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The Fallen Lion	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22455 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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starr: Can you tell I’m not a Ginny fan? Soon, VERY soon, we will find out about Hermione, Ron and the child.
CDGaymer: Glad to see another review from you. Glad you’re still getting into it.
iPod reader: Hmm. That is a one of a kind review. I had to think carefully of how to respond to this. I don’t typically write tragedies so unfortunately this one will not be going out that easy. You did inspire me to give Tippy a good, big part in the start of this chapter. As for hiatus, I haven’t been writing the story that long and I’m trying to make my time transitions as smoothly as I can. Healing takes time.
JezeBelDK: Thank you! A cross between romance and crime story…I love it! I’ll try to keep adding more Draco & Severus cuteness.
moodysavage: Hmm. Well, I think you’ll find this chapter VERY interesting. Just saying.

Chapter Eight
M.I.A.

It had been nearly a month since he had visited with Lily’s sister. They had a lot of answers now to the mystery that was Harry Potter.
Harry, apparently, had an unhappy marriage that led to one of the nastiest wizarding world divorces. Something happened between the Weasley’s and Harry, which resulted in them refusing to see him. Harry lived a good year with his muggle relatives before it too ended in disaster.
Severus felt like they were still missing big pieces of the puzzle.
Why was Harry comfortable enough to smile and cry in front of them, but not talk?
What happened between him and the Weasley family?
Was the potion he brewed meant to act like the Draught of the Living Death?
Severus was pleased to note that Harry was only having nightmares once or twice a week now. He was still working on figuring out the potion Harry had concocted. As a Potions Master, he should have been able to reproduce it easily. Except Harry’s ingredient allergies and the unique coloring of the potion had him stumped. He was currently hunched over a table of thick books, reading through research of other Masters. It was his hope that they would provide him some insight.
“MASTER SEVERUS!”
Severus jumped out of his skin. His hand over his rapidly beating heart, Severus leaned back in his chair. A terrified Tippy was standing on his books with her hands wrung in front of her.
“Tip–? Tippy, what’s wrong?” Severus asked, realizing something was off.
Tippy reached up to pull on her ears. Her distress seemed to increase as she yanked on the tips of her bat-like ears.
“Tippy is looking and looking all over the Master’s home! But Tippy is not finding any notes and no signs outside! Tippy is not knowing what to do! Master Draco is being at work and Master Severus is researching, but Tippy is being scared!”
Severus couldn’t make heads or tails of what Tippy was trying to tell him.
“Tippy, what are you trying to say?” Severus demanded.
“Master Harry is gone!”
His heart leapt up into his throat. A cold feeling dropped into the pit of his stomach. If Tippy couldn’t find Harry, then that meant he was nowhere on the grounds. If he were, she would have been able to sense him. Jumping to his feet, Severus quickly commanded her to check town and the forest.
He quickly sent a Patronus to Draco, informing him of the situation. He could only hope that the blonde wizard wasn’t out in the field today. He quickly darted from the lab and to the living room. Severus nearly knocked down the floo pot when he snatched a handful and flung it into the fireplace.
“Hogwarts, Headmaster’s Office. Albus!”
He was relieved when the Headmaster answered the call almost immediately. That relief became distress when he asked if Harry was there and Albus answered in the negative. He told a worried looking Headmaster he would explain later and to inform him if Harry did show.
Severus checked the wards around the house and was pleased to find them undisturbed. So Harry hadn’t been snatched by any ex-Death Eaters. When a distraught Tippy returned, in even more hysterics over failing to find her Master Harry, Severus was forced to calm her down. He told her how to find Harry’s muggle aunt and to check there.
“But don’t be seen by any muggles,” Severus added.
Tippy nodded her head enthusiastically before disappearing. At the same time, Draco popped into the entrance hall. Spotting his lover, Draco dashed over to him with a worried look on his face.
“I had Kingsley check the Burrow and I checked Saint Mungo’s. He wasn’t at either of them,” Draco told him.
“Tippy checked the surrounding area and town and I checked with Albus. Nothing,” Severus told him.
He didn’t think it was possible, but Draco turned even paler than he already was. All of Harry’s possible locations were quickly diminishing to none. He wouldn’t have gone to his house (due to him having burned it down).
The two worried lovers decided to check Harry’s room for any clues. They felt bad going through Harry’s things, but it could be vital to locating the brunette. Sadly, they didn’t find much. Unknown to them, Harry’s photo album and special book he wrote in were safely tucked away in a hidden spot. So they didn’t know to look for them.
