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Shattered Soul	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, story or characters, and make no money from my writing.

Chapter List
- 1-Shattered Soul
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-Chapter 3
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I feel like a warning for this fic is in order. It is not a happy story, and it may be a bit traumatizing for a few people.
Shattered Soul
Chapter 1
Harry felt numb right down to his very soul, he didn't know how it could have happened, how any of this could have happened.
“Harry, mate, talk to me,” Ron said really worried about his best friend.
“Harry.” Hermione spoke next, kneeling down in front of her friend, gently trying to coax him back to reality. “Harry, we will think of something, Malfoy won't win.” She tied to keep the edge out of her voice, but it was really difficult to do when Harry was in such a state of shock at the moment.
“I already have,” the silky voice of Draco Malfoy said and Harry tensed, looking up into the all too familiar grey eyes.
“Draco... please, you can't. We can work something out, just please don't-”
“I expect everything to be packed and ready for me to pick up by tomorrow morning. Be grateful that I am giving you that long, Potter,” Draco said, narrowing his eyes at Harry when the smaller man stood up, looking to be fighting back tears.
“Draco,” Harry pleaded.
“Tomorrow morning, Potter,” Draco repeated and turned to walk away but paused glancing back over his shoulder at Harry. “Oh, and if you try to leave with what is rightfully mine, I will have you arrested,” Draco said smoothly before turning completely and walking away.
Ron just barely managed to catch Harry as his friend's knees gave out. Looking from Harry to Hermione.
“Let's...let's get him home,” Hermione said. “We won't stop fighting this Harry,” she promised, and with the help of his two best friends, Harry was lead out of the room that they had all been in. Harry didn't pay attention to anything as they passed, and he hardly even noticed it when Ron held his arm a little tighter before apparating them back to The Burrow.
Harry looked up at the house that had always been like a second home to him. Standing up straighter and making sure his face was clear of any tears that might have escaped his eyes, he made his way quickly up the walk. Ron and Hermione let him go, both of them following at a slightly slower pace.
As soon as Harry entered the kitchen, he ears were assaulted with the sound of crying, he followed the sound to the living room where he saw Molly trying to hush a crying one year old.
“Being a bit fussy today?” Harry asked and started Molly.
“Oh, Harry, you're back! Yes, he woke up from his nap and hasn't stopped crying,” she said and walked over to Harry, who held his arms out for the crying child. “I think he knows that something is going on,” she said and Harry just nodded, cradling the crying baby close.
“Shh, it's okay, Artamo, I've got you now,” Harry shushed and smiled weakly when the baby looked at him.
“Mama,” the baby said, sniffling and taking comfort from Harry.
“How did things go today?” Molly asked, and Harry looked at her and his expression must have said it all because Molly looked shocked. “Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry... When?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Harry forced out through the tightness in his throat. “Thank you so much for watching him today... but, I really should be getting home right now. I have some packing to do... and... and I want tonight...”
“I understand, Harry, don't worry about anything. You go and do what you have to, I'll bring some dinner by for you later so you don't have to worry about that either,” Molly reassured him and Harry nodded his thanks, unable to speak any more. Making sure that he had the bag for Artamo, Harry turned and saw Ron and Hermione standing in the door.
“Want us to come with you?” Ron asked and Harry shook his head. “Alright, we'll be by in the morning though, you shouldn't be alone,” Ron said and Harry could only nod his head, the numb feeling returning. But he couldn't focus on himself right now, his son still needed him.
“Thanks,” Harry forced out, and making sure once again that he had everything, he flooed back to the small apartment that he had gotten only a few months ago. It had been big enough for him and his son, but now Harry wondered if he would be able to stand living here after Draco came tomorrow.
“Mama.” The voice of his son brought Harry's focus onto the baby that was wiggling in his arms. Smiling Harry brought Artamo over to the rug in the small living room area before sitting down with him. Once on the floor, Artamo wiggled off Harry's lap and crawled over to where his toy box was, dumping it over and pulling toys out before he found what he had been looking for. Crawling back over to Harry with the brightly colored ball clutched in one hand, he handed it to Harry, who couldn't help but smile.
