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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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24th February 1995: Morning

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Harry muttered as he walked towards the lake, surrounded by his friends and younger brother and sister.

It had been a rough night for Harry. He had not been able to sleep for his nerves and neither had he been able to sit still. Not a bite of breakfast had passed his lips, not that his stomach seemed to miss the food. Then, to make him even more anxious then before, both Hermione and Severus had been missing from breakfast which only made him worry about where they were. Now, with only half an hour before the Second Task was due to begin, neither of the two were anywhere to be found.

"You've got nothing in your stomach to sick up." Draco replied, obviously in a rather foul mood himself. "You should've eaten something, Harry; you'll need the energy."

"I have more then enough nervous energy to last me the rest of my life I think." Harry replied as his hands came up to hold his head. "Goddess, I should've prayed more last night, I need all the help I can get." He brought a hand up to his neck and felt around the area where his pendent usually hung. "My neck feels naked."

"Are you done yet?" Johnathan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Shut up, John!" Violet instantly scolded him with a glare. "Harry has a right to complain at the moment."

"Did Hermione say anything about meeting us?" Harry quickly interrupted, not wanting an argument to break out between his brother and sister.

"Nope." John answered.

"Last time we saw her was last night. She was in the common room when we headed up to bed. Maybe she's decided to support Krum." Ron said with a frown.

"No, I don't think she'd do that." Harry mused as he nervously stared off to his side, only to catch sight of a familiar head of white blond hair a few feet off. "Uncle Lucius; maybe he's seen Father." He said to himself out-loud. "Uncle Lucius!" He called before dashing over to the man, Draco following along and the rest of their friends hanging behind to wait for them to return.

"Ah, good morning Haryon, Draco."

"Good morning, Father."

"Yes, morning." Harry said distractedly before getting into what he really wanted to talk about. "Uncle Lucius, have you see Father today?"

"No, not even when I arrived this morning. Dumbledore said he was apparently busy with something but refused to say what."

"Oh, where can he be then?"

"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." Lucius reassured his godson, placing a supportive hand on the teenager's shoulder. "Just concentrate on the Task; your father is more than capable of looking after himself."

"Yes, I suppose so." Harry sighed weakly before turning with Draco to head back over to the rest of his friends. "I'll see you afterwards, Uncle Lucius."

"Good luck, Haryon. And Draco; do try to remain calm."

"Easy for him to say." Draco muttered quietly. "I'm not sure whether the fact I'm not going to be able to see much is a good thing or not. At least when I could see you I couldn't imagine a whole barrage of terrible fates."

"I'll be fine." Harry reassured simply, taking Draco's hand in his and giving it a squeeze just as they reached the group of Gryffindors again. "Where abouts will you all be sitting?" He asked everyone as they all started to slowly move forward again.

"Front row..." Fred grinned.

"...Centre." George added with a matching grin.

"Where else?" They said together.

"Hey, look over there!" Violet said suddenly, pointing over to in the stands. Everyone turned to look and the majority held back frowns. "It's Mum and Dad!" She smiled before waving over there and yelling at the top of her voice: "Mum! Dad! Hi!"

"What are they doing here?" Harry mumbled as he quickly looked away from where the two adults were sitting and currently waving to their daughter.

"They're probably here to watch." Violet pointed out with a grin to which Harry just glared at her. That only seemed to amuse her though and she gave a laugh before dashing off into the stands, no doubt to say hello to her parents properly.

"They wrote and asked if the public were allowed to come and watch the Tasks. I told them there'd probably be no problem and then heard nothing more about it." John explained. "I just figured they had lost interest in it all."

"Obviously not." Harry groaned, running a hand over the top of his head, being careful not to mess up his neat braid. "Ugh, could this day get any worse?"

"Well, there's Rita Skeeter sitting in the stands." George pointed out, looking in the direction the woman was located in.

Harry and the others followed his gaze to find that, indeed, the woman was sitting there with the teachers in the stands. "Great, now everything which could've gone wrong has gone wrong. Perhaps I'll forget to take the gillyweed and just let myself drown."

"Oi, don't even joke about that." Draco scolded him.

"But Draco, this is terrible! I'm about to take part in a dangerous tournament that I didn't even sign up for under the eyes of Merlin knows how many people including my birth parents who just happen to be two of the people who my father hates most in the world and said father is no where to be found!" Harry cried before taking in a deep breath. "Goddess, I can't do this." He breathed out, looking at the Luna Veela in front of him with pleading eyes.

