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Stream of Consciousness	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Neither do I profit from the pleasurable experience of writing. Warning: Rape and Abuse Featured.

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Hello all, my travels went well. Rome definitely was not what I thought it was going to be. Got ripped offer by 45 Euros by a thieving taxi driver hiding bills and lying to us. Go figure. Liked Naples though, the people weren’t too friendly or unfriendly: seeing/meeting Americans mixed blessing I suppose. Paris was wonderful, rainy but wonderful. The Eiffel tower was grand and expansive in person. I only met one really bitchy person and she worked at the airport. I’d like to think it was that fact that she was having a bad day and it wasn’t just me.

On with the fic…

Riding the Train and Eating a Feast without the King (Dumbledore that is)

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The loud and familiar sounds of King’s Cross station assaulted Draco’s ears. He did his best to keep his mind clear, thoughts of Scorpius threatened to rip apart his facial expression of indifference and cloud it with pain and anger. He didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts. He had to go back. The gentle push from Zabini’s caring hand on his lower back gave Draco the strength to keep moving. As much as Draco didn’t want to admit it, Zabini’s presence calmed him. They were joined, as they passed through the column and stepped onto the platform nine and three quarters, by Goyle, his mother and Pansy along with her parents and two other Slytherins Draco was too near sighted to recognize by face.

There were hushed whispers and outright jeers at their presence. Draco reveled in his father’s presence. He was glad that his mother had decided to stay behind. Thankfully, no wizard was brave or foolish enough to engage him or anyone in his entourage in a row or worse. Although Draco could not see them, he was sure that there were Aurors present at the station to see that no lingering members of the Death Eaters –who were still loyal to the Dark Lord—would try to attack the train and its inhabitants. Draco sorely hoped that none of the Aurors would be riding with them to the school. He knew which compartment the Aurors would make a habit of lingering near if they suspected Death Eaters or Dark Magic.

Draco turned left under the direction of Zabini’s constant guidance. He was sure that they were headed for their usual car with the tables near the front of the train. Draco stopped short when he lost the presence of Zabini’s hand. He waited staring straight ahead for the signal to start moving again.

“Can you believe they let Death Eater scum like you back into Hogwarts?” Seamus Finnigan. Draco knew that horrid nasally voice anywhere. Draco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, he didn’t want to appear weak and vulnerable. He could not see where Finnigan was standing or who he was talking to specifically. If this insult was not occurring at this very moment, Draco was sure that he would have never believed that a Gryffindor would be this brash, speaking like he was to purebloods and adult wizards no less. Indignation flamed within Draco and he wanted nothing more than to lash out.

The comforting presence of Zabini’s voice answered Finnigan, “How unlike a Gryffindor, to gloat. You’ve won the war and now you turn your back on your self-righteous morals and boast. I can’t help but wonder if that means you’ll be bunking with us?” A few chuckles from Draco’s fellow companions and Draco knew that the scene was over. The affronted murmurs that Draco heard must have been from Finnigan and whoever else was with him. Draco wasn’t sure if the Savior was with him, but as soon as his thoughts turned to Potter he knew that Potter was too good for those kind of jibes. Potter was more likely to offer his helping hand than stand around cursing a wandless wizard.

At the thought of his wand, Draco paused in a natural automatic search for his Hawthorn ten inch unicorn hair wand; only to remember that Potter had it last. To think he’d been the owner of the Elder Wand for a few brief days, but he’d been too scared and ignorant to know. What he could have done with that power. What he could have changed about his current situation. The wizards he could have punished. Draco mentally ended that destructive train of thought. There was little he could do now to improve his situation except to finish school with the best grades he could muster.

The familiar pressure of Zabini’s hand on his lower back returned and he continued on to the train. He stopped briefly to accept the firm yet brief embrace from his father and a whisper of a promise to write and send pictures of Scorpius. Draco coolly accepted his father’s limited gift of comfort and headed to the train to board for his journey back to his place of torment. Zabini never left his side.

