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Finding Draco Malfoy	By : caressedbythorns Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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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A/N okay so here is another chapter, this update is about how I will probably be updating for a while once every month or so, I am engaged currently and planning a wedding as well as going to school. I am planning on rehauling this story pretty soon as my writing style has changed since I started it and I realize the firsrt three chapters don’t fit all that well with the plot of the story although you will all be seeing Pansy again next chapter. Sorry for the late update but I hope the fact it is longer will make up for it. I love all of you.

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Finding Draco Malfoy

Chapter Twelve

The beginning of the end

Hermione was in a state of shock, growing up her parents had raised her in the Church of England, they were reasonable people but felt that religion played a part in a well rounded life. Since the letter had come from Hogwarts all those years ago Hermione had been trying to reconcile the church’s teachings on magic with what she was living. It was not as though she had chosen to become a witch; no magic for her was a fact not a lifestyle choice. This truth was something her parents had tried to instill in her for the ears that she attended Hogwarts. And yet as she grew her faith had waned, it was hard to keep believing in a god when the people who were his emissaries condemned you for how you were born.

But now standing before her was a man, with beautiful wings and amazing stories of the heavens, as well as an omnipresent being that created everything, someone who did not believe in God blindly but had seen with his own eyes the being that had created existence. Faced with this unwavering fact Hermione reverted to her childhood reverence and fell to her knees in homage before the ethereal creature that brought her the proof she needed to believe what she had always hoped was true, she was not condemned from birth. Humans condemned what they could not understand but the lord understood all and condemned nothing. This revelation brought tears to her soft eyes, they spilled down her cheeks in rivulets leaving tracks behind them. A touch on her cheek caused her to jump and look up, a soft pale hand cradled her face and long finger wiped the tears from her cheeks, there before her was Liam his smile soft and serene. His blue eyes looked upon her with love so deep she wept at its beauty.

“Gentle woman please dry your eyes, I am here now and your turmoil has ended the Lord is now and has always been with you. You are his most beloved rise to your feet now child do not pay homage to me for we are siblings in the lord.” He dropped his had from her cheek and grasped her wrist. Hermione sighed and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet knowing now that there was nothing to fear. Blaise came to her side then and led her back to the sofa where she sat calmly smiling at the man she loved, and now she knew this was love she felt for the dark man that had swept in to her life, for the peace with in her was allowing her to see the world, as she never had. Without the fear of pain, for she knew the lord would provide her with love and care.

Harry watched as Hermione fell to the floor, he knew that she had always wanted to believe, and now he was happy she had a reason to; but his mind was focused on the present and what Liam had warned them was happening. Could Voldemorte really be possessed? And if so then what was there that he could do to stop the monster? He didn’t think he could kill the man Tom Riddle if he still lived within the body of the demon, were he innocent Harry could never live with himself.

Harry looked to Albus, the old man looked lost in deep thought, he knew that in the end, it would they who would defeat Voldemorte, and Harry felt a sense of camaraderie with Albus for that fact alone. They were a different breed the two of them, always in the lime light, yet rarely seen for who they actually were. And yet here Harry sat in a room of people who predominantly saw him, not the Boy Who Lived, not the savior of the wizarding world, just Harry Potter , a man like any other with likes, dislikes and the weight of the world on his shoulders.

These people his comrades and best friends had become the best support system one dark lord fighting 17 year old could ask for. Hermione with her courage and keen intellect, Ron offering his steadfast friendship and eye for tactics, Blaise a rock in the turbulence always willing to lend an ear, or lighten the mood with an off color joke… and then there was Draco, the boy who had offered him friendship so long ago. How they had gotten here Harry really didn’t know but from the uptight wanker he had known in school there had flourished a gentle caring funny intellectual man that had captured Harry’s heart.

Draco was not just a friend, he was the friend Harry wised to never leave, his presence made the world colorful and warm where as in his absence Harry felt the keening iciness of loss. Harry looked then to Draco and caught those gunmetal blue eyes with his own, the look in the blonds eyes made Harry’s heart skip, love, love was what was shimmering in the pools of blue and Harry knew his own eyes reflected in kind.

Draco dropped his eyes to the floor, he had heard legends of demons, all wizarding children were brought up with the folk lore of the great demon king and his epic battle with Merlin. But to hear that there was an Omni-powerful being that could impose its self upon their lives at any time made him more that a bit uneasy. On the other hand knowing that The Dark Lord wasn’t actually even remotely related to his species gave Draco a sense of pride in his race. At least pure evil had not yet infected wizarding kind.

