Body Disclaimer: as always, these are not my characters, they belong to another, J.K. Rowling. the plot is mine, however

Warning: this is slash. although there isn't any gratuitous sex, it still involves guys digging guys. you have been warned.

Pairing: HP/DM and sort of RL/SB

Note: here is the sequel to Strange Kind of Love. this is also named after the Peter Murphy song of the same name, and you will see why... eventually.

Indigo Eyes

Draco had insisted that he would be all right to go home for the summer holiday. I secretly doubted this very much, but I wasn't about to sound as though I didn't have faith in him. Faith in him was not so much my problem as was my faith in his situation. That Lucius would forego punishing his son at all over the next two months was impossible for me to believe. However, he had been adamant in going on as though nothing had changed. So be it.

As I watched him walk away from the station, I had the vague feeling that that was the last time I was going to see him. Ever. He was just so perfect with the way that he held his head up, despite the urge that I know he had to stare at the ground whenever Lucius was about. The small smile he had given me behind his father's back was slightly reassuring. But only in that moment. He was gone all too soon in Lucius's sleek, black car. Funny how beautiful people are on their way out the door. If there was one image that I was sure I would never forget of Draco, it was his smile as he walked away.

"Ready?" Uncle Vernon was there waiting for me. The reality of all the things that had come to pass over the last year suddenly seemed very distant and hard to grasp. In the instant that the Dursleys showed up all my dreams had been dashed. There were the Weasleys! (Ron and Hermione and I had all made up. I had explained the situation the best I could while still leaving out the vast majority of the details and even a few main events.)

"Be right back." I said my good-byes to the whole family, then Hermione before I turned to face the beet red face of Uncle Vernon. Of course, I knew it would infuriate him to see me with all the freaks like me and see me happy. That is partly why I dragged it out so far.

"Go. Now." Uncle Vernon left little room for conversation. Dudley gave a small shriek upon my arrival inside the vehicle. Aunt Petunia said nothing, as usual. As I sank into the back seat, the reality of what I was going to have to live through the next two months sunk in. Hard.

Returning to Privet Drive always made my heart sink, and this was no exception. Uncle Vernon unceremoniously dropped my trunk on the sidewalk, scattering my books and quills. The Dursleys went inside as I cleaned up the mess. I was through not long after and I turned to grab the trunk from the other side when...

"Dobby! What are you doing here?" He was the last person... elf... person I had expected to see.

"Hello, Harry Potter, Sir. Dobby is grateful to see you out of Hogwarts." He was making inane chatter. There was a purpose behind this visit.

"What's the matter, Dobby?" I asked, trying not to sound too curious.

"Mmm... Dobby is wanting to tell you about his former masters, Harry Potter, Sir." At any moment I was afraid he was going to start punishing himself. Of course, the way he was jumping about did nothing to quell my fear. He always reacted this way when he talked about his former masters, the Malfoys.

"Really? Why, what's the matter?" I was becoming increasingly concerned. Draco was there. Perhaps Dobby knew about Draco's childhood. Or his lack thereof.

"Dobby knows that Harry's dragon is there. And he knows what is going to happen to him," he said, obviously fighting the urge to smash his face against my trunk. Now I was starting to panic.

"What about Draco? Is he all right?"

"For now. Dobby is wanting to tell Harry, Sir, that his former master is knowing about you and your dragon."

Wait a minute. How the hell could he know about Draco? He was working at Hogwarts for a Galleon a week. He hadn't stepped foot on Malfoy soil since he was freed. At least to my knowledge. "How do you know this?"

Dobby was becoming increasingly agitated. "I is sneaking in to check on my flower and her dragon. She is telling me that he knew. Harry Potter, Sir, your dragon is in much danger. He is not knowing it, but it is surely true."

No. No. Draco was fine. He was safe. How could Lucius know about us? How could he know anything? 'He is talking to his flower?' Narcissa. Of course. How could I be so stupid? "How does Lucius know about Draco and me?"

