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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~ A continuation of the same day well it builds on the previous day where the last chapter lets off.. and there is one more chapter to this same day as well... Sometimes there is just a lot going on in Harry's world. :D I thought I would share some things... When I write Harry and a little bit for Dumbledore, I listen a lot to Christina Perri's song Human...take a listen, it truely is my idea of Harry. For the Magical scenes such as Umbridge or Dung... 'My songs know what you did in the dark' by Fall Out Boys. Augur book, and upcoming Merlin talks Lily's Theme from the soundtracks... Listening to these might give you a 'feel' for how I feel my perception of these characters.
ChaosLady - Thank you for reading and for reviewing... Hope you continue to enjoy it.
Meechypoo - I love reading your reviews. You are right about the target Draco 'could' become... very dangerous situation there.
Djaddict - I fixed the 'simmering' to really say what I wanted it to say....(From your earlier review). I am so happy you like the smex...I did not mean to imply that you implied...lol, I was agreeing with you. Hope you like the next Sev/Siri scene...and I love your nitpicks...I fixed that too... and some wonky spacing issue that copy/paste into this thing creates....Keep up the reading, enjoy this chapter, and nitpick away. :D
delia cerrano - Thank you so much for your review... I hope you keep reading to see where this goes.
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Chapter 13 - Honors from the House of Black

Harry had hidden himself away for the remainder of the day. He wanted to ensure that Hedwig had arrived with his packages, and wanted to hide them. He was also working on Kreacher’s gift for tomorrow afternoon. Sirius had agreed, knowing that he had no plans for that particular room. They would have time out of the house tomorrow, and Sirius told him that Mundungus had been well aware. He would ward his treasures and many others around the house that evening. This left certain areas open for Mundungus’ pilfering to only what could be spared.
His packages had arrived, and he went about wrapping them himself, a touch of muggle that marked it as from Harry. One for each Severus, Sirius, Lucius, Narcissa, Molly and Arthur, and two for Draco. He had already sent off the others.
Remus and Tonks got tickets to spend the Holiday in Spain… it was a hint from Harry. Andromeda and Ted received a beautiful carpet for their dining room from one of her favorite places, Saudi Arabia, it looked just like the one she had shown him when he visited Teddy for his 8th birthday. Hermione, who always loved her books, he had decided not to give her a book this year, but instead, sponsored a library in her name close to the town she and her parents lived in. The letter from the mayor should arrive on Christmas day. For Ron, he commissioned Ollivander to make a new wand for him. He had worked so much better with his hazel wand with unicorn hair core. The wand was described by Mr. Ollivander as being harshly loyal, and would die if Ron ever died, and would never work for any other. Harry sent the dimensions to Ollivander in November, and was assured its Christmas arrival, though was cautioned that the choice was the wand’s in the end, and to return it if it did not work. Harry knew it would, he was descriptive, he knew the tree, and the unicorn that were the perfect match for Ron.
The Twins should receive a second installment on his investment, and a list of ideas.
Bill and Fleur, who had recently started dating, received a holiday to France to visit the Delacour family for Christmas. Charlie should have received his letter on the dragon in Gringotts, and his present of Troll made coveralls that can withstand the hottest Dragon fire. Harry only hoped that Charlie of all people could rescue the poor creature. Percy got a stationary set and his own owl… Harry was a bit off on what that boy liked. For Ginny, he had sent her the entire Quidditch ensemble that every chaser would dream of… He smiled when he remembered her face when she was hired for the Holyhead Harpies.
He had sent a few baubles and knickknacks off to the teachers at Hogwarts, Albus might not like his gift, but he had charmed it so the headmaster could not refuse and well he also did the same for Aberforth. The men will be portkeyed by a book with an undetectable on it, to Bermuda… With their magical signatures tuned to the book, they would not be able to be more than 100 feet away from each other… The resort was well aware they were to share a room with two beds as well. They could not leave each other alone until two days after Christmas when the binding charm will wear off. He did make sure his signature was prominent on both cards. His real gift to Albus would wait though, until after he succeeded. Then and only then, will he impart what he knows Albus needs more than anything else.
