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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 17

Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi. Thanks, woman! You're the BEST!

Landing at the station in Hogsmeade, Lucius held tightly to Harry, making sure he was well. As they had Apparated many times by now, Harry was doing better with it. Though, on days like today, when he didn't feel well, it was something he still had issues with. After a quick check that told him though not feeling the best, Harry was fine, Lucius was pleased to hear the Apparation crack that told him Narcissa had arrived as well. Looking at her, he said, “I believe Minerva said Hagrid was supposed to meet us here to take all of us across the traditional way?”

Narcissa was about to answer, nodding, when the half-giant appeared.

“'ello, Narcissa, Lucius.” Stopping, he looked at the young man Lucius was holding and smiled. “'ello, Harry! Ready to go across to the castle?” Though having been told how sick the young man was, he was startled and disheartened to see how tiny he was. Shaking his giant head, he said, “The boats are ready when you are!”

Giving Harry a pat on the back, Lucius asked, “Are you ready to go?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Harry nodded, clutching tight to Lucius, looking at Hagrid. There was something familiar about him but he couldn't place what it was.

Seeing the nod, Hagrid told them, “Follow me, firs' year!” Then he led them down to the dock. Helping Narcissa into the boat first, then Lucius, as the man was still clutching onto Harry, he then seated himself and the boat was off.

After casting a warming charm on Harry's clothes when he saw him shiver a little, Lucius pointed to a place in front of them and said, softly, “Watch right there. You'll see something spectacular in a minute.”

Looking where Lucius pointed, Harry waited, excited, fidgeting around. As they rounded the bend in the water, his eyes widened and he grinned as he got his first glimpse of the castle. It was awe inspiring, like something out of a fairy tale. “Brilliant!” He breathed, unable to take is eyes off of it.

Smirking, remembering seeing the castle for the first time himself, Lucius nodded. “That it is!” Feeling the young man shiver, he asked, gently, “Are you still cold or is it just excitement?”

“Both,” Harry told him, eyes locked on the castle as it came closer.

Sighing softly, knowing this wasn't a good sign and Harry would probably get sicker before the night was out, Narcissa conjured a blanket and wrapped it around him. “If you feel too ill, let us know. Severus will have some of your potions waiting if you need them. Those will help you get through the night.”

Snuggling down into the warm blanket, eyes still locked on the castle, Harry just nodded, too excited to say much of anything.

Stepping out of the boat, being careful as he carried Harry, Lucius waited for Narcissa then began to ascend the stairs that led to the area outside the Great Hall. Just as they passed through the door, Minerva met them.

“Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Potter,” she said to the young man, smiling a little. Giving Lucius and Narcissa a nod, she clasped her hands in front of her. “It's my understanding that you want a tour of the castle before the rest of the students get here.”

“Hello, Professor,” Harry told her with a nervous smile. “And I do, please! I would like to see it since I won't be able to attend this year.”

“I believe your guardians can take you around,” Minerva nodded, still smiling at the young man. The smile for her was more to hide her shock at how small and sick Harry looked. Nothing Severus had told them could have prepared her for this.

“Thank you, Minerva,” Narcissa said with a nod and smile. “Before we do, though, can we have Severus take a look at him? He's not feeling the best today and is still running a fever.”

“Of course,” Minerva nodded, looking concerned. Waving them to follow, she led them into the hallway around the Great Hall where she had seen Severus. Seeing the man approaching, she waited.

Grinning at Severus as he came up, Harry said, “Hello, Professor Snape!” Unable to help himself, he chuckled at that since he was used to just calling him by his first name.

“And we see each other again, Mr. Potter,” Severus smirked, looking at the young man. “You are behaving, aren't you?” He asked, eyebrow arched.

“Of course!” Harry grinned back.

Smiling at the interaction, Narcissa told Severus, “The fever just won't stay down. He's—well, he's not feeling good.”

With a sigh, Severus nodded. Taking the young man's temperature, he shook his head when he saw it was still high. “When was the last dose of painkillers?”

“When we got home from seeing Draco off,” Narcissa told him. “Harry doesn't want to take them unless he has to so he isn't too out of it or tired for what's to come.” She explained softly.

