Family Means More Than Blood | By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59826 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7 |
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3rd June 1994: Early Morning
As he stood in front of the enchanted window in his father's dimly lit bedroom, staring out at the pouring rain which was outside, Harry thought about what a strange thing the rain was. It could make you feel gloomy but then it could also make you feel warm and safe inside. It could lighten your mood but it could also make you feel worse. The howling wind and crashing thunder which sometimes accompanied it could either frighten or entertain. Yes, the rain was indeed a strange thing, capable of stirring many opposite emotions in the people who watched and listened to it.
For Harry, it was one of the times that the rain made him feel worse and he gazed out at the soaked grounds of Hogwarts forlornly. When he sensed someone coming to stand at his side, he did not turn or focus on the reflection which would have appeared on the window, just continued to look outside. Silence continued to stretch on before Harry finally broke it himself: "It's odd really, how it always seems to rain just before or just after something like that happens."
"Yes, that is odd." The voice of Lucius agreed behind him.
"Is Father still asleep?"
"Yes, still asleep in his chair having exhausted himself quite enough for one evening as I should think you have too; why are you out of bed?"
Harry shrugged slightly. "I suddenly didn't feel tired." He paused and watched the rain wordlessly for a moment or so before he bowed his head slightly and gave a small, rueful chuckle. "He was right in the end, wasn't he? He said that Pettigrew was a threat to me even if the foul little man had to go through others in order to do it."
"Your father has a very definite knack for saving others from on-coming danger. Of course, that means that he can't see it when it applies to himself so it all balances out eventually."
"And I gave him such a hard time about it when he stopped me from going to any Hogsmeade weekends. The whole time it really was for the best."
"There's no point in dwelling on the mistakes of the past. Despite the talent you've shown for being able to predict the future, no one, not even yourself, can expect you to be able to know and see everything. You had reason to think that Severus was being over-protective and you voiced that. Granted, not in the most productive of ways but you did what you felt was right at the time and that is all anyone can expect."
"I wonder how Professor Lupin is." Harry murmured, abruptly changing the subject.
"He's coped with his transformation without the aid of a potion before, I'm sure he can cope again." The man reassured though his tone, tinted with a sort of sneering contempt, implied he was merely saying those words to comfort his godson.
"I don't understand how Father could have just allowed Professor Lupin to go without his potion. I mean, I understand that things have been awkward over the past couple of months but surely he could've taken the initiative and checked. And I don't see how Professor Lupin could've done something so foolish as not to go to Father when his supply of potion ran out. Is it any surprise that something bad happened when both were acting so stubborn and foolish?"
"Severus has never been one to worry over anyone but you, he no doubt thought it was Lupin's choice whether to suffer or not. And as for Lupin's choice, I cannot say for sure of course, but I assume that he felt his request for help would not be appreciated or perhaps even turned down completely."
"This can't go on, not when people are suffering because of it. I'm going to talk to Professor Lupin later, perhaps after breakfast."
"If you think that will be for the best."
Another silence took over then as they both stared out of the window and the still-pouring rain which showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down. Despite all of Lucius's words, Harry still felt decidedly melancholy. So, he said nothing more and continued to stare outside with sad eyes.
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3rd June 1994: Morning
Breakfast proved frustrating with the arrival of that day's Daily Prophet which had a small column pondering on Harry's plans for the summer, whether or not he would be spending any of it with the Potters. It must just have been because it was a slow news day as after the first week of the news of his true parentage coming out, the stories had stopped being printed, no doubt due to some intervention from Lucius. Harry did not allow it to distract him however. The moment he was finished eating, he was away from Fred and George (a Third Year Gryffindor girl had told him that Hermione was still asleep) as he went to the DADA classroom in search of Professor Lupin. The man had not been at the first meal of the day and Harry could not deny that he was a little worried about him after what had happened only a few hours previously. He had no way of knowing whether the professor was going to be in his classroom but it was naturally going to be the first place he looked.