The only clue was a sleeping ferret on Harry’s pillow. Tybalt was curled into a ball, paying no mind to the two wizards.
“Okay. Think, love. When did either of us last see Harry? I saw him at lunch around noon before going to my lab,” Severus said.
Draco had to push the worry from his mind as he thought it over.
“It’s close to three now. I was able to go in late so I didn’t leave until after ten. Um…Harry was working out in the garden. I brought Tybalt out to him before I left. I complimented him on how nice the garden was looking and I left,” Draco answered.
“Did he seem any different? Was he acting strange or did he seem distracted?” Severus asked.
Draco tried hard to remember, but it wouldn’t come to him. He brought his hands up to clench his head. He gave his lover such a defeated look that Severus wanted nothing more than to kiss his pain away.
“I… I don’t think so. I don’t know.” Cringe. “Sev, what if we don’t find him?”
Severus shushed his lover as he pulled him into his arms.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find him,” Severus said, rubbing his lover’s back.
Draco rested his pounding head on his lover’s shoulder with a big sigh.
“Merlin, I…I just hope he’s okay,” Draco whispered.
“I know. Don’t worry, Dragon. We’ll find him,” Severus whispered back, pressing a small kiss to the side of his head.
As he held his slightly shorter lover, the older wizard’s gaze fell to a calendar hanging from the wall. Today’s date was circled several times. His eyes grew wide in realization. He yanked his lover closer into his grip and whispered “Hang on” before apparating.
When they landed, Draco stumbled away from his lover with a bad sense of vertigo. It was only due to his iron will that he didn’t bend over a bush and hurl. He shot the wizard an accusing glare, but the Potions Master was already off with his quick stepping. Draco ran to catch up to him.
“What are you doing? Where are we?” Draco demanded.
“Godric’s Hollow,” Severus answered.
Draco squinted one of his eyes. That name sounded very familiar and very important to remember. His lover must have sensed his confusion because his explanation followed that as they turned down a street.
“Godric’s Hollow. October 31. The Dark Lord.”
Suddenly, it came to him. Godric’s Hollow was where Harry’s family had been living and hiding when the Dark Lord had struck. It was also the final resting place for Lily and James Potter.
They found him in the middle of the graveyard. There was incense burning atop the grave and a fresh bouquet of flowers lay on the ground. Harry was curled up on the ground leaning onto the grave, lightly shivering from the small chill. His half-lidded eyes and no apparent injuries brought a great sigh of relief to both wizards.
Harry yawned and brought a hand up to rub at his face. He started to drift off when a pair of arms wrapped around him. It was a familiar hold and he smelled a mixed scent of peppermint and cinnamon. Armed with the knowledge of who held him, Harry turned to lean his tired head against Draco’s chest. Draco gathered his cloak around both of them and pulled him close.
“You’re going to have me completely gray before I’m even 30,” Draco murmured to him.
Harry rubbed his face against Draco’s chest. Draco brought a hand up to feel how cold Harry’s cheek was. He nearly screamed when he saw blood on the palm of his hand when he pulled it back. His heart came back down from space when Harry lifted his head to reveal a slowly bleeding nose. Rolling his eyes at his lover, Severus drew a cloth from his pocket and handed it down to Draco who pressed it up to Harry’s nose. Harry flinched, not having realized his nose had begun bleeding.
Reaching down, Severus helped Harry to his feet then Draco. Harry had taken the cloth to press to his own nose. Ignoring the look from his lover, Draco grasped Harry’s chin and pulled his gaze towards him. He stepped close to add to the seriousness of what he had to say.
“You don’t do that again. I don’t know what happened with your ‘friends’ and right now I don’t give a damn about them. I care about you. We care about you. Probably more than you realize. You can’t begin to imagine how I felt when I got Severus’ Patronus saying you were missing.”
Harry dropped the cloth when he was suddenly wrenched back into Draco’s arms. The blonde squeezed him hard, making it hard for the brunette to breathe. Slowly, Harry brought his arms up to weakly return the embrace and laid his head down on Draco’s shoulder.
Severus shook his head. It wasn’t quite the way he would have put it. He watched Harry close his eyes and reached out to smooth a hand through his hair. He stepped closer and whispered softly to him.
“I apologize for not remembering what day it was. We will stay if you wish,” Severus murmured.
Opening his eyes, Harry stared up at him while shaking his head.
