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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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20th July 1995: Midday

Harry laughed heartily along with George at the whispered comment Fred had just made about the Muggle woman further up the train carriage from them who looked to be dozing off. The three boys were forced to stand as all the seats in the crowded compartment were taken and Harry had to hold onto George as there was no space for him to hold onto one of the poles or even the hand rails along the roof of the train. Beside them, sitting down as they had been quick enough to steal the seats when they had first got on the train, Hermione and Violet were chatting animatedly about something which he could not hear over the echoing, rushing sound caused by the rapid movement of the Muggle underground train they were riding into Central London. None of them really had a specific plan on what they were going to do but they had all felt the need to meet up and just spend some time together.

Since Hogwarts had ended for the summer, Harry and his father had been staying at Malfoy Manor because the wards and such were much stronger there than at their little cottage. And since they had arrived at the manor, not once had Harry been allowed past the wards. His entire family was paranoid that the moment he stepped past those wards, Voldemort would pop up and steal him away. So, the only contact Harry had had with his friends from school was letters and the occasional fire-call.

Then, a week previously, Hermione had asked if he wanted to get out of the manor and spend the day in and around Muggle London. Harry had immediately jumped at the chance and, after much negotiation with his family, he had finally been given permission to leave the manor without Severus, Lucius, or Draco going with him. It seemed to be the case that they understood that almost a month straight with just the three Slytherins for company was just a little too much for the Gryffindor to handle without going insane. So they had granted him that one day of freedom despite the fact that none of them had been particularly happy about it.

Once Harry had confirmed that he could go with Hermione, she proceeded to invite Fred and George and also Violet. Apparently, the two girls had actually become quite good friends during the last year at Hogwarts. Violet was no longer jealous of the attention Harry would pay to Hermione and at several times they had comforted each other when they were both scared or worried for him. The dark haired young man was glad of the friendship as he often worried that Hermione had no female friends.

"We'll need to stop in Diagon Alley." Harry remembered suddenly, making sure to speak directly in George's ear so he could be heard. "So that I can transfer the money from the Triwizard Tournament into your account."

"All right." George said with a nod before looking up to Fred. "Harry wants to do the money thing for Wizard Wheezes today."

"Sure thing."

"Have you told your mum about what you're planning yet?"

"No, not yet." George replied.

"You two do realise she's going to kill you when she finds out, don't you?"

"She'll get over it."

"And then when we have all the money in the world she'll wonder why she was ever angry."

A sudden tugging on his arm caught Harry's attention and he turned his head to see it was Violet trying to get his attention for Hermione's sake. "We're coming up to the station we need to get off at." She told him in a raised voice.

"All right." Harry nodded seconds before a chill ran right through him. He froze completely and spent a few seconds worrying before his vision turned back.

Figures. Dozens of black-cloaked figures were standing across the length of a pitch black tunnel, railway tracks separating some from the others. They all held their wands out, ready. A light began to shine on them, quickly getting brighter and soon a train came rushing into view, speeding towards the figures. Together, they all flicked their wands forward and the train came to an abrupt stop.

Harry gasped in horror as he came back into himself. Both of George's arms were around him now, holding him up. All his friends were calling to him desperately but he could not bring himself to speak. Those people he had seen, they were...

"Death Eaters..." He gasped seconds before the train around them jolted to a very sudden stop.

Practically everyone who was standing fell and those who were sitting were jolted violently. Harry, his balance being terrible in all situations anyway, went tumbling down instantly, dragging George down with him. A cry rose up as other people fell and the attention of everyone in the carriage was caught and they all began to look around themselves and talk all at once. However, when the lights flickered for a second before going off completely, people began to panic.

"What's happened?"

"Is something wrong, do you think?"

"Maybe it's a terrorist attack!"

"That's impossible." Hermione replied to that statement from the random Muggle. "The IRA haven't been active for three years now and they always give warnings beforehand."

"You have to get out of here!" Harry hissed desperately as he and the twins managed to get back onto their feet, making sure that no Muggles heard him. "There are Death Eaters outside, they're the ones who stopped the train."

"What do you mean "you"?" George demanded.

"We're not leaving you here on your own." Fred insisted.

"You have to! You both need to take Hermione and Violet and go. Alert the Aurors or something but you have to go now!"

"But..." George began to protest again.

"I'll be fine, I promise. They won't hurt me." Harry insisted just as there was a chorus of screams from somewhere in the distance, no doubt in another carriage. Harry turned to look at his two friends again and gave them a pleading look. "Please, I need to know I don't have to worry about you all."

