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A Fathers Betrayel	By : haileybeth Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next day found Harry pacing the hallway waiting nervously for the interviewers for the adoption agency to show up. It was clear that he hadn't slept much and that he was preoccupied. Wanting to get back to that alley he could hardly believe what Fred had said. The whole Wizarding world thought he was dead!
"My word you are going to wear a hole in your carpet!" Hermione stepped into the hallway from the living room.
"I didn't even hear the Floo activate." Harry sighed apologetically. Moving to hug his friend he rubbed her belly, "I wish I could see your first child." he whispered softly, "I saw him when he was born and that was it. He's now what two?" he looked at her a little hurt.
"I know I'm sorry, there has just been so much going on..." Hermione temporized looking worried.
Harry knew the truth; he didn't the paper anymore, so she knew that her 'secret' was safe for now. "I know the truth, you don't want me to meet your husband and there for I can't play with the little guy because he probably looks like him." he stated softly, "Have you been by to look in on Ron?" he asked switching subjects.
Hermione sighed, "That's why I am here, I can't go anymore. It's too dangerous, he threw his plate at me yesterday." she explained seeing the hurt look in Harry's eyes.
"You realize that if it hadn't of been for him you would be dead!" crossing his arms he was angry, every year her visits to him were fewer and fewer and she owed Ron her life.
Hermione began to cry, "I know but I can't risk my babies safety, he's dangerous."
"Fine I'll take over his care!" he growled, they had been sharing the responsibility of caring for Ron ever since the Healer determined that he had taken on severe brain damage from Grayback. Normally he or Hermione would go and assist Mrs. Weasly with everything but it looked like it was all up to him now.
"What do you want me to do?" Hermione asked getting frustrated. "I'm going to be paying the facility that is housing him and everything else that he needs."
Harry looked at her sadly "Is obvious that your husband is very rich and has taught you well. Money buys you out of everything." he whispered. He remembered that night when Grayback and Bella had cornered them while they were on the hunt for the last Horcuxs. Grayback had thrown a Crutiatus at Hermione; Ron had jumped in the way to save her. Hermione had frozen hearing his screams but Harry tried to fight off Bella to stop him. It had been no use, forty minutes later Ron was left without a mind and Harry had been dumped at the feet of Lord Voldamort. Anger had spurred Harry into finishing off the Dark Lord and when all was said and done he refused to just let Ron be thrown into a mental ward like the Lockhart had been.
"I have to go." Hermione whispered moving back to the living room, "I hope your interview goes well."
Harry watched her leave with a heavy heart, she had changed so much and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He tried to let his mind clear as the door bell rang, he had things he had to do, afterwards he would go see Ron.

Mrs. Weasly looked up from bathing Ron and smiled at Harry, "How did it go?" she asked clearly eager for the adoption to go through. It was clear that she didn't mind that he hadn't of married Ginny; she knew why and was the first one to accept it.
Hugging her he smiled softly, "Two more interviews and then the home study." He chuckled noticing that Ron was taking a full blown bubble bath, "Hey brother."
"Bring me gift?" he asked in a childish tone, it was clear that part of his mind had revert to a time of innocence and love.
"Yes but finish your bath first." Harry smiled knowing that he loved candy. "What has the Healers said?"
"About the same, I wish I could take him home but he needs the Healers..." Molly tried not to cry but it was hard seeing one of her children so mentally messed up.
Taking her hand he smiled, "I know sometimes I wonder..." he tried not to think about it but he had to, "if the adoption doesn't go through maybe I should taken him home." he whispered softly.
"Harry don't give up hope on a baby, you know you can 'carry' children." She wanted to encourage him to have a family.
"I know and one day I may but I haven't found anyone I would be willing to have to baby with." Harry tried not to think of the past too much, that was where his one true love was and he didn't think he would ever want him.
"Come on Ronny time to get out." Molly smiled as Harry helped him out of the tub and dried him off.
"Come on brother, time to get your t-shirt and pants on. The shirt has the Chuddly Cannons on them." Harry smiled as he squealed in delight as his mother handed him his shirt.
"Present? I dressed." Ron looked expectantly at Harry clearly wanting his treat.
Harry handed him a chocolate frog and smiled as he moved to the bed to eat it, humming happily. "Hermione came by." he wasn't sure if Molly knew what was going on.
"I know, she told me that she wasn't coming by anymore, she then paid the facility and Healers then left. I told her not to bother that I would get the money." Molly watched her son sighing softly it was clear that Hermione had hurt her, "He doesn't mean any harm. He was upset, he wasn't throwing the plate at her." looking at Harry she could remember when Ron was little, "He used to do it when he was little, he would get so upset that he would throw his plate. It only happened twice."
"Would it make you feel better if I paid them and have the money sent back to her?" Harry asked because it was clear that Molly was angry with her.
"Could you? I know that it's her husband's money and I don't want it." Molly wiped the tears away, "I wish I knew who her husband was."
"Was it in the paper?" Harry asked.
"No, secret wedding and she won't tell me who she has married. I haven't even seen the baby since he was born. What's happened to her? She was like a daughter to me."
"I know and like I told her; her husband has taught her that money will get her out of everything. She doesn't care about us anymore." Harry sighed realizing that Ron was making spit bubbles.
Molly sighed, "I just hope she realizes that money is nothing compared to friends and those who truly love her." she whispered as she wiped Ron's mouth.

