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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CH5

“This is why You-Know-Who is going to win Potter. The bloody Order can’t even rescue the Boy-Who-Lived on time. Forty-five minutes. Forty-five. If I hadn’t done the spells, the Death Eaters would have been on us by now.”
“They’ll be here.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it. I’d just prefer for you to be alive once they arrive.” Draco growled. His mood had only grown worse as the minutes ticked by. It may have had to do with the way Harry’s breath had grown increasingly strained, all the blood drained from his face. Thoughtfully, Draco dug into his robes and pulled out a half melted treat. “Forgot about this… Here, eat up.”
Harry eyed the chocolate bar warily. “I don’t think… I’m not that…” He trailed off, paling even more.
“It’s not a choice. You need something to keep you going.” Draco unwrapped the bar and broke off a bite-sized chunk.
“I don’t want to…” He avoided the persistent fingers dully. “Quit it… mmph!”
“Chew.”
Harry fought the reflexive nausea and just let the chocolate melt in his mouth, the process of chewing too much of a bother.
Draco watched him, flickering fear that he quickly hid. “Want more?”
A small warmth of energy spread through the Gryffindor and he nodded, allowing another piece to be popped into his mouth. “Voldemorts happy about something… I think we’re running out of time.”
“What the hell…?” Draco sighed and dismissed the new gibberish with dread. “Whatever Potter. Have another piece.”
Harry chewed obediently as his eyes followed Draco’s shaking hands. “I’m not dying. Just tired.”
Silently Draco broke off another piece and fed it to Harry.
“…Malfoy.”
“Be quiet and eat.”
Harry snapped his mouth shut and refused to open it again.
“Damn it Harry!” He threw down the chocolate. “…I can’t. I want to but I just can’t! Did you know my mother is pregnant? Do you know what they’ll do to her!”
“Malfoy… Draco.” He grabbed the blonde’s arm before he could knock him over with his flailing. “Relax. We’ve been over this. We’ve agreed on this. I don’t want your family to die; I don’t want you to die. Gods, I don’t want you to die… we even got to do your wonderful spell. Listen, everything is going to be fine.”
“Nothing is fine! Not one damn bloody thing about this is fine!” Draco shouted but his glare eventually wilted against Harry’s pained eyes. “I hate you.” He sighed in exasperation.
“I can tell. Give me more chocolate before I die already.”
Draco picked up the bar and handed a piece to Harry. “…I don’t really hate you.” He amended with a grumbled.
Choking back a laugh, Harry grabbed the chocolate and offered a piece to Draco who obviously needed it more than him. “No shit, Draco.”
“Mnn… not hungry, my stomach feels weird.” He smiled sadly from his position on Harry’s arm. “We’re insane, feeling like this.”
“Seems that way.” Harry smiled at the blonde before turning away with a frown. “Bout bloody time.”
“Hmm?”
Suddenly the door cracked deafeningly and exploded inward, covering both boys and the small office in a shower of splintered wood and dust.
Draco scrambled to his feet to shield Harry, his wand pointing where the door once stood. Harry wasn’t sure but he thought he heard a voice that sounded a lot like Tonks wailing about Mr. Weasley killing her. Unable to see past Draco’s robes, Harry gently nudged him aside to peer at the odd scene before him.
Mad Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt were grimly pointing their wands at Draco while behind them a furious Molly Weasley was berating Nymphadora Tonks. “Er… hey guys?” Called Harry. “You want to put your wands away and HELP me!” The last thing he needed was a fight to break out.
Draco relented first. Pocketing his wand, he stooped to help lift Harry to his feet. Moody eyed Draco suspiciously, his magical eye whirling, but he eventually lowered his wand with Shacklebolt following suit.
“What the hell is going on boy?” Moody growled, his harsh tone doing nothing to disguise his concern. “That fat blob of a cousin of yours was squealing about you being kidnapped by some sort of cult in the park.”
“What were you thinking leaving those wards!” Molly Weasley broke in. “You had us all worried sick! Remus almost got himself killed rushing over to that muggle neighborhood. Now I realize you don’t like it there but you have to start thinking about the consequences of your actions, Harry James Potter. What would your parent’s think, you risking your life so easily? Look at you, you’ve pretty much got one foot in the grave!”
Draco stared disbelieving at the raging mother of seven. He could feel the anger and pain rolling off of Harry and he acted before any real trouble started. Five years of school had taught him Harry was never that sensible when angry. “If you don’t mind,” He cut in harshly. “Would you please heal him first? I really don’t think Potter can take much more before he kicks it.” As if to prove his point, Harry swayed precariously on his feet, grasping Draco’s arm for support.
