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What's Up Redhead?	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two:

Malfoy's did not cower.

Malfoy's did not risk their lives, their very souls for the sake of others. That was something too un-Slytherin to comprehend.

And yet, here he lay, one hand limply resting on the crested tattoo on his chest, the symbol of his magic. The Elders worked around him, their wings flared and frigid, as if one stray movement could send the whole ritual awry.

Draco watched them work through narrowed eyes, hissing as each new individual strand of magic wound its way through his defence, into his system. Harry sat not far away, his hand gripped in Draco's and offering the one thing Potter had in abundance, courage. Had somebody told him years ago that he would one day seek comfort from Potter's grip as a friend and ally, he would have laughed in their faces.

Should he turn his face to the left, he was certain he would glimpse Bród and Scorpius in the same position they had been in from the start. His mate pale and wide-eyed, those rust-coloured arms wrapped securely around a snow-white son. But he could not look at them. What if he never saw them again? What if something went wrong? Could his soul really survive having abandoned the two people who made his life worth living?

He closed his eyes with a sigh, opening them not a second later to find Seanchaí bent over him, his powder-blue eyes soft. "Time to sleep, Draco."

But he wasn't tired, he wasn't remotely sleepy. He wanted to see Bród, even if it was the last time he ever saw the man. But the thought became a senseless one, trailing and swerving until it no longer had meaning. It no longer had a purpose. He fell into darkness, his body left behind him in a manner similar to apparating, but softer, gentler, as though his spirit had been eased out of it. He let go happily, mindful only of the colourful threads of magic that bound his core and the hand still firmly gripped in his own.

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He awoke with a hiss, jolting upright though his body protested it. His muscles shrieked at the sudden movement, causing him to double over and all but lose the contents of his stomach.

"Here, take it easy, don't rush yourself."

The gentle hands on his back were welcome, but the voice made him groan.

"And just how," he dry-heaved, gripping his stomach firmly as he tried to stand, "did you manage to follow me down here, Harry?"

A strong arm helped him to stand, offering support when his balance momentarily left him. He turned narrowed grey eyes to a face. Potter was grinning. "No idea, but I'll bet I've given Seanchaí a minor heart attack."

"Wonderful," Draco groaned as he stretched, feeling out his body. It felt, somehow, new, as though someone had suddenly ripped him from his old skin and folded him inside of this one. Sluggish, slow to react and sore, the fit was uncomfortable but not unpleasant. It was perhaps the oddest sensation he had ever had the misfortune to experience. He turned back to Harry slowly, one eyebrow quirking when his vision finally settled.

"You look good."

The older man smirked, one hand reaching up to rub at an emerald green eye, bright and youthful. "Thank you for noticing."

The blonde couldn't help but roll his eyes. "No, Harry, you look younger. Whatever magic exists down here obviously works for you. Not that you're not still an old man compared to me but... definitely younger."

Harry merely hummed in response, bringing a hand up to examine the lack of the aging he had become so accustomed to. "I partly guessed." He sighed, tilting his head upwards. Draco followed the movement, wincing when all that met his eyes was an endless sky of murky greyness. The sight turned his stomach and forced his head downwards, lest he become lost trying to find the sun.

"You've gotten younger too."

"I beg your pardon?" Draco brought a hand to his face, frowning when he met only softened skin, devoid of the dark circles and frown lines that had begun to meld with his features because of the war. "Merlin, that's strange... What do you suppose caused it?"

Harry shrugged and cast his gaze over the horizon, squinting into the mist that seemed to exist like a heavy veil over the scenery. The rocks beneath their feet were coarse, round and loose. They floated as though submerged in water when Harry kicked one, before settling again in a different place. "Seanchaí did say something about the Portal messing with time. Perhaps it dragged us back a decade or two."

"Implying that, should we return back home, it will drag us forward once more? A pity," Draco shook his head, "I could get used to being twenty again." Harry chuckled at that, the sound echoing in the huge space and landing flatly against the round stones and stagnant air. Draco felt his unease sharpen. "We should go. Hanging around in this place is not something that I believe would be very beneficial."

"Too true," Harry grunted, before casting a look firstly right, and then left. "Which way?"

Draco tapped a finger against his bottom lip. Each direction spanned out in front of them for miles, making it impossible to see the destination. Should they go left and hope for the best, or right and prey they do not end up wandering the Otherworld for millennia. It was a decision he could not, in clear conscience, make on his own.

Sighing, the blonde stooped to pick up a rock, being sure to marr one side of its flat surface against the ground. He clutched the thing in one hand, before glancing at Harry. "Heads," he announced, holding up the scratched face, "we go right."

Without waiting for an answer, the blonde tossed the stone into the air where it hung bizarrely for the longest second. Slowly, it began to drop, sluggishly and twisting eerily in the thick air until it landed with a soft click amongst the others. Harry darted a glance at Draco, his lip tugging up in a smile. "Left it is."

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"I'm sorry, I thought you just said that my father has followed Draco into the Otherworld, but that can't be right. No, no, you wouldn't allow something like that to happen, it would be far too foolish. I must have heard wrong."

Albus glowered at his sister, offering a swift elbow into her side when she only glared back. "Stand down, Lily," he growled, "this isn't Seanchaí's fault, nor is it the blame of anyone who was in that room. When your father is Harry Potter, you expect the unexpected."

Lily sneered in response, before her shoulders slumped. "I know," she whispered, "It was not my intention to blame the Elders or your mate, Al, but I'm scared. This is a journey Dad really shouldn't have had to make."

Jamie sighed from where he sat against a tree, his hands digging into the warm dirt beside him. "You're acting as if this is something he can't come back from. You should have more faith in Dad, he's been through alot worse." He glanced up at his lover Aoibh, smiling when the golden haired alien winked at him. "You'll see, he'll come back and he'll bring Mom back with him."
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