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Harry Potter and the Black King	By : Phoenixstrike Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter nine: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus

Harry was dreaming.

He was standing on the perfectly mown front lawn of Privet Drive, underneath a large sign in Gryffindor colours but with the serpent emblem of Slytherin printed at either end, whilst in large letters lit up with a thousand lights were the words “free French Fries Here!” Vernon Dursley was trying to object, but given Harry had magically locked him in the car he couldn’t. Petunia Dursley was wearing a French maid’s outfit and was serving the customers whilst Dudley was attempting to steal handfuls of the fries. Every time he came close Harry was catching his hand with a stinging hex, causing Dudley to squeal like a pig. Finally someone who looked like Lucius Malfoy turned up from the the Department of Magical Law enforcement on the back of a Hungarian Horntail, which sent a huge blast of fire at his fries stall, incinerating it instantly, then landed in the middle of Privet Drive. He began yelling at Harry about the Statute of Secrecy in what sounded like a French accent, and Harry was yelling back that flying a dragon and landing it in the middle of a muggle suburb in front of a huge group of muggles including Prince Charles was much more of a breach of it than performing a subtle hex on someone who has known he was a wizard for six years, when all of a sudden the horntail started walking backwards, making a beeping noise that muggle vehicles often make when reversing. It was a loud, obnoxious beep and it was beginning to irritate Harry.

Suddenly the dream disappeared and Harry awoke, and as his consciousness returned he became aware that the bleeping was coming from the muggle alarm clock he had set the previous day. With a groan he reached over blindly, swatting buttons at random until the noise ceased, before turning over and burying himself in Draco’s bare back, wrapping his arm around his waist.

“Morning” he said sleepily, and received nothing more than a grunt from the blond.

“Draco” he tried again, kissing his neck this time. “Come on, we’ve got to get up. Flight is at eleven. It’s eight already.”

“Not getting up. ‘M too comfy.” Was the half-awake reply, as Draco rolled over onto his stomach, taking the duvet with him and stretching his arms over his head. Harry rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the large portion of Draco’s skin this move revealed.

“Draco, come on. We really need to get up.” No response. “Draco!” Still nothing, expect the faintest of small grumbles. “Last chance Draco, I’m warning you!”

“Fuck off Potter” was the reply. Harry smirked. He reached over to the nightstand, put on his glasses and retrieved his wand. He pointed it devilishly at Draco.

“I did warn you” he replied evenly. “Rictusempra!”

The resulting squeal made Harry bust out laughing, and Draco doubled up in a defensive position hugging his knees to his chest, his body jerking and convulsing from the strength of Harry’s jinx.

“Get… the fuck… off me!” he screeched, making a grab for Harry’s wand but missing and fell back onto the bed, laughing, and tears rolling from his eyes.

“You promise to get up?” Harry asked, with mock authority.

“Yes! I promise! Please, Harry, take it off!”

“Okay then. Finite Incantatem” Harry said, laughing, and the tickling ceased as abruptly as it had begun. Draco’s head snapped up and his gaze met Harry’s, grey eyes locked on green. He said nothing; instead he shuffled closer to Harry and took his mouth in a kiss which Harry eagerly reciprocated. The pair fell back onto the bed.

At that point Harry was reminded sharply that he was dating a Slytherin. He felt his wand yanked out of his hand and Draco pinned his arms above his head.

“You really shouldn’t have done that” Draco said in a dangerously low voice. “Did you never learn the Hogwarts school motto? Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon. You. Will. Pay. Incarcerous!”

Ropes shot out of the end of Harry’s wand, binding his wrists to the metal headboard behind him. His eyes widened.

“Draco, what…” he began, then swallowed hard when he caught sight of Draco’s face. He genuinely couldn’t read it.

Draco straddled his legs then sat back onto Harry’s knees.

“I’m going to get even with you Harry. I’m going to make you fall apart. It’s your turn to scream.” And abruptly, unexpectedly but oh so wonderfully, he bent downwards and took Harry into his mouth.

