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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: I'm finally here with the epilogues. Please pay attention: the Truth ending will have one epilogue and the Lie chapter will have two epilogues. Also, on my fanfiction profile, there is a poll where you can vote whether or not you would like a sequel to the Truth ending or not

Thanks to the following reviewers: Morbid_and_Sexy (a lot of people liked that one); cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this chapter

Chapter 15: Epilogue of The truth

11 years later…

"Dear daddy

Classes are amazing! It's so cool to finally learn magic for real! The students here are nice too, though I get the feeling that the ones of Gryffindor don't really like us. But you warned me about that, so I guess I should have expected that.

Anyway, I'm really enjoying the lessons. The teachers are all very nice, though Professor McGonagall is very stern and Binns is so boring! I have to try really hard to stay awake during his lessons, but I'm not the only one who has that problem. In a few weeks we are going to learn how to fly too! Although it won't be that difficult for me because you taught me that already!

I have made two friends already: Stephanie and Leo. Stephanie is a bit of a know it all but she's very sweet and friendly. Leo is a bit lazy though; Stephanie and I wonder how he always completes his homework on time.

The lessons are going well too, though I like Potions the most. Professor Malfoy says I have a knack for potions and that if I keep my studying up and keep doing my best in his lessons, it won't be hard for me to be the best of his class. He even says I'm better than some fifth years, can you believe that, daddy? I, a first year, am better than some fifth years!

Anyway, I have to go back to my homework. I see you at the parents' meeting, daddy.

I love you, daddy! Say hi to uncle Remmy and Siri from me!

Love

Caelyn

P.S. I wrote another letter for papa; will you send it to him?"

The letter was placed back on the table and a flyer with the seal of Hogwarts was picked up.

"Dear Mister Potter

The staff would like to invite you for a meeting with the teachers to talk about the progress of your daughter. For a few years already we do this every semester and it has taught us that parents like to be involved with their child's education.

Therefore we would like to invite you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to talk about your child's progress with the teachers and the Head of the House, on Friday 25th of October at five p.m.

We hope to see you there

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry"

The flyer was placed next to the letter and Harry sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. It was Wednesday now, two days before the teacher meeting. Of course he would attend, but he would have to talk to him. He had no choice and couldn't even avoid him, because he was his daughter's Head of her house. With his luck, of course Snape would have resigned before his daughter arrived at Hogwarts and in his place he was instigated as the new Head of Slytherin.

"A letter from Caelyn?" Remus' voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up from the kitchen table.

He nodded and smiled faintly. "Yeah, she says she's enjoying her lessons."

Remus picked up the letter and his amber coloured eyes flit over the text, his eyebrow raising when he reached a particular part in the letter. "It seems she hasn't inherited your talent for Potions." He murmured and placed the letter back.

"No, it seems not." Harry agreed.

Remus took a seat right across from him. "Apparently she likes him." He continued carefully. "Have you told her …"

"No, I haven't." Harry interjected with a grimace. He was reminded of the moment when Caelyn was seven years old and she had come home sad from the wizard kindergarten. When Harry had asked why she was sad, she had asked him why all her friends had two parents while she only had one. It had taken everything in Harry to not cry when she had asked him that particular question. He had expected she would one day ask him that, but he hadn't been prepared for it when the moment was there.

After some thinking, he had told her that her papa was far away and that he wouldn't come home for a long, long time, but that her papa loved them both very dearly and that someday he would be back home. Caelyn had been confused at first as to why her papa wouldn't be home for a very long time, but was assured when she heard that her papa loved her. Then she had started a tradition that was still going on even to this day and that made Harry's heart clench every time.

"So papa really loves me?" Caelyn asked and her big emerald green eyes looked hopeful.

"Yes, sweetie, your papa really loves you." Harry replied with a lump in his throat and hugged his daughter.

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Can you send letters to papa?" She suddenly asked.

He stared at her bemused. "Why do you ask …"

"Cause if you can, can I write letters to papa? So that he won't be lonely when he's away?"

