Home Wrecker

Title: Home Wrecker
Status/Part: Ch9/?
Rating: Adult++, NC-17
Pairing: HP/DM
Key words: M/M, fluff, WAFF, Major Angst, Language, Sexual Content

Summary: : Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta:Sorry folks, no beta on this one. If you find glaring mistakes, please let me know and I’ll do my best to edit.

Comments and Reviews are appreciated and encouraging (even the flamers. Have to keep me motivated somehow).


Chapter 9

Draco was the first to stir from their slumber. Looking out the windows, he could see the daylight fading fast. The intensity of the colour brought back sudden memories of the past years away from Harry. Without realizing it, a hand reached out in panic and grabbed the sleeping Gryffindor.

Harry woke with a start to find his arm firmly held in a death grip. The emerald eyes looked into the scared, unfocused grey eyes of his husband. Harry recognized the signs of memory flashes and decided to let them run their course unless Draco’s condition began deteriorating before he stopped.

A loud sigh and exhaustive shudder later, Draco came out of the memory. The Gryffindor eased the hand off his arm and moved them until he was resting against the headboard and pillows and Draco was cradled between his legs resting back against him. Harry kissed the blond’s cheek and shoulder in silent support. Quietly and soothingly he murmured in the delicate ear.

“Tell me my dragon. Let me ease your pain.”

Another shudder and Harry felt the first of many hot tears fall upon his arms. A hiccup later, Draco laid his head on Harry’s shoulder, turning to inhale the comforting scent.

“I’m sorry. I just remembered ‘the walk’. I was allowed before my second baby was born”. Draco stopped and sighed. Harry kissed his cheek again.

“Go on. I’m here” the brunet whispered. He couldn’t begin to imagine how painful it was to Draco. It was tearing him up just hearing about it.

“‘Master’ Draco snarled the word, “let his goon take me to the top. Same stipulations – no edges. This time I was determined to see something to help me. I remember ‘stretching’ up as far as possible. I thought my eyes were tricking me; all I could see was the lush green hills, just like the view from the owlery at Hogwarts. I swear I could hear the owl’s wings flapping, the soft hooting and smell the owl shit.” Draco stopped to breath in deep again.

“I have to laugh now. The smell made me start gagging and grabbing my belly. The goon came over and I turned and puked all over him. I acted like it was going to happen again and he pushed me over to the edge of the roof.”

Draco stopped for a minute, letting it back into his memory.

“Oh gods, Harry, could two places on earth be the exact same? I’d seen that building enough, circled it on my broom. How could it have been where they took me?”

Harry’s body tensed as a thought ran through his mind.

“Draco what was the weather like that day?”

The blond stared off into space for a moment. “Goddess help me Harry. It was just like the days before it would rain. The smells hung heavy in the air and made my ‘summer tummy’ react. The goon was lucky; I only got him once that day. Whatever it was, I was close enough to term that it started my labour.” Stopping again, he breathed in deep to focus to get the next parts out.

“I remember him bellowing on the way down the stairs. We were met in my room by the ‘Master’ and his butcher. That bastard smiled worse than Snape when deducting Gryffindor points. He told the ‘Master’ that I would have to be in full active labour before he took the baby.”

The blond flinched again before reaching for a drink from the ever full pitcher on the bedside table. Harry helped him hold the goblet. He knew he wouldn’t like what Draco was going to tell him next. Draco started again.

“They stripped me naked, put me on the bed, tied me down, spread completely out. The butcher called for his ‘apprentice’ and three very pregnant girls. The fucking bastard let me scream for three hours with nothing for pain before he finally cut my baby out of me. I don’t know who screamed more, me or the girls. He told them it would be worse for them and went on to explain how as he finished up on me. I tried to see the baby – just a glimpse but the fat bastard made sure I couldn’t. They took my crying baby away and left me there, tied up so I wouldn’t ‘strain’ his handiwork.”

The blond stopped, exhaled hard through his nose as more tears fell, wetting them both. Harry turned Draco so he could kiss him properly. He broke the kiss and gathered his husband as close to him as physically possible.

