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He found them passed out in the floor, they were both breathing. Severus shook his head; he looked at Draco and then at Potter.
He heard the Weasleys and Granger enter the empty basement and look at the young men.
"What did you do to them?" The Granger girl came close to Potter's side.
"They are drunk and probably stoned out of their minds. Nothing to worry about, I'll come and collect my godson tomorrow morning." Severus drawled, his face betrayed nothing but slight contempt for them.
"What about Harry? He's your son. He needs you now." The youngest Weasley boy said.
Severus' eyes became slits and his voice dropped to a hiss. His students were well aware that Professor Snape was enraged now. "Do not pretend to know anything about my situation or the boy's situation. Stay out of this Weasley." Severus stalked out of the room.
Percy took charge, "Let's get them upstairs, I'll get Malfoy, you guys have Harry." The next fifteen minutes were spent trying to get two passed out wizards to bed.
"One of us should stay for the night" Percy looked tired, he had spent the whole day working at the ministry. He was sorting out all of the damage.
"You can go Perce, Mione and me will stay with them. Ron looked angry and relieved at the same time. It could have been worse. He was worried for Harry, ever since the last battle Harry had been withdrawn and rejected his or Hermione's company for more than an hour.
Once Percy left Hermione started the kettle, "he doesn't need space Ron. He needs help." Her voice was filled with anxiety.
Ron hugged her, "you were right. I should have listened to you. We'll help him, he's going to be ok." He smiled and hugged her harder.
He wanted to puke so badly, but he couldn't move from his spot wherever he was. Harry opened his eyes. Everything was too bright. He rolled over and came in contact with the hard and cold floor. It felt good, after a while he crawled to his bathroom. He was home, good. He remembered Malfoy and the muggle bar. "Must have been a dream." He muttered lowly.
He saw his reflection; he was pale, his face looked gaunt and his eyes looked extremely tired. He pulled out some aspirin from the medical cabinet and took two of those with water from the sink. He hoped the headache would go way in a few minutes.
Harry took a deep breath and waited for the room to stop spinning. He felt better after a few minutes and decided to go to the kitchen and see if there was any hangover or pepper up potion left. As he walked down the stairs he heard voices. Ron and Hermione must be here, the voices were easier to hear. "Not Hermione or Ron." Harry' heart constricted she he heard two familiar voices.
"What were you thinking Dragon?" Snape's voice was soft and pained. Harry had never heard him speak like that to anyone.
"They're gone uncle Sev. I am alone, I have no one anymore." Malfoy was sniveling all over his kitchen, great.
"Draco, I know this is hard for you but this is not the way to deal with your grief. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." Snape said authoritatively.
Harry heard his former school nemesis cry. Old rivalries ran deeper; Harry couldn't help but tease Malfoy. He entered the kitchen but stopped on his tracks. Snape embraced Malfoy and while he cried his eyes out. How many times had he wanted someone to give him a hug and tell him that everything would get better? For years Harry fantasized that someone would rescue him, comfort him and love him. Malfoy interrupted his musings, "I don't even know what I'm going to do, there won't be any funerals and I don't know what the ministry wants out of me."
Snape grabbed Draco's shoulders, "I'll talk to Kingsley. He's bound to know what is going on. I won't let you go to Azkaban. Now, straighten up Dragon, you have to make Cissy and Lucius proud." Harry saw Snape smile, a genuine smile like the ones he gave his mother when they were children. "Malfoys are survivors." Draco half smiled and hugged Snape one more time.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; he entered the kitchen and made his presence known. Both Slytherin froze and looked at a disheveled Harry. "Malfoy doesn't look any better." He thought.
"Good morning Mr. Potter." Snape sounded unaffected. How could he be this way? Wasn't he in the least uncomfortable with Harry being here? He was his fucking son and all he got was a cold greeting. The Boy Who lived remained quiet. Malfoy broke the tension. "Good bye Potter. Thank you for the drinks."
The two men left the house, not even once did Severus Snape look at his son. Harry dropped to a chair and just cried. He cried for the unfairness of it all. Why did it hurt him so much that Snape didn't even look at him? He had hated the bastard for almost eight years. "He's your dad, and he's a good person. You want him to care, to be concerned about you. You want him to be your dad, your friend like he is to Draco Malfoy. But he doesn't want to be, he made it perfectly clear." He said this out loud and then stopped crying.
Hermione and Ron found him nursing some tea. "How are you feeling mate?" Ron spoke quietly.
Harry smiled halfheartedly and let them take the first step. "I'm worried Harry. Ron stop glaring at me. I'm scared for him." Hermione looked concerned and sad.
"Harry you've been distant, you don't want to talk to us. You drink, when was the last time you saw Teddy? Are you going back to Hogwarts? Just talk to us." Harry could see the fear in her eyes.
He felt ashamed and angry at the same time. "Mione, it won't happen again. And no I'm not going back to school. I think N.E.W.T.S don't really matter anymore."
Ron looked like he wanted to agree with him but he looked at his girlfriend and saw her sad expression. "You have to finish your studies. You need to graduate, how are you going to get a job?"
Harry laughed, "Mione, I'm the freaking Boy Who Lived. The ministry is dying to recruit me as an Auror."
"Is that it? Are you going to become an Auror?" Hermione's face brightened.
"No Mione, I'm tired of fighting. I don't know what I'm going to do but I'm sure as hell are not going to be back to Hogwarts." He could see that his friends wanted to argue.
"Hear me out. Everyone will be looking at me and asking questions. I'm tired of that. I'm not ready to face them yet." He said firmly.
"He's right Mione, besides, we don't even know if Hogwarts will be open this September." Ron tried to logically point out.
"Well it doesn't matter. I just want you to talk to us, I understand it's hard for you Harry but you can't alienate us. We are your best friends." She was close to tears now.
"Oh Hermione, don't do that. You know we are not good with girly tears." Harry hugged her and softly said, "I'll be ok. I swear I won't get drunk again."
She snorted, and punched him in the arm. "At least not without us."
"That's my girl" Ron pulled Hermione and kissed her soundly. Harry laughed and the three of them hugged again.