Harry finished his wrapping and placed each item appropriately inside the trunk in the old master bedroom, and cast a vanishing charm to hide them from prying eyes.
Harry left the room and warded the room so that Mundungus would not look here. He went down the hall warding various rooms, and leaving others open. When he went down the stairs he did the same for the library, but left the kitchen open so Kreacher’s cupboard would be available.
He joined the rest of his party in the sitting room, they would retire to bed in a little while. Harry sat down next to Draco, who was reading some book on the history of potions. Harry laid his head in Draco’s lap and closed his eyes, not opening them when Draco’s free hand started carding fingers through his hair. For Harry, just simply being close was everything. It was like letting go of himself to the care of someone else and not having any worries.
Sirius was the first to mention retiring for the evening and left to claim his bed. Severus followed silently behind the man. Draco only grinned as he nudged Harry. “They are leaving very close together, care to spy?”
“No...It’s one thing to want their happiness, but it’s another to have my stomach spoiled by the sight of two men, that I consider father figures, doing something that I only want to see with you.” Harry said.
“You're right, it would be rather awkward. Let’s give them a few minutes to clear the hallway and make our way loudly to our room.” Draco conceded he had not considered the effects of seeing his teacher and Harry’s godfather otherwise engaged… he grimaced.
“See… not a pretty idea is it.” Harry said closing his eyes again, “Now, you, are a much better picture…” Draco smiled and went back to reading and stroking Harry’s unruly locks.
Severus watched as the man reached for the knob of his door, and he pressed up against the man’s back pinning him to the door. One thin hand reached and pulled back Sirius’ hair uncovering that flesh that had taunted him since lunch. “Do you enjoy teasing me?” Severus whispered into the curve of Sirius’ ear.
“I had no idea of such a thing…” Sirius replied breathlessly.
“You wanted my eyes on you, mutt… you have them. My heart will be harder to win.” Severus cooed into that neck. He bent to take a long breath, dragging the scent into his lungs, letting it fill him up, seep into his senses. The temptation of the flesh was too much, and he bit down gently, licking at the skin which puckered into his waiting mouth. Sirius’ gasp delighted him, urged him further, pressing his hardened length into the curve of that beautifully defined arse in front of him… “Do you want more, pet.” Severus asked rubbing his painfully hard prick into Sirius’ heated softness…
“Yes!” Sirius cried out.
“Shhh…Lets not wake the whole house.” Severus said bringing his free hand up to touch those sinful lips. Sirius parted them and started sucking on first one finger than two. Severus was trying to check himself, he would not lose control here and now, but the mutt was threatening his great control, pushing back against him. His whole body was tightening. Severus stepped back, taking his hand and hardness with him. Sirius turned round, his eyes filled with lust.
“Good night pet.” Severus spoke softly, entered his room, and shut the door.
Sirius was desperately trying to get to his room, all day in the presence of Severus was making it harder to hide his near constant erection. He felt like he was 17 all over again… those black eyes on him did what they always had done. He had not heard the footsteps, but when his body was blanketed from behind, he could barely breathe. That voice was sex for his ears, and they would orgasm from that voice if they could. Sirius was nearly there, painfully hard up against the door, and when Severus bit down, he had nearly exploded like a randy teenager. The evidence of Severus’ returned need made him ache, his arse ached, his prick wept at the contact. His mouth was then filled with delicious fingers, he wanted to taste all of Severus, but would settle for fingers. He felt bereft when Severus left him there wanting, needing. He had turned around to see fire blazing in those obsidian eyes that matched his own. He could not even reply to Severus’ ‘Good night pet’.
Sirius entered his room quickly and locked the door and silenced it, he laid on the bed...fully intending to wank himself to completion, but something stopped him... Merlin it hurt, but he would wait. Sirius undid his spells and walked to his bathroom to take a very cold shower.
Harry had fallen asleep in Draco’s lap, and the blond just kept on reading until he too fell asleep, comfortable and happy a smile on his face. Neither witnessed the turning of the elf.
