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Self-fulfilling Prophecy	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it

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Author's note: After the small cliffhanger, here's the next chapter.

Thanks to the following reviewer: Yukina

Warnings: slight drama; meeting Scorpius

I hope you'll like it!

Chapter 4: Accusations Galore Part 1

They barrelled out of the Floo, right into the entrance hall of Saint Mungos, before the message had even completely disappeared. As it was evening, both James and Albus were already dressed in their pyjamas and they had only taken the time to slip on some shoes before they followed mum into the Floo.

Heart nearly beating through his chest, ringing in his ears, Albus stumbled behind his mum to the desk, where the receptionist was busy writing something down.

"I'm here to see Harry Potter. In which room can we find him?" Mum asked loudly; her face drawn. The circles underneath her eyes had only grown throughout the week and her hair hung lifeless around her face.

"Mister Potter can't have too many visitors now," the receptionist answered without even looking up. "It would be better if you …"

"Listen here: I'm his god damn wife and you will tell me immediately in which room he is!" Mum snapped and slammed her fist down; her wand sparked in reaction to her anger.

The woman behind the desk looked up shocked. "My apologies, Mrs. Potter. Your husband has been put in room 603."

"Thank you," Mum replied stiffly and then marched to the elevator, while James and Albus hurried behind her.

While they waited in tense silence for the elevator to bring them to the right floor, Albus mused about the particular wording of the receptionist. 'Not too many visitors now.' Was she implying that dad already had visitors in his room? If so, who? It couldn't be Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, because mum had only just sent a Patronus to them.

The elevator let out a sharp 'ding' sound to announce they had arrived on the sixth floor and they hurried past a couple of Mediwitches who were doing their rounds, quietly chattering to each other.

The door to room 603 stood ajar and without knocking, mum entered the room briskly while the two boys followed her silently.

As always dad had received a private room; not only because usually his injuries were bad enough to require a private room, but also to keep away curious bystanders and noisy reporters.

There were already two people in dad's room: dad's boss, Mister Shacklebolt and – to Albus' surprise – Mister Malfoy. Mister Malfoy had a bandage around his left hand and the centre of it had already darkened with blood. Another bandage was wrapped around his forehead and his right cheek was scraped; dried blood crusted around the cuts. Bags coloured the skin underneath his eyes and his blond hair was messed up. His red Auror robes were torn near his left hip. The blond wizard was seated on the plastic chair next to dad's bed.

"Ah, Mrs. Potter," Mister Shacklebolt inclined his head towards mum. His dark eyes glided over Albus and James. "Albus, James, good evening."

"Good evening, Mister Shacklebolt," James murmured and Albus nodded quietly, still a bit shy around the imposing man.

"What happened with Harry?" Mum asked in a trembling voice.

Albus' attention was drawn to the bed where his dad was resting and he swallowed harshly when he saw how dad looked like. He was incredibly pale and seemed to be shivering lightly, as if he was cold. Several thick bandages covered his arms and chest; the one near his left side seemed especially thick, as if it was holding something in place. The knuckles of his hands were bruised; the skin raw and red. His lower lip was cut and was clearly in the progress of being healed.

"Auror Potter was attacked by one of the suspects; he was hit by a couple of spells, resulting in lacerations across his chest. The Healers are confident he will be fine with some rest, though," Mister Shacklebolt reassured her and rubbed his hand over his forehead. He looked incredibly tired.

"What is he doing here?" Mum glared at Mister Malfoy, who hadn't even looked up once since they had entered the room.

"Auror Malfoy was the one who brought Auror Potter to the hospital," Mister Shacklebolt answered calmly.

"Let me guess: Harry got hurt because of him? He needed to be protected again, right?" Mum snorted harshly and shook her head. "Why do you think you have the right to …"

"Mrs. Potter, it's thanks to Auror Malfoy that your husband is still alive," Mister Shacklebolt said louder, interrupting her. "If it wasn't for him, there's a good chance your husband wouldn't have survived the mission."

"I'm willing to bet that he only saved him, because it was his fault Harry ended up so hurt," Mum said spitefully and took a step closer to Mister Malfoy.

