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Angel Of Mercy	By : AttentionDeficit Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thanks to draydreamer & Lady_DarkFey for telling me nicely that I posted the wrong chapter. I can't believe you didn't swear at me. I am an idiot. Therefore this is dedicated to both of you, since you wanted to read it enough to tell me I was wrong. Thank you ever so much!
Forgotten, Lost & Left Behind

“Draco!” Granger exclaims as she opens the door after the first knock. “What a surprise, please, come in.”
I smile at the flustered sound in her voice and how utterly surprised she seems to be when she sees me. I take my usual seat as she sits behind her desk.
“How can I help you, today?” She asks with a soul searching glance, as if she can already see what is going on inside of my head, as if she has me all figured out.
“I would like to speak to my parents as soon as possible.” I state simply.
Her face shows no hint of surprise, as she nods and tells me she will floo-call them then and see when they are available.
“Hello again, Narcissa.” She speaks to my mother as if she is an old friend. And why is it ‘Hello again’? Has Granger been in contact with my parents while I have been incarcerated in this place?
“-An hour it is then. See you soon.” Granger moves back to her seat and smiles at me, a kind encouraging smile.
“They will be here in an hour. Your father had a business meeting this morning and Narcissa said he could not be pulled away from it no matter how much he wanted to. Your mother is really looking forward to seeing you.” Granger continues to smile at me in her warm way, a smile that makes me feel as if it is all going to be fine, except…
“How come you seem to be on such friendly terms with my mother?” I ask as I raise my eyebrow.
“You mother and father have been in contact with me ever since you were first sent here. I am not allowed to release any information to them about your well-being since you are an adult and it is up to you whether or not you want them to learn anything about your progress here. They have respected that rule and have flooed me once a week to make sure you were still here.”
“Why didn’t you ask me whether or not I wanted them to know about my life here?”
Granger looked me straight in the eye, as her smile diminished a little, and she said, “They did not want to bother you. They thought it would upset you to know that they would know about your stay here. Your parents believed that you would do better in your recovery if you did not have them prying into your life. They care so much for you Draco, I have never seen any person’s parents think more about their child then they do.”
Could what Granger be saying correct? Could my parents actually care enough to let me be here, even though it hurt them like Granger said?
I spent the remaining time before my parent’s arrival going over everything they have ever done for me and I came to the conclusion that I had never really seen my parents as people that want the best for me. I have always seen them as business people. But that wasn’t true. They loved each other, they loved me, and in their own way they showed that love. It just wasn’t out in the open and obvious all the time.
Eventually, the hour came to an end, and I remembered why I wanted to see my parents in the first place. Their Dark Marks. Were they still burning brightly on my mother and father’s arms, or dimming like mine or completely gone? I needed to see proof of what Harry was saying. I needed to know if I was the only former Death Eater that still had that mark marring their flesh.
The fireplace flashed a bright emerald green twice as my father and then my mother emerged from it. Granger greeted them first as I rose from my chair.
“Hello Narcissa, Lucius.” Granger smiled and then suddenly my father’s eyes were upon mine and I saw how much older he looked. His eyes were lined with wrinkles and there were a few silver hairs mixed in with the blond, though they were difficult to see. The same could be said for my mother though she had less wrinkles and silver hairs. It looked like they had aged ten years in the past six months.
I moved forward to greet my parents, and once I was a few feet away from my father I stuck out my right hand to shake his left one. He visibly winced and frowned at the indifferent way I was acting, but he recovered himself in a second to shake my hand.
Using my seeker skills, as soon as his hand was in mine, I turned his palm upwards and with my left hand pushed his sleeve upwards to relieve nothing but clear porcelain skin. He was not marked by his evil. His skin was no longer tainted by any reminder of who he had killed or what other horrors he had done.
I groaned as the tears built up behind my eyes, “Is yours the same?” I asked my mother in a harsh, torn voice.
She nodded sadly and pulled back her sleeve to show her bare left arm.
I let loose one sob and then flung my arms around my father as I started to cry. Why is it always me that has to take the long way? Why do I have to suffer this torture for so long?
