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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe Jk rowling and Warrner brothers has that right. I just play with the boys :) oh I also make no money from this

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, places, creatures etc. that is the sole property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. We make no money for this writing, this is purely a work of fiction and any resemblances to real people are coincidental and not the intent of the authors.

Synopsis: Ten years after the Great War the wizarding world seems to be in a state of utopia, but things aren’t always what they seem.

Warnings: First of all this will contain slash for those of you who are not a fan you will be disappointed, for those of you who want it to happen now, or even in the next few chapters you also will be disappointed. This is the first book of a trilogy that Smaddox and I have mapped out already. This is not a lovey feel good story, there will be death, there will be gore, there will be fowl language and most likely at least one explicit M/M sex scene. This story is not an AU in the truest sense of the word it will be DH complaint although we disregard the epilog. Please do not tell us we have our facts wrong all of the changes we have made will be explained by the end of the book. We promise.

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Book one of the

Verum Increbresco

Trilogy

Chapter Ten

Fatum Extrico

Harry noticed idly that the dark curtains above his bed were fluttering in the morning breeze, creating a rolling ocean of velvet. The coolness of the January morning made him shiver yet he stayed prostrate clenching his comforter between white knuckled fists. He had opened the window earlier hoping the chill of new snow would keep him from falling back in to his dreams. Waiting for Draco was becoming vexing, the blond had been absent from his mind for three days and it was taking a toll on Harry’s psyche. He didn’t want to think Draco could really be a dream, but this absence was making his memory of the blond hazier. He couldn’t stand the thought of falling in to his dreams once more only to be met with nightmares or empty happy imaginings, if Draco wasn’t there the next time he slept Harry felt he might have to give the blond up as a rather inventive conjuring. This is why he lay shivering in the earliest rays of the morning sun, he had woken before the first rays had broken over the horizon sleepy and hoping to remember a conversation with Draco, a hint of the blond. But his attempt had proven useless and thus he had made the journey across his warm room to the large bay windows and thrown the pained glass open allowing the bite of winter to enter his sanctuary. He stood there staring in to the distance until his face ached with cold and he could barely move his fingers. Then slowly he had turned and climbed in to his great bed and laid himself upon his silken linens.

A small unsure knock sounded at his door and Harry was startled from his trance. He jerked his head up and sat slowly feeling the ache of cold in his joints. The door stood silent across the room telling Harry is was not Andromeda that sought him; she would have hurried strait in if it were important enough to wake him before breakfast. Puzzled Harry stood and treaded to across the expanse that lead from his bed, past the sitting area and to the large wooden door to the hall. Grasping the iron knob in his hand he hissed as he felt a sheet of ice beneath his fingers. The window had been open for far too long he decided suddenly staring down at his freezing hand. Again a small knock sounded and Harry pulled the door open a bit trying not to let the freezing air in to the rest of the house.

There before him in oversized blue striped pajamas stood Teddy, his black hair was messier that usual sticking up at strange angles and falling haphazardly in to his blue eyes. Teddy’s eyes were only ever blue when he was feeling particularly sad.

“Harry, can I come in?” Teddy’s voice was small and very quiet, Harry blanched Teddy never knocked and her certainly never sounded so… small.

Harry sighed and waved his Godson in to the freezing room, grabbing his wand he lit the fire and swept the windows closed. With another flick the entire room was dry and on its way to being cozy. It was a sure sign of the strangeness of his Godsons mood that the young man didn’t comment on the open window or biting cold.

Sitting on the large over stuffed couch before his fire place he beckoned to Teddy and pulled him to sit next to him.

“So you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Harry asked staring in to the fire.

“Who said anything is bothering me?” His godson asked sniffing softly.

“You don’t make a habit of showing up out front of my room before the sun is up, so I inferred...” Harry looked at his Godson and waving his hands vaguely.

Teddy sighed heavily and seemed to blink back tears. His small hands clenched on his legs and he let out a small barely there sob.

“I… had a bad dream.” Teddy told him somberly curling up and laying his head in Harry’s lap.

“I hate those.” Harry told him softly stroking his fingers through the hair so like his own. “Want to talk about it?”

“You were fighting a… well I’m not sure what it was. It was evil though and winning… there was something bright and I think you were trying to get to it but the closer you got to it the further you were from me and then the darkness swallowed you and it hurt so much.” Teddy sobbed again grasping Harry’s shirt in his hands and burying his face in adolescent shame.

