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Unseen Love	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�I know,� Harry muttered, moving round Snape. �Not a word to anyone.� He moved towards the end of the room and he felt a hand propelling him out the door. Before the door shut in his face Harry caught one last glance of Draco lying on the bed, and he made a promise to himself that he would make sure Draco got revenge for this, he was still a kid, after all, and no child deserved this.
Harry would make sure Lucius paid.

Chapter 4: Encounters

Somehow Harry ended up in his room, though how he had was anybody�s guess, as he was hardly aware of what his feet were doing let alone where he was walking. His feet had taken on a life of their own. He was too busy thinking about Draco�no� Malfoy. He shook his head confused. Why would anyone do that to a kid, let alone his kid and only heir? It was a mad and very sick world, but he supposed that�s what being a servant for Voldemort could do to you.
Harry entered his room and looked around, thankful that Ron was not here.

'Probably with Hermione' He shut the door quietly, not really wanting anyone to know he was here; if those two came in he would be bombarded with millions of questions, most of which he wouldn't be able to answer.
Harry dropped himself down on the bed, causing it to bounce a little as kicked his shoes off and lay down fully on the bed, staring at the ceiling; something he had done a lot at Privet Drive. There he had done it because there was simply nothing else to do but here he now did it out of choice, because he needed to think.
Harry stared at the ceiling for a while until he came to the conclusion that really there wasn't anything to think about. Malfoy had gotten hurt - he didn't care anyway because it was only Malfoy, the same person that had tormented him and his friends since first year.
Harry shrugged and froze as he heard someone walking towards his room, he guessed it was Ron and he quickly discarded his robe on the floor, set his glasses on the nightstand, and curled under the covers, still fully clothed.
Ron crept into the room, trying to be quiet as possible. He had been in Hermione�s room snogging, until Ginny had thrown him out a few minutes ago. He saw Harry curled up under the covers and smiled; whatever had happened upstairs had obviously been exhausting, as Harry had just tumbled into bed by the look of it, because he was fully dressed apart from his robes which were laying in a heap on the floor. Ron being a Weasley was very curious by nature and Ron went over to Harry�s bed and poked him trying to wake his friend up. Whatever had happened upstairs Ron wanted to know about it.
�Harry� ^poke^ �Harry wake up.� ^poke^

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Harry lay on the bed as he heard Ron enter rather noisily. �doesn�t he know he makes more noise when he�s trying to be quiet� He heard Ron approach him and then felt a sharp poke in his side. He inwardly groaned. �fuck off Ron�, and he felt another sharp poke in his side.
�Harry, wake up.�
He tiredly lifted his head out from the folds of the duvet and the pillow and turned to look and Ron.
�Bloody hell, mate, you look knackered.�
With that Harry promptly dropped his head back down and with Ron�s voice still ringing in his ears he fell into a restless sleep.

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Lucius knelt down in front of the Dark Lord and kissed the hem of his robes before kneeling back on his haunches, keeping his head bowed to avoid the Dark Lords gaze.
�Where is Draco?� Voldemort hissed his narrow snake like eyes glowing red with malice.
Today was meant to be Draco�s initiation into service of the Dark Lord. Today he was meant to become a Death Eater.
�My Lord�� Lucius began.
�Don�t disappoint me Lucius,� Voldemort warned his servant.
�My Lord, it seems Draco has been having second thoughts, my Lord.� Lucius closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable.
�Crucio.�
A light shot out from Voldemort�s raised wand which hitting Lucius squarely in the chest, and engulfing him as he fell to the floor, his body twitching and writhing on the cool flag stones, a scream rising in his throat� Pain like you had never experienced before, a pain he had administered to his son only hours previously.
�Finite Incantium.� Voldemort stopped the curse but kept his wand pointed directly at Lucius.
�He has been punished my Lord. He will come around.� Lucius heaved himself back into a kneeling position, awaiting his Lords answer.
�Excuses are useless, I don�t like to be disappointed.� Voldemort shook his head at his servant�s incompetence, he would have expected this from a lesser servant but not from his top deatheater.
�I know my Lord but�� Lucius tried to reason.
�But nothing, Crucio.�
The light surrounded Lucius again and he began convulsing on the floor. A thousand white-hot daggers piercing every inch of his body, pain was all consuming pain, pain then black.