The two Weasleys looked at Harry with an expression like a combination of horror and reluctant agreement. When more screams came, they seemed to eventually realise that if they were going to act, they had to act quickly. "We'll go straight to the Ministry." Fred told him.

"You won't be alone for long."

"Thanks guys."

Both red-haired young men simply nodded before grabbing hold of the two girls they were spending the day with. Before either girl could ask what they were doing or protest at leaving Harry on his own, they had been seized and had vanished with the twins with two, simultaneous cracks. That seemed to startle all the Muggles even more and many gave a surprised, slightly fearful cry at the sound. However, that fear was short lived, only to be replaced by an even greater degree of terror, when the door at the end of the compartment flew open so roughly that it swung back and slammed against the wall.

Harry wasted no time and immediately pulled his pendant over his head and held it out in front of himself. He breathed the command to release and the pendant grew to its full size quickly, the resulting light created by the magic completely terrifying the surrounding Muggles. Abruptly, as though tired of the near hysterical Muggles, the Death Eaters began to wave their wands in what appeared to be rather careless actions towards the innocent people and, in turn, the people relaxed and slumped where they were sitting. Harry desperately wished he could check whether all the people were all right or not but he felt that he could not drop his guard for even a moment or else the Death Eaters would be upon him. He was no fool, he knew that there was a very good chance that help would not come in time and he knew he could not hold his own against so many more advanced wizards and witches.

"Are you going to make this difficult?" One of the Death Eaters, a female one, who was furthest into the carriage asked in a rather bored tone.

"I'm not going to just let you pick me up and take me away if that's what you mean." Harry replied with a frown as he steadied his staff, ready to cast whatever spell he might need in an instant, whether it be to shield himself or to prevent the Death Eaters from getting any closer to him.

The Death Eater in question nodded her head as though that answer had been no great surprise before reaching down and grabbing a limp, Muggle girl, no older than six or seven, by the wrist and yanking her up from where she had been slumped in her seat. "Put down your staff and surrender or I'll kill the girl." The Death Eater threatened in a rather bored tone, holding the little girl up quite a way and pointing her wand straight at the child's temple.

Harry's eyes flickered from the masked face to the calm, neutral face of the unconscious girl. There was no real choice about it. With a sigh, Harry drew back in the power of his staff so that it shrunk back down to its pendant size. Instantly the Death Eaters were starting towards him, thankfully the little Muggle girl being dropped and forgotten just as quickly as she had been involved. Harry just managed to put the thin, silver chain over his head to rest around his neck before his upper arms were grabbed by two Death Eaters who then began to pull him forwards. He did not fight them, there was little point as he knew he was in no real danger from them or Voldemort, but he hoped to the Goddess that Aurors would soon arrive to help him.

As though his prayer had been answered, the crack of Apparation came several times over and cries of "Stupefy" the familiar flashes of red light began to come from outside. Harry's heart soared with new found hope. With a burst of strength, he managed to rip himself away from the two Death Eaters holding him and make a dash further up the carriage, away from the group of Voldemort's followers.

"I'm in here!" He called at the top of his voice as he quickly dodged to the side in order to escape a Stupefy which had been sent his way by one of the Death Eaters.

Moments later, several Aurors appeared in the carriage and then it was only seconds before a battle had begun and Harry crouched down as low as he could to try his best to avoid any stray spells which may accidently head his way. To his great relief, the fight did not last for very long and soon it was all over with five injured Aurors and dozens of arrested Death Eaters. Once it was over, just as Harry was beginning to think he had been forgotten about, he saw a familiar figure approach him from the side.

"Are you all right?" James Potter asked him as reached his side and offered a hand to help Harry up.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry assured him, accepting the offered hand. He looked around himself when he was back on his feet. "What will happen to all the Muggles?"

"They'll most likely be Obliviated or have their memories modified to think it was a terrorist attack by other Muggles." The man explained as he held out his arm. "Grab hold and I'll Apparate us out of here."

Harry hesitated a moment. Accepting Potter's hand to help him to his feet was one thing but to hold onto his arm and Apparate with him; he had only ever done that with Lucius or Severus. To do so with Potter, who was his biological father, felt like something of a betrayal. However, before he could reach a decision on the matter, his vision turned black as he had his second vision of the day. He was caught by Potter as he swayed dangerously but in seconds he was back into himself with frightened gasp:

"Father!"

