shouted…” Draco shook, his breathing shallower. “He… he shouted… ‘How could you, Draco?’” Draco put his head to rest on his hands, his body bent, elbows against knees; he couldn’t look at Harry anymore. “I saw a flash of green light,” Harry gasped as quietly as he could, his eyes widened “and I fell to my knees in tears.” A single tear crept down Draco’s cheek as he stared at his hands.
Harry stared in disbelief, mouth opened in shock, his eyes were as round as Galleons and he, too, was shaking. “I had no idea…”
“No one did.” Draco looked up, his back straightening, but he didn’t look at Harry. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”
“Then why me?”
“You were the first one willing to listen. Crabbe and Goyle and all the other Slytherin’s in our year were too caught up in their own lives and having to pledge their own loyalty to one side or the other. I didn’t want to go to Severus or Dumbledore about it…” Draco shrugged. “So I just kept it to myself.”
“I’m really sorry, Dray.” A small smile crept across Draco’s pink lips. “Lucius ― my dad,” he corrected himself, “he was a dad then ― called me that when I was little. Mum used to, too.” Draco broke down in sobs.
In one fluid motion Harry pulled Draco up out of the chair and into a tight hug. Draco, not having the strength (or desire) to resist let his head come to rest on Harry’s muscular shoulder as he reveled in the warmth of Harry’s strong arms around him.
The two men stood like that for a few minutes until an owl flew into the room. Harry slowly guided Draco to the bed, afraid that if he didn’t, the blond-haired man wouldn’t be able to hold is own weight. Harry untied the letter from the owl’s leg and gave it a treat. “It’s for you,” he said as he handed the letter over. “It looks like it’s from Minerva.”
Draco took the letter and unrolled the parchment. As he read his face became more and more pale, his breathing became more rapid and his whole body started to shake. Concerned, Harry watched him. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”
“No. Nothing. I just have to go,” Draco replied as he headed for the door. As he reached it he stopped, turned on his heels and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks for tonight.” With that, he rushed out the door, leaving Harry alone in his room.
Harry touched the spot on his cheek where Draco had kissed him.
“The hell…?”
***
Severus Snape was fast asleep when the impatient pounding on his front door woke him. Grumbling to himself, he climbed out of bed, threw his robe about him and went to answer the door. The doorbell rang five times in quick succession. “Alright, alright! I’m coming!” As he swung the door open he snarled, “This had better be important.” Snape’s face changed from irritated to surprise mixed with confusion at once when he saw who was standing on his doorstep. “Draco! It’s four in the morning!” He ushered Draco in. “What are you doing here?” his tone was a bit softer now, seeing Draco’s paler-than-usual face. “And come in.” he added, his voice now fatherly.
Severus bustled around his kitchen making tea. “You look like shit, Draco! What’s wrong with you?”
“Arthur Weasley wrote to Minerva. There are rumors that Death Eaters are going to attack me.”
“WHAT? ” Severus yelped in surprise.
“You heard me. They don’t know when or even who…just that they were top ranking. But I thought most everyone that close to Voldemort was sent to Azkaban, Severus? They couldn’t have escaped. They weren’t released - it’d have been all over the Daily Prophet. What’s going on?”
Severus sat next to Draco handing him a cup of tea. “I don’t know. But I’m going to find out. You’ll have to be patient - after Lucius found out that I was loyal to Dumbledore I was, obviously, excommunicated from Voldemort and his followers - so it’s going to take a little while to get all of the information.”
Draco nodded. “I understand.”
“I know I don’t have to tell you any of this but as your godfather it’ll make me feel better. Until I find something out, I want you to stay at Hogwarts. It’s safe there. You are safe there. Teach your classes like there’s nothing going on. And speak to Minerva first thing in the morning. Let her know we spoke and what we talked about. Tell her I will contact her as soon as I know and I want an owl from you when you hear from the Minister.” Draco sat looking at his hands, fidgeting. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Draco. I will protect you.” Draco threw his arms around his godfather’s neck. “Thanks, Severus.”
Hugging back he said, “You’re welcome. You know that. Now get back to Hogwarts so I can get my beauty sleep.”
By the time Draco got back to the castle he was exhausted. He went straight to his sleeping quarters and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep before his head even hit the pillow.