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Kit	By : withdemonwings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 41265 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 11

Harry stayed as close to Crookshanks as he could, practically walking under him.

There were no students around to harass either of the two felines so it didn’t take long for them to reach the infirmary. The older feline managed to push open the door enough for both of them to slip through.

Harry sniffed the air before making his way to the far end of the infirmary. He absently noted that the bed closest to the back wall still smelled of him from his last stay at the end of the year.

He was surprised to find a door in the wall beside “his” bed; he had never noticed it before. He padded over to it and was surprised to find it open and he could hear voices. He immediately recognized Madam Pomfrey, she was talking to a man that sounded vaguely familiar but Harry couldn’t quite place it.

A familiar scent, sort of woodsy but sort of library-ish with a hint of chocolate, it was mixed with another scent, earthy-oceany, fresh rain and vanilla that nagged at Harry’s brain.

Harry crept closer as Crookshanks watched the kitten, faintly amused.

The Kneazle managed to slink into the room unnoticed and hid under the bed until the medi-witch left.

Harry, who’d managed to nod off in the few minutes he’d been under the bed jerked awake when Pomfrey announced who her patient was.

Malfoy!

He didn’t know what to think, because he was positive that it was Remus who was sleeping in the same bed with Lucius Malfoy and Harry had heard something about Draco and his father being under some sort of potion or spell or curse or hex or something.

Harry waited for a few minutes after Poppy had left, firmly closing the door behind her, before he ventured out from under the bed.

He cocked his head as he watched Lucius as the man sat reading, his free hand running through Remus’ hair.

Harry was rather proud of himself as he managed to find a way onto the bed by himself.

‘And who might you be?’ Lucius asked when he noticed the small Kneazle that tumbled his way up the bed, not really sure what to expect from the blonde man. Lucius watched the small feline as it made its way to him.

He closed his book and held out his hand for the kitten, waiting patiently for him. His eyes glittered with amusement.

Harry finally found his feet and inched his way cautiously toward the outstretched hand.

There was something about the way that the feline moved that struck Lucius as odd. He wasn’t sure what but there was just something. He shook his head and was surprised to find the Kneazle on his lap, sniffing at Remus’ nose.

Lucius’ soft chuckle startled Harry and he lost his footing; he stumbled a little as he backed up. The blonde caught him in gentle hands.

‘Careful, little one,’ Lucius chided gently, as he carefully set Harry on his feet, and ran a hand through his fur.

Lucius was almost as good as Severus, but Harry just figured he was being biased.

Harry curled up, practically on Remus’ head, wanting to be as close to both Remus and Lucius as he could get, the “bad” that normally came off Lucius seemed to be gone. He soon fell asleep as Lucius alternated between petting Harry and Remus.

=^.^=

Draco was surprised to find his father and Professor Lupin still asleep and in the same bed. He sighed and pulled out his assignments. It seemed that his plan to talk to his father would have to wait.

He had no idea how he managed to finish his potions and history of magic assignments but now he was stuck on transfiguration.

Stupid transfiguration.

Draco was trying to do his transfiguration assignment.

He really was.

But thoughts of Harry and Hermione kept invading his brain.

Hermione was a mystery. She’d been faithful to Harry since first year and then when she’d started dating the irritating redhead and had become something close to The Super Bitch from Hell. Not quite there because his mother was still the proud owner of that title, but close.

Draco could admit, if only to himself, that Hermione had become a very beautiful young woman, and Draco wouldn’t have changed her for anything a year ago. But now that he was free he realized that she was what he had become and he hated it. No wonder Potter hadn’t wanted to be his friend.

He sighed, Potter, now there was something that was screwed up, not Potter the person, but Potter the relationship. Draco dropped his head back onto the back of the couch. Great now he wasn’t making any sense, even to himself...

‘Just talk to them,’ he stated out loud.

‘I find that usually helps,’ Lucius offered, slightly amuse as he pulled himself up so he could prop himself against the headboard.

‘But it’s kind of hard to when someone is M.I.A.’ the younger blonde replied, shifting so he was sitting to face his father.

‘Who’s missing?’ Lucius asked his concern evident in his voice and his face.

‘You were up until yesterday, but Potter is too,’ Draco replied.

‘And no one has any ideas about where he is or what happened to him?’ Lucius asked, his hand buried in Harry’s fur, causing him to purr loudly.