At this point he slammed his head into my trunk. He quickly recovered himself. "Sorry, Sir, I is still having some adjustment problems." I nodded for him to continue. "That I is not quite sure of. Dobby's flower made mention of you and your dragon. She is knowing, but how I is not quite sure. He is hurting your dragon for what he and Harry Potter did, Sir," he gasped. He stood there like debating whether or not to smash his head up again.

"Where is Lucius now?" I asked. I kind of doubted that he would tell me, but it was worth a shot.

"He is not home, Sir." That was all he said. I would assume that his years of service with the Malfoys had led him to have some secrets he would keep indefinitely. Conditioned behaviour definitely seemed to surround the Malfoy way of life. I was getting far deeper into this than I wanted to be. I didn't want to know that Draco was in trouble. I wanted him to be safe. Why couldn't just one bloody thing in my entire life go well?

I started at the slamming of the door and the crack of a whip that was Dobby's hasty exit. Turning around, I was watching Dudley approach, slightly waddling. His legs didn't seem too keen on holding up his great weight.

"Who were you talking to, Harry?" he taunted. *Sigh* This really wasn't the time for Dudley to play with me.

"I was talking to a professor from HOGWARTS, who also happens to be a werewolf. He was one of my father's best friends, you know. He's on a mission to make sure nothing happens to me over the summer. You might want to watch your step," I said airily and he turned and fled, screaming for Mummy.

This tale I told Dudley wasn't entirely untrue. I had talked to Profes- Remus before I had gone home. He was kind of watching out for me. He had rented a flat just a few blocks down with his great black dog. *Giggle* There are always things about magick that still never cease to amaze me. It struck me as quite amusing to think that the great black dog down the street was my godfather. He was a wanted criminal in both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds. Unfortunately, Wormtail had been conveniently absent when Voldemort chose to make himself known. The Death Eaters said nothing, in their traditional style. But Remus had also rented the flat to be anonymous for a while. He was secluding himself more and more since he left his post as Defense Against the Dark Arts three years ago. I was hoping that seeing him more might bring him out of his funk. Sirius seemed to be thinking along the same lines I was, as it was at his suggestion that Remus agreed to move just down the street.

I grabbed my trunk and hauled it up to my room. Not before being reprimanded by Aunt Petunia, of course, for threatening her precious Diddy Dums. Spoiled prat. That one cost me an evening of housework, which wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected. Assuming that Dudley told her what I really said, she was probably a little apprehensive about being excessive. It kind of makes me sad to think that the only way I could get even an ounce of respect in that house was to use threats. *Sigh* So be it.

Dinner started out as quite ordinary. Dudley was complaining about his meager portions. (That diet his doctor had enforced two years back was back on again.) Uncle Vernon talked about his drill company. Aunt Petunia was going on about the neighbours and their problems with the daughter. I was sitting there being treated as though I were not. Ordinary didn't last long, unfortunately.

About half way through, Draco's eagle owl soared through the open window and perched on the back of my chair. It dropped an envelope in my lap and took off again. Before I could open it, Uncle Vernon snatched it from me.

"What are you doing?" I asked. It had been a while since he had taken my mail from me like that.

"I know this is from that crackpot you call a teacher who's supposed to be watching you." What the hell was his point? Even if it were from Remus or Sirius, why would he be interested? "I will have no more of these freaks about." Of course. He was interested because he wanted to make me miserable. How stupid of me to have forgotten.

He opened the envelope. His eyes widened in shock. All he did was look up at me, his face a disgusting shade of purple. He thrust the letter at me saying, "So that's the way you are is it?"

I read the letter. It was relatively short and appeared to have been written hastily.

He knows. I love you, don't ever forget about me. I'm sorry. I love you.

Draco

"Who is Draco?" Uncle Vernon asked.

No. This wasn't happening. This wasn't the last letter from Draco, it just couldn't be. I started laughing. No. Uncle Vernon wasn't finding out that I'm gay. This just wasn't happening. It just wasn't.

"How dare you!" he screamed.

"How dare I what? Fall in love?" I was laughing beyond control. It was that, or fall down sobbing.

"With a BOY?" Now Aunt Petunia and Dudley were horrified.

"The hottest boy in Britain, Sir. Even you would find him yummy." Boundaries were crossed. There was no hope in going back now. I fucked myself good and proper. And still I laughed.

