Broken Strings

by DZ2

Abandoned by more than just the wizarding world, Harry chooses to embrace a side of him that he never knew existed with a guardian he never expected. However, as he learns more about his power, he finds himself wanting protections, comfort and companionship…from a certain grey-eyed Slytherin. Harry/Draco;

4. Where I Belong

Broken Strings

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters; all copyright belongs to JK Rowling; I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter;

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this story to StormyFireDragon as it is his works that prove to me that such writings don't always have to be graphic; I don't have a specific story to recommend, so I'll just say this: go and read them all.

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"And I will help you, Harry," Draco told him, slightly stunned at the level of rage within the Gryffindor, "I'll get the others to help as well: from now on, you'll be safe with us, with Slytherins and I don't give a shit what anyone says about that, not even Severus. This order and advice comes from the top and, like it or not, Severus serves him as much as we will one day. You didn't have to offer me your hand, but you did and I thank you for trusting me: so yes, Harry, I will help you and, no matter what, and I hope he's listening, but no matter what, I'll stand with you: me: I'll be on your side, Harry."

"Thanks Draco," Harry sighed, heaving a deep breath before he put his hand on his heart as he added, "Do you know what? That actually felt good to let all that emotion go like that: sorry that you had to be my vent."

"What are friends for?" asked Draco, both boys laughing while Draco then added, "You know? You actually look good and comfortable sat in that throne like that."

"The strange thing is," Harry added, laughing to himself as he looked to Draco with his best Voldemort-glare impersonation, "I am."

Chapter 3: Where I Belong

To say that the Slytherins were surprised when they saw Harry Potter willingly walk into their dorm would be an understatement: in fact, if it wasn't for the fact that they also saw him laughing and talking with none other than the Ice Prince, Draco Malfoy, there would have been a few choice words sent in his direction. The two simply walked in where Draco helped Harry through the crowd and sat him down, the Malfoy Heir then rising before he turned to the assembled snakes and spoke like the Prefect he was, "I know that it's a strange event, seeing a Gryffindor in our dorm; however, due to recent problems, I have offered Harry here a place among us. It may surprise some of you to know that he was originally meant to be a Slytherin, so I hope that any transgressions between us can be left outside. Otherwise, I want each of you, no matter the year, bloodline or beliefs about him, I want each of you to show him the same respect you show each other and show towards Professor Snape and I: like he belongs here."

Then, to everyone's continued surprise, Harry actually spoke with a calm air as he remarked, "Thank you, Draco: it's nice to know that I can actually have a friend who'll watch my back and not my prestige or reputation."

Nothing more was said that day; indeed, nothing more was said in Harry's direction from then on…

At least, not while Harry was around…

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"Harry's WHERE?"

As the Slytherins made their way towards the Great Hall the next morning, they were annoyed and curious to hear the loud mouth of the Weasley Prefect so early in the morning. In the midst of them, Draco on one side and the fifth-year Tracey Davis on his other side, Harry cringed before he muttered, "Anyone know a good silencing spell?"

That comment alone earned him a few sniggers from his new dorm-mates: as they continued onwards, however, Harry heard it again, this time directed at him, "Harry, mate: what the bloody hell do you think you're doing with these Death Eaters? You're a Gryffindor."

"Am I really, Weasley?" asked Harry, the Slytherins actually parting like the Red Sea as Harry stepped forwards: this was thanks to Draco's warning about them treating Harry as they would Draco and that partially involved treating him like the next Prince of Slytherin. As the two friends came face-to-face, Harry added, "Because the last time I checked, there wasn't a single person who willingly stood with me in Gryffindor: what was it they said, Drake?"

"Something about the focus being turned away from Weasley here being on the team," Draco answered, the friendship between the two obvious as he then explained, "And also something about willingly causing trouble with Professor Umbridge so that his friends are soon treated like filth despite being Prefects."

"Uh-huh," Harry added, now stepping clear of the crowd as he added, "And apparently you only got that badge to be the loyal little spies and try to face me and investigate my trouble-making, war-mongering ways: now, pardon me for saying it, but if that's meant to be a friend, then I must have gone to some sort of bizarro-world because it's certainly not my definition of friend."

"Or ours, Harry," added Tracey: she was a dark-haired girl with almost silvery-coloured eyes and a cheerful personality; like Granger to Gryffindor, Davis was one of the brainy sort in Slytherin, but unlike Granger, she didn't need everyone to know it. That was why Harry liked her when they'd talked about their tasks the previous night; she even knew of a salve that she said Harry could help with to speed up the clearance of the scars on his hands.

"They've confounded you, haven't they, Harry?" asked Ron with a laugh, earning a sigh from some of the Slytherins while Harry suddenly adopted a look of rage and disgust: seriously, was everything that was against this traitor's way of life down to the Dark Arts?

"Nope," Harry replied, now lifting said hand as he added, "And remember, Ron: I must not tell lies and I'm not; as for the Death Eater comment, I think I'll leave those repercussions to the Prefect: Draco, I'll meet you in the Hall."

