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Firework	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Title: Firework

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: LuciusxSeverus, mentions of past/unrequited NarcissaxRegulus, one-sided HarryxDraco?, mentions of TedxAndromeda

Summary: A little AU after the First Task for all his apparent forgiveness of Ron for abandoning him, he's incapable of forgetting. The Triwizard Tournament forced Harry to grow up and changed the way he looked and things as well as what he focused on. Complete AU from the day of the Third Task. Harry doesn't want to participate in the Tournament; he has said he has no wish to win. What happens when he refuses to search for the Triwizard Cup?

A/N: The title is in reference to the song by Katy Perry. If fit the story so well when it came on the radio after I took a dinner break while writing. Prior to that son play this fic had no name. Its just a random story idea that I couldn't shake but it seems to be shaping into a nice storyline.

Chapter 7- revealing dreams

Severus fire-called Lucius at the office, "I mean it Lucius, no more delays. We handed over both the Dark Lord and Pettigrew months ago. If Pettigrew is alive like Harry insisted then Black might be innocent. After all it was Pettigrew who clearly had the mark, Ronald Weasley's pet rat went missing. Harry and his little friends were always insisting Pettigrew was an unregistered animagus so perhaps Pettigrew really is the only one who could have betrayed Lily and James to their deaths. Black never had a trial and justice demands he have one. Regarding the Third Task I'm working myself to exhausting trying to brew all sorts of sleeping potions. Most of the students are suffering from nightmares regarding the murder or Cedric particularly Harry and Cedric's girlfriend Chang. You have to call an emergency meeting of the Board of Governors. We need a flock of those mind healers to counsel these children. I think because the governors approved this tournament that they should cover the expense."

Lucius nodded, "How is Draco? We made sure he saw a healer."

Severus smiled, "He's taken it better then most, as far as I can tell of course. I'm going to try an experiment with the students. I'll teach each year how to brew a type of sleeping potion; we'll test it during a double period. I'll need enough dream orbs so each student has one. I'll label them with the student's name and year. It might help the healers assess them. If nightmares will plague them even while under a sleeping potion so they show up clearly in a dream orb they need serious help."

"Did Harry see a mind healer this summer?"

Severus snorted, "Knowing Petunia? I doubt it."

"Draco mentions he spends the last few weeks with the Weasleys. Is it possible that they made sure he saw one?"

Severus shrugged, "Madam Pomfrey received no addendum to his file as she did Draco's and Chang's. The Weasleys may see needing to see a Mind Healer as a weakness. After Ginevra was under the influence of that Dark Artefact she should have seen a Mind Healer. I know she did not. She is lucky it didn't drive her insane. If we make it mandatory for her to see one now due to her witnessing the murder of Cedric her parents will have no choice."

"Very well. How many dream orbs do you need?" Lucius said agreeing without a touch of reluctance or shame.

Severus chortled, "How many do you think? You were a Head Boy, how many students did you have all together?"

Lucius muttered a number.

Severus nodded, "Exactly. I need a quarter of that number by tomorrow. The harder potions take longer so I'll start the upper years at once. Good day Lucius."

Lucius seemed to mutter a spell, dove head first into the fire and snogged him senseless. "You're extremely sexy when you're all bossy. If you'd ended up Head Boy I would have divorced Narcissa and grovelled at your feet."

Severus broke the kiss, "Who says I would have allowed you to be Bonded to me? No Malfoy had severed a Bonding in millennia."

"I love your mind and not your self-deprecating sense of self. We'll have to work on it."

"You've got no right to be romancing me when you're Bonded to her." Severus said shortly.

"Salazar's Cauldron. She won't even look at me. She held off our Bonding until after she graduated. She downed fertility potions to be sure she would conceive and chose her own room. When she isn't locked up in her music room or in bed she's out of the country."

Severus muttered, "Still cheating."

"It's not if she doesn't care and never wanted me in the first place." Lucius said as he closed the floo connection.

