A Whispered Confession Can Change Everything
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
38
Views:
5,873
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Draco was scowling at his books, wanting to kick something he was so mad at Potter. And he didn’t think of destroying his own possessions often unless he was really upset. How dare that little half blood treat Albus like that. He externally winced at his own thought. He was doing it again and he hadn’t meant to. Sighing to himself, feeling a bit dejected, he pulled the copy of the Daily Prophet from under his pillow that he’d snuck out of the Great Hall and read it again.
His father had been found guilty on all counts. They weren’t listening to appeals and no acts of leniency. In three weeks the man would be kissed by dementors and that would be that. His biological father would cease to be soon after. Which made him all the more grateful to have Albus, his new father.
He felt the presence, silent at his door, “Were you going to tell me?”
Albus sighed and entered his room, “Yes, of course. I had simply been searching for a way to bring it up without causing you pain.”
Looking up with watery eyes, “It’s his fault, not yours and not mine. I’m not sad because he’s going to die.. I was already dead to him.” Shaking his head, “I’m not making sense.”
Stepping in further, cradling the boy, “You don’t have to-...”
“But I want to make sense. I’m trying to tell you...” Draco took a deep breath, “I’m not losing a father. My father is right in front of me...you, you’re my father. You and Severus and prick Potter are my family.” Albus tightened his arms around Draco, pleased and trying desperately not to chuckle at his name for Harry, “I’m...I’m just losing...the last part of Malfoy in me...and I’m a little sad to see him go.” Looking up with searching eyes, “Does that make sense?”
Nodding, “Yes, it does, Draco. But you’ll never really lose Malfoy. You’re simply changing him. Even if you are no longer Malfoy by name, you are who you were as well as who you’ll become.”
Draco tilted his head back, “You should have been a philosopher.”
Chuckling, “I only have my moments, dear boy. I could never make a career of it.”
“Isn’t that what being Headmaster is all about?”
His chuckle deepening, “Some of it. But there is more to it...now, I think Harry wishes to apologize to you.”
Scowling, “But not you? I don’t want to talk to him, then.”
“As a matter of fact he has apologized to me.” Pushing the boy along, “It is also my duty to make children do what they don’t want to do.”
Stomping his foot, “Father, I don’t want to be nice to him.”
A firm pat to send him on his way, “Then listen.”
***
Harry winced when Draco came in with a deep scowl, body language that of the Malfoy he used to know. Draco’s moods were mercurial and hard to follow but his body language usually betrayed his feelings of annoyance and anger. It did make it easy to know just where he stood with the boy at the moment. Fingers lightly rubbing his sheets, “I’m sorry for being a git, Draco.” He saw Draco stiffen at his name. No, I will not call you Malfoy again. I won’t go back to Malfoy and Potter, “Please, don’t be like this. I’m like this sometimes but I don’t mean anything by it. My mouth just runs away from me.”
Eyes flashing, “So you don’t think you’re better off with your muggles?”
Draco sneered when he said muggles and Harry could see the wall slowly building between them. He didn’t want this to happen. Not again. Thinking quickly, “I prayed you’d rescue me.” Draco froze, the bricks no longer rising and Harry pressed on, “I don’t know how long I was in that shed but I just kept thinking over and over again that you’d find a way to rescue me. You understood me. You could see between the lines, everything I ever wrote you could piece apart what I was feeling and I knew you’d figure out I was in trouble. I just had to stay alive until you came for me.” The half made wall started cracking, “And when I saw you enveloping me in that magical ward, I knew I’d be okay...I don’t remember much...but I remember this look in your eyes...this cold rage that...well, if it were directed at me I would have been scared out of my wits...what did you do to them, you never did tell me?”
The wall all but shattered and Draco came into the room quietly, mind lost in the past for a moment as he remembered that day. He sat on Harry’s trunk, speaking softly, “I gave them a wizarding oath that if you died I’d be back for them.”
Blinking, “But, those are binding, aren’t they?”
Nodding, “Yes.”