The voices of his comrades, fellow Slytherins who had bravely joined this retake semester met him as they entered the lair of dark familiarity. Zabini was quick to separate him from the pariahs in the nearest and one of the few compartments on this side of the train. Draco was not surprised by this action. They had discussed the sense of vengeance that some Hogwarts students including his fellow house members had against Draco, his mother and his father. Some Slytherins were angry over the fact that his mother had lied to Lord Voldemort ultimately facilitating his demise at the wand of the Savor. Draco could not help but deem such ideas and grudges as bollix. The Dark Lord would have been vanquished by Potter regardless. Draco was sure of Potter’s power if not his wit.

Sitting and relaxing in the privacy of the enclosed compartment, Draco sighed in contentment. He liked the silence that encapsulated them. Zabini’s weight next to him was bearable as long as he didn’t focus too much or too intensely on his desire to hold Scorpius, he would be fine. Turning his head to lean against the window, Draco allowed himself to drift. He knew he wasn’t missing anything anyway. As the final whistle blew, Draco had no one outside the train to wave to. His father had left after bidding him goodbye. His vision didn’t allow him to see anything clearly. He had a vague perception of Pansy and Goyle sitting across from him talking in hushed tones, but what expressions characterized their faces was beyond him. Even with Zabini this close to him, Draco was still unable to discern the expression his eyes held. Hell, Draco could have been trapped in a pitch black room and he wouldn’t have been able to tell. Today was a shitty day for his vision. But not all days were as bad as today.

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Harry’s eyes couldn’t leave Draco statuesque form. Harry, amid the chaos that was King’s Cross Station, was able to track Draco’s every move including his altercation with Seamus. Harry made a mental note to have a word with Seamus when there was time to have a one on one conversation with him.

“Could you get any nosier? Why don’t cha go over and speak with him?” Harry shrugged off Ron’s hand and adjusted his glasses. He wasn’t ready to speak to Malfoy just yet. He didn’t want to admit to anyone the desire that festered within him to talk to Draco and possibly hold him.

“I can’t. Let’s find somewhere to sit.” Harry said as he walked off towards the train not noticing that his friends were not following him. The Slytherin group that Draco had traveled with entered the train in a car further down the tracks. He knew that Draco would be sitting in Slytherin territory and Harry wouldn’t venture far into their territory without a solid reason. Using the excuse of sharing Snape’s inheritance to gain entrance was not an option.

As he moved through the crowd, Harry felt self-conscious. He knew that people recognized him, new and old students alike. School mates and acquaintances greeted him with respectful nods. Harry was grateful that they too were keeping their distance. Ron at least gained some sort of understanding when it came to Harry’s decision to pursue a different profession. Ginny had verbalized her decision to end their relationship. Harry strongly believed that it had to do with his lack of emotional expression towards her. He still harbored something similar to emotions of love for her, but it no longer manifested as a burning desire or that squirmy feeling in the pit of his stomach. If Harry thought hard enough he knew that that same feeling of nervousness was developing towards Draco, but how could it be? And in all honesty, Ginny would be nothing more than distraction. Harry felt a pang of guilt at a previous thought from a few months ago. He'd looked at Ginny and knew he could get away with using her as a shield from dealing with this new reality. One in which the Wizarding World was recovered from Lord Voldemort and he and Ginny could superficially (on his side at least) live as pillars of the community in their pursuit of justice and peace.

Entering the train, Harry peeked into a few compartments and greeted distant associates he hadn’t seen since he was in school proper. The magic in the air relaxed him, until he saw Seamus sitting with Dean and Ginny. They’d split up after Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left them at the station entrance. They were all too old to be walked to the train platform and it was an overwelmingly emotional memory for Mrs. Weasley. Harry supposed she was remembering all the times she had taken all of her children to the platform and the havoc George and Fred had once created. The memories were too intense to relive.

Harry fought the urge to curl his right hand into a fist and smash it into Seamus’s face. From where Harry had been standing, Seamus looked as if he were insulting Draco and instigating trouble. Draco had done nothing to cause it. Sure his father was Death Eater scum, but Draco had no control over that. Children couldn’t be blamed for their parents’ faults and failures. Harry did his best to adhere and prescribe to that thoughtand to view the world from that lense. It helped him deal with his own private prejudices. The narrowness of the hall between compartments and inside the compartments themselves curbed Harry’s enthusiasm to hit Seamus, possibly hurting himself in the process and causing a scene. Instead, Harry plotted his revenge and approached Seamus casually as he stepped into the small room. He noted that Dean and Ginny were sitting together. He knew that they had dated once, or so he thought.

