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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

Chapter 33

Acceptance

Harry hesitated in the doorway in his aunt's room, turning to look at Bill. The older red head smiled a little, his head tilted as he watched Harry, wondering what was wrong with him. Harry wasn't normally hesitant to face things, to Bill it almost seemed as if Harry wanted to be blamed for everything. Yet now Harry looked almost...afraid of what his aunt would say to him. The loss of guilt in the face of death, had left him defenseless against whatever it was his aunt would do. Finally taking a deep breath, Harry stepped into the room, facing his fear as he always did. Stomping the fear into the ground only to freeze, completely stunned.

His aunt looked terrible, the disease had whittled her down to nearly nothing in the two days since he'd seen her. She was as thin as a brittle stick, he could count her ribs even through the nightgown she was wearing. And she was as pale as death, so weak and ashen, but there was life back in her eyes. Sitting up with the aid of a half a dozen pillows, and reading a book. Looking up as her nephew came into the room, she smiled settling the book to the side and patted the bed next to her.

"Come here, Harry, we need to talk." She admitted softly her voice weak from the disease, the tiny red pinprick marks blaring red. They had to itch insanely, but she didn't move to scratch, a testament to her willpower.

Harry swallowed thickly, moving into the room, settled on the bed next to her and gently picked up her hand. He winced at how thin and bony it was. Petunia had always been thin, but never so bony, lacking muscle and fat alike.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, reaching up and gently tracing his scar. "You're not upset that I'm sick are you?" She added, looking startled when Harry nodded.

"It's my fault you're sick...it's my fault you and Dudley got sick, and my fault Uncle Vernon is dead.."

"No, it's Vernon's fault." She stated with a small growl, sighing as she shook her head. "It's not your fault Harry, it's Dumbledore's for kidnapping us. And it's my fault to, for treating you the way I did. I need you to listen Harry, the things I am about to tell you, Lily never even knew. We were born near Spinner's End. I was born without magic, as you well know, before Lily...I was unwanted from birth, hated for being a squib." She paused at Harry's baffled look, smiling and shaking her head, ordering him to stay quiet.

"When Lily was born, I was mostly shoved to the side, forgotten and ignored. Our parents never mistreated me in front of Lily, they never wanted her to see. They wanted her to think they were muggles. They were in hiding, but when she went to school for the first time, I learned a terrible truth. I hated your mother from that day on, blamed her for what our parents did to me...They mocked me, constantly for not being able to do magic, for being a squib. They would beat me when they were feeling particularly violent."

"When your mother came home in the summer they pretended to be muggles again, and made sure I never told Lily, made sure I couldn't....I spent a lot of time under the imperious. They were vicious, violent people, the darkest wizards of their time, hiding because of the terrible things they had done during Grindlewald's reign." She confessed, pain and a terrible relief showing in her eyes, at finally being able to tell him. "They tortured their victims, and they tortured me, almost constantly. And I hated your mother for it." She sighed, closing her eyes, the conversation taking it's toll on her body.

"My parents, after awhile, grew bored with me and married me off to Vernon. I thought myself in love with him for a long time, but I was only in love with his attitude towards magic...I never knew what he was capable of until you arrived, he tried to drown you. I stopped him, I had to. I didn't understand than my own need to have you, protect you...I wanted to have just a piece of magic, even if it wasn't my own. You were the piece of magic I wanted so desperately, but when you were five and starting having...'accidents'...well I panicked, all those terrible memories came back, and I treated you the way my parents treated me. And for that I am sorry." She said staring down at the blanket, jumping a little when Harry picked up her hand, strong slender fingers closing around her fragile ones.

"I made sure you were never struck though, as long as I could manage, I made sure Vernon never laid a hand on you. The mental pain though, can be so much worse than the physical...I just didn't want to admit that I was hurting you, that you didn't deserve it...I was in denial and Vernon just didn't care. I didn't realize what was happening until you came home last summer, so broken...so very broken. You wouldn't even eat...Vernon laughed." She hissed her eyes blazing with fury. "It was than I realized just how much I actually hated him! Him and my son....my own son..." She sighed, the started to smile.

"But I think Dudley realized as well...how hurt you were, because he started changing...his grades went up, the kids he tormented in the neighborhood started playing in the streets again." She shook her head. "But you just laid there, I was so certain you were going to die and something inside of me broke free. I realized just how much I honestly love you, like a son...I can't fix the wrongs I've done, but I hope I can give you a better future Harry...I just wanted you to know the truth..."

"Aunt Petunia..." Harry muttered softly, smiling as he held her hand tightly. "You and Vernon might not have been so nice to me...but I learned strength from you, I learned how to fend for myself, and how to survive. That was what saved my life so many times." He revealed, closing his eyes. "I was sad,but I had my strength and my life, and until now that had been enough." He kissed her forehead. "But...I love you, too. You're the only mother I have ever known." He said, wiping the tears off her face as she cried, the woman so glad he accepted her.

