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Harry and Draco's Great Adventure	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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The next day found Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron scrounging the nondescript bookshop for info on Merlin...Well, valid info anyway.

While a bit dreary, the bookstore was huge and well known. Many people strolled about, glancing at book titles and browsing the insides. Bookstores like this were made for entertainment, not information.

Harry sighed in frustration. Most of the books on Merlin over-glorified the man and were all biased. When they first arrived, Harry was kind of excited. Draco, as always, thought it was stupid but was otherwise indifferent. Hermione was excited to go to a library in general. Ron...well, calling Ron 'excited' would be the understatement of the year.

As it neared noon, Harry grew more and more irritated. They started at eight in the morning, much to Hermione's nagging, and going four hours straight in a dusty old library with no food, looking for a damned book with the right information on that bastard Merlin was taking its toll on Harry. He didn't really care if he was the 'reincarnation' of Merlin or not. The only reason he was here was mainly because he liked Hermione and Ron; he wanted to be their friends.

Groaning, Harry stood; stretching the kinks out his back. Looking up, the raven haired man scanned the area. Master Snape had always told him to stay on alert and his other instructor, Mad Eye Moody, always yelled at him 'Constant Vigilance!'. Years of having random things thrown at him, turning corners only to be run back scared shitless, and other indescribable things happening to him left Harry paranoid every once in a while.

Noticing a certain red haired man, Harry opened his mouth to call out to him when he was interrupted by a triumphant shout. Whipping around, already in fighting mode, Harry noted Hermione holding up a huge, dusty book; waving him and the others over. Sighing, Harry rose from his fighter's stance and made his way to the she-demon.

I really have to lose the paranoia for I accidentally kill someone...I mean, an innocent person. Banishing his dark thoughts, Harry reached Hermione and gave her a reserved, fakely bright smile. From the woman's shy smile and blush, she obviously bought it, but Draco-who arrived a second after Harry-was not so easily fooled and stared at Harry.

Eager to change the focus of attention away from himself, Harry turned back to Hermione and gave her another small smile. "From your shout, I'm guessing you found something."

"Oh, thank Godric. I'm starving."

Giving Ron a scowl at his offhanded comment, Hermione eagerly opened the book to a tabbed page. "Yes! A legitimate book that has great info on Merlin. Hogwarts, A History. Ah! Here we are." With a smug grin, Hermione turned the book to face Harry and the other two. Inside was a picture of...Harry?

Through his daze, Harry barely heard Draco mutter, "Bloody fucking hell..."

~~Bout half a hour later~~

"Whoever said this place was people friendly, no matter your race, was terribly wrong." Harry growled out, glaring at the gawking lady a few tables over. Surely it wasn't that weird seeing them all together.

They were, at the moment, in Fortescue's enjoying ice cream and biscuits as a small victory party for finding the right book on Merlin. Many rumors on the place boasted its friendly atmosphere and respect of privacy. But, going from all the stares the were getting, that rule must not have applied to them.

Draco had immediately wanted to return to the inn and eat there but Harry, ever the stubborn mule, insisted they stayed there and deal with. He did not want to be fazed by some stupid people gaping at him. Ron agreed with him, eager to try Fortescue's famously delicious ice cream. It made Hermione no difference as she had her nose buried in Hogwarts, A History since Harry bought the book.

Ron looked up, ice cream coating his face. When he found out Harry was paying, he immediately gorged himself on some chocolatey goodness."Yeah well, a least the ice cream's good."

Harry ignored him, instead bristling at the idiot people on the street slowing down to stare at them. He was this close to jumping up and tearing a few heads off. The only thing that stopped him was Draco's hand on his thigh, restraining and arousing him at the same time. He was really beginning to regret choosing to stay there instead of heading back to the inn.

By now, they could have eaten and been doing more researching on the so-called Merlin. And after that, Harry could have been ravishing Dray. Thinking of the young elf below him, pale flesh all flushed and those plump, pink lips wet and parted to let in those ragged gasps-...

Harry sat up straight, a small shudder running through his body. Bad, bad thoughts, Harry. Dray's still a innocent little thing. You can't do that to him. You can't taint him. The night before, they didn't go all the way though Draco wanted to badly. But Harry knew that was only lust and frustration in the young boy.

Dray was only fifteen years old; a boy going through puberty was a touchy subject-both literally and metaphorically. Harry was older and definitely more experienced. He was the good little heroic man he pretended to be in front of others. His master was a harsh man, teaching Harry the harder ways of life.

