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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 13 - Not just a Boy
Draco did not show up that day and as a result Harry had been left alone in Grimmauld place to work. However, Harry’s rather downtrodden mood when it became apparent that he wouldn’t have the company he desired for the day, lifted when he returned to the Burrow that evening to find that the Slytherin had responded with a heartfelt apology that he couldn’t make it and promised that he would be there the next time. Harry replied quickly that he would see him tomorrow then. Now that he had started his crusade against the Black family home and built up steam on the project he wasn’t going to stop. He wanted it all done and finished by the time he started school.
Ron and Hermione were absent from the Burrow for seven days after they left to find the Grangers, sending regular correspondence to assure family and friends that they were doing well. They arrived back on the seventeenth of August looking bone tired from their expedition but otherwise in good spirits. In the time that they had been gone they had managed to locate Hermione’s parents, where they were living in Melbourne, Australia, and then spent some quality time with them, after Hermione had managed to reverse the spells she’d put on them to protect them.
Harry in the meantime had spent the majority of his time at Grimmauld place, occupying himself with general cleaning and redecorating. Occasionally with the assistance from Ginny, Draco or Molly; the latter not approving of how much time he was spending alone in the place.
Thankfully Draco had calmed down in regards to Ginny. He knew that she was in love with his mate but he could also see that Harry had no interest in her, at least not in that way, so he had made his peace with her on the matter. Also, she, unlike Seamus, did not shamelessly flirt with Harry at every opportunity. His mate and the youngest Weasley child were friends, nothing more and it was clear that it was going to stay that way.
Everyone was also adjusting to having Draco around frequently. Over the week while Ron and Hermione had been in Australia, he’d joined the Weasley family for dinner on three occasions. All of those times had been on invitation of Molly herself, who was more than happy to welcome Malfoy junior into her home and at her dinner table. It warmed Harry’s heart to see that everyone had openly accepted Draco into the family and treated him no different to anyone else. Molly would even scold the blond when he attempted to help her with the clean-up.
Overall it had been a very normal, run of the mill seven days where very little had happened for the group. Harry, as pessimistic as ever, knew that it wouldn’t last and he was waiting anxiously for the moment that everything would go wrong and his happiness would come crashing down around him.
Even when Hermione and Ron tumbled out of the fireplace that evening, the two weary travellers took it in their stride that Draco Malfoy was sat at the dinner table holding Harry’s hand and they both sat down to dinner with casual greetings all around. Although Hermione had noticed that Ginny was suspiciously quite, seemingly lost in her own world, deep in thought.
“How was Australia?” Harry asked his two friends, as Molly put a large, homemade shepherd’s pie down upon the table. She frowned, checking the family clock which indicated that her husband was still at work. It worried her a little to see this as he hadn’t had to work this late since before the war and he had known that Ron and Hermione were expected home this evening. He wouldn’t have been late without a very good reason. It was already nearing eight in the evening and she couldn’t understand what it was that could be keeping him.
The others all started to help themselves to food on her insistence that they shouldn’t wait if Arthur wasn’t even on his way. She would keep some aside for him under a heating charm, something she had done too many times for her liking and had hoped not to have to do anymore now they were in a time of peace. Harry took only a small portion, much to the dismay of Draco who quickly corrected this when it came to his turn to serve himself, adding another spoonful on to Harry’s plate first. Neither of them said a word but the Slytherin gave his mate a pointed stare that told him not to argue.
“Wonderful,” Hermione replied as she too helped herself, “It’s a beautiful country, Mum and Dad are really happy out there.”
“So, they’re not coming back to England then?” Harry asked as he began to pick at his meal half-heartedly. He was giving his large pile a look that would have rivalled a killing curse from Lord Voldemort himself.
“No, not yet at least, I don’t mind so much; I’m just glad they’re safe and happy,” she said with a smile, “I have my life here, I wouldn’t ask them to come back just for me. Ron wasn’t a fan of Australia though, he couldn’t wait to come home.”
