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I Understand	By : LMG67 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Author Notes
- 2-Revelation
- 3-Grief
- 4-Horror
- 5-Thoughts
- 6-Anger
- 7-Training
- 8-Explanation
- 9-Expressions
- 10-Thinking
- 11-Tower
- 12-Pain
- 13-Seperate
- 14-Questions
- 15-Tears
- 16-In their own words
- 17-Tantrum
- 18-Sorrow
- 19-Darkness
- 20-Light
- 21-Passion
- 22-Breath
- 23-Suspicions
- 24-Iggy
- 25-Fear
- 26-Decisions
- 27-Understanding
- 28-Draco
- 29-Harry
- 30-Fallout
- 31-Accidents...
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TANTRUM

You would think that he would have gone straight to the Gryffindor dorms and slept after a short
side trip to the kitchens and then the shower. You would think that he would do exactly that. But he
didn’t.

No matter how much he stank, or how hungry or tired he was, his feet carried him up to the
Astronomy tower. He really was just too tired to do anything but sit on his favorite parapet and stare
out into the nothingness at something that only he could see. Harry sighed, what the hell was that
anyways, he thought to himself.

That, dear Harry, was desire

I know that

Well, why did you ask then

I didn’t ask, I was thinking to myself

Uh, yeah, of course you were

Leave

No

Why not

I thought you were going to eat, shower, and sleep. Preferably in that order

I changed my mind

We could go to the prefects’ bathroom, you could stare at nothing in a nice hot bath

With BUBBLES

Harry laughed out loud at that and sighing again he got up to leave. Bath it is. Kitchen first, then
bath, then sleep, just like the little voice in his head wanted him to do.

ASS

~`*`~

Two hours later, in different parts of the castle, two boys finally made it to their respective beds.
One, exhausted beyond belief but with an inner calm he hadn’t had in ages, and the other, well, he
was cold and a little angry because the shower just didn’t work like it should have.

~`*`~

None of the eight made it to breakfast that Sunday morning. Each received an owl with a note from
the Headmaster requesting that they each be in the training room at 10:00 am where breakfast
would be served.

Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione made their way to the training room at 9:45 the next morning.
Each was lost in their own thoughts and little had been said since they had woken up. As they turned
down the corridor where the training room was they saw that the Slytherins were coming from the
other end of the corridor, the dungeon side.

As the two groups met at the door to the training room an awkward silence started. No one knew
what to say. Harry deliberately kept his eyes from going to Draco. He didn’t want to see the disgust
in them that he was sure was there last night.

The fidgeting and the covert glances were just beginning to get on everyone’s nerves when the door
opened and the Headmaster peered out. Even in the shadow from the door they could still see the
twinkle in his eyes. He stepped back and motioned everyone into the room.

Harry made sure that he stayed as far away from the blond haired Slytherin as possible.

As he stepped across the thresh hold of the room he gasped in surprise with the others. Gone was
their old training room and in its place was a room that was twice the size. On the wall opposite the
door was the biggest map that anyone of them had ever seen and a table in front of it with all the
correspondence. The map ran from the floor to the 10-foot ceiling and it would change every once in
a while.

To the right of the door was what looked to be a dueling ring with a set of muggle weights and
exercise equipment. To the left of the door was a wide open space and against the furthest wall was a
table that was set up with all the books that had been in here earlier. On the same wall that the door
was on was a display that had every weapon that they could imagine, from daggers to swords, from
spears to arrows.

In short it was amazing.

Smiling the headmaster motioned for them to sit at the table that was set up for them. After they had
sat down the headmaster clapped his hands once and the food appeared on the table. And without
saying a word he turned and left the room.

“Well,” said Ron, “guess we eat.”

The others nodded and slowly and they all began to eat. Ignoring Hermiones look, Harry got himself
a cup of coffee and proceeded to sit back and watch his friends eat. Friends? Were the Slytherins his
friends? Or were they only here because of a common enemy?

Well of course that is one of the reasons stupid. But there are others you know.

Shut up. Not right now!

Testy this morning aren’t we?

Yes, now leave

Fine

Harry sighed and got another cup of coffee. He felt rather than saw that someone was staring at him
but he kept his gaze on the map. He wasn’t in the mood to look at anyone.

Pansy watched as Harry looked every where but at someone. He wasn’t even looking at his friends.
And why wasn’t he eating? She glanced at Draco and saw that he was staring at Harry. She
wondered what had happened after everyone had left this morning. She had glanced back and saw
Draco grab his arm and jerk him around. She was too far away to hear what was said but she saw
Harry’s reaction to whatever was said. Draco had stood there and watched as Harry ran from him.
He hadn’t come back to the dorms for over an hour and then had went straight to take a shower.