*****

Snape heard the shriek come from the adjacent room and drew his wand in an instant. He was halfway to the door when a pale-looking Remus caught his arm.

“Don’t” he said weakly. “Trust me. You do not want to see what those two are doing in there right now.”

Snape stared at Remus, before his eyes bulged and he looked like he was going to be sick as the truth dawned on him.

“Potter is not being attacked” he said through gritted teeth as he put a hand over his eyes. Remus shook his head.

“Potter is… and with Draco…I’m listening to him have… Oh Salazar. Could they not at least have put up a silencing charm?”

“They had” said Remus. “I heard Harry cast one the night we arrived. But I can hear through them anyway a few days before and after the full moon which Harry obviously forgot. Draco wouldn’t get out of bed, Harry hit him with a tickling jinx, and then when he cast finite to end it he must have inadvertently removed the silencing wards.”

“Then why didn’t you restore it?” Snape all but yelped, and quickly cast a charm of his own, blocking out the sound of another huge wail that had seeped through the party wall.

“Because until you reacted, I didn’t know theirs was broken, and there was no point me putting one up as I can hear through the bloody thing” Remus replied.

“It’s just… Potter, and Malfoy, I don’t think even Trelawney could have predicted this”

“Ah, I don’t know.” Remus’ face had a wry smile. “Love and hate are two sides of the same coin you know. Their relationship has always been fiery and passionate. It’s just the coin has landed love side up now.”

*****

“Harry, could you sit next to me please? I’d like to talk to you.” Harry gave Remus a curious gaze, gave Draco an apologetic smile, and took his seat on the aeroplane next to Lupin, leaving a scowling Draco next to Snape.

The plane took off, and once it was safely in the air Remus cast a silencing charm around them both.

“Harry, I’d like you to be honest with me please, and remember that, no matter what, I am always on your side. Harry, are you gay?”

Harry flushed, and spluttered on his own saliva, and suddenly a small spot on Remus’ neck was insanely interesting and demanding of his attention. After a minute’s pause he shut his eyes and nodded his head. He reluctantly opened his eyes again and looked into Remus’, expecting to see disappointment but was surprised and pleased to find Remus smiling at him. Relief flooded through him, replaced immediately by a worrying thought.

“Um, Remus, what… what um, made you think that, anyway?” Harry stammered, part of him too scared to hear the answer. Remus’ smile became a chuckle.

“Well, Severus told me the night we arrived in Paris of his suspicions about you and Draco from the way you two had been acting around each other for the past month-” Harry turned a very deep magenta- “and then, er, I think you forgot about the fact I can hear through silencing wards close to the Full moon.”

Harry buried his face in his hands. “Oh Merlin, oh Merlin” he repeated over and over. “You heard us?”

“Afraid so Harry. This morning. And then, well, I heard you cast a finite, which destroyed your wards, and then Severus heard-”

But that was as far as he got before Harry groaned loudly. Despite the privacy ward Remus had given the pair, Severus was watching Harry with his lip curled in a mix of triumph as Harry’s discomfort and nausea as to the memory of why he was discomforted in the first place. Draco wore an expression of concern and horror, decidedly pretending to read the in-flight magazine very carefully, a dark pink tinge to his cheeks, too.

“Snape heard me getting… oh bloody hell” Harry said. At that moment if Voldemort boarded the plane and offered to Avada Kedavra him Harry would seriously have considered taking him up on it. He had never felt so embarrassed. Until, that is, another thought entered his mind.

“Remus, please, please tell me you didn’t hear us last night?!”

Remus looked startled.

“Actually Harry, I went to bed very early last night so no.” He gave Harry a gentle smile. “Should I be glad?” Harry nodded his head the best he could whilst it was folded in his arms.

“Draco and I… slept together for the first time last night” he replied. This was the single most surreal moment of his life- sitting on a muggle aeroplane with his former teacher and his parents’ best friend, taking about the fact he had gay sex for the first time with the person who was his enemy four months ago. Maybe Harry could laugh about this one day. Maybe.