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20th July 1995: Afternoon

Back and forth Harry paced restlessly across the room, from one wall to the other, his thumb raised to his lips and his teeth anxiously gnawing on the nail. Every few minutes or so his eyes would flicker towards the door to the room and, upon seeing nothing different, he would simply look back down to the floor. His mind was racing a mile a minute with a countless number of horrible scenarios, all the while waiting for someone to come and tell him what the hell was going on.

Malfoy Manor had been attacked. The moment with James Potter, he had seen it in a vision and he had seen his father fall. But then the sight had faded and he did not know what was happening now. All he knew was that Severus, Lucius, and Draco were somewhere in Saint Mungo's and that a doctor had told Harry to go to the family room while he went to find out what was happening. That had been half an hour ago and still the man had not returned; the nervous wait was doing the Gryffindor's blood-pressure absolutely no good at all.

When the door slowly opened inwards, Harry's eyes were on it in a second and he saw immediately a sight which made most of his worry fade in an instant: Draco; Lucius; Severus, all looking completely fine. Harry did not bother to even speak, he just ran up to them and threw himself into his father's arms. He was caught gladly by the man while he was asked: "Are you all right?" Obviously they had been told about what happened on the train.

"I'm fine, the Aurors got there just in time." Harry reassured his whole family before latching onto Draco and squeezing the life out of him, the embrace being returned with equal intensity. "What about you all?" He asked, drawing back enough to look at his family. "What happened exactly?"

"Death Eaters somehow managed to get past the wards surrounding the Manor." Lucius answered as he moved further into the room and sat down on one of the sofas pushed up against the left hand wall. "Luckily when the wards broke we were alerted otherwise we may not have escaped as safely as we did. We had just enough time to fire-call the Aurors before we had to start fighting."

Harry nodded at that before turning to his father who was going to sit beside his godfather. "I had a vision of it and saw you fall; what happened?"

"I was hit with a binding spell." Severus answered as he seated himself and Harry and Draco went to sit on the two-seat sofa next to the three-seater their fathers were sitting on. "That's why I was in that medical cubical for so long."

"What about you two?" Harry asked Lucius and Draco. "Were you injured?"

"I suffered a short bought of Cruciatus." Lucius answered as though it was nothing serious and merely a minor inconvenience.

"I've got bruised ribs." Draco spoke afterwards, taking Harry's hands and placing them over his stomach so that the other youth could feel the bandage surrounding his abdomen.

Harry frowned lightly at those words. "None of those were ever going to be fatal though."

"Their task wasn't to kill us." Severus replied. "They were merely supposed to retrieve us so that we would face the Dark Lord. Then, after a bit of torture, he would no doubt have killed us."

"Ugh, how can you be so...Normal about it all?"

"Years of doing it to other traitors desensitises you to it." Lucius answered coolly, making Harry want to flinch at the reminder of his father's and godfather's past. "And now that we have put your fears to rest, perhaps you would be so kind as to put ours to rest."

"Indeed." Severus agreed in a cold tone which told Harry instantly that the man was not happy. "We want to hear everything about what happened when the Death Eaters attacked the Muggle train you were on, and do not try and edit out the fact they almost succeeded in capturing you, an Auror has already informed us of that."

Harry shifted next to Draco uncomfortably, feeling the gazes of the three Slytherins fixed on him firmly; he was never going to allowed out of the manor again.

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23rd July 1995: Morning

Well, Harry had been wrong. He had been allowed to leave Malfoy Manor again. However, it was only because he was no longer living at Malfoy Manor. The moment he and his family had left Saint Mungo's they had moved into Hogwarts by invitation (or order) of Professor Dumbledore. Aurors had accompanied them while they gathered the belongings they would need most (clothes, other necessities, important items, etc) and then they entered through the wards of Hogwarts. Since that time, none of them had left the security of those wards.

Until that day.

Lucius and Severus were going on holiday; they were going away to have a break. Just the two of them, completely alone while Harry and Draco had to stay at Hogwarts. Harry was not amused to say the least. If anyone deserved a holiday he did. And to make it worse, the men would be gone for his birthday as well. His coming of age and neither his father or godfather would be there.

From where he sat on a window ledge, Harry had a good view of Severus and Lucius walking away from the school, heading for the wards surrounding the school's grounds. They carried trunks, no doubt full of their clothing and such and talked between themselves. The Gryffindor frowned at the sight, the argument he had had with the men still fresh in his mind. Upon finding out the plans of the men, he had told them exactly what he thought of their idea. They still had not really made up and that left Harry feeling even worse about everything.

