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Unrequited Love?	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N - Thank you for the reviews, we are nearing the end of this story but there are a few more plot bunnies raising their heads, so look for more stories. Hopefully I answer everything by the end of the stories. Warnings: Angst, Death, Torture
Mind Healing
All three of them glided through the door, and Harry wanted to cry at the scene. Frank lay curled up in the fetal position on a twin sized bed wearing light blue pajamas and the blankets shoved to the foot of the bed. In his arms he clutched what looked like a stuffed potted plant with long tentacles. The room was sparse, but a few decorations and pictures were displayed. Neville and a woman were both prominently displayed.
Harry and Draco looked up to Vona, waiting for an explanation. Obviously they were at St. Mungos for a reason.
Vona let go of their hands and placed them into each other’s, looking down at them she said,” Today you will use your mind healing gift."
"While you hold hands, each of you will reach with your other. Gently connect with the subjects temple with your thumbs, and try to touch the tips of your extended fingers together. If you can't that's fine, Love will bridge the gap. Once you are in position, you are to feel the love between both of you, then you are to push it into their minds, visualize black darkness, see the light of the love turning it to ash." Vona instructed.
Harry and Draco stepped forward, placed their unconnected thumbs on to the sleeping Frank's temples and connected their middle fingers. At first there was nothing, then they both opened their eyes to look at each other, and then they connected. The silver eyes sparkled, falling deeper into the dark emerald pools. It felt like a part of them was reaching for each other. There was a yearning, a deep desire to touch and be completed. Their fingers glowed an icy hue, but they only had eyes for one another, and then they saw as one.
It was strange at first; Harry could feel Draco feel him feeling him. They were one, yet still two. They looked at Frank, and dove in. The process was felt as if they were pure energy passing through flesh, bone and sinew.
They were in a dark place. Chained trunks littered the room. One lay open, and a jumble of things that made no sense were there. Green coffee mugs, a plastic letter opener, the stuffed plant, a feather and a rusty snitch. How to get the other trunks open was the problem at hand. They pulled on the chains, but nothing gave, they had no wand to blast it. They tried to visualize the chains falling off, but still nothing happened.
They wandered in this dark place, looking for anything, but found nothing except the jumbled open trunk. They grabbed the stuffed plant, Harry thought about Neville and his love of plants and how He had given him the Gillyweed for the second task during the triwizard tournament. The plant started to glow ice blue and grow. Draco let his memories of Neville’s love of plants come forward in his mind. They watched the plant glow brighter and grow larger, their light was starting to flood the plant as they kept thinking about Neville, capturing the one thought that could mean something to this man. Harry warmed, falling further in love with Draco. Neville was never Draco’s friend personally, but he was doing his best to make the connection. As the love grew stronger, the happy Neville memories at the front, the plant glowed and vibrated, the chains rattling on the trunks. As one mind, Harry and Draco, Imagined the chains falling away into dust. The explosion of Ice blue light flashed around them, and then they were standing once again outside Frank, looking through two pairs of eyes, at another set that was fluttering open.
Frank Longbottom opened his eyes and was instantly wary. Harry, Draco and Vona shimmered backwards giving him room. Harry looked to Vona, a question in his eyes. “Did it work?” Draco whispered, eyes mirroring Harry’s. Vona smiled and motioned to keep their hands connected.
“Who’s there? And what do you want?” Frank whispered harshly. It was very straightforward for someone who had been babbling for years.
“I am Harry Potter, Sir. You have been in St. Mungos since about the time I was born I think”, Harry said.
Frank looked around as if not seeing them, Harry looked at Vona puzzled. Vona shifted her stance in front of them, and Frank’s eyes lighted on the two teenagers before him.
“Harry Potter is a baby how can you be him?” Frank asked with veiled suspicion, but there was no wand for his hand that was itching at his side. He was sitting straighter now, eyes brilliant in the low light of the moon trailing in the window.
“You have been in St. Mungos for a very long time, Sir. I am a friend of your son’s, Neville. You would be so proud of him.” Harry offered quietly, but quickly to try to allay any fears.
“What happened to me, my wife?” Frank asked quietly.