"Dudley is going to be furious." She stated with a giggle/sniffle. "He's so used to being spoiled..." She explained with another sniffle as Harry's blood ran cold. He had assumed Bill, or Devlin had told her, but she clearly didn't know.

"Aunt...Dudley..." He swallowed hard, feeling tears welling in his eyes. Dammit, he knew death was a part of life, but hadn't he seen enough? "Dudley didn't make it....he's...he's not with us anymore." He whispered softly, watching her tense and stare at him with wide eyes.

"He's...he's dead?" She asked, her eyes wide with horror. "My...my son is dead?" She asked softly. Harry nodded, gently pulling her into a hug, feeling his heart break and bleed as she uttered a wail of pure anguish. Burying her face into Harry's chest and breaking into frame shuddering sobs that left Harry feeling heart broken for his poor aunt, holding her till she fell asleep. He sat with her until she woke the next morning, refusing to leave her distraught side, not even Terrance could get Harry to go to his own bed for a few hours.

He was sitting in the chair next to her bed when she woke with a shaky gasp. Harry jerked, nearly falling out of his chair in surprise, offering his aunt a hesitant smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, gently tucking her hair behind her ear, his head tilting as he examined her, watching her shake her head.

"I feel as if someone ripped my heart out of my chest, pounded it flat with a hammer, and stuck it back in." She admitted.

"Yeah, me to." Harry said nodding. "Dudley wanted me to tell you goodbye. And he wanted me to take care of you." He confessed, wiping the tears from her face, the woman smiling a little.

"He was always such a sweet boy, to me anyway...he used to make me breakfast in bed." Harry coughed a little, not all that willing to tell Petunia that Dudley had made Harry make the breakfast then took the credit for himself. He smiled as she talked about Dudley, Harry laughing and putting in his own two cents where it counted. Letting her mourn Dudley in a way she needed to, but remembering the good things about him.

They were still talking when Draco arrived, a tray of food in his hands. "Terrance called, said you wouldn't go to bed or eat." Draco complained, scowling at Harry who grimaced, smiling sheepishly at his lover.

"I was standing watch over my aunt, she was distraught." Harry whined, Petunia rolling her eyes at being used as an excuse.

"That's no reason to drive yourself into a early grave!" Draco growled making Petunia smile a little.

"Who is this Harry? And is some of that wonderful food for me?" The elder woman asked hopefully, her stomach growling loudly which mad Draco smile.

"I'm Harry's friend, Draco Malfoy, and yes some of this food is yours." Draco said, knowing Harry was a little wary when it came to his aunt, and thought it would be better to claim to be Harry's friend.

"He's my boyfriend." Harry explained, making Petunia's face fill with shock.

"Boyfriend?...You're gay?" She asked honestly looking surprised before smiling at the two teens. "I guess I never really thought about you having a relationship. Well it's a true honor to meet you, young man." She shook Draco's hand, the blond smiling and giving Harry a kiss.

Harry chuckled as afterward Draco shoved a bit of food into his mouth, making sure he ate. Petunia accepted the bowl of thin broth and overcooked noodles and vegetables from Draco without a fuss as the blond set a sandwich in Harry's hand. Glaring at his lover, he waited until Harry obediently took a bite.

"We have to go back to school tomorrow, Harry." Draco explained, hiding worry and his nerves easily, but Harry could see through his calm mask. As he took Draco's hand, he nodded.

"It'll be alright Dray, I promise, no one would be stupid enough to attack you twice." He promised as he finished his sandwich, kissing his aunt's forehead. "I have to go pack, I'll be back for summer vacation though." He promised, getting up. "Be happy alright? I think Terrance can keep you entertained, as soon as you're happy enough we're going to move into my house, it's not safe at yours. Sorry aunt." Harry explained as his aunt nodded.

"A new home will be good for me, not so many memories." She explained smiling gently at him. "Go back to school Harry, and you be happy, too."She ordered calmly as Draco smiled a little.

"You're going to come to the manor." Draco explained once they were in Harry's room, packing up his things. "Mother is in France, hiding from Tom." He explained with a chuckle. "So it's safe for now...I wish I could make her understand...

"It'll be alright. I'm sure of it." Harry promised nuzzling Draco's neck and offering his earlobe a bite, feeling frisky and playful. Draco snickering as he ordered Dobby to finish packing for Harry, the house elf rolling his eyes but obeying since Harry seemed so...distracted. Draco apparated them straight to the bedroom, and had another nice long cuddle...yeah, cuddle.

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Harry smiled as he slipped out of bed, trying not to wake the sleepy head, well aware Draco would grumble and grouch at being woken too early on a Saturday morning. Harry groaned, his back feeling a little sore from all the 'exercise' he had gotten the night before, humming as he yanked on a pair of shorts, not bothering to put anything else on since the house was empty of even house elves. Draco having sent them off to take care of his mother which meant Harry was making breakfast so Draco didn't bitch about being hungry when he finally woke.

