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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe Jk rowling and Warrner brothers has that right. I just play with the boys :) oh I also make no money from this

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, places, creatures etc. that is the sole property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. We make no money for this writing, this is purely a work of fiction and any resemblances to real people are coincidental and not the intent of the authors.

Synopsis: Ten years after the Great War the wizarding world seems to be in a state of utopia, but things aren’t always what they seem.

Warnings: First of all this will contain slash for those of you who are not a fan you will be disappointed, for those of you who want it to happen now, or even in the next few chapters you also will be disappointed. This is the first book of a trilogy that Smaddox and I have mapped out already. This is not a lovey feel good story, there will be death, there will be gore, there will be fowl language and most likely at least one explicit M/M sex scene. This story is not an AU in the truest sense of the word it will be DH complaint although we disregard the epilog. Please do not tell us we have our facts wrong all of the changes we have made will be explained by the end of the book. We promise.

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Book one of the

Verum Increbresco

Trilogy

Chapter eight

Solvo Vereor, Complexo Scientia

Harry knew where he was the moment his eyes opened, Malfoy Manor. He had come here on several occasions with Ron, Hermione, Andromeda and Teddy for spring picnics and lavish balls. He had only been to the dungeons once; it had been on a whim wanting to know what a real mid evil dungeon looked like he had popped down after dinner one night. It had been unsettling to say the least. The floors were sill stained in places with blood and a chill hung in the air. Why his mind had brought him here he couldn’t fathom, this was his least favorite place in the wizarding world.

“Harry, why are we here?” The blond man asked stepping from the shadows of a cell. “And why am I in here?”

Harry blanched; he had no idea why the blond was in chains, or why he had brought him to this house.

“I saw the lady of the house this evening I much have been thinking of it when I fell asleep.” He told the apparition looking around for a key to let the blond out of his chains.

“You saw mother, is she well?” He asked yanking against his bonds.

“Well now I know you’re not real, Narcissa doesn’t have any children; her husband has been dead for decades.” Harry commented turning and spotting a key hanging on the wall.

“Father was a Death Eater in the second war he died at the hands of the Aurors!” The blond exclaimed pulling more vigorously against the bonds.

“Well what would you know? Lucius Malfoy may have been and ass but he was not a Death Eater. You are getting ridiculous, am I going mad?” Harry asked unlocking the door and stepping through to let the blond out of his chains.

“I’m his son! I know when he died.” The blond cried. “You’re an idiot Potter a complete idiot!”

“Snape is the only one that ever called me Potter, well and Uncle Vernon, why would I make you call me that?” Harry murmured looking in to silver pools.

“You’re not making me do anything Potter why can’t you accept that?!” I am your rival, your lover and I can call you whatever the bloody hell I want to! Don’t you get it I’m real and I’m in pain. They have me in this strange place where night is winter and day is spring! Why won’t you believe me? You were the only one who ever believed in me.” The blond whispered the last part falling to his knees as Harry unlocked the last chain.

“I’m your Dragon Harry, why can’t you remember?”

Suddenly the men were standing in the middle of the quidditch field at Hogwarts wearing Slytherin and Gryffindor colors.

“Well that’s never happened before.” Harry commented looking around at the deserted stadium.

“We used to fly here all the time, in school and once I was the potions master here. It’s no wonder your mind would revert to this place when faced with the task of remembering what we are to one another.”

“Why can you tell me so much more today?” Harry asked stroking his firebolt.

“You’re trying to remember Harry, that’s the only explanation I can come up with. Maybe you should ask Hermione I’m sure she would know more about it than I would.”

“Oh is she here too?” Harry asked mockingly.

“No, I just thought you would have told her what’s been happening by now.”

“Well… kind of, I haven’t told her everything.” Harry responded rubbing the back of his neck.

“Bloody hell Potter the one time it would be helpful for you to bear your soul to her you don’t?” The blond griped.

“Well it would be easier if I could call you something other than this guy I’m dreaming about. She already thinks I’m sexually repressed” Harry snarled glaring.

“Call me Narcissa’s son, call me Malfoy.” The blond told him mounting his broom. “Hell… Call me Dragon.” With that he kicked off and soared in to the air.