Kreacher entered, and cleared away the remains of the last tea and crumbs. He eyed the boys on the couch. He knew what the half-blood was. Augur’s bleed power that no magical creature could deny. The kindness he was shown today, reminded him of his poor Master Regulus. The boy could not be that bad, choosing a Malfoy as his mate. Kreacher would ponder the matter more. He snapped his fingers, pulled the conjured blanket over the half blood, and then snapped his fingers so that the Malfoy would have cushioning charms so his neck would not be so bad when he woke. Kreacher left the room with dishes in tow, a frown still imprinted on his face, but a small warmth growing in his withered heart.
Narcissa was the first to enter through the floo, and her smile reached her eyes as she glowed with joy. She had hoped to surprise Draco by arriving early and having his favorite breakfast waiting. Instead she just looked at the two cuddled on the couch and it touched her heart. Draco was leaning back on the couch his head pillowed against the corner of the arm and back, one hand laid over the heart of the dark haired boy whose head was in Draco’s lap. She was startled out of her musings when her husband arrived behind her, quiet as ever even as he moved up behind her and captured her waist.
“They look comfortable. Why were they not in their own rooms?” He asked, after kissing her cheek in greeting. Narcissa just shrugged, “I just got here myself.”
Evidently the commotion, made one silver eye open, looking around to see who had disturbed him. Both eyes widened into a smile when he saw his parents there. He gazed down at Harry who looked so peaceful.
“We have news, let me wake sleeping beauty so we can both share it.” Draco spoke quietly to his parents, a grin threatening his lips.
Draco shook Harry gently, “Harry wake up, my parents are here.”
Harry grunted, rolled over and promptly fell onto the carpet. This of course woke him up brilliantly, and embarrassingly. He grumbled at the sound of Draco’s soft laughter.
“Glad to be amusing…” Harry mumbled, trying to straighten himself to greet Draco’s parent’s properly. He looked around for his wand and picked it up. He cast a few freshening charms for body, breath and clothing before bowing to the couple in front of him.
“I beg your pardon, thank you for coming, welcome to Grimmauld Place.” Harry said rather formally.
“Your manners continually amaze me, Mr. Potter.” Narcissa exclaimed delightedly.
“Mr. Potter.” Lucius inclined his head.
Harry looked the man over, he did not see any injuries. “You are well? Do you have any injuries that need attending? I can help if you have need.”
Narcissa was the only one with questioning eyes, concern etched there.
“I am quite well, Mr. Potter. Thank you for your concern.” Lucius offered.
“Please take a seat.” Harry gestured to the various seating arrangements in the room.
Narcissa descended gracefully into an armchair to be flanked by her standing husband.
“Draco dear, what news did you have to impart.” she asked.
Draco stood and moved next to Harry, a smile on his face. It was so beautiful that Harry stared for just a moment longer than necessary basking in the sunshine of Draco’s smile. Draco nodded to Harry, and they both turned to his parents, Draco placing his hand in Harry’s. It seemed the Malfoy’s understood that significance since both their eyes widened a bit.
“We were magically bonded during the Augur ceremony. It was consensual.” Harry said, adding the last bit just in case they questioned anything.
Both parents smiled, genuine, unmasked smiles of joy at both boys. Harry was blown away to see each without a mask for the first time. He saw where his own personal savior got all his beauty.
“Congratulations.” They said in unison.
“We planned to have a small celebration later this evening, cousin.” Sirius said from the doorway.
Both the Elder Malfoy’s rose and greeted Sirius with respect, their Malfoy mask back in place.
“We have a short excursion planned for later today, nothing fancy or anything, but Harry said we need to leave the house for a few hours… Augur tasks in play and all.” Sirius said, giving his godson a wink.
“I have a place in mind, somewhere we won’t be recognized, and somewhere where we can all relax for just a bit, as soon as we all have breakfast and Professor Snape is ready, we will go, I will have to apparate all of you though, since no one knows where were are going.” Harry stated.
“Harry, all of us? that will take some time.” Draco asked.
“Not really, we will go all at once.” Harry stated
“All of us at once?” Draco asked again, surprise in his tone.
“Yeah…” Harry looked around to all the eyes on him, “What?”
“A wizard can only apparate two others beside himself.” Sirius inserted.