Once in the classroom, he climbed the small flight of stairs up to the private office behind and stretched his arm out in order to knock on the already open door. However, before his hand could make contact with the wood, he froze at the sight of chaos, boxes filled with stuff were piled high. In the middle of the room was Professor Lupin's desk which had been tidied and was almost empty save for a few boxes, several papers and the Marauder's Map which was in use and spread out across the entire desk top.
"Come in Harry." Lupin invited suddenly as he turned around from where he had been busy packing a box with his back to Harry. The teenager stepped in awkwardly, knowing that he was probably staring at his professor in a completely rude manner but not being able to believe just how beaten up the poor man looked. There was a line of three, deep scratches on his neck which were no doubt from another animal's claws, his skin was more grey in colour than anything and he looked as though he was about to faint at any moment. "I've looked worse, believe me." He assured him with a light smile, obviously recognising the look on the teenager's face.
"You've been sacked?" Harry gasped in dismay, taking note of all the self-packing suitcases and the boxes of stuff.
"No," Professor Lupin said with a shake of his head as he tore up a piece of parchment. "No, I resigned."
"Resigned? Why?"
"It seems that someone has let slip the nature of my condition. Tomorrow morning, the owls will start to arrive and parents won't want...Well, someone like me, teaching their children."
"But surely Dumbledore..."
"Dumbledore has already risked enough on my account." Lupin interrupted gently, moving around his desk with a definite limp. "And people like me are often...Well, let's just say I'm used to it."
Harry felt a swell of guilt turn his stomach to lead and he bowed his head.
"Why do you look so gloomy, Harry?"
"This is all my fault. If only I'd told someone where I was going, or if I had shown Hermione the note, she would've seen that it wasn't Potter's handwriting..."
"Harry, none of this is your fault. You were just trying to do what was right, for everyone. You wanted to make things right and Pettigrew took advantage of that. You have no reason to feel guilty."
"But it's because of me that you were hurt and you've had to resign. I'm...I'm so sorry."
"If anyone should apologise, I should Harry. For the past few months, I've been treating you far from normally without explanation and for that I'm truly sorry."
"You can hardly be blamed after finding out...Who I really am." The teenager pointed out, basically dismissing the apology without thought.
"Yes, true. However, as I do now know who you are, the first of the official new generation of Marauders, and as I am no longer your teacher, I feel absolutely no guilt in giving this back to you." He said with a light grin, pointing at the Marauder's Map spread out on his desk.
"But shouldn't John get..."
"John doesn't deserve it, nor does he have any right to it, now that he is no longer the eldest Potter child." Lupin assured him pointedly, his voice becoming softer towards the end of the sentence.
Harry smiled lightly and looked down at his feet somewhat shyly. "You know, you're the only one who can make being a Potter by blood seem not so bad."
"I'm useful for something then."
Harry gave a small laugh at that before turning a little more sombre but the small never left his face, only weakened a bit. "I'm going to miss you, Sir."
"Call me Remus, Harry. After all, I'd like to think that we're friends now."
"Alright...Remus." He agreed, testing out the sound of the name as his smile grew a little brighter.
"Good. Now, it's time to say goodbye, though I'm sure we'll meet again. Until then," he paused and gave a side-long look to the Marauder's Map, "mischief managed." He said with a small point of his wand. The details of the Map began to fade and then the parchment neatly folded itself in its place.
Both Harry and Remus looked away from the parchment at the same time and shared a small smile before the older of the two turned and headed out of the room, grabbing a walking stick which was standing beside the door on his way out. Harry watched with a slightly heavy heart as one of the best teachers he had ever had hobbled out of his sight, reappearing briefly by the door into the classroom before disappearing through it.
A small sigh left Harry then before he glanced around the small room he stood in, alone. He shook his head slightly before taking the Marauder's Map and turning to leave, walking swiftly out of the room, back down the steps and out of the classroom door just as Remus had seconds before. However, instead of being able to carry on once he had left the classroom, he came to an abrupt stop when he found Violet standing right in front of him in the middle of the corridor outside. She said nothing to him but she definitely saw him before her gaze dropped to her feet.