“I see” said Remus, his tone even, his lip twitching. “Harry, this is completely your business. I don’t mean to pry in your personal relationships, and you’re legally an adult now. I just wanted you to know I knew, and that Severus knew, and that you didn’t have to hide who you are from me. I’m immensely proud of you, always have been and always will be. I know I’m not James, or even Sirius, and I cannot fulfil the role they both had in your life but… Harry, I love you and regard you as a son. My job is to see you happy, and to be there if you need to talk. There is nothing you can’t come to me with, okay?”

Harry stared, open-mouthed, before pulling Remus into a hug. “Thank you” he whispered in his ear.

“So, is it serious? Between you and Draco?”

“I think so. I mean, yes it is.” Harry couldn’t keep the grin, or a soppy, dreamy expression off his face, despite the embarrassment. “We each said ‘I love you’ for the first time last night. I really am Remus, I’m really in love with him. It feels a million times different from Ginny, and not even in the same universe as Cho.”

“I was going to ask you about Ginny” Remus said. “You seemed so keen on her.”

“I thought I was. I do love her. But I knew as soon as we got together it wasn’t what I thought it was. What I was feeling was huge protectiveness, probably the same that Ron feels for her. It was like kissing my sister, it felt all wrong. And then she wanted to go further, and I just- couldn’t. I already suspected I preferred blokes but that really did confirm it. Girls just don’t do it for me.” He gave a small laugh. “You know, after my first kiss with Cho, Ron and Hermione asked me how it was. All I could say was, ‘wet’. Not even ‘nice’. My first kiss with Draco was…” he blushed again and refused to finish the sentence, but Remus seemed to have cottoned on as he laughed.

Just then the steward came round with their lunch (Draco and Snape each pulling their tuna sandwich apart and inspecting it as if looking for broken glass buried inside) and there was a few minutes’ silence between them whilst they tucked into their food. When they were done Harry continued the conversation from where it left off. It seemed as though the floodgates had been opened and he wanted to get it all in the open, now he’d started.

“I’ve always been really crap at relationships. Not noticing girls fancying me- but according to Hermione loads used to chat me up and I never realised- and when I did have a girlfriend- Cho and Ginny- I was awkward, and bumpy and to be honest a crap boyfriend. And now-” Remus fought a laugh back as the dreamy, frankly love-struck expression crossed Harry’s features once more- “Now, I’m not crap. It’s instinctive, and fun, and I’m not a bumbling idiot and it just feels… so right. This is who I am.”

“Thank you for being so candid with me Harry” Remus replied. “I do understand, you know. Probably better than you think. I’m going to tell you something now that is probably going to shock you, okay? But it’s only fair you should know. Harry, Sirius and I were a couple at Hogwarts. In fact, we were from the end of our own sixth year until he went to Azkaban. And, er, after he escaped we got back together. We were going to tell you, and then…” Remus trailed off and looked out of the plane’s window. His bottom lip began to tremble and he bit it to control it. After a few minutes he turned back to a very still Harry. “I loved him very much” he said hoarsely. Harry gripped his shoulder tightly, remembering the night he rescued Draco from Malfoy Manor and wondering why Remus’ patronus looked so much like Sirius’ animagus form. Now he had his answer. There was something confusing him, however.

“So, you… you’re… but Tonks!” He said. Remus gave a watery chuckle.

“I’m not gay Harry. Sirius was though. And, yes, your parents did know about us before you ask and they didn’t even bat an eyelid. For me, it’s always been about the person, not their gender, that attracts me. Someone’s smile, the colour of their eyes, whether they can make me laugh. Sirius could always make me laugh. Tonks is similar to Sirius in that way.”

After that Remus removed the silencing charm and the remaining forty minutes of the short flight was spent in comfortable quiet. Harry felt more relaxed than he had in weeks, despite the painful conversation of the last half an hour and the shock revelation that his Godfather had also been gay, and had been in a relationship with Remus. He hadn’t realised how much he was worrying about people knowing he was gay, and in a relationship with a former Death Eater to boot. Remus had given him his full support and it meant more to Harry than he realised it would. Maybe he’d tell Ron and Hermione when he saw them next week… then again, he wasn’t ready to be murdered by Ron just yet.

