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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59825 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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8th June 1992: Midday

Clear drops of rain pattered onto the enchanted window Harry stood in front of inside his father's bedroom. It was rather sunny outside though and there would no doubt be a rainbow in the sky soon. That thought made Harry smile slightly, making him forget about his various aches and pains and what had happened to him.

He had woken in Severus's bedroom, completely on his own, a few minutes ago. His right wrist was in a cast and was obviously broken and there was a bandage around his head but other than that he was fine; was not even particularly tired. His hair had been taken out of its braid and so was left to hang loose down his back, the curled ends brushing against the backs of his knees and he had also noted that although he was still wearing pyjamas, they were not the pyjamas he had been wearing when he had faced Voldemort which was odd. After several minutes of laying in bed and thinking, general curiosity had caused him to get out of bed to see what it was like outside and he had been standing at that window with the enchanted view of what was actually outside ever since.

Watching the clear rain was reassuring. Clear rain meant nothing was happening, clear rain meant everything was all right. And the sight also distracted him from thinking of the various possibilities of the results of what had happened with Voldemort, like what had happened to Professor Quirrel and how long he had been asleep for.

With a sigh, Harry pushed himself away from the window and faced the rest of the bedroom for a few seconds before stepping away from the window, towards the door which led straight into the sitting room. He pushed the door open easily and was more then a little surprised to see that there was a huge pile of gifts and cards beside one of the arm chairs in front of the fire place, the bright colours standing out clearly in the dark living space. Then, something else surprised him even more; sitting on the sofa in front of the fire-place was none other than his godfather, apparently totally absorbed in the book he was reading.

"Uncle Lucius?" Harry said in a slightly confused tone.

The soft greeting was enough to catch the man's attention as his gaze lifted from his book instantly and he raised his head to look over to where Harry was still standing in the doorway into Severus's bedroom. "Good to see that you're finally awake, though I don't think you should be walking about."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked quietly as he hastened to sit down beside the man, in order to get off his feet as, basically, instructed.

"Your father needed to return to classes so I volunteered to stay here while he's teaching in case you woke up. I believe he has a meeting with Dumbledore today as well." Lucius explained as he marked his page in his book and put it to the side. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. How long have I been asleep?"

"About four days. Your High Priest said it was most probably because you used a lot of energy to protect yourself and perform the exorcism." As Lucius told him that, Harry realised that his staff had been returned to its pendant form and was hanging quite happily on its chain around his neck, no doubt thanks to High Priest Sephiran.

"How's Professor Quirrel?" The teenager enquired nervously, not sure he really wanted to know. The look on his godfather's face seconds later was enough to tell him everything he needed to know. "He didn't survive the exorcism, did he?"

"No, he did." Lucius assured, his tone impressed, clearly indicating that he thought it was quite an achievement that the man had in fact survived. "In fact, it was him that caught you as you fell unconscious and stopped you getting more hurt than you already were. But he couldn't live with what had happened. The morning after he had been released from the Infirmary he was found dead in his quarters; he'd hung himself."

Harry nodded stiffly, feeling nothing more than a deep regret which clenched at his heart. Maybe if he had not already been expecting news of such a nature he would have felt worse but as it was, he could muster nothing more than regret. He gave a soft sigh and bowed his head slightly. Just as he was about to lift his head again, he was more than a little shocked to feel his godfather wrap an arm around his shoulders in a supportive hold. The gesture of affection startled Harry more than a little so for a few moments he could nothing but stare down at his hands which were folded neatly on his lap. Then, eventually, he pulled himself together enough to respond to the embrace. He leaned into it carefully, resting his head on Lucius' shoulder.

"It's not your fault, Haryon, you do know that, right?" The aristocrat murmured gently, his cheek coming to rest on top of his godson's head.

"Yeah, I know." The teenager replied quietly, mostly agreeing that it was not his fault. Yet, there was still a part of him that blamed himself. Maybe he should not have tried the exorcism and instead waited for help to come. Maybe he should have insisted harder with Potter and made the stupid little sod go back to Ron and Hermione with him instead of letting him run off...Wait a minute..."Potter..." Harry breathed, remembering that the last time he had seen the First Year, the boy had been under the affects of a Stupefy.

