Secret Beginnings

Secret Beginnings

Chapter 4 Title: Hidden Truths, Pt. 3 (3?)

Pairings: Harry/Draco established Fred/Pansy

Summary: Harry comes to an understanding...

Warning: AU, OCC, Slash. Don't like? Then what the hell are you doing in this part of the website?

Disclaimer: JKR is a Goddess, I am nothing but a mere mortal who prays to her daily. JKR owns everything. I own nothing but the plot. (I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not...)

----In this story Blaise is Italian.---


Calian

'fegge' Harry's thoughts /Draco's/

Friday, November 5th, 1993 2:22 A.M.

Taking a deep breath, Harry gently pushed the door open, noticing that the name that once was blurred could now be read as Draco, and walked into the room and felt a light breeze of magic surround him making him jump in surprise.

“It's another protection spell; to see if the person that enters plans to cause any harm. If you did, you would be hexed with eight different spells that our own fathers taught us.” Blaise explained sitting on a couch near a small fireplace next to Draco, who was curled up in a thick orange Chudley Cannon's blanket.

“You can't be too careful it seems.” Harry remarked as the door began shutting its self.

“Indeed.” Blaise said motioning to the couch across from him for Harry to sit at.

Scratching his head consciously, the raven-haired teen walked towards them, the entire time watching Draco who wouldn't look up once from his hands. 'Why won't he look at me?'

Opening his mouth to speak, Harry was interrupted by the other dark-haired teen,” Why were you walking around earlier? “

“Percy Weasley...he's been stalking me for the past few days, so I wanted to escape him for awhile. Thought I could get some peace for a bit, never thought I'd run into you lot, though.” Harry explained his midnight strolling.

“Ah, of course, for awhile we all thought he was after you, not that Black guy...” Blaise remarked quietly.

'You're not the only one...'

“I assume that Pansy and Severus explained some of this to you?” Blaise asked motioning around towards the room.

“Actually the twins did...”

“Oh, they're here? Good. So, do you planning on telling anyone about us?” Blaise asked straight to the point; unaware of the spell that Pansy casted.

“No, it seems to me that you lot need this place and besides it's not my secret to tell.” Harry answered dutifully.

“Good.” Blaise smiled, who then got up and began walking towards the door, “ That's all I needed to know. I'll leave you two to talk. “

“But...” Harry began talking only to be interrupted once again, only this time by the slam of a door. 'Great!'

Looking around, seeing that Draco wasn't going to break the silence anytime soon, Harry began searching the room with his eyes. There was a large ebony four-poster bed with cream and dark burgundy silk sheets behind a third couch on a platform, a large bookcase next to a ebony desk to the left of his bed, and in front of him was a small circular ebony table engraved with silver narcissus and top of it was of all things a muggle laptop. And looking down the softest carpet in cream that Harry has ever seen as far as he could tell. 'Damn, Draco not bad...' making Harry remember the injured boy across from him, who has yet to look up.

“I...Mal—Draco are you okay?” Harry asked trying to break the silent tension. Still not answering, the Gryffindor went and sat on the table to get closer to him, and reached out, “Draco...?”

“Draco?”

“...”

“Did you know that I was supposed to belong in Gryffindor?” Draco finally spoke surprising the hell out of Harry at his confession.

“What? Then why are you in Slytherin?”

“My father, Harry. It's always Lucius...” Draco answered finally looking at Harry, who could see the pain and truth that shouldn't belong in those eyes. “Do you think he would've been caught dead with a Gryffindor for son, when all Malfoys have been Slytherins since the opening of this school.” Draco spat hatefully.

'I wonder how he would look in a Gryffindor uniform? I wonder if I could get him to wear one?'

“You're so good at being a real Slytherin though, its a bit hard to see you in Gryffindor.” Harry mused

“While I may belong in Gryffindor; I'm also a real Malfoy and at the best of times I can be just as cunning, I guess that's why the hat made Slytherin the second place to put me in. Which made Lucius proud, let me tell you.” Draco sneered

“Has he always treated you this way?” Harry asked cautiously recognizing the coldness he knew in Draco's voice.