"Good, let's go get an early lunch then." Draco smiled as he began to pull Harry away.

"No," Fred said patiently as he caught his friend's free arm to hold him back. "You know you have to do this, Harry, so there's no point in trying to get out of it. Just keep calm and you'll do just fine. Now, deep breaths."

Harry did as instructed, breathing in deeply before letting it out in a slow whoosh. After doing that a couple of times, he nodded a little. "Right, okay, I'm all right now."

"Ya sure?" George asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I should get going now." He mumbled as he released Draco's hand and turned to go. "When exactly am I supposed to swallow this stuff again?" He enquired, holding up the hand which held the gillyweed.

"Just before you get into water." Draco told him quickly. "It's fresh so it should start working straight away."

"Right, okay, got it." Harry nodded, clearly distracted, before he began to move away.

"Good luck mate!" George called to him.

"We've got money riding on you remember!" Fred reminded him.

"You stay down there for longer than an hour and I swear I'm coming in after you!" Draco called next.

"Try not to come last!" That was John.

"Show 'em what Gryffindors are made of!" Ron that time.

"WE LOVE HARYON SNAPE!" That was the scream of Violet and her fellow fan-girls who she had moved to sit with.

Harry turned and waved to them all with a smile, but when he turned back to face forwards, he smile vanished and worry over-took him; something had to be seriously wrong with Severus and Hermione to make them miss this.

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24th February 1995: Mid-Morning

Severus suddenly disappearing; it was nothing to worry about Lucius had said. Dumbledore had said that he was off doing something. More like he was trapped under water and being guarded by a whole bunch of merpeople! When Harry had heard that something had been stolen from him the night before, he had imagined it to be a trinket of some sort, not his own father! But there the man was, floating several feet away from where Harry was at that moment. The distance was soon closed however as Harry swam forward as quickly as he could.

Finally reaching his father, Harry grabbed onto the man to stop himself from going any further. They both continued back a little bit but moved nowhere drastic as Severus was tied down to something with a long length of material which was tied around his ankle. Beside him, to the right, was a line of three others, the one immediately next to them being Hermione. Quickly, the teenager checked his father over to see if he was still alive and, once reassured that the Potions Master was quite fine, he allowed himself to sink down a little in order to un-tie the knot of cloth which kept the man from floating up to the surface again.

Before he could start to work on the knot however, to his side, from out of the murk of the water, came the form of one of the other contestants and, as they drew closer, it became apparent that it was Cedric, the lower half of his face enclosed by a bubble, (the Bubble-Head charm! Why had Harry not thought of that? It would have been so much easier than having to choke down a mouthful of gillyweed!). The Hufflepuff aimed his wand at the material which kept Cho Chang anchored down, a spark flying from the top and severing it on contact, before quickly swimming forward and stopping her from floating up too far without him. When all that was done, he looked to Harry and tapped his wrist watch with his wand. Harry nodded to show his understanding and with that, Cedric turned and began to swim up, back towards the surface.

Once the older teenager was gone, Harry returned to work on the knot around his father's ankle. He managed to get it undone quite easily and then quickly swam up in order to take one of Severus's arms to stop him from floating away. Then, he noticed that all the surrounding merpeople were quickly swimming further away which was puzzling. The puzzle was quickly solved though when Harry saw a shark heading straight towards him. With a startled cry, he quickly moved backwards, dragging Severus along with him, only to see that the shark was actually Krum when he passed by. The Durmstrang student grabbed the material keeping Hermione down in between his teeth, effectively tearing it, and then began to drag her upwards.

Harry frowned in determination; if he swam as fast as he could, he might just be able to beat Krum to the surface. But, he had barely moved before he caught sight of the last person left tied down; Fleur's little sister. He had seen Fleur earlier and knew that she had been forced to retire from this Task. So what would happen to her little sister? Someone would no doubt come down for her eventually but what would happen until then? Surely being down there in the freezing water for so long would effect her negatively? The real question, Harry supposed, was whether he could leave the young girl down in the water with a clear conscience? He knew the answer before he had even finished asking himself the question.

Pointing his wand towards the strip of material anchoring the young Delacour down, he used the same spell Cedric had before quickly swimming over and catching the girl, immediately carrying on upwards. The merpeople were obviously not happy though and began to pursue him soon after he had started towards the surface. Harry managed to keep ahead of them though, even with the extra weight of the two stiff bodies either side of him. In fact, he managed to break through the surface before things started to go pear-shaped.