"He's, unfortunately, completely fine. As are the other two who were down there with you."

"Good."

For another few minutes, Harry and Lucius remained on the sofa as they were, the blond's long fingers gently running through the waves of long black hair beneath his cheek. Eventually however, Lucius gave Harry's shoulder a small pat as a sign for the boy to lift his head and untangle himself. He did as he was asked and looked to his godfather curiously as the man got to his feet.

"I best go and tell your father that you're awake; he told me he wanted to know the moment you were. I'm sure he'll be most appreciative of having the excuse to skip his meeting with Dumbledore as well." He said with a small smirk. "You'll be all right on your own?"

"Sure, I can amuse myself with all of this." Harry assured as his eyes flickered over to the pile of cards and sweets.

"Yes, I was rather amused to discover you have a somewhat extensive fan-base here." Lucius said, continuing to smirk. "I'll be back with him in a few minutes." And with that, the man started over to the portrait hole.

Harry got down onto his knees beside the gifts and picked up an envelope at random. As he opened it, he was intrigued to hear his godfather's voice again:

"And what, pray tell, do you think you're doing here at this time of the day when I know for a fact you have class right now? How many times have Severus and I told you that you can't keep cutting classes to come and see Haryon?"

"I'm sorry, Father, but I'm not concentrating in lessons anyway." The familiar voice of Draco answered in reply. "I can't stop thinking about him, worrying why he hasn't woken up yet, worrying that he won't wake up at all..."

"You really are far too dramatic, Draco." Lucius interrupted him, sounding rather impatient. "You don't need to worry anymore though because he's just woken up."

"Really!"

"For goodness sake, Draco, I know these are stressful times but do refrain from such obscene exclamations."

A pause followed and Harry could just imagine the father and son glaring each other down. Whereas Harry was still quite glad to listen to his father and fully believed that the man truly knew what was best for him, Draco was going through what could only be called teenage rebellion. If he got the chance to contradict Lucius then he would seize it, no matter what the subject was. It clearly annoyed the Malfoy patriarch intensely but that seemed to only make it all the more satisfying for Draco.

"Is he still in bed then?" Draco asked eventually and it was impossible to tell which of the Malfoys had won the glare-off. Harry imagined it must have been Lucius but he knew he could very easily be wrong.

"No, he's on the sofa going through his get-well cards and gifts. Since you're already here you may as well go in and spend some time with him. But I am very tempted to suggest a detention be given to you as punishment for your truancy. As much as you may wish to believe otherwise, you are a fourteen year old boy, not an adult Draco; you would do well to remember it." Lucius hissed to his son angrily before the sound of foot-steps on stone came and slowly faded away into silence.

For another few minutes there was silence and, from where he was sitting on the floor, Harry could see that the portrait hole was still wide open. He was just going to get to his feet and go to his best friend, to see if the blond teenager was all right when said blond stepped through the hole, looking more than a little annoyed. However, when he lifted his gaze and it fell onto Harry, the annoyance melted away in an instant and was replaced by relieved happiness.

"You are all right." Draco gasped in relief, as though he had been told that Harry was awake by some unreliable source. The blond rushed across the room and dropped down next to Harry, his arms coming around the other boy and immediately pulling the smaller form into a close embrace. "You are all right, right? I mean, nothing hurts or anything does it?" He asked suddenly, pulling away just enough to run his gaze over Harry several times. "How's your head? How's your wrist?"

"Draco, I'm fine." Harry reassured him with an amused smile which faded when he caught sight of the blond's eyes; once again, they looked brighter more than usual and were definitely a shade of silver rather than the usual grey. "Draco?"

"I was so scared I was going to lose you." Draco breathed, his hand coming up to cup Harry's cheek gently. "I saw you laying there, looking so small and beaten and I just wanted to take you away from it all, to take you somewhere warm and safe where no one would ever be able to find you."

