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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 17

Losses

Harry groaned lightly shaking his head as he felt someone shaking his shoulder, trying to get him to wake up, it sounded like Neville, and he sounded pretty worried. That was what got Harry's attention the most. Sure, Neville was a worrier by nature, but he rarely sounded truly worried unless it was something big. For a brief moment Harry had a gut wrenching fear that something had happened to Draco or Tom, and he sat up looking at Neville, demanding an answer for why he was being woken.

“I'm sorry Harry I know you hate being disturbed like this but...” he hesitated and licked his lips, making Harry's worry grow even more, had something happened to Luna? “Professor Dumbledore wants to see you Harry.” Neville decided finally. “He...he has some bad news.” Not Luna then, maybe Draco?

“Neville, whats wrong?” Harry demanded, feeling panic rising in his chest and Neville looked away his eyes closed. “I'm sorry Harry... I really am.” he murmured softly turning and leaving before Harry could even demand what he was sorry for. Harry leaped out of bed, not even bothering to change out of his night clothes. He raced down the halls of Hogwarts, ignoring stares he was getting as he ran, barefoot, to the stone gargoyle, not even bothering to stop and see if it would move out of the way.

It did, thankfully, and Harry raced up the stairs and into Dumbledore's office, slamming the door open, clear panic written across his face. “What is it!? What's wrong!? Is Draco hurt? Is Mott in trouble!?” he demanded panting hard, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting Dumbledore's talking with McGonagall, who hesitated before standing and gently leading Harry to a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

“Harry, nothing is wrong with Mr. Malfoy or Dilder...” Dumbledore promised, looking very grave. “Harry, I need you to answer a few questions first alright?”

“What's going on professor?” Harry demanded, wondering if maybe...Dumbledore hadn't found out that Harry was stabbing him in the back...but how in the world would the man know that!?

“Harry please calm down.” Dumbledore pleaded setting a hand on Harry's shoulder. “Yesterday, the protection spells guarding your home broke. The only person who could have broken them was you, I need to know what happened.”

“Broke? But...I don't understand how could they have broke?” Harry asked, feeling his panic start to diminish into confusion.

“Harry, did you stop thinking of Privet Drive as your home? Or wish the Dursley's dead in any manner?” Dumbledore asked Harry, and then paused for a moment.

“Oh no...oh professor I'm so sorry!! I did, I stopped thinking of it as home. I realized that my mum and dad had left me a house in Gordric's hollow, and that when the war was over I was going to go and live there, where no one would bother me.” He admitted looking horror struck, “Oh my god I broke the protection spells... I have nowhere to live!”

“You can live here,” Dumbledore promised, looking even more grave. “but Harry I...there's something...more.” His words made Harry freeze—completely freeze.

“Professor what's...”

“The Dursley's are dead Harry.” Dumbledore whispered softly. “as soon as the protection spells failed Voldemort took them.” That lying old codger! Harry knew better. Harry knew who really killed the Dursley's! Harry found himself completely incapable of moving however, or even talking. He sat there, trying to digest what Dumbledore had said.

The Dursley's...dead—sure they hadn't been the greatest family ever, but they had still raised him. And Petunia had even stopped being cruel, Dudley had even started being nicer to him. They had stopped hating him; Harry had started connecting with them, like a real family. He swallowed thickly his body trembling as he tried not to break down and go completely insane. Sure he would never really love the Dursley's, but he had started to like them a little.

“How...how did they die?” Harry demanded thickly and Dumbledore hesitated, well aware of the imminent danger that was Harry going berserk in his office, again.

“We're not sure...their bodies...haven't been recovered.” Dumbledore admitted. “Their house...there was nothing left, it was completely decimated. We found an arm...we think it might be your uncle's...” Dumbledore admitted softly and Harry got to his feet so fast the chair clattered to the floor.

“P....please excuse me.” he whispered softly turning to head down the stairs. He didn't want to break down in front of someone, he could feel the horrified tears welling up inside of himself. He had killed someone else. Sure not with his own two hands, but it was still his fault. If he hadn't broken the spells, Dumbledore never would have killed his family, killed the Dursley's.

He paused in an empty hallway, feeling frozen and numb, he couldn't move, couldn't breath, the tears where choking him—he had a sudden urge to simply stop. Stop everything, stop breathing, stop thinking...stop living. He stood there for a long moment, contemplating how he might kill himself when Draco and Tom rounded the corner, rushing over to him. Neville had told them what had happened, Harry didn't need Legilimency to know that.

“Come on, Harry.” Draco ordered softly, taking Harry's arm and leading him towards the stair case, Tom taking the other arm, gently guiding the frozen, numb, horrified Boy Who Lived to the Chamber of Secrets where Harry could have his mental breakdown in private.

They moved into the comfy room, full of comforting colors in reds and blues and bright cheery greens and Harry shuddered, turning to the side and threw up all over the floor, emptying his stomach of the little that had been in there, trembling violently, not even seeing anything. Tom quickly cleaned the mess with his wand, Draco carefully supporting Harry as he led the other to a chair and gently sat him down, Tom rushing over to a cabinet picking out a good strong alcohol and moving back.

