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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter, created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers: Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. No money is being made and no copyright infringement intended

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A/N: Thanks so much for taking the time to read and let me know you're enjoying the story. However, I really despise character bashing. I understand that some characters are presented in this fic as acting like assholes, but that's what people do when their entire way of life is upended. I think all the characters act on their emotions rather than thinking things through in this fic, and that was my intention, but honestly, I think everybody has some growing up to do.

Harry lay curled up in Draco's arms, luxuriating in the satiny feel of Draco's skin against his own and yet feeling extremely guilty for his pleasures. It seemed like everybody else in his life was getting the raw end of the deal and here he was, happier than he'd ever been, experiencing love like he'd never felt before. Ginny had been practically erased from his mind and he was feeling guilt for that as well. He wondered how he could have thought himself in love with someone for nearly twenty years and then in the blink of an eye, forget it all. No wonder the Weasleys hated him. No wonder James hated him.

His eyes began to sting when he remembered the look of loathing on James' face when he'd called him a poof and shouted how he hated him. He wondered what he was going to do about James, especially after, Draco, McGonagall and Luna's warnings about him.

"Draco?" he said quietly, against Draco's chest.

"Mmm?"

"What are we going to do about James?"

Draco stiffened beneath him in a stretch and pulled Harry closer. "We'll take him to see Susan Bones, definitely and it's probably a good idea to put a surveillance charm on him, just in case."

"In case of what?" Harry asked, starting to panic.

"Just in case, Harry. It's what they do for troubled teens at Hogwarts, not that big of a deal."

"Oh, okay," Harry said, relaxing back into the comfort of Draco's embrace. "Draco?"

"Mmm?"

"I love you," Harry said quietly.

Draco gripped him then and brought his face up to meet his own, grey eyes boring down into Harry's, as if he could see straight through him.

Harry rose up to face level as Draco descended on his mouth, taking him in a bruising kiss. When they broke apart, Harry was hard again and when Draco said, "I love you too," he grew even harder.

He pressed himself into Draco's thigh to let Draco know what he was doing to him and Draco smirked. "Is it your turn already?" he asked, a ring of laughter in his voice.

***

When Harry and Draco arrived on the doorstep of 12 Grimmauld Place, the kids had already come by floo. Teddy met them at the door, his hair a bright blue. He gathered Harry into a hug of welcome and then shook hands with Draco and welcomed them into the house.

Victoire was ushering her two older children into the drawing room, several months pregnant and holding a one year old baby on her hip.

"My goodness, Teddy, another one?" Harry observed. Teddy just laughed.

Victoire smiled at him. "It's the Veela blood. Makes contraceptive charms necessary, but we occasionally forget, as you can see," she said nodding at the other two who must have been about two and four years old.

Harry saw Draco blanch and gave him a curious look. "Are you all right?"

Draco shrugged and nodded. "Yes, just peachy. Look at all of the children. It's going to be one noisy holiday."

Albus and Scorpius were playing exploding snap at a corner table in the Drawing room, Lily was playing with the two young ones and James sat brooding in an overstuffed chair by the door.

"All right there, Jamie?" Harry asked.

James just glared at him and then looked away.

Harry tossed his fringe to the side and bit at his bottom lip, not quite sure how to proceed with James.

Draco saved him. "Come on, Harry. Victoire could use some help in the kitchen."

Eventually everything settled down and they were shown to their rooms. Harry and Draco would be sharing Sirius' old room, James would be in Regulus' room, they had the two little ones, Gabrielle and Gerard rooming together, Albus and Scorpius in another room, the baby in with Teddy and Victoire and Lily would be sleeping in the drawing room, which suited her just fine.

After dinner was finished, the Potters and Malfoys packed on their winter cloaks and headed for St. Mungo's to visit Ginny.

***

In the Janus Thickey ward of St. Mungo's they found Ginny practising her autograph on some of Gilderoy Lockhart's photographs. Lockhart was chatting amiably with her and she seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Mum?" James said, tugging on her arm.

"Oh, hello sweetheart, if you wait just a moment, I'll do an autograph just for you."