Harry blinked at his best friend a couple of times before giving him a rather confused and unsure smile. "O...Kay. Thanks...I think." He said uncertainly but his tone or expression seemed to have no impact on Draco as the blond simply continued to gaze into Harry's eyes.

As they continued to stare at each other, Harry got the distinct impression that he was missing something. The way Draco was looking at him was anything but brotherly affection. What it actually was he did not quite know though. The blond looked as though he was totally out of it, like in some kind of trance. And when the Slytherin leaned forward, his eyes drooping but not shutting completely, Harry leaned backwards to avoid their lips meeting, which they would have if he had stayed still. He wondered desperately what was wrong with his best friend as Draco continued to lean towards him, obviously intent on kissing him in a not-so-innocent way. Harry was just about to lose the battle as well when the sound of the portrait into the room swinging open reached his ears.

"Haryon?" Severus's voice came and Harry said a silent thank you that he and Draco were hidden from sight by the sofa.

"I'm down here, Father." Harry replied quickly as he finally managed to push Draco off of himself and got onto his feet to face his father who was quickly making his way into the room, Lucius not too far behind him. "I was just getting one of the gifts that rolled under the sofa." He lied quickly, knowing he would need to explain why he had still been on the floor.

"You shouldn't be crawling around on the floor in your condition." Severus scolded him lightly as he swept Harry up into his arms and held him closely, wrapping him in the folds of his robes as if cocooning him in a safe shell away from the rest of the world.

Harry brought his arms up around his father's waist and held him back, resting his cheek against the man's chest comfortably, grateful for the feeling of safety such a position gave him.

"Why didn't you get it for him, Draco?"

Harry turned his head to look at his best friend to see that the blond was staring down at the floor with a slight confused frown on his face.

"I...Don't know." The Slytherin admitted in an uncertain tone, looking as though he was trying desperately to try and figure something out but he was unsure what it was he was trying to find out.

Both Severus and Lucius shook their head at the blond's apparent confusion before turning their attention back onto Harry. "Are you in any pain?" The Potions Master asked his son gently.

Harry shook his head slightly in a negative.

"Are you sure? I can get you a potion if you are."

"No, really, I'm fine...But I am a little hungry."

"Well that's hardly surprising as you've been unconscious for the past four days." Lucius pipped up as Severus guided Harry back over to the sofa to sit him down.

"We'll have a house-elf bring us something here, it's near enough lunch time already." The dark man told them all as Harry sat down to be quickly joined by Draco.

As Lucius and Severus took care of ordering lunch with the house-elf, Harry studied the teenager next to him curiously. Draco's eyes were definitely not silver anymore and were the grey that Harry was used to which was odd. He seemed genuinely confused and a puzzled expression still creased his forehead. Gently, playfully, Harry nudged his shoulder against Draco's. That caught the Slytherin's attention and he turned his focus onto Harry. The dark haired boy gave him an encouraging smile which he returned after a few seconds of more confusion. Harry leaned his head down to rest it on Draco's shoulder and the blond seemed to have to qualms over that as he rested his cheek on top of the head of dark hair, planting a brief kiss on it.

"I'm glad you're okay." Harry heard his best friend murmur into his hair.

Harry gave no reply to that; his smile simply grew a little brighter.

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8th June 1992: Afternoon

When the entire Gryffindor common room went silent upon seeing Harry as he stepped through the portrait hole, the teenager fought the desire to cringe in embarrassment. They all stared at him in disbelief and the scrutiny was more than a little uncomfortable for him. He was unsure what he was supposed to do or say, if anything, because no one was doing anything either, except gaping at him in awe.

After his lunch with his family, they had headed off to see Professor Dumbledore at the Headmaster's insistence. They had chatted about trivial things for a while before the Headmaster had got down to business, explaining to Harry the finer details which he had not heard already. The Philosopher's Stone was now destroyed and its owner had enough Elixir of Life to finish off his business was the main thing he had to tell him and the rest was all rather unimportant. When it came to Harry explaining how he had come about going after the three First Year Gryffindors, he told the truth, everything about his dream and the black rain warning him. Dumbledore had questioned him about it a bit before requesting that Harry brought it up with High Priest Sephiran in his next lesson to which Harry agreed despite the fact he saw very little point in doing so.

