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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note~Thank you everyone for the review's. This chapter is up a little later than I wanted, but had a busy weekend. I did get alot of chapters summerized though, so all I have to do is type them up. There should be a couple more chapters up today. I never though I would have this many people reading this, and the amount of support I have gotten so far blows me away, so thank you so much. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 14

He didn’t know how he ended up in the same place as yesterday morning. Currently standing in the middle of Draco’s chambers, as the ferret circled him again muttering to himself. “Do I really need to be doing this?...I have clothes to wear.” Harry asked Draco; who wouldn’t stop circling, looking like the sharks he had seen once on the television; circling their prey before they pounced and attacked.

“Well considering I burned all your clothes last…”

“You what?... You had no right; those were my clothes…” Draco didn’t even show any remorse, only putting his finger to Harry’s lip to quite him.

“Your right I didn’t have the right…If I could consider those rags; clothes…So since I was doing you a service by disposing of such rags, I have every right.” All this was said with Draco leaning against the doorframe arms crossed, looking down the end of his too pointy nose.

Harry spitting and sputtering could barely get past the embarrassment of having Draco Malfoy going through his clothes, his belongings. Then to tell him it was a service to him; was too much for Harry. “You know what? I don’t need anything from you, I’ll just wear my sleepwear for the day.” Harry stomped off for breakfast, not caring if the git was amused or not.

“Harry, why are you not ready for the day?” Lucius asked, a bemused lift to his eyebrow; that told Harry he knew everything that had happened that morning.

“You would need to ask your pompous ass of a son.” Harry said, while the pompous ass walked in perfect, composed; taking his seat across from him. To his greater shock even giving him a slow wink and smiling.

“Draco, why is Harry still in his sleepwear? He blames you.” Lucius asked his son, still looking far too amused in Harry’s opinion.

“Yes, well since I burned all of Harry’s…Clothes; I guess it would be my fault. But he chose to come down here in his current attire instead of wearing the clothes I would have selected for him.” Draco then turned to his mother, “Mother I think you should get the tailor to come today since Harry refuses to wear anything of mine.” Draco finished his statement, looking like the cat that had gotten away with murder.

Harry was irritated with the fact that Draco was trying to control his life. Harry may have liked the clothes and didn’t want to get rid of them. Although he could admit to that the clothes were awful, didn’t mean he wanted Draco to take the choice away from him. Then to be put on the spot, in front of everyone again; there was only so much Harry could take from the uppity attitude. “When the view” Harry looked at Draco giving him a pointed look, “becomes better and its attitude changes I will return for meals.”

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Tom was running a little late for breakfast, but surprisingly Harry came storming out of the Dining hall; he couldn’t have been running that late. “Harry are you already done with breakfast?” Tom asked quietly.

“No, I didn’t like the company so I decided to not eat.” Harry said looking a mixture of angry and petulant.

“Well in that case since I haven’t eaten yet, we can eat in my personal chambers, before starting your lesson today.” Tom gave Harry what he hoped was a smile, but it was still a foreign feeling to try to portray.

Breakfast was brought by the house elves, amused when Harry looked at them, and then glancing at his own arms. “Hmmm… Looks like this is a good place to start today’s lesson.” Harry looked confused, the question swimming in his eyes. “I know you have a question about house elves, I saw you looking at them.”

“Err.. Yea a little bit, I mean are you the two even related?” Harry asked, still looking uncertain, most likely about his fate; a little encouraging should help.

“Well house elves are a very distant cousin, sort of like chimpanzees are too humans. If humans were smart enough they would have made monkeys their servants. But that is only one of the reasons Elves are better.” Tom could see Harry relax at the comparison, he wouldn’t have wanted to be related that close to any house elves either; although useful they were very annoying.