“You wish to go home?”
Harry closed his eyes. That was good enough an answer for him. He wrapped his arms around both wizards before apparating away.
After that point, Draco refused to let Harry out of his sight. A hysterical Tippy clung onto Harry for half an hour until Draco was able to help extract her from around the wizard’s legs. Tippy was so happy to have her Master Harry back that she didn’t even protest when Draco stayed in the kitchen while Harry cooked dinner with her.
That night, Draco refused to let Harry go to bed alone. Harry fell asleep lying between the two Slytherins. Severus was sitting up against the headboard reading while Draco was further down with Harry’s head resting just below his chest. He ran his hand through soft raven hair while his other hand gently squeezed the brunette’s arm.
“Sev, I thought he–” Draco’s voice caught in his throat.
Severus gently closed his book and put it down on the bedside table. He laid all the way down and rolled to his side.
“You weren’t alone, Dragon. We weren’t to know that he went there to honor their passing. I’d already told him once before that he should leave a note. Don’t worry, Dragon. He won’t be leaving my sight until we can trust him not to do another scare like that,” Severus whispered to him.
Draco tilted his head back and Severus leaned over to press a small kiss to his mouth. It pressed him up against Harry, which made Severus cut the kiss short. He eased back from the brunette, but remained close. He linked fingers with Draco’s over Harry’s arm.
“Have you had any success with the potion?” Draco whispered.
“No. He created a very complicated potion,” Severus answered.
“Have you thought of asking him to show you?” Draco asked.
Severus was silent for a moment before squeezing his lover’s hand.
“The thought had occurred to me. I’m not sure I want him in my potions lab where he could put further harm to himself.”
Draco suggested that he let Harry show him the ingredients, then. It was a safe medium and could give Severus some direction. Severus couldn’t seem to find any arguments to that idea. He leaned down to kiss the top of Harry’s head before giving his lover another kiss. After that, he settled down to sleep.

/……/

Harry looked all around. There were ingredients everywhere, a lot he wasn’t familiar with. He glanced back at Snape who had his arms crossed over his chest. He stood in a corner carefully watching him. Harry turned back around and reached a hand out to pull out a small jar of cinnamon.
He placed the vial on the table before grabbing some ashwinder eggs and snake skin sheddings. Severus watched him attentively, noting what potions he pulled out and in what order.
Jobberknoll feathers.
Eye of newt.
Lionfish spine.
Harry seemed to pause for a minute. His hand floated over vials and over protected containers. Finally, he picked up mistletoe berries and added them to the grouping. Harry added a few things before moving around the table to look over everything he had pulled. Severus noted the bobbing up and down of his hand indicating he was counting.
When Harry turned back around and gave him a small smile, Severus knew everything was there. He lifted his hand and motioned with his hand in a “Come here” fashion. Harry’s smile faded a little, but did as asked. When Harry stopped in front of him, Severus tipped his head over to a corner of the potions lab where an armchair sat with a book sitting on it. Harry turned his gaze over to it.
“Read. Sleep. Do anything, but move from that spot.”
Harry nodded.
Severus gently caught the side of his face with his hand and directed his gaze back to him.
“Do you understand why I’m doing this?” he asked softly.
Yes, Harry knew. He had been half-awake last night, listening to Snape and Malfoy whispering. He hadn’t meant to frighten the two wizards. When he had been gathering his things and made his way to Godric’s Hollow, Harry hadn’t even thought of leaving some sort of note.
“Hey.”
Harry broke out of his thoughts. He felt Severus smooth a thumb over his cheekbone. It was strange, but not unwelcome.
“We’re not doing this to punish you. Draco is right. We do care. I don’t know what we have to do to prove that to you, but we’ll keep trying until we get through to you,” Severus told him.
Harry accepted the hug that Severus offered to him before wandering over to his chair. Severus watched him go. Harry may have shown a different emotion if he had told him Draco had gone to St. Mungo’s instead of work today. Except he had no desire to see what kind of emotion that might be.
As Severus waved his wand to light a fire under a cauldron, Draco was sitting down with Healer Copperbottom in her office.
“It sounds like he’s making progress. A bit slower than I would prefer, but individual cases vary,” Healer Copperbottom commented.
Draco nodded.
“I am curious about something, Unspeakable Malfoy. You say Harry hasn’t made another attempt?” she questioned.
“Please call me Draco. And no. Far as we can tell, he hasn’t. The nightmares are becoming less and less, too,” Draco answered.
