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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Super Man, Batman, The Avengers, or Deadpool (the last three are only mentioned once and the fourth may be revisited at a later date! This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
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Chapter 2: Harry
Harry sighed as he took a sip of his cold Butterbeer. He knew that Ginny was going behind his back, that she and her mother were conspiring against him for his money and titles, titles that he could honestly care less about. He hasn’t yet gone against him, not yet, but soon. It’s been 5 years since the Battle of Hogwarts, he has put off the rest of his destiny for nearly long enough. Death may be patient, but his patience was running out in regard to his Master’s lack of responsibilities.
With another heavy sigh and a gulp of Butterbeer, Harry sat forward and placed his head between his knees. He has yet to figure out how to tell the other Weasley’s and Hermione.
“Hey mate, we’ve been looking for you.” Ron said as he came over.
“What’s up Ron?” he asked, standing and brushing loose dirt off his jeans.
“You have got to read this. I can hardly believe that Malfoy would do this!” he said, handing him the morning’s Daily Prophet.
Harry raised an eyebrow, handed his best friend his drink, and took the paper. Both brows rose as he read the headline, shock written on his face. “What in Merlin’s name?” he asked.
A Malfoy Does the Unthinkable
Dissolved Marriage Contract and a Disowned heir
By: Sally Moresberry
It was a shock when this story came across my desk late last night. I felt it was my duty to report this to the very best of my ability and just as accurately with what little information we were given. With that said, let me tell you what I know.
A report from Gringotts made its way to the ministry early in the morning two days ago. A report that proves that Malfoy’s, who are known to usually put family before anything else, has done something no one in Wizarding Britain has ever done in the past.
Though the reasons from this are currently unknown, but that will not stop me from reporting what has happened: Draco Malfoy has dissolved his marriage to Astoria Malfoy nee Greengrass as well as disowned his own son and heir, Scorpius.
The boy is only days old and now has no family name. The poor thing isn’t even allowed his mother’s family name, seeing as Lord and Lady Greengrass has disowned their youngest daughter and their grandson along with Lord Malfoy.
With the reasons for this, as I said, are currently unknown, but what is known is that both the Greengrasses and Malfoy are in this together. Whatever has happened to cause this, it had to be bad enough for Malfoy to dissolve his Marriage Contract with approval from his father-in-law, Lord Greengrass, and to disown his only child.
If any other news or reports make their way to my desk, I will do my duty and report it to all of you. For now, this is all we have here at the Daily Prophet.
Harry held out his hand for his Butterbeer, wishing it was firewhiskey, “Bloody hell!” was all he could say as he turned and headed into his house. “What the fuck happened? Draco loves Astoria! And he was so excited about his son the last time I saw him.”
“So, what are you going to do?” Ron asked, leaning on the door jam. “I mean, I know the two of you have come to some kind of truce, but I don’t see what you see in him. Yeah, I know he’s changed, that much a blind man could see, but still.” He shook his head and sat at the table Harry was standing by.
“It’s complicated, mate,” Harry told him, “but to answer your questions, I plan on going over there and asking him myself. That, and he has some damn good firewhiskey I find myself in need of.”
Ron laughed, “I can second the need for some firewhiskey.”
Harry nodded and finished off his drink before saying, “I need to go and figure out what’s happened. I’ll check in with both you and Hermione in the morning, yeah?”
“Sounds good.”
Harry let out another sigh, stood, and tossed the bottle into the trash can, “Damn it Draco, what’s happening over there?” and with that, he left the house and apparated outside Malfoy Manor.
‘Pop’. “How can Tilly be helping young Master?” the house elf asked.
“I really wish you guys would stop calling me that,” he muttered. “Please take me to see Draco, I need to speak with him.”
“Right away young Master, if young Master be taking Tilly’s hand, Tilly be taking young Master to Master Draco.” She said, holding her hand out for him to take.
Without replying, Harry took her small hand and let her take him to her master.
“Harry, what a surprise.” A voice drawled.
“Is it really Draco? You knew I would be here the moment I read that article.” Harry said with a chuckle.
“True. Come on. Let’s go visit Uncle Severus and I’ll do my best to tell you.”
“Lead the way,” he said, and with that said, Draco led Harry to the warded part of the manor, and to his godfather.
“So, the Greengrasses supported this?” he asked as they made their way through the halls.
“Yes, once they understood why.”
“Whatever it was, I am sorry about your son, Draco. I’m sorry you had to do what you did.”
“That thing is not my son, Potter, and it never will be again.” Draco said as he turned and looked at him with a mild glare.
Harry put his hands up in surrender, “I don’t know what happened, but I am sorry it had to be done.”
He watched as Draco deflated, hunched over, and shook his head. Whatever had happened, it had to be bad. To change the subject, Harry spoke, “So, I’m going to be taking up a job offer, one I’ve been delaying taking for the past 5 years.”
“Since the Battle? You’ve had a job offer since the Battle, and you haven’t taken it? What’s wrong with you Potter?” Draco demanded, straightening up as he continued to walk.
“Denial. It’s not what I wanted or asked for. It was kind of handed to me by my father, Dumbledore, and Voldemort, though they didn’t know it at the time. But the Boss, and he feels like he’s the boss, though that’s what I’m supposed to be, has let me stay in denial for this long, but his vast patience with me is dwindling to almost nothing.” Harry replied.
“Seriously? A part of me wants to know, but the other part…not so much.” Harry smiled at Draco, happy to be able to banter with him despite the dark circles indicating his lack of sleep.
“Yeah, well it’s complicated, but it’s what it is.”
Draco looked back at him and smirked, “I bet. So, tell me, what’s this job you’ve been in denial about?”