This time Mister Malfoy did look up and he stared at mum coolly. There was a strange emotion swirling around in his cold grey eyes. "Not that it is any of your business, but it was actually because of Frank that Harry ended up being attacked. Frank lost sight of the last suspect and that man managed to take Harry by surprise before I managed to subdue him," he explained icily. "I used some basic Healing spells to keep him from bleeding out and Side-Apparated with him straight into the hospital."

"Well then, thank you for your help," Mum retorted icily. "You can go now. There's no need for you to remain here."

"Mrs. Potter, Auror Malfoy is Auror Potter's …" Mister Shacklebolt started to say, but was interrupted by Mister Malfoy.

"Don't bother. I'll need to go home anyway to freshen up," Mister Malfoy grunted and rose up from his chair. "I just wanted to make sure he was healing well."

"Well, now you've seen it," Mum said snippily and Albus saw James frowning when he looked at mum.

"Make sure to rest well, Malfoy," Mister Shacklebolt ordered and Mister Malfoy waved his hand lazily in response, walking past mum without deigning her worthy of even a glance.

While mum immediately bent over dad, firing off more questions at Mister Shacklebolt, who looked a bit perturbed; Albus quickly left the room, hoping to catch Mister Malfoy before he left.

"Mister Malfoy!" he called out and the older man stopped, turning around with a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, Albus?" he asked curiously. He seemed to be favouring his left leg slightly.

"I … Thank you for saving my dad," Albus blurted out and felt his cheeks flushing a bit in embarrassment. "I know that mum … She won't say it, but thank you."

Silver grey eyes softened and Mister Malfoy approached him. His hair was briefly ruffled. "No need to thank me," he murmured. "I wish I could have been quicker, but well …" He shook his head despondently. "Take good care of him, okay?" He turned around and started to limp away.

"You have pain – don't you need to stay here?" Albus asked, his eyes fixated at the way the red spot kept spreading out through the white cloth of the bandages.

"Well, you're definitely your father's son," Mister Malfoy smiled wryly and Albus looked at him confused. "I'll be fine; don't worry about it. Go back to your dad. I'm sure he wants to see you when he wakes up."

The shrill voice of his mum calling out, "Albus!" made him flinch and he nodded. "Bye, Mister Malfoy."

Mister Malfoy smiled faintly before he limped to the elevator.

"What were you doing?" Mum demanded to know when he slipped back inside the room.

James glanced at him through his eyelashes when he came to stand next to him, but didn't say anything.

"I said thank you to Mister Malfoy for saving dad," Albus muttered and clambered on the chair.

Mum took a deep breath and looked ready to scold him, but a groan coming from the bed had everyone swivelling their heads towards it.

"Dad?" James said hopefully.

Dad blinked, clearly still a bit dazed.

Mum bent over the bed. "Harry, dear, can you hear me?"

Dad turned his head towards her and squinted. While mum went to grab his glasses off the nightstand, dad asked dazed, "Where's Draco? Is he all right?"

James and Albus winced simultaneously as they saw mum stiffen in response.

Dad had just made a big mistake.

The only consolation, Albus figured wearily, was that mum wouldn't dare to start an argument with dad still hurt and Mister Shacklebolt near them.

But that she didn't appreciate dad being worried about Mister Malfoy was as clear as day.

Two weeks later, in the middle of February, mum started her vigorous training sessions with her Quidditch team once more. The Holy Head Harpies had had a winning streak going on last year and that was something the Captain wanted to recreate this season.

This meant of course that mum only arrived home late in the evening and left early in the morning. It had been like this ever since Albus could remember, so he wasn't too bothered by it. This just meant that dad would be home sooner – if he didn't have any missions that was – and he would be the one doing the cooking.

On a rainy Saturday Albus was woken up early by his dad when he opened the curtains with a cheery, "Good morning, Albus."

"Morning, dad," Albus muttered and yawned, sitting up right as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Mum left?"

"Yes, she just left, but she said she would try to be home a bit earlier today," Dad answered and then sat down on his bed.

Albus blinked sleepily and glanced at the clock standing on his nightstand. He couldn't hold back his frown when he noticed that it was barely seven thirty – much too early for a Saturday in his opinion.

"Dad?"

"Ah yes, there's a reason why I woke you up so early," Dad smiled apologetically, but a glimmer of excitement lit up his eyes. "You see, Draco asked whether we wanted to come over to his manor today for breakfast and to play a game of Quidditch."

