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Adult ++
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31
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43,499
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The House of Black
Chapter Number/Total: 3/31
Chapter Title: The House of Black
Words: 2444 Words
Draco got final approval from Rogers, the paperwork registered, and then returned to Potter holding clothes which he set on the bed. "Do you need help to dress yourself?" he asked.
Harry shook his head and reached for the clothes to pull them closer. He glanced up at Malfoy before pulling off his hospital pyjamas.
Draco turned away, giving the man what privacy he could. It's not like St Mungo’s gave patients in his condition a lot of it.
Harry didn't care if Malfoy saw him or not, already having lost any modesty he once had. Once he was naked he reached for the clothes and began to dress again, glancing back at Malfoy a few times.
Draco waited. He had already gone home and packed a bag, which was shrunk and in his pocket. He was a bit nervous. He was planning to live with a patient and do round the clock care. That was strange enough. But this wasn't just any patient. Their history together was a complex one, to say the least.
The clothes were a bit too big on him, but Harry didn't say anything about it. It felt weird to have actual clothes on after so long. He scratched absently at himself.
Draco glanced back over his shoulder. "You ready?" he asked. Potter nodded but didn't get up, so Draco walked over and held out his hand.
Harry stared at Malfoy's hand for a very long moment, tilting his head to the side and biting down into the nail of his thumb. Finally he seemed to have convinced himself that Malfoy wasn't going to strike him, and he hesitantly moved closer to the edge of the bed, slowly uncurling his hand and reaching out to place it in Malfoy's.
According to the file, Potter had not willingly touched another person since he was admitted. Draco nodded, excited and nervous as he led the man through the halls to a fireplace set up for Floo travel. He picked up the Floo powder and gave the address, holding tight to Potter’s hand as he took them to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Harry still hated the Floo system, tumbling out of the other side with a groan. He sniffled and scowled, rubbing his nose.
Draco caught the other man before he could fall. He looked around the kitchen, raised his wand and lit the candles in the room. It didn't look like much to him. "Is this your home, Potter?" he asked.
Harry blinked around at the place, remembering how it looked. But it was missing a few things. "Order," he said.
"Show me around, Potter," Draco said. "Can you do that?" Potter chewed his lip, looking about but not replying. "Let's see what's upstairs," Draco said, gently tugging the man in that direction.
Harry pulled his hand out of Malfoy's and crossed his arms over his chest, looking up at the staircase. Where was everybody? he wondered.
Draco sighed and looked about the kitchen. "Would you rather I made us some tea, then?"
Harry swallowed and shrugged, slowly sinking down to the stone floor and pulling his knees up to his chest.
Draco rummaged around, looking for a kettle. With a loud crack, a house-elf appeared. Draco drew his wand so fast he nearly hexed the thing.
Harry turned his head and looked at the house-elf for a long moment, slowly beginning to remember. "Kreacher," he mumbled.
Kreacher's gaze shifted between the two men. "Nasty half-blood master has returned but he is with the beautiful pure-blood. Most honoured blood of Black," he grumbled.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "How dare you speak to your master like that," he snapped at the elf.
Harry's gaze shifted down toward the floor, his arms tightening around his legs and beginning to rock. He remembered that about Kreacher. He remembered Dobby was dead.
Kreacher seemed to shrink from Draco's anger. "Make us tea," the blond snapped at the elf and turned back to Potter. Draco crouched down beside the man. "Will you sit at the table with me?"
Harry shook his head, closing his eyes and turning his head away.
Draco sighed and sat down on the stone floor, crossing his legs. "Then I suppose I will just have to have tea with you down here," he said.
Harry looked curiously at him then, silently wondering why Malfoy would want to sit on the cold floor instead of a chair. He couldn't imagine the boy he had known doing that.
Kreacher muttered under his breath, seeming particularly put out when Draco insisted that the tea be served on the floor. The blond poured the tea for both of them. "What do you like in your tea, Potter?" he asked as if it were normal to have tea on the floor.
Harry looked down at the cup and then back up at Malfoy. "Sugar," he whispered.
Draco added the sugar, as well as milk and sugar to his own cup. He held out Potter's cup and saucer to him.
Harry tapped his lip before reaching out to carefully take the saucer from Malfoy. He remembered to mumble a quick “thank you.”
Draco sipped the tea and smiled at Potter. He tried to imagine what his younger self would have made of this scene. It made him smirk. He picked up a biscuit and found it stale.
Harry watched Malfoy take a few sips before he took one of his own, making a small face at how hot it was.