“How was your holiday?” Harry offered a cautious looking Seamus a small smile.

Seamus didn’t take the bait and stood up to defend himself instead, “He deserved it, Harry. I know what you think of him since you testified and all, but he deserved much worse.” Harry knew that his friends understood his habit of using aggression to resolve situations, but was he really that bad?

Harry dropped the smile and pocketed his wand hand, “I don’t think so. You’re not the judge of anyone.”

“And you are?” Seamus’ voice raised, “You may have defeated Voldemort, but that’s it. Your saving days are over. I heard that you’re not even joining up like Ron.” Seamus took a step back as he shook his head. Harry cocked his head to the side, it seemed like Seamus was disappointed by him. Perhaps he was like everyone else who expected Harry to keep saving people. He was no Spiderman. Harry wanted to say as much aloud, but Ginny interrupted.

“No one is going to get hurt here. Right, Harry?” Harry snapped to attention and found that he had his wand grasped tightly inside his pocket. He was thankful that he had not withdrawn it. He nodded silently and pushed past the small gathering of aspiring witches and wizards that had watched the small confrontation from the door. There was no point in disgracing himself before reaching his final destination especially at the wand of someone other than Draco. The thought of being punished by his long time school rival made Harry smirk. It was near the back of the train that Harry found a peaceable compartment.

Both Neville and Luna were sitting across from each other. Harry leaned against the door reveling in the feeling of déjà vu that came over him. The Quibbler was being held upside down in Luna’s nimble grasp. Feeling at home, Harry sat down next to Luna and fought the urge to sit at her feet. She was such a comfort to him, what would he do when she found someone else? Suppressing feelings of jealousy for their nonexistent relationship, Harry linked arms with Luna. The light tug caused Luna to tilt her head away from him exposing her neck. Had Harry been a vampire, he would have taken it as an offering for a free meal. Content only to rest his head on her shoulder, Harry found himself relaxing as the train blew its last warning whistle before beginning on its journey to that far away place known as Hogwarts. There was still no sign of Hermione or Ron. This was the place where Harry had taken refuge from his horrid relatives–who were God knew where now—this was his home away from home where he’d met the man, the great wizard who would sacrifice his life for Harry in the fight against Voldemort. This was his last year to finish the education he’d started and he’d be able to make amends with Draco or at least he hoped.

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“Ron?” Hermione asked as she headed for the next car, “Did you mention this meeting to Harry?”

Ron eased around the trolley carrying all the sweets he loved as a child and answered Hermione, “No, didn’t really get a chance too.”

Hermione huffed as she tugged open the next car’s door, “That was responsible of you Ron. Now he’ll be wondering what took us so long.”

“Relax, ‘Mione, it was just a meeting. Who knew we’d make Head Boy and Girl. Mum was sure proud to the read the letter. It’ll be a good surprise, once Harry figures it out.” Ron smirked at the tense reaction in his girlfriend’s body language. Ron made a mental note to give her a massage the next time they had some real privacy.

“Right, after all we’ve been through, now you want to keep something from him.”

“Well,” Ron began as he stepped over a First Year’s toad as the young wizard dashed after it, “we’re not really keeping anything from him. He didn’t even ask what I was grinning about when we picked him up from Grimmauld Place. How self-absorbed can you get?”

“Honestly,” Hermione said as she flipped her hair and she began peering into each compartment they passed, “I don’t think I know what to say to that.”

Ron shrugged even though he knew Hermione could not see him, “Sometimes there is nothing to say.” Ron trudged dutifully after his true love until they reached the right compartment. Hermione stopped outside the sliding glass door and made no move to enter.