XoooooX

"Very well, we've been studying sleeping potions. Now it's time to test them. Each of you has an orb hovering over your desk. It's called a dream orb; it records what you dream while under the effects of the potion. You've each been given enough to take a short nap for over an hour. Then you will review the orb and write a short essay on the differences between normal sleep and this potion-induced nap. You may begin."

Harry appeared to have waited until the others were asleep before raising his hand.

Severus lifted an eyebrow, "Yes?"

Harry looked sheepish, "Professor, there isn't enough in this dose for me to be affected."

Severus glared at him, his old dislike of the boy flooding him. "Are you telling me that I don't know the strength of potions?"

Harry paled, "Of course not…" he seemed embarrassed or perhaps frightened, "it's just that I…"

Severus realized the answer, "My apologies. I had no idea you'd built up a tolerance so quickly."

Harry sighed, "It's fifth year. I've been taking them on and off for about four years."

Severus felt sick, Harry'd been taking sleeping potions for four years and he never noticed? Merlin! This was terrible. He swallowed, feeling oddly paternal towards the boy, "How much do you need?"

Harry held out his hand for the potion, most of the class with the exception of Draco had mostly drifted off to sleep immediately.

Severus reluctantly held out the bottle of potion, most needed three drops in juice to sleep. Draco needed four; he'd given Harry the same yet he'd said it wasn't enough.

Harry sipped the juice as if to judge the dose, closed his eyes and then opened them to add six more drops.

Severus stared, "You need that much to nap?"

Harry sighed, "My internal clock is always broken when I get here. It's too bright so I think I have to clean. I have to get dragged to meals because I don't realize it's mealtime."

A war was raging in Severus what had Petunia done to the boy? How could he have been so blind? Severus swallowed, "Take it, I'll be sure you wake in time."

Harry silently swallowed the juice laced with sleeping potion. The draft was strong; the cup fell from his fingers and clattered to the floor. His eyes shut and a sigh fell from his lips before his collapsed towards the desk.

Severus silently cast a cushioning charm to keep him from bruising hoes face due to the force of his body collapsing on the desk. He was determined to watch Harry's dreams if he had any. He hoped he wouldn't be proven right in his fears…

"Get up boy! Some of us have to work! You think we let you live here on charity? We should throw you out and let someone else bother with your pathetic carcass. Harry scurried to escape the fist aimed at him, "Yes sir. Sorry sir." Diving into the kitchen to make was moving too slow and was hit so hard he dropped the bowl he was stirring pancake batter in.

"You clumsy oaf! Clean it up! Some of us have to work! You're holding up breakfast."

The dream changed

Harry was staring at the crumpled form of Ronald Weasley that lay beside Minerva's giant animated chessboard.

Ronald's neck looked as though it was broken and he was neither breathing nor moving. He looked dead and Severus knew dead having stumbled upon his parent's dead bodies.

Granger was lecturing him and she gestured in a shooing motion though she looked like she'd prefer to be pulling on his arm, "Come on! Do you want his sacrifice to be for nothing?"

Harry stared at her, "Sacrifice? Is he,"

"Dead? Of course not! He's probably just stunned. Now check the king you idiot. Do you want to get to the stone to stop Snape or not?"

Severus winced; he'd done an excellent job alienating Harry that year, so good that they'd assured he wanted the stone for Voldemort. He'd wanted to keep it from the old fool…

Harry was pale, shaking as he checked the King.

The king threw his crown at Harry's feet.

Harry turned to glance back at Ronald's crumpled form, whispering, "Don't be dead. Please don't be dead…"

Granger marched up to him and dragged him towards the doorway to the next chamber.

They passed through Quirrell's chamber with the stinking but thankfully unconscious form of a huge and incredibly ugly mountain troll.

They didn't pass through the door to his chamber fast enough and purple flames started to lick Harry's robes.

Granger turned to beat them out, before marching to the logic riddle.

