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The Fallen Lion	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22455 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I do not gain any profit or benefits from writing fan fics of any kind. The only thing I own is any original characters you don’t recognize from Harry Potter.

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moodysavage: I’m glad you liked my chapter an awful lot. *smiles* I like to lead my readers one way and then surprise you with what happens. I can’t wait either which is why I slammed through this chapter as quick as I did.
starr: I know I torture Severus and Draco so badly…but it’s so much fun. When you read about the Weasley’s and Hermione…not sure how you’ll feel. We’ll have to see.
CDGaymer: Thank you. And yes, the boys are helping our boy. Read below to find out what Harry drew.
ChaosLady: Thanks! J
Kittykat575: So thanks!!
BAFan: Thanks. I wanted to show a different side to Petunia. As for Dudley’s death and the first, one of Harry’s drawings might provide you a clue to the answer of that. Druge, dredge? Darn! I went back and read through it twice, too.

Chapter Nine
Drawings, Dreams, and Dragons
Healer Copperbottom sat looking over each drawing carefully. This time, she had both Potions Master Snape and Unspeakable Malfoy in her office. She was pleased to hear that Harry was visiting with the Headmaster at Hogwarts. From what she understood, the brunette had to be convinced to go.
She could sense the growing tension on the other side of her desk. Suppressing a sigh, she flipped to the next drawing. She had to analyze the drawings before she asked her questions so she could interpret what Harry had drawn. It was a technique usually used with children to get them to open up more, but she had had a feeling it might work with Harry.
When she was done looking over the drawings thoroughly, Healer Copperbottom stood up and walked around to lean on the front end of her desk.
“Harry is quite artistic,” Healer Copperbottom commented.
Malfoy shot her a look to kill and Snape wasn’t much better. Snape, at least, squeezed the blonde’s knee to silence his mouth.
“Yes, we had noticed that, too. But why did you ask us to have him draw?” Severus asked.
“I’ve worked with several neglect and abused cases in the past. Most of them being children who are hard to get to open up. Since Harry hasn’t been able to tell us verbally what’s wrong, I thought this might help,” Healer Copperbottom explained.
Severus nodded. It was a sound idea and Harry wasn’t providing much help at the moment. Although, having him pull out his potions ingredients had helped Severus some with researching the potion. Healer Copperbottom picked up the first drawing. It was a detailed drawing of a house elf holding a ferret.
“Take this drawing, for example. These two characters – the house elf and ferret – have a lot of detail to them. Detail that probably took him a great deal of time and patience to work on. That shows that Harry is very caring and pays close attention to detail,” Healer Copperbottom said, turning the drawing to face them.
Both wizards nodded. They at least agreed that what the healer said was true. The Healer put down that drawing and picked up another to turn around. This one showed a self-portrait of Harry. He was in the kitchen baking something by hand. There were a lot of bright, light colors in the picture.
“I see a lot of bright colors and a lot of light coming in through the window in this drawing. Harry drew his eyes closed but he’s smiling and he’s shirtless. That shows that being in the kitchen or cooking relaxes him. He feels free to show his emotions, his vulnerability.”
Draco gently took the drawing from her. Truthfully, it was one of his favorite. Words couldn’t describe how peaceful Harry looked when he was cooking. He seemed to escape into his own world.
The next drawing was a bit more symbolic than the others. Unlike the kitchen drawing, this drawing was drawn with dark shadings and colors. Two large beasts – a dragon and a wolf – were standing protectively over a small lion. The young lion was missing pieces of its mane and looked like it had been tossed around a few times. The dragon was wrapped protectively around behind it with its tail curled around the lion’s stomach. The wolf was partially shielding the lion and dragon.
It was first time they had seen this drawing. Draco had grabbed the drawings that morning and had only really glanced at the cooking drawing before they got to St. Mungo’s.
“Harry was a Gryffindor?” Healer Copperbottom asked.
Severus nodded. “He was.”
“Hmm. Well, I can only imagine that the dragon and wolf are meant to represent the two of you, respectively. This tells me that he feels you are protective, willing to stand up to whatever it is that the images are staring at. But look here. Look very closely at the lion’s front paws.”
It was difficult to see, what with the lion being so small and in the back of the drawing. But it was there. There were two bracelets around the lion’s front paws, but only broken pieces of chains attached to each one.
“What do you think that means, Healer?” Severus asked.
Healer Copperbottom handed that drawing to Draco, too. He stared down at it, half-listening to the healer’s explanation.
“It seems to me that Harry feels as though he’s escaped from something or someone. Yet he still feels the weight of whatever that is.”
Sadly, that wasn’t the last drawing. The final drawing was of an old house.
“Did Harry grow up in this house?” Healer Copperbottom asked.
Severus shook his head.
“No. This is his…godfather’s house. According to the divorce papers we’ve gained access to, Harry lived there for a while before closing it up and leaving to travel.”
Draco leaned forward. His concern was that the house was completely engulfed in flames. Squinting, Draco spotted the tiniest bit of writing scrawled on one of the higher windows. He pointed it out to the healer and his lover.
“It says HELP. Did Harry draw himself…burning in the house?” Draco asked, turning a little green at the thought.
Healer Copperbottom turned it around to face her. She looked at it for a few minutes before handing it to Severus.
“No. I don’t believe that was the intent in this one. The other drawings are from an outsider’s view. This one…” she paused.
Severus lifted his gaze. “Yes?”
Healer Copperbottom sighed.
“This one…looks like it’s from Harry’s point of view. Notice the upwards tilted look to the house. Harry is outside the house.”
The three sat in silence. Draco finally asked the question on all their minds.
“But who’s inside?”

