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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
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- 7
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Chapter 7: Draco
Draco heaved a sigh as he thought about the last couple months. He was currently sitting in his godfather’s room as the healers cast diagnostic spells, gave him his potions, and others that were for trying to remove the foreign magic in his system.

Sitting back in his chair by the fireplace, Draco looked at the letter that Harry had left on his way out. He hadn’t noticed it until he went back to the parlor 3 days after his departure, the same day he received a letter from Gringotts, which sat with Harry’s.

Draco,
I know these last few months have been difficult for you. You’re a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s aren’t supposed to show emotions, especially the negative ones. But I also know you. You show the world one thing, but I know how much you’re hurting.
I can see it in your eyes when you think no one is looking. It’s on your face when you are thinking, in your voice when you’re speaking to Severus about your day. It’s the little things that I notice when I’m here.
You are still grieving the loss of your son and the ending of your marriage. I cannot say that I understand, but in a way, I do. I have seen the ghosts of my parents, spoken to them, and have lost my godfathers, Sirius and Remus. I know the loss of family intimately, and you can never stop grieving, but you can keep living.
With that said, I have decided to give you one of my properties to live in. You and Severus. It will do you both good for a change in scenery. It is on the coast in Ireland. A small cottage with a fully functioning garden and greenhouse, curtesy of Neville Longbottom.
The cottage itself has been updated and the basement holds a surprise that I will leave you to discover. There are 6 bedrooms, so not too small, but definitely enough space for two instead of that drafty old manor that holds so many bad memories for you both. I’m letting you use this cottage to heal and to grieve. There is a small wizarding village 5 miles west. It is isolated just enough that no one will bother you.
There are ancient wards around it and once belonged to the eldest Peverell Brother, Antioch. It is also unplottable and under the Fidelius charm with me as the Secret Keeper. I have left a box in the living room for you to move where you wish. This box will allow you to send me messages and I you. If there is anyone you wish to tell of the secret, please do not hesitate to ask.
This may be good bye, my dear friend, but it will not be forever. You will see me again and I will keep searching for a way to save your godfather. I ask you to take care and to grieve.
Your friend,
Harry
P.S. I’ve also made you the de facto Lord Black in my absence. You should be receiving notice from Gringotts within the next few days. This letter is a portkey to take you to the cottage. The activation word is home.
With another sigh, Draco set aside the first letter and picked up the second.
Greetings Lord Malfoy,
My name is Ragnok, Account Manager for Master Potter. He has asked me to inform you of your duties as the de facto Lord Black and any other requirements he has left for you.
First, is the matter of heirs. Before giving you the title Lord Black to use in his absence, you were the next heir in line, making your cousin, Nymphadora Lupin nee Tonks, son, Edward ‘Teddy’ Lupin, the secondary heir. Now, with your new, temporary title, you are the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and young Teddy the primary heir.
Moving on to the vaults, included is a full account and inventory of all the Black vaults. You have access to all of it, except for an exception in regard to investments. Master Potter has invested in many wizarding and muggle businesses that have made a hefty profit. You are, therefore, prohibited from removing any of these investments, but are more than welcome to add to them.
Young Teddy’s trust vault will not be un your care, but the care of your aunt, his grandmother, Andromeda Tonks nee Black. This is done at Master Potter’s requests due to the young air also being the Potter family heir and because she has control, as proxy, to the other vaults under Master Potter’s other lordships.
Master Potter has also made a request to allow the Lord and Lady Greengrass emergency access to the Black vaults. In order for them to have this access, they will require a letter written by you and signed with a blood quill granting them said access. Potion Master Severus Snape-Prince will also have access to the Black vaults, just as you do, once he awakes from his coma.
Then there are the seats on the Wizengamont and Hogwarts Board of Education. As the de fact Lord Black, it is your right to take up these seats at any time. As it stands Madam Tonks, your aunt, is the current proxy. If, at any time, you wish to take up these seats in Master Potter’s absence, you may do so by contacting both myself and Madam Tonks, and they will be transferred to you.
