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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Notes~ Thank you for everyone’s reviews, you are the greatest. I do have a favor to ask everyone; so anyone who has been following up to this point, please tell me if you feel the story is moving too slow or is lagging in spots. Maybe I have forgotten a plot hole I didn’t catch when I edited before. Sometimes it is hard to see your own mistakes, when you are as close I am with this. And of course thank you so much to all my readers, I wouldn’t have gotten to this point without you; take care and enjoy :)

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Chapter 54

Harry followed Tom, with Draco behind him, at some points his mate was trying to steer him in another direction, but this was something that had to be done now. It couldn’t wait, the next time he would have a chance to talk with Tom about his methods would not be till summer. And who knew how much damage Tom’s actions could cause. He followed Tom, until the Dark Lord went into his chambers; with determined steps he just made it in time before the door could be shut in his face. Pushing the door open he walked in with Draco still following him. At least he could handle both problems tonight; if Draco was so set on making sure he stayed by my side.

“Tom…You cannot torture someone just because you feel like it…” He met the red eyes that he used to fear, showing Tom how angry he was at the situation. “Pansy is just a little girl who doesn’t know any different…Why would you even attempt it?”

“You told me that you knew what happened in those meetings…” Tom said, reaching the same level of anger he felt.

“Just because I know what happens does not mean I am going to condone those actions now that I am a part of it…” He stalked forward, coming closer to Tom, standing straighter; saying through his clinched teeth. “I will not have you torturing anybody in my name…” He looked at Draco, making sure his mate knew he was part of the problem. “I know that you have as well… This is going to stop…” He lowered his voice, dipping with the anguish he was feeling at the moment. “How many people have been tortured?”

“I don’t think this matter, is any concern of yours…”

How was he supposed to build trust between them and the Wizarding World if Tom couldn’t see what he was doing was wrong? “If you will not tell me then I will find out for myself…” Harry turned and left Tom’s chambers, racing towards the dungeons. He could hear Draco racing after him, and further behind the blond was the controlled steps of Tom. It didn’t matter what they wanted, they could not stop him from finding out the truth.

This was the first time he had come down here, knowing that he would hate what he found. He believed that if he ignored the innuendoes he caught; that this situation did not exist. But that was not to be the case, if he didn’t control this now it would only get worse. Surprisingly the dungeons were empty as he looked in each cell; going deeper and deeper into the gloomy place. Who could have thought that below the brilliant elegance of Malfoy Manor would hold such a depressing place. The oppressing feeling he got making his steps seem heavier with every step he took. Down the last corridor he could finally hear some noise, more of a small groaning and soft scraping sounds that indicated that there were people in here after all.

In the second to last cell he peered through the bars; seeing his aunt and cousin. Both looked wretched, eyes circled in black from lack of sleep and proper nutrition, skin dirt streaked, and sallow from lack of water and sunlight. A shuffling noise had him turning to look at the faces of his mate and Tom. In a voice slightly above a whisper he said, “Wipe their memory, and release them…Send them home.”

Draco took a step forward speaking, “They deserved this…” His mate tried to touch him but he brushed off every attempt at the contact.

“No one deserves this…I know what they have done to me…But they didn’t deserve this.” He shook his head, clearing it of the fog and tears that wanted to spill onto his cheeks. Looking up at Tom, “They deserved to be punished for what they did, I can understand that; but not torture. That makes you no better than them.” He waved his arm at the two behind the bars of the cell. “Can't you understand how low this makes you; I want us to rise above them…Not be like them…”

He continued to the last cell, seeing an old wizard sleeping in one of the bed. He looked better than his aunt and cousin, but this was still not the place to be for any human being. “Who is he?” He said pointing to the sleeping wizard.

Tom answered, “Alberforth Dumbledore…”

He quickly looked up feeling the anger overcome the sadness he was previously feeling. “You said he was to come here as a guest…Is this, what you meant?”

“I thought you understood the hidden message when I said that statement…”

“Apparently not…” He opened the cell door, coming up to the sleep wizard, placing a hand so he could be awoken. Sleepy blue eyes looked up at him, when he smiled showing that he was no threat to the person below him.

A soft sleep addled voice asked, “Who are you?”

Making his smile bigger, “A friend who is going to make sure you are treated properly…Come; let’s get you to a warmer place and some better food.” Looking over to Tom again showing him how much he hated this situation, “Sometimes it is better to get the information you seek; without force.”

He led the wizard up the different sleep chambers, stopping outside of one the guest rooms; and looked at Draco who still was following him. “Go get your father for me…” He walked in, guiding Alberforth to one of the chairs; as Lucius walked in, sneering to the room.

“This wizard is now my guest, and as such he will be treated as a guest in your home. He needs clean clothes and decent food…You will also close the dungeons and I better not find another soul in that foul place again.”

Harry watched the warring emotions through Lucius eyes, but one thing he had learned was when dealing with Lucius; if he took a commanding stance on something, he would follow all orders given, no matter how distasteful he thought it was.

