Title: It's All My Fault
Author Name:
Lying In An Angels Arms
Rating:
R/M
Spoilers:
Books 1-6. Written After Half-Blood Prince.
Pairing(s):
Draco/Harry
Summary:
Guilt is a funny thing. It makes the world seem so much...colder. Draco's guilty. Two deaths are on his conscious and the closest thing to a father he has now is hanging between life and death because of him. Guilt is a funny thing, it makes you wish you were dead. Draco's drowning in a sea of coldness and he can't grasp onto something. Can Harry Potter be that something?
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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/Warnings/

Slash! (Harry/Draco. Lucius/Severus)

Depression, Suicidal themes (no suicide depicted), Mild non graphic self harm

strong language, Sexual scenes, mild character deaths.

Chapter Two: Breathing In Your Everything

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Many people believe that Severus is my godfather.

An honest mistake, I assure you.

He's always been so much kinder to me then all the adults I knew, therefore it's only reasonable to think that he has some legal tie with me.

He doesn't.

He's never had one.

He was merely a friend of the family.

Father knew him in Hogwarts, despite Severus being two years behind him in classes. Mother was in the same year as Severus, though they weren't really 'friends'. Mother had her group and Severus preferred being alone, though Mother said she used to see him in the presence of Father a lot.

I tried to get Father to talk about his time in Hogwarts but he always avoided the question, going on to talk about something completely irrelevant.

I asked Severus once, about what Father was like at my age.

"Different. He was different," He said simply, not looking up from graded papers.

Then Severus got this strange glint in his eye and his lips twisted upwards as he remember images I couldn't see. He stayed in his memories for a little while before shaking his head and telling me not to be so nosy.

I didn't ask again.

Not out of politeness but out of respect.

There was something special in those memories Severus had of Father and I didn't want to take that away from him.

Those memories were amongst the only thing I knew of that could make Severus smile.

I liked that smile.

I didn't want it to disappear because of me being "nosy".

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Severus was one of the only people who knew me. I mean really knew me. He knew my obsession for Chocolate Eclairs, despite Mother's whining about how they were going to make me 'fat'.

He knew why I loved flying.

He understood my interest in all things dark and forbidden.

He never made fun of me for my fear of Hagrid, Hogwart's Games keeper.

He knew all about my life, my past and knew what I wanted for my future.

He was closer to me then my Father was, then Mother and much closer then my friends ever dared to be.

Severus was a Slytherin through and through but he was determined that I would never turn out like him.

I wish he hadn't failed.

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Draco played with the black strands of surprisingly clean black hair which was spread out on the pillow before him. He was lying on his stomach, chin resting in one palm, the other hand tangled in his companions hair. He had been awake for a while now and was tired of sleeping. He wanted to to do something but he couldn't.

He had tried to open the door again but without the accidental flare of magic, he wasn't able to. He had paced for a while before getting tired and lying down again.

Draco had tried humming but that soon got on his own nerves. He attempted wandless healing on his arm where a large scratch was but that took too much out of him, magically and physically

"Salzaar's balls," Draco muttered, dropping his face from his chin and allowing it to slam into the mattress. It hurt his nose but he didn't care. The rest of his words were muffled by the sheets, "I am so bored." He turned his head to the side so it faced Sleeping Severus. "Severus," he hissed. "Wake up and amuse me."

Severus said nothing.

"Fine," Draco said petulantly, sitting up. "I'll amuse you." He tapped his chin, trying to think of something amusing to say to the sleeping man. Hopefully a good joke would wake him up.

"I got it!" He announced, grinning. He was fairly sure being locked in the same room for so long was making him crazy. He really needed to get out before he went completely nuts. "A wizard, a squib and a unicorn walk into an appocrathry-"

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Arthur Weasley sat at the kitchen table, sipping a tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Nearby, his wife Molly busied herself making pumpkin scones and liquorice snap cakes.

"Another article, dear," Arthur said with a heavy sigh as he laid the paper down. He pointed a thin finger at the section which read "HARRY POTTER: HERO OR MURDERER?"

Molly glanced over and sighed. "Another one? Really, that is just..crazy! Harry wouldn't hurt a fly." She tsked and shook her head. "Best put it away, love." She waved a hand towards the bin. "They will be here soon and we don't want them upset."

