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Something Lost and Something Found	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gone
- 2-Pain
- 3-Seamless
- 4-Numb
- 5-Haywire
- 6-The beginning
- 7-Lie
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter-6
The Beginning
Draco chooses Potter's dimly lit study for the meeting. Potter has a will of a saint. He makes her feel special. Draco is no longer wary of him. She has started trusted him. She also knows that she can longer spend her time sulking and brooding over what happened. Had it effected only her, it would have been fine but she knows that Potter can't tolerate it. The way he claimed to want to burn the house alongwith them was as frightening as it was beautiful. That someone would care so much for her- she had never imagined to have that someone.
This meeting- she wants to ask some things from father. She wants to know why he did what he did. She wants to know if she ever meant anything to him. She is waiting by the window, settled on a rocking chair, staring at the gloomy sky. It's raining today morning and although Draco loves this weather, today she just feels sad.
Something shifted between Potter and herself yesterday night. Before yesterday she hadn't wanted to tell anything to him. But then - after what he said - the words just tumbled out of her mouth. She would have told everything to him, except she knows that others deserve to know everything too, considering the fact that they are going to have to tolerate her mood swings and irrational rage or extreme sadness for the next few months, until she recovers.
She can't forget anything but she can try to heal. She had thought that no-body cared enough but it turns out that Potter does and so do his best friends. It was a surprise really, the way Granger kept on owling muggle story books to her and Weasley tried to contact her via floo. She heard that Severus has not stepped out of his lab for the past week, not even to meet Sirius, his new best friend.
Draco wonders how Severus will react once he knows the complete truth. Draco is scared that where everything else failed to break him, this will definitely do just that. She is terrified for mother too. They never knew what was going on right under their noses.
"Ahem." Someone clears his throat and Draco turns her face to witness father come inside. She sits upright and stops rocking, wondering why Harry let him-
Harry's sudden entrance breaks through Draco's musings and Draco resumes her rocking. She has put on a black mid-thigh length frock. It has white stripes and is quite comfortable. It's also muggle and father can go to hell for all she cares. She will wear whatever she feels like.
Five minutes later, she finds herself surrounded by her mother, Severus, Granger, Weasley and Sirius Black and of course Potter.
She stops rocking and settles on a couch right in front of the fireplace. She doesn't look at anyone and doesn't say anything. She presses her knees to her chest and stares at the fire burning inside the hearth.
"Draco." Mother whispers. Draco ignores her, wondering if this was a wrong decision after all.
"Draco, I am sorry." Father says. The man has the audacity to say sorry as if three words can eliminate her filth, her shame, her pain.
And then Harry settles down beside her. He doesn't touch her or anything. He just settles down.
A moment later, he murmurs, "I could just send them away. You could just tell me if you want. No need to tell everyone just yet."
His words give her the strength she needs to confront everything. Right from the starting, everyone saw her as a spoiled girl. She was the only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. She was the only one who would inherit his vast empire. According to them, Lucius Malfoy doted on his daughter. They believed that Lucius would do absolutely anything to keep his daughter safe. They believed that amongst her parents, her father loved her the most.
They believed what they wanted to. They saw what they wanted to. No-body dared to look beneath the surface. Maybe Dumbledore knew but then he just cared for the greater good. They believe that Riddle is dead. Voldemort is dead for sure but Riddle is very much alive. No-one knows that Riddle and Voldemort were two different beings and she was the one who had inadvertently helped Riddle. Lucius Malfoy was the one who started initiated everything. He used her innocence and love for himself and pushed her inside a pit so deep that she doesn't think she will ever get out of it.
"Dumbledore needs to be here to listen to this. I have wasted enough time. Please request his presence too." She murmurs and Granger walks out of the room wordlessly.
Draco doesn't know what makes her do it but she lays down on Potter's lap. He still doesn't touch her. She wonders if he will hate her once he realizes exactly what she has done.
Exactly three minutes later, Dumbledore walks inside. His presence is as usual calming and quiet and his magic is strong. His eyes are fixed on her, as if looking inside her very soul. When their eyes meet and he keeps on looking at her, she realizes that he feels guilty, though even he couldn't have done anything to avoid things. He probably didn't even know. He isn't god and father would have fought tooth and nail to get Draco back inside the manor, had Draco sought sanctuary from Dumbledore. The only one who could have helped was Potter and father ensured that Draco never knew about his desire to court her.
"It started when I was fifteen. That diary - that father dropped in Ginevra's bag in second year- it was fake. It was a ruse designed by Riddle and father. The real one- it was given to me in my fifth just after the dark lord was resurrected."
"What the actual fuck? That thing-" Weasley hisses.
"Yes Weasley. That thing was fake. It was designed to keep the order distracted. The horcruxes that you destroyed. They were all fake. Father gifted the real diary to me in my fifth year. It was supposed to be a birthday gift, a magic journal that would talk to me about everything, a secret friend. Actually, it was a trap, a well set trap designed by Tom Riddle. He is a mastermind, a genius, the inventor of timeturner. He can't be defeated."
"I don't understand. How is this possible. The time Turner was invented in 2005 -"
Draco cuts Granger off, "That's what you think."
"- our fifth year. It was one Thomas Resley and he-"
Draco sits up and leans against the couch before looking at the girl, "- and he disappeared right after he invented it. Isn't it strange?"
Albus Dumbledore is sitting rigidly on a chair, staring at her with horror. He has joined all the dots. Of course he has. Draco doesn't remember a single instance when she saw Dumbledore so horrified. Maybe he didn't know then, after all.
"Riddle is not a seer but he is the most intelligent wizard our world ever saw and he is brilliant at everything. He knew his future right from the starting from when he created the first horcrux." Draco murmurs. She looks back at the fireplace.
"So, it started when I was fifteen. A week was left -"
I stare at the diary, my heart in my throat. I have to return to Hogwarts in a week. I can't wait. The dark lord has turned this manor in his headquarters.
"Draco, how did you find your gift?" The dark Lord actually asked me. His disgusting hands are on my hair. He pulls the clip and lets them lose. I have never felt so dirty. He is stroking my hair like an adoring parent, except that his touch doesn't feel like a parent's.
" It- it is nice." I stutter.
"Stand up Draco." He commands and I stand up at once. My heart almost stops beating when I find him standing too close to me. He is a beast with no nose and ugly face and red eyes. I hate him and I am terrified of him. Why did father let him come inside my room.
He places his index finger on my lower lip and traces it.
I freeze.
"This diary is to be kept a secret Draco, a secret gift. Ensure that no one finds out about it."
"Yes my lord." I murmur and his eyes fall on my lips. He is literally threatening me. My heart is beating violently in my chest. What is this diary supposed to do ?
"Exquisite. You are exquisite Draco." He murmurs and swirls around before leaving. I rush to the bathroom to throw up.
Tbc
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