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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42622 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note~ thrnbrooke, Hmmm, I wonder; you should know by now answers are slow in coming LOL. Jan, I will be doing regular updates again. Darkness, yes Hermione can be frustrating at times LOL; but everything has a reason. Thank you for the reviews as well as everyone who has voted. Take care and enjoy :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 48

Tom sat there listening to Bellatrix explain in great detail what happened when the witch took the potion, unfortunately when the healer started, it was hard to understand anything she said. Enough of trying to make sense of her explanation he had to cut Bellatrix off, “Bella please laymen’s terms; you’re giving me headache.”

Lucius and Severus chuckled only increasing his headache, when Bellatrix started speaking again. “To make it simple, every living being has magic; it is how that magic is contained that draws us apart from each other. Beings of pure magic do not have separate containers, the magic runs free in their bodies; Elves are an example of that. Witches and wizards magic are held in a tight container only accessible if they use a conduit; which is why every spell they use a wand for. In muggles, their container is double wrapped and cannot be used, but sometimes a little might leak free in dire times.”

Narrowing his eyes at what she was implying, “So you are saying a muggle could become an Elf and vise verses if the container of their magic changed?”

Bellatrix sneered and sarcastically said, “You said to make it simple, there are other factors that determine what a being will become. But in a simplest theory yes.”

Tom brightened up, ignoring the healers tone and considering the ramifications that she said, “Have you by chance looked to see what container held Aubrey’s magic and if so, could it be removed?”

Rabastion was the one to answer, “In theory it would work, but we would have no idea what could happen if we removed the container that held the Heiress’s magic. Her body may not handle the change. This idea is new to us; we didn’t even know there was a difference like this till the witch cracked her container.”

Severus spoke up asking Bellatrix the next question, “So the potion, is it safe for Harry to take? And Ms. Granger is it possible to fix the container?”

“The potion is completely safe on an Elf, I will make sure Ms. Grangers fate will not be Harry’s. As for the witch we will not be able to repair the container. So she has two options, one she stays the same and never uses magic again, the other option is we finish opening the container and see what happens.” Bellatrix said the last with a hint of pleasure coloring her voice.

Waving his hand dismissing the Elves in his presence; he had enough to think about without them cluttering up his brain even more. But depending on which option the witch chose, they might be able to prove the theory that could give Aubrey her heritage back.

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Severus walked into the infirmary hearing Harry, Draco, and Ms. Granger laughing, as soon as the trio saw him they stopped laughing. Sitting in a chair furthest from the witch the witch spoke before he even had a chance to get comfortable. “If you are here to yell at me again, you can leave.”

He sneered at the witch before answering, “No, I won’t yell, but I am here to tell you that your stupidity left you with two options.”

Harry went to get up and leave when the witch grabbed his arm pulling him back down, “Harry please stay.” Harry sat back down and stared at him, waiting for him to continue, “Professor, insulting me is worse than yelling.” Ms. Granger said narrowing her eyes.

He drawled, “If you find the truth insulting, that is your problem.” He shrugged his shoulders, voice dropping lower, “The potion you took Ms. Granger broke your magical core, the container that houses your magic. When that happened your magic started rampaging in your body; your body was never meant to have your magic running free throughout, which is why you had the reaction you did.” Severus held up one finger, “We cannot fix your magical core, so option one; you stay the same and refrain from using magic.” Holding up a second finger, “Option two is we finish what the potion started and completely remove the container.”

The witch for once was silent not even asking one of the millions of questions that poured out of her mouth on a daily basis. It was Harry that asked, “What will happen to Hermione if the container is removed?”

He didn’t look away from the silent witch, she needed to make this decision on her own, “We don’t know; but that choice falls on Ms. Granger.” Standing up, walking over to the bed the witch was lying on, “You have a couple of days to make up your mind; for now you need to stay in bed.”

Severus walked out of the room, almost relieved he didn’t have to make this choice, stay a squib or have the possibility of dying. Knowing the witch like he did, he shivered at what choice she would make.

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Harry sat in the silent room that Severus created when he left watching his friend, waiting for her to say anything; for any emotion to cross her face. Tentatively he reached out his hand to cover Hermione’s arm saying, “Hermione?”

She looked up at him blinking a couple of times before giving a wobbly smile saying, “I’ll be fine.” He watched her straighten up; holding her head higher saying in a stronger voice, “Why should you be the one to have all the adventures.”

Smiling at his friend, “Just don’t make any rash choices.” He stopped when Hermione nodded her head and yawned. “I think you need to get some sleep Mione.” Harry helped her settle back into bed before he left with Draco.

