Twisted Illusion

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CHAPTER TWO: SPIRALING SORROWS


After collecting the children they left the hospital with several pain relieving potions in hand. They stood outside not quite sure what to do next. Finally Draco turned to Harry pulling the hair tie from his ponytail to use in his own long blonde locks. While he smiled down at the children he spoke to Harry.


“Perhaps you should take Lily and Lucian to Mrs. Weasley. She can watch them while you and your friends talk about the things you’ll need to know,” Draco said, looking at Harry.


“All right. Where am I going to stay tonight?” Harry asked, turning his eyes away from Draco’s intent ones.


“I’ll come pick the three of you up when I’m done with work today. Even if you don’t feel comfortable sleeping with me we can still share a bed.”


Harry nodded, thinking that there was no way he was going to sleep naked again. After all, in his mind he wasn’t even married to Malfoy, but yet to him they had been married for four or so years so he was willing to compromise. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt two small hands sliding into his. Looking down he saw the two smiling faces staring up at him lovingly. Being unable to resist their innocent looks he returned their smiles and he thought he heard a small laugh from the man who had given them most of their features. Shifting his gaze towards him, Harry saw a smile had made its way onto his perfect lips. It was the first time Harry had ever seen him smile at him.
“What?” Draco asked, when he noticed Harry staring.


“Nothing. I just have never seen you smile before. You always used to smirk,” Harry admitted.


“Well then, I suppose I’ll just have to smile for you more often,” Draco said, smiling again.


Then in a flash he was gone and Harry followed his lead, clutching the children’s hands tightly. Even if he couldn’t remember them he still felt close to them somehow, they were his own flesh and blood, no matter what time frame they were in. As soon as the Burrow was in sight the twins let go of his hands and took off running. The door to the kitchen opened and out stepped the plump red haired woman the boy had come to think of as a second mother. She scooped up the children and gave them a big squeeze before setting them down and shooing them inside. At that point Harry had reached them and she grabbed him in a big hug as well.


“Draco owled me. He told me the situation. Ron and Hermione will be here soon. Come in for some coffee dear,” Molly said, making the boy smile.


She nor the house had changed since he’d been here five years ago. Sitting down at the long table that sat the entire Weasley family a coffee mug was placed in front of him while the woman bustled around the kitchen preparing food. After finishing his first cup and declined food twice the door opened to reveal that two of his best friends had appeared. As they both also declined food and coffee the trio moved into the living room so Molly could feed Lily and Lucian.


“So you don’t remember the last five years?” Ron asked.


“It’s not that I don’t remember, it’s more like I never had those memories to begin with,” Harry shook his head.


“Then you don’t remember falling in love with Draco, marrying him, being pregnant, nothing?” Ron persisted.


“No Ron, I remember nothing, as I already stated,” Harry sighed, rubbing at his scar.
Hermione had been quiet this whole time, carefully watching her friend. When she saw his movement she didn’t comment but made a mental note to talk to Draco about it.
“There’s something you should know Harry. It concerns the Death Eater you said you last remember seeing,” Hermione started. At Harry’s curious gaze she continued, “You were unconscious for three weeks after. We thought you would never wake up again. When you did wake you said that you couldn’t remember anything, just something about someone holding your hand.”


Harry let his anger grow standing so that he could pace. “Damn that bastard Avis. Where is he? I’m going to make him change me back, then I’m going to kill him.”
“Avis is already dead. The Dementors gave him the Kiss the night you were hospitalized,” Hermione explained calmly.


She recognized his restless behavior that she had seen five years ago. Every time she thought about that dark time in Harry’s life it brought chills to her skin. Yes, she would definitely have to speak with Draco. Her heart couldn’t take it if she had to see him like that again. Passed out in the snow from too much alcohol. His skin blue and cold to the touch, his breathing so slow as he died in the white flakes. If he hadn’t been that Arthur had stumbled upon him on his way to the Ministry he truly would have died. It was then that the girl had made him swear that he would never do that again and the Unbreakable Vow she forced him to take. Hermione had slapped him and said that if he wanted to die so much he should have let Voldemort kill him. For a while that seemed to have worked, but then Harry suddenly started carelessly throwing everything into work. He was gone for long periods at a time, even making sure he worked during the holidays as well. It almost seemed like he had been running from something, perhaps he was, but he never spoke about it.


Then finally he had been comatose for three weeks and when he woke it seemed like he was a completely different person. She didn’t have the heart to yell at him when he looked happier than he had in a long time. Later she found that Draco had made the change in him, for the blonde had admitted his feelings for the Golden Boy. The whole experience had changed all of them for the better, and Harry had cut back on his Auror work. Then shortly after they started dating the two got married and Hermione didn’t have to worry about him anymore.


Glancing over at Ron, who was telling Harry about the Quidditch matches he had missed, she could tell that her husband didn’t see the change in Harry. Not wanting to worry him she did her best to pretend to be happy. Harry and the others had lunch and they were in the middle of dinner when Arthur and Draco showed up. Catching the blonde’s eyes hers told him all he needed to know. Two sets of eyes looked at Harry who was forcing a smile as Arthur asked him about a muggle device. Those silvery-blue eyes once again met Hermione’s and he nodded his head realizing what had her so concerned.

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