Draco called the house-elf over and gave him instructions as to when they would have dinner. He told him to buy new biscuits and tea. Then he rattled off a list of foods he would like prepared over the next few days. They were all foods he remembered Harry favoured during their days at Hogwarts. The elf muttered but seemed happy to be given orders by Draco. Then Draco turned his attention back to his patient. "Are we going to sleep in the kitchen, too, or will we go upstairs after tea?"
Harry quietly sipped at the tea, finishing it a moment later and setting down the saucer. His stomach felt warm and full, two things he wasn't used to. "Up," he replied to Malfoy's question.
Draco smiled, setting his own cup down and getting to his feet. He held both hands out to Harry.
Harry sniffled and rubbed his nose, reaching out and using only one hand to slowly pull himself up onto his feet.
Draco smiled at him. "Can you make it up the stairs?" he asked, still holding the man's hand.
Harry wasn't too sure of that, but he didn't pull his hand out of Malfoy's, looking down at the floor.
Draco gestured toward the stairs with his other hand. "Show me, Potter," he nudged. Draco loosened his grip but didn't let go of the other man. He didn't know if the hand bothered or comforted Potter, so he let the other man choose whether to continue to hold on.
Harry hesitated before he began to walk up the steps slowly, tugging Malfoy with him.
Draco worried that the man might stumble and made sure to stay close. He kept a hand poised at his back to catch him if needed.
Harry managed to make it all the way up the steps with only one or two stumbles. He stopped at the top of the first landing, though, looking down the hallway of rooms. Harry let his hand slip out of Malfoy's so he could cross his arms over his chest and begin to walk down the hallway, stopping in front of one specific room. He swallowed and reached out to tentatively push the door open.
Draco looked over Potter's shoulder and his eyes widened at what he saw. He cast a spell and the candles in the room lit. "That's ... that's the Black family tree," he said softly, seeing his own name on the tapestry.
Harry walked into the room and over to the tapestry, stepping close and running his finger down a particular burnt part. Where Sirius' name should be, he remembered.
Draco kept close. "Sirius Black, your godfather. This was his house, wasn't it?"
Harry looked up at Malfoy and nodded once, resting his whole hand against the spot.
Draco knew better than to rush Potter. The man seemed more aware than he had been in a long time. "You lost a lot. I know that," he said, looking with his own heart clenching in that odd combination of grief, regret and relief, at the names of his own parents who had died during the war, after he had fled the country.
Harry bit his lip softly, his hand slipping away. He had lost everything. Harry turned and began to walk out of the room, wanting to get away from the memories.
Draco followed him, shaking his head slowly as he glanced back over his shoulder at the tapestry, shivering when his eyes slid over Bellatrix's name. He had his own unpleasant memories he would rather not think about.
Harry walked out and went back to the staircase, waiting for Malfoy before carefully continuing up. He was beginning to get tired, his eyelids heavy. There was still a small part of Harry that didn't want help, that wanted to be left alone, but he knew there was no way that was ever going to happen. He stopped and held his hand out, waiting for Malfoy to take it.
Surprised, Draco took Potter’s hand and helped him up the stairs, having to use his other hand a couple times to keep his patient from falling.
Harry rubbed at his eyes once they reached the top, sighing softly.
"Is one of these your room?" Draco asked quietly.
Harry blinked a few times and nodded, taking a few steps towards the second door on the right. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, looking around the familiar room. All it was missing was his friends. He had a flash of memory to the first time he had set foot in it. It had been the summer after Cedric died, and Harry had been angry at his friends for not having told him what was going on.
"This is it?" Draco asked. It was cramped and dusty but it was better than a room in St Mungo's. And better than the place Draco had holed up in during the war.
"Yes," Harry whispered quietly, sitting down on one of the beds.
Draco looked at the two beds and the empty portrait on the wall, curious as to what memories the room held. "Who slept in that bed?" he asked, having an idea but trying to prompt Harry to talk.
"Ron," Harry mumbled, untying his shoes before slipping his feet out of them and pulling them on the bed.
Draco went to the wardrobe and looked inside, not surprised to find clothing that looked like something Harry would have worn all those years ago. Muggle clothing, too big for him. He also saw a trunk near the foot of the bed. At least Harry would have some of his own things here.
Harry didn't pay attention to anything else, only laying down on his side and curling up tightly.
"Potter," Draco said, "If you are tired, let's get you into your pyjamas so you can sleep. I can wake you when the elf has dinner ready."
Harry didn't want to change, he just wanted to sleep. He stayed still for a few minutes before he slowly uncurled and began to undress, pulling his clothes off and dropping them on the floor.