“Oh, Harry!” Molly cried; her anger forgotten as her maternal instincts went into overdrive. “It’s all right dear, I’ve got him.” She said kindly to Draco. Carefully she sat Harry down on the desk and started to tend to his wounds, clucking worriedly the whole time. Moody used the opportunity to interrogate Draco who kept unenthusiastically recalling the ferret incident. By the time they were finished they had both gained a moderate amount of respect for the other, not that either would ever admit it.
“Well, you’re in luck Malfoy.” Moody growled. “Tonks here is an elite Obliviator.” Draco peered dubiously at Tonks who was trying to clean up the ruined office but only seemed to be making it worse. He wisely didn’t comment.
“Thank you, sir. Could she possibly perform a keystone charm as the base? I… I don’t want these memories completely lost to me.” He added quietly, glancing over at Harry. Moody gave him a searing look but eventually nodded.
“I don’t see why not.” He replied gruffly. Moody limped stiffly over to Harry who was looking increasingly better, albeit tired. “Now what exactly is your reason for wanting a memory charm Harry? You don’t seem to be suffering from any psychological trauma from your experience. Your situation doesn’t really warrant your memories being suppressed.” He said with a pointed stare. “Have you been practicing your Occlumency? I noticed Severus smuggled those books into your trunk.”
Harry met his eyes, something sharp and unreadable flashing in the green depths. “What else have you noticed?” He asked lowly, trying to keep the pain from his voice but failing. Moody sighed but held his gaze.
“Mind you, I wasn’t sure until now, though I had my suspicions the last time we flew you out of there… ” He narrowed his eyes. “We’ve given him over to the muggle authorities and he’ll be removed from the wards. It’ll be safe for your return tonight.”
Harry’s expression of relief shattered at those last words. After everything he still had to go back. All his anguish and anger from the past weeks crashed in on him from the repeated betrayal. “And where the hell have you lot been this summer? You were supposed to be there! You promised me!” He attacked with his words, intent on making them suffer for what he’d been put through. “You stood in Vernon’s fat face and threatened him but you never stayed for the consequences. Who do you think had to suffer when he realized no one was coming? Who do you think had to take all his fucking embarrassment and anger and disgust of having to house an ungrateful freak!”
“Harry, watch your tone.” Molly admonished shakily. “A lot has been going on since summer started. We-we’ve been stretched very thin; you can’t possibly think that we would intentionally leave you in any danger?”
He didn’t answer, just continued to match Mad Eye’s stare until the man looked away in defeat. “The wards were to protect you. We would have been alerted the instant magic had been used in the house.”
“Muggles don’t need magic to hurt each other or have you forgotten?” He bitterly spat.
“That’s enough! We didn’t know Harry. We never would have allowed…Arthur and I would have gotten you immediately if we had—.” Molly’s pleas were cut off with Harry’s angry cry. “Stop! Just stop! Don’t you dare say you would have been there, you weren’t! None of you were! I trusted you! I was dying, he was killing me, and no one was there!”
“Harry, please…” Molly tried again, blinking back tears, but Harry pulled away blindly until Draco stepped up and caught him silently.
“Just do the damn spell. I can’t look at any of you right now.” He cried from Draco’s shoulder.
Moody shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to have to say what needed to be said. “Harry, we can’t just erase your memories unless you supply a suitable, life threatening reason.”
“You know the god damn reason!” Harry snarled, snapping his head up to reveal angry eyes rimmed in red. “Look at me! Do I look capable of blocking out Voldemort right now? The bastard has been breaking into my dreams for weeks, not that you would bloody know. He won’t even need to make an effort now. Just one little peek in my mind and he’ll hunt down Malfoy and kill him! I-I can’t even think straight; I was hearing voices less than an hour ago. Just fucking do it already!”
“Harry, you have to calm down.” Draco whispered soothingly.
“They don’t deserve—!”
“No, they don’t.” Draco fought down his own anger over what he had just heard. “But it’s dangerous to be obliviated when you’re in an agitated state. It can mess you up, make you barking.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and tried to send calm into the boy like Harry had done to him back in the dungeon. “Please… I don’t want you to be crazy the next time I see you.”
“…Anymore than I already am, you mean?” Harry sniffed, slowly relaxing against Draco. He focused on the blonde’s heartbeat and ignored everything else around him.
“That’s a given. We’re both a little off if you haven’t noticed.”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight. “I’m sorry Draco. If I was stronger we wouldn’t even have to…”
“Don’t be stupid. Voldemort is going to check every damn person he can think of to find out how you escaped and he knows that I’ve been in the dungeons before. He was getting my father when you were captured, he’d expect me to be there.”