“Why?” Harry asked curiously, highly amused by the grimace that his best friend gave as he glared at his girlfriend.
“Too many spiders,” he said with a shudder that made the other teenagers laugh, even Ginny who hadn’t really been paying attention to what was going on around her. “They’re all poisonous too, there is no way I would EVER live over there!” he said grumpily, his arms folded across his chest as his sister sniggered.
“Awww, poor ickle Ronikins,” his sister said reaching over to ruffle his hair; Ron batted her hands away good naturedly, glaring at her as she sat back down, all of them laughing, even Molly.
“What part of Australia were you in?” Draco asked casually. He had been on holiday over there once when he was thirteen, over the Christmas holidays. It had been for one of Lucius’ suspicious business trips and his Father had been preoccupied most of the time. However it had allowed Draco and Narcissa plenty of time to wander around the shops and enjoy the sights that the country had to offer. Though it had been a bit surreal to have seasonal music playing in the blistering heat.
“Melbourne,” Hermione said, happy that Draco was comfortable enough to join in their conversation, even if he would only sit back and watch in amusement when it came to teasing Ron; though perhaps that was for the best, as the red-head might not take it quite as lightly coming from Draco . “Do you know it?”
“No, I’ve been to Sydney though, it’s a lovely country,” Draco said, “I’d love to go back once I’ve graduated, the culture and history is fascinating.” That comment alone was enough to set Hermione off as she and Draco began to discuss the history and culture of Australia in great, animated detail.
Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, letting their partners just get on with it, both of them as bad as each other. The two of them were going to be a nightmare when it came to studying for their N.E.W.T’s at the end of the year. The two boys, uninterested in such an intellectual conversation, engaged Ginny in a conversation about Quidditch, all three of them being on the Gryffindor team. They were eager to win the house cup this year and go out in a blaze of glory, the three of them happy to go into great detail as they discussed tactics and new moves.
The Weasley family kitchen was full of warmth and love, everyone happy and content. Molly looked at them all with happiness in her heart. Arthur was the only person missing from the scene of family bliss. However it was the arrival of her husband that shattered the calm and brought the mood crashing down around them.
He exited the floo network looking pale and weary. Immediately Molly whisked her tired looking husband into his rightful chair at the head of the table, without a word she fetched him a tumbler of fire whiskey which he swallowed in a single mouthful. Everyone had stilled, having gone silent upon his rather dramatic arrival home. Curious eyes asked silent questions as they waited for answers.
“No one is to panic,” he began, these five words ensuring that suddenly the tension in the room was thick as everyone froze, listening intently to the bad news that was inevitably coming. They all thought the worst, they had all been through the horror of war, it didn’t take much for them to start to panic. They all waited with baited breath for Arthur to speak. “There has been an outbreak from Azkaban, several families have been attacked since it happened. It looks like the work of deatheaters still loyal to … Voldemort.” Draco had paled considerably at this news, clutching tighter at Harry’s hand. “It looks like someone else is organizing them now, these attacks are planned, precise and brutal. We all need to be careful.”
“Who was attacked?” Molly asked as the others all remained quite, digesting this news, their minds racing. The news that there were deatheaters on the run and looking to cause trouble, rather than just disappear, wasn’t going to help the survivors of the war sleep any easier. The question on everyone’s lips however was who could possibly be leading them? Harry’s hand ached with the strength in Draco’s grasp of it, he could see the panic in the blondes beautiful silver eyes. He didn’t want his father out of prison.
“The Bones’ family,” Arthur replied gravely.
“Are they …” Ginny asked, unable to finish her question but there was no doubt in anyone’s mind what she meant.
“Yes,” Arthur said, the news sinking in to the five horrified people that were looking to him for more information. Susan Bones had been their age, she had fought alongside them in the war and lived to tell the tale, she had been a fellow Hogwarts student and now she was dead.
