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Of Lions And Lambs - Part One	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7082 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight and I will not make any profit from writing this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. I've just…borrowed them for a little while. I'll give them back. Honest.

Warnings - So completely AU it's unbelievable. (Come guys, it's a crossover so did you really expect it not to be AU?) Some of the characters might seem a little OOC at times. Also…THERE WILL BE SLASH! AND MPREG! You have been warned!

A/N Alice and Jasper are not a couple in this story, I want them with other people and so they will be (eventually).

(U)Of Lions And Lambs(U)

(U)Prologue(U)

Unlike most it wasn't the Dementors that had him trembling with fear, it was the screams. The real screams of the other inmates combined with the screams in his mind, the screams of the dead.

Most of the time he would simply curl up in the corner of the filthy cell and try to block out the screams, covering his ears with his dirty hands, pulling at his hair and digging his nails painfully into his scalp. Anything to block out the screams.

But they wouldn't leave him alone.

He never realised that one of the near constant screams was his own.

The Dementors left him to suffer alone, their services not needed to torture him, to make his life a living hell. His own mind was doing it for them. He never even seemed to notice them gliding back and forth down the corridor, tormenting the other inmates.

To him there were just the screams.

Then one day, a day like any other, he was trying to fight the screams when the door to his cell swung open slowly, creaking loudly and a man…no a boy his own age entered warily. Frightened eyes stared up at the boy for only a moment before they were shut tightly again, his hands pressing even harder on his ears.

"Oh Draco…" he barely heard the person sigh, "I'm so sorry. This should never have happened to you."

The boy took him from his cell, gentle hands guiding him around the maze of corridors. Faces were put to the screams he had been tormented by now, faces of fear and of pain. His own fear increased to the point that no gentle hands or comforting words would calm him.

Eventually they were outside, the swirling winds chilling him to the bone, pressing his striped uniform to his thin body and making his rescuers fine cloak fly about uncontrollably. Something was pressed into his hand and he felt the familiar pulling sensation of the Portkey.

They landed somewhere dimly familiar and he liked the silence of the place. It chased away the screams on the outside and with those screams gone he could fight down the screams inside.

But the silence didn't last…

"Draco!"

The woman's excited scream was all it took to bring the screams back, echoing around his head. He fell backwards, away from the achingly familiar blond woman reaching for him, whimpering and scratching at his ears.

He wanted the silence back.

"Please…please stop…stop screaming…"

"Oh Draco…" the woman sighed as both she and the coy crouched before him, "What did they do to my son?" she asked his rescuer, tears falling from her eyes and smudging her previously perfect make-up.

"I don't know," the boy admitted softly, "I don't think he even knows who we are, he was in there too long…I'm sorry…" She reached over to the boy and ran her hand through his messy black hair comfortingly,

"Don't be sorry, you got my son out of that place," she told him gently before he gaze turned back to her trembling son, "Oh my poor baby…"

They sat with him in silence until he calmed down, the screams only he could hear now as silent as the rest of the house. It was like he now imagined heaven to be.

"Draco?" the woman asked in little more than a whisper and for that he was very grateful…whispers didn't start the screams. "Do you know who I am?"

"N-No," she looked saddened and he hastened to add, "I'm sorry…please don't send me back to the screams…"

"We wont," she reassured him gently, "How about we go upstairs, get you cleaned up and into bed?"

"I-I…" he mumbled, trembling.

"It's alright Draco. You're home and you're safe," she breathed, reaching out and brushing his dirty hair off of his face.

"Home…" he mumbled, "Home…mother…" Realisation dawned in his eyes, "Mother…" The tears fell then and he flung himself into her open arms, sobbing his heart out. Her arms wrapped around him tightly and she began to rock back and forth, murmuring soft nothings in his ear like she had when he'd been upset as a child.

And Harry Potter watched with saddened eyes, barely recognising the wreck of a boy before him as Draco Malfoy.

~ * ~ * ~

When the newspapers got hold of the story they were merciless. They asked why Harry Potter of all people was helping to set free the key members of a notoriously dark family even though they had been tried by the ministry and found guilty. Draco was not shown the articles for fear they would harm his slow recovery but Narcissa read each and every one and wept about the things they said and the fact that the articles were making it even harder for Harry to secure her husbands release from Azkaban.

"I'm hoping to have it signed off by the end of the month," Harry told her as they sat together on one of the little sofas in the sitting room. Draco as ever was still in bed, recovering both physically and mentally from his seven-month stay in Azkaban. Harry gotten Narcissa herself released after only a month but her son had taken longer and her husband…well it could have seemed impossible to anyone other than Harry Potter.

"Thank you," Narcissa said, tears building up in her eyes as she clutched his strong yet gentle hand in her delicate ones, "Thank you for saving us."

"It was the least I could do," Harry replied, resting his other hand on top of hers.

