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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Two	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(U)Chapter One(U)

Draco watched in a pain filled daze as Emmett and Rosalie forcibly removed his loving boyfriend from the room. Clutching his throbbing wrist to his side he shifted onto his knees and tried to get up, wanting to go with Jasper, to help calm him down and bring him back from the madness. Alice shook her head at him.

"Not yet," she said softly, rushing past to grab a towel from the kitchen. "Here, Carlisle," she offered it to the Doctor now crouched over Bella when she returned. Edward had moved to one side and the look on his face told Draco how hard he was fighting to stay with her.

"Too much glass in the wound," Carlisle answered, his voice tight. The doctor tore a long strip off of the white tablecloth and used it as a tourniquet above Bella's elbow. She was bleeding so much… "Bella, do you want me to drive you to the hospital, or would you like me to take care of it here?"

"Here, please," Bella mumbled, sounding drowsy, "The ceilings moving…"

"I'll get your bag," Alice said to Carlisle, rushing off towards his office.

"Let's take her to the kitchen table," Carlisle ordered and Edward easily picked his girlfriend up, carrying her out of the room that smelt so strongly of blood. Draco was left alone with Esme.

"Are you all right Draco?" the female vampire asked, walking slowly over to him, giving the pool of blood a wide berth.

"I've hurt my wrist," Draco mumbled, "Why…why did Jasper…"

"He is new to this life," Esme said, "He was a true vampire for so long. He can hold back as long as no human blood is spilt around him."

"Even paper cuts?" Draco asked.

"Even paper cuts," Esme nodded sadly.

"But he's never attacked me…" Draco mumbled.

"You're different. You're his mate," Esme explained, "He would never harm you. Bella…Bella is different. Her blood smells…delicious." The motherly vampire sounded like she was fighting with herself not to react as Jasper had.

"Do you want to go out and get some fresh air?" Draco suggested.

"It…might be a good idea," Esme agreed at length.

"I'll come with you," Draco offered, getting to his feet slowly.

"You should go see Carlisle, he'll want to look at your wrist," Esme shook her head, her curls bouncing about her pretty face.

"No, it can wait," Draco said softly, he'd lived through much worse pain, "I want to see Jasper." Esme winced and bit her lip, "He won't hurt me. I can help him come back to himself."

"Alright. But before we go could you stop the ceiling, I don't think it's the right time for Bella to find out about your magic," Esme said softly.

"You're right," Draco said softly, pulling out his wand he aimed it at his ceiling, "(I)Finite Incantatum(I)" The sky on the ceiling drifted down getting thinner and thinner so that by the time it reached them it was just a mist disappearing quickly. "There. Now shall we go outside?"

"Ok. But stay behind me," Esme ordered before they both left the house and walked into the beautiful gardens at the back of the house. Emmett held the still growling Jasper whilst Rosalie stood between them and the house.

"Jasper," Draco said softly, walking up with Esme.

"Come back to us my darling boy," Esme said in her motherly way, reaching towards Jasper. She pulled her hand back just in time to avoid being bitten.

"Jasper!" Draco snapped, moving around Esme before she could stop him, "Stop this! This is not you!" Jasper growled loudly at him, "Jasper! Come back to me!" Jasper moved as if to bite him, pulling hard on Emmett's grip but then he froze, the blank look in his dark eyes disappearing almost instantly as he stared, horrified, into Draco's worried eyes.

"Draco…" he gasped, "Oh God!" He tore out of Emmett's grasp and ran into the woods, ignoring the calls for him to come back. He trembled with shame. He'd lost himself to the call of human blood. He'd become the monster of his past. And he'd scared Draco, he'd felt the fear from his boyfriend the moment he returned to his right mind. He'd scared his own boyfriend. And worse still he'd hurt his boyfriend, the pain he'd felt and the horrible colour of his wrist. He'd hurt his boyfriend…

"Will he be all right?" Draco asked fearfully, looking into the woods.

"I'll go talk to him," Edward said, suddenly at Draco's side.

"Tell him I love him," Draco said quickly. Edward looked at him for a few moments, frowning slightly before he nodded and sped off after Jasper.

"I'm going to clean up the…mess," Esme said quietly, "Draco, you need to go see Carlisle, he needs to look at your wrist." Draco shook his head, sinking into the swinging chair in the garden.

"I'll wait for Jasper first," he said softly, staring into the trees.

"Draco…" Esme said worriedly.

"We'll stay with him," Emmett offered quickly, sitting next to Draco.

"I'll send Carlisle out then, I don't like the idea of leaving that wrist too long. It's already gone purple," Esme said softly. Draco hadn't noticed. All he could think about was Jasper and the look of utter shame he had seen in the vampires eyes before he ran away.

