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Shattered Soul	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Shattered Soul
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-Chapter 3
- 3
- 4
Shattered Soul
Chapter 3

Harry didn’t know what to think any more, his whole world had come crashing down around him, and he was expected to just pick up the pieces and move on. He knew his friends meant well, he knew that Neville had only been helping by dragging him here, but Harry really didn’t know what to do.

Despite how comfy the bed was, Harry was unable to sleep, but that was nothing new, as he had been unable to sleep for a few days now. His arms ached to hold his son again, to hear his laugh, to tell him stories. Harry made no move to wipe away the tears that fell down his cheeks, while he sat on the windowsill, staring out into the beautiful garden. Had he seen it at any other time, he might have enjoyed the view, but he took no pleasure in it.

Turning away from the window when he heard a soft knock on the door, Harry silently debated with himself if he should just ignore it, but hearing the knock again Harry knew that Neville was going to be persistent, until he opened the door.

Letting out a soft sigh, Harry pushed himself off the windowsill, walking across the room to unlock the door. However, when Harry opened the door, intending to tell Neville as politely as he could to leave him alone, he froze when he saw that it wasn’t Neville standing on the other side of the door.

“Who are you?” Harry asked, taking a step back, reaching for his back pocket where he kept his wand. He didn’t draw it, though only because he was sure that if someone was going to attack him, they wouldn’t have knocked on the door first.

“Blaise Zabini. Neville is a bit busy at the moment so I was nominated to come and drag you out of bed and inform you that if you're not downstairs in twenty minutes, Neville is going to call the Weasleys and inform them that you've decided to starve yourself and become a hermit,” Blaise said. He had such a straight face as he said it, that Harry couldn’t quite tell if he was actually serious or not, though Harry was fairly sure that if he didn’t emerge from his room sooner or later, Neville would in fact call Molly over .

“I'll be down shortly,” Harry said, moving to close the door in the other man’s face, only to have Blaise put his foot up against the door, stopping it from moving. “I would suggest you move that foot, unless you want it blasted off,” Harry said, narrowing his eyes at this man.

“I don’t think Neville would like you injuring one of his friends,” Blaise said, “And I was given instructions to make sure you came downstairs with me,” Blaise informed him with a smile.

Harry glared at Blaise, remembering him now as one of Draco's closer friends in school, another Slytherin. "Why are you here? Did Draco send you to find out how miserably pathetic I am? How the fuck do you even know Neville?" Harry asked, not sure how Neville, of all people, had become friends with a Slytherin.

"Easy there, Potter," Blaise held his hands up. "First I think I should mention that I haven’t spoken to Malfoy since sixth year, so there is no reason for him to send me anywhere, least of all to see how miserable you are. And as for how I know Neville, that is a bit of a long story, one I will gladly share with you over breakfast," Blaise said. “Unless you would rather the whole Weasley army descend upon your room?” Blaise raised an eyebrow at Harry.

Harry sighed, closing his eyes before nodding his head slowly. “Fine, lead the way,” he said, gesturing for Blaise to go first. The slightly taller man waited until Harry had opened the door further before moving his foot out of the way. Turning, he started leading Harry downstairs, toward the kitchen where Neville was waiting for them.

Harry followed after him, though he was still skeptical on the whole idea of Neville being friends with a Slytherin, but he couldn’t imagine Neville letting anyone he didn’t trust just wander around his house. Letting out another sigh, hoping that someone would explain that to him, Harry decided to get a good look at his surroundings; he hadn't gotten much of a look at the house the day before when Neville had brought him here, so Harry took the time to look now. He saw pictures hanging on the wall, some painted, others were pictures taken with a camera and framed. Upon looking a little closer, Harry also noticed that some of the pictures were magical, and some of them obviously weren’t.

Harry had an easier time recognising people in the photographs, than he did the portraits. There were pictures of the whole Weasley family, and almost everyone in Gryffindor as well. But as he continued looking, there were quite a few of others that Harry didn't know, but some of them he was sure had gone to Hogwarts. The thing that surprised Harry the most though, was the fact that Neville knew so many people.

Harry paused to look at a picture, it was a group picture, it appeared to be at some sort of party, Ron and Hermione were even there, and Harry frowned trying to remember why he hadn’t been at this same party, with so many people. The picture didn’t move, but it was easy to see that everyone in it was extremely happy.

