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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 14

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Apparating to the gates of the cemetery, Lucius held onto Harry while waiting for Severus to appear. While doing that, he quickly cast Notice-Me-Not charms all around and on them. He didn't expect an issue, of course, as no one around would expect them to be here, but it was better to be cautious than sorry. No, they wanted this to go as smoothly as possible so it was best to guard against any problem.

Holding Harry tightly, he was pleased when Severus appeared by them. Seeing two vases of flowers, one of lilies and the other roses that had come from the gardens of Malfoy Manor, he nodded at his old friend. Thankfully, Narcissa had remembered to send along something such as that. They could, of course, conjure something, but real flowers would be best.

Looking at the young man he was holding, he said, softly, “Are you ready, Harry?” Right now, Harry was a little uptight, something normal. After all, this was the first time he was going to visit his parent's graves. As it was his eleventh birthday, all of them thought it was a good time for that. Besides, any melancholy that came from the visit would be leveled out by the surprise party they would go back to. Yes, this would work out well.

Giving a shaky nod, Harry, clinging tightly to Lucius said, “I'm ready.” He wasn't sure how to handle this, honestly. His parents were, really, a mystery to him. He knew what his mum looked like from pictures Severus showed him, but he didn't know about his father. From what he was told, he looked like his dad, but had his mum's eyes. He—well, he was having problems visualizing that.

Putting a hand on the young man's shoulder, Severus gave it a squeeze. “It's fine, Harry. We won't stay long. If you feel like you're getting too distressed, we can leave and no one will be upset with you over it.” Seeing the young man nod, Severus gave him a gentle pat. They all thought it best that only he and Lucius come with the young man the first time. That way, hopefully, he would be more comfortable if he became emotional. As that would be normal in such circumstances, it might be easier on him. Besides, the two of them were less apt to draw attention than several of them together.

Opening the kissing gate, Lucius walked in, holding the young man, following where Severus led. When they got to the graves, he sat Harry down and crouched beside him, one hand on his back, rubbing it.

Looking at the headstone, reading the names there, Harry wasn't sure what to think, feel or do. Part of him ached and wanted to cry, but another part just felt lost. It was confusing. Looking at Lucius then to Severus, he wasn't sure what to say.

Crouching down on the other side of the young man, Severus handed him the flowers and helped him put them on the headstone. Resting a hand on his back, he told him, gently, “If you want to talk to them, you can. I think, in some way, they'll hear you. As you haven't been here before, maybe tell them a little about what's going on. Whatever you want, Harry.”

Taking that in, Harry gave a slow nod then looked at the headstone. Feeling his eyes burn a little, he said, softly, “Hi mum and dad. This is the first time I’ve gotten to come see you.” Slowly, he began to tell them a little about his life up to that point before talking about his new family. When he got to that part, talking about how he liked it with them and how good they took care of him, is when the tears finally came. Sniffling, rubbing his eyes, he said, very softly, “I wish I could remember you, but it's alright, they take good care of me.”

Pulling Harry close to him, Lucius rubbed his head softly, but let him cry. Nor did he try to get him to stop. With all the young man had gone through up to this point, this was something that was normal.

Keeping a hand on Harry's shoulder, Severus reached out and ran his fingers over Lily's name then said, softly, “You know me, Lily. Your son will be cared for and adored, having the happiest life we can give him. He's protected the best anyone can from now on.”

Leaning against Lucius, feeling slightly embarrassed over tears for someone he didn't remember, Harry swiped them away with one trembling hand and shut his eyes.

Still rubbing his head, Lucius soothed in a quiet, gentle voice, “It's alright, Harry. It's normal. They were your parents and you have every right to miss them, even if you don't remember them.”

Nodding to let Lucius know he heard, Harry continued to look at the headstone, feeling sad. Part of him wondered what his life would have been like if they had lived, but another part was happy with it just the way it was now. No, not the cancer and how sick he was, but because he was with people that really cared about him. That—well, that was the really good part. Brightening up a little, he said, softly, “I'm going to get to go to Hogwarts! Severus said you were both in Gryffindor. I want to be in Slytherin though. I hope you won't be mad about that. Draco will probably go into Slytherin and I want to be with him. Plus, Severus is head of Slytherin. He'll take good care of both of us! I hope you understand why I want to be in that house and not your old one.”