“I swear to you, my dragon, we will find the children, the ‘Master and the Butcher’. You will have your revenge and your children. I will have you and our revenge. Now, you will take the next set of potions and try to remember this ‘Uncle Jerome’ of Pansy’s. Was he really a member of the family or was Uncle just a familiar title? Had you ever seen him before? I know you’ll know him if you see him again. It’s time for you to rest again. I have some plotting to let my Slytherin side work on. Rest my love, I’m right here.”

Harry watched as Draco dutifully swallowed his potions and moved to lie on the bed. Harry tucked in behind him, placing a protective hand over the scarred stomach. Yes, he had a long list of people to plan things for and it started now.

As Draco slept, rage tore through Harry. His mental list had already had Ron and Pansy. He now had to find ‘Uncle Jerome, the Master and the Butcher’. It was getting harder to think with the rage boiling his blood the more he thought about the children, his Jocelyn and the other unknown babies. His mind calmed enough to process the thought that maybe Poppy could tell him something after hearing Draco’s description. He had his ideas though but his mind wouldn’t accept it just yet.

Luck was finally with him. Lola popped in quietly next to the bed. “Mister Harry, the red haired man is downstairs and a right state he is in. He keeps mentions a flower and yelling Geronimo or something like that.”

Harry looked at Lola. “Stay here with Draco Lola. Ron may be able to help me and not know it.”

He eased off the bed and padded down the stairs to see his ‘friend’ sitting on a couch, holding his head and muttering.

“Ron, what’s wrong?” Harry didn’t know he was that good at acting or that he could sound so genuinely sincere.

The red head looked up and Harry was taken back years ago in his mind. It was amazing how they kept following the same path of friendship, betrayal, forgiveness, back to friendship again. Harry moved to sit next to Ron to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

With a high pitched scratchy voice, Ron began telling Harry what happened in his home. Harry bit his tongue to keep from saying anything. He was really surprised that the Weasel left nothing out. When Ron broke down in full sobs, Harry just sat there. Anger was beyond him now. He looked at the man he had called friend and brother.

“You Ronald Weasley have a lot to answer for, starting with your treatment of Draco. I thought you were my friend, my brother by choice, and was happy for us. This is the lowest you have ever sunk to. Can you tell me how to get Draco back? Where he is? Who has him? I will wait to handle our situation after I have him and our child back. I have a child out there Ron that I’ve never seen, held, kissed, heard cry or laugh or watch grow. Is my baby safe, happy? Alive?

Harry stopped talking, trying to hold back a sob.

“You better tell me who this ‘Uncle Jerome’ of Pansy’s is and how to reach him. I’m also spelling you so you can’t reveal in any form of communication what you’ve told me. I’m going to find Draco and our child. You and every person involved will be dealt with.”

Harry stopped and glared at Ron who just sat their with his head hung low. A sharp breath later and Ron began.

“Harry, I can’t tell you how sorry I am for what we’ve done. I’ll help any way I can. I can tell you ‘Jerome’ was a family friend. Actually, I think he was just there for what he could get from them. Pansy gave him about 500 galleons to take Draco away. She told him he could have whatever he got for Draco. I think she thought Jerome would ransom him back to you. I have the suspicion that he actually gave her some of the money from Draco’s sale. It seems Draco was worth more than she thought.”

Ron stopped and flicked a nervous glance at Harry. The brunet’s hands were clenched and his jaw was visibly tight. The red head decide to keep going while Harry had a reign on his temper.

“I know Jerome has a ship of sorts. I’ve heard he keeps it under a concealment charm until he wants or needs someone to see it. Pansy says it’s great, that people hire it for a weeks cruise and it never leaves the dock. It’s set up like a muggle thing. I don’t know the right word, Dad might. I’ve heard him talk about them before.”

Harry looked at him and had to ask. “Did this ‘Uncle Jerome’ ever mention what he did with Draco after he had him?”

