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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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43
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42,174
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255
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Ch. 2
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 Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: I’m glad people want me to continue. I’ve gone back and edited Ch. 1
A/N2: Now beta'd by cyn. ^.^
Ch. 2
Harry sighed. He could already feel his body changing. He remembered when he had become infected. It had been during the summer just after his first year, when he had been at Privet Drive. He had been cleaning out the gutters while the Dursleys were out, when he had fallen. By the time they had found him, he had bled heavily from his head wound, and they had just barely gotten him to the hospital in time to save his life. But that was where he had received a blood transfusion from multiple donors. Including a female who had been at the hospital for a checkup. Harry had O-negative blood. There had been an huge accident earlier that day, and the hospital had used up all the O-negative blood, because it can be given to anyone, especially when their bloodtype is unknown, however those with O-negative blood, like Harry can only get O-negative blood. So the hospital had had to request for donors from anyone with O negative blood. The young woman, teenager really, had been unaware that her weremouse condition could be transmitted through blood, and she had just wanted to help. Harry had not been aware of what was happening to him until he awoke to Professors Snape and Dumbledore arguing over the foot of his bed.
----Flashback----
“Headmaster, I must protest. The boy would not survive the antidote. Besides, it’s too late for it to work. The best you can hope for is that the boy will prove to be better at glamour than at Potions,” Snape was saying as Harry came to.
“Severus, there must be something we can do for him.”
“No. There isn’t. The antidote only works for someone who is completely healthy and only if it is administered within the first hour of infection. We were unaware of the situation until today, two days after the incident. I was, however, able to prevent the mutated form from causing too many problems.”
“Excuse me, Professor,” Harry interrupted sitting up, clutching his head. “What happened to me? The last thing I remember is trying to reach some of the leaves that were in the gutters, and then I slipped. I guess I fell.”
Professor Dumbledore looked down at the fallen hero sadly. “Yes, you did fall. Your aunt and uncle were just able to get you here in time to save your life. However you had lost a lot of blood and required several transfusions. Unfortunately, one of your donors was a young pregnant female, who happens to be a weremouse. She inherited her form, and was unaware that it could infect others.
“You also received many hormones from her. The weremouse virus, the hormones, and your magic reacted together to cause some changes to occur in your body. We have halted these changes now with the use of potions that Professor Snape brewed.
“We are unable to reverse the process, sadly. I have brought you some literature on weremice, so that you can learn more about yourself and the changes you are going through. If you have any questions, feel free to ask myself, Madam Pomfrey, or Professor Snape.”
----End Flashback----
Harry had read the books and talked about his condition with Snape. At first it had been awkward, discussing facts about the changes his body was going through, but Snape had discussed some personal matters of his own in order to make Harry feel more comfortable about opening up.
----Flashback----
“So now you understand why I feel uncomfortable around you. I was really good friends with Lily, but your father and his friends and I didn’t get along very well. They didn’t even know about my friendship with Lily. I never told her how much they tormented me,” Snape said while swirling the wine that he was drinking.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I can understand if you hate me. Everybody always says how much I look like my father.”
“It’s not that, Potter...Harry. Every time that I look at you I see your mother’s eyes and I feel guilty about her death. I was the one that told Voldemort about the prophesy. That caused him to go after you. I had no clue that the information I gave him would lead to my friend’s death.”
“Why did you give him information?” Harry questioned.
“Harry, I was a Death Eater, one of Voldemort’s followers. I had started to turn to my only other friend, Lucius Malfoy, when Lily started dating your father. Because of my background, I already knew a lot about the Dark Arts. He recruited me for Voldemort, even though I was a Half-blood.”
At Harry’s confused glance, “My mother was a pureblood, but my father was a Muggle. We were very poor growing up, but I did have my mother’s old school books hidden away. Several Dark Arts manuscripts had also been passed down through her family. My father hated everything to do with magic. I believe just like your Muggle family. But enough of this, I will now obliviate parts of your memory. It will not be permanent. Once you have defeated Voldemort, then these things will come back to you. You will remember that we had these conversations, and that I do not hate you.”
“Obliviate.”
----End Flashback----
Harry had had many such memories of conversations flood back to him when Voldemort had fallen.
His mind came back to the present, and noticed that the red gas was mainly concentrated around him. There was some around the other two, but the heavy concentration was surrounding his body. He watched as the last of the gas was absorbed into each of their bodies.
TBC
A/N: I finally got around to looking back at this chapters and realized that I had changed this chapter in my livejournal but not here. For those that were wondering about the o-neg blood type: I realize it's not the rarest bloodtype out there, however I choose it because while it is the universal donor type, a person with O-neg can only recieve O-neg blood, and so I figured that would be the best type to choose in order for there to be a reasonable explaination for having to get donors from within the hospital. The rarer blood types can all recieve their own type plus others; ie, AB + can recieve any blood type, universal receiver, A+ can get O+, O-, A+, etc.