"...Hi." Harry greeted her unsurely when it became clear she was not going to start this off herself.
"Hi." She returned quietly.
More silence.
"If, um, if you're looking for Professor Lupin, he's just left." He offered awkwardly.
"I know, I just passed him. I'm...I'm here to see you. The Weasley twins told me you would be here."
"Oh, I see."
"I heard about what happened last night; are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, a few bumps and bruises but I'm otherwise fine. How about you? It's been ages since we've spoken."
"I know...That's my fault and I'm sorry. Everything was just...Such a shock. I-I didn't quite know what to think or how to act around you afterwards and John said that I was to stay away from you..."
"That's understandable." Harry reassured, giving his little sister an encouraging smile.
"I'm sorry I ignored you for so long, Harry. To tell you the truth, I'm glad it all happened because, well, now it means that you're my brother and I'm your sister." She said, lifting her head finally, with a happy smile and a light blush covering her cheeks.
"Apology accepted and I'm glad you're not bothered about our real relationship."
"I was at first. But then I figured that having you as a brother is for the best because I still...Get to be near you."
Harry just could not stop smiling after that and he suppressed the desire to laugh out loud in joy. For the first time, he really had a little sister and he could really act like an older brother. It made him feel incredibly light-hearted and proud, deep inside. But then something occurred to him and his happiness faded slightly as he felt the need to address his new-found worry. "Violet, you do know that my relationship with your mum, dad, and John probably isn't going to change, right?"
That seemed to sadden the younger Gryffindor but it did not shatter her mood completely. "I didn't think they would, but never say never yeah? I mean, one day you might change your mind and you might decide you want to get to know them."
Harry sighed. "Yes, maybe."
The words he had said had the desired effect of cheering Violet up and her smile brightened again. She moved forward in a few steps and wrapped her arms tightly around Harry's waist in a crushing bear-hug. A small whoosh of breath was pushed out of Harry when she squeezed him but he did not mind. He just wrapped his arms around the smaller form and squeezed her in return, giving her back a few pats.
A few minutes of that simple embrace passed like they were seconds and when Harry felt an intense gaze settle on him, he looked up to see Draco standing a few feet away, staring at him intently. Even across the distance between them, Harry could see that the Slytherin's eyes were the tell-tale shade of silver. Slowly, in order to make it seem natural, Harry released Violet from his arms. She tilted her head back to give him a confused look and he flickered his eyes towards Draco discreetly. Violet caught on to his meaning immediately and abruptly dropped her arms from around his waist.
"I, uh, guess I'll see you later then, Harry." She said quickly.
"Yeah, I'll see ya later." He returned, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze.
She smiled up at him quickly before hurrying off, turning a corner before she could reach Draco.
And so they were alone. Draco wasted no time once Violet was gone in stalking over towards Harry. The dark haired boy contained a pleased smile as he took a few steps forward himself and met the blond in a tight embrace, their arms coming around each other the moment they were close enough. Harry buried his face in the Slytherin robe and took in its scent happily while one of Draco's hands cupped the back of his neck, effectively stopping any slight chance that the other teenager might be able to pull away before he was supposed to.
"Sev told me what happened, are you all right?" Draco asked gently, continuing to hold onto Harry tightly.
"Yes, I'm completely fine. One or two bruises but nothing worse than that." Harry assured him gently, bringing his hands up to run through the thin strands of blond hair soothingly. He remembered something he had read about Veela, both types of Veela, that they were calmed by being in physical contact with their mate during times of stress and he only hoped that petting his best friend's hair would be enough for now at least.
"You should've come and got me, I would've come with you."
"I was expecting to just meet with Potter and make a truce, I didn't know I was going to go up against Pettigrew, a werewolf, and a whole bunch of Dementors."
"Merlin, so much could've gone wrong, you could so easily have died..." Draco breathed in horror, holding Harry against him tightly.
