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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 7

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Though still groggy and slightly out of it, Harry looked around at the massive entryway they were in. The only thing he could compare it to was a field trip to one of the royal palaces while he had been in school. No, it wasn't that big, but it was far bigger than any normal home had, even some of the old Tudor ones he had seen pictures of. Rubbing his eyes, he looked back at the two men then asked, because he didn't remember much of what went on, “I don't have to go back to the Dursleys? Aren't I supposed to be in a hospital or something?”

“No, Harry, you never have to go back to the Dursley's again, ever. This is your home, one of them, as Tom said. It's his home. You'll also be living at mine. You'll see that in a few days time once we get some things done,” Lucius told him, looking smug as he did. “And though our world has hospitals, you won't need to be in one. The healer, someone you probably don't remember, that visited you in the hospital is going to treat you here. We do things slightly different than Muggles when it comes to things so it can be easily done.”

Nodding, trying to take that in, Harry was slightly confused. All he knew was the way things were done among 'Muggles' so he had nothing to compare it to. He supposed he would just have to wait and see on that. Scrubbing at his eyes again, blinking, he decided whatever was to come he could deal with. The only thing he hoped was that it didn't hurt as much as the treatments he had already gone through. If they didn't, he could deal with whatever came.

Rubbing the young man's back, Lucius saw him wince then there was a soft whimper of pain. Brow drawing down, he asked gently, “Does that hurt? I didn't mean to cause you pain, Harry.”

“The pain killers are wearing off,” Harry told him with a sigh. “My back really hurts when that happens. You didn't mean to or know, so it's no big deal.”

With a sigh, Lucius nodded, “No, I didn't know, but I'll remember that. If you don't want somewhere touched because it hurts, make sure to tell us, alright? We don't know if you don't say something.”

After seeing Harry nod at that, Tom said, “How about we show you your room, Harry. That way you can crawl into bed and relax. We have to wait for the Healer and Severus to get here to start anything, but you can become acquainted with some things before then.”

“That works for me,” Harry told him with a smile and nod.

“Alright, I'll explain things as we go and show you where everything is located on the way. You probably won't remember it right now but, when you feel better, we can show you again. As this is one of your homes, you can go where you like. There are only a couple restrictions on that.” Tom told him with a smile. When he saw the young man nod, he led the way the direction of the rooms upstairs, pointing out things along the way Harry would probably like to explore later on when he felt better.

On the walk to his room on one of the upper floors, Harry's head was spinning from all he saw. Though Tom called the place a mansion, it looked very much like a palace of some kind, similar to the ones that he had seen pictures of, the kind of place the royal family would live in. Eyes wide, he stared at all the things as he passed them by. It was amazing!

Reaching the room that would be Harry's, Tom put his hand on the knob then looked at the young man, smiling. “This is going to be your room, Harry. It's all yours. If you want it decorated differently, just say something.” Pointing to the room directly across the hall, he said, “That's Draco's room.” Pointing to the one right next to Harry's, he told him, “That's my room. You room has a door that connects it to mine. I decided that was best rather than put you next to Draco so if you need something in the middle of the night or are sick, all you have to do is walk in and say something, alright?”

Nodding, understanding that, Harry was excited to see his room. Up to that point, his 'room' had been the cupboard under the stairs. He wasn't sure how he would react to having a room of his own.

Grinning a bit, Tom opened the door then ushered them inside, waiting for Harry's reaction.

When Lucius stepped into the room with him, Harry was sure they were in the wrong place. This couldn't be his bedroom. It was bigger than both of Dudley's combined! Eyes wide, he looked around, not sure what to say. The bed was out of something like a book that showed things from ages gone by, a massive dark wooden four poster thing that was intricately carved with a canopy, something very Gothic looking. On the floor was a thick carpet that was a shade of grey. The walls though... they were what drew his attention. Every wall was covered with a mural that stretched around the whole room. If that wasn't amazing enough, since it had like dragons and other mythical creatures on it, the paintings moved! Staring at the big dragon that seemed to be spouting flames, Harry was mesmerized. They moved, they really moved! Not only that, they seemed to be reacting to the people in the room, looking at them or acting like they were roaring their direction! It was amazing! Eyes wide, he looked from the smiling Tom to Lucius then said, tone breathless, “It's brilliant!” Glancing back at the walls where the dragons were flying, he asked, “How do they move?”

