Harry Potter and The Sword Of The Phoenix

Title: Harry Potter and the Sword of the Phoenix
Chapter Title: Draco’s Secret and Harry’s Worst Memory and Prophecy Revealed
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Lemon Spoilers from book 5, and Sap . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from
these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “For it May Come True.”



Instinctively Harry went over to Draco, wanting to comfort him, but Draco pulled away as if it physically hurt him to be touched.

“Draco what’s wrong?” Harry said as he took a step back.

“I’m sorry Harry; it’s just that, I’m afraid.”

“Of what?” Harry asked.

“I’m afraid of what I have to tell you, and that you will be angry with
me for not telling you before now.” Draco responded in barely a
whisper.

“You don’t have to be afraid, I will understand if you kept something
from me. I have something to tell you too and I hope your not angry with
me either.” Harry responded.

Draco looked at Harry, taking in his statement, it was clear this
night wasn’t going to be easy, for either of them.

“Why don’t we get into bed, get comfortable and talk” Harry finally
said.

His lover nodded in agreement and began to undress. In the blink of an
eye Harry was complete naked, making his clothes vanish, and laid
himself underneath the covers as he watch Draco take off his own clothes and
neatly fold them and put them away. Finally, Draco’s naked body graced
their bed under the covers next to Harry. Harry wrapped his arms around
Draco, and noticed how cold he felt.

“I don’t know where to begin”

“Just start from the beginning, and take it from there.” Harry assured
his lover.

With a deep sigh Draco reached over and kissed Harry. Harry welcomed
the Slytherin’s lips on his own as he wrapped his arms around Draco even
more. But, when their lips broke apart, a tear was streaking down
Draco’s face. Not letting Harry ask what was wrong, Draco began to speak:

“When I was born, my father had me examined to test my magical
properties. By now I know you’ve noticed how important being a pureblood is, at
least to families like mine. Well, after I was born my father had
someone examine me to make sure I was a wizard and not some squib that would
soil the Malfoy name. Well, the examiner saw that I was clearly a
wizard, but . . . he also found something else.”

Harry just stayed quite, not wanting to interrupt.

“He found that I had an extremely rare ability. I’m most likely the
first wizard to have this ability in half a century. I’m a hermatamorph.”

Harry looked at him completely confused.

“It means that I can bare children like a woman even though I am a
man.” Draco declared.

Harry just stammered, not knowing what to say, which just gave Draco
the courage to keep going.

“After my father found out what I was, he knew he had what he needed
to get into Voldemort’s inner circle. At the time all, he had to offer
was his money and regardless of how much he had, he was still a low
level Death Eater. You see Harry; a hermatamorph’s children are very
special. They actually inherit a bit of both the parents’ powers, and are
stronger than normal wizards. Once Voldemort was told, he brought my
father to his inner circle and demanded that I be given to him as his bride
and my father agreed. I was a part of his long term plan to have a
worthy heir to take his place long after he had conquered the wizarding
world. So since then, I have been trained in the dark arts, and to serve
Lord Voldemort.” Draco said as he finally looked away, to hide the tears
that began to stream down his face.

Harry tightly hugged Draco and gently stroked his hair to calm him.

“In our fifth year, father owled me that Voldemort wanted to go ahead
and marry me so he could conceive his heir. That night I went to the
lake, not knowing what to do, and as I walked out of the castle,
completely at the end of my rope, not knowing what I should do, and that’s when
I saw you by the lake. After we talked, and after we kissed, I decided
to take a chance and trust you. I told Dumbledore everything under the
truth serum, and he agreed not to tell anyone. After that, Voldemort
was furious and used his connection spr spring my father from Azkaban to
collect me and force me to join him. After he failed . . . well you
know what happened. . .” Draco finished, still trying to avoid Harry’s
gaze.

“Draco, I’m not mad at you, its ok. I understand why you didn’t want to
tell me, and you don’t have to be afraid anymore.” Harry said, taking
Draco’s face in his hands and sweetly kissed his lips.

Draco’s heart warmed at Harry’s words, and as if on command, his fear
disappeared. For almost an hour they just laid themselves there on the
bed as they embraced each other, not saying a word.

