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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note 2~ Kain, there are many shades of grey in this, and many aspects of the story havnt came out yet, so some explanations are going to be done dont worry, it becomes clearer as you read more into it. Even at this point many things have not ben explained yet but will be thank you for reviewing. Kayla, thank you for the review, loved reading it, and dont worry I will be finishing this but by the time I am done it will be a long read. :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 24

August 18^th Two weeks before the start of Hogwarts term

It was a quiet morning for everyone, including Harry. He didn’t want to leave yet, although he knew he had too, so with his chin high; determination flashing in his eyes, he made his way to the floo room. The thought of spending even a half of a day with the Dursley’s sent a shiver down his spine.

“You know love…I would never make you go to that place by yourself. I will be there the whole time.” Harry’s grandmother said putting her arm over his shoulders guiding him to the fireplace.

Harry looked back at the room and everyone that had gathered, he had already said his goodbyes giving everyone hugs. The last step was to just go through the fireplace. Looking back at Draco one last time, the blond lifted his eyebrow in challenge; Harry gave him a grin back before saying “Dursley’s residence.”

Tumbling through the fireplace into the Dursley’s living room was one of the most confusing experiences in his life. There was no screeching from his aunt about the dirty mess he had brought in; no bellow from his uncle about the freakishness that is entering his home. By far the most disturbing sight was seeing his cousin with his head down, on his hands and knees cleaning. It all was too weird.

His grandmother came in after Harry, followed closely by his trunks. “I know it’s a little weird but I have it on good authority they will not even notice us unless we address them first.” She said, putting her arms around Harry.

Harry nodded his head, and went to take his trunk to the parlor for when the order would come to pick him up. As he rounded the corner, he ran straight into his aunt, but because he didn’t say anything, she picked herself up off the floor walking around him. This little run in giving him a good look at his aunt’s face and arms; both of which had huge scars running across them. Some of the scars had the shiny appearance of burns, while others had the puckered look of deep gashes that never healed properly. What could have happened to his aunt in the time he was gone? The next person Harry looked at was his uncle; who also had similar scars, and the same could be said for his cousin as well.

Going back into the living room Harry came to his Grandmother, putting his arms around her waist; burying his face into her shoulder. “What happened to the Dursley’s?

Giving a kiss to the top of his head, “Well it seems there is a blond dragon who wanted to have a little bit of revenge for what they have done too you.”

Harry looked up sharply, “Draco? Why would he do that?” Slightly uneasy, how could Draco inflict so much pain and damage to another being no matter how horrible the beings are?

Aubrey eyes softened just a little bit, “One of these days Harry, we will talk about what they have done to you.” His grandmother gave him a tight hug. “Now I know you figured out my clue about Draco. So you tell me why he would do this?”

Harry blushed feeling the heat from his toes too the tip of his ears, before burrowing his head back into his grandmother’s shoulder. “It is true then, I am Draco’s mate. I had thought that maybe I wasn’t…I mean that he hasn’t told me…not that I want him too…but…”

His grandmother laughed; with the bell like laugh she gave when she was truly amused, “Now love…From what I understand, the blond won’t even approach you till he turns seventeen. That is the way the Elves have always done things…So if you want something now with the blond…Then it is up to you.”

Harry still unable to get rid of his blush which darkened; nodded his head. For now all he wanted from Draco was friendship. “I still think it is wrong that he tortured the Dursley’s”

The look on Aubrey’s face darkened and the amused smile on her face turned into a thin flat line. “Harry, love I would like you to take a walk before the order gets here, and why don’t you take your cousin with you, I have some things to say to my daughter.”

Harry turned his head to the fat boy still cleaning on his hands and knees before nodding at his grandmother’s suggestion. “Dudley let’s go for a walk.”

Dudley turned sharply, looking at the person talking to him. His eyes got huge when they landed on Harry; with a gasp the large boy crawling backwards; knocking over the pail of water in his attempt to stay as far away as possible. Dudley stuttered out, “I p..p.promised the bl…blond daemon…th..that I wouldn’t hurt yo…you.”

Harry tilted his head to the side by the complete role reversal this situation became; he could remember it being him in the same position stuttering something stupid, with Dudley standing over him. “It’s fine let’s just take a walk.”

Dudley nodded his head before lowering his gaze too scared to even look at him anymore. Getting up slowly Dudley followed Harry out of the house.

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Aubrey was fuming as she inspected the house that her grandson lived in for the first fourteen years of his life. Looking at the fat boy’s two rooms one of those rooms being storage for broken toys, while her love…stayed in a broom closet. That doesn’t even include the house chores, beatings, starvation, mental anguish these monsters had done to her grandson. The more she looked the more she thanked Draco for what he had done to them. The name the fat boy called the blond dragon was well deserved. She couldn’t wait to get home to tell Draco what his new name was, knowing the blond…He would treasure the name, with a smirk and slight nod of his head.

Aubrey know why she liked Draco better than his father, as both were a copy of the other. But she knew with Harry’s influence on the blond he was bound to turn out better than his father. Already he was showing such promise, when she heard of Draco stunning his father only because Harry was bored; she had almost died laughing. That was one spectacle she would have loved to see firsthand.

Now to the unpleasant business of talking to her daughter, the one who ran off, making Aubrey believe she had died over twenty years ago. Although she still called the person her daughter, she had grieved for Petunia when she thought she had died. In truth this was a stranger that she couldn’t believe that held such hate in within, she would take it out on an innocent child.

“Petunia” one word was all this person needed to know the truth of her crimes, as she watched her daughter turn standing back in shock, anger, jealously, and fear; as each wash over her face. Each emotion marring her daughter, turning her into an uglier person with them. “I just want to know why you would do this to an innocent child? Why your own flesh and blood?”

Petunia at first didn’t say anything, only starring, not quite able to grasp the concept of being able to answer. With a tired sigh she sat in a chair whispering, “He paid us…”

“Who paid you?...”Aubrey said, the steel never leaving her eyes nor her voice.

“The freak that runs that school for freaks…” Petunia continued to whisper, her body almost collapsing onto itself.

Aubrey thought she was furious before; now fury turned into an all consuming rage as anger continued to rise and boil within her blood. That these people not only did it, but were paid to do this, was outrageous in of itself. Knowing that there was a person out there, a wizard that wanted this done to Harry, was unspeakable. She began pacing trying to relive some of the anger building up in her system, but she knew the only release she could have is when she told Tom. This was something he hadn’t planned on and it meant that Dumbledore was more dangerous than ever before.
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