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Family Matters	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Hey guys, back with another chapter, sorry its taken me a year to update. I'm truely sorry, *gives puppy eyes* but I present this un edited short chapter for your enjoyment. Hopefully. Also please kindly give me feed back, it makes me all giddy inside knowing you read and enjoy what I'm writing.

Chapter 6:
Draco sat in his truck parked in the driveway of his uncle's house. Yes he could drive, he was born in January so he was a year older then most of his year mates and his father had insisted that he learned how to drive. He got his truck as a gift from his uncle on his sixteenth birthday.
He could not believe that Potter and Weasley ended up at the Walker's ranch. After loosing his parents in the war with Voldamort he bagged his uncle to take him away from England and all the bad memories. So his uncle took him out of his school and enrolled him in a one close to his new home, he will be starting come September.
After they arrived in the States, his uncle asked Mr. Walker senor if he could work on the ranch to keep him busy. His uncle was afraid he would fall into depression. Which he almost did, but thanks to the Walkers and some of the other handlers at the ranch he was able to start to get his life in order.
It was easily for him to fall into the routine at the ranch, he was already familiar with the place.
He and his parents had always accompanied his uncle back to the states for a month during the summer breaks since he was very young. Since his uncle was very good friends with the Walkers, his family did to after a time.
Now just when he’s slowly start to heal, Potter and Weasley had to show up and open a flood gate of emotions for him. He didn’t know how to deal with this. Hell he didn’t know how his uncle will deal when he tells him that the Potters, Weasley, Lupin and Black were at the ranch.
Sighing he got out of the truck and headed to the side door of the two story log cabin. He unlocked it and stepped in. The lights in the study was on, which he knew was not on earlier and figured his uncle was probably in there.
Draco kicked off his boots and stepped up onto the landing and moved further into the cabin.
“Uncle Sev are you here?” Draco called out.
“In the study,”
Draco took his time approaching the open door. He peeked inside and saw his uncle hunched over at his desk filled out paper work.
"How was your trip uncle?" Draco asked the potion master of Hogwarts.

"It was pathetic, the youngest Weasley, while trying to get Potter to like her, made an illegal unstable dark potion and burned down Black's house." Severus Snape grumbled putting his pen down. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh and looked towards his godson.

"How have you been?" he asked.

Draco shifted before entering the office and taking a seat in front of his uncle. He was debating with himself if he should tell him about who was at the ranch.

"I'm alright, and I haven't slit my wrists," Draco meant it as a joke but his uncle gave him a mild glare.

"I've had better days but I've had worst." Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Severus hummed taking a drink from his tea, eyeing his godson. He worried over the mental state of his ward, even though it's been a month since the death of his parents. That type of loss takes years to heal from.

"Walker Sr, wanted to know if you were coming by the ranch in the morning." Draco traced a pattern on the wooden arm of the chair.
Severus stared at his godson. “I am. But we’ll will take separate vehicles as I have an afternoon meeting with one of the local healers.”
Draco raised an eyebrow in question.
“Don’t give that look. I am not ill child. I am taking a new post over here.”
Draco held in a sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he would do if he had lost his godfather as well.
Severus looked to the large grandfather clock against the wall.
“It is time for us to retire for the night. We will need to be up early tomorrow.” Severus got to his feet and stretched easing some of his muscles that got pent up in the last two hours of being bent over doing paperwork.
“You are correct uncle.” Draco got to his feet and bid his godfather a good night.
Severus watched the young man head up the stairs to the bedrooms. He had a feeling that tomorrow will be tiring.
Harry woke with a start, sweat soaking his night clothes. His heart pounding against his rib cage.
His nightmare war about the final battle at the ministry. It was when Lucius and Narcissus Malfoy was brutally murdered. He could still feel Mr. Malfoy’s warm blood splattered across his face.
He hadn't had this nightmare for a couple of weeks not, but seeing Draco brought them back.
He looked out the window of his brother’s bedroom and saw that it was still dark out. He didn’t want to stay in the guess house when he could spend more time with his brother. He got out of the spare cot and headed out of the room. He sneaked through the quiet house, slipped on his shoes and headed out to the stables.
His breath frosted as he entered the stables.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks; someone was already in the stables. It was Geoff. He was grooming Shiver. He watched as the young man groom the horse.
“Instead of standing there, come over here and I’ll show you how to properly groom a horse.”