Irritated at his attempts to ask her what was wrong without receiving a response, he moved forward to stand beside her. Ron blinked fast as he watched Luna and Harry intertwine fingers in their sleep. Neville seemed unable to quit staring at them. Ron felt the sharp jab from Hermione who stood next him. They shared a look before entering and sitting down beside Neville. The scenery outside of the window flew by as the train made its way to Hogwarts.

“Quit staring, it’s rude.” Ron nodded silently, he understood that Harry needed space and all, but with a nutter like Looney Lovegood? When had this happened? Ron scrunched up his face as he recalled Harry running out of the kitchen and then spending a few days at the Lovegood’s place. Perhaps, something had happened that Harry hadn’t wanted to share. He had spent a night or two over there, if Ron remembered correctly. Ron smoothed his features and met Hermione’s calculating gaze, they were both thinking the same thing: if Harry was busy with Luna this year, there was no way that he would notice their absence. They had more responsibilities this year, not to mention some new perks.

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Draco turned away from reality and submerged himself in the dark realm of fantasy. In this disturbed tale that was not a tale in a realm which was reality, Draco was made to submit to a creature that had once been a man. The half man half wolf’s eyes grazed over him with hunger. Draco trembled without shame at his fear. This fantasy was a nightmare and by the end of it, he hoped to still be alive.

“My gift to you, my servant, the son of my proudest and yet most disappointing Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. You have not yet found my prey, but you have joined the hunt. This,” Draco stepped back into the hooded Death Eater behind him at the Dark Lord’s hand gesture, “is my gift to you to do with as you please.”

The ugly scaly face lifted its skinless lips, dead and pale into a semblance of a smile. Draco wished that his heart would stop beating or for him to fast forwarded through time. If only he could be moved to a few days in the future. He did not want to live through this night and maintain the memories. If only Greyback would cast the Imperious Curse over him and shield him from the pain and humiliation he was about to endure. A gruff shove and Draco was pivoted in the direction of his captor. Perhaps master was a better term to use because that was what Greyback was to him now.

Draco could not help but stare at his master with wide eyes. This creature, lower than himself in the magical hierarchy would own him? Draco would have laughed if the situation were not so dire. His father could not afford further negative reflection that would yield him only punishment and the losing of his wand was torture in itself. The Dark Lord would not approve and his mother might be harmed because of his refusal to submit.

It was on stiff limbs that Draco moved forward until he was standing before Greyback. The once complete man grunted and turned heading out of the Dark Lord’s presence. Only a Werewolf could get away with being so rude. Draco was forced to bow his way out of the Dark Lord’s presence. The room was one of the more formal sitting rooms that Malfoy Manor had to offer. Its rich and creamy splendor was wasted on the hateful deathlike creature that reclined in an armchair that reminded Draco strongly of the one that his father had in his most private of studies. Draco barely remembered what it looked like because that was how often he was allowed into the privacy of his father’s thoughts.

Draco stumbled down the hallway and up the staircase. He was headed to what was usually the guest floor. This fantasy definitely had no hero, no saving grace. He had no wand at the moment, so he could not even blast his way out of this situation. Greyback refused to acknowledge Draco as he led the way. Draco ignored the leering glances and gazes in his direction as he walked past the occupied guest bedrooms. These Death Eaters were taking advantage of the free food and lodging that Malfoy Manor offered. If his father had not fallen out of favor, none of these maggots would be here.

It was with one last shove into the room at the end of the hall by the arse that had followed him from the Dark Lord’s presence that Draco was left alone with Greyback.

“Come here.” It was not a question but a command. Draco sneered as he edged closer. He was resistant and would be until the end. How had it come to this? Draco’s fists curled as he entered Greyback’s personal space. Draco fought the urge to move back as Greyback lowered himself until he was peering right into the window of Draco’s soul. Gulping, Draco attempted to move back, but strong hands with sharp nails gripped him tightly.

The response was grunt like, “Don’t like what you see?” The nails dug into his flesh and Draco knew that they were drawing blood. Draco’s upbringing would not allow him to whimper or cry out as he truly wanted to. He held his tongue and hoped that this creature would use him and mercifully let him go. Even if he were only allowed to curl in the corner after being beaten or tortured, he would be grateful. What else could this monster do to him?

