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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59825 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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25th March 1994: Midday

Harry was happy. He was really, really happy. He had not had a vision since Christmas, his school work was going well including his extra studies with Sephiran and his lessons on casting the Patronus charm with Professor Lupin, his friendship with Violet was going from strength to strength, his friendship with Fred and George was still as strong as ever, and his new relationship with Draco was wonderful. Everything was as it should be with Severus and he had even seen Lucius that morning upon arriving to Potions a few minutes early. Yes, things were as good as they possibly could be which was why it was only a matter of time before everything either started to crumble or just collapsed all at once.

Fate had decided the happiness would last no longer and went about shattering it in the most painful way. The events which would stretch throughout the rest of the day were triggered by one innocently spoken sentence from one George Weasley near the beginning of lunch time:

"We'll have yet another copy of our family tree by the end of the day seeing as Ron's History of Magic class probably just did them."

Harry instantly choked on the juice in his mouth and he began to cough rather violently. Fred and George both turned to stare at him in surprise. When the worst of his coughing had passed, Harry forced himself to speak, still sounding rather strangled: "They're doing that today?"

"Yeah, all the Third Years are doing it this week."

Harry stared at him with wide, horrified eyes. If Ron's class was doing it today then that meant Johnathan Potter was doing it today. And if Johnathan Potter was doing it today, then he would find out that they were related today and if he found out they were related then he would KNOW that they were related. He would tell Violet, he would tell Lily and James, he would tell Severus...

"Shit!" Harry gasped as he leapt up from the table, totally ignoring the fact he jolted it and sent several goblets of pumpkin juice tipping over, and dashed out of the Great Hall like a swarm of Dementors was chasing him.

He ignored Fred and George's calls after him, he ignored the fact that practically the entire school had seen him bolt from the Great Hall like a scared rabbit. It did not even occur to him that both Severus and Draco had been in the Great Hall and had no doubt seen him leave as he did and would be worried. No, the only thing on his mind was getting to his dorm room and hiding in there for the next five hundred years. Screw Voldemort, let him have the world because there was no way Harry was ever going to show his face again. Everyone would know he was a Potter, he would be rejected by his father, his godfather, and Draco, he would lose everyone because they would hate him for lying to them, he would have nothing left to live for so he would stay in bed where he would at least not have to face them on a daily basis.

"Harry duck!" Hermione's voice suddenly screamed behind him.

Harry did not stop to think about it before he had fallen to his knees, leaning forward and covering his head with his arms. He heard the shattering stone as the spell intending for him shot over him and hit the wall at the end of the corridor instead. Seconds later, he had lifted his head and looked over his shoulder only to come up with a very up close and personal view of Potter.

With almost identical cries from the two brothers, Potter pounced onto Harry, sending them both falling back to the floor, Harry receiving a rather painful bump on the back of his head in the process. He screwed his eyes shut at the pain and kept them shut when he felt a sharp fist connect with the side of his face. He winced, idly thinking that was probably going to bruise quite badly.

"Why the fuck did you do it?" Potter yelled above him angrily, his hands pinning Harry's arms down roughly so that the older boy could not defend himself. Not that Harry would have if he could have; he was a pacifist after all. "What the fuck was the point? It doesn't do anything except piss people off and hurt them!"

"John, get off him!" Hermione cried as she ran up to them and began to pull on the boy's shoulder, trying to force him off.

"Tell me, Snape, why did you do it? Is it just some sort of sick, fucked up joke?" John demanded, totally ignoring Hermione.

Harry opened his eyes and stared up at the furious face of his younger brother. The boy's face was bright red and his brown eyes narrowed into a poisonous glare. The older boy released a small sigh. "I didn't do anything to your parchment."

"You fucking liar!" Potter practically screamed, punching Harry right on the nose this time. Harry made no sound and did nothing more but wince at the blow but Hermione cried out and once again began to yank her friend off of him.