By the time Harry managed to get back to the ally it was night fall and no one was there. It was clear though that the young man was living there. There was blankets, threadbare and torn gathered in a corner of the ally. There was an old trap set up as a make sift tent. "I guess I'll come back tomorrow after work." Harry muttered turning away from the 'tent'. He had gone home his mind on what he had seen, he had to find him.
Four days later and Harry was at his wits end, it seemed that he just vanished. Every day he would go back to the ally and nothing was changed. The tent was still there as well as the blankets. "I'm not giving up I will find you." he muttered turning to leave again.
"Who's here?" the young man had come back to the ally clearly agitated that someone was messing with his 'home'.
"I was here the other day." Harry watched him worried when he realized that his eyes were glossed over like the blind children he worked with. "Draco? We thought you were dead."
Draco shoved passed him, "Go away! Draco Malfoy is dead!" he snarled, "Get out of here!"
"Draco please! Severus has been looking for you, he misses you. I want to help." Harry knew not to reach for him. He knew that it could be bad especially if he had his wand.
"Why? Wizarding world don't need you anymore so you figure you can save a poor sap like me?!" Draco snarled sitting under his tent.
"Draco please, warm food, clothing and a roof over your head." Harry wanted to get him out of that ally, he wanted to know what in the hell happened, "What about you father, he must miss you." he tried to reason.
"DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THAT BASTARD TO ME!" Draco snarled clearly pissed but he deflated fast he was tired of living on the streets. Tired of being cold and hungry, "What do you want in return?" he asked thinking that every man had needs after all. It wouldn't be the first time.
Harry was now confused, "Return?"
"For room and board, I have no money and the last person I was with I paid him with my body. Would that work for payment?" Draco asked not looking at him.
"I don't need payment Draco, I want to do this, I want to help you." Harry took one step closer to him, "Please let me help you, I know that this is hard."
"Alright," reaching out for him he gasped when Harry's hand touched his, "It has been a long time since I have heard your voice. I must admit you startled me the other day."
"I was sent here by Fred and George." Harry smiled softly thankful to his meddlesome brothers. "Draco? Are you blind?"
"Yes, I haven't seen anything in over three years." Draco whispered before Harry apperated them to his home. Gasping a moment after the apperiton he drew a rattling breath.
"You need a Healer, first thing in the morning." Harry stated firmly, "Do you want me to get Severus?"
"NO! I can't face him." Draco whispered softly.
Harry realized that under his bluff and bluster he was sensitive and scared. Slowly leading him into the house he began to describe it and do it so well that he could mentally picture where things were. Heading up the stairs he described the walls and the carpet, "Would you like a bath?"
"It's been a long time since I've had a hot shower, I think I would like that." Draco whispered after a moment it was clear he was holding back as he let Harry lead him to the bath. He was surprised at how well he described things for him. He could picture the dark green bath in gold trim. He could picture the towels beside the vanity.
"I'll find you something to sleep in then I'll get dinner." Harry smiled as he watched Draco turn the shower on and place his hand underneath the warm water. He hoped that he could help him that maybe this was just meant to be. One thing was clear as he watched his shaking hands and sagging shoulders was he had a lot of work to do to get him back to the proud man he once was.

Slowly making his way down the stairs, Draco followed his nose to what he hoped was the kitchen, "What smells so good?" he asked hesitantly listening for Harry.
"Chicken Noodle soup, I had chicken left over from last night's dinner." Harry smiled looking at him, he was thin, too thin, scars marked his cheeks, his gray eyes were clouded but he was clean again. With the dirt out of his hair you could tell that he was a blond and not no black headed man. "Come you need to eat." taking his hand he lead him to the table, " You have toast on your right, your spoon is right next to your bowl and your juice is on your left." he had taken his hand and with each thing he said he touched his hand to it.
"Thank you; usually it's just a blind grab for me." Draco wasn't sure what to make of Potter being so nice to him. "Do you teach blind children?" he wanted to keep things as friendly as possible.
"I am a child therapist and some of my 'kids' are blind." Harry explained watching him with hopeful eyes but he knew there was a long road of recovery ahead of him.
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