Harry watched at she read the puzzle only to get it wrong.

Granger clearly drank the wrong vial, her face turned a vibrant shade of green, she pointed her wand at herself and tried to cast a purging spell but the wand fell from her hand and she collapsed to the ground dead.

Harry screamed and then there seemed to a rewinding effect and Granger choose properly.

"I'll take the potion to get back through the purple flames." Granger said quietly, "And get Ron out of here so Pomfrey can heal him. You go stop Snape."

Harry stared at her in horror, "By myself? How do I stop him? He's an adult wizard. I'm just a kid."

Granger huffed, "You'll think of something. You have to. Don't be a child about it. If Snape gets the stone he'll give it Voldemort. Do you want that?"

Harry was clearly shaking with fear, his eyes were filled with horror, "No, I hoped you could come with me. Two are better then one and you're smarter then I am."

"I am smart but you're just lazy like Ron. Only you can do this. You're the Boy Who Lived."

"Snape will kill me! He's already tried. I can't do it! I'm a worthless excuse for a human. A freak!"

"Shut up and stop being a baby! I'm going to help Ron. It's the right thing to do. Now drink that potion before I make you!"

Harry dutifully swallowed the potion to get through the black flames.

Grange used a spell to turn him around and push him through the flames. "You're on your own."

Inside the last chamber wasn't himself of course but rather Quirrell, not that it surprised him. Severus had known that Quirrell was after the stone from the beginning.

Harry went from terrified to confused.

Inside was that stupid mirror.

"Oh it's you Potter. You've come to stop me? No matter. Stand aside and let me look at this interesting mirror. I know Dumbledore hid it in here somewhere. Help me master!"

"Use…the…boy…" came a voice with a sort of hissing quality.

Harry stiffened and then started to shake.

Of course, the Dark Lord's voice could give anyone nightmares.

Magically Harry was tugged to the mirror.

Severus saw what Harry saw, a reflection of him holding the stone and then placing it in his own back pocket. That very pocket was stretched tight over the stone.

"What do you see Potter?"

Harry swallowed, "My parents."

"He's lying. He has the stone." Came the familiar hiss like quality of the Dark Lord's voice.

"Give me the stone boy!" Quirrell reached out to touch Harry only to scream as his hands charred and blistered.

Severus wondered if that was really Lily's protection or an effect of Harry's wild magic.

"I can't touch him."

Harry fainted when the dark lord attempted to use his silent strangling spell to find himself in yet another nightmarish dream.

It was a house elf holding a glass bowl with a dessert in it over its head.

Harry was pleading with it. "Please!" he whispered, "Don't drop that. I have to go back to Hogwarts. I can't stay here. You can't imagine how terrible it is."

"Hogwarts ne too dangerous. Dobby be punishing himself for this. Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts."

The bowl fell.

Harry tried to catch it only to have it shatter and splash the perfectly made dessert everywhere.

The look on Harry's face was both horrified and terrified.

"That was that?"

Petunia and her great ox of a husband hurried into the kitchen to find a shell-shocked Harry stammering an apology.

"Your room!"

Before Harry could move a Ministry owl appeared with a letter.

As Harry read it his face going from pale to ashen.

Vernon stole the letter, "So you can't practice your ruddy freakiness during the summer? You'll never do it again." He grabbed Harry by the hair and dragged him up the back stairs to his room. "You'll stay here! I'll never let you go back to that school again. If you magic yourself out you'll be expelled." The large man cackled.

Severus remembered similar words thrown at him once by his father. How could he have missed the signs? He prided himself on his insight and cleverness…

Harry was looked in his room with a padlock and bars were fitted in his window.

Harry's bedroom was full of junk, broken things mostly…

He watched as the twins and Ron rescued Harry. He was sure they never mentioned the bars again. Why? No matter how angry Molly got, Severus was sure she never imprisoned them. Surely they knew that something was wrong? What sort of friends wouldn't care? Surely they didn't write it off because the Dursleys hated magic…

The next dream was starting…

Painted on the wall were the words, 'Her bones shall lie in the Chamber forever.'