Harry followed soaring high above the stadium, the wind whipped his face and he could smell rain in the distance. It was a perfect summer day to be chasing an attractive man around the Quidditch pitch he thought ironically, if only he was real. What if he was real the brunette thought suddenly, what if everything he had heard here was true? Dragon… why did that nickname seems so familiar? Dragon… Dragon… Dra… Dra,,, co? Dra-co? Suddenly Harry’s head shot up and he looked straight at the floating figure not too far from him. “Draco?”

Harry assumed Teddy was feeling better since the young boy had taken residence on his chest. Waking to and over hyper Twelve year old was not Harry’s idea of an idyllic moment but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry seeing as this was the first time Teddy had been out of bed to Harry’s knowledge since they had returned home the pervious morning.

“Good morning Teddy.” Harry rasped pulling the boy off of him and on to the bed. “Do you really think that jumping on someone is the best way to wake them?” He asked tickling his Godson mercilessly.

“N-no p-p-please I give u-up!” Teddy called out between giggles.

Harry laughed and pulled the dark haired boy in to a hug, he had missed that laugh.

“Is breakfast done yet?” He inquired sitting up and reaching for his glasses.

“Yeah Mum told me to come get you because your being lazy.” Teddy told him hopping out of the other side of the king bed.

“Hmm well she would know.” Harry teased walking in to his bath room to grab his night robe. “What do you think Teddy my boy should we have breakfast in our pajamas?” He asked jovially.

“Oh really, can we Harry?” Teddy asked bouncing on his toes. “Mum said I had to go get dressed but I really don’t want to no one is here anyway.”

“Well maybe your mother can be persuaded to reconsider.” Harry swooped down and scooped Teddy in to his arms, then on to his shoulders.

Breakfast was filled with laughter; Andromeda had been persuaded to change back in to her night clothes and join them for a lazy day, starting with a whip cream and strawberry pancake tower for breakfast.

The cozy dining room in the family wing made Harry feel less like he was living in a grand Manor and more like they were relaxing in their home. Andromeda was wearing a silky diamond white night gown and she looked like an angel as she danced around the room with Teddy after he had made a successful attempt at a leviosa spell. The tea kettle was now sitting high on their china cabinet. Harry laughed and clapped his hands; he loved this, when Teddy was home he felt like he had a real family.

By noon Andromeda had forgone her night dress for a pair of muggle jeans and a button down, and Harry was walking around in a t-shirt and slacks. Teddy was still running around the house Harry had just given up on chasing him and folded himself in to his chair in the Library when Hermione’s head appeared in their fire.

“Harry I’m coming through with Rose and Ron.” She called and then in a flash she and Ron appeared with the very pink pram once more attached to Hermione.

Harry blinked stupidly. “Are you tied to that pram?”

Hermione glared huffing and fiddling with the pink bow that tied her wrist to the pram. “Yes Harry I am, could you imagine losing a baby in the floo system?” She asked pulling the prams cover open and exposing a sleeping Rose.

“Mione she’s sleeping.” Ron whispered scooping his little daughter in to his arms.

“Teddy’s old crib is still in one of extra bedrooms in the family wing if you want to put her down.” Harry told him smiling at the sight of Ron cooing to his daughter. The redhead smiled at him and waved his free hand walking out of the room.

Hermione sat next to Harry, a rather thick stack of parchment in her hands. “I received a letter from Narcissa this morning with the list of seers that have agreed to see us.” She told him handing over half of the stack. “As you can see it is a rather extensive list. I’m afraid with Narcissa’s popularity and your notoriety every seer in the country is willing to teach Teddy.”

“Well they can’t all teach him.” Harry told her wondering how they were going to go through the entire list.

“Of course not Harry we need to hold auditions and find the best candidate.” Hermione scoffed at him rifling through her pages.

Harry glanced down at his own stack of papers. “Are these resumes Hermione?”

“Well of course how else were we going to weed out the ridiculous claims. Narcissa asked for a resume detailing how many prophecies they have made, how many have been proven correct, what families they have worked for, how many seers there are in their family tree and a brief biography of their life thus far including at what age their gift emerged.