Licking his lips, Draco began explaining,” Not always. He used to care for us like every father should, you know? I've known Pansy and Blaise since we were babies, we were practically raised together and they were always coming to our house, so Lucius basically treated them as his own children and everything. He used to read to us at night, play with us and he would teach us how to play quidditch, and once he even took us to a muggle zoo. For awhile our lives were perfect.” Draco sighed wistfully.

“What happened then?” Harry asked puzzled, “For some reason, I can't picture him that way. Especially nice enough to take you to a muggle zoo.”

“When I was about six, my father along with Pansy and Blaise's received a letter from an old acquaintance of theirs, we still don't have no idea to this day about what it said, but somehow it changed how they acted. They became cold, distant and violent. And then when we were seven, they decided we needed to learn dark magic. Four days a week, we watched as they performed spells and hexes on our house-elves, we hated it. Especially when they did it to Dobby, they would perform the worst ones on him because he would protect us when they tried hurting us too badly,” Draco shivered just thinking about it, “ I hate him---hate what Lucius has become, how the darkness is slowly eating him up.” Draco practically whispered in sadness.

“You still love him, don't you?” Harry questioned.

For a minute, Harry thought Draco wasn't going to answer, but then he reluctantly nodded his blond head, “ I know it's stupid of me, but you have to understand that he is still my father no matter what happens. Every time, I try to hate it him, truly hate him, all I can do is remember the great times; the times where he would do anything for us, protect us and even loved us.” Draco ended lamely as looked back down at his hands.

Shaking his head in disagreement, “Its not stupid, Draco, I admit its hard to understand when I've seen what he can do to you, but its not stupid to love your father.” Harry replied to the relief of the Slytherin, only to be broken by the next question, “But what made him angry enough to hurt you like that?”

“He overheard Dobby and I speaking in my room in Slytherin about how I don't want to play this game anymore, to know that every time I'm to see my father I'll end up black and blue. I don't...I can't do it anymore.”

“Didn't take it too lightly, it seems.”

“Stating the obvious, ey Potter?” Draco sneered angrily only for it disappear after seeing the hurt and puzzled expression on Harry's face. “Sorry, Harry, it's just that I'm sick of it; all of it. Having to be somebody that I'm not, treating people the way I have to do; to be the perfect Slytherin bastard Malfoy. I can't stand it; not anymore.” Draco said biting his lips as he desperately tried not to cry. /I just need it to stop already before I go crazy.”

'Pain; his voice has so much pain, nobody should have this much pain. He speaks as if he wants to...Oh, Gods!'

“Draco...” Harry said sitting down next to him and grabbed his hands, “You haven't tried to, you know? Have you?”

“No,” Draco reluctantly said pulling his hands away and got up and walked towards the fireplace. 'How can he walk?'

“Doesn't mean, I haven't thought about it though. To finally be able to be free. Free of everything; of all these bloody expectations, but then...then I think of Pansy and Blaise. How they go through so much as well and how much I love them and to do something as relieving as suicide would be selfish of me. They need me as much as I need them.” Draco cried pulling the blanket tighter around himself as he he looked into the fire.

“You're not alone, Draco,” Harry comforted standing in front of him and putting his hands gently on the smaller boys shoulders, “ Like you said, you have Pansy and Blaise, who knows what you're going through, and you also have Snape and the twins here for you.” Harry said pulling the boy into his arms, making Draco tense and then relax after he remembered that it wasn't his father. Sensing his relaxation, Harry continued, “And you—you have me now, as well.” Harry finished surprising Draco.

“What?” he asked pulling away slightly to look into the Gryffindor's bright emerald eyes. /Like fresh green grass after a thunderstorm./

“You have me. If you ever need to talk to about anything, you can come talk to me, okay? You're not alone, we're all here for you. None of us--even me-- want to see you gone.” Harry explained urgently trying for him to understand.