The Weasleys were crying well shaken, not one of them seemed to care over much before then for their sister. It seemed almost comical that they seemed to now.

"We…have got to save her!"

Harry looked at Ron in shock.

"The entrance?" Ron looked at him sharply. "Think you can open it with that snake talk of yours?"

Harry stammered, "You're kidding. Just because we know I'm a Parseltongue and where the entrance might be,"

"We also know what the monster within is. Hermione told us. She also told us how it gets around. No one is dead because they've only see the reflection of its eyes. As for Nearly Headless Nick he was already dead wasn't he?" Ron said impatiently.

"Do you really think we can do it? Go against a thousand year old basilisk by ourselves? Are you insane?"

"Do you want to explain to mum that you could have saved my sister, her princess and you chose not to?"

Harry swallowed and looked torn; he seemed to collapse in on himself, "Alright. We'll go. At least I can try to save her."

Severus watched as they snuck up to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to ask how she died and found the entrance to chamber only to nearly be stopped by that fake Gilderoy. Then Ronald's ankle was twisted and Gilderoy tried to cast a powerful memory charm with a broken wand. How idiotic…

Harry hissed to open the second entrance to the Chamber, hurrying ahead to find Ginny unconscious and almost dead because a memory of the young Dark Lord was bleeding away her life.

The whole experience seemed more nightmarish then Severus expected…

"Help me with Ginny. She's going to die." Harry said to the boy who was thin and seemed to be black and white as well as slightly transparent.

"Of course she's going to die. I get stronger as she gets weaker. You'll have to kill me to save her and there is no guarantee that will work."

"The Monster,"

"Won't come until it's called."

Harry looked shocked.

"I'm the Heir. I was bound the diary and Ginny opened herself up to me. I've been controlling her. She figured it out and tried to get rid of the diary. Then I came to you. I was so interested in you. You seem so ordinary, it seemed impossible that you could have defeated me."

"But you're,"

"Tom Riddle? Yes, but is if you rearranged the letters you'd find they say Lord Voldemort. A cunning nickname I created in school that my gang knew. They also knew I was a descendant of Salazar through my mother."

Severus watched as the shade rearranged the fiery green letters to read ' I am Lord Voldemort' out of 'I am Tom Marvolo Riddle.' Creepy…the cold dead eyes were no different at sixteen then they were when he first met the Dark Lord. How did a boy that young apparently have no conscience? Was he just born evil? Severus watched horrified as Harry attempted to battle both shade and basilisk. He felt ice cold when he realized how close to death Harry had been. If it were for Fawkes Harry would have died in that Chamber.

The dream changed once more. It was clearly summer…

The house Harry was is was so clearly Muggle. It had to be Petunia's. A huge woman was in Harry's face; she looked like a bulldog and was spewing hate.

"You'll grow up to be a loser like your father! A drunken nobody! You don't seem to have benefited from that school. Are you sure they beat you?"

Harry nodded, "Of course. All the time."

Anyone who knew Harry knew he was lying.

"They must not be hitting you hard enough. Vernon I'd write to them and tell them to hit him harder."

The hateful words against James and Lily increased.

Harry spoke softly, "Don't you say anything more about my parents. You don't know anything about them."

"And you do? They died in a car accident. Your father was probably drunk!"

"They weren't drunk! They were murdered!"

Petunia's horsey face was white and pinched, "Harry! Shut up!"

"No! I'm sick of hearing everyone insult my parents! NO MORE! JUST GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Then the nasty woman's face became red and her face swelled. The swelling continued until she seemed filled with hot air and drifted towards the ceiling.

Harry ran to the cupboard under the stairs, his hand reaching for the doorknob but it sprang open at his approach. After verifying everything was there he tore up the stairs coming down with his owl and an armful of clothes that he stuffed in his trunk.