Draco could not help but smirk into the ugly expression in Greyback’s countenance. He would not try anything Draco had not already witnessed. Having an Unforgiveable used on him would be painful, but he would heal and all would be well.

Draco held himself still as Greyback tried to frighten him further with a furious shake. Snarling loudly, the creature let him go and began to chuckle lowly. Draco kept his posture, he knew a blow to the face or torso would come next. Perhaps, the werewolf would use his claws to draw more blood. Draco would be scared but there were potions and spells to cover them. His face would not be too unrecognizable once this display of power was over.

“It must be pleasant to be so ignorant.” Greyback walked away from Draco leaving him to stand alone in the middle of the room feeling exposed. The carpet under his bare feet felt soft and gentle compared to the tense atmosphere. He wished life were currently as simple as the texture of the carpet.

Greyback continued in his gruff, almost unconcerned tone of voice, “What do you think I will use you for? Spell practice? Do you see a wand or broom for that matter?”

Draco shook his head as if Greyback expected a response. He continued speaking as if he did not see Draco’s reaction.

“Unlike you, I don’t need that stick. It’s a twig really and if yours were here I would snap it. Tell me Draco,” Greyback moved back to Draco as if floating over the carpet. His steps were too quick to watch with the average wizard’s eyes. A moment later, Draco was inhaling the werewolf’s toxic scent. “What do you think that mouth of yours is good for? Or,” Draco watched with a growing sense of humiliation as Greyback’s arm bent around him and a hand squeezed his bum, “your arse? What good are you to me?” Greyback questioned as his lips brushed heatedly against Draco’s ear. He could feel the wet warmth of Greyback’s tongue and he wished he could confound himself.

No more words were spoken as Draco’s left ear and neck were devoured by strong licks leaving behind sticky saliva. The pit of Draco’s stomach dropped as he realized what Greyback would be taking from him. His thoughts converged into a knot. Draco could not think, he could barely feel anything other than fear as the sloppy kisses moved from his neck to his shoulder. His expensive silk shirt was shredded by Greyback’s inhuman claws and his chest was exposed.

Greyback moved back a few inches as if to admire Draco’s pale chest which was shivering under the intense lust that rolled off him in waves. A single long-nailed finger ventured forward and traced along Draco’s pectorals. A quick intake of breath a moment later and Draco was swept off his feet and disposed on to the bed a few feet away. Draco landed face first and inhaled the fresh laundered scent as he listened to Greyback undress. He supposed that the wonderful perfumed smell would be gone deflowered by the lowly creature about to mount him. Draco turned his head violently to the right at the thought of what was about to happen to him. The Slytherin inside of him almost dared to wish for his father’s death over this punishment. Draco was sure that his father would have traded places with him and accepted a similar or worse fate.

Draco waited for what seemed like eternity for Greyback to command him to take off his clothes. No sound other than breathing could be heard in the room. Draco concentrated on the ripe blue color of the coverlet and imagined that he was somewhere else. What if he turned blue? Not like the blue a wizard turned when he was suffocating. No, Draco visualized the impossible blue of the sky as his flesh. The way his fingers would turn almost purple when he made a fist or got angry. To see Potter’s face with such skin, Draco nearly grinned at the thought.

Draco was pulled from his fantasy as Greyback’s claws made patterns in his flesh and clothes as they were dragged over his back. Draco was sure that the long vertical lines would scar. He held fast to what little integrity he had left and the claws continued on their path down his legs. They ended agonizingly at his feet. Each breath was labored as Draco felt his trousers being ripped from his legs. The waistband was pulled until it tore under the pressure and his stomach ached because of it. The rest of Draco’s shredded shirt was torn from his body. Lying in his underwear, he held still wanting to be as brave as he could be for as long as he could manage.

Fingers, softly and slowly made their way down his back as if giving him a massage. Their nails dipped into his flesh every once in a while. They dug into his shoulders as they made their second trip downward. Draco flinched when they stopped at his hips and yanked him backward. Draco was on his knees and he kept his face pressed into the mattress. He would not give Greyback the satisfaction of seeing his face full of fear and anxiety. He had never even thought of how two blokes got it on. He had never had to, until now.