So how many pages are we talking about going through per applicant? Harry asked shuffling mindlessly.

“Oh I would say about four.”

“And how many applicants are there?”

“Umm three hundred or so.” Hermione replied waving her hand dismissively while reading through a file.

“So you want the two of us to go over twelve hundred pages of resumes in how long?”

“Well I’d say we should get them done today Harry so we can get the second step rolling, and don’t be silly Ron will help us go through them, his stack is in Roses pram.” She exclaimed happily setting a few papers on to his coffee table.

Harry groaned and called Kreacher in to bring them all tea he had a feeling this was going to take a while.

After a twenty minute, S.P.E.W. lecture from Hermione their little group had settled down to look over potential tutors. Andromeda joined them making the work load slightly ore bearable but three hours in Harry was less than a fourth of the way through his stack. He had yet to find anyone he thought was qualified enough to tutor Teddy in basic arithmetic let alone seeing.

Hermione seemed to be having better luck, she had two piles of files that were fairly equal while Andromeda had one rather small pile and one jumbled mess that Harry assumed was the no section.

Ron had disappeared again to check on Rose something he had been doing evert twenty minutes since they started. Harry had to assume he was bored because really what could a sleeping infant need every twenty minutes.

“I have absolutely no qualified applicants.” Harry told them suddenly breaking the silence.

“I have found a number of them that seem to be acceptable candidates, though none of them were Teddy’s age when their gifts coalesced.” Andromeda commented sighing as she shuffled her yes pile.

“It is rather rare Dromeda.” Hermione commented still looking through her pile.

“Well yes I am aware of that, even so should there not be at least one such person in all of these piles?” She asked leaning on her hand.

“I’m sure they’re here, we just need to keep looking.”

Another three hours and hundreds of pieces of parchment later they had a rough list. Hermione had come to the conclusion there was no reason to read over the resumes of seers that had no proven work, and couldn’t produce another seer in their family tree; which helped the process along immensely.

Harry wanted desperately to talk to Hermione about his revelation the night before but he had not as of yet found a sufficiently private time to speak with her. He was so sure this was real, he wasn’t certain why he felt this way all of the sudden; he didn’t even know for sure that Draco was the blonds name but somehow it felt right.

“Mione can you help me with getting dinner ready in the kitchen.” Harry asked standing and turning towards the large double doors.

“Harry Kreacher will make dinner.” Andromeda reminded him knitting a pair of booties for Rose.

“No Dromeda I don’t want to make Hermione even more uncomfortable, we’ll cook.” He told her grabbing Hermione’s hand.

The brunette witch looked quizzical as he drug her through the halls and in to the family kitchen.

“What exactly is so important Harry?” She asked as the door clicked shut behind them.

“I think these dreams I’m having are real.” He told her turning to start the stove.

The pause that followed made Harry feel like he was in school again and he had just answered an astronomy question with a potions answer.

“Real?” Hermione asked sounding exasperated. “Well yes Harry I have no doubt that you are really having dreams.”

“No I mean I think the man in them is real. His name is Draco.”

“Harry we don’t know a Draco.” Hermione reminded him, the sounds of her pulling out a chair and seating herself sounded in the resulting silence.

“Well… he says someone did something to everyone he knows to erase him from their memories… so maybe that’s why we don’t think we know him.” Harry turned to look at Hermione; she was staring at him with a look of complete disbelief.

“You are having strange dreams Harry, but that’s all they are, dreams.” She told him slowly as though he wouldn’t understand what a dream was.

“That’s what everyone told me about my visions from Voldemort too Hermione. Draco says he’s being held somewhere against his will, if this is real can we afford to ignore it?”

“Well no but Harry I’m sure it’s not real. What you’re talking about is extremely difficult magic, not only that the caster would have to know you intimately to even get through your natural sleep shields.”

“Would a lover work as someone who knows me intimately?” He asked suddenly.

“Well… Well yes but Harry I’ve never even heard of a spell that does exactly what you’re describing.”

“He said we modified a sleeping beauty spell.” Harry explained flipping the stove off and sitting next to Hermione at the table. “Hermione I swear I wouldn’t come to you if Draco hadn’t convinced me, he did things that I just can’t imagine my subconscious doing, said things that confused me. I mean I don’t even know what a Sleeping Beauty spell is.”