"It'll be all right mate," Emmett said slinging his arm around Draco's shoulders with a little too much force, making Draco wince in pain, "Ed will talk to Jazz and it'll be all right. No harm done."

"Emmett," Rosalie said shortly, "Don't."

"What?" Emmett asked.

"You're attempt at reassuring Draco is not helping," she told her boyfriend shortly, "You can't say no harm done. Harm has been done but the important thing is to help Jasper get over it."

"How?" Draco asked quietly.

"When we slip, when we loose control…we all hate ourselves. We hate that part of us, what we become," Rosalie said softly and Draco realised that this was the most she had ever spoke to him, "I haven't ever gone as far as to kill someone but the urge has still been there. And I hated myself for giving into the monster. What we need after moments like this are the people who love us."

"Wow," Draco murmured.

"Yeah, wow," Emmett agreed. "Where did that come from?"

"Does it matter? It's true," Rosalie snapped, glaring at her boyfriend, "When Jasper comes back with Edward, just tell him you love him."

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" Draco asked.

"Because I want to be," Rosalie shrugged, "Did you know your wrist is black?"

"Shit," Draco gasped, finally looking down at the throbbing joint.

"Quite," Emmett agreed, "Carlisle's coming now."

The blond doctor frowned when he saw the black and swollen wrist, gently examining it before pronouncing that it was broken. Draco groaned, remembering his visits to the hospital wings with broken bones. It was always painful fixing them. Carlisle announced that they'd have to go down the hospital and get it set and put in a cast. Draco frowned at that,

"What's a cast?" he asked.

"Have you never broken a bone before?" Carlisle asked.

"Yeah, loads. I played Quidditch," Draco shrugged.

"What on earth is Quidditch?" Rosalie asked.

"A sport…with brooms and…three different types of balls and…one of them is alive and….yeah…they try to knock you off," Draco mumbled.

"Explaining the broken bones," Carlisle murmured thoughtfully, "So why didn't you have a cast?"

"Magic," Draco reminded him, "Either a bone healing potion which is painful or a spell which is numbing. It depended on what type of break and what mood the healer was in, if you'd annoyed her you got the potion."

"Which type did you get then?" Emmett asked wit ha grin.

"The painful potion of course," Draco grinned and Emmett laughed.

"Do you have these things at home?" Carlisle asked.

"We have the potion," Draco said, "So don't worry about it any more. I'll sort it out when I get home. Um…is Bella ok?"

"Yes," Carlisle answered, just as Edward and Jasper emerged from the words, both silent and serious. Draco jumped up; moving to go over to Jasper but his boyfriend stopped and shook his head. Draco frowned.

"Jasper?" he asked softly.

"I'll take you home now," was all that Jasper said to him before turning and heading for the house. His family stared at him in shocked surprise. Never had Jasper been so cold and distant with Draco.

"Wha-" Draco began to as but Alice interrupted him,

"Go with him. And Draco, it'll be all right. I've seen it." Her voice was soft and reassuring but managed to fill Draco with more worry and fear than before. He hurried into the house and through the garage, finding Jasper waiting in the Jeep.

"Jasper what…"

"Get in the jeep Draco," Jasper said softly, not looking away from the opening garage door. Frowning Jasper slipped inside the jeep and had barely shut the door when Jasper put his foot down and the jeep jerked forwards.

"What have I done?" Draco asked, worrying that on top of everything he had done something to upset his boyfriend, to make him mad at him.

"Nothing," Jasper said softly, "You haven't done anything."

"Then why are you acting like…like…" Draco asked hesitantly.

"How is your wrist?" Jasper interrupted.

"Fine," Draco mumbled.

"Don't lie to me," Jasper said sharply, "I can feel your pain."

"I won't lie to you if you don't lie to me," Draco said sharply.

Neither of them said anything more for the rest of the journey to Draco's house. The lights were all off in the building, telling him that his parents were still out. With Draco going out for the evening (or planning to anyway) they had decided to go out for a romantic meal together in Port Angeles, taking a taxi there and back. Draco used his key to get in and flicked the lights on in the kitchen, heading over to the little cupboard that was filled with ready-made potions. It was sort of like a muggle first aid box only a lot more effective. He found the potion he needed and downed it in one shot, gagging at the bitter taste. A few moments of pain later through which his bones cracked as they shifted and mended Draco's wrist was fully healed and returning to it's normal pale colour.

"There, all better," Draco said quietly to himself, shutting the cupboard and putting the empty potion bottle by the sink to be washed up. "Shall we go upstairs? I think I'm going to get an early night." They made their way through the house, turning on the lights as they went, in silence. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"No," Jasper said softly, speaking for the first time since the car.

