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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9019 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Super Man, Batman, The Avengers, or Deadpool (the last three are only mentioned once and the fourth may be revisited at a later date! This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
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Chapter 11: Emberly
She didn’t understand why her parents hated her. Why they wanted nothing to do with her or hurt her when she did something strange. Her friends at school had loving parents, and she would be jealous of them sometimes. The last thing that she could remember was her father shouting at her, calling her freak and unnatural before falling down the stairs and then darkness. There was no pain, no fear, it was just nothing but a blackness. It wasn’t very long after that that she saw a strange man walking over to her. He had the darkest hair and eyes the color of the black sky and he was as pale as snow.
He walked over to her and knelt, “Would you like to come with me, Little one? I can take you somewhere safe, somewhere away from the pain and the fear.”
Emberly looked at the strange man, then nodded. Anywhere was better than here…and her parents.
“Very well, Little one.” He held out a hand to her, waiting for him to take his hand. Once she did, he stood and asked, “Would you like me to carry you?” seeing her nod as she stood with him, she held up her other hand, allowing him to pick her up and carry her.
Once Emberly was in the stranger’s arms, she laid her head on his shoulder and found herself falling asleep. She felt safe here, in his arms, for the first time since her 4^th birthday. She snuggled closer to her protector and let sleep over take her.
When she woke up next, she kept her eyes closed as she tried to remember what happened. First. She was on something really soft and comfy and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. As sleep started to overcome her once again, she remembered what happened…the dark man that found her in that black place she woke up in, after her father yelled at her, and maybe he pushed her instead of her falling down those stairs, but she couldn’t quite remember that.
The man had told her that he would take her somewhere safe, somewhere where she wouldn’t be hurt anymore. Her eyes popped open and she sat up, looking around the room she found herself on. It turned out that she had been sleeping on a couch, in what looked like an office. There was a man behind the desk, and at first, she thought it was the same man that came to her, but when he looked up, she saw his green eyes.
“Your awake. Good.” The man said with a soft smile, standing up and walking over to her. Once he was in front of her, he knelt down. “How are you feeling?”
Emberly continued to look at the man, taking in his almost glowing green eyes and his long black hair, braided and running over his shoulder, perhaps so he wouldn’t sit on it when he was sitting. His skin was slightly tanned, and his smile was kind and welcoming. “Wh…where am I?” she asked quietly.
“You’re in my office, Sweet One,” he said gently, “My…friend brought you here.”
“The dark man that came to me in that black place?” She asked, curious.
The man nodded and asked again, “How are you feeling?”
“O…ok,” she whispered.
“What’s your name, Sweet One?”
“Emberly.”
“Emberly. It’s a pretty name. Do you know what it means?” he asked, moving so that he was sitting on the floor. He saw that she shook her head no, and he smiled. “It means ‘a low flame or burning coal’. I can see a very bright flame inside you Emberly, and if you’re patient enough, that little flame will grow and make you stronger and it will protect you.”
“Really?” she asked, her curiosity growing.
“Yes, really. Before I continue with my questions, I should introduce myself. My name is Harry, Harry potter, but I expect you to call me Harry, ok?” he asked.
Emberly nodded, her brunette curls bouncing, and blue eyes shining. She wanted to know more and maybe by answering this man’s, Harry’s, questions, he would tell her more.
“Wonderful! Would you like some hot chocolate before we continue? I always find a nice mug of hot chocolate to be calming.” Harry saw her nod slowly, so he stood and went to his door, opening it wide enough to stand in the doorway, but keeping the door mostly closed. It was only a few minutes later that he closed the door with his foot, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in his hands.
“Here we are,” he said, handing one to her. “Go one, try it.”
Taking the smaller mug in her hands, she took a hesitant sip. Once the chocolate touched her tongue, her eyes lit up with utter joy. “Oh!”
“I take it you approve then?” Harry asked her, seeing her nod and take another, longer sip. After a few minutes passed, while they both enjoyed the hot chocolate, harry decided to ask, “Do you remember what happened?”
Emberly moved her mug from her mouth and lowered it to her lap as she looked down at the floor and nodded, “Yes…” she whispered, “Father pushed me, I think. I fell down the stairs…then I woke up in a black place, then the dark man came and took me away.”
“Does your father push you a lot, Sweet One?” he asked and watched as she nodded. “When did he start hurting you?” he asked quietly.
“My birfday,” she whispered with a sniff. She brought her hand up and angrily wiped the unwanted tears from her cheeks.
“Which birthday?”
“4^th,” she said, just as quiet.
“How old are you now, Emberly?”
“Almost six.”
Emberly waited for the next question, but when she heard the man stand, she looked up, wondering what was wrong. When her eyes landed on the man, she saw him pacing, a frown on his face, and that confused her. “M…Mr. Harry?” she asked, loud enough for him to hear her.
The man stopped and looked at her, his frown disappearing and a sad smile taking its place, “Yes, Sweet One?”