Harry held Draco's hand and squeezed it at the sight of what Ginny had become. Lily and Albus sat down next to Lockhart and across from Ginny and chatted with them about whatever was going on in their minds as if they understood that that was what Ginny needed at that point. Scorpius stood behind Albus and just watched the scene unfold and James sat beside his mother, staring at her, disbelief showing in his expression.

"Let's find a Healer," Draco suggested. "Find out what's wrong with her. Normal splinching wouldn't affect her mind like that."

Harry agreed and they located a Healer dressed in lime-green robes with her name stitched onto the front, "Mary."

"Hello, er, Mary. I'm Harry Potter, here to see about my wi-- I mean Miss. Weasley." It felt so strange to call Ginny by her former name, foreign on his tongue, but not so much as in his mind. She had been Mrs. Potter for nearly twenty years after all.

The healer nodded. "Yes, sad case that. Splinched herself after overdosing on her daily potion. It caused some damage, but we're certain that she'll heal a bit more. It's only been a couple of weeks after all."

"Overdosed?" Harry repeated.

"Yes, an antidepressant potion. They really ought not give depressed folk such large supplies of their potions at one time, in case they decide to do themselves in and all, but I'm not a potions Master, so what do I know about the dispensing of potions. Oh dear, I've got to go look after Mr. Longbottom. Good day, Mr. Potter."

Draco stood back as Harry approached Ginny. "Gin," he said, drawing her attention.

"Oh, hello Harry. I didn't think I'd see you today," she said with a bright smile.

"Really, why's that?" Harry asked, trying to keep the conversation light, but his eyes were already stinging.

"Because I thought I'd be dead," she answered and turned back to autographing Lockhart photographs.

The tears spilt down Harry's cheeks. "God, Gin, how could you have-- why didn't you tell me--I'm sorry," he said, turning away and seeking comfort from Draco. Draco gave it to him by standing tall and nodding at him. Harry took comfort in the nod and worried his bottom lip with his teeth. He looked down as he was wiping the tears from his face to see James staring up at him.

"I'm sorry, son," he said, laying a hand on James' shoulder and was surprised when James put his hand on top of Harry's and squeezed it. He let go and turned back to his mother.

Harry returned to Draco. "Did you see that? Do you think he's forgiven me?"

Draco narrowed his eyes in worry. "Don't count on it. He's doing it for her right now."

"But she said, God, she said she expected to be dead the next time she saw me; and with a wide smile on her face."

"Harry, let's gather the kids and we'll talk about it when we get back to Grimmauld Place, all right?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed.

***

Once back at 12 Grimmauld Place, everybody was subdued. Victoire and Teddy left the unhappy family to their grief in the drawing room while they entertained little Gabrielle, Gerard, and the baby, Genevieve with decorating for Christmas.

Harry and Draco sat in matching high-backed chairs before the fire. Harry listened to his children as they discussed what seeing their mother had been like. His heart ached as he heard them talk.

"It's not so bad, James," Lily was saying. "At least she's still alive and besides she's happy."

"Lily, she's gone wonky. Leave me alone."

"Fine, you don't have to be so rude though, you're not the only one hurting. Didn't you see Daddy break into tears in the hospital?"

"I said leave me alone."

James left the room and Harry could hear his footfalls thumping on the stairs and the door to his room slam.

Albus was whispering with Scorpius in a quiet voice that Harry couldn't quite make out.

He wished he could do something to make everything right again. For the second time in a month he hated magic. There were just some things that even magic couldn't fix. He looked over at Draco to find him surreptitiously stowing his wand up his sleeve.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Shh.." Draco whispered and mouthed, "surveillance charm," pointing upstairs.

Harry felt as if he'd gone daft. How could he have been so stupid as to think James had forgiven him? If not for Draco, Harry wasn't sure he'd be able to hold up under such circumstances and better understood what his children must be going through.

Victoire and Teddy chased their children around the house trying to get them to settle down for a bedtime story while Lily watched Albus beat Scorpius at Wizard's chess.

Harry remained lost in his own mind until Draco shook his shoulder and informed him that it was past midnight and they were the last ones awake.

"Oh," Harry said. "I didn't even realise--I'm sorry, Draco."

"Sorry for what? For grieving? Don't be. Let's get to bed, it's going to be another long noisy, children filled day tomorrow and those little ones are always awake at the crack of dawn."