“Son,” My father called to me as he stroked my hair with one hand as the other one that was wrapped around me made small soothing circles on the middle part of my back. “My Mark only faded last year, after many painstaking attempts at burning it off, I finally realized that I would have to forgive myself before it would ever leave. I traveled a lot seven years ago, do you remember?” He asked as I removed my face from his shoulder and looked up at him. I nodded my head slowly and glanced over at my mother to notice that she too had tears falling from her eyes
“I spent that time searching for any remaining family of the few people I knew by name. I begged them to forgive me and some of them did. Others did not, but what one man said will always be engrained in my head. He told me that it was of no consequence to me if he could forgive me but whether or not I could forgive myself. For in the end that is what will really matter. So Draco, you must understand that is not by any means that the Fact that the Dark Mark is still on your arm is a result of your incompetence but rather it is a result of your good heart, your ability to love and care for people even if you do not know them or do not like them. That the Dark Mark is still on your arm, Draco is not something to be ashamed off but something to remind you that you are a good person who has a good heart.” My father smiled at me, and then let go off me.
“Shall we move to the couches?” Granger asked in a quiet voice, the emotions in her voice gave away her professional look.
My father moved to sit down and I waited for my mother to move, but instead of walking towards the couch she moved towards me and wrapped her arms around me tightly and I hugged her back just as tightly.
“I love you son, never doubt that.” She whispered in my ear, before letting go and moving to sit next to my father in a love-seat couch that was never there before, while I moved to sit in a single, comfortable looking chair and Granger took her usual chair but moved in closer to the couch that never was there before.
“Your father went searching for forgiveness for his past deeds and I visited the graves of the people that I have watched die.” My mother said in a soft, gentle voice. “Since I was a female, Voldemort did not believe that I could do any kind of actual work, besides caring for the prisoners or making meals. I never had to kill anyone, but there were many people I watched die in the cellars, many people that I wanted to help but was too afraid to. You did though Draco! I knew you were helping Moritz and Luna, I watched as they grew stronger and become aware that people were in the room. I watched their eyes fill with disappointment when it was me in the cellar and not you. You are a good person, Draco. Never be ashamed of yourself.”
My father wiped the tears off of her face and they grasp each other’s hands. I take a deep breath, knowing that since we are spilling truths, it is time I told them about my life. The parts of it they were not aware off.
“I have something to tell you two that is hard for me to say and it will be hard for you to hear.” I fix my vision on my parent’s grasped hands, just like I stared at Granger’s clock when I told her my story. I take another deep breath and begin.
“When Pansy revealed my sexuality in front of Voldemort, I was ashamed and afraid of what you would say. I hid in my room. It was because of this, that certain events happened. You didn’t talk to me for four days and you only did on the fifth because the house elves found me look in the closet and bleeding. I guess you are at fault too, for if you had enough courage to talk to me none of this would have happened the way it did. Though Granger has made me realize it is not my fault, I still can help but blame myself for what happened.”
I pause for another minute before looking at Granger who nods encouraging at me. “Bellatrix raped me five days after the meeting with the Dark Lord.”
My parents tighten their grips on each other’s hands as I continue on, knowing that it’s all about to come pouring out again and that these people will be the most difficult people to tell.
“I won’t go in to detail, I will just say she cast a few spells and had her way with me. After she left, after taunting me about how you both knew what she was doing and agreed to it, I locked myself in the closet and attacked myself with my wand. I felt disgusting, pathetic, alone, and above all I just wanted to die. I was sick of the torture I had been subjected to all of my life and I was ready to end it. The house elves didn’t let me though. They called your attention to me for the first time in days and I remember going to St. Mungo’s and them telling you it looked like someone had attacked me, no one asked me what happened. No one seemed to care enough. So I buried every feeling with meaningless sex and self-mutilation.”
I remove my gaze from my parent’s firmly grasped hands and focus my eyes at Granger who is smiling a small, sad, encouraging smile. She nods to me as if to say that she is proud.
“I… I don’t know what to say, son.” My father stutters.
