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Changing Faces	By : WynterRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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a/n: Wow, it is forever since I have updated here. I didn't want to do the updates while not being able to access the story thing that was going on.

Granted, I feel bad because I haven't written very much in the past few months, Real Life has gotten to me. That being said, here is the overdue chapter 13...(fourteen is still in the middle of being written and being quite stubburn, I might add)

As usual, the lyrics are posted at my journal...

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"Merlin, Draco!" Harry said miserably. "I have just put myself through hell for my 'family' and now instead of calming down I have more to deal with?" Harry typically didn't say that much when talking to the voice in his head, but he just couldn't help it this time.
"I need you now, Harry. I hate saying it, but I do. He is mad. We are going to die soon."
Harry groaned. He couldn't tell if the voice was being overdramatic or there was actually danger present. "What do you want me to do?"
"Can you get out in about two hours? Meet me behind Madam Malkin’s. You will know it is me when you see me."
Harry sighed. "Fine. I will go face them again." He barely heard a thank you as he rolled over and hit his pillow. He took a deep breath and got out of bed. 
He walked down the stairs and listened to the Weasleys arguing. He still felt bad that he had had to hurt them, but they would not have settled for the half-truths that wouldn't hurt as much.
He stepped into the room he had just left and glanced around. His eyes fell on Lucius who was sitting in the corner with a smirk on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the front row seat of a Weasley quarrel. Harry walked over. "Let's go to Diagon Alley now. We have things that need to be done."
Lucius nodded and smiled at the boy. "Gladly." As he rose from the chair, everyone looked over at him. They had apparently forgotten that he was in the room.
"We are going to Diagon Alley," Harry said firmly. "We will be there for at least two hours after which time I hope you have decided if you will still support me. I don't have time to question if you are still going to accept me. Each of you has my trust or you wouldn't be here. While I'm gone, please think about this. If you don't think that you can move beyond this, then please find your way out of the house." He glared at Ron as he finished his speech, hoping the look would actually get through to Ron.
Harry turned quickly and strode out of the room. He walked into the room where the floo was located. He grabbed a handful of powder and tossed it into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley."
He stepped out of the floo and dusted himself off. Within seconds Lucius was gracefully stepping out of the floo. "Where are we going first, Harry?"
"Gringotts." Harry walked through the Leaky Cauldron and to the secret entrance of Diagon Alley. Fortunately not many people had seen Harry as he walked next to Lucius. They went straight to Gringotts to be shown to Harry’s vault by the goblin Griphook.
"Leave us please. I need to look for something and I'm not sure how long we will be," Harry said to the goblin.
"Sir, would this be in reference to any jewelry that you may be in need of?" he asked politely.
Harry looked at the goblin. "Yes, it is."
"Then, Mr. Potter, you need your other vault."
Harry was shocked. The surprise had to show on his face.
"Mr. Potter, there is another vault that was to go to you upon marriage or your twenty-first birthday, whichever came first. We were instructed to keep it from you until that day. You are married now, sir, correct?"
"Yes he is, Mr. Griphook," Lucius inserted while Harry was still processing this information. "Is there a key he should have?"
The goblin looked at the other man. "Mr. Malfoy, this is specifically for the Potter heir."
"Of course it is. I do not wish to imply otherwise. Mr. Potter has had a few shocks within recent weeks. I am merely trying to assist my son-in-law."
"So the rumor is true? Well if it isn't, the vault will know."
Harry was about to speak up when Griphook took him by the arm and led him to a wall. "Mr. Potter, there are wards built into the vault that will only open if the conditions are met. Just place your hand on this rock and whisper Alohamora and the vault will open."
Harry followed the instruction and the wall slid open. "Thank you, Mr. Griphook," he said softly, gazing around the room that had just been revealed.
Harry took a step in and gazed around. There was antique furniture lining the back wall of the vault. There were portraits lying against another wall. At least fifteen trunks were stacked in a corner. Harry was shocked. He didn't think anything had survived Godric's Hollow.