“I think they'll understand and won't be mad, Harry,” Severus told him, smirking a little. “After all, no one is going to bother you with Draco around.”

“Right,” Harry said with a firm nod, thankful that the tears were finally drying up. “Draco is brilliant! He's the best friend I’ve ever had,” Harry explained to his parents then went on to tell them all about Draco.

Smiling softly, pleased that the young man was doing better, Lucius continued to rub his head. He would wait until Harry was ready to go then they would leave.

Sitting at the table in the garden by Mrs. Figg, Draco was waiting, though not all that patiently, for Harry, Severus and his father to come back. They had his surprise party all set up, they were just waiting for the three of them to return to start. Trying not to fidget too much, he looked around. His mother and Tom were working with a charm on Smaug that would allow him to fly if one of them were on him. It wasn't going to be as high or fast as a broom, but it was still flying! Right now, Harry was still too sick and weak to fly a broom on his own or stay on one if he rode with someone, so they were going to do it this way. That way he got to take Harry for his first flight. Alright, that was great and he couldn't wait! It would only be a couple feet off the ground, of course, but it would be flying for the first time!

Looking down at the carrier on the ground between his chair and Mrs. Figg's, he grinned a little bigger. Glancing at her, he asked, “Can the cat really tell when you are starting to get sick and need help?”

Smiling at the young man, she nodded, “He can. Shenanigans is a kneazle cross that is bred to help with the sick. He's a helper cat. I traded a couple of my males that I used for breeding for him and another one. When I saw Shenanigans, I thought he would be perfect for Harry. It'll not only help alert someone if he gets ill, but he'll keep him company when you're at school.” Chuckling a little, she said, “You'll just have to help make sure Nagini doesn't eat him!”

“She won't,” Draco told her firmly. “Tom's already talked to her and she promised!” Looking over at the large snake that was basking on one of the benches in the sun, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. “Shenanigans will just have to get used to sharing Harry's bed with Nagini is all. Nagini likes to sleep with him.”

“Oh, I'm sure that the two of them will work it out,” Mrs. Figg said with a smile. “Animals—well, they have their ways of doing that. We might not understand it, but they seem to.” Leaning back, sipping at her Pepsi, she said, “Your mother tells me that you and Harry are conspiring to make sure he gets into Slytherin.”

Unable to help himself, Draco grinned, then began to tell her all about the plans they were hatching, including begging of the Sorting Hat if they had to, to make sure Harry would go into Slytherin.

Coming over while Tom led the dragon out of sight, Narcissa sat down by her son. Putting a hand on his head, she listened to what was being said, smiling a little. By now, as the start of term was approaching, this topic was coming up more often. When her son trailed off, she said, gently, “Somehow, I don't think it's going to take any begging of the Sorting Hat to get Harry into Slytherin. I think he'll manage without that.”

Chuckling, Arabella told him, “Harry is a brave lad, no doubt there, but he's a crafty one too! You don't manage to get along like he did for as long as he had to without being that way.” Knowing what the poor young man's life was like at the Dursley's, and how he had to sneak around to do some things, she didn't think that was going to be a problem.

“Good,” Draco told her with a nod, looking pleased. “Harry has to be with me, of course!”

Grinning a little, Narcissa told him, “I think you'll manage that.” Looking at Arabella, she said, “Severus tells me you moved and are actually working at the hospital where Harry was. Is this true?”

“It is,” Arabella told her with a smile. “I've moved to London. The reason I was in Little Whinging is no longer there so, as I don't like that place, I moved to somewhere far more comfortable for me. And I'm not really working at the hospital, but volunteering on the floor where Harry was.”

“Oh? What do you do?” Narcissa asked, truly interested.

“Well, the young people there get bored or lonely so often. After all, even when they are sick, especially in cases where it's cancer, they have to spend time alone while their families attend to things that have to be done, like working or caring for their other children. So, there are volunteers that go in and sit with them. That's what I'm doing. It's nothing stressful, really. We talk, play a few games or I read to them, whatever they like, so that the time passes a little more quickly. It's something I like doing. Not to mention it helps them so much. After all, with diseases, your mental attitude helps so much. Plus, I'm now part of a group of women that helps to make quilts for those that have to be there for a long time. It gives them something they can keep. The one Harry has came from a group like that. From what I've seen, the young people seem to like them.”

