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When Two Are One	By : rachxoxo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-**UPDATE**
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
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�He did what?!� Ron shrieked into the green flames of the fireplace.

�Shh..Ronald. You�ll wake everyone.� Hermione warned, clamping her hand over his mouth.

Harry was all but passed out on the couch when Ron�s shouting woke him up late that night. Kreacher had bestowed upon him enough food to rival Hogwart�s feasts and he felt obligated to fill himself with every last piece of it he could force into his stomach. Needless to say he found himself moving quite slow for the remainder of the evening. Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes before acknowledging his friends again.

�He thanked me for saving his life like I�ve told you five times now.� Harry said annoyance tingeing his voice.

�So you�re both mental. I�ll have Dad alert St. Mungo�s that they have two complete nut bags coming their way� Ron said, choking on the ashes floating into his nose.

Hermione scowled at him and pushed him out of the way.

�Wars are known to cause dramatic changes in people�s moods and personalities.� Hermione said matter-of-factly.

�I wouldn�t call it dramatic, just shocking.�

�Posttraumatic stress disorder would make him dissociative, so that can�t be it. Maybe he�s�no, there�s no one who could have performed the spell on him, they�re in Azkaban. Maybe�� she argued with herself. She took a sip from something that Ron handed her from his place out of the fire.

�Maybe he�s learned from his mistakes.� Harry interjected.

�Maybe you are mental.� Hermione said, looking over at Ron who had joined her back in the fire. They both broke out in an irritating fit of laughter.

Harry was tempted to remove himself from the fire but stopped short when Ron spoke up.

�We�re sorry, Harry. We volunteered ourselves to test one of the last inventions Fred and George worked on together. Apparently it makes you act like�� Ron said.

�An asshole?� Harry asked.

Hermione and Ron rolled on the floor and nearly toppled into the grate.

�I�ll talk to you two when you�re�yourselves.� Harry muttered.

�Let us know when you�re yourself� Hermione laughed into the flames as Harry removed himself from the fire.

�Un-be-fucking-lieveable. The nerve of those two. If that was me acting like that they�d have jumped down my fucking throat. No, Kreacher, I�m not thirsty� he said, waving off a goblet of wine the house-elf was holding out for him.

�Would Master Harry like Kreacher to fluff his pillow before he goes to sleep?� Kreacher asked, his eyes lighting up.

�It�s not necessary. Goodnight.�

�Goodnight, Master Harry. Kreacher will be up early to take care of the chores. Kreacher will bring Master Harry the paper in the morning. Kreacher is so happy to have someone in the House of Black. Kreacher was becoming so lonely��

Harry nodded to the blabbering elf and closed his door. He could still hear Kreacher talking as he settled in under the covers. His mind skated back and forth over the events that had taken place earlier that night before the arms of sleep took hold of him.

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His skin felt tingly. He kicked the covers away to find millions of tiny spiders crawling all over his body. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. The spiders however saw this as an opportunity to invade his mouth. They were crawling down his throat now, biting at his esophagus on their journey downwards. He tried to scream again but realized that his lungs were shriveling up in his chest. His extremities were drawing back up into his body. Blood poured onto his sheets and pooled on the floor. His mother was rushing to his side now, slipping on the crimson liquid. It was too late. No one could save him from his fate.

Draco sprang up from his bed. He ran his hands over his legs and examined his arms. All that could be found was a thin layer of sweat. Relieved, he fell back to his pillows.

�Daisy heard Master Draco screaming. Is Master Draco alright?� the elf called from the doorway.

�Yes, I�m fine, Daisy. Just another dream.� Draco said groggily.

Daisy walked past the threshold baring a tray laden with coffee, a plate of eggs, sausage and toast and the Daily Prophet.

�Master Draco is having nightmares almost every night. Daisy does not remember Master Draco ever having nightmares before Mistress Narcissa was taken away. Daisy thinks that��

�That will be all, thank you� Draco interrupted.

Daisy bowed and slinked out of the room.