"Your father had much of this in storage because he wanted to have new furniture with his young wife," Griphook said as he watched Harry's face. "I believe that you will find a letter on the desk in that corner. I was told specifically to make sure you received the letter when you found the vault."
Harry walked numbly to the desk and picked up the letter. He could see his name written on the outside in bold black letters. It was sealed with what he could only think was the Potter seal. "Mr. Potter, would you like for me to return in an hour? That should give you plenty of time to find what you need, correct?"
Lucius watched Harry as he sat down and stared at the letter. "Yes, that should be plenty of time. I shall contact you by the normal method if we need to leave before that."
Griphook nodded remaining impartial to the customers. He walked back to his cart and rode back to the surface of the bank.
Lucius pulled up a chair, close to Harry, but still giving him some space. Harry was shaking as he moved his finger under the seal, opening the letter that had sat for at least 15 years.
My Dearest Son,
It was my wish that I could see you grow up, but if you have been given access to your vault that means you are now an adult. It is dangerous right now, and I only hope that you have been taken care of. I'm afraid that I might not live much longer with Voldemort still on the loose.
Your mother and I have faced him already and I'm afraid the next time it will not be as pleasant. It is our wish for you to grow up happy and safe, but being a part of the Order is making that harder and harder. Dumbledore has just told us that we need to go into hiding because you are the next target of Voldemort.
He did not go into the details, but I pray that you will be safe. This is my last "trip" to the outside world before our entire family disappears.
Times are rough. Hopefully you know your godfather and the other Marauders. They are my closest friends and the ones I trust the most. We have chosen Peter to keep our secret. Although, I still feel as if I am letting Sirius down by not letting him be our Secret Keeper. Everyone suspects that it would be him anyway.
I have so much that I need to say, but I cannot even begin to think of where to start. You are either twenty-one, which I am hoping for, or you have just got married. Your mother and I feel that this is the best time for you to have access to the rest of your inheritance.
If you have just got married then you need to get the Potter ring. It was not placed upon your finger growing up for fear that it would lead Voldemort to you if anything happens to us. However, you will be protected if anything has happened. Your mother placed protection spells on you that are the same as the ones in the ring. It is an ancient pure-blood tradition, but your mother studied it so that she could perform it. The power and strength in the family will be woven through the power of the ring. The ring will protect you if you are to wear it. It will protect your spouse when you get married. The protection in the ring will help with small accidents, but will also call upon the power of the family's power if you are faced in a duel.
The ring is in the top drawer of this desk. You need to place it on your spouse as soon as possible. The words are quite simple. Simply state to the ring that the person is your mate and the protection will be transferred. Sirius or Dumbledore should be able to help you if you are not marrying another pure-blood.
I must go, my son. The time draws near when I must go into hiding. I love you, my boy, and I hope that I was able to spend as much time with you as possible. There is so much I want to say, but the words are not forthcoming. Know that you are loved very dearly. You are our whole world. You will be given the key to this vault when you are twenty-one. This vault contains what you will need to start a family. I love you, my son.
Love,
Dad
Harry had tears running down his face as he read the letter. He was shaking from the shock of seeing his father's love before him. The knowledge that the two James had trusted most with Harry were both dead. Harry laid his head on the desk and cried.
Lucius sat quietly next to the boy, not disturbing him. He knew that this was an emotional moment. He watched as the boy's face went pale from shock. He watched the first tears start to fall and stain the letter Harry was reading. He watched the strong man in front of him break down at the very first and only letter he had ever received from his father. Lucius felt his own heart breaking thinking of how he would have felt writing such a letter to Draco, knowing that he was going to die. His cool mask of indifference was beginning to fall as well. He stood up and walked over to Harry and put his hand on his back, soothing him the way he did Draco upon occasion.
