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Lilly's Secrets	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter 7 ~ Sacrifice
Warnings: Angst, M/M
A/N ~ Djaddict, I did not think the repairs were necessary to discuss in detail. The reason being, since Harry still has a lot to learn about the magical world there are still areas he is unfamiliar with that those brought up with it are well aware of. Being the Castle's protector is one of those. That's why Draco looked at him funny when Harry mentioned being chosen, and made the comment "Is there anything you can't do?" McGonagall also understands what it means to be a protector, and they know that part of the job is to fix the castle. So for them this is nothing out of the ordinary. Draco is just shocked that Harry was chosen, as was McGonagall. Their shock has more to do with his age and the implication that he has more power than they assumed. But that will be explained a bit more later. Thank you for your review. And your questions. I am fallible, and there are parts of the story that play out in my head that may not get put on paper, though I will try to avoid that. :D
Delia Cerrano ~ I still have a few more curve balls to throw, but you will be happy with things in the end :D
The darkness of sleep gripped Harry. His dreams were black, dark, and yet safe. He was immobile as always in his dream. Those hands were back, only they stayed in his hair, stroking and massaging. Harry struggled to move, struggled to open his eyes. But he could not fight against unknown bonds. More noise, muffled words and a voice made it to his ears. Nothing clear, nothing defining. The rain came again, soft dripping, warm on his face sliding away. More flashes of light, slower this time. Scenes from Harry's past started, but from a unique perspective. He could see himself in them. A sweep of sheer agony ripped through him with the image of him in Hagrid's arms only a few days ago.
Wednesday
Harry bolted awake. The dreams were more confusing each time. As before, Harry felt a connection, and he knew the dreams were more than just dreams. Yet he knew nothing of who he was connecting with.
Harry got up to start his day, he had nothing really to do. So he decided to read a book in the library, and would work on his speech for Friday. He was so completely lost in thought, that he almost did not hear the knock on the door. Harry looked a bit confused, and realized that most of the day had gone while he was in the library. He got up and opened the door to Draco, who smiled at him and walked in. He was carrying a small package.
"This is from mum." Draco said, handing the package to Harry. "It's for our lunch, it's something she actually makes on her own, and it's quite delicious."
Harry opened the package to find a baked brie with an obvious warming charm as it was still steaming. The smell was amazing, causing his mouth to water slightly. Harry grinned at Draco, "It looks delectable."
Harry ushered Draco to the small table, and went to retrieve two small plates and some bread from the cupboard. Draco pulled out a small jar of jam from his pocket and placed it on the table. Harry fished some cold meat from the fridge and a few carrots and walked back to the table.
They ate the small lunch. Harry was almost moaning at the wonderful taste of the brie. It literally melted in his mouth and the currant jam on it was to die for. He broke out of his reverie when he heard Draco chuckling from the other side.
"One would think, Harry that you had never eaten before." Draco stated with a smile.
"I would say one had never eaten anything good, until they tried your mum's brie." Harry said, "I have to say it is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted."
Draco beamed. “I will let her know. It is one of her talents. I personally will not eat anyone's but hers. I only hope whomever I bond with will be good enough for her to share the recipe with."
Harry smiled, "well we can't have the recipe die, now can we. I guess I will just have to keep you around just for your mum's brie."
Draco laughed. "And I though Ron was the one of the trio that worshiped food."
"Ahh it doesn't matter if the food is edible, I think Ron lost all taste many years ago and just goes for filling his always empty stomach." Harry said with a chuckle.
Draco smiled, and then sobered a bit, "Friday is the day for the memorial."
Harry nodded, "I know, McGonagall told me yesterday. I want to speak for Professor Snape, do you think your family would mind?"
Draco shook his head, "Not at all, they just want to see him get some peace."
Harry nodded, and then stood up. "I finished his diary, so if you want to take it with you, you can."
Draco stood and followed Harry up to the library. Harry picked up the diary and handed it reverently to Draco. Draco stroked the book gently, and then looked at Harry. The paler boy looked ready to break. Harry walked forward and hugged him, and the dam broke. Draco sagged in Harry's arms and sobbed.
Sometimes a good cry can help ease the soul.
Thursday night
Harry drifted to sleep. Covered in darkness once again. He waited for those now familiar hands that returned night after night. They turned from soft caresses to a burning touch for Harry. The fingers were electric on his face and where ever they touched. The lips were a brand on his soul, marking him as loved. Harry could do nothing but feel, and cry from the exquisite tenderness those hands showed. When the lips caressed his own, Harry wanted to melt. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent, a hint of bergamot and lavender and another spice he could not make out. It was a heady scent that made him feel dizzy and aroused. He pushed harder to open his eyes or move, but still not even a twitch.
Friday
Harry stood in front of the full length mirror adjusting his clothing. The long sleeves of the black suit jacket and the shoes he had finished shining only moments before. He was ready, but his hands were shaking. He had prepared a speech, one he was loath to give.
Crowds of witches and wizards filled the Great Hall, which seemed to be expanded in size to accommodate the gathering. Harry stood off to the side fidgeting. The ceremony was opened with a solemn speech by Professor McGonagall extoling the virtues of sacrifice and freedom.
