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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27616 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

Chapter 2 The Nightmare

November 1, 1994- [thirteen years after Harry's abandonment to the Dursleys]

Severus drifted off to sleep; he was in a relatively uncomfortable chair beside Harry's bed. Oh Lily…if she could see him, he hoped against hope that she'd forgive him for his mistreatment of her precious baby and his ignorance of his abuse.

In his dream he was reliving that terrible night, a few days prior to the arrival of the Durmstrang Beauxbatons delegations.

Pansy ran into his office, throwing the door open, "Professor you've got to come. Professor Moody's gone crazy! He's turned Draco into a Ferret and he's bouncing him around like he's under the imperious curse. Every time he hits the ceiling or the stone path of the covered walkway there is a loud crunch and cracking sound."

Severus was on his feet in an instant, his heart in his throat. Not Draco! It was heart-wrenching enough when one of Hagrid's pets attacked his beloved's son. Draco was the son of his heart, he may not have spent eight something months growing in his body nor share his blood. Draco had been his the moment Lucius placed him in his arms. A tiny red faced squalling infant with wet blond tufts of hair that looked white. His newborn blue eyes hadn't yet changed to his father's silver but her was perfect and he resembled the Lucius even minutes old.

With Lucius' holding him and resting his masterful chin on his crooked shoulder, Severus had held Draco. His heart beating so quickly, Lucius' son…then just as surely, mine! Draco was his, his to guide, to teach, protect and love. This baby who was all Lucius and none of Narcissa was his. He'd choose who would care for him, he hired the nurses, his chose the house elf.

He taught Draco to love learning as he did; he recognized the boy's brilliance and talent beyond his years. Draco was six when he started him brewing, four when he taught his charms, seven when he began the basics of Legilimency and Occlumency. At eight Draco discovered the wonders of Transfiguration. As Lucius had begun teaching him music when he was a teen, he remembered how much pleasure he'd had when he caught on and Lucius was pleased. So at five he started Draco learning the basics of Piano and found he had an ear for music like his father. At nine he was already learning runes because he taught him how spells were created. He was learning introductory Magical Theory. If only he could have continued to teach Draco who was years ahead of his fellow Slytherins.

He'd done everything he could to encourage Draco to expand his talents, to always learn more. Draco could do anything, he could be a solicitor like his father, a potions master like himself, a charms researcher like Lily, an Auror like James, a Healer like Andromeda, a Mind Healer like Ted, he could go into politics like Lucius, or he could become a Headmaster like his ancestor. He wasn't being naïve or seeing qualities that weren't there, it was true Draco was skilled in various magical fields. He even could go into the Ministry as an Unspeakable.

What had Draco done to deserve this? What sort of monster could do this? He emerged to from the castle running, another student, a Ravenclaw most likely had brought Minerva. Or had the Deputy Headmistress been drawn by the noise?

He could hear her loud voice, "Alastor, what are you doing?"

That smug arrogant voice replied calmly, "Teaching."

Severus was mad with horror as he watched Draco slammed into the stone.

"Is that a student?"

Moody shrugged, "So what if it is?"

Minerva was scandalized, "We never use Transfiguration as a punishment. Really Alastor," her voice tight, "how could you think I'd turn a blind eye to it?"

The sight of his Draco, retransfigured to himself laying pale as death, bruises dark and frightening on his normally white as milk skin, his body seemed flattened as though he had no bones like when that imbecile Lockhart vanished Harry's bones while, 'trying' to help him.