“I guess that other wizards have not tried then,” Harry smirked, “Watch..” Harry stood in the middle, with the four others around him. He raised his wand and strings flew out and wrapped around each wrist, and then he turned before anyone had a chance to protest….
Harry concentrated hard, his mind focused on the kitchen, but also the table, and he envisioned which person would be in what chair…
They all landed perfectly in their respective chairs, the only miscalculation was the placement of Sirius, his chair was already occupied by Severus Snape. This prompted the professor to dump his entire cup of tea all over the floor when his host landed on his lap.
Harry bellowed out a laugh, "Sorry sir, just demonstrating that apparition can be accomplished with more than two wizards in tow."
Sirius was scrambling to remove himself from the embarrassing situation, when two strong arms circled his waist. He went still. Severus maneuvered the mutt to a more comfortable position. He then called the tea and biscuits back over and started to partake as if nothing had happened.
Harry was grinning widely, Draco groaning, trying to avert his eyes. Lucius only raised an eyebrow, and Narcissa with all her grace and elegance, began pouring tea for everyone. Severus was happy with the reception. He had made his claim publicly, and Sirius seemed receptive to his court. This could go very well indeed. He was always in control, and Sirius did not seem to mind letting him control the situation. That boded well for them.
"So, how many can you apparate, Mr. Potter. Though I admit, I was a bit frightened." Narcissa spoke softly, with an admonishment inflected in her tone.
"Last time I counted, well at least in my vision, and I have retained all of my abilities” Harry pointed out before continuing “ was 37. I had to apparate more than half the Wizengamot when there a was a raid against the ministry during one of the most high profile trials since the end of the second great war." Harry said. He stopped there, not wanting to say too much. His team had eventually captured the Elder. The trial was a public relations nightmare, the Elder had worked alone, but had support from the darker elements of society. He was kissed shortly after his sentencing, Harry never got to find out why he had done what he did, Harry never got closure. He hoped his efforts to date will mitigate what he presumed the cause for the destruction the Elder had wrought.
Harry was drawn out of his musings by the continued gape of Severus, the shocked Sirius, and the stunned Malfoy's, all of them.
"What?" Harry asked, as if the act and task were normal. "I didn't do it often...I hate apparating, it makes me feel unwell. Flying is more my style.., I can only carry three that way if it makes you all feel better."
They all still looked at him dumbstruck.
Harry got up and stormed out... If anything people acting like it was some big thing made Harry more nervous and disgruntled. He walked all the way up to his room and shut the door and threw himself on the bed. He could fume if he liked. Who cares how many people he can apparate or fly? What does it matter? Nothing to gape at, as if he were some sort of alien. The door opened softly. Harry didn't look. He already knew who it was.
Draco sat on the bed next to his prone figure, rested a hand on his shoulder, lightly. Harry flinched, then settled, everything settled. "You alright?" Draco asked, his voice full of concern.
"I over-reacted. In front of your parents. I feel so juvenile. I really hate being something other than ordinary. You would think I would get over that by now." Harry said with a deep sigh, his soul was weary.
"Come, let’s go back, it will be ok you will see." Draco said standing, taking his hand.
Harry let Draco lead him back down the stairs. Sirius had found his own chair by the time they walked into the kitchen once more.
Harry turned to the table, "I apologize, sometimes my emotions get the better of me with the newness of this bond. I am not as composed as Professor Snape or yourselves." He said nodding to the Malfoys, "I will try to do better."
"Harry, dear, what did we do that upset you so?" Mrs. Malfoy inquired softly.
It was Draco that spoke for him this time, Harry allowed it. "Harry is just Harry, and when it's pointed out that he is different or there is a reaction to his powers or abilities, he becomes a bit irrational." Draco's arm poked into Harry's side, as he shot a grin towards his dark haired angel.
“Though I promise nothing, I will try to be more graceful in withholding any inclination to be shocked. Harry, it is alright to be something extraordinary, the world is filled with extraordinary talent. Without them we would be blind to so much beauty in the world.” Narcissa spoke softly and Harry let her words filter into his soul.
Harry smiled at her. They all ate breakfast in silence. Once everyone had finished eating, Draco looked at Harry, excitement in his eyes.