And then suddenly, Potter was off of Harry with a lot of screaming and protesting. In the space of a second, Hermione was at Harry's side dabbing a handkerchief to his nose gently and it was then that Harry realised that last punch had made it bleed. He sat up slightly gingerly and tried to wave Hermione's fussing off as he slowly opened his eyes, which was something that was a lot harder to do than it should have been. Ahead of him, he saw, and heard, Potter struggling against Percy Weasley of all people who had been the one to pull him off and behind them he saw Ron dashing off down the corridor, back towards the Great Hall. Then, he turned to Hermione who was still trying to dab at his bloody nose.

"Hermione, stop, it's okay, stop fussing." He insisted, gently taking her hands and placing them into her lap.

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. I tried to get him to listen to reason but he wouldn't, he was just so intent on finding you and getting you to admit that it's all a trick."

"Let me go!" John yelled at the top of his voice, violently struggling against Percy's hold before looking back to where Harry and Hermione were getting onto their feet. "You helped him didn't you? You helped him set this whole thing!" He accused Hermione angrily. "That's why you're so fucking concerned about him! Some loyal friend you are!"

"This isn't a joke, Potter!" Harry yelled, starting to lose his temper upon seeing Hermione was almost in tears. "And if you would stop acting like such a bloody child for just one second, maybe you could think for long enough to realise this isn't my fault and so beating me up will not help!"

"You fucking bastard!" The Third Year boy yelled, his suddenly increased fury obviously providing a burst of strength as he succeeded in wrenching himself away from Percy.

Potter practically leapt at Harry again and they went tumbling onto the hard ground, the back of Harry's head once again getting a nasty smack on the stone. Luckily, Potter was an inexperienced Third Year and was therefore not the most coordinated fighter nor was he the strongest. However, he did manage to get in another few good punches to Harry's face before he was once again yanked off of him. While the younger boy was being pulled away, he managed to get a rather hard kick into Harry's gut which caused a surprising amount of pain.

"What on Earth is going on here?" That was Professor Lupin's voice!

Harry forced his eyes open again and saw that it was the fuzzy DADA professor now holding Potter back (he must have lost his glasses at some point). Violet had arrived as well and was now teamed up with Hermione trying to "take care" of him. Harry allowed them to help him to his feet though the pain in his stomach meant that it hurt to stand completely straight so he was stooped slightly, one arm holding himself around the waist.

"John, calm down right now!" Lupin ordered the boy in his arms sternly and Potter stopped the violent thrashing he had been doing before but he did not stop struggling all together.

"Let me go, Remus! Stop protecting him, he doesn't deserve it!" Potter yelled, glaring daggers at where Harry was standing with the support of Violet and Hermione. "He's a lying piece of shit..."

"Watch your tongue young man!" Lupin barked instantly and it occurred to Harry that he had never seen the usually gentle professor so angry before.

"He deserves it! He's scum, complete scum! Tell him what you did!" The boy ordered, his voice starting to waver as though he was about to cry.

All eyes were suddenly on Harry and he refused to look at any of them. He could not bring himself to. Luckily, running footsteps suddenly interrupted everything and they all turned to see who it was that was coming. Harry felt like bursting into tears upon seeing the crowd that was heading their way: Draco; Severus; Fred and George; Ron; Dumbledore; and McGonagall. All had obviously caught sight of him as they all wore varying expressions of anger. It was also then that he noticed that they had attracted the attention of quite a large chunk of the student population as well who had all gathered around in order to see what was going on.

"What happened?" McGonagall asked sharply as Draco and Severus wordlessly headed straight over to Harry.

"Johnathan was taking no small amount of anger out on Harry." Lupin answered darkly as Hermione and Violet stepped away from Harry in order to allow Draco and Severus to tend to him. "I don't know why though."

"Because he's a worthless animal!" Draco retorted angrily as he stepped in front of Harry protectively as Severus held his son in his arms and began to gently look over the damage on his face.