Lucius bowed his head slightly before speaking, “Yes Enrai…” He turned leaving, following the orders set before him.

He left the room with Draco and Tom still following him, shutting and locking the door the door behind him. Just because he felt the wizard didn’t need to be in the dungeons did not mean he was stupid enough to let the wizard walk around. He was Dumbledore’s brother after all.

Turning to look at the two that still followed him he said, “I will see everyone tomorrow…” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. He left both Draco and Tom as walked to his own chambers. A tentative hand clasped his elbow stopping him from walking away completely. Looking up into the cloudy steel eyes of his mate saying, “Draco I need to be alone right now…”

The hand that was stopping him, dropped from his elbow, and Harry watched his mate turn; walking away. He couldn’t handle the excuses, reasons, or apologies from his mate right now. It would be better for everyone; if he could think about this himself alone. Regardless of what everyone thought he would put an end to the senseless destruction of life and sanity.

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This had to be one of the hardest nights Draco had endured. Only thing harder was leaving his mate with the look of utter sadness that clouded the normally bright green eyes. The only reason he left was he felt it would have made that sadness deeper if he stayed. After leaving he went to his own rooms, but being so far from Harry made it impossible for him to stay in there. After an hour and in defeat he went and sat in front of the doors leading to Harry’s room. Wanting to be the first thing his mate saw when he finally came out of his self imposed isolation.

He didn’t know what time it was, it could have still be in the middle of the night; or early morning, but footsteps brought him out of musings. Glancing up he saw the concerned look of his father, before he sat next to him on the floor in front of Harry’s doors. Something he had never thought he would see; his father a Malfoy, actually sitting on the ground. His father leaned back into the wall, extending his feet out in front of him. Even in this situation his father could still look elegant sitting on the floor. “Father, did we do something wrong?”

His father looked at him from the corner of his eye, before looking at the wall in front of him again; chuckling. “Wrong? Not really…It depends on who you are asking. To Harry, his recent torture at the hands of filth; is too close in his mind for him to see how any torture could be condoned. For us we feel justified, He is ours, and we need to protect him at all cost. Seek vengeance for every wrong ever done towards him…Eventually he will see that.” His father let out a long sigh, taking a couple of minutes before continuing. “Although Harry will lead differently than Tom has. Many aspects of our life will change, and we will need to stay on our toes to keep up with them all…For you and even myself; we don’t know what it was like before Dumbledore destroyed our world. But I remember the stories my father told me…What the realm was like…”

His curiosity perked up; even though he asked about what their lives used to be like, his father never told him. Maybe now he could get him to speak. “What stories, you never told me any before?”

His father’s faced relaxed and a soft smile graced his features. “Your grandfather was one of the closest friends to the Heiress, when she was a child. Because he was older than her, he remembered some of plans they had come up with. Mostly pranks they would do her tutors; some of which were actually funny. They had one prank, were they would change the color of Rosier’s wings purple.” Both of them laughed at the picture his father painted. “If your grandfather was alive today, he would be overjoyed to see the Heiress among us again.”

That night his father stayed with him, telling him stories of his grandfather. It helped pass the time until morning came. When the light started coming into the hallway, his father left so when Harry emerged from his room they could be alone. Regardless what everyone thought of his father, under the cold mask of Malfoy; was a caring heart that would do anything for his family.

The morning went by slowly as he waited for his mate; the early rays of light thickening as time passed. When Harry finally came through the doors, he looked as if he hadn’t slept either. Dark circles were under his eyes, his skin looked paler than normal, and his hair looked as if it hadn’t seen a comb yet. Harry gave him a small smile, only the corners of his mouth turning upwards; as he came forward, sitting on his lap. Bringing his arms around his mate gathering him closer; holding him tightly; he nestled his face into the chest before him. He would only show this side to Harry, this weakness he had for his mate. The ring he gave him inscribed ‘forever mine’ went both ways; he was also forever Harry’s.

Harry spoke emotion clogging his voice, “I’m not mad at you…I’m more angry at the situation.” He nodded his head, tightening his arms so he could bring Harry closer. “I can’t ask you to change, this is who you are…But I can ask you to talk to me before doing anything rash. Maybe then I can talk you out of it.” He looked into the green eyes that held unshed tears. “I won’t ask for apologies, or excuses why you tortured the Dursley’s; I know why you did it, but choose to ignore it. I will not ignore it in the future…I said it last night, doing the same actions makes you as bad as they are. I want you to better than them.”

Shaky, salt flavored lips pressed against his in a chaste kiss. What did he ever do to deserve Harry in his life? He wasn’t asked to change, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t change if he wanted too. He would do anything to never have to receive another kiss like he did this morning; it tore him in two too see his mate like this.

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Walking out of his chambers, Harry was confronted with a disheveled Draco. The sad eyes telling him more than words could convey. It was heart wrenching to his proud mate like this; knowing it was him to cause the inner turmoil. But he couldn’t see any other way to show him.