At this point, all they could do was stare. The freak of the family was a nancy boy as well. After a few more moments watching me, Uncle Vernon seemed to come to himself. He grabbed me by my collar and dragged me to the door. With a fierce shove, he forced me out the door. I sat on the walk, bleeding from my palms and laughing hysterically. I was definitely hysterical by now. A few moments later my trunk and Hedwig were next to me. Hedwig's frightened screeching brought me back to Earth. I righted her and she mellowed.

It would seem that my self control had all but escaped me. My mind was blissfully blank. All I could do was start dragging my trunk down the street. Number Four was the last place I wanted to be, though I did not think that in a coherent way. Next thing I knew I was standing outside a flat building, pushing the buzzer for 18A.

"Yes?" came the voice.

"Remus? It's Harry," was all I could say. I was praying that I had the right number. I was praying that he would let me in. I was praying that it was going to be all right. The buzzer sounded and the door opened. I heaved my trunk and Hedwig into the small lobby. Going as though by some alien force, I made my way to 18A. Remus was at the door waiting for me. He ushered me inside and quickly shut the door.

As soon as I was inside, I collapsed, sobbing hysterically. The weight of all the things that had happened in the last half hour finally hit me. I had been thrown out of the Dursley's house for being homosexual. That being because my boyfriend had written me what was probably the last letter he would ever write again. After all the time I had helped Draco to overcome his father's abuse... It was all dashed to pieces in seconds. Sirius was there. He pulled me up and half carried, half dragged me over to a chair.

"Harry, what is going on? Are you okay?" he asked. All I could do was hand him Draco's letter which I had been clutching in a death-grip since Uncle Vernon handed it to me. He read it and passed it to Remus. I had to get myself under control. Things had to be explained.

"Sirius..." and I broke into tears again. He pulled me close to him and comforted me like a father would. I was sort of expecting him to be repulsed and pissed off. He held me until I calmed down. When my breathing had returned to normal, I sat back.

"Who is 'He'?" Remus asked. "And what does this all mean?" he said, gesturing at the parchment in his hand.

"'He' is Lucius Malfoy. And what it means is that he is going to do something horrible to Draco."

He seemed to give this some thought. "And you love this boy?" There was a tinge of disapproval in his voice. Sirius was glaring knives at him.

"Yes. I do." We stared at each other for a moment. He just nodded and gave the letter back to me.

"Then I suppose something must be done for him." He strode over and sat at his desk. After pulling out a sheet of parchment and a quill he began to write. Sirius and I sat on the floor, silently staring at Remus. A few minutes later, he let Hedwig out and tied the letter to her leg. She seemed to know that this was important because she didn't give Remus any hell about being a stranger. She took off through the window. Remus stood watching her for a moment before joining us on the floor.

"What did you say?" I asked.

Remus sighed and cleared his throat. "I have told Dumbledore that he might be very interested in finding Draco Malfoy before too much time has passed. There is nothing more that we can do at the moment, so just relax. Now, what are you doing here with your trunk and your owl?" There was no malice in his tone, he was just confused.

"The Dursleys threw me out," I said.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with this Draco, would it?" he asked very gently.

"Actually..." and I broke into tears again. Again Sirius comforted me and again Remus was sitting at the desk writing. He tied that letter to his own owl, who looked about as ragged as everything else Remus owned. It flew away and again he joined us on the floor.

"Harry, just calm down. Everything will turn out all right, I promise." So much compassion emanating from him.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I'm sorry, Harry. But you just have to have a little faith," he said.

*****

I'm a little unsure about how I did Dobby. I was kind of making his speech up as I went as I had no reference material handy. I'm sorry if he came off as... cheesy. Let me know.

And I would like to thank specifically I-chan Hakubi-Kobayashi, Allie Potter, Shadow Maxwell-Yuy, GSKrissy, Prongs, and Lynn: here is your sequel. I hope you like it. And also thank you to Prongs and Rubicon, being a fav has given me hope. For those that I have not mentioned by name, please do not be offended, I love you as equally and I do hope you come back for more. And PLEASE review. Cheers!