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Self-fulfilling Prophecy	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
Author's note: And here I am with the last chapter - which turned out to be a bit longer than I expected LOL I had a lot of fun writing this story - even though I thought at first that it was just a stupid idea - and I'm really happy that you guys enjoyed it!
ATTENTION: at the end of the chapter, I'll give information about projects related to these stories, so please don't forget to check that out!
Thanks to the following reviewer: ANON
Warnings: drama; angst; vague fluff; minor time skips
I hope you'll like this last chapter!
Chapter 13: And Then the Dragon Roared
"Is everyone ready?" Mum asked distracted and her heels clacked against the floor as she entered the living room.
"Seems like it," Uncle Ron muttered, tugging at his right sleeve before Aunt Hermione put her hand on his and gave him a chiding look.
"It's itchy," Albus complained, tugging at his collar. The collar of his robes wasn't too tight, thankfully, but it scratched against his throat.
Mum tutted her lips and pulled his hand away gently. "Don't pull at it, Albus. You're going to stretch it too much," she scolded him gently.
Stretching it too much would be a good thing if you asked Albus. He scowled at his dark blue robes and fidgeted. Across from him, James was fiddling with his own collar, but as he wasn't tugging at it particularly harshly, mum left him alone. Lucky him.
The Ministry was holding some kind of charity event and their parents, Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron had been invited, like every year. This year both Albus and James were allowed to attend the festivities; Rose on the other hand was having a sleepover with one of her friends and Hugo was staying with their grandparents.
If Albus had to be honest, he wasn't particularly in the mood to go to the charity event. Just like every other event he and his brother had been dragged to, they would be spending the evening watching people cosy up to their parents, thanking dad again and again for winning the war – as if they hadn't thanked him in all those years before. Meanwhile he and James would be mostly ignored by the other attendees or be cooed at and have their cheeks pinched as if they were still babies, while people marvelled at how much they looked like their parents. It was becoming tiresome to hear the same thing over and over again.
At the same time, though, events like this one allowed them to stay up later than normal, which still gave Albus some kind of thrill, even though he had stayed up later than he was allowed to before. It was just different when he was given permission to go to bed at a later hour.
"Looks like we're ready to go then," Dad announced, tugging with some distaste at his own robes. He caught Albus looking and winked at him.
"Can't be late after all," Mum added and the smile she threw dad was less strained than how it usually was lately.
There had been some kind of … peace the last three days at home. Peace that Albus dearly hoped would stay. He really didn't want to hear his parents fighting anymore. It caused a sick feeling in his stomach and it made him wonder whether this was how Scorpius felt as well whenever he had heard his parents arguing with each other.
"That would be such a shame," Uncle Ron muttered lowly and he received a jab to his side from Aunt Hermione.
"It's not that bad, Ron," Aunt Hermione scolded him and rolled her eyes.
Uncle Ron looked at her incredulously, but merely shook his head and rose up from the couch. "Let's get this over with," he sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
Mum opened the jar in which they kept the Floo powder and took a pinch out of it. Right at the moment that she opened her mouth to open the Floo, a silver jaguar came running through the wall, halting right in front of dad.
It was Uncle Draco's voice that floated through the open mouth of the jaguar, "Harry, I know this is a bad time, but Scorpius – he – he fell ill and we're at Saint Mungos now. The Healers – they're working on him and – and they suspect that it was someone else's doing, but …" The message was cut off as if Uncle Draco hadn't managed to finish it.
The sheer panic and worry, though, had been clearly audible and Albus froze, staring at the jaguar wide eyed as the Patronus snorted, rubbed its head against dad's leg before it dissipated, leaving a shocked silence behind.
His best friend had been cursed? Someone had hurt him?
"That doesn't sound good," Uncle Ron said warily, the first one to break the silence.
"Who on earth would curse a child?" Aunt Hermione asked horrified before her eyes widened and she bit her lip as she threw dad a worried look.
"Did someone curse Scorpius?" James asked in a small voice and he looked pale; his eyes too wide for his face.