Harry fled the house talking to himself, 'I didn't mean to! I swear I didn't mean to blow up my aunt! Please! Don't throw me out of Hogwarts! I can't go back! Uncle Vernon will kill me! I know he will…"

Then the dream changed…

How did Harry deal with dreaming so much horror in so short a time?

The dream showed Severus glimpses into Harry's summer after Sirius escaped. Even though Harry threatened to tell his accused, escaped serial killer godfather if they missed treated him. Things weren't any better, the bars in Harry's window were not only replaced they looked stronger and the door to the cupboard under the stairs looked like metal finished to look wood. He wasn't beaten but he was insulted, screamed at, starved and worked half to death.

Next Harry faced the dragon from the First Task who chased him, the flame coming closer and closer until it finally touched Harry's clothes. He screamed as he started to burn. He almost woke only to sink into another dream.

Harry was trapped in the Black Lake, unable to breathe, drowning; the terror in his eyes was almost palatable. He continued to sink…

Why didn't he swim? Wait, where and when would he have ever learned? Severus felt ill, he pitied the mind healer assigned to Harry and hoped the person looked beyond the name to actually help Harry. Perhaps, they could convince former Head Girl and disgraced Slytherin Andromeda Tonks nee Black's Muggleborn Husband to take the case. He doubted very much that the man would be in awe of Harry's name.

Severus could feel Harry's relief as he spotted Ronald and Granger.

Harry used a sharp rock to cut Ron free, but was barred from trying to rescue Hermione. He panicked, she'd die down her and he'd loose her! She had to be Krum's hostage. She'd been missing along with Ron…

Severus watched as Harry continued to panic.

First Cedric showed up to rescue Chang…

Then finally Krum showed up with a shark's head.

The idiot boy would have bitten Granger if Harry hadn't handed him the rock.

Harry seemed to calm down once Granger was gone to safety. But Delacour didn't come…

Harry waited finally using his magic to frighten the merpeople before trying to swim away with both his and Delacour's hostages.

In reality, Harry had rescued them both…

In the dream the gills on Harry's neck receded and his drowning resumed…

Harry fainted and fell into a new dream.

One Severus had no trouble recognizing…

The Third Task…

There it was…

Delacour's scream.

Harry was tracking Viktor…

Instead of the Crucio Harry described the dream had skipped to when Cedric emerged from the maze as THE Triwizard Champion.

There was a green flash then came an angry shout, "for the Dark Lord! Avada Kedavra!"

Harry screamed, "Cedric! NO!" was soon echoed by the crowd.

That scene was slow…like it had been slowed down…

A familiar blonde pulled Harry into his arms, "You're safe. It's just a dream. Nothing here can hurt you. I promise."

Harry looked up at him.

The blonde was Draco…

"You believe me don't you?"

Harry swallowed, "Yes…you may have been a rotten arse at times but you've never lied to me."

"I wouldn't."

Severus stumbled back, the back of his knees hitting the desks in the row behind him.

His balance was off; his eyes roamed the room, falling on Draco's dream orb.

Draco was soothing a shaking Harry…

Severus looked from one orb to the other, that shouldn't be possible. How were they dreaming the same thing? He summoned a calming potion and drank the contents before casting the spell that would wake them all up.

XoooooX

Draco's eyes snapped open.

He could see Harry wasn't awake yet. Even at the angle he was sitting at he could see Harry was shaking and his face was wet. He sat up so fast that his chair fell over. His feet moved so fast it was like they had wings. He knelt beside Harry, placing a hand on his thigh, shaking him gently, "Harry…wake up. It's just a dream. Harry…"

"Ger off 'em you filthy snake!" Weasley yelled.

"Weasley! Twenty points from Gryffindor! Shut up."

Draco spoke softly still ignoring the Weasel, "Harry…wake up…"

Harry's tear filled green eyes finally opened, whispering, "Draco?"

