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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Harry stared at the ceiling in giddy excitement...and nausea. That's why he hasn't yet gotten out of bed on this very, very much important day. He was afraid if he did get up, he would throw up everywhere...or worse. On Snape. And Harry didn't know what to do.

On one hand, he was happy because he has finally found blood family that was-in Draco's case-willing to care for him and he would love nothing more than to look at least a little similar to someone in his family other than his 'father'. Plus, Harry admitted, Malfoys are hot. Looking like one wouldn't be as bad as one would think...no worse than Lucius being my real father.

Harry sighed and rolled to his feet; heading to the adjacent bathroom. And that is the other hand. Who wanted Lucius Malfoy, current incarcerated Death Eater, loyal devotee to Voldemort, Harry's second most hated person since second year, to be their father? Even Draco had moments when he was ashamed to have Lucius as a father.

But Draco says Lucius wasn't like this before Voldemort came back. Harry sighed again and stepped into the shower, letting the heat soothe his tense muscles and wash out any lingering nausea. He remembered yesterday, in Lucius' study, before a very pissed off Snape had found them.

"Well, this is it." Draco said, pulling some red flower from a pot. A fraction of the wall beside the table holding the flower pot slid aside to show a warm looking room. "I accidentally found this room when I was seven. Father was in there, but he was not angry with me. He simply just congradulated me on my cleverness and showed me around. It was always warm and cozy in there, so I constantly went back and read a book from one of the bookshelves, curled up in father's lap as he filled out work papers."

Harry looked around cautiously, not completely trusting anything belonging personally to Lucius Malfoy; afraid something-anything-was cursed or hexed. Draco snorted, obviously figuring out what Harry was doing.

"There is nothing in here, Harry. I wouldn't let you in here if there was."

Harry decided to trust Draco and let his guard down. Overran with curiosity, Harry immediately headed straight towards the bookshelves, which held vasts amounts of books, much to Harry's delight. (a/n if you haven't figured it out yet, Harry is smart in this fan fiction. It never made since to be how he was supposed to so badass good if he went to Slytherin if he has that Griffindor reckless stupidity. The Slytherins would have ate him alive.)

Behind Harry was Draco, who let out a soft smile with-dare I say it-fondness. Not that Harry could see it...or would he ever. It was very much so unbecoming for a Malfoy-or any Slytherin-show compassion to anyone not their life mate, in public. Not that they were in public, mind you.

For many hours, Harry sat behind Lucius desk; going through paper work, finding sheets of parchment written almost as if he was writing a letter to a lover-presumably Lily. Other, similar sheets of parchment were written diary style and Harry read through each and every one. Soon, he began to cry-silent tears that had left Draco partially frantic to cheer him up.

Harry stood and stretched, his muscles sore from sitting so long. He laid a hand on the table and looked at Draco. "I-I didn't know, Draco. He...he was a good person then, at least at one point in time." He looked downwards, barely moving his lips as he spoke. "He did love my mother." From what he found in the desk, Lucius didn't seem like a bad an at all. All the malicious things he did...didn't really seem as if he did them.

Draco stood and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, squeezing it slightly "He was a very loving, proud man before the Dark Lord returned." His voice grew bitter. "Then he became this-this thing that groveled at the Dark Lords feet." He snorted in disgust.

Harry lifted his head to look at Draco when Snape interrupted-

"HARRY! You damned impotent bastard! If you don't wake up now-" Harry jumped at Draco's pissed voice and quickly step out of the shower; wrapping a towel around his waist as he heard his door slam open.

"Where are you dammit?!" Harry walked out of the bathroom to find a fuming Draco standing in the middle of his room , hand on hip and robes draped over his arm. "There you are, you lazy git. It's almost ten o'clock in the morning!"

"Oh...yeah." Harry mumbled, walking to his trunk, bending over to root through; looking for something as close to fitting him as possible. He gave a small yelp as he felt a sharp stinging on his ass. He whirled around to glare at Draco. "What'd you do that for?!" he said, rubbing the sore spot.

"Your clothes are worse than Mundingus' on a 'good' day. You will not walk around Malfoy Manor in such infernal clothing, let alone be a Malfoy in those rags." he gave a delicate shudder. "Put these on and I will fix your rat's nest. Thank Salazar neither Father nor Lily has unruly hair." He thrust the robes towards Harry.

Scowling slightly Harry took the clothes and gave Draco a pointed look.

"What? Oh, for the love of Merlin!" He said rolling his eyes, but he turned around. Harry quickly dressed, aware of Draco in the room. Even though the blond had already seen his scars, he was still self conscious of them. Remembering the day before, Harry could help the swell of happiness he felt for his older brother.