“Magic, Harry. It's magic. It can do far more than you ever dreamed,” Lucius told him, looking smug. When he saw the young man nod, though his attention was still on the mural, he said, “Draco has something similar on his walls though there are also things dealing with Quidditch there. The elves probably thought you would like the same kind of thing.”

Though curious about what Quidditch was, Harry nodded then breathed, “It's brilliant!”

Grinning slightly, Tom patted the boy's head then told him, “Let's get you to bed where you'll be more comfortable. We have to wait for everyone to get here before we can do anything so, while we do that, we're going to cover some things with you.”

Stepping over to the bed, Lucius laid the young man down then helped him settle in, propping him up on some pillows. Pointing to the door that was masked, slightly, by the mural, he told Harry if he ever needed anything to knock or open it.

While Lucius was covering that, Tom seated himself by his lover and waited. When he finished, Tom said, “Okay, Harry, there is someone I want to introduce you to. Do you remember when Lucius mentioned house elves?” Seeing the young man nod, he pressed on, “You will have your own that answers to you. We all have them so it's only right you have your own. Also, as sick as you are, if something is wrong, you'll call on him for help. That means any time day or night. That's his job. Do you understand?” When he saw the young man nod, he pressed on. “Alright, let me introduce you to him. Dobby? Can you come here?”

With a soft crack, the house elf popped in then bowed, “Master Tom called Dobby?”

“Dobby? This is Harry. You'll be serving him like Narcissa told you,” Tom told the sometimes troublesome elf.

Looking at his new master, the elf let out a squeak of joy when he saw the scar on his forehead. “Dobby will be serving Harry Potter! Dobby will be a good servant for Master Harry Potter Sir!” Giving his large ears a happy tug, he began to bow repeatedly.

Looking at the strange creature, wide-eyed, Harry wasn't sure what to do or say. He was, well, he assumed it was a he, odd looking. Scratching his head, he finally said, “Hi, Dobby!”

“Master Harry Potter Sir said hi to Dobby!” The creature squeaked, tears of joy filling his eyes.

Looking from Tom to Lucius, Harry wasn't sure what to do.

Knowing how elves were and that Dobby was worse than most, Lucius let out a soft groan then told the young man, “You'll get used to it, Harry. This is the way house elves act. Now, would you like something to drink? Some juice or something? You can have any kind you like.” He figured that would give Dobby something to do rather than be emotional all over the place.

“I like orange juice but I don't think my stomach can handle that right now,” Harry told him with a sad shake of his head. “Do you have strawberry banana juice?” That was something the hospital served from time to time and he enjoyed it.

“Dobby will get that for Master Harry Potter Sir!” The elf said, nodding so much his ears were flapping then popped away with a soft crack. Within seconds, a tray with the juice appeared by the bed.

Taking the glass that was there, Lucius handed it to Harry.

Sipping at it, Harry sighed contentedly the looked around again. Glancing back at the two men, he asked, “I don't want to offend but... Dobby... he seems a little strange. Are all house elves like that or is it just him?”

Chuckling, Lucius said, “All elves are like that. Dobby is just a little more extreme than most. You'll get used to it. Though it's strange, they are very loyal to those they serve. Dobby will be the same with you. He'll make sure you are well taken care of.”

Glancing back to where the elf vanished, Harry grinned a little, “I think he's going to take some getting used to, that's for sure.”

“You will, trust me,” Tom told him, putting a hand on his leg. “Now, there is one more being I want to introduce you to as she lives here. However, before I do, I need to ask; are you afraid of snakes?”

Thinking that over, Harry then shook his head and said, “I've not really been around snakes so I don't know. I only know them from books and the telly. They are a little frightening though, especially the venomous ones.”

“That's understandable,” Tom told him with a nod. “Now, Nagini is my companion, something like a familiar. I assure you though she's big, she won't ever harm you. When Draco was younger, she used to curl up in bed with him and sleep there when he had bad dreams. She'll be the same with you. Would you like to meet her?”

Though wary, Harry assumed that if she belonged to Tom, it was alright so he nodded. Though he was nervous and clutched the covers when Tom walked out, looking at Lucius.

