Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Last Chance
Chapter Number/Total: 26/42
Chapter Title: Last Chance
Words: 2048 Words
Draco stood, staring into the flame for a full minute. Finally, he reached and picked up some of the Floo powder, but found himself stuck again as to what he was supposed to do next. Harry and Valen. Home. He threw the powder and managed to say "Malfoy Manor" as he stepped into the flames.
Harry had been nervously waiting for Draco, and sighed very shakily when he finally appeared. Then he realised he didn't know what to do next. "Do you want to go to the library?" he asked, voice still very thick from crying. He felt so fucking miserable.
"No," Draco said, voice a kind of harsh whisper.
"Then what?" Harry asked, staring at him.
Draco dropped his gaze, staring at the floor again.
"What, Draco?" Harry asked again, hoisting Valen up in his arms.
The blond continued to stare at the floor. After a minute, he managed a small shrug of his shoulders.
Harry just stared at Draco, completely lost for words.
Valen started crying.
Harry began shaking and continued to stare at Draco. Then he turned slowly and walked from the room, needing to do something besides just stand there. Valen was crying, so that was what he needed to fix. He needed to fix it.
Draco sank to his knees on the floor and then forward so that he was curled up on his hands and elbows. He couldn't even cry anymore. He felt empty. Terribly empty.
Harry made it to the very bottom of the staircase before he had to sit lest he fall down. He sat taking very deep breaths, still shaking. "Leakey," he called amidst Valen's cries.
The elf appeared and looked alarmed. "Master Harry, is you all right?" he asked.
"I'm fine just - just can you please get some of Valen's toys from our room?"
Leakey nodded, his expression unchanging.
The elf disappeared and reappeared a minute later with an armful of toys. "Master Harry?" it asked.
"What?" Harry whispered, his face covered by a hand.
"Master Draco is ill?" the elf asked timidly.
Harry was startled with the question. "I -" He went silent for a long moment. "I ... don't know," he said very quietly, but he felt like he did know. There was something very wrong with Draco. He was losing it.
"Yes, Master Harry," Leakey said, looking nervous.
Harry brought his hand from his face and looked at the elf, frowning. "Is something the matter?" he asked.
Leakey blinked. "Master Draco is not well," the elf said.
"What, right now?" Harry asked, frown growing as he got to his feet with Valen again. His legs still felt a bit wobbly.
"Master Draco is not well more and more," the elf tried to explain. "When Master's not well, Manor's not well."
"The Manor?" Harry asked. "What do you mean the Manor's not well?"
Leakey looked around worriedly. "Manor needs Master," he said.
Harry was still slightly confused. "I - I'm doing all I can," he said. "I don't know what the answer is. I don't know where to find it. I - I just don't know."
Leakey nodded and popped away.
Harry let out a long, shaky sigh, turning to walk back into the entrance hall.
Draco was still curled up on his hands and elbows, face pressed against the marble tile.
"Draco," Harry said in a strange voice as he saw him. He began trying to take deep breaths again, so completely lost for what to do that he couldn't think. Everything in his brain felt jumbled and scrambled up.
The blond's long hair, regrown by Harry, pooled around his head, obscuring his face. He felt numb and barely heard Harry.
Harry felt as if he were about to sink to the ground again, but then there came a sound from the fireplace and Hermione was stepping through. She gasped when she saw Draco and walked very quickly over to him.
"What happened?" she asked Harry.
"I don't - I don't know - I - I-" Harry looked around the room as if the answer would be written on the wall somewhere.
Draco didn’t move. Didn't even acknowledge either of them. Valen squirmed.
Hermione went to her knees beside Draco, looking very, very worried. "Draco," she said quietly but firmly.
"Can't," the blond whispered, unmoving.
Harry still couldn't think straight, had no idea what to do.
With a determined expression, Hermione grabbed Draco's arms and pulled him into hers, simply hugging him. "Draco," she said. "Draco, you can't do this. I know it's easier to say, but you can't."
Draco trembled as she hugged him. The touch seemed to open something inside him and he began to sob.
"Shhh," she hushed, beginning to rock him as if he were an upset child.
More noise from the fireplace indicated someone else's arrival and Ron was there a second later. He looked confusedly from Harry to Draco to Hermione. "What...?"
Draco's hands came up and wrapped around Hermione, his face buried against her shoulder as he wept.
Ron, still looking confused, came up to Harry and relieved him of the squirming baby.
Harry let Ron take Valen and then just stood there, listening to Hermione's hushing and Draco's sobs.
"Can't live this way," Draco gasped, still crying.
"I know," Hermione said, biting her lip. "I know."
Harry's eyes filled with tears.
They all stayed in the entrance hall for several minutes, until Valen was fussing and aggravated.
