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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any form, be it written or filmed, it belongs to its respective owners/authors/production companies, and I am not making money from this in any way, shape, or form, it is solely for amusement.

A/N: OMG can simply NOT believe the interest this story has gotten. Just the sheer number of hits has absolutely boggled my mind not even counting all my lovely reviews and the 5-star faves. Thank you all so, so much. I can’t tell you how happy you guys have made me. Now on with the story and the much awaited “discussion”, and you’ll get a little more insight on Harry’s feelings on the situation. Well, truthfully, this turned out to pretty much just be Harry’s side of things, so next chapter will probably be the fallout

** Chapter Warnings: NO slash, mild angst, familial embarrassment, general spoilers for most of the books

Chapter 4

Last time:

Looking toward the door, he cancelled the spell he could feel attached to the room and looked back at Draco who was now staring wide-eyed at him. Sighing, he shrugged slightly. “It’s a long story. Let’s find the others. I don’t want to have to explain more times than I have to.”

Now:

Draco led Harry out of the room and down the hall to the library, his thoughts bouncing all over once more. Between his physical reaction to the other teen and his casual use of wandless magic, well, he was left with more questions than ever. Why did he suddenly have this overwhelming attraction to Harry, was it simply the mate thing he was talking about? And how was that supposed to work anyway? And when did Harry get the ability to do wandless magic? What else was he capable of?

Harry followed Draco quietly, leaving the other teen to his thoughts. Truth be told, his own thoughts weren’t too clear either. He couldn’t believe he’d just done that with Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Ice Prince, absolute stuck up git, and school bully. But he had, eagerly, and even worse, he wouldn’t mind doing it again. But was it really any worse than what he’d already done with Lucius? For some reason, it felt like it was.

True, Lucius had set into motion the events of second year, but Harry had also seen him being punished for failure and losing one of Voldemort’s horcruxes through one of his visions. And he’d been there in fifth year fighting him and his friends, but he was just another soldier for the Dark. Maybe that was the difference. Everything Lucius had done hadn’t actually targeted him specifically, he was just acting on orders. Draco, though… well it had always been personal between them, every prank and taunt that had passed between them over the years had been targeted precisely to hurt the other the most.

So lost was he in his thoughts, Harry failed to realize that they’d come to a stop in a richly furnished room lined with bookshelves, nor did he hear the voices calling to him. It wasn’t until the one person whose smooth voice was honed to the perfect volume and intensity after years of chastising wool-gathering students spoke did Harry focus once more on his surroundings.

“Potter! If you are quite finished day dreaming, I do have other things I would like to do with my day.” Severus rolled his eyes at Harry’s sheepish look and pointed to an empty couch near a fireplace across from a cozy looking sitting area where Lucius and Draco were settled. “And what grand revelation have you come to that you’ve left yourself completely unaware of your surroundings and open to attack?” Severus sat on the couch he’d pointed out to Harry, muttering to himself. “And to think he was the one to defeat Voldemort.”

Harry blushed slightly as Severus rightly guessed what had him distracted, not surprised in the least that the man had figured it out. “Umm, I’d rather not say, but it’s not like I was in any real danger. You’d protect me if was attacked, they’re my mates and wouldn’t fatally attack me, and she wouldn’t do anything to harm her son’s mate.” Harry pointed to each of them in turn as he spoke, justifying his response.

Shrugging carelessly, he headed to the couch. “Besides, Ron and Hermione know where I’m at and if I don’t contact them by tomorrow, a whole squad of Aurors would be at the front door and all of you would probably wind up going directly to Azkaban for daring to hurt their precious Savior.” Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he flopped onto the couch with his normal lack of grace, completely oblivious of the stunned silence left in the wake of his declaration.

The silence only lasted a moment before the other men started speaking at once. “So sure of your plan are you, Potter…I was right, you are out to get us after all…Harry, surely you don’t really think that we’d do something like that now after everything…”

The masculine voices were shortly overrun by one decidedly feminine voice raised in outrage. “Harry, what is that on your neck?”

Startled, Harry turned towards Narcissa, a very helpful “Huh?” slipping from him as he unwittingly flashed the bright red love bite to the rest of the occupants.

Narcissa was quickly clued in to the cause of the mark at least when Draco suddenly blushed. Lucius coughed slightly, covering the laugh that threatened to escape as Severus raised a mocking eyebrow at his godson. Narcissa glared at the three of them before settling her attention on her son. “Draco! You did that? How…how utterly common!”