For your information:
O + 1 person in 3 - 38.4%
O - 1 person in 15 - 7.7%
A + 1 person in 3 - 32.3%
A - 1 person in 16 - 6.5%
B + 1 person in 12- 9.4%
B - 1 person in 67 - 1.7%
AB + 1 person in 29 - 3.2%
AB - 1 person in 167- 0.7%
A/N: I’m glad people want me to continue. I’ve gone back and edited Ch. 1
A/N2: Now beta'd by cyn. ^.^
Ch. 2
Harry sighed. He could already feel his body changing. He remembered when he had become infected. It had been during the summer just after his first year, when he had been at Privet Drive. He had been cleaning out the gutters while the Dursleys were out, when he had fallen. By the time they had found him, he had bled heavily from his head wound, and they had just barely gotten him to the hospital in time to save his life. But that was where he had received a blood transfusion from multiple donors. Including a female who had been at the hospital for a checkup. Harry had O-negative blood. There had been an huge accident earlier that day, and the hospital had used up all the O-negative blood, because it can be given to anyone, especially when their bloodtype is unknown, however those with O-negative blood, like Harry can only get O-negative blood. So the hospital had had to request for donors from anyone with O negative blood. The young woman, teenager really, had been unaware that her weremouse condition could be transmitted through blood, and she had just wanted to help. Harry had not been aware of what was happening to him until he awoke to Professors Snape and Dumbledore arguing over the foot of his bed.
----Flashback----
“Headmaster, I must protest. The boy would not survive the antidote. Besides, it’s too late for it to work. The best you can hope for is that the boy will prove to be better at glamour than at Potions,” Snape was saying as Harry came to.
“Severus, there must be something we can do for him.”
“No. There isn’t. The antidote only works for someone who is completely healthy and only if it is administered within the first hour of infection. We were unaware of the situation until today, two days after the incident. I was, however, able to prevent the mutated form from causing too many problems.”
“Excuse me, Professor,” Harry interrupted sitting up, clutching his head. “What happened to me? The last thing I remember is trying to reach some of the leaves that were in the gutters, and then I slipped. I guess I fell.”
Professor Dumbledore looked down at the fallen hero sadly. “Yes, you did fall. Your aunt and uncle were just able to get you here in time to save your life. However you had lost a lot of blood and required several transfusions. Unfortunately, one of your donors was a young pregnant female, who happens to be a weremouse. She inherited her form, and was unaware that it could infect others.
“You also received many hormones from her. The weremouse virus, the hormones, and your magic reacted together to cause some changes to occur in your body. We have halted these changes now with the use of potions that Professor Snape brewed.
“We are unable to reverse the process, sadly. I have brought you some literature on weremice, so that you can learn more about yourself and the changes you are going through. If you have any questions, feel free to ask myself, Madam Pomfrey, or Professor Snape.”
----End Flashback----
Harry had read the books and talked about his condition with Snape. At first it had been awkward, discussing facts about the changes his body was going through, but Snape had discussed some personal matters of his own in order to make Harry feel more comfortable about opening up.
----Flashback----
“So now you understand why I feel uncomfortable around you. I was really good friends with Lily, but your father and his friends and I didn’t get along very well. They didn’t even know about my friendship with Lily. I never told her how much they tormented me,” Snape said while swirling the wine that he was drinking.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I can understand if you hate me. Everybody always says how much I look like my father.”
“It’s not that, Potter...Harry. Every time that I look at you I see your mother’s eyes and I feel guilty about her death. I was the one that told Voldemort about the prophesy. That caused him to go after you. I had no clue that the information I gave him would lead to my friend’s death.”
“Why did you give him information?” Harry questioned.
“Harry, I was a Death Eater, one of Voldemort’s followers. I had started to turn to my only other friend, Lucius Malfoy, when Lily started dating your father. Because of my background, I already knew a lot about the Dark Arts. He recruited me for Voldemort, even though I was a Half-blood.”
At Harry’s confused glance, “My mother was a pureblood, but my father was a Muggle. We were very poor growing up, but I did have my mother’s old school books hidden away. Several Dark Arts manuscripts had also been passed down through her family. My father hated everything to do with magic. I believe just like your Muggle family. But enough of this, I will now obliviate parts of your memory. It will not be permanent. Once you have defeated Voldemort, then these things will come back to you. You will remember that we had these conversations, and that I do not hate you.”
“Obliviate.”
----End Flashback----
Harry had had many such memories of conversations flood back to him when Voldemort had fallen.
His mind came back to the present, and noticed that the red gas was mainly concentrated around him. There was some around the other two, but the heavy concentration was surrounding his body. He watched as the last of the gas was absorbed into each of their bodies.
TBC
A/N: I finally got around to looking back at this chapters and realized that I had changed this chapter in my livejournal but not here. For those that were wondering about the o-neg blood type: I realize it's not the rarest bloodtype out there, however I choose it because while it is the universal donor type, a person with O-neg can only recieve O-neg blood, and so I figured that would be the best type to choose in order for there to be a reasonable explaination for having to get donors from within the hospital. The rarer blood types can all recieve their own type plus others; ie, AB + can recieve any blood type, universal receiver, A+ can get O+, O-, A+, etc.
For your information:
O + 1 person in 3 - 38.4%
O - 1 person in 15 - 7.7%
A + 1 person in 3 - 32.3%
A - 1 person in 16 - 6.5%
B + 1 person in 12- 9.4%
B - 1 person in 67 - 1.7%
AB + 1 person in 29 - 3.2%
AB - 1 person in 167- 0.7%