The whole conversation had lasted a few hours and when he had finally been allowed to leave, Harry had been feeling rather good considering the circumstances. He had been looking forward to returning to Gryffindor Tower to see Fred and George again who, unless they had detention, would be out of class by now. Now he was standing there though, with so many Gryffindors just gazing at him, he wanted to run back to his father's rooms and hide.

Laughing coming down the stairs leading down from the dorm rooms broke the silence in the common room and Harry's eyes, as well as those of a few others in the room, flickered over to the stair case. A few seconds later, Fred and George came into view, giggling like there was no tomorrow, their eyes shut and their hands gripping the walls to steady themselves. The silence in the room seemed to register with them however, and their chuckling calmed enough for them to open their eyes and look into their room. Almost immediately, their gazes fell onto where Harry stood.

"Hah!" George called in triumph, surprising everyone except Fred who began to grumble under his breath about something. "I knew it; pay up." He grinned to his twin brother.

"I will next time Mum sends us pocket money." Fred muttered angrily as he left the stairs and made his way over to Harry. Upon reaching their confused friend, he took his arm and pulled him over to the sofa. "Why couldn't you have woken up yesterday? Or even tomorrow?"

"You bet on when I was going to wake up?"

"Only between the two of us." Fred assured as he made Harry sit down on the sofa which had quickly been abandoned by the two Second Years when they had realised that the Weasley were heading towards it.

"And only because we had known you'd wake up eventually." George added as he reached the sofa too and that single sentence told Harry more than any other answer could have. "So how are you feeling?" He asked curiously as he inspected the bandage still tied around Harry's head.

"I'm pretty good." Harry assured them, allowing his broken wrist to be lifted and inspected by Fred. "I've taken a potion to numb the pain in my wrist, we're not exactly sure how it managed to get broken. The bandage around my head is to protect my scar; apparently it was bleeding quite a bit when they found me."

"Is it true that you met You-Know-Who again?" An unknown girl asked quietly from where she was sitting at a table over in a corner with a few other girls. The entire common room seemed to be waiting for the answer as well and Harry bit back a small sigh.

"Yeah, it was him." He confirmed, looking down at the corner of the sofa as though it was the most fascinating sight in the world.

The room remained silent though the silence had suddenly become strained. Surprisingly, it was Fred who came to the rescue. He lifted his head and gave the room a pointed look. "Yeah?" He said to them in a stern tone and that seemed to, amazingly, break the mood. The other occupants of the room instantly returned to what they were doing before and a low hum of chatter once again came.

"Thanks." Harry said to his friend with a small smile.

"Don't mention it. People in this school are too nosey for their own good sometimes."

"Is Ron included in that?"

"Oh, don't worry about him." George said with a slightly wicked smirk.

"Mum'll sort him out when we get home." Fred added with an exact copy of George's grin on his face. Then, at exactly the same times, the smirks faded and the two twins gave their friend a serious look. "Thanks for what you did, Harry."

"Yeah, you might not have managed to get to Ron before he got hurt but you made sure that nothing else could happen to him. We owe you one." George continued.

"Oh, don't be silly, you don't owe me anything. I'm just glad I was able to get to Potter before he got himself killed."

"Would he have been killed?" Fred asked him quietly and the unspoken, "did you know for sure that he would?" was clear.

"Yeah, he would have been." Harry said with a small nod, looking off back to the corner of the room again. "I think...I think I must've taken his place. He was supposed to face Voldemort on his own and it ended up me facing him alone instead."

"You should've woken us."

"We would've come with you."

"You shouldn't have taken that risk on your own."

"There wasn't really time and I was panicking. I just wanted to go and get Potter before he was killed. I never even intending on facing Voldemort but then the stupid little prat ran away from me; we practically handed ourselves over to him on a silver plate." Harry explained before pausing a moment, considering something. "What has Potter been saying about what happened?"

