A Host of Unknowns
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,248
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter Two
***Almost a Year Later***
The blond, pregnant man stood in front of two thirds of the Golden Trio. The two, non-Boy-Who-Lived parts of the Trio. And they were decidedly not happy to see him.
“Shut it, Malfoy! We know you’re the reason Harry’s been acting weird lately. And why he told Hermione and I to…well…you remember what he told us to do to ourselves. The Harry we knew would never tell his best friends to…” He glanced at Hermione before continuing. “fuck themselves.”
“But I never told Harry to do that! You have to believe me! Ever since the last battle with…Him…Harry hasn’t been the same. He goes in and out of his own mind. Sometimes he calls himself Tom, and…he…he’s been torturing me.” Draco spoke quieter, pulling his sleeves up to show the two the marks on his wrist where Harry had tied him to the bed the night Draco had refused him, because the person in control of Harry’s body that night was not his Harry.
Hermione eyed Draco’s wrists warily, though she also recognized the signs of a heavy glamour placed on the blond man. Beside her, Ron sniffed unbelievingly. “Ha! Convincing story. What did you do to yourself to get those marks, Ferret?”
“Draco, I suggest you take off that glamour you’re hiding behind.” Hermione spoke, these words being her first in the entire confrontation.
Draco stopped, brought a hand to his face as if to touch something painful, and then ended the glamour with a few whispered words. Under it, bruises, cuts, and burns showed on his face and neck. He looked miserable, both to have those wounds and to be showing the people who seemed to hate him the most them.
Ron stopped suddenly, his mouth, which he was about to use to insult Draco again, pausing in mid-motion, and then closing with the sound of his teeth coming together quickly. A look of almost pity crossed his face before he gave Draco an appraising look.
“Oi…and you say Harry did that to you? All of that?”
Draco nodded.
“Say we believed you…what do you want us to do about it?”
“I need someone to believe me when I say that Voldemort is still alive, and living inside of Harry. I need…I want help getting Harry back. Before the final battle, he was never like he is now. Never harsh on me or demanding things I don’t want to, or can’t give him. When he isn’t himself, he tells me I am only a host for the child he needs to…to take control of. Voldemort needs a new host body, and this child is his way out. If he can get away with taking over my child’s body, and killing me by making it look like I died while giving birth, he can take over the world again, easily. People think he is dead, and with Harry’s blood in his new host body, people will willingly follow him.”
Silence settled on the room as the three standing in Ron and Hermione’s new house stared at each other.
“I need help.” Draco said finally, breaking the silence.
The blond, pregnant man stood in front of two thirds of the Golden Trio. The two, non-Boy-Who-Lived parts of the Trio. And they were decidedly not happy to see him.
“Shut it, Malfoy! We know you’re the reason Harry’s been acting weird lately. And why he told Hermione and I to…well…you remember what he told us to do to ourselves. The Harry we knew would never tell his best friends to…” He glanced at Hermione before continuing. “fuck themselves.”
“But I never told Harry to do that! You have to believe me! Ever since the last battle with…Him…Harry hasn’t been the same. He goes in and out of his own mind. Sometimes he calls himself Tom, and…he…he’s been torturing me.” Draco spoke quieter, pulling his sleeves up to show the two the marks on his wrist where Harry had tied him to the bed the night Draco had refused him, because the person in control of Harry’s body that night was not his Harry.
Hermione eyed Draco’s wrists warily, though she also recognized the signs of a heavy glamour placed on the blond man. Beside her, Ron sniffed unbelievingly. “Ha! Convincing story. What did you do to yourself to get those marks, Ferret?”
“Draco, I suggest you take off that glamour you’re hiding behind.” Hermione spoke, these words being her first in the entire confrontation.
Draco stopped, brought a hand to his face as if to touch something painful, and then ended the glamour with a few whispered words. Under it, bruises, cuts, and burns showed on his face and neck. He looked miserable, both to have those wounds and to be showing the people who seemed to hate him the most them.
Ron stopped suddenly, his mouth, which he was about to use to insult Draco again, pausing in mid-motion, and then closing with the sound of his teeth coming together quickly. A look of almost pity crossed his face before he gave Draco an appraising look.
“Oi…and you say Harry did that to you? All of that?”
Draco nodded.
“Say we believed you…what do you want us to do about it?”
“I need someone to believe me when I say that Voldemort is still alive, and living inside of Harry. I need…I want help getting Harry back. Before the final battle, he was never like he is now. Never harsh on me or demanding things I don’t want to, or can’t give him. When he isn’t himself, he tells me I am only a host for the child he needs to…to take control of. Voldemort needs a new host body, and this child is his way out. If he can get away with taking over my child’s body, and killing me by making it look like I died while giving birth, he can take over the world again, easily. People think he is dead, and with Harry’s blood in his new host body, people will willingly follow him.”
Silence settled on the room as the three standing in Ron and Hermione’s new house stared at each other.
“I need help.” Draco said finally, breaking the silence.