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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80944 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Chapter 17-

Remus, Lucius and Severus decided that on November 19, the five of them would be returning to Hogwarts. Wednesdays and Fridays Ted had agreed to floo into Severus’ office to have sessions with Harry and Severus.

Harry was very nervous about returning, he didn’t know how to deal with Ron and Hermione. He also knew they would take his new relationship with Draco as a betrayal.

They were sitting at the breakfast table when the mail started to arrive.

A cheap barn owl that clearly belonged to Hogwarts landed in front of Harry, it carried a small box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string that secured a letter to the box.

Harry opened the letter.

‘Harry mate,

We’ve been right gits. You have every right to be angry at us. We failed you. We’ve always seen you as a little brother but at the first test of honour we betrayed you. We humbly beg your forgiveness and off up these gifts in hopes of reconciliation.

In this box you’ll find plenty of Weasley inventions complete with descriptions of what they do. We hope you’ll use them to prank Ickly Ronnikins who is a right nasty git. We despair of him often and doubt he’ll come to a good end. He’s spent every day since you left with Malfoy and Snape saying awful things about you. Rest assured Gred and Forge are on the case and he shall be properly punished many times over. As for Hermione she’s the same as ever, completely disappointed in your ‘so-called cheating’. She thinks you should have owned up to it instead of getting out of it like you did. We await your wishes in regards to her punishment.

We also included using what little money we’ve earned since the beginning of term to buy you chocolate frogs and your favourite Honeydukes chocolate bars. We through ourselves at your mercy and will accept any punishment you desire humbly. We only ask that you continue to regard us as friends.

Our deepest, humblest apologies,

Gred and Forge’

Harry laughed; it was so Gred and Forge. At least he hadn’t lost the Weasleys entirely; Percy was apparently on their side. The specifics of that hadn’t been explained to him, he guessed it had something to do with help he gave them to help get him out of that terrible contract. He hugged himself deciding that he would forgive them. He dearly loved Fred and George, especially for giving him the Marauders map that belonged to his father. Now he didn’t believe his dad was as wonderful as everyone said. He was saddened that James Potter perhaps had more in common with Dudley to who he shared no blood.

Draco hadn’t read over his shoulder, respecting his friend’s privacy but shook him gently.

Harry glanced at the letter a moment before handing it to his new friend and tearing up the box.

Inside were Skiving snack boxes complete with the candy that made you appear sick and it’s counter candy to make you well again. Also were something called Canary creams that, it looked like George’s handwriting but you could never be sure, claimed turned you into a canary for seven minutes of feathered fun. Some extendable ears and other Weasley inventions but what he enjoyed most was the chocolate.

Harry unwrapped a chocolate frog; barely noticing the card that accompanied it was Dumbledore. He tossed it into the air where it burst into flames and then crumbled into ash, he moaned. “Merlin I love chocolate.”

Draco looked up from the letter, his fourteen-year-old groin reacting strongly to the moan that fell from Harry’s lips. He decided his first courting gift would be chocolate, he saw the please the simple sweet gave his future mate and he had the nearly overwhelming desire to kiss the chocolate stained mouth.

Harry felt Draco’s eyes on him and looked up to see an unfamiliar look in those silver eyes. Something warmed inside him and he felt like he would purr.

Severus glanced from them to Lucius and chuckled under his breath. Sometimes, Draco reminded him so much of his father…

XoooooX

Despite his vigorous attempts to keep the Department of International Relations running smoothly Oliver pursued him to agree to a ten o‘clock appointment at his apartment with Mind Healer Ted Tonks. Percy had due to nightmares of having his child in varying states of age ripped from him from womb to babe in arms finally agreed.

Oliver was quite worried for him having spent nights on his couch since Lord Malfoy brought them back together. Waking many times a night to hear Percy crying in his sleep and begging Dumbledore to return his child. It broke his heart to hear the man he loved brought down so low by such cruelty. Despite Percy’s shyness and fierce devotion to his studies as well as prefect duties he had always seemed strong. Then again growing up with a domineering mother, a silent but no doubt loving father but lost in the middle of six brothers Percy was a product of his home environment. His best friend and former yet hopeful soon to be once again his lover had never learned to rely on anyone but himself. Percy was clearly isolated, being close to none of his brothers.