Patting the nervous young man's leg, Lucius told him, “There is nothing to worry about, Harry. We wouldn't introduce you to anything that would harm you. Nagini looks frightening, but she would never hurt you. In fact, she would do her best to protect you.”

Nodding, Harry looked at him but said nothing.

Walking back into the room, Nagini slithering along beside him, Tom stopped and waited.

Slithering over to the foot of the bed, Nagini climbed up onto it and rested on the foot, looking at the young man. As Tom had told her, he was sick. She could smell the illness on him. Though she knew he couldn't understand her, she hissed, “Hello, young one. Never fear, I won't harm you in any way.”

Blinking rapidly when he seemed to be able to understand the snake, Harry said back, tone slightly stiff from apprehension, “Hi, Nagini.”

Rearing up, surprised, the snake said, “You can speak! You can understand me!”

Pressing back against the pillows, eyes growing wider, not sure what to make of the action from the snake, Harry hissed back, “I guess I can, yeah. Wow, that's strange, isn't it?”

“Oh, young one, we are going to have much fun since you can speak to me,” the giant serpent hissed, moving closer and draping over his legs. “This I like! Yes, it will be nice to talk to you. Never fear, I won't harm you. We will be great friends, young one.”

Looking at the snake, eyes overly wide, Harry then looked at the two men, licking his lips nervously. When he saw an astonished look from both of them, he asked, “What? What's wrong?”

After exchanging an incredulous look with Lucius, Tom cleared his throat then asked, “How long have you been able to talk to snakes, Harry?”

Brow puckered, looking down at the massive serpent that was talking to him non-stop, he shook his head then said, “Like I told you, I’ve not really encountered one before so I don't know. Why?”

“It's nothing to worry about, Harry,” Lucius told him, patting his leg. “In fact, it's a very rare gift only a few have. Tom has it as well. That's why Nagini is so close to him. Very few in our world can talk to serpents.”

Brow unfurrowing, Harry felt better, then nodded, “Alright.” Looking at Tom, he asked, “You can too? Really?”

Walking back over, seating himself by Lucius, Tom nodded. “Indeed I can. It's a rare gift called being a Parselmouth. Snake language is called Parseltongue. It's quite rare, as Lucius said. However, it's a gift, always remember that.” Reaching out, he patted Harry's hand then took it and led it down to the snake. Showing him how to pet her, he chuckled, “She's going to be very attached to you since you can speak to her. As she can only talk to me normally, she'll spend time with you talking now. And she likes it when people pet her head.”

Petting the snake, hearing her exclaim how good it felt, Harry couldn't help but grin. After a few minutes, he looked at the two men then said, “It's been a strange day, but I like it!”

“Oh, I bet it has for you,” Lucius told him, smirking. “It's not over, though. How about we fill you in on what's going to come? That way you understand it.”

Nodding, Harry waited.

Slowly, the two men walked him through what they knew was to come, answering questions that the young man had to the best of their abilities.

Stepping into her new ward's room about an hour later, Narcissa was pleased to see everyone there. Holding a bundle of clothes that had belonged to Draco a few years before, she looked around to see what was going on. Tom, Lucius and Severus were in a deep discussion while the Healer was seated on the side of the bed running some more scans on Harry. Patting Draco on the back and telling him to stay put, she stepped over to the men in her life. “Everything is fine, isn't it? Nothing's gone wrong?”

“All is good, Narcissa,” Severus told her with a nod. “Were just waiting to start is all. We have everything, but some more scans are being done.” Glancing over at Draco, who seemed to be looking at Harry intently, a relieved look on his face, he motioned him over. Lowering his voice, he told them, “Tom and Lucius found out Harry is a Parselmouth.”

“Really?” Narcissa asked, eyes widening as she glanced at the boy on the bed.

Nodding, Tom told her, “Oh, yes. Nagini has been talking to him non-stop since she found out. We told him it was a rare gift, but we didn't go into anything else just yet. We'll save that for another time.” Glancing back at the bed, he saw the Healer stand then beckon Severus over. Looking back at Narcissa, he said, “Why don't you two introduce yourselves again. I'm not sure he will even remember you.”