It was true. Every morning he was being haunted by dreams. They were always different scenarios, either centering around things that had happened to him in his childhood or entirely imagined and utterly impossible ones. They always ended the same though. He was screaming for someone to help him but his voice would suddenly vanish. Somehow his mother would come to his aid and attempt everything she could to revive him before the realization of his demise hit her. Her icy blue eyes would be the last thing he�d see before he fell into the abyss of death.

He�d spent weeks and weeks brooding on these dreams, trying to formulate a theory on which they were based. He combed the family library for answers. He�d even resorted to consulting Sibyll Trelawney, who turned out to be as useful as a pair of gloves to someone with no hands. He never dared to tell his mother about his nightly horror shows, she was already making herself sick with worry over his well being.

Shaking his head from the lingering fragments of the dream, he set his attention to the breakfast before him. He never liked to eat too much when he was going to see his parents. The weight of doom always made his stomach feel as if it�d burst at the seams. Why hadn�t they found more reliable guards than the Dementors? Twice while he was there he was trailed by them, feeling the few good memories he had in his life being ripped from him.

�Master Draco, what color tie will you be needing today?� Daisy asked, various hues of silk fabric trailing over her arms.

�The aubergine one, Daisy. Thank you�

The elf bowed and set the tie over the rest of the wardrobe picked for him that day. Always a black suit, white shirt, the aubergine tie and black shoes. Every time the elf would insist on asking him what he wished to wear even though they both knew it would be the same. It was a uniform of sorts. His grief uniform.

�Will Master Draco be taking a bath before he�s dressed today? Daisy can fill up the bath with the lavender bath oil Master Draco loves so much.�

�I won�t be taking a bath today, Daisy. Breakfast was lovely, as always. Thank you very much.� Draco said, handing the elf the tray back.

�Does Master Draco need help getting dressed?� her squeaky voice accented with an enormous smile.

�No, Daisy, that�ll be all for now.�

Rejected, the elf bowed low and sulked out of the room.

Mum will have a laugh at that one Draco thought as he pulled the clothes on. With a spritz of cologne and his cloak placed on his shoulders, he gave himself one last look before leaving for the boat that took him to the hell hole known as Azkaban.

The familiar sinking feeling entered his body as he walked through the wards of the prison. It was divided into two parts. The topmost levels served as a home for those criminals deemed �relatively harmless� and was guarded by wizards in bright olive robes. The lower levels, however, hosted the prison�s most volatile criminals and was guarded by none other than the Dementors.

�Mister Malfoy�

Draco cringed at the formality the day guard of his mother�s ward addressed him in.

�Mister Macy. How are you today?� Draco asked, shaking the man�s hand.

�Smashing. Back again?� Macy said as he passed the Probity Probe over the younger man.

�Mother can�t get enough of me these days I�m afraid.�

Macy laughed. �Still no wand, Mister Malfoy?�

�Mr. Ollivander is not yet healthy enough to return to business as I discussed with you two days ago, Mister Macy� Draco grumbled.

�Oh, yes, that is right. My memory isn�t as it used to be� Macy said as he led Draco down the hall to his mother�s cell.

Good thing they have you guarding Azkaban, you tool.

They stopped in front of the last door on the right. Macy pressed the tip of his wand to his throat.

�Mrs. Malfoy, Draco is here to see you.�

�Oh, my son!� Narcissa said from the other side of the door.

�Please step away from the door, Mrs. Malfoy.� Macy said, pressing his hand to the cold steel.

He muttered a string of incantations in a language Draco wished to understand and tapped the door three times with his wand. The door slid from its place and into the wall.

�Thank you, Mister Macy� Draco said, stepping over the threshold.

Macy winked and closed the door once more.

Pale arms wrapped their way around him and pulled him closer to the body they sprang from.

�Oh Draco, I�ve been so worried about you. I�ve not seen you in two days. I�ve missed you terribly.� Narcissa said, relinquishing her hold on him.