*****

22nd September 1997

Dear Ron and Hermione,

How are you both? It’s Hogsmeade next weekend isn’t it? Can you meet me on Saturday at midday at the place we found Snuffles back in third year? I have something to show you both that I think you’ll like. I can’t say anything more in a letter in case it’s intercepted. And maybe we could celebrate Hermione’s birthday afterwards?

Do you like the new owl? Remus got it for me yesterday. I didn’t know what to call him but I thought Godric was quite good. Draco and Snape hated the name which made me more determined to use it.

Let me know about this weekend!

~ H

Harry gave the letter to Godric and watched him soar into the air, envious of his carefree freedom and sighed. He missed flying almost as much as he missed Hogwarts itself.

“Can we please practise the charm now?” He asked Snape.

Since their return from Paris Harry had put off destroying the diadem. He wasn’t sure why, but if it was possible he really wanted Ron and Hermione present for the destruction of this one. For the last six years they had been such a major part of his life and the trio were as thick as thieves. It felt as if they were slipping away and it saddened him. He wanted his best friends back.

With the memory of the events following the stabbing of the locket fresh in his mind he had asked Snape to make sure there were no nasty lurking curses on it. Both men were sat at the kitchen table, the diadem in the middle. Snape had tried every charm he could think of and was satisfied that the diadem held no further protection to prevent its destruction, but had still insisted Harry learn the charm which Snape had used to save his life.

“Harry, as discussed, I am most unhappy about your decision to destroy this away from Grimmauld Place. I am as happy about this decision as Draco is.” He was referring to the incident when Harry told him that he was going to destroy it with Ron and Hermione, and Draco had hit the roof, ranting and shouting and threatening, eventually resulting to sulking when he realised Harry wasn’t going to give in. “But you are most insistent, foolish child, therefore I can at least try and protect you. Whilst I think Mr Weasley will be as inept at casting this as he is at his other magic, Miss Granger will, I am confident, perform this with success should the need arise, although if I truly believed the diadem carried a curse you would not be attending this little rendezvous alone. This is just to make certain. The counter jinx for that curse is ‘Attero Atrum’. Literally translated it means, ‘destroy dark’. The wrist movement is three anti-clockwise circles, followed by a horizontal strike through, left to right. Successful casting should result in a bright white light which counters and destroys the Dark.

Harry raised his wand. “Attero Atrum!” he cried, and was delighted when the white light shot out of his wand. He grinned.

“I can do it. Now I best go and see if Draco has decided to stop acting like a sullen child.”

*****

The first indication that Hermione and Ron had arrived at the Shrieking Shack the following Saturday was when a mop of bushy brown hair attacked him from the side and he was suddenly confronted with an armful of Hermione. Behind her stood Ron, who was smiling at his best friend.

“Harry! Oh, we’ve missed you! How have you been? What did you want to show us? You’ve not found… have you?” Hermione all but shouted when she pulled away from Harry.

“Let him speak for Merlin’s sake” said Ron, laughing, as Harry beamed at the pair.

“C’mon, get in first then we’ll talk” he said, and the trio entered the shack.

As soon as they were in Hermione cast strong privacy wards, and Harry reached into his moleskin pouch, pulling out the basilisk fang and the diadem. Ron and Hermione both gasped in shock and delight, asking him excitedly how he got it and where. Harry relayed the story of his trip to Paris to them, obviously missing out the parts where he had lost his virginity before confessing his love to Draco then they were overheard by both Remus and Snape the following morning. He did, however, make sure neither Ron nor Hermione were left in any doubt just how important Draco’s role had been in retrieving the diadem by making it very clear it would never have been found without him. They conceded, Ron more reluctantly than Hermione, that Harry was right to trust him with the Horcrux information.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t put any of this in a letter but if the letter went astray and ended up in the hands of a Death Eater we would be in deep shit. But I wasn’t deliberately trying to keep you in the dark- I missed you guys” Harry continued. “And whatever I’ve been involved with in the past, well, you two have always been with me. The locket was destroyed without you, but it felt wrong, you not there, and I kind of felt you should be here for this one.” They both beamed at him. Harry smiled back, before looking serious. “But before we do this, you should know what happened after I stabbed the locket. I opened it and then whatever was inside tried to kill me-” he ignored Ron’s gasp and Hermione trying to interrupt “-and it very nearly succeeded. Snape just managed to break the curse in time. The only way he’d agree to let me destroy it away from him was if he cast every charm he knew at it for traces of Dark magic. He can’t find any, but wants me to teach you the counter jinx to what tried to kill me before, just in case.”