“Well you wouldn’t would you; it wasn’t covered in school or Auror training. It’s rather more of a curse than anything else it puts the dreamer in to a stasis while they live out their lives in a dream world created by the caster.”

“Exactly Hermione how could my subconscious talk about something I’ve never heard of?” Harry asked taking Hermione’s hand in his own.

“I… I suppose this could be real. If I could find a way to share your dreams would you let me?” She asked looking in to his eyes.

“Yeah Mione, even Draco thinks we need your help and I’m inclined to agree. I can’t go on an adventure as great as this without my best friend.”

“Yes well of course not… Are we going to tell Ron? I mean I think we should.”

“Yeah of course I just wanted to be sure of everything before we got him in on it, if I am just creating this in my mind I will never hear the end of it.” Harry replied bashfully rubbing his neck.

Hermione let out a tinkling giggle and wrapped her arms around Harry. “That is what you would be worried about!” She exclaimed.

Harry smiled and hugged her back; he had missed adventures, as much as he liked a quiet life. It felt like they were teenagers again, rushing off to fight a great evil.

“I’ve missed this Mione.” He whispered. “Working with you towards something important.”

Hermione pulled back and blinked a few times before she smiled widely. “You know Harry, so have I.”

Later after dinner Harry lay in bed staring up at the ceiling above his bed, it was stone and the grey shimmer made him think about Draco. Would he see him again tonight? The dreams were becoming more frequent but it was not unusual to go a few days without one. It seemed strange to anticipate falling asleep with this sort of heady excitement but Draco was interesting and more attractive than any man he knew in the real world.

Harry wondered what else in his world had been altered by the people that had taken Draco. It seemed he was still friends with Hermione in reality since Draco mentioned her, but what about Andromeda and Teddy were they supposed to be in his life, should he really be the head Auror? Was Kingsley the real Minister? Harry shuddered and pulled the covers higher tucking them under his chin.

If Draco was real then maybe this world was the dream.

Draco lay in bed in the little cottage in, the strange village. Pansy was making dinner and he was waiting, it seemed like waiting was all he did lately. Wait for Harry to sleep, wait for the snow to melt, wait to be rescued. All of this inactivity had given him time to think. He had never expected to be separated from Harry truthfully, they had planned for the worse but Draco had been so caught up with his mother, his fiancé and plans for the rest of his life that he had never considered having it all ripped from him.

Harry not knowing him had been hard. He missed the brunette so much, when he had first seen him he had wanted to throw himself in to his arms. Not being able to even tell him he loved him was driving him mad. Harry had asked Draco to marry him almost a year ago now, the night before Draco ended up here.

Waking up in this strange place without Harry had been traumatizing to say the least. Draco had ranted raved and made a nuisance of himself, destroying things, casting at the barrier and screaming his head off. His fellow prisoners had tried to calm him down but it was obvious that they all felt the same way.

There had been a few familiar faces, Luna Lovegood, her father, and her two children, as well as Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, his wife and their children. But for the most part the village was full of unfamiliar faces. Draco had hoped Harry would realize he was missing and come for him. But as the weeks passed he realized the spell hadn’t worked the way they had hoped and he would need to try and contact Harry.

That had proven difficult, the charms surrounding Harry’s mind were strong and numerous. Months of tedious casting had left him with a very small opening in to his loves mind, once in things got worse; the memory spell attacked him thinking he was a wayward memory floating in Harry’s subconscious and tried to push him in to a small glowing door at the back of his mind. It had taken weeks of thought and consultation with most of the village before Draco had figured a way past it. Finally he had been in Harry’s presence and able to speak to him, yet he found himself unable to say his name the one thing he was sure Harry would remember. It seemed the people doing this had left previsions; the memories had to be awakened before he could tell Harry that bit of information.

Now here he was Harry had said his name, what that meant he wasn’t quite sure but he had said it. Draco was ready to delve back in to Harry’s subconscious and speak with him again but the last trip had cost him most of his magical reserves and until Pansy could get him some food it wasn’t safe to go in, if he did he could be trapped in Harry’s mind forever.
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