As that was anticipated, Severus nodded. Actually, he was pleased with it as it meant he could give the young man a mild form of Pepper-Up potion to help get him through the ceremony. Pulling out the potion they were using for the fevers, he waited until the young man took it to hand over the other. When he was finished, making the normal face at the taste, he explained, “That should hold you until the Sorting is done. After that, I have some others to give you.” Seeing Harry nod, he then smirked and said, softly, making sure Minerva heard, “I do believe that Professor McGonagall would be happy to transfigure your hat into a wig for the ceremony.”

Remembering what Severus said about the poor lad having no hair, Minerva gave a firm nod. Holding out her wand, she said, “It would be my pleasure.” Looking around at the adults, she asked, “What color was his hair and what was it like?”

“James,” the three adults said, looking amused.

“The same color and sticking up all over just like his,” Severus told her, smirking slightly.

Smiling faintly, Minerva nodded, looking at the boy. Transfiguring his hat into a wig, she made sure it was just how she remembered his father's being. Conjuring a mirror, she held it up so that Harry could see. “Is that close, Mr. Potter?”

“Perfect!” Harry said, grinning at his reflection. “Just how it used to look! Thank you, Professor!”

Pleased, Minerva nodded.

Patting Harry's back, Lucius said, “How about we take you for the tour now? By the time we finish, it should be about time for the train to pull in.”

Nodding, Harry just grinned at him, excited to see the castle.

Nodding to Minerva, Narcissa and Lucius headed towards the stairs with the young man. “I think we should start at the top and work our way down, don't you?” Narcissa said to Harry as they ascended the stairs.

Watching them go, Minerva lowered her voice and asked, “Is he going to make it through the ceremony?”

“He'll make it,” Severus told her, watching the three go. “He's determined. However, it's going to take about everything he has and he may need help.”

“He can walk on his own, I assume?” She asked since she hadn't seen Lucius put him down yet.

“Yes, but he's weak. That's why Lucius carries him most of the time. Once he is Sorted and is seated, he should be fine,” Severus explained.

Sighing, Minerva shook her head, watching the three.

Sitting on a chair Professor McGonagall had conjured for him in the area where the boats docked, Harry was waiting, though not very patiently, for the rest of the first years to show up. This way, he could walk in with the rest of them. Glancing at the stairs they had to go up, he wondered if he could make it on his own as weak as he was feeling, but figured if he couldn't he could lean on Draco. He was excited, really excited about this, and couldn't wait!

Just as he was starting to fidget around, impatient, the first of the boats pulled in. Grinning, he stood, holding onto the chair, as the students exited. Scanning the faces as more of the boats pulled in, he waved to Draco when he saw him.

Spying Harry, Draco hurried over to him, motioning Ron and Blaise to follow. Grinning, the first thing he said was, “Harry! You have hair!”

Laughing, Harry said, “Professor McGonagall transfigured it for me from my hat! Brilliant, isn't it?”

“It is! First time I've seen you with all your hair!” Draco laughed. Quickly, he introduced Blaise and Ron to Harry, smirking when they were eyeing the famous scar. He was about to explain their plan to get Ron into Slytherin with them when Professor McGonagall appeared and started her normal speech to the first years.

After she finished, when everyone was starting to climb the stairs, Draco asked, keeping his voice down as they waited, “You going to be alright climbing, Harry?”

Sighing, looking up the stairs that seemed to be the height of a mountain, Harry told him, “I think so. I better lean on you, though.”

Looking determined, Draco nodded, “Right! We can do that!” Looking at Blaise and Ron, he said, “Let him lean on one of you, too. It'll make it easier on him.”

Stepping up as they reached the stairs, Ron said, “You can lean on me, Harry. We'll go slow.”

Putting a hand on Draco and Ron's shoulders, Harry nodded then began to climb, panting as he did, starting to really sweat once more. His legs were already feeling weak, so this was a little more difficult than just regular walking or standing.

Watching the students as they moved up the staircase, Minerva kept a close eye on the four boys at the bottom. Brow furrowed as she watched Draco and the youngest Weasley helping Mr. Potter climb, she asked, quietly, “Are you going to be alright, Mr. Potter?”

Keeping his eyes locked on the stairs so he didn't trip, Harry nodded, “I'm fine. I just need a little help and am slow.”

“Take your time and be careful,” she told him softly, moving the students already at the top towards the doors.

After what seemed like forever to him, Harry finally made it to the top. Shaking, he whispered, “I think I better keep leaning on you for this or I might not make it.”

