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The Fallen Lion	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22455 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Six
A Long Night
A few weeks had passed since Harry had come to live with Draco and Severus. September had left, blending over into October. The three wizards had settled into a routine. Harry would wake early every morning to make breakfast with Tippy. Draco and Severus would come down and join Harry for breakfast in which Harry took his potions. Then Draco, who had returned to work, would leave for the Ministry.
While Draco was away at the Ministry, Severus divided his time between his research on Harry’s potion & past and time spent with Harry. Sometimes, Harry would go into town with him. Other times, he would go outside and work on the garden with Tippy. Occasionally, Draco would go home to have lunch with Harry and Severus. Evenings were spent in each other’s company reading, discussing the day, or watching a movie.
Harry didn’t have nightmares every night, but he had them often enough that a spell was cast on him. It was a spell that would alert Draco or Severus when he was in the throes of a nightmare. It allowed them to calm him and wake him. There was only one other time where Harry managed to hurt himself.
Severus was still working on reproducing the potion Harry had concocted to kill himself. The help from Kingsley had provided some support, but he had yet to make the same exact potion. The two wizards had gathered enough information on Harry’s past to figure out that whatever was going on with Harry started with Ginerva Weasley. Severus had made the mistake in asking Harry outright about Ginny.
Actually, all he had done was say the witch’s name. Harry, who had been working in the kitchen at the time, had frozen and dropped the bowl he had been mixing something in. He had gone into full shutdown mode. He had scampered as far away from the wizard as he could get. He refused to let even Tippy console him.
Harry had hidden himself away in his room. However, later that day, he came down the stairs with Draco. Severus wasn’t sure what his lover had done to calm the brunette down, but he wasn’t too fussy considering it worked.
“Do you know just how ugly that divorce was?” Draco asked.
He didn’t. Draco and Severus had decided to split up the research. Severus was reading up on his past before the war; Draco, the five years after the war. Severus pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the dirty laundry hamper.
“Did Harry not find a decent lawyer? He should have been able to hire a good one,” Severus said as he headed into the bathroom.
Draco shook his head from his seated place on the end of the bed.
“No, Potter had a good lawyer. Weasley dragged him through the trenches, making changes and demands at every blink of the eye. I feel sorry for Potter.” Draco growled. “Bitch dragged the divorce out over a period of six months.”
From inside the bathroom, Severus winced. Typical magical divorces only lasted a few weeks. Six months was unheard of. Looking in the mirror, Severus noticed some of the flubberworm guts had eaten through his shirt and was on his skin. Not dangerous on skin, but foul to the sense of smell.
Severus walked back to poke his head out the bathroom door. Over his lover’s head he could see and hear the raging thunderstorm. It had started only a few minutes ago.
“Dragon?”
Draco looked up and over at him.
“Would you mind checking on Harry? I need to shower,” Severus said.
“Sure, Sev.”
Draco was only wearing pajama bottoms so he donned a shirt before leaving. He walked down the long hall to the guest room Harry was staying in. He used the lit end of his wand to guide him down the dark hallway. He stopped outside the bedroom and politely knocked.
“Potter? Are you awake?”
When he didn’t get an answer, Draco cracked the door open and slipped in. When he moved across the room, there was a giant flash of light outside the window. It revealed that Potter’s bed was not only empty, but still made. Draco looked around the room and even under the bed. No Potter.
“Nox. Point me Harry Potter.”
His wand led him to the walk-in closet. He turned the lights on and looked around for the missing wizard.
“Potter?” he called.
He heard a rustling sound and he whipped around.
“Potter?” he called again.
C-C-CRACK! He heard a loud thump from a back corner of the closet. Going into Unspeakable mode, Draco dropped down low and quickly moved towards the sound. What he found shocked him so much his wand dropped from his hand.
Harry was curled up as small as possible in the very back corner of the closet. His legs were curled up to his chest. His hands were crushing his ears to his head while waves of tears were flowing down his face. When another roll of thunder and crack of lightning erupted, Harry curled even further into himself with whimpers.
It’s the storm. He’s terrified of the storm, Draco said to himself.