Leaning close to him she whispered, “he’s not eating this morning. I wonder why?”

Draco never took his eyes off Harry, “Leave it be Pans.”

“I saw you.”

“So.”

“What did you do to him to make him run away like that?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

Pansy kicked Draco under the table. “Liar.”

Draco turned to Pansy and she caught the full force of the Malfoy Angry Glare. “I asked him a
question. He wouldn’t answer.”

“So, you manhandled him? Please, Draco, did you think that would work with him?”

He didn’t answer he just continued to glare at her.

“So, what did you ask him?” Goyle asked. Draco turned to stare at him with a raised eyebrow. He
just looked back at him innocently; not concerned that he had listened in on their conversation.

“Nothing,” was his sarcastic reply as he turned his attention once again to the dark haired
Gryffindor. He flinched when Pansy kicked him. “Would you stop that!” He growled at her.

“No, now answer Greg’s question.” She said with a big smile.

Fortunately he was saved from answering with the arrival of the Headmaster, all of the teachers, and
some others that he didn’t know.

“Ah, yes, are we through?” Dumbledore asked. With a wave of his hand the food disappeared.

The teachers were gathered around him and were staring at the students. Snape looked tired and
McGonagall looked like she had sucked a lemon up her nose. The other teachers and the Order
members just looked confused.

“Please, everyone find a seat,” the Headmaster said.

As they got chairs or they transfigured themselves seating, the students had a moment to look them
over. Each of them knew Professor Lupin. And only Hermione, Ron and Harry knew Black. No one
knew who the others were.

Only Draco noticed that in the confusion Harry had gotten up and was now leaning against the map
as far away from everyone as he could get without actually being alone. What is wrong with him, he
thought to himself.

It couldn’t have anything to do with you grabbing him now could it?

No

Pansy’s right

What!

You are a liar

Shut up

Of course, Master

Huh?

You know, I think that shower froze some of them brain cells that you haven’t got

Oh go away

Pulling himself together Draco noticed he missed the first part of Dumbledore’s speech. From the
look of things he was introducing the guests. He would ask Pansy later about what the old coot said.
He tuned him out again and returned his stare to Harry. It was obvious that he was still in need of
sleep. The dark circles under his eyes gave him a haunted look, a haunted just shagged look
actually.

He was shaken out of his musings when Harry glanced up and responded to something that
Dumbledore had asked him. The anger radiating from him was palpable. Draco leaned over to
Pansy and asked what they were talking about. She whispered that Dumbledore had told Harry that
he couldn’t go to the funeral.

“I will go,” came Harry’s cold voice as Draco listened once again to the conversation.

“Now, Harry you know it will be a great opportunity for Voldemort to get to you if you go. We can
not risk it.” Was the Headmaster’s calm reply.

“I don’t care, I’m going,” you could tell that Harry was barely holding in his fury.

“Harry,” the black haired man started to say when he was interrupted by Harry’s furious shout.

“STOP!” Harry yelled in a cold dead voice. Suddenly, he could control his emotions no longer and
the anger that he was feeling manifested itself in the only way that it knew how. Power. Pure, wild
power.

The cup in his hand shattered with the force of the magic that he couldn’t control. His eyes glowed a
bright white light and his hair was standing on end. Little sparks of magic were now shooting from
his fingertips. He didn’t hear the screams or the shouts for him to calm down. All he heard was the
Headmaster telling him that once again he wasn’t going to get to bury his family. That he was never
going to have the final peace that comes with seeing a grave and knowing that they are truly gone.

He didn’t care that the books from the table and the papers behind him were now scattered on the
floor. He didn’t care that the force of his outburst had knocked the map from the wall or that the
windows were now shattered. He didn’t know he had done all this and so of course, he didn’t care.
He was too caught up in his anger and the betrayal that he felt. He wasn’t dead inside anymore. He
felt and he felt strongly but it was anger and fear that he felt now, not the grief and love that he
wanted to feel, needed to feel in order to move on.

Instantly everyone tried there best to disappear. Not everyone was successful. Lupin took a book to
the stomach hard enough to slam him against the wall and Snape was hit on the head with a flying
book, dropping him to the floor. Crabbe jumped in front of Pansy and was hit with a chair from
across the room but was unfazed. The others scattered to the far corners of the room trying to get
away from the devastation.

Through it all only Dumbledore and Harry stayed standing.

Calmly, as if nothing at all had happened, Dumbledore said, “You’re not going Harry.”

McGonagall ran to Lupin to help him up, yelling at Snape, who was wiping blood from his face, that
they needed to get out of there now. The other teachers and the Order members ran to the students to
help them get out.

“Everyone out!“ Snape was dazed but still had the presence of mind to get them to leave.

