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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42622 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or the world of Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling, nor do I make any money from this.

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Authors Note- Yes for the most part I havnt changed to much from the original stories, but in some cases I did have too (Sirius's eye color being one.) Maria, I sent you an email thank you for the advice. thrnbrooke as for updates, depending how hard a chapter is to write depends how many i get done. I had a lot of problems with this one and still dont like it as much. and Mizuchan thats cheating if I give any hints like that... you will just have to read and find out. thank you for the reviews, I hold all of them to my heart. Thank you for reading :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 12

Draco sat under the window till the morning light came peeking through. His life to this point had been easy, to easy maybe but he didn’t want to change anything. His father, even though everyone thought was cold, that was just his public face, there were many times the great Lucius Malfoy would spend the afternoon with him. They wouldn’t do much, just talk, or his father would watch him fly. Once there was the time his father took him to Florean Fortescue’s, when he asked for ice cream, without even telling his mother. Although those moments were rare, they helped round out of his fathers’ image in his eyes. The wizarding public, feared him, but through that fear he was respected. That was fine for Draco, that was what he wanted, even at fifteen years old, the strive for that type of respect drove him to make reckless decisions.

Even though Draco never witnessed his father apologize to anyone, it didn’t mean that it couldn’t have happened. Draco had to find out, if his father could than maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to apologize to Harry. Draco raced through his room, completing his morning ablutions quicker than ever so he could speak to his father as soon as possible.

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Lucius awoke to pounding on his chamber doors, the muffled sound of his son talking. Casting tempus only showed him it was 5:30 AM. With Lucius being up so late last night, talking with the Dark Lord, coming up with a way to tell Harry the truth behind the deception his life has been, and a training schedule. It felt like minutes that he had finally closed his eyes. Now his impatient son would not stop knocking on the bloody door.

“You may as well let Draco in Luc…You know he won’t stop till we do.” Narcissa’s voice muffled; due to her face not moving from his neck.

“Fine” Lucius whispered, not even in the mood to handle the newest crisis of his son; grumbled; “Draco this had better be good, you may enter.” Lucius saw his son in a state he hadn’t before. His shirt though clean wasn’t properly buttoned, but to greater shock, Draco didn’t do anything to his hair. As it still was drip water onto his shoulders and floor. Just maybe this was important, if his son rushed here looking less than immaculate then something had to be wrong.

“Father I need to know have you apologized to anyone before?... What I mean is…Do Malfoy’s apologize?” Draco rushed through asking. Lucius looked at his son, what could his son be thinking to wake him up at this time in the morning, for a question this stupid. Not having answered his son yet, the soft giggles of Narcissa could be heard. Ahh so this is something my mate has started, Lucius thought.

“A Malfoy will not apologize to any wizard; they are beneath them…Actually anyone who is beneath us will not receive one. But there are times; if there is an Elf that is higher…An apology can be used…Only if the Malfoy thinks they are at fault.” Lucius smirked, knowing why his son asked the question now. “I have apologized to the Dark Lord, and to your mother…But they are the only two Elves that will hear those, words pass my lips.”

Lucius watched as his son relax, smile, saying a soft thank you before leaving Lucius to his sleep again.

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Harry looked at himself in the mirror, poking at his cheeks, pulling on his ears, running his fingers over his body. There was no way that he; was an Elf, he didn’t have one ounce of the perfection he saw last night. He still looked like the half-starved raggedly Harry Potter, he has been for his whole life. A soft knock causing him to jump, blush, and turn swiftly.

“One Second….be right there…” Harry shouted at the closed door, rushing through the room, he quickly got dressed not even paying attention to what he threw on. Opening the door a crack thinking it was his Godfather, he became confused when Draco swept in, not even looking at Harry. What could the ferret want right now; it’s just like him to come into my personal space thinking he owned it.

“I wanted to come here and apologize for everything I have said and done to you for the past four years. Now this is a great honor… A Malfoy never apologizes…But for you, I will make an exception…” Harry walked over to his bed to sit, this is what Draco thought was an apology, finally Harry tuned him out not even able to listen to how much of an honor this was for Harry.

“…So sorry…” Draco turned around, finally looking at Harry, gasping like he had swallowed a fish, “What… What is that your wearing…that couldn’t even be considered in the same category as clothes…? This won’t do… Come on Po…Harry we have to fix this.” Draco grabbed Harry dragging him from the room.

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Lucius woke up for the second time that morning to the sound of his son knocking on his door. Casting tempus for the second time that morning revealed it only 7 AM, Lucius was furious. What made it even worse was seeing his son walk in without an invitation dragging a very reluctant Harry.

“Draco, don’t you think you have disturbed my sleep enough this morning?” Lucius growled to his son; who completely ignored him turning to his mother instead.

“Mother… this is unacceptable….I will not been seen with Harry when he wears clothes like this. We have to have our personal tailor come immediately.” Lucius looked towards Harry after hearing Draco. Harry was standing there, his head down, face red with embarrassment. Draco, after ordering his mother, turned around, dragging Harry with him.

With the door closing, Lucius could now hear Narcissa laughing. Looking down at his mate “I think it’s time to teach Draco tact…” Sending his mate to laugh even harder.

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Harry was furious, no wait it was worse than that. How could the ferret do this too him, embarrass him like that in front of the elder Malfoy’s, only to order his mother to provide for him. That was the worst part, Draco didn’t even ask if he wanted new clothes, Harry may have liked the clothes he wore; they were comfortable at least. Now to add insult to injury, Harry was made to stand in the middle of Draco’s chambers as the blond git slowly walked around him muttering.