Draco opened drawers in the wardrobe until he found pyjamas and pulled out a pair. Gryffindor red. He shook his head, smiling softly as he brought them over to Harry. He nearly froze when he saw the man with his shirt off. The scars. So many of them! He found he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch them.
A small shiver went through Harry's body as he waited for the clothes, his body bare except for a pair of too big shorts. He looked up just in time to see the look on Malfoy's face at the sight of his body, making him quickly look down again, staring at the floor. He had the urge to run and hide somewhere, but curled forward instead, arms wrapping about himself to hide his body.
Draco's gaze softened and he stepped forward, going to one knee so that he was in Potter's sight again. He wanted to apologise for being unprofessional but didn't. He wasn't offended by Potter’s scars. It just made a part of him ache to see evidence of the way the man had been treated.
"Sorry," Harry said softly, reaching for the clothes so he could pull them on and cover what Malfoy must've thought was disgusting.
"You have nothing to apologise for," Draco said. He hesitated, knowing what he was about to say was unprofessional but then remembering that so was living with your patient. "I have my own scars, too. I understand. I shouldn’t have stared at you."
Harry managed to pull the pyjama bottoms up his legs without having to get off of the bed. He didn't look at Malfoy as he spoke, still stuck on thinking that he needed to apologise for showing himself to Malfoy like that. He moved and laid down on his side again, his empty and tired gaze finally landing on Malfoy.
Draco looked sadly at him. This assignment was already affecting him more than it should and they had only just begun. He swallowed hard, holding the other man's gaze.
Harry looked into Malfoy's eyes for a long moment, not moving and barely blinking, only staring. Finally, he closed them and curled up again, too sleepy to force himself to stay awake any longer.
Draco stood up, collecting Potter’s clothes and setting them aside. Then he lifted the blanket and covered him, tucking the man in as if he were a small boy.
Harry shivered and reached to grip the blanket, clinging to it.
Draco patted his shoulder and sighed. "Rest, Potter," he said, "I will be nearby if you need me."
Harry wasn't able to fully rest anymore, but he did eventually drift off into a light sleep, still clutching the blanket in his hand.
Draco cast a Monitoring Charm and then left the room quietly to explore the rest of the house. If he was going to be staying here, he wanted to know the place. The charm would alert him if Potter woke up.
Chapter Title: The House of Black
Words: 2444 Words
Draco got final approval from Rogers, the paperwork registered, and then returned to Potter holding clothes which he set on the bed. "Do you need help to dress yourself?" he asked.
Harry shook his head and reached for the clothes to pull them closer. He glanced up at Malfoy before pulling off his hospital pyjamas.
Draco turned away, giving the man what privacy he could. It's not like St Mungo’s gave patients in his condition a lot of it.
Harry didn't care if Malfoy saw him or not, already having lost any modesty he once had. Once he was naked he reached for the clothes and began to dress again, glancing back at Malfoy a few times.
Draco waited. He had already gone home and packed a bag, which was shrunk and in his pocket. He was a bit nervous. He was planning to live with a patient and do round the clock care. That was strange enough. But this wasn't just any patient. Their history together was a complex one, to say the least.
The clothes were a bit too big on him, but Harry didn't say anything about it. It felt weird to have actual clothes on after so long. He scratched absently at himself.
Draco glanced back over his shoulder. "You ready?" he asked. Potter nodded but didn't get up, so Draco walked over and held out his hand.
Harry stared at Malfoy's hand for a very long moment, tilting his head to the side and biting down into the nail of his thumb. Finally he seemed to have convinced himself that Malfoy wasn't going to strike him, and he hesitantly moved closer to the edge of the bed, slowly uncurling his hand and reaching out to place it in Malfoy's.
According to the file, Potter had not willingly touched another person since he was admitted. Draco nodded, excited and nervous as he led the man through the halls to a fireplace set up for Floo travel. He picked up the Floo powder and gave the address, holding tight to Potter’s hand as he took them to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Harry still hated the Floo system, tumbling out of the other side with a groan. He sniffled and scowled, rubbing his nose.
Draco caught the other man before he could fall. He looked around the kitchen, raised his wand and lit the candles in the room. It didn't look like much to him. "Is this your home, Potter?" he asked.
Harry blinked around at the place, remembering how it looked. But it was missing a few things. "Order," he said.
"Show me around, Potter," Draco said. "Can you do that?" Potter chewed his lip, looking about but not replying. "Let's see what's upstairs," Draco said, gently tugging the man in that direction.