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Harry woke with a start, perspiration dripping from every pore in his body. A hand flew to his scar, which was still burning. Harry jumped as he saw a figure looming over him, he tried to back away but there was no escape just a wall. He had to get away. He reached into his back pocket for his wand.

�You alright there, mate?�
Harry now had his wand out pointed directly at the shadowy figure and he uttered the first spell that came to mind.
�Lumos.�
Ron�s freckled face came into focus as Harry�s eyes began to adjust to the light.
�I�m going to get Sirius.� Ron stated as he saw Harry�s pale and sweaty appearance.
�No Ron don�t.� But it was too late Ron had already left and was probably already halfway down the corridor.

�shit Draco was still in Sirius�s room.�

Ron sped down the corridor. Harry had had one of his visions again by the look of it. He had woken up to the sounds of strangled sobs and feeble cries for help. Harry had been thrashing around in the bed and when he had attempted to wake him Harry had acted as if he was trying to hurt him. He needed help and quick.
He burst into Sirius�s room without even bothering to knock. Ron gasped with shock and stood in the doorway, speechless, as he tried to take in the sight before him.
Sirius and Remus were in the bed TOGETHER. Both apparently naked beneath the flimsy white sheets. Remus was laid half on top of Sirius, his head tucked in the crook of Sirius�s neck and his arm and leg slung across Sirius�s body. Sirius had both his arms wrapped around Remus, holding him tightly, the white sheets only covering their lowers halves.
Ron watched with wide eyes as Sirius�s eyelids fluttered open upon hearing the sound of the door bursting open.
�Ron, what the hell.� Sirius narrowed his eyes at the boy in the hallway.
�Sorry, it�s just, um.� Ron averted his eyes, staring at a crack in the wall, his face turning a deep shade of red.
Remus had awoken by this time and now both men were sitting up in the bed Sirius looking very angry and Remus looking undeniably upset with the whole situation.
�Ron, what is it,� Sirius growled.
�Harry.� Ron finally managed to choke out. �Vision.� He pointed vaguely in the direction of his room his eyes still fixed upon the extremely interesting crack in the wall.
Sirius jumped out of the bed and Ron yelped, a hand moving swiftly to cover his eyes. Thankfully for Ron, Sirius was clad in a pair of black silk boxers.
�He�s had another vision,� Sirius confirmed, as he pulled on a pair of trousers that had been lying on a chair next to the bed.
Ron nodded and moved his eyes so they were fixed on Remus who was sitting on the bed with his back to the pair. From what Ron could tell he was either laughing or crying, but Ron didn�t find this situation at all funny so it was hardly likely that Remus was laughing about it either. Sirius was at the door in a second, and was soon standing in the doorway looking down at Ron, who was looking decidedly uncomfortable with how close Sirius was.
�Stop being such a muppet, Ron, you�re just a kid,� Sirius growled, not in the mood to put up with an apparently homophobic Ron.
Ron sighed and proceeded to follow Sirius down the short stretch of corridor to his and Harry�s room. Sirius stopped a few paces from Harry�s room and turned to Ron a serious expression marring his features. Sirius�s eyes were not alive, they weren�t dancing as they usually did, and this made Ron step back a little, he had never seen Sirius look so serious.
�I would,� ^swallow^ �We both would appreciate if you didn�t mention anything about what you just saw to anyone.� He glanced to the doorway of Harry�s room.
�Especially Harry.�
Ron nodded, still a bit taken back. Sirius nodded his thanks and moved forward a pace.
�Oh and Ron.�
He turned abruptly. His eyes were now back to normal, the familiar glint now visibly sparking inside him.
�I think you better stay out here, just until I find out how bad he is.�
Ron was about to protest, but unless he wanted to complain to the door Sirius had just shut in his face, he had to shut up. Ron turned in the corridor, bored already, and saw the faint glow coming from the open door leading to Sirius and apparently Remus� room. He wondered for a second if he should go and see if Remus was all right; he had been upset before. Ron took a step towards the door before turning again. He sat down on the floor in between the two rooms wondering why he had ever been sorted into Gryffindor.