“Harry, you're awake,” Neville said. Harry turned to see his friend standing in the doorway. “I hope Blaise didn't wake you up...” Neville said, giving a look to Blaise, who held his hands up.

“All I did was knock on his door, he was already awake, I swear it,” Blaise defended himself and Neville nodded once before looking back at Harry.

“I made you breakfast, just some toast and eggs, figured you wouldn't have much of an appetite today, but you should still eat something,” Neville said.

“I’m really not hungry, Neville,” Harry admitted, turning away from the picture he had been looking at. “But I will try and eat something, if it will stop you from calling Molly over here,” Harry said, with a small smile.

“You know we’re just worried about you, right, Harry?” Neville asked, and Harry nodded.

“I know, Nev, I just…” Sighing. Harry shook his head, not really wanting to explain himself to Neville, not when Blaise was still standing there.

“Alright, just try and eat, and then we’ll get ready for your appointment,” Neville said, ushering Harry into the kitchen where there was a plate of food already set out for him.

“What appointment?” Harry asked, taking his seat and looking down at the small helping of food that Neville had given him. He really had no desire to eat, in fact just looking at the food made him feel sick.

“Your mind healer appointment,” Neville said, sitting down to eat his own breakfast.

“I’m not going back to that mind healer,” Harry insisted, ripping his toast in half and taking a small bite.

“Hermione thought you might say that, so I've contacted another friend of mine, she's a very good mind healer, and she makes house calls too, so you don’t even have to leave,” Neville said, watching as Harry started eating his food.

“I really don't want to talk to anyone, Neville,” Harry insisted, trying to be as polite as he possibly could, but he could already feel his anger building up at the fact that once again, people were making choices for him. “I'm going to be fine, I can get through this,” Harry said.

Blaise snorted, as he too sat down at the small table, and Harry glared at him. “Something funny, Zabini?” Harry snapped.

“I'm not laughing at you, Potter, it’s just hearing someone say they're going to be fine like that, when it’s painfully obvious to anyone looking at you, that you’re not fine. You just lost your kid, to Draco of all people. I don't know much about you, but I never thought you were the kind to just sit back and let that happen,” Blaise said, watching as Harry stopped eating, the anger melting away to reveal the shell of a broken man.

“Blaise!” Neville snapped, glaring at him, before looking to Harry. “We know you didn’t let Draco take Artamo,” Neville said, reaching over to rest his hand on Harry’s arm.

“It was my fault though,” Harry said softly, as if Blaise had just made Harry realise something he hadn’t before. “I could have stopped it… I could have done something, if I had, Amo would still be here,” Harry said.

Neville sent another glare toward Blaise, before turning his attention back toward Harry. “Harry, it is NOT your fault, Draco did this to hurt you in the worst possible way. You did everything you could to keep him, and now we are going to do everything we can to get him back, but you have to work for it, Harry. You have to let us help you,” Neville said, gently squeezing Harry’s arm.

“I… I need to be alone,” Harry said, pushing his plate of food away, before standing and hurrying out of the room. Blaise and Neville watched him go, and as soon as Neville heard Harry running up the stairs, he rounded on Blaise.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Wait, don’t answer that, you weren’t thinking!” Neville said, doing his best not to raise his voice, the last thing Harry needed right now was to hear them arguing. “Here I am trying to do my best, to help a friend, and you sit there and tell him that it’s HIS fault that he lost his son? I thought you had more brains than that Blaise!” Neville narrowed his eyes.

“I was just pointing out, that him acting like this isn’t normal for him,” Blaise said. “I probably should have worded it a bit better though,” he admitted.

“You think?” Neville huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, Blaise, I know you were trying to help, but thinking before you open your mouth would be a good thing,” Neville said. “Look, can you just leave now? Come back later when Theo isn’t busy, you can work on the wards then.”

“Yeah, okay,” Blaise huffed “I’ll see you later then. Tell Potter I didn’t mean what I said,” Blaise said, heading out of the kitchen to the sitting room where the fireplace was.

“I think it would be better if you told him that yourself,” Neville called after his tan friend, letting out a long sigh and looking toward the ceiling.

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Harry was lying down on his bed, his face buried in his pillow. He was angry enough where he wanted nothing more than to go back downstairs and fire off a few good curses at Blaise. But at the same time, now that he was back in the isolation of his room, he really didn’t have the motivation to get up and leave it again.

