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I'll Be There For You	By : Kalendral9 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor make any money from the creation of this fiction, I'm just borrowing JK Rowling's awesome characters

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Chapter 2: Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Hermione came back with what looked like a tin cup and a scroll. Sitting down behind her desk she gestured with the scroll, “This is your file, you hand it to Raven and only Raven when you arrive at your destination. This cup is your portkey. The password is Paddy’s Place. If you have any other questions please feel free to speak to Raven or myself.”

Draco glanced at the portkey with a little trepidation. His entire future now depended on Granger and a person named Raven.

“Granger, I…” Draco began uncertainty. “Um… thank you.”

Hermione smiled, “It’s no problem, Draco. It’s what I do. Like I said, we are no longer in school.”

Draco stood and picked up his son. Taking the two items from her he gave her a hesitant smile and holding the portkey tightly in his hand said, “Paddy’s Place.”

With a tug at his navel they disappeared. Hermione stared at the spot where he stood and sighed.

“I hope you can handle him Harry.”

***

Draco appeared in an entryway amid brightly lit lamps. The first thing he heard was the screech of children’s laughter from somewhere ahead of him. Aiden clutched his father’s hand tightly as three children came racing down the hallway, ages ranging from age five to seven.

When the three of them saw the newcomers the oldest child, a girl, ran back the way they came call out, “Raven! Raven someone’s here!”

Footsteps were heard coming from up the hall and a dark head poked around the corner. Vibrant green eyes peered from behind rounded glasses. Draco gasped as recognition crossed the other’s face. The same look was plastered on his.

“Potter!”

“Malfoy?!” Harry Potter exclaimed, coming into the hallway. He was wearing simple jeans and t-shirt, and Draco could not help but notice how… um… nice… uh… HOT, Potter looked.

Harry gaped at the blond. “Hermione didn’t tell me exactly WHO was coming. Now I guess I know why.”

Draco grimaced, “Is that a problem, Potter.”

Harry frowned at him, “Why would it be a problem? Our policy does not require us to like our clients, although I would have thought that we’d put behind all the animosity between us, seeing as how we’d be living together for a while until we can find you a permanent residence.”

“This is not easy for me Potter. A Malfoy does not ask for assistance, and yet here I am requesting help from my school rival. But I cannot change my mind. I will not go back.” It took a lot of effort for him to say that and Draco felt like he’d just came out the loser in a duel with his father.

Harry sighed heavily. “Come on into the kitchen and we’ll get you two some lunch. I know Hermione’s biscuits are not the best tasting in the world. We can discuss arrangements after you and your son have had lunch.”

“Aiden, my son’s name is Aiden. And thank you, Potter, for your help.”

“Harry, call me Harry, and you’re welcome.”

Draco smiled, “Then you may call me Draco.”

Together they made their way to the kitchen that was overwhelmed by a large table. The noise level in the room was deafening as there where over thirteen people in the room. A young strawberry blond woman was busy at the cutting board handing out sandwiches and muffins.

“Ella, this is Draco and Aiden. They are new here and will be staying for at least two months. Draco this is Ella, she’s out resident cook and all around babysitter.” Harry smiled fondly at the woman.

Draco nodded to the woman as he sat down in an empty seat at the table. Suddenly there was a plate in front of him filled with sandwiches and muffins. A cup of butterbeer was beside the plate. Draco pulled Aiden onto his lap and the little boy grabbed a muffin and began to eat.

Harry watched the blond man closely and noticed the tell tale sign of abuse, signs that he knew well from his own childhood. When Hermione first came up with the idea of SPAWW, he’d been a little leery, considering the success of SPEW. Harry smiled at that. The house elves were still leery of Hermione. She still tries to get them to take clothing.

Draco looked worn and beat. There were bags under his eyes and he seemed to flinch whenever someone got too close to him. Harry could also detect a slight limp from Draco’s left leg, almost as if it was broken and never properly healed. In a wizarding home it was unheard of for an injury to become an ailment, unless they were not taken to the hospital soon enough. Or possibly in Draco’s case, not at all.