“Bet you think,” Greyback’s firm, slow drawl teased, “I’m going to claim you now. And you know what?”

Draco closed his eyes, the soft glow from the candles creating a serene illumination of the bed and the luminous dark blue textured paint around the headboard. The last thing Draco wanted to see before this creature shoved his length inside of him was something so peaceful.

Draco barely acknowledged the movement as he was turned onto his back and his head was violently turned to face the ceiling. If he opened his eyes now and Greyback was not hovering above him, he would be able to see the mermaid that magically inhabited the ceiling mural of life under the sea. That was what the room was themed after. Tears formed as his underwear was finally ripped from his body and he was fully exposed. The air was not cold and cruel, but warm and inviting. The soft skin of the fingers that gripped his hips and alternatively roamed his chest and stomach were almost familiar. His arms were rearranged from his sides to above his head. A position of helplessness or so Draco thought distantly .

The heat rolled from Greyback’s body as he pressed himself firmly against Draco. Draco could feel the animal’s hardened erection against his stomach. “I will have you,” Greyback’s voice was breathy and heated against his ear, “And I will make you remember this night the way no spell or potion could ever erase.”

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“Draco?”

Draco opened his eyes and stared into the dangerous blue eyes of Greyback and wondered why Zabini’s voice was coming from him.

“Draco, it’s time to change into our dress robes. The train will be arriving shortly at our final prison.” At that Draco opened his eyes again. His sight was a million times better than when he’d first fallen asleep. He could see more than shadows or the outlines of his comrades. He could see the paleness of the color around him. It was as if the robes Zabini had already dawned were washed out reflections of the vibrant Slytherin green that Draco was used to.

Draco turned his head and found that Pansy and Goyle had left the compartment. Only he and Zabini were left and the screen over the glass door was pulled down giving them extra privacy. If they’d had their wands, Draco was sure that he could have placed an adequate silencing charm to ensure the protection of their conversation. Since their wands would not be given to them until they reached the school, Draco would have to be content with simple conversations that were unrelated to his true feelings. His gut clinched at the memories of Greyback and those thoughts would eventually lead to his son, his infant son, Scorpius, who was back at home.

Draco quietly allowed himself to be pulled into a standing position. He was barefoot, even his socks were missing. Draco did not miss them. Draco felt overheated as Zabini stepped closer to him. Draco feared his toes being stepped on until warm flesh met his. Lips chapped by carelessness closed in on his as his feet were caught in a dance. Draco felt his body move in sync with Zabini’s. Draco was sure that his hormones wouldn’t be able to take it for very long.

Draco turned his head away from his potential lover’s and spoke, “I dreamt of him again.”

Zabini moved his head to place a tender kiss on Draco’s temple, “There isn’t much I can do to help you. Perhaps a mediwitch could help you, but then again, maybe not.”

Draco turned his head away again. He didn’t need anyone’s pity. Zabini was alright, he was a quick replacement, but not necessarily a permanent one.

“Help me get dressed.”

“Fine. I want us to sleep together. You know Slughorn won’t mind. I am still in his Slug Club as far as I know,” Draco could hear the smugness in Zabini’s voice, “Even received a ‘Happy Christmas’ card from him.”

There was no response from Draco either agreeing or disagreeing with Zabini. He merely reiterated his desire to dress quickly in time for the train’s arrival at its final destination. Draco already knew that Zabini was not suggesting anything. Blaise’s decision was final and Draco accepted that. If he thought about his situation long enough, he knew that the likelihood that fellow students would attempt to attack him or curse him when he was at his weakest was eminent. He would be safer if he slept in a bed with Zabini than alone.

Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on Blaise’s fingers as they slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His trousers were next. He stepped out of them and shivered as Blaise placed a kiss on his loins over his underwear. He was thankful that his dreams kept his hormones at a low so he didn’t become too excited. Draco felt his member jump, before settling back down. Blaise’s soft rumbling chuckle met his ears and Draco could not help but flush with warmth and exhilaration. Blaise did not fear his scarred flesh. Draco never bothered to glamour it unless he knew he would be in a situation where hiding his true skin was an advantage. Here in the privacy of the compartment with only Blaise to observe him, Draco had no need to unnecessarily exert his knowledge of wandless magic for such an effect.