"Right," Arthur stood and with a satisfying thud, threw the paper into the nearby bin. He was tempted to set it alight.

"Would you go check on them while I finish the scones?" Molly asked, clear distaste in her voice as she motioned to the above floor. Arthur did not need to ask who his wife was talking about. There was only few that she spoke about with such bold dislike and only two were in the above floor.

"Of course," Arthur said. He walked over and pressed a kiss to Molly's cheek, grabbing a liquorice snap cake while she was distracting and hurrying from the kitchen. Her disgruntled and amused threats followed him out but she made no move to follow him to retrieve the treat.

Arthur chuckled, biting into the sweet cake with relish as he took the stairs two at a time. Reaching the upper landing, he turned and walked up another set of stairs and then another. He reached the fourth floor where their company was. Arthur finished of the cake, brushing the crumbs off his shirt and hands. He unlocked the door, wincing when he heard the quiet murmuring inside the room fall quiet.

"W-Who's there?" The young Malfoy heir demanded. Arthur heard a faint wobble in the boys brave tone. Arthur did not respond thought, fearing his name would cause more distress then a unknown person would. He pushed open the door, forgetting that the hallway light was on. The light from the hall shined into the room and blinded the pale boy. Malfoy covered his eyes with a cry of pain trying to block the vivid light.

"Sorry!" Arthur was immediately contrite. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, letting the room plunge into darkness again. He waited for his eyes to adjust and was instantly locked into a staring contest with the young Malfoy. Silver eyes locked with blue and Arthur winced faintly, waiting for the ball to drop (figuratively speaking, of course).

Malfoy opened his mouth and Arthur prepared himself for screaming cusses that he was sure would follow as the boy discovered his identity. "W-Who are you?" The boy merely repeated, making Arthur gape.

Of course! Arthur scolded himself, examining the determined boy. He has been in the darkness for so long, his eyes can't adjust to the hair color yet. I should have thought of that earlier. Should I tell him who I am? Arthur wondered. Or is it better to leave it be for a while. No, Arthur locked eyes with the boy again. That would be cruel. He deserves to know where he is at least!

"Arthur Weasley," He announced without pausing to allow any more hesitation on his part.

The Malfoy heir froze in his sitting position. Arthur was stunned to see the boy inch backwards, shielding Snape with his body, as if he was afraid Arthur would attack. Maybe he is afraid I'll attack, He thought. After all, he didn't get all those injuries playing Quiddich.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy snarled, crossing his arms over his chest and wincing as he brushed a cut on his chest.

Here in this house or here in this room? "I live here." Arthur decided it was most likely the former.

"Y-You live here?"

Arthur couldn't see it but he was sure the boy had paled. "Yes."

"I-I'm in your house?" Malfoy, wounded or not, managed to make it sound like Arthur had just told him the bed he was sleeping on was in fact animal dung. Arthur winced.

"Yes. My wife and I found you on our property," Arthur supplied, trying to be helpful. There was most likely a lot of blanks in the boys memory that would need to be filled.

"Get out."

"What?" Arthur gaped. He had prepared himself for curses, screaming or even an attack. This was unexpected. Cold, detached, almost unfeeling words. It reminded him far too much of Malfoy Senor.

"Get out!" The Malfoy heir repeated, this time with more feeling. The boy desperately searched for something to throw. He grabbed a pillow, ironically the one Arthur had spelled for him the night before, and threw it towards the man by the door. "GET OUT!"

Arthur didn't move, even though the pillow hit him in the chest. The throw was not a hard through, in fact it was quite weak. It proved the boy, though he was active, still had a long recovery in front of him.

"Calm do-" Arthur attempted to soothe.

"No! Get out! Get out! Now!"

"Calm d-"

"OUT!"

Arthur saw the boy's chest heaving and did the only thing he could think of to calm the boy. Arthur lifted his wand from his waistband and aimed. A quick sleeping charm was whispered and the father of seven watched the young man crumble onto the mattress.

Arthur sighed and stepped forward. With carefulness that spoke of experience with this sort of thing, he arranged the boy from his previous awkward position into one that would not give him any stiff joints when he woke.

