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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 18

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When all the food finally vanished, Harry was leaning heavily against Draco, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, no doubt there. Though trying to listen in to not only what was said around him, but what Professor Dumbledore was announcing, he couldn't quite manage. The only odd thing so far was the professor in the turban, he couldn't remember his name, made his scar twinge. As it wasn't nearly as bad as how his back was hurting right now, he ignored it. Though he did whisper that to Draco, who told him emphatically that he had to tell Lucius when they left the castle, something he promised he would do.

Having dozed off leaning against Draco, despite not wanting to, Harry was startled by the noise of everyone starting to stand and Draco giving him a gentle nudge. Blinking rapidly, rubbing his eyes, he looked around to see everyone leaving. Looking over at the boy introduced to him as Marcus Flint when his name was said, he waited to see what he wanted.

Looking at the obviously ill first year, the Prefect said, “We'll stay here with you until Professor Snape arrives so you can lean on Draco.” Right now, there was already some murmured speculation among the older students as to what was wrong with Harry, but nothing had been said too loudly yet. They assumed that Professor Snape would explain it soon or that Draco would say something, so they were going to wait.

“Thanks,” Harry mumbled, sitting up straighter, wincing as he did. He grinned slightly as the twins walked by, waving and saying hi to them as they made their way out of the hall. Snickering at the other redhead that passed by giving Ron an evil look, he asked, “Is that Percy? He doesn't look happy.”

“Yeah, that's him.” Ron snorted, shaking his head. “There's nothing he can do, so I'm not worried about it.”

“He gives you grief, tell us, Weasley,” Marcus said, firmly. “I don't care if he is your brother, we don't put up with that. Neither will Professor Snape.”

“I will,” Ron nodded, pleased with that little piece of information.

“The twins don't seem to have a problem with where you went,” Draco grinned, looking at Ron.

“I didn't think they would,” Ron laughed, shaking his head. “They are all for causing chaos, after all.”

“The hat put you with us, that's all that matters. If Percy doesn’t like it, he can take it up with Professor Snape,” Marcus told him firmly. Yes, it had been a shock to all of them to get not only Harry Potter but a Weasley, however the hat didn't put you where you weren't suited. That meant they were in Slytherin for a reason and the snakes protected their own.

Smiling a little, Ron just nodded.

“Mr. Flint is correct, Mr. Weasley,” Severus said as he stepped up to the bench. “He can take his displeasure up with me and not take it out on you. Don't hesitate to say something if he gives you grief over it.” Looking at Marcus, he said, “You can go ahead and lead the first years down to the dorms. We'll take care of Mr. Potter.”

Standing, Marcus said, “Alright you lot, follow me.” He then began to lead them off to the dungeons.

Standing, grinning at his mother and father then giving Harry a pat on his shoulder, Draco trailed after Marcus with Blaise and Ron.

Crouching down by Harry, Severus looked at him. Sighing, he said, “I'm going to give you some more potions then Lucius can carry you down to the dorms. Do you need the pain killer as well?”

Though grinning a little as he looked at Lucius and Narcissa, Harry nodded then sighed, “I do. My back really hurts. Can I wait to take it though until I see the dorm?” He knew that minutes after he took it, he was going to start to really fall asleep and he didn't want to miss anything.

After casting a couple basic diagnostics that the Healer had taught him, Severus frowned at the readings. Tone distracted, he said, “We can wait if you want to. However, we're going to have to give you something a little stronger than normal for some of this.” Glancing at Poppy who was standing by Narcissa, he instructed, “Take Narcissa down to my lab. There are three potions on stasis there. The instructions for them are by the cauldrons, as are the ingredients. There is one I need the last couple ingredients added to it.” Giving the name of the one he needed, he said, “Narcissa has helped me brew it before over the summer, so she knows what to do.”

“I'll take care of it, Severus,” Narcissa told him firmly. Putting a hand on Harry's head, she rubbed it then smiled, “I'll see you shortly.” With a nod to Lucius, she followed Poppy, steps determined.

Handing over the potions, watching the shaking young man take them, Severus stood. “Lucius can now take you down to the dorms as he knows the way.”