Hermione looked up from the floor, Draco still held against her body. "I think you should get some sleep," she said gently. "The rest of us will take care of everything for now; you just need to rest."
"I have bad dreams," Draco whispered.
Hermione frowned. "Do you have any Dreamless Sleeping Potion?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco admitted, lifting his head. He was suddenly aware that he was holding the woman. He gently pulled back and sat up.
Hermione nodded. "You can take some of that for tonight," she said. "I'll help you to bed. Come on." And she began getting to her feet, pulling Draco with her.
Draco got up and glanced at his husband, not meeting his eyes. He allowed himself to be led to his room.
Harry watched Draco go with Hermione, the tears that had fallen having dried now.
"Are you ... okay?" Ron asked.
Harry was silent for a moment. "I don't know," he answered.
***
Hermione held Draco's arm and shoulder as she led him up the stairs and to his and Harry's bedroom. She stopped in Draco's lab to collect one of the Sleeping Potions, and then steered him into the bedroom.
Draco sat on the edge of one of the two beds in the room, staring at the other one.
Hermione sighed quietly, staring at the other bed as well. She held the potion out to Draco.
Draco took it from her but didn't drink it. "I want to thank you," he said quietly.
"You don't need to," she answered. "Really." She reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
"No, I do," he insisted. "I need you to know that I appreciate you as my friend and as someone who will take care of my family."
She sat down next to him then, turning to face him. "Of course I would, Draco," she said softly. "Ron and I both would."
"Good, because I have to try ... something. Something to fix this," he whispered. "And if it doesn't work ...."
She went very still and stared at Draco. "What are you talking about?" she said, fear in her voice.
"I have an idea. I have to try it. I really can't live this way," he said, grey eyes looking into hers. "But if it doesn't work, then I won't be here to pick up the pieces."
"Draco, what are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Draco unstopped the potion and drank it in one slug. "Will you watch Valen for us tomorrow?" he asked.
"I - yes, but -" She pursed her lips, still looking scared.
"I'm not telling you the details," he said, yawning and reaching down to pull off his shoes.
She sighed shakily, nodding as she got to her feet. She opened her mouth, but then paused for a moment, seeming to think better of it. "Good night," she said quietly.
Draco lay back on the bed, the potion working too fast for him to even undress before he was asleep.
***
Harry came up to bed with Valen after nearly an hour of sitting silently in the library while Ron and Hermione went through books. He'd thought that Hermione had been acting a little strange, but hadn't even felt like asking her.
He laid Valen in the cot between the two beds and then sat on his own, staring at Draco's clothed body. And he couldn't even undress him. Both his touch and his magic would send him screaming. Harry began to cry silently. He didn't know what time it was when he went to sleep himself.
***
When Harry woke up, neither Draco nor Valen were in the room. There was a note addressed to him lying in the cot.
Harry's breathing sped up as he reached for the slip of parchment with trembling hands.
Dearest Harry,
Don't panic. Valen is fine. Hermione is watching him.
I need to find a way to resolve our problem. I absolutely cannot live this way any longer. So I want to try the only thing I have been able to come up with. You won't like it. You will probably even be angry with me for making you do it this way. It's not something I felt would help to give you a choice about. If you did, and it didn't work, you would feel guilty. So this way, you have two choices. Do it my way or let me die.
I am in the Room of Offering. It has been set to only allow myself and you into it. No one else. Leakey will be helping me set this up but then even he won't be allowed back in.
I need you to fix what we broke. You are the most powerful wizard I have ever heard of and I believe you can do it. You need to force my magic back into alignment with yours. Yes, it will hurt beyond what I could willingly endure. So I am having myself bound to the altar. You know what you need to do. You did it when you claimed me back in the Room of Requirement.
If it doesn't work, I need you know I wanted this regardless. I love you and I know I have made it clear that I would rather die than not be your lover. If the worst happens, you will be guardian of the only Malfoy heir and the Manor will let you continue to control it until he comes of age. Tell Valen how much I loved him.
I love you, always,
Draco
Angry tears were falling by the time Harry finished reading and his body was shaking violently. If he did what Draco was apparently telling him to do, he could kill his husband. Kill him. He grabbed the cot, as it was the closest thing to him, and threw it as far and as hard as he could. It knocked into his own dresser across the room with a crash. And then he dropped to the floor, sobbing into his arms.
Several minutes passed before he could even get a slight hold on himself, and he was still shaking and crying as he stood and began dressing. He at least had to see Draco, had to see what he had done, and where he was. Draco's words rang in his head as he moved. He let out another sob. How could Draco ask him to do this?
Another surge of horrible feelings, frustration and rage shot through Harry and he tore down every article of clothing he could reach from the closet until he was panting and his eyes were red. With one last sob and a very deep breath, he Apparated himself directly into the Room of Offering, not knowing what he would do when he got there.