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When Sirius entered the room Harry was laid face down in the bed. He slowly walked over to him and placed a comforting hand on his back. Harry lifted his tear-stained face and was instantly pulled into Sirius�s strong arms.
Later Sirius was leaning against the wall, and Harry, still sleeping, was nestled in his lap curled up in a foetal position, his head buried in the crook of his neck just as Remus� had been a few hours ago.
Sirius sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. Why? I mean Ron of all people. They were in so much trouble.
He and Remus had started seeing each other in Harry�s 4^th year. �almost two years� They were serious, all that was missing from their relationship was their families� approval. He wanted to tell everyone, especially Harry, he wanted to know Harry was okay with it. Harry�s opinion meant more to him than anyone else�s and he was afraid to tell him and everyone else for fear of rejection. All of them doing exactly what Ron had done.
It killed him not being able to hold Remus in front of them all, having to make do with occasional brush of the hand or bumping �accidentally� into each other just to be able to touch each other. And now Ron was going to shoot his big mouth off and tell anyone. �Damm� he banged his head against the wall. �Damm� *bang* �Damm� and he was about to do it again when he felt Harry stir.
�Hey.� He said softly stroking Harry�s hair as Harry turned to look at him, a yawn cracking his face open.
�Sleeping beauty has awoken I take it.� Sirius gave a small laugh at Harry�s expression.
�mmmmmm� Was all Harry managed before he crawled off Sirius�s lap and back into the cold bed, pulling the covers around him, and kicking Sirius off the end of the bed.
�Hey.� Sirius landed on the floor with a thump, and stood back up again rubbing his bum. �That hurt.�
He sat back on the end of Harry�s bed, careful not to sit on his feet, which were poking out from the bottom of the sheets with his odd socks still on.
�Wanna talk about it?� Sirius questioned.
Harry knew exactly what he was talking about it, but made no sign to Sirius. He didn�t want to talk about it. The fact that Draco wasn�t as bad as they had all made him out to be. Well, he wasn�t a death eater at least. He shuddered as he remembered Lucius�s pale face, as he rolled on the stone floor, Voldemort looming over him no remorse in his eyes. Harry knew because that�s how he had seen it�through Voldemort�s eyes.

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Draco laid still and silent in a dark room. Eyes closed, mind open.
�Am I dead?�
�Yeah� his mind answered �dead as a dodo�
�What�s a dodo�
�You�re thinking about things you don�t even know about.�
�Must be dead then�

Draco felt a sudden lightness in his chest and struggled to open his eyes, half expecting to see heaven or hell depending on how the man upstairs was feeling about him.
His eyelids fluttered briefly and finally they managed to crack open. Fortunately there was no hell, no fire or big red devils, but neither were there any fluffy white clouds or cute angels.
Nope, just a pale ceiling that looked like it was due for a wash.

�I�ve died and gone to hell�

�Please tell me I�m not at the Weasleys�,� he managed to gasp to no one in particular. His throat was very dry; it felt like he had just licked a camel�s arse.
�Nope, not at the Weasleys�.�
Draco gave a start and instinctively made for his wand. He groped around in the dark trying to find it, his arm felt sore but not so much that he couldn�t move. He found his wand lying by his arm. With his wand in hand Draco laid his weak arm across the top half of his chest, his silver eyes searching the room for the faceless voice.
Draco was still lying down for some reason, he couldn�t exactly remember why that short period of movement searching for his wand had tired him immensely and apparently the talking before hand hadn�t really helped either. �What the hell is wrong with me�

He didn�t know where he was, the last thing he could remember was his father �what was he so angry about� perhaps his father had moved him here!

�What was that?�

A small noise from the end of his bed made him snap back into the real world; Draco reached into his mind trying to think of a spell, a dark one, which would hopefully stop the imminent attack.
Draco racked his brains he needed something �anything� to stop himself from being hurt�again. His mind was to weak, it was still trying to figure out the mystery of how he got there, his battered body was unresponsive and his wand lay across his bare chest �why haven�t I got a shirt on?� He was completely unprotected and there was no one here to help him; for the first time in his life he was completely alone. He would never admit this, except for this once, but he was thoroughly terrified. Draco was shaking at this moment so much he was having immense trouble focusing his eyes on any one point.