Draco grinned, "You're awake! You're safe…it was just a dream."

Harry stared at him, "Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"

There was something strange about Harry's expression it was at once both grateful and something else…

Draco laughed, "You're not dreaming unless you dream about Weasel calling me a filthy snake."

Harry shook his head, "Not exactly…"

That was strange, Harry had seemed until his name came out of the Goblet of Fire to have friendships that seemed unbreakable.

"Draco…"

Draco looked up to see his godfather looking old and weary, Uncle Severus never called him that in class. "What Professor?"

"Take Harry to my office. I'll dismiss the others. I…need to talk to you both."

Draco had never seen his godfather like that. That thought fled from his mind as he helped Harry up and gathered both their books.

Once he'd settled Harry into an armchair, he summoned a Malfoy elf and ordered them both chocolate and biscuits.

XoooooX

Harry was so confused; the Draco in his dream hadn't been sexual at all this time. He'd comforted him, tried to calm him. When he woke Draco was beside him…

"Why?" He finally after he calmed himself…

Draco stared at him before replying, "You were upset. I was trying to help. Isn't that what friends are supposed to do? Comfort each other?"

Harry could see that Draco was being honest; to his knowledge although Draco had a sharp tongue that bordered cruel he'd never lied. "I can understand what you did but why?" Ron and Hermione were supposed to be his friends but when he was upset they told him to buck up. They didn't seem to care to notice something as simple as knowing he was having a nightmare, to wake him and tell him it wasn't real. Nor did they take him away from nosy people or offer him hot chocolate and cookies.

Draco sat at Harry's feet, "We're friends. I'm just trying to be a friend."

Harry closed his eyes, hating himself because he wanted more then that. He wanted…something he couldn't have. Wasn't that always the truth? He'd see Dudley with his doting parents and all those gifts and wish he had that. He'd seen Mrs. Weasley yell at her sons and then hug them. He'd envied Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and even Percy. They were so lucky and they didn't even know it. He knew it was unnatural to love another boy, just as it was unnatural to be a wizard.

"Talk to me Harry."

XoooooX

Draco sighed, he knew Harry closing his eyes never meant anything good. He seemed to disappear into himself. "Talk to me Harry. It's not good to keep everything inside. It tends to cause explosions."

Draco remembered being upset because father was gone all the time. Mother was often in bed, she claimed to be ill but there was nothing wrong with her. She was permissive because she couldn't be bothered with him. When mother was with him she talked to him without looking at him…he knew his mother was unhappy. He would have to be blind and deaf not to know that his parents not only didn't share a suite at the Manor but that his mother didn't even sleep in the same wing as his father. Until he was thirteen his room had been in the Manor's nursery. Now he had a room in the same wing as his father, until then he hadn't realized that Uncle Severus had slept in his father's room.

When Severus realized that his room was up there he had tried to go to another room.

His father had grabbed Uncle Severus' shoulder and told him that the boy was old enough. It was time he realized how things were.

Draco had been shocked that his father had a lover? It was Uncle Severus? The first words out of his mouth were to ask if Uncle Severus had bore him.

Severus had turned pale as if he'd called him a horrible name.

Yet his father had shook his head, telling him his mother had bore him but their Bonding had been both arranged and forced. That neither of them had been all that agreeable to it, yet he had been delighted to have a son.

Draco had exploded, verbally and magically. If his father had been so delighted then why did he never have time for him? Why was he always working? Why did mother stay in bed so much? Why did she pretend to be ill?

Draco closed the thoughts away; turning his attention to Harry, "Talk to me. Please? I know I've still got miles to go to earn your trust but you can't bottle up things or you'll explode. I ought to know."

XoooooX

Harry blinked at him, "Is that what happened? I bottle everything up and then it just…happened?"

XoooooX

Draco stared at him, "What happened?"