He was always amazed when he saw his mother that the dreariness of her surroundings played no part in deteriorating her beauty. Her hair shone as bright as the sun that filtered through the barred window in her cell. Her skin was impeccable, traces of pale pink rouge on her cheeks and lips. The sickeningly orange jumpsuit she was outfitted in made her head appear to float on fire.

�I was held up in Diagon Alley when I went shopping yesterday. Mr. Ollivander is still very weak from his imprisonment and it took him two times as long to get my measurements and things in order. It was nearly three thirty when I returned home for my meeting with Harry.� Draco said, tossing his cloak to the small bed in the corner of the room.

His mother�s cell was little more than a silver box with a bed, toilet and a table with one chair. Pictures of Draco were taped haphazardly to the walls around them.

�How did that go, sweetheart?� Narcissa asked, perching herself at the edge of the table.

�It went about as well as a meeting between rivals can. I half expected Potter to flake out on the whole thing, but he showed up. Late, but he was there.�

Narcissa took both of his hands in hers and smiled. �Thank you so much for humoring your silly mother�s wishes. I owe Harry a great deal of thanks when I am released from this�monstrosity as well.�

�When are you being released? They gave you the Veritaserum, they know you were only following Voldemort because you were protecting me. Why are they still holding you here?� Draco asked, anger rising in his voice.

�I am still your father�s wife and because of that they can�t fully trust that he�s not passing messages to me telepathically�

�That is the biggest load of bull shit I have ever heard!�

�I know, I know. They tell me I�ll be free soon. Very soon. I have so much to do. I owe a great many people apologies. This war has taught me that things I once thought important are trivial in comparison to what I have taken for granted over the years. I hope it�s taught you as well.� Narcissa said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Draco took this opportunity to properly hug his mother. A deep feeling of regret and sadness passed through him. He had learned a great deal from his mother in the previous months. In the twenty hours she�d spend confined to her cell she�d taken to writing a journal which she shared openly with him. The first ten pages ripped a hole through his heart as the words I want to die poured over the parchment. Slowly her outlook had become brighter as she was now allowed an hour to walk outside daily. She told him stories of the aunt he�d never known, Andromeda, which she described as an unbelievably kind and warm woman. She teared up when she got to the point of the tale in which she was forced by Lucius to disown Andromeda based solely on the fact that she�d married a Muggle. His mother�s tears filled him with more venom for his father each time they were shed. For some inconceivable reason though, she�d defend him to Draco. He�d seen love do crazy things to people in his lifetime, and nothing was more insane than his mother�s adoration towards his father.

�When was the last time you saw your father, Draco?�

He pulled his arms from around his mother and walked over to the slits in the wall that made up the window.

�Two months ago on his birthday. And before you suggest it, I have no plans of seeing him today�

�Draco, your father misses you.� Narcissa said meekly.

�Like hell he does!� Draco said, spinning around.

�He�s your father, Draco.�

Draco shook his head. �He�s no bloody father of mine.�

�Draco, do you love your mother?�

�Oh, don�t start that. You�re going to guilt trip me into going to see him like you did the last time. No, I won�t do it!� Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest. �Meeting with Harry was one thing. This is an entirely different situation you�re asking me to go into.�

�Why is it so different? You�ve never liked Harry and you�ve never liked your father.� Narcissa said, keeping her eyes locked on her sons.

�Harry didn�t show up flanked by twenty or more Dementors. Why are you suddenly on about me seeing him anyways? It hasn�t bothered you before that I refused to see him.�

Narcissa took a deep breath and stiffened up.

�Your father�s health has greatly diminished since the last time you�ve seen him. He refuses to eat, bathe or sleep. The Dementors have affected him in a way that none thought possible. The doc�the doctors believe he doesn�t have much time left. I want you to go see him, Draco. To give you closure.� she said, her voice shaking.

�You�ll come with me then?�

Narcissa shook her head. �I visited with him yesterday. They won�t allow me another visit until he�s��

Draco pulled his mother into another hug, running his hands over her silky hair as she sobbed onto his shoulder.