Looking into his eyes, and seeing that Harry wasn't lying, Draco threw himself deeper into his arms and sobbed desperately, “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

“Thank you for what?” Harry asked as he ran his fingers through Draco's blond hair which was loose of his usual bottle of hair gel.

“For treating like a person and not like I was just something that you'd scrape off the sole of your shoe. Thank you for treating me like I'm worth something...” He trailed off as he held onto the bigger teen.

Biting his lip, Harry held onto him tighter, 'I'm going to kill that bastard if I ever see him alone again. How can he make his only son feel as if he was worthless?'

“So, what's with Pansy calling Snape papa? Cause let me tell you; that was just made me think I belonged in St. Mungo's especially since it was followed after the twins calling him, Uncle Sev.” Harry joked as he let go of Draco and sat back down on the couch.

Laughing, Draco wiped away his tears and sat back down, “Three of us have always called him, papa. We knew him since were babies as well, he always has taken care of us. And as for the twins, I never know what's up with those two.” Draco explained making Harry laugh.

“Yeah, you and the rest of the world. So, what's with the muggle technology, I thought they didn't work near anything magical?”

“Oh, papa Sev found a spell that lets them work near magic a few years back; I'm surprised Hermione hasn't found it yet. Anyways, so after he taught us the spell the twins, Pansy, Blaise and I snuck out to muggle London and bought everything; and let me tell you the television is one of the best inventions they've ever made.”

Laughing, “I wouldn't know; my aunt and uncle wouldn't even let me near theirs.”

“Yeah, the twins told me about them, sorry...” Draco apologized, “But, no worries now you can have one of your very own in your room, if you like?” He said getting up and grabbed a box from his bookshelf.

Puzzled, “My own room?”

“Yeah, didn't they tell you?” Getting a negative response, Draco continued, “Honestly! Must they always leave it up to me? This place once... it knows that you can be trusted by us will give you your own room. We all have one; Blaise, Pansy, the twins, me and my godfather, oh except for papa though. He has own quarters that we go visit all the time.” Draco explained rummaging through the box.

“Oh, wicked...wait godfather? But I always thought Sn—Severus was your godfather?” Harry asked in even more puzzlement. 'Now I know how Ron and Neville feel; never knowing what's going on.'

“No, my father didn't trust him enough at the beginning, but you know what's weird? He trusted a werewolf over papa...You know him; it's Remus.”

'Okay, see every time I think I'm beginning to understand they say something like this to make me think I've gone crazy and stupid.'

“Okay, how the bloody hell did he come to a decision to have not only a werewolf as your godfather but a loyal Gryffindor that happened to be best mates with my parents as well?” Harry ranted throwing his hands up in frustration.

/You're so cute, Harry when you're angry and confused./

“It turned out that my mum was really good friends with Remus and so my mum wanted him from the get-go. But, Lucius didn't trust him let alone considered him alive until Remy saved my mum's life while she was still pregnant with me.”

“How'd he do that?”

“My mum was almost killed by death eaters in muggle London. They were on one of their killing sprees and my mum happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, but thankfully Remy was there to save her. After that, Lucius agreed with my mum that he could be my godfather. It wouldn't have been possible with him being a werewolf without my father being able to pull some strings at the ministry, though.”

“Oh...well...” Harry didn't know what to say.

“It's a bit hard isn't it? To finding out so much stuff in one night?” Draco asked amused by Harry's facial expressions.

“Yeah, you can say that again.” Harry smiled his famous lop-sided smile at Draco.

/I've never seen that smile up close before...no wonder all the girls are always swooning over him. He's bloody gorgeous./

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, “Come on, I'll show you where you can make your room.” Draco smiled as he got up and walked towards the door with the box still firmly in his hands.

“Make my room?” The brunette asked as he followed Draco to the door.

“Yeah, while this place may know that you want a room, it doesn't know what you want in it, until you go in there.”