A soft knock on his door had Harry groaning softly, turning his head a little so that his voice wouldn’t be muffled by the pillow. “I want to be alone,” Harry said, before turning his head again.

“I know, Harry, but I really need to talk to you,” Neville said, and Harry let out a long sigh. Neville didn’t wait for Harry to answer this time, before opening the door and coming inside. “Harry?”

“What is it, Neville?” Harry asked, not bothering to turn his face away from his pillow again.

“I wanted to apologise for what Blaise said,” Neville explained, “sometimes he doesn’t think before he speaks; it’s one of his major faults, but he’s really not a bad guy,” Neville said.

“I don’t really care,” Harry said, lifting himself up into a sitting position so that he could look at Neville. “He only said what he saw to be true, and in reality, it is my fault.”

“No, it’s not,” Neville argued, but Harry shook his head.

“Neville, if I had listened to a single thing that Ron was trying to tell me, after Artamo was born, I would have never named him the Malfoy heir,” Harry said. “If I had even stopped to think about it for a second, I would have never even told Malfoy I was pregnant, and even if I had still done all that, I could have fought harder, I could have found a mind healer that would have fought for me, and not been on Malfoy’s payroll,” Harry said, looking down at his clenched hands. “There are a hundred other things I could have done, including taking Artamo and running. I did nothing and I let that bastard take my son, so yeah, it is my fault,” Harry said, looking back up at Neville. “I was just shocked to hear someone else admit it.”

Neville sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to convince Harry otherwise, at least not at the moment. “Blaise is going to be back later, with Theodore Nott, they’re going to work on the wards around my house, and add a few extra as well,” Neville said, wanting to give Harry a warning about that at the very least. “And my Mind Healer friend will be here within the next half hour.”

“Who is this friend of yours?” Harry asked, not to thrilled about having to see another Mind Healer, but he couldn’t think of any way around it at the moment, not if this person made house calls.

“Her name is Diane, she went to school with us. I met her about the same time I met Theodore and Blaise,” Neville told him.

“I wasn’t aware that you knew so many people, Neville,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

“I suppose I owe you a bit of an explanation,” Neville said, moving further into the room, grabbing the chair next to the desk and pulling it over to the bed so he could sit down and explain things to Harry.

“An explanation would be appreciated,” Harry said.

“Blaise, Theo, Diane, and at least two others that you probably won't ever meet, all of them were in Slytherin, they were a huge help to us, during seventh year when a lot of us started going into hiding. We couldn't always get out to get food, and when the number of us grew, keeping everyone fed got a bit harder, and then with people getting injured,” Neville sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They helped us a lot, they were my spies inside Slytherin, and Theo nearly got himself in serious trouble by sneaking us healing potions and bandages when he could,” Neville explained.

“Oh...” was all Harry could say, he didn't know what else to say. Harry had thought that he had been told about everything that happened in the school while he was roaming around the country with Ron and Hermione, and he hadn’t realised that so many details had been left out. They had all be fighting a the war, and they had all be affected by it, whether they were in school or not.

“They're not the easiest people to get along with, but you kind of get used to them after a while. Blaise and Theo have their own business, building wards around people's houses. Theo is really good at protection charms, and Blaise's side business is potions; I grow the plants he needs and we share an equal cut of the income, though mine mostly goes to maintaining the greenhouse,” Neville said.

Harry didn’t know what to say as he looked at Neville. It was almost hard to believe that this was the same small first year Harry had met all those years ago, who couldn’t remember anything, and was terrified of their Potions Professor.

“Hello? Neville are you home?” a voice called from downstairs, and Harry blinked, looking toward his still open door, then back to Neville who had stood up and walked to the door.

“I’m upstairs, Diane! Harry and I will be right down!” Neville called back, before turning to look at Harry. “Just one session with her, Harry. If you don’t like her, we’ll find you another Mind Healer,” Neville promised.

Harry let out a long sigh. Standing up from his bed, he decided to just get this over with so he could retreat back to his room and suffer in solitude.

TBC
I know it has been months since I have posted anything for this story. But this one, along with all the other fics I am working on, are never going to be abandoned, it may take a while between updates, with how much writing I have to get done, and not enough time to get it all done. Because let's face it, life gets in the way, and I don't have enough time as I would like to get writing done. However, as September gets closer, some of my 'darker' fics are going to be getting more attention. So, Shattered Soul, Just to See you Smile, and Hidden Truths of an Innocent Soul will be seeing a bit more attention soon.
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