/……/

Harry was walking down a long hall when someone caught him from behind. His breath hitched in his throat in surprise, but no fear was present. The person behind him had an arm across his chest from shoulder to shoulder and another hand resting on his stomach.
“Are you not afraid of me?” it asked.
Harry shook his head. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but was stopped when another figure slid up to his front. The figure from behind drew back their arm from his chest as its partner occupied the space. The new figure didn’t say a word to him; instead he kissed Harry’s cheek then latched onto the brunette’s throat.
Harry tilted his head back, stuttering out a moan as the mouth sucked as his throat. While the faceless person in front of him focused on his upper body, the one behind focused lower. Harry whimpered as his cock was cupped from behind. The hand gently rubbed his package, earning more whimpers from the short male.
“There it is, little lion. Our little lion. You know where you belong and it’s here. Between us.”
Harry bucked his hips up, letting loose a whine when the hand stopped. The mouth on his throat eased back to waft a chuckle over his skin.
“Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you,” the voice assured him.
A hot mouth latched onto a nipple at the same time the hand slipped inside his pants to grasp his bare member. He cried out while arching up into the touches. Shaking, he felt like he was going to burst any second. The figure behind him had now pulled his pants down so the other hand was cupping and squeezing Harry’s balls. A nip at the other side of his throat and a chuckle in his ear came from the figure behind him.
“Are you close, little lion? Oh. You are. Let it go, Harry. We have you.”
Slamming his eyes shut, Harry let loose a loud cry as he came. Feeling two sets of hands smoothing over his skin, Harry gasped and opened his eyes. He was startled to find himself lying on a soft surface, staring up at the ceiling. He shifted on the bed, wincing when he felt the stickiness between his thighs.
Finding himself alone in the room, Harry sat up in bed and stood up. He hobbled into the bathroom with a curse in mind. He was glad he had decided to nap on his bed instead of the couch. That would have been beyond embarrassing for one of the former Slytherins to have found him like that.
He stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower. Harry shivered as the cool water washed the wet cum down his body and the drain. He couldn’t recall the last time he had come, dream or real life. It felt weird reaching down to run his hand up and down his member. Granted, it was for the purpose of cleaning himself off.
He grabbed the soap and washed his entire body. Scooping up a bottle of shampoo, he gave it an experimental sniff. He made a face when an overpowering scent of peaches hit him in the face. Peaches wasn’t a bad smell; it just seemed more like a girly smell for something that goes on a guy’s head. Shrugging, he squeezed a generous amount into his hand and smoothed it in through his hair.
After washing off and climbing out of the shower, Harry dressed in new clothes from his closet. He picked a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He yanked his pullover off his bed and pulled it on over his head. He raked a hand through his messy brown hair, but he didn’t bother brushing it.
Harry walked out and nabbed his sneakers from underneath his bed. He pulled them on, tied the laces, and stood. He decided to go pick out a new book from the library to read. Harry strolled down the hall to the library which thankfully was empty. Harry walked around, running his hand along the spines.
He climbed up onto a ladder and went a little higher to look at some of the books. He was putting a book back, with one hand holding the ladder, when a voice broke the silence.
“Harry?”
Harry jumped and his footing fumbled off the ladder. Without warning, Harry slipped off the ladder. Darting forward, Draco threw his arms up and caught the smaller wizard before he could collide with the floor. When Draco straightened, Harry had a death grip on his shirt and large eyes.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked.
It took a few deep breaths before Harry would slowly nod his head. Draco sighed with relief. He smoothly placed Harry back down onto his feet. He noted that Harry’s cheeks were tinted pink.
He must be embarrassed he fell and I caught him, Draco thought.
“I didn’t mean to surprise you like that. I came up to check on you.” Pause. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Harry let out a huff. Both wizards hadn’t left him alone since they came back from St. Mungo’s. He knew they had looked at his drawings with the healer there. He knew he had done a good job, because Severus had told him as such. Draco flashed him a sympathetic smile.
“My father is running late at work and he asked me to go by the Manor and feed the peacocks. Would you like to go with me?”
Draco burst out laughing when Harry gave him a thoroughly confused look. He apologized again, explaining he was only laughing at Harry’s reaction.
“My family has a group of peacocks we keep on the ground. The house elves don’t like feeding them. And father’s business dinner is running over late. So…yes, no?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded his head. Draco drew his wand out and pointed it his side.
“Expecto Patronum.”
Harry watched as the corporal, white body of a small dragon came into view. Truth be told, he had been expecting a ferret. He found he liked the dragon better.
“Severus, Harry’s gone with me to the Manor. We’ll be back soon.”
The dragon opened its wing span before diving down through the ground. Draco rolled his eyes. He turned around and pulled Harry up against him by way of an arm around his waist. Harry’s face had gone back to normal, except now it was bright red.
“You’re not keyed into the wards at the Manor. I have to make sure you land with me,” Draco explained.
“Hold on,” he added.
Feeling the jerk at his navel, Harry threw his arms around the blonde and held on tight. No matter how many times he apparated, Harry could never quite get used to the feeling. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for that tight tube feeling to finish and they landed on the grounds of Malfoy Manor.
Reluctantly, Draco released the slender brunette. Harry looked around while following Draco to where they kept the food for the peacocks. Harry was even more shocked when he discovered the peacocks weren’t just peacocks.
They’re white! I mean, I guess they’re albino, Harry thought.
As Draco ripped open a new bag of feed and the peacocks surrounded him, Harry’s gaze fell on a stone path leading down what looked like a cemetery. Draco noticed where Harry was looking and called over to him.
“That’s the family cemetery. Several generations of the Malfoy family are buried down there. We picked out a special spot for my mother underneath a weeping willow. It was her favorite tree,” Draco called over to him.
A sick, cold feeling sunk into the pit of his stomach. Narcissa Malfoy was one of the last victims of the war. It made his stomach churn that he stood here on hallowed family grounds with a son who lost his mother in a war that started because of him. It made him feel guiltier about how close Malfoy and Snape were getting to him.
Once you find everything out, you’re going to leave me, too. Just like everyone else, Harry thought.

