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Finding Families	By : Kirigirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters within it and make no money from this. This is for my own fun.

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A/N: I own nothing and make no money. For my own fun and fiction.

Title: Families

Warnings: Abuse, Character Deaths, Slash, OoCnes! OC

Summary: Harry is betrayed by the wizarding world. When he has no way out, who will he meet? Takes place in Harry’s seventh year.

Chapter 3 – Dementors and Prisoners

“…Harry…Harry!”

Harry dragged himself away from a conversation with Voldemort, who had previously assured Harry that it would not spoil his plan to bring the girl along in the breakout as well. He said he would be released soon from his cell, and he must go with whomever it was that would take them.

“What? I was talking with-” His words caught in his throat as ice began to fill his veins, and he felt the ominous presence of the dementors coming down the hall toward their cells.

Looking across at the girl-she had not yet offered a name-he saw her lying on the floor, wide-eyed, neither of them had been able to eat for four days, and it was clear she was growing weak. It had now been three weeks since their last conversation, and no dementors, or guards for that matter, had come their way. Harry assumed the food was delivered by magic, and it was only poisoned every other day or so.

Now the dementors could be heard, their raspy breathing. Harry forced mental walls in place, and braced himself. Then Harry heard a sound he had not heard in a long time, and the despair and cold eased.

Footsteps.

As he listened, the footsteps drew nearer to their cells.

Peering out into the dim, torch lit hall, Harry could make out two large shadows, and then two cloaked figures were standing in front of his cell.

“Potter?” Harry knew that voice, though it was the last he had expected.

“Malfoy?” He was stunned.

“What? A few weeks and you have already lost your mind? I knew you were weak, but I never thought you would be that weak.” The shorter figure pushed his hood back, and Harry was staring up into silver eyes from his position curled in the far corner of his cell. The figure beside Draco pushed back its hood, and revealed the cold face of Lucius Malfoy.

“Well, I admit I was prepared for you to be in poor shape, but even I didn't expect to find you looking like some sort of half starved dog.” The sneer was evident in his voice. Then Draco did something that made Harry question just how much the lack of food was effecting him.

Draco glared at his father.

A small cracked voice came from behind the two Malfoys.

“Y-you know th-them, Harry?” The girl was still lying beside her cot, but had rolled onto her side, and was peering at the two blondes curiously. Harry picked himself up, and shakily walked toward the bars of his cell.

“Yes, little one, they’re going to save us. Just hang on, and we’ll get you out-”

“Mr. Potter, as much as I hate to break this us, we must hurry, the dementors will not be able to hold back the Aurors for long.” With that, Lucius pushed a key into the lock, and the door unlatched with a soft ‘click’. Draco yanked to door open while Lucius went to the girl’s cell and proceeded to unlock and pull open her door.

Draco watched Harry stumble towards the door a moment before sliding an arm around his waist, and pulling Harry’s right arm around his shoulders. Shocked, but thankful for the help, Harry allowed himself to be helped out the door, and into the hall.

Lucius emerged form the other cell carrying the girl in his arms, cradled against his chest. Without pausing, Lucius led the way back through the corridors, which were oddly quiet. They passed a side corridor where the sounds of fighting and screams echoed down to them, and Harry realized the other prisoners weren’t quiet, they had been released from their cells, and were fighting the Aurors.

Another passageway was stuffed with dementors. Then they reached a wall, and with a wave of his want, Draco blew a large hole in it. Outside, Harry spotted two thestrals, waiting in the dim light. Squinting, Harry realized it must be close to sunset. No one had left any food, in person or by magic that day, so Harry had no idea what time it could be.

They strode toward the thestrals, and Harry found himself being lifted up onto its back. Draco swung up in front of him.

“Make sure you hold on. Wrap your arms around me, that’s probably the best way, much as I loathe to say it.” Obediently, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, squeezing tightly. “Not so hard, Potter!” Harry felt Draco tense beneath his arms, and then they were in the air, the thestral pumping its wings and taking them higher, into the air and then above the low hanging clouds.

Squeezing his eyes shut against the dizziness and light, Harry buried his head in Draco’s back. Breathing deeply to soothe his nerves, Harry realized that Draco smelt like mint and fresh air. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep again.

:::

Harry woke with a jolt as the thestral landed.

“Okay, Potter, you can stop holding onto me now.” Promptly after Harry released his death grip on Draco’s waist the blonde slid down to the ground in a fluid movement.

Harry looked around. They were in a garden, green hedges cur short lining paths that wove in between flower beds in full bloom, despite the season. To his right, he caught sight of a white peacock disappearing behind a patch of lavender and tulips, pale in the moonlight.

He was pulled off the thestral, and into a pair of strong arms. The arms tightened around him, and Harry’s last impression before falling into unconsciousness was feeling safe for the first time in weeks.

:::

Harry was warm. And everything around him was soft. It took a few seconds, but then he remembered what had happened, and panic gripped him. He sat up, looking around the room he was in. Nothing could have been farther from his cell in Azkaban.

The walls were painted a pale blue, and the floor was covered in a thick crème colored carpet. Beside his bed was a small table with a decorative white, crème, and pale blue stained glass lamp. Across the room from his bed was a door, and on the far left wall sat a large desk, to the left of which was another door. The far right wall was a large amount of fabric, covering what he assumed to be some very large, floor length windows. The curtains were a midnight blue, cracked open in the center enough for a stream of light to trace a path across the floor, reflecting off the carpet and into the room around him. To one side of the windows was a mirror, and on the right side was a landscape painting. Harry could see the leaves on the trees shift in an invisible wind that existed only within the painting.