Determined to get rid of the vulgar mark, completely ignoring her husband’s now unabashed laughter, she pointed her wand at Harry’s neck. “Epis..”

“No!” Harry slapped his hand over the mark as he plucked Narcissa’s wand from the air with his free hand before it could hit him after unconsciously summoning it. He noticed the startled silence this time and levitated her wand back to her. “Sorry, but I… Ikindalikeitandwanttokeepit.” Harry blushed brightly and mumbled quickly, embarrassed to admit how he felt about the mark.

Severus, already used to Harry’s magic displays, focused on his words and the interesting reaction to them. “Mr. Potter, I have repeatedly told you about your annoying tendency to mumble. Now repeat yourself, clearly this time.”

Harry stared at the carpet, unwilling to look at the others as he spoke up, clearly this time, his fingers playing absently over the mark. “I said I like it and I want to keep it. I’ve never had one before. I like how it makes me feel.”

Looking down as he was, Harry missed the heated look that Draco gave him. Severus, however, didn’t have that problem and couldn’t stop the smirk that tilted his lips. “And just how does it make you feel, Potter?”

If possible, Harry blushed even brighter, his voice dropping to just above a whisper, but with the absolute silence in the room, he was still able to be clearly heard. “Like…like I belong to someone.”

Oh, this was too perfect. It was Christmas come early. Severus grinned wickedly as he watched both father and son react to those innocent words, the heated looks, rapid breathing, and sudden shifting in their seats. If there was one thing true of all Malfoys, they were very possessive and jealously guarded what they considered theirs…and Harry had just told them he liked being claimed. For the first time since Draco and Harry had started at Hogwarts, he might just get through the year without them attacking each other.

Narcissa wasn’t quite sure what to think about the situation. On the one hand it went completely against her sensibilities and how she was raised, but on the other hand… What did he mean it made him feel like he belonged to someone? Sighing softly, she glanced at Lucius and Draco, seeing that they had calmed down before she spoke. “Very well, but you will keep it under glamour in public.”

Harry smiled, relieved as she consented, and nodded hastily. “Yes, ma’am”

Under control once more, Lucius raised on aristocratic brow questioningly at Harry. “So, I take it you two…?”

Harry blushed again and shook his head. “No, not completely.”

Lucius laughed softly and looked at Severus. “Ah, remember those day? To be a teenager again…”

Pointedly ignoring her husband‘s words, Narcissa decided to bring them back on topic and gave the elder Malfoy an impatient look. Lucius coughed slightly, covering his grin with his hand. “Yes, well, now that that’s settled, perhaps you’d care to explain what you meant by your earlier statement. Surely, you don’t think any of us would still attack you? Not after you just helped save us and finding out you’re mates with us?”

Lucius studied the young man seated across from them as he saw him squirm almost guiltily. How one person could bounce between such extremes of emotion so easily he couldn’t understand. One minute he was the brash, confident Savior, the next a blushing a virgin, then another shy and hopeful; it was mind-boggling.

Toeing off his trainers, ignoring Narcissa’s moue of disapproval, Harry pulled his legs up under him, settling further back into the corner of the couch. “Honestly, I’ve learned to always expect being attacked in one way or another. But for the quick explanation of what I meant, Severus has been saving my life since first year, even though I didn’t realize it at first. And you two…maybe it was the mate thing, but you’ve never tried to outright kill me, even in the worst of our battles. And Narcissa…I have no doubt you could be vicious to protect your son, but knowing I’m his mate, once again, I don’t think you’d do anything to kill me, and honestly, anything short of death I’ll get over given enough time. The Auror thing is just logical, ‘Mione and Ron would go to Professor McGonagall who would contact them, and even if you guys had killed me, you would still be held responsible and punished accordingly. It’s just good sense to have a backup plan.”

The Malfoys stared at him in varying degrees of shock. How could he be so calm about injury or potential death. Did he truly value himself so little?

Draco really wasn’t sure what to think about the other teen; his whole perception of him had been obliterated in the course of a couple hours. It didn’t help that Harry looked even smaller than normal huddled on the couch as he was. “That’s a very Slytherin way of thinking, Potter; manipulating the situation that way.”