"I told you to calm down," Arthur muttered to excuse his actions. "You should have listened." He draped a blanket across the boy and, after glancing over Snape, turned and left. On his way out, he cast a mild lighting charm that made the room somewhat brighter but not enough to hurt their eyes. He would have to slowly condition the boys eyes to light again or he would slowly fall blind.

Poor bugger, Arthur mused as he gently closed, but did not lock, the door.

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Arthur heard the dig of the apparation wards being broken as he jogged down the last flight of stairs and reached the bottom floor.

"I'll get it, love!" Arthur called out to Molly. He hurried to the front door and pulled it open just as Remus Lupin had raised his hand to knock.

"Remus!" Arthur greeted happily, "Come in! Ah and the three 'M's." That earned him a glare from Moody, Minerva McGonagall and Mundungus Fletcher, or as Arthur called them, the three 'M's.

"Really, Arthur," Minerva scolded as she stepped passed. She shed her cloak and handed it to the shabby redhead. "I do not wish to be grouped together, especially not with that." She waved a dismissive hand towards Mundungus, often called Dung. A name which suited him far better than his given.

Dung snorted. "Like I want to be group together with an old bag like you." Dung paused, wincing after realising that he had just insulted a very powerful witch.

Minerva's face contorted in rage."Why, You-"

"Hmmmm, yum! Arthur, is that your wife's delightful liquorice snap cakes I smell?" Remus exclaimed loudly, interrupting Minerva's coming tirade.

"Yes it is," Arthur said, grateful for the disruption.

"Oooh, Yum!" Dung moaned and hurried off to the kitchen before Minerva realised her prey was escaping.

"Along with Tea and Scones, I see," Moody added, his glass eye swirling in his socket as he glanced through the walls.

"Hmph," Minerva crossed her arms, in a huff. "I do hope the tea is still warm." She bustled off, intent on finishing what she had started with Dung and, hopefully, transfiguring him into something easily squishable.

"Thank you, you two," Arthur said to Remus and Moody, who were both grinning. A blowup was imminent but at least it had been staved off until after snacks.

"No problem, Arthur m'boy!" Moody slapped Arthur on the back. "Now I'm off to grab a snap cake before Dung finishes 'em all off." The man hurriedly limped away.

"How are you, Remus?" Arthur asked once the man was out of earshot. The werewolf was pale and the lines on his face seemed all the more prominent. Arthur helped the werewolf take of his cloak and hung it nearby on a cloak-hook.

"As good as one can be at a time like this," Remus clasped a friendly hand on Arthurs thin shoulder. "Come, lets get some tea and get this all over with so we may rest easier."

"I don't think we will rest easier until this war is over my friend," Arthur announced sadly but set off with his friend into the kitchen.

"Oh, Remus dear!" Molly clucked, dragging him into a forceful embrace. Arthur winced slightly, sure he was not imaging the cracking sound that Remus's spine gave under the froce of the hug.

"Hello Molly," Remus smiled. "Any tea left?"

"Of course, of course! Sit down, both of you, I'll dish you out some scones." Molly motioned them to two of the remaining seats and began to place some scones on individual plates for the two.

Under Molly TLC (Tender Love and Care) everyone began relaxing and even Minerva and Dung managed a somewhat polite conversation.

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"Aunt Petunia?" Harry called out as he walked down the stairs.

"What is it, boy?" His aunt yelled back from the nearby kitchen. Harry hurried into the room. Petunia was sitting at the table, sipping tea.

"I've done all my chores," Harry said. "I'm going to go for a walk."

"Where to, boy?" Petunia's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she examined him. He wore another pair of baggy jeans and a baggy red shirt that she had given Dudley the previous christmas.

"Just around the block," He responded quietly.

"Hmph," Petunia huffed, standing up. "Fine but be back before your uncle gets home or there will be hell to pay."

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia," Harry said, forcing a nice-tone into his voice. After all, she could have refused to let him out of the house.

"Don't give me that sass, boy. Just get out of my house and take this just with you." Something was thrust into Harry's hand and he quickly turned his palm upwards. A necklace, a pretty silver locket on a thin chain rested there.