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” Harry sighed with a shake of his head.
“Try me…because I’d probably believe it over what I actually went through.” Draco said, opening the door to Severus’s room.
“It was really that bad?” Harry asked, seeing a cot in the room along with a stand with a pensive. Not commenting on the set up, he walked over to the bed and asked, “How has he been?”
“Unchanged and probably worse then you are thinking.” Draco said as he sat down in his usual seat. “Out with it, Scarhead.”
Sitting down next to him, Harry let out a sigh, “Have you read the story, Tale of the Three Brothers?” he asked, not looking at him.
“Of course, every pureblood has heard the story. Wait…are you telling me that this has something to do with the Deathly Hallows? Isn’t that a fairytale?” Draco asked, looking at him incredulously.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Remember third year and you saw my floating head near the Shrieking Shack?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“That was only possible due to my dad leaving me a family heirloom. An Invisibility cloak passed down for generations, starting with Ignotus Peverell,” Harry started, only for Draco to interrupt.
“Hence your father’s involvement.”
“Nodding, Harry continued, “Next came the Resurrection Stone. It was once a Gaunt heirloom, one of the only things that Voldemort could claim to have any value, but he made it into a horcrux. Dumbledore found it in his magical family’s shack in Little Haggleton. It was cursed, and Dumbledore put it one, even knowing what it was. Once it was on, another curse took hold and had slowly killed him over the course of our 6th year at Hogwarts. He managed to destroy it, the horcrux and the curse that clung to it, leaving only a crack in the stone. He left it to me in his Will, though I didn’t know it until I figured out the riddle as I was walking to my death.” He shook his head of the memories.
“That leaves Voldemort...” Draco started, prompting Harry to speak again.
“Yes, and you in a sense,” Harry said with a nod.
“Me? How?”
Harry gave him a small smile and continued, “That night on the tower, when you disarmed Dumbledore, you disarmed him of the Elder Wand, also known as the…”
“The Death Stick…” Draco said in awe. “He had the Death Stick and I disarmed him?”
“You did. You were the owner of the Elder Wand for some time, though Voldemort thought that it was Severus that had disarmed him because…”
“It was him that killed Dumbledore.”
“Yes. So, by the time Voldemort got the wand, think that Severus had disarmed Dumbledore, you were the owner, and he was clueless. When the Snatchers caught us, I had managed to disarm you, here, and by disarming you…” again Draco interrupted.
“You became the owner of the Elder Wand.” His voice still filled with awe, and his eyes wide.
Harry chuckled, “Yes, I did. Will you let me finish now?” he asked. Draco nodded like a little boy hearing a fantastic story for the first time. “Good. I didn’t know it at the time, not until near the very end, after watching…watching Nagini strike at Severus, and then seeing his memories. Dumbledore had it all planned out, manipulative bastard that he was. When Voldemort cast the Killing Curse at me, I knew the Ender Wand wouldn’t be forced to kill its true wielder, so I cast Expelliarmus, knowing that it wouldn’t kill me and back fire similar to back in the graveyard, but not with Priori Incantatem like our brother wands had, but…”
“Because it was your wand to begin with, therefore…”
“Therefore, it couldn’t betray me the way Voldemort had tried by casting the Killing Curse.” Harry finished.
“So, let me get this straight. Your father left you the Invisibility Cloak, Dumbledore the Resurrection Stone, and for all intense and purposes, I practically handed to you via Voldemort, thus, according to the Beadle the Bard, make you the Master of Death…You’ve been avoiding taking up your role of MOD??” Draco asked, shocked.
Harry sighed and placed his head in his hands, “Yes. It’s not a job I asked for or wanted.”
Draco shook his head but said nothing, letting the subject drop for the time being.
“What’s with the pensive?” Harry finally asked.
“My memories…the reason why I did what I did.” He responded, not looking at the pensive in question.
“Mind if I…?” Harry asked, standing and walking over to it.
“That’s why it’s there waiting for you.” He muttered, waving at it.
With that said, Harry placed a figure on top of the runes and let the pensive. He watched the first memory of Draco holding his son the first time, chuckling at the promise made. But when the second memory started, all Harry wanted to do was be sick. This wasn’t dark magic, this was black magic…the worst of the worse, and to resurrect Voldemort, giving his tainted spirit the body of her infant son?
Once it was over, Harry refused to be spit out of the pensive and forced his way back into the first, happier memory. He wanted to leave with this one fresh in his mind. To see the joy and love on his friends face as he held his only child for the first time, but once it too was over, he finally let the pensive kick him out. He stood there, summoned two empty vials, cleaned them, and took out the first memory of Draco and his son, putting it in one of the vials. He set it aside, then took up the second. He charmed it so that it would be unbreakable, pulled the memory of horror out of the pensive and placed it into the vial. Once it was done, Harry proceeded to meld the cork with the glass of the vial, making it so that it would be impenetrable to all, but him.
With this task done, he took them to Draco. “Keep this memory close Draco, it’s all you truly have left of your son. I’ll keep this other, place it somewhere safe, and if it is ever needed, I’ll know and make sure it is used to your benefit.”
He watched as Draco replaced his memory, tears at the corner of his eyes. “Thank you, Harry,” he managed to choke out.
“This is the only reason I’ll take this job. I’ll have plenty of minions to ferry souls to the afterlife, but personally, I’ll make sure the souls of children with be taken care of myself. Assured that they are safe and well, and perhaps even save one or two, if the Fates allow.” Harry sighed. “I wish I had been here to stop this.”
“It isn’t your fault Harry, none of us are to blame but her,” was all Draco could say.
The two sat there for a few more hours, eventually having lunch together before Harry left to make some preparations before his departure as the Master of Death.
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