Albus remained silent as shock started to settle in. Surely it had to be a mistake? There was no reason for someone to curse his friend. Scorpius had merely got the flu, right? Something easily treatable.
But if it was a simple illness, Uncle Draco wouldn't have sounded so panicked. The man had always sounded in control of himself. To hear him so distraught was terrifying.
"Give my apologies to the host," Dad said abruptly as he strode over to the fireplace. "I'm going to Draco."
"Of course, Harry, we'll tell them that - " Aunt Hermione started soothingly, but she was interrupted by mum.
"Excuse me? Are you seriously going to the hospital now?" Mum asked incredulously.
Dad raised an eyebrow and answered impatiently, "Of course I am. Draco needs - "
"Malfoy is capable of taking care of himself," Mum snapped and she squared her shoulders, as if she was preparing for a fight. "He's a freaking adult; he doesn't need to hold your hand! The Healers are already helping his son – he said it himself!"
"Draco needs a friend now!" Dad retorted harshly, snatching some of the Floo powder.
"If he really needs someone, he can call his ex-wife! You know, the mother of his child?" Mum hissed, narrowing her eyes.
Dad waved his hand impatiently. "He probably already warned her, but things between them are still shaky and last I heard she was somewhere in Asia for business, so it'll be a while before she can Apparate back. He needs someone there now, Ginny."
"But why does it need to be you?" Mum asked heatedly and one of her hands fisted her robes until the knuckles became white. "Can't he contact someone else? Or doesn't he have other friends? Not that that would surprise me," she sneered.
"Ginny, don't you think you're being a bit unreasonable?" Aunt Hermione interjected, but she was steadfastly ignored by mum.
"If he wanted someone else, he would have contacted that person," Dad replied; his jaw clenched. "For Merlin's sake, Ginny, I'm just going to check up on him and Scorpius!"
"We have an important event to go to!"
"An event that takes place three bloody times a year!" Dad snapped back, visibly becoming angry. "One time missing it won't be a disaster! I'm sorry, but visiting Scorpius in the hospital is more important to me than that event now!"
Looking dad straight in his eyes, mum's voice trembled as she spoke, "If you leave now, you don't need to come back at all."
The air in the room grew heavy, dense, and Albus stared at his mum as his heart thudded loudly in his chest. What did mum mean with that? Did she really mean that dad wasn't allowed to come home at all? No, of course not. She couldn't mean that!
Right?
Dad stared speechlessly at her, caught off guard by her order.
"Ginny, you don't mean that," Uncle Ron said weakly; his blue eyes shooting back and forth between dad and mum. "It's just the heat of the moment. Harry, mate, she doesn't mean that."
Mum's eyes practically spat fire as she said icily, "I do mean it. Harry, if you choose Malfoy over us, it's over. I'm done. I'm not going to wait here every bloody time you cater to Malfoy's whims. This whole bullshit ends now. You want to be with that Death Eater filth? Fine, but don't expect to come back!" Her magic sparked furiously in response.
"Ginny," Aunt Hermione said shocked.
"No, Hermione, I'm sick of it," Mum spat and whirled back to face dad. "What's it going to be?"
Dad took a deep breath and said flatly, "Fine."
Mum's triumphant look melted off her face like snow in the snow and she looked like she had been slapped when dad continued, "I'll be back later to pick up my stuff."
With that, he threw the Floo powder into the flames and said, "Saint Mungos!" The flames instantly took him away.
It was silent for a few seconds before a scream of utter rage tore out of mum's throat, making both James and Albus jump in fright, and she stormed out of the room, up the stairs. The whole house seemed to reverberate when she slammed the door of the bedroom shut.
Albus shivered, looking at the golden red flames without really seeing them. Did this – did this mean that their parents would … separate now? Get a divorce like Scorpius' parents? Would they never be a family again?
James' hand clutching his own, his brother's warm presence next to him, seemed to be the only constant thing left in his life.
Some time passed. Albus wasn't sure how much, wasn't interested in it either. He was sitting down on the couch, James pressed tightly next to him. James' grip on his hand was nearly crushing, but the younger boy wasn't about to pull away. He felt off balance, like he was drifting around without a specific direction and even James looked pale and unsure – a look that Albus had not seen a lot.