Her earnest face had made it very hard for Harry to not collapse and tear up. "Of course you can, darling. I'm sure your papa will be really happy to read your letters." He said softly after he was sure his voice wouldn't crack.

She had beamed happily and had rushed off to her room to start writing her first letter. The next day she had given it to Harry, folded up with a drawing of a kiss on it.

Harry had never sent the letters. Every letter that she wrote, was kept in a special box in his nightstand, locked with heavy spells. He felt like a bastard for doing that to his daughter and for lying to her, but he couldn't sent those letters. It hurt him every time to see his daughter writing a letter to her papa, but he didn't want to discourage her. He couldn't bring himself to destroy the letters so he kept them safe; not wanting to send them but not wanting to destroy them either."

"Don't you think she's going to notice the similarities eventually? What if he tells her?" Remus asked softly.

Harry pursed his lips and looked out of the window. "He won't do that. That's the only thing I trust about him." He said bitterly.

"Don't you think she deserves to know who her father is?"

"And what if she asks why we're not together anymore?" Harry turned towards him angrily. "What do I have to tell her then? That she's the product of a rape? That I can't even remember having sex with her father? That he lied to me for months? I don't want her to think that she wasn't welcome. The way she was conceived was horrible, but I'm still thankful that I have her. She doesn't need to know what happened between her father and I."

Remus sighed and rubbed his neck. "You know that I'm on your side, cub. I will never forgive him for what he has done to you, but there will come a day when Caelyn wants to know why her father doesn't ever come home. And eventually she will notice how much she looks like him. What are you going to do then?"

Harry looked down and kept silent.

A chair was pushed backwards and footsteps halted next to him before a hand squeezed his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Just think about it, okay? I don't want either of you two to get hurt." Remus whispered before he left the kitchen.

Harry clenched his fists and bit his lip. He knew that that day would come. He couldn't keep telling her that her father still wasn't home. He realized she deserved the truth, but … He wasn't really ready to tell her about it. If he told her, her father was her head of the house, she would want to get to know him. She would want to spend time with him and she would wonder why they weren't together anymore. Was it horrible of him to keep her father's identity a secret? Was it horrible that he was afraid of her knowing who her father was?

Narcissa had brought up the topic a few years ago, asking him softly what he would do when Caelyn wanted to meet her father. He hadn't been able to give her an answer back then, and he couldn't do it now either.

It had been hard to raise her on his own. Of course he had had the help of Sirius and Remus, but he didn't want to keep relying on them. There were times when he was so tired of it all, of doing it all alone and knowing it was his own fault that he was doing it alone, that he did nothing but cry at night when Caelyn was finally asleep. The first few years of Caelyn's life had been the hardest of them all. Her first word, her first step, her first laugh, her first crawl … It pained him that Draco hadn't been there to experience those things with him, but he had made his choice. He still loved him even to this day. He had tried to stop loving him, to start hating him …

Merlin knew how hard he had tried, but he had never been successful. Draco had betrayed his trust, had hurt him deeply, but for some reason he couldn't let go of him completely. Even until this day he was still mourning the loss of their relationship. Their life could have been beautiful, but fate had other plans for them. Harry still cursed himself out for casting that spell in the first place. He still wished he had never done it. Living in ignorance had been better than knowing the truth.

But he had a daughter to take care of and so he had pulled himself together, even though it had been hard. He had raised his daughter as well as he could, always trying to be the perfect parent for her. If he couldn't give her two parents, he wanted to make sure she was at least happy with him alone. When she was old enough to go to the wizard kindergarten, he had started to study to be a Mediwizard and two years later, when Caelyn had been six, he had gotten his degree and had started to work in Saint Mungos. His head of the department had been nice enough to give him hours that were the same as Caelyn's kindergarten so that he could be there to pick her up when she was done with school. When she was older, Harry had taken on more hours, but still was home at seven p.m. the latest.

He had tried to date other men, but he had quickly given up on that when he realized that his heart was never wholly into it. Well that, and not many men were eager to date a young man with a daughter.