“Are you ok? I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?” she asked nervously.
“No, you did nothing wrong, your Father did.” She watched as Harry moved back over to his chair and sat back down. “What about your mother? Did she ever hit you, or yell at you?”
Emberly nodded, biting her bottom lip.
“What did they do the most?”
“Yell at me, call me names…” she said softly, feeling some more tears on her cheeks. She started when a hand took her mug, and another lifted her head up by her chin. She looked at the green eyes of the man in front of her.
“It’s ok to cry, Sweet One. I understand the hurt and confusion you feel,” he tolde her gently.
“Yo…you do?” she asked.
Harry nodded and said, just as gently, “When I was your age, my aunt and uncle did that to me too. They would call me names and tell me that I was unwanted and that my parents were drunks and didn’t want me anymore. For a long time, I believed them.”
“It wasn’t true? What they said about your parents?” Emberly asked.
“No, my parents died to protect and save me from a mad man that wanted to kill me. I was only 15 months old and I saw him kill my mom right in front of me.” Harry told her.
Emberly’s eyes went wide at that, shocked. “What names did they call you?” she whispered.
Harry sighed, closing his eyes, before opening them again and giving her a small smile, “They mostly called me ‘boy’, but sometimes, if they wanted to be really mean, they would call me ‘Freak’. I thought that was my name until I went to school at six and the teachers kept calling my Harry. My aunt finally had to tell me that it was my name, Harry James Potter.”
Emberly looked back down at her lap, twisting her hands in the hem of her shirt, “They called me ‘Freak’ too…” she whispered.
Suddenly arms were around her and she squeaked when he put her in his lap. After a moment, she buried her face in his shirt and cried. She didn’t know how long she cried in Harry’s lap, but when she was done, she felt better, and she especially liked how he would run his hand through her hair.
After a while, she asked, “Why am I here, Mr. Harry?”
She felt Harry sigh, his breath causing a loos strand of hair to tickle her face. “I…I am unsure of how to tell you, Little Flame, so I will be blunt. I am the Master of Death, and the man that came to you and brought you here, that was Death. In short, when your father pushed you and you fell down the stairs, you…”
“I died?” she asked, interrupting him.
“Yes, Little Flame, you died. Here is where souls come before going on to the afterlife, though not very many come through my office personally, and never stay as long as you have.”
“Are you going to send me away?” she asked, fear in her trembling voice.
“Only if that is what you want, otherwise, you may stay with me. But, if you stay with me, there is a chance that I may return to my home, to see my friends and family and you will more than likely come with me.”
“I want to stay. Please, Mr. Harry, can I stay?” Emberly looked up at him, silently pleading with her eyes.
Harry chuckled quietly, “Yes, of course, you can stay, I told you that you could if that was what you wanted.”
Emberly smiled a big smile and her baby blues brighten significantly and she hugged him tightly. Harry hugged her back, placing his face in her hair. After a few moments, he started again, “There is another thing, Little Flame.”
She pulled away from him enough so that she could turn her face and asked, “What is it?”
“While you are here, your soul will age, but upon our return, your soul will go back to your body that you left behind. It will be painful, and you will most likely end up in the hospital until your body heals,” Harry told her, his hand still running through her curls.
“Will you still be there with me?”
“Always, Sweet One,” he promised.
Emberly felt as though there was more that he hadn’t told her, so she moved so that she could look up at his face before saying, “There’s more isn’t there?”
“Yes,” he told her with a small nod. “Once you return to the World of the Living, you will not be able to return here until you pass on again, hopefully at a very old age.”
Emberly sat there, thinking. He promised he would always be there for her, with her. So, if, no when, they returned there, she would be stuck, but because, she assumed, he was the Master of Death, that didn’t apply to him. She leaned into his chest as she continued to think. But, because he promised to always be there, he may return here to work now and then, and always going back to her, back in the World of the Living, as he called it.
“Who would I stay with when you’re not there, Mr. Harry?” she asked softly.
Harry smiled down at her, “You would stay with a very, very good friend of mine. His name is Draco, and I think he would love you very much. You see, Draco lost his son shortly after he was born, and he has been very sad since then. I think you would help him to learn to live, and to love again,” he told her.
“What happened to him? The little boy?” she asked.
“That is a story for another time, but for now, I think we should find you a room and for you to get some sleep. Don’t you think?” Harry said, moving her so that he could look down at her.
“But I’m not tired,” she said, with a yawn.
“That may be so, Little Flame, but that yawn of yours tells me otherwise. Come one, let’s get you to bed, and tomorrow, we will begin your training.” And with that, Harry stood and carried her out of her office and down the hall to, what she thought, would be her new room.
Once Emberly was settled into bed, in new pajamas and a stuffy that Harry conjured for her, much to her delight, he tucked her in and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, Little Flame, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night…” she paused and bit her lip, unsure of what to say next, before finally saying, in a small whisper, “…Daddy.” And she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
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