Bill had been also a serious student, sometime Quidditch player but more social and had seemingly enjoyed being Head Boy more then Percy had. He always wondered why such a shy boy who cringed at social events would be drawn to the position of Minister for Magic. Percy would be unhappy because there was far too much socializing involved.

Charlie was more drawn to the outdoors, falling in love with forests, exploring, flying and tending to Hagrid’s increasing menagerie of magical creatures. Charlie would devour any book old or new regarding the subject of any and all magical creatures but particularly Dragons. He remembered visiting and hearing Charlie whooping through the Burrow after being invited to apprentice at the Harvey Ridgebit's Dragon Sanctuary by it’s current director Dragomir Ionescue. He hadn’t had any real hope but he’d wanted to work there more so then flying for any Professional Quidditch team even if he’d been offered to fly for England.

The twins, you couldn’t find three brothers more different. The energy that Percy threw into his studies Fred and George just laughed at. Though arguable brilliant, school bored them and they put little effect into their classes. They laughed when they told him how many of their OWLS they believed they might pass which were few. They cared more about inventing and striking out on their own. Oliver would be quite surprised if they stayed to take their NEWTS because they detested school, resented the concept of mandatory education and their overbearing mother. The first opportunity they could split he had little doubt that they would.

Percy worried most about Ron, rightly so for the boy had no leaning to study and took any excuse to prevent Potter from it. He clearly resented Harry’s allowance to fly as Gryffindor’s seeker despite the rules that prevented First Years from bringing brooms to school. Percy had turned a blind eye to Ron’s machinations that forced Harry to rely too heavily on Hermione’s assistance to pass classes. Even to the point Ron had the poor Muggleborn witch all but doing their homework for him. How was he supposed to learn? He blamed himself, as Harry’s Captain he should have spoke up an insisted he study properly instead of turning a blind eye to it as well.

Ginny being the only girl in the Weasley family at all Percy was definitely not close to her. He tried, especially after almost losing her in the Chamber of Secrets but they would never be close. She was still as shy and as quiet as ever when they graduated the next year. Despite sharing the same House at Hogwarts he couldn’t name one person she was close to. Honestly, he worried about that…

Oliver shook his head; since Percy was going in late and had a terrible night as usual he resolved to let him sleep as long as possible. For some reason if he woke Percy, held him as he cried until his beloved finally drifted into an exhausted sleep he’d noticed as long as he held him Percy didn’t have nightmares.

Percy finally woke, smelling the familiar scent of grass, soap and mint shampoo he felt at home perhaps for the first time in his life. He snuggled closer to Oliver; “It’s been a comfort to have you here with me.”

Oliver rubbed his back chastely and kissed his forehead, “I’m sorry you suffered some much but I’m here now.”

Percy swallowed, “You won’t leave me? Please I want you to stay, I want us to live together like we promised.”

“We will, we just need time.”

Time…that broke Percy’s heart. Time, they’d already lost so much. He wanted Oliver to say he wanted to fight for what they had, he wanted to get back their old shy but easy intimacy but aside from comforting him because of his nightmares Oliver was always giving him space. He didn’t want space! He wanted Oliver; he wanted to feel like despite having their child cruelly ripped from his womb that his boyfriend still wanted him.

Oliver whispered a tempus charm, noting it was after nine and Healer Tonks was due at ten he nudged Percy. “We need to dress and eat. The healer will be here soon.”

Feeling like that was dismissal Percy bit his lip and reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of Oliver’s arms to shower. He silently berated himself for his neediness. He’d never been like this before and he was terrified that if he pushed that he would lose Oliver forever. That thought nearly brought him to his knees, he could hardly breathe. If he lost Oliver again, he was fearful it might kill him. He doubted he could admit that out loud for fear it would make his ex-boyfriend pity him. The last thing he wanted was his pity…

Oliver would have to be blind not to see Percy’s pain; he hated himself for causing it. he didn’t know how to help him, he too was hurting. He loved Percy so completely that losing him made him throw everything he had into Quidditch because he felt he had nothing left. He worked his team almost to the point of collapse; he regretted it now but being cut off from his friend and feeling keenly the accusations of something so abhorrent as rape had cut him deeply. He knew now that Percy would never have said anything that cruel or untrue but he couldn’t just wish away over a year and a half’s worth of pain. He had been wracked with jealousy seeing his Percy being coming so close with Penelope Clearwater and wondering how she could possibly be right for him. Percy was so utterly a keeper in bed that the thought of being with a girl his best friend had wrinkled his nose and called it nauseating.