"What is this?" Harry gasped in disbelief. He had never received such a nice looking present before and certainly not from his aunt.

"Don't look like that, you stupid boy," Petunia snapped. "It was your filthy mothers. I don't want it hanging around any more. I attempt to pawn it off years ago but no one wants the bleeding thing. You keep it with you, you hear me? At least that way it won't be in my care any more."

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia!" Harry became the most animated he had been since returning home. He grinned at his aunt who gave a sour expression back.

"What did I tell you? Don't thank me! I just don't want it in my house an ymore. Just like I don't want you in my house any more. Go for your bleedin' walk and leave me in peace."

Harry hurriedly did what she said and practically ran from the house. He ran for a street or two before slowing to a walk. He opened his palm again and examined the pendant. It was a simple oval of silver, with a pretty floral pattern on the front. Harry awkwardly opened it and was surprised to see the smiling, still, face of his mother staring back at him. Lily Evans looked to be in her teenages years, probably no older sixteen and was smiling at him through the muggle photo. He felt tears gather in his eyes and stubbornly wiped them away. Harry stared at the photo as he walked.

Thank you Aunt Petunia, He couldn't help but think. I had a part of my father, his invisibility cloak and his map. All I ever got of my Mother was her eyes. Thank you for giving me something to hold on to of hers. Harry grinned at the picture of his mother.

After a while, he gently closed it. He had made his way, without noticing, to the nearby park. He found a bench and sat down on. He traced the floral pattern on the front and touched the pink stones which made the flowers with care.

Harry turned the pendant over and was surprised to see writing engraved on the back.

"I will love you forever, my sister."

Did Aunt Petunia give this to Mum? She'd have to! Otherwise, why else would she have it? or want me to have it, for that matter. Harry gave a small smile and gently unclasped it. He lifted it up and put it around his own neck. The weight of the pendant was comforting against his breast bone. It sat just where his heart beat loudest.

I can feel mum, Harry realised with a start. He tucked the pendant inside his shirt and placed a hand over it. It was crazy but he could have sworn he'd seen it glow as it touched his skin.

I love you too mum, Harry thought with a faint smile as he stared at the silver chain which disappeared into the neck of his shirt.

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"What are we going to do?" Molly whispered quietly. "We can't take the children back to Grimauld Place, not with the barrier broken and our defence charms aren't strong enough here."

"Hogwarts?" Remus suggested.

"No. With Albus d-d-gone," Minerva could not bring herself to say dead, "With him gone and no other headmaster named, the wards are halved in strengths. The only thing that keeps the building standing is ancient magic but even that will fade."

"What about if we made new wards at Grimauld place? Name a new secret keeper?" Arthur said.

"Too much energy will go into it. We need a strong witch or wizard to be secret keeper and we can't spare any with the war coming up so soon," Moody announced gruffly.

"We've got to do something!" Molly exclaimed tearfully. "I want my babies back. Fleur's family can't keep them forever! And what about Harry? He must be so lonely without his friends and after witnessing what happened."

"I know, love." Arthur wrapped an arm around his wife's heaving shoulders comforting. She was bravely fighting back her distress but it was a downhill battle. "We'll think of something."

"See," Dung said loudly, munching on a liquorice snap cake, "you're all thinkin' of this as too serious-like. Get Potter 'ere and then you all do wards to protect 'ere. That way none of ya are too exhausted and the wards will keep strong if, you know, one of you croaks it."

Everyone paused, exchanged looks and then stared at Dung in disbelief.

"You're a genius," Minerva said, as if announcing she was about to dance naked in the streets with only a feather duster.

Dung just grinned and shoved a whole snack cake into his mouth, chewing messily.

Moody winced."What a waste of genius," he muttered and the others nodded with faint disgust.

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"Dear, while we're setting up, why not go check on the...erm...guests?" Molly suggested to her husband awkwardly.

"Yes, you should Arthur. The ferret's awake and quite distressed I believe," Moody added, swivelling his eye back to stare at the male Weasley.

"Ah, I didn't think my sleeping charm would last very long. All right, I'll just be a moment." Arthur nodded and hurried towards the stairs. He took them two at a time, once again, and in no time he was in front of the doorway into the bedroom.