“Do you know if my father …” Draco asked, almost fearful of the answer. Everyone could hear the panic in his voice, the terror of what it would mean if the answer was yes, Lucius Malfoy had been one of the deatheaters to escape. They could all see how tightly he clasped at Harry’s hand, his knuckles white, his face drained of all colour.
“He was amongst those that escaped,” Arthur said regretfully, hating that he was the one to confirm the young blonde’s fears.
“I have to go,” Draco said suddenly, abandoning his meal and clambering to his feet in a panic.
“Go?” Harry asked, now panicking himself, “Go where exactly?” he too rose from the table trying to prevent his boyfriend from leaving.
“Home, my mother, she won’t know, she needs to be warned. She renounced the old ways for me, for us! They’ll kill her!” Draco said, practically hyperventilating as thoughts of what they would do to her.
“Then I’m coming with you,” Harry stated simply without hesitation.
“You will do no such thing!” Molly snapped, “Neither of you will be going anywhere! This is a job for trained Aurors not school children. We will send Kingsley and he will sort it out but none of you will be going, that includes you Draco.” Molly’s voice was stern, her glare on both Harry and Draco as she spoke, daring them to challenge her.
“She’s my mother!” Draco said, hurt and angry, “She’d be safe if it wasn’t for me!” Draco argued, he was the only one that dared but then he was the only one who hadn’t been a witness to Molly and her stubborn protectiveness. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all exchanged knowing looks as Draco argued, they knew what to do. “I can’t just leave her, they’ll kill her!”
“Draco Malfoy, if you believe for one minute that I’m going to let you go running off into a dangerous situation with only your self-righteous anger then you can think again. The war is over, Voldemort is dead. You have to leave the last of his followers to those trained and paid to catch them,” she said harshly, glaring down at the blond making sure he knew that she wasn’t joking.
Draco had been about to argue again when Harry gave a small tug on his arm. When the blond turned to look at his boyfriend the Gryffindor gave a slight shake of his head telling him not to say anything more. “Trust me,” he whispered for only him to hear. Reluctantly nodding, Draco allowed for himself to be pulled from the room after Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. The five of them made a show of arguing about the indignity of it all, after everything they had done the previous year as they stormed up the stairs and piled into Fred and George's old bedroom.
If Draco had been in his right mind then he would have had the forethought to be a little nosey and to take note of his boyfriend's personal space. However his mind was frantic with worry for his mother and he wasn’t paying attention to anything until, with a flick of his wand, the chest of drawers flew across the room, barricading the bedroom door closed and sealing them inside. In the wall, behind where the chest of drawers had been sitting was a shrunken fireplace, clearly a haphazard installation done by the twins by the look of it.
“Engorgeo,” Harry said and instantly the fireplace enlarge wide enough to fit all five of them inside at once, taking over the entire wall. It seemed that without Molly’s knowledge the twins had installed an extra fireplace, plus connected it to the floo network with the help from their connections at the Ministry, mainly their brother Percy.
Stepping into the fireplace Harry hoked out a concealed bag of floo powder. “Anyone coming to Malfoy Manor step in now,” Harry said and instantly Draco was by his side, a possessive arm around his waist. Draco hated the idea of Harry walking into danger with him, his dominant Elven protesting fiercely, screaming at him to protect his submissive. However the blond had known the Gryffindor long enough to know that nothing would stop him from coming. The teen had a hero complex, he needed to save people.
Draco wasn’t about to deal with those issues now, they didn’t have the time. With a little more hesitation and grim faced with determination, Ginny joined them in the grate of the fireplace, followed closely with Ron and Hermione. Their wands drawn, ready for whatever they would find on the other side, Harry threw down the floo powder and Draco shouted out, “Malfoy Manor.”