Harry composed himself and nodded to Lucius. Neither spoke for a few minutes. Harry reached for the drawer where the ring should be. He opened it and found a small black box. He picked up a box and opened it. In it was a plain silver ring with the words "eternal love" engraved on the inside. Harry fingered the ring on his hand. It was elegant and almost demanded that someone notice it. This new ring was plain and spoke of love. "Could this be it, or do you think it is another ring?"
"I would say that was it. The Potters always preferred to keep things simple, whereas our family has always had something to show our status." Lucius was controlling the urge to turn his nose in the air.
"Alright then, shall we go now?" Harry asked wanting to get away now that he had what he needed. Lucius nodded. On the way out, Harry grabbed a bag full of galleons from his regular vault. He didn't know how much money he had on him at Grimmauld Place, but he knew that he would need some soon.
They had just walked to the door of his vault when Griphook arrived with the cart to return to the lobby. "Ready, sirs?"
"Yes, we are ready. While we are here, I need to conduct some business as well," Lucius said. "I need to make sure that the Malfoy funds are taken care of for the spouse of the Malfoy heir as well as making sure that the appropriate forms are filled out for beneficiaries and such."
"Yes, sir. Would Mr. Potter need to do this as well for his own personal vaults, as well as the Black estate?"
Harry just nodded and groaned. He held on during the roller coaster ride back to the top of the bank. The next hour was filled with official documents being signed and accounts being assigned not only to Harry from the Malfoy funds, but also to Draco from the Potter/Black estates. It was noted that technically, there was a dowry set up, but since both families benefited in some way, there was no reason to have a real dowry. Harry also filled out forms for a will, making sure that not only Draco got his share, as his husband, but that those he truly cared about such as the Weasleys and Remus were taken care of. He knew that Draco did not need anything, but the others did.
They walked out of Gringotts to the flash of a camera. "Harry, do you have anything you want to say about your marriage to Draco Malfoy?"
"Harry, did you only get Lucius Malfoy released because of your marriage?"
"Mr. Potter, why did you choose to marry the son of a convicted Death Eater?"
"Harry, what did you wear for your marriage ceremony? Describe it to your adoring fans, please!"
Harry's eyes opened wide and he looked over at Lucius. He was standing there regally and so Harry copied his posture. He looked at the crowd of reporters and photographers. He had to think quickly. He knew that whatever he said, if he said anything at all, would be on the front page of all the newspapers. He stood up straight and took a deep breath.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please. I can only answer one question at a time," he said calmly although he was afraid. "Hello, Luna, how are you doing?" he asked his friend, seeing her standing there.
"Hi, Harry. I'm doing well. My father has me working this summer," she replied dreamily.
"I'm sure that is a good learning experience. Did you have a question for me?"
"Yes, Harry. Is it true that you had Mr. Malfoy released from prison for a non-personal reason? For some reason, no one believes me."
"You are correct. There are very specific reasons as to why Mr. Malfoy was released from Azkaban into my custody. I will gladly sit down with you, Luna, in a more personal setting. I will give you the exclusive story, especially if I do not start seeing the changes that I demanded the other day from the Ministry."
"Mr. Potter, could you tell us as well?" Another reporter pushed Luna out of the way and held up a recording device.
"I'm sorry, but I trust the integrity of Luna Lovegood and I know that she will print the truth. Her father's paper has always printed the truth with regards to me. They will always be granted exclusives, unlike the Daily Prophet, which is under the thumb of the Ministry of Magic. When they begin to print every story that needs to be printed and not just speculation on the non-important things, then I might cooperate with them. That goes for all newspapers and magazines," Harry stated to the rude reporter.
"I will also give everyone a statement right now because I do not have time to be harassed while I take care of business in Diagon Alley today. I have married Draco Malfoy. My marriage is not up for discussion. Lucius Malfoy has been released into my care for reasons that are also not going to be discussed on a street corner. Thank you for your time, and have a good day."