Harry got up from his seat and stretched. Draco was already in a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms with his dressing gown thrown over the top. He looked edible. Harry followed him up the stairs but stopped off at the loo while Draco continued up the landing to their bedroom.

On his way back, Harry thought he heard Albus crying and stopped by the room he was sharing with Scorpius and peeked in through the crack the door made. What he saw shocked him.

His thirteen year old son was naked in bed with his best friend and they were snogging each other senseless and giving mutual hand-jobs.

Harry stumbled backwards, unable to quite take in what he'd just witnessed, when the surveillance charm went off and he felt his wrist go white hot.

He quickly regained his senses and headed down the hall, forcing his way through James' flimsy wards and found him tied by the neck to the headboard of the bed with Incarcerous ropes wrapped round his neck, face purple and blotchy, eyes bulging.

Harry quickly pulled his wand and cried, "Finite". He caught James up in his arms, tears pouring from his eyes. "Why, Jamie? Why did you do this to yourself?" He rocked his son back and forth crying over him while his colour slowly returned to normal.

Thick red welts covered James' neck and Harry's heart was breaking, he wanted to kill Ginny for what she'd done to their family; wanted to rip her head off and hit it with a beater's bat through a Quidditch goal hoop, yet at the same time a sense of a deep pit in his stomach reminded him of his own actions that had led up to this scene.

He continued to rock his son, smoothing his black hair and remembering days past when he'd held James like this after nightmares, when he'd held him as an infant, the last time James had allowed Harry to hug him in public on that first trip to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Tears of grief and tears of hate continued to paint his cheeks as he rocked, spilling down his face and chin and landing on James' passed out face.

He looked up and saw Draco standing in the doorway, a look of alarm gracing his features.

"Get Teddy," Harry instructed. "He's a St. Mungo's Healer and he'll know what to do." Draco Disapparated with a pop and quickly returned with Teddy in tow, Apparating into the room.

Teddy had his Healer's bag with him and instructed Harry to lay James down on the bed. "What happened?" he asked, examining the flaming welts that graced James' neck.

"Suicide attempt with Incarcerous," Harry stammered, still unbelieving that this was happening to his family.

Teddy pulled out some dittany and applied it to the angry welts, causing them to shrink and disappear. "It shouldn't leave any scarring and his colour is returning to normal, still, I don't think he should be left alone, he needs a Mind Healer, Harry."

"I know, I know," Harry said, pulling at his hair. "We're going to contact Susan Bones, first thing in the morning. I'll get Albus to stay with him tonight."

Harry felt his face flush at the memory of Albus wrapped up with Scorpius. "Teddy, if he's all right for tonight, can I speak with Draco alone for a bit?"

"Of course, but first I want to administer a pain and throat potion so his vocal cords will not be affected." he said, pulling out a couple of phials from his bag and tipping them into James' mouth. He left shortly after.

"What's this about, Harry? You went all red when you mentioned Albus. Is something wrong?"

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. Draco came up beside him and put an arm around his shoulder. "What's going on, Harry? Talk to me."

Harry looked up into Draco's cool grey eyes, sure that he must look a fright, but the way Draco gazed at him with such concern chased away his fears and gave him courage.

"Right before the surveillance charm alerted me to James, I thought Albus might be having a nightmare because of his cries coming from his room, so I peeked through the crack in the door and it seems that he and Scorpius are more than just friends. They were naked and snogging, giving each other mutual hand-jobs and it startled me more than you can imagine. I was going to put a stop to it, but the charm went off and I found James. Draco, our family is seriously fucked up. Albus and Scorpius are only thirteen."

At this news Draco paled and rushed for the door. "I'll put a stop to it right now," he said, exiting in a hurry.

Harry followed once he was sure that James was sleeping. He confiscated James' wand and put it in his pocket.

At the door of the boys' room Harry could hear Draco's hissing, scathing reprimands.

Harry stepped into the room to find the boys huddled together under the blanket on Albus' bed, trying to hide their nudity.

"Scorpius, Albus," Draco commanded. "We will turn around, but I want you both in your pyjamas immediately and on opposite sides of the room. We have some serious talking to do."

Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and turned him around, fuming.