“Umm, Draco,” Harry began as something just crossed his mind, “we’ve
been having sex since the middle of last year, how come you haven’t got
pregnant? I mean, neither of us has ever used any protection or anything
. . .”

Draco blushed wildly at the question.

“Well my ability to bare children won’t activate until I get married.
When the wedding ceremony is over my ability will come to the surface,
and when that happens, for a week my sex drive will triple”

“What?” Harry interrupted.

“Or more . . .” Draco added, almost laughing.

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing and stared at his lover
with an open mouth.

“You see the ceremony is performed early in the morning, and by the
wedding night, my sex drive will build up high enough to last for an exact
week. At that point, my husband and I will mate for a straight week to
unsure I conceive a child, because if I don’t conceive by the end of
the week, I will lose my ability and never have children. My husband’s
drive will also increase, because the ceremony will bind us together, and
for a short time we will be able to feel each others emotions. After
that, we will lose the empathic connection and our drive will go back to
normal.”

Absorbing all of this information felt strange. Harry didn’t know
whether to laugh aloud or not.

“Last night when I woke up with out you next to me, I went looking for
you. I though you would be in Dumbledore office. When I got there he
said he hadn’t seen you but that I couldn’t have a better time since he
wanted to talk to me. He said that since you were becoming a professor,
you and I couldn’t be together while we were at Hogwarts. I told him
that it was unacceptable for us not to be together so I old him that I
wanted to take the NEwithwith you and asked if there was a way I could
become a professor as well. He said that if I wanted to do that, he would
talk to Professor Snape and see if I could be an assistant potions
professor. Then I asked if Hermione and Ron could join us. He said only
Hermione could since Ron’s grades were unfortunately below requirements.

“He also mentioned your extra classes he’s having you take so I
insisted we all join you in your animagi class. We also talked about my
ability and I told him I was ready to tell you. With a big smile he gave me
his blessing and I went to Gryffindor tower to find you. You weren’t
there so I decided to get Ron and Hermione to tell them the great news.
Hermione was ecstatic but Ron . . . well you know” Draco said.

Harry just chuckled.

“After I didn’t find you in Gryffindor tower, I thought you might be
back in our room but you weren’t there. I decided to ask Snape if he had
seen you and that’s when I found the pensieve.”

Harry gave a deep sigh as he realized where this was going.

“I knew you didn’t alt along with them, but why didn’t you ever tell me
they treated you so badly?” Draco asked.

“I never told you about any of that because I never told anyone before.
The only reason I let Snape see those memories was to settle the feud
between us and to sort of even things out
“W
“What do you mean?” Draco pressed on.

“In my fifth year, Snape was supposed to teach me Occlumency to c
m
my mind against Voldemort. But before we would begin, he would suck out
some memories and put them in the pensieve. One night you came in and
he went with you to get Montague out of a toilet. He told me we would
continue my remedial potions another night and left with you. As I was
about to leave I saw the pensieve, and naturally I went inside of it to
see what he was hiding. I can’t tell you what I saw, but I can tell you
that when he came back he practically exploded. Ever since then, our
hate for each other had intensified. But after everything that happened
this summer I decided to try and move past it.”

“But, why didn’t you tell Dumbledore, maybe he wouldn’t keep sending
you back there.” Draco continued to press.

“Draco, don’t worry about it, besides it’s not like any of those
memories are the worst thing that they have ever done” Harry said, and
regretted it immediately.

Draco looked at Harry with a serious look and Harry knew he would have
to explain. . .

“If you want to know the worst memory I have then here goes . . .

~*~*~*~*~

It was the begging of December, and Privet Drive was already full
Christmas cheer. In the driveway of number 4 Privet Drive was a five year
old boy, with wild black hair and green eyes, and a snow shovel in his
hands. He had just finished shoveling all the heavy snow from the
driveway, wearing nothing to protect him against the cold, except ragged
clothes that were at least four sizes too large. Harry didn’t want to go
back into the house even though he was freezing. He knew that if he went
inside he would just be sent back out to shovel the entire back yard by
his mean Uncle Vernon.