HPDM
Narcissa screamed in agony as her husband hit her with the torture curse for the third time, taking a malicious pleasure from her screams. He had a vindictive sneer on his ruggedly handsome face as he looked down at his beautiful blood-traitor of a wife in disgust and loathing. Azkaban prison had not favoured the older Malfoy. His long blonde hair now lank and unkempt, his face gaunt and hallow. The wizard prison had hardened the already cool, aloof man, his hatred and loathing taking over his heart so that there was no love or passion left remaining.
When he looked upon Narcissa’s kind, beautiful face he felt nothing for her. In his eyes she was nothing more than a blood-traitor. She would die for her tolerance of those that ought not to have been allowed to live. She would die and then so would Draco for his unsavoury associations. Lucius would start again, produce another heir for his family name and fortune.
Saint Potter would be left to die last, but only after the pathetic excuse for a hero had watched everyone he loved die. First his lover, slowly and painfully, then everyone else that the boy held close to his heart before the eldest Malfoy took great pleasure in taking Potter’s life too. He wouldn’t use the killing curse on any of them, that was too easy, too quick. He wanted them all to suffer, just like he had suffered in Azkaban. Lucius wanted them all feel their deaths, to know that it was coming for hours and hours, to torture them within an inch of their sanity, ensuring they knew that there was nothing they could do other than suffer through the pain and wait for death to claim them.
The great Lord Voldemort may have gone but they had a new master now. He was someone that they could be proud to follow. Killing his family wasn’t something Lucius had been ordered to do, it was something he had to do for himself. Quelling the weak as it were. Killing Potter would be an added bonus and would certainly please his new master, however the boy-who-lived-twice was of no concern to them or their plans. Unlike the Dark Lord, his new master had very little interest in the boy except as a trophy once he was dead. Lucius was more than happy to kill, stuff and mount the little brat to appease his master.
Lifting the cruciatus curse from his wife, the scream fading from her lips, her body relaxing as the pain ebbed away. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek. After-shocks of remembered pain shot like jolts of electricity through her limbs, causing them to twitch as she sobbed out harsh breaths, her throat painfully raw from her screams.
“I’m going to kill you, Cissy,” Lucius hummed as he crouched down, leaning over her crippled body, smiling from the pleasure it gave him to see her so weak and defenceless against him. He should have done this years ago, stamped out her free will and stubbornness, showing her that she would not bend him to her will. Perhaps if he had put her in her place sooner than he would have a stronger son but alas he did not and now they both had to die. It was done now and he could not change the past, he could only shape the future by fixing his mistakes.
“I’m going to kill Draco too,” he jeered at her, his voice soft and silky as he taunted her with the knowledge of what he would do to the child she held so dear. He did so enjoy torturing her with this information.
“No,” she said, her voice raspy, the last of her strength waning. She would use the last of her remaining energy before she died to ensure Draco did not fall foul to this man. Narcissa had known that Lucius had come here to kill her and she couldn’t bring herself to care, she would have welcomed death at this point, her body trembling in agony. With her last breath upon this earth she would protect her child, whatever it took.
“Yes, Cissy darling,” Lucius mocked, “he is weak, just like his mother, a blood-traitor and no son of mine. Polluting our proud, pure-blood line with his affair with that Potter boy!”
Lucius pressed his wand to the exposed skin of her chest, taunting her as he muttered an incantation that he had learnt while in Azkaban. Her skin sliced open in the wake of his wand as he dragged the tip over her skin. The wound was not deep enough to fatally injure her, only to inflict pain and spill a little of her blood. The spell would also ensure that the wounds would not heal on their own and if he kept going she would slowly bleed to death. It would be an agonizingly painful way to die and nothing short of what she deserved. The thought of her dying in such a way gave Lucius great pleasure, he very much looked forward to watching the light of life leave her eyes.
He continued to trace lines across her exposed skin, cutting her open and causing a slight whimper of pain to escape her raw throat. Her body too weak from the cruciatus curse to have any hope of resisting him. She was more than ready to embrace death. If this was how she was supposed to die then so be it. Her son was happy, settled and protected by the strongest wizard that she could ever have hoped for. She was proud to have her baby boy with Harry Potter because she knew that the saviour of the wizarding world would never allow anything to happen to anyone he loved, not without a fight. She had every faith in Draco's new found friends and that they would take care of him when she was gone.