After giving Draco the kiss, putting everything he felt in that action; he rested his forehead on his mates, looking in the steel eyes that could be expressive behind the Malfoy mask. “We can talk more, later.” Draco closed his eyes, hiding emotions from him as he breathed in and out slowly. “Right now I have an appointment with a foul tasting potion…”

Steel eyes opened slowly, showing every emotion laid bare for him to see. Worry for what was to come, fear at being a disappointment, anger tinged in regret; but the one emotion that over took everything else was love, Draco’s arms tightened even further, making it hard to breath with how close he was to his mate and whispered words against his skin. “I love you…”

His heart dropped to his stomach and gasp left his lips as he felt himself moving upwards. Wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist and holding his arms tighter around his mate’s neck; in fear that he would be dropped. “Draco put me down…”

The arms around him clasped him harder as he felt the bouncing sensation of being carried while Draco walked down the hall. “No! I am never letting you go…” He smiled softly into the shoulder he rested his head on; at least this was better than being carried like a sac of potatoes.

Draco didn’t let him go, even going as far as carrying him into the room full of Elves that were to be present as he took the potion. Blushing and giving his mate a glare as he was set on the bed didn’t even help as his mate looked at him with that infuriating one eyebrow raised. “I could have walked in here.”

The eyebrow rose further, and a teasing look crossed Draco’s face. “Yes, but you can think of it as your punishment for making me worry about you all night.”

Looking around the snickering Elves where even his grandmother and Hermione were laughing, had even him smiling at everyone. Maybe he did deserve it a little bit. Bellatrix and Severus walked in at the same time, with the potions master holding a couple vials of what looked to be foul going down.

Severus turned, a disgusted expression on his face as he starred at his friend. “I thought I told you…You need to keep the glamour up at all times…”

Hermione actually pouted, something that he had never seen before. “I kept it up for the last two days, even while I slept…If everyone else here can walk around without one, why can’t I?” It was funny seeing his friend like that, he knew one of the reason’s she always studied so hard was so she could fit into the Wizarding World. Now that she could no longer be a part of that world she wanted to fit into this one. If she looked like her old self, she wouldn’t fit into it.

Lucius stepped forward, actually standing up for his friend. “Now Severus, if she can keep it up for two days…There is no need to worry about her holding it for longer…”

An actual blush tinted the tops of Severus’s cheeks before he turned mumbling under his breath. Coming forward he handed Harry one of the three potions he was holding. Regaining his earlier composure Severus said, “This is a mild pain reliever you can take first. The second is the actual age acceleration potion; the third you will not be able to take until five minutes passes…Which will take care of any lingering pan you feel.”

Harry looked around the room, his grandmother coming closer to the bed. Hermione giving him a small smile. Lucius and Narcissa were holding hands; Tom was sitting in a chair in the corner. Rabastion had parchment ready to take notes, and Bellatrix started casting spells to monitor him as he took the potion. He knew Remus and Sirius were not going to be there, something about the added stress wouldn’t be good for Sirius right now. He didn’t even realize he was shaking until he felt Draco behind him, steadying the first potion he was to take.

Bringing the potion up to his lips, he quickly downed it not wanting to taste it. What he could taste wasn’t that bad, more like dirt or grass; a lot better than some he has had in the past. Honestly he didn’t feel anything from it, but if it was a pain reliever he probably wouldn’t have felt any of the effects anyways.

Severus handed him the second potion; the whole room grew quiet with the sudden tension in the air. Draco’s arms around him tightened holding him closer in the cocoon his mate made with his body. He downed the second potion like the first, tasting nothing which he was thankful for. But being thankful didn’t last long, as searing pain shot through every one of his bones. He couldn’t even move his fingers into making a fist with them hurting so badly. He remembered having growing pains when he was a kid, but this was a hindered times worse. And this was through a pain relieving potion; he shuddered to think what it would have been like without it. He wouldn’t cry out, even though he wanted to as the pain rose in waves; but he may have let a whimper.

Sensation other than pain flooded his brain as he felt hands rubbing and pressing the muscles in the spots that hurt the worst. Draco was still behind him applying pressure to spots near his spine. As his grandmother and Hermione each took a leg rubbing deep in an attempt to relieve the ache that had set into each limb. Even Lucius and Narcissa took up an arm each doing the same. It helped, but nearly enough; who knew five minutes could take such a long time?

In his hazy sight, clouded with pain, he saw the third bottle brought to his lips. He gulped it down; at this point he didn’t care what it tasted like if it relived him of the ache that had set into his bones. It wasn’t instant relief, but with every breath he took it got better. Time passed as everyone still massaged his sore body, and hearing became better as the ringing in his ears drained away.

“You should probably sleep now…”

He didn’t know who spoke, his eyes already drooping closed. But he had to know, “Did it work?”

“Yes Harry, you have aged by two weeks…”

It was a different voice that time. Draco began maneuvering him into a different position; one that he could curl up next his mate; feeling safe and secure. Another yawn stretched his mouth, which felt the lingering soreness of the potion. “Great, I get to do this every week now…”

He fell asleep hearing the chuckles of the room, as everyone laughed off the stress of the situation.
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