“Oh.” Harry said and just as Draco was about to open the door, Harry remembered another thing, “Wait, how is it that you can walk? Even with potions and such, you would need to rest.”

Pulling out a long chain from under his dark brown t-shirt, “This. It's a time-turner, Sev got each of us one so when we need to have rest, we can use this. We set it back just enough time to heal, and while you were in the common room for two hours, I was in here for two days.”

“Oh, well that's smart. It's not like you can have classes off unless you want them to know why, huh.”

“Exactly. Now let's go make your room.” Draco said opening the door.

Friday, November 5th, 1993 4:42 A.M

Harry followed Draco out into the common room expecting a room full of occupants only to find it completely dead of life. 'They must've gone back to the houses.'

“Papa, left a letter; it said they all went back to get a few hours of sleep.” Draco confirmed looking at a letter that was left on an arm of one of the couches. Putting the letter back down, Draco walked towards a door two doors (bathroom) to the left of where they just came out of and opened it.

Walking into the room, after Harry looked at the door and seen his name engraved in gold on it, they found it completely empty save for a platform that was in the center of the room. Motioning to the platform, Draco ordered Harry to sit on.

Seeing that he was settled he began, “Okay, now close your eyes and think of how you want your room to look like, then think of a password, and then finally of who you trust enough to allow in here.” Draco said before sitting on a chair that the Room of Requirement gave him to sit on near the door.

Watching Harry close his eyes, Draco soon saw a large black four poster bed appear against the wall to the left (which happened to turn to a dark forest green color) with cream and and sea foam green sheets and black curtains on a light oak wood floor. Across from him on the other side of the room appeared two desks one looked like for homework and the other for drawing and a large bookshelf with lots of supplies ranging from paper, canvases, pencils to paints to charcoals and to pastels. /Looks like an artist's wet dream./ And across from the bed was a long cream couch that curved into a half circle with black and green pillows thrown about, and on top of a large rug with different colors greens and cream colors in weird shapes was a s-shaped glass table that rested on four black legs that were carved into lions ready to pounce in front of a black marble fireplace.

Opening his eyes, Harry smiled at his achievement and looked at Draco for approval, “How is it?”

“Very artsy, it suits you I think.” Draco said smiling and walked around to get a closer look.

“Thanks,” Harry said walking straight to his newly acquired art desk, “By all gods, I'm coming here everyday if I can!” Harry exclaimed practically drooling around the mouth as he'd seen what was on the desk.

Laughing, Draco handed Harry some miniature boxes and sat down on the couch. “What's this?” Harry asked sitting down on the couch near Draco.

“Your very own T.V, C.D. player and DVD player. We'll have to take you to muggle London soon to get you some movies and cds, though. Here set them on the floor and I'll enlarge them for you.”

Setting them on the floor, Harry watched with a quick 'amplio' spell from Draco was rewarded to see another flat panel screen, a dvd player and a 5-disk CD player appear.(1)

'Oh, how I wish I could live here...'

“How do I set them up?”

“Close your eyes and require them to be set up.”

Having closed his eyes for a few seconds, Harry reopened them to see the TV over the fireplace and next to the fireplace on a small shelf in black were the DVD and CD player hanging on the wall.

'Yup, definitely wish I could move in here.'

“This room is heaven...”

Shaking his head, Draco brushed his hair out of his eyes with his hands and pulled out his wand, “Tempus.”

5:31

“We've got to get out of here before everybody wakes up.” Draco said after awhile watching as Harry flipped through the channels excitedly.

“Huh? Oh, yeah right.” Harry said as reluctantly put the remote down on the table. He then got up and followed Draco to the door.

“The password is 'muse's haven' by the way.” Harry said walking out the door and leaving behind a surprised Draco.


Okay! Finally done and about 3500 words making this my longest chap. yet! I'M SO PROUD!

Next chapter: Finding Truth: Harry confronts Draco and the others about Sirius.

Remember R&R or flame!

Thanx,

Calian

1. I know that they weren't invented yet, but in my story they do. AU has definitely has its merits.