“So where are you taking us?” Draco was so full of excitement, that Harry wanted to laugh. He loved the playful side of Draco.
“To see the Faroe Islands, or at least one of them. It has a spectacular ocean view and the cliff side is amazing, perfect for an outing and to relax and breath in nature.” Harry said. His face glowing, it had been a spot he found during an investigation. He had only ever visited alone. But he would like to share it.
They all stood and Harry stepped into the middle, “Ready?”
They all nodded and waited, Harry raised his one and once again their wrists were caught and Harry apparated them away. Harry pictured the sea, and the beautiful beach, and how each person would be seated gently on the various rock outcroppings. They all landed beautifully just how he envisioned it.
They spent hours exploring, relaxing and enjoying the ocean atmosphere. Harry felt rejuvenated as he always had. He just wasn’t sure if they had been away long enough and if Mundungus had taken the bait. Harry moved to one of the further outcroppings. He would see if it was time to return, the other part of the projection power would help him now if he could focus enough of his energy to separate from his body. Harry turned inward, meditating on his goal. His body was holding him captive, he had to convince it to let him go. He forced his will to cover his body, letting his spirit detach. He was out of his body for only a second before he was sucked back in.
Harry started to breath slower, focusing on where he wanted to be, then reached for his spirit and pushed with his will. He saw the walls of Grimmauld, and floated through to the sitting room, ransacked, and then the kitchen, where he saw Kreacher crying and banging his head against a cupboard. They could come home now, it was done.
Harry realized he did not how to go back, he started to panic… Why did he not read how to get back to his body. Heat started to fill him, reach for him, it was warmth, and comfort, Home. Draco was guiding him back. Harry thought only of Draco, and then he was opening his eyes, looking into tear streaked silver. Harry then felt a punch to his gut, enough to knock the wind out of him.
“What were you doing, trying to kill yourself?” Draco raged at him all the while cradling his body.
“Draco…” Harry did not get a chance to explain, his lips were covered by quivering pink ones, salty sadness flowed over his tongue.
Harry let Draco have his kiss, his hands reached to caress those soft cheeks. When they parted they were breathless and heated.
“It is safe to return now, I was just checking… I did not know how to return, but you guided me back.” Harry explained.
Draco pouted, “I should not have had to. You should have waited, told me what you were doing, you scared me.”
“I love you, I was wrong not to tell you. I will next time… I promise.” Harry conceded.
“You are so stupid sometimes, but I love you too...git!” Draco said before another quick kiss. They both stood up to go down to the rest of the party. Harry wiped Draco’s tears away and then pulled the blond into another heated kiss. Then they joined the rest of their family.
Draco was looking for Harry, he had found an interesting rock, not sure if it would be a stone he could use for a potion. Harry would probably know. He spotted the black hair atop one of the rock outcroppings and climbed up. Harry did not look well, his face was pale, his eyes open and… Vacant?
“Harry?” Draco called as he reached the top.
Dread slowly flowed through Draco’s veins. He touched Harry’s face, it was cold. Fear crashed over him in waves of misery. Harry was everything to him. He laid a hand on Harry’s chest, Harry was still breathing, but his face, left Draco feeling hollow. He shook Harry with no response. What was wrong, where did he go? Draco gathered Harry into his arms as fear started suffocating him… Tears were burning his eyes, his throat was closing, panic was starting to set in, and he kissed Harry’s face over and over. “Harry” Draco whispered, calling desperately to his angel… Harry couldn’t leave him. Draco was floating in a sea of shadow when relief flooded him as Harry moved, then rage… What had Harry done, what had he been thinking, stupid man…
“It is done, there will be a bit of ransacking, but that is to be expected,” Harry looked to Sirius, “You will let me take the lead with Kreacher, and just continue with the appropriate respect.” Sirius nodded.
Harry looked at Lucius, and Narcissa, unsure how to broach the subject. He opted for truth.
“I have asked that all guests in our house treat Kreacher with kindness and respect. Even if he does not say thing that are nice or cordial. He should be better with you since you are pure-bloods, as he takes the Black Family stance on blood relations. He is important, and has accomplished a great service not only in my vision, but in the past. When all is done, I will let you all know of another hero who lost his life to the Dark Lord’s plans.”