“Now to you not believing you’re an Elf.” Harry looked down, noticeably uncomfortable, but regardless of what Harry’s insecurities where he had to be made to believe he was the Enrai. “I know after you come into your full power it will bring on the Elven characteristics.” Harry looked up at him, hope coming into his eyes, giving him a tender feeling towards the child sitting in front of him. “All I ask is you hear us out, judge for yourself and in time…What you are longing for will come to you.”

“But…A king? Something wonderful already happened to me once…It doesn’t happen to a person a second time. That’s like lightening striking a person twice…I’m only Harry Potter…”

Tom narrowed his eyes, a rage simmering below the surface brewing from hearing the child speak as if he wasn’t worth the ground he walked on. “No you are not just Harry, you are worth far more than that…And if it wasn’t for the mechanizations of a wizard; than you would have grown knowing it. I cannot take the past away, but I can help you realize your future. As to knowing you are the Enrai, it’s in the color of your eyes. Each family has a certain color that shows who the perspective heir will be.” Using something unique to Harry, should help him understand his place in the world. No one had eyes the same color the child had; brilliant green bordering between a jade and emerald.

“So that is why both Draco and Lucius have the same eyes, and why Draco is called the Malfoy heir? It has nothing to do with who is born first?” Harry asked, the knowledge making him jump from one conclusion to another nearly had Tom jumping in excitement

“Yes, Harry exactly; it also has nothing to do with who is dominant or submissive, the eye color shows, who has the ability and magic needed for such an important role. If you remember Petunia who is older than your mom, did not have the same eyes, as you have inherited from your mother; which are the same eyes as your great grandfather.”

Tom let what was said sink in before continuing; he didn’t want to overwhelm the child, but he also wanted him to understand that this was the role Harry was destined to have. Harry sat their staring out the window for several minutes, where Tom could take a closer look. Harry was small for his age, and his back and forth emotions did worry him some. First Harry would be timid and unsure, then he would be roaring like a lion; it was unstable behavior. With proper guidance, loving adult figures in his life; his emotions should even out. Although Harry looked like his father, Tom believed after his seventeenth birthday he would come into his Elven inheritance and rivaling them all; becoming a beauty of their race.

“Why is it so important for me to lead…to become the Enrai….” Harry said, starting to gesticulate at himself, “I mean look at me I can’t be what you said I was….Why don’t you continue to lead, you have done it for the last fifty years… you don’t need me anymore.”

“That is where your wrong Harry, we need you…I need you…” Tom said in a whisper, he truly needed Harry, he was so tired; holding a position for so long that was never meant for him. “You see Harry, there is a barrier between wizards and Elves, and the only way to get through the barrier is with Elven magic. The reason that The Elves are in the Wizarding World now is because, without the Enrai, then there is no barrier. We need the barrier so we can go back to the free lifestyle we lived before, only coming to the human world to play our pranks, or whatever flights of fantasy we desire.” Tom finished with a soft voice making the concept that an Elf grew up learning about as simple as possible. How do you explain a way of life to someone who never experienced it before?

There was a soft knock on the door where Narcissa walked in. “I am sorry to interrupt, My Lord but the tailor is here for Harry.” Narcissa waited in her grace, her glamour on; Tom was so tired of seeing his people looking like wizards but it was a necessity.

“Harry I think this is enough for one day, you now have a lot to think about. Although I was wondering if it would be acceptable for all Elves in Malfoy Manor were to drop their glamour’s?” Tom asked looking hopeful.

“Ummm… yea… I mean yes.” Harry blushed hiding his face. “I mean I like looking at everyone without their glamour’s… you all are so pretty.” Harry giving his sheepish smile that delighted Tom; before walking from the room.

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Harry tried everything to get out of the appointment, from whining to getting angry. Nothing worked on Narcissa, even letting his eyes get big and pouting; didn’t work. Narcissa only smiled continuing to lead Harry to his doom. Now he was standing on a round stool in front of the tailor, Daile something or other with Draco giving directions on cut, style, and color that would most suit Harry. Harry stood there with his arms crossed, pouting.