Granger nods again at me as if she can read my mind, or maybe she can see the question written on my face. With her encouragement I find the courage to speak, “Tell me why then, did you scream at me when you found me with that muggle. Are you ashamed to have a gay son?”
My father flinches at the cold tone I use, the harshness of my voice makes me think of Harry and all the time we used to fight in school, and how much we have both changed since then.
“I was never ashamed of you. I do not care about your sexuality. I was brought up to believe that muggles are scum and to see my own son groping what I then believed to be a waste of flesh, filled me with rage. I never meant what I said to you. I am not ashamed that you are gay, I am proud that you have the courage to be something you know not everyone will except. I never would have been able to.” My father said in a quiet voice. He stared at his hands before finally he looked up and met my eyes dead on, and I was shocked to see tears in his eyes. I have never seen my father cry.
“I wanted to talk to you about that night ever since it happened but I was too ashamed of myself to bring it up. I am so sorry for all the pain I have caused you. All the times I have failed you as a father. I spent months searching for forgiveness but what I really need is to be forgiven by those around me. I would like to be forgiven by you, son. I understand if you can’t even consider it but I hope one day you can, even if it just a small bit.” He cried. A tear rolled down my cheek as I sat and watched the strongest man I had ever known cry.
“You must believe us, Draco,” My mother spoke now, softly but in a voice that had a desperate plea sound to it. “We were not aware that Bellatrix was doing anything to you, and we most certainly did not want her to! We love you. I love you. You are my son, my child. My pride and joy. The reason to wake up in the morning and to go to bed at night. You hung the stars in my night, Draco. You have and always will be the most important thing to me. And nothing you do, nothing will change that.” My mother sobbed unashamedly.
“If that mother fucking cunt wasn’t already dead, I would fly to wherever she was and torture her to till she begged for death, and then heal her and start all over again.” My father snarled through gritted teeth.
“Alas though, she is dead. And I do believe that focusing your energy on being angry at her will not help anyone, no matter how tempting that thought is. And no matter how much we both wish she was still alive, Lucius, just so we can torture her, it will not help Draco any to recover. What he needs now are openly supportive and loving parents.” Granger said with an air of confidence that wiped my father’s anger completely away. “I know that you both, Lucius and Narcissa, are not people to show affection but I believe for the sake of your son’s future and his happiness you might consider changing that, at least around him and each other so that you may all return to the happy family you once were.”
“Of course we will, Hermione. I am willing to do anything to help you, Draco. You just have to let me in.” My mother says and my father nods his head in agreement.
“I will.” I whisper, relieved to hear they love me but terrified to have to rely on them again.
“I am sorry, but Ron will be home soon and I have to go take care of Riley and Elloise. If you wanted to, you two could stay and I could find a nurse to watch over you. I would let you stay here by yourselves but is against the policy.” Granger says with a light blush on her cheeks.
“No, it is alright.” My father speaks as both he and my mother stand. “We will make our way home.”
My father walks over to me as I stand and takes me into a firm hug and whispers in my ear, “I love you, and I will always want you around. Please don’t ever try to leave me again.” He pulls back and again tears are in his eyes. He kisses my forehead softly, like he used to do when I was a child and when I look back into his eyes his tears are gone but a smile is tugging at his mouth, making his wrinkles show even more.
My mother moves to hug me next and she trembles a bit while she squeezes me tightly. “I love you son.”
“I love you too, mum.” I whisper in her ear as she lets go and I wipe the tears off of her face. “And I do love you too, dad.”
My father smiles at me again, “Well, Narcissa let us make our leave.” And together they make their way to the fireplace waving right before grab Floo powder and make their exits. But before my father leaves I hear him whisper. “We have our son back, my love.” And in a flash of light he disappears and my mum follows after a bright, watery smile at me.
“Draco, I am so proud of you!” Granger exclaims once she has shut off her Floo connection for the night. “You have made huge progress here tonight. You are coming ever close to getting back in to a regular life. Congratulations!”
I surprise both of us by hugging her and saying, “I would never have been able to do any of that without you. Thank you, Hermione. Thank you!”
I let go of her and wish her goodnight before returning to my room to ponder all I have learned tonight. And all I have to look forward to.
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