Scooping up Harry, being careful of his back, Lucius said, “Come, Harry, let's go see your house. You'll like it.” Feeling the young man rest his head on his shoulder, he cast a warming charm on him, knowing from the shivering that he was cold.

Looking at the elder Malfoy, Severus told him, “I'll be down in a few. I want to check the potions before I come in.” Quickly, he imparted the override password to get the man in.

Nodding, Lucius walked out with Harry. Once alone with the young man, in view of the fact that the halls were empty as students were all headed for their dorms and the normal start of term speeches and instructions from the Heads of Houses, Lucius muttered, “You did it, Harry. Narcissa and I are proud of both of you.”

Grinning and nodding, giving Lucius a squeeze, Harry told him, “I didn't even have to beg! Draco and Blaise helped get Ron in too. They like him.”

“Friends you make on the train and at the start of the year tend to be some of the best you ever have,” Lucius schooled gently. “I have a feeling the four of you will be close.” Walking along, Lucius pointed out some of the more interesting landmarks to Harry, explaining what some of it was.

When they reached the entrance to the dorms, he saw the Prefects waiting there with the rest of the first years. Eyebrow arched at that, though pleased, Lucius stepped up closer.

Giving a respectful nod to the powerful Malfoy patriarch, Marcus explained, “It's traditional for all first years to come in together, so we were going to wait for Harry.”

Liking that, Lucius nodded then motioned for the young man to get on with it.

Giving everyone the password, the door then opened and Marcus led them in, explaining where everything was and pointing to where the dorms were. Stopping, he said, “Wait a few before going in. Professor Snape always has something to say before you start to settle in.”

Standing by his father, looking at the walls that were actually windows revealing what was beneath the water of the Black Lake, Draco grinned then looked up at Harry. Not sure what to say, he just grinned at his friend. Harry, grinned back, though was looking like he was fighting to stay awake.

Stepping into the common room, Severus launched in to his normal start of term speech, giving the rules, what was expected of his house and other important information. He stopped, however, when he glanced at Lucius. The first tendrils of steam were starting to come off Harry. That wasn't a good sign. Holding up his hand, he walked over to Lucius and looked closer at the shivering young man. Shaking his head, he said, “Take him to my office, not the lab. I'll be there in a minute. Some of the potions are already waiting there as is Poppy. She knows which order to give them in.”

Nodding, patting the now dozing off Harry gently, Lucius made his way in the direction Severus had come in from.

Looking down at Draco, he said, “I'll ensure you get to say goodbye before he goes.” After seeing the young man nod, he looked around at the rest of his house. Clearing his throat, he sped through the rest of his set speech then explained, “As I'm sure all of you can easily see, Mr. Potter is very ill. The Headmaster will explain more fully tomorrow at supper what is going on with him, but I will impart that he won't be attending classes as he's too ill to do so. No, this is not him getting preferential treatment, that I can assure you. It is because, as you can see, he's not fit enough to carry a full class load, let alone be able to get around the castle. He is, however, a member of this house. I expect you to remember that. Despite events of the past, he is to be treated just like any other member of Slytherin. I'm going to remind you of something you should all know, something Mr. Flint told our first years before they left the Great Hall; the hat puts you where you belong. Mr. Potter was placed in Slytherin. That's all there is to it. Keep that in mind for not only yourselves, but when others in this school may grouse about the placement. He's well aware of what it means to be in this house. Mr. Malfoy can attest to that for you. That is the same with other placements here that may have shocked you. We protect our own and always have. Keep that in mind.” Scanning the faces and seeing the nods, he then said, “If our Prefects will show the first years to their dorms, I'll be back shortly to talk to them.” With another glance around then a nod, he swept out to attend to Harry.

Watching the Professor go, Marcus asked Draco, “What's wrong with Potter? He's with your dad, so I assume you know.”

“Harry has cancer,” Draco told him, hearing gasps at that. Shaking his head, looking determined, he said, “He's getting better, he just sick still is all.”

“You know him well, don't you? I mean, your dad is carrying him, “Gemma Farley said quietly.

“Harry is my foster brother,” Draco said smugly, grinning a little. “And he is great. Mother and father took him in this summer.”

Eyes widening, Gemma said, “Oh! That's unusual! So, he lives with you?”