"Quidditch?" Albus perked up. "We can fly on real brooms?" he asked hopefully. So far he and James had to use child's brooms. While those were fun, they couldn't fly high and not fast either, making both boys long for the day when they were allowed to fly on a regular broom.

Dad smiled secretively. "If you keep quiet about it to your mum, I think Draco won't mind you using his old Nimbus 2001." He winked. "Just be careful on it, promise?"

"I promise!" Albus nodded eagerly and excitement started to pool in his stomach. He would get to fly on a real broom today!

"All right, go freshen up, while I wake up your brother. Then we'll have breakfast at Malfoy Manor," Dad informed him and left the room.

Excitement thrumming in him, it didn't take long for the seven year old to freshen up and change his pyjamas for a blue sweater and dark trousers.

He could hardly wait to go to Malfoy Manor!

Mister Malfoy greeted them when they stepped out of the Floo half an hour later. James and Albus stepped hastily aside as their father stumbled out of the fireplace with a quiet swear.

Mister Malfoy raised an eyebrow and amusement lurked in his voice as he said, "I'm just going to pretend that your less than gracious entrance is due to the lingering ache of your wounds and not because you're just clumsy."

"Shut it, Draco," Dad retorted quickly, but he was smiling; showing that he wasn't too offended. "Is Scorpius here?"

"Yes, he's waiting at the breakfast table," Mister Malfoy replied and beckoned them to follow after three house elves had popped up to take their coats off their hands.

James and Albus looked at each other with raised eyebrows; they would finally get to meet Mister Malfoy's son today. What kind of child was he?

Their mouths dropped open slightly when they entered the room where they would have their breakfast. The table was made out of some dark wood and looked quite sturdy; filling up nearly the entire room. Three large, broad windows provided a grand view of the backyard; the Malfoy family seemed to be the owners of an entire forest as trees filled the landscape as far as Albus could see. Two large paintings containing some unicorns and their foals grazing serenely covered the walls on the right and the left. The floor itself seemed to be made out of some smooth stone.

What attracted the attention of both boys immediately, though, was the various dishes spread out over the table; some still steaming. Various cans containing either tea, coffee or orange juice were divided over the table as well.

"Scorpius, these are James and Albus – Harry's sons," Mister Malfoy introduced them to a small, light blond haired boy, who had been sitting quietly at the table.

Grey eyes – mirroring the ones of Mister Malfoy – studied them curiously and the boy inclined his head graciously. "Nice to meet you, James, Albus."

Albus nodded cautiously, not entirely certain what to think of the boy, and James smiled invitingly. "It's nice to meet you too, Scorpius," he chirped and looked up at Mister Malfoy. "Can we choose where we sit down?"

"Sure, there are plenty chairs to choose from," Mister Malfoy replied dryly and James plopped down on the first one he reached which was smack dab in the middle.

"Where do you want to sit, Albus?" Dad asked with a smile as Mister Malfoy walked to the head of the table.

"Next to James," Albus muttered, not really caring where he sat, as long as he could eat something.

So, Albus sat down next to James, while dad went around the table and took a seat next to Scorpius, whose face lightened up as soon as the older man sat down.

"I'm glad you're back, Harry," Scorpius smiled and his bright smile was such a contrast to the careful nod he had given to Albus and his brother that it made Albus blink bemused.

"You've been here before, dad?" James asked surprised, while he was buttering a piece of toast.

"Yes, several times," Dad replied distracted and smiled at the blond boy next to him. "How are your lessons going, Scorp?"

While Scorpius launched into a vivid description of his classes, James and Albus somehow got drawn into a conversation with Mister Malfoy about their classes and hobbies. Albus didn't mind talking with Mister Malfoy, but he was still wondering about the fact that his dad had been in this manor enough times for Scorpius to be so familiar with him.

Albus had a feeling their mum didn't know anything about this and made a silent promise to his dad to not inform her about it either. Merlin knew she was still tetchy about the fact that dad had worried about Mister Malfoy in the hospital.

As soon as they finished their breakfast, they went outside and grabbed a broom for each of them. Dad had brought his Firebolt with him, while Mister Malfoy retrieved a Nimbus 3000 from the shed. James, Albus and Scorpius were each handed a Nimbus 2001 and the brothers glanced at each other with excited grins.