As much as it had annoyed him when they were younger, and made no sense to him now, Harry actually loved how bitchy and whiny Draco could be. It gave him such a wonderful character, and Harry loved taking care of Draco when he got all whiny, it was cute—not that he'd ever say that out loud. Draco not only would be mortified but would also try to beat his head in. He snickered at his own train of thought, digging through the cupboards looking for something to make, deciding on pancakes. Something quick and easy.

He hummed as he mixed, blinking as the owl fluttered in, dropping a newspaper onto the table and left. Harry snatched it up to read while he cooked, nearly dropping it in shock.

'MASS BREAKOUT OF AZKABAN'

'Last night at 3:00 AM over thirty criminals were broken out of Azkaban using a massive explosion and many Thestril. All Dementors have escaped. A massive manhunt is on the look out for the following prisoners and locals should be wary of the dangerous criminals on the loose.'

There were many other details, explaining how the prisoners had gotten in and out, using a sleeping potion to spike all the guard's food, along with the prisoners who would not be rescued. There were many names; the thirty listed escapee's included both Le'Strange brothers, Crabbe and Goyle Sr., Nott, and various others who hadn't even had a trial. And the worst....Lucius Malfoy.

"So the rumors are true." Harry jerked violently dropping the paper and spinning to stare at Lucius. Feeling horribly exposed standing mostly naked in the man's kitchen after a night of shagging his son. Blushing hard as he felt terror coil in his chest. Lucius looked haggard, pale and thin, his wand lifted to point at Harry's head.

"You're dating my son hmm?" He demanded flicking his wand to a chair, silently ordering him to sit down. The younger biting his lip as he sat down obediently, staring at Lucius with his wide green eyes, but nodding slowly anyways.

"Yes sir, I am dating him." He stated calmly, staring at the other. Well aware it could be unnerving if he simply stood there and stared, his wide green eyes both as cold as night skies and innocently afraid. He loved being able to manipulate people, Devlin had taught him well, unfortunately Lucius seemed completely insusceptible to his 'charms'.

"I see, and you thought that you could just come into my home, and do what you wanted to my son after getting me arrested?" Lucius demanded, Harry hesitating.

"Well...actually, Sir, your son is the one that's been molesting me, and I didn't get you arrested, the Auror's did. I was just a stupid little moron who thought I was saving my godfather." Harry pointed out. "I know better now and I doubt Tom....er...Voldemort would like you pointing that wand at me." Harry added calmly, making Lucius pause, silver gray eyes narrowing.

"What do you mean by that?" The elder demanded, making Harry shrug a shoulder in that elegant Malfoy kind of way. Having picked up the noncommittal motion from Draco.

"I'm not on the side of Light anymore sir. In fact I'm secretly working with Tom and Lord Fox to kill Dumbledore...or least knock him on his ass a few times."

"You're lying." Lucius snarled through clenched teeth, making Harry sigh as he shook his head.

"Either I am, and you kill me, or I'm not and you kill me. Either way you're in deep shit for killing me. As I recall, Voldemort has said -several times even- that I was his to kill, if I am lying and he does want me dead, you'll only be punished for killing me when he was supposed to be the one who kills me."

Lucius stared at him for a long moment, then began to snicker, the snickers turning into laughter as he shook his head. "You've changed Mr. Potter, a lot. I expected panic and heroic words like always, but you sit there, staring me down and easily found a way to keep me from killing you. My lord was right, you are a devious little shit."

"E...excuse me?" Harry stuttered, baffled as to what was happening, and making the blond laugh harder.

"I wasn't sent to prison. I was in there willingly as a spy to find out who needed to be rescued and who needed to stay." Lucius explained flopping down into a chair next to the younger man. "I do have to apologize, I couldn't help but torment you a little." He admitted, smirking a little as Harry glared at him.

"You know Mr. Malfoy? You're a jackass." He complained before chuckling a little as he summoned his clothes getting dressed. Because he could totally see Draco treating someone like this. It was weird, but amusing. "You look half starved though, so I think I'll feed you before I kick your ass. Just to make it a fair fight you know." Lucius laughed and then looked startled as Harry actually started making pancakes.

"Why don't you have the house elves do that?" Lucius demanded before pausing. "...Where are the house elves?"

"Your wife disapproves of me. She must have said something to Tom because Draco said she was hiding from him in France somewhere." He admitted with a chuckle, carefully keeping half turned towards the other man as he cooked. Not ready to turn his back on the man yet.

"I smell food Harry. What coo-FATHER!??" Draco shrieked walking into the kitchen stark naked, nearly having a heart attack as he raced back out. Harry bursting into laughter at the shade of red both Malfoy men had turned. He couldn't help it, the stress of the situation had turned into laughter. It wasn't long before they were laughing with him, as Draco returned, dressed. It was a strange moment, but Harry felt that maybe Lucius at least, approved of his relationship with Draco. And since Narcissa did what Lucius told her to, maybe she could, too.

They spent the day together, talking and getting used to each other, or rather, Harry and Lucius getting used to the fact they were no longer trying to kill each other. It was a strange day for Harry. A very strange day, but a good one.
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