Draco was outraged to hear the Dursley's beat Harry. All through dinner he sat in stony silence, no doubt thinking of the ways he could torture the Dursleys to death. Not that he would, if Harry didn't want him to. Which he didn't, he wasn't going to turn into another Voldemort.

"Harry?" Draco called, tentatively. Harry jumped and looked down at himself...aaand then he scowled. The robes were a dark forest green trimmed in bright silver, unbeknownst to Harry that it was meant to highlight his eyes and not purposely put in Slytherin colors.

"Oi, whats with the colors?"

Draco, who turned around, rolled his eyes at Harry and gave him a once over. "Looks good, Harry. Leave the colors alone, you look great."

"It's to tight. Who the hell wears this?" Harry complained.

Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room, towards the main library. What about my hair? Harry thought. "I do. And so does father and now, you." he said, dragging Harry along. The rest of the way to the library was silent.

The library was magnificent. Floor to ceiling bookshelves crammed with books lined the each wall; a break between two where a large fireplace supported a crackling fire, staving off the cold September weather. A comfy looking couch and three equally comfy looking chairs sat in the middle and two large desks surrounded them.

Snape sat at one desk, going over the notes; head bent over and his hair lightly brushing the desk and papers. He looked up as Draco walked in with Harry, zeroing in on the raven haired man. He sneered slightly and turned his attention to Draco.

"What took so long, Draco? Surely it is not so difficult to wake a single boy. A light hex would do if one is stubborn."

Draco smirked. "He was already in the shower when I came. The reason it took so long is that the blood house is so big!"

"Language, Draco. Alright then...Harry sit there in front of me. Draco you sit over there, I don't know how this will affect your magic." Snape said, indicating where each should sit.

Harry hesitated, looking at Draco, who looked back at him curiously. "Draco...if-if Lucius was veela, then that means you're veela to right?" Draco nodded, confusion on his face. Harry took a deep breath. "Can-can you show me your true form, before I do this? I-I mean only if you want to..."

Draco took a step back in surprise and glanced at Snape. The man was expressionless but curiosity gleamed in his eyes as he stared between Harry and Draco. Draco swallowed and looked back at Harry, who's nausea came back and felt as if he was going barf all over his lighter haired brother.

"I-I assume it would not be an issue to do so...Are you sure you want to see, Harry?"

Nausea disappearing slightly, Harry brightened and gave an affirmative nod. Taking a deep breath, Draco closed his eyes and suddenly he was bathed in a shimmery white, light so bright Harry had to look away. Turning back, he could only stare in silence. And then he gasped, followed by Snape. Draco eyes flew open.

Harry never saw anything so beautiful. Draco's skin looked like as if it was bathed in liquid moonlight, his hair fell straight down his back to his waist. With his eyes open, Harry could see that Draco's icy blue eyes became more silvery and glowed slightly. Even standing still, Draco gave off a sense of gracefulness that one would not be able to accomplish in a lifetime.

But the extraordinary thing that caught the attention of both Harry and Snape were the glowing platinum-silvery wings growing from his back. 16 feet of honest to god wings. Harry gulped and stepped forward; reaching out as if to touch one. He hesitated, looking at Draco as if for permission. He nodded slightly and Harry turned back to the wings.

Oh, he thought as he felt along the wing. It was warm to the touch and softer than anything Harry ever felt. A slight shiver vibrated the wing under his hand and he looked towards Draco questioningly.

"They are sensitive." He shrugged.

Harry lifted his hand, not wanting to hurt the blond, but not before giving the wing another gentle caress. He turned towards Snape and took a deep breath. By the time the day is done, all the damn air will be sucked up from the room. What, with all these deep breaths. He took another deep breath anyway.

"Profes-Snape...I want you to do it...Now."

Oh, yeah! Cliffhanger, bitches what! I know it's a short chapter, I did this just to piss you guys off. JK JK I was bored and so I wrote this before I had everything together, then kinda got writer's block so yeah thats why the cliffhanger.

Anyway, Lucius is NOT dead and is completely sane in Azkaban because SPOILER! he's innocent. Yeah, I know, I was shocked to when I wrote this. Basically, he was under the imperious by oldie Voldie and did nothing by his own will, in which he deeply regrets. Harry pays him a visit and figures out that he was under the imperious (foreshadowed in this chapter, see if you can find it) being under the imperious himself. ONE more thing: this IS a Snarry, don't worry
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