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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Returning to Darkness
Abigail Abbott took her job very seriously. She knew that her blond, blue-eyed appearance and overly cheerful demeanor often had others underestimating her, but she wasn’t Head of the Department of Magical Child Services for nothing. Therefore, when she received an anonymous tip that little Harry Potter had living relatives unbeknownst to the Ministry, she had decided to investigate. The note had fortunately supplied the address, so she had immediately traveled to Little Whinging, Surrey. What she had discovered was that Lily Potter’s elder sister was very much alive and well instead of deceased as was reported by the Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore.
“No living blood relatives,” he’d said.
Abigail wondered what he hoped to gain by lying. She couldn’t imagine Dumbledore having nefarious intentions. Perhaps it was someone under him who had given him the false information? It would be easy to suspect the Malfoys. There were always rumors circulating around Lucius, but it really didn’t matter who had charge of Harry as their son was bonded to him. They would be connected to the famous child regardless.
Was it the Tonks? They were unknown in most circles - stayed out of politics and the more affluent social circles - but maybe Mrs. Tonks wanted to change that? She was originally a Black and their reputation for madness was infamous. Then again, from what she could tell, the Dursleys were completely Muggle. Perhaps Lord Malfoy took exception to the idea of his son spending time in a Muggle’s care and arranged it so that Draco would stay within the family, so to speak.
It definitely warranted further investigation by those more skilled in that area than she. First and foremost, she needed to reunite Harry with his relatives. Mrs. Dursley had been a pleasant woman when Abigail had visited and had been overjoyed to hear that her missing nephew and ward had been discovered. Abigail still remembered the way the poor woman had paled and seemed about ready to faint when she’d informed her that she was there regarding Harry Potter. She must have feared the worst, after all these years with no word. It was unconscionable!
…
They had just returned back from their weekend in Paris. The boys were putting away their new things while Narcissa waited for them in the sunroom catching up on her mail. One particular letter stood out. It was from Andromeda.
Dear Narcissa,
I want to begin with a sincere apology for my belated letter. I have been recovering from an illness and needed the time to consider the events that have transpired. First, I want to celebrate Draco’s first display of accidental magic. It is always a joyous occasion to witness the demonstration of a child’s magic, and I am deeply regretful that such a momentous moment was initiated by something less than desirable.
On the Thursday before the children returned to your care, I happened to walk in on Harry in Dora’s ballgown. I was taken very much by surprise. I reacted with fear and physically removed him from the dress. Draco saw my action as threatening. Expectedly, considering his past, he reacted with extreme prejudice and bit me in an attempt to force me to release Harry. His magic also reacted and caused some type of magical flu. It is only now that I am fully recovered. No potion or treatment helped my symptoms whilst I was ill.
I wish this was all I had to report, but, Narcissa, upon their leaving, I attempted to reconcile with Draco. I explained our experience that summer with Reggie and apologized for grabbing Harry. Draco was unimpressed and proceeded to inform me that Harry was not playing as we once were so innocently that day. He announced Harry had purposefully put on the dress and had particularly enjoyed it. He further told me that he and Harry possess romantic feelings for each other.
I know you are shocked by this information, sister. I was equally shocked. I hasten to remind you that the boys were sexually assaulted by men, and they may now believe that is normal in spite of the trauma it has caused. I believe with the help of a Mind Healer or even Muggle therapy, they can be healed of this perverse idea. I, of course, pledge to support you and the boys in whatever way is necessary.
Sincerely,
Andromeda
Narcissa sighed. She wondered how her sister could be so blind to what Draco and Harry were to each other. The sexual aspect of their relationship was merely a side effect of the Dominus et delicae bond. Narcissa couldn’t allow Andromeda to continue in her ignorance. Draco would not tolerate Andromeda’s attitude. However, changing her sister’s perspective was a daunting and depressing task. Andromeda was forever headstrong and unmovable when she felt she was right, thus her abandonment of her family and all she was taught because she refused to see reason regarding her less than acceptable mate.
“Lady, Mrs. Abbott is here,” Lottie announced, appearing next to her with a soft pop. “Master be asking for your presence in the sitting room.”
Sighing, Narcissa rose. She would be happy the day the Ministry was no longer involved with the boys.
