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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

CH 31

Facing Fear

Harry swallowed thickly, his heart racing as he examined the spectral images of James and Lily Potter. His mouth was paper dry as he took a hesitant step towards the smiling two, then another, unable to walk any faster through his shock, horror and joy. He felt their arms around him, wrapping him tightly in their embrace even if he could feel the chill of the grave. Crying as he held his parents tightly, simply enjoying their affection and attention as he clung to them for the first time in his young life.

"Harry... My son." Lily whispered softly, wrapping his arms lovingly around Harry, stroking his hair as he hugged her. Reeling in the knowledge that for the first time in his life, he was holding his mother. James smiled as he wrapped his arms around them both, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead, both ghosts willing to hold him for the rest of eternity if they were allowed to.

"Oh harry, how big you've gotten. So strong, and powerful. My son." Lily praised, repeating the title of her son, from the sheer joy of having him with her again. Smiling a little as Harry calmed, wiping his eyes clear of tears.

"My god, you look just like me! Except for the eyes, you've got Lil's eyes." James grinned as he examined his son, his head tilted. "I knew he was going to grow up and be handsome. And he has such a PRETTY boyfriend too!" Harry had to laugh even as he blushed, knowing he was going to be telling Draco that. The blond was just so cute when he blushed.

Lily tutted as she smacked her husband in the shoulder,shaking her head in amusement. "James! Be nice. You like Draco, and you know it. We both like him, harry. Your choice of men is exquisite." she teased making Harry blush harder. "And stop fretting, you're not the one with the guilty conscience here." Lily promised as she smiled, stroking his cheek. "We had unfinished business, so when we were given the chance to talk to you here and now, we jumped on the chance." She admitted, pulling her son into a tight hug again. Her heart aching as if someone had punched her, her little boy had become such a strong man. "Oh Harry, my son, how I missed you..."

"Watching you... Watching you without being able to interfere, to make things better... It was almost torture." James admitted, his voice low and soft, tears coloring the words even if they didn't fill his eyes. "Watching Tom... Nearly kill you so many times... Watch Dumbledore twist things around to his way of seeing... To using you... Lying about everything..."

"I was so glad when I saw you realize that there had to be shadows, as well as light, and that Dumbledore wasn't a good man. No matter how painful it was, it was a clean break," Lily admitted sighing as Harry nodded, cupping his face with a soft slender hand. "Oh Harry, I am so sorry for what happened. We were only trying to protect you, and that made it worse when he caught up to us. You suffered so much because of our mistakes."

"Mom, please. I never suffered, not much. Sure, Dudley beat me up a little, and sure Vernon made me clean everything, but Aunt Petunia and me are fine now, and I know the truth. You did what was right for not only yourselves, but the world. And you set a example, and all I can do is follow." A small sad smile quirked his lips, because he knew what awaited him if his game was revealed too soon. Death or worse to the one who destroyed Dumbledore's dream. He just had to remember his parents, and hold fast to what they wanted for the world. "Life might be hard, but I love every minute of it."

"He sounds like you." Lily teased looking at her husband as she wrapped her arms around her son, already feeling the keen ache of having to let him go. Because that was one truth that held steady, no matter how much they changed, that life and death might overlap, but they would never touch. "This world is a hard place Harry, but I know you'll do just fine. And remember... Even if you can't see them, or us, we are with you. Here." She said resting her fingertips against his chest, feeling the steady pulse of his heart under her hands.

"And you're so close to finding the heir." James said smiling, laughing quietly as Harry perked up like a puppy who'd heard the word 'treat.'

"You know who the Heir is?!" Harry demanded eyes wide, looking startled. Having never considered since the dead were no longer confined by time, that they could look backwards as well as forwards.

"Yes, son, we know who the heir is, but we can't tell you. We're forbidden from interfering with the living anymore." James admitted as he tilted his head, as if he was curious about his son. And he was. After all, Harry was the son he should have raised, and taught the small things, as well as the big ones. So he was curious about the man he had become, despite Dumbledore trying to strip the boy of all that was good as he did, he realized that even without him and Lily there, their son had grown up well.