"Surprisingly, not a lot." Fred answered with a light grin.

"I get the feeling he's more embarrassed about the whole thing rather than proud that he was involved." George mused thoughtfully before he grinned as well. "How long did he actually last before he went down?"

"Not long, it was right near the beginning; Voldemort no doubt wanted him out of the way so he could concentrate on getting rid of me first." Total lie but was far more believable than the truth which involved Voldemort trying to be gentle with him.

"What spell?"

"Just a Stupefy."

"Hah, serves the git right." Fred laughed. "Maybe now he'll learn a little bit of humility."

"Yeah, maybe," Harry said with a small grin. "But I doubt it."

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8th June 1992: Early Evening

Harry laughed along with Fred and George as they made their way to the Great Hall for that year's Leaving Feast. The afternoon had been spent chatting aimlessly with the occasional interruption when someone shyly asked Harry if he was feeling better. He had no problem with questions like that, after all it was only people voicing concern or relief that he had come out on top after what had happened. What he objected to was when people tried to ask for an in depth explanation of what had happened. That was when he started to tell people to mind their own business or simply just ignored them.

The three Third Year Gryffindors entered the Great Hall easily, ignoring the stares that they knew were on them. They made their way over to where they would be sitting but Harry paused before he sat down. Further up the table was Ron, Hermione, and Potter; he had not spoken to any of them yet and he at least wanted to check up on Ron and Hermione.

"Be back in a second." Harry said quietly as he gave each twin a couple of pats on one of their shoulders, his eyes staying on the three First Years. Fred and George glanced over in that direction as well and simply gave small nods in reply.

So, Harry straightened up properly and made his way over to the three down at the end of the table. Several of his House mates said hello to him as he passed them and he returned the greetings politely but did not stop to chat, no doubt to the dismay of several people. When he reached the three he wanted to talk to, he stopped just behind Hermione who was sitting opposite to the other two boys.

"Alright there, Ron?" He asked with a small smile, trying to ignore the fact that several other First Years were now listen intently.

"Yeah...You?" The youngest male Weasley asked, sounding slightly awed.

"Can't complain." Harry replied, his smile turning into a grin. He looked down and to his side to where Hermione was sitting next to him with a light blush on her cheeks. "Alright Hermione?"

"Never better." She assured him with a small, slightly shy smile of her own.

Harry gave her an encouraging smile in return before he lifted his head and turned his attention to the dark haired boy sitting next to Ron, his smile fading more than a little but not completely. "Potter." He greeted neutrally.

The twelve year old boy said nothing in reply, merely turning his head and glaring off to the side. Neither Ron nor Hermione seemed impressed with the boy's attitude but Harry merely grinned at it, giving a small chuckle.

"Nice to see nothing's changed." He said in a tone filled with amusement. And it was; saving a Potter was one thing, being friendly with a Potter was something completely different. Harry turned his attention back onto Hermione and Ron. "I'll see you two later no doubt." Was what he said by way of goodbye as he turned and walked back over to Fred and George.

"Potter not in a friendly mood?" George grinned as he scooted to the side a little to allow Harry room to sit down between him and his brother.

"When is he ever when it comes to me?"

"Hey Harry, have you noticed the colour of the banners?" Fred pointed out, flicking his eyes upwards.

Harry followed his friend's eyes and saw the green and silver themed decorations of the Great Hall for the first time. "Wow, Slytherin, never saw that coming." He said sarcastically, allowing his eyes to fall back to a normal gaze. "I'm sure Draco and Father are most delighted."

"It's all Potter's fault. Merlin knows how many points he cost us this year." Fred grumbled, tapping on his fork dejectedly.

"We'll get it next year." George assured confidently.

"You said that last year." Harry pointed out.

"And the year before that." Fred added.

"Yeah, and one of these days I'm gonna be right."