"Why not?" Draco asked, standing across the room from the vampire who was still in the doorway. Jasper had stayed the night every night for the past few months, holding Draco in his arms and keeping his nightmares away. He hadn't had one since the prom, since he'd admitted his love for Jasper. His dreams had been very pleasant for a change.

"I can't," Jasper said, looking away from Jasper.

"Is this about what happened earlier?" Draco asked.

"If you mean when I almost killed Bella then yes," Jasper growled.

"Jasper…"

"No. Don't say it's all right. Don't tell me it wasn't my fault. It's not all right and it damn well was my fault!" Jasper shouted, causing Draco to flinch, "I am a monster! What if I had gotten to Bella? What would have happened? I'd have killed her that's what! I would have killed her without a care and then I would have turned on you! I would have killed you!"

"No you wouldn't," Draco said softly, "You wouldn't have hurt me."

"I could have," Jasper choked, "Even though I love you and would never willingly harm you…the blood lust…I thought I'd learned enough control being around you but…I haven't and…and I can't risk hurting you…"

"Please stay," Draco begged softly.

"I can't," Jasper said softly, "I'm sorry." He turned to leave the room, actually by the door for once but seemed to think of something at the last moment, pausing and turning back to Draco. The wizard hoped he'd changed his mind. "I love you."

Then he was gone.

Draco hadn't been able to get to sleep that night, worrying over what had happened, worrying about Jasper and his reactions and how his loving boyfriend was hurting and suffering. He'd eventually nodded off at about four am. He woke reluctantly, the worry still coursing through his body and he rolled over, hoping to find that Jasper had come back and was lying in his usual spot in the big bed.

He wasn't.

But there was a letter on his pillow. Sitting up slowly he opened the envelope, pulling the single sheet of paper out and beginning to read Jasper's beautiful handwriting,

(I)Dear Draco,

By the time you read this my family and I will be long gone. Only Edward is staying to say goodbye to Bella in person. I am sorry but I cannot bear to do that to you, I am too much of a coward. I can't stand the thought of the pain I am putting you through, more pain that you ever deserve.

I am sorry, sorry for not being stronger and for letting the monster control me. It horrifies me to think of on what I could have done to you or Bella yesterday, how easily I lost control. That is why I am leaving you now, to protect you, protect from me. The killer.

I will always hold your love close to me in my heart but I know now that I am not worthy of it. So please, forget all about my family and me. Find someone good and honest to love you, to take care of you and cherish you in a way that I cannot. Find a person worthy of your wonderful heart.

Jasper.(I)

"No," Draco gasped, the letter falling from his numb fingers and fluttering to the floor, tears of fear and pain falling from his eyes, "No!"

"Draco?" Narcissa called from downstairs, sounding worried. Looking around his room in an almost panic he saw empty photo frames where recently there had been pictures of the pair of them.

"No!" screaming now Draco rushed over to his wardrobe, throwing open the door. The baseball shirt was gone, the only reminder that it had ever been there the empty hanger and the smell of Jasper. A smell that was fading fast. "No!"

"Draco? What's wrong?" Narcissa asked as she and Lucius rushed into the room. Spinning around Draco stared tearfully at them for a moment before throwing himself face down on his bed, sobbing hysterically into his pillow.

"Draco, what…?" Lucius asked softly as Narcissa rushed forwards to comfort her distraught son. As Lucius made to do the same something crinkled under his foot, a letter. Picking it up he read the first line and that was all he needed to read. "Oh Draco…" he crushed the letter in his hand as his anger swelled, "That bloody vampire!" Narcissa turned her head sharply towards him,

"What?" she asked, "What's he done to my boy?"

"He's left me…" was all that Draco could manage to sob through his tears into his arm and his pillow. Lucius threw the letter into the bin and Narcissa lay down beside her son and pulled him into her arms, offering the only comfort she could.

October…

November…

December…

January…

Whilst Bella seemed to die from the inside out, turning into little more than a robot Draco just began a downhill path of self-destruction. He stopped eating, surviving on next to nothing and getting thinner and thinner. He stayed up late doing school work or writing essays he se himself to take up time or reading books. He got through hundreds of books. And his Ipod was used more than it ever had been before, he listened to it all the time now. Bella's father pretty much blackmailed her into doing something…anything but when Lucius and Narcissa had tried it on Draco it hadn't worked. He'd lost the person he had opened up his heart and soul to, the person he loved…he felt worse now than he had coming out after all those months in Azkaban. Or at least he thought he did.