"But we can tell you, that he is closer then you could ever have imagined." Lily said smiling softly as she stepped back, pressing a kiss to the top of her son's head. Amused that even as old as he was, he was still shorter then her. "Go on Harry, to the Room of Fear." She ordered quietly, looking afraid for her son. "And please, be careful."

"He'll be fine, Lils."James said smiling at Harry hugging hm one last time before stepping back. "Remember Harry, that courage is not the absence of fear, but of being terrified and doing it anyways." James said softly, tweaking a piece of Harry's hair, "You've proven that you have the courage to do what you must, even when it will break your heart to do it." He smiled softly. "You didn't waver in your resolve, not for a moment, only realized that you had to continue doing what you were."

Harry smiled, glad that his father was so proud of him. Even if the man didn't say the exact words, he could hear the pride coloring the words he did say, wrapping the older man into a tight hug."I love you, Mum... Dad, I love you." He whispered softly, stepping over to hug Lily to, before smiling up at them as he pulled away. "I will always treasure you always, in my heart." He said turning away from them before he could buckle in his resolve. After the nice words his father had said, he wasn't about to let them down by wanting to stay in the sweet embrace of death.

"I love you, and we'll see each other again. I know it." Harry said as he turned away, heading for the door he could now see through the mist. Certain that when he died, he would return to their side, no longer how long time between was, he knew he would see them again. The two older Potters smiled as he disappeared into the room marked “Fear,” James smiling softly down at his wife. "He'll be fine, Lils. After all, even if you weren't there, he has your bravery, and knows he is loved."

Harry paused as the door swung shut and darkness was the only thing that remained, simple, black, darkness in the complete absence of light. For a moment Harry wondered if he was going to face the deaths of his loved ones all over again or maybe all the terrifying things he'd ever done, or... No. He couldn't think about that. Sitting in the darkness he shuddered, as nothing happened he started to calm in the soothing darkness. Simply waiting before he gathered up his bravery, his blind eyes searching desperately for anything around him, but when he found nothing he frowned wondering if he was trapped down here. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he shoved his anxiety over what was coming to the side, before calling out into the darkness.

"Hello?!Is anyone there?!" He froze when he heard, well it wasn't really hearing as the rumblings made his legs shake, until the sound itself filled his head, making his skull ache with the deep sound. Feeling the soft slithering sound after the roar, like a massive tail was dragging across stone, and for a terrifying moment Harry wondered if he would face another Basilisk. How was he supposed to know what was coming, was so much worse?

Light suddenly flared into being, fire blooming in a blue white spiral, torches along the walls bursting into life along with the large bonfire barely a foot from Harry's feet, the sudden bright light creating a sharp pain to Harry's light sensitive eyes, making him clap a hand over them. Crying out in pain as he stumbled back a step, tripping over some thing, a rock or a log and landing in the sand, blind and vulnerable he expected pain or an attack. Instead, he got angry snarls.

"Who dares disturb my rest?!" The vice was massive, gravely, making the very bones in his body vibrate with intensity as the beast's rancid breath filled the air. The smell making Harry choke and gag as he struggled to clear his eyes, the light induced spots of white dancing before him. When he finally cleared his eyes, he wished almost he hadn't. It looked like nothing Harry had ever seen, a massive dragon with a serpent like body and fur running down it's body. It looked very much like a imperial Chinese dragon that muggles drew pictures of, lithe and powerful, long tentacle whiskers making him look like a old man with a mustache. All Harry could do was swallow thickly as he stared at the creature, the long fangs, the sharp deadly claws, the clawed wings, and the barbed tail. Even without knowing it, he knew this was a beast made with deadly intent.

"I SAID WHO DARES?!?" The dragon roared again, Harry coughing and gagging again as he staggered to his feet, stepping from the shadows as he wiped his running eyes.

"I apologize Grand One!" Harry stated coughing hard. "I meant not to disturb you mighty dragon, for I knew not you were here." Harry stated, very glad that Salazar had taught him proper etiquette and speaking, having a feeling it was going to come in handy with this proud beast.