Chapter Title: Last Chance
Words: 2048 Words
Draco stood, staring into the flame for a full minute. Finally, he reached and picked up some of the Floo powder, but found himself stuck again as to what he was supposed to do next. Harry and Valen. Home. He threw the powder and managed to say "Malfoy Manor" as he stepped into the flames.
Harry had been nervously waiting for Draco, and sighed very shakily when he finally appeared. Then he realised he didn't know what to do next. "Do you want to go to the library?" he asked, voice still very thick from crying. He felt so fucking miserable.
"No," Draco said, voice a kind of harsh whisper.
"Then what?" Harry asked, staring at him.
Draco dropped his gaze, staring at the floor again.
"What, Draco?" Harry asked again, hoisting Valen up in his arms.
The blond continued to stare at the floor. After a minute, he managed a small shrug of his shoulders.
Harry just stared at Draco, completely lost for words.
Valen started crying.
Harry began shaking and continued to stare at Draco. Then he turned slowly and walked from the room, needing to do something besides just stand there. Valen was crying, so that was what he needed to fix. He needed to fix it.
Draco sank to his knees on the floor and then forward so that he was curled up on his hands and elbows. He couldn't even cry anymore. He felt empty. Terribly empty.
Harry made it to the very bottom of the staircase before he had to sit lest he fall down. He sat taking very deep breaths, still shaking. "Leakey," he called amidst Valen's cries.
The elf appeared and looked alarmed. "Master Harry, is you all right?" he asked.
"I'm fine just - just can you please get some of Valen's toys from our room?"
Leakey nodded, his expression unchanging.
The elf disappeared and reappeared a minute later with an armful of toys. "Master Harry?" it asked.
"What?" Harry whispered, his face covered by a hand.
"Master Draco is ill?" the elf asked timidly.
Harry was startled with the question. "I -" He went silent for a long moment. "I ... don't know," he said very quietly, but he felt like he did know. There was something very wrong with Draco. He was losing it.
"Yes, Master Harry," Leakey said, looking nervous.
Harry brought his hand from his face and looked at the elf, frowning. "Is something the matter?" he asked.
Leakey blinked. "Master Draco is not well," the elf said.
"What, right now?" Harry asked, frown growing as he got to his feet with Valen again. His legs still felt a bit wobbly.
"Master Draco is not well more and more," the elf tried to explain. "When Master's not well, Manor's not well."
"The Manor?" Harry asked. "What do you mean the Manor's not well?"
Leakey looked around worriedly. "Manor needs Master," he said.
Harry was still slightly confused. "I - I'm doing all I can," he said. "I don't know what the answer is. I don't know where to find it. I - I just don't know."
Leakey nodded and popped away.
Harry let out a long, shaky sigh, turning to walk back into the entrance hall.
Draco was still curled up on his hands and elbows, face pressed against the marble tile.
"Draco," Harry said in a strange voice as he saw him. He began trying to take deep breaths again, so completely lost for what to do that he couldn't think. Everything in his brain felt jumbled and scrambled up.
The blond's long hair, regrown by Harry, pooled around his head, obscuring his face. He felt numb and barely heard Harry.
Harry felt as if he were about to sink to the ground again, but then there came a sound from the fireplace and Hermione was stepping through. She gasped when she saw Draco and walked very quickly over to him.
"What happened?" she asked Harry.
"I don't - I don't know - I - I-" Harry looked around the room as if the answer would be written on the wall somewhere.
Draco didn’t move. Didn't even acknowledge either of them. Valen squirmed.
Hermione went to her knees beside Draco, looking very, very worried. "Draco," she said quietly but firmly.
"Can't," the blond whispered, unmoving.
Harry still couldn't think straight, had no idea what to do.
With a determined expression, Hermione grabbed Draco's arms and pulled him into hers, simply hugging him. "Draco," she said. "Draco, you can't do this. I know it's easier to say, but you can't."
Draco trembled as she hugged him. The touch seemed to open something inside him and he began to sob.
"Shhh," she hushed, beginning to rock him as if he were an upset child.
More noise from the fireplace indicated someone else's arrival and Ron was there a second later. He looked confusedly from Harry to Draco to Hermione. "What...?"
Draco's hands came up and wrapped around Hermione, his face buried against her shoulder as he wept.
Ron, still looking confused, came up to Harry and relieved him of the squirming baby.
Harry let Ron take Valen and then just stood there, listening to Hermione's hushing and Draco's sobs.
"Can't live this way," Draco gasped, still crying.
"I know," Hermione said, biting her lip. "I know."
Harry's eyes filled with tears.
They all stayed in the entrance hall for several minutes, until Valen was fussing and aggravated.
