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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- 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 12: Draco
Draco closed the door to his godfather’s bedroom and leaned against it with a sigh. He rubbed his hands over his face, then through his hair. That was the last thing he had wanted to discuss, Astoria and that…that thing she had turned their, no his, son into.
After a few moments, he headed towards his office. He had a letter to write, and food to get. His godfather would understand if it took him a bit longer to get the food he said he would. Once in his office, he called for Tilly.
‘POP’, “How can Tilly bes helping, Master Draco?” the house elf asked.
“Tilly, can you get a light soup and maybe some sandwiches to be ready for me to take to Severus’s room in about 10 minutes?” Draco asked as he sat and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and ink well.
“Tilly bes getting it ready right aways, Master Draco.” She said with a squeak before disaperating back to the kitchen.
Dear Harry,
I know what you did for my godfather, and I thank you for it. It has been a long time since I last spoke to him and it is, well, wonderful to have him back and to talk to him once again.
I know that you feel that he would reject you, and I know you have your reasons for thinking that, some I know, some I don’t. What I want you to know is that if you give him a chance, he may surprise you.
At this time, I am only really giving him the highlights of the past seven years, and I hope you don’t mind my telling him of the altercation with Ginevra. He has asked about Astoria and…well, I ended up just informing him, at this time, that Astoria and I are no longer married and that he was dead. I feel that it would be important to tell him the specifics, but at this time, I feel as though the trauma that I went through, along with the shock, I may have block out the memory of the event for all I can feel is the horror of what had happen and the blood.
I am also writing to tell you that I desperately miss my best friend and that I wish I could see him and speak to him in person instead of through these infernal letters. You didn’t even stay long enough to say hello, or for me to tell you thank you for what you’ve done.
Harry, I may be a sentimental Hufflepuff right now, but I miss you and wish you were here with me, with us, even if it’s to sit in front of the fireplace and drink a glass of firewhiskey.
Come visit soon, and help me tell Severus what has happened, for, I fear, I will not be able to do so. I understand that you may be busy, and that you may have conflicting feelings, but I should tell you, I heard what you said before you left. If after all this time, you are truly in love with Severus, it may behoove of you to inform him and act upon it sooner rather than later.
Your friend,
Draco
Draco read the letter over once more before folding it and sealing it with wax. Once that was done, he opened a drawer on his left, where a simple looking box sat. Draco lifted the lid before placing his letter inside and closing it and the drawer with a sigh.
Having Harry there to help with the explanations would be much easier, but he doubted Harry would come so soon after leaving. Standing and shaking his head to clear away the morbid thoughts that started to creep in, Draco left his office and headed to the kitchen.
As promised, Tilly had made a light broth and some finger sandwiches. Picking up the tray, he made his way back to his godfather’s room. Once he was standing before the door, Draco took a deep breath, let it go, and whispered the spell that would open the bedroom door.
“I’ve got soup and sandwiches, Godfather,” he said as walked over to his bed, setting the tray on the bed side table.
“Thank you, Draco. It is much appreciated.” Severus said with a small smile, taking the bowl that was offered to him.
They sat silently as they ate, both deep in thought. Draco wasn’t sure where to start after the stunted conversation about his married life falling apart. Once he was finished, and he saw that his godfather was done, pleased that he managed to eat as much as he had.
“I…would like to apologize for earlier. It is a subject that I am not ready to discuss, nor am I sure where to begin. All I can say on the matter is that it was…a nightmare…” he started.
“I understand, Draco. If you’re not able to discuss it at this time, then know that I am here…now, and when you are ready to talk about it, I will listen,” Severus assured him.
“I…Thank you, Uncle,” Draco said, looking down at his lap.
“Tell me, what is Potter’s job?” Severus asked.
Draco chuckled softly, “It is certainly a job, that’s for sure. One that he had since the moment Voldemort kicked the bucket. He denied it up until the whole thing with Ginevra.”
“A job he had since the end of the Battle? How?”
“I gave him the last piece that pretty much sealed the deal,” he said.
“And what piece was that?” Severus asked with curiosity.
“The Elder Wand that I got off Dumbledore, and he got off me.”
“The Elder Wand?”
“Yes, and unfortunately that’s all I can say. It really isn’t my secret to tell.” Draco told him.
Draco watched as he nodded his head before asking another question, “Who all died?”
“So many people Uncle,” Draco said with a heavy sigh, “Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, leaving their son with Aunt Andromeda and Harry. Fred Weasley nearly died, but somehow managed to survive. As for students, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevy, Nigel Wolpert, and Vincent Crabbe. Professor Babbling was also killed, along with some 50 others. There is a memorial standing at Hogwarts to honor all those that fought and died.”
“What of the other professors?”