"But…why?" Narcissa asked, finally giving in to the question that had been bugging her since Harry rescued her, "We (B)were(B) Death Eaters…"

"Did you willingly join Voldemorts followers?" Harry asked, seeing her wince at the name of the dead Dark Lord. People still did that, react to his name but Harry was pleased that more and more people were willing to say it. There was no need to be afraid of the name. "Or did you join out of fear?"

"Fear," Narcissa finally admitted in a whisper, "Fear for my son."

"The way you acted, the way your husband acted it was all to protect Draco wasn't it?" Harry asked gently, knowing she'd never tell him the truth if he didn't ask the questions as bluntly as possible.

"Yes but we didn't do a very good job did we?" Narcissa let out a sob; "Voldemort still got his claws into my beautiful baby. Ordered him to kill Dumbledore…"

"But Draco didn't, he couldn't," Harry pointed out.

"My son has a good soul no matter how much dark blood flows through his veins," Narcissa murmured, wiping at her eyes in an attempt to banish the tears.

"Blood matters very little to me," Harry said calmly, "Narcissa when you were asked to examine me you could have turned me in then and Voldemort would have won. But instead you asked me something. What was it?"

"I-I asked if my son was alive," Narcissa whispered.

"And what did you do when I told you he was?" Harry asked.

"I-I-"

"You helped me. You helped me to defeat Voldemort Narcissa. It wouldn't have worked out the way it did if you hadn't announced I was dead," Harry said passionately, believing every word he spoke to the beautiful but tired looking woman. "The people might not want to admit it but I was able to kill him thanks to you."

"That's not true," Narcissa said quickly.

"I believe it is," Harry told her plainly, "You say your son has a good soul. What about yours? And your husbands?" Narcissa laughed sadly as she answered,

"My soul is as black as coal Harry as is my husbands. We weren't under some spell all those years. We did everything we did in our right minds. We followed that monster willingly…"

"And that's where I completely disagree. Willingly? Narcissa if you were a willing follower you'd be your sister," Harry said bluntly, watching as she flinched at the mention of her sibling who had most definitely been a true follower of Voldemort. Harry continued speaking slowly, "You and your husband and your son are very good actors but your souls are not as dark as you think. And that is why I am helping you."

"But we're not innocent," Narcissa mumbled.

"I never said you were innocent. No one's innocent in a war, especially not (B)that(B) war. We've all done things we're ashamed of, I know I have but it's time to put them behind us and move on. To rebuild the Wizarding world and make it a better place," Harry said bluntly, "Unfortunately the Ministry can't see that just yet but I'm working on it. You are just the tip of the iceberg I am bringing to the surface."

"I-I-" Narcissa mumbled, the tears falling freely now as she stared at him, seeing in his eyes that he believed every single word he said, "Thank you." This was little more than a whisper but Harry heard it as clear as if she had been shouting.

"Your welcome," he replied quietly, pulling her into his arms and letting the older woman sob into his shoulder.

~ * ~ * ~

It was like something out of the movies, Lucius standing in the doorway, his arms out stretched to catch his wife as she ran shrieking with joy down the grand staircase. Harry stepped aside just in time and the couple proceeded to prove that their marriage was not a marriage of convenience, their kisses were definitely proof enough that their was a marriage of love. Finally their kisses ended and Lucius spoke, still holding her close to him, her cheeks pressed against his chest,

"Where's Draco?"

"I'm here," the quiet voice came from the top of the stairs and three sets of eyes turned to see a very pale, very shaky Draco clutching the banister, dressed in loose fitting pyjama's, "I-I heard screaming…"

"Oh I'm sorry my darling, that was me," Narcissa looked like she wanted to kick herself, "I was so overjoyed to see your father home and well."

"It was a-a happy scream?" Draco asked insecurely as his parents finally pulled apart, heading up the stairs side by side.

"Yes my little dragon," Narcissa said softly, "A happy scream."

"A happy scream," Draco murmured to himself as his parents reached him. His tearful eyes met his fathers, "Happy screaming…not sad screaming or-or frightened screaming or painful screaming or-"

"Happy screaming," Narcissa interrupted him, "Aren't you happy to see daddy too?" Harry resisted the urge to snort at Lucius being call 'daddy', watching the scene from the bottom of the stairs.

"Y-Yes…b-but the screaming…" Draco's voice trembled almost as much as his body and both of his parents wanted nothing more than to wrap him up into their arms.

"There's no nasty screaming Draco, I promise," Narcissa said, shaking her head slightly at Lucius who was rather confused and very worried.

"I'll-I'll keep the screaming away Draco," Lucius said eventually, giving in to his instincts and opening his arms for Draco, "Come here my dragon." At that Draco flew into Lucius' arms and father and son held each other as tight as they possibly could, tears falling both sets of almost identical grey eyes. Lucius looked at his wife and mouthed as clearly as possible, "Explain to me later."