So he walked around the house and began to shovel the backyard. His
hands were aching with the blisters that were beginning to form from all
his shoveling. When he could shovel no longer he sat in the snow to
rest. After a minute a strange glimmer caught Harry’s eye from underneath
a bush at the end of yard near the picket fence. He moved closer to the
bush to see what it was, as he saw two strange shiny pink circles
staring at him. As Harry pushed through the bush he looked down and saw some
of the snow move away from him, realizing that it wasn’t snow.

“Don’t worry, I wont hurt you” Harry said as he held out his hand.

A cute white bunny scurried closer to him very slowly. It started to
sniff Harry’s out stretched hand, and suddenly moved closer to the boy.
Harry petted the little bunny on the head lightly, not wanting to scare
it away. The bunny was very cute with shocking white fur that matched
perfectly with the freshly fallen snow and bright pink eyes.

“What’s your name?” Harry asked giggling, at the ticklish feeling the
bunny gave him as it sniffed and nuzzled his hand.

A moment later the back door burst open, revealing a very mad Uncle
Vernon.

“You’re supposed to be shoveling the snow out of the yard not playing
in the bushes boy! Now hurry up and get to work or no di!” h!” he yelled
as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Harry told the bunny he had to get back to work but that he would be
back and try to get it some nice carrots to eat. Then with a deep sigh,
little Harry continued to shovel the back yard. When he was finished it
was almost seven o’clock at night, and his hands were worked raw. His
body had gotten used to the cold so when Harry walked inside the heat
struck him with great force, stinging his body. Dinner was almost over as
he came into the kitchen, and sat down to a very small portion of food.
Petunia was fussing over how cute Dudley looked in a hideous red
Christmas sweater with a big snowy pine tree in the front, while Vernon was
asking him if he wanted more to eat.

Dudley was already the size of large pig with a face to match. He said
he wanted more and Vernon made Harry get him another helping of ham.
Harry put down his fork as he was about to dig into his already cold
portion of food and went to the oven with Dudley’s plate. When Harry came
back, he handed Dudley another large helping, and was about to sit down
once again when Petunia made Harry get her another bottle of wine. This
continued for about twenty minutes, making Harry fetch and do things
like a house elf. By the time Harry was finally able to sit down and take
his first bite of food, it was already completely cold.

After dinner Harry was forced to do the dishes even though he was
clearly exhausted. As Harry was clearing the plates of left over food before
he placed them in the sink he pocketed the carrots and lettuce Dudley
didn’t eat, remembering the bunny outside. By the time Harry fhed hed
with the dishes, and cleaning the rest of the kitchen, it was time for
everyone to go to bed. Harry waited about an hour to make sure everyone
was asleep, and then snuck out of his cupboard and into the back yard.
The bunny was still there behind the bush, as if expecting Harry to
return. Digging into his pocket for the food he stole Harry was thinking up
a name to give his new friend. The smell of the carrots and lettuce
made the bunny come out into the open to get the food from Harry’s hand.“How“How about I call you . . . Snowy?” Harry asked as the bunny took a
large bite of lettuce from his hand. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes”
Harry laughed.

Harry petted the bunny as it ate happily, and told it how nice it was
to have a friend. When there was no more food Harry picked up Snowy and
placed him in his lap. Snowy just nuzzled its nose against Harry’s
stomach, as if trying to tickle him. Before Harry knew it the sky began to
get lighter. Not realizing the time, Harry had spent almost all night
in the cold back yard playing and talking with Snowy. Harry told Snowy
he would be back and left the backyard for his cupboard. He managed to
get two hours of asleep before he was forced awake by the rapping at his
d

“Get up you lazy boy!” Petunia yelled.

Groggily, Harry forced himself to get up, still tired from staying up
most of the night. Harry was forced to make breakfast, and then clear
the table. He snatched more food from the plates and put it in his
pocket when Petunia wasn’t looking. Vernon left for the office, ng ng
Dudley a pat on the head, and Petunia a fat kiss on the cheek. After Harry
was finished cleaning everything up he went back outside to see Snowy.
Sit bit became a routine. Whenever Harry could he would sneak food into
his pockets and then go out side to see Snowy.