“He does,” Draco told her firmly. “He'll be attending Hogwarts when he gets better. He just can't right now because he's so sick. It's nothing to worry about. He's got the best Healer there is and Professor Snape is the one that makes his potions.”

“That explains the placement in Slytherin,” Marcus chuckled. “There is no way being around you lot that Harry wouldn't go here.”

“Exactly,” Draco said, grinning at him.

Looking around, seeing several nods of understanding, Marcus said, “Alright, first years, follow Gemma and me. We'll get you to your dorms and show you where everything is.”

After another look at where his father disappeared with Harry, Draco then trailed along, talking to Blaise and Ron as he did.

Stepping into his office, he was pleased to see Poppy handling what was needed. Narcissa was already there with the potion that needed to be finished, talking quietly to the very sleepy Harry. Moving closer, he asked, “He's been given the ones I left?”

Straightening up, Poppy gave a firm nod, “He has. Narcissa has the other. We waited on the pain killers to see what you said as we're not sure which ones you want to give him.”

Pleased, Severus nodded. Taking the potion Narcissa had finished brewing, Severus gave it to Lucius for him to give the young man. Looking over the readings Poppy had taken, he pulled out two of the pain killers he felt would be best suited. Handing them over, he said, looking at Lucius and Narcissa, “I'll add this to the report and send it out. I'll also send out a couple more doses to you tonight in case he needs them.” Glancing at the young man, he shook his head, “He probably won't. I imagine he'll sleep for most of the night as worn out as he is.”

“Probably,” Lucius nodded, looking down at the young man he was holding.

“We have to go to Honeydukes before we go home,” Harry managed to slur out, rubbing his eyes. “Draco needs chocolate.”

“I think we can wait until tomorrow,” Narcissa told him gently, smiling a little. “We'll make sure he gets them, Harry.”

Opening his eyes and looking at her, Harry said, “Please? I want to make sure he gets them.”

With a soft sigh, Narcissa shook her head, smile growing. “Alright. We have to be fast though.”

Grinning a little, Harry nodded. Leaning his head back on Lucius' shoulder, Harry shut his eyes.

Conjuring a blanket to cover the shivering young man, Severus stood. “Let me go get Draco. I assured him he could say goodbye. Besides, it'll ease his mind that Harry is fine.” Seeing the others nod, he headed back to the dorms.

Stepping into the first year's dorm, Severus stopped cold and looked at the massive white stuffed dragon by what he was sure was Draco's bed. Giving a sigh and shaking his head as he looked at the grinning Draco, he asked, “Let me guess; your mother had something to do with this?”

Grinning bigger, Draco nodded. “Of course! You know mother! Well, her and Harry.”

Looking at Falkor, who was blowing smoke rings in his direction, he just shook his head. “Why am I not surprised?” Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, sure he was going to be on the receiving end of several smug looks from Narcissa, he then said, “Your parents are leaving with Harry. I've come to get you so you can say goodbye to him.”

Quietly, Blaise asked, “Can Ron and I say goodbye as well, Professor?”

Looking at the two boys there, Severus thought it over then nodded. “You can. It'll only be for a minute as Harry needs to get home and to bed.” Motioning them to follow, he swept out of the dorm then explained, “If you ever need me in the middle of the night or it's an emergency, this is the way to my quarters.” Leading them through the hall, he stepped into his office then gestured for them to move forward. “Draco has come to say goodbye, Harry,” he told the young man softly. “Blaise and Ron did as well.”

Eyes drooping open, Harry waved to them and grinned a little, “See you later, guys.”

Stepping close, pressing a note into his father's hand, making sure no one saw him, Draco said, “Get some rest, Harry. I'll write tomorrow when classes are over.” With the shape Harry was in, he wasn't sure he would remember to tell his father about the bit with his scar and Professor Quirrell, but knew that he needed to know.

“Okay,” Harry nodded, looking down at him. “I'll write tomorrow too.”

“We will as well,” Blaise said firmly. “Right, Ron?” He asked, looking at the redhead.

“Yup!” Ron told him with a firm nod.