Today they would finally fly on real brooms!

As they were not with enough people to have a real Quidditch match, it was decided that only the Quaffle and the Snitch would be let out. Dad and Mister Malfoy would act as Seekers – both had a nearly predatory grin on their faces as they looked at the Snitch fluttering in Scorpius' hand – while the three boys would be Chasers with Albus and James forming one team.

A house elf, dressed in a kitchen towel, gave the sign to start and it wasn't long before only laughter and the whizzing sound of the brooms cleaving through the air and the Quaffle being thrown from one hand to the other could be heard in the yard. Mister Malfoy had cast some sort of invisible net near the ground, so that if one of the boys managed to slip off their broom, they would have a safe landing.

The score between Albus and his brother and Scorpius was kept fairly even and eventually they were more distracted by watching their dads loop through the air, chasing after the Snitch, while each man tried to distract the other one. The Quaffle remained in James' hands and they craned their necks to follow Mister Malfoy as he suddenly shot from right above them to the other side of the field.

The Snitch was quicker, though, and they could hear Mister Malfoy curse as the golden ball brushed past his fingers.

"They're really good, aren't they?" Scorpius remarked with a grin. His cheeks were flushed and his blond hair was mussed and damp with the light rain that continued to fall down.

"Yeah, when we play Quidditch with our family, every team wants dad as their Seeker," James grinned and blew some strands of his hair out of his face. "Because whoever has him as Seeker usually wins."

"Father and Harry play a lot of Seeker games," Scorpius informed them and huffed in amusement. "They keep a score and the loser has to do something."

Albus cocked his head, intrigued by what he had heard just now. Dad often played Seeker games with Mister Malfoy? When did he do that? "What does the loser do?" he asked curiously.

The blond boy shrugged. "Don't know. They say I'm too young to hear it." He pouted.

"Does your mum play Quidditch with you?" James asked casually, rolling the Quaffle in his hands.

Scorpius visibly stiffened and worried his lower lip between his teeth. "Mother, she … She doesn't like flying," he answered softly. "So I don't fly when I live with her."

"Why is your mum not living here?" Albus couldn't help but ask. He hadn't heard before of parents who lived in separate houses. What a strange concept was that? Parents were meant to live with each other after all.

"Father and mother have a lot of fights," Scorpius replied and pursed his lips; his eyes narrowed slightly. "Father doesn't love her anymore and so they split. They got a divorce." He hesitated briefly and sighed. "Because father likes men more than mother."

James furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean: your dad likes men more?"

Before Scorpius could answer, however, a sudden victorious shout alerted them to the fact that the Snitch had been caught and they whipped their heads around.

Dad had his hand raised triumphantly in the air and the daylight was reflected weakly by the fluttering Snitch in his fist. "I won!"

Mister Malfoy groaned and shook his head, but even from that distance, Albus could spot a smile on his face.

"Looks like Harry won again," Scorpius smiled and then flew to the two men, who had started to argue about the particular twist dad had pulled to grab the Snitch.

James and Albus followed directly behind, though Albus' thoughts were stuck on what exactly Scorpius had meant with his remark that Mister Malfoy liked men more.

Why would him liking men make him live apart from his wife?

"Dad, can I ask something?" Albus asked, later that evening. They had returned from Malfoy Manor around three in the afternoon after having enjoyed a delicious lunch and now dad was preparing dinner as mum would be home soon.

"Hm? Yes, what?" Dad replied distracted as he flicked his wand sharply over the pan where a slab of pork was simmering loudly.

Rocking back and forth, with his hands clasped behind his back, Albus questioned, "What does Scorpius mean that Mister Malfoy likes men more?"

At the same moment dad whipped his head around to stare at him with mouth wide open, the shrill voice of mum asked from the doorway, "Yes, Harry, what does that boy mean with that?"

AN2: It was at this moment that Albus regretted opening his mouth .-.

Please let me know what you thought about this chapter: should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.

Next chapter: after a delay in the form of a fight, Albus gets his answer regarding Draco liking men. Also in the next chapter: can a Malfoy compliment a Weasley?

See you all in the next chapter!

Cuddles

Melissa
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