A/N: This should be called 'Chapter of no real Significance, seeing as I'm not sure if anything should actually be happening. I guess this is more of a talking one that anything happening. Sorry, but there always has to be one otherwise no story would make sense. Warning...MAJOR fluff, mentions of abuse,
Listen to Concrete Angel for the abuse scene
Dedicated to Xiahou Ayumi for the...unusual review, not just in this fanfic, but also in Sorcery Across the Ages, where she has revealed her Harry eye fetish.
"Zabini."
"Weasel."
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Hermione cried, "I thought we called a truce!"
"And?"
"Yes, but they aren't awake yet," Ron pointed out, "So-"
"Don't test me Ron."
"What's going on here?" Remus yawned. Lily flanked behind him, not wanting to be the one with the job of waking Padfoot up.
"Nothing of importance," Pansy interrupted, "Where's James and Sirius?"
"Sirius isn't a morning person and whoever had to wake him up is very unfortunate. So we left James to it." Lily answered.
Pansy walked over to Harry's and Draco's door and knocked.
"I'm getting up Aunt Petunia."
"Coming Father."
"They don't realise that they're at Hogwarts do they?" Ron asked
"Habit." Pansy said.
Little Harry and Little Draco slowly walked out of the room, glancing at their surroundings. They caught sight of all the adults watching and edged closer to each other.
"Who are you?" Harry asked finally, looking at Lily, "You look like someone out of my dreams."
"That's something we would all like to know 'Ry." Ron asked.
"Wait for James and Sirius to get up first," Lily replied, "Then we'll explain everything."
"No I won't do ballet, you Blasted-End Skrewt!"
"Oh for the love of Merlin's left testicle, put some goddamn clothes on!" James yelled
Remus sighed, "Sirius' up."
Sirius was having the best dream. He was lying down on a large comfortable bed of ruby red covers and gold pillows. Grinning at his surroundings, he glanced up and saw the room full of smiling beautiful witches. "Well," he drawled, "Let me introduce myself. Sirius Orion Black, at your service young ladies."
The women just smiled seductively and moved closer. Arching an eyebrow, Sirius took hold of one of the closer ones and pulled her close to him. Just as he was thinking about all the naughty things he was about to do, the woman morphed and turned into a Blasted End Skrewt.
And somehow Sirius decided that the beast had a yearning to see the Animagus do ballet.
James, on the other hand, was rudely woken up by his best friend. Ballet? Blasted End Skrewts? What the hell is going on here? Groaning, he turned to his (naked) friend and stormed out of the room. Waiting in the room was a lone red haired woman. Lily looked him over, "Merlin, what happened to you?"
"That idiot for a best friend happened." James grumbled, "Hiya Harry, Draco."
"Good morning Sir." Draco said automatically. James stared.
The look that Harry gave him was just heart breaking, "Dad? Are you real?"
"Yes Harry, I'm real, and so is your mother. I'm sorry that we haven't met, properly, but I want to get to know you."
"But you're not real. Y-you're dead, Uncle Vernon said you died in a car crash, w-with a green light..."
"No," Lily said, not bothering to hide her confusion, "we're real, and you're safe. None of us is dead...right?" she looked at James who shrugged. Draco gasped softly, "Harry?" he asked, "What do you know of a prophecy?"
James and Lily lay down on the floor with their son and his friend. None of this was making any sense. Harry looked at Draco in confusion, "I don't know a prophecy," he mumbled. "I'm sorry," he added as an afterthought, not that'll do any good. It never did any good. "You're not going to hit me are you? I'm sorry, I really am, Uncle Vernon already hit me this morning."
Instead of hitting him, Draco gave Harry a hug and they sat together. "Have you heard of Avada Kedavra?"
That was two things that Harry didn't know that morning. This was going to be painful.
"The Killing Curse..." James whispered, "What does that have to do with Harry?"
"Aunt Petunia said that she'll kill me if I ruin anything for Dudley," Harry piped up, "is that the Avada Kedavra thing?" James rounded on Lily, "your sister, your sister threatened our son!"
"I swear I had no idea!" Lily pleaded with her hands up
"Harry," James said softly, "Why don't you tell us what happened?"
(Flashback)
Harry's black hair shone brightly in the hot sun, he looked like a dark angel, with his pale skin and vibrant green eyes. Not that he cared of course. Right now his only worry was the dirty weeds that were poisoning Aunt Petunia's gardens. The thorns pierced his skin as he worked in the hot sun. "I dreamt of them again Draco," he whispered to no one in particular, "my parents. I wonder why they left. Maybe it was because I'm a freak, like Uncle Vernon told me." It broke his heart to say those words, because deep down, he prayed that it wasn't true.
"You know, Draco, sometimes I wonder where I'll go in the future. Maybe somewhere far, well far away from here is all I need." Finishing his chores, he trekked inside, maybe this time he'll be able to get some food.
"Boy!"
Harry turned and walked towards his Uncle's way of greeting him. "Uncle Vernon," he said formally. There was no casual behaviour with the Dursley's, he wasn't allowed. "I heard you," the large man said angrily, "You've been talking to that Draco again. You know; what if one day, Draco isn't there? Maybe someone will teach him a lesson. That'll tell him what happens when he talks to freaks like you."
Vernon rounded on Harry and raised his fist before punching the 11 year old cruelly. The young wizard cried and begged him to stop, but the large man just laughed and continued. Now he moved onto kicking Harry in his stomach, and the raven haired boy swore he heard a few bones break. Limp, he fell to the floor just as Aunt Petunia caught sight of his filthy form on her clean floor.
"Get off my floor you freak!" Harry hastened to obey, even though his bones screamed in protest, "And if I ever see you touch it again," she warned, "you'll meet the same end as those pathetic parents of yours, especially my freakish sister and that Potter boy!"
Uncle Vernon chose that moment to pick the injured boy by the scruff of his neck and throw him into the cupboard under the stairs, "Let's see your Draco get to you now!"
Harry waited for the sound of his Uncle's footsteps go fade away before sobbing, "I'm sorry Draco, I have to leave you, I don't want you to get hurt. I just wish you could be here, but you wouldn't want to anyway."
The green eyed boy wiped the tears forming in his saddened eyes, "I'm just a freak aren't I?"
Lily wiped tears from her face. She couldn't believe that her own sister would do such a thing. She suspected that her sister didn't have the kindest feelings for her after the whole Severus thing, but this was taking it too far.
"James," she turned to him, "I want Voldemort to kill my sister. Can you pose as a Death Eater and pretend to capture me?"
"Lils, you're going insane. Why the hell would I need to do that?"
"A private audience with the Dark Lord is so difficult to get these days," she said absent-mindedly. Draco was just staring at her and comforting a crying Harry.
James closed his eyes and unconsciously ruffled Harry's and Draco's hair, it seemed that Draco was his son's own guardian angel or something. Although he was displeased that it was a Malfoy, seeing Draco's behaviour around Harry confirmed his beliefs that he was the best there was.
He strained his mind to think of something equally or more stupid to bring Lily back to the world of the living, but all he could picture were Blast End Skrewts in tutus doing ballet. Cursing Sirius, he pulled the two boys to their feet and left the quietly muttering Lily to find Remus, hopefully he would know what to do with the deranged woman. 'Maybe she's just having her time of the month, let's hope that Remus isn't having his...' James thought.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I've just walked into a writer's block
GRR
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