"But I didn't, did I? I'm here, with you, quite clearly fine. There's no need to worry anymore, Draco, I'm all right, nothing terrible happened." The Gryffindor reassured his Veela before tilting his head up a little and leaning forward, pressing his lips lightly against Draco's mouth in a tender, what he expected to be, brief kiss.
However, when Harry went to pull away, Draco followed his lips like they were connected by a magnet. They stayed connected and Harry felt the soft, slippery pressure of Draco's tongue begging him for entrance. He realised that this was not going to stop as a chaste, reassuring kiss like Harry had first intended and, that being the case, they would have to move it somewhere. In the middle of the corridor like this, it was too likely that someone, anyone, could just come along and see them and once the secret was out, it would soon spread across the school.
Insistently, Harry pulled away, intent on getting Draco to at least give them time to get into the DADA classroom behind them. It was the closest and probably the safest place at the moment as Remus had just left. The Luna Veela's eyes had become a shockingly intense shade of silver and Harry knew from another book he had read that the brighter and more intense the eye colour, the more the animal part of the Veela was in control. He figured with how bright they looked at that moment, Draco would not really be in any mind to listen to reason or anything else. So, instead of speaking, Harry just kept eye contact with the blond and took his hands in his before starting to walk backwards, leading Draco into the classroom directly behind him. The Slytherin said nothing and did nothing more than follow obediently and eye him attentively.
When they were inside, Harry dropped one of Draco's hands in order to shut the door behind them and take off his glasses and slip them into a pocket in his robes. Then, he pulled Draco towards him sharply, their lips meeting once more. Almost instantly the Veela took control of the situation again. He wrapped his arms around Harry and lifted him up with surprising ease, pushing him back against the shut door in order to keep him up so their faces were level with each other. Harry did not even think about it when he wrapped his legs around the blond's waist, his arms coming around his shoulders as well, as he kissed back enthusiastically, enjoying the light-headed pleasure he was experiencing.
For some indistinguishable amount of time, they kissed each other constantly, the intensity varying every so often. It was during a period of Harry peppering soft, teasing, butterfly kisses on Draco's lips, all the while the blond trying to capture his lips in a more intense kiss, that the growing erections of the two boys brushed together unexpectedly. The sensation that caused made Harry's kisses falter and allowed Draco to finally catch his lips once again. As the Veela gently nipped at the soft flesh of the other boy's bottom lip so that it swelled slightly with warm blood, the Gryffindor moved his hips against the Slytherin he was pressed against again, causing another spike of pleasure to ripple through them both.
A grin spread across Draco's face and he broke the kiss in favour of pulling Harry flush against him and rocking his hips against Harry's a bit more firmly, encouraging a heavy gasp to escape the smaller boy. "Feeling a little amorous, my darling?" He teased lightly, giving another small thrust which was meant to torment more than satisfy. A blush of embarrassment spread across Harry's cheeks and he said nothing in reply causing the blond to chuckle lightly. "I can smell it on you, you know." He whispered in Harry's ear softly, setting up a steady rhythm of rocking now. "It's intoxicating. So needy, so needy for me..."
Harry gave a very small moan upon hearing those words in that voice and buried his face against Draco's neck in order to hide his bright red face. They had not done anything since Valentines Day and so Harry was hardly used to it, hence the acute embarrassment. It did not seem to bother the Veela and that was all that really mattered he supposed. As long as it was not a hassle to him then there was no real hurry to get used to it immediately.
The classroom was soon filled with laboured breathing from both boys as the grinding continued. Harry was gasping for breath as he moved helplessly against Draco and the blond met every movement of Harry's accordingly while his tongue occasionally snaked out to run along the shell of the dark haired boy's ear, adding to the liquid heat which was spreading through his body. For both boys there was only each other; the sensations they were creating and noises they were making. Reality became nothing more than a haze, a fuzzy nothing which existed only for the purpose of giving them a place to enjoy each other.
