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Lilly's Secrets	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N~ Thank you for both my reviews. First, I want to let you know (and I'll update the first chapter) that this story picks up directly after the last book, and the very day the elder wand is broken. (Completely ignores the epilogue of course) So all that died in the book are considered dead unless my story resurrects them. And this will not be a story where Harry suddenly overnight realizes he is gay; it is a gradual getting to know yourself. After all he has just been through the trauma of war, and has not lived a normal life, so normality is beyond him.
Warnings: Angst
Chapter 5 - Home
It was strange, Harry felt better since talking to Draco. Part of him felt like a weight was lifted, talking was uplifting. He picked up the diary, and started to walk up the stairs of the tower. The library seemed to be the best place to sit and read. Harry picked out one leather chair and plopped down into it and opened the book and started to read the first page.
It was almost dark when Harry heard a Knock on the front door. He had forgotten to put up some spells... well he would remedy that after he figured out who was at the door.
There was another more insistent knock as Harry reached the bottom of the stairs. Harry opened the door just a crack, and saw a familiar face smiling back at him. "Back so soon?" Harry asked as Draco entered confidently. "I though you could use company for dinner." Draco replied nonchalantly. "And?" Harry mused. "And I was curious as to what you found in my Godfather's diary." Draco
Harry motioned for Draco to follow him into the kitchen. They sat opposite each other at the small table. "Winky" Harry Called.
The little house elf appeared and Harry asked her to bring them some dinner, and she popped out of the kitchen smiling.
"I have not really learned much of anything I did not already know," Harry stated, "So far he writes well, and it really seemed to have begun in the last year they were at Hogwarts. So I got many different ideas for potions, both failed and successful. I get a few excerpts about my parents, most of which I already knew. His disdain for my father is evident, though honestly I thought it would be more potent. His talk of my mother, was really colorful on occasion, he talked about how much he admired her, but his love that I found out about a couple of days ago, has yet to make an appearance. So nothing terribly revealing or exciting. He was an excellent writer though."
Draco mused that over. Winky popped back with their dinners in her arms. Steamy roast beef slices covered in gravy that ran into wonderful mashed potatoes. There were some bread slices, cheese, and Juice and milk to drink.
"So what do you think you are supposed to be looking for with it?" Draco asked.
"I'm really not sure. I know what I have been revealed so far, is that Professor Snape is not as bad as he appeared to be. Maybe this is a way to get information out so that he is not seen as the black sheep of the Order. By the way, who is seeing to the funeral arrangements? I know the Weasleys will be holding Fred's soon, but I am not sure about the rest?" Harry spoke, almost in a whisper, some melancholy leaking into his voice.
Draco stared at him for a brief moment, Pulled out his wand and cast his patronus.
Silver wisps curled out of Draco's want, forming into the shape of a ferret.
Harry tightened his mouth, and stilled all his features, desperately trying not to laugh.
"Mother & Father, has anyone prepared Uncle Sev for a funeral? And do you have any information on upcoming funerals for Harry?" Draco spoke directly to his patronus, and it bounded off out the window.
"I think the school is the one that is taking care of the Order and Faculty funerals." Draco replied a bit grimly.
Harry tried to push the feelings of remorse, grief and guilt out of his mind, but he could not. He ended up pushing his food around instead of trying to eat it.
He felt a warm hand cover one of his. It was a comforting gesture he knew, but strange since it was coming from his once boyhood rival. And that was it really, his boyhood was gone, and he was left to figure out what remains of his life.
Draco said nothing, nor did the two look at each other. They sat in silence, neither one eating, neither one pulling away from the comfort offered.
After minutes of silence, a silver bespectacled cat bounded into the room. Harry broke the silence and touch instantly, looking up towards Draco, who only shook his head.
The voice that emerged was that of Professor McGonagall. "Harry, I need to speak to you on matter of School business. Please seek me out in my personal common room later this evening." The cat then vanished.
"Well that is unexpected," Harry murmured.
Draco's grey eyes locked with Harry's green ones, and there was still grief that each reflected.
"Harry, I know this is all much. But with all that we both have seen, and done over the last year, I well..." Draco struggled to find the right words.
"Sometimes it's just good to talk about it, instead of dwelling on it alone, inside our heads which can be our worst enemy." Harry injected.
"Precisely, not that I need counseling," Draco stated, "Just talking, that's all."
"I think we will both be good for each other in that respect." Harry commented, and then yawned.
"I'd better go, if I get any information on the funerals, I'll let you know." Draco stated. He stood up and walked over to towards the door, with Harry following.
"Thanks," Harry offered.
"Thank you too," Draco replied and walked back towards the castle.
Harry walked out the front door and started to cast charms on the place. He left open the wards for Hermione, Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Draco. Right now that would be all he felt he could face.
Harry went upstairs and retrieved his cloak; it was dark enough to elicit the trip to see McGonagall.
Harry walked to the castle quietly, pondering over all the day held for him. Strange that falling into friendship with Draco seemed comfortable. His new knowledge of Snape seemed to increase his feeling of regret and guilt where the man was concerned. He had been blinded by his own assumptions and bias over the years. There was so much that Snape did not get the credit for. Not that Snape seemed to seek out credit or fame or even acknowledgement, but still, the man deserved to be known as good and a hero to the rest of the world.
Harry maneuvered through the empty halls, past sleeping paintings and statues. He stopped in front of a rather large portrait of a cat. It was curled up next to a nice and cozy fire. The cat was an orange tabby, with some wide darker stripes. Harry cleared his throat, as he pulled off his cloak.