“Are you trying to cheer me up, Amo?” Harry asked, his son responding with baby talk before crawling off to get another toy. Harry watched as he did this several times before Harry truly smiled at his son, taking the ball that Artamo had given him and rolled it to him, only to have the baby boy throw it back giggling loudly when the ball bounced off Harry's head.
“Oh, you think that's funny?” Harry asked. “I've got something that's even more funny!” He started crawling after the squealing, laughing baby as Artamo tried to out crawl him. But Harry caught him in the end and started tickling him.
“Mama no! Mama!” Artamo squealed with laughter as Harry tickled him, soaking up every sound of baby giggles that his son offered him. He had this one last night with him, one more night before Draco came to take his son, their son, to Malfoy Manor, and Harry didn't know when, or even if Draco would allow him to see Artamo again. But Harry pushed those thoughts side, he refused to cry in front of his son, there would be plenty of time to cry later, after Artamo went to bed, when Harry was packing his things; there would be time to cry tomorrow after Draco took his son away; and even more time to cry in the days that would follow. But right now, tonight was his last night, and he would make sure that it was a good one.
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Harry forced himself to go through the normal morning routine that he had established with Artamo, getting breakfast ready, before giving the happy baby his bath and making sure that he was ready for the day; the whole while Harry ignored the bags sitting by the front door, ready and waiting for when Draco showed up. Harry found himself thinking once again about what was going to happen; he still didn't know if Draco would let Harry see their son after this.
“Mama!” Artamo demanded Harry's attention, banging one of his toys loudly on the kitchen floor. Harry smiled down at him.
“I'm sorry, Amo,” he said, kneeling down to pick his son up just as the fireplace flared to life. Harry tightened his hold on Artamo automatically before he saw Ron and Hermione stepping into his small living room. Harry sighed and relaxed. “What are you two doing here?” he asked.
“I said we'd be by this morning,” Ron said and looked around, a small frown on his face as he looked around the living room.
“What?” Harry asked noticing Ron's look.
“Nothing,” Ron said and turned his attention back to Harry.
“Won-won!” Artamo said happily, wiggling frantically in Harry's arms in his attempt to get down so he could get to Ron faster.
Ron frowned. “I swear, when I find out who taught him to call me that...” the red head said, but walked over to take Artamo from Harry.
“He's only a year old, Ron, you can complain about it when he's five and still calling you that,” Harry said, then seemed to realise what it was that he said; he turned away quickly and started picking up the little kitchen area. Ron and Hermione didn't say anything, just let Harry take his time to compose himself, while they took turns distracting Artamo.
“So what time is he supposed to be here?” Ron finally asked once Harry had finished the few breakfast dishes.
“I don't know, he just said in the morning,” Harry replied and looked at the clock. “Knowing Draco though, he should be here within the next twenty minutes.”
Hermione walked over and hugged her friend tightly. “We'll find a way to fix this, Harry,” she promised. Harry allowed the hug, resting his head on her shoulder accepting the comfort that he was craving at the moment.
“Mama?” Artamo's questioning voice had Harry pulling back from Hermione quickly and shaking his head and wiping his eyes just in case there were any tears there.
“I can't do this, not right now. I won't break down in front of Amo,” Harry said and went to take his son from Ron, cuddling him close. Neither Ron or Hermione said anything as Harry sat and played with Artamo, who was happy to have his mother's full attention.
It was only fifteen minutes later that there was a knock on the door; Harry knew who it was, but he didn't want to answer it. He held Artamo a little closer to him as he stood up, ignoring Hermione's offer to take the one year old. There was another knock on the door and Harry sighed. “I'm coming,” he called out and made his way towards the door, pausing once more with his hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath Harry opened the door and looked at the man standing on the other side.
Draco looked as well put together as he always did, in his tailor made robes that fit him perfectly, his hair slicked back, nothing out of place. While Harry stood there, wearing his run down jeans, and a t-shirt that had some unknown stain on it, most likely left there from Artamo, who enjoyed throwing food at Harry whenever he could get away with it.