Arthur turned the knob and peeked inside. The light was fading outside, so the hall was not bright. The lightening charm placed inside the room made it easier to see and his eyes adjusted quicker.

"Who's there?" There was no wobble in the Malfoy heir's voice this time. It was strong and cold. Arthur hid a shiver.

"Arthur Weasley," he said, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him. Malfoy was sitting on the bed beside Snape's hip, his arms crossed and his legs crossed, facing the door. He looked quite formidable and Arthur would have been reaching for his wand had he not remember the blond teen was wandless and therefore, no real threat.

"Liar," Malfoy snarled, startling Arthur.

"What?" The elder Weasley stuttered. "Well, see here-"

"You liar," Malfoy repeated, cutting over the man again without real care. "Arthur Weasley would never take us in. You're lying. Who are you? Tell me who you really are!" The boy was looking, if possible, even more distressed. Arthur unconsciously placed his hand by his wand hilt, incase another sleeping charm was necessary.

"Arthur Weasley," he repeated soothingly.

"You're lying!" Malfoy flung himself off of the bed, to attack Arthur physically. Immediately, Arthur cried out a sleep charm and watched as the boy crumbled in mid air, falling to the floor with a solid thud half way to him. Arthur hurried over to the awkwardly unconscious form. He knelt next to the boy and began to carefully sort out the mix of limbs until he was lying on his back, his arms at his side and legs stretched out.

Arthur could hear hurried thudding just before the door to the room was flung open and Remus, Minerva and Molly stood there, their wands posed. Following behind at a slower pace was Moody, slowed by his wooden leg, and Dung, a general coward.

"What's going on? Moody said Mr. Malfoy attacked you?" Remus demanded before spotting the sleeping form.

"He did but I charmed him. Here, Remus, be a good friend and help me put him back on the bed. I don't think he needs more spells cast on him in this state." Arthur motioned for Remus to grab the blonds arms while he grabbed the teens legs. Remus nodded and placed his wand back into its pocket. He grabbed the boys hands and, with Arthurs help, they lifted Malfoy bodily onto the bed.

"Why did he attack?" Minerva queried, putting away her wand as well.

"He seemed to believe I was lying about my identity. I think someone abused Polyjuice potion while torturing him," Arthur explained, draping the nearby blanket of the teens sleeping form.

"Hmph, that does sound like something those rotten death eaters would do," Moody said gruffly.

"What a horrible thought," Minerva muttered, glaring at the two even as she sympathised with them.

"Yes, now let us leave them to rest. We have wards to set up, right?" Arthur clapped his hands and ushered them out of the room, risking only a cursory backwards glance to check on the sleeping duo as he closed the door behind him.

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"Mum!"

"Mummy!"

"Ma!"

"Mizzuz Wheezy!"

"Mother!"

The Weasley children, and Fleur, happily greeted the plump figure of Molly Weasley. Molly embraced them all tightly, pressing kisses to each of their cheeks. She even embraced Fleur despite the fact she normally disliked her.

"I feel quite unloved," Arthur added from behind his wife, with a grin. He stepped out and was immediately tackled in a hug by Ginny. His hand was shaken by Bill and Charlie, who had come over from Romania to protect his siblings in the war. Ron, Fred and George all hugged him too but theirs was somewhat awkward. As if they were too old to hug their father.

"Come on, the portkey is ready," Arthur said after he finished embracing his sons. Ginny was back in Molly's arms for a second hug, revealing just how much she'd miss having a (sane) female influence around.

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Author's Note: Six pages! Not long but until things start happening, it's as long as they get xD

Next chapter, something finally happens!! Wooo!

: Snorts : Wow, Draco spent most of this chapter asleep. XD Lazy-lazy boy.

Oh and, I'm sorry. I really am trying not to fall into the "ZOMG Harry is so fickin' dumb and obtuse" cliché but face it, the boy is a little slow xD

Thank you for Ali-Chan et Vani-Chan for reviewing again! Sorry it was short, they'll get longer, promise! You're the reason this chapter got out so quick xD You made me want to write more.

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Okay, 'nuf procrastination. 'tis time for my classes Dx

Review! Make me happy : Grins :

-Liaa