XoooooX

Harry swallowed, "I once blew up my aunt. I hate her. She hates me. I swear she trains her pit bulls to hate me too. She got in my face telling what losers my parents were and how I was going to end up just like them. Aunt Petunia told her…told everyone my parents were penniless nobodies who died in a drunken car crash."

XoooooX

Draco was speechless at first, "Your parents were murdered! Betrayed by someone they trusted. There was no drunken crash. You were told that? They LIED TO YOU?" He was incredulous, "I don't believe you could truly hate anyone. I would believe you would be able to dislike someone or be terrified of them but I can't see you hating anyone."

XoooooX

At that Harry broke, "She…told Uncle…to tell…my school to…beat me harder…that if they beat me…it wasn't hard enough…because…because…I was just like my…father…"

XoooooX

Severus walked in having dismissed his students early for the first time since Draco blew up his potions lab at eight by attempting a potion a bit beyond him at the time. No sooner had he opened the door then he heard Harry start to cry.

"…I was just like my…father…"

Severus sighed, "You're not. I of all people should have known that. I knew them both. I hated James. I never once believed he was good enough for Lily. She was like a sister to me. James was a heartless bully. You are nothing like James. Although with your pathetic excuses for marks for your first three years here might have resembled his but your marks now are just as good as Draco's. According to Professor Vector you're picked up Ancient Runes faster then Granger and perhaps as fast as Draco."

XoooooX

Draco was about to pull Harry back into his arms when he heard his godfather speak. Uncle Severus' voice was gentle, like he remembered when he was little, none of that barbed sharp tone he used on his students. He smiled, "From what I've heard of James Potter I doubt you're like him at all. He was a Chaser, you're a brilliant Seeker."

"Lily was terrified of brooms. She preferred her feet flat on the ground. The only seeker in the family I know of would be Regulus and you're better then he was." Was Uncle Severus' reply.

XoooooX

Once Harry started crying, he couldn't stop…

Their words were spoken gently, washing over him.

He in vain tried to scrub away his tears, "Regulus Black? Who was that?"

XoooooX

Severus smiled, "A Slytherin. His grandmother was your grandmother's sister. Regulus was Sirius' younger brother and the person Narcissa loved."

XoooooX

Draco felt cold; his mother was in love with her cousin? No wonder she hadn't wanted his father…

Once more he pushed the thoughts away, it wasn't about him right now. It was about Harry…

"What happened to your Aunt? You were angry with her…" trying to gently prod him to continue the story.

XoooooX

Severus knew but didn't say. He had watched Harry's dream orb…what little he'd heard he was sure it was about Harry blowing up his aunt but he was content to play ignorant for the moment.

XoooooX

Harry swallowed, "I lost my temper. I told her to shut up. That my parents were murdered. Aunt Petunia told me to shut up. I didn't listen. I told Aunt Marge to go away. Then she got red in the face…she started to swell up. I didn't mean to do it. It just happened…" he broke out into fresh sobs.

XoooooX

"Of course you didn't mean to. Anymore then I meant to blow out all the windows in the North Wing of the Manor." Draco said softly, reaching out with a slightly shaking hand to wipe the tears from Harry's face.

At first he thought Harry's magic would resist him and then it flowed over him like a gentle breeze. He pulled the sobbing lion to his chest, rubbing his back, "You're safe now." His voice hardened, "I won't let anyone say things like that to you again." He felt oddly protective…

XoooooX

Severus saw the look on his godson's face; it was at once defiant and fiercely protective.

He'd seen that same look in June when Lucius admitted he'd had a hand in pushing Tobias over the edge. He'd seen Draco's obsession for Harry over the years and had told him to back off. Had that obsession become something more?

XoooooX

There was something oddly comforting about Draco…the way he touched him, wiped away his tears and promised not to let anyone hurt him.

Was it possible that Draco might be able to like him back?

Harry felt himself drifting off to sleep, exhausted from crying. As his eyes closed her knew somehow that he wouldn't be tormented by nightmares…

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