“Those sound like wonderful ideas,” Narcissa told her honestly.

“It might not seem like much to all of us because we can get out or do things if we get bored. When you're in the hospital and hurting, even the small things help take your mind off of it,” Arabella told her.

“Oh, yes! I can appreciate that. If you ever need help, like in donations or whatnot, let me know. I'm certain we can assist!” Narcissa told her sincerely.

“If you can get your hands on some good Muggle books for those about Harry and Draco's age, let me know. We're always looking for some new ones.”

“Let me get with Severus. He has a whole collection. I'm certain that we can find some from him to pass along,” Narcissa said, thinking it over.

“Any little bit helps,” Arabella told her, smiling.

Sitting at the table, Harry had Shenanigans in his lap, petting him, grinning as the cat purred up a storm. This was great! He had come back to the manor to a surprise party, something he hadn't expected. He had known they were going to get him a cake and that, but not have a real party. As this was the first time anyone besides Mrs. Figg and those in the hospital had done that for him, he was grinning from ear to ear. Not only did he get a real cake, a chocolate one shaped like a dragon, but he ended up with all kinds of other things, like big dragon slippers to match his hats, books, games, decorations for his room and other stuff.

Looking at the black cat on his lap, he grinned bigger. He was brilliant! He had a white streak on his forehead, something close to what his scar looked like, but was all black other than that. Not only that, but he liked to be held and petted. Looking at Mrs. Figg, he smiled at her then said, again, “Thank you, for everything.”

“You have nothing to thank me for, Harry,” she told him gently, smiling at him. “You getting better and being happy is all the thanks I need. As you're doing that, we're even.”

Nodding, still grinning at her, Harry continued to pet his cat. Now, well, he was waiting for another surprise. They had a nice lunch and the cake, then everyone said there was one more surprise for him. Draco was grinning from ear to ear, so he knew this had to be good! He just couldn't wait to see what it was!

All but bouncing over to Harry, grinning like a maniac, Draco said, looking at him, “Let Mrs. Figg hold Shenanigans so you can come with me. It's time for your surprise!”

Handing the cat over to the obviously amused older lady, Harry turned around to see Severus leading Smaug towards them. Brow furrowed, he looked at Draco then the dragon. The only thing odd there was that Smaug had a saddle and bridle on him. “What's going on?”

“I get to take you flying!” Draco told him smugly, grinning.

“Really?” Harry asked, brightening up, starting to grin again.

Stepping up behind the young man, putting a hand on his shoulder, Lucius said, “Yes. When you get better, we'll get you a broom and teach you to use it. For now, that's not wise, as we told you. However, Narcissa put a charm on Smaug that will allow him to fly a little. It won't be up in the air much or go fast, but Draco is going to take you flying on him. We'll put a sticking charm on you so you don't fall off. You'll be safe that way.”

Standing, Harry was grinning so big his face was beginning to ache from it. He was going to get to fly!

Leading the dragon over to the table, Severus helped Draco onto his back. Once he was settled, he picked Harry up and put him in front of Draco. Casting a sticking charm on him, he smirked then said, “Hang on to the reins. Draco will hold onto you and guide him.”

“Ready, Harry?” Draco asked, grinning himself as he clutched the reins tightly.

“Ready!” Harry replied, holding on, nodding.

Nudging the stuffed dragon with his heels, Draco guided him away from the table then gave a whoop when he took to the air. It was only a couple feet off the ground and he didn't go nearly as fast as his broom, but this was great!

Holding on tightly, a little nervous as they took to the air, Harry then laughed, loving the feel of soaring along just above the ground. If flying on a broom was anything like this, it was going to be brilliant! “This is great!” He told Draco.

Weaving the dragon in and out of the trees, Draco laughed, “It is! It's like flying on a real one! Almost like we're knights or something!”

“Sir Harry and Sir Draco; Knights of the Fuzzy Dragon!” Harry laughed. “Riding our steed! Brilliant!”

Laughing at that Draco guided the dragon to the end of the lawn by the gardens then said, “It is! Want to fly him? You should be fine.” Seeing Harry nod, he gave over control of the reins then explained how to do it.

Concentrating, he turned the stuffed dragon around and began to guide him back to where the adults were. “Is flying a broom like this? 'Cause it's brilliant!”