Arms came around Harry's waist suddenly and a warm chest pressed against his back. The young man gave a light sigh as he leaned back against the source of comfort and closed his eyes. "I can't believe they've actually gone."

"You didn't say goodbye." Draco's voice stated gently. "They missed you but understood."

"If they really understood they wouldn't go. It's not just because they'll be gone over my birthday or that it's one rule for us and another for them, but they're in just as much danger from Voldemort as we are. They're putting themselves in so much danger, and for what? A few days alone to shag each other no doubt." It was not often he referred to such things in any context, let alone between Severus and Lucius, but he was annoyed and had no real care at that moment.

Draco said nothing to that, instead pressing a kiss to the head of dark hair and then bringing a hand up to gently rest on top of the spot he kissed. A short silence passed then before the blond finally did speak: "They're not going on holiday."

"What?"

"I can't say any more than that. But I can suggest that perhaps you should take a look in Sev's pensieves some time soon."

Harry turned in Draco's arms to look the blond in the face. The Veela was giving him a very pointed look as though to back up his idea. The slighter teenager gave another small frown but gave a small nod. "Alright."

Draco gave him an encouraging smile. "Everything will make a lot more sense when you have a look."

"Everything would make a lot more sense right now if you told me what in Merlin's name you're going on about."

"But that would be a lot less exciting wouldn't it?" The blond replied teasingly but there was something in his tone which did not quite make the teasing work. Harry brought his hand back to link his fingers with those of his mate's left hand and that seemed to be enough to break the Veela. "They made me take a Wizard's Oath."

"It's that serious..."

"Yeah, it's that serious."

Neither said anything more. They remained in their embrace but stared outside silently, leaving the other with their own thoughts.

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23rd July 1995: Evening

Conflicting emotions ran through Harry as he stood in front of his father's three pensieves. On the one hand, he desperately wished to know what was really going on, because something obviously was. However, he felt an acute amount of guilt over the fact he was basically spying on Severus and rummaging through the man's personal thoughts without permission. He knew he had to look though, if only because Draco had made it so clear that there were things happening that he did not know about but probably should.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped towards the pensieve to the left and lightly braced himself on the edges. Slowly, he leaned forward to look inside, eventually getting sucked into the memory held within.

3rd August 1987: Morning

"Lucius, surely you should be at home, resting." Severus said to the other man he was sitting beside in front of Dumbledore's desk in the Headmaster's office. The Headmaster himself was sitting behind the desk, straight ahead of them, and was busying himself with pouring them all some tea.

"I'm fine, Severus." Lucius assured his friend though the way he was sitting indicated clearly that he was in at least some amount of pain. "I have suffered under the Dark Lord's wand far worse before."

"That is hardly the point. And Draco is no doubt worried about you."

"Draco will be just fine until I return to the Manor; I have the house-elves keeping an eye on him." The aristocrat assured as he accepted the cup of tea Dumbledore handed to him.

Just then, the door to the office opened and High Priest Sephiran entered quietly. "What are you doing here?" Severus bit out darkly, sending a chilling glare in the Elf's direction.

"Headmaster Dumbledore requested my presence. He felt I would be better able to explain what it is that is happening with young Haryon." Sephiran told him coolly as he glided into the room gracefully, eventually taking the seat at the side of Dumbledore's desk.

"You know what's going on?"

Sephiran set another cool look on the man before turning his head to the side, as though he had no desire to look at Severus any longer, and spoke calmly: "In 1975 I had a vision and spoke a prophecy. Both myself and Headmaster Dumbledore believe that it is Haryon I spoke of."

"You mean to say you're basing all of this on dreams and fortune telling?" Lucius asked snidely, earning a glare from the Elvish man.

"Your Wizarding methods of Divination are nothing in comparison to Elvish practises let alone Havanist techniques."

Lucius was unimpressed by that statement and simply sneered at the high priest. "So we're just supposed to believe in you or do you have some sort of evidence to back this claim?"

"I have brought the prophecy with me." Sephiran answered as he pulled a scroll out of his bag and then held it out. Neither Severus or Lucius moved to retrieve it and after a few moments of still silence, the Elf gave a sigh and drew the scroll back towards himself. "I'll read it to you then, shall I?" He asked in a monotone as he unfurled the parchment in front of himself:

"As the Dark Lord's purpose reaches its end,

A child of twin soul shall fall at his feet.