Harry, Severus, and the young blonde girl all surfaced with huge gasps and wasted no time in heading over to the platform. The Potions Master ushered the French girl on ahead of himself and Harry followed on behind him, going slower as he had been swimming for much longer. Just as Severus was being helped out of the water by Dumbledore, Harry felt something wrap around his ankle. That was the only warning he got before he was suddenly yanked down, falling back underneath the surface of the water, his mouth opening in surprise and being immediately filled with water.

Looking down, Harry saw that the merpeople had not given up on him and it was one of them that now had his ankle. But it was all right as the gillyweed was still in effect, he had time to sort this problem out. He tried shaking himself free but that did not work so he reached into the pocket of his shorts for his wand. Pointing it down to all the of the merpeople, he spoke a single word: "Imobulus" sending out a shot of light which instantly paralysed all the merpeople. They floated away from him calmly, no longer any sort of threat and Harry slipped his wand back into his pocket. However, just as he did that, panic set in as he felt an odd sensation in his neck. He brought his hands up to touch his throat and as he did a spike of fear shot through him; the gills on his neck were closing, the gillyweed was wearing off.

Harry immediately began to try and get back up to the surface again as quickly as possible but as his hands and feet returned to normal, it got harder and harder to move through the water. The merpeople had dragged him down further than he had first thought and it was quite a way up to the surface and every movement he made sapped the strength from his muscles.

All too soon, movement became impossible and the lack of oxygen began to take effect. Harry stubbornly held onto his last breath though and quickly got his wand back out. With a quick, silent prayer of hope to his Great Lady, he pointed the tip of his wand down to his feet.

"Ascendio."

The spell worked immediately, pushing Harry up through the water and sending him shooting out of the surface. He flipped over awkwardly in mid-air before landing heavily on the platform on his side. He coughed fitfully the moment he had landed on the wood, curling into himself and covering his mouth with one of his hands. A big, fluffy towel was almost instantly draped over his shoulders and large, strong hands held his shoulders and he knew immediately that it was Severus who was now crouching at his side.

"Are...Are you...Al-all right?" He managed to get out through his coughing.

"Yes." Came the single syllable answer and Harry knew that was all he was going to get when they were such a public situation.

"He's all right." Harry heard Dumbledore announce to everyone else as Severus helped him get up onto his feet.

"Go and get him another towel." The Potions Master suddenly ordered someone in a monotone.

"I want all the judges over here now!" Dumbledore's voice came again.

Just as Harry managed to calm his coughing, he was confronted with a very up-close image of Fleur Delacour. "You saved 'er, even zhough she was not yours to save!" She gushed to him, gripping the tops of both of his arms, her little sister standing next to her, wrapped in one of the fluffy towels. "Zhank you! Oh zhank you so much!" And with that, she held Harry's face in between her hands and planted two kisses on both of his cheeks.

A bright blush lit Harry's cheeks moments after that and he blinked a few times in surprise. Then, having had no time to recover from the affections of one girl, he was suddenly confronted with the form of a very wet Hermione. She threw herself at him and instantly wrapped her arms around his waist. "Are you all right? Merlin, you must be freezing!" She said quickly as she released him and brought her own towel from around her to drape it over his shoulders bringing his towel collection to three now, Severus adjusting its position on his son's shoulders for him. "Although you scared me half to death, that was a wonderfully kind thing to do."

"Did me no favours though, I came last." Harry pointed out wryly and instantly regretted it when that seemed to provoke Hermione to grabbing his head (much like Fleur had) and firmly kissing his forehead.

"Second from last; Fleur never got past the Grindylows after all."

"Attention!" Dumbledore called then, the tip of his wand pointing to his throat to amplify his voice. Everyone standing around him immediately flinched at the unbearably loud voice. "The winner is Mr Diggory who showed an innate command of the Bubble-Head Charm." Cheering came then right up until the Headmaster began to speak again. "However, seeing as Mr Snape would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only his father but the other as well, we've agreed to award him second place." More cheering and Harry was rather shocked, only moving because Hermione was clinging to his arm and jumping up and down in excitement.

The cheering continued on after that and it finally sunk into Harry what had happened. He snapped out of his stupor and gave a cheer, hugging Hermione in return finally before launching himself at his father, attaching himself to the man like a limpet. Severus's arms came around and gave him a light squeeze before one arm left him and the one that remained held him around the shoulders and gently guided him forwards, towards the boats which would take them back to solid ground.

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24th February 1995: Evening

"Here's to Harry!" Fred cheered loudly as he and George raised their goblets of pumpkin juice in a toast as soon as they were allowed at their dinner.