Lucius and Narcissa both nodded, “We will respect your request, though odd, Mr. Potter.” it was Lucius who replied for the both of them.
Harry raised his wand, looking around once more to make sure everyone was ready, and he apparated them back to Grimmauld Place.
Shock at the destruction was quickly replaced by Kreacher’s wails… “That filth… thief!”
Harry walked over to the distraught elf. “Kreacher, fetch Mundungus… and what he took and bring it all back here. Sirius and I will take care of it.” Kreacher looked to Sirius, “I give you an order to obey all of Master Harry’s commands.” Kreacher left with a crack.
“How long do you think he will be gone?” Draco asked.
“I give him an hour tops.” Harry said with a grin. He was already walking through the areas, putting things back into place. He took a look into Kreacher’s cupboard, and banished all the items there, and sent them to the new place he had set up earlier that day.
“I take it he does not keep the place clean.” Mrs. Malfoy inquired.
“He has been with the family for a long time, Narcissa, as you well know. He grudgingly takes orders from me, but dotes on the whims of my mother’s portrait in the hallway… which if anyone wants to give me and Harry a present, would be nice to have it removed.” Sirius said with a grin.
Harry laughed, “Good luck, even Molly could not get that wretched thing down.”
Harry walked through the house with Sirius, taking stock of what had been moved, taken or broken. Harry was getting a little anxious, he was not sure if he was the best one to handle Mundungus.
“Where’s Dung?” Someone had asked. Harry was still staring off into the field waiting for others to arrive.
“He fled after he gave Moody away.” Remus had said.
Another hole in his heart, Hedwig and Moody… Gone.
Mundungus was not a follower of Voldemort, but in Harry’s mind he might as well have been. Two lives were lost because Mundungus could not play his role, and the disrespect for the dead he had shown when Sirius had died stung even more. He had to control his anger at a man who as of yet had done nothing except steal. He had to know though, and he would find out...Just how far does Mundungus’ mind go.
Harry ran to the kitchen when he heard a loud crack and the grumbling of Mundungus.
Kreacher was seething, not letting go of the disgusting man or the well-worn woolen bag in his other hand.
“Let me go you stupid elf… How dare… Harry!” Dung said when he noticed Harry arrive to the kitchen, and then cowered a little when Sirius entered followed by Severus, then all three Malfoy’s.
Harry raised his hands and bound Dung. He would deal with him in a moment. Harry bent down to Kreacher’s level. “I will deal with Dung, Kreacher. All the heirlooms that he stole are to be put back except one.”
Kreacher’s screwed up face stared back at him, waiting.
“The locket, Kreacher. Your master asked you to destroy it. I can help you.” Harry said softly.
“Kreacher has tried. Cursed, it is cursed, very dark…” Kreacher said, his face depicting his frustration.
Harry sighed, and reached deep inside. “Look in my eyes at the destruction.”
His eyes opened wide, black endless pools of nothing. No one else looked, even Draco turned away.
Kreacher was caught in the thrall of the Augur’s eyes. He could see the locket, he saw himself replacing it. He saw himself try to destroy it. He saw Harry Potter take it from an ugly witch. He watched as Harry Potter wore it, bore it, and give it up for destruction to the red haired boy. He saw it empty and broken.
Harry blinked again, and the elf found itself looking back into green eyes.
“I will destroy it, and you are the reason I can. Regulus would be so proud of how long you have tried and watched over the necklace. In fact, the House of Black is going to honor you.” Harry said. He looked up at Sirius, who nodded for him to go ahead with their plan.
Harry pulled a small brass key from his robes. “You are to be the keeper of Master Regulus’ room, I have moved all your things in. He would have wanted you to watch over his most treasured possessions.”
Kreacher was beyond overjoyed. He took the key, bowed low to Harry and then Sirius. “Kreacher will leave the locket in the library Master Harry.” the elf stated and then disappeared with a pop, bag of items and all.
Harry stood, face to face with Mundungus. His heart clenched, he wanted to be angry, to bring on revenge, yet he held his emotions back… At his own consternation, he felt mercy flow over him and his duty to balance screamed inside his head.
