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Shattered Soul	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, story or characters, and make no money from my writing.

Chapter List
- 1-Shattered Soul
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-Chapter 3
- 2
- 3
- 4
Warning, another not to happy chapter for poor Harry.
Shattered Soul
Chapter 2
Harry's visit to the mind healer had gone as well as could be expected. The healer had understood the reason behind Harry's attitude and refusal to talk, and had rescheduled another appointment for the following week. That one had been just as bad, if not worse than the last, as Harry was refusing to move out of his apartment.
Two weeks passed, then three, and by the fourth week Harry had stopped going to his healer; it wasn't helping anyway. The only thing that would help is if he got his son back.
Harry locked his floo against any visitors; he knew that his friends meant well but he couldn't bear to be around anyone at the moment. This, of course, only lasted for three days before Neville had come by, using the spare key that Ron had given him to get through the front door of the apartment.
Finding Harry was easy enough, as the other man was sitting on the sofa; there was parchment on the table in the kitchen and crumpled up discarded parchment all over the floor. Picking up one of the papers, Neville straightened it out; there were only a few lines of text written on it, begging and pleading for his son back. Letting the paper fall to the floor again, Neville mad his way over to Harry, who hadn't moved at all.
"Harry?" Neville said, coming to stand in front of his friend. Harry didn't look at him, or even acknowledge that there was someone else in the room.
Neville moved to kneel down in front of Harry and he noticed for the first time that the other man was holding two things in his hand, one was a picture slightly crinkled from Harry holding it so tightly, the other was a small stuffed toy, or at least the remains of one.
"Harry?" Neville said again as he looked up into the face of the once strong man. Green eyes blinked slowly and looked from the picture to Neville. "Harry, what happened?" Neville asked.
"I got angry..." Harry's voice was horse, as if he had done a lot of screaming recently. "I forgot to pack Amo's toy... I found it under the sofa," Harry explained, looking back at the stuffed animal. "I tore it up..." Tears stared falling then as Harry curled up on himself. "I was so angry, Neville!" Harry cried harder.
"Harry, it's okay to be angry about this. You worked so hard to get where you are." Neville put his hands over Harry's gently taking the ruined toy away from his sobbing friend.
"What if Amo had been here?" Harry asked looking at Neville with wide eyes, and Neville now understood a bit better what Harry was so upset about.
"He wasn't here, Harry, and, if he had been, you wouldn't have had a reason to be so angry." Neville put the toy aside, standing up so that he could sit on the sofa next to Harry.
"But he could have been here!" Harry argued. "What if I lost my temper like that with him around? Or if I had gotten that angry with him!" A shudder ran through Harry's body at the thought. "Amo is better off with Draco... he's already a better parent than I am."
Neville's eyes widened and he grabbed Harry's shoulders, forcing the smaller man to look at him. "Don't say that, Harry! You love, Artamo, and I don't believe for a second that you would ever do anything to hurt him, even by accident. Malfoy might be a good parent but you will always be worth twelve of him," Neville said, using the same words that Harry had said to him all those years ago. Harry had always believed that he was worth more than what he had given himself credit for and it had taken a long time for Neville to finally believe that himself, now he could finally return the favor to Harry.
The green eyed man stared at him, the tears still flowing freely down his face. Reaching up, Neville brushed a few of the tears away. "Come on, Harry," he said and stood up, pulling Harry to his feet too.
"Where are we going...?" Harry asked as Neville pulled him into the bedroom. He was very confused as Neville looked around before pulling out his wand; Harry stood there and watched for a moment as Neville started packing a suitcase. "What are you doing?" Harry asked, frowning.
"You're coming to live with me," Neville said. "You can't refuse either, this apartment is depressing, and is no good for you."
"I'm not giving this place up!" Harry said, hurrying forward to unpack what had already been put in the suitcase. Neville, however, caught hold of his hands and stopped him.
"You don't have to give up the apartment, but you can't stay here on your own either. Everyone is worried about you, Harry. Please, just let me do this one thing to help you?" Neville requested. Harry wanted to tell him no, to throw Neville out and lock himself back up in this place, but Harry knew if he did that, he truly would never see his son again.
Harry nodded shakily. "O-okay..." he said and Neville smiled at him before returning to packing a few more of Harry's belongings.
"I probably just saved you," Neville said as he glanced over his shoulder towards Harry. "Ron and Hermione were all set to storm this place, probably half the Weasleys as well," he told him and was rewarded with a small twitch of Harry's lips. Not a smile, but probably the closest he had come to one in weeks.
