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Unrequited Love?	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N – () is thought communication.

Repercussions

Traveling through the school at night was normal for Harry, so he found his way back to Gryffindor tower easily. Students were in the common room, and their murmurs were a buzzing noise. Harry slipped into the bathroom and pocketed the robe before coming out as if he had been asleep and was just using the loo.

"What’s going on guys?" Harry asked. Many just stared at him and then turned back to their talk. Ron and Hermione walked up to him, knowing he had been out and about, but said nothing about it.

"Didn't you feel it mate?” Ron asked.

"Feel what?" Harry asked mildly concerned. He wondered if the Dark Lord attacked or another Dementor had come looking for him. His chest tightened as he looked towards the portrait entrance starting to worry about Draco.

Picturing Draco clearly in his head, he tried talking to Draco.

(Draco is everything alright? Something is going on, everyone here is awake and talking about something that happened earlier.)

Harry felt, not heard, but felt Draco smile. (They felt the power of the rebirth, Harry, when we connected... Sort of wired that everyone in the wizarding world felt when we both came.)

Harry turned bright red, and Hermione quirked an eyebrow then nudged Ron to get on with explanations.

"The whole wizarding world felt the rebirth of the Sál af ást, Harry. How could you not?" Ron asked.

Deciding to play dumb, since he originally was ignorant of what they were talking about, Harry just looked at Ron and blinked in confusion.

"Harry didn't grow up with the History Ron, and I only know about it from my reading, you need to explain." Hermione prompted.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, mate, I forgot. Used to people knowing is all." Ron mumbled, "The Sál af ást, is the rebirth of the Soul of Love, doesn't happen often, though, just once every couple of millennia. Don't know why everyone is so excited, probably happened in Egypt or someplace like that. But when it happens, no matter where in the world, the sun is darkened so the moon, or a copy of it appears with a formation of mist that surrounds it to look like a moon flower. Everyone in the world is witness to it. And it's like an Earthquake in the flow of magic, everyone is jolted, sleep or no sleep, they just know. Cool actually feeling it though."

Harry looked like something dawned on him. "That would explain what I felt, just thought it was an upset stomach."

Hermione shifted her gaze momentarily, just enough for neither Harry nor Ron to notice, catching just a small glint of silver that laced Harry's scared hand.

Malfoy Manner.

Voldemort paced back and forth, he was enraged. He knew what that magical jolt meant, and that the powers that were birthed in another, whatever they entailed, he wanted them. No one truly knew what powers came with the re-birth, save those who were the Sál af ást, but when it came to power, Voldemort wanted it all.

"Bella!" Voldemort screeched. The mad black witch came immediately to her master's side, fawning on him as if he were the lover her soul craved... She was mad, but her loyalty was unfaltering.

"Yes, master?" She crooned.

"You need to gather a couple of close associates, we need to find out who the new Sál af ást are. I want them. I can make good use of them. Start in Egypt, that is where the last re-birth happened. And tell Lucius to get his son for me tomorrow, I have a mission for him to complete, and when he is done, he will be my new plaything." Voldemort hissed. Bella just grinned up at him and nodded, bounding away to do her master's bidding.

She found Lucius in the study with Narcissa, they looked up nonchalantly and waited.

"Lucy dear, fetch Draco from school tomorrow, Master has plans." Bella spoke with a hint of glee in her voice. She abruptly turned and walked out of the room.

Lucius looked annoyed, and Narcissa had a tight expression on her face.

"I will not let the Dark Lord take our son Lucius. Severus has been alerted and will be removing him from Hogwarts tonight undetected, so go as you must, I will disappear at the same time, I will keep you abridged of my whereabouts as needed, but I need to find a place to stay and keep out of this as much as possible. Stay if you must, but leave if you can. We have enough in many places to start new." Narcissa whispered.

Lucius nodded, he would find a place to escape, and he would be damned if the Dark Lord further imposed on his family. Narcissa has been a faithful friend and companion of a wife for many years, but she deserved to be set free to find her real happiness in the world, and he would give her that much.

