《Here For You (Discontinued)》Chapter Twenty
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Harry blinked at the molten silver eyes once more in confusion before he carefully lifted his hand to stroke the blonds cheek softly.
"Draco?" Harry whispered in a softer tone. Draco smiled and growled lightly before pulling Harry closer to his face. A light blush dusted over Harry's cheeks as their noses brushed but that was quickly forgotten when his spine flared in pain. He cranes his neck and noticed that his wing was caught under the shoe of Severus. He whined and tried to tug his wing free, only to yelp in pain again as he tried.
He felt Draco shift slightly and turned back to the blond to see anger and possessiveness clear on his face. Harry's eyes widened and he quickly followed his gut feeling.
"Hey mom," The room went dead silent as they heard his voice but he didn't pay them any mind. "I need you to step off my wing please and then get everyone to leave while I try to calm him down." There were no words but he immediately felt the pressure lifted off his wing and heard the rush of footsteps and the close of a curtain. He shifted to sit up and looked at his boyfriend with concern. "Draco? Draco? Please look at me."
Surprisingly the blond obeyed and looked directly into his eyes. Harry smiled and placed a hand on the blonds cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over the pale skin that lay there. Draco reached up to grasp Harry's wrist and closed his eyes. Harry came to rest his forehead against the others and closed his eyes as well, relishing in the welcome warmth.
"Are you okay?" Harry blinked his eyes open and looked at Draco. "Your wing, I mean. Is it hurt?" Harry frowned lightly and moved his wing to unfurl slightly in front of him. He inspected it for a moment and found nothing other than a few rumpled feathers.
"I'm fine Dray," Harry said, giving the other a reassuring peck on the lips quickly before pulling back slightly. "How about you? When did you go through your inheritance?"
"A few hours ago I believe." Harry's eyes widened slightly as he took in the implications. Part of him wanted to cry and beg Draco to forgive him, but the other, more reasonable part of him, knew that Draco didn't even know what happened.
"Do you know why? I mean, why it happened early?" Harry wanted to kick himself. Honestly, why was he avoiding this? He saw the look on Draco's face and realized the blond had already put it together.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me, darling?" Harry curled in on himself and looked down.
"I don't know what you mean." Harry winced and closed his eyes. He felt Draco place a hand on his neck slightly and sighed, whimpering quietly, before giving in. "There was no friend I was staying with over the summer. Remus owled me and he wasn't able to get custody and I was embarrassed so I lied. I've been staying at the Leaky Cauldron and Tom has been keeping me safe. Everything has been fine until a couple of hours ago. I don't really know what happened but someone took me into an alley and beat me. I had been out a lot longer than usual I think so Tom came looking for me and found me and took me back and healed me. I came to Gringotts an hour ago and have been here ever since." Harry rushes all of this out as tears slipped down his face. He did not like this, his emotions were all over the place. He felt Draco wrap his free arm around him and the brush of different feathers against his own. He placed his forehead against Draco's collarbone and took a shaky breath as Draco lifted his hand and ran it through his hair.
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"It okay," Harry fisted his hands in the blonde's shirt and whimpered. Draco continued to run his hand through the other's hair as he started to whisper. "I don't blame you, love. I couldn't, never. I love you and nothing will change that, okay?" Harry sniffed and nodded.
"You know that Sev is my mum?" Draco blinked a few times and pulled back to look Harry in the eyes.
"Your mum? Really? Who's your dad?" Harry swallowed and absentmindedly traced patterns on the blonds back.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle. Better known as Lord Voldemort." Draco sucked in a sharp breath and stared at Harry with wide eyes.
"Marvolo? Like in the diary? Does he know?" Harry shrugged.
"I don't know but I'll find out." Draco nodded and looked towards the curtain.
"Am I calm enough for them to come back?" Harry looked towards the curtain as well and sighed. He looked back towards Draco and placed a chaste kiss to his lips for a moment before pulling back and yelling out.
"You guys can come in now!" There was a series of footsteps and a quick swish of the curtain before several faces came into view. Severus stood in the front, Remus and Cissa flanking him and Luc in the back with the goblins. Harry stood and smiled at Severus. "Hi, mum." Severus' face broke into a smile and he rushed over to Harry to pull him into a hug.
"Oh, my son. My beautiful boy." Severus held Harry tightly and placed a few kisses on his face before pulling him against his chest. Harry returned with just as much, if not more, vigor and felt his eyes burn. They stayed like that for a moment before Severus pulled back and cupped Harry's face. "I'm so glad you're back." Harry smiled and placed a hand over Severus'.
"Me too." They shared another embrace before Severus stepped back with a shaky breath. Harry looked over at the rest of the room nervously. He looked back at Draco who nodded and smiled. Harry ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Um- so I guess you're all wondering what happened. How I- er- came into my inheritance early." The adults glanced at each other before nodding at Harry. He took another deep breath before spitting it out. He told them exactly what he had told Draco and didn't look at them, choosing to look down at his hands as he wrung them together.
When he finished he glanced up and noticed that they were all giving him sympathetic looks. He swallowed and waited for the outburst.