“Yes I should have something that fits, probably from two or maybe three years ago…Green… yes… and maybe grey… or something black?...” still muttering Draco went into his closet in which the muttering continued. Only to reemerge minute’s later holding out clothes for Harry to change into. “Go; try these on… I want to see if they fit before I get more…”

Harry looked at the clothes in his hands, before looking up at Draco. Who stood back with his eyebrow raised, waiting for Harry to change. “Listen Malfoy I appreciate this and all… But did you have to mention it to your mother… And I really didn’t need to see your father in bed…” Harry began; trying to hand the clothes back to Draco.

Draco looked impatient, standing there, foot tapping; but what was he supposed to do. Harry wasn’t about to change in-front of him. The tapping foot stopped when Draco moved forward physically trying to take off the oversized shirt; Harry was not about to let that happen, real fear made its presence known, with a yelp; Harry pushed Draco away running to the bathroom to change.

Harry unfolded the bundle of clothes that Draco thrust into his arms; the shirt was Slytherin green, what else could be expected. The pants were a soft grey with a very small green pin stripe running down the side. They were the finest clothes he had laid his hands upon. The robe, though simple and black; the simplicity was what made it beautiful. Surprisingly they fit perfectly, helping to boost Harry’s mood just a tiniest bit, but he still refused to say one word to the git.

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Walking into breakfast, Harry was confronted with a wolf whistle from his Godfather, a nod of approval from the Malfoy’s. “See told you…you looked good.” whispered Draco as he brushed past Harry. Turning his face from a light shade of pink to vivid scarlet.

Sitting next to his Godfather the rest of the Inner Circle plus two other guests entered. Rabastion coming up too Harry, saying in a voice so soft that Harry had to lean close to hear him. “My Lord, I would like you to meet my mate, Bellatrix Lestrange.” Harry looked at the Rabastion's wife, wondering if the story’s he had heard about her torturing the Longbottom's was correct; nothing, so far had been.

The Lestrange’s took their seat, and Fenir came forward with an Elf behind him. “I would like you to meet my son.” Harry saw the Elf walk from behind Fenir. Sputtering, “Re..Remus… You’re an Elf too? Is everyone I know an Elf? Ron? Hermione?...” His whole world just seemed to be one lie after another, stacking on top of each other till he didn’t even know who he was any longer.

Remus, sat on the other side of Harry, put his arm around Harry. “Its ok cub, I know everything is confusing, but it will make more sense soon. The Dark Lord has already started the preparations.”

The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair, with everyone keeping their own thoughts. When everyone was done, Tom stood in the doorway. “I believe everything is ready Harry. I asked everyone to come here so they too could be reminded of the truth.”

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Harry sat in the same room from last night; the only difference was the pensive in the middle of the room. Tom stood, having yet to take his seat, “Harry this is something that the Inner Circle put together last night. These are my memories, with a couple from Severus, and Sirius. In the hope it can explain better, than me just telling a story…Now everyone will be able to watch, as events unfold that lead us to this point.”

Harry looked around the room at the faces, which were grim except one; Draco looked slightly more excited than Harry was comfortable with. Unlike most Pensive's where only one or two people could view the memories, this one spilled the memory out into the room, allowing many people to see it at the same time. Tom started the memory, the room itself changing, turning into a different room, with different Elves sitting around a table, one young Elf standing at the end. A booming voice filled the room, “Councilor Riddle maybe you should give your son a calming draught, to help loosen his tongue.” Harry looked at Tom; was that Tom? He wouldn’t ever have thought Voldemort could have been so timid.

Harry watched as the Elves discussed Dumbledore, followed by a very bloody battle that was making him cringe with each death he watched. Harry saw Tom, took a young Elf to live with muggles, watched as she grew up, got married, and had children. Then his eyes grew wide when he realized that he was watching the young life of his mother, snickering when Tom called his aunt “weed,” it was fitting. The memories switched and the new star was Severus. Harry looked at his potions professor, eyes watering, giving him a silent thank you. Harry was able to learn of his mother, and the life she had before coming to the Wizarding world. Then the memories switched again, back to Tom, and his decision to turn into Voldemort, the reasons behind the choice; Tom did it to protect his mother. The memories from there switched back and forth between Severus, Tom, a few from Sirius, so Harry could see his mother longer. Harry laughed at the image of his father scolding Padfoot, when he was born along with a couple images from when he was little. Anger then made its presence known when he found out Pettigrew was a spy for Dumbledore; not the other way around like he thought. Memories flashed from owner to owner; telling as much as they knew of what happened on Halloween 1981, the night that changed his life. First from Severus, learning of Dumbledore’s plans to move his parents; to Tom, rushing in to get them out first, Severus showing up after his parents where dead; devastated. Harry was confused though, Tom didn’t kill his parents, and didn’t cast the killing curse at him, so why, when Severus got there, they were dead and he was scarred? The memories switched to a completely different Elf. Lucius bent over books, and paperwork, then meetings with the disfigured Tom searching for Harry. The next memory showed Tom and Draco, where Draco was explaining why he couldn’t make friends with him in the first year. Tom ordering Draco that, if he couldn’t be friends then to be rivals. Harry Looked at Draco, even though he was ordered to become rivals, he still apologized, he had done it to protect Harry, maybe it was time for him to apologize to Draco too. The next scene was of Lucius being yelled at for giving Ginny the diary instead of him, followed closely how his Godfather was freed.

With the last of the memories fading from the room, Harry sat back in his chair to think. Tom had been protecting his family, according to the memories, had been since before he was born, first protecting a grandmother he had never met. Harry looked around the room; everyone was giving Harry the time to think through this, to reconcile to the idea that he was their Lord. Harry had only one question though, “Who was my Great Grandfather?”

Tom looked into Harry’s eyes and in a soft sibilant voice, “The Enrai, Gellert Grendelwald.” With his parentage reveled Harry’s vision went black and passing out.
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