"Severus will take care of Draco until we can safely re-unite with him, no worries Narcissa." Lucius replied. She smiled weakly and nodded. They had worked out a nice plan, but let Severus make the details up for himself, so the Dark Lord could not pick the information up from them. They were not as skilled in Occlumancy as Severus was, and they trusted their friend with their son's life.

"Maybe this new quest for the Sál af ást, will keep the Dark Lord busy, and he won't notice our leaving for a while," Narcissa mused.

Lucius wasn't so sure about that, if anything, the Dark Lord would pursue them harder as he needs all the followers he can get.

Slytherin Common Room

Draco just went along with the many conversations that seemed to start over the incident. He nodded, grumped, and sighed when needed.

The entrance to the Slytherin common room was suddenly filled with billowing black robes that clung to Professor Snape.

"Draco, come with me please, I have something I need to speak with you about in private." Snape said, the tone brooking no argument.

Draco tensed, remembering the earlier confrontation.

(Harry, Snape is here, I don't know what he wants, but stay with me.)

(I won't let anything happen to you.)

Draco nodded silently and followed behind his professor as they left the common room. They walked down the corridor at a brisk pace, passing sleeping portraits, and dull gleaming suits of armor. Snape stopped at the entrance to his private quarters and opened the door, gesturing for Draco to precede him. Draco entered nervously looking around.

The room looked to be a parlor, with a loveseat and two arm chairs facing the fireplace. The color of the room was a bit brighter than one would guess for the Potions Master, but since Draco had been here before it did not surprise him. There were strong hues of several blues that permeated the room. The loveseat was a beautiful indigo color, just right to lighted the room from the darker navy colors.

Draco walked over and seated himself in one of the armchairs and waited for Snape to settle himself in the other. Pulling his cloak around him, Snape sat down in the chair opposite Draco.

"Your mother contacted me tonight. There has been a development with the Dark Lord that concerns you, and I am to help you 'disappear' and be unreachable. Your parents are planning on leaving soon, and after I have seen to your safety, they will want you to join them or at least one of them, once they are settled." Snape said softly, waiting for a reaction.

Draco replayed the conversation in his head so Harry could know what was going on. (I don't want to leave you) there was a sad tone in Draco's thoughts. (Ask him to stay here, or see what he has in mind first, we will find a way.) There was a reassurance in Harry's tone that seemed to settle Draco a bit.

Snape watched carefully as panic flashed through Draco's eyes, followed by firm strength.

"What did you have in mind Professor?” Draco asked.

"All the safe houses I know and other properties I know about are known or could easily be known by the Dark Lord, but I think of finding a way of hiding you in plain sight would be the best option, but still in a safer location. Polyjuice is out of the question, that is detectable and so are glamours and disguises. I believe transfiguration would be in order, that way, I can keep you close." Snape explained.

Draco shivered remembering the last time he was transfigured. (But you were a cute ferret, Love) Laughter bubbling in Harry's mind. Draco snorted, (cute or not it was extremely horrible.)

Snape watched what seemed to be an exchanged going on in Draco's head, but thought maybe he was just remembering the last time he was transfigured.

"It will feel the same, but different, I have a potion that will work with the transfiguration spell to keep your mind alert and in control, and ease the pain of transformation. This way it won't be as bad. It is experimental of course, but so far many of the tests I have performed on myself have worked brilliantly.” Snape said as a way to reassure Draco.

Draco was anything but reassured by the word 'experimental', but nodded his assent.

Snape lifted himself from the chair and glided over to a cabinet, pulling a small vial with a blue stopper. Walked over to the side table and poured a small glass of fire whiskey and handed it to Draco, and dropped three drops of the potion into the glass. The fire whisky fizzed for a brief moment then went back to its original golden brown shade. Draco stared at it. (I blame Snape if anything bad happens.) Harry's voice tinged with malice trickled in Draco's head. (He is a potions master after all, it should be ok) Draco sent back, hoping he was right.

Draco drank the potion, Snape waited a few minutes to get the effectiveness to start. Then waved his wand and muttered a transfiguration spell under his breath. Purple light shot from his wand and wrapped around Draco's form which began shrinking.

The smaller Draco became the more bits of fur appeared on him until he was a small rat.
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