Harry told Snowy everything about himself, and how he wished his
parents were still alive, his dreabouabout flying motorcycles and a strange
flash of green light. This continued until about a week before
Christmas. Uncle Vernon left for work, and Harry quickly ran outside to play
with Snowy, making sure that his aunt wasn’t watching him. He went to the
bushes were Snowy usually hid, but he wasn’t there. Suddenly, Harry
heard something in the distance. It sounded like some kind of screeching
come from the front of the house. Driven by the sound Harry quickly ran
to the front of the house, only to see Vernon’s car speeding off
towards work, and Snowy screeching in the driveway, half flatted by Vernon’s
car.

“Snowy!” Harry yelled as he ran to his only.

Snowy’s body was almost completely flatted, leaving him only with one
leg that looked twisted as it trashed and twitched in spasms, as he
screamed. Harry never knew bunnies could scream. With tears streaming down
his eyes he ran into his house and grabbed a shoe box in the corner of
his cupboard. He shook out the oversized socks and ran back outside. He
picked up Snowy and placed him in the shoe box and brought him into his
cupboard. Harry didn’t know what to do. He brought out the food he had
in his pocket and tried to see if Snowy would eat it, but instead he
just kept making a loud scraping noise with his leg against the shoebox.

After an hour of trying, Snowy just wouldn’t eat and Harry’s young
mind was at a loss. Petunia was rapping at his door again, demanding that
he get to his chores. Harry had to leave Snowy in the cupboard as he
was forced to clean the house and take out the garbage. After he had
finished he was forced to help Petunia make dinner. Vernon came home,
yelling about some incompetent employee who ruined a big deal he had lined
up. Harry stared daggers at him as he sat down on the dinner table,
hoping he’d choke on the food.

“What’s that noise Petunia?” Vernon asked as Harry put a plate of food
down on the table.

“I don’t know dear” Petunia said, as she listened for the sound.

Harry’s stomach did a flip as he heard the noise. It was Snowy,
scrapping the shoebox with his leg.

“Where is it coming from?” Vernon pressed, getting more annoyed.

“I think it’s coming from the hall.” Petunia said she left the kitchen.

Harry tried to run out of the kitchen and grab Snowy from his cupboard
but it was too late. Petunia screamed from the other side of the door,
making Vernon jump up from seat at the table. Harry ran into the hall
to see his aunt hysterically backing away from his cupboard into the
opposite wall. Vernon was right behind him asking his wife what was wrong.
Harry grabbed the box containing Snowy, whiche Pee Petunia scream even
louder.

“Get that thing out of this house!” she yelled at the top of her lungs,
which made Vernon look at Harry.

He saw Harry hold the box and yelled in disgust as he saw what was in
it.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, BRINGING DEAD RATS INTO THIS
HOUSE!”

“He isn’t a rat and he isn’t deaHarrHarry spat back as he ran away into
the kitchen from his uncles grasp.

“GET BACK HERE BOY!” Vernon yelled.

Harry ran to theositosite side of the table, making sure Vernon
couldn’t grab him or the box.

“I’m going to throw that thing in the garbage before it makes us all
sick!” Vernon yelled as tried to grab Harry again over the table.

“NO!!!” Harry screamed.

Suddenly the windows in the kitchen shattered simultaneously as if
struck by a great force. Vernon and Petunia looked at Harry, and for the
first time, they were truly afraid of him. Harry didn’t know what
happened but it was obvious the Drusley’s weren’t happy, but they were also
afraid, which gave Harry an idea.

“You’re not throwing my friend away! It’s your fault he’s hurt and he
is staying in upboupboard until he gets better!”

“Like bloody hell you will! That thing is never going to get better,
now throw him out or I will!” Vernon spat back.

“He’s staying in my cupboard!” Harry responded, which made the plates
on the table begin to shake.

Vernon and Petunia were staring at him as if he was some kind of
monster, and it was obvious that Vernon’s mind was fighting against his
anger, as well as his fear.