“We will,” Narcissa nodded. Hoisting up the clothes she was holding, she said, “I'll get him changed into something better, then get measurements so we can get him some of his own tomorrow.”

Lowering his voice, Lucius said, “You might want to see if you can get him to allow you to shave his head. The hair is all going to fall out the Healer said, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.”

With a sad nod of her head, she whispered, “I'll see what I can do. Might as well finish the job since so much is gone.” Patting Draco on the back, she said, “Come on, Draco, let's go introduce ourselves to him properly. Seeing her son nod, she led him over to the bed.

Standing by the side of it, smiling as she saw Harry petting and talking to the snake, she said, “Hello again, Harry. I don't know if you remember me or not, but I'm Narcissa, Lucius' wife.”

Looking up at her, Harry smiled then nodded, “I remember you, some. You were the beautiful lady that came to see me in the hospital.”

Smiling at him, she nodded, “Yes, that was me. And thank you!” Putting a hand on Draco's back, she urged him forward a little, “This is our son, Draco. He's the same age as you. He's been anxious to meet you!”

“Hi, Draco,” Harry said a little apprehensively. “Draco is a brilliant name!”

“Hi, Harry,” Draco said, grinning. “Thanks! It means dragon!” Though still looking sick, since he was sitting up, talking, more alert, Harry didn't look nearly as bad as he had in the courtroom. That relieved him. Now he could understand what Mrs. Figg said. This was far better than it was before and he was more relaxed about it.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Narcissa put the bundle of clothes she was holding on the nightstand then looked at the young man. Reaching out, she petted Nagini then said, “I brought you some clothes so we can get you into something better than what you're wearing. They were Draco's. Tomorrow, he and I will go out and get you some new ones. Once you're changed, I'll get some measurements so I know what size to get.”

“Thanks,” Harry nodded. “But his old ones are fine. You don't need to buy me anything new.” Looking at Draco, he was relieved to see he wasn't big like Dudley. That meant that his old clothes would probably fit him quite well.

“Nonsense! Hand me downs are fine for tonight, but you need your own. That's only proper,” Narcissa told him firmly. “We'll get them for you. Is there anything in particular you would like when we do?”

Thinking it over, Harry then shook his head. “No, not really. Anything is fine since I spend most of the time in bed. Can I get some warm socks or something, though? My feet tend to get really cold.”

“We'll make sure to get you some,” Narcissa nodded. “Between Draco and I, we'll find you some good ones.” Pulling out a pair of silk pajamas that had been her son's a couple years ago, she quickly spelled them on the boy, changing them with the ones he had on. Though they were a little baggy on the small boy, she cast a spell to shrink them. Looking at him, she nodded, “There, that's good. Tomorrow we'll pick up everything you need.”

Looking down at the fine silk pajamas, Harry's eyes were wide. He had never ever felt anything so soft before. Looking at her, eyes still wide, he said, “Thank you! These are great!”

“You're welcome. They'll do for tonight.” Holding up the tape measure, she said, “Now, this is going to get your sizes for me. Don't worry, it won't hurt or anything.” When she saw him nod, she put it on him and it began to measure him, recording it on a parchment by the bed. While it did that, Narcissa reached out and stroked his head, sighing when more hair came out. “Harry,” she said gently, “Your hair...”

Looking dour then lowering his eyes to the bed, Harry sighed then nodded, “I know. I'm losing it. It's the chemotherapy. It always does that.”

“How about this, Harry... let me cut it off. We'll get you a sleep cap to wear tonight. Tomorrow, when we're out, we'll get you some hats. I'll let Draco pick them out for you. I'm sure that he can find some things you'll like.”

Sliding up onto the edge of the bed, Draco grinned, “I can! They have some hats shaped like dragons that move! Not only that, they roar and keep your head warm. We can get you some of those. They look great!”

Trying to envision that, Harry just grinned then nodded, “Alright. I'm going to lose it all anyway. Might as well start over again.”

Pleased with that, Narcissa quickly sent Dobby for one of Draco's old sleep caps. Before the young man could change his mind, she spelled his hair off then put the cap on him. Nodding, she said, “There. That will keep your head warm!”

Reaching up, Harry touched the hat then gave a soft sigh. No, he didn't like losing his hair, but at least the cap kept his head warm and no one would see him bald. “Thanks,” he said, softly.