Harry's done some pretty bad things in his life, a lot of them on purpose. That's why it's so hard for him to kill someone when he tries to save another. He also knows about the pleasures of life. He knew what sex was like, good or bad, with man or woman, all consenting. It was hard for him to not take Dray when the boy was practically throwing himself naked in Harry's lap.

The thought of a naked Draco in his lap sent another shiver through Harry and this time Draco noticed, turning towards hi with an innocent snile on his face. "Harry? You okay?" The foxy little elf asked him quietly, careful not to alert Ron and Hermione. The sneaky hand crept dangerously closer to Harry's crotch, stopping right before touching it.

Harry growled softly in response. Draco's smile grew sly and he leaned forward, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes seductively. "Is there...something I can help you with?" He purred.

Fortunately-or unfortunately-some idiot guy walks up to their table, grinning hugely and looking back to his friends, who egg him on encouragingly. The guy is total douche status, staring openly them and giving Harry a cocky, I'm-totally-better-than-you grin.

"So, like, yeah. Can I, like, get a picture with you guys. Because your, like, totally cool looking and my girl wouldn't, like, believe me if I said I met a demon and elf together with, like, humans and all. So if its cool?" Without waiting for any of their consents, the guy signals one of his friends over and whips put a camera; coming to pose next to Harry, who he was closest to, with an arm around the black-haired mans shoulder.

At that, Harry snapped. He was already pissed at the glances everyone's stares and frustrated at Draco's cock teasing. He grabbed the douche guy by his collar, pulling him close and effectively choking off some of his air. The guy whimpered slightly, all with good reason.

Twice, it was mentioned of Harry's transformation from Sex God to God of Death by one Mr. Draco Malfoy. But both statements were mistaken. You see, Draco has only seen Harry merely frustrated to the verge of anger, but never has he seen the man completely furious.

Using his 6'5 height to his advantage, Harry easily lifted the man off his feet by his collar; pulling the poor guy close to his face to snarl menacingly into it. A vein in his neck throbbed and the air around him crackled and snapped threateningly. Unconsciously, Harry emitted a deathly air, challenging anyone to come closer and stop him.

He completely forgot about Draco, Ron, and Hermione, instead opting to focus on the man held in his fist. He was thinking of ways to slowly torture the bastard. His darker, blood thirsty side was out and it wouldn't go back easily without tasting blood. He cocked back a fist, magic swirling around it, preparing to knock the cocky little bastard to hell and back. Take your little picture then, asshole.

Harry released his fist, letting it snap forward; he was eager to see blood spilled. A blur flashed by him and a shout of a familiar voice called his name. "Harry! Don't!" Two small, slender hands circled his wrist; they strained to stop his fist. The touch was familiar, making Harry pause right before his fist connected with a face.

The whimpering man was still held by his fist, but someone stood in front of him, blocking Harry's fist from hitting him. Someone familiar. Harry blinked, head clearing. He let out a shocked gasp.

In front of him was Draco, Harry's fist less than a inch from his nose. He looked at Harry, confusion and concern in eyes. But that's not what Harry saw. Harry saw the fear there, barely hidden but definitely there. That look made both of Harry's hands unclench and drop, effectively ridding the threat and releasing his victim.

At Harry's movement, Draco flinched slightly; his fear becoming more prominent in his eyes. The reaction made Harry take a step back, hurt and angry. He was angry at himself for showing that side of him. His darker side. The side that he hated with a passion. In a brief lapse, his actions banished all trust Draco had with him.

Draco only cared for him so much because of his honesty about everything. But Harry didn't tell him about his other, true side. In truth, he practically lied to Draco the whole time. Guilt tore through his body and he looked around frantically.

Hermione had dropped the book at the commotion and now stared at Harry, fear in her eyes. Ron was the same, ice cream dripping from the spoon frozen in midair by his hand. The small crowd that had gathered back away slowly, afraid that Harry would turn on them. Harry then remembered the last thing Snape had told him before he left:

They were in the study, a fire crackling merrily in the fireplace. Harry sat on his knees, his katana balancing delicately on his lap. A packed knapsack sat beside him, ready for travel. His master, Severus Snape, sat in a large armchair near the fireplace, nursing a shot of firewhiskey while staring intently at Harry. Said boy, being only 15-the same age as Draco when he ran away-fidgeted at the scrutinization.