“Harry, look at me.” Draco demanded softly, cupping Harry's face with his hands, forcing him to meet Draco's worried silver eyes. “This is NOT your fault, it's Dumbledore's. You can't break down, you can't let him win.” Draco demanded Harry's lip quivering as the tears finally started to spill down his cheeks.

“Harry they were awful to you.” Tom protested, trying to make Harry's stop feeling guilty about the Dursley's death. Draco turned to glare at Tom as Harry burst into sobs, shaking his head hard and knocking the glass of fire whiskey away from him. Tom grimaced a little as he backed up, well aware how violent Harry could get.

“Just go away!” Harry demanded, slapping at Draco who backed up for a moment, waiting until Harry curled up on the couch before moving forward again, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry holding him close so that the older boy couldn't harm himself or Draco as he murmured soft things in Harry's ear. He wished that he could promise that it would be alright, but they all knew that nothing would be alright. Not for a long time.

Harry curled into Draco sobbing wildly. and Tom bit his lip, looking rather upset. Tom knew already that he could not comfort Harry the way Draco could, instead Tom decided to do something else. “I'll be back later,” he promised, causing Draco to look up at the Dark Lord.

“Where are you going?” Draco demanded, looking horrified, and Tom hesitated.

“I am going to go and find Harry's family.” Draco scowled a little and shook his head. “I know it seems unlikely, but Dumbledore won't murder someone who could be useful to him later on. Harry is attached to Petunia, he and his cousin Dudley where starting to get along. His Uncle might actually be dead but I highly doubt that his cousin or Aunt are. I am going to find them.”

Draco hesitated and then nodded. “Do it, I'll tell Harry when he wakes up.”

“But Harry's not asleep...” Tom stated looking confused Draco sighing a little as he gently set his wand to Harry's temple, muttering a gentle sleeping spell looking at Tom.

“Harry is going to hate us both by the time he calms down. I figure it's better if he sleeps it off.” Draco admitted shaking his head gently covering Harry with a blanket. Tom hesitated and moved over, kissing Harry's forehead.

“He's yours Draco.” Tom admitted softly glancing at the blond, Draco turning to stare at him, wide eyed and startled.

“What do you mean?” Draco demanded frowning a little. “Harry hasn't...”

“Harry doesn't love me.” Tom stated simply. “and I'm no good for him, not like you are. You can help him when he gets emotional like this, all I can do is take the brunt of his rage. He's yours... and we all know it.” he stated calmly clapping Draco on the back. “Now take good care of him,” he demanded, heading out the door shaking his head. Harry didn't love him, but he certainly loved Harry.

…...................

Harry slept for almost a full day, curled into Draco, sleeping off the 'crazy' that had stricken him when he learned that his family had died, groaning lightly as his eyes fluttered open, Draco dozing lightly with Harry's head on his lap, the brunette not moving, enjoying laying with Draco, enjoying the contact. Even if he was pissed that he had been forced to fall asleep against his will, it had helped. He sighed softly and slowly sat up, staring down at his hands and licking his lips as he wondered what he would do now. He was homeless, without family.... and, after the way he had screamed at Tom and Draco, he didn't doubt he was friendless too.

“Harry?” Draco asked, his voice slurred lightly from being tired. He rubbed his eyes groaning a little and smiling at his friend. “How are you feeling? Better?” he asked reaching out and gently taking Harry's hand, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles, still trying to comfort Harry who shook his head.

“No, not really.” he admitted. “I feel guilty as hell, I feel sick to my stomach, I have a terrible headache, and I think Tom might hate me.”

“...no.” Draco admitted. “He's gone out to try and find your family. He thinks that Dumbledore has them alive somewhere.” He shook his head. “I hope he's right...he also...sort of said...”

'I'm dropping out Harry.' Tom explained, his voice sounding tired in Harry's head. 'I know that you love Draco, and Draco really loves you too. You need to be together...you're good for each other. I love you, I always will but I can't make you happy like Draco can.'

'I'm sorry Tom, I should have...said something earlier I just...'

'There's no need to explain Harry, I just want you to be as happy as you can be.' Tom ordered, Harry only felt guiltier as Tom smiled and kissed his forehead through their connection before breaking off to go back to doing what he was doing.

“Harry?” Draco asked softly, looking worried again and Harry turned to him, leaning into the blond.

“Draco...I love you.” Harry admitted softly. “I choose you.” he admitted smiling a little. “I always chose you, even before you asked me to consider you...I was fooling myself thinking my love for Tom and my love for you were the same.” he smiled a little and looked up at Draco, hesitating a moment before pressing their lips together. He kissed him gently, feeling comforted and loved as Draco wrapped his arms around the Boy Who Lived. Harry smiled a little as he pulled back, his eyes fixed on large purple orbs that hid Draco's silver, making Harry chuckle.

“Congratulations Harry. You now have a Seraphim for a boyfriend.” Draco teased using Aramithrial's voice making Harry chuckle a little.

“No, I have a Seraphim for a lover.” he purred pressing himself into Draco, kissing him again. They were not seen for many more hours as they bonded, and explored each other, and then simply held each other, basking in the wonderful afterglow of....er, love.
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