"A special speaker wishes to say a few words," she said to the crowd, "Harry Potter."
The crowd did not applaud, they did not cheer, and they remained reverent to the ceremony at hand. For this Harry was thankful.
"We have lost many good people. Not just brilliant witches and wizards, but good people. People who loved one another, me, and so many others. Each of them has impacted our lives in ways we only really see once they are gone. I speak for those whom I have known, and for one who I believe the world never knew. We all knew Remus and Tonks Lupin as a wonderful couple, who brought joy to those around us. We know the legacy that has been shaped by Remus and taught us how to accept certain imperfections in one another. Fred Weasley was known as a jokester and a prankster, but the reason he was so beloved, was because he used this uplifting gift to provide some happiness during our darkest times. They were all heroes in their own right. But today I also speak of a savior that our world did not know well. He was always looked upon with suspicion, and most dared not be caught in his company. Yet of all of us in this war, He was the one to sacrifice so much. Severus Snape was a savior for our world. Even in his younger years, he was selfless and caring. He was the savior of the merpeople we now have living in our Black lake. They would have perished if not for his potion that created an environment for them to live in. Through the years over and over he helped me when I did not know it. We all see him as the killer of our beloved Headmaster, but Professor Dumbledore was dying and asked Severus to kill him so Draco Malfoy did not have to. Imagine, being asked to kill a being you loved, and knowing that you will do it, because you love them. He lay dying and still gave me the information I needed to kill the Dark Lord once and for all. This man was more than a hero, He was our savior, and deserves our respect, our admiration, and our remembrance of his true life, not just our previous perception of it." Harry stepped away from the podium, and walked back to the corner of the room, the crowd stunned and silent.
The rest of the day was filled with various speakers and family of those past. The event was solemn and quiet. The interesting part was the small mirrors in the back were displaying pictures of those that had died during the event; all caskets had been previously sealed and interred next to Dumbledore’s tomb.
After everyone started to leave, McGonagall cornered Harry. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears. "Harry dear, I need to talk to you privately, do you have a moment." She asked expectantly.
Harry nodded and followed her out of the Great Hall and down towards an empty classroom. She pulled up two chairs and offered one to Harry. He took it and looked expectantly up at her.
"Harry I don't know how to say this," She started, "But we were unable to locate the body for Professor Snape. It looked like he was dragged out of there, but we cannot find any other signs after the entryway. I'm sorry, we will continue to search, but I am afraid, that he may be irretrievable." Harry just stared at her, his whole body felt numb. Inside he was raw with emotions from the day, as if his very soul were bleeding out of him. He stood up quickly. McGonagall tried to reach for him, but he shook his head and left. He walked towards his home, feeling hollow and empty. He nearly did not see George slumped over by a tree, and tripped over him. Harry landed with a loud thump, legs dangling over George's knees. "Wasit..Oi, 'arry, sat you?" The words were slurred and almost unintelligible. Harry righted himself and looked at George, bottle of fire whisky in one hand and the other trying to steady himself.
George was drunk. Harry got up and offered his hand. "Let’s get to my place, you can finish there." George nodded sluggishly, grabbing for Harry's hand and nearly missing. Harry hauled him up to his feet and let the drunk man lean on him as he slowly walked them to the cottage. Harry and George made it to the parlor, barely, and Harry let George slide down into one of the chairs. George took another long drink from the bottle and peered up at Harry.
"no what I misss... most of Fred, 'arry?" George mused while trying not to slur.
"Shhh... You don't have to talk George, Drink and rest if that is what you want," Harry offered. The pain was obvious on George's face. Harry understood the pain of loss, but to lose your twin, that had to be brutal.
"I miss his kiss..." George said quietly, then his head fell and Harry heard the soft sounds of snoring. Harry was shocked by the revelation to say the least. He had never really contemplated sexual issues until recently. He waved his wand and the bottle landed in his hands. Looking at it for a brief moment, he was tempted to follow George into oblivion. But that way was not a good route to start. He put the bottle down on one of the tables and levitated George and took him off to the guest room. He settled him down on to the bed and let the covers fall. He walked back up to his room and settled down on his bed, pushing the day from his mind. He could not dwell on the past or the pain right now. He reached over to his nightstand and took out a potion he had purchased the day after Draco's visit. A sleep potion, not a dreamless one, but at least it would help him fall asleep. He longed for his dreams, even though they plagued him with worry. They were his only escape.
The familiar caresses started again, he couldn't open his eyes and see who loved him. Always soft hands would stroke his skin. Firm lips would brush his forehead, hair would tickle his face, and soft murmurs, he could never make out. His body was lost in the sensation as before, fire built and his blood sang. He craved more, he always did, but never more than touches and soft kisses were given to him. Until tonight. He felt a body press alongside of his own. He willed his arms to move, to touch, to map and learn about who this mystery lover was. For the first time in what seemed like ages, his one arm moved. No longer pinned to his side, he grabbed for the person touching him, and touched hardness.
Harry bolted awake, sun streaming into his room. He was breathing raggedly, his mind whirling. He had been dreaming of a man.
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