"Boy, I have raised you. I have trained you. I have watched you grow, watched you develop a personality. And I have told you to do what you believe is best. Now, you believe you are ready to trek throughout the world to converse with others and learn knew things. But I will tell you now." Snape sat forward, his glass of whiskey gone and his fingers now interlaced. His black eyes burned with something Harry did not recognize.

"Never, no matter what, grow attached to someone. You are different from others, Harry. Indeed, a large heart beats in your chest, ready to help. But, and I say this as the man who has watched you grow, there is an inner darkness in you. A darkness that has no morals, no limits. It takes what it wants, when it wants it." Snape sat back, regret clear on his face.

"I have tried to discreetly train you to control that side of yourself, but I have learned that there is no way to control it. That side is the real you and this timid, helpful person that you act as is merely a character you have unconsciously created to hide your true self." His master paused.

"B-but, how could this be? Why are you only telling me this now? I-I don't want to be that way. That-that thing." Of course, Harry already knew of his other side and desperately attempted to hide it from his beloved master. He hated that side of him; he wished it would go away forever.

"Harry, the reason I am only just telling you this now is because I realized I cannot keep you sheltered forever. You have made up your mind to go travel and I won't change it. I tell you to never grow attached because if one day your other side comes out, and you haven't already told your partner, they might fear you." Snape slipped out of his chair to kneel in front of Harry and grab his hands, love and sadness shining in his eyes. "Alas, I fear, because of their sudden fear for you, the darkness will consume you and you will no longer be Harry everyone knows, but your true self. And that side of you feels no emotion. It doesn't understand."

Harry blinked back tears, "So what? I'll become a blood thirsty monster?"

Snape said nothing but bowed his head. The action was answer enough for Harry and he sobbed for the first time in his life.

The memory fresh in his mind, Harry backed away slowly. Horror and guilt cloud his face as he looked at Draco. The blond elf stared back in alarm. Whether for him or the people apparently in danger, Harry did not know. Suddenly feeling sick, Harry turned and ran, ignoring his name being called.

He ran and ran, not knowing where he was going. He stopped when he reached two magnificent wrought iron gates, closed to make a huge H. Curiously, Harry pushed the gates open with a slight creak. A long winding road led him to a stone castle. Instead of entering, Harry made his way of the trail.

He walked aimlessly till he reached a glistening lake. Stopping at the edge, Harry stared gloomy into the water. A plethora of tentacles suddenly appeared to great him, waving delicately at him. It was a very peaceful scene. So peaceful, in fact, that Harry contemplated suicide just to rid of the torment inside of him.

"I don;t think that would be such a grand idea, my boy." A kindly, old voice sounded behind him. Harry turned slowly to see a elderly man smiling at him. Wisdom twinkled behind his eyes and a long gray beard hid half his face. Equally long and gray hair hair fanned out from under a wizards hat. Though he didn't look it, the man excluded power from what Harry could sense.

"Ahh, excuse me. How rude of me. My name is Albus Dumbledore." Pain shot through Harry. Those words were very much similar to the ones he said to Draco the first day they met.

"Harry. Harry Potter." he said quietly, turning away from Dumbledore to look back into the water longingly.

Dumbledore walked to stand next to him."Well, Mr. Potter. Death is never the answer, no matter the situation."

Sudden, red hot fury tore through Harry and he turned with a snarl to Dumbledore. "What do you know, old man?! Seventeen years I spent-Seventeen years! I spent them without any friends. That is, unless you count the man who raised me. After I was thrown away by the only blood relatives I have left! And then I met Draco! And you know what I did?! I betrayed his trust! The only thing he counted on from me and I completely destroyed it!" Tears ran down his face and he sobbed loudly. "What do I have left? I'm a monster! I take pleasure in wanting to hurt others. I want to bathe in their blood." He collapsed on the ground.

Dumbledore crouched down beside him, unperturbed. "Ahhh. I remember a long time ago. Back when I was a little rascal. Couldn't be any older than eight. A man who looked just like you had the same problems. He was good friends with my father and spent much time at our house, confessing all his problems to my father. I, being the brat that I was, listened in every time he came by." Dumbledore sat down, sighing slightly in relief. Harry looked at him, anguish forgotten.

