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"I believe we're doing this to him!" cried a worried Molly Weasley.
"We have to, Molly. It's what's best for him." said Remus.
He, his husband-Sirius Black, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Molly and Arthur Weasley, and Draco Malfoy were all sitting in th living room of the Burrow, discussing the fate of 'the-Boy-Who-Lived', known to most as Harry James Potter.
'Draco Malfoy?!' You might be thinking, 'What's he doing there?!' Well, he and Harry had become best friends over the last year. Ever since Draco had come out to the entire school, admitting he was gay and had told his father that he was not going to be a Death Eater (His father and mother were spies for the order, though only a few people, who were under an oath, knew). He had apologized for his wrong behavior, and soon he and Harry were as close as best friends could get.
Draco and Harry told each other everything. Everything from Draco's crush on his fellow Slytherin-Adrian Darre, to Harry's Self-harming problems and some of the mistreatment Harry endured his "relatives".
"I don't care! I don't like it!" exclaimed Siruis, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Siri, Please! We talked about this! We have to do what is best for her, no matter how much none of us like this." explained Remus, taking Sirius's hand and rubbing his thumb over the top.
"He's not happy about this either. But there's no need to worry, he'll take really good care of Harry." Said Draco, nervously.
As if on cue, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came down the stairs. Without even thinking, seeing all the people in the room, Harry pulled down his sleeves over the bandages wrapped around his wrists and held them there.
Harry had taken to wearing a long-sleeved tops, even though it was summer, to hid the bandages around his wrists. He was wearing a baggy, grey sweatshirt and blue boxers. His feet were bare and his hair, which had tamed some during the summer, was messy. He also had no glasses on because Hermione had insisted that he get his eyesight fixed at the beginning of the summer when she had gone clothes shopping with him.
Hermione mumbled 'Hello ', while Ron was still too tired to say anything.
"Matin tous."said Harry, with a yawn.
Remus had been teaching Harry french. It made him feel good, like he was important. Which, of course, he was, but lately...he just knew he wasn't. He also liked the feeling of knowing something that no one else knew. He loved being able to have secret conversations that only he, Remus, and Draco could understand.
"Morning."said Moony, nervously.
The teen looked at him strangely. Ron and Hermione made their way to the kitchen. Draco came over and hugged Harry.
"Hey." he said sleepily, burying his face in Draco's chest and wrapping his arms around him.
"Hey." said Draco, wrapping his arms around Harry and putting his chin on the other boy's head.
They stood like that for a moment until Harry broke the silence.
"So, did you get my pops?"
Draco laughed.
"Yeah, I did."He said, letting go of Harry and walking over to where he had been sitting.
Draco grabbed the bag that lay there and tossed it to him. Harry caught it and looked inside. It was full of Blood Pops. Blood Pops were pops made from...well...blood. Ever since and incident that involved Butter Beer, a dare, and the Forbidden Forest, Harry had become 1/4 vampire and he had had a craving for those twisted treats. He ate them all the time, but no one knew that he was 1/4 vampire except for Draco, Ron, and Hermione.
"Thanks." said Harry, and he made his way into the kitchen with Draco not far behind.
"Good Morning, Dear. How'd you sleep? I know how much you like strawberries and sugar, Harry." said, handing Harry a blue bowl full of the cut up red fruit, with crystals of sugar melted on them.
"Thanks." he said with a smile, and ventured back into the living room.
Dumbledore was gone and Arthur had made his way into the kitchen, so that left Remus sitting on a recliner with Sirius sitting on the arm of it. Harry collapsed into Remus's lap and threw his legs up onto Sirius's lap. Draco took a seat on the coffee table in front of them, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry noticed that both of them seemed rather tense this morning, which was unusual. They were usually happy, expect when they found out about... Harry didn't like to think about that. Their faces...
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Lunard?" inquired Harry.
"Rien. Qu'est-ce qui vous fait penser qu'il ya quelque chose de mal, petit?" replied Remus. Sirius huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, sorry Siri." said the werewolf.
"You guys know I hate when you have your secret french conversations and I can't understand what you're saying." said Sirius.
"Sorry, Padfoot. I just asked Moony what was wrong and he lied and said that there was nothing wrong." said Harry.
"I didn't lie!" exclaimed Remus.
Harry just rolled his eyes and took a bite of his sugary strawberries.
"So how are you feeling this morning, Har?" asked Sirus.
"Fine Siri."
"Any nightmares?" asked Draco.
Whenever Harry had nightmare (which use to happen almost every time he fell asleep, but were starting to happen less frequent) he had to have Draco there to calm him down, but he hadn't been there last night. That was what had bothered Draco the most about having to go somewhere last night.
"Actually No. I didn't have single nightmare. I think I actually enjoyed getting a full nights' sleep." said Harry.
"Any...urges?" asked Sirius.
Harry flinched then sighed."There will always be the urge to cut, Padfoot. But I'm proud to say that today make three months without so much as a single new cut." said Harry, smiling proudly.
"That's really good." said Remus with a smile.
He, Draco, and Sirius exchanged glances, feeling that there would be now better time to tell Harry the news.
"Har, there's something we need to tell you." said Sirius.
"Ha! I knew there was something wrong!" yelled Harry, polishing off the last of his sugar-coated strawberries and setting the bowl on the coffee table next to Draco.
Sirius push Harry's legs off his lap, so he was sitting up right on Remus's lap.
"This is serious, Harry." said Draco.
"No, that's Sirius." said the boy, pointing to the animaguis.
"Harry please." said Remus.
"Fine, Fine. What's up?" he said.
Siruis pulled a small, black velvet box from his pocket.
"Well, Harry...before we tell you anything, just know that we only agreed to this because we think it's best for you. He can provide you with protection and safety and-"
"What are you rambling about, Remus. Who?"
"Someone came to talk to us last night. He told us..." said Sirius.
"Told you what, Siri?!"exclaimed Harry, frustrated at them for keeping something from him.
"According to the Ministry, you are officially engaged to Severus Snape. He left this for you."Said Sirius.
He opened the box to reveal a simple silver ring, with emeralds embedded all around the band. It was a beautiful, yet simple and very expensive looking ring. An engagement ring.
Harry was as pale as a ghost. He had a look of pure terror on his face. He stood up with a jolt.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
He ran up the stairs.
Ron and Hermione, who had heard everything, looked terrified. Draco had his head in his hands. Remus had stood up and was hugging his husband.
"Oh, Siri, I hope we're doing the right thing." said Remus, worriedly.
The room was silent until Remus stuck his nose up in the air and sniffed loudly.
"I smell blood."
Draco, Sirius, Remus, and the others quickly ran up the stairs, but Draco was the first one to the door. It was locked, but with a quick 'Alohmora!', the door was flung open.
Harry stood there was blood pouring from the deep looking cuts on his wrist and arms. He held tightly to something shiny in his right hand. His eyes were closed, but tears were running down his face.
"Oh Harry."
In French:
Matin tous-Morning all
Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Lunard?-What's wrong,Moony?
Rien. Qu'est-ce qui vous faire croire qu'il ya quelque chose de mal, petit?- Nothing. What would make you think that there's something wrong,cub?