Crabbe grabbed Pansy and Hermione around the waist and carried them out the door. Ron and
Neville, who was helping Goyle to walk, ran to the door after them.

The rest scrambled through the door to safety. On his way out Ron took note of the weapons that
were displayed on the wall and shook at the thought of the damage those items could do. Even
outside the power could be felt building in the room and flowing out the door.

Through it all Dumbledore stood calmly.

Harry’s anger built and as it did the power in the room increased. The pulses of power from his
hands were now coming in waves. Loose items danced in the flow of power like leaves caught in a
whirlwind. The weapons released themselves from the wall and joined the maelstrom.

“They were my family!”

Ceiling beams creaked.

“They died because of me and I will honor them!”

The stones of the floor shook.

“I will not cower from this monster!”

From down the hall, the fugitives from Harry’s outburst turned to see a wave of pure magic flowing
down the hall. The walls rippled, like a sail in a hurricane, in its wake. The wave hit, bowling
everyone to the floor. Even if the physical effects had not stunned them, the realization of what they
had just witnessed would have.

“Harry we can’t afford to lose you. And if you go, that is exactly what will happen.” Dumbledore
said as placidly as he had ever spoken. “As you can see, you have immense power but little control.
Without control, power is useless.”

Draco pulled himself out from under the now destroyed table. “Harry!” Draco gasped out, “If you
go, we will lose you, and they will have died for nothing.”

Harry looked at Draco. The anger, fear and loneliness in his eyes brought tears to the silver haired
boy lying on the floor. Seconds later he slumped to floor unconscious.

They are right you know

Dumbledore, with a faint smile on his face, held his right hand up to should height with his fingers
fully splayed. Slowly and with great purpose he curled his fingers bringing the tips together;
wherein, Harry’s rampant power was encased in the palm of his hand held there by the cage of his
fingers.

“If I can overcome your power this easily, imagine what Voldemort, in all his hate for you, could
do.”

The power in the Headmaster’s hand slowly faded as he lowered his hand. Harry stood in front of his
mentor with his head bowed, shamed. He hurt his friends because he couldn’t control himself. Now
more than ever he needed to be careful. He was such a fool.

Only a fool doesn’t see when they are wrong.

I hurt them!

Yes, you did

I am no better than HE is

Never say that Harry. You are so much better than he is. You waited too long to deal with
your grief and it caught up to you.

“Mr. Potter, please assist Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary.” Dumbledore interrupted his thoughts.

“I...I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Harry stumbled over and picked Draco up. He stopped before exiting the room to look at the
Headmaster. Dumbledore smiled softly at Harry and motioned him from the room. Harry left
carrying Malfoy. He stopped in amazement at the sight of the others getting up from the floor.

“Draco!” Pansy gasped out and ran to help Harry hold the boy up.

“He’s hurt. I have to take him to the infirmary.” Harry choked out. The fear for the boy in his arms
apparent in his face.

“We’ll help you Harry.” Came Ron’s reply and Harry watched as each of the group nodded. He
gave them all a smile before turning to help Malfoy to the infirmary. Snape told the other students to
go to the infirmary to be checked out.

Snape and McGonagall walked, shaking, down the hall to peer around the doorframe into the
destroyed classroom. As the Headmaster was observing the chaos in the room he noticed the Heads
of two of his houses peering around the door like two kids searching for Santa on Christmas Eve.

“Severus, Minerva, please come in.” Dumbledore called as he righted an armchair.

Snape observed the weapons, pieces of furniture, and books protruding from the stone walls with a
look of incredulity. McGonagall looked around with a stunned and unbelieving expression on her
normally calm face.

“What..,” they both started to say.

“Has everyone gone yet?” Dumbledore asked as he surveyed the room.

“Yes, Headmaster. I sent them to the infirmary.” Snape managed.

“Good.” And with that Dumbledore collapsed into the armchair. “That was close,” he sighed tiredly.

“I knew Potter had a lot of power but I didn’t know he was capable of that.” McGonagall said
hesitantly.

“He has more than he was letting on.” Snape said sarcastically.

“He has more than even he knows. If Draco had not of distracted him I would not have been able to
diffuse the situation.”

Dumbledore tried to get up but was unable to make his tired limbs work. “Some help here, please,
Severus?” He asked of his Potions Master.

Snape and McGonagall rushed to help him up. Standing on each side of him they helped him to his
office.

“Let’s get the house elves to clean this up, shall we?” Dumbledore said as they exited the room.

As they got to the Headmasters office, Dumbledore sighed as he slid into his chair.

“I think I need a nap.”

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Don’t you just love powerful Harry. I sure do. Sorry I had to hurt Draco.

Love ya’ll to all readers and reviewers!

Enjoy!

LMG
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