Harry pulled his hand out of Malfoy's and crossed his arms over his chest, looking up at the staircase. Where was everybody? he wondered.
Draco sighed and looked about the kitchen. "Would you rather I made us some tea, then?"
Harry swallowed and shrugged, slowly sinking down to the stone floor and pulling his knees up to his chest.
Draco rummaged around, looking for a kettle. With a loud crack, a house-elf appeared. Draco drew his wand so fast he nearly hexed the thing.
Harry turned his head and looked at the house-elf for a long moment, slowly beginning to remember. "Kreacher," he mumbled.
Kreacher's gaze shifted between the two men. "Nasty half-blood master has returned but he is with the beautiful pure-blood. Most honoured blood of Black," he grumbled.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "How dare you speak to your master like that," he snapped at the elf.
Harry's gaze shifted down toward the floor, his arms tightening around his legs and beginning to rock. He remembered that about Kreacher. He remembered Dobby was dead.
Kreacher seemed to shrink from Draco's anger. "Make us tea," the blond snapped at the elf and turned back to Potter. Draco crouched down beside the man. "Will you sit at the table with me?"
Harry shook his head, closing his eyes and turning his head away.
Draco sighed and sat down on the stone floor, crossing his legs. "Then I suppose I will just have to have tea with you down here," he said.
Harry looked curiously at him then, silently wondering why Malfoy would want to sit on the cold floor instead of a chair. He couldn't imagine the boy he had known doing that.
Kreacher muttered under his breath, seeming particularly put out when Draco insisted that the tea be served on the floor. The blond poured the tea for both of them. "What do you like in your tea, Potter?" he asked as if it were normal to have tea on the floor.
Harry looked down at the cup and then back up at Malfoy. "Sugar," he whispered.
Draco added the sugar, as well as milk and sugar to his own cup. He held out Potter's cup and saucer to him.
Harry tapped his lip before reaching out to carefully take the saucer from Malfoy. He remembered to mumble a quick “thank you.”
Draco sipped the tea and smiled at Potter. He tried to imagine what his younger self would have made of this scene. It made him smirk. He picked up a biscuit and found it stale.
Harry watched Malfoy take a few sips before he took one of his own, making a small face at how hot it was.
Draco called the house-elf over and gave him instructions as to when they would have dinner. He told him to buy new biscuits and tea. Then he rattled off a list of foods he would like prepared over the next few days. They were all foods he remembered Harry favoured during their days at Hogwarts. The elf muttered but seemed happy to be given orders by Draco. Then Draco turned his attention back to his patient. "Are we going to sleep in the kitchen, too, or will we go upstairs after tea?"
Harry quietly sipped at the tea, finishing it a moment later and setting down the saucer. His stomach felt warm and full, two things he wasn't used to. "Up," he replied to Malfoy's question.
Draco smiled, setting his own cup down and getting to his feet. He held both hands out to Harry.
Harry sniffled and rubbed his nose, reaching out and using only one hand to slowly pull himself up onto his feet.
Draco smiled at him. "Can you make it up the stairs?" he asked, still holding the man's hand.
Harry wasn't too sure of that, but he didn't pull his hand out of Malfoy's, looking down at the floor.
Draco gestured toward the stairs with his other hand. "Show me, Potter," he nudged. Draco loosened his grip but didn't let go of the other man. He didn't know if the hand bothered or comforted Potter, so he let the other man choose whether to continue to hold on.
Harry hesitated before he began to walk up the steps slowly, tugging Malfoy with him.
Draco worried that the man might stumble and made sure to stay close. He kept a hand poised at his back to catch him if needed.
Harry managed to make it all the way up the steps with only one or two stumbles. He stopped at the top of the first landing, though, looking down the hallway of rooms. Harry let his hand slip out of Malfoy's so he could cross his arms over his chest and begin to walk down the hallway, stopping in front of one specific room. He swallowed and reached out to tentatively push the door open.
Draco looked over Potter's shoulder and his eyes widened at what he saw. He cast a spell and the candles in the room lit. "That's ... that's the Black family tree," he said softly, seeing his own name on the tapestry.
Harry walked into the room and over to the tapestry, stepping close and running his finger down a particular burnt part. Where Sirius' name should be, he remembered.
Draco kept close. "Sirius Black, your godfather. This was his house, wasn't it?"
Harry looked up at Malfoy and nodded once, resting his whole hand against the spot.
Draco knew better than to rush Potter. The man seemed more aware than he had been in a long time. "You lost a lot. I know that," he said, looking with his own heart clenching in that odd combination of grief, regret and relief, at the names of his own parents who had died during the war, after he had fled the country.