…
Lucius stood next to the small sitting room fireplace watching their guest. Abigail sat on a couch facing the doorway. Her smile was brighter than ever, and Lucius had to consciously keep his expression pleasant to hide his instinctual suspicion.
“It’s a lovely day,” she said banally, blue eyes sparkling.
Smiling politely, he agreed. “It is indeed. Particularly so since you come bearing good news.”
She dropped him a wink, refusing to divulge the reason for her visit.
Narcissa entered the room. She looked beautiful in a simple blue summer dress that was almost the same shade as her eyes. Lucius gave her a cool smile and offered his hand in greeting. She took it briefly before sitting gracefully in the nearest armchair cater-corner to Abigail’s position.
“Mrs. Abbott, what a pleasant surprise. Is this one of your unscheduled home visits?” she asked pleasantly. “You are, of course, always welcome.”
“Good afternoon, Lady Malfoy,” Abigail answered brightly. “I am actually here regarding another matter, but let us wait for the boys to arrive before I deliver my news.”
Narcissa didn’t have time to probe; the boys had arrived.
“Draco! Harry! It is good to see you again. You look well,” Abigail greeted them and stretched her hands out to them in welcome. “Come sit with me.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Abbott,” Harry said softly, with a shy wave.
Holding Harry’s hand, Draco led them over to the couch, purposefully staying out of the woman’s reach. “What’s happened?” he asked curiously once they were seated.
Her grin grew almost blinding and her attention shifted to Harry, putting Draco on edge. “Harry, sweetie, we found your family. They’re alive and well and very happy to have you back.”
Before Draco could react, Harry said - anxiously - green eyes wide behind his glasses, “I belong to Draco.”
Draco’s heart thundered in his chest. Harry’s family? The ones who had taught Harry that his name was Freak? Cold rage stirred in his center.
“Don’t worry. Draco will be going with you,” Abigail told them happily, completely ignorant to the storm brewing. Her attention shifted to the stunned Malfoys. “It is happy news, but that does mean your contract with Mrs. Tonks is void. You will have to draw up a new one with the Dursleys at their earliest convince.”
At the D-word, Harry exploded. “NO!” he screamed, jumping from the couch. His hands were fisted at his sides; his whole body shook. He wasn’t facing anyone in particular, he just screamed his denial to the world - terror protective horror - “NOO!”
Draco leapt off the couch and practically tackled his boy, brining Harry to his knees and holding onto him tight. * Harry, it’s okay! We’re not going anywhere! * As soon as Harry was calm, he’d make sure of it.
Abigail sat stunned, eyes wide, her smile finally gone. She stared at the boys cowering on the floor in horror as Harry continued to howl, his edges gaining a soft black appearance. Was that black fog? Smoke? What was happening?
Narcissa dropped to her knees beside the children, wrapping them in her arms and murmuring to them too low for the others to hear.
Lucius came off the wall and planted himself in front of their enemy. “Mrs. Abbott, Harry will not be returning to those people. In fact, I would like to ask you why you felt returning Harry to a family who had ‘misplaced’ him without thorough investigation was a tenable idea.”
“I personally…” she began.
“Be careful what you admit, madam,” Lucius said dangerously, leaning forward on the cane he held centered in front of him. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Abigail stood mechanically and followed Lucius from the room. As the sounds Harry made grew fainter, she was able to think clearly once more. “I will be ordering an extensive investigation into the Dursleys, Mr. Malfoy. However, they are Muggles and so our methods are limited. In cases such as these, it is usually required for a Ministry Legilimens to review the magical child’s memory. Please be prepared for that eventuality. If guilt is discovered beyond reasonable doubt, the Ministry will arrange for their conviction and detainment in a Muggle prison.”
Lucius offered her a predatory smile. “Until this matter is concluded, I’m going to have to ask you to go through my lawyers.”
“I understand,” Abbott said softly. She gave a bow and flooed directly to the Ministry and her department. She had work to do.
With a flex of will, Lucius closed the wards around the manor, disabling the floo network. By the time he returned to the sitting room, everyone was off the floor. Harry was sandwiched between Draco and Narcissa, his messy head of black hair resting on Draco’s shoulder. He looked exhausted but calm. Draco, on the other hand, looked absolutely furious, as if he were barely managing to rein it in.