Severus ran forward, falling to his knees before his godson, the son of his heart, reaching out to brush Draco's bloodstained bangs from his face. His heart in his throat, how could this happen? How could he face Lucius? This happened to one of his charges, in all his years as a professor and Head of Slytherin he'd never allowed such a travesty. It wasn't like when he was a student bullied both within and without, no one but Lily and Lucius seeing or caring. He swallowed a sob, conjuring a stretcher silently and carefully levitating Draco onto it. He walked back, ignorant of Ronald Weasley's mocking laughter regarding the incident, Minerva's disbelief, Potter's shock, Granger's smugness. Did she think this was payback for when his snakes, he'd forgotten which one had cursed her and made her front teeth grow down to her chin. Of course she'd managed to convince that idiot Pomfrey that her teeth had been smaller. Or was it her concept of justice regarding his treatment of her over the years. What sort of person could rejoice seeing this? He had to get to his rooms…

It was slow and careful going to make it to his own apartments. He snapped at every student who had misfortune to be between him and his apartments. Once he reached them he warded the door heavily so he won't be disturbed. He removed Draco's torn and clearly ruined robes. Salazar help him! He knew Draco disliked it but when he looked at him he saw the little baby he used to be.

Now all he could see was the adventurous little boy who'd tried too much to soon. Attempting an advanced potion, one misstep and the potion exploded. He'd sent up a ward to warn him and he'd flown out of class like the marauders were after him. Diving into his floo he'd hurried to cellar to find Draco, soot-covered, cauldron ruined, spoilt potion everywhere and Draco had a broken collarbone and a shattered arm.

This was different…this was cruel. To humiliate his son by turning him into a ferret but to bounce him around like a Bludger? That was down right abusive! He'd never imagined any human could do that to another. Sure Moody was more then a little crazy but Draco wasn't his father. Nothing Lucius had ever done would be worth this type of heinous punishment. Except for his sojourn in the closet, he'd never looked this dreadful himself.

He gave Draco a quick scan. He had internal bleeding; bruised organs and most of his bones were shattered. He did his best with his own mediocre skills to treat Draco. He was emotionally raw; his normally abrasive and stoic front was crumbling.

This was his baby! It didn't matter that Draco was fourteen and two years from his inheritance as a Veela. Lucius had told him proudly that he'd scented Draco as a Veela and he felt very magically powerful. Even he could tell that, he remembered Draco summoning toys he wanted by six months, he'd toss things in the air and their orbit him a bit like the earth circled the sun by nine months. It was all wandless magic of course, what Draco wanted he got. He'd been terribly spoilt by himself, Lucius was as hands off as he could be, he tried to prove that he wasn't a Dark Wizard, busy all the time and they tried to keep Draco from intruding on her notice.

When she found out what Draco had done, attempting to brew a difficult potion on his own, she wanted to punish him with the Cruciatus, he couldn't, wouldn't allow that. Lucius had told her off, he hadn't done that before except when she tried to yell at him for not doing his duty as a husband. He told that Woman that Draco wasn't her responsibility to punish. That he, Severus was his teacher, that the potions lab was his gift. It was up to him, Severus to punish as he saw fit. After seeing Draco so injured he couldn't bear to truly punish him, especially with Narcissa's desire to punish him with Cruciatus Curse fresh in his mind. He'd merely locked down the potions lab so Draco couldn't get in without him. Until he could trust him not to attempt to brew potions above his ability, which was ridiculous now that he thought about it. He was young, and young people make mistakes…

Was he responsible to Draco believing he was better then everyone? Treating others with contempt? Believing the world revolved around him? If only Lily had lived then she would have helped him, she would have kept him from spoiling his godson. She would have insisted they play together. They might have been friends instead of trying to hex each other all the time.

He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't remember what he'd given Draco to heal him, he summoned Dreca, Draco's ever vigilante House elf who worshiped the ground her master walked on and believed he could do no wrong. He stammered, "Go get Healer Smythe…"

Dreca had been off like a shot, Severus had been barely aware of her stricken face, terror filled eyes and wringing hands.

She returned quickly with a grumbling Healer Smythe, who lectured him as he tended to Draco. After the Healer was satisfied that not only was Draco going to recover but that his, Severus' attempts to heal him hadn't caused him further injury he snapped at him.

"Have you informed his father?"

Severus shook his head.