Harry didn't help with the packing, and Neville didn't mind, knowing that Harry wasn't really doing this willingly. Neville, however, only packed the one bag, deciding that it would be enough of a start to just get Harry out of there and wanting to do so as quickly as possible, before Harry could take back his reluctant agreement. "Alright, is there anything here that you're going to need immediately?"
Harry shook his head. "No, I can always just come back and grab stuff as I need it," Harry said.
"Alright, let's go get you settled, then call your mind healer to keep those appointments going." Neville left the bedroom first and waited for his friend to follow.
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Harry looked around the room that he had been given, it wasn't overly large, a single bed that was just barely large enough for two people, if you didn't mind sleeping very close to someone that is. There was no desk, but a small wardrobe that was magically enchanted to make the inside large enough for Harry to fit all the clothes he currently had with him.
Two decent size windows looked out into the spacious back yard where Neville had a fire pit surrounded by a few chairs. Harry sighed and turned away from the window and looked at his suitcase, he hadn't wanted to pack, and he really wasn't in the mood to unpack anything at the moment either. All he really wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep, however knowing that Neville wouldn't let him get away with that Harry opened his suitcase and started putting his clothes in the wardrobe, unpacking as slowly as he could so he wouldn't have to leave his bedroom.
Half an hour later all his clothes were away, and Harry tucked the suitcase under the bed before sitting down on the soft mattress. Letting out another long sigh before laying down to stare at the ceiling, he had just started to let his mind wander when there was a knock at the door. “It's open,” Harry said not bothering to get up.
Neville opened the door and looked over at Harry. “I have someone bringing dinner over, you should try and eat something,” Neville said.
“Not hungry,” was Harry's reply.
“When was the last time you ate?” Neville inquired and Harry sat up to glare at him.
“Sometime yesterday, I'm not hungry Neville, I let you drag me here, isn't that enough?” Harry snapped.
“Harry, we both know that if you really hadn't wanted me to bring you here, you could have stopped me,” Neville said with a small smile. “I'm not saying you have to be sociable or anything, but locking yourself in here isn't going to do anyone any good. Food will be here in about another twenty minutes, I'll bring some up for you okay?” Neville asked.
Harry fell back onto the bed and continued staring at the ceiling. “Fine,” he finally answered, he felt bad for snapping at Neville, he was only trying to help after all. The door started closing and Harry sat up on his elbows. “Hey Nev,” Harry called out and Neville paused looking back at him. “I know I'm not all that grateful for it at the moment, but...thanks for dragging me here,” Harry said.
Neville nodded. “No problem Harry,” he said and left the room closing the door behind him letting Harry have a little more time alone.
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The last few weeks had been more tiring than Draco had expected them to be. Granted, he knew that having a baby in the manor that things would change but he hadn't expected this much hassle. He had, after all, taken Artamo over the weekend a few times over the past year and his son had never acted up quite the way he was now.
Artamo was throwing temper tantrums, he had not slept through the night once in the past four weeks, always waking up and crying for Harry. It had gotten to the point last week that Draco couldn't deal with any more, and so he had ordered a house elf to look after Artamo during the night. However, Artamo didn't seem to like house elves at all, which left Draco to continue working taking care of his upset son.
It was now late afternoon, Artamo had finally gone down for his nap, putting up minimal fuss this time as the one year old was exhausted from being up most of the night crying for his mother. Draco couldn't help but wonder how Harry had done it on his own. Though the blond reminded himself that Harry had had the whole Weasley family there to help, and Draco just had the house elves, who were useless, and Astoria, who had spent the month visiting her family and had yet to even see the blond baby. That, however, was going to change today, as Astoria was due home late that evening, something Draco was grateful for, silently hoping that with Astoria home things would get a little easier.
In the meantime, while Artamo was sleeping, Draco went to his study, deciding he would at least attempt to get some work done before his son was awake and crying again. Calling a house elf and snapping an order at the creature to get him when Artamo awoke, Draco locked himself in his study.
It only took half an hour before the house elf appeared in front of him. “Pipsy is sorry to be disturbing master, but the young master is being awake and crying.”
Pinching the brim of his nose Draco nodded. “Fine,” he said and stood up, storming out of his study to the room he had had set up for his son. The one year old was sitting in the middle of his crib, his face red from crying, his cheeks stained with tears. Letting out a long sigh, Draco went over and picked up the screaming child.
“It's alright, Artamo,” Draco said, trying to sound soothing, but Artamo just screamed louder, wiggling to get away from Draco.
“Mama!” Artamo screamed kicking his little legs.