Deciding against a shower Oliver cast Refreshing charms on himself, dressing in somewhat clean clothed before heading into Percy’s small kitchen to heat up some breakfast casserole his grandmother Cedrella had sent over with a Weasley house elf the day after his meeting in Hogshead with six members of the Weasley family.

He also made coffee remembering how partial to it Percy had always been.

The Percy that finally emerged was subdued and quiet, accepting silently the plate with some breakfast casserole on it and a cup of steaming coffee. Sitting near the fire shivering for some reason as he attempted to eat.

At ten o’clock on the dot there was a knock on the door.

When a silent Percy made no move to answer Oliver choose to greet their visitor.

Ted Tonks took one look at Percy and blinked, “Sweet Merlin.” He hurried to his side, casting diagnostic charms and winced, “I thought so.”

Oliver was thoroughly confused, “What’s wrong?” his worry and concern warring with his fear.

“This whole experience is crippling him.” Ted said warily, “Though I understand why Severus did what he did he didn’t have the finesse of my training. Percy had no way to handle such memories of his gross violation.”

“I see.” Oliver said dumbly.

“No you don’t.” Ted said with finality. “You don’t know how to handle it. This is something neither of you should have to deal with. A child you didn’t even know you were expecting was stolen from you but more from Percy. I suspect he’s always wanted a close family and hoped to have one with you.”

Oliver nodded; they had discussed that before Dumbledore meddled.

“I fear he believe you don’t want him anymore.”

Percy shivered more violently.

“His main issue, I believe is that he clearly never formed an attachment when he was younger to a parent. So in his naïve way he bonded emotionally and physically to you, I’m not discounting your love at all don’t mistake that. To him you’re back but you aren’t and he is clearly suffering.” Ted said softly.

“I don’t know how to help him. My family has always been close but his is so isolated from each other. I love him I do but the story Dumbledore told all though I know it was false it still pains me that I dared believe it. I don’t know how to explain…”

“What did he tell you?”

Oliver swallowed, “That soon after Ginny’s near death in the Chamber of Secrets Percy went to see him and told him that I pressured him into a physical relationship. Dumbledore heavily implied that in his humble opinion I’d raped Percy.” His hands clenched into fists, “I would sooner have broken my broom and swore never to fly again then to have done something so heinous. To hear that my sweet, shy Percy who only wanted to be loved would tell such a lie to the Headmaster broke my heart. Dumbledore told me under no uncertain terms was I to have any contact with Percy. That Percy had been so terrified that he had to remove any and all memory of our so-called relationship. That if I even so much as spoke to Percy he would send Percy’s memories to the Aurors and see that I was arrested.”

Oliver swallowed, feeling so unbearably shaken at admitting to this to this near stranger, He told me he was sure I hadn’t meant to be bad and that he was going to against his better judgment give me a second chance. That to prove myself worthy I was to give Percy a wide berth and neither speak, write or look at him. Every word he spoke was like a dagger to my heart and a nail in my coffin. We had been so much a part of each other that I was lost, I through myself into Quidditch but I had no one to impress or to be proud of me but flying was the only solace I had.”

“I am sorry that you’ve suffered so, I can only hope that someday you see Dumbledore punished for what he’s done to the both of you. You are letting your despair and anger at Dumbledore affect your abilities to comfort Percy. He puts on a mask at work but a skilled observer can see his suffering. If left like this he will be nothing more then a shell in a short time. I may have been asked too late.”

Oliver broke down, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I don’t know what to do. I know he needs me but I’m afraid if we try to pick up where we left off it will prove to be too much for him.”

“So in short you’ve given him no proof that you still love him.”

A silent Percy began rocking slowly, making no sound as he began to cry. His arms wrapped around himself as if trying to embrace something that wasn’t there.

Seeing Percy so quiet and weeping hurt Oliver but he had no idea what he was supposed to do. “I’m so lost. I want to help but I don’t know how. I don’t blame him; it’s not his fault. When he sleeps he must have nightmares, he wakes me up crying in his sleep for our child. He always talked in his sleep but he begs, pleads and cries for our child. All I can do for him is wake him and hold him until he cries himself to sleep. He seems to sleep peacefully if I hold him but if I attempt to return to the couch he soon is crying in his sleep again.”