Hermione looked up from the floor, Draco still held against her body. "I think you should get some sleep," she said gently. "The rest of us will take care of everything for now; you just need to rest."
"I have bad dreams," Draco whispered.
Hermione frowned. "Do you have any Dreamless Sleeping Potion?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco admitted, lifting his head. He was suddenly aware that he was holding the woman. He gently pulled back and sat up.
Hermione nodded. "You can take some of that for tonight," she said. "I'll help you to bed. Come on." And she began getting to her feet, pulling Draco with her.
Draco got up and glanced at his husband, not meeting his eyes. He allowed himself to be led to his room.
Harry watched Draco go with Hermione, the tears that had fallen having dried now.
"Are you ... okay?" Ron asked.
Harry was silent for a moment. "I don't know," he answered.
***
Hermione held Draco's arm and shoulder as she led him up the stairs and to his and Harry's bedroom. She stopped in Draco's lab to collect one of the Sleeping Potions, and then steered him into the bedroom.
Draco sat on the edge of one of the two beds in the room, staring at the other one.
Hermione sighed quietly, staring at the other bed as well. She held the potion out to Draco.
Draco took it from her but didn't drink it. "I want to thank you," he said quietly.
"You don't need to," she answered. "Really." She reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
"No, I do," he insisted. "I need you to know that I appreciate you as my friend and as someone who will take care of my family."
She sat down next to him then, turning to face him. "Of course I would, Draco," she said softly. "Ron and I both would."
"Good, because I have to try ... something. Something to fix this," he whispered. "And if it doesn't work ...."
She went very still and stared at Draco. "What are you talking about?" she said, fear in her voice.
"I have an idea. I have to try it. I really can't live this way," he said, grey eyes looking into hers. "But if it doesn't work, then I won't be here to pick up the pieces."
"Draco, what are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Draco unstopped the potion and drank it in one slug. "Will you watch Valen for us tomorrow?" he asked.
"I - yes, but -" She pursed her lips, still looking scared.
"I'm not telling you the details," he said, yawning and reaching down to pull off his shoes.
She sighed shakily, nodding as she got to her feet. She opened her mouth, but then paused for a moment, seeming to think better of it. "Good night," she said quietly.
Draco lay back on the bed, the potion working too fast for him to even undress before he was asleep.
***
Harry came up to bed with Valen after nearly an hour of sitting silently in the library while Ron and Hermione went through books. He'd thought that Hermione had been acting a little strange, but hadn't even felt like asking her.
He laid Valen in the cot between the two beds and then sat on his own, staring at Draco's clothed body. And he couldn't even undress him. Both his touch and his magic would send him screaming. Harry began to cry silently. He didn't know what time it was when he went to sleep himself.
***
When Harry woke up, neither Draco nor Valen were in the room. There was a note addressed to him lying in the cot.
Harry's breathing sped up as he reached for the slip of parchment with trembling hands.
Dearest Harry,
Don't panic. Valen is fine. Hermione is watching him.
I need to find a way to resolve our problem. I absolutely cannot live this way any longer. So I want to try the only thing I have been able to come up with. You won't like it. You will probably even be angry with me for making you do it this way. It's not something I felt would help to give you a choice about. If you did, and it didn't work, you would feel guilty. So this way, you have two choices. Do it my way or let me die.
I am in the Room of Offering. It has been set to only allow myself and you into it. No one else. Leakey will be helping me set this up but then even he won't be allowed back in.
I need you to fix what we broke. You are the most powerful wizard I have ever heard of and I believe you can do it. You need to force my magic back into alignment with yours. Yes, it will hurt beyond what I could willingly endure. So I am having myself bound to the altar. You know what you need to do. You did it when you claimed me back in the Room of Requirement.
If it doesn't work, I need you know I wanted this regardless. I love you and I know I have made it clear that I would rather die than not be your lover. If the worst happens, you will be guardian of the only Malfoy heir and the Manor will let you continue to control it until he comes of age. Tell Valen how much I loved him.
I love you, always,
Draco
Angry tears were falling by the time Harry finished reading and his body was shaking violently. If he did what Draco was apparently telling him to do, he could kill his husband. Kill him. He grabbed the cot, as it was the closest thing to him, and threw it as far and as hard as he could. It knocked into his own dresser across the room with a crash. And then he dropped to the floor, sobbing into his arms.
Several minutes passed before he could even get a slight hold on himself, and he was still shaking and crying as he stood and began dressing. He at least had to see Draco, had to see what he had done, and where he was. Draco's words rang in his head as he moved. He let out another sob. How could Draco ask him to do this?
Another surge of horrible feelings, frustration and rage shot through Harry and he tore down every article of clothing he could reach from the closet until he was panting and his eyes were red. With one last sob and a very deep breath, he Apparated himself directly into the Room of Offering, not knowing what he would do when he got there.