Harry walked down the rest of the steps and took Luna's hand. He pulled her through the crowd as the others continued to yell questions at him. Lucius followed behind them just as regally as he had stood beside Harry. Harry leaned over and whispered his address into Luna's ear and told her that she could use it in emergencies. He also told her that he would send her a letter when they could get together for the interview.
Luna smiled at him and wandered off into the crowd. Harry chuckled as the reporters tried to find out where she was going to meet him. Harry looked up at Lucius. "Well, how did I do for being attacked immediately?"
"I am proud of you. I thought for sure that you were going to either blurt something out or run through the crowd."
"I decided to play nicely. It is also known that you cannot trust the word of anyone except the Quibbler for stories about me. Come on, we need to take you to Madam Malkin’s and get you some new robes, especially if we are going to keep running into reporters." Harry smiled at his father-in-law.
Lucius was stunned by the smile. The boy's face was totally transformed. "Yes, I do need some new clothes. Although, Dobby did go to the Manor and get some of my belongings, which will suffice until we make our trip there."
"That is good. I'm glad that you are cooperating with Dobby. He has been my saving grace, in a strange way, ever since he has been freed."
"Please do not remind me of how I lost my house-elf, Mr. Potter," Lucius said with a gleam in his eye.
Harry just laughed as he walked into the clothing store. He looked around at the robes for a few minutes and then excused himself mentioning an errand he needed to do. Harry glanced at Lucius and patted his pocket where the ring was resting. Lucius looked at him and nodded without saying a word. He understood that Harry was about to meet Draco. He looked down at his watch and noticed the time. He would give the boys thirty minutes and then he would search for Harry to make sure he was still safe.
Harry slipped out the front door and down the alley. He disappeared into the shadows to wait for Draco to show up.
He didn’t have to wait long. He felt a presence behind him in the shadows. “Harry, you came.” He heard a breathless voice behind him.
He turned around slowly and looked into the grey eyes that had always looked at him in hate. Now there was something else in them; he couldn’t quite tell what. “Of course I came. You said he was going to kill you. I assume you mean Voldemort.”
“Shhh! Don’t say his name. You might not be afraid of it, but I have seen what he can do,” Draco said in a panic.
“Trust me, I have seen what he can do. He has affected me my entire life. He killed my parents, remember?” Harry asked feeling his temper rising. “Of course, why stop there. He has tried to murder me just about every year since I found out I was a wizard. Crucio isn’t very much fun, you know that?”
“I’m sorry, Harry. I know you have seen it all, but we aren’t all like you. I am not strong like you. I was raised to bow down to him. That makes it harder for a person to leave,” Draco replied, knowing he had to keep his temper in control. “I can’t be gone too long. We are watched all the time. I just mentioned needing something from Knockturn Alley. I don’t have long.”
“I don’t have long either. I just thought you might need the ring. It sounded so urgent. Your father made it seem like you would die without your own ring,” Harry said, running a hand through his hair. His new golden ring glinted in the dim lighting.
Draco saw the ring on him. He took Harry’s hand and looked down at it, softly caressing Harry’s hand. “It looks as if it was always there,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, there isn’t anything we can do about it, right?” Harry asked, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. He gazed into Draco’s eyes, “Your father is waiting for me. I left him shopping for clothes.”
“My father is here? Are you insane? It isn’t safe for him either.” Draco was about to panic.
“Trust me, Draco, he is safe. There are too many people after us today. Besides, if there was trouble inside, he would come out this door behind us, right?” Draco hadn’t noticed that they were standing directly at the backdoor to Madam Malkin’s.
Harry sighed and took Draco’s left hand. He looked down where the other ring had sat, the ring that was now on his finger. He slipped his other hand into his pocket and pulled out the ring from his father. Harry looked at it just before slipping it onto the pale hand. He murmured the magical words spoken over his ring not so very long ago. He kissed it gently, trying to evade the piercing grey eyes staring at him.
"Harry," Draco said softly.
"No, don't. I can't," he replied softly, still trying to not look the other in the face.
"For what it is worth, I'm sorry I'm not her. If I could have really been her, then you might love me for me and not a face."