His trousers were swiftly replaced by black dress trousers. Nimble brown fingers buttoned his trousers before moving upward to his chest. Draco inhaled sharply, here was a grown wizard being dressed by another grown wizard. They were both convicts in the eyes of their self-righteous enemies and peers. Greyback was right to have tried to murder him that night. He was right to have taken his sight from him. Draco had needed to learn that lesson; the lesson of prejudice and taking ownership of his thoughts and feelings and their impact on others.

Draco positively melted under the intimate embrace Blaise gave him as he finished clasping his cape around him. Draco had not even noticed his shirt being replaced. His mind was still in the past with Greyback. Draco wasn’t sure when he’d ever be allowed to leave.

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“All First Year’s this way! All First Year’s this way!” Hagrid’s voice carried over to the older students as they boarded the thestral led carriages to Hogwarts.

Harry stepped back as more students poured onto the platform from the train. Harry had arisen about thirty minutes before the train had arrived, dressed and waited at the nearest exist. He had awaken to find only he, Neville and Luna were in the compartment. Harry figured that Ron and Hermione had something important to take care of. Instead of inquiring after them, Harry had left the train to watch Draco leave the platform safely. Harry’s intentions were honest. He knew that Draco would never allow him to openly protect him in such a way. He hadn’t defended him at his trial, not really. Draco wouldn’t understand Harry’s new found devotion and to be honest, Harry was unsure of why he was taking Snape’s shared inheritance so seriously.

Harry noticed how many of the students could see the Thestrals and reacted to them accordingly. Some acknowledged them without fear or interest. Others seemed afraid and still others greeted them with treats that no Thestral would eat willingly.

“Hmm, this won’t last forever you know. In the next few years, no one will be able to see them.”

Harry turned to Luna who had silently followed him off the train.

“Why do you say that? We’ll never not be able to see them.”

Luna took Harry’s face in her hands allowing them to rest behind his head and tugged at the end of his ponytail with a small smile. “Why because Harry, those of us who are here today will be graduating. Next year only a few students will remember the violence of war or have participated in it and then the year after that it is likely that no student will have been through live combat. Just us,” Luna stretched out her hand and waved it towards the queuing students, “Only us.”

Mesmerized, Harry smirked. Catching his chief interest out of the corner of his eye, Harry turned to watch Draco. The students left on the platform were seventh years’ new or repeaters like himself. All of whom were a mixture of the four houses. Harry figured that they were just as lost as he was. They were all back at Hogwarts largely having seen war and death. He hoped as many of the seventh years filed past him that they would not cause too much trouble for Draco and the other Slytherins. Harry had decided long before the summer ended that he would do his best to look after Draco, he couldn’t really expect to do the same for the rest of the Slytherin house.

Seamus walked stiffly past him. Harry didn’t raise his voice or his hand in greeting or condemnation, he was just thankful that they were leaving before Draco was.

“We should find a carriage,” Luna said as she stood facing the few carriages left.

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The new Headmaster Morvick spoke with a practiced precision. He was unlike Headmaster Dumbledore in many ways. He had not the secret scheming wits or skilled strategy of Dumbledore. He did not command the attention of the students in the same manner. He was a product of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He believed in second chances and he was muggleborn. Compassion did not radiate from him in the same manner as it had from Dumbledore, but it was discernable to the densest of students.

His skin was beginning to wrinkle. It appeared that the crinkles at his eyes and the wings of white at his temple were threatening to expand. The state of his flesh reminded one of worn leather, only his skin was lighter by leaps and bounds. His hair was short, black and curly. It was kept at less than an inch from his skull. The tightness of each curl gave anyone curious about his background enough information to grasp that he was not a native to this land. His accent made some muggleborns remember that the Queen of the British muggles had once conquered a strange and far way land known as the Caribbean. It was from that place full of voodoo and magic that Professor Morvick had inherited his genes and ability for magic and a taste for the creation of spells.