“So...so if I had died...you really...” Harry’s eyes widened, “Whoa.”
Shrugging, “I meant it at the time.”
Looking down with a sad sigh, “I know I screwed this up-...”
Draco interrupted him immediately, looking at his fingers carelessly, “Don’t misunderstand. I still
would if you had died. But you’ve worked your way down to being worth maiming in defense, not death.”
A grin tugged at his lips, “You’d maim for me?”
Another careless shrug, “Sure. But then I’d maim for Viola so take it as it is.” He jerked a finger slightly at the green appendage on his shoulder. The little dragon on his shoulder, his constant companion, puffed herself up and gave a soft bleat. She was still green, but her little wings were starting to bud. A few more days Albus thought and she should start to change.
Containing a chuckle, not completely sure if Draco was joking with him or serious, “And, uh, what would make me worth killing for again?”
Draco looked to be thinking about it, eyes looking to the ceiling before a glint entered his eyes, “The right to prank Weasley without a word from you if he starts it.”
An evil little smirk crossed Harry’s face, Draco shocked to realize it had been his smirk once, “I think I don’t have a problem with that.” Adding a warning finger, “But nothing that can’t be cured.”
Rolling his eyes, “Give me some credit, I don’t want to be expelled.” His eyes sparkled for a moment as he glanced at the trunk under him and he leaned forward,”...so...an invisibility cloak?”
Eyes widening, “How...you found it?”
Nodding, pointing to the photo on the dresser, “Yep. Including that.”
Harry glanced to his side, seeing the picture of Draco and Hermione. Grinning, “Hey, you two make a cute couple.”
Draco blushed and stuck out his tongue, “You suck, Harry.”
Harry sighed softly in relief. If Draco was calling him by his first name then they were okay, again.
Glancing around, “So, are you going to keep me entertained for the next four days?”
“You wish.” But the blond dutifully moved to the bed to sit and started telling Harry more stories he could remember as a child, whispered to him in the night by the house elves that cared for him. They were filled with magicians and magical creatures, adventure and always had a happy ending.
Draco was scowling at his books, wanting to kick something he was so mad at Potter. And he didn’t think of destroying his own possessions often unless he was really upset. How dare that little half blood treat Albus like that. He externally winced at his own thought. He was doing it again and he hadn’t meant to. Sighing to himself, feeling a bit dejected, he pulled the copy of the Daily Prophet from under his pillow that he’d snuck out of the Great Hall and read it again.
His father had been found guilty on all counts. They weren’t listening to appeals and no acts of leniency. In three weeks the man would be kissed by dementors and that would be that. His biological father would cease to be soon after. Which made him all the more grateful to have Albus, his new father.
He felt the presence, silent at his door, “Were you going to tell me?”
Albus sighed and entered his room, “Yes, of course. I had simply been searching for a way to bring it up without causing you pain.”
Looking up with watery eyes, “It’s his fault, not yours and not mine. I’m not sad because he’s going to die.. I was already dead to him.” Shaking his head, “I’m not making sense.”
Stepping in further, cradling the boy, “You don’t have to-...”
“But I want to make sense. I’m trying to tell you...” Draco took a deep breath, “I’m not losing a father. My father is right in front of me...you, you’re my father. You and Severus and prick Potter are my family.” Albus tightened his arms around Draco, pleased and trying desperately not to chuckle at his name for Harry, “I’m...I’m just losing...the last part of Malfoy in me...and I’m a little sad to see him go.” Looking up with searching eyes, “Does that make sense?”
Nodding, “Yes, it does, Draco. But you’ll never really lose Malfoy. You’re simply changing him. Even if you are no longer Malfoy by name, you are who you were as well as who you’ll become.”
Draco tilted his head back, “You should have been a philosopher.”
Chuckling, “I only have my moments, dear boy. I could never make a career of it.”
“Isn’t that what being Headmaster is all about?”
His chuckle deepening, “Some of it. But there is more to it...now, I think Harry wishes to apologize to you.”