Harry bit his lip softly, his hand slipping away. He had lost everything. Harry turned and began to walk out of the room, wanting to get away from the memories.
Draco followed him, shaking his head slowly as he glanced back over his shoulder at the tapestry, shivering when his eyes slid over Bellatrix's name. He had his own unpleasant memories he would rather not think about.
Harry walked out and went back to the staircase, waiting for Malfoy before carefully continuing up. He was beginning to get tired, his eyelids heavy. There was still a small part of Harry that didn't want help, that wanted to be left alone, but he knew there was no way that was ever going to happen. He stopped and held his hand out, waiting for Malfoy to take it.
Surprised, Draco took Potter’s hand and helped him up the stairs, having to use his other hand a couple times to keep his patient from falling.
Harry rubbed at his eyes once they reached the top, sighing softly.
"Is one of these your room?" Draco asked quietly.
Harry blinked a few times and nodded, taking a few steps towards the second door on the right. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, looking around the familiar room. All it was missing was his friends. He had a flash of memory to the first time he had set foot in it. It had been the summer after Cedric died, and Harry had been angry at his friends for not having told him what was going on.
"This is it?" Draco asked. It was cramped and dusty but it was better than a room in St Mungo's. And better than the place Draco had holed up in during the war.
"Yes," Harry whispered quietly, sitting down on one of the beds.
Draco looked at the two beds and the empty portrait on the wall, curious as to what memories the room held. "Who slept in that bed?" he asked, having an idea but trying to prompt Harry to talk.
"Ron," Harry mumbled, untying his shoes before slipping his feet out of them and pulling them on the bed.
Draco went to the wardrobe and looked inside, not surprised to find clothing that looked like something Harry would have worn all those years ago. Muggle clothing, too big for him. He also saw a trunk near the foot of the bed. At least Harry would have some of his own things here.
Harry didn't pay attention to anything else, only laying down on his side and curling up tightly.
"Potter," Draco said, "If you are tired, let's get you into your pyjamas so you can sleep. I can wake you when the elf has dinner ready."
Harry didn't want to change, he just wanted to sleep. He stayed still for a few minutes before he slowly uncurled and began to undress, pulling his clothes off and dropping them on the floor.
Draco opened drawers in the wardrobe until he found pyjamas and pulled out a pair. Gryffindor red. He shook his head, smiling softly as he brought them over to Harry. He nearly froze when he saw the man with his shirt off. The scars. So many of them! He found he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch them.
A small shiver went through Harry's body as he waited for the clothes, his body bare except for a pair of too big shorts. He looked up just in time to see the look on Malfoy's face at the sight of his body, making him quickly look down again, staring at the floor. He had the urge to run and hide somewhere, but curled forward instead, arms wrapping about himself to hide his body.
Draco's gaze softened and he stepped forward, going to one knee so that he was in Potter's sight again. He wanted to apologise for being unprofessional but didn't. He wasn't offended by Potter’s scars. It just made a part of him ache to see evidence of the way the man had been treated.
"Sorry," Harry said softly, reaching for the clothes so he could pull them on and cover what Malfoy must've thought was disgusting.
"You have nothing to apologise for," Draco said. He hesitated, knowing what he was about to say was unprofessional but then remembering that so was living with your patient. "I have my own scars, too. I understand. I shouldn’t have stared at you."
Harry managed to pull the pyjama bottoms up his legs without having to get off of the bed. He didn't look at Malfoy as he spoke, still stuck on thinking that he needed to apologise for showing himself to Malfoy like that. He moved and laid down on his side again, his empty and tired gaze finally landing on Malfoy.
Draco looked sadly at him. This assignment was already affecting him more than it should and they had only just begun. He swallowed hard, holding the other man's gaze.
Harry looked into Malfoy's eyes for a long moment, not moving and barely blinking, only staring. Finally, he closed them and curled up again, too sleepy to force himself to stay awake any longer.
Draco stood up, collecting Potter’s clothes and setting them aside. Then he lifted the blanket and covered him, tucking the man in as if he were a small boy.
Harry shivered and reached to grip the blanket, clinging to it.
Draco patted his shoulder and sighed. "Rest, Potter," he said, "I will be nearby if you need me."
Harry wasn't able to fully rest anymore, but he did eventually drift off into a light sleep, still clutching the blanket in his hand.
Draco cast a Monitoring Charm and then left the room quietly to explore the rest of the house. If he was going to be staying here, he wanted to know the place. The charm would alert him if Potter woke up.