In the moment when she began to beg for death to come swiftly to her, the fireplace across the room burst into life with brilliantly bright emerald flame and five teenagers fell into the room, wands drawn and ready to attack. Inwardly she cursed, she didn’t want to be saved and certainly not at the expense of putting ones so young in danger.
Lucius Malfoy roared in outrage of the sudden appearance of his traitor of a son and four other blood-traitors, including none other than the boy-who-lived. The dishonour of having a mudblood in his grand family home enraged the eldest Malfoy and he fired the killing curse in their direction, wanting to kill them all. Oh he wanted them to suffer but it was just him and him alone here, he was out numbered and would begrudgingly settle for killing them quickly as long as they died.
Harry had to push Ginny to the ground so that she wasn’t hit by the jet of green light. Draco only had eyes for his mother who lay upon the ground motionless, pale and bleeding behind his father who fired killing curses and other unforgivables, as well as curses that should have made the list as such, at them. His relentless fury, at being confronted in his own home by those that he blamed for his incarceration, not allowing for any rest bite.
“Get down,” Harry shouted as he dove for his boyfriend, pulling him to the floor as a jet of green light narrowly avoided hitting him.
“She’s dying!” Draco said with fear induced panic.
“You’re no good to her dead,” Harry hissed as Ron and Hermione fired several stunning spells towards Malfoy senior. Ginny had ducked down behind a sofa under the onslaught of curses and jinxes being fired at them.
“We have to neutralize him,” Draco said as he fired a stunning spell of his own directly at his father and watched as it was deflected with ease. Harry nodded his agreement as Lucius laughed mockingly at their efforts to disable him. They knew that the couldn’t kill the evil man, he wasn’t Lord Voldemort and they weren’t Aurors. All they could hope for was to stun him, retrieve Narcissa and leave quickly before any of them were hurt. However even achieving that was proving rather difficult.
Draco however was not going to leave without his mother. Frustrated, the young blonde got to his feet and fired a jet of red light towards his father. Lucius, taking the opportunity given to him, aimed for his son and fired a killing curse at him. Not sure what he was doing or if he was even thinking at all Harry too jumped to his feet, eager to protect his boyfriend. Everything happened in a split second that it was difficult to comprehend what was happening at all. The killing curse that had been meant for Draco hit Harry squarely in the chest.
The force of the unforgivable curse took the Gryffindor’s breath away as he staggered backwards, feeling himself fall before he hit the floor. He heard his name being screamed faintly around him. Harry simply felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a brick, though he couldn’t move.
Draco shouted a stunning spell, desperate to reach his mate who now lay upon the ground unmoving. Lucius, in his jubilation at seemingly killing Harry Potter neither dodged nor deflected the spell in time and was hit in the chest by the body-bind curse. Ginny aiming a stunning spell over the sofa almost simultaneously, this also hit the older Malfoy sending him to the ground with a loud crash.

“No, no, no,” Draco said in a panic as he ran to his mate, crouching over him, tears streaming down his cheeks, Hermione and Ginny rushing over to Narcissa as Ron looked on in horror at the sight of his best friend, unmoving on the ground. “Harry, please don’t be dead, please just don’t be dead!”
He could have cried out in relief as Harry drew a gasping breath and opened his eyes. “What happened?” he asked with a groan as he tried to sit up but found himself encased in strong male arms, almost being smothered as soft kisses peppered his face in relief. His head was fuzzy and he felt disorientated, unsure of what had happened or why he was on the ground.
“You idiot!” Draco raged, “You took a killing curse for me! You fucking idiot!” the blonde snarled as his relief that Harry wasn’t in fact dead was replaced with indignation and anger at his boyfriend's utter stupidity. “How can you be so recklessly idiotic?”