"For holding first position!" George added as Harry wanted nothing more than to disappear from the attention that the twins had drawn onto him and his small group.

The day had passed by relatively quietly for Harry due to the fact he had spent most of it in hiding. Once back on solid ground, he had been whisked away by his family to the dungeons where they had kept him until they were all sure he was completely all right. The whole experience had almost traumatised Draco and it took him ages to snap out of his Veela mode which usually only occurred during the full moon. Severus had relaxed as soon as he was satisfied that Harry was unscathed and Lucius had remained calm throughout, adding a much needed element of sanity to the whole thing. The rest of the afternoon had been spent relaxing before dinner had started and all the fuss finally came.

"I am tied with Cedric though." Harry pointed out rather weakly.

"Don't put yourself down, Harry!" Violet protested from where she was sitting a few seat down with the rest of her friends, all of who whooped their agreement enthusiastically, only making Harry want to vanish all the more.

"Your sister's right, Harry; joint first is something to be proud of." Hermione agreed.

"And you beat Krum of all people!" Ron put in with a wide grin.

Harry said nothing to that, there was not really anything he could say, instead opting to remain silent. He almost wished that he had left the youngest Delacour down in the lake. That way, he would not be tied with Cedric and would not have all this unwanted attention thrown at him. If his friends and siblings were proud of him, that was great, but did they really have to be so loud in their praise? Why could they not be more like Draco and keep quiet about it? The blond knew he was not one for attention and ceremony and was so keeping quiet, simply being a reassuring presence that was constantly at his side and if there was one thing Harry needed at that moment, it was something to reassure him.

He was unsure whether it was because of everything which had happened that day or something else, but there was a horrible feeling of dread which would not leave the back of Harry's mind. It niggled and prodded and continuously made sure to scream its presence so that it could not be forgotten. It was an obscure feeling so he could not pin-point exactly what it was that was making him feel so on edge but he knew for a fact it was not just his imagination. Unfortunately, he did not know whether it was just a lingering feeling from that day's Task or whether it was something on-coming. It had not escaped his attention that Professor Moody was absent from dinner that night and if he was completely honest, he was putting the feeling of dread down to the strange man, if only in the back of his head.

"Are you all right?" Draco's voice suddenly whispered in Harry's ear and he jumped a little, leaning to his side in order to get a proper look at the blond who had leaned in closer to him. "You seem distant; is something the matter?"

"No, it's nothing. Just lingering nerves I should think."

"Still? Surely you should've calmed by now." The Luna Veela said, clearly concerned, as he brought a hand up to gently brush some stray strands of hair away from Harry's eyes.

Harry opened his mouth to reassure his mate, but no voice left his throat as his vision went black as a vision took him over:

He was in a forest, a familiar forest, and it took Him only a moment to realise that it was part of the Forbidden Forest. There was nothing directly in front of Him or to either of His sides and so that left only the possibility of there being something behind Him. He turned and looked and saw two figures, one was obscured by shadow but the other one was in plain sight; Mr Crouch.

Everything was silent but sound was not needed for Him to know what was going on. Mr Crouch was scared of whoever it was hidden in the shadows and He was determined to see who the person was. He started towards the figure but froze when He saw the tip of a wand being pointed towards the scared man. Bringing Himself back to reality quickly, He lurched forward, hoping to reach the wand in time to knock it off aim before a spell was cast. He seemed to be moving in slow-motion though because He had barely moved anywhere before green light shot from the tip of the wand a rushed towards the one person who visible...

"Mr Crouch!" Harry gasped as he came out of his vision, uncaring if he attracted the attention of anyone, which he did do. The moment he had gone into his vision he had attracted a great deal of attention and by the end the entire Great Hall was staring at him in interest. It made no difference to him that everyone was staring, it made no difference that he had obviously toppled backwards at some point and was being kept off of the ground by Draco's arms only and it even made no difference that Severus and Lucius were currently hurrying over to him.

With a strength born out of fear, Harry wrenched himself from the Veela's hold and went falling the short distance he was above the floor. He was unphased by that though and simply quickly picked himself up before dashing towards the doors of the Great Hall, ignoring the calls which came after him. There was no time for reassurances, there was no time to explain anything because if he did not get to wherever it was in time, Mr Crouch was going to die! And Harry could not let that happen, at least not without making the effort of getting there; it would haunt him forever if he did not get there in time because he chose to speak to others first.