When the end came, it came rather abruptly. Draco was the first to release, a light groan leaving him as he moved against Harry in an un-even, erratic pace, nothing like the steady rhythm they had set before. It was not quite enough to push Harry over the edge though and when Draco came down from his high, he felt that the Gryffindor was still hard and obviously trying to relieve the pressure if the continuing rolling of his hips was anything to go by. Intent on bringing his mate the same pleasure he had had, the Veela quickly adjusted his grip on the other boy so he was still supporting his weight against the wall but he had a free hand which he used to quickly loosen the Gryffindor's belt and trousers.
Harry gave a appreciative moan when he felt Draco's hand slip into his trousers and underwear and wrap around his erection firmly. Already being close, it only took three swift strokes to send him over the edge. He shuddered against the Veela, feeling his nerves tingle with release, every muscle tensed, arms curled around Draco's shoulders and his hands fisting the Slytherin robes tightly.
When the initial, sharp pleasure had faded to a warm after-glow, Harry's eyes fluttered open, looking slightly dazed and out of focus, much to Draco's satisfaction. Silver eyes alight with triumph, a light smirk covered the blond's lips as he pulled out his wand and cast a quick cleaning charm on himself and Harry to rid themselves of the evidence of their releases before slipping the wand away and wrapping his arms comfortably around the limp Gryffindor.
"I love you." Draco murmured gently in Harry ear as he eased him onto his feet, nuzzling his nose against the smaller boy's flushed cheek.
"And I love you."
"You've never told me that before." Draco noted, a bright grin suddenly spreading across his face as his heart soared.
"The opportunity never came up."
"How long?"
"A month or two maybe since I realised I've fancied you for ages and since I already loved you..." Harry mumbled, his cheek resting on the blond's shoulder comfortably.
"...What in Merlin's name are you yammering on about?" Draco laughed lightly, the silver having mostly faded from his eyes now.
"Ugh, don't ask me this now, I'm no good for anything in the after-glow."
Draco laughed again, a little louder this time. "Alright, alright, I'll let you bask for a little longer then but I'll want to know later."
"If you want." Harry mumbled, before closing his eyes and relaxing completely again. Draco pressed a light kiss to the side of his head as he brought his hand up to cradle the back of the head of dark hair. After that, nothing more was done or said.
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3rd June 1994: Midday
"Harry!"
The Fifth Year Gryffindor paused and turned upon hearing his name called by the familiar voice of Hermione. The twins, standing either side of him, turned as well and they all watched as the younger girl hurried over to them, looking the most cheerful since the whole messy ordeal of Harry's parentage coming out.
"Hey Hermione." Harry greeted her with a smile as she reached them.
"Alright there, 'Mione?" Fred asked her as they all started walking towards the Great Hall again, him moving around to walk next to George to allow Hermione room to walk next to the dark haired boy.
"I'm more than all right, Ron just apologised for the way he's been treating me." She told them with no small amount of triumph in her tone.
"That's wonderful, Hermione, but then why aren't you wherever he is? Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with you but surely you want to spend some time with him now that you've made up?"
"He may have apologised but he's still decided to pick John over me. John still hasn't said anything to me and I don't think he will, not for a long time. I don't blame Ron for choosing to stick with John, he is a boy after all."
"Doesn't that hurt your feelings?" George asked sympathetically.
"No, not anymore. I know I did the right thing when I didn't tell him about what was going on. If he wants to be a baby then he can be and I'll stay with my real friends." As she ended, she linked her arm with Harry's.
"At least Ron got his act together and stopped acting like a prat." Fred noted as they entered the Great Hall and headed for their seats.
"Well, partly anyway, he's still choosing Potter over 'Mione."
"That's true." Fred agreed as they all sat down with each other. "I think that justifies a bit of torment over the summer holidays, don't you?"
"Oh yeah, just a bit."
"Speaking of the summer holidays, the Quidditch World Cup's coming to us this year." Fred remembered excitedly. "Dad's gonna take us all, wanna come?" He asked Harry as he reached for a goblet of pumpkin juice and began to pour for himself and George.