“Right… he’s been edgy as a cat recently… he’d go to the extreme.” Harry swallowed down any more doubts; it wasn’t fair for Draco. “Tonks!” He eyed the startled girl coldly. “Let’s get this done.”
Tonks hesitated, waiting for a sign from Moody. “Do it,” grunted Moody, moving out of the way for Harry to sit back down on the desk. Draco stayed beside him this time, a physical barrier for Harry’s emotional state.
“What did you want for the Keystone…?” Tonks faltered, finding it difficult to look Harry in the eye. At Harry’s questioning look Draco answered for him. “It allows the memories to be restored once a certain word has been spoken or event has occurred.”
“Oh…” He smiled crookedly up at Draco. “That’s brilliant.”
Draco smiled back. “I thought so.” He turned back to Tonks. “We’ll want Voldemort’s death for starters, obviously.
“Right,” Harry agreed softly.
“Or my parent’s death.” Draco added.
“Don’t be stupid,” Harry immediately snapped out. “He’ll kill you!”
“My parents’ lives are the only reason why I’m agreeing to this plan. If they die, I damn well want to remember what I sacrificed for them.” Draco replied tersely.
“…Fine!” Harry growled, feeling his nerves quickly unraveling. “If one of us dies the other will remember then.”
“Fine.” Draco whispered hollowly. “And…there should be a failsafe. If one of us resolves to kill the other.”
“Yeah,” Harry murmured blinking back tears. “Or if one of us tries to kill himself.”
“Yeah…” Before he could stop, Draco grasped Harry’s hand noting it was trembling as much as his own. “Let’s try to get along this year Harry.” He managed to choke out. Tenderly he placed a kiss to the jagged scar on his feverish brow and turned away before he started to break down.
“Wait,” Harry pulled tenuously at the hand still entwined with his. “Just… wait.” He pleaded softly until Draco relented and turned back. “Just in case…” He whispered with a mournful smile. Their lips met once, brief and delicate; and again, crushing together as if to imprint the other boy on them for eternity. “Just because we won’t remember doesn’t mean it’s not there.” Harry reassured. A part of him knew he could never forget something so integral. It was just like his magic, always a part of him even when he hadn’t realized it had existed.
“Right.” Draco murmured back, trying and failing an assuring smile.
Harry managed to tear his gaze away long enough to instruct the still ill at ease but now highly amused Tonks on how much he should remember of the incident to keep Voldemort from becoming suspicious.
Draco moved back to watch Tonks cast the necessary spells. He was relieved to notice she was very adept at manipulating and locking away the memories and didn’t bumble through Harry’s mind like she had through the room. Harry was immediately put under a sleeping charm after the memory alteration so he wouldn’t become conscious until settled back at Privet Drive. A part of him was glad for it; afraid to see the old mistrust that Harry’s eyes would now hold whenever they settled on him.
“Alright Malfoy, you’re up.” Moody grunted, tactfully ignoring the earlier scene between the two.
“I’d like to speak with Dumbledore first, if possible.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t an option. Dumbledore is in the middle of fortifying the wards of Hogwarts and won’t be finished until the beginning of the school year.”
“Oh… that explains some things.” He cast a cautious glance at Shacklebolt who was silently guarding the now repaired door and Mrs. Weasley who had gone back to berating Tonks in a hushed tone. Debating quickly, he decided to trust Moody would relay the message with discretion. “You know about Consdale.” It was a statement if not an accusation.
Moody grunted in reply, his attention caught. He carefully steered Draco so a table and Moody’s form blocked Draco’s voice from the rest if the room. “They’re already walking out of Azkaban, the ones that still have their wits enough to realize nothing is holding them there anymore.” Draco continued.
“How?” Was the ominous, soft-spoken question.
“The Domin. He’s gained some sort of alliance, perhaps a coup.”
To his credit, Moody didn’t even bat an eye. “You’re certain?” He asked, lips white.
Draco merely raised a brow. “My father is walking free and something caused the Consdale massacre even when the Order had been forewarned. It’s all that those deranged idiots have been talking about for the last week.”
Moody didn’t bother trying to defend the Order and their failure at protecting the Unspeakable. Moody suspected someone was collaborating with the Death Eaters. Without Dumbledore’s presence the group was falling into chaos. After Black’s sudden death they had been forced to move the Order out of Grimmauld Place and their current location was far from secure. The worst would have been when Voldemort discovered Snape’s true loyalties. How, was a mystery. Severus was a master of Occlumency and wouldn’t have been foolish enough to let his true loyalties slip. Snape’s comatose state was revealing no answers nor any new information of the Death Eater’s current plans. Hell, they couldn’t even protect Harry from his own muggle relatives never mind Consdale and his family from whatever it was that had slaughtered them and the surrounding neighbors. If Malfoy was right and the Domin were involved... “This doesn’t bode well.” He sighed.