He realized, in those few seconds, that Potter was more terrified by the storm than his nightmares. He tried to move in closer, but Potter released an unholy scream. He pushed himself against the corner of the wall, shaking his head violently back and forth. Draco froze.
Potter wasn’t going to let him anywhere near him. He didn’t want to cast any spells, for fear that Potter might not react well to that, either. He had to figure out something fast. If he left to retrieve Severus or even Tippy, Draco knew Potter would hurt himself.
“Harry.”
In between whimpers, Harry somehow managed to hear the quiet whisper. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Kneeling down a few feet away from him, Draco had his arms up in a non-threatening manner. There was a deeply worried look on his face. It registered in Harry’s mind that the blonde wasn’t a figment of his imagination; he was there.
Draco fell backwards onto his butt when Harry launched into his arms. Harry’s arms latched around him while his face hid into his chest. Draco’s arms automatically wrapped around the frightened wizard, his one hand coming up to soothe over the wizard’s back.
“It’s okay, Harry. It’s only a storm. It’ll be over soon,” Draco promised.
The body on his lap quivered with fright as another series of rumbles and cracks filled the air. Deep down, Draco knew that no amount of whispers or soothing touches would calm the distraught wizard.
“Come, Harry. You’re staying with us tonight.”
After retrieving his wand, Draco carefully pulled both of them to their feet. Leaning heavily on the blonde, Harry walked alongside Draco as they left the bedroom. Harry rubbed at his face with the hand that wasn’t leaning on Draco.
C-C-CRACK! Suddenly, Harry wasn’t leaning on him. Instead he was clinging to Draco like a small child. Draco brought one arm down under Harry to lift him higher up into his arms as his legs wrapped around him. Harry’s arms were wound around his neck and his face buried in Draco’s neck. He was shaking with true fear in the blonde’s arms.
Draco patted Harry on the back while murmuring reassurances to him. The younger wizard was shockingly light in his arms. It was no trouble at all to continue walking with the brunette in his arms.
“Shh. It’s okay, Harry.”
When they came into the bedroom, Draco could hear Severus still in the shower. That was good. He wouldn’t want his lover to come out with nothing on and discover the other wizard in the room. He sent his Patronus into the bathroom to tell his lover what was going on. His message now sent, Draco put his wand away and maneuvered the two of them onto the bed.
The storm was still raging outside, pelting the windows with a sea of water. Draco lay down on his back in the center of the bed. Harry was curled into his side with one arm tucked around himself and the other stretching out across Draco’s stomach. Harry’s head rested on Draco’s chest, moving up and down as Draco breathed.
Draco’s closest arm to Harry pulled him up close his side while the other came across so he could smooth a hand over Harry’s hair. Thunder rolled over the skies outside and Harry’s trembling started up again. Draco rolled to his side and pulled Harry as close as he could get.
“Nothing’s going to hurt you, Harry. The storm will be over soon. Shh,” Draco whispered.
He never even heard Severus leave the bathroom. He just suddenly felt the bed dip down behind Harry and when his head snapped up, he caught his lover’s eye. Severus leaned down and whispered softly to Harry so he didn’t jump when another hand came down on his shoulder. Draco watched Severus slip his wand out and tap it across Harry’s back.
Draco realized what spell he had cast when the body in his arms relaxed. Severus put his wand away and rested on his side behind Harry, offering any support he could. They thought they had him calm enough to help him fall asleep when it happened.
All the sudden, the mother of all lightning bolts struck. The windows rattled with the force of the bolt. Harry’s muscles were tensed back up as he reattached himself to Draco’s body. Draco made a tiny groan in protest. Harry didn’t know just how torturous it was for Draco to have the raven-haired wizard in his arms…in his bed…between him and his lover.
Severus scooted back and began running his hand up and down Harry’s back. He started digging his fingers and knuckles in, helping to relax the muscles along the wizard’s back. Draco continued murmuring to Harry while stroking his hair. With the lightning and thunder fading away in the background, they managed to coax Harry into falling asleep.
