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Hidden Away	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Four – Enter the Dragon

Harry and Hermione joined their host in the gardens for breakfast. Harry examined the poster of the man that he wished to puzzle out. He was so different; yet so similar to the man he fell in love with while taking snark from the other side of his cauldron. He was so upset when he watched the wizard he had growing feelings for murder his mentor; his anger led him to chase down the man and duel with him. He had called him every name he could think of in an attempt to get a reaction out of the man. Apparently, calling him a coward was enough to get the reaction he wished to achieve.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Hermione took her seat and showed her inquisitive personality, which should’ve guaranteed her a spot in Ravenclaw if she hadn’t also had the courage and protectiveness of a lioness. “So, Lord Prince, you stated that you kept in touch with your brother but how much did you know about the potion master?”

A dark brow eyebrow rose as the wizard pressed his thin lips together, “Ms. Granger, please call me Jules, my name is rather cumbersome, and Lord Prince seems befitting of a wizard of greater age than I possess.”

“If you ask such an informal address of me, then surely you could call me Hermione. Harry and I are guests in your home after all.”

The young lord gave a slight nod, “Very well, Hermione. To answer your previous question, Severus and I shared the same childhood. It wasn’t until we reached eleven that my father came for me and obliviated my existence from my mother, her husband, Severus, and Lily.”

Harry’s green eyes widened, “You knew my mother as well?”

“Yes I knew her, but she was always closer to my counterpart. Well, until he called her that horrible name. Part of me wonders if he did that out a false sense of protection. He knew which way his life was going within the Slytherin dungeons; surely, their continued friendship was a danger to her. She was a muggleborn after all and he was being sucked into the pureblood mania. I think he planned on spying from the beginning but was too far in until that blasted prophecy. Then he sold his soul to that manipulative old bastard and ended up giving his life to the cause. I think the only thing that allowed him to die peacefully was the knowledge that Lily lives on in you, Harry.”

Harry’s mouth snapped shut after catching flies for a while, “How do you know so much about him if you were removed from his memory? At what point did the two of you start communicating again?”

“Ah well, it’s the powers of a Steely Court member that allows one of such to bond with his or her human twin. It was as if I could see the world through Severus’ eyes. I was able to live through him while I maintained my seclusion here. I understood more about him than most, as he didn’t really have that many friends except for Dumbledore, who was more of a second master than a friend anyway.” The fay made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “There was Lucius Malfoy, but that friendship only continued for Severus to maintain his cover. However, he loved his godson dearly and wished that the boy didn’t so eagerly follow in his father’s footsteps.”

Harry shook his head no, “Draco was over his head. Once he discovered the truth of what being a Death Eater meant; he was living in the snake pit with the snake master himself. I saw how sick he looked when he that monster required him to use the Cruciatus on Rowle. Of course it was under the threat of receiving the same punishment at the other wizard’s wand if he were to fail. He’s damaged like the rest of us, but I fear he has much more to come to terms with, since he saw the worst of the worst happen in his own family home.”

Jules shook his head, “I’m surprised that you are defending your mortal enemy. I would think that you’d be condemning him to a life in Azkaban, but instead you testified on his family’s behalf.”

“His father was without a wand and a prisoner in his own home shortly after he was broken out of Azkaban. His father was a broken man from all of the torture he suffered and the lack of power he had. Draco knew it was me when the three of us were captured, but he lied and it gave us time to escape before Voldemort was called. His mother gave her wand to him to use, but still managed to lie to that man’s face in order to check on her son. This allowed me to defeat the man. Draco may have attempted to retrieve his wand in the Room of Hidden Things, but surely you understand that desire when you have a wand that doesn’t work right. He didn’t feel safe and then Crabbe didn’t listen to him and cast that curse that ended his life. If I truly hated that wizard, do you think I would’ve risked my life to save both him and Goyle?”

Someone clapped from behind him, “Well, I never thought the great Harry Potter would ever defend me to a complete stranger.”

The messy haired wizard whipped his head around, “What are you doing here, Draco?”

A smirk spread across the pale wizard’s face, “It turns out that there weren’t just books in my late godfather’s home. Somehow he had a necklace with a portkey, which I accidently activated while trying it on. For some reason, it brought me here.”

Jules quickly stood and pulled the boy into his arms, “I’m your godfather’s brother. Since he is no longer a part of this realm, I gladly take his place as your godfather and confident. I understand that current events have placed you in a precarious position. I would like to welcome you to stay as a guest with these two. Perhaps you can heal within the halls of Syringa Vale. I welcome you Draco.”

Harry watched in bafflement as the usually stoic Malfoy broke down into sobs within the other wizard’s arms. He looked over at Hermione and she nodded in return. The two got up from the table and left the two as they walked back into the home.

Jules continued to hold the broken wizard in his arms as he watched the other two disappear, “Now, how about you tell me why you spent the day searching Spinner’s End rather than Malfoy Manor?”