They spent the next twenty minutes practising until both Ron and Hermione could perform the charm flawlessly. Harry made a mental note, with some satisfaction, to inform Snape that Ron grasped faster than Hermione.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked, and was surprised to hear nerves in his voice. Ron and Hermione nodded, both looking pale. He grasped the fang tightly in his right hand and swung it down as violently as he could into the middle of the diadem, piercing it.

For perhaps twenty seconds nothing happened and Harry began to panic it hadn’t worked. Then suddenly a viscous, putrid-smelling liquid seeped out of the puncture wound. It resembled blood, except the liquid was almost jet-black.

“Don’t touch it!” Hermione called, but Harry had never needed her advice less. Instead he, Ron and Hermione all pointed their wands and cast tergeo charms at it, removing it from the floor. Finally the diadem shuddered violently, then, with a loud crack, snapped in two. It turned black and Harry thought it resembled charred remains.

“Well, that was anticlimactic” he said dryly. “No screaming, no spell trying to choke me to death. No me passing out whilst three wizards panic and desperately try and save my life. And better yet that cun-”

“HARRY!”

“Sorry Hermione. That bastard has one less of these things.” He broke out in a huge smile which was immediately matched by those on Ron and Hermione’s face. “He has one less! We’re another step closer! I could sing!” And he spun Hermione round in a circle and kissed her on the cheek.

“Oi!” said Ron in mock anger. “That’s, er, that’s my girlfriend you’re kissing!” He could barely keep the smug grin off his face when he said this. Harry looked surprised for only a moment before throwing his arms around the pair.

“About bloody time! Congratulations you guys” he said sincerely, as they gave each other a lop-sided smirk and held hands, cheeks slightly tinged with pink. “Hermione, I still owe you a birthday present. Let’s get out of here and head into Muggle London or somewhere. Did you tell McGonagall you were meeting with me today rather than going into Hogsmeade?” Ron and Hermione both confirmed that they had. “Hang on, I’d best let Snape and Draco know the diadem has gone and I’m safe. Expecto Patronum!”

The stag erupted out of his wand, and Harry relayed a message to it, informing Snape and Draco that he was safe and the diadem was destroyed but he was going to spend the day with his friends so not to expect him home for a few hours. He quickly retrieved the parts of the diadem, and put them, and the fang back into his moleskin pouch then Hermione side-along apparated him and Ron, not to muggle London but to a tiny Cornish fishing port called Mevagissey that Hermione had fallen in love with one summer, where Harry enjoyed a wonderful afternoon laughing and joking and devouring ice cream in the warm autumn sun before apparating home back to his other life.

*****

He should have known his happiness would be short-lived. As soon as he returned home a white-faced Draco threw himself into Harry’s arms whilst an equally white-faced Snape stood in the drawing room doorway.

“Thank Merlin. Oh fuck Harry, we were so worried!” Draco said breathlessly, refusing to loosen his grip of Harry. Harry was confused for all of five seconds before he had the Daily Prophet thrust under his nose. He began to read the headline, and felt his lunch threaten to come back up and his blood run icy cold.

BREAKING NEWS SPECIAL EDITION!

Dementors Attack Hogwarts students in Hogsmeade! Seven Kissed, three missing.