Once the door closed, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry whispering in his ear, “You know she is strong, she will come through this. And any choice she makes we will support that, even if she chooses to stay as a squib for the rest of her life.”

Shaking his head no before answering, “She won’t stay a squib; to her, magic is everything. Hermione would rather die than never be able to use magic again; she’ll take the chance.” He held Draco tighter to him soaking up as much warmth from his mate’s body as he could; helping to calm his rampaging nerves.

Draco kissed the top of his head before answering, “Then we will be there for that.” Draco started to unwrap his arms from around him saying, “Come, let’s get you to your chambers my mother and your grandmother are probably waiting to help you get ready for tonight.”

He shivered wishing that he could skip going tonight; he had better things to do other than letting every Dominant drool over him. Last night was bad enough, and tonight would only be worse. Looking up at Draco, he pouted “Do I have too?”

Draco chuckled still in the process of removing him, “After tonight it gets easier.” He still wasn’t going to let go, when Draco finally stopped trying to wiggle free of his hold, his mate smiled at him. He smiled back thinking he had won, when Draco lifted him up throwing him over the blond’s shoulder; who then started walking.

He pounded on the blonds back, when that didn’t work he said, “If you don’t put me down; I’ll tie you up again.”

Draco laughed, “As scary as that sounds, it would be worse making Aubrey angry if you’re late.” He crossed his arms as the blond still refused to put him down; bouncing with every step his mate took.

Harry still had his arms crossed when Draco deposited him in a chair that was in his chambers, both Narcissa and his Grandmother looking at him with curious expressions on their faces. Draco smiled at him saying, “Have fun ladies; Harry here wanted to skip tonight’s fun.” Draco smirked at him before walking out of the room.

Both Narcissa and his Grandmother giggled, making him tap his foot in agitation. Glaring at the two who were closing in, he said, “I have more important tasks to do, then go to some festivity being paraded in front of every power hungry Dominant. I need to help Hermione make the right choice. Prepare for the Death Eater meeting, find out if I can take that stupid potion...”

Narcissa cut him off, “You are right those are important tasks, but others will be handling them. Severus will help Hermione make the right choice for her, Tom is making plans for your emergence in front of the Death Eaters, and Bellatrix is making sure everything will go smoothly when you start taking the potion. All you have left to worry about is tonight.”

He was still doubtful, “You do know that tonight will be bad, Draco could barely stand it when I just met the families. Tonight I am meeting on the other Dominants…”

His grandmother stepped forward, “And you will let his father take care of Draco.” He nodded before his grandmother continued. “Tonight will be almost the same as last night, but instead of us going to them; they will come to you. If they say you are their mate, then I will write their names down for them to be put on the list of fighters for the following night.”

He still tried to talk his way out of this, “Yes but…”

Narcissa smiled, “There are no excuses, with any large group of beings; politics are involved. Which you are now part of; you only have to get through tonight and then the next two nights will be easy for you.”

The next night was the one that he was most worried about, but Narcissa was already trying to distract him, “Draco has asked you to wear this tonight.” Narcissa held up an outfit, clothes still green, but everything else was trimmed in silver.

He laughed at the implications that it meant, “Those are Slytherin colors.” On closer inspection the hem of the over coat had interlocking snakes around it giving him a wonderful idea for an accessory.

Now in a better mood, he was curious about a question he had meant to ask yesterday, “with all the Elves present where are they staying? Why haven’t I seen any since last night?”

Narcissa picked up a brush going around and started brushing his hair out before she answered. “We are in the main family wing, which Lucius closed off from anyone not of his choosing. All of the second and third tier families stay in the other wings of the Manor. While lower tiers stay in heated tents outside.”

Closing his eyes; enjoying the sensation of having his hair brushed, relieved that he wouldn’t have to confront any other Elves while the rest of the Manor was overrun with them.

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Draco stood in the ballroom waiting with the other Dominant’s for Harry to make his entrance. Last night Harry made a quiet entrance walking to each family to be introduced. Tonight was different his appearance would have to be grand. The main doors flew opened with Remus and Sirius walking in stopping just inside the ballroom. Next that came through was Rabastion and Bellatrix who also stopped and waited. Closely following them was Aubrey and the Dark Lord who also stopped turning their heads waiting for Harry to appear.

When Harry came forward, the only skin visible was the lower half of his face; with the hood of his coat covering his head and the sleeves flaring past his fingertips. Every head in the ballroom turned to watch him walk forward, with the mated Elves as his escorts walking behind him; Harry at the lead of the V pattern they made. He smiled to himself when he saw that his mate wore the outfit he asked his mother to set out for him. Even adding the birthday present that Draco had gotten him; Tithen circled Harry’s neck hissing at everyone he passed.