James had always been the one who had an answer to everything, a quick, harmless excuse if they were caught doing something they weren't allowed to do. Albus didn't think his older brother could fix this mess. He was afraid this mess was unfixable.
Albus started when Uncle Ron let out a loud sigh and stood up from the armchair he had dropped in a while ago. "Stay here; I have to talk with your aunt for a bit. I'll be right back," he murmured and left the room.
Aunt Hermione had gone upstairs, following mum, a while ago. Albus couldn't hear them talking, though, but whether that was because they just remained silent or they had spells to keep their conversation hidden, he didn't know.
"Does this mean …" Albus paused, hesitating, before he continued with a wavering voice, "Does this mean that mum and dad are going to separate? Like Scorpius' parents?"
James squeezed his hand. "I don't know, Al," he answered softly, staring blankly at the window. "I really don't know."
They both turned around when Uncle Ron entered the room again. In his hands he had a bundle of clothes, which he handed to them. Befuddled Albus stared down at the shirt and trousers. "Change into these clothes. They will be a lot more comfortable than those robes," Uncle Ron explained.
"Why?" James asked confused.
"You want to visit your friend, right? If you want, we can go to Saint Mungos now," Uncle Ron replied, cocking his head to the right.
"But mum," Albus started softly; his eyes shot up as if he could see her through the ceiling.
His uncle waved his hand. "Don't worry about her; I've talked to her and your aunt. Your mum needs some time for herself now, so I suggested that I'd take you to visit your friend. Unless you don't want to?" He raised an eyebrow.
They had never changed their clothes so quickly before.
They found the room after being directed to it by the nice witch manning the front desk. The door was ajar and when James pushed it open, Albus caught sight of his dad having his arm around Uncle Draco's shoulders as he whispered something too low to hear.
Emerald green eyes looked up as Albus hesitatingly took a step forwards. "James, Albus," Dad murmured, pulling away from Uncle Draco.
"I figured they might want to visit their friend," Uncle Ron said softly, remaining in the doorway. "If it's not a good time, though, we can come back."
Uncle Draco shook his head and cleared his throat. "No, they can come in."
"I'll be right back," Dad muttered and beckoned them further inside as he left the room to talk with Uncle Ron.
Uncle Draco looked really bad. His eyes were red rimmed as if he had been crying – and that was a very strange thought because Albus couldn't imagine the stoic man crying – and his otherwise immaculate hair was messy, as if he had run his fingers through it constantly. He looked tense and extremely worried at the same time; his shoulders hunched forwards, making him appear smaller than he really was.
Albus swallowed and his gaze wandered over to the small body occupying the hospital bed. Scorpius looked as white as a ghost, except for his cheeks which were a cherry red colour; his blond hair sweaty and matted against his forehead. His hands were clenching his sheets and he was sleeping restlessly; his breathing was laboured as if he had to try really hard to get oxygen in his lungs. He looked really, really sick.
Hesitatingly Albus shuffled closer to the bed, reaching out with his hand before he abruptly halted; his hand wavering above the bed. "Is he – how sick is Scorpius?" he asked in a small voice, breaking the tense silence in the room.
Uncle Draco sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's – the Healers say it's something close to the flu, only worse. They can treat him, but it's going to take a while before he gets better." Here, his breathing hitched and he rubbed a hand over his eyes; his face pulled tight with something akin to fear. He took a shuddering breath and continued with a slight waver in his voice, "They're certain that it's not contagious, so you're safe."
That didn't really make Albus feel better. It was hard to feel relieved at hearing that Scorpius would get better when his friend laid there, looking impossibly small. The bed – not that big really – seemed to swallow him up. Biting his lip, Albus gripped Scorpius' hand, feeling how clammy it was in his own. He didn't know whether it would help Scorpius, but he remembered feeling better whenever dad or mum held his hand when he was sick. Something about their presence close to him had set him at ease and he hoped that that would be the case for Scorpius as well.