"You think I started this!" Potter yelled, starting his struggling again. "You think I gave him what he deserves without provocation?"

"Johnathan, are you telling us that Harry started this?" Dumbledore asked him calmly but there was a very dangerous edge to the elderly wizard's voice.

"Yes, he did! He had this coming to him the second he charmed my Blood-Line parchment!"

All eyes back on Harry and he dropped his gaze to the floor. "I've done nothing." He told them all quietly, clenching his eyes shut tightly and clutching at his father's robes.

"What, exactly, are you accusing Haryon of doing, Mr Potter?" McGonagall questioned, sounding rather angry herself.

"That bastard charmed by parchment to say that he's my brother!"

And for Harry, that was when everything stopped. He fought back the tears which threatened to fall and he used all his strength to keep himself up on his feet. His rushing blood was all he could hear in his ears as a deafening silence rang around them. He did not know what was going on around him, if anything was, but he did know when the arms of his father left him. The tears started to slip from his eyes silently as another's arm came around his shoulders and gently coaxed him to turn around and walk forward. The scent of the person was unfamiliar and he was not that much taller than him so that ruled out practically everyone he would wish had their arm around him. He guessed it was most probably Percy. Everyone else probably hated him so much that they did not care anymore now.

As he was led away, the tears continued to fall and he was thankful for the fact that his braid had come loose so that his hair hid his face from everyone else. He kept his eyes shut still, trusting whoever it was beside him to lead the way safely. Or not, it hardly mattered to him anymore. That was why he kept his eyes shut and that was why he never wanted to open them ever again.

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25th March 1994: Afternoon

He could not be sure how long he just lay there for. Once Percy had dropped him off and Madam Pomfrey had fixed him up to the best of her ability, Harry had just curled up on his side, his eyes still closed, and then just stayed there. In his opinion, there was no need to do anything else. Doing anything else would probably hurt as well. His ribs were still a little sore from where he had been kicked and his head was pounding from where it had been knocked so many times. He had a bandage around it which had a charm to keep the area where his bump was cold all the time but it did not help with the dull, throbbing pain much. Curiously, the school nurse had not asked him any questions that were not related to what hurt where. Not that he was complaining, it was just something odd he had noticed.

Idly, he wondered what the adults and his friends were doing at that moment. After he had had time to think about it, he figured the teenagers had probably been kept behind in order to be questioned. After all, they were the ones who were closest to both him and Potter so if anyone was going to know anything, it would be them. Well, in theory anyway, obviously not in practice as he and Hermione had been the only ones who had known. That had no doubt changed now; whole bloody school most likely knew.

It had all come out in such a horrible, big mess. He had realised that the time was coming where he would have to start telling people what with the Third Years coming up to the time when they would be doing the Blood-Line parchment exercise but he had obviously lost track of time as it had all so suddenly appeared and surprised him. He had not been able to control the situation and so it had completely blown up. Everyone had found out through angry yells and over-the-top accusations instead of a few finding out at a time in calm, private conversations held behind locked doors. That was how things should have been.

In his curled position, he held his pendant in his right hand tightly and prayed as hard as he could. He begged for things to turn out all right, he wished for the least amount of damage to occur as possible and he pleaded that he would not be left alone again, in the cold, without a soul around to love him. Everything he asked for was selfish, all concerned with him and his relationships, but that meant nothing to him. He did not care about the Potters, they had brought this on themselves, if they fell to bits over this then good, that would suit him just fine, just as long as his own family was strong enough to get through it.

Suddenly, when a gentle hand rested on his shoulder, the hurried movements of Harry's lips stilled in an instant. It was definitely a male hand which meant that it was someone he had to talk to. But he was afraid to because this would be the moment of truth. This was the moment which could either save him or destroy him. He could not do it; he was not strong enough. He ignored the hand as it shook him gently, he did not bother to fight it when it moved to his face and he stubbornly kept his eyes shut when his head was lightly rolled to the side so he was looking up. However, when he felt the familiar, warm, soft lips of Draco cover his in a sweet kiss, he could not hold back the tears of relief. They slid out the corners of his eyes as the small kiss continued and then when it ended, a sob escaped him.