Joy turned to tragedy this afternoon when Hogwarts students, enjoying their first Hogsmeade weekend of the new school year, were viscously attacked by a group of Dementors, assumedly sent by You-Know-Who. Seven children were Kissed, whilst the whereabouts of three more are currently unknown. It is not known why the Dementors were present but there is already speculation they were searching for Harry Potter, who has not been seen in the Wizarding world since June. The seven victims have all been formally identified and it is confirmed they were all third and fourth year students. Families of the missing three, also fourth years, have been informed.

The Kissed toll would have been a lot higher, say eye witnesses, had it not been for the outstanding skill and bravery shown by three students. Seventh year Neville Longbottom, and sixth years Ginevra Weasley and Luna Lovegood all successfully cast corporeal patronuses and halted the dementors’ advances, allowing many more to get to safety.

Hogwarts Headmistress Minerva McGonagall has cancelled all future Hogsmeade visits and other off-school activities with immediate effect.

Please see inside your copy of “How to identify a Dementor attack and how to protect your family”, free with this publication, for further information and Ministry advice.

More details will follow as we get them.

Harry finished reading. Despite the sickening details the article contained he couldn’t help feeling overwhelming pride in his three friends. This was immediately followed by the heavy guilt he felt at the fact that at least seven, and probably ten, children had effectively lost their life because of him this afternoon, whilst he was out having fun. He swallowed the lump that was rising in his throat and stared at the floor.

Draco seemed to know what he was thinking. He took Harry’s chin in his hand and tilted it upwards until their eyes were locked. “Harry, this wasn’t your fault, okay? They did not get Kissed because of you. They were Kissed because of fucking Voldemort. Don’t let him-”

But the rest of Draco’s words were suddenly drowned out as a huge surge of fury that didn’t belong to him shot through Harry’s body, and his scar felt like it would burst from pain. His hands automatically shot up to grab his forehead. His vision blurred and the vision of Draco slowly disappeared to be replaced by another. He could vaguely see Voldemort taking his anger for yet another failed mission to take him out on a couple of Death Eaters and heard the cold, cruel laughter emanating from his own mouth. Harry fell to his knees and retched with the pain. He was vaguely aware of Draco calling his name, joined a minute later by Snape, but all he could focus on was the overwhelming, consuming, agony.

It stopped as abruptly as it begun. He remained on all fours, trying to force back the nausea whilst panting heavily. “Fuck” was all he managed to get out. Draco and Snape both helped him to his feet and into the living room.

“I didn’t see anything important” he said after a few minutes, when the pain had fully receded and he had his breath back. “Just Voldemort pissed. He wasn’t happy they didn’t get me again.” He put his head in his hands and absently rubbed his scar which was still tingling. “I really need to start occlumency again and stop this. But, Severus, we’re getting on so well that…” he let his voice trail away, but luckily Snape had understood.

“Harry I agree. My teaching you was an unmitigated disaster and I have no wish to repeat such an experience and fear we would fail again should we attempt it. But I concur you need to learn- I shall have to teach you again if needs be.”

“I’ll teach him” said Draco quickly. “Bellatrix taught me occlumency last year, I’m sure I can do it.”

Harry smiled weakly at him. “Thanks. And I’ll teach you how to produce a patronus if you like in return.”

“You’re the one who taught Longottom and the Weaselette, aren’t you?” said Draco, a mixture of shock, pride and awe in his voice as realisation set in. Harry laughed.

“Actually I taught the whole DA to produce one back in fifth year. You remember, the group you and Umbridge tried to destroy?” -Draco flushed at the memory- “Well, it saved lives today.”

“I think that is a wise idea, on both your parts” said Snape. The corners of his mouth turned up. “Besides, it shall give you a reason to spend hours alone in your bedroom with the door closed that does not require the use of a silencing charm.”

And he swept, bat-like, from the room. Draco turned to Harry, mouth slightly open, the earlier fading blush on his face fully restored.

“Did- did he just make a joke?” he asked. Harry nodded slowly.

“I think he did. Flobberworms really do fly.”

*****

“Visualise a chest, or a school trunk or something. Something with a lock and key. Put your thoughts inside it and lock it. Do not let me get the key.”

Harry pictured his Hogwarts trunk and mentally pictured himself packing thoughts into it. Then he ‘locked’ the trunk.

