Alphas

A/N; Y'all propably realised that i have a writers block on this story the size of asia, but here is a chapter. i'm trying hard, i promise, but its is so difficult with all of these Garrett Hedlund films around. *sighs*

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Harry was sitting by Fenrir’s bed when Draco entered. He had been there since he left the meeting at Slytherin Castle some eight or nine hours ago. His husband had been given a sedative because he just would not sit still for a second- he wanted his pack whom were all on their marry way to Malfoy Manor.

“Hey. How’s it going?” Draco asked quietly. Harry turned and offered a tired smile. He could not bring himself to sleep while his mate was so vulnerable.

“They gave him a sleeping potion.”
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“Oh. He’ll be all right.”

“Yeah, I know. Have you spoken to dad about the-?”

“No, but I overheard him talking to Sev, though. He was pretty pissed- angry. He was smashing the Firewhiskey over the fireplace.”

“Yikes. Something must have really pissed him off.”

“Yeah. He kept saying that he – the Dark Lord- left in the middle of the night to get you, and only left a note saying he wouldn’t be long.” Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Then he said that we were okay, I grew up well adjusted, you turned up, then- he actually said this- had the ‘nerve’ to come back.”

“I somehow find it hard to imagine what this is suggesting.” Harry chuckled.

“I don’t know. Some lady named Penny Evans turned up and worked his memory forth again.”

“That’s the woman I grew up with, Lily’s sister. She’s married now”

“Really? I saw her in a steaming lip lock with Sev just before I left.”

“Well, I didn’t say she was married happily.”

“Really, you’d- no you didn’t…?”

“Don’t ask. Voldy’s memory?” Harry chuckled and dragged the conversation back on track.

“Yeah.” Draco shuddered “He just jumped off the ground and hugged me.”

“Hugged you?” Harry parroted in astonishment.

“Mhm, then he kissed me on the forehead. He said he could remember that day I was born, three weeks early and I was small enough to fit in his hand.”

“The parsel…? Do you think we both got it from him?”

“I don’t know. Nacrissa isn’t related to him, and I can’t be Bellas, so then…Dad and the Dark Lord?” Draco slid down and sat on the floor in clomplete shock. “I know that’s probably it, but that’s just…”

“I know, but it makes sense. I mean, Dad is almost more in control of the Death Eaters than the Dark Lord is. They’re loyal to him because of all that stuff after the first war.”

“Yeah, and Dad seems to be able to anticipate his every move, everything he’ll say.”

“Come here?” Harry said.

“Why?”

“I want to try something, c’mon.” Harry urged. Draco sighed and pulled himself up by the windowsill. He walked over to the side of the bed his brother was sat at and dumped down in a chair.

“What?” Harry whipped out his wand and aimed it at Draco. His older brother focused on the wand’s tip, effectively crossing his eyes in a very comical manner. Harry giggled at his antics before he grew serious again.

“~Finite Incarnatium.~” He hissed. Draco felt a small tingling in his eyes and uncrossed them.

“What the hell was that for?” Harry didn’t know if he should congratulate or offer his condolences and opted for conjuring a mirror instead. He held it up for his brother and waited for the final reaction.

“What am I supposed to be looking for?”

“Your eyes, bone-head!” he muttered and smacked him. Draco huffed leaned closer to the mirror, and staring back at him were two emerald green orbs.

“Holy shite!”

“You can say that again. Now you have a brother and a sister. You do realise how weird this is right. I’m both your brother and your nephew. Should I start calling you uncle Coco?” Harry teased.

“Shut up you prat!” Draco chuckled. He didn’t know why he was laughing; it was not really funny at all. On the other hand, he should have realised a long time ago.

“When can Fenrir leave here?” He asked, looking for a way to change the subject.

“In a few days, but he has to stay in bed for at least week, at a minimum.”

“We’ve got to go back to school tonight- in twenty minutes actually- so I think dad…eh- will gather the rest of the pack bring them to Malfoy Manor.”

“Okay. He won’t wake for a few hours yet so-?”

“Home, and hope dad and- what the hell should I call him?”

“Father?”

“But I call dad that in public.”

“You’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

“Well, as I said, let’s go home and hope that they are finished with their reunion.”

“Aye, we can pray. I may not be a stranger to sex, but he is still dad, and the thought is just a tad bit disturbing. Especially with my granddad,- stepdad -” Harry stopped and blinked, “-this is weird.” he said matter of factly.

“I know, but we still have to be sure.” Draco retorted faintly and headed for the door.

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