"Sshh, it's all right." Draco whispered to him gently as he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and pulled him closer to himself. "Everything's going to be all right."

"Everything's such a mess!" Harry sobbed against Draco, clinging to him tightly.

"True, but we'll sort it out, we all will. And we have to start now; Professor Dumbledore wants you to join him in his office."

"No!" Harry protested instantly, curling into himself a little more.

"Harry..."

"No Draco, I don't want to, I can't, please don't make me."

"You know if I had my way I'd take you away from all of this and keep you safe from everything painful forever, darling. But this isn't in my control and it needs to be sorted out. I'll come in with you, okay? I'll stay with you and you can hold my hand." Draco told him softly, his lips lightly brushing against the top of Harry's hair as his right hand constantly ran through his hair.

"Does Father hate me?" Harry asked in a whisper. If Severus did not hate him then he felt he just might be able to face what was coming up.

"Of course he doesn't." Draco reassured as he began to shift forwards, obviously starting the process of getting off the bed and getting to the Headmaster's office. "He hates Potter even more than he did before if that's possible but he doesn't hate you. You were a Potter for less than six hours, you're nothing like them. Now c'mon," he encouraged as he stood and gently pulled Harry up from the bed. "If we don't get there soon we might find that Sev and Father have disposed of the Potters."

"Uncle Lucius is here?" Harry asked as he stood and Draco's arm came around his shoulders almost instantly.

"Of course he is. Sev wasn't going to handle this on his own so he asked me to fire-call Father as soon as Dumbledore and McGonagall were satisfied that I didn't know anything." Draco explained as they began to make their way out. "You're pretty good at keeping secrets but I'll save asking questions for when we're with everyone else. I doubt you much feel like going through things more than once."

Harry gave a small hum of acknowledgement and leaned into Draco's warm body as they walked. He turned his head and rested his cheek against the blond's chest, letting his eyes drift shut again. The arm around his shoulder gave him a small squeeze and a very small smile curved the corners of the dark haired boy's mouth. They made their way to the Headmaster's office in complete silence, Harry's eyes remaining shut for the majority of the time. Classes were still on so there was no one around to stare at them and they were able to relax to a certain extent.

It was when Draco spoke the password to open their way into Headmaster's office that razor-winged butterflies began to tear at Harry's stomach. His hold on Draco tightened a little as they climbed the stairs slowly and he found he had to open his eyes in order to see where he was putting his feet. When they reached the top and were standing outside the door which hid the room behind from their sight, they stopped, allowing Harry a few moments to prepare himself.

"Oh, here, Sev fixed these for you." Draco told him as he removed his arm from around Harry and reached into a pocket of his robes, pulling out Harry's run-away glasses. Carefully, the blond slid the spectacles over the other boy's eyes before dropping his hands and taking hold of Harry's with them. They stood in front of each other, holding hands, Harry's head bowed while Draco looked down at him with soft eyes. "Ready?"

"I guess."

Draco leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss onto Harry's forehead, just below the bandage around his head and through the thin barrier of a few strands of his hair. "Let's get this over with then." He sighed before knocking on the door in front of them.

"Come in." Dumbledore's voice came through.

Draco gave Harry's hand a firm squeeze before wordlessly pushing the door open and pulling Harry in behind him. For the first, split second in the room, Harry saw everyone who was present, every single one of which was staring at him. Severus and Lucius were standing on the right hand side of the room; Dumbledore and McGonagall in the middle behind the Headmaster's desk; all the Potters, children included, plus Professor Lupin and Sirius Black were on the left hand side of the room, either sitting or standing. Harry dropped his eyes again almost instantly, desperately trying to block out the knowledge that everyone was staring at him.