By now Narcissa was making herself ill with worry for him and was almost at her wits end, she would spend hours looking at him from a distance, tears in her eyes as she watched him self-destruct. And there was nothing she could do to help him. He wouldn't let her. Lucius' hatred of vampires had grown even more and many times he had been sorely tempted to hunt that vampire down, drag him back here, make him see what he'd done to his son and then kill him slowly and painfully for doing it. But he didn't, instead he could only watch with his wife as his son shut out everything but the pain he felt.

"What can we do?" Narcissa asked as they watched Draco sitting on the back porch, an untouched tray of food beside him as the rain fell around the house, "Lucius, my babies skin and bones but he won't…"

"I know," Lucius pulled his wife into his arms, "But if he won't let us in to help him then all we can do is wait, one day he will let us help, one day…" he cursed angrily under his breath, "I could kill the lot of them over and over for causing this!"

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a large barn owl carrying letter in it's beak. Lucius took the letter, scratching the back of the owls head as Narcissa rushed to fetch the owl a treat.

"Who is it from?" she asked as she returned, holding out her hand to the owl who began to happily eat the little pile of owl treats. Lucius broke the wax seal, recognising it from somewhere but unable to place it and opened the letter, his eyes darting to the bottom of the page to find out who the sender was.

"It's from Harry Potter," he said in surprise, beginning to read what was written on the page in the messy handwriting, "(I)Dear Lucius, Narcissa and Draco. I don't know if Draco has told you let but we talked a few months ago about the possibility of me coming to stay with you for a while, well me and Teddy. I feel the need to get away from the Wizarding World for a little bit, to stop being the saviour and just be a normal boy. Well almost normal. So I am writing this to ask if Teddy and I could come and stay with you…(I)" Lucius read no further, looking first to his wife who had a hopeful smile on her face and then out at his son.

"Harry…" Narcissa breathed softly.

Harry would be able to help.

The sad thing was that Draco didn't even notice the changes being made around the house bending Harry and Teddy's arrival. But then again when he was at home he spent almost all of his time in his room. Narcissa had been the one to write the letter encouraging Harry to come and it was she that transformed the barely used (thanks to a table and chairs in the kitchen) dining room into a bedroom suitable for Harry Potter and Teddy Lupin.

First of all she'd gone round to their neighbours and asked them if they wanted a dining room table with four chairs. They'd been confused and surprised but once she'd explained what she was doing they'd gladly taken her up on the offer, their own one being quite a few years old. So the furniture had gone and she'd painted the walls a lovely shade of blue, suitable for both young man and baby. The carpet had been old and tired but rather than doing things the muggle way this time she spelled a new one in, a navy blue one which squished under her feet.

Next she'd used her knowledge of the Internet and her debit card to purchase a bed, a double wardrobe, a writing desk, a chair, a rocking chair, a cot, a play mat, a changing mat and a chest of drawers. Everything arrived when Draco was at school and she spent many hours putting everything together with the aid of her wand and fitting everything around the room practically. Colour co-ordinating the bed linens and curtains with the walls and carpet was the final touch.

The room itself was at the front of the house to the right of the stairs and on the morning of their arrival she hung a wooden sign on the door, reading 'Harry and Teddy's Room'. It also had a connecting door to the kitchen on the other side of the room, which Narcissa knew would be handy for Harry, getting baby food at all hours and late night/early mornings coffees and teas when the baby refused to sleep. And then after putting the last final touch to the room, a fresh vase of beautiful flowers she had retreated to the kitchen and spent the rest of the day baking cookies and cakes. She was getting quite good at all the cooking stuff, if she did say so herself.

Draco arrived home from school, catching the bus as he did now, and somehow missed the sign hanging on the door, going straight up to his room and loosing himself to his History essay and his music.

It was thundering by the time the taxi pulled up in front of the house and rain poured down from the sky like there was no tomorrow. Calling to Lucius that they were here she abandoned the cake she had been carefully icing the muggle way, grabbed an umbrella from the holder beside the front door, flung open said door and rushed out to the taxi.

"Harry!" she called out as the back door of the taxi on the other side opened and the dark haired young man stepped out, pulling his collar up on his jacket to protect him a little bit from the chilling rain. Narcissa didn't care about the rain, the umbrella was protecting more of her, only the bottom of her floor length skirt (slinky, elegant and totally unsuitable for housework) was soaking up the water.

"Hello," he smiled at her as he made his way around the back of the taxi, heading for the drivers door as the window rolled down, "I'll just pay the driver, then I'll get the bags. Could you get Teddy out of his car seat and take him inside? I don't want him getting cold or wet."