Harry did not fight, he did not resist, he choose mercy.
Extending mercy from within the recesses of righteous anger is a sign of enduring strength.
Harry exhaled the breath he was holding, his eyes turned black once more and Dung flinched from within his bonds. Calm peace and strength flooded through him. Harry raised his hands and the blue flames started to lick over his palms, dancing to an unseen beat. Harry slowly rolled his hands together, compressing the flames into a small ball of blue light. He shifted the ball of blue flames to be held in one palm, floating just an inch above the surface. The other hand he moved towards the man’s frightened face. One finger traced a glowing blue rune on the man’s forehead. The rune for mercy. The ball of blue flames started to pulse within Harry’s hand. Harry reached down and pulled, allowing the ball to flatten and then unwind like a ball of yarn. One hand held the flaming ball, and the other directed the string of blue fire to the mark.
Mundungus Fletcher stood still, this boy Harry was more than just a boy. When those eyes had gone black with the elf, he was scared for his very life. The green eyes that held him in contempt returned as the boy stood, struggling with something unseen. And the black returned once more to his trepidation. There was no condemnation, no anger, but there was something so pure that Dung had to look away as he felt unworthy to look. Once the flames started, his fear returned. Then one touch from that cool hand, and everything inside of him seemed to melt, his will, his intentions, his previous life, the only thing that remained was his flimsy loyalty. That was what the light caught, it latched on to it, bathed it with great power, building it, spreading it and allowing it to consume him. The loyalty birthed hope, determination and courage. His hands started to slowly burn, he wanted to scream with the pain of it, but even that was gone within seconds, and his hands felt...clean.
“Go...Return the treasures you have taken, repay what you can. Be honest in your trade, unsavory in your acquaintances for our purpose alone, and loyal without fault.” Harry’s voice was but a whisper. His hands rose again and Dung was free… and Harry sank to the floor, exhausted and drained.
Draco reached Harry before he could do anything more than sink to his knees. He sat on the floor cradling Harry, knowing he needed rest. He looked to the potions master, who was more composed than the rest. “A restorative?” Draco asked. There was a loud crack and Dung was gone, no one cared enough to notice.
Severus bent down and cast a few diagnostics, “Yes, and a nap.”
Sirius stepped forward, and bent low picking Harry up out of Draco’s arms and cradling him. “Let’s get him to your room.” He said, quietly. They would ask questions later.
Sirius, followed by Draco and Severus carried the boy to his room, the Malfoy elders decided to wait in the sitting room. Draco opened the door ahead of Sirius and all of them were astonished. The room was pristine, clean, glowing even, new fresh linens that were finer than Sirius knew he owned were on the bed. Both of the boys trunks had been taken care of and clothing laid out for dinner later than evening. Kreacher…
Sirius laid Harry down and Severus administered the restorative potion, while Draco massaged Harry’s throat to induce swallowing.
“Any clue as to what just happened?” Sirius asked looking at Draco for possible answers.
“Harry is the only one that can answer that.” Draco said.
“It was not the same as with Umbridge, that was a sight to behold.” Severus said.
“Umbridge?” Sirius inquired. “Harry did not mention her, did she do something to him?”
Severus responded quietly, “She wanted to speak to him about his dealing with the other students. When I arrived at her office with the headmaster, he was doing something. She looked in a lot of pain, and then she had to choose something. Whatever it was she chose, I don’t know. But Harry had drawn out something dark from her, banished it and they both collapsed and were out for two days. I have yet to ask what happened.”
“Harry used his Augur power of judgment.” Draco explained, “According to him, he did indeed take her darkness, and gave her good will instead. She remembers nothing about the evil in her past. That’s why the headmaster wants Harry to graduate early and take up the Defense post.”
“Wait Albus what?” Sirius was exasperated, Harry had said nothing about this to him.
Severus moved closer to Sirius and pinned him with an obsidian stare.
“Harry has had everyone and their brother breathing down his neck, he has had to deal with a whole lot over the last few days. Just because he hasn’t told you everything, doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, Sirius.” Severus said his voice filled with concern. However, concern for Harry or himself, Sirius did not know.