Harry also noticed that Draco held his son very close to him, almost never letting the little boy out of his sight. Harry guessed that the boy was roughly three years old, possibly the same age as his nephew Hugo. It made him very sad that others would take advantage of their marriage vows and abuse their spouse. That was why he whole heartedly agreed with Hermione’s proposal of SPAWW. He wanted to help the abused spouses escape the abuse and begin normal care free lives. Over the last two years they have been doing just that. Harry even kept in contact of those he’s helped. He remembers every face that has ever came through the doors of #12 Grimmauld Place. Draco’s is not the first haunted face he’d seen, nor the worst, but he is the only one that knew personally.

“Draco, do you have your file?” Harry asked the blond.

Draco looked up at Harry in surprise. “I was told to give it to Raven.”

Harry smiled at that, “Sorry, I guess Hermione left you in the dark too. I am Raven. We thought it better to have code names because so many people know our names from the war. If it gets out that Harry Potter is running an abuse center I’d have the Prophet beating at my door for an interview and most people coming to us just to see me and not for help.”

Draco pulled the scroll from out of his robes and handed it to Harry. “Do you need the portkey as well?”

“No, it was a onetime use portkey. It no longer functions and can no longer be used as a portkey. It’s a spell Hermione came up with. Prevents outsiders getting into the house.”

“Speaking of which, whose house is this exactly? If I remember correctly Godric’s Hollow is the only Potter residence and you had no other homes.”

“This is the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, #12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius left it to me.”

“This is the House of Black?” Draco looked at Harry incredulously. “How did you get Sirius Black to leave you his ancestral home?”

Harry smirked at Draco, “He was my Godfather.”

***

After putting his son to bed Draco decided to wander the house, getting a feel for his mother’s ancestral family home. After an hour of wandering he came across the Black Family Tree. Having never seen it before he stood there are stared at it, noting all the ones deceased, which was basically most of them, except for his own family and a few others.

“I had it restored a few years ago. There were black spots where faces and names where. Sirius would have wanted it restored.”

At the first word Draco gasped and spun, hand raised, a spell on his lips. He saw Harry leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded across his chest. Harry noted the surprised expression and paused.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to startle you.”

Draco lowered his hand and sighed, “I should not have been in here, it is I who should apologize.” He moved to exit the room but Harry stopped him.

“Mal… Draco, wait. You can stay, you actually have more right to this house than I do. You are actually of blood. Me… I just inherited it from Sirius.” Harry sighed and came further into the room. “I actually wanted to sell the damn thing to be honest. Sirius hated this house. In my Fourth and Fifth year Dumbledore made him stay here so he wouldn’t get caught again. After he died I never wanted to come back. ‘Mione gave me the idea of using the place as our safe house. So we cleaned it up, top to bottom, more so than when Mrs. Weasley had us clean in fourth year.” Harry smiled at that. “We got rid of all the house elf heads, the dark objects, and Mrs. Black.”

“Mrs. Black?”

Harry laughed, “Mrs. Black had a portrait hanging in the hallway with a sticking spell on it. She did that so she can berate Sirius I would imagine, as she knew that he would get the house. No one was able to remove the spell until ‘Mione came up with the idea of using turpentine. Worked wonders. Muggle inventions are good for some things.” Harry said with a smile.

Draco shook his head in disbelief. Sticking spell? Now he knew where his Aunt Bella came by her insanity. It ran in the family. He was just grateful his mother was not like the rest of them. He took a glance at the tree and noticed another name before Bella’s. Andromeda Black.

“Harry, have you met my other Aunt?”

“Andy? Yeah I’ve met her. Why do you ask?”

“I never knew I had another Aunt.”

Harry smiled, “Not just an Aunt, but a cousin too.”

“A cousin?” Draco stared at Harry in disbelief. He had never realized that he had more family than beyond his mother and father, besides Bella, but he never really counted her.

Harry noticed the longing in Draco’s voice and asked, “Would you care to meet them? I can arrange it for you.”

After so many surprises in the past 24 hours Draco was no longer surprised that Harry knew his Aunt. “I would like that, please.”

Harry smiled at another Malfoy first. Draco Malfoy said please to Harry Potter.

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