�I have to get out�, get away from Lucius, away from Voldemort, away from the pain they both inflict upon me.
Draco felt a surge of energy and quickly sat up in what he realized was a bed of some kind and screamed in pain. He hadn�t felt his body before just a kind of numb feeling it was like his body wasn�t his at all, but now, now he felt it,

�sufferingdaggersafflictionknivesindescribablecruciatus� His thoughts all jumbled into one as memories came flooding back to him, the pain coming directly from his abdomen raking through the rest of his body over and over again.
Another scream, this time it wasn�t only a scream of pain but also of fear.

A black shadowy figure rushed towards him from the end of the bed, only the outline visible in darkness.
Draco panicked flailing his limbs in a desperate attempt to escape, pain surged through him as his body came into contact with the dark figure, it�s arms shot out of the darkness grasping Draco�s arms in a vice like grip.
Draco tipped his head back and did the only thing he was capable of doing� he screamed.

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Harry was sitting in a rather cosy chair that he had dragged up from one of the many living rooms in Grimmauld place and positioned it at the foot of the bed in which Draco was currently residing.
He had managed to finally escape Sirius�s interrogations and had left quickly before Sirius could think of anything else to ask him. He had told Sirius all about the nightmare except that he saw the vision through Voldemort�s eyes, he didn�t want to worry Sirius anymore than he had done already! Unfortunately Sirius had obviously been listening before and couldn�t work out how it �was different� from the others apart from the fact that it explained why Malfoy was here.
Sirius had been with Harry after most of his visions and from what Harry had told him it had been roughly the same as the others, so he had questioned Harry about it for the next hour or so, but only getting short vague answers along the lines of �don�t know� and �don�t ask me.�
So here Harry was sitting at the end of Malfoy�s bed, watching the pale boy as he slept. Draco�s chest rising and falling in regular patterns, it was oddly relaxing to watch him sleep, almost soothing. Harry leaned his head against the top of the chair and closed his eyes.
Harry relaxed into the chair content for once. As his eyes closed his hearing became concentrated listening for any irregular sound other than his and Draco�s constant breathing.
Harry was beginning to feel sleepy and he snuggled back into the chair his eyes still shut, when he stopped moving and the room was once again filled with silence Harry sat up. Something was wrong, but he couldn�t figure out what.
He opened his eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the darkness before scanning the four walls and bed for any sign of change. There was none, he settled back in the chair confused, he sat listening. That was it�Draco�s breathing pace had increased slightly, only slightly but enough to tell Harry that he was awaking. Harry stood up to leave; intent on finding Snape to tell him his Godson had awoken.
�What happens if he wakes up and there is no one here though?�

Harry was having an internal battle over whether to leave Draco to get Snape or to stay. �I would want someone here if it was me� a little voice at the back of his head chimed �right as always�

�Please tell me I�m not at the Weasleys�.�
Draco�s croaky voice echoed around the room, Harry jumped slightly not really expecting Draco to want to talk to him of all people, even if he had just undergone a very near-death experience.
�Nope, not at the Weasleys�
He had said it with out really meaning to it just had kind of slipped out. He saw the blonde on the bed stiffen at his words. �He was probably just talking to himself, I bet he can�t even see me, his eyes haven�t had time to adjust yet�

Harry was about to take a step forward when he saw Draco reach out for something. �Shite he�s going to hex me into oblivion, bet he thinks I�m Lucius out to kill him again�

Harry began moving forward slowly so he wouldn�t startle him. He saw Draco sit up suddenly and scream. �If he doesn�t lay still his wounds are going to reopen, idiot�
Harry rushed forward, intent on stopping Draco from moving before he hurt himself further, inwardly cursing when Draco began to flail him arms and legs. Harry didn�t know what to do. �Calming him down might be a good start� Harry took his own advice and sat as down best he could, on the bed next to Draco�s thrashing form, reaching out and grasping Draco, trying to still his movements, and what happened next he was completely unprepared for.
Draco tipped his head back and let rip the most terrifying sound he Harry had ever heard. It was the kind of scream that could make your blood freeze, your hair stand on end, the kind of scream that wanted to make you run far away, the kind of scream that wanted to make you just curl up and die to stop to the noise and the pain that went hand in hand with it.
�Draco�Malfoy, it�s me, Potter.�

Harry shook him, getting more and more worried by the second as Draco�s scream did not end nor waver.
�Come on Malfoy, snap out of it.� He snapped his fingers in front of Draco�s face.
The door flew open and in strode Snape into the room, his robes billowing behind him.
�Lumos.� He stopped at the foot of the bed where Harry and Draco were situated pausing briefly to analyse the situation and decide on the best course of action.
�I don�t know what happened.� Harry stated to his professor his hands still trying to still Draco�s movements. Snape just glared at him.
�You idiot.� He pulled Harry off Draco throwing him to the floor; and then proceeded to sit on the bed next to Draco pulling the boy closer to him still holding his wand aloft so the room was bathed in light. He grasped Draco�s trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing him to lift his head and stare straight into his godfather�s eyes.
�Listen Draco, it�s me, it�s Sev.� Snape saw a brief spark of recognition in Draco�s waterlogged eyes and pulled him into his arms.
�Sev.� Draco managed to croak between sobs as he reached his hands up to grasp his godfather robes, making sure he didn�t leave.
�Yeah, it�s me, you�re okay now.� Snape dropped his wand winding both arms around Draco�s shaking form before he turned his body so he could glare at Harry who was still sprawled on the floor in a state of shock.
�What the hell is going on here?� Sirius growled from the doorway, he walked into the room and flicked the lights on before looking back and forth from Harry who was still on the floor to Snape who was sitting on the bed Draco in his lap glaring daggers at the boy on the floor.
�That imbecile.� He nodded towards Harry just to make it clear who he was insulting, �tried to attack Draco.�
�I didn�t, he woke up,� Harry protested, looking to Sirius for support. Sirius crossed the room, and pulled Harry to his feet.
�He asked if he was at the Weasley,� Harry explained as Sirius began dusting Harry�s clothes off, and Harry, who wasn�t paying much attention to what his Godfather was doing, turned to look at the pale boy shaking in Snape�s arms.
�I told him he wasn�t at the Weasleys� and he freaked.�
�See, happy now, Harry didn�t do anything so keep your insults to yourself.� Sirius turned to Harry and was about to lead him out the door.
�Whatever, imbecile,� Snape sneered, not wanting to let Sirius have the last say.
�What do you mean �whatever imbecile�!� Sirius roared he grabbed Snape off the bed throwing him against the wall on the other side of the room. Draco fell back onto the bed and leaned painfully back onto the wall trying to regain control over his emotions, he was still a Malfoy after all.
�I would rather be an imbecile than a greasy haired git.�
�Here we go� Harry grabbed Sirius�s arm to prevent him from grabbing Snape again.
�Sirius, just leave it.�
�No, I will not leave it.� He yanked his arm out of Harry�s grip and turned to face Snape who was standing next to the wall wand raised.
�Need to get someone to fight your battles, eh mutt, your pathetic both of you.�
Sirius now had his wand out pointed directly at the place where Snape�s heart should be.
�Don�t you dare insult my godson, Snivellus!�
�Your godson,� he practically spat the word �godson� out as if he thought Harry shouldn�t be anyone�s godson, �Is a liar, you good for nothing mutt; why don�t you go back to Azkaban where you belong.�

�That was it� Harry thought, he had been viewing the situation as near to the door as possible in case any nasty curses started flying but he knew no-one brought up Azkaban in Sirius�s presence without getting hurt. Especially going back to Azkaban because even Snape knew Sirius was innocent.

�THAT�S ENOUGH.� Draco roared as loud as his throat would let him. �BOTH OF YOU OUT.� Draco stared pointedly at the two older men.

�What...Draco�I�� Snape turned to his godson, wide eyed not quite sure what he was hearing.
Sirius gave a little �ha� of triumph and strode out the room; someone had finally made Snape speechless and even if it wasn�t him he was glad someone had done it.
�OUT.� Again Draco shouted, but this time his voice sounded more hoarse.
�Fine,� Snape muttered, and marched to the door, dragging Harry along with him.
�Wait.� Snape turned, a small smile on his lips. �Harry can stay.� Snape�s chin hit the floor, and Harry just stared at Malfoy, dumbstruck.
�Uh, yeah, I�ll stay if he wants me to.� Snape let go of Harry, pushing him a little more forcefully than he would have done if it were someone else ,and marched out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Harry stood silent. �God he must be ill if he wants me here.�

�Sooooo�� Harry began.

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