“Professor McGonagall was cursed by Amycus Carrow, and from what Harry told me, he cursed Carrow with the Cruciartus as revenge,” Draco couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.
“Did he really?” Severus asked, quite shocked.
“Yes, and it worked too apparently.”
“Impressive,” Severus said with a nod.
“Is there anything else you would like to know?” Draco asked.
“Yes, how did I survive that blasted snakes bite?”
“That is the question, yeah?” Draco shook his head and started. “I am unsure of the details up until I was involved. Harry brought you to me from the Shack, asked me to take you somewhere where you would be safe and taken care of. He asked me as a favor to him. I couldn’t not accept. You’re my godfather, actually more of a father than Lucius ever was.” Draco let out a sigh.
“You were in some sort of magical coma or in stasis, maybe a mix of them both. I took you straight to Malfoy manor and warded part of my Heir wing so that no one but those I wished would be able to enter. When Harry finally stopped by three days later, he told me that he found the antidote to Nagini’s bite on your person and gave it to you, but there was something else that was interfering. Later, the healers that I hired from other places other than here, seeing as I didn’t trust many people here anymore, said that there was some foreign magic interfering with yours to help you heal.”
Draco stood and went over to the window, “For months they tried every healing spell and potion they could think of, then they would contact other healers from around the world to consult when nothing they tried worked. Many wanted to give it up as a bad job. I refused to give up, as did Harry, so some of the healers stayed on and continued.” He turned back to his father figure, “It wasn’t until today that something finally worked. Whatever potion he used, it healed you. You should be exhausted, yet, here you are, sitting up, eating normally, well as normally as can be expected having not eaten real food in seven years, and talking as if you just woke up from an afternoon nap.”
“I see,” was all Severus could say. “I think, I will try to rest now, Draco.” Severus moved down on the bed, so that he was more comfortable.
“Of course, Uncle, get some rest and I will see you in the morning, most likely with a healer in tow,” Draco said, moving over to the bed, pulling the blanket up and over his shoulders. “Rest well.”
It wasn’t until Draco was opening the door that he heard a response, “Thank you Draco.”
He turned and gave his godfather a nod and a small smile before leaving and closing the door softly behind him. Draco then walked back to his study, hoping that there was a reply from Harry.
Once he was seated, he put his head in his hands. He wished Harry had stuck around to help give explanations to Severus, but it seemed that he was running away from his heart.
After a few minutes, he opened the drawer with the mail box in it. It was glowing, showing that he had received a letter. Draco quickly opened the box, took out the folded parchment, and opened it.
Draco,
I apologize for leaving so quickly after administering the potion. I could not stay and face him, Draco. I could not stay and face rejection. I hope you understand. I want you to know that I will return home, it is inevitable. When I do not know, but I will.
The potion I used, I found far from here, in another time and place. The circumstances as to how I found it was through a great tragedy and I cannot speak of the horrors I saw as I guided hundreds of children to their afterlife, wherever and whatever that may be.
I am glad that you are telling him as much as you can, and I am sure that he will ask you as to how he survived the attack from Nagini. He needs to know and be able to process what he went through. The one thing that we were not aware of all these years was the pain that he went through after every potion that was given and every spell that was cast upon him.
He suffered greatly for his survival, and for that, I take the blame. I could not live, knowing that he would die. I saved him for selfish reasons, Draco, and I am ashamed of that.
I have lived for centuries already, and my love for Severus has yet to diminished. You are right, I am afraid, afraid of rejection. I am afraid that he will not wish to be with me, that he will see me as the child he once thought me to be. I am afraid that he will not want me for the title that I never wanted, and the immortality that comes with it.
Draco stopped ready, trying to process that bit of information. Immortality, the one thing that Voldemort had wanted, Harry had gotten. No wonder he ran, no wonder he left. He was beginning to understand some of what Harry had told him before he left to begin with. With that in mind, Draco continued to read.
As for your memories, it may very well be that you have blocked the trauma from your mind. I would not be surprised, you had seen something horrible and life changing. If you cannot speak of it now, then tell Severus that when I come home, I will tell him.
I swear to you, Draco, I will be home before five years go by for you. I have a soul here in my care that I must look after. Death thought he was assisting me in finding me a companion and brought me the soul of a nearly six-year-old child that was murdered by her father for having magic. It has reminded me to much of my own childhood, and the many times I too came close to Death.
Take care, Draco, for I know some of my answers are not what you were looking for.
Harry
Draco folded the letter and set it aside. Harry was right, he didn’t get the answers for all of his questions. He wondered about the soul he spoke of and the childhood he eluded to. Thanks for nothing, Harry, and I’ll hold you to your promise. If I don’t see you in five years, I will have a bone to pick with you! As he thought on the letter he received, he could understand Harry’s decisions, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Bastard,” he muttered with a shake of his head.
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