The two men stood there, neither saying a word, but the silence was quickly broken as soon as Artamo recognised who it was standing in the doorway.
“Dada!” the baby wiggled, reaching his tiny arms out for Draco. It had been weeks since the baby had seen his father, ever since this whole thing had started, Harry hadn't allowed Draco to come over.
Harry had a brief moment where he thought about slamming the door in Draco's face, taking his son and apparating out of there without any warning. But Draco moved forward and gently took Artamo from him, smiling at the happy, babbling baby.
Looking from his son, to Harry, then the bags sitting on the floor Draco smiled a little more. “I am impressed, Potter, I assumed that you would have made me wait while you got everything packed,” Draco said.
“And what good would that have done? You would have just taken Artamo and left without any of his things,” Harry said bitterly. Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry.
“If I didn't want to bring his things with me, I wouldn't have told you to pack them,” Draco pointed out, shifting Artamo in his arms when his son tried to grab his hair. “You don't touch Daddy's hair,” Draco said sternly; it was something that Harry had heard Draco tell the baby often, as Artamo always seemed fascinated by Draco's hair.
Draco pulled his wand out and pointed it at the bags sitting on the floor behind Harry, shrinking them so he could carry them in his pocket. “He has everything he needs?” Draco asked returning his attention to Harry.
Harry nodded slowly. “Draco...”
The blond man sighed when Artamo tried to grab his hair again and held him a little lower on his hip, so the tiny hands wouldn't be able to reach his hair. “I know what you are going to ask, and for right now, the answer is no.” Draco watched Harry's eyes widen.
“Why? Can you tell me that much at least? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you taking him away from me?” Harry asked, doing his best to stay calm, but it was getting harder to do when he knew that in just a few moments Draco would be leaving with Artamo, and now he was being told he wouldn't be allowed to see his son.
“Did you not understand the explanation last time?” the blond man questioned. “Let me spell it out for you again, I am married to Astoria, she is unable to have children. But because of one mistake that I made with you, I am still able to have an heir to the Malfoy name. I do not trust you to raise him properly. Perhaps when he is older I will allow you to see him then, when he is old enough to understand things,” Draco said. “Now, I suggest you say your goodbyes because I have business elsewhere.”
Harry stared at Draco. He didn't know what to do; he had fought for custody of Artamo and lost, he had been seen as an unfit and unstable parent, and if he were to attack Draco and run off with Artamo, he would just prove them right. Then if they ever found him he really wouldn't be able to see his son ever again. Shoving all thoughts of snatching Artamo away from Draco aside, Harry reached out to gently take his son back from Draco, hugging him as tightly as he dared.
“Amo, you're going to go with daddy now,” Harry said feeling his throat tighten up and tears well up in his eyes. Holding Artamo so that he could now stare at his son's face, to commit it to memory. He had plenty of pictures of his baby, but this was the last time he would be able to see him in person, the last time he would be able to hold him for who knew how long.
“Mama, no,” Artamo said, his little face pulled into a frown as a tiny hand reached up to poke at Harry's face as the tears started to fall. “Mama no,” Artamo said again, and it took a moment for Harry to realise what his baby boy was doing. This was the first time that Harry had ever cried in front of his son, and his baby boy was doing the best he could to comfort Harry. This made Harry's chest tighten and he held Artamo close again.
Draco stood there and watched Harry with Artamo for nearly five minutes, before he stepped forward, gently easing the baby from Harry's hands. “Alright, Artamo, it's time to go. Say goodbye,” Draco said, glad that he didn't have to fight to get Harry to let the baby go.
Artamo blinked when he was suddenly taken away from his crying mother. Looking around in confusion he looked at Draco, then back to Harry. “Dada no! Mama!” Artamo reached out for Harry. The green eyed man watched, a hand over his mouth as he kept himself from breaking down; Artamo was still here, he couldn't break down. “Mama! Mama!”