“Okay, ready” he told Draco. Draco raised his wand.

“Legilimens!”

Harry was seven. He had been locked in the cupboard under the stairs because he had told his aunt and uncle he thought the magician he overheard a boy in his class telling his friends about that he’d seen sounded brilliant and he’d love to be able to perform the tricks. Harry was shivering, dressed in only a thin cotton t shirt despite it being February. He impatiently wiped tears away from his eyes.

Harry was twelve. He had missed the Hogwarts express and he and Ron were flying in a Ford Anglia, eating toffees and feeling very hot and thirsty.

Harry was eleven. He was standing in front of a large mirror, completely alone, but the reflection showed him standing with his parents. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he stared into his mother’s eyes, so like his own. He reached out to the glass, tracing the outline of her own hand, whilst a single word, filled with heartbreak, longing and grief came from his eleven-year old mouth. “Mum.”

Harry was nine. He limped home from school, knee bleeding and trousers ripped, where Dudley’s friends had pushed him over. He opened the door of Privet Drive and received a scolding from Petunia about wasting clothing. No one fixed his knee or gave him any sympathy.

Harry was fifteen. He was in the room of requirement, under mistletoe. Cho was crying. Harry leant in and kissed her.

Harry was ten. He had just accidentally released a snake on his cousin at the zoo. Vernon dragged Harry into the hallway by the collar of his t shirt and threw him into the cupboard. Harry covered his ears as Vernon began yelling at him…”
ENOUGH

Harry was not going to let Draco continue to see this. With a huge effort he mentally wrenched what he visualised as Draco stealing his key out of his hands and slammed the lid back down on his trunk, locking it firmly. He felt Draco pull out of his mind.

Draco looked at him with wide eyes.

“Harry, your muggle relatives…” he began, but Harry simply shook his head to show he wasn’t going to talk about it. Draco reached out and took Harry’s hand in his.

“Were they ever nice to you? Looked after you? Protected you from harm? Loved you?”

Harry was still for a minute, pale- faced. Then he very slowly shook his head once more. Draco’s eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips together. He put an arm around Harry and drew him close.

“If I ever see those fucking muggles I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Harry interjected heatedly, wriggling free of Draco’s embrace. “Look, I sort of made up with my cousin back in July, I don’t care what Vernon thinks of me, and Petunia seemed to do as she was told. She was pathetic. But it’s over, I never have to see them again. Did I have a shit childhood? Yes. I hated it Draco. Sometimes I would cry myself to sleep just wishing someone would come and take me away, or pray I wouldn’t even wake up again. But I got my miracle. I got this world and friends and people who care about me and now I have you too and I’m not going to spend my life brooding over a past I can’t change, and nor are you, okay?”

“No, it’s not okay, you lived with them for ten years and they treated you like shit.”

“JUST DROP IT DRACO!”

They sat in silence for many minutes, then Harry stood abruptly.

“Look, there’s no way I‘m going to be able to teach you a patronus in this mood. We’ll try after dinner.” He crossed the room and exited, practically slamming the door behind him.

He stood the other side of the door and rested his head against the smooth mahogany, not understanding his own reaction.

*****

“Can we talk about this calmly?”

Harry gave Draco a weak smile and leant in to kiss him chastely on the mouth.

“I really don’t know why I blew up at you like that. I’m sorry. I’ve just never really talked about them before, not even with Ron and Hermione and the legilimency brought up some memories that I’d rather not remember.”

“Did… did they ever hurt you?”

“No. I promise Draco, it was never physical. But it was mental pain. I was neglected, and knew I was unloved, unwanted and…” his words died in his throat and he had to swallow a lump that was forming. “Draco, I was abused by them, wasn’t I? They are child abusers. I am so sorry I yelled at you when all you were doing was being on my side. It was the first time I’d realised it properly for some reason and I got completely defensive. I had such a shitty life with them. I felt completely worthless. I was worthless.” A couple of tears did fall then, but Harry wiped them away quickly. “Fucking Voldemort. Fuck him and fuck the Dursleys. If it wasn’t for him I would never have had to live with them, and I’d have had my parents, maybe even siblings, and Sirius would never have gone to Azkaban and I wouldn’t have grown up thinking I was a freak.”