Not long behind him, the two wizards followed him into the land of Nod. Only a few hours later, Draco woke up to find his arms empty. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Draco detected a familiar whimpering sound. When he lifted his head, Draco found his lover sitting up against the headboard with the Savior cradled in his lap. Harry had Severus’ shirt in a tight grip while he laid his head against his chest. He was whimpering and murmuring silent words with his eyes still closed; almost as if trying to block out the rest of the world.
Draco glanced at the window. It was still lightly raining out, but he couldn’t hear thunder or lightning. Severus answered his silent question with one word.
“Nightmare.”
Draco had to fight the urge to throw his arms up or flop back on his back. This was turning into the longest night ever. Despite his exhaustion, Draco sat up and gestured for Severus to pass his load over. He was surprised when the older wizard passed him over without any protest.
“He was pressing painfully on my bladder,” Severus offered as an answer.
The Potions Master stood up with a wince. He rounded around the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A sleepy Draco produced a jaw-popping yawn while tucking Harry’s head under his chin. Without realizing it, his hand slipped under Harry’s shirt to splay out over his lower back. He rubbed at the bare skin with his thumb running circles over the spine.
Harry’s whimpering quieted and his grip on Draco’s shirt slackened. He fell back into a more peaceful sleep. Feeling the sleep setting in, Draco moved them to lay down with Harry resting on top of him. His shirt rode up so Draco stroked his hand across more skin.
At this point, he was beyond exhausted. He accepted the fact that it felt very nice having the younger, smaller wizard so close. He was still unsure of how his lover would react to this fact. Draco leaned his head down to breathe in Harry’s unique scent and press a soft kiss to the top of his head. Deep in his thoughts, Draco didn’t hear Severus return.
Draco jolted when another hand came down to cover his; the hand on Harry’s back. His eyes locked with that of his lover. The worry in his own eyes faded when he saw understanding and acceptance in the coal black eyes. Severus laid back down, wrapping an arm over the both of them to pull them close. Severus leaned over to kiss Draco on the cheek then Harry on top of the head.
“You just know everything, don’t you?” Draco softly murmured.
Severus chuckled.
“Don’t worry, Dragon. I agree with you. He is nice to hold,” Severus said, reaching up to smooth strands of hair out of Harry’s face.
Draco shivered while shifting the body in his arms. Severus reached up to turn his face to him to press a warm kiss to his mouth.
“When he’s better, Dragon,” Severus murmured.
Draco smiled. He had a feeling Severus was going to say that. And he agreed. He fell asleep with the knowledge that his lover wasn’t mad with him and Harry was sleeping peacefully.
Several hours later, barely after one in the morning, he found himself jerking his arms away from Harry and rolling off the bed. He bolted into the bathroom and quickly found himself on his knees praying to the porcelain goddess. He wasn’t sure what made him sick, but it tore through his stomach something fierce. Unknown to him, Severus remained sleeping while Harry woke up.
Hearing the sounds from the bathroom, Harry immediately sat up and slid off the bed. He padded into the bathroom and leaned down to pull Draco’s hair back out of his face. Draco coughed up the last bit, gasping for breath. He recognized that the hands helping him were smaller like his.
“Get…Sev,” he choked out before his stomach erupted again.
Harry scuttled back into the bedroom and over to the side of the bed Severus was closest to. Harry reached down to grasp Severus’ shoulder and shook him. Severus’ eyes popped open.
“Hmm? Harry…wh-?” Severus mumbled, pulling himself to sit up.
Harry pointed to the bathroom while patting his stomach. That combined with echoes from the bathroom, Severus was able to put two and two together. He threw the covers off and jumped to his feet. He followed Harry into the bathroom where he tended to his sick lover.
After he finished emptying his stomach, they helped him to his feet. Severus cast freshening and cleaning charms to rid Draco of the horrid taste. Harry flushed the toilet and sprayed the room with some febreeze he found under the bathroom sink. Severus had Harry take Draco back to the bed while he disappeared downstairs to grab a potion for his lover’s stomach.
Draco flopped down on his back with a pained groan. He was beyond grateful when Harry crawled onto the bed but lay beside him. It felt good when the brunette rubbed small circles over his stomach. He lay his head down on Draco’s arm, trying to make the blonde feel better. Draco surprised Harry by sliding his arm around to pull Harry flush up against his side. Harry hesitantly lay his head down on Draco’s shoulder as he continued rubbing the circles.