“Goodbye, Potter,” Draco said. Harry didn't close the door, he just stood there and watched as Draco turned and walked away, taking his son with him. The baby was now crying and screaming as he was taken away from his mother. Harry felt like a horrible person when he covered his ears to try and block out the sound of his son crying; Artamo was calling for him and Harry wasn't allowed to go to him now, his son would call for him and Harry would never be able to answer that call again.
When the sound of the crying baby could no longer be heard, Harry collapsed where he stood and let himself go. Huge sobs shook his body as he finally broke, Ron and Hermione were by his side then. Hermione closed the door and put up silencing spells so that neighbors wouldn't hear and come to investigate, before she sat on the floor next to Harry, Ron on his other side as they tried to do what they could to comfort their broken friend.
“Harry, you need to sit up for me,” Hermione said softly as she pulled a potion out of her pocket. “Please, Harry,” she coaxed. Harry, however, just curled up tighter, as everything he had built in the last couple of years fell apart, and there was nothing that he could do about it.
With Ron's help, Hermione managed to get Harry to drink the potion, none of them moving from the floor in the front hallway as Harry continued crying, though the harsh sobs had stopped. They remained there until Harry had fallen asleep from pure exhaustion, having not slept the night before, added to the emotional trauma he was now going through.
“We should bring him home with us,” Ron said. “I don't like the idea of leaving him in this place alone.” Ron looked at Hermione, who nodded.
“I don't think he'll want to leave just yet though, but we'll make sure he's not alone. I'm going to set up an appointment with his mind healer as well,” Hermione said and Ron sighed as he gently shifted Harry so he could lift him from the floor and move him to the sofa.
“I can't believe Malfoy would do something like this. I mean, we all knew he was a bastard, but to just take Artamo like that..." Ron said softly, not wanting to wake Harry.
"I had thought that he'd changed, after the war I mean, he and Harry had seemed like they were good friends," Hermione replied.
"Maybe Malfoy was just using Harry, maybe he had already known that Astoria couldn't have any kids, and was using Harry-"
"If that were really the case," Hermione said, cutting Ron off before he could really get to far into his rant, "then all he would have had to do was ask Harry; even something like that Harry would have helped Malfoy with. The pregnancy was as much of a surprise to Malfoy as it was to Harry. I mean, no one even knew he was a carrier until he was pregnant," Hermione reminded the red-head.
"Malfoy is still a bastard for doing this to Harry," Ron growled.
"I agree with you, Ron. I'm not defending Malfoy, all I am saying is that this may not have been premeditated," Hermione pointed out. Ron sighed and nodded.
“I know, but it doesn't make any of this better to deal with.” Ron looked down at his best friend.
“I'm going to call his mind healer. Stay with him until I get back?” Hermione requested and Ron nodded, sitting down in the chair as he let Harry sleep, hoping his best friend stayed asleep for a long time, because Ron didn't know what he should do to help him. The only thing he knew for sure was that Harry was not going to be staying in this apartment alone.
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Harry remained asleep for most of the day, waking up to hear the sound of quiet conversation coming from the kitchen area. It only took a moment for reality to hit him again, and Harry curled up tighter on the sofa. Someone had draped a blanket over him and Harry pulled it tighter around himself.
“Harry?” It was Molly's voice and Harry couldn't answer her, his throat and chest felt too tight, it was difficult to breathe. But when he felt the warm hand touch his shoulder and he was gently coaxed into sitting up, he stared at the worried face of Molly for a moment, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“...he's gone...” Harry choked out before he practically collapsed against Molly. The woman he had come to think of as a second mother wrapped her arms around him as he completely broke down for the second time that day.
“I swear I'm going to kill Malfoy if I ever see him again,” Neville said from his spot at the kitchen table. He hated seeing one of his friends in so much pain, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.
“I'm already working on building a case to try and get Amo back,” Hermione said looking across the table at Neville. “But it's going to be a long while before anything can even happen, and even then all we may be able to get Harry is visitation rights.” Hermione sighed.