And then came the moment that Caelyn got her letter for Hogwarts. Harry's heart had bled when he had waved her out on the first school day, but he rationally knew they could still exchange letters and they would be seeing each other again during the Christmas holidays and now during the parents' conference too. She was sorted into Slytherin and had therefore surprised everyone who had expected her to land in Gryffindor due to who her dad was. But Harry knew there was a high chance she would be in Slytherin. Not only had she shown early on how cunning she could be if she wanted to, she had a Slytherin father and he himself had almost been sorted into Slytherin. Of course he had reassured her in his first letter that he was proud of her and that it didn't matter in which house she was. It really didn't. For all he cared she could have ended up in Hufflepuff. As long as she was happy, he was happy.

He had nearly fainted from shock when he had received the second letter of Caelyn, in which she gushed over Potions and how nice her new Head of the House was. Her new Head of the House who was Draco Malfoy. Who also had taken over Potions from Snape.

He hadn't known how to feel about that little fact. His daughter and her father were in the same school and she didn't know it. Harry didn't doubt one second that Draco knew who Caelyn was. If her last name wasn't enough, then her blond hair and sharp cheekbones were enough to make him recognize her even though he had never seen her before.

He had felt sick the whole day after getting her letter. He had been afraid that Draco would tell Caelyn who he was to her, but so far her letters didn't indicate that that had happened, for which Harry was grateful for. He still didn't know how he should tell Caelyn that her father was her own Head of the House.

"Merlin, this is so fucked up." He whispered and stared blankly at the letter.

He didn't feel ready to meet Draco again after eleven years, but he didn't have a choice. He just had to make the meeting with him as short as possible and then he could go back home again, pretending that nothing had really happened.

25th of October

"Have a nice evening further, Mister Lewton." Draco smiled politely and shook the stern looking man the hand before he left.

With a groan, Draco collapsed in his chair behind his desk. God, he loathed these evenings. Most parents didn't cause trouble and didn't argue about their children's school results, but there were always those who refused to believe their child was anything but incredibly intelligent and waved every concern about certain courses away.

With a sigh, Draco picked up the list to check who he would talk to next. He almost choked on his own spit when he noticed the next name: Harry Potter.

He stared faintly at the list. Of course; how could he have forgotten that? He was going to meet Harry again after so many years. His eyes started to water a bit.

As soon as he had heard the words 'Caelyn Potter' spoken out loud during the Sorting ceremony he had been in shock. There she was finally, in front of him. His daughter Caelyn. She had skipped towards the Hat and after a brief moment, the Hat had declared her a student of Slytherin, shocking the whole hall and teachers. His daughter was sorted into his House.

During dinner he had studied her as inconspicuously as he could. Her long blonde hair, that was the perfect copy of his, was slightly curly and reached the middle of her back. She had a slim nose, full lips and big emerald green eyes that glittered in excitement. She had a slim figure and moved around with a grace that she had to have inherited from her grandmother Narcissa.

She was the perfect mix of them both. She was as shy as Harry, but warmed up to others quickly and was always willing to help others in need. However, when she thought someone had been unfair to her or her friends, she clearly showed why she had been sorted into Slytherin.

She was smart, did well in all her lessons and even excelled in Potions for which Draco was very happy.

However, she didn't know who he was. All she knew was that he was her Head of the house and the Potions' professor. He had been tempted to tell her who he really was, to see how she would react to him being her father. As far as he could gather from his mother's tales, Harry had never told her who he was, only that he was far away from home. His mother had been his only source of information about his daughter and ex-lover. He felt like a masochist for listening to her stories whenever she came back from a visit to Harry, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed every tad bit of information he could get over his family, like a starving man needed food.

He had pondered many nights if he should tell Caelyn the truth, but quickly realized that in doing so, he would lose any tiny chance he could still have with Harry. He suspected Harry wouldn't appreciate it at all if he told Caelyn he was her father, so he kept quiet, even though it hurt him to see her in his class and in the dorms, knowing that he could never show her how much he loved her because she didn't know the truth. And that hurt him. A lot.

He still cursed himself every day for lying to Harry like that and hurting him. If he could have, he would have gone back in time and changed everything. Well, that wasn't exactly true. He didn't regret having his daughter. She was the living proof of them two together and he would never regret that. He only regretted the way she was conceived.