Pleased with that, looking at the boys, Lucius stood, pocketing the note, planning to read it when he got home. “Harry needs to rest so we'll be going. Behave for Professor Snape, Draco,” he said to his son, putting a hand on the back of Draco's head and giving it a soft rub.

“I will, father,” Draco nodded. “Get some rest, Harry.” Stepping back, he smiled at his mother when she rubbed his head then watched them walk out. As he had seen Harry like this before, he wasn't worried. Looking at the other two, he said, “Come on, let's go back and get settled in!”

Nodding, the other two trailed after Draco, heading back to the dorm.

Walking into the entrance hall with Harry, Narcissa and Lucius stopped by where Minerva and Albus were standing, waiting to see what they wanted.

“Hagrid is waiting for you outside with one the carriages. We thought that best rather than you walking,” Dumbledore explained, looking sadly at the sick young man.

“It will be, thank you,” Narcissa nodded.

“He's going to be fine?” Minerva asked quietly.

“He'll be fine,” Narcissa assured her with a small smile. “It's nothing we haven't been through with him before. Mostly, it's he's tired now and in pain, nothing more. Severus gave him something for it, so he'll probably sleep for the rest of the night.”

“If you need help, don't hesitate to contact us,” Albus told them sincerely. “We'll get Severus as quickly as possible and cover any time he needs to be away.”

“We will be in touch if we need anything,” Lucius told the man, trying to be nice though not liking to interact with Albus as he was sure there was something else behind it.

“We will let you get him home then,” Minerva said quietly, smiling at them.

With a nod in their direction, Narcissa and Lucius walked out. After going down the steps, they walked over to where Hagrid was standing with the carriage. About to step into it, Lucius was stopped by Harry's voice.

“Those are strange looking horses,” Harry commented unevenly, looking at the two harnessed to the carriage.

Sighing, a sad look on her face, Narcissa rubbed the young man's head. “Oh, Harry,” she said softly. Smiling a little at him after a glance to Lucius who was shaking his head, “They aren't horses, they are thestrals.”

“They are a little spooky, but beautiful in their own way,” Harry commented, looking at the winged creatures.

“'ere, you can give them a lump 'o meat if you like,” Hagrid told the young man, holding out a small bit for him, looking sad.

Taking it and holding it out in a shaking hand for the skeletal looking creature, he grinned a little as the thestral took it. “They are different,” he commented.

“Tomorrow we'll show you what they are in a book,” Lucius told the young man, wondering who it was Harry had seen die and wondering if it might have been his parents. That's what he was hoping as he wasn't apt to remember the incident.

Nodding, shutting his eyes, Harry let his hand drop when the thestral finished eating.

“Let's get going,” Lucius said softly, stepping up into the carriage. Pleased to see a blanket there, he tucked it over the young man and waited for Narcissa.

Settling in beside the two, getting comfortable as the carriage started to move, she commented, “We'll get to Honeydukes and do that quickly then get you home to bed. Besides, I'm sure that someone is anxious to hear just what house you went into.”

Not opening his eyes, Harry grinned, nodding. This had been about the best night of his life!

Landing in the front hall at Tom's, Lucius looked at his lover, who appeared to have been waiting on him, smirking.

Seeing the look on Lucius' face, Tom grinned. Looking at Harry, he asked, “Well, don't keep me in suspense; which house?”

Eyes fluttering open, Harry looked at him then grinned, “Slytherin!”

Stepping closer, putting a hand on Harry's head and giving it a rub, Tom grinned back, “See? I told you! Now, let's get you to bed.”

Yawning, Harry nodded, eyes sliding shut again.

After getting Harry settled into bed, while Narcissa fussed over him and he had finally gone to sleep, Lucius pulled the note out from Draco. Reading it, brow furrowed, he passed it over to Tom. Looking at the sleeping young man and rubbing a hand over his face, he commented quietly, “That's not good.”

Looking at what Draco had written, Tom then glanced at the sleeping young man on the bed. “No, it's not. We'll ask him tomorrow about what he remembers then go from there. After we figure out as much as we can, I'll get the information to Severus. It's something he needs to know.” Leaning back, folding his arms over his chest, watching both Shenanigans and Nagini curl up to the young man, he said, “I was wondering if Harry's first year wasn't going to bring the other one out of hiding. I bet it has. I'm also going to bet my magic that Dumbledore knows just what is going on, or at least part of it. That is something we need to know.”