Meeting Draco’s glare, Lucius informed him, “The manor has been sealed behind our wards. No one will be able to floo in or out or approach within a half-mile in either direction. From this point on, the Department of Magical Child Services will have to go through our lawyers before speaking with us and a more thorough investigation will be held regarding the Muggles. It is likely Harry’s memories will be demanded by the courts. However, he will never be returning there. That I promise you.”
Draco nodded his head in understanding, his hold on Harry tightening. “I want Severus to look at the memories. No one else.”
“I will make it happen,” Lucius promised. He stepped close enough to gently place his hand on Harry’s hand. He moved slowly, waiting for Draco to protest, but his son merely watched with unblinking silver eyes. “We will protect you, Harry. You are a Malfoy and we take care of our own. You are safe here.”
- shame guilt - Green eyes looked up at him tearfully. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“Sorry?” Lucius asked, tilting his head curiously.
It was reminiscent of the way Draco held his head in more unguarded moments of curiosity and Harry began to cry. “I didn’t trust Draco to protect me. Didn’t trust you.”
Lucius’s hand tightened in Harry’s hair, but he quickly released his grip when Draco’s eyes narrowed and he revealed his teeth in a dangerous grin. Instead he knelt so he could look more easily into Harry’s eyes. “You did exactly right, Harry,” he told him fiercely. “You protected Draco. That is never the wrong thing to do.” Touching the boy’s chin, forcing those green eyes to meet his own, he said, “Thank you.”
Harry’s eyes widened, knowing how Lucius felt about those two words. He smiled, lips trembling and face damp with tears, and reached forward to wrap his thin arms around Lucius’s neck in a brief hug. After a quick second, he turned and buried his face against Draco’s chest.
Draco pet his boy’s hair, eyes a cold silver. “I’m taking him to bed. I’ll meet you in your study in an hour. We need to talk about what’s going to happen.”
Lucius nodded and stood, saying nothing as the boys climbed off the couch and made their way out of the room, still wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. When the boys were out of sight, Narcissa went into her husband’s arms. She tilted her head back and, when his lips touched hers, she kissed him with all the heat and passion in her soul.
They parted, Narcissa’s hair tumbling down her back as Lucius’s hands slipped free of the coils, lips swollen and red-cheeked. Still no words passed between them. Then she turned and walked from the room. Lucius watched her go, feeling tight and hot in all the best places and knew she’d be in their bed tonight.
Determined, Lucius made his way to his office. Severus must be informed that he may be needed soon, and then he needed to contact Dumbledore. How had the Head of the Department of Magical Child Services gotten ahold of Harry’s old address? Lucius had used every channel he had and still had come up empty. Not even Severus had told him the location of the disgusting Muggle pigs. So how had Abigail Abbott known?
…
Dumbledore rose swiftly from his desk as Severus strode in, robes flaring around him. He knew something of great importance must have happened for Severus to have left in the middle of teaching class. Before the man could speak, however, an eagle owl of great speed and weight swooped in, dropped a letter on his desk, and flew away.
“I believe it is from Lucius,” Severus informed him dryly.
Dumbledore opened the letter. Frowning deeply, he came around the desk and grabbed some floo powder. Calling an address, he stepped through only to arrive into the living room of Mrs. Figg a moment later, startling several cats.
Mrs. Figg blinked owlishly at her visitor from her spot on the couch, holding a cup of tea. “Dumbledore?”
“Did you speak to anyone regarding Harry’s former residence?” he demanded, Lucius’s letter clutched in his fist.
“Sir…?” Mrs. Figg looked rather shocked.
“Forgive my intrusion,” Dumbledore said more calmly. “I’ve had some news that Harry’s address was given to Child Services. Did you speak to anyone about Harry’s former residence, madam? Anyone at all?”
“No,” she stated with certainty. “I am not a very social person, as you well know.”
“Thank you, my dear.” Dumbledore gave her a twinkling smile and stepped back through the floo.
Severus was waiting for him with crossed arms and a scowl. “Well?”
Dumbledore shook his head. “No.” He stroked his beard. “That only leaves one person who could have divulged the Dursley’s address.”
Severus’s glare grew worse. “Why do you insist on trusting him?”