He looked up quickly when a sharp gasp escaped Uncle Draco's mouth. Green eyes blinked in surprise when he caught sight of James hugging Uncle Draco around his neck. The older man seemed taken by surprise as he froze up before he awkwardly placed one arm on James' back.
"Scorpius will be okay," James said; his voice muffled because he had his face hidden against Uncle Draco's shoulder. "We still have a game of chess to finish, so he'll get better soon. He thinks he can beat me after all." He sniffed.
A watery chuckle left Uncle Draco and he embraced James fully. "I know he'll get better," he murmured and he seemed to relax a bit, as if he had needed to hear James' words.
Albus smiled; his older brother always knew how to make things better.
Dad didn't come home at all. They had to leave the hospital after a few hours and were brought back home by Uncle Ron. They didn't see mum the entire evening; Aunt Hermione cooked dinner for them and Uncle Ron tucked them into bed, assuring them that everything would be all right.
When James and Albus returned home the next day after spending the day with their grandparents, they immediately noticed that the door of dad's office was left open and when they hurried inside they saw that everything was gone. All the files and dad's robes – gone. The gift he had received from Uncle Draco – gone. The wardrobe in their parents' bedroom was missing half of its content as well and some of the pictures were missing too.
Only now did Albus realise that dad really wasn't coming back at all. It hadn't been bluff or something said in the heat of the moment; as it stood now, their parents were getting a divorce. Dad had chosen Uncle Draco over mum.
He didn't know how to feel about that. He didn't want his parents to separate, wanted badly to be a family together, but at the same time it was a relief to come home and not hear their parents arguing loudly again over something that dad had done or hadn't done. It made Albus feel guilty; it wasn't like he was happy that his parents were currently apart, but a small part in him took some kind of peace in the fact that he didn't have to hear his parents fighting again.
Not that he was really at ease at home now. If he had taken care to watch out what he said around his mum before, he was practically walking on eggshells now. A mention of dad could set her off either crying or ranting, depending on how she felt that day. Usually she ranted to Aunt Hermione or grandmother, sometimes even one of her friends, but occasionally she snapped at James or Albus if one of them asked when they would see dad again. She would immediately apologise after snapping at them, but they never received a real answer.
Albus really wanted to see his dad again; he really missed him and after that day in the hospital he hadn't seen him again, only receiving a few letters afterwards in which dad reassured him that Scorpius was getting better. There was no mention in his letters when they would see each other again, though, and it made the eight year old wonder whether mum had actually forbidden dad from visiting them.
Then two weeks after the hospital visit, a day after their summer vacation had started, someone knocked on the front door.
"I'll open it!" James yelled and dashed down the stairs, reaching the front door before Albus had reached the middle of the staircase.
He looked up quickly when James gasped out, "Dad!"
Albus skipped the last three steps and jumped down, racing to the door so that he could hug his dad as well. "We missed you!" he muttered, pressing his face into dad's chest.
Dad's chest rumbled against his cheek as he chuckled, hugging them firmly. "I missed you two as well," he said, ruffling Albus' hair.
When the two boys took a step backwards, they suddenly took notice of grandmother standing right behind dad.
"Hi, grandma," Albus greeted sheepishly.
She smiled. "Hello Albus, where is your - "
"You have some nerve showing up now." Mum appeared in the hallway; her cold gaze fixed on dad as she wiped her hands dry with a towel.
Instantly the air shifted and Albus shuffled with his feet, biting his lower lip as he glanced between his parents.
Dad sighed and loosened his hold on them. "Not like you gave me any opportunities," he said, sounding bitter. He shook his head and stepped inside, closely followed by grandmother. "Look, I'm not staying long. Tomorrow it's Scorpius' birthday and Draco and I are planning to take him to the Dragon Sanctuary in Germany. I'd like to take Albus and James with us for the weekend. We'll be back on Monday, I - "
"Like hell you're taking my sons with you!" Mum snapped; her fingers clenching around the towel. "If you think for one second that I'll let them go, then you're completely out of your - "
"Ginny, Harry hasn't seen them for two weeks," Grandmother interrupted firmly and stepped forwards. "It's not good to keep the boys separated from their father and you know that very well. They need to spend time with their dad as well and they're just going to celebrate Scorpius' birthday."