Harry hadn't seen Draco so angry since his school days. He suddenly felt sorry for what Scorpius was going to go through, but decided that first they needed to discuss James' state.

"Let me tell them about James first," he whispered under his breath.

Draco deflated slightly and answered with a nod.

"Are you decent?" Draco demanded.

"Yes," said Scorpius.

Harry and Draco turned around. The boys were dressed in pyjamas, guilty, embarrassed looks gracing their faces.

"First off," Harry began. "Albus, you're going to be spending the rest of the holidays rooming with James."

Albus tried to protest, but Harry held up his hand, demanding silence.

"James tried to kill himself tonight and he can't be trusted to be left alone, do you understand?" he said, eyes stinging once more. He hated having to do this part of parenting, but was determined to do it right. "We'll talk more about the two of you tomorrow, privately."

"Except you, Scorpius," Draco said, barely concealing his fury.

Scorpius hung his head and nodded against his chest.

"Come on, Albus. Let's get you settled in with James," Harry said, wanting very much to hear what Draco was going to say to Scorpius.

He hurried Albus along and put a sticking charm on the door to keep it open and re-initiated the surveillance charm on James. "You sleep on the other side of the bed, young man. I want to know if anything happens to your brother tonight, understand?"

Albus nodded and climbed into the large bed beside his brother. "Dad, I'm sorry," he began, but Harry stopped him.

"I don't want to hear it right now. My main concern tonight is your brother. Goodnight," he said, extinguishing the lamps with a flick of his wand.

He hurried back to Scorpius' room and stood just out of sight, along the wall, eavesdropping. He startled when he caught the words 'pregnancy' and 'protective charms,' wondering what the hell Draco was talking about. He stood silent, straining his ears to hear what was being said.

"We are part Veela, and very fertile," Draco was saying. "Has there been any penetration between the two of you?" he demanded.

"No, of course not," Scorpius said, voice sounding unsure. "But he's a guy, I don't understand why I need to know protection charms."

"Veela can get men pregnant," Draco said. "Are you telling me the truth about the penetration? I will dose you with Veritaserum, don't think I won't."

"Yeah," Scorpius answered. "But only once and I was the one on the bottom. Dad, I love Albus."

"You are thirteen, Scorpius. According to the Power of Three, you and Albus are brothers by law if not by blood. It's wrong for you to be together. I don't want this happening again, but I realise that I don't have control over your actions when you are away from home. If you do this again, be sure to cast protective spells and procure some Muggle condoms. The spells aren't always effective. I still can't believe I have to have this talk with you already. I should have done it the day you left for Hogwarts the first time."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I can't promise you it won't happen again."

Draco sighed dramatically. "I know, there's just something about those Potter men that's irresistible. Still, try to wait until you're a couple of years older."

"How old were you when you first had sex?" Scorpius asked suddenly.

Draco answered sure and certain. "I was--young, it was about a year after Harry defeated a basilisk and I knew I didn't have a chance with him."

"Really?" Scorpius asked. "I thought he hated you in school, why would you think you had a chance?"

"I fancied him the moment I met him, back in Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was so skinny and scruffy looking, but I'd never seen such an open expression on anybody's face before. He turned me down when I offered him my friendship so I became a total thorn in his side to get him to pay attention to me. That was hell, but it's over now and I have him. I really love Harry, Scorpius, I want you to know that. It's hurting him like mad to have both of his sons getting into so much trouble. I don't want you adding to their difficulties."

"All right," Scorpius said, resigned.

"Get into bed and I'll tuck you in," Draco said, warmth returning to his voice.

"Dad, I don't need to be tucked in," Scorpius said indignantly.

"Yes, but I need to tuck you in.

"Fine,"

"Goodnight, son," Draco said softly, putting out the light.

Harry stood outside the door, arms folded and a look of disbelief on his face.

"I heard what you said."

"Potter, it's rude to eavesdrop," Draco said, heading up the landing toward their room.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth when I asked you about the condoms?" Harry demanded, on his heels.

Draco sighed and stopped halfway up the staircase, causing Harry to bump into his bum with his face. Harry grinned.

"I was embarrassed all right? I'll tell you all about it when we get to our room."

"Fine," Harry said, pushing away the days troubles in favour of talking to Draco, of being with him, of finally breaking through another barrier between them.

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