Abandoned in the past,

And a Seer of the future and present.

Abatement of the Lord's power if the child remains Light,

Abnegation of all the child has known if seduced by the Lord,

Abolition of the child will serve only the Light.

As the Dark Lord's purpose reaches its end,

A child of twin soul shall fall at his feet."

The silence came again as the prophecy ended, no one in the room speaking, none really knowing what to say. Then, eventually, the silence was broken by the blond aristocrat. "And you believe it's because of this...Poem," Lucius said with distaste clear in his tone. "That the Dark Lord has set his sights on Haryon?"

"We have reason to believe that Voldemort is aware of this prophecy." Dumbledore told the two Slytherins. "Even if it is not a true prophecy, it may still be enough to provoke the Dark Lord into action in order to prevent it coming to pass."

"And you?" Lucius asked Sephiran. "You believe that this prophecy will come true?"

"I have no doubt about it. Why do you think Haryon was accepted into Saint Gwenifwar's? I assure you we are not in the habit of accepting non-Elvish students. However, upon Headmaster Dumbledore's recommendation and upon meeting Haryon for the first time, I recognised him for who he is. I have no doubt he is the one the prophecy speaks of."

"So what do we do now?" Severus asked, finally speaking up again. "Haryon and I cannot stay in Hogwarts forever."

"I'm afraid we will have to wait and see how things play out." Dumbledore told them all sadly. "We don't know how things are going to happen exactly and so we cannot prepare for them. However, at least we can be safe in the knowledge that Harry is in no mortal danger from Voldemort. As the prophecy states, merely killing him will aid only the Light."

"I don't like this." Severus basically grumbled, glaring off to the side.

"I do not believe any of us do." Sephiran replied to that. "But, for the moment, there is nothing we can do to change things and so we must live with them."

4th June 1992: Early Morning

"You knew this was going to happen!" Severus accused Dumbledore darkly as he stood right in front of the man's desk. Behind him, Lucius sat on a chair, watching the interaction with interest. "You knew the Dark Lord was here and you knew that eventually my son was going to meet with him!"

"Severus, please," Dumbledore tried to soften the man. "We know that Harry would never be in any danger from..."

"If he wasn't in danger then why is he currently lying unconscious in my bed with that bloody Elf practically cooing over him?"

"Please sit down, Severus."

Before Severus could reply to that, the door to the office opened, catching all their attention. The three men turned their heads and looked to see Sephiran quietly enter the room. Upon noticing the attention he had attracted, he gave a small bow of his head. "Please excuse my interruption."

"How is my son?" Severus bit out, obviously putting a lot of effort into being civil.

"Haryon used a lot of energy in the exorcism and will need at least a few days to recover. He'll sleep for most of the time, if not all of the time." The Elvish man answered as he moved into the room and took one of the seats at the side. "He will make a complete recovery though, of that I can assure you so you need not worry so."

"I shall be the judge of how much or how little I worry about my son." Severus grunted as he took his seat next to Lucius finally.

"I think," Dumbledore began to speak then. "That it is time we tell Harry exactly what is happening."

"What?" Severus practically yelled.

"Severus, be reasonable, this is the beginning of something." The elderly wizard told the dark haired man. "Voldemort will not just go away now and Harry needs to be prepared for the day that he faces him..."

"What?" It was Sephiran's turn to cry out in surprised horror this time, though it did not sound quite so harsh as Severus's had been. "You cannot expect Haryon to face Voldemort in combat! He is a Havanist Priest, he is a pacifist! For him to defend himself when attacked is one thing but for him to go to someone with the sole intent of killing them, we cannot ask him to do that!"

"I agree." Lucius said, moving his eyes from the Elf to Dumbledore. "Haryon is a child and even when he is a man we cannot expect him to do such a thing. The prophecy says nothing about Haryon having to do anything, it merely states that the Light will prevail if he does not go over to the Dark or dies. Everything which needs to be done can be done between us, surely?"

"There is no surely about it. My son will not be involved in this." Severus moved his eyes onto Dumbledore and gave the elderly man a penetrating stare. "Any of this."

"I think a Wizard's Oath is in order." Lucius suggested in a manner which made it sound more like an order. "All four of us will take one to swear that none of us, no matter what, will speak a word of this matter to Haryon."

