Title: Where I Belong

Author: Shadewolfy

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort & Romance

Warning: Hating of the Weasley's and some of the Gryffindor's.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Hope I could find a love story of my own, but alas, I'm not meant for love if my phobia is of any indication.

Summary: Some people want to find the place that they truly belong, some already have and some have those places cruelly ripped away. Which one are you?

Talk = "Do you miss me?"

Thought = Yes, so very much.

Chapter 1

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Sixteen year old Harry Potter was unsure of what to write.

What exactly do you say to the person whom you're secretly in love with and who you at least want to be friends with? Let's be friends so that I can at least appease the part of me that wants to be near you.

Harry snorted, yeah, that would go well.

For a while he just sat amongst the owl roosts in the owlery, fiddling with his quill and biting his bottom lip before he just decided to get it over with. He squared his shoulders and scrawled a hasty note.

DM

Please meet me in the RoR

We need to talk

HP

He tied it to one of the school owls, a large male grey and brown dapple and watched the owl take off. For a few seconds he felt a horrible longing for his own, now deceased, owl Hedwig. He really missed her.

But now was not the time to mourn, he decided. Now he had to go.

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Harry had specifically chosen a seat facing the Slytherin table that day for when the owls entered because he needed to see Draco's face.

He spotted the dapple brown and grey owl among the others, watched as it swooped down and waited for Draco to take the letter from it. The minute Draco removed the letter the owl was gone, merging with the crowd of owls leaving.

He watched as Draco read the letter then glanced up and nodded subtly to him. Harry sighed silently in relief before he went back to his food, ignoring the looks Hermione was sending him. She had been on his case about who he was obsessing about for ages, never letting up. She didn't seem to understand that he was allowed to have his share of secrets. Clearly in her mind friends told each other everything, never mind that their genders were different.

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Harry watched as the owls above him flew their rounds, always shifting. They were also moving faster than normal so to Harry it felt like he had been lying there longer than it actually was. It felt surreal.

"I thought you wanted to meet in a nice comfortable room, not a forest." Draco said from behind him.

Harry scrambled up to face Draco and opened him mouth to talk, to at least say hi, when his mouth ran dry.

Draco cocked his head to the side regarding Harry before he said, "Come on Potter, speak."

Harry nodded before he straightened and blurted out, "Do you want to be friends?" Just as that sentence left his mouth, his face flamed up. I can't believe I just said that.

Draco blinked slowly before he opened his mouth and answered the question which held the key to Harry's heart, "No."

Harry turned his head away and blinked away the tears. Of course.

"I want to be more." Draco continued.

Harry lifted his head, unsure what it was Draco wanted when he noticed Draco was a lot closer that he had been.

Draco curled his fingers under Harry's face and raised his head. Harry regarded Draco through lowered lashes before he leaned in and kissed Draco. Draco responded quite heartily.

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Harry watched Draco from his seat on the bleaches, staring up at his boyfriend as Draco flew in search of the snitch. The game was Slytherin verses Ravenclaw and Slytherin was winning.

Boyfriend.

That word still sent a chill of pleasure down Harry's spine. They were dating, and had been dating for a year now. Not that anyone knew on the other hand. Harry knew Hermione was suspicions, but then again when wasn't she. That girl should really learn to ease up on the paranoia. Not that she was wrong on the other hand but still, it was none of her business.

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"Draco? What's wrong?" Harry asked as he lay his arm over Draco's shoulders. Draco smiled wetly up at him before he kissed him. Harry kissed back but couldn't help but feel like Draco was saying goodbye. Draco pulled away and handed Harry a small box wrapped in green paper with a gold bow. Harry took it with a smile from his boyfriend.

"Open it later, okay Harry." Draco asked.

Harry glanced up at Draco, "Sure Dray, See you next week?" He asked.

Draco's smile became a bit forced but he nodded before he left.

Harry wondered about Draco's eyes.

He almost looked . . .

Sad.

And scared.

Harry glanced back. Draco what is going on with you that you don't want to tell me?

He looked back down to the gift on his lap. Maybe it had something to do with it?

He carefully opened the gift, pulling the card out to put next to him. He pulled out a small silver box that made soft sloshing noises when he shook it. He picked up the letter.

Harry

I'm sure you've heard of Phoenix Tears and their healing properties. Well I'm sure you haven't ever heard of a Love Bird's magical properties. They are birds known for their silver blood and their tears that are able to cure corruption. I'm sure they will work on the corruption within Voldemort. It will give you a fighting chance.

Be safe Harry.

I Love You.

So sorry.

Draco

Draco? Are you leaving me?

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Harry entered Grimmauld Place, very much not wanting to be there. He wanted to find Draco, who hadn't been answering any of his mail and who had clearly been avoiding him. What Harry couldn't understand was why, why would Draco leave him. What on earth would make Draco say sorry, sorry he was leaving him. Unless someone else forced Draco to leave.

Harry frowned, feeling his temper burn in his stomach as the monster growled at the thought. If he found out anyone he knew dared to force Draco away from him he was going to become mental.

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Luna, who was in the library in Grimmauld Place after Death Eaters had come for her family, shuttered and raised her head, oh dear. Harry was angry and he would be furious when he found out what they had done.

Luna put the book back where she had found it and left the library to owl Dumbledore.

He would be needed here.

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"So Harry, how have you been?" Ron asked. Harry smiled thinly at him and took a seat next to Neville, who smiled in greeting at him. Harry smiled back before he turned to Ron, "Fine, really. Bit down since we left school. But that's understandable, right."