He ran with a speed he never knew he was capable of, trusting his instincts to lead him in the right direction because it had been impossible to see which part of the Forbidden Forest he had seen in his vision. His instincts had served him well before though and he had faith that they would do the same again. So he kept running, without thought of where he was going exactly, just allowing his feet to take him in whatever direction some part of him thought was right.

Not once did he slow down. Not even when he entered the forest and low, thin branches swiped across his face, splitting the skin and causing blood to trickle down his cheeks, did he relax his pace. When his lungs started to burn and his muscles started to sting from the lack of oxygen, he fought on. Then, suddenly, a cold feeling ran through him, making him stop abruptly, skidding a little before becoming still. It was at that moment that he knew. He knew he had not been fast enough and his vision had come to pass.

Feeling abruptly weak, as though someone had come and sucked out all his energy with the event of Mr Crouch's death, Harry staggered to his side and slumped against a tree for support. Guilt and remorse created a lump in his throat which made regaining his lost breath a hard task and he blinked back the tears which were starting to gather in his eyes. Swallowing and then taking in a deep breath, he pushed away from the tree and set off again. He could not let himself just break down, at least not right at that moment. He had to find Mr Crouch just in case whoever it was that killed him tried to do away with the body in order to hide the crime.

The murder of Mr Crouch was not exactly surprising; Harry was well aware there were several people who would not have minded if the man were to suddenly "disappear" so to speak. But the man had been killed in the grounds of Hogwarts of all places! That made the whole thing much more sinister and a lot more worrying. Harry momentarily entertained the idea that the killing might be linked with Voldemort in some way, what with Crouch having a hand in locking up so many Death Eaters including his own son, but then he thought better of it. Not everything terrible in the world revolved around Voldemort and Death Eaters.

When it came down to it, it did not take long for Harry to locate the body of the Mr Crouch. He was alerted to the fact he was probably nearby when he spotted the man's hat laying on the ground. Sure enough, the body was a few feet away, obscured by a tree from the direction he had approached from, and the man was quite clearly dead. His eyes were open, staring up at the canopy of leaves above with a blank, unseeing gaze and he was sprawled out on the slightly damp ground in what would have been a most uncomfortable position had the man been alive.

With a regretful sigh, Harry dropped to his knees beside the still body. He just stared down at the man sadly, waiting for the others who had no doubt followed to catch up to him.

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1st March 1995: Early Morning

He was outside, yet He was warm. The air around Him was a lovely temperature despite it being the middle of the night. Or was it? The sky was very over-cast despite the warm weather so maybe it was day but just very gloomy. It looked as though a storm might be coming...

Looking around Himself, it did not take long to realise where He was and He felt an definite chill run through him at the sight. A graveyard. He was back in a graveyard! This was like the dream He had seen the night after the Yule Ball! Only He realised it now, He knew this was a vision. But there was still no sign as to what could there possibly be to see in such a place. There was still no one around and so He started forward as He did before, looking around all the while, keeping His eyes open for anything.

When He stopped again, He was standing in front of the large tomb stone or memorial statue from before. The gloom once again made it look awfully creepy and there was still definitely something about it. He felt as though there was something He was supposed to be seeing, something important, something He had not yet spotted. It was essential that He saw it and so He looked all over the statue, determined to find whatever it was so that he did not have to come back to this place a third time. The first time had been bad enough and this second time was probably going to equally as unpleasant.

All over the statue He looked again it seemed, paying extra attention to the obscure areas because that was where something important was most likely to be. He was just about to give up with a frustrated groan but that was when events changed. Instead of seeing something in the corner of His eye, He caught sight of some engraved writing. His heart gave a jump of anticipation and He pressed closer to it, wanting to read the writing He was sure was important. But, before He could properly make out the words in the gloom, He heard foot-steps on the ground. With a gasp, He turned to see who it was.

"Kill the spare."

The order was hissed out poisonously in a voice He recognised. His eyes flickered to the direction the voice had come from but His gaze did not quite make it in time to look before a green light completely blocked his vision and then everything turned black.

A slightly strangled gasp escaped Harry as he wrestled himself out of his covers, waking up feeling suddenly claustrophobic. His brow felt chilled with a cold sweat and his heart was pounding with such an intensity it felt like it was going to burst. The darkness around him did not help with the sudden fear which was practically choking him and he fumbled to open the curtains around his bed. Seeing the other occupants of the room asleep in their beds and the dull glow coming in from the window helped to calm but he still felt terrible and he knew that he was trembling.

Those words he had heard and the voice which had spoken them; it had been so horribly familiar. It was the same voice he had heard in his Third Year. It had been the voice of Voldemort.