Draco snorted. “That’s an understatement. I’d hate to be on your side right now.” His composure back in place, Draco strode back over to Tonks, pausing only to run a tender hand through Harry’s hair before sitting on the cluttered desk. “I suggest you lock my memories back to before I even considered leaving Diagon Alley to see my father today.” He said to a relieved Tonks who quickly jumped to the task, anything to get away from the wrathful glare of Molly. “Listen,” He added suddenly. “If I die… I don’t want to die never having remembered this. Can you…?”
“Not a problem.” Tonks smile kindly. “The spell will unravel if you’re mortally wounded, you’ll remember before you pass.”
Draco nodded mutely then as an afterthought added, “Thanks cousin.”

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Molly watched thoughtfully as the young Malfoy was obliviated. To think Narcissa and Lucius child, the boy her own children had fought with so ferociously over the years, had so selflessly saved Harry from certain death. It was mind-boggling. And that kiss… That had not been a kiss born of teenage hormones nor a misguided quest for comfort. Such a fragile emotion, yet so tenacious, it must have been growing hidden within their furious animosity waiting for a chance to break free. In such troubled times would they ever get another chance? It was very unlikely.
Everyone knew Voldemort had his sights on the Malfoy heir. The boy had powerful blood flowing in his veins and had already shown great potential. Voldemort wouldn’t willingly let the boy go free; he’d kill him first. She had to resist the overwhelming urge to stop Tonks and Shacklebolt from taking the boy where he would be left unconscious on his family’s land. He could be such an asset to the light side. His loyalty lay with his family though, and most likely always would. He was a pureblood after all. If only Albus was here, she was sure he would have found a way.
Molly sighed, catching Moody’s eye. He quickly created a portkey to Harry’s bedroom at Privet Drive and together they teleported the frail boy to his bedroom. She eyed the small room critically. It was obviously in disuse. She remembered hearing Ron and Ginny say Harry had used to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. She would bet anything that was where he had been residing this summer.
“We’ve really failed him this time.”
“Aye.” Moody sighed.
Together they cleaned up the room and left some comforts for Harry even though they knew it could never make up for their mistake. They just didn’t have the manpower to watch over him and yet the excuse was empty when faced with the consequences of one simple decision. There had been a few times when each could have apparated over, just to check in on him, make sure he was adjusting well after Sirius’ death, but they had always found excuses. All it would have taken was one quick visit… they had thought he was safe.
“I’ll finish with this mess.” Moody grumbled, transfiguring the small broken bed into something more suitable. “Maybe you should check on that woman. I didn’t see any bruises on her but she had that haunted look to her.” He added knowingly.
Molly nodded in understanding. Making sure Harry was tucked safely in the now lavish bed, she left to speak with Petunia Dursley. She found the gaunt woman huddled with her wodge of a son in their living room. Petunia eyed her warily but mercifully refrained from making a fuss.
“The boy is alright?” She asked, almost unconcernedly.
“He’ll be fine after a long rest and a few good meals.” Molly stopped herself from adding an ‘as will you.’
Petunia nodded coolly but a noticeable tenseness left her bony form. “Would you care for some tea? I suspect I’ll be overrun with the lot of you…” She moved to get up but Molly stopped her.
With a wave of her wand, she quickly conjured up a tray of tea, biscuits, and chocolate. Dudley made an odd yelp at the sight but the blonde woman merely took the proffered cup.
Petunia waved a careless hand at a stiff backed armchair while drinking liberally of the steaming brew. It had been a trying year; a few little spells weren’t going to shake her anymore. She was too busy acknowledging the insight that she may have lost her only nephew, the final link she had to her older sister.
Sitting, Molly took a sip of her own tea before continuing the strained conversation. “We won’t be staying long, just to see Harry settled then we’re gone.” She noticed the son seemed to want to say something but was eyeing her wand fearfully. Casually she tucked it back into a pocket in her inner robes and had another mouthful of tea. “I’m afraid Harry won’t be able to tell you much about the incident. He took a nasty blow to the head and had been unconscious throughout most of the ordeal. Probably for the best with the way they were treating him.”
More at ease with the frumpy witch, Dudley spoke up, his voice oddly hollow. “It took you a long time to get here.”
Molly gave him a sad sort of look and nodded. “Yes, it did.”
Uncomfortable silence fell until Dudley blurted out, “I thought that man would have come… You know, the murderer. I thought he would have come right away to help him. B-being his Godfather and all…” He trailed off, scuffling his pudgy feet awkwardly.