When Severus returned with the potion, Draco sat up and downed it without question. Harry tried to sneak away to go back to his own room. However, Draco snagged his waist and yanked him back down. Draco didn’t offer any explanations so Harry just lay back down and fell back asleep.

/……/

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Harry strolled through the woods with a large basket in hand. He had woken early and managed to crawl out of bed without waking the two older wizards. He appreciated all that they had done for him and wanted to show his appreciation. So Harry was wandering out on the path through the woods, gathering ingredients for potions.
He had several good specimens in jars and sealed bags. One of the things he had found was freshly shed snake skin. He stopped on the pathway and pulled on a pair of thick gloves as he carefully pulled up some mushrooms. He picked up an empty jar, placed the mushrooms in and sealed the jar.
Harry pulled the gloves off to place them back in the basket. Holding the basket in the crook of his arm, Harry continued down the path. Suddenly, he froze. Harry tilted his head as he thought he heard some whinnying. Stepping off the path, Harry followed the sounds until he reached a large meadow.
There was a small herd of unicorns, grazing leisurely. There was a small, dusty white foal with long, flowing mane. Harry knew it to be young by the way it trotted around the others and its lack of a horn. Harry stiffened when the foal’s eyes locked onto him. Without a care in the world, the baby unicorn did a light jog over to him.
Harry slowly knelt down, placing the basket down on the ground. He stayed in his kneeling position as the foal approached. Carefully, Harry stretched his arm out palm down. The foal’s tiny nostrils moved up as he sniffed the air and at Harry’s hand. He dropped his head down and popped up under Harry’s hand. When the foal brought his head up, he made Harry’s hand touch his nose.
Harry slid his hand up the unicorn’s muzzle to its forehead and ears. He scratched the back end of the foal’s ear. The foal whinnied happily, shaking its head about like the playful foal he obviously was. Harry was surprised when the foal moved about around him, urging him to his feet. The foal pushed him in the back with its head.
Harry grew nervous as the foal pushed him over the unicorns. Unicorns who were big enough and strong enough to put a world of hurt on him. To his surprise, the older unicorns lifted their heads, each requesting to be petted. He spent quite some time with the unicorns. They allowed him to take strands of their mane, shavings from a horn and even pieces of their hooves.
When Harry finally departed, the foal tried to follow, but its mother corralled him. The foal whinnied after him as if calling a goodbye to him. With a basket full of various specimens, Harry wandered back to the house. He was startled when a clearly upset Potions Master snagged him by the arm when he came inside the house.
“Do you know how worried I was? No note, no signs of you anywhere in the house…where were you?” Severus demanded.
He was surprised when Harry held out the basket. He took it from him and looked at its contents. Severus was a smart man. He realized that instead of simply cooking breakfast like usual, this was Harry’s way of thanking him for last night. Holding the basket in the crook of his arm, Severus brought his other hand up to run the back of his knuckles across Harry’s cheek and neck. He held the side of Harry’s neck gently with his thumb running up and down gently. Harry shivered with the touch, but didn’t pull away.
Severus stepped close and made sure Harry was looking up at him before speaking.
“I appreciate you collecting these for me, especially since these unicorn parts look very fresh. But next time leave a note, okay? Believe it or not, Draco and I are growing quite fond of having a lion about the house,” Severus told him.
Harry’s mouth moved up into a smile. He nodded in understanding. He hadn’t been thinking when he left the house. A note should have been left for them.
“Draco is still not feeling well. I moved the television up to the room for him. Would you mind keeping him company for a while?”
Harry nodded. He reached up to squeeze Severus’ arm before ducking under his arm and making his way upstairs. Severus watched him go with a fond smile on his face.
Maybe you are just what we needed, Severus thought silently.
End of Chapter Six
A Long Night
Author’s Note: Hi, readers and reviewers! You are getting a bonus of two chapters…because I will be gone for a while. I’m going on family vacation and won’t be updating for a few weeks. I’ll still be doing a little work on the new chapter, but no posting for a while.
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