Ted sighed, “I have more experience with abused persons, not that I’m discounting that Percy was abused but clearly not by you. His abuse was abuse of power, his mind clearly assaulted as well as the forced abortion that was given in a moment of rage, as I understand it. Not that I can fathom what would cause such hostility. Percy needs you, he needs to be assured that you still love him.”

“I do.” Oliver protested weakly.

“Then why haven’t you SHOWED IT?” Ted asked.

Oliver swallowed, “Because I’m afraid he’ll push me away.” He admitted lamely.

Ted glared at him, “Does he look like he can?”

Oliver shook his head.

“He needs you to hold him. He needs you to assure him that you still love him, that you still want to make your adolescent dreams of being together real.” Ted had to be cruel to be kind, something he detested. Gryffindors made the WORST patients because of their stubbornness and other ridiculous qualities. Hufflepuffs made the best Mind Healers because they were open, honest, good listeners, hard workers and eager to help. Wooing a Slytherin took all of that as well as phenomenal patience. Slytherins for all their faults were probably the most love-starved of all, with the exception of young Percy who was so close in age to his beloved Dora.

Oliver knelt beside Ted and Percy, his face still streaked with tears he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. He held out shaking arms for Percy.

Relieved that this young man was waking up, Ted placed the quiet, barely shaking, hardly breathing form of young Percy in Oliver’s arms.

Oliver rocked him, pressing a kiss to his temple, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to help. I’ve been pushing you away haven’t I? Forgive me please. I still love you, I always have. Deep down I know you know this. Don’t shut me out Percy. Let me help you. You don’t have to mourn alone.”

Those simple quiet words that took nearly a week to speak somehow managed to pierce through the walls that were slowly shutting Percy off from the world. He was there but not there since he’d found out what had been done to him. He had felt so alone, Severus had admitted to a slightly similar event but he was sure that no one could truly understand him. He had wanted a family so badly, to allow his to be taken without a fight tore at his soul. He cried for his lost baby that hadn’t had the chance to grow up to have a name, he cried because he hadn’t had the opportunity to love it or to share the news that they would be parents with the person he loved. He clung to Oliver, “I want my baby!” he repeated the weak plea over and over.

Oliver rocked him, “I’m sorry. I know. I wish I could have protected you. I wish I could give our son back to you.” He knew it was a boy, boys were common in Percy’s family and he knew there weren’t many girls born to his line either.

Ted waited until they both calmed down some, “I have some homework for you before our next appointment.”

At the word ‘homework’ two pairs of red-rimmed eyes looked up at him in matched confusion.

“You are to sit and talk, to gain closure I want you to pick a name for your son. Explain to both your families that you need to procure a gravestone or another similar marker, have the name engraved upon it and place it either with the Weasleys or the Woods. You need a place to go to mourn the baby. Don’t bother questioning me you know I’m right. As for ceremony make it as simple as you want. You need your family at a time like this. When I return on Tuesday I expect to hear about it.” His Annie’s Mind Healer had proscribed a similar treatment for their two miscarriages; she had been far enough along to know gender when she lost them. The first had been a son, Edward Pollux and then a second daughter Alkyone Eirene. Although allowing her to have a permanent contraceptive charm placed on her womb after losing Alkyone or Allie as he called in his heart was painful losing Annie would be worse. He wished that he could have his family; Annie, Dora, Teddy and Allie but he was content to have Annie and Dora, he just hoped that Dora would have an easier time giving birth then her mother.

Percy’s heart ached, a name…a name for a child he didn’t even get to hold or even see.

Oliver knew that Healer Tonks’ ‘homework’ was more for Percy’s benefit but he understood he needed it to. Naming their son and putting him to rest was the only way they could recover from this blow. He nodded, “We’ll do it.”

“And another thing, far be it from me to tell anyone how to handle their sex life but Oliver I forbid you to sleep on the couch. You will share his bed if only to help him relax and avoid nightmares, those dreams are eating away at his sanity and he can’t afford to let them torture him because the loss of his child is not and never will be his fault.” Ted said firmly.

Oliver nodded, knowing Healer Tonks had a point. Percy needed him; he’d failed him so much already. He couldn’t continue to make or let Percy suffer. “I promise not to make him sleep alone.”