Harry chose to excuse himself then, leaving the family to heal together.

~ * ~ * ~

A month later Harry, busy sorting out the rest of his 'iceberg' was surprised to receive a visit from Lucius Malfoy. He stood very stiffly in the door way of Harry's office in the Ministry, leaning heavily on his cane. Harry could tell he was having a hard time ignoring the whispering and the looks of the people in the hall.

"Come in Lucius, have a seat," Harry said in his most friendly voice. Lucius obeyed, shutting the door behind him before sitting in the seat on the other side of Harry's paper covered desk. "How are you? And Narcissa and Draco? I've been meaning to visit but as you can see I'm a little swamped."

"We're all as well as can be expected. I've come to thank you for everything you have done for my family," Lucius said stiffly, "There was no reason for you to help us and yet you did." Harry smiled at him as he answered,

"My reason is still the same as when I explained it to your wife."

"She did tell me about that," Lucius seemed to be fighting a smile, "She still doesn't fully understand why but she has decided to not dwell on the past."

"Good. That's what I was hoping to achieve," Harry said happily.

"She's also told me to move on from the past," Lucius admitted.

"And I think you have," Harry said.

"Oh?" Lucius asked, an eyebrow arching in such a Malfoy way that Harry had to break out in a huge smile, it was good to see that expression again,

"Yes. You haven't insulted me," Harry pointed out, "Old Lucius Malfoy, would have insulted me at least ten times by now."

"Old Lucius Malfoy was a very hard act to keep up," Lucius admitted quietly.

"I know."

"You seem to know everything," Lucius commented.

"Comes with the territory of 'saviour of the Wizarding world'," Harry chuckled, "If I don't know everything the whole world panics." The laugh that came from the older wizard was a wonderful sound to hear for the first time,

"Yes I guess that's true." Lucius paused before taking a deep breath; "I have no right to ask you to do this after all that you've done for us already…"

"Ask," Harry ordered.

"We need to get away for a while," Lucius said quickly, "Draco is slowly getting better but he still hears the screams and he hates loud noises. Reporters have been trying to get into the manor since I was released, they won't leave us alone."

"I didn't know that," Harry said angrily, "I'll get rid of them."

"They just want a story, they'll tire of ours eventually," Lucius said quietly before continuing, "But my wife and I agree that it would be better for us and for Draco and maybe for everyone else too for us to disappear for a few years. Until everything's calmed down and the Wizarding world has had a chance to heal and to move on without us there to remind them of the past."

"You don't…"

"We do. Ex-Death Eaters," Lucius interrupted, "That's what we'll be seen as for many years to come and that won't help my son. All the other Death Eaters are either in Azkaban or six feet under ground. The few that were cleared were Death Eaters under the Imperious Curse. We are a reminder of years of pain and of fear and of loss and we…we are sick of hurting people. I have come to ask for you to help us once more. I have come here today to ask for your help to get us away."

"Where do you want to go?" Harry asked eventually.

"Somewhere that no one has heard of the war or of the Malfoy family," Lucius answered, "And that means somewhere muggle."

"You? Muggle?" Harry asked before he could stop himself.

"My father will be turning in his grave but yes. We are willing to go muggle, or sort of muggle. Muggle to the muggles but with a little magic behind the scenes," Lucius said with a soft smile.

"England?"

"No."

"How about America?" Harry suggested. "There are plenty of places in America that have never had anything to do with magic. Or Russia. Russia's the same. Big countries you know." Lucius didn't know but he nodded anyway,

"Not Russia," he finally answered, "Somewhere in America."

"Ok," Harry pulled open on of his desk draws and brought an old Atlas, opening it up to a map of North America. Muttering something dots began to glow red on the pages. "Magical signatures." The big cities unsurprisingly glowed very brightly. "So where do you fancy going?"

"Somewhere up here?" Lucius suggested, pointing to the top left corner of the map where there were only a few red dots.

"Washington, Oregon, Idaho or Montana?" Harry asked.

"Um…the first one," Lucius picked at random.

"Fancy living near the sea?" Harry asked, feeling a little bit like an Estate Agent.

"I've never given it much thought," Lucius admitted.

"I've always fancied living nearer the sea than London is," Harry chuckled, "What about…Port Angeles? Or Forks?"

"There's a town called Forks?" Lucius asked in surprise.

"Yes there is and with no red dots," Harry answered, "No magic."

"Forks it is then."

"I'll get everything organised for you Lucius," Harry said, closing the atlas and smiling at the older wizard. In no way did Harry agree with his argument but if this was what they wanted and what they thought best then Harry Potter was going to help them in any way he could.

"Thank you Harry, thank you for everything."

A/N Our favourite sparkly vampires will be appearing in Chapter One, I promise! Oh and for any of you reading my other Twilight stories there are new chapters on the way but this has been bugging me so I had to get it down.
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