Entwined lives

Story takes place after the Seventh year of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron survived, Hermionie didn’t. She was killed by Voldemort as were Tonks, Fred, Percy, Molly, Arthur and Ginny Weasley. Harry killed Voldemort. The characters are now 21. They live in The Burrow which Bill inherited when his parents were killed. Bill lives in France with Fleur and works in her family's restaurant, Charlie works for Hogwarts as Potions master as Snape is still in hiding. McGonagall is Headmistress of Hogwarts. Lucious Malfoy is in Azkaban after being caught as a Death Eater. Harry and Draco became friends in their seventh year after Draco switched sides. Harry is a reporter for the Daily Prophet and works from home. Draco is a famous Quidditch star and his practices will be mentioned very infrequently. Ron works for St Mungos as a specialist in curse reversal. He only works very infrequently because the specialist unit is hardly ever used because the curses are very rarely used.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Avril Lily Potter. All hail to J. K. Rowling.

Rating: R (in parts)

Warnings: Contains slash. Contains swearing and highly explicit sexual content in later parts.

Pairing: Harry/Draco slash

Chapter 1: Revisiting Harry.

Draco apparated in front of the front door of the Burrow. He reached up and his hand paused mere centimeters from the brass knocker. His hand fell to his side and he sat down on the step. He had to tell Harry but how? How could he possibly tell him this? It was huge, life changing but what if Harry wasn’t ready to have his life changed again? Draco felt the swell of emotion to protect his friend. Is that what Harry was to him, a friend? Hadn’t the dreams he had been having told him otherwise?

Draco was jolted out of his daydreaming as the door opened. There stood Ron staring down at him.

“What are you doing, Draco, sitting out here in the cold? Don’t you know it’s mid-January?” Ron joked. Draco got to his feet and shook hands with his friend. They may be friends now but they had not forgotten all the things that they had said to each other over the years. “How are you Draco? How’s your mother?”

“She’s fine, um, is Harry around?”

“When is he not around? Obsession consumes. He’s in his bedroom, pouring over adoption records, again. Are you staying just for dinner or the night?” Ron asked as he carried out a bowl of peelings to the pigs.

“The night. See you later Ron.” Draco said offhandedly as he retreated inside and up the stairs to Harry’s room. He paused at the door and ran his fingers through his short spiked up blonde hair, taking a deep breath. He knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” Harry’s voice filtered through the door. Draco entered and was hit by a wave of heat. The room was boiling hot, the fire burning high. The room was littered with newspapers, books, documents, letters from the Ministry of Magic and pages scribbled in Harry‘s handwriting. Draco looked around at the mess of assorted papers, plates, clothes and goblets. There sat Harry topless on his unmade bed surrounded by adoption records that had been sent by request from the National Magical Children's Society.

Draco picked his way across the strewn floor to the bed. He sat down on the bed and looked at what Harry was holding in his hand. His birth certificate. In pencil Harry had circled a time next to the date.

“I keep looking at this one little time wondering if he’s out there doing exactly the same thing as me. Am I wasting my time Drey?” Harry turned to Draco, the long scar that ran from his right shoulder down across his torso to the left hipbone that jutted out over the waistband of Harry’s jeans catching the light of the fire as he moved.

“No but have you considered that maybe you’re looking for the wrong thing?” Draco said as Harry got to his feet and stretched. Draco couldn’t help but watch as Harry’s shoulder blades caught the light, his smooth skin seeming to shine at him. Harry turned around and looked at him, puzzle filling his face.

“What do you mean?” Harry said as he pulled on his t-shirt.

“What if the twin you have, that you’ve been looking for for the last four years, isn’t an identical twin?”

“How does that make a difference?”

“Because fraternal twins don’t have to be the same gender. Your twin could be a girl.” Draco said as they exited the room and began to descend the stairs. Harry paused on the stairs.

"What are you getting at Draco?"

Draco took a deep breath and began to try and explain to Harry as they entered the kitchen and took a seat as Ron listened curiously while he prepared dinner.

"You remember my friend Avril?" Draco began.

"The one you once dated? Yeah I remember her. I was supposed to meet her that day in Diagon Alley, when we went to visit George, right?"

"Yeah. You know it's funny, I've known her since I was thirteen yet I've only just found out her real surname. Weird right? Because you'd think that a surname is something you'd think to ask, yet I never have. I only know it because I looked at her passport."

"Draco you're rambling. What about her surname?" Harry asked confusedly.

Draco paused and swallowed. "Potter."

Harry looked offended. "I thought we were past surname referencing Drey."

"No! Her surname is Potter. She showed me her birth certificate. She's the one you've been looking for Harry."

Harry sat there in silence for a few moments. "Where is she now? Does she know about me?"

"She works for a pet store in Hogsmeade. Yes she knows."

"Why didn't she say anything? How long has she known?"

"She was waiting for you to say something. She's known since she was seventeen. Someone told her. Listen, Harry, she wants to meet you, talk to you and answer any questions. She's waiting outside."

"Where? I didn't see her." Ron asked.

"Harry isn't the only one with an invisibility cloak."

Harry sat there in stunned silence for what seemed to his companions to be hours. "Well, maybe I should talk to her. Only seems fair, you know, after she's come all this way. We shouldn't leave her out in the cold."

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She sat there on the sofa with Draco while Harry sat upstairs in his room. She had walked in the door and Harry had had to run for the bathroom as everything he had ever eaten decided to revisit him.

"He hates me." She said to Draco. She hung her head in her hands, her long red curls hanging around her arms.

"He doesn't hate you, he just needs a moment to adjust. Stay here with Ron, I'll go talk to him."

"Where is Ron?" She asked distractedly.

"Trying to talk to Harry. Stay here."

Draco walked slowly up the stairs to Harry's room. Ron stood outside, his knuckles sore from knocking repeatedly on the door with no success for the last five minutes. "Let me try." Draco said.

Ron shrugged and walked downstairs to take care of Avril.

Draco took a deep breath and barged into Harry's room. Harry lay face down on his bed, his face buried into his pillow. "Harry? It's Draco." Draco sat down on the bed next to Harry. Harry turned his face and looked at his companion.

"I can't believe I did that. She must think I'm a freak."

"No she just thinks you hate her. That's so much better don't you think?" Draco joked as Harry cringed. "What happened Harry?" He asked seriously.

"It wasn't her, it was just....."

"Just what?"

"She looks so much like my, I mean our, mother."

Draco thought back to the pictures Harry had shown him of his mother over the years. The woman really had reminded him of someone. Now he knew who. Avril. Harry was right, she looked so much like their mother. The only difference was that she had wild curls. Her fathers hair but bright auburn. Harry's eyes were just like Avril's, electric green. "Yeah she does but you have to get past that. She's the only family you've got. You're all she has. Just try to talk to her. Please?"

"I don't think I can."

"You don't try you'll regret it forever."

Harry sighed and lay there unmoving for a few moments. Draco placed his hand between Harry's shoulder blades, the thin material of Harry's t-shirt the only thing separating their skin. "For me?"

Harry looked at him and a spark passed between the green and silver orbs. "Ok, but I promise nothing."