Geoff looked over his shoulder at Harry.
“How do you know that I don’t already know how to groom a horse.” Harry bristled.
Geoff raised an eyebrow.
“Do you?” He asked pausing in his movement. Shiver nayed and bumped Geoff to get him to continued brushing him.
Harry sighed “Okay so I don’t know, but you shouldn’t just assume.” Harry made his way over to Geoff and the horse. Once he was beside Geoff, the man handed him the brush.
“You want to go with his coat, they get annoyed when you don’t. Start from his shoulders and go to his flank.” Geoff instructed. “The brush you are using is a soft bristled brush that can be used for the face, legs and spine, which you cannot do when using a hard bristled brush.” Geoff explained leaning back against a stall and studying the teen.
Harry nervously started brushing Shiver. He felt the muscles under the brush quiver and became amazed, and slowly got over his nervousness.
He found grooming Shiver so relaxing that he was startled when Geoff spoke after five minutes of silence.
‘You couldn’t sleep could you?” Geoff asked uncrossing his arms and standing a little straighter.
Harry paused, “Not that it is any of your business, but no I could not.” Harry glared at the brush in his hand.
“Does it have anything to do with those scars on the back of your hand?” Geoff asked.
Harry moved his hand out of Geoff’s sight and said nothing.
“It’s alright to have nightmares about what happened to you. Everyone does.” Geoff pushed himself away from the stall and grabbed another brush and moved to the other side of Shiver.
They worked in silence for several minutes until Harry stopped and just stared at the horses back.
“Do you have nightmares?”
"Every night," Geoff stated staring out the stable doors.

Harry started to fiddle with the grooming brush.

"If you don't mind me asking, even though this is really personal and invasive and you don't need to answer, but what do you have nightmares about?" Harry spoke in a soft voice.

Geoff looked at the teen. "The iraqi war,"

Harry's head shot up. He had heard about the American war with the middle east when he was still in muggle school and followed some of the reports during the summer in-between his first four years at Hogwarts.

Geoff stared off into space as he recalled his time deployed over there.

"It all started when Erick and my parents were killed in the world trade center. When I was old enough I joined the arm forces to avenge my parents death. In my first two weeks in Iraq my platoon and I were ambushed and three of my fellow soldiers were killed. The fight didn't last long but the end result was devastating. My captain had his side blown out, a team mate had half his face missing and the other his back blown wide open. The ones that had attacked us were dead their blood splattered across the walls and pooling into the streets.” He took a breath,
“But that was just the beginning. Over my three years over there I saw many carnage and suffering. Some we had caused. War is not glamorous, far from it. Its inhuman, I’ve witness things that no one should have to, that almost made me stop believing in humanity and in myself.” Geoff ran a hand over his short hair. Harry noticed a large ugly red scar on the back of Geoff’s hand.
Harry bit his lip. He knew about war, he fought in one himself just a few months back. Even though it wasn’t very long, it still shook the Wizarding World down to its very foundation.
Geoff gave Harry a look. “Never be shamed into believe nightmares are for the weak willed. There is a reason we get them.”
Harry stared down at his hands. “How much do you know about Kabel, Rick and John?”
“You mean do I know that they have magic?”
Harry gave a startled look, but nodded. “I’ve known the second day I started working here. I know of magic since my time in the middle east. From my understanding there is different types of magic all over the world. I stumbled across my fair share of magic in the war.”
Harry nodded. He guessed that could happen, one couldn’t just go to another country start shooting in the streets without attracting the local magical users.
“Well I was in a magical war a few months back. Malfoy’s parents were fighting in it as well. They were murdered right in front of me,” Harry sat on a bale of hay just behind where he was standing. “Malfoy and I were constantly fighting while we were in school. I wouldn’t wish someone’s parents death on anyone. I know all to well the loss of loosing a parent. I had lost both until my dad was brought back. But the pain is still there.” Harry felt his eyes start to mist and his chest tighten.
“I hadn’t had a nightmare for about two weeks until I saw Malfoy yesterday. It brought the nightmares back. Every time I close my eyes, I see the dead lifeless eyes of his mother, her face still frozen with a silent plea. I can still feel, smell even TASTE his fathers blood on me, my face, soaking through my robes.” Tears started to slide down his face.
Geoff walked around the horse and knelt in front of Harry, he drew Harry into a hug and let the boy sob into his embrace. Geoff gritted his teeth, no child should have to see what Harry had saw, what Geoff saw and did. It was one of the reasons why he made damn sure Erick stayed out of the war.

TBC:

I'm so sorry it is so short. It was going great then a huge mental block. :S Hopefully next chapter will be better and longer. And please point out mistakes.
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