Luna, who stood next to him, winced softly when Ron's next thought entered his head. Oh bugger, here we go.

"Oh, I'd've thought you would be feeling better now that you didn't have Malfoy hanging on you anymore."

Hermione thumped Ron over the head, telling him that that sentence was completely incorrect. Ginny was next to Ron and she was nodding as well.

Harry blinked slowly. What had he just said? "What?"

Ron, who was busy trying to keep Hermione's hand from colliding with his head, looked back at him. "I mean, after we told him to leave you alone, you must be feeling better now right."

"Yeah Harry," Ginny said, "Now you have more time for us."

Harry whispered again, "What?"

"It wasn't that hard to convince him to leave you, honestly." Hermione said, "All we had to say really was that he would get you killed, what with him being a Death Eater junior and all."

Oh bugger went through both Luna and Neville's heads.

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Harry stared at Ron, who was still grinning in triumph. He could feel his famed temper start to burn. The righteous anger from the Potter line and the hotheadedness from his red-headed mother's side burned in his stomach as the monster within him roared.

They!

They were the reason Draco left him!

They were the reason Draco looked so sad!

It's their fault!

He'll kill them!

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It took three teams of Order members to finally get the rabid Harry off of Ron and away from the three.

After Harry was removed it took a professional team of Healers to fix Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Apart from the beating Harry had given Ron, his magic had also been severely drained and almost damaged. Hermione needed treatment for the wounds Harry had given her, all magical. And Ginny, Ginny was probably the worst off. Her magic had been severely damaged with the power Harry had battered her with.

The others in the house all also needed great helpings of chocolate to get both their magic and spirits up. Apparently according to them, Harry seemed to give off the same vibe that a Dementer gave off when Ron told him what they had done.

Harry was locked away in one of the rooms in Grimmauld Place, unable to escape due to the wards Dumbledore had placed on the room.

Dumbledore, who had heard about the story from Neville and Luna, was furious. What Ronald and the rest had done was inexcusable. And to Harry, who was already so damaged.

After he left the kitchen and the still ranting Molly about how Harry would never be allowed near her son again he made his way up to Sirius's room, the one Harry was currently locked in.

When he pushed the door open he almost expected Harry to try to escape and when nothing happened, only then did he hear the sobbing coming from the dark room.

Dumbledore felt his heart sink at the noise. Harry was in so much pain. Dumbledore knew how he felt, it had happened to him once as well and he would never wish it on anyone.

Dumbledore stepped into the room and moved to the dark shape huddled in a corner. When he bent down he was bowled over by the sobbing boy as Harry cried his sorrows away into his mentor's chest. Dumbledore sighed but scooped the boy up, who was now only a boy with a broken heart and not the hero everyone needed, into his arms.

This shouldn't have happened.

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Dumbledore carefully led the depressed boy out of Sirius's room and back down the stairs to the living room. Sirius, who stood by the door, immediately picked the boy up and sat down on one of the chairs with the boy in his arms. Harry just curled up further and ignored everyone else in favor of Sirius. Remus moved closer to the two and wrapped his arms around them.

Luna sat in the corner with Neville's arms around her. She was crying. She couldn't stop crying because of both Harry's emotions battering her and of the knowledge of what was going to happen.

Tonks cocked her head to the side at the sorrow of everyone, "Why don't you just find Draco and tell him what they said was complete bollocks?"

Harry's head snapped up so fast he clipped Remus on the chin. Remus fell backwards in pain but Harry was oblivious to everything but Tonks. Tonks shifted uncomfortably.

"That's a great idea." Harry mumbled before he turned to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood and started ushering everyone into the meeting room.

Clearly a meeting was in order.

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"Now are you sure he is in there, Dobby?" Harry asked the small house elf. Dobby nodded vigorously. He still had a connection to young master Draco so he was sure he was in the house.

"Good." Harry murmured. He turned to Dumbledore nodding. Dumbledore then turned to the house and blew the door open. Harry ran inside and started looking, hearing that he wasn't the only one. Everyone from the order still on Harry's side was looking for the young Malfoy.

Harry ran up to the highest floor and started unlocking doors, just looking for Draco. He had to be here somewhere. It took him a few minutes to recognize Draco's unique magical scent before he made a beeline to the last door in the corridor, the world seeming to fall away around him.

The door opened before him and Harry felt his entire body lighting up when he spotted Draco standing near a bookcase. Draco, who had been looking the other way, stiffened and his arm moved before him. He then turned, clearly ready for a fight when he came face to face with Harry. Panic filled his eyes seconds before the room seemed to light up.

Flames.

The house was on fire.

It was only then that Harry heard the calls of his family, calling for him to come down before everything burnt down. Harry turned back to Draco, wanting to at least get to him, when a sob ripped from his mouth. Draco wasn't standing anymore.

He felt arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him away from the room but Harry only had eyes for the door, flames licking from it.

The image of the door burnt into his memory, stored for all nightmares to come, flames whispering as they curled out from the room, the wallpaper curling away from the fire.

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This will be a two-shot.

I kinda had this idea of Harry losing Draco and breaking all ties to his old friends, the reason for his losing of Draco. After that idea I wrote it down and started fleshing it out and Voila, part one.

I'm already busy with part two and considering I have NOTHING to do, what with it being vacation. I'm going to try to finish it quick.

Have fun.

Peace.

Out.

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