Dumbledore looked gravely over his glasses. “Hadgrid is a very devoted soul.”
“He’s incompetent at best,” Severus snapped back.
The old wizard went back to his desk and sat down, petting his long beard in thought. “We cannot undo what has been done.” He looked curiously up at his former student. “What did your letter say?”
“Lucius wants me to perform Potter’s memory extraction.” Severus began to pace fretfully. “I do not want my ability with the Mind Arts to be advertised to the Ministry.”
“I would trust no one else with young Harry’s memories,” Dumbledore countered solemnly. “Do not worry. I’m certain Lucius will be able to formulate a plan to keep your involvement secret.”
Severus scowled. “And what will you tell him?”
“I will tell him the same thing I will tell the Ministry. That I did not say Harry had no living relatives. I merely stated that he had no remaining living relatives. As in, no remaining relatives who were fit to act as guardians, which was nothing but the truth. I will further explain that while I had suspicions regarding the perpetrators of Harry’s disappearance, I had no proof and could not request an investigation because I had sworn to protect the Durlsey’s location for fear of Death Eater attack.”
Severus sneered in disgust. “You have everything figured out.”
Dumbledore stared over his half-moon glasses, a cold warning in his eyes. “For now, I will inform the students you are sick. Handle things with the Malfoys and Harry. I expect you back in class by Wednesday.”
Severus spun and stormed from the room, leaving his old mentor behind.
…
For the last three hours, Auror Shacklebolt had cast Tracking charms and Proximity wards in the Dursley house and yard. He did this while under a strong Notice-Me-Not charm so that the neighbors would not raise an alarm. It wouldn’t have been necessary, except no one had been home to answer his pointed questions. This honestly hadn’t surprise him. After viewing Head Abbott’s memory in a pensieve, he had interpreted Mrs. Dursley’s nearly fainting in a different way - not as a fearful mother, but as the fear of a criminal about to be caught.
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Lucius and Draco had talked for hours. Lucius had explained how the justice system worked in the Wizarding world. More specifically, he had detailed each step the case that had been opened regarding Harry and the Dursleys would go through. Brief notes from Lucius’s sources had arrived regularly with updates from the Auror department as well as the Child Service department. Lucius had even contacted one of the Ministry Legilimens who owed him a debt, one Margaret Bellmouth, and had claimed his price as her compliance with their deception.
The plan was for Severus to extract only those memories deemed necessary to win the case against the Dursleys. He would then place those memories in a vial that Harry would carry. Lucius would request Bellmouth as Harry’s Legilimens, and Harry would then pass them off to Bellmouth when she “examined” him. She would then submit those select memories as the entirety of what she could find in Harry’s mind regarding the abuse he had suffered.
“What did you do that she’d lie for you like this?” Draco had asked.
“Abortions are illegal in the Wizarding world,” Lucius had answered, smiling a cold smile. “I merely helped her get what she needed so that her future wasn’t ruined.”
Severus had arrived then, knocking on the front door after having walked half-a-mile to the manor. Narcissa and Lucius had greeted him, but soon led him to Lucius’s study where the boys were waiting.
Draco sat in his customary armchair in front of Lucius’s desk. Severus crossed the room and sat facing him, his expression blank with his hair hanging lank and oily around his face. Neither of them said anything, simply watching each other guardedly.
“Good evening, Mr. Snape,” Harry offered politely.
He sat between Draco’s legs, the blond holding him tightly to his chest, Draco’s other hand gripping his hair, a reassuring weight. His head was tilted back, resting comfortably on the larger boy’s shoulder. Each of Draco’s slow exhales brushed his cheek, warm and soft. He still felt - guilty - for not trusting in Draco’s protection, so he was - anxious - to do this right. He stared up at the vampire-like man, his eyes wide and yet determined.
Severus struggled to meet that all too familiar green gaze. “This shouldn’t take more than an hour. What seems like hours within the mind passes as minutes in reality.”
“Everything’s going to be okay, Harry,” Draco murmured softly, his voice right by Harry’s ear and vibrating through his Draco’s chest against Harry’s back. His eyes never left Snape as he spoke.
“I’ll be good,” Harry promised, never looking away from the man’s dark, black eyes. He’d been told Severus would need eye contact to do the spell right.