Draco was deathly pale, Harry’s hand in a vice-like grip. Half of him wanted to murder these fucking Dursleys on the spot, and the other half was feeling sheer guilt for all the years he had tormented Harry, making jokes and quips about the fact he had no parents. He had taken delight in Harry’s misery then. Draco realised he had to fight back some tears of his own at the memory of his own behaviour.

“Can I tell you something else?” Harry’s voice was quiet. “Why I needed to learn to produce a patronus so early. Do you remember how I reacted to the Dementors? How I used to faint? Well every time they got close I could hear Voldemort murdering my mum.” Harry winced as the pressure of Draco’s hand on his increased and became painful as he heard Draco gasp, and Draco shut his eyes tight.

“Oh fuck” he whispered. “You were hearing… and all I could do was laugh and… oh Circe Harry, I’m so sorry.” Harry realised he looked close to tears. He gave Draco a weak smile.

“Not the best of moods to try and produce a patronus in, given they need a happy memory” he said with a tiny chuckle. “C’mon, let’s snap out of this. Want to meet my patronus?”

He forced the unpleasant memories out of his mind and pictured himself and Draco sharing Champagne on the balcony in Paris. “Expecto Patronum!”

The silvery stag instantly appeared from his wand. Draco’s eyes widened and he stared at it, too gobsmacked to say anything for a minute.

“He’s stunning” he said eventually, as the stag cantered round and made to nuzzle Draco’s neck.

“Thought you’d seen him before?” Harry asked. Draco shook his head.

“First time I saw it back in third year it charged me down and I was too busy trying to get away to see its form, then yesterday when you sent it with a message I was in the loo when it arrived and Snape told me about it. Harry, this is beautiful.”

“It’s my dad” Harry replied. “Well, not him literally, but it represents his animagus form. A patronus takes the form of what we believe will protect us most from harm. Mine chose him. Now, you need to focus on a happy memory- the happiest you have- and say the incantation ‘expecto patronum’ very clearly.

Draco inhaled deeply and raised his wand. “Expecto Patronum!” he said clearly. Silvery whispers came out of his wand. Draco looked disappointed.

“It can take a while to get the corporeal form” Harry said. “You need to make your memory really, really happy. Come on, I want to see that ferret!”

“I am NOT going to produce a ferret” Draco said, and raised his wand again. He closed his eyes, a small smile pulling at his mouth.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Something huge erupted from Draco’s wand. Harry stared at it, dumbstruck whilst Draco looks like he’d just taken a bludger to the groin. For Draco’s patronus had taken the form of a large, male lion.

“It takes the form of what we think protects us most” Draco said. “I’ve just produced a bloody Gryffindor lion. Harry, my patronus is fucking you.”

Harry beamed at him. “Well, I am very protective of you” he said, as he took Draco into his arms and began to kiss him deeply.

“You’re not mad?” Draco asked when the kiss broke.

“Mad?! It’s brilliant!” Harry replied, the delight in his voice evident. “Only an hour ago I was telling you how I grew up feeling worthless. You have no idea what this means to me Draco. To have someone love me, to need me, to feel so much for me their patronus is me…” he paused to kiss Draco silly once more. “Thank you.”

“Does… does what we think about whilst saying the incantation affect its form?” Draco asked, and Harry didn’t miss the tinge of pink that formed on Draco’s cheeks. His hand snaked down and grabbed Draco’s buttocks, pulling him close to his own body.

“And just what were you thinking about?” he whispered into Draco’s ear. “Go on, tell me.”

“Fuck telling. I’m going to show you” Draco replied, before throwing Harry down roughly on the bed as they both frantically removed their clothes, where Draco then proceeded to show Harry exactly what his memory was about.

If Voldemort sent his entire army of Dementors at me now I’d take them all down Harry thought sleepily later. And with Draco by my side there’s no way he’s going to be able to stop me.
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