There was no use in trying, Harry knew he was not going to be able to go back to sleep, not without some sort of help. Maybe it was because he was still shaken and was not really thinking of what he was doing, or perhaps he knew perfectly well what he was doing, but either way, Harry scooted out of bed and headed out of the dorm room. He went down the stairs, through the common room, out of the portrait hole, along several corridors and then, as though it had taken him no more than a few seconds, he stood in front of the portrait of Salazar Slytherin which protected the rooms of the Head of Slytherin.

Harry raised his hand and curled it into a light fist before going to knock on the frame of the portrait. However, his knuckles froze, hovering just over the wooden frame when a voice came: "Isssn't it a little late for you to be down here, Gryffindor?"

It took several seconds for Harry to realise that the hiss of parseltongue had come from in front of him rather than behind and that it had not been Voldemort's voice but the voice of Slytherin. That did not make it any better for him though and he fought the desire to just turn and run. "I don't believe that's any of your business." He said in English, not wanting to humour the man by speaking in parseltongue.

"It is when you wake me up at such a ridiculously early hour. Go back to your tower, Gryffindor."

"I didn't come here to argue with you, you know." Harry glared up at the portrait before finally reaching out and knocking on the portrait's frame loudly, doing it a little harder than normal mostly just to annoy the Hogwarts founder. "And I never asked for you to pass comment."

"If I had my way, you wouldn't even be in the school. Gryffindors are un-needed, as are Hufflepuffs. Ravenclaws; they have a certain purpose."

"To give the thicker Slytherins someone to copy off hmm?"

"Slytherins are superior in all ways, including intelligence."

"You obviously haven't met Vincent Crabbe or Gregory Goyle." Harry grunted. Before an answer could be given by the portrait however, it swung open quickly, missing smacking into Harry by mere millimetres. He recoiled instinctively, stepping back a few paces and closing his eyes as though expecting an impact.

"This had better be impor..." Severus began to snap, no doubt expecting some nameless student to be waiting for him. Upon seeing that it was his son standing there meekly, his words stopped and his expression softened. "Haryon? What are you doing down here?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you but I...I had a dream and I was wondering if I could have a potion to get back to sleep."

"A dream?" The man said with a light frown as he stepped forward and gently tilted his son's head up. "You look pale."

"I don't want to cause a fuss..."

"Don't be ridiculous, come inside." Severus insisted as he brought an arm around Harry's shoulders and drew him inside. "You're freezing! Where's your dressing gown?"

"I, uh, I must've forgotten to grab it; wasn't really thinking." Harry mumbled, allowing himself to be led further into Severus' rooms.

"Sev, who was it?" The familiar voice of Lucius drawled from the bedroom as the father and son entered the living room.

"It was, and still is, Haryon." Severus called back, gently guiding the teenager to the sofa and gently sitting him down on it.

"Haryon?" Came the surprised reply. Moments later, the blond man emerged from the bedroom wearing the second of the Potions Master's black dressing gowns. "What's happened?"

"I had a dream so I came for a potion; I never meant to disturb you both." Harry answered, bowing his head and staring down at his knees.

"You're not." Severus assured him as he ran his hand over his son's head. "I'll make you some tea." And with that, he moved over to the door which led into a very small kitchen there for the specific purpose of making tea Harry often thought.

As Severus left the room, Lucius came to sit beside Harry, managing to keep a sense of sophistication despite the fact he was wearing nothing more than a dressing gown. "What was your dream about?"

"Erm..." Harry hesitated, wondering how to describe it exactly. "I'm in a graveyard and someone, I never see who, casts the Killing curse on me."

""Never see"? You've had the dream before?"

"Once or twice." The teenager nodded wearily before turning to look at his godfather. "I really am sorry to disturb you, Uncle Lucius; if I had known you were here I would have just grinned and bared it."

"Neither your father nor I would want you to do that Haryon, not when we could so easily help you. The dream you had, do you think it was a vision?"

"I'm not sure...It could be..."

The blond man must have sensed the unsurity in his godson because he moved closer to the teenager and gently pulled him into an embrace. Harry allowed it to happen though he was rather surprised as it was very rare for Lucius to ever initiate a hug. He was just grateful for it at that moment though; it was calming and assured him that he was not alone in all of this.

With a sigh, he relaxed against his godfather, closing his eyes and soaking up the warmth the man was offering. He felt a kiss being placed on his hair-line and smiled, pleased that he had decided to take the risk to come down to his father's rooms.
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