“Enrai, if you could remove your clothes?...Please?” Daile the tailor asked in a whiny plea. He would have preferred to swim with the grindelow and merpeople again; then take his clothes off with perfect, gorgeous, Draco watching him. He shouldn’t have said it was ok for everyone to drop their glamour’s, Draco looked even better as an Elf. From his steel colored eyes, straight platinum blond hair; which he started to grow out and didn’t gel back anymore. Draco’s cheekbones were now higher, and his eyes more piercing, add into the mix his pointed half-heart shaped ears, and glowing skin. Even the tailor was pretty, so no Harry was not going to remove his clothes in front of everyone; who would want to see what was under his clothes anyway. Harry didn’t even let the boys in Gryffindor see him naked; waking up early to shower before everyone else was up; they all thought it was one of Harry’s quirks. “My Lord, I can’t take accurate measurements…”

“Come on Pot…Harry, standing there is not going to let the tailor work properly.” Draco said now facing Harry. “He’s really good, and he can have something done for you by tonight.” Harry looked at Draco, and instead of speaking shook his head no at Draco; his fear was starting to climb higher. “Well Harry, if you’re not going to do it on your volition than I’ll do it for you.” Draco waved his hand nonchalantly towards Harry.

Harry didn’t know what Draco had done till he felt the cool air on his skin, and the gasp from Narcissa; looking down Harry saw his body. Fear, shame, embarrassment, all brought tears to his eyes. He tried to avoid looking at Narcissa, but the look of shock on her face making the tears fall in silent anguish. Harry felt fingers on his chin, tilting upwards, trying resist the fingers only made them became harder; with his head up, Harry looked into angry, steel colored eyes.

“Harry who did this to you?” Draco asked the question in a whisper, but in the soft tone Harry could tell he was angry, very angry. What right did Draco have at being angry with Harry; none of this was his fault, so in turn he became angry at Draco.

“Who do you think did this, it wasn’t me?” Harry said tight-lipped to keep from screaming at Draco. The fingers left Harry’s chin, and he was finally able to drop his head back down, hearing the door slam closed, hoping that Draco left. Without his focal point to direct his anger, Harry felt the same and embarrassment creep back in.

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Harry felt a soft blanket enclose his body, Narcissa’s soft voice, “Daile I have a set of clothes that fit Harry, you can take the measurements from that. You are dismissed.” Narcissa then held Harry close whispering into his ear, “Let it out Harry, none of this should have ever happened to you.”

All of Harry’s anger, and sadness from the treatment he had endured, left him that day and ended up on Narcissa’s shoulder, holding on just as tightly so she wouldn’t go anywhere.

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Draco was pissed, to put it mildly. After pacing the halls of Malfoy Manor for some time, his anger hadn’t lessened; only getting worse. Only knowing of one way to exercise some of his anger, he walked to the floo room throwing in floo powder, waiting for the fire to turn green; Draco jumped in screaming, “Dursley residence.”

The disgusting creatures still didn’t know he was there; ignoring him from their actions. Draco noticed that only the woman and her son were there, taking out his wand; some spells worked better with a wand than using wandless Elven magic. With his arm around the blubberous neck of the son and his wand pointing at him Draco made his presence known. “I think it would be in your son’s best interest you call the whale home.” Draco said, every bit of anger he felt could be heard in his voice; how dare these disgusting creatures hurt what was his.

“Y…yes…yes…of…” The woman stuttered out, running to call her husband.

“Now for you quivering pile of blubber, tell me what you have done to Harry.” Draco purred at the muggle boy, although his voice was coaxing, the underling look of menace and steel made the filth Draco held wet himself.

“You disgusting creature, are you trying to infect me? I guess we will play a game instead…” Draco said as he pushed the boy to his knees. Waving his wand casting Immobulus, Draco hung the blubberous boy upside down by his feet. The woman coming back in time to ran after her suspended son, wailing.