“No problem,” Draco told him firmly. “Ron and Blaise will be Sorted after us. You can lean on them when it's my turn. Right?” He asked the two, looking at them. Hearing them reply in the affirmative, he said, “Nothing to worry about, Harry.”

Sweating profusely, legs shaking, Harry nodded, hoping this went fast because he wasn't sure how long he would be able to stay standing.

Seated at the staff table by Severus, Narcissa and Lucius were watching the first years file in. So far, they hadn't seen Harry or Draco, but weren't concerned about that, assuming they would come in towards the end because Harry was slow when it came to walking. Talking quietly to Severus, they finally spied the two coming in last with Harry leaning heavily on Draco and the Weasley boy.

Watching the two come in, Severus frowned at what he saw. He was right; it was taking everything Harry had to make it this far. Leaning over, he whispered some instructions to Poppy then told Lucius and Narcissa, “I'm going down to wait for him to finish to give him the next dose. Hopefully, Minerva can hurry this along.” Seeing them nod, looking concerned, he excused himself and went down to wait by the door.

Seeing his mother and father at the staff table, Draco gave them a nod to let them know everything was fine so far. “Not much longer, Harry,” he whispered, glaring at everyone that seemed to be giving them odd looks.

Nodding, holding on tightly to Draco and Ron, Harry didn't say anything. Already, his legs were shaking slightly and he needed to lean on the two more than he would have liked. He would make it, though. He promised himself that.

Watching the four at the end of the line, Minerva was determined to move this along as fast as she could. She wanted to keep it to the tradition of alphabetical order, but would fudge that if she saw Mr. Potter was having any more problems than he already was. After her normal explanation of what to do, she called out the first name.

Grinning, Draco whispered to Harry, “And here we go! Remember what we planned!”

“I will,” Harry told him, looking determined.

After what seemed like forever, Draco's name was finally called. After making sure Blaise came up so Harry could lean on him, he gave Harry a glance then a thumbs up and made his way to the chair.

Standing there, watching, Harry couldn't help but grin when the hat put him in Slytherin almost before it was fully on his head. Giving the grinning Draco a thumbs up as he made his way to the Slytherin table, Harry stiffened when his name was called. Whispering softly, he said, “I'm sorry, I need help walking up there.”

Nodding, hearing all the loud murmurs at the mention of Harry's name and seeing people standing to catch a glimpse of him, Ron said, “Alright, no problem. Ready, Blaise?”

“Ready,” Blaise said, sounding determined.

Slowly, feeling like every eye in the hall was on him, Harry made his way to the stool. It was with great relief when he finally sat down, sure his legs were about to give out. Seeing Ron and Blaise step back as the hat was put on his head, his face took on a determined cast before he told the hat, “Slytherin, please!”

Chuckling, the hat replied, “So, you're Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy already told me I have to place you with him.”

“I have to go with Draco!” Harry told the hat, sounding determined. “He helps me and is my friend. Professor Snape is one that helps take care of me, so I have to go with them!”

“You are very loyal, Mr. Potter. You would do good in Hufflepuff! And there are plenty of brains as well. Yes, you would fit right into Ravenclaw! Oh, the courage though! So much of it! And brave. It's been many years since I've seen someone that has as much of both as you do.”

“Slytherin, please,” was all Harry said, focusing on that with all his might.

“Yes, you would fit right in Slytherin as well. You are a tough one, Mr. Potter. Very hard to choose where to put you,” the hat chuckled. “However, I think I know what to do here.” Rip at the brim opening, it called out, “Slytherin!”

Unable to help himself, Harry grinned from ear to ear, looking over where Draco was, seeing the same kind of grin there. Feeling the hat lift off his head, he was wondering how he was going to make it to the house table, ignoring the gasps and murmurs the announcement was met with when he saw a smirking Severus there. Taking the man's arm when it was offered to him, he stood on shaking legs, giving Ron and Blaise a thumbs up. Leaning against Severus as he was led to the table, he said, “I did it!”

“Indeed you did,” Severus said softly, helping Harry towards the table and the beaming Draco. “How much begging did you have to do?”

Chuckling weakly, swiping at his sweaty forehead, Harry told him, “None. Just a couple pleases was all.”