Professor McGonagall continued to be the Deputy Headmistress and in times of vacancy or death she would take the responsibility of headmaster. On this night, once the First Years were transported safely to the castle by Hagrid and sorted into their new houses, she stood to announce the new headmaster.

“Students! Students, please! I would like to introduce your new headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Morvick…”

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Draco sat as still as he dared and tuned out McGonagall’s speech highlighting the new headmaster’s magical talents and feats. Draco had no use for such information. He came here to finish his year and move on. A firm squeeze from Zabini under the table on his right thigh made Draco smirk. He was not alone in this endeavor. Glancing around the Great Hall, Draco saw that nothing much had changed. The magic that had made his eyes glaze over with awe as a First Year still remained. The candles floated above them and the night sky blanketed the ceiling over them.

Overhead, the flags of each house blew in their own private breeze. The Gryffindors, on the other side of the hall stole glances at them across the hall. Draco sneered whenever he caught the impression of a gaze upon him. He didn’t want to start out the new term by allowing first, second or third years to look at him without knowing that he would do something about it. In all honesty, Draco knew that he probably wouldn’t, he sincerely hoped to be largely ignored by the other students. Tomorrow was a big day, he had classes and a meeting with the headmaster, his head of house and the deputy headmistress in the infirmary. He physical blindness would be revealed and Professor Morvick would be there to examine him along with Madame Pomfrey. He just knew how much they were looking for to this. After all, who wouldn't want to gaze at the freak of a wizard who used magic to interact with the world around them in the most intimate of ways?

“Thank you Professor McGonagall,” a deep accented voice said, “I want you all to look around at your friends and colleagues.” Draco closed his eyes instead.

“These wizards and witches represent the future,” there was a general murmur and Draco was sure that it was condemning the Slytherin house’s continued existence. “Now some of you may be wondering as your parents have these past few weeks, why it is that the House of Salazar Slytherin still stands. I answer you this: everyone becomes who they are meant to be because of the choices they make. Your last Headmaster Severus Snape was a member of the House of Slytherin. Yes, I speak of him with the utmost of respect. He was a spy and the most loyal follower of the late Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I have seen the proof of his valuable service to the Order of the Phoenix and I ask you to think about where the Wizarding World would be today if it were not for this man’s bravery?”

Draco snorted and wondered if the wizard would try using this babble on him tomorrow. Morvick continued amidst the soft murmurs, “You must come to realize that there is not always a clear definition of good or evil. Often in most of us there is a balance of the two and we all have the choice. Mr. Potter had the choice that none of us will ever face in this lifetime. He could have become embittered, he could have cowered from his destiny and where would we be?”

Draco shrugged in response even though he knew that no one was watching him, least of all the new headmaster. He was growing bored with this speech which sounded more like a morale boaster than anything else.

“It is because of brave wizards and witches who continued to fight even when most of us had given up and surrendered. Especially four summers ago when no one believed that Voldemort had arisen, except for the loyal few.” Morvick paused as if gauging the energy of the room, “The choice for Mr. Potter, Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore to keep believing in the reality that no other wizard would face has brought us to this moment. I can only ask you to embrace the fear and the animosity that you harbor towards the students of any house that you find disagreeable. I ask you to look into your heart and discover the prejudice that you hold against them and you may find that the grudge you hold may have more to do with you than those you unleash it upon.”

Draco figured the speech was over and opened his eyes. He glanced at the winged podium where Morvick was still standing. Draco flinched as if he’d been pinched when his eyes met the headmaster’s. He could feel the headmaster's magic in that gaze. Pressing his lips into a thin line, Draco held his gaze before the older man broke the stare. Draco didn’t feel like eating anymore, he wanted nothing more than to slink back to the dungeons and curl up in Zabini’s arms.

“Damn, I think he means every word he’s said so far.” Zabini said quietly as Morvick announced that dinner was served. “It’s not like the other houses will follow his orders, it would be nice though.”

Draco nodded silently as he pulled apart a roll that Zabini had placed onto his plate. He hunger was slowly returning and there was no raw red meat to quell his hunger.

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