“Your mother isn't here right now, Amo,” Draco said, gently rocking his son until the crying slowly stopped. Checking the time Draco was happy to see that it had only taken him twenty minutes to calm his son down this time. Taking it as a sign that things were getting better, he carried his son downstairs to the sitting room where there were a few toys that had been left in there earlier that morning.
“Artamo, you sit here and play for a little while,” Draco ordered as he set his son down on the floor. Artamo was having none of that though and his crying started before Draco had even let him go completely. Picking him back up before the crying could really get started, Draco let out a weary sigh. “I don't know what you want,” Draco admitted as his son's small fists clutched at his shirt.
“...Mama...” Artamo sniffed.
“Your mother is not here,” Draco said again, feeling his irritation rising. A month; he had had his son here a whole month and every day he had to go through this, had to tell his son over and over again that Harry wasn't there. And wouldn't be around for a very long time if he had any say about the matter, which he did, Draco would silently add.
It was another forty-five minutes before Draco could put Artamo down without his son starting to cry, or clinging to him tighter. Draco smiled as he watched his son start to crawl around the room, and he sat down on the settee; Draco watched the blond boy for a moment before he summoned his work to him. If Artamo remained playing quietly, he could get some more work down here in the sitting room.
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Astoria let out a sigh as she looked around the Entrance Hall to Malfoy Manor, where she had just apparated into. She had once thought this house to be so grand and beautiful but sometimes she felt as if the darkness this house once held had seeped into the walls themselves. The house was far too quiet, and lonely a lot of the time, it was why she visited home as often as she could manage. Though she didn't often stay a month like she had this visit; however, her mother had been ill and Astoria hadn't been able to make herself come home, knowing that the only thing that awaited her was her far too busy husband.
Leaving her bags where they were, knowing that a house elf would take care of them, Astoria went in search of Draco. She stopped by his study first, assuming that's where he would be as that's where he usually was, only to find it empty. Frowning, she went to the dining room, as it was close enough to dinner time that he might have been in there. Finding that empty as well, her frown deepened and called for a house elf.
“Mistress be calling?” the elf asked as it bowed low to the floor.
“Where is Draco?” she asked and the elf looked up at her.
“Master is being in the sitting room with the young master,” the elf answered and Astoria gave the elf a curious look before turning and heading towards the sitting room.
She stopped in the doorway, staring at the unusual sight of Draco sitting on the settee, his paperwork on the coffee table in front of him. The blond man looking up every now and again to look at the child playing on the floor.
"Draco?" Astoria came into the room, giving the blond man a curious look before her attention returned to the blond baby.
"You're home earlier than I expected," Draco said as he stood to greet his wife.
"My mother insisted that I had done enough to help and that I should be getting home." Astoria explained. "Why is Artamo here?" she questioned, frowning at the smirk her husband gave her.
"I won the custody battle, Artamo belongs to us now," Draco said, obviously very pleased about this. Astoria's frown deepened. "Why do you look unhappy about this?" he asked. "This is the only way that I would have been able to have a legitimate heir to the Malfoy name. It was either get Amo here or have our marriage terminated, and that was not something I was willing to do," Draco said firmly.
Astoria smiled at that and kissed Draco. "I am happy, Draco," she assured him, "though I am also a little concerned. What if Potter tries to get Artamo back? He is the child's mother after all. Not to mention the savior of the wizarding world," Astoria said.
Draco nodded his understanding. "As of right now, Potter has been declared an unstable and unfit parent. He has a temper, and even a specialist mind healer said that considering how Potter was raised, and what he had to go through in the war, there is no telling what could trigger a violent reaction from him. Maybe not now, but when Artamo is older," Draco explained. "Even if Potter manages to get permission for another custody hearing, it won't be for a long while. Artamo belongs here," Draco said and Astoria smiled again before going over to where Artamo was sitting on the floor.
"Hello there, Amo," she said and smiled at the boy, sitting down gracefully on the floor in front of the year old baby, who looked at her curiously.
Blinking at this new person in front of him, as if studying her for a moment, Artamo held out the blue ball he had clutched in his tiny hands. "Ba," he said and Astoria smiled, taking the ball that was handed to her.
"Is this your ball?" she asked, engaging the child in conversation while Draco went back to his spot on the settee. He felt more happy than he could have ever thought possible. Looking at Astoria interacting with his son, and Artamo, who seemed to be taking a liking to his new mother, Draco had a sense of peace. He felt that his life was now complete, and he would do anything now to keep that peace he had stolen.
TBC
So yes, Draco is a complete bastard. And I can say it is this stories fault that I have not continued Contract Under Love yet, because I've just been so pissed off at him.
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