The blond wizard looked up at him with red rimmed grey eyes, “I’ve been staying at Spinner’s End since I was released from Azkaban after my trial. I couldn’t set foot into that despicable manor without having a blasted panic attack. You know one can only take so many calming draughts and continue to function normally. I never spent any time with my godfather at his home, so I didn’t have any memories of the horrors that may have occurred there. I’m so afraid that I’m losing my mind, but no one is willing to help a marked man even with the savior of the wizarding world speaking out on my behalf.”

“You know, I think that all three of you might need a mind healer. From what I’ve read, the war wasn’t easy on any of you. I’ll hire one from a different country who knows nothing of our wizarding war and what side either one of you were aligned with. I believe Australia is a good place to start. I’m sure one will be willing to take a live in job. I have plenty of funds to pay for one, but I’m sure that’s not the only reason you’re angry with your father.”

His eyes widened a bit more before dropping his face against the slightly taller man’s shoulder, “My father was such a bloody hypocrite. He raised me to believe in supposed pureblood superiority and even spoke against the Delacours for being half-breeds because of their Veela grandmother. However, he neglected to inform me that similar blood ran through both the Malfoy and Rosier lines. Apparently, such impurity is common in French purebloods. I wouldn’t be surprised if the bloody Blacks didn’t have a bit of it in their ancestry as well. Long story short, I woke up on my seventeenth birthday and discovered I was a bloody bird. I had to hide it from my parents and the death eaters that took over my home. Do you know how difficult it is to hide when so many of those bastards were already attracted to me as a human wizard? I was never safe on my own and yet I was forced in the Dark Lord’s presence more than I would’ve liked. Luckily, that snake man was asexual and didn’t understand the concept of desiring another, or I likely would’ve been made his pet instead of his torturer.”

Jules ran his fingers lightly down the man’s back in a soothing manner, “It will be okay Draco. We will get you all the help you need. Wait don’t Veela’s have mates like many fairy related creatures?”

He nodded against the wizard holding him up, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve found her but she would never accept me. I was under suppressant potions, which I brewed myself when she was brought to the manor along with the savior. It still broke my heart to watch as my aunt tortured her. I couldn’t step in and protect the only person who could make me happy for the rest of my life. I was so bloody scared. What would’ve happened if I had done any more than pretend like I wasn’t certain that it was Potter and his light brigade that was captured? I would’ve been kept and tortured in the same cellar where the other’s escaped from. I was so relieved when Dobby showed up but so frightened at the same time when her unconscious body was lifted by Potter and Weasley. My heart hurt more when I saw the announcement of the golden couple. I understood in that moment that I would never have a chance with her.”

“Come on Draco. How about we get you settled? Do you want me to send a house elf to retrieve your things from the Manor?”

Draco slowly stepped away with his head bowed, “Yes.”

“I think you should take the opportunity you have to get to know Hermione. I’m sure there’s a reason why she’s here with Harry rather than staying with the rest of the Weasley’s at the Burrow. Perhaps you have a better chance than you realized. Have you ever showed her your true self or has it always been the mask you’ve worn to make your father happy?” Jules rested his hand on the blonds back as they walked back into his home.

Draco only silently shook his head in response.

The conversation occurring between the two wizards outside carried through the open library window. Harry and Hermione attempted to block the conversation out; however, Hermione couldn’t stop her curious nature when she heard the word Veela from the ferret’s mouth. She never learned enough about that species when the Delacour sisters were visiting Hogwarts because she was too busy spending time with one Bulgarian Seeker.

She approached the open window, but remained out of view as she leaned against the wall next to the window. She gasped when she realized the wizard was speaking of her when describing his mate. Her mind sped up with so many thoughts as she continued to think about what it could mean. She was always impressed with the affluent wizard’s academic performance except for that horrible sixth year where he could barely remember to eat. He was never as dense as Ron and the main reason why she never considered approaching him was because of his beliefs and his death eater allegiance. She could never approach a member of the group that wanted her dead simply because of her upbringing.

When she heard them enter the building, she walked back over to Harry. “Perhaps you are not the only one chasing a meaningful relationship on this quest. Did you hear what Draco said?”

Harry shook his head, “I’m sorry I was just thinking about why Jules seems so familiar. I understand that he and Snape are two different individuals, but my attraction is just as strong to Jules as it was for Snape. It’s as fir they shared the same magical signature. I know it’s not possible, but it’s like they were the same person. I swear that Snape was somehow Jules’ puppet, who died when his master cut the strings.” He rubbed his temples as if staving off a building headache, “I know that analogy isn’t possible, but I can’t brush off the feeling that we’re missing something really big here. Do you still have a sample of that mud from the Shrieking Shack?”

Hermione nodded, “I do. I only used a little bit of it in the diagnostic attempts I’ve already made. To change the subject, what do you think I should do about Draco?”

Green eyes peered up at her filled with confusion, “What do you mean? What does Draco have to do with anything?”