“We have been trying to be close, I just want him to have what he had been missing all these years.” Sirius replied a bit dejectedly.
“I understand, just let him tell you in his own time.” Severus offered, his voice softer than usual. The two older men left and Draco placed a kiss on Harry’s forehead and went to join his parents.
Draco sat down on a chair opposite his father. It had been a while, and yet Lucius was imposing as ever.
“You may want to talk to Harry about the diary, Father. I saw some of what he dealt with because of it. I think we did not truly grasp what really happened.” Draco said, his eyes matching the steel of his fathers.
“You know how I feel about the subject, Draco.” Lucius admonished.
Draco nodded, raised his wand and conjured the image of Harry and Draco inside the chamber, maximizing the image of the basilisk carcass. Narcissa inhaled sharply her hand going to her throat. Lucius’ eyes widened.
“Did you think it was no monster father?” Draco asked.
“I had assumed it was small, like the basilisks in the forests of Albania.” He replied his voice strained.
“Harry has assured me that the past is in the past. But I am not you, father. This needs addressing.” Draco stated firmly.
“He was 12?” Narcissa asked gently.
“Only 12, and Ron’s sister was only 11 at the time. No wand, Father… He fought this beast with no wand…” Draco replied, tears pricking at his eyes. “I want our bonding to start off on clear footing, I need you to let him know your circumstances. I want you to apologize.”
Lucius was still staring at the conjured image, his stomach sick and churning. He had not wanted children involved, but it had been the only way to get rid of the dark item. How could he now prove the loyalty to this man/child that his honor demanded?
“I will formally apologize. I had no idea, and I will go further. I will apologize formally to the Weasleys as well, I know how important they are to Harry.” Lucius stated, his wife inhaled sharply.
“They are not as you previously had described, Father. Ron alone is more mature than I gave him credit for. Whatever caused the feud, and lowering of their family surely can be forgotten now.” Draco stated.
“What I know of the Weasleys was passed down from my father, Draco. In some cases even your own dislike came from me as well. It may be time that our generation fixes the mistakes of the past, instead of carrying on prejudice into the future. It seems our family has been mistaken on many accounts.” Lucius conceded.
Draco was content, though formal apologies were rare in his family, he trusted his father to do the right thing.
Sirius walked into the sitting room, with a piece of parchment in his hands. “The Weasleys will be joining us for Christmas dinner tomorrow evening. I trust we shall all be cordial?”
Narcissa stood, “Of course cousin, as your guests, we would like nothing more than to become better acquainted with them. I could send for more of our house-elves to help Kreacher with dinner and accommodations if you like.”
Sirius looked at her, he did not trust them, Draco was with Harry, so there was something trustworthy there. What harm could Christmas dinner be? He wanted Harry’s first Christmas with him to be spectacular. “Alright, I want this to be a perfect Christmas for Harry. He has not had a good one since his first birthday, do not ruin this for him.”
Draco could have wept. His heart ached, he did not know the extent of Harry’s past, and he did not even bother to ask. He should have. In light of all the revelations, and misconceptions he had grown with, He would find out the truth when Harry woke.
Narcissa felt a pang of compassion, no child should ever have to have a bad Christmas. They would have to find something more they could do for Harry… She would make the list of all the possible dinner items and, she looked at Lucius…
Lucius knew that look, she may hide herself from the world, but never from him. She was in mother hen mode, something that would make it hard for him to say ‘no’ to. Lucius nodded with a small smile, this would be costly he knew. Reparations.
“Will there be any other guests? I should like to know how many to plan for.” Narcissa inquired.
“No, it seems Albus has disappeared somewhere, Remus and Tonks have also absconded with one another. Harry’s doing they told me.” Sirius replied.
Sirius waited until Severus arrived to tell them the story of Regulus. He showed them the memory of what Harry had shown him.
Lucius was the first to break the silence. “The Dark Lord never talked about Regulus. Evidently he did not know.”
“Why was the locket important?” Narcissa asked quietly.
“Harry did not say. I suppose we'll find out later.” Sirius stated.
Draco smiled, his Harry, thought of others so often. He got up and let the adults talk about matters, he had a better place to be. At Harry’s side.

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