Severus, his chest feeling tight, watched as Draco lifted the hand he had pressed to Harry’s chest and slipped the boy’s glasses off his face. Harry blinked a few times, his eyes clearly out of focus but never once leaving Severus’s own. It made Harry’s eyes seem brighter and more vulnerable. Severus shifted uncomfortably.
“Good boy,” Draco whispered, tone sensual. Sliding the glasses on Lucius’s desk, he returned his hand to Harry’s chest, right above his heartbeat. “Okay, Snape. He’s ready.”
Severus nodded and cast, “Legilimens!”
Immediately, he was bombarded with a thousand booming slams of a small door followed by suffocating darkness. Pushed, stumbling, crawling, kicked, walking, running - a thousand repetitions - through a doorway that signified both comfort and torment. Then the final boom and darkness. Again. And again. And again.
The desire for light, rivaled only by thirst and hunger hit Severus next. Hundreds of moments with his face to the floor, pressing as close as he could to the sliver of light at the bottom of the door. Scratching at the floor, walls, door until his nails splintered and bled. Learning to cry silently, terrified of bothering people - people who lived outside the darkness. The accumulated hours spent with his forearm pressed deep into his mouth, trying desperately to muffle the sobs and screams he couldn’t contain anymore.
And the hunger… The thirst… nearly to the point of death… It went way past physical agony. The additional, subtler torment of forever itchy, sore, bug-bitten skin. All of this underscored by the constant aching desire that consumed the boy’s days… to be good, wanted, loved, full, clean. To be outside the darkness, to be able to be with people in the light. An eternal wanting paired with unrelenting self-hate. Hatred of his own filthy skin, of his existence that continued to burden others no matter how hard he tried.
Severus had no idea how long he’d been lost in the dark abyss filled with overwhelming impressions of Harry’s childhood. He was able to just barely pull back enough to stand on bleak, snow-covered ice amid the white nothingness of Harry’s mind.
Shivering, cold to the soul, Severus bit his lip, trying not to weep. He had to move. He had to push through this barrier for surely Harry’s mind was more than this! Panting, half-sobbing, Severus put one foot in front of the other. Slowly, the sky deepened and darkened to a beautiful blue and pretty sparkling snowflakes filled the air. Sleek, silver chains glinted in the light, crisscrossing over the top of the ice, creating a strange but stable foundation for soft snow to settle on. The powdered snow cushioned every step and buffered the painful cold coming off the ice.
It wasn’t much, but those few things made all the difference, turning the barren landscape into something beautiful and peaceful. It gave Severus space to get his breath back and remember his purpose. He needed specific memories of the Dursleys. Impressions wouldn’t be good enough for the Ministry. Bracing himself, he crouched and smoothly pressed his hands through the bitting cold of the ice to touch the poisoned obsidian waters underneath.
…
Draco waited, focusing intently on the bond. The bleak, black emotions that hid in the depths of Harry’s heart stirred slowly to life. They began to fill Draco’s chest and mind to the point where he had to distance himself from the bond so he wasn’t pulled under. Sweating, clutching Harry tightly enough to cause pain, he lifted his head to see Snape was crying. Face pale as a ghost, Snape stared blindly forward, tears drenching his face. Every few seconds, his body would be wracked with a shiver as if he were freezing cold.
The clock showed it had been more than an hour. Surely Snape had what he needed? The shadows of the room had grown darker and seemed to be creeping toward them. Draco had had enough. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. Clearing his voice, he tried again.
“Snape.” There was no response. “Snape!” Draco saw the man’s eyelids flicker. Gathering all the air he could into his lungs, he bellowed furiously, “SNAPE!”
Severus blinked, the connection breaking between him and Harry, and curled over his knees with a moan. He winced and covered his ears as an anguished scream began to build in Harry’s chest, but before it could escalate, it cut off.
It took several minutes before Severus felt strong enough to lift his head. When he did, he saw Draco on his knees on the chair. Harry was still sitting between his thighs. His arms were crossed over his body, Draco holding onto each wrist and pulling the boy’s arms tight. As he watched, Draco bent forward, forcing Harry’s body to do the same and putting more pressure on the boy’s shoulders.
Harry looked wild. His pupils were blown and he was breathing hard and fast with tears streaking his face. Every few minutes he’d shake his head as if in denial or refusal. Draco said nothing that Severus could see, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes.