Looking at his bed, Harry saw that the sheets were in deep blue like the curtains, light blue comforter on top of them.

Harry panicked. Where was the little girl? Where was he? Had Voldemort decided to make him a captive?

‘Actually, if he wanted to make me a captive, he would put me in a dungeon, not a room bigger than the Dursleys’ living room.’Harry was still wondering if he had the strength and the nerve to get out of bed, despite the fact that he had realized he was only wearing a pair of boxers and silk pajama bottoms, when the door across the room opened.

Harry found himself facing Voldemort, Professor Snape standing slightly behind him and to the left.

“Good morning Mr. Potter. Feeling better?”

“What do you mean?”

“You slept for almost two days. Severus had to come up with a few creative ways to get some nutritive, nourishment, and other potions into you.”

Harry was shocked.

“Two days?”

“Yes Mr. Potter,” Snape stepped forward, looking at him coolly. “Your body showed signs of starvation. I wasn’t aware Azkaban refused to feed it’s prisoners.”

“They don’t,” muttered Harry. “They were poisoning out food, so I haven’t been able to eat in a few days. I hadn’t eaten anything the day we were rescued, they didn’t even send any food up that day.”

“Your body showed signs of starvation, so I was instructed by My Lord to treat you. In any case, your condition was nowhere as bad as your companion. She-”

“Is she alright?” Harry’s heart was pounding. He threw back the sheets, and placed his feet on the floor, moving to stand. His legs gave out under him, and he was caught by a pair of cool hands catching him under the arms, and lifting him back onto the bed.

“You should rest. If you refuse to sit still, at least let Severus and I assist you. You are my ally now, it is not in my best interest to allow you to become ill again.” Harry looked up into sincere, red eyes.

“Alright. Would you please take me to her?” Harry wanted to make sure she was all right after the journey.

“Mr. Potter, My Lord and myself are busy, if you will not mind, we will escort you in, and then we will send Draco to escort you back here. If you need anything, let him know. Now, let’s go so that I can get back to my potions.”

Harry was guided down the hall, Snape and Voldemort on either side of him, lightly gripping his arms in case he fell. Two doors to his left, down the hall, they stopped. Voldemort opened the door quietly, stepping in ahead of Harry.

Stepping in, Harry looked to the bed on the right side of the room. She looked so small in the deep green blankets. Harry walked toward the bed. Sitting down on the side of the bed, Harry never noticed as the other two men left and Draco replaced them, standing by the door. Harry just watched her breathing. When a hand touched his shoulder, Harry jumped, and turned his head around.

Draco sneered lightly at him.

“A little jumpy, Potter?”

Harry glared, but his look softened as he looked back at the girl.

“I guess. I was just watching her sleep. I don’t even know her name.” He added, to the question he knew was coming. Harry was still looking at the girl, and never saw the tender look that crossed Draco’s face.

“I’m sure she will be fine. I can have a house elf inform us as soon as she wakes up. We should get you back to your room so you can rest.” Draco tried to pull him up, but Harry pulled back, resisting the attempt to remove him from the bed. Instead, Draco found himself falling forward and landing on top of Harry, his face inches from the other boy’s. Scrambling up, he muttered for Harry to follow him.

Back in Harry’s room, Draco called for a house elf, and ordered some toast, water, and some sliced apples to be brought up. Harry climbed into his bed, and stared down at the sheets. The house elf reappeared with a tray laden with water, a pitcher, a plate piled high with sliced apples, and another plate with a small mountain of toast, and beside that there were several jars with butter, jams, jellies, spreads, a jar of peanut butter, and a jar of nutella. Setting the tray down on the bed, the elf left. The two boys began eating in an awkward silence. A while had passed before either spoke.

“Why aren't you in school now, Draco?” Harry was looking at him curiously, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. Draco finished chewing on the bite of toast in his mouth before answering.

“You noticed I was nicer to you before you were…taken away, yes?” Harry nodded. “Well, I was planning on trying to create a semi-alliance between us. However, I was too afraid to ask you what you thought. So when you were expelled and thrown into Azkaban, my father pulled me out of Hogwarts as well. As far as I know, the excuse is that he, and several other families have pulled their kids out of school and are teaching them at home because they worry there will be more ‘Harry Potter’s within the school.” Draco tried to hide his embarrassment, but he was sure his cheeks flushed a slight pink. “The truth is that I kind of actually-”

His words were cut off by Harry leaning across the tray and pressing his lips to Draco’s. Draco was so shocked he couldn’t do anything but sit there, eyes wide. Harry pulled back, brow furrowed. Then both faces turned red.

“W-what did you do that for?” Draco asked indignantly, his face red.

Harry looked at him with an expression Draco couldn’t place.

“I’m sorry. It just felt right at the time. I don't know why I did it. We can forget that happened, if you want.” His face was unreadable.

Draco stood up, and picked up the food tray, walking over and placing in on the desk. When he turned around, Harry’s head was bowed, messy, dark hair shielding his eyes. Sitting back on the bed, facing Harry, Draco reached out and took Harry’s chin in his hand, lifting his face. Wide green eyes looked up at him. As he watched, the dull green irises turned an emerald green, lighting up with wonder.

Leaning forward, Draco pressed his lips gently to Harry’s mouth.

A/N: Oh, I feel evil! Review and the next update will come sooner than when I finish finals.

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