If there are any other questions you have of me, don’t hesitate to ask, I am at your disposal.
Master Goblin Ragnok
Account Manager for the Master of Death
Shaking his head in resigned acceptance, Draco placed the letter, and the accompanying parchment with the Black Family account information, back on the table with the letter from Harry.
He looked at the healers present and saw that they were packing up and getting ready to leave. “Finished then?” he asked.
“Yes, Lord Malfoy. There have been no changes in his conditions and he is well enough to be transported,” the healer informed him.
“Very good. Thank you.” Draco stood and walked over to the bed side, “I’ll inform you when I’m ready to move him.”
“Of course, Lord Malfoy. I will await your letter,” and with that, the three healers left.
Once the door to the bedroom closed, Draco summoned his chair from in front of the fireplace and sat down, taking Severus’s hand in his. “Tilly,” he called.
‘POP’, “Master calls for Tilly?”
“Yes, can you bring me a tray of figure sandwiches, tea, and my book on my desk in my office?”
“Right away Master Draco. Tilly bes getting them!” and with another near silent ‘POP’, Till left, only for a tray of sandwiches and tea, along with his book to appear moments later.
Taking a deep breath, Draco turned his thoughts from Harry and to the months past. Harry had been right. He may look well-adjusted to the loss of his son and wife, but that was so very far from the truth. In truth, he was devastated. Heartbreakingly devastated. In one fell swoop he not only lost his son, but his beloved wife to a madness that he didn’t even understand.
The Greengrasses had been a neutral family and had never wanted to associate with the Dark Lord. For Astoria to lose herself and turn to the blackest of magics to bring back the broken spirit of a dead mad man was, quite frankly, shocking. Never before had she ever mentioned to want to follow the Dark Lord.
The worst part of it all was the loss of his son, his only heir. He had been so excited and couldn’t wait to have his son in his arms at last. He had plans, plans to play with and to love his child in a way that he wished his parents had played with and loved him. Now, his father is in Azkaban and his mother dead. He was going to give his beloved son the world, spoiled, but humbled and kind, caring.
He squeezed Severus’s hand tightly before saying, “I’m so lost, Godfather. I don’t know what to do anymore. Astoria has gone mad and has killed my son hours after he was born.” He felt tears running down his cheeks, “Now Harry, the only other person who could possible understand has left and I haven’t a clue as to when I’ll see him next. Wake up, Godfather, please, I need your help.”
He took a shuddering breath and laid his head down on the bed next to their clasped hands. “I know I should take Harry’s offer of that cottage. He could very well be right in that it would help us both to be somewhere new, somewhere that horrid memories don’t haunt our sleep.”
Unable to continue as old memories, and new, began to haunt his very thoughts, Draco clutched the hand in his and let his tears flow and his sobs wrack his shoulders as he grieved everything that he lost. He grieved for his mother and for his son. He grieved for the woman he loved, still loved, and for the three years they had spent together. He grieved the loss of his friend that left, even with a way to communicate, he was no longer there, no longer a floo call away. Harry wouldn’t pop in randomly to just sit and be, or to talk about nothing and everything. He grieved for his godfather, a man so brave and selfless, a man that sacrificed nearly everything to end the war. He grieved for the father figure he saw in him, the man that he wished was his father and was in every way that mattered.
He would move them both to this cottage of Harry’s. A fresh start, a place of no memories, no nightmares, a place to may, just maybe, love again, a place where his godfather would finally wake up. Draco cried like he had never cried before. Heart breaking sobs that could be heard rooms away. Sobs that left his loyal house elf, Tilly, grieving with him. Never before had a Malfoy grieved for so much so openly, but if Draco could say anything about it, he would rather be able to grieve so openly in the presence, albeit a magical coma, of his beloved godfather, the only man to care enough to save him from a fate worse than death.
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