“Good,” Severus said, not sure what to say as he was more concerned about how Harry looked and how heavily he was leaning on him, not to mention the shaking. Though not wanting to carry the boy to the table, he was pondering doing just that. “Just a little ways further then you can sit down,” he encouraged softly, glaring at anyone that seemed to be openly staring at them.

Nodding, focusing on the grinning Draco, Harry kept moving in that direction.

Finally reaching the table, Severus had some of the older students move down then helped Harry sit, shaking his head when the young man had to actually lift his one leg with his hand to get it over the bench so he was straddling it. Crouching down, he pulled the potions out of his robes and sat them on the table then cast a couple of diagnostics. The fever caused by the potions was still there and just as high, something not helping at all. Giving Harry the potions to take, he said, looking at two of the Prefects to make sure they were listening, “After the feast, stay seated. Lucius and Narcissa will take you down to the dorms. I don't want you trying to walk.” He was about to go on and explain it to his Prefects how he wanted this handled, when his head came up and whipped in the direction where the Sorting was going on when it was announced that Ron Weasley was put into Slytherin. Astonished, he looked at an equally astounded Minerva. It was then he heard the snicker from Draco.

Looking at his godson and seeing the grin there, then Harry grinning as well, he smirked himself before lowering his voice then asked, “I'm gathering you had something to do with this, Mr. Malfoy?”

Grinning at Severus, making room for Ron at the table by him, Draco just nodded.

“Well, I get not only a Potter, but a Weasley. It will be most interesting, that's for certain,” Severus said, shaking his head. Already, though, he was grinning internally at the visions of Molly and Arthur's faces when they heard their youngest had been placed in his house. Quickly, he explained what he wanted done to his Prefects and told Harry, “Eat as much as you can, it'll help,” as Blaise was put into Slytherin, ending the Sorting.

Nodding, Harry lifted his other leg with his hand to get it over the bench and leaned a little against Draco. Looking up at the head table, he saw Lucius and Narcissa, both smirking, obviously pleased and gave them a grin then a thumbs up. Oh, this was perfect!

Taking a seat at the staff table once he was done, Severus was about to explain to Lucius and Narcissa what was going on when Albus said his name softly. Looking at the headmaster, he waited.

“Is he going to be alright, Severus?” Albus asked, concerned, looking at the young Mr. Potter as he leaned against Draco Malfoy. He looked horrible and was obviously having big problems.

“He'll be fine,” Severus told him with a nod. “He's not feeling the best, but will make it through the feast. How much beyond that, I don't know. We're going to have to give him something for the pain and the fever. That will probably put him to sleep for the rest of the night.”

Looking at the ill young man, shaking his head sadly, Albus stood then announced the start of feast.

After putting some food onto his plate, Severus leaned over to Lucius and Narcissa then explained the plan. Smirking, he whispered, “Mr. Weasley in my house was your son's planning.”

Amused, looking at the four boys sitting together at the table, Lucius said, “Well, I suppose I better get use to the fact that my son and Harry are going to be friends with the Weasley's, won't I?” Glancing around at the other tables, he smirked bigger seeing Crabbe and Goyle at the Hufflepuff table, then Parkinson at the Ravenclaw one. “However, considering who you didn't get, a Weasley isn't much to put up with.”

Glancing around, knowing who Lucius was referring to, Severus smirked. Lowering his voice, he said, “There is that. It'll be much easier without those three to keep an eye on.” Leaning over closer to Minerva, who was seated next to him, he whispered, “I may now have one of them, but you still have the twins. I believe that I got the better end of the bargain!”

“You did,” Minerva told him, snorting softly, trying to keep a straight face. Looking at the twins, seeing them standing and waving to their brother as well as the three seated around him, not looking at all upset by the Sorting the way Percy did, she chuckled softly, “I would lay odds that those two helped as well.”

“No doubt,” Severus commented, taking a sip of his drink, eyes drifting back to his table. Already, the four boys were talking amongst themselves, grinning and laughing a little. Harry was joining in, but it was obvious that he was worn out. Though eating, the young man appeared lethargic, more picking at the food than consuming it. That made him sigh internally. He would send off a report to Harry's Healer tonight so the man knew what was going on. However, he was pleased Harry had managed to pull this off. There had been plenty of doubts going in whether he could manage without help. It also was one more thing that told him how determined Harry was when it came to many things. That was something that would only aid them in the future!

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