“Oh Harry, you really do disappear into your own world sometimes. He just told Jules that he came into a Veela heritage on his seventeenth birthday and that I am his mate. He didn’t really name me, but from how he described his difficulties while I was being tortured, I know it was me. I admit to always finding him a little bit attractive, but his personality always left a bad taste in my mouth. I would hate to add more stress to Ron’s life, but he’s ignored me since Fred’s funeral. He won’t even talk to me. Do you think I should just write him a letter telling him that we’re better off as friends?”

Harry let out a slow sigh, “You know that I had to be overly blunt and announce my incompatible sexuality before Ginny was finally willing to drop the getting back together topic. I fear you might have to be just as blunt with Ron. I don’t know maybe bringing up that the two of you got together during the height of the final battle where adrenalin was high and we all thought we might die. After the war was over things started to fall apart, which left you to believe that maybe your time was over before it ever began. Perhaps the two of you were only meant to be friends and that you would like to pursue other options while he’s unavailable.”

“When did you become so profound? I mean your depths have gotten far deeper than the shallow waters of your youth.”

The green eyed wizard just busted out laughing, “I don’t think you meant that as an insult, but really Hermione. I don’t believe I was ever shallow. I was distracted, but never shallow. As to my newly found profound nature,” he shrugged, “people change after dying.”

Hermione shook her head, “I don’t believe you actually died. I think you had an out of body experience, which allowed you to converse with Dumbledore. Then again we would need to do much more research into the effects of surviving the killing curse.”

“I already know why I survived Hermione. I survived as a baby because of my mother’s sacrificial magic and I survived a second time because of my own sacrificial magic. Since I walked into that grove knowing and accepting that I would die, the piece of Voldemort was killed when I was hit with the curse. That part of his soul only desire was to live and thus keep its counterpart alive. It was because of the purity of love and one’s willingness to sacrifice anything in order to save the one’s that you love. Voldemort never understood the concept of love or the comfort found in human affection. He was always isolated and singled out in his youth. He felt abandoned and no one actually befriended him.

“I was fortunate enough to have that first 15 months of my life with my loving parents. No matter how the Dursleys treated me, I had experienced what it was like to be loved and it was enough to preserve me throughout my not ideal childhood. Part of me thinks that the reason why Severus was able to turn away from the dark in an attempt to protect Lily was because of her. I fear that he wouldn’t have understood love if they hadn’t been friends at such a young age. She showed him what it was like to have a friend and to love another person. I’m sure that his mother showed him affection, but many times she was too distracted with his drunken father to give him all of the attention he desired.”

Hermione walked over to a book shelf and pulled out one that looked interesting, “You know it’s sad to think about what made him into such a guarded and strict professor. Of course, he was walking a dangerous tightrope between Dumbledore and Voldemort as he played the role of a double spy. I can’t help but feel sad that he died not knowing what could’ve been if he survived. He spent all of those years protecting you as the last piece of your mother. He died before finding out that you developed strong feelings for him. I’m sure you would’ve shown him what it felt like to be loved and accepted.”

Harry rested his head on his clasped hands with his elbows on the table, “You know, I can’t help but wonder if he didn’t already have a taste of that. Didn’t Jules say that he loved his godson? Is it possible that Draco acted differently when alone in Severus’ presence? Think about how cold and demanding that Lucius appeared every time we met him. I’m sure that Narcissa showed him love and care, but who do you think he went to for male affection?”

Her honey brown eyes widened, “Are you suggesting that Snape was more of a loving father figure than Lucius? Do you think that he’s hurting as bad as you are with the loss of Professor Snape?”

“Perhaps he’s hurting more. He’s afraid to return to his childhood home because it harbors so many horrible memories. His father’s a shell of his former self and his mother is likely distracted with Lucius even though she was pretty fed up with him by the end of the battle. He’s been alone in Spinners End grieving the only man who showed him so much care. A man he pushed away in his sixth year because he was too busy listening to his crazy aunt and worried about the consequences of failure. Add his anger about his creature heritage and his fear of his parent’s reaction in discovering his half-breed status. Not to mention dealing with the discovery of you being his mate. If he does manage to bond with you, he’ll be disowned from his family because of your blood status. At the same time, if he doesn’t bond with you, I don’t know what will happen but I’m sure it will be worse than being disowned.”

“I’m so confused. What should I do?”

Harry slowly stood, “Just give him time and get to know him. I’m sure he’s different from the mask he wore. Remember I found him crying in the bathroom in sixth year when everything became too much. He does have a wider emotional range than that of a teaspoon. I think that gives him an advantage over Ron. I do think you should write that letter right away. Perhaps he already feels guilty for not feeling as strongly about you in his grief. Maybe he’s already found someone else to lean on but he’s afraid of how you will react to pursue it. You never know when the aftermath of war is involved.”

A/N: I know. No yummy scenes in this chapter, but I have some in the next.
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