A knock on his door startled him and his head shot up, his heart started to beat wildly. "Yes, please, come in."

The door went slowly open and in stepped the man who till this day still hold a tight grip on his heart and who would be the only one he would ever love for as long as he lived.

"Good evening." Draco managed to produce without stammering. Harry still looked the same as he remembered. Still the same shaggy black hair, still the same brilliant emerald green eyes that regarded him warily, still the same slender built. It seemed like not a day had passed since they last saw each other.

"Good evening, Professor Malfoy." Harry greeted back coolly and stiffly accepted the hand that Draco had offered without thinking.

They both took a seat.

"Well, there's not much I can say about Caelyn." Draco began, trying to be as professional as possible. He couldn't fuck this up now. This was the first time in eleven years that they had talked – he didn't want to screw up now. "She's a brilliant student, exceeds in Potions and is on her way to become first in Defence against the Dark Arts too. She hasn't landed in any trouble to my knowledge; she's made quite a few friends already … There's comes nothing to my mind that I think she can improve on."

"That's good to hear." Harry murmured and accepted the sheet of paper on which the temporarily marks were written down, based on the essays and performance in class. "She mentioned that she liked Potions in her letters."

"Really?" Draco asked surprised and managed to hide a satisfied smile. So she did inherit more than some of his looks alone then.

For a short moment that at the same time seemed agonizing long, Harry focused his attention on the paper, trying to ignore the stare he was subjected to from the man he hadn't seen in eleven years.

"You raised her well." Draco broke the silence nervously and he hold his breath when he saw Harry's shoulders stiffen.

"Thanks." The black haired man replied after a short awkward silence. "Did you, did you ever tell her …"

"That she's my daughter?" Draco smiled humourlessly while Harry tensed up further. "No, I didn't tell her. I figured you wouldn't want that. Does she know …"

"I told Caelyn her father was away from home for a long time." Harry interrupted him brusquely. His hands clenched around the paper and made it wrinkle.

"So there's no one she calls her father now?" Draco blurted out and then could smack himself for asking that. It wasn't his business if Harry had found someone else or not. Harry had clearly stated they were done, but somewhere, deep in his heart, he had hoped Harry wouldn't find anyone else. It was horrible to hope that, after all, he did want to see Harry happy, but it was so hard to imagine that someone else would be able to make Harry happy while he couldn't. He had never asked his mother if she knew anything and she didn't say anything about that subject.

"No, there isn't." Harry replied brusquely and then stood up again, placing the paper back on the desk. "Now if you don't have anything else to say about her marks or her education in general, then I'm leaving. I promised her I would visit her before I went home." With that said, he quickly made his way to the door.

"Wait!" Draco shot up from his chair, a sudden burst of hope and courage flaring up in him. To his shock, Harry actually stopped and turned to look at him with a frown on his face. "Can we – can we come together to-to talk?"

Harry's mouth tightened and he looked conflicted.

"Just to talk, I swear." Draco hastened to say, looking hopefully. "I-I just want to talk, please, Harry?"

It was silent for a long time. It got to the point where Draco just wanted to give up and say he could leave, feeling the claws of a depressive mood reaching up to him. What had he been thinking? That Harry wanted to talk with him? After what he had done to him? He couldn't believe he was such an idiot.

"I'm free tomorrow at three thirty. You can meet me in that little pub next to Olivander's in Diagon Alley." Harry's soft voice suddenly sounded and before he could say anything in response, the dark haired man left silently, closing the door softly behind him.

A smile began to tremble on his mouth. Harry wanted to talk to him. They would meet up tomorrow.

He understood what kind of sign this was: Harry was willing to give him the chance to talk and depending on how their conversation went, maybe he would even agree to meet up again. Hope flared up in his chest.

Maybe they would still get their happy ending. He only had to work hard for it. And that was something that was worth fighting for.

AN2: So what did you think of this ending? I'll leave it up to you to decide what happens next ;) Unless I do decide to start on that sequel to this, that has been brewing in my imagination.

Hope you liked it and please leave a review for the last time :)

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