“I’m a Gryffindor, remember,” Harry said as he began to recall what had happened, “Recklessly idiotic is kind of what we do for those we love.” No one said anything about Harry’s mention of the L word in relation to Draco, all of them too puzzled as to how he had survived this hit with a killing curse.
“You’re such an idiot,” Draco said practically sobbing in relief as he held Harry in his arms.
“I couldn’t exactly let you die, Dray,” Harry told him, “I didn’t even think before I stepped in front of you and took the curse.”
“Draco, we have to get your mother out of her,” Hermione said as she checked over the now unconscious Narcissa Malfoy. The two witches just glad that she was alive, however she wouldn’t be for much longer unless they got her help. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breathes as she struggled to hold on to the threads of her life. “She’s in bad shape.”
“Go,” Harry urged, “Help Hermione and Ginny with your mum, I’ll be okay,” Harry insisted.
“It’s okay, I’ve got him, mate,” Ron said with Draco hesitated, torn between his mother and his boyfriend. However at Ron’s confirmation that he would help Harry, Draco hurried off to aid the others with Narcissa. Hermione and Ginny were struggling with how best to move the injured witch to the fireplace so that they could all floo back to the Burrow.
“Come on mate,” Ron said as he offered his hand out to Harry, who accepted it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet still feeling a little dizzy and disorientated from being hit with the killing curse for a third time in his life.
“Did I just survive another killing curse?” Harry asked his best friend as they moved carefully to the fireplace, Harry using Ron for support. The six of them preparing to leave for the Burrow, Draco and Hermione supporting a still unconscious and heavily bleeding Narcissa Malfoy between the two of them.
They could see Lucius beginning to stir as he fought against the spells that bound him and they knew that they didn’t have much time left. They had all been very lucky this evening. It was only just starting to dawn on the group just how fortunate and even how foolish they had been in coming here.
“Yeah, I think you did,” Ron responded grimly as the two of them joined the others as they piled into the fireplace.
“Wonderful,” Harry muttered sarcastically as Draco threw down the floo powder and shouted out their destination.
HPDM
Kingsley Shacklebolt didn’t quite know what to make of the scene he stumbled into only moments after the group of Gryffindor’s had taken their leave of Malfoy Manor. He was startled to see that the man they wanted, a recent escapee from Azkaban, was fighting a body bind curse on the floor when he and the rest of the Aurors arrived.
With the clear signs that there had been a serious duel, with evidence of the dark arts being used, he could safely draw the correct conclusions as to what had happened; especially considering there was no sign of Narcissa Malfoy, who they had come here to retrieve, warn or rescue depending on what the situation warranted.
He was going to be having strong words with Harry Potter about this and not turning into a damn vigilante. If the boy wanted to continue hunting dark and dangerous wizards then Kingsley wouldn’t stop him, however he’d get the proper training and do it as a Ministry of Magic Auror and not as school boy Harry Potter. However, for the moment, one of the escaped convicts was back under arrest and no real harm had been done as far as he was aware.
Kingsley had no idea what had really transpired there or the significance of it. From the saviour of the wizarding world surviving a third hit with a killing curse to his declaration of love to his boyfriend, however unintentionally it had been done. If he had known any of this then serious questions would have had to been asked.
Though at the moment, Aurors were putting Lucius Malfoy under arrest and Harry Potter was making his way back to the Burrow, where he would ensure an oath of secrecy was made between the five teenagers to make sure that none of them would say a word about him surviving for the third time. No one needed to know exactly how much of a freak he was and that he seemingly couldn’t be killed with that particular curse.
It scared them all but it was not something that needed to be public knowledge. The five of them could worry enough for the moment. The oath of secrecy wasn’t needed, not really because Harry trusted each and everyone of them. However it meant that his secret was now magically guarded and, until he said so, the secret wouldn’t even accidentally slip from their mouths.
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