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The Power Of Love	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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After The Wedding

          Given the sheer amount of unwanted attention that his almost-wedding had gained Harry had taken his sons to the one place where he’d always felt safe and protected – The Burrow.

          Of course they had been welcomed with open arms.

          Harry had found himself drawn into the comforting embrace of the woman who had always treated him like one of her sons, drawing his head down onto her shoulder as he let out a weak sob…before completely breaking down.

          She’d held him tightly as he’d sobbed, smoothing his hair back like he was one of her grandchildren and rocking him gently in the safety of her arms.

          It didn’t take long for Harry to realise just how much the unfortunate event had affected his sons;

          Teddy had become almost silent overnight, speaking only when absolutely necessary with answers so short they sounded almost clipped and a voice so tight that it was obvious he was desperately trying to keep his emotions hidden.

          Jason had done the exact opposite.

          He was loud, arguing against every decision that was made around him despite the fact that most of them had nothing to do with him.

          “I’m sorry for bringing all my troubles to your door, Molly,” Harry sighed deeply as Jason over-reacted yet again, storming up to the room at the top of the uneven stairs which had once belonged to Harry’s oldest friend.

          “Oh, Harry, there’s no place I’d rather you be,” Molly responded whilst pulling him into another comforting hug.

          He found it rather sad that he’d received more hugs in the short time they’d been staying at the Burrow than the whole time he’d been in a “serious relationship” with...him.

          It was the day before the boys were due to return to Hogwarts that a letter arrived for Harry, brought in through the open window by a beautiful owl that reminded him so much of Hedwig it actually hurt.

          Harry,

          I know you’re probably sick of hearing this by now but you have my deepest sympathies for everything that has happened to you and the boys.

          I cannot begin to understand how you must be feeling.

          With all that’s happened in the past I don’t put much stock in what the papers say but I sincerely hope that you aren’t seriously letting him get away with everything that he did to you and the boys.

          I will stand by you and tell the world what I saw him do to our son because a man like that shouldn’t be allowed to simply get away with hurting someone so precious.

          Kian, my youngest son who unfortunately was present during the “incident” has been worried about all of you since the moment we arrived home.

          He won’t believe me that “the nasty man with the angry voice” isn’t there to hurt you any more, no matter how many times I reassure him.

          Therefore I was wondering if it would be at all possible for us to meet up on the platform tomorrow so that he can see that you’re all alright – hopefully that should be enough to put an end to his nightmares…

          Of course I completely understand if you’d rather not in which case I wish you the best, Harry – you deserve all the happiness in the world.

          Draco.

          “How old is his youngest?”

          “Four, I think.”

          “Oh, the poor thing,” Molly murmured sympathetically. “No wonder he’s having nightmares if he saw that…well, I can’t call him what I want to call him because that would be rude…strike Jason and try to blame it on his father…”

          “Daddy.”

          “Harry?”

          “Um…sorry…it’s just…they call him Daddy,” Harry murmured softly, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he smoothed the letter out on the kitchen table. His eyes kept getting drawn to a couple of phrases Draco had used in his letter; ‘I will stand by you,’ ‘someone so precious’ and ‘you deserve all the happiness in the world.’

          Rationally he knew that Draco was really talking about Jason but he couldn’t stop his heart from swelling the hope that maybe that ‘someone so precious’ had described him…

          “Dad?!?”

          Harry was up and out of his seat before his sons voice had finished crying out for him, taking the stairs two at a time as he hurried up to his sons room.

          He found Jason cowering in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest as his whole body trembled almost uncontrollably while Teddy stood frozen by the window, staring out into the marshland that had always surrounded the Weasley family home.

          “What is it?” he demanded, unsure which son to go to. “What’s wrong?”

          “He’s here…”

          “Who?” Harry demanded weakly, dread pooling in his stomach as he stumbled across the room to stand behind his adoptive son. “Who’s here?”

          “C-Clive…”

          Harry felt the colour drain out of his face.

          No…

          This couldn’t be happening…

          Why would he come back?

          And…how did he know they were here?

          Pulling his son back against his body, cradling him tightly to his chest his battle trained eyes scanned the scene outside the window.

          There was no one there.

          “Teddy?” Harry murmured softly as his eldest son clung to him, his lithe body trembling violently. “He’s not there.”

          “It was him…” Jason whimpered from the other side of the room.

          “He was there, dad, I swear…” Teddy whimpered fearfully. It was the most he’d said in days. “He was just…watching us…”

          “He’s not there any more.”

          “Dad…”

          “He’s gone.”

          Swallowing down the irrational fear threatening to bubble up out of his stomach he drew Teddy away from the window, moving back across the room so that he could pull his second son into the tight embrace.

          “W-Why did he come here?”

          “I don’t know…”

          Harry clung to his boys almost as much as they clung to him, the three of them curling into a ball in the corner of the room just as Molly rushed into the room having been forced to take the stairs a little slower than Harry.

          “What happened?”

          “C-Clive…the boys saw him outside…”

          Molly’s eyes burned with rage as she rushed to the window and pulled the curtains shut with such force that a couple of the rungs ripped free at the top.

          “Do you want me to call Kingsley?” she asked once she was done.

          “I don’t…I haven’t seen him since…”

          “Harry, that man abused you,” Molly murmured firmly, reaching out to stroke the back of his son’s heads as they buried their faces in his chest. “You are well within your rights to have him placed under a restraining order.”

          Harry bit his lip for a long moment, stroking his hands through his sons soft hair as he struggled with what should have been a simple decision – he had been abused by his fiancé, his sons were frightened of his now ex-fiancé and Clive, the abusive ex-fiancé in question may or may not be following him…

          And that was it.

          His decision was made.

          “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again…”

A/N I know, I know, it has been literally FOR EVER since I last updated this story. I’ll try not to leave it quite so long next time. Comments and suggestions are always welcome!
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