Healer Copperbottom made an hmm sound in the back of her throat as she leaned back in her chair. With a loud squeak of the chair, she leaned forward back onto the desk.
“I should caution you, Draco. In all my years of experience, it takes a much higher level of support and counseling to help someone who has tried to take their life. Harry really should be seeing a Mind Healer,” Healer Copperbottom told him.
Draco shook his head. The Healer wasn’t aware, but Draco had seen one himself when he was a child. When he was six, he had witnessed the drowning of his childhood nanny. His mother had convinced his father to have him see a private Mind Healer.
I won’t let Harry go through that, Draco thought.
And he said so out loud to Healer Copperbottom.
“A Mind Healer will dissect his entire past, drudge up things about that…monster. No. We can take care of him,” Draco told her.
Healer Copperbottom had her concerns, but she had no legal reasoning for readmitting Harry Potter to under her care.
“You mentioned that he’s left twice and not left a message. He still won’t talk?” she asked.
Draco shook his head.
“No. Are you sure you found no magical means that prevents him from talking?”
This was a concern both Severus and Draco. They had discussed it that morning after Harry disappeared downstairs with Tippy to cook breakfast.
“No. I’ll consult the Senior Healer in my field, but I did all the tests. I would like to make some suggestions before you go. A few techniques that might work with helping Harry to open up more.”

/……/

Harry stared down at the paper and colored pencils. Malfoy wanted him to do…what? He couldn’t quite figure out why Malfoy wanted him to draw. It didn’t make any sense to him. Harry bit his bottom lip before looking over his shoulder.
Malfoy was sitting on the couch reading. There was a hot cup of tea sitting on the end table beside him. Snape was in his lab brewing some potions. Tippy had retired for the evening and was off doing Merlin knows what. Tybalt was curled up in a ball on Harry’s lap fast asleep.
Harry turned back around to the desk Draco had guided him over to. The one where Snape had been keeping all his papers from before. With a small morsel of reluctance, Harry picked up a pencil and began drawing. Once started, Harry found himself in a trance.
The pencil flew across the paper as he sketched. Once he was done with a drawing, he would flip to coloring with the colored pencils. Every once in a while, his non-dominant hand would fall down to run light fingers over the ferret’s fur. Harry didn’t finish drawing until his hand was cramping and he was out of paper. When he was done, Harry leaned back in the chair flexing his sore wrist.
My back doesn’t feel much better, Harry thought with a small groan.
“Harry?”
The brunette winced as he turned his head to look at Draco. The blonde was putting down his book and looked worriedly over at him.
“Are you finished?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded. He winced when that caused a painful ache through his shoulders. Draco called him over to the couch. Scooping Tybalt up into his arms, Harry stood up stiffly and walked over. He stopped by the couch in front of where Draco sat. He reached up to rub at the back of his neck, wincing as another zap of pain shot through him.
Draco smiled sympathetically and threw his legs over the couch. He tossed a pillow on the floor between them and motioned for Harry to sit. Too tired to argue, Harry plopped down and crossed his legs so he could keep Tybalt in his lap. He startled when Draco’s hands landed on his shoulders. Draco gently pushed down to prevent him from standing.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You were bent over for a while. I imagine your neck and shoulders must hurt. I’m going to rub them for you. Is that okay?” Draco whispered.
Harry gave it some thought before realizing that the discomfort was slowly becoming unbearable. He nodded his head and nodded again when Draco asked if he could cast a spell on him. Harry felt a small tap to the back of his neck where his shirt started. The shirt dissolved down Harry like sand then swept up onto the couch where it became solid and folded.
Harry shivered, but didn’t protest when the hands returned to his shoulders. He held himself stiff at first. He was unused to someone using non-magical means to take away any discomfort or pain. Slowly, though, Harry leaned forward to rest his head on his arms on the coffee table. He relaxed more when Draco slipped a pillow under his head. He let out a few small groans whenever a particular spot was hit.
Draco knew he was good. Oftentimes, Severus had similar pains after bending over cauldrons brewing all day. Usually massages ended in sex. Really good sex. Except, under these circumstances, the reward for Draco was knowing he was helping the other male.
Harry had been at it with drawing for over an hour. Draco was curious to see what he drew, but that threw itself to the backburner for the time being. He dug his thumbs into the pale skin and started running circles with them. When Harry leaned over, it gave him more skin to work with.