"But - "
"Sweetheart, the differences are between you and Harry. Don't let them come between you and your children." Grandmother regarded her sternly. "Let's ask them. Sweeties, do you want to spend the weekend with your dad and your friend?"
"YES!" James and Albus simultaneously answered immediately without hesitation.
Getting to spend the weekend with their dad after two weeks of not seeing him and seeing his best friend again while visiting the Dragon Sanctuary? That was a no brainer!
Grandmother smiled. "All right, go pack your things, sweethearts. Your parents still need to have a little talk."
Only the fact that grandmother followed their parents into the living room put Albus at ease. With grandmother near there was no way that the conversation would escalate into a fight.
Now he had a suitcase to pack!
"So you live at Malfoy Manor now?" James asked curiously, dipping his piece of bread into the copper coloured sauce.
They – meaning James, Albus, dad, Scorpius and Uncle Draco – had arrived at the Dragon Sanctuary two hours ago by taking two Portkeys – of which one was an international one – and Apparating three times. As it was early evening, the adults had decided that they would have dinner and then go to sleep early so that they could get up on time tomorrow to visit the dragons. They only had two days so they had to time their visits to the various endangered dragon species carefully. Now they were at the small restaurant – more like a pub – and they were the only ones there. The owner of the sanctuary – a short, stocky man called Peter Wächter – had informed them in a heavily accented English that they were the only visitors now and that he would take them on a tour as soon as breakfast was over tomorrow.
Uncle Draco was currently in the restroom; his own dinner put under a heat charm thanks to a house elf.
Dad nodded, taking a sip of his red wine. "Yes, for the first few days I stayed at the hospital with Scorpius, but afterwards I went back with Draco to the manor."
Scorpius – who still looked a bit too pale for Albus' liking, but seemed okay overall – grinned, stabbing his fork through a piece of sauce soaked chicken. "Harry and father took care of me when I was allowed to go home again," he said.
Albus cocked his head, curiosity blooming up in him. "Are you going to keep living there?"
If his parents did get divorced – and that seemed more and more likely with every day that passed – did that mean that he and James would go to Malfoy Manor every time to visit dad? Or would dad get a house for himself?
Dad rubbed the back of his neck, appearing a bit awkward. "I think so, if Draco and Scorpius don't have a problem with that."
"I like having you live with us," Scorpius told him sincerely. "And I know father likes having you at the manor too."
"Is that so?" Dad hummed and his eyes suddenly lit up as they caught sight of something behind Albus. When the boy turned around to look he noticed Uncle Draco leaving the restroom, making his way back to their table.
Uncle Draco raised an eyebrow when he sat down again. "What are you talking about?" he inquired curiously, removing the heat charm.
"Whether or not I'm going to keep living at the manor," Dad replied; an odd infliction in his voice.
"Of course you are," Uncle Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Where else would you go?"
Dad laughed, shaking his head, but didn't retort.
James leant forwards; a serious look plastered on his face. "Does this mean that you and mum are going to separate?"
Dad stilled; an odd look passing his face. He pursed his lips and slowly nodded. "Yes, Jamie, your mum and I have decided that it's better if we go each our own way."
Does that mean you and mum don't love each other anymore? The question shot through Albus' mind, but he bit his tongue, not daring to ask it. It seemed too … personal. And a part of him was afraid of what the answer would be.
When he chanced a glance at dad, the older man had a gloomy look on his face. Clearly this was a topic he didn't like to talk about – not that Albus could blame him.
"What do you say of talking about this on Monday when you're back home?" Uncle Draco suggested suddenly. "This weekend it's time to have some fun." He paused and added wryly, "Well, as much fun as can be had surrounded by dangerous creatures."
"The dragons aren't that dangerous, father," Scorpius protested. "They're behind magical barriers; Mister Wächter said so!"
And with that the gloomy atmosphere melted away, leaving them all more relaxed.