"Of course, but don't let yourself get too cold or wet either," Narcissa ordered as Harry leant down to the window, pulling out his thick wallet. She moved to the back door and opened, making sure that the umbrella kept any water from falling on the little boy sleeping in the car seat. "Oh he is adorable!" She reached out with her free hand and pushed a lock of sandy blond hair off of the babies forehead. "Do you want me to take the car seat in Harry?"

"No, just Teddy. I'll grab the seat in a moment," Harry said as he walked behind her to the now open boot of the taxi. Narcissa nodded and pressed the red button on the straps holding the baby into the seat, releasing him. Then her instincts resurfaced from when Draco was a baby and she was able to lift the child with only one arm, cradling him to her chest. He shifted and made a small noise of annoyance.

"Shh little one, it's ok," she said softly, kissing his soft hair. He settled then, his little hand clutching the neckline of her low cut top. She used her bottom to shut the door and headed inside, holding Teddy close her all the while. His little legs had automatically settled about her waist and was helping to keep him to her. Once she was inside the warm house she dropped the umbrella and shifted the baby ever so slightly so that she was holding him with both arms in a more secure hold.

"Is that your nieces boy?" Lucius asked softly. It had never been much spoken of but Nymphadora was Narcissa's niece, the daughter of her sister Andromeda. The sister that had been blasted from the family tree after she ran away and married a muggle born who had loved her.

"Yes," Narcissa replied, gazing down at the little face.

"He's so…cute."

"Ok, I must be going mad," Harry said as he stepped into the house, dropping two bags at his feet, "Did Lucius Malfoy just say cute?" The three laughed softly together. "I've got to get one more bag and the baby seat. I think Teddy's pyjama's are at the top of that blue bag if you want to change him."

"I'd love to," Narcissa smiled broadly. Harry went back out to the taxi and Lucius carried the heavy bags into the bedroom, apparently Harry had packed like a muggle. Rolling the padded changing mat out on the desk Narcissa laid Teddy down on it carefully and then set about stripping the still slumbering child of his travelling clothes. Lucius opened the blue duffel bag and found the Quidditch themed pyjama's, handing them to Narcissa when she needed them.

"You're soaked," Lucius said to Harry as he shut the front door behind the dripping young man, "You should change into some dry clothes before we take you up to see Draco."

"Why do you say it like that?" Harry asked with a suspicious frown. Lucius and Narcissa had decided it would be better to tell Harry about the change in Draco in person rather than by letter.

"Draco has suffered a…set back," Lucius nearly growled as he led Harry into his room. Narcissa was laying Teddy down in the cot and tucking him in under the fleece blanket. "He's not doing as well as he was."

"What happened?" Harry asked in shock, going to one of the other bags and pulling out a change of clothes. Narcissa looked away quickly when he calmly began to change, years of being on the Quidditch team and having all attention on him anyway had stripped away Harry's insecurities about changing in front of people. Lucius took a moment longer to turn his back as he answered.

"Those damn vampires," he growled, "They left."

"But I thought…" Harry mumbled as he did his fresh jeans up.

"He fell in love and they left," Lucius growled, "I was ready to give them a chance, simply because of how happy that one was making Draco. But now, well I've said it many times and I mean it. If I ever see them again I will kill them."

"Lucius," Harry said warningly, pulling his t-shirt on before making the older man turn and face him, "You'd be sent to Azkaban for a third time…"

"I don't care. I would gladly go and so will you, I think, once you've seen the state those monsters have left him in," Lucius said sharply, "Follow me."

Harry had followed, after quickly checking on Teddy, and soon found himself standing behind Lucius and Narcissa and facing a black door. Narcissa had knocked and waited for a reply. There was none so she had opened the door and stepped into the dark room. Harry gasped as Draco turned to look at them from where he was sat writing at his desk. He was so skinny! Even his cheeks were sunken and his skin was definitely paler than usual. Dark shadows surrounded his eyes and his hair hung messily around his head, obviously in need of a proper wash. He looked like he had when Harry had taken him from Azkaban only sane…

"Harry," Draco said softly, his voice gravely from lack of use. He pulled the headphones of his Ipod out and they all heard the loud music until he turned it off, "What are you doing here?"

"Taking you up on your offer actually," Harry said, moving into the room as Draco stood from the seat. Once again his clothes were hanging off of his thin body, "Me and Teddy are going to stay here for a little while, get out of the limelight," he continued, frowning softly, "Draco, what happened? You were doing so well…"

"Nothing happened," Draco brushed him off, turning away, "I'm fine."

No one, not even Draco himself, believed him as he said that.

A/N I'm a bit mean aren't I? Ok I'm a lot mean. Hope you liked it anyway.
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