�I�ll do it, Mother. Not because I want to. Only for you.� he said, kissing her forehead.

He slipped from her grip and put his cloak back on.

�You�ll be away from this place soon, Mother. I love you.� he said, squeezing her hand.

�I love you too, my dear son.�

Draco tapped on the door for Macy to bid him exit from the cell.

The corridor he was traveling now was dank and dark. Moans, cries and screams followed him into the underbelly of Azkaban. Deeper and deeper he traveled, breath hitching up in his chest. The rattling and sucking sounds grew more intense with each pound of the soles of his shoes on the stone floor. A mixture of relief and dread filled him as he stopped in front of his father�s cell.

It was a great contrast to his mother�s. Twisted metal bars trickled down from the ceiling and formed the door. There were no reminders of his family taped to the tattered and peeling walls. The whole of it was covered in a thick layer of dirt. A bunch of manky rags laid huddled in the corner.

�Draco?� The pile of rags spoke.

Lucius Malfoy rose slowly from his sanctuary. The grey jumpsuit he wore now hung from his body like the skin of a dragon. His hair was matted with dirt and insects crawled over it. His face was ashen, his eyes as dark as obsidian.

�Father� Draco said, swallowing before the bit of vomit that rose in his throat surfaced.

Lucius reached his hand through the bars and rested a cold, crusty hand on Draco�s shoulder.

�I�ve missed you these many months you�ve neglected to see me� Lucius said, squeezing Draco�s shoulder with as much strength as he could muster.

Draco took a seat on the rickety stool provided and averted his gaze from the withered form of his father behind the bars.

�How have you been?�

�Fine� Draco ground out.

�I�ve been a horrible father to you, Draco� Lucius whispered.

�You think so?� Draco shot at him. His voice reverberated through the hallowed halls.

Lucius held a finger to his lips. �Shhh. They�ll hear you and they�ll come back for me.�

Draco huffed and folded his arms over his chest.

�While I�ve given you many material things in your life, I�ve never given you something the should come as naturally as air to me, as your father. Love.�

�It�s too late for that now.�

�I know�I know� Lucius sobbed into his hands.

�Has it finally sunk in now, all the danger you�ve thrown me into all the years I�ve been alive? Did you ever stop and think for one fucking minute that there was a way out of it, a way that didn�t dangle your son and wife�s lives in front of the talons of Death every time you arrived at a kink in the master plan?� Draco screamed, getting to his knees in front of his father�s cage.

�There was no way around it. I ha�had to follow the Dark Lord�s orders.�

�No you didn�t. Dumbledore��

�Dumbledore was a senile old man who had no sense of reality�

��offered you the same protection as the Potters numerous times and you refused him for your own stupid fucking reasons. Did it make you feel powerful to be at the beck and call of the most foul being ever birthed from a woman�s womb? How�d you feel when you were made a prisoner of your own home simply because you weren�t quick enough to get the prophecy? How does it feel to sit in your corner day in and day out pondering what could have been your life had you not crumbled under the pressure of being Voldemort�s bitch?� Draco shouted.

�IT�S HORRIBLE!� Lucius screamed, matching Draco�s volume. �There�s not a day that goes by that I don�t regret what I�ve done to you and your mother. If I could go back to that night where I willed myself over to the Dark Lord�s service, I would. I�m abhorred by my behavior over the past eighteen years. It seems the only good things to come of my life during that time are your mother and you. I�ve taken you both for granted��

The door at the end of the hallway bursted forth and a group of twenty Dementors glided over the stone floor. Each sought the company of the prisoner they were assigned to. Draco�s breath appeared in white clouds before him as the final Dementor came closer.

�GO! I won�t let them take you too!� Lucius cried.

