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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 18

Vacation

Harry couldn't help but sigh as he headed into the castle, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around. There was no one in sight, no teachers, no students, not even a ghost. The ghosts were downstairs, throwing their own sort of Christmas party, all of the students had gone home, and all of the teachers, save one or two, had left to visit family. Harry was, for the very first time, all alone on Christmas.

He hadn't let Draco or Blaise know how upset he was about all of this. He had laughingly joked and teased all the way to the train, he'd seen all of his friends off, giving Luna a kiss on the cheek and teasing Neville nonstop about having to go to his grandmother's with a pregnant lady. Now they where gone, and Harry was alone, completely alone. Harry hated being alone.

He sighed again and headed up to the founder's quarters, but even Gordric and Salazar had left to visit other portraits of old friends. Harry had sent his house elves out to have fun jokingly informing them that if they were there when he got back, he was going to give them clothes. So they where gone too, and that left Harry with no one... and even worse he couldn't seem to focus on anything else.

He shook his head hard, pulled over several sheets of paper, and started writing letters again, looking for the Heir of Merlin, and trying to make connections all over the world. He signed some papers Harry Potter, and others Lord Fox—some papers even went to the same person, searching out followers for both Harry Potter and Lord Fox. Keeping busy helped, but after a while even that got to be too much for the lonely Golden boy. He sighed and stood up, running a hand through his hair, and headed back out into the hallways of Hogwarts, shaking his head as he wandered the halls—trying not to think, trying not to feel. He wasn't sure for how long he wandered, numb and trying to be uncaring, but it must have been quite a while.

“Mr. Potter.” A voice behind Harry made him jump and spin around to face the Potions professor, who was looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “What are you doing down here?” Harry had wandered into the Dungeons without realizing it.

“Sorry Professor, I was just....thinking,” he admitted shaking his head. Snape shook his head as well and set his hand on Harry's shoulder and steered him deeper into the Dungeons and into his personal quarters.

“Thinking about things you probably shouldn't be thinking about, hmm?” Snape asked offering Harry a surprisingly comfortable chair. "I'm surprised you're here, I would have thought you would be out with one of your friends.”

“I would have thought so, too.” Harry admitted sighing a little. “Neville's house is too crowded, Blaise's mother is ill, and Draco's mother refuses to have me in her house.” he shrugged. "There is no way I'm going to the Order of all places I get enough of that shit here...er.. sorry.”

“To quote Dumbledore. 'I have temporarily gone deaf, and therefore I have not heard anything'.” Snape chuckled a little.

Harry smirked a little accepting the cup of tea that Snape offered, and then sighed a little. “I didn't think that I would be alone this Christmas...it's harder to accept than I expected.” he admitted closing his eyes as Snape nodded.

“I know what you mean, this is the first Christmas since Sirius died.... it was going to be our third Christmas...He wanted to go to America, to see the Grand Canyon.” He admitted looking amused before sighing a little as Harry grimaced a little and nodded.

“You really miss him don't you?” He asked softly, “I do too.” Harry admitted running his fingers along the wood of the table next to him. “This is the first Christmas that I'm alone.” he added before pausing. “Well, I thought I was alone. I thought you were at the Order with everyone else.” He shook his head a little, looking amused.

“I should be.” Snape acknowledged, sighing a little. “I'll probably have to go soon...but, I don't want to go there, not when Sirius isn't there anymore...” The older man sighed a little. “I think we both need lessons on how to cope with being alone.” He shook his head slightly. “Or therapy.”

“I think therapy would be the easier course, but there is no way I'm talking to a stranger about the fact that I'm running a double life.” Harry commented, shaking his head. “nor am I going to tell anyone about...”

“About Dumbledore being a murderer? About how he's using the world like a pawn? About how Tom Marvolo Riddle was set up?” Snape smiled a little and shook his head as well, “I can understand you being unwilling to talk about such things.” He admitted. “but you really should, find someone you can trust, if you have to come talk to me.” He advised simply. “Draco I'm certain, would be willing to listen to you.”

“I'm sure, but I don't want to worry him.” Harry said, looking a little upset now. “besides, how do you tell the person you love, that life almost isn't worth living?” He asked tipping his head back. “Honestly, if it wasn't for Draco, I would have killed myself by now,” he admitted softly. “It's hard to focus on anything but the fact that...that I have no idea what I'm doing, that I'm fighting a war that I can't win, and that I'm so depressed when Draco's not here that I can't even drag myself around.”

“You're that depressed?” Snape asked, looking startled, his eyes wide before scoffing softly. “of course you're that depressed...” He stated softly shaking his head a little. “Wait here for a moment, I have something that will help.” He stood up and headed into the other room, coming back with a vial of light green potion. “here, it's a combination of Pepper Up potion and a Love potion, it will help get your spirits back up when you find it hard.”

“...What will it do to me?” Harry asked, examining it closely biting his lip a little.

“Not much, it just makes you happier.” Snape admitted smiling a little. “you have Draco to help you...I have this.” He admitted lifting his own vial of green liquid. “It's non addictive, I made certain of that. And you only need to take it when your feeling blue...it really does help. Take it with you. It only takes a sip so try not to take too much or you might get overly giddy.”

“Alright.” He agreed giving it a swirl before setting it into his robes. “I take it you have to go now?” Harry asked his head tilted a little, feeling a little more depressed as Snape nodded.