Silently, the room watched as Draco led Harry over to where Severus and Lucius stood either side of a chair. Upon reaching them, Harry was wordlessly directed to sit in the chair which he did without fuss, keeping his head bowed the entire time. Severus's hand came to gently rest on the back his son's head the moment the teenager was seated as Lucius rested a hand on his shoulder while Draco never released the hold they hand on each others hands. As one, the three Slytherins stared at the family of Gryffindors on the other side of the room neutrally, showing a united front against them.

A few more moments of silence passed before, finally, Dumbledore spoke: "How are you feeling, Harry?"

"As well as can be expected, thank you, Professor." He replied quietly in a voice the Potters barely recognised as they had only had encounters with the strong, confident Harry.

"You are aware of the situation?"

"Yes Sir."

"Miss Granger tells us you were aware of it before today? That you found out last year when trying to determine whether you were the Heir of Slytherin or not."

"Yes Sir."

"And you were both the only one's who knew?"

"Yes Sir."

"Didn't you think that this was something that you should have at least told your family?"

Harry did not answer that, choosing to instead remain silent.

"Haryon, why didn't you tell us?" That was Severus speaking in his neutral, I'm-hiding-everything-behind-a-neutral-mask voice.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and clenched the free hand on his lap into a fist. "I didn't tell anyone because...Because..." His voice quivered as fresh tears filled his eyes and a lump took up residence in his throat. He took in a deep breath before trying to speak again. "I didn't tell anyone because I was...I was afraid."

"Of what?" That was Lucius who sounded exactly like his father.

"...Of being abandoned again."

"We would never leave you, Harry." Draco assured him gently, bringing his other hand up to hold the one of Harry's he already had possession of.

"Why wouldn't you? The people who should've loved me left me in an alleyway without a second thought, why should you all love me when you have no reason to?" He asked quietly, tears starting to drip from his eyes again.

A snort suddenly came from Black over on the other side of the room. "Why am I not surprised that you can't even reassure a kid that they're wanted, Snape?"

"Maybe if it wasn't for the fact he was left behind by his parents when he was barely a few hours old he would have a little more confidence in the people who love him." Lucius retorted on Severus's behalf who still seemed a little stunned by Harry's words.

"And the fact said parents then went on to have more children isn't exactly a good image." Draco sneered at them. "So what was wrong with Harry? Eyes too green? Hair to dark?"

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Lily told him angrily, her eyes red and puffy with past and present tears. "You could never understand why I did what I did, you could never understand what I went through!"

"Probably not, but only because I don't care enough to take the time to understand. You gave him up, that's all I know or care about, and then you went ahead and had more children who obviously were good enough for you though Merlin knows why. A foul-mouthed savage and a slut who chases after older boys..."

"How dare you talk about my children that way!" James yelled angrily, getting to his feet and drawing his wand much to the horror of Lily, Lupin, and Violet.

"Because it's the truth!" Draco answered with a glare just as Lucius and Severus drew their own wands and, in turn, Black joined James's side and pulled out his wand.

"Sirius!" Professor Lupin scolded him angrily but was totally ignored by the man.

"For goodness sake James, sit down!" Lily ordered her husband harshly.

"You're in no position to tell me what to do, Lily." James snapped at her and, as far as Harry was concerned, it was the final straw.

"Will you all just stop arguing, put your wands away and sit back down!" He ordered them all in a raised voice, not lifting his head but obviously meaning what he was saying. It was probably more of the surprise that he had spoken and the way he had spoken that got them all to obey rather than any actual authority he had or any sense that they owed him something.