"This man, you see, was extremely strong. Feline silent, with a knack appearing out of nowhere in front of his enemies. He was stronger than five men and fast than the fastest demon. It didn't hurt that he was also terribly good looking. Long inky black, curly locks held back by a white bandana. Bright green eyes and the tannest skin you'll ever see. His favored weapon a long katana with a carved jade hilt." Harry gasped silently. He was talking about Merlin! Harry remember the description from the book, Hogwarts A History.

"But, you see, this man was in love. Enraptured with a gorgeous elf woman of the fairest blond hair and eyes bright as quicksilver. A spunky woman she was, terribly loyal and a deep hatred for phonies. She loved those of honesty and truthfulness. This man tried his hardest to stay true to her, but he could not bring himself to tell her his deepest, darkest secret.

You see, the side of this man everyone knew was the heroic, happy man who tried his damnest to protect others. He had a big heart but it was shadow by darkness. Alas, his true self was a crazed, blood thirsty killer, devoid of all emotion. I heard all of this, from easedropping on him and my father. He was heart broken; he did not know if should tell her or not. But on e day made up his mind for him." Dumbledore's eyes grew sad.

"I remember the day clearly, that man came to our home, panicking and covered in blood. He had taken his love on a date. A dinner and a moonlit stroll. But earlier that day, he felt different. His mood was terrible and he grew frustrated easily. He attempted to control his emotions for his beloved. But as the night wore on, his emotions only grew worse, bubbling inside him. It didn't help that men were staring openly at the elf woman. But one man went to far.

The poor man reached out to grab his love and he snapped. The man lost his hand. Other men near by who were staring at the elf lost other limbs. Some died, others didn't. When the blood thirsty man came to, he could only stare, shocked, at the carnage he created. His beloved stood in the middle of it, horror on her face and blood on her dress. When he tried to step towards her, she ran away immediately. Rage consumed him and he went into a killing fit. Many people died that night." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "Mr. Potter, I'm sure you can guess who this man was?"

"Merlin."Harry breathed, eyes wide. Merlin had the same problem as him! Dumbledore nodded somberly.

"Indeed. When my father heard this story, he immediately helped Merlin. Cleaned him up and fed him, then sent him to bed. Merlin was only about seventeen when this happened to him. Many years he spent in my home, counseled by my father, until he learned to control his darkness. It never fully went away and could easily be triggered. But when it did, he had more control of it than he did before, on that night. He didn't kill anyone ever again and instead chose to help people to the fullest. That is the Merlin most know. Only very, very few now of Merlin's true nature."

Dumbledore looked into the lake thoughtfully. He then conjured some tea. Pouring himself and Harry a cup, he continued. "Merlin was a very strong wizard. Did the impossible more than once. He grew wiser with each person he helped. And as the years passed, the less his darkness appeared. He decided to pay his old love a visit. He had kept tabs on her for very long time. She was married with two lovely children. But one could not say she was happy. She still loved Merlin but was afraid of him, not because of his darkness but because she did not know if he had found his true self." He took a sip from his tea.

"When he suddenly appeared, a bright smile on his face, she could feel nothing but relief and love. He told her the truth, everything. And you know what she did? She accepted him. She knew he was more in control of himself and was there to support him. But they couldn't be together. She was still as loyal as ever and would not break of her marriage. He understood and they became very close friends till they died."

Harry looked down. He understood why Dumbledore told him this. He had to tell Draco the truth before he killed someone. He needed help. Someone to support him through it all. "I-I understand why you are telling me all this sir, but what if he doesn't believe me of he's to afraid to come near me and hear me out? I-I don;t think I can handle it if he denies me."

Dumbledore stood, helping Harry up with a surprisingly strong grip. He looked over the raven haired man's shoulder. a twinkle in his eye. "I think I'll let him answer that himself."

Harry whipped around to see Draco standing a little ways off, panting harshly and looking at them in determination. He stood straight and began to walk towards them."Harry! Please, wait!"

Harry took a step back, afraid he would hurt his companion. Dumbledore laid a wizened hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up to see the old man smiling down at him. "Don't be afraid. Talk to him. Tell him the truth." He gave Harry's shoulder one last squeeze before walking away just as Draco reached him.

They stared at each other for a moment, nervous. Draco took a step forward, reaching out. Harry skittered back, shaking his head violently. "D-don't! Just stay there, Draco."

Draco looked at him, hurt and shocked that Harry had used his given name. "Harry, listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look at you that way." He stepped forward again and Harry backed away.

"No, I'm sorry." He took a deep breath. "I should have told you from the beginning. Listen, sit down. I have a lot to tell you..."
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