“Yes, before Dumbledore floo's in here to make sure I'm not dead,” he admitted, sighing a little as he stood up. “Stay here for as long as you like, but don't touch the potions.”

“No, I'm going to head back to my room.” Harry decided. “I think I might get drunk for a little bit and then go to bed and wait for everyone else to come back.” He looked a little lost as he headed out into the hallway. Snape bit his lip as he watched Harry leave, before heading into the fireplace as Harry slunk back into the Founders Quarters to hide from the world.

“This is the suckiest Christmas ever.” Harry muttered, flopping onto a couch, pulling a bottle of Sweet Rum out from under the cushions, examining it for a moment before uncorking it. “Cheers to me.” Harry stated simply, taking a long swallow before he let the tears start to travel down his cheeks. He sighed a little as he abandoned the Rum, he didn't feel like getting drunk after all. He felt like crying, he wanted to cry, and, since there was no one there to see him, he decided to let go and cry.

He fell asleep on the couch, with tears drying on his face. There was no telling how long he had been asleep for, but when he woke up there was a small pile of Christmas presents laying on the floor in front of him, delivered by Owls and by House Elves alike. Harry rubbed his eyes and started digging through them, sorting them out to keep himself busy, so he wouldn't think about being alone.

He got a dragon hide jacket from Fred, and dragon hide pants from George, he got the usual sweater from Mrs. Weasley and a pile of candy. From Snape he got a small pendant with Sirius and Lupin on one side, and a picture of Lily and James on the other, all four of them smiling and waving at him, making Harry smile as well. Hermione had given him several old books of defensive and offensive magic. Charlie and Bill even sent him something—Charlie sent him some dragon hide boots and gloves, giving him a complete outfit, and Bill...Bill's made Harry smirk. It was a silver and white mask, carved into the shape of a grinning fox, painted glamorously. With the dragon hide, and the fox mask, Harry now had the perfect disguise to use when he decided to show himself as Lord Fox.

Neville and Luna sent him gifts as well, Luna sent him a small silver snake bracelet, and Neville sent him a ring with a small emerald placed in the middle, both of them with a note saying that it would 'come in handy'. Whatever that meant. Fenrir sent Harry a werewolf claw pendant, which Harry hung on his necklace next to the other pendants he had gotten from his friends. By the time he had finished opening his presents he felt much better, and set about writing thank you notes to everyone, refusing to take notice that Draco, Tom, and Blaise had not sent him a gift. They would probably deliver them in person.

He grinned a little and glanced over at the small pile of presents he had yet to wrap and groaned a little running a hand through his hair. “Damn...” he had to wrap all of those things himself, and he had to find a present for Bill and Charley too. He got to work, wrapping everything up, looking around for gifts, and nearly jumping out of his skin when two arms suddenly wrapped around Harry's waist.

“Happy Christmas Harry.” A familiar voice stated, making Harry go red with horror and spin to punch Tom in the arm.

“Riddle you scared the hell out of me!” Harry complained as Tom laughed and nodded motioning to the doorway where a smiling Blaise and Draco where standing.

“Happy Christmas.” The two chorused with bright grins, both of them bouncing over to Harry and dumping a present into his arms. “We thought it would be nice if we came to see you during Christmas...” Draco was cut off by a kiss, making Blaise and Tom offer them wolf whistles and jeers. Harry just offered them the middle finger as he broke the kiss, grinning brightly.

“This is awesome!” Harry declared, grinning happily as he thrust their presents into their arms, looking as ecstatic as a person could get. Draco gave Harry a silver sword with an emerald gem in the hilt and the promise to teach him how to use it.

Blaise gave Harry a fox fur cape, to complete the Lord Fox image, and it was so soft under Harry's fingers that he decided he was going to sleep on it, it was just so soft and comfy, but it was Tom's gift, that pleased Harry the most, if he was being honest. It was a small, slender rose colored snake that was about two feet long and no wider than a pencil at it's thickest point.

“It's wonderful! What is it?” Harry asked beaming at Tom who smirked a little.

“It's a snake of course, it can detect poisons, and they're wonderful conversationalists on those days when you don't value human company. It's only a baby, in about five years it will be almost as big as Nagini, or so I've been told.” He told Harry, smiling a little. “This snake, is very special.” He admitted poking her tail the snake turning to stare at him. “She can spit poison almost ten feet.”

'Eleven,' the snake corrected turning back to Harry. 'And I can understand human tongue, not just English, but french, Spanish, Russian, German, and Ancient Wiccan as well.'

“Ancient Wiccan? What is that?” Harry asked looking startled his eyes wide his head tilted a little.

“It's the ancient language of Wizards. It's what we spoke, before we integrated into muggle society.” Blaise informed him. “I have a few books written in Ancient Wiccan. They're back from before Merlin's day, and are a pain in the ass to translate.”

“I bet.” Harry commented, grinning as he carefully looped the rose colored snake around his arm, smirking a little. “You guys are the greatest!” He declared pulling all three of them into a tight hug grinning happily. “God I love you guys.”

They laughed and Draco shook his head. “Alright Mister Emotional, lets get this party started!” He decided, Harry laughing as the three of them snuck down to the kitchen and partied with the house elves, stuffing themselves silly and having all the fun they could. It was Harry's greatest Christmas vacation ever.
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