Draco shook his head, and then seemed to notice the Kneazle in his father’s lap. ‘How’d he get here?’ Draco asked, waving his hand in the direction of the feline.

‘I’m guessing he snuck in when Poppy came to check on us,’ Lucius replied as he gently lifted the Kneazle, who blinked up at him sleepily before yawning making an odd sort of happy kitten noise, causing Lucius and Draco to melt completely.

‘He doesn’t have a collar, but he seems to be well taken care of,’ Lucius commented. ‘Do you know who he belongs to?’

‘It’s Kit, Severus’ new familiar,’ Draco replied, watching his father with the Kneazle, he vaguely remembered this gentle man from his childhood.

Lucius glanced at his son with a raised eyebrow.

‘Granger attacked it and you know Uncle Severus has a soft spot for small, furry, defenceless animals,’ he replied with a shrug, not going into details, seeing as he really didn’t know them. ‘Ask Uncle Sev, he didn’t tell me a whole lot.’

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes, Draco doodling on some parchment that should have been his assignment as Lucius entertained Kit and was entertained by the small kitten.

‘So what happened?’ Draco finally asked, not looking up from his parchment, only mildly embarrassed.

Lucius didn’t reply immediately.

He gave a small smile. ‘You’re going to have to be a little bit more specific,’ he replied nudging Draco with a sheet covered foot.

Draco jerked back and began to fidget, ‘what happened to us?’ he blurted. ‘What happened to you? How did you end up here with Professor Lupin?’ he continued on, the questions pouring from him now that he’d finally started to ask them. ‘How should I approach Granger and what about Harry and what do I do about mother and -?’

Lucius sighed and set Kit on the bed before running a hand through Remus’ hair. ‘Slow down Dragon, I can only answer one question at a time,’ he replied both worried and amused.

‘So what happened?’ Draco asked again with an unrepentant grin.

‘Brat,’ Lucius glared at his son weakly, but didn’t reply immediately.

Harry, who had brought himself out his massage-induced stupor, butted his head against Lucius’ hand in curiosity.

‘You being drugged was my fault,’ Lucius began. ‘I had finally realized just how mad Riddle had become and I didn’t want you to be a part of it, I wanted to get you –all of us- out. Your mother had other ideas. She managed to convince me to stay just a few more days and that’s when she started to drug us. She spoke to Riddle about us and he cursed us. After a time I began to build up a resistance to the potion and as Riddle lost his own power his hold on me began to fail. Then your mother died I was free of the potion and I could think for myself for once but I couldn’t act for myself. Then he threatened to take you and I broke free,’ here he sighed and Draco moved to sit next to his father.

‘He tortured me when I tried to escape, and eventually he gave me to Greyback, who decided to turn me. I was with him for three full moons and then I wasn’t. Remus has a better idea of what happened when I wasn’t then I do. I think we’re mates,’ he added almost as an after thought. It was like he had to talk to someone about this who wasn’t Remus, a deranged Death Eater or a psychotic werewolf. ‘We haven’t mated yet, but I can feel him, I need him. I want him,’ he blurted before he looked up at who he had been talking with and he blushed. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be unloading-’

‘Dad stop,’ Draco interrupted as politely as he could.

‘What?’ Lucius asked staring at Draco with something like wonder.

‘I said stop, it’s okay I don’t mind. I want to talk with you about stuff like this,’ Draco replied, with a slightly embarrassed smile.

‘No, what did you call me?’ he clarified.

‘Dad,’ he replied confused, ‘but-’ Lucius cut him off by pulling him into a hug, a very tight, very affectionate embrace.

‘You haven’t called me that since you were three, of course it was Daddy then,’ Lucius stated, his voice a more than a little shaky. Draco’s hands clutched at Lucius’ clothing.

Harry watched the pair with a mix of wonder, confusion, anger and sadness. He managed to make his way a little further down Remus, who groaned and stirred.

‘Why is there a Kneazle trying to nest on my chest?’ he asked groggily, his hand moving to absently scratch the small thing. ‘And why does he smell like my Harry cub?’

The kitten on his chest stared at Severus, who had just come in with Poppy, with something that seemed to be a mix of horror and relief.

‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Severus chided gently. ‘They were going to find out sooner or later,’

Harry gave a pitiful cry before nuzzling into Remus. The other three could only stare at Severus in confusion. Severus relished being the only that knew something for a change.

‘Because he is Harry.’
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