“Now we are going to play a game, I ask a question…Then you answer, if your answer is false then you will get two punishments, if it is true, then I may be more lenient.” Draco sneered at the suspended boy, this was going to be fun. “Now I already asked the boy, what he has done to Harry, but has yet to answer, so we will start there.”

“I…I…P..Played Harry hunting” the boy said his bottom lip quivering, tears falling from his fat face. Draco looked up at the boy hanging, disgust rolling in his stomach in waves. “Oh’ that is interesting…Tell me what exactly you would do when you caught Harry?”

With the soothing tone Draco used, calming the boy; he began explaining, “When I caught the freak, I would rough him up a bit…” Draco stopped the boy, not being able to hear anymore. Casting Flagrate, Draco directed the spell to one cheek than the other leaving behind two burnt lines.

The sounds of the boy screaming stopped the woman’s wailing. “I thought you were not going to hurt us if we told the truth?” The woman asked her voice clouding in fear. Draco went to the woman crouching down to look her in the eyes. Letting all the anger he felt come through his eyes for the woman to see, “I never said that, I said I would be lenient if you told the truth. Just think of what your punishment would be if you had lied.” Draco finished with a sneer, getting back up, while the woman whimpered.

“Now to you, what have you done to Harry?” Draco tried coaxing out of the woman, but she wouldn’t answer only whimpering. “Since you will not answer the question I will be forced to punish you.” Before the woman could answer Draco casted a controlled Sectumsempra, from one corner of her face to the opposite corner; then doing it to the other side creating an “X”. The woman screamed; her blood making a pool under her hanging head.

“Petunia, what is going on? Why did you call me, you know I have important work to do.” The whale said coming into house. Still looking for his wife he came into the parlor, face turning red sputtering, “Why you freak let my wife and Dudley go… The head freak said you could never find us…”

Draco looked behind himself at the disgusting muggle, sneered, “Now the real fun can begin.” Draco’s eerie smile making the man go as white as a sheet. “Immobulus” Draco said with his smile still in place as he watched the whale hung upside down next to his wife and son.

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Lucius looked everywhere for his son; his mate demanding that he find him; being concerned about the look Draco had when he stormed out of the appointment with the tailor. Narcissa also explained what had happened, saying it took awhile to calm Harry down before she could even find her husband. Which meant his son had a massive head start; making it hard to find him.

Ordered the house elves to look for his missing son; didn’t help, Draco was not at the Manor, so that only left one place for him to look; the Dursley residence. Once Lucius was within the home, he could smell the burned flesh and blood. Following the smell, he found his son; with all three muggles tied upside down, pools of blood under their heads, burn marks littering their body. When the family saw him, they started pleading for help, Causing Lucius to sneer; stupid muggles, this is what they deserved for hurting his Enrai.

“Draco that is enough.” Lucius said putting his hand on Draco’s shoulder that shook in rage.

“Enough…for what they have done, it will never be enough. Do you know what they did to Harry? He has scars over his back, legs from a whip, and the words FREAK carved into his body. I’m sure if look we can find more....” Draco said starting to hyperventilate as he spoke.

“No it is enough for now, we need these disgusting creatures alive and unknowing…For our plans to work, but when we no longer need them….Well let’s say I’ll come back with you, even help in the retribution they deserve.” He spoke calmly in hopes that his son would see reason, he watched as Draco went to the suspended woman speaking in a tone, that reminded Lucius of himself; proud of his son.

“Remember one day I will be back.” The words out of his son’s mouth even sending chills down Lucius spine.

“Now go back and get cleaned up, I’ll take care of this mess.” Lucius watched as his son left the muggle home with a slight nod in his direction. He knew that his life just got even more interesting, Harry wouldn’t be able to stand an over protective Draco, when he could barely speak two words to his son. Lucius turned around admiring his son’s handiwork before cleaning it up.
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