The cat opened an eye and stared at him.
"Professor McGonagall called for me to meet her. I am Harry Potter." Harry said.
The cat stretched, yawned and sauntered out of the picture. Then he saw the cat flanked by the Professor, and the portrait opened to reveal professor McGonagall.
"Come in Harry." She stated softly.
Harry followed behind her. The common room area was spacious, seating was plentiful. Evidently she had students here on occasion. The room was not the color scheme that Harry was expecting. Since his former head of house was a staunch Gryffindor supporter, he had assumed the colors would be similar. But instead he found himself enveloped in warm blue tones. Soft baby blue couches, dark navy curtains and other objects various shades of blue.
McGonagall ushered him to one of the couches to sit, and offered him a cup of tea. He sat down and took the cup and waited.
She seated herself across from him, picked up her own cup from the table in the middle, took a sip and then cleared her throat.
"It seems the castle has chosen you as its protector, and as such certain responsibilities are entailed with that position, which has been vacant since..." She coughed a bit, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"Professor, I..." Harry started, but she put up her hand and composed herself.
"Headmaster Dumbledore was the last chosen as protector, not many wizards or witches are chosen. But, one of the provisions is a place at Hogwarts for you to reside, you can choose from any of the empty rooms." She stated looking up at him with sadness shining out of her eyes.
Harry smiled a bit, "It seems that Hogwarts has already provided me with ample living space."
The Professor eyed him quizzically.
"The old Gryffindor tower has become my new home near the lake, and it was attached to a small cottage... very nice really. I was a bit sad thinking that it was not really my home." Harry stated, and more softly, almost inaudible, "never really had a home."
"Harry that has never really been heard of. Most of the past protectors were either teachers or other faculty and had already resided in rooms assigned by the headmaster. This is intriguing indeed. By the lake you say?" She looked at him with a bit of wonder really.
"Yeah, just perfect view of the whole castle and lake. So does that mean I can stay?" Harry asked.
"Of course, it is your home until you choose to give it back, either willingly or by will after your passing." She stated rather firmly.
Harry's whole face lit up. He had a home of his own, a place that was all his own. He had the urge to jump off the couch and hug his professor.
She extended her hand in a gesture meant to calm him. "Filch will report any and all damage to the castle to you. All paintings that have issues will also be reported to you for repairs or replacements. Your salary will be deposited into your family vault..." "My salary?" Harry interrupted.
"Yes Harry, protector is considered a job here at Hogwarts. If you pursue other jobs, as long as the Castle considers you the protector, you will be compensated, and employed." She said.
"Is there anything else, or can I ask a few of my own questions?" Harry asked, with grief entering his tone.
"Nothing else at the moment, what would you like to know?" She replied.
"I know I have been a bit out of it as late, but can you update me on what's been going on the last couple of days, and when can I expect to say my last goodbyes to old friends..." Harry choked out the last part, as he swallowed back his own sob and the pain threatening to overwhelm him.
McGonagall bowed her head. "I will be holding a Memorial for faculty and Order members on Friday. This will give time for family and friends to arrive. Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley are currently residing at the Burrow, but are often at St. Mungo's to be with Ms. Granger's parents as they undergo treatment to restore their memory. The Weaseley's have asked that Fred be laid to rest with the rest of the Order members. On that last note, Tonk's mother will be taking care of Teddy. She left a note for you, so you can visit whenever you would like." McGonagall pulled out the note and handed it to Harry.
"Currently the Malfoy Family is staying here at Hogwarts, as they have given the Ministry the Manor and are looking for another residence. Most of the students and faculty have departed to be with family, and The School will reopen in the fall. I have not made the announcement, but all those who wish to repeat the last year will be allowed and all grades and such will be wiped out as if they never happened, the Minister has assured me that this will be acceptable. So If you like, you will be able to have a proper 7th year, along with all your friends."
Harry sighed, that would be great. He could finally focus on something, with no evil popping up out of nowhere. A school year with peace.
"There is one thing, Harry." McGonagall said, almost in a whisper.
Harry looked up at her waiting.
"Where did Professor Snape die? We cannot locate his body on Hogwarts grounds. I know Ms. Granger mentioned your witness to the event, but she did not provide a location, and I need that in order to provide him with a proper burial." She was quiet in her reserved speech.
Harry knew it was hard with the events that transpired, but necessary since she had been made aware of the situation and the reason behind deeds that were done. The grief was climbing over him, clawing at his tender heart, and guilt at not having retrieved the body of a fallen hero started to engulf him.
"Professor, the boat house..." Was all Harry could get out before he broke down and started to sob once again.
McGonagall moved quickly to give him a matronly hug, his shoulders heaved, his sobs were silent, but his whole body shook with the pain.
"I'm sorr...sorry...I ..left ...him..." Harry was trying to say in between each sob that robbed him of breath. She continued to hold him, patting his back. Trying to find a way to sooth the pain.
"We will make it right, it’s not your fault, and there were other things to do." She whispered to him, "Well get everything in order, my dear."
Harry let himself be comforted, although his mind was not so kind.
He got home before he fully let his mind run over everything that was said. They had not even collected Professor Snape's body. The man was forgotten in everything that ensued. Harry was determined that at least, he would speak for the man on Friday. The world would know who he was. Maybe in a way his mother had known her friend would not make it out of the war alive. This thought made Harry even sadder than he had been. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom and crawled into the familiar sheets and drifted into a fitful slumber.
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