Albus still had questions: what was going to happen now; where would they live; was dad's visit to the hospital really the reason of the divorce etc. But, he mused as he caught the look being exchanged by his dad and Uncle Draco, those questions could wait until Monday.
This weekend he was going to spend a fun time with his dad, his best friend and his uncle.
He was supposed to be in bed by now.
Albus winced as he caught sight of a wooden clock announcing that it was nine thirty. Dad and Uncle Draco had sent them to their rooms at seven thirty with the instruction to take a shower and be in bed no later than eight thirty so that they would be well rested for tomorrow.
Albus really had been planning to go to bed on time, but then he and Scorpius had started talking about their parents and how Albus' parents getting a divorce would affect things and somehow by the time there was a lull in the conversation, more than an hour had suddenly passed and he had to sneak to his own room, hoping that dad hadn't come up yet to check on them.
On his way to his room he suddenly heard the soft murmur of voices and he froze, turning his head. Kneeling behind the balustrade he looked down – careful to remain out of sight – and blinked surprised when he saw dad standing in front of the fireplace, his arms crossed as he looked at Uncle Draco with a frown.
Uncle Draco was saying something – arguing by the looks of it – but Albus was too high up to actually hear the conversation, which frustrated him.
Uncle Draco stalked closer to dad, his cheeks flushed, as he reached out to grab dad's arm.
Dad murmured something and Uncle Draco's face cleared up, as if what dad told him made him really happy. He stepped closer until there was barely an inch between their bodies and leant forwards, bringing his face closer to dad's, puzzling Albus with the action. What was Uncle Draco doing?
Whatever he was planning to do, dad stopped him, pushing against his chest as he stepped back, shaking his head. Even from his spot Albus could see Uncle Draco tensing up and the man hissed something.
Dad clenched his jaw and looked away before replying.
Both men stood still for a while.
Right when Albus was calculating how close he could get without either man becoming aware of his presence, Uncle Draco did something completely unexpected.
Albus' mouth dropped open as he watched how Uncle Draco grabbed dad's hand and –
Pressed a kiss on it!
Dad looked shocked; his own cheeks becoming red. Uncle Draco said something else, a satisfied smile curling around his lips, before he bowed and walked out of sight. Dad remained in the same spot for a little while before he laughed and shook his head, disappearing in the same direction as Uncle Draco.
Well, that was interesting.
Albus blinked and shook himself out of the daze he had fallen in. Slowly he resumed his trek to his room, going over what he had just witnessed.
Did this mean that dad and Uncle Draco were more than friends now? Were they going to be boyfriends? Since when did dad like Uncle Draco like that? Wait, did this mean that he and Scorpius would become brothers? How was their family going to react?
More and more questions were popping up and Albus felt like his life had just turned upside down again.
But somehow this particular change didn't feel bad. It actually felt like something had fallen into place. He thought that this change would be something good, something nice after all these months of turmoil.
Mum wouldn't be happy with it at all. Most likely there would be another fight between her and dad once she knew about it. For once, though, Albus didn't worry about that. As he crawled into his bed, he turned to look out of the window, where the dying sun was filtered through the leaves of the thick trees outside.
Somehow he knew that it would all work out. This weekend would be the start of something new, he just knew it. He would worry about his parents' divorce later.
Now sleep beckoned him.
Tomorrow would be a brand new day.
AN2: For now this is the end :) I hope you enjoyed it!
Now, first of, this story will have an epilogue called 'Turning over a New Leaf'. Why will the epilogue be posted separately? Because it will contain MPreg and I know not everyone likes that. It's an extra story I thought of after I wrote several chapters of this one.
The second side story will be in Scorpius' pov and will be called 'Change Meeting' and will be set in the very beginning of the story, more specifically how Scorpius met Harry.
The third side story will be in Draco's pov and will be called 'Second Chance in More Than One Way' and will have the last scene of this chapter more detailed.
Not sure yet when these will be posted, though I'm aiming to have the Scorpius one posted soon :)
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
For now I say goodbye and I hope to see you in the other stories!
Cuddles
Melissa
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