And to ogle at. Before he had placed his hands back on the brunette, Draco had cast a spell on himself. It would keep everything cool below the belt so as not to scare off the former Gryffindor. However, it didn’t stop him from closing his eyes when the little lion groaned. It made him wonder what kind of other sounds he could make.
His rough yet gentle fingers ran down Harry’s neck and across his shoulders. He worked out all the kinks and knots. He slipped down to attack the poor brunette’s sore back. By the time Draco was finished, Harry was lightly dozing. Glancing up at the clock on the mantle, Draco realized just how late it was.
Sliding his wand back into his pocket, Draco carefully pulled his legs up and pushed himself off the couch. He knelt by Harry’s side and swept his hair out of his face. It was a shame to wake him, but Harry was going to screw up his back even more if he slept for long in that position. Draco gently shook his shoulder while calling his name.
“Harry. Harry, wake up.”
Harry made an hmm sound and blinked sleepily up at him. Draco couldn’t help but smile. The sleepy gaze reminded him of a puppy.
“It’s late. Time for bed.”
Harry closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep. Draco insisted on shaking him. Harry made a whining sound in protest and used a weak hand to swat at Draco. Being playful, Draco grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to the palm.
“Come on, babe. I won’t make you walk up the stairs. I’ll carry you,” Draco told him.
Harry picked his sleepy head up and, without opening his eyes, reached over to wrap his arms around Draco’s neck. First, the blonde wizard scooped Tybalt up and placed him into his hoodie. Next, he gathered Harry all the way into his arms. Then he made sure to have a good grip on him before standing.
He had one careful arm scooped under the backs of Harry’s knees and the other across his shoulders. Draco wasn’t too shocked by how light the younger wizard was. He had put on a little weight, but the two former Slytherins had come to the conclusion that Harry would always be a bit of a lightweight.
Bouncing Harry up in his arms once allowed Draco to get a better grip on him. He moved carefully around the furniture before making his way through the entrance hall and up the stairs. He wasn’t accustomed to carrying someone up the stairs so Draco was cautious and moved slowly. Not that it bothered him in the least.
Holding Harry in his arms was quickly making it his Top Ten list of Things Draco likes to do. Sex was at the top of that list, but he wouldn’t mind adding Harry to that as a part of it.
With Severus, of course, Draco thought.
Harry tightened his grip behind Draco’s head and nuzzled his chest. It didn’t take him long to drift all the way off to sleep. He started to wake a little bit halfway up the stairs, except Draco whispered softly to him in French. The language was new to him yet it was so soft and soothing that he just relaxed.
When he reached Harry’s room, Draco was pleased to see it was cracked open. All it took was a foot nudge to push the door open. It was with great reluctance that Draco placed Harry back on his feet. He leaned the brunette on him with one arm around his waist while he reached out to pull back the covers. When he leaned down, a very awake Tybalt scurried down Draco’s arm and onto the bed.
He struggled with pulling Harry into the bed as the brunette decided he didn’t want to let go. Draco couldn’t convince Harry to release his body by tugging on him. So Draco resorted to what he did best. Sweet talking his way out of it.
“Come on, little lion. It’s time to lie down and get some rest. We don’t need a cranky feline in the morning. You don’t want to be cranky, do you?” Draco whispered.
Harry shook his head in his half-sleep state. He loosened his grip and allowed himself to be moved to lie down. The covers were pulled up as a hand ran smoothly through his hair.
“You really are a good person, Harry. You don’t deserve the kind of pain you’ve been through. He started all this, but it didn’t end with Him.”
As if to understand him, Harry reached a hand up to rub at his scar. Draco’s hand caught his wrist and pulled it down. He leaned down to press a kiss against it. Draco could feel the strong, dark magic humming just beneath the skin. The kiss eased Harry’s irritation as he brought his arm back to down to curl up in the bed.
Draco chuckled before placing another kiss on Harry’s forehead. He pouted when he stood up straight. Tybalt was curled up on the pillow, curled up into Harry’s neck. Both were now fast asleep and didn’t look to be moving until morning.
“It’s official. I’ve been replaced,” Draco mumbled.
Secretly, it pleased him that the little animal had made a friend out of Harry.
“Good night, Harry.”
Draco doused the lights and left the room. As he left, he missed seeing Harry mouth ‘Good night.’
End of Chapter Eight
M.I.A.
Author’s Note: In the next chapter or two, you’re going to be finding out what happened between the Weasley’s and Harry. Just a heads up.
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