“You can keep it in the garage until the damn things dies; now get it
out of our sights!” Vernon yelled, giving in.

Harry went into the garage, not knowing what to do. He hated Vernon
for doing this to his only friend, and decided he was going to get even,
but how? Then it struck him! He ed Sed Snowy by the air-conditioning
vent, knowing that the sound would be carried through the vent and
magnified through out the house.

A few days passed, and Snowy still didn’t get better. Harry made sure
to keep an eye on the box to make sure no one would touch it, and the
few times, Vernon tried to get rid of it, Harry caught him and something
would always begin to shake or a light bulb would explode. He knew that
the sound was driving them all crazy, by the bags under their eyes from
the loss of sleep. Little Harry didn’t know what was making all the
strange things happen anytime he got upset, but he was thankful for them
none the less. He was glad the noise was driving them all crazy, not to
mention the added annoyance, having a sick bunny in the garage was
having on his Aunt Petunia. As long as he could remember, she always hated
anything dirty in her house, even if it was a small fly or smidge on
the window.

It was finally the night before Christmas Eve, and Harry was asleep in
his cupboard. Vernon had made him shovel the entire driveway, front
yard, and backyard. So needless to say he feel asleep as soon as he got
into his cupboard. A strange noise woke Harry in the middle of the night,
and he peeked out of his cupboard to see what it was. Harry was
surprised to see his aunt Petunia walk into the kitchen. He disentangled
himself from his blanket and crept out of his cupboard to follow her.

She was already, in the garage when Harry reached her, holding the big
metal shovel Harry used to clear the snow outside.

“!” H!” Harry screamed as his Aunt Petunia brought the shovel down on
Snowy, again and again.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“So that’s pretty much how it ended. Not with a bang or whimper, but
with a thwack. I never mentioned what happened that night neither did my
aunt or her husband. Something inside of me shut off that night. In a
way, I’ve been five years old ever since. I learned something from my
aunt in the moment, something I would use through the years as I stayed
with them on Privet Drive. The ability to suppress, to submerge, and to
bury. Passed down from aunt to nephew, the pain of facing, versus the
pain of keeping it down. That’s how things pretty much stayed until,
Hagrid came to get me on my 11th birthday. I never told anyone about what
happened because, until now, I’ve been suppressing most of the pain I
always feel, and not just from when I was a kid, but from my past few
years in the wizarding world. Cedric’s death, Sirius’s death, and so on.
But none of this is what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry
finished.

“You should talk to me about it, I’m here for you.” Draco replied as he
hugged Harry.

“Draco, now that I’ve told you that I need to tell you something else.”
Harry said solemnly.

“What is it?” Draco asked worriedly

“What I am about to tell you can not leave this room. It’s something
that only Dumbledore knows along with myself. You see, just before I was
born, a prophecy was made about Voldemort and the one with the power to
beat him. . .” Harry began.

Harry told Draco everything, from his trip to the department of
mysteries, to hearing the prophecy in Dumbledore’s office. Draco’s face
turned from fascinated, shocked, and finally sympathetic. For a moment after
Harry finished, neither of them spoke.

“You’re not alone anymore Harry.” Draco said as he sweetly kissed his
lover.

“I love you” Harry said as tears began to slide down his face.

They both lay there on the bed, holding each others naked bodies,
until they both fell asleep.


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Authors notes:

Mikochef: I’m glad you liked Draco’s stripes and don’t worry about
reviewing as long as you can do it without being hassled, lol.

Princess of al that is Azkaban: thank you for review and I hope you
keep reading. As for Harry’s animagus form, the reason I chose this form
for him was because of the symbolism behit ait as well as what’s coming
later, which I hope you will also enjoy.

Severusdraco: thank you for the kind words and I’m glad you liked how I
handled Snape. Please keep reviewing. It’s nice to know someone is
actually reading my story.

M.E.: I’m glad you like the story and I hope you keep reviewing.

?: thanks for the review.

Glossy Lips: Draco isn’t pregnant, at least not yet, lol. I have never
written a male pregnancy so I might as well try it now. . .