"I am willing to do that." Sephiran said with an inclination of his head.

"Dumbledore?" Lucius said with a raised eyebrow.

Dumbledore gave a sigh at that. "Very well." He conceded somewhat reluctantly.

27th August 1993: Morning

"Haryon gave this to me last night." Severus told Dumbledore as he placed the wand from the antiques shop onto the Headmaster's desk. "He told me he had a vision of the Dark Lord and a woman with this wand moments before he saw it in a shop window."

"I see." Dumbledore murmured as he took hold of the wand and pulled it over to look at.

"He also said that in the vision he saw a red cloud from the Dark Lord's mouth being absorbed into it." Severus added and to that Dumbledore remained silent. After a few moments, the Potions Master spoke again: "It's a Horcrux." It was a question though he said it as a statement.

"Yes, I believe it is. Ravenclaw's wand."

"I'll have another batch of the suitable potion ready as soon as possible then." Severus said seriously before turning without further word and leaving the room and Dumbledore behind.

31st July 1994: Midday

Severus stood by the open window in the kitchen of their cottage home, an owl sitting patiently just in front of him on the counter while he opened the letter it had delivered. Quickly and with little care, he pulled out the parchment inside, unfolded it and began to read.

"The envelope, indeed, contained a Horcrux. Your presence is required at Hogwarts immediately."

Severus glanced over his shoulder to look at where Harry was in the living room, sitting in front of the fire and talking with Fred and George. With a sigh, he looked back down at the letter in his hand before tearing it into several pieces and then set them ablaze with a flick of his wand. Then, he turned and left the kitchen to tell his son that he needed to go and see Dumbledore.

31st October 1994: Night

"Why has this happened?" Draco demanded angrily, glaring at his father and godfather. "I know you both know what's going on and you're going to tell me right now."

"Draco..."

"No Father, I don't care what you think or what law says, Harry is my mate and I have a right to know what is happening!" He paused and got no response from either man. "You want me to find out on my own? Because I will. No matter what I have to do I will find out what's happening eventually."

Lucius gave a small sigh and turned to look at the dark haired man beside him. "Severus, I think he should know. He could help keep Haryon occupied on certain occasions."

Severus's eyes flickered from Lucius to the Luna Veela standing in front of them and then back to Lucius. A long moment of silence passed as he obviously thought things over. Then, eventually, a reluctant expression crossed his face as he turned back to look at Draco one last time. "You will be required to take a Wizard's Oath to prevent you telling any of this to Haryon."

"Fine."

"Very well. To understand what is happening presently, you must be made aware of past events..."

Harry appeared back in his father's room in a rush, staggering a few paces back from the pensieve with the remaining momentum of his exit. When he finally stopped himself, he did not move anymore and just stared at the pensieve, his mind working through all the information he had just been given.

A prophecy. That was the reason his life had turned out the way it had. A prophecy spoken by High Priest Sephiran who they all assumed was talking about Harry. And everyone knew about it: Severus; Lucius; Dumbledore; Sephiran; even Draco. They all knew and no one had told him. He understood that it was to protect him and on some level he appreciated that. He was also aware that to feel offended with his exclusion was rather hypocritical as he had kept serious things from his family more than once, but that meant nothing to him really, it did not stop the anger and frustration he felt bubbling up inside himself.

And Voldemort had Horcruxes. He knew what they were and he knew what they did. Knowing of their existence made past events make a lot more sense. And at least two had been destroyed; the wand he had been given the summer before his fifth year and the one which was in the envelope he had received on his sixteenth birthday. He got the impression from the memory that the adults in his life had been searching for the Horcruxes even before Ravenclaw's wand so was it possible that there were others that had been destroyed? And just how many were there originally anyway?

But all those questions aside, the main point was that now Harry knew. He knew why the things which were happening were happening. And with that new knowledge came an acute sense of responsibility. His family had been protecting him from something so dangerous for so long when he should have been the one protecting himself and them. He was the one who had the advantage of seeing things before they happened, he was the one who was in the best position to get close enough to Voldemort to finally get rid of him, he was the one who seemed to find Horcruxes as easily as anything.

And that train of thought led him onto a natural conclusion; he would start to take on more of the responsibility for himself. He would start to search for the remaining Horcruxes, he would start to plan for confronting Voldemort and he would do it alone. His family would never let him get involved and so he would do it alone. They kept secrets to protect him and he would do the same for them. He would protect them from his Fate because it was his and his alone.
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