"You meant not maybe, but death will come for you regardless, if you do not leave." The beast snarled snapping his teeth.

"I cannot! For the reason I am here is great, the need desperate! I must pass you to gather Merlin's Staff to end a war. I have faced my death before and I will face my death here before you, and I will either die or become victorious. I will not leave this cave without what I seek!" Harry declared, his heart thudding like a drum in his heart, keeping a beat to this dance of words, that would soon become a deadly dance he was sure. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, feeling it make his hair starting to curl. Every bit of his body screaming at him to run away, but he couldn't leave, not without the staff.

"Then you will DIE!" The dragon roared, taking a deep breath and blowing out a thick stream of flame right for harry, who yelped and dove to the side. Landing hard in the sand he cursed and thanked the giving sand that crumbled under him,but didn't make it a easier landing on the hard surface. Rolling quickly as a wickedly taloned foot stomped down where he had been laying, Harry hissed violently as he drew his sword and wand, both shining lightly in the flickering firelight. Flicking his wand at the dragon snarling again, when nothing happened.

"There is no magic in the crossroads, mortal. Magic holds no sway in death." The dragon hissed, crouching like a giant cat about to attack a mouse. Harry snarled back as he tucked his wand back into its holder, and grasped the sword in a two handed grip, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Then I will fight with steel alone!" Harry roared as he swung the blade, slicing the beast across the wrist as he took a step forward, standing between its mighty legs. The beast roared in annoyance as its head snapped down, breathing fire at the boy crouching between his feet, breathing another heavy stream of flames at Harry who yelped and dove out of the way, feeling the flames licking his back, and grateful that he had stolen Bills fire proof clothing. He scrambled to his feet and screamed in agony as something hard slammed hard into his back, knocking him a few feet sideways. The dragon's tail had whipped around, slamming into the fragile human, breaking bones as carelessly as a child tossing away toys.

Which bones were breaking Harry didn't know, his fear growing as he realized he might honestly die in the cave, deep underground where no one would ever find him, and would leave Draco forever mourning what could have been, leaving the world without its savior, a world full of too much light. Scrambling to his feet just in time to avoid another shot from the leathery tail, he swung the blade around, sinking it deep into the tough skin, cutting off the tip. Proud for a moment, before hot dark blood sprayed the area he'd been standing in, the dragon roaring in fury and pain. The inferno increasing as the dragon breathed again, fire dancing against the stone, melting sand into glass, creating a deadly trap for a mortal.

"YOU WILL DIE!"

"I do not fear death!" Harry roared, his own voice a small potion of the strength of the dragon's, but his roar just as fierce. Diving out to the side as the dragon breathed again,he struck out with the sword, missing flesh and making the sword skitter eerily and screech as it scratched glass. The dragon snarled as it backhanded Harry with a taloned paw into a wall with the effort of a man flicking away a harmless fly or ant. The boy grunted as the dragon's paw made contact, it was all he could do as he sank to the ground, suddenly finding his air missing, his hands and legs burning from the contact with warm slippery glass. Wheezing as he used what had been a bad thing, to his advantage. Sliding across the slick glass, his chest creaked as the dragon's paw came down, pinning him as his chest ached with the effort to support the dragon, his mind clouded with panic as he struggled to breath, to get free, to live.

"You are naught but a coward!" The dragon snarled, his head diving down, Harry's answering snarl just as fierce as he thrust the sword up, and just as it had with the basilisk, the sword tip found the dragon's mouth,driving it up through into the beast brain. The dragon shrieked, jerking it's head away as if it was having a fit, slamming it's body to the ground trying to crush Harry as well as rip the sword out of it's flesh. A massive wing stroke flickering the flames, before it put them out, sending Harry into the blackness once more, made all the more terrifying because he knew what was out there. The massive body slammed into the boy, driving out the last of the air from his lungs as it crushed his chest, his vision going red as blood vessels and veins exploded, his vision going red then white as his heart slowed and then stopped, crushed under the weight on him.

The Boy who Lived... Dying underground, where no one would find him.
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