“So, how do you like the way your room is decorated? No one knew what you wanted so they just did it like Draco's. Since he likes dragons, we thought you might too,” she asked, smiling softly at him.

“It's brilliant! Dragons are great!” Harry told her, grinning. “And they move! It's almost like they are real!”

“Yes, dragons are awesome,” Draco nodded. “Maybe when you feel better, we can go to one of the reserves so you can see them!”

Eyes widening, Harry looked at Draco then asked, “They are real? I thought they were just made up!”

“They're real,” Draco told him, grinning. “Muggles just don't know where to look for them. They are awesome! You have to see them!” With that, though apprehensive about how he would get to know Harry, Draco began to talk to him about dragons, letting things go from there. Remembering what his mother had said about Harry not knowing anything about their world, he began to tell him about all kinds of things, especially Quidditch.

A short while later, while Harry and Draco were in a deep discussion about all things Quidditch and how great the game was, Severus came over. Seating himself behind Draco, he put a hand on Harry's leg. When he saw the young man look at him, he said, “We're going to start purging the Muggle drugs out of your system. I know you hurt, but for the next hour we can't give you anything for it.”

Sighing, Harry nodded. As he had to wait between doses of things anyway, he was used to this. “Alright. I can wait a while. After that, though, can I get something? My back really hurts.”

“After an hour we'll give you something that will make you feel much better,” Severus nodded. “During this hour we're going to use something like a muscle rub to help with the pain. It doesn't have any real medicine in it, just some other things. It won't be the best, but it'll help you a little. At least it'll lessen it slightly.” Seeing the young man nod, he then explained, “We're going to hook up something like a Muggle IV to do this with.” Seeing a sour look pass over the boy's face, he assured him, “This isn't the same thing, Harry. There are no needles involved and it won't hurt. However, while it starts you need to eat something. I know you don't feel the best, but we need something in your stomach. We thought, maybe, something like ice cream with fruit. Do you think you can handle that?”

Though his stomach was still touchy, Harry was hungry. He had been sick so much that it was empty and he did want something. Thinking about ice cream, he nodded slowly, “Yeah, I think I can handle that. As long as it's like vanilla or something.”

“We can arrange that,” Severus nodded. “How about some strawberries or something on top of it? The more you get in your stomach, the better off you're going to be.”

“Yeah, I like strawberries,” Harry nodded with a grin. “Can I get some 7-Up too, please?”

“Of course,” Severus nodded. “You can have as much as you like.”

“What's 7-Up?” Draco asked, curious, looking between the two.

“It's a Muggle fizzy drink. It's quite good,” Severus explained to him.

“I can share if you like,” Harry told him. Draco seemed nice and he wanted to get off on the right foot with him, especially since he was to be something like his brother.

Grinning a little, Draco nodded, “Alright! I'll try it.”

Sending for Dobby, Severus had the elf bring the ice cream with some toppings. Handing Harry a bowl and pouring him some of his 7-Up, he said, “Just talk to Draco while we set things up. I assure you that no pain will be involved.”

Though apprehensive, Harry slowly ate his ice cream, making sure to pile some berries on it, while asking more about Quidditch.

Taking a sip of the glass of fizzy stuff he was handed, Draco's eyes widened then he grinned, “That's good stuff! I like it!” After that, he began to answer Harry's questions.

Pleased that Draco was keeping the young man occupied, Severus stood then went to the other side of the bed where the healer was. Watching the man as he magically put the device into the boy's arm, he was pleased when Harry didn't even seem to notice. Quickly, he and the Healer set up the medicine for the purge.

Stepping back, eyeing the drip, the Healer then nodded. “And we begin. Good. This is a good start.” Looking at Severus, he asked, “You have what's needed to make two more batches? I estimate that's what it's going to take.”

“I have the ingredients,” Severus told him firmly. “I'll get right on it.”

“Good. Once this is done, we start on the rest. We have a lot of work to do here tonight,” the man sighed, shaking his head.

“Yes, but it's well worth it,” Severus told him, eyes locked on the boy on the bed. “Let me go start brewing.” He told him. Then, with a nod to everyone in the room, he strode out, heading for the basement lab.

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