Everything fell into a tense silence after everyone had put their wands away and returned to a more calm state. No one spoke and no one looked at each other which was probably for the best. It gave Harry the opportunity to gather his thoughts and think of the best way to deal with this. He had no real desire to stay in there any longer than he really had to and he sure everyone else did not. Plus, he could not see the reason why so many people had to be present. There was only one thing he really wanted to know and he wanted to hear it without interruption. So he made up his mind and, bracing himself, he voiced it:

"I want everyone except Mr and Mrs Potter to leave please. We won't get anywhere with so many people present and there are some things I want to hear without interruption."

The scrapping of a chair over to his right was the only answer he received and he guessed that must have been Dumbledore's. Footsteps began to move and were soon joined by others as everyone slowly and silently left the room. Harry's hand was squeezed once before it was released as Draco turned to leave, his shoulder was patted gently just before Lucius left, and a soft kiss was pressed to the top of his head before Severus moved out. A few more seconds passed until the sound of the door shutting came. And so it was just them, Harry and James and Lily. Harry sat with his head still bowed in front of the people who had created him and given him life.

Again, there was silence, no one knowing quite what to say or how to start things off. So, eventually, Harry took it upon himself. He lifted his head but only to look out of the window behind Dumbledore's desk; it was sunny outside. "Why?"

"It's...Complicated." Lily told him weakly.

"And you think that's an excuse to not tell me?"

"No, I was just..."

More silence followed before James decided to speak. "Dumbledore gave us the impression that more damage had been caused." He was obviously referring to his face.

"Madam Pomfrey was able to heal most of it. The bump on my head may take a little longer for some reason, I'm not sure why, wasn't really listening." He answered in the same voice as before, his eyes not leaving the window. "Are you going to explain to me what happened or is this just a waste of my time?"

"It might be a shock to you but this isn't easy for us either." Lily told him in a voice filled with strained patience.

"Oh yes, I can just imagine the inconvenience of a past mistake coming back to haunt you. Have you explained it all to John and Violet yet?"

"Not completely, but then, I'm still waiting to hear the full version." James told him which finally caught Harry's attention enough for the teenager to look at him.

For long seconds, dulled green stared into brown until a small spark of realisation glinted in the emerald eyes. "You didn't know I existed." He turned his eyes onto Lily. "You never told him you were having me, did you?"

"No, I..." Lily began but stopped to obviously compose herself. "You were conceived on the Hallowe'en night of our Seventh Year. I didn't even realise I was pregnant until I went into labour." That was believable, he remembered reading somewhere that it was not unheard of that young women, especially teenagers, had gone through the entire pregnancy without knowing it until the birth. "I just thought I was putting on natural weight." She gave a small laugh at that before pausing again. "Just before we graduated from Hogwarts, James and I had an argument and, for all intents and purposes, we split up. So, when I found out I was having you, there was no one I could turn to."

"What about your parents?"

"My parents were very much products of their time. If they had known I had gotten myself pregnant out of wedlock...Well, let's just say they wouldn't have helped. So one day when I was out shopping on my own, the contractions started and a kind person called an ambulance for me. I found out I was pregnant and was about to give birth. I did it all alone, with no one else but the midwife and the doctors there with me. It was hard, the hardest thing I'd ever had to do in my life up to that point. But then they handed you to me and you were so small and cute and you were mine and I loved you from the very second I first saw you."

"Then what changed?"

"Nothing changed, I've always loved you, even when I didn't know whether you were alive somewhere or not." Lily insisted firmly, her tone the most confident so far.

"Then why did you leave me in that alleyway?"

"I started to suffer from post-natal depression and it made everything seem so much worse. I had no one to turn to. My parents wouldn't help me, I thought James and I were over forever and I was only eighteen years old. What did I know about looking after a baby? The only solution I saw at the time was to give you up, so that you could have a better life than the one I could give you."

"So you left me in an alleyway? Did it never occur to you to give me to the nurses or ask them to contact social services to have me adopted?"

"That did occur to me but I wasn't thinking properly. I thought that they'd judge me, that they'd think I was weak and useless and a terrible mother."

"They'd have been right."