Scowling, “But not you? I don’t want to talk to him, then.”
“As a matter of fact he has apologized to me.” Pushing the boy along, “It is also my duty to make children do what they don’t want to do.”
Stomping his foot, “Father, I don’t want to be nice to him.”
A firm pat to send him on his way, “Then listen.”
***
Harry winced when Draco came in with a deep scowl, body language that of the Malfoy he used to know. Draco’s moods were mercurial and hard to follow but his body language usually betrayed his feelings of annoyance and anger. It did make it easy to know just where he stood with the boy at the moment. Fingers lightly rubbing his sheets, “I’m sorry for being a git, Draco.” He saw Draco stiffen at his name. No, I will not call you Malfoy again. I won’t go back to Malfoy and Potter, “Please, don’t be like this. I’m like this sometimes but I don’t mean anything by it. My mouth just runs away from me.”
Eyes flashing, “So you don’t think you’re better off with your muggles?”
Draco sneered when he said muggles and Harry could see the wall slowly building between them. He didn’t want this to happen. Not again. Thinking quickly, “I prayed you’d rescue me.” Draco froze, the bricks no longer rising and Harry pressed on, “I don’t know how long I was in that shed but I just kept thinking over and over again that you’d find a way to rescue me. You understood me. You could see between the lines, everything I ever wrote you could piece apart what I was feeling and I knew you’d figure out I was in trouble. I just had to stay alive until you came for me.” The half made wall started cracking, “And when I saw you enveloping me in that magical ward, I knew I’d be okay...I don’t remember much...but I remember this look in your eyes...this cold rage that...well, if it were directed at me I would have been scared out of my wits...what did you do to them, you never did tell me?”
The wall all but shattered and Draco came into the room quietly, mind lost in the past for a moment as he remembered that day. He sat on Harry’s trunk, speaking softly, “I gave them a wizarding oath that if you died I’d be back for them.”
Blinking, “But, those are binding, aren’t they?”
Nodding, “Yes.”
“So...so if I had died...you really...” Harry’s eyes widened, “Whoa.”
Shrugging, “I meant it at the time.”
Looking down with a sad sigh, “I know I screwed this up-...”
Draco interrupted him immediately, looking at his fingers carelessly, “Don’t misunderstand. I still
would if you had died. But you’ve worked your way down to being worth maiming in defense, not death.”
A grin tugged at his lips, “You’d maim for me?”
Another careless shrug, “Sure. But then I’d maim for Viola so take it as it is.” He jerked a finger slightly at the green appendage on his shoulder. The little dragon on his shoulder, his constant companion, puffed herself up and gave a soft bleat. She was still green, but her little wings were starting to bud. A few more days Albus thought and she should start to change.
Containing a chuckle, not completely sure if Draco was joking with him or serious, “And, uh, what would make me worth killing for again?”
Draco looked to be thinking about it, eyes looking to the ceiling before a glint entered his eyes, “The right to prank Weasley without a word from you if he starts it.”
An evil little smirk crossed Harry’s face, Draco shocked to realize it had been his smirk once, “I think I don’t have a problem with that.” Adding a warning finger, “But nothing that can’t be cured.”
Rolling his eyes, “Give me some credit, I don’t want to be expelled.” His eyes sparkled for a moment as he glanced at the trunk under him and he leaned forward,”...so...an invisibility cloak?”
Eyes widening, “How...you found it?”
Nodding, pointing to the photo on the dresser, “Yep. Including that.”
Harry glanced to his side, seeing the picture of Draco and Hermione. Grinning, “Hey, you two make a cute couple.”
Draco blushed and stuck out his tongue, “You suck, Harry.”
Harry sighed softly in relief. If Draco was calling him by his first name then they were okay, again.
Glancing around, “So, are you going to keep me entertained for the next four days?”
“You wish.” But the blond dutifully moved to the bed to sit and started telling Harry more stories he could remember as a child, whispered to him in the night by the house elves that cared for him. They were filled with magicians and magical creatures, adventure and always had a happy ending.