"Oh, Harry.." The next thing he knew, he was being swept up by several pairs of arms in a group hug. He groaned lightly and squirmed uncomfortably.
"Guys," he said pleadingly. They all shushed him and he was pretty sure that Cissa pinched him but he just sighed and relaxed into the embrace.
"Can I have my mate back?" Harry choked on a laugh, as did Remus and Severus while Luc and Cissa rolled their eyes, and waited until they released him before walking back to the bed where Draco lay. He plopped on top of Draco and laughed as the blond immediately put his arms around him and nuzzled his neck.
"Mum? Where's Dad?" Severus stilled and his dark eyes took on a faraway look.
"I don't know. The night of the accident, Dumbledore did something to him. He took whatever spell was sent towards you two and he went down. I don't really remember, there were dementors everywhere at the time." Harry frowned and sat up. He looked back towards the goblins who were still standing near the curtain, although awkwardly.
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"Am I free to go?" Griphook stepped forward and looked at Harry with warm eyes, well, warm for a goblin.
"You just need to sign one more thing that's in my office and then yes you can go." Harry nodded and stood, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him behind him as he started walking. The adults followed behind and no one really talked.
They quickly made it to Griphooks office and signed the form before walking out of the bank. They made their way swiftly to The Leaky Cauldron. Harry walked in first and was nearly knocked down by a fierce hug.
"Merlin Harry! You've been gone forever!" Harry smiled and patted the bartender on the back.
"Sorry, there was a lot more to be done than I realized." Harry pulled back and almost laughed at the disgruntled look on the older man's face. Tom glanced up and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at the five confused faces of Harry's company.
"I'll leave you and your troop to what you need to do, your creatures are back in your room now by the way." Harry nodded and smiled as the man walked back behind the bar. Harry grabbed Draco's hand again and pulled him up the stairs to his room. Draco glanced at the others, a few steps behind them, and leaned to whisper to Harry.
"You know I'm supposed to be the dominant one here right?" Harry sputtered and nearly tripped on a stair.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're leading me around and dragging me everywhere. That's my job." Harry gave Draco a blank stare before he sighed and shook his head with a smile.
"You're just wrapped around my finger so you'll follow me anywhere anyway and you'll let me drag you around. Don't worry I'm not trying to offend your oh so sensitive masculinity." Draco made an affronted noise and looked at Harry with disbelief. "Oops, too late." Harry smirked.
They finally reached Harry's room and he waved his hand across the handle and pushed the door open. Harry stopped and stared at the mess. Books were all over the floor, the bed had been almost taken apart, clothes were everywhere, and the desk chair had fallen over. Harry put on a calm mask and took a deep breath. He let go of Draco's hand and took another step into the room.
"Moony! Snuffles! Nigrum! Anguis! Get yourselves out here! Now!" There was a sudden shuffle from under the bed and all four creatures came out. Harry looked at them as he crossed his arms over his chest. They seemed to glance at each other once before they all looked down at the floor. "What- I- why? What happened?" Harry sighed and knelt down.
~Explain.~
~When you were gone the man moved us back in here and it was fine for a while but then something happened and I don't really remember what happened Master.~
~Neither do I Master. We are sorry.~ Harry sighed again and waved his hand around the room, rubbing a hand to his face as things went soaring back to their original place. He reached out to pick them all up and stood to set them on top of the dresser.
"It's not your fault I guess, just stay up here while we talk ok?" Nigrum and Anguis hissed in response and balled up on the spot. Harry petted the top of Snuffles and Moonys head reassuringly until the curled up as well. Harry turned back around and watched as the others settled around the room. "So How to we get him back?"
"I don't know Harry, I really don't." Severus sighed. "We've been trying to figure out a way since he left. We've tried everything?" Harry raised a brow skeptically.
"Everything?" Remus cut in here with a whimsical hand gesture.
"Well, everything we could think of?"
"Did you think to ask Marvolo?" The adults froze and looked at each other with gaping mouths. Harry sighed and shook his head exasperatedly. He walked over to the small desk and quickly pulled out some ink and a quill before penning out a small note to Marvolo in the diary. "I'm going to talk to him first for a second. Come in when the diary glows again." There was no room for argument as Harry disappeared the second the words left his mouth.
"Hello Harry," Marvolo greeted with a smile, not looking up from the book placed in his lap. Harry stood and looked at Marvolo with a new light.
"Did you know?" Harry didn't say any further and Marvolo looked up confused.
"Know wha- oh." The book he vanished and the older man stood and walked closer to Harry. "It happened. You've had your inheritance and you know now, don't you?" Harry nodded and felt his eyes burn with tears. He rushed forward and buried his face into his fathers chest with a choked sob. The other man returned the hug just as ferociously and placed a soft kiss to the crown of his little ravens head.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Harry whispered with a thick voice.
"Would you have believed me?" He asked rhetorically. "As much as I wanted to, I knew you wouldn't have and it would've been to hard to explain without your inheritance info. Is the young Malfoy alright?" Harry blinked, shocked to say the least, and pulled back, eyes still shiny with tears.