Harry shrugged carelessly, eyes closed as he picked at the fraying hem of his t-shirt. “Probably ‘cause it’s where I was supposed to be sorted from the start.”

The resounding chorus of “What?!” had Harry laughing lightly. Opening his eyes, he looked over at Draco and smiled. “And it’s primarily your fault that I wasn’t. Just think, Malfoy, we could’ve been roommates all this time.”

“Wait just a minute, what do you mean my fault, Potter?”

“Perhaps, Mr. Potter, it would be best if you start at the beginning.” As amusing as it was watching the Malfoys gaping like fish, Severus did have other things he wanted to do and it was past time for Harry to explain things to his new family.

Harry sighed, frowning once more as he looked over at Severus. He knew he owed them all some explanations, but up until that point nobody knew everything. Sure the Weaslys knew some and Dumbledore had guessed some and even Severus had figured out some, but nobody knew it all. But if he was going to have to make a life with these people… Sighing, he looked down at the loose threads he’d been picking at. “All of it then?” Glancing back up at Severus, he saw his professor nod and, resigned to his fate, wiggled into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes before beginning his story.

“Well, as you all know, about sixteen years ago, Voldemort attacked and killed my parents and temporarily destroyed himself trying to kill me. The part only a few people knew is that Dumbledore rescued me and took me to the house where my mum’s Muggle sister and her family lived and dropped me off with a note. Apparently they found me on the doorstep in the morning when Aunt Petunia went out to get the paper. Needless to say, they weren’t exactly thrilled with the surprise.”

With his eyes closed, he missed the horrified looks on everybody’s faces, though he did hear some upset sounding muttering come from the direction of the three blondes. He couldn’t help sounding bitter as he moved on to the next part of his story, as much as he would have preferred otherwise; some hurts just ran too deep.

“So anyway, they took me in, raised me to be a great little servant; I had my own bed in the cupboard under the stairs and learned how to cook and clean as soon as I was big enough to reach the counter standing on a chair. They were so kind as to give me my cousin Dudley’s old clothes that he outgrew, which didn’t take long as he ate anything and everything he could get his greedy hands on.”

“As I got older, I got my exercise doing yard work and running from Dudley and his friends when they’d decide to go ‘Harry Hunting’ and climbing trees to escape Aunt Marge’s dog, Ripper. The scar around my ankle is from the first time Ripper came after me and I didn’t move quick enough.”

“Let’s see, I finally learned my name when I went to school, before that I thought my name was ‘boy’ ‘cause that’s what they called me all the time. As I got older and strange things started happening around me, what I now know as my accidental magic manifesting, they started calling me ‘freak’ too. Of course that also led to them trying to get the magic out of me by any means necessary, usually through a combination of beatings and starvation, they even tried exorcism one time after I managed to apperate myself on top of the school.” Cracking his eyes open to glance at the four horrified people, he added wryly, “I don’t suggest that option, it’s quite unpleasant.”

Sighing again, he closed his eyes, head resting in the corner of the couch. “Everything and nothing changed the summer of my eleventh birthday. All these owls started showing up and I got my first ever letter, but Uncle Vernon destroyed it and all the ones that followed before I could read them. Finally, to escape all the owls, he dragged the lot of us to this dilapidated lighthouse in the middle of nowhere. This time, instead of an owl, Hagrid showed up.”

A fond smile tilted his lips as he remembered that night. “I celebrated my first birthday that night; Hagrid brought me a cake with my name written on it and everything; of course I didn’t actually get any of it, Dudley ate it while I was distracted talking to Hagrid. That was also when I found out I was a wizard and what had really happened to my parents; my aunt and uncle told me they’d been killed in a car accident up until then. Well, Hagrid took me from there and brought me to Diagon Alley.” Here, Harry paused, a slightly disgusted look marring his features. “And there I learned that even in this new world, I was still a freak, The-Boy-Who-Lived. What a load of shite. Special because I didn’t die like everyone else. Set apart by some stupid scar caused by an event I’ll never truly remember, though I do get to hear my mother screaming when Dementors get near me.”

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he slowly let it out before continuing. “Anyway, I got my first real present that day when Hagrid gave me Hedwig. And that was the day I met Draco. After listening to Hagrid tell me about how You-Know-Who and all the other evil wizards came from Slytherin, I run into this obnoxious prat who was prattling on about stuff I’d never even heard of and was reminding me way too much of Dudley, and lo and behold, he wants to be in Slytherin. Then he insulted Hagrid who had just rescued me from the Dursleys. Then, on the train, he went on to insult the first kid to ever be nice to me, Ron.”