“Bellatrix Lastrange applied the cruciatus curse, too long, and you both went out of your minds,” Harry said as softly as he could.
“Where is she?” Frank asked hesitantly.
Harry looked to Vona, who only pointed towards the room next door.
“I think she is next door, Sir, but I think Draco and I have to go in first and see to her.” Harry confided.
Frank just nodded, sat back on the bed and tried to wait patiently, thought his fingers were twisting in an agitated state.
Harry and Draco followed Vona into the next room, Neville’s mother was in much the same position as Frank had been, similar décor, and her mind was a similar cavern of chests. Once again they combined, and used their love, and memories to unlock the mind of another. Frank and Alice were reunited, but more came as well. Several witches and wizards, both known and unknown to the two boys were seen and healed, all gathered in the hall of St. Mungo’s.
Harry and Draco’s forms were wavering from the exertion of their strength, but it seemed as though Vona was holding them here for a purpose.
“They need to get secretly into Hogwarts, they will be some of your greatest assets in the trial you face. I will hold your forms a moment longer to ensure you communicate this to them, but I cannot hold it for much longer.” She said almost apologetically.
Harry and Draco’s forms were almost iridescent, and shimmered slightly. Harry addressed the crowd. “Voldemort has come back, and terrorizes the wizarding world still. Your help, expertise, and knowledge are greatly needed at Hogwarts. The attack is eminent, so your presence will bring us closer in numbers to be able to hold of the fight, and your appearance will be a surprise to many, but a blessing also. Hogsmead is the best place to enter quietly.”
Harry illustrated in the air a map and detailed the secret passages into the castle. “We must go now and inform the others of your arrival, I look forward to greeting you all in person soon.” Harry stated, Draco’s hand slipping into his, and their forms shimmered out of the vision of the group as their nods registered their assent.
Wearily, Harry woke, he felt completely drained. He cast a tempest charm, allowing him to see it was just past midnight. On Monday, he expected the battle to begin in Ernest. Sighing he laid his head back and let darkness take him.
Malfoy Manner
Bellatrix was no closer to finding out who held the new power her Lord wanted. She had been all over the many continents taking memories, asking questions, and of course torturing some of them to try to get more complete answers out of them. She hated to return to the Dark lord empty handed, but she had picked up a small tid-bit from a stray conversation in Diagon Alley as she was passing through.
Standing before the menacing, snake like man, Bellatrix glowed. She bowed low, aching to kiss those grey feet, and brushed a quick kiss over the toes before he moved quickly out of her reach.
“What newsss do you have for me, witch?” Voldemort hissed.
“I have found no trace of this power anywhere in the world, my Lord. Not even whispers beyond the celestial event. We may have time after we decimate Hogwarts to seek it out. But I have learned that our Narcissa was found in France, dead. Her body found and confiscated by the ministry in France. It appears she tried to hide in muggle Paris, and was mugged.” Bella relayed the news with a gleam in her eye.
Voldemort nodded at the news, and dismissed her. She left quietly.
Hogwarts
Harry's eyes opened after the long astral trip. Draco's mind was weak and faltering when he talked to Harry. 'Rest Love’ Harry told him. Harry's body was weak, but he forced it to move. Harry looked around the room of requirements at the sleeping students who waited for Hell to come claim them.
Putting his feet to the floor he forced his body to function, and walked over to the bunk of Neville Longbottom. Placing a weak hand on his friend's shoulder, he gently pushed to wake him.
Neville's eyes fluttered for a moment then focused on Harry, and he sat up alert at once. "What's happened Harry?" Neville asked ominously. Harry gave him a weak smile, "Nothing bad Neville, but I need you to come with me." Neville didn't ask any questions, toed on his shoes and walked behind Harry.
Harry led them out of the Room of Requirements, down a long corridor, turned to a small stair case that lead towards the kitchens and tickled the pear in the portrait to enter. He briefly looked in to find exactly what he was waiting for, and strode in with Neville behind him.
The long butcher block table was slender and ran the length of the room. The warmth of the room was created by the slow crackling of the red flames that burned bright. Two figured, darkened by the shadows stood in the back of the kitchen barely moving and not making any sounds. Neville saw them immediately, tensed and gripped his wand tightly. Harry just looked at him and shook his head. "You won't be needing that tonight, Neville. There are people here to see you." Harry said calmly, feeling the tension flow out of Neville.