"What?"
"The Malfoy Heir, young Draco. I can assume he went through his inheritance as well and early inheritances are very dangerous in any sense." Harry looked at his father in shock.
"You know that too?"
"What? That your mates? Of course, how could I not? You should have seen when you guys first met, it was obvious then." Harry nodded and looked back at where he had come from.
"The rest want to talk to you. I wanted to come in first and talk privately so you knew what happened, but we're discussing on how to get you back." Marvolo nodded and conjures up a few more couches. His eyes took on a distant look again and soon the other five were stumbling in and nearly all fell onto the floor. Harry giggled slightly and went to help Draco stand as the adults brushed themselves off. Severus rushed into Marvolo's arms and the two shared a long embrace. They all moved towards the large seating area and sat down.
"So Harry said you wanted to know how to 'get me back', so to say." The room nodded and Marvolo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, collect the horcruxes for starters."
"What's a horcrux?" Harry asked immediately, Draco looking confused as well.
"It's a piece of very dark magic that splits one's soul and it's placed into various objects. It's makes someone immortal by anchoring their soul to the earth." Marvolo explained.
"Oh ok, continue."
"There's the locket, the ring, the cup and the diadem that you need to collect. Locket should be within the Black home. The cup is in Bella's vault. The ring is in my family's old home in Little Hangleton but it's protected some dark curses and wards and do not put the ring on. And the diadem is in the Come and Go room at Hogwarts."
"Well that shouldn't be too hard." Draco said, looking at the rest of the room.
"No it seems easy but question." Harry said, looking at Marvolo. "What's with the Black home? I assume it's a friend of yours house."
"Sirius Black was part of our little group, if you will. He was friends with Remmy and Sev during school, though Dumbledore will tell you otherwise. He was put into Azkaban for a few years though for supposedly killing a man." Narcissa said patiently.
"What man?"
"Peter Pettigrew." Severus growled. "He was a rat, true to his animagus form."
"His form was a rat?" Draco asked incredulously, disgust clear on his face.
"Yes, disgusting truly." Lucius quipped lightly.
"Wait so what happened? Who killed Pettigrew?" Hardy cut in.
"The million galleon question that no one can answer. Thirteen muggles were killed in an explosion and all that was left was the finger of Pettigrew and Sirius laughing at the scene." Remus spoke darkly.
"The finger? That's it." Remus nodded. "You said his form was a rat?" Remus nodded again. Harry frowned,he was missing something but he couldn't place it. "Couldn't he have faked his death and ran away after cutting off his own finger?"
"That was what we thought at first but there was no proof, no evidence that even suggested he was alive." Remus sighed.
"What about his gringotts account?" Draco spoke.
"What?"
"Doesn't someone's account state whether they're alive or not? I'm sure the goblins would be willing to tell us."
"Why didn't we think of that?" Remus said, looking at the others.
"Because we were all a bunch of depressed snails who were wallowing in self pity and hate." Severus said sardonically as he slumped against the back of the couch.
"Touché."
"We'll go in the morning." Harry said and the rest of the group nodded in response. "Okay, so what do we do after we find the horcruxes?"
"Find my current soul." Marvolo replied simply.
"What?"
"That night, Dumbledore cast the soul out of my body. Since my horcruxes were around, my soul never really left and is most likely floating around and possessing beings. Like in your first year with Quirrell."
"First year? Ok, I was following and then you lost me." Harry's brow furrowed and he looked at Marvolo with his head tilted.
"Severus told me in your first year that your Defense teacher was the host for my soul."
"He was?" Draco and Harry cried in synch.
"Yes."
"Oh. How do we find him then?"
Silence.
"I don't know."
"Can we lure him to us somehow?"
"No, he doesn't remember anybody but he will get feelings about the people he knows or recognizes." Marvolo explained.
"So if we bring something out that matters to him, he'll come?" Marvolo nodded at Harry's question and gently crossed his leg over the other. "What about Nagini? I mean, she's your oldest companion right? If we could find her then we could get him a specific place right?" The adults looked at each other, ideas sparking in their minds and eyes.
"That might work..." Severus said slowly. "He would definitely recognize her and would trust to do what she says." Harry nodded and stood.
"Great, me and Draco will go find her and you guys split up and gather the horcruxes and then we'll meet up back her in twenty four hours."
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down." Remus protested, standing up with Harry. "No ones doing anything until we all get some food and rest. We've been through a lot today. We need to cool down."
"But-"
"No Harry, he's right." Marvolo stood and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry visibly deflated and pouted. "I think that this was enough for tonight and you all look exhausted."
"No I'm fin-" Harry's words were cut off by a large yawn and he sighed before nodding. "Ok, fine." He gave Marvolo a hug and pulled Draco up. They disappeared out of the diary and stumbled upon arrival. Harry walked over to his trunk and pulled out a pair of nightclothes to change into. He waved a hand at Draco and changed his clothes into comfortable sleepwear. He quickly changed and fell onto the bed. Draco slid in next to him and threw the covers over both of them. Harry instantly curled up next to Draco and both fell into a deep sleep.
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