He could vaguely hear Narcissa’s disappointed “Oh, Draco…” which made him turn his head to smile at the blonde teen. “So is it any wonder that when the Sorting Hat mentioned putting me in Slytherin, I objected? Though to be fair, I didn’t tell it to put me in Gryffindor, just ‘not Slytherin’.”

“I think you all know most of what happened after that.” He started counting off instances on his fingers. “First year Imet Hagrid’s pet Cerberus, Fluffy, and defeated a Voldemort possessed Quirrell. Second year, fought the basilisk, which is where I got the scar on my arm, Faukes’ tears kept its bite from killing me, but that’s it, and destroyed a Voldemort possessed diary. Third year, was kind of dull by comparison, dodged Dementors and a werewolf and saved Buckbeak and Sirius. Fourth year had to fight my way through that damned tournament that I was falsely entered into and was used to bring back Voldemort. Fifth year, suffered through visions sent by Voldemort, lost my godfather, was tortured mildly by Umbridge, that’s where the scar on my hand came from, her blood quill. And then this past year, came into my full magical inheritance and spent most of the year re-learning how to use it without destroying anything before finally destroying Voldemort for good.”

He refused to look at the other by this point, waiting until he felt his emotions calm some before he accidentally destroyed something again. “Of course, the summers were always spent back with the Dursleys where I was so graciously given Dudley’s second bedroom to stay in, after those first letters were addressed to me at ’Cupboard Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive’, they were kind of afraid that they were being watched. Of course that’s being generous since there are bars over the windows to keep the owls out and five deadbolts on the outside of the door to keep me in.”

He risked a quick glance at Narcissa before focusing on his shirt hem again. “You asked about me eating. While I’m there I’m given exactly enough food and water to keep me alive. The only times I get access to a decent amount of food is at Hogwarts and the Weasleys. Unfortunately, after so long barely eating, I don’t have much of an appetite and stress makes it worse. Usually by the end of the school year I’m up to a decent, if not normal, weight, but then I lose it all again when I’m with my relatives. This year with everything that happened, I’ve actually lost more weight. Madame Pomfrey thinks my increased magic actually heightened my metabolism so I’m burning through my body’s stores even faster than normal, hence the reason why I’m ‘muscle and bone.’ I’m afraid to see what I’ll look like a the end of this summer. Of course, that’s assuming I’m going back to the Dursleys, but with Voldemort dead, there’s no real reason I should have to, but then where would I stay, the Weasleys have enough people to care for. Guess I could stay at Grimmauld or the Broomsticks…” Harry trailed off, lost in his thoughts as he considered his options for the summer.

Severus cleared his throat expectantly as it seemed Harry had forgotten his audience, startling the boy from his thoughts.

Harry blinked in surprise and flushed guiltily. He was having a bad problem with forgetting himself; Severus had been right. He dared a quick look at everyone though he didn’t linger long enough to gauge their reactions to everything he’d said. “Um, so yeah, that’s the quick history of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Not quite the pampered prince you’ve been thinking I was all these years, huh?”

He laughed shortly, though there was no humor in it. “And here I was thinking I might actually have a normal year next year now that Voldemort’s gone. Guess that idea’s gone right out the window. Once again, I’m a freak. You want to know my one big secret… I’d give it all up, the name and fame and fawning, fickle fans to just be normal and have a normal, boring life with a normal, loving family. But it’s never going to happen, and for that I will always hate Voldemort and curse his soul to a thousand Hells.”

He swallowed hard as he heard the windows rattling and sucked in a shaky breath. Rubbing his face, he felt the trails of tears he’d unknowingly shed and dragged himself to his feet. Refusing to meet anyone’s gaze, he muttered an apology, “Sorry, I think I need to lay down for a minute.” Apperating out of the room, he left four normally outspoken people sitting quietly, at a loss for words, as all their beliefs about the teen crumbled around them.

A/N Responses: Oh, just fyi, I’ve already started on the next chapter : ) For all those that don’t review cause you’re just lazy or whatever, I forgive you, I thank you for reading and hope you are all enjoying it regardless

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