“A broom is different. Steering it's different plus it goes much faster and higher. This is great though,” Draco grinned as Harry guided them around, weaving through some trees.

“Oh, I can't wait to try a broom then,” Harry laughed, loving the feeling of being in the air though it wasn't up that high.

Standing there with everyone else, Narcissa couldn't help but smile at what she was seeing. Though trepidatious about this, it looked like it was going well. Despite the fact that the two boys were at the far end of the lawn, she could easily see that they were both grinning, obviously having fun. Going in, she had made it clear to the three men that the charm would be taken off the dragon when the day was done. Now? Well, she decided that, maybe, they didn't have to. The stuffed animal was only a foot or two off the ground and going very slow, something she could handle. Besides, he was big enough for both boys to easily stay on, not how it was with a broom. Shaking her head, she said, softly, “I think, maybe, as long as you three behave with it, we'll leave the charm on Smaug. Harry and Draco seem to be having fun with him. And, well, it does look far less dangerous than a broom.”

“We'll make sure that they know they can only fly on him if one of us is out here keeping watch,” Severus told her, putting a hand on her shoulder, smirking as he watched the boys. “And that we pay attention to what they are doing until Harry gets better.”

“Alright, I think that's fine,” she told him, patting his hand while keeping an eye on the two. Sighing, shaking her head, she said, “And, maybe, just maybe, if you let me do the charm on it, I'll let you get Draco one of those accursed dragons so they both have one. If they liked riding on it, they should both have one. I'm sure they can find some kind of game they'll like to use them for.”

Smirking looking at Tom then winking, since the two of them had already gotten their hands on another of the dragons, despite the fact that the company that made them went out of business after that first disastrous Christmas they had put them out, Lucius said, tone smooth, “I think we'll be able to find one. And we'll allow you to do the charms on it.”

Looking at her husband and his lover, seeing a far too innocent look there for her liking, she narrowed her eyes. They already got one of the beasts, she was certain of that. Shaking her head, she sighed, “I charm the thing!”

“Of course, Narcissa,” Tom told her, smirking.

Glaring at the two, she fought the urge to roll her eyes then focused her attention back on the boys. Smiling again, she said, “We're going to have to get Harry a broom when he gets better. If he likes this, he'll love a broom.”

“We will,” Lucius said, nodding. Smirking, he admitted, “Well, we already have, actually. It's at Tom's. We just aren't going to give it to him until he gets better.”

This time, Narcissa did roll her eyes. Shaking her head, she let out an exasperated sigh then asked rhetorically, “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because he's a boy and will want a broom. Until the Healer gives his okay, we won't give it to him,” Tom assured her.

Shaking her finger at him, Narcissa warned, “You better not!”

“We won't,” Lucius told her, smirking again. Already, he and Tom were planning on taking Harry up on a few flights, just not letting him fly. Not right now, of course, but when he was a little better. After all, they would make certain that nothing happened to him.

Standing there, watching the two, Mrs. Figg said, softly, “I think they both are having way too much fun with this.”

“They are,” Narcissa told her, smiling. “It's a good thing, though.”

“They both seem very happy,” the older woman commented.

Looking at the young men, Severus nodded, “Yes, they are. It's not ideal circumstances, what with Harry's illness, but I believe both of them are. They—well, they are good for each other.” Stopping, he watched them, nodding. This was true. Draco was a lonely young man. He had followers, not friends, for the most part. Those that were followers tended to be because of Lucius, and his power, something their families encouraged. Harry was, probably, the first person that liked Draco for just who he was. That was something the young man he saw as a son needed. Harry, well, his life hadn't been a good one. Draco was probably the first friend he ever had. The two of them were happy together, finding all manner of things to do despite Harry's limitations. No, this was a good thing, for both of them. And it was something that was more than likely forming a bond between the two that would last a lifetime.

Watching her two young men, Narcissa couldn't help but smile bigger. Though this was so unexpected, something she never could have anticipated, she was happy to have Harry in their life. All of them were, actually. He brought something that had been missing with him and she fully planned on keeping it there. Harry, at some point, when they could manage it, would be her son. That she would ensure. Right now, well, she didn't know how they would manage since the bond was there with Lucius and they couldn't do a legal adoption, as that would just end up with issues, but they would. No, Harry already was their child and she would love him like her own son. And Merlin help the person that tried to harm or use him!

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