“Why can't he have visitation rights now?” Neville frowned. “I mean, Harry is technically the mother...”
“He was declared unstable,” Ron growled. “And looking at him now, there's no way we'd be able to convince anyone differently. Not to mention because Harry agreed and signed the papers declaring Artamo the Malfoy heir; by pureblood rights, as he was not engaged or married to Malfoy, Harry basically signed away any rights to Artamo,” Ron pointed out.
“How was Harry supposed to know any of that?” Hermione snapped and Ron shrugged.
“He is from a pure blood family; no one would have questioned it, or stopped him from doing it, mostly because they would have assumed that Harry already knew. And if you remember, every time we brought it up to him, Harry would get annoyed and say that he had his reasons for making Artamo a Malfoy instead of a Potter,” Ron said looking back over to where his mother was still hugging Harry.
“When is Harry's appointment with the mind healer?” Neville asked looking at Hermione.
“I managed to get one for tomorrow afternoon. I just hope Harry agrees to go...” she said worriedly.
“We'll help get him there, even if we have to drag him.” Neville knew that the worst thing for Harry to do right now would be to stop seeing the mind healer; if the healer could declare Harry to be a fit parent, it would make it easier to get visitation rights at the very least. “Have you told him yet?” Neville asked looking from Ron to Hermione. Both of them shook their head and Neville sighed standing up. “I'll tell him,” he said and went over to the sofa.
Neville's heart broke as he looked at Harry. It was almost hard to believe that this was the same person who had killed Voldemort; Neville supposed that even the strongest person could only be pushed so far before they broke. “Harry.” Neville spoke softly as he knelt down in front of his friend. Harry didn't look at him, but he had gone quiet so Neville continued speaking. “Hermione set up an appointment for you, to see your mind healer tomorrow.”
“No.” Harry's voice was soft, and slightly muffled from still being wrapped tightly in Molly's arms. The red-headed woman slowly lowered her arms and gently pushed Harry back so she could look at him.
“Harry, I think it would be a good idea if you spoke to your healer about this,” Molly said and Harry shook his head.
“It's because I was seeing a mind healer to begin with, that's why they said I was a danger to Artamo...” Harry said.
“Mate, there were other reasons too, all of them lies, or over exaggerated, but the mind healer has helped,” Ron said as he came to stand behind the sofa. Harry glanced up at him and sighed shaking his head.
“I don't want to go.” Harry knew it would be pointless to argue.
“One of us can go with you,” Neville offered. Harry turned to look at him next and tried to give him a small smile, but it just seemed far too forced.
“Thanks, Nev...” he sighed, wiping his eyes as he forced himself to stop crying.
“It's going to be okay, Harry, you're not alone in this,” Neville said and stood up.
“He's right,” Molly said, running her fingers through Harry's hair. “Now, I brought some dinner over, I know you are most likely not hungry, but I will insist that you try and eat something. It will do no good if you get sick now,” she said and stood up going to busy herself in the kitchen. Harry remained sitting on the sofa for a while longer as he collected himself; he knew that he wasn't alone, but without his son here, there was going to be something missing until he got him back.
Neville stood up before taking the seat next to Harry. “You know that Ron and Hermione are going to insist that you move in with them now,” Neville said.
Harry sighed and nodded. “I know, I'm not going. I can't leave this place, not yet,” Harry said, lowering his head.
“That's what I told them. I suggested that maybe you could move in with me. It would still give you some space, but you wouldn't be alone which would make them worry less.” Neville smiled when Harry looked at him. “You don't have to answer now, but the offer is there; my place is big enough and you wouldn't have to give up this apartment.”
“I'll think about it, Nev,” Harry promised. He didn't think he could move out of this place, even though he had only been here for less than a year, it had made it his home. But as he looked around the place now, it didn't feel like it was his place any more. He would think about Neville's offer, and see how he felt after a week or two.
TBC
And there is the first heart breaking chapter. Things are going to get worse before they get better for poor Harry, but there WILL be a happy ending for him. He just has to go through a lot of shit before he gets his well deserved happy ending.
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