/……/

“The peacocks really seemed to like Harry.” Chuckle. “I think he was surprised by their color.”
Severus snorted, but didn’t divert his attention from the book he was reading. Harry had gone to sleep in his own bed, despite Draco offering to have him sleep in their bed. It had saddened the blonde, but he hadn’t said anything. He had only cast the necessary spells to alert them of nightmares. It was getting late and still nothing tonight.
Smirking, Draco decided to have a little fun. He rolled over to lie over his older lover’s legs. Severus was so engrossed in his book that he didn’t sense his lover’s movements until…
Severus groaned. He was barely able to put his book back on the table before slipping his fingers into soft blonde hair. Draco smirked before closing his eyes and continued suckling at the member. He groaned when he felt a familiar feeling at his entrance. He spread his legs more when something wet slipped in.
Draco had learned early on his relationship with Severus that the man knew how to bring pleasure without even touching him. He had managed to coax a few spells out of his lover, but this particular one was still unknown. It was caused intense pleasure with the feeling of a long, wet tongue stretching his passage and stabbing at his prostate at every sweep. Personally, Draco thought it was the perfect way for his lover to cheat. Any time the spell was used, Draco always was the first to come.
He doubled his efforts on the stubborn erection by deep throating it and cupping balls. Severus choked back a chuckle. He knew this game all too well. It was what came with having a younger lover. Plus the blonde always had been the competitive type. So he increased the strength of the spell.
Draco was cursing in his mind as the spell did a series of rapid punches to his prostate. His release came without any warning and he growled around the member in his mouth. He kept sucking until Severus released a minute later. He swallowed it all down and sucked on the tip to ensure he got everything. A small tug on his strands urged him to release his mouthful. Draco slid up his lover’s body to straddle his lap.
Maintaining his hold on the back of Draco’s head, Severus pulled him forward for a kiss. As a consolation prize, he opened his mouth and allowed his younger lover to slip his tongue in. And Draco took full advantage of that. Draco leaned his body against Severus as he licked all around his mouth. He slipped a hand up to roll circles around a hard nipple.
He broke the kiss with a groan. Two long fingers had slipped into his passage and were curling into his prostate. As nice as a spell was, the real thing was so much better. He laid his head down on his lover’s shoulder, moaning as he felt a third finger slide in.
“You have work in the morning, Dragon,” Severus whispered in his ear.
Draco clamped down hard around the fingers when he felt them retreating. He jumped with a yelp when another hand slapped his ass. He loosened his grip and whimpered when the fingers continued massaging his insides.
“I didn’t say I would stop.” Severus chuckled. “I’m merely reminding you before you wake up in the morning complaining.”
Draco turned his head and nipped at the other wizard’s neck. He flashed him a smirk.
“I’ll only be complaining if I’m not sore in the morning.”
Draco suddenly found himself flat on his back with something much bigger than fingers stretching his passage. Needless to say, he wasn’t complaining the next morning. Until Severus refused to let him call in sick.
End of Chapter Nine
Drawings, Dreams, and Dragons
Author’s Note: I am so happy to hear about the Supreme Court ruling. Facebook is blown up with people talking all about it. I can’t believe the things people are still arguing. It makes me roll my eyes and think “Really?” History is made to be progressive, not live in the past. The Apocalypse hasn’t happened (Sam and Dean took care of that) and the world is not coming to an end. Tomorrow will come. And that is my piece on the subject.
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