"You fool!" Smythe turned to the house elf and ordered her to fetch her master. Shouting after her that she was a bad servant because clearly she hadn't attempted to inform her master.

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Lucius arrived with a crackle of floo flames not long after.

He burst into his rooms, and had to lean against the door frame for support. His son, his only child lay there still as death and looking as if he'd been trampled by an Abraxan. He hadn't even looked this bad when he'd taken a tumble once off both his broom or his pony. When he was little he'd worried for his pony and broom. He'd not been injured and unconscious since his potions lab explosion. He was clearly hurt far worse this time. "What happened?" it wasn't a Care of Magical Creatures' lesson again was it? It couldn't have been! If it was he'd see to it that Hagrid was turned off.

"Moody…I didn't find out why. It was awful. I had to get him away from there to find out how badly he was hurt. I thought I'd…we'd lost him. Oh Merlin…I turned my back…how could someone do this?" he rarely lost control of his emotions but Draco was in his heart just as Lucius was.

He'd never asked or expected much, he still had a hard time imagining that Lucius, Prefect, Prince, Head Boy, Solicitor, Politician and Educational Reform Advocate could be interested in a Dirty Halfblood like himself. It was Lucius who, taught him about love and desire to introduced him to the joy of lovemaking and then wild abandon of passionate sex. Who fought to be allowed to bond with him and never gave up. Lucius may have been legally the Bondmate of the Black Woman but it had been the wildly talented, antisocial, abused, bullied Halfblood that was hated or tolerated but almost never welcome.

Lucius just held him, "It's alright. Will Draco be alright Healer?"

"Yes, yes. Might have recovered sooner if I'd been sent for right away. Foolish parents trying to treat injuries. I don't care if they want to tend a scrapped knee or a bloody nose but leave the more serious injuries to a train Healer! Idiots! Let him sleep off the shock, I've removed the blood clots and speed up the organs' self-healing. I made sure he won't continue to bleed internally. Once the Skele-grow had been in his system has passed from his stomach he may begin a blood replenishing regimen. I've applied the Bruise Balm, he'll need reapplication once ever three hours. I don't know what happened to this boy but he might have been killed if it had continued much longer."

Severus buried his face to hide his tears of anger and shame, how could this happen? The Ancient magic of the Wiccaning should have prevented this from being possible. He felt his legs threaten to buckle and Lucius held him closer, it wasn't Narcissa at Draco's bedside it was him. He loved Draco…he would die for him as Lily died to protect her son. He was heartsick as seeing Draco, his active, wildly talented slightly spoilt son so pale and still. Live! He begged, Lily tell Draco he can't leave yet. He hasn't grown up, he's still a child. He hasn't fallen in love yet. He hasn't decided his life path yet.

Severus woke with a start, Harry had the same pale, still look Draco had that night. Let Lily's child live. He'd protect him as he did Draco, he'd make sure he was safe. Petunia that dreadful woman would never hurt Lily's child again. How could he have betrayed the memory of the young woman who'd been the closest thing to a sister that he'd ever had. He hated himself for the way he'd treated Harry…it was a rotten thing to do. He'd never really act like James Potter, he just wanted to believe he did. Why? Because he'd never really put the past completely to rest.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: I know I said that this story was compatible to canon until the Goblet of Fire revealed the champions. I didn't lie, that was my belief when I started the fic. My apologies, therefore it seems that the attack on Draco which in Canon happened after the Revealing of the Champions happened a few days before. He had to have been recovered enough to run through the Manor to reach his father's office. It would have had an impact on him and made him more likely to notice Harry's reaction to his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Maybe that part is wishful thinking...he did seem more mature. It wasn't a proper punishment for 'attempting to curse Harry when his back was turned, that incident might be discussed in a later chapter. I'm not sure that Draco did attempt to curse Harry when his back was turned. He's never done anything that dishonorable before, he tends to curse you to your face giving you a chance to defend yourself. Moody- or as we know Crouch Jr. was mad, as in crazy and might have imagined it.
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