“I also want you to request mild calming draughts from Professor Prince-Malfoy. I believe you would both do well to take them. No Dreamless sleep potions though, you could become too dependent upon them like a young patient of mine and overuse them until they begin losing their effectiveness. I believe that relying on such potions is a sort of crutch. You have to fight to rise above this, losing a child is hard on anyone even more so on someone of your tender years.” Ted said kindly, “I don’t wish to be harsh but you have to work together. You’ll always ache for your son and wish you could have raised him together but you can’t change the past. Your child would want to see you two loving each other and giving him siblings. I’m sure he would never wish you pain. Someday you’ll be reunited with him and I’m sure you want him to be proud of you.” Those were words he and Annie had been told many times following her miscarriages.

Oliver hugged Percy, nodding fiercely.

Percy leaned into Oliver’s embrace, “I…do want him to be proud of us…”

“Very well. I do think you would do yourself a lot of good if you didn’t go into work today. I don’t believe forcing yourself to act as if all is well would be very wise. I recommend a quiet day, in the company of the man I can tell loves you. You have much to discuss.” Ted showed himself out the apartment.

Oliver didn’t let go; he felt a rush of love and compassion for his beloved Percy that made him hold him close. “So what do you think about his homework?”

Percy blushed, “I think it’s exactly what we need. How can I hope to let our child go so we can have a life together if we don’t give them a name?”

Oliver smiled, “Well, due to our Elvin ancestry it is the Wood preference to give each child a name that has elf in it. I’ve always been partial to the name Alvin it means ‘elf friend’.

Percy said quietly, “Weasleys usually name their sons after names from Arthurian legends. When we were in school I often thought of the name Drystan. He was an advisor to Arthur.” He didn’t mention that the name meant ‘full of sorrow’…that was how he felt though…full of sorrow…

Oliver rolled the name on his tongue, “Alvin Drystan. Alvin Drystan, I like the sound of it. Do you want him to be a Wood or a Weasley?”

Percy swallowed, “I used to want to be Percival Bryan Wood.”

Oliver laughed kissing him softly, “Well I have no objection to that if that is still what you want.”

Percy bit his bottom lip to hold back a soft moan, “Yes.”

“Very well, our son’s name is Alvin Drystan Wood. I say we thumb our noses at the old codger and publicly announce our intentions to be Bonded.”

Percy laughed softly, that was more like the exuberant teen he fell in love with. He kissed him back, “You’ll have to ask me properly.”

“I’ve already got permission from your family, we just have to inform mine but I did promise to ask you properly once. I planned to ask you at graduation but that didn’t happen.” He had in his head the perfect ring but Dumbledore had split them before he’d had a change to search for or to order it. After he’d been cut out of Percy’s life he couldn’t bear to think about it. “First we’ll say goodbye to our son and then we’ll get back to planning our life together.”

Percy buried his face in Oliver’s neck and sniffed, what had he ever done to deserve a guy like this?

Oliver just hugged him, “Hush now. You don’t have to cry. I’m right here Percy, and I promise I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for good.”

They sat there for a long time just holding each other and thanking any and every deity out there for this second chance.

XoooooX

Dora was glad that due to her Metamorphmagus abilities she had two animagus forms and one was that of a peregrine falcon, she’d been on stake out in the trees seeing if Albus left. A former lover worked for the office that monitored floos and she’d paid him a handsome tip to let her know if the Headmaster’s floo was used for unusual trips or calls. She heard footsteps and looked up.

Dumbledore was wrapped up in a dark cloak and was walking faster then a leisurely clip would allow.

She flew after him as he left the castle heading towards Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore seemed to be whistling as he entered Hogshead, breezing past the man behind the bar who resembled him some.

The man glared at Dumbledore and promptly turned his back.

Careful to avoid notice Dora followed Dumbledore.

The odious man entered a dingy office and made his way to the dusty floo grabbing a handful of floo powder. “Deerfield.” He muttered before disappearing in a flash of green flame.

Dora shrugged, Deerfield was home to Elphias Doge so nothing new there. She flew out the window, stood in the shadows as she changed from her animagus form to that of plain young woman of indeterminable age with reddish hair and pale brown eyes.

It was near closing, about ten to three when Dumbledore appeared.

Dora shadowed him until his return to the castle. Deciding her night was a waste for she had learned nothing she didn’t already know Dora Apparated back to her parents’ house to rest before going back on duty.

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