Neville looked at Harry with a questioning look, then to the back of the room where the figures started to appear with the firelight bringing their features out of the shadows.
"Neville?" a small feminine voice wavered questioningly. As soon as her eyes fixed on Neville, she ran to him. Squeezing him tight to her, tears flowing out of her eyes in streams. The man next to her gently took them both in his arms and quietly sobbed.
Harry's eyes burned at the sight of such love, and he turned to leave the family to their reunion. Before his hand made it to the portrait his longtime friend barreled him over in a bear hug that only allowed enough air to keep him from passing out.
"Thank you Harry, I know it was you. Thank you." He cried with a choked up voice.
Harry patted his back urgently to get a bit of relief, and as Neville's arms eased, He said, "Not just me Neville, Draco as well." Shock, curiosity and wonder crossed the face of his friend, but he didn't press with questions, just nodded. "Thank him for me will you Harry?" He asked gently. "Of course,
Catch up. I'll see you later." Harry said and left them to their reunion.
Harry wished that his parents had been in St. Mungo's, but he was happy that his friend would get the reunion he deserved. He made his way back to the Room of Requirements, He wanted to sleep, to dream. And he did.
Malfoy Manner
"Bring her." Voldemort hissed towards a tall Death eater on his right.
"Yes, My lord." Crabbe Sr. responded and turned and walked out of the room.
Sitting in a soft black velvet arm chair, Lord Voldemort sniffed his brandy. The room was dark save for a couple of torches that burned a sickly green. Nagini was curled around the base of the arm chair, waiting, eyes piercing. Two other death eaters stood to the left, backs to the tall book cases that surrounded the room. The white marble floor was cool, only broken by several large silk rugs. Other arm chairs were placed in the room at various angles, marking it a library. It was a small library by comparison to most manor homes, but then again it was only the teaching room where the children of the family started their tutoring in magic.
'It will be fitting for her to die here, in her own home, where she used to teach her child.' Voldemort mused. Crabbe Sr. returned carrying a slim woman. She was unconscious, beautiful by all accounts, her hair was dark with streaks of silver blonde, knotted and gnarly as if she had been in a recent fight.
Bellatrix Lestrange glided in behind them, her demented smile so wide she should topple over from the size of it. "She was at an old Black residence in Germany, My lord. Alone." Her smiled wavered then.
Voldemort cast Bellatrix a glance that cut to her soul, and the smile fell immediately and she cast her gaze to the floor.
Voldemort stood, and glided over to Crabbe and the woman he was holding. "Put her on the floor, and stand by the door." Crabbe nodded and dropped the woman unceremoniously to the floor and lumbered to the door, standing as a sentinel against any force wishing to leave.
"Envenerate!" Voldemort said, pointing his wand towards the unconscious woman. The woman gasped, spurted and coughed. "Silentium" Voldemort spoke, effectively eliminating the woman's capacity to make any noise. The gasping continued, but with no noise, only the noticeably fast rise and fall of her chest. She pushed herself up to defiantly meet the Dark Lord's Gaze.
"You are a traitor, a defector, and I will see you suffer for your disloyalty, Narcissa. And I will find your husband and son, they will pay as well." Narcissa set her jaw and stood firm.
Voldemort was more enraged by this display, "Crucio!". Narcissa writhed in silent pain, screams that could not be voiced showed on her open lips, and pain flashed in her eyes. Voldemort held the curse for two minutes then let her go. He stared into her defiant, pain filled eyes. The thrall of his eyes held her immobile. And he searched her mind for the details he longed for. And found other than her hatred of him, the faintest knowledge of a husband and a son, he found nothing else, no memories, no emotions... Someone had removed her memories and he was volatile. "Avada Kadavra!" The body slumped to the floor, eyes open but empty.
"Send word to the Prophet that Narcissa is dead" Voldemort told Bellatrix, still seething. He kicked the body out of his way so he could return to his perch on the arm chair, "And get rid of that thing" he spat, pointing to the body on the Floor.
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