Gasping, Molly dabbed mindlessly at her tea that had sloshed onto her robes. “Sirius Black passed away over a month ago. Harry didn’t tell you?” She gave a shaky sigh at their blank looks. “Such a tragedy. The poor man had been imprisoned for years, innocent mind you. He never hurt a soul. He went off to save Harry at the Ministry and…” The large tea soaked handkerchief found its way to Molly’s cheek. “The poor dear never even got his name cleared, such a waste of life.” She murmured tearfully into her handkerchief.
“Oh,” Was Dudley’s inelegant reply. He was beginning to wonder why Harry was always in so much trouble, the kind of trouble where people got killed and were always singling out Harry and his friends. Would Harry have died tonight if he hadn’t rushed off to tell Mrs. Figg and fallen into that hole? It was a frightening thought.
With pudgy fingers, Dudley pulled a crumpled letter from his pocket. “Mrs. Figg wasn’t there to take it. I tried to give it to that owl of Harry’s but… but I haven’t seen it around lately.” The last any of them had seen of Hedwig, Vernon had been shooting at its retreating form. Alive or not, she had yet to return since. Dudley cautiously waddled over to Mrs. Weasley. “Harry, he gave this for me to mail to him just a day ago… I, uh, I guess he forgot…” He handed the sealed letter to the teary woman and scurried back to the couch.
In large, shaky letters on the front of the envelope the name ‘Snuffles’ was clearly inscribed.
“Dear gods.” Molly whispered, fresh tears falling. With trembling hands she tucked the letter safely into her robes. She couldn’t read it, not now, maybe not ever.
“What’s this all about?” Moody growled, limping into the living room and scowling at the Dursleys.
“Oh Alastor.” Molly wept. “He wrote him a letter.”
Moody put a comforting hand on her shoulders. “There now,” He soothed gruffly. Patiently he waited for Molly to calm down. It had been a hard day for all of them. None of them had expected to be getting Harry back alive when they had learned he had been taken. So much had been going wrong recently, thank the gods something had turned out right. “Now what’s this about a letter?” He asked the now coherent witch as the Dursleys looked away uncomfortably.
“Harry wrote a letter to Snuffles, to Sirius. The poor dear.” She sniffled.
“I see.” Moody grunted. Obviously Harry had to have been rather traumatized over the whole event and the way he had been treated by his uncle had only unbalanced the boy more. Hopefully, with the beatings stopped and after a long rest he would recover quickly. The thing was, Harry had no one to confide in, no way to release his anguish. Moody knew he was the type to deal with his problems on his own, probably because he had always been on his own. It was fine for an old man like him but it was all just too much for a young man to handle and Moody once again cursed Voldemort a painful, horrible, soon arriving death. Sirius had only just been able to help Harry open up and now with this tragedy Moody had to wonder if the boy would ever allow anyone close to him again… But he had let the ferret in, although it had taken death for the boys to face their feelings… Wherever the hell they had come from. Even still, it gave Moody a bit of hope.
He turned his mismatched stare to Petunia while helping Molly to her feet. With a wave of wandless magic he conjured up a piece of parchment where names and addresses were scrawled. “If you get into any trouble, yourself or the boys, send a letter by post or owl to one of those listed. Dumbledore’s been in a meditative state all summer and his mail has gone unread. He’s of no help to anyone right now but this group here is.” He pointed to the first name, his own. “I’m your best bet, but state of affairs have gotten sketchy recently so send a backup, preferably to a Weasley. They always take good care of their own and Harry’s as good as family to them.” Molly burst into tears once again at the endearing comment. “Don’t worry about anyone else reading it. It’s keyed only to Harry’s blood relatives; to anyone else it’s a blank piece of parchment.”
Petunia took the paper silently, her expression blank.
Not expecting a reply, Moody ushered Molly out of the house and the anti-apparating wards. A final glance back and they both disapparated from Privet Drive with loud cracks.
With her guests gone, Petunia curled back onto the couch with her precious Dudley at her side. The police had taken Vernon away only hours ago. She didn’t know what to do with herself anymore. Where would they get the money? How could she take care of two boys on her own? She had depended on Vernon for so long she didn’t know how to live without him.
Did he hate her now?
He shouldn’t have hit the boy, she had warned him, pleaded with him. Before, he would have respected her wishes but something had been changing these past few years. Something she had done her best to ignore. Hiding from it hadn’t made it go away... she wasn’t ready to face it yet. Instead she closed her eyes and blocked all her thoughts of foolish husbands and magic. Everything would look better in the morning, it always did.
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