Harry finally looked into the misty grey eyes, wondering how they could really be so sad. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words didn't come out.
"Besides that, other than the face, it was me." Draco looked around suddenly, quickly changing forms.
Harry was about to say something when he saw Ron and Hermione turn the corner. "Damn," he whispered.
Draco stiffened as the other two drew near to them. "Hey, Harry," Ron said. He might have understood the circumstances, but he still wasn't happy with his best friend.
"Hey, I'll be with you in a minute. I have to finish talking to my," Harry looked closely at Draco's appearance, "associate. He was with me the day I went into Azkaban."
Ron and Hermione looked at him closely. They both wondered why Harry had not mentioned taking someone to Azkaban with him. Harry continued, "I know you can keep this quiet, but he is one of the guards that was there that day." The friends nodded, understanding showing on their faces.
"Fine, Harry. We will wait for you at the end of the alley then," Hermione said, quickly pulling Ron down the street. Ron just glared at the guard as he was dragged along.
"Dammit, not a moment’s peace anywhere."
"It's fine, Harry. I have to hurry. It isn't safe to be seen with you. There are spies everywhere and they all know that you have to see me sometime soon," he said quickly, glancing both ways down the alley.
"We need to talk sometime, Draco. Really talk."
"I know that. It is hard enough trying to convey emotions into your head, let alone actually have a real conversation with you."
Harry hit the wall. "Fine, listen carefully because I am not going to say this again."
Draco stared at him and nodded his head.
"Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."
Draco began to say it, but Harry put his hand over Draco's mouth. "Don't say a word and you can't repeat it to anyone. At one in the morning, floo in. Make sure you do not tell anyone where you are going. I will make sure that the living room is totally empty of visitors. We can take it from there."
"Harry..."
"You want to talk, we can talk. It is the safest place that I know of right now, besides my aunt's house. I can't tell you how to get there, though."
"Fine, I'll be there at one. No one can see me!" Draco said quickly.
"I know that. Come in like you are now. Ron and Hermione have seen you. If they are there and awake then, I can say that we decided to finish our meeting when no one was around."
Draco nodded and then waved his hands in the direction of Ron and Hermione, muttering under his breath. It was a quick distraction spell, and he took advantage of it. He leaned forward, kissed Harry quickly before he could respond and disappeared before Harry could say anything.
"Damn him," Harry muttered. He walked back to where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him. “Did you guys decide to forgive me?” He was not going to waste his breath if they weren’t.
Ron was still mad and kicked a rock. It was Hermione who spoke up. “Yes, we might not understand it all, but we are still your best friends. We will stand beside you through thick and thin. We still expect to talk about this.”
Harry felt relief go through his body as he hugged her. He looked over at Ron. He didn’t seem as if he wanted to join in, but Hermione pulled him over. “I’m sorry, guys. Things are going crazy. We have to get back to the house before the Death Eaters show up.”
“Death Eaters?” Ron looked around, expecting them to jump from any building.
“Yeah, I just have a feeling we have about five minutes before they show up,” Harry said. If Draco had been followed, then they would know that he had met Harry. They would also know where Harry was. He walked into Madam Malkin’s shop. “Lucius, are you ready? Madam Malkin, would it be alright for you to owl us the package?”
The woman nodded at him and assured him the clothes would be delivered shortly. Harry cast a glamour spell over himself and Lucius. Hermione and Ron looked on before Hermione did the same for her and Ron. “You haven’t seen us in at least twenty minutes. You heard me tell Lucius to meet me at the bookstore, if anyone asks.”
“Go, Mr. Potter. Your secret is safe with me,” she said.
Harry thanked her and rushed out of the building. The four of them quickly skirted crowds and slipped into the Leaky Cauldron. They heard cracks of Apparition behind them as they entered. They hoped Madam Malkin had closed her shop and left the building. The four quickly moved to the floo and reemerged at Grimmauld Place.
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