"I don't know if Uncle Lucius is taking me and Draco or not. He said something about VIP seating with the Minister of Magic. You guys could always come with us, they'll probably be better seats."
"No offence, mate, but there are no seats on the planet which are good enough to justify sitting through an entire Quidditch match in the company of Lucius Malfoy." George muttered.
"He's not that bad."
"Not to you, he's probably perfectly lovely to you..." Fred said.
"...But unless your name is Haryon Snape, Severus Snape or Draco Malfoy..." George continued.
"...He thinks you're scum."
"I think "scum" is a bit harsh." Hermione spoke up. "But I do understand what you mean. Your godfather isn't the nicest of men, Harry."
"There's nothing wrong with Uncle Lucius. His attitude and beliefs are just a little...Dated."
"You mean bigoted." George grunted.
"Hey!"
"That was going a bit too far George." Fred chastised him with a frown.
Just then, luckily before anyone could say anything else and start a huge argument, the owls carrying the midday post began to descend and an unfamiliar brown one landed in front of Harry. Its presence stalled all conversation as the four teenagers looked at it as though it was an alien. It just stood there patiently, obvious waiting for the letter around its leg to be removed.
"Do you recognise that owl?" Harry asked curiously, carefully reaching for the letter, avoiding the owl's beak just in case it was nippy.
"Looks a bit like Pig." Fred noted.
"No, it's too big to be Pig and it's not hoping around like its got fleas." George pointed out.
"It's John's parents's owl." Hermione told them quietly, obviously not enjoying being the bringer of bad news. That brought a bad atmosphere among the friends.
"Why're they writing to Harry?" Fred demanded indignantly.
"One way to find out." Harry shrugged as he brought the envelope closer, ripped it open without care and pulled out the parchment inside. A tense moment of silence passed as the other three Gryffindors waited for the teenager to finish reading. It seemed to stretch forever until Harry calmly laid down the parchment. "They want me to spend a week or so with them during the holidays."
None of them spoke, all too surprised. The Potters had invited Harry to spend some time with them, a whole week in fact. Where they insane? Did they really think that was going to work in any way?...Could it work? Should the chance be given? Could Harry really ignore his connection with the Potters forever? Maybe it would be for the best if he took the opportunity now...
"What are you going to do?" Hermione's voice gently interrupted Harry's thoughts.
Slowly, Harry lifted his head and looked around himself. He looked over to Draco who was talking to a Slytherin boy he did not recognise. Then, he looked to the Head Table, over to Severus who was keeping to himself as usual. How would they, and Lucius, feel if he decided to spend time with the Potters? Would their feelings be hurt? Would they miss him? Would it ruin everything they had work so hard to maintain? And then he turned to look further down the Gryffindor table. He saw Johnathan first, talking with Ron and the other boys in his Year group. Could he spend a whole week with him? Further along the table, Violet was giggling like a hyena at something a friend of hers had obviously said. Should he make the effort for her sake?
"Harry?" Hermione said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.
Harry took in a deep breath and lifted his head. His eyes stayed on the parchment on the table though, just staring at it as though his answer was somewhere on the surface and was only visible if you looked at it really hard. Eventually, he gave a sigh and seized the letter before ripping it neatly in two right down the middle. Neither the Weasley twins nor Hermione passed comment on that as none of them were particularly surprise by it.
"I told them I don't need them as my family and I'll stand by that."
"You should probably write back to them and let them know though." Fred murmured.
Harry nodded. "I will, later." He agreed before giving the owl, who still had not left, a bit of bread he pulled off of the side of his sandwich.
Maybe one day he would accept the invitation and he would get to know the people who had given him life but for that moment, he was happy with how he was. He did not need another father and he had done quite well for himself without a mother so far, he did not need one now. And they did not really need him. This was all out of an odd sense of duty they felt no doubt. They had a son, they had a daughter, they did not need him and he was more relieved by that than anything else.
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