“Well I’m fine as you can see.” Harry told him hugging the small boy tighly and wishing he could make the pain go away. “You don’t need to worry about me Teddy, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered kissing the top of the little head.

“Do you think all my dreams are visions?” Teddy asked quietly his words muffled by Harry’s bed shirt.

Harry sighed and looked down at his Godson, he forgot often how young Teddy was. “I seriously doubt that Teddy, sometimes dreams are just dreams.” He said keeping his voice soft and comforting.

“Yours weren’t.” The seriousness in his little voice caught Harry off guard and he stopped the movement of his fingers. “And I’m a seer, how can I trust that these dreams aren’t premonitions?”

“I don’t have all the answers Teddy. God knows I wish I did, I wish I could protect you from the world. But that’s not how life is, I have to let you learn to use this gift, talk to Madam Barns I’m sure she can help you more than I can.” Harry smiled then and patted Teddy’s shoulder. “It is much too early for such heavy contemplation, let’s make breakfast, I’ll place a warming charm on the veranda and we can eat outside and watch the snow fall.” Harry told him pulling the small boy to stand with him.

Teddy smiled and let out a small squeak. “Really?” he asked, all dark thoughts fleeing in the wake of a breakfast in the snow. “Should I wake Mum?” He asked suddenly halting mid step as they walked towards the door.

“Nah.” Harry replied happily. “Let her have a bit of a lie in this morning and we’ll have food for her when she wakes up.” Harry steered Teddy towards the hall and down the stairs all the while wishing his troubles could be washed away by a winter picnic.

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands. He had been staring at a report from one of his high level operatives for the last forty minutes and was no closer to knowing what it said than he had been when it first hit his desk. He had come in to work after welcoming Madam Barns in to the Manor in the hopes of catching up on his sorely neglected paper work. Sadly his mind was preoccupied worrying about Teddy, his words this morning had really hit Harry hard. It made him think that maybe he should trust his instincts with Draco and if what the blond said was true then they had serious problems. Making one person forget about another was easy for a wizard, but making everyone forget about multiple people… you would need immense amounts of power more than what Harry had… more than what Voldemort had even at his peak.

He groaned loudly and pushed himself away from his desk, the paperwork could wait he needed to talk with Hermione.

Molly was once again bustling around Ron and Hermione’s house when Harry arrived minutes later. The rather plump red head seemed to be busying herself with cleaning every square inch of floor space with a dusting cloth while scolding Hermione for how dirty she kept her house. Harry thought he had never seen his friend so irritated, and he had seen Hermione fairly irritated.

“Now dear please don’ take this the wrong way because you know I only want the best for you, Ronald and little Rose and that’s why I say anything.” Molly told her rearranging some books on a shelf so she could dust around them.

“Yes of course Mother Weasley.” Hermione replied through gritted teeth. She took a deep breath and held it the way she used to when Ron said something particularly stupid during a study session.

Harry coughed alerting the two feuding women to his presence. “Hey Molly, do you mind if I steal Hermione for a bit?” He asked pulling his friend over to the fireplace.

“Of course not Harry dear, I’ll stay here with Rosie and finish cleaning the house you two have fun.” She beamed and shuffled out of the room.

Hermione glared at him but before she could do so much as begin to scold him he had drug them in to the floo and sent them to Potter Manor.

They emerged in to his private study where he strode across the room and bolted the door. Harry turned and stared at Hermione for a long moment wondering how he could make this sound less crazy then it did in his head. Finally after a moment he flopped on to an over stuffed wing back chair and started talking.

“Who could wipe the memories of everyone? And I don’t mean who would have the access I mean who could possibly be powerful enough to wipe everyone’s memories? I mean that’s what happened right? If Draco is telling the truth and if they can make me forget my lover and Narcissa her son then what else have they changed?” Harry blurted out suddenly.

Hermione Blinked at him, her large brown eyes glazing over for a moment. Harry stared as she made her “this is very bad face”, then suddenly she looked pained and pressed the palms of her hands to her brow.

“Ahh.” She cried falling to her knees. Harry rushed forward grabbing her shoulders and helped her to sit on the rug.

“Are you okay Mione?” he asked keeping his voice low.