* You’re here with me. You aren’t there anymore. You aren’t Freak, * Draco said into his boy’s mind.
- hatred fear disgust unworthiness guilt - Harry gasped and panted in Draco’s punishing hold. He tried to think, tried to remember like Draco wanted, but the darkness wouldn’t go back where it came from. He wanted to howl and scream and get away from Draco before he got him dirty! - fear NEED self-hate -
* You’re mine. You take care of me and heal me. I need you, Harry. All you have to do is love me. I got the rest, remember? *
Harry began to cry, low sobs that grew in volume until he was wailing and about to be sick.
Draco looked up and caught Snape’s eyes, desperate. “Put him out. Please make him sleep.”
Still shaken, Severus managed to pull his wand and cast a Stupefy. Harry immediately slumped over. Draco called for their house elf and had the creature take Harry to bed. That left Severus and Draco, panting and sweat-soaked, staring at each other.
“What did you see?” Draco asked, hoarse.
“Too much,” Severus answered without thinking. He covered his face with a shaking hand. “They truly hated him. Imagine living with a walking, talking maggot-filled corpse. Imagine the aversion you’d feel. How disgusting it would be. That’s how they treated him. They locked him away most of the time. When he did come out, they refused to touch him, and if they did, they’d have to scrub their skin raw afterwards. Harry tried so hard to be good, but it was literally impossible. It didn’t matter what he did, they would always hate him. Worse, he hated himself.” Tears burned his cheeks as they fell anew. “Merlin, how he hated himself.”
“Still does sometimes,” Draco admitted, exhausted to the bone. He found the strength from somewhere to climb off the chair and stand next to Snape’s. He put a reassuring hand on the man’s arm. “But he’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“I know.” Severus dropped his hand, too numb to be ashamed of his tears. He looked into the eyes of the little boy in front of him. “I had to see if he was okay. If there was hope. I looked for memories of you.”
Draco met his gaze. “And?”
“He’s not under the spell Lily was under. He wasn’t altered by magic. He genuinely loves you because you were the first person to reach out to him, to touch him and make him feel like a person. Made him think it was okay to step out into the light.” Severus wanted the child to understand, to know how important he was to Harry. “Somehow you managed to make him feel new.”
Draco reached forward and stroked the man’s hair. “Shhh. It’s okay. It’s over now. Harry’s never going back. This was the last time. I’m going to make sure he never goes back to the darkness.”
Severus reached out and grabbed the boy’s shoulder. “You could destroy him utterly. Please be careful, Draco.”
Draco didn’t answer, just stared back at him with that unsettling direct stare he had. Severus closed his eyes and let his hand fall. For several minutes he simply breathed, trying to force his emotions under control. As Draco continued to gently pet his hair, he slowly brought his Occlumency barriers back in place. Draco dropped his hand and stepped back to give him room, sensing the shift.
Not meeting the child’s piercing gaze, Severus lifted his wand. He concentrated and pulled several glowing white strands from his head. Pulling a vial from his pocket, he let them drop inside one at a time before corking the vial. He gave it to Draco.
“This is several memories of them shutting him into a small space. Likely a closet of some kind. They include his feelings of hunger and misery. It will be enough for the case. I chose times where Harry was in a relatively more stable emotional state. The depths of his darkness will remain secret.”
“Thank you,” Draco said softly, accepting the vial.
Severus gave him a nod and strode from the room.
Draco sighed, wondering how long this understanding would last between them. Not wanting to waste any more time and not wanting to explain himself to Lucius or Narcissa, he called for Dobby.
The little elf arrived looking as eager to please as ever. “Yes, Master?”
“Take me to my room please,” Draco asked.
“Yes, Master!”
With a snap, Draco was in their bedroom, staring at Harry sleeping on the bed. Draco shed his clothes and crawled up next to his boy. He carefully took the boy’s clothes off one piece at a time. Eventually they were both naked. Skin to skin, he curled protectively around the smaller boy under the covers. Draco pressed his face into Harry’s messy black hair, but he didn’t sleep. He rested, but he wanted to be aware the moment Harry woke.
“It’s alright, Harry. I’ll take care of ya,” he whispered, holding his boy tight.
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