Draco pushed open the heavy doors across from his father�s cell and ran up the steps, the sounds of his father�s screams echoing behind him.

~~~~*~~~~

�Kreacher, I�m home� Harry said to the empty hallway.

�Master Harry! Kreacher has spent the whole day making steak and kidney pie. Kreacher remembered it was your favorite. How was your friend?� Kreacher asked, dragging him by the arm in the direction of the basement.

�Hagrid is well. He�s staying in the Leaky Cauldron with his brother Grawp while the repairs to Hogwarts are made. He gave me a present. Hang on.�

Harry ran back to the front door and opened it, allowing a medium sized black owl with blue eyes to fly in.

�His name is Onyx. Grawp accidentally grabbed for him outside Eeylops and Hagrid nursed him back to health. He�s really smart. I�ve already had him send letters to the Weasleys and Hermione.� Harry said as he was lead back to the basement kitchen.

�Kreacher has firewhisky for Master Harry to drink or pumpkin juice.�

�Pumpkin juice, please. And don�t forget to pour some for yourself.�

Onyx fluttered in the air for a few minutes before settling on top of one of the cupboards.

Kreacher proudly laid a plate in front of Harry and took his seat across from the young wizard.

�Kreacher got Master Harry a copy of the Evening Prophet to read� the wizened elf said, handing over the rolled up newspaper.

�Thank you, Kreacher.�

There hadn�t been much to report on since Voldemort�s death. The few Death Eaters that had managed to escape the Ministry died before reaching safety. Kingsley Shacklebolt had officially been elected as Minister of Magic. And one of the members of the Weird Sisters overdosed on Confusing Concoction and now believed he was an alien from the far off planet of Zebulon Seven. Harry was about to turn his attention to the Fiendishly Difficult Crossword when the headline on the front page changed before him and caught his eye.

ACCIDENT AT AZKABAN

Sometime after two o�clock this afternoon there was a serious security breach at Azkaban prison that left one dead and at least three more injured. It has not yet been confirmed but eyewitness reports state that the Dementors of Azkaban administered, at their own free will, the Dementor�s Kiss to four convicted Death Eaters. Walter Macy, Head of Security was unable to be reached for questioning pertaining to this event. At the present time, the names of those inflicted are unavailable.

The article disappeared and a new one took it�s place.

BREAKING NEWS IN AZKABAN SCANDAL

St. Mungo�s has now released the names of those injured in today�s accident at Azkaban. Vincent Crabbe Sr., 45 and Garvin Goyle, 44, both of Westminster and Yousirian Yaxley, 43 of Camberwell have all been admitted to the Janus Thickney ward in a condition described as �stable but hollow�. It has now been confirmed that the only fatality in today�s breach is that of Lucius Malfoy, 44, of Wiltshire. No information stemming from the necropsy performed on Mr. Malfoy earlier this evening has been released, but Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt has ordered the remaining Dementors of Azkaban to be sent to an undisclosed location where they will be unable to harm wizards and Muggles alike. We were able to ask the Minister his thoughts on the events of the afternoon and he had this to say.

�I am as sickened by the actions of these�fiends as I am sure the wizarding community as a whole are. Not once in my term of office have I ordered the Kiss to be performed and I am appalled that the audacity of those Dementors involved. Rest assured that the�parties in question will be dealt with once questioning has commenced. My thoughts and prayers are with those families who have sustained a loss in this horrible crime.�

Those wishing to pay their respects to the Malfoy family may do so tomorrow at the memorial service for Lucius Malfoy to be held at three o�clock on the grounds of Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire.

Harry took a moment to collect his jaw from the door before turning to Kreacher.

�I�m going to need a suit laundered and pressed for tomorrow.�

A/N: This took WAY longer than I expected to write. I ended up with a horrendous migraine over the course of the weekend and when I was finally able to write, my program crashed and I lost half of the chapter. Gahh!

Big �Thank You�s� to the thrnbrooke, paigeey07 and Narcissa for reviewing. I promise that this is going to get better as it goes on, there are just a few things that I have to get out of the way before I get to anything remotely slash.

Reviews are delightful and I hope to see some new names on my review page!
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