Ron sighed. “I came home one day and he was there with Pansy and they were celebrating. I’m sure he told her. Right now, I know she won’t even talk to me. I have no idea where she even may be. We didn’t have the best afternoon. I never knew how truly Slytherin and cunning and vicious she truly is. I’m sorry I ever married her.”

Harry looked at his long time friend and wished the same thing. He knew Ron would never have done anything to physically hurt Draco on his own. It would have only been petty comments between him and Draco, but they would have made it through.

“Ron, go back to your house. Have your fantasies and wank to your heart’s content. I’m going to start the search for my husband and child”.

Harry stood abruptly, pulled his wand and cast the spells on the red head. He turned and walked out of the room before running up the staircase. He slowed down and eased the door open. Lola was standing next to the bed, twisting her hands.

Harry nodded to her and she popped out. Harry slid back on the bed and curled around Draco, just waiting fro him to awaken. He softly called for Oscar and the elf just appeared with a tray of snacks. Harry grinned and nodded. Oscar set the tray on the table and left. Harry waited until the smells caused the blond to shift. He picked up a slice of a peach and ran it over Draco’s lips. The response was immediate. The blond’s tongue came out and licked the juices off his lips.

Harry and Draco both moaned. Harry brushed the soft lips again with the peach and waited. When the blond’s tongue came out again, Harry leaned over to let his lips rest on Draco’s as he opened his mouth. He watched as Draco woke up fully.

“Hello my Dragon. Let’s get you to the loo and back in bed. I have news for you.”

The former Slytherin sat up, looking hopeful. Easing off the bed, he started for the bathroom. He felt Harry wrap an arm around his waist, only to be left at the door.
“I’ll be right here if you need me. Let’s see what you can do on your own now.”

Draco smiled, feeling his self-confidence returning. He went in, shut the door and took care of his needs. Cleaning up and washing his face made him feel even better. He opened the door to be greeted with a swift kiss and an arm around his waist again, guiding him to the bed. Once they were settled, Harry told him about the visitor and the information he’d gained.

“Draco, he wasn’t family. From the information Ron gave me, I have an idea what the ship is and where to find it. Let’s just say, they were thorough with their deception. It wasn’t a sea-worthy ship. It was a damned enchanted muggle amusement ride or a ship converted to act like one. I know where it is.”

Harry stopped talking and you could have heard the proverbial pin drop into the haystack. The blond sat stunned while Harry watched for anything untoward. Draco climbed into Harry’s lap as the tears started. Between sobs and sniffles, his voice became huskier, sending shivers down Harry’s spine.

“We’re getting closer Harry. Make them pay for me. Let me talk to Uncle Sev, he’ll help. Please, please Harry, find my, our, baby first.”

Harry thought for a moment. Yes, Draco had an idea. Severus Snape would be more than happy to help avenge his godson.

“Alright Draco. Let me Firecall Severus while you eat the snacks Oscar brought for you. I think I’d rather have Severus here to see you rather than taking you out again. Earlier was just a little too much.

Harry helped Draco get comfy on the bed before heading to the fireplace. Starting a fire, he proceeded to call his former Potions Master.

Severus answered the call fast but not quite as brusque as he had been in the past.

“Hello Professor. Would you have time to step through now? I have something of a surprise for you. I also need to ask your help with something.”

He watched as the older, taller Slytherin stepped through his fire.

“Potter why am I in your bedroom? You know” He stopped dead as he looked at the bed. One word was whispered “Draco”. In a flash he turned and wrapped his hands around Harry’s neck.

“You insensitive prick. I’ll kill you first then that fucking imposter. How could you do that to him? I would have bet my soul you loved him too much to do something so twisted.”

A sound from the bed stopped the pressure he was applying to Harry’s throat and the tirade.

“Sneaky Snape stop. It’s me. Don’t hurt my Harry.”

The hands fell from around Harry’s neck as the tall, ebony haired man collapsed on the floor.


AN: I used the Harry Potter Lexicon to convert Galleons to Muggle. It would take 512 galleons and 5 sickles to make $5000 US Dollars. Thanks for that wonderful conversion table.