"That was uncalled for." James frowned at him.

Harry just gave him a lazy look in reply.

"I guess I deserved that." Lily conceded, looking down at her lap.

"So, basically, you took me away from the hospital when I was only a few hours old and left me in an alleyway to die because you were scared?"

"It's not quite that simple..."

"It is for me." Harry interrupted before standing. "Thank you for your time and I apologise for the inconvenience this has caused. I suggest you go home and try and work out the problems which will no doubt arise from this. Good day." He wished before heading towards the door.

"Wait a minute." James said sternly, pulling out his wand and locking the door from where he sat.

Harry stopped walking and turned to look at the man.

"We're not finished here."

"I can think of nothing more that needs to be said."

"Look, I'm just as much an innocent party in this as much as you are. I didn't even know about any of this until a few hours ago. How do you think all this makes me feel? To find out that for fifteen years I had a son I never knew about? To find out that said son is the Boy-Who-Lived of all people?"

"Yes, I'm sure this must be hard for you; you have my sympathies." The teenager replied in a monotoned voice which was anything but sympathetic. "However, I don't see how that can be turned into a discussion so if you could please unlock the door."

"How can you be so cold about all of this? This changes everything for all of us, you're our son..."

"No, you see, Mr Potter, that's where you're wrong. I'm not your son and you are not my father, nor is your wife my mother. You're strangers who just happened to create me by accident during, which was no doubt, a drunken grope. You did not raise me, you refused to love me and that means you have no right to calls yourselves my parents. I've never had a mother and my father is Severus Tobias Snape, a man who took me in as his own when he was eighteen." His eyes flickered onto Lily. "You use the excuse of your age as a reason why you gave me up yet that wasn't an issue for my father, I don't see why it was and still is for you. Now," he looked to James again, "the door please, Mr Potter."

"No, not yet."

A hard look crossed Harry's face at that. "We have nothing more to discuss. I do not wish to spend the rest of the day going around in circles, so open the door and let me out now!" Still the man made no move to unlock the door. "Open it." Harry ordered in a cold voice. No reaction from either Potter.

Harry's expression darkened into something which was positively poisonous and he glared hatefully at the two adults in front of him. He held out his right arm, the one nearest the door, to the side and jerked his hand. The sound of the lock sliding away came and, as Harry was able to then open the door, Potter's locking charm was obviously dispelled as well.

"Oi, come back!" James ordered, instantly going after Harry as he walked out of the room, Lily following on behind him quickly. Harry ignored him completely as he began to descend the staircase. "Harry!"

"I have nothing to say to you." Harry called back firmly, picking up his pace when he heard hurried footsteps catch him up.

"You can't run away from this!" Lily tried, following on behind them both.

"I'm not running away from it, I'm running away from you!" Harry retorted angrily, finally leaving the stairs and finding everyone who had left the office was standing in the corridor waiting for them. Nearest the entrance was Black, Lupin, John, and Violet and a lot further off were Severus, Lucius, and Draco. Everyone was already looking in the direction of the stairs, no doubt alerted by the previous sound of their yelling voices.

It was just as he was passing the cluster of old and new Gryffindors that Harry's arm was caught by James who had finally caught up to him. "This needs to be sorted out now!" James told him firmly as Harry glared up at him defiantly.

"There is nothing more to sort out." Harry replied as he gave his arm a rough yank, pulling it out of the man's hold.

He turned quickly and then broke into a run, heading straight towards his true family. The three Slytherins moved forward in order to meet him and Harry threw himself into Severus arms upon reaching him. All the anger and anxiety and stress chose that moment to come to the surface and Harry buried his face in his father's robes before starting to cry. The Potion Master's arms came around him in a comforting hold and Harry allowed himself to be pulled against Severus' side tightly and covered by the folds of the man's teaching robes. He kept his face pressed against his father's chest as he was led away, leaving the Potter's behind, staring after them.
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