“I think so… it’s passing.” She whispered keeping her hands over her eyes and pressing the heels in harshly. “Can you close the hangings?” she asked leaning her head on her knees.

Harry stood and strode to the windows giving Hermione the time she needed to recover her senses. He pulled the hangings closed slowly on each window casting a muffling charm respectively. Treading back across the rug covered room he kneeled slowly and finally sad cross legged next to his unmoving friend.

“Can I light a few candles?” he asked her still whispering.

“Of course, I wouldn’t begrudge you sight.” She teased obviously feeling better.

Harry lit a few candles with his wand and sat back to wait for Hermione to speak. Several moments passed in the interim, the room was filled with flickering light casting a gentle glow on Hermione’s hair making it glow like honey. Harry smiled, he certainly knew why Ron loved this woman she was striking.

“I’m not certain how someone could have that much power, I would say it was the work of a group but to have that many minds making up the story even if it was the same story there would be obvious variances, most likely if something like this were to happen and I do mean if because I am not certain it has; then it would involve one conductor that used many people’s magic. I will have to do some research before I can be any more exact.”

“Be careful researching this Hermione anyone could be in on the disappearances maybe it would be best if we kept it quiet.”

“Well yes Harry we wouldn’t want anyone kidnapping me as well would we? I for one have no want to become a figment of your imagination.” Hermione replied sardonically, putting out her hands so Harry could help her to her feet.

Harry sighed, stood, and helped Hermione up. “Yeah, I’m pretty worried about that too.” Harry said seriously walking to the floo. “Let’s get back to Rosie I haven’t seen nearly enough of her little face the past few days.” Harry told her taking her hand and pulling them through the floo back to Hermione’s.

Draco’s fever was waning finally the last several days had been a living hell of unending pain and sickness. His skin was waxy and translucent as he held his delicate white hand in front of his silver eyes. How can this be possible he thought pushing himself of carefully. How can I have succumbed to something so mundane. Srewing his eyes together he pushed to his feet and traded carefully across the room, out of the open door and to the bathroom where a hot bath and cip of tea sat steaming, waiting for him.

Pansy had been caring for the blond man diligently and he reminded himself to thank her again for going through the trouble. The warm water caressed his sin as he slipped slowly in to the bath; he laid his head on to the lip of the tub and let his body relax. The tea sitting not far from his head on a side table smelled of chamomile, the fresh sent rose and mixed with the steam from his bath filing the room with sweet fragrance. This world was very beautiful he though idlly letting the hazy blue light play across his skin.

This world, his prison was filled with beauty, flowering plants, lush fields, babbling brooks and tremendous statues of magical creatures. They had every luxury one could want and in the day time is was eternally spring. Whoever had trapped them there had been very detailed and made sure their accommodations were comfortable. Yet this was a cell of sorts, they had no contact with the outside world, except when Draco could contact Harry and the people living here were scared that their loved ones were moving on with their lives having forgotten. Many of his fellow prisoners wanted Draco to use his time with Harry to get information about the outside world.

Draco sighed and started washing himself as the bath cooled.

Harry was finishing some excess paper work in his study when a hesitant knock shocked him from his boredom induced trance.

“Yeah?” Harry called out hoping it wasn’t another emergency. The door crept open and Teddy peaked around it his face pale.

“You alright Teddy?” Harry asked motioning for his godson to come in to the room.

“I was just speaking with Madam Barns.” The little boy told him, closing the door behind him.

“Well how about I have Kreacher bring us some cocoa and you tell me about what she had to say.” Harry replied

“Yeah that sounds good.” He sighed slumping in to his favorite arm chair, Harry smiled and stood moving to the mirroring chair.

The fire roared happily behind the grate, warming and lighting the cozy room, Harry watched as Teddy curled his legs in and held them to his chest.

“Harry is it true that you had a vision about you come true?” He asked his voice small.

Harry sighed; he had hoped he wouldn’t need to talk to Teddy about that part of the war. He knew the basics mostly that Harry had defeated Voldemort but the prophesy was not something the general public knew about.

“Who told you that?” he asked hoping to breeze past the topic.

“Madam Barns.” Teddy intoned looking at Harry as though he could see through him.

“Oh…” Harry snorted and decided he couldn’t keep the truth from his little ward. “Yeah I suppose there was.” He mumbled shuffling his feet.

“Could there be another one?”
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