Turning his mind from the unsettling idea of demon possession Draco glanced around the room, his eyes stalled as he glimpsed Harry. This man, his friend, the object of most of his thoughts, Harry was looking at the headmaster with a glint of understanding in his features. They were much alike, Draco mused Harry and Albus, both so willing to set aside their own wellbeing for that of the greater good. And yet there was something about Harry that set him apart from even Albus, other than his stunning looks that is;

Harry was not just ready to do what was asked of him when it came to fighting for the betterment of the wizarding world as a whole, no, the Green eyed man would gladly sacrifice himself for anyone he felt was hurting. Harry was intensely compassionate, he held more love for mankind with in his heart than any other being Draco had ever encountered. In that moment Draco realized why Harry was always on his mind, why his day seemed darker when he couldn’t see the fiery green of Harry’s eyes, he loved the other man more than he thought possible. Why he had never noticed this before, Draco was unsure, but for whatever reason he now knew what had been lurking in his unconscious for years, He loved Harry Potter. Now what was he to do about it?

Ron had no idea what to think, hours ago the fact that his friends knew he had a thing for Snape was all he could think about, now the war had smashed it’s self in to his life and the nice safe world they had been building at number four slowly disappeared before his eyes. Demons were notoriously sadistic as well as indestructible. The only way to get rid of one was to banish it from this plane of existence. Ron knew that it was a fact drilled in to wizarding children from birth lest a wayward child attempted to call even a lesser demon under the illusion they could control it.

Demons promised wealth, fame, and most of all power to those with no way to gain it themselves; but at a price, one that would destroy not only your enemies, but also friends, family, and ultimately yourself. To be ensnared in the web of a demon willingly was immensely stupid and ultimately fatal, to be possessed, trapped within your body, as a demon killed and pillaged in our name… that Ron could not imagine.

It was the worst sort of torture a man could endure, the level of pain and suffering demons inflicted upon their victims was a horror to hear about; the blue eyed man cringed at the thought of actually witnessing the brutality first hand, let alone feeling as though you did it with your own hands. It was then that Ron realized he was feeling something that he could not have fathomed mere hours ago, grief, grief for Tom Riddle.

The red head looked around; the small room seemed to grow vast in the wake of his realization. His friends becoming mere dots on the horizon, all he could see was Liam; the all encompassing creature that had sent his life spiraling out of control. He seemed so serene, so sure about what he had said to them. Ron could not bring himself to question Liam, it was the same way he felt about Harry when his friend announced what had to happen to further the war efforts. The words became so much more than a mere utterance, they became absolute and all encompassing.

Then as if a spell had been lifted the world came back in to sharp focus and Ron watched Hermione fall to her knees before the statuesque being that had previously dominated his thoughts. Her wonder was clear on her face, shining with an intense understanding; she looked radiantly joyful and it reminded him of the first time they had made love all of those months ago. Looking back now he could not remember why they had decided to take that leap. Then it had seemed like a good idea, the war was looming and although they held no romantic feelings for each other, neither wanted to die without ever knowing the touch of another human. That had been an amazing night, as well as the end of their make believe romance. It had made Hermione see the light, no matter how much she wanted to love Ron and marry him because everyone wanted that for them, she couldn’t.

For his own part Ron found that his body didn’t respond the way he had expected it to when he had taken Hermione, yes it was pleasurable but there was something missing… something he had yet to put his finger on. Now looking back Ron assumed it had something to do with his feelings for Snape, he did not think he was gay per-say but he was most assuredly not straight. Ron blinked in confusion as all of these revelations came crashing down upon him… it felt as though his mid was free to understand the world around him unhindered by the constraints he normally set upon himself. He loved Severus Snape… truly loved him and as much as that revelation frightened him he could not fathom why it had taken so long to understand.

The moment for all of them was broken as Molly burst in to the room, her face was deathly pale and her eyes were red and watery. Falling to her knees she let out a loud sob and reached for her son who had run to her side.

“Albus, Voldemorte has taken the ministry, he is killing the officials one by one publicly, the wireless is reporting on it, they’ve got Arthur, and they’ve killed Percy.”

The room was silent then, with the exception of Molly’s sobbing and Rons soothing nonsensical words. Albus stood and looked to Harry who was walking towards him.

“The time for talking I am afraid is over for now, we need a plan, Harry you and your friends have been working on scenarios involving a takeover of the ministry can we win this?” Albus asked looking to the younger man for an answer.

Harry Grimaced but nodded in the affirmative. “Ron Gather Tonks, Charlie, and Bill, tell them operation light house is a go and to meet us in the kitchen in ten minutes with their gear, I’ll contact Severus, Luna, and Kingsly if he is free of the ministry. This has to be quick and efficient, Hermione get to work on that archaic spell we have been talking about I need you to be able to cast it perfectly and fast, you have twenty minutes to practice. Blaise stay here with Draco we need this place ready to take care of injuries start setting out the stretchers and preparing the potions we’ll need on our return. ” Harry turned to Albus and smiled a grim smile,

“You’re with me Albus we need Fawks to pull this off and any help from your new friend would be greatly appreciated. Alright people, we are officially at war.”
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