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8th June 1992: Mid-Evening

A quiet spattering of applause spread throughout the Great Hall as Slytherin was announced to have won the House Cup, no one particularly thrilled for the House except the members of the House themselves. Harry clapped gently as to avoid twinging his broken wrist, not in the least surprised by the outcome of the House points including the fact that Gryffindor had come dead last, he knew only too well that a lot of those points had been taken by his own father in the Gryffindor First Year Potion class.

When he had finished clapping but others around were still doing it, Harry turned to look at Draco over on the other side of the Great Hall. The blond was looking smug and accomplished and upon catching Harry's eyes smirked at him. The Gryffindor shook his head slightly at that and rolled his eyes before turning back around, missing the small, annoyed frown which crossed Draco's face at the basic dismissal. Harry had no desire to communicate with his best friend when he was acting in such a way though; a gloating Draco was an annoying Draco.

When the clapping stopped, Dumbledore began to speak again, continuing from what he had just said: "However, in light of recent events, I believe that a few last minute points are required." That intrigued everyone as every single head in the hall turned to face the Headmaster. "To Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that this school has ever seen, I reward Gryffindor fifty points." Dumbledore said and there was a small applause. "To Hermione Granger, for her cool use of intellect even when others around were in great danger, I award fifty points." More applause. "To Johnathan Potter, for a display of courage far exceeding his age, fifty points." Yet more applause which Harry, Fred, and George only reluctantly participated in. "And to Haryon Snape," Harry blushed while the twins grinned ecstatically. "For going to the aid of others, even when it was not expected of him," that was no doubt a reference to his attempt to save Quirrel more than anything, "I award seventy-five points."

The clapping this time was far louder and there were a couple of whistles as well. That only made Harry blush a bit more and slouch further down into his seat only to be hauled back up by an enthusiastic George. Harry glanced over to his father and noted that although the man was not clapping, there was a certain smugness in his eyes as if he was saying to everyone, "that's my son you're clapping for".

"We're tied with Slytherin." Someone not too far away whispered excitedly and the message continued the full way down the table.

"And, finally, it takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but it takes a great deal more courage to stand up to your friends. Ten points will therefore be awarded to Neville Longbottom."

A lot of cheers and laughter broke out at that, all from the Gryffindor table, especially from the end all the First Years were sitting at, as they congratulated the shy boy who looked a little dazed at the attention.

"Now, if my calculations are correct, I do believe that means that a last minute change of decoration is in order." Dumbledore clapped his hands once and the banners changed from green and silver to red and gold.

If the Gryffindors had not been making enough noise before, they certainly were now. Practically the whole table was on their feet, jumping around and cheering at the tops of their voices. Harry found himself the centre of the attention in the area he was sitting in, several people patting him on his back or occasionally pulling him into a hug which he found beyond embarrassing. Eventually, Fred and George saved him from the other people only so they could hug him themselves, both throwing an arm around his shoulders and then jumping up and down in a hyper-active manner.

Once again looking over to the Slytherin table, Harry noticed that Draco now looked anything but smug. In fact, he looked furious, a dark glare aimed in Professor Dumbledore's direction. The Gryffindor turned from looking to his best friend to looking at the Head Table. Several of the teachers had seemed to have perked up now that Gryffindor had won the House Cup instead of Slytherin, which Harry had to admit was a bit unfair. He did not think he had ever seen Professor McGonagall smile so much.

With a certain amount of trepidation, Harry turned his eyes onto Severus again. As usual, the man looked incredibly sour and not in the least happy. That could not be taken to face value and Harry knew that. He kept his eyes on his father in hopes of catching the stoic man's eye. The staring eventually paid off as Severus' gaze moved the smallest amount so that their gazes met. After a few seconds of just staring, Severus gave a very slight nod before looking away again. It was small but it was enough for Harry. His father was not too annoyed and the annoyance he did feel was probably directed at Dumbledore more than him.

Despite all that had happened over that last week, things had not turned out too badly and, as the cheering of Gryffindor table continued on with no sign of stopping or fading, Harry was truly grateful that he had survived.
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