“We'll pass on everything we can to Severus and go from there. Maybe he can figure out what's going on or, at the very least, keep an eye on the situation.” Lucius commented as Narcissa came over and sat down by him. Passing her the note to read as well, he sighed, “At least Harry is out of it, mostly. When he will be in the school, we'll be with him. That will only aid matters. No one is apt to try anything with Narcissa or me around.”

After folding the note back up, Narcissa handed it back to her husband, shaking her head. “Draco is going to need to be warned. It was obvious to everyone that saw us that Harry is with us in some way. That means the maniac might focus on him.”

“We'll give Severus a heads up, Narcissa, never fear. You know he's more than capable of keeping Draco safe. And Draco has a good head on his shoulders. He knows to be wary of what is going on,” Tom soothed.

Nodding, knowing that was true, Narcissa sighed. “I just wish it had waited a couple years. Then—well, the two of them would be better capable of defending themselves.”

“That's probably why it's happening now,” Tom imparted. “He has a better chance. However, he doesn't realize some things and we can capitalize on that. Keep that in mind.”

Though not liking that the mess was already starting, Narcissa nodded. She just hoped that they could figure out what was going on before they were all drawn into it!

Looking at the owl she had received from Percy, Molly's eyes were wide and she was stammering. “Ron—he's in Slytherin! He was sorted into Slytherin!”

Reading over what the twins had sent, Arthur nodded distractedly. Finishing quickly, hoping to get all the information he could before he had to deal with his wife, he looked up then said, “Fred and George said that Ron was sitting on the train with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, that the three had seemed to have become friends. They say the two are very nice and they liked them.”

Hand fluttering to her mouth as she read more of Percy's letter, Molly was shaking her head in disbelief.

Glancing back at the letter, Arthur said, “That little boy with—well, you know, the sick one,” he explained the best he could when he couldn't seem to say it. Seeing his wife look at him and nod, he said, “The twins say that is Harry Potter. He's with the people we saw him with, as in they are taking care of him. He went into Slytherin too. They say that Ron, Draco and Blaise helped the poor young man to stand up and had to assist him in even getting to the chair to be Sorted.”

Brow furrowed, Molly looked at her husband and asked, “As in The Boy Who Lived?”

“The same,” Arthur told her with a firm nod. “Fred and George wrote that the four of the lads seemed like they are becoming fast friends, getting along well.” Stopping, he looked at his wife and said, gently, “Molly, they are eleven. I doubt there is any evil intent here. Draco and Harry were talking to Ron before they got on the train, you saw that. Even Lucius and Narcissa said nothing about it. You know them, if they had problems with the situation, they would have made it clear. Besides, it's like we've always told our kids; the house doesn't matter! This might do Ron good. He'll be away from his brothers and not have to worry about many things. If Draco has taken to him, very few are going to think to try to torment him about so much. That will help.”

Nodding, taking that in, still looking at her husband, Molly didn't know what to say. “We've always been in Gryffindor,” she finally managed to get out. “It's almost a time honored tradition.”

“And sometimes traditions need to be bucked and for things to change,” Arthur soothed. “It doesn't matter, Molly. Fred and George may be a trial to put up with and a challenge to deal with, but we both know they are a good judge of character. They both said that they liked Draco and Blaise, that the two boys seemed very nice. Part of what they said is they spent some time in the compartment that the boys were in talking to them. One of the things they wrote was that Draco was very nice, laughing and joking around with them. You saw what he was like on the platform.”

Thinking that over, Molly nodded. Both of the boys were very nice and polite, talking with Ron. Sighing, she shook her head, “It's just such a shock, I'm sure you understand. As you said, they are eleven. Maybe we just need to give it a chance.”

Smiling, knowing he had gotten through to his wife, he nodded. “Let's see what Ron has to say with his first owl then go from there. We don't like people judging us by first appearances so we shouldn't do that here, don't you think?”

Nodding firmly, Molly sat the letter down. “You're right. We don't judge. Let's see what happens and go from there.”

“We will,” Arthur said with a knowing nod.
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