Even with Harry’s small stature he commanded the attention of every Elf in the room; power coming off of him in waves. He had never felt as proud as he did that night, knowing that out of everyone here, Harry was all his and after tomorrow night they would know it.

Harry walked up the dais taking his seat, with his Grandmother and the Dark Lord took the seats slightly behind and to the right and left of Harry. Bellatrix and Rabastion stood behind them; with Sirius and Remus standing behind the Lestrange’s. Harry brought up his hand stroking Tithen with his fingertips, saying something but Draco was too far away to hear.

Rabastion stepped forward a piece of parchment in his hands; his job was to call each Dominant forward to be introduced to Harry. Rabastion spoke loudly in clear tones, “Draco Malfoy.” He smiled at the maneuvering his mother and father did to make him the first to be called. Being the first to claim Harry as his mate, would help calm the instinct that told him he needed to protect Harry from everyone else. Glad that he wore something that showed off every bit of strength that he possessed, he straightened his shoulders and strolled forwards, giving every Elf present an icy glare.

An outraged voice rose above the quiet whispers that circled the ballroom, “Lucius what is the meaning of this; your heir is not of age to be called?”

He watched his father step up to the Elf that spoke out. “I assure you Mitore that Draco is of age. A healer can confirm it.” His eyes widening when he remembered who this family was, they have been working for centuries to take over his family; trying to become the first family of the moon Elves.

Vonlian Mitore narrowed his eyes speaking low enough only Draco and his father could hear him, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I will allow your whelp to continue.” Mitore then gave a chilling smile, “know this, I will enjoy watching tomorrow’s event when my son shows everyone how far the Malfoy family has fallen.”

Draco looked over the heir of the Mitore family, who was giving him the same cold stare that Vonlian was giving him. Narrowing his eyes before turning; regardless what that family thought, he had no intention of loosing.

He walked up the dais, upon reaching the top step he bowed low; winking at Harry as he straightened himself up. Draco didn’t need to introduce himself, Harry knew who he was. Instead he nodded his head to Aubrey who wrote his name down at the top of the list. Turning he walked back down the steps and left the ballroom. He didn’t need to stay to see who he would have to fight on the ‘morrow; the only Elf he was focused on was the Mitore heir.

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The corners of Harry’s mouth turned up when he hear Draco’s name being called first. That was until the same rude Elf from last night interrupted the proceedings. Watching Lucius step forward to confront the Mitore family had him slightly worried; leaning so he could whisper to Tom, “What’s happening?”

Tom placed a hand on his shoulder saying under his breath so only he could hear, “Just the Mitore family showing their arrogance again.”

Harry nodded his head that he understood before asking another question, “Is this a trait of all Moon Elves?”

Tom chuckled before answer, “yes.”

He stared forward when he noticed Draco walking towards him again, even smiling when his mate gave him a wink. His grandmother wrote down the blond’s name, before he watched Draco leave the ballroom. Letting out a relieved breath when his mate left out the double doors; knowing that this was Draco’s way of showing every Elf in the room that they were of little threat to his claim. That he didn’t even need to be present to see who his competition would be.

The rest of the night was dull for him, considering the earlier excitement that happened at the beginning. Any dominant that claimed him as their mate he would glare at, and Tithen would hiss. Which was funny considering the snakeling was not much longer than his forearm, but the Dominants got the message some of which would blanch slightly before turning around.

The other Elves that didn’t make any false claims, he would smile, and even say a few words with. These Dominant’s were not power hungry, most saying they only came so they could meet their new Enrai. Some he felt he could become friends with, at least after Draco’s problem was resolved.

The last name that Rabastion called for the night was the same that had confronted Draco on his introduction. “Firerl Mitore.” Harry was sure that he could hear the slightest bit of contempt in Rabastion’s voice; and he immediately narrowed his eyes as he saw this particular Elf walk forward. Even Tithen began hissing threats and profanities swaying back and forth in agitation.

Firerl climbed the steps of the dais stopping at the last step like every name called before him. Whereas the other Elves bowed low keeping their eyes averted, this one showed his arrogance. Keeping his eyes trained on him, and smirking before saying, “I knew the moment I saw you; that you were mine. Don’t worry I won’t let a child prove otherwise.” Firerl sneered at his grandmother, “Add Firerl Mitore to the list.”

Barring his teeth at the Elf in front of him; if he thought Draco was even close to being similar to this; he must have been crazy. Firerl turned to leave when he felt Tithen launch after the retreating back. Moving quickly Harry snatched the snakeling out of the air, giggling silently; apparently Tithen didn’t like this Elf either.
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