"Right, Harry," Draco replied, the Slytherins moving with their new dorm-mate into the Great Hall; behind him, Harry heard Draco inform Weasley, "So, I think that's twenty points from Gryffindor for insulting another House and another five for disrupting a morning meal; be thankful I don't speak to McGonagall about this."

As Harry entered the Great Hall, flanked by the Slytherins, the silence in the air was so thick that you'd need Godric's Sword to cut through the atmosphere; as Tracey led Harry to their table, she was stopped by Snape's voice, "Potter, detention with Professor Umbridge for wrongfully sitting in the hall and disrupting another House."

"Actually Professor Snape," Draco informed him as he walked in with a red-faced Weasley behind him, "I invited Harry to sit with us at breakfast because of recent revelations concerning his dorm-mates: it's also for that reason that I had him stay in our dorm last night. As a Prefect, I knew it was my duty to inform you, but I had the duty to my House-mates to see to as well."

"Then take ten points to Slytherin for using some initiative and quick-decisions, Mr Malfoy," Professor Umbridge remarked, meeting Harry's eyes as she did so, "I daresay that young Mr Potter is quite at home among those who don't encourage his remarks and his lies, wouldn't you say, Mr Potter?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," Harry replied, his tone as formal and as calm as their somewhat estranged Professor had wanted in her lesson; when Snape was left fuming, Harry nodded a thanks to Draco before he took his seat with the Slytherins.

As he went to pick at his breakfast, his appetite not really all-there after everything that had happened in the short space of one morning, Harry decided to try something: reaching for his magic, Harry let his mind concentrate on the image of one Tom Riddle as he had seen him just two days ago. As he did so, Harry let his thoughts whisper to the ether, 'T…Tom: Voldemort, can you hear this?'

'Loud and clear, Harry,' Tom's slick voice answered, a note of amusement in his voice as he added, 'Well done for getting the Malfoy Heir on your side as well as some earned respect from the Slytherins: you're doing well, little snake. Now, how can I help?'

'I know you're angry,' Harry explained, the mind-link between him and the Dark Lord now open to their conversations, 'About my scars at the hands of…of Professor Umbridge, but can I ask you something?'

'What?' asked Tom, a note of clenched-teeth-speech in the one word.

'Don't do anything to punish her for it yet,' Harry explained, his voice filled with a tone of slyness that the Dark Lord heard immediately, 'If…if I'm going to release my inner Slytherin, then I was considering, last night, I was thinking about using Umbridge's trust for the Slytherins to bring a little…fun to Hogwarts.'

'Oh?' asked Tom, the note of clenched-teeth now turned into a note of amusement, 'Do tell, little one: I told you that I wouldn't interfere and, while I see you are comfortable with your place among the snakes, I would like to know more: how else can I help you become what you were born to be?'

'One step at a time, Tom,' Harry told him, 'I still have twelve days to make my decision: however, Umbridge stood up for me this morning and she told me herself that she doesn't wish to see me in detention. So, what if…what if I used that to bring down those who thought they could break me? Then, when my plan was successful, then, Tom, you can punish her: just because I'm putting her in my plan doesn't mean I forgive her for helping them break me.'

'And there's the little snake that I want to see become whole again,' Tom laughed, Harry trying not to feel a sense of embarrassment at the praise; there was a mental sigh before the Dark Lord continued, 'All right, Harry: I told you that I would give you anything you wanted and you clearly want this; if you need help with your plan, just ask. In the meantime, enjoy Slytherin and, when we meet in twelve days, I hope to see a changed young man before me.'

'Thank you…Lord Voldemort,' Harry replied, his voice laced with Slytherin coldness as he added, 'Don't look into that.'

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After a day of lessons, which included his core subjects now being taken with the Slytherins at the request of Professor Umbridge, Harry and Draco pretended to side-track themselves towards the Common Room, before Harry, checking the coast was clear, opened the passage towards the hangout, both boys going down to the room. Once they were comfortable, which involved Draco suggesting Harry sit in the throne once more, the Malfoy Heir asked, "So…what did he want?"

"Huh?" asked Harry; he'd wanted to come down here to get used to the changes in his life, but Draco clearly wanted to talk.

"You looked pretty distant earlier at breakfast," Draco explained, nodding to Harry as he continued, "He spoke with you while we were eating, didn't he?"

"Actually," Harry explained, settling into the large chair with the same comfort he'd felt the day before, "I was the one to open the bond and speak with him: before I closed it, the Dark Lord explained to me that I was in charge of it and, because he's promised not to interfere, he said that only I can open the bond over the next twelve days. By the way," he added, looking now to Draco, "How…how'd I do? With treating that traitor like I did and defending our honour?"

"You acted as though you've been one of us all this time," Draco explained, smiling proudly as he told Harry, "After you left and I took points from Weasley, he looked like he'd seen a ghost and also looked embarrassed that his secret had been laid bare. Keep up that mask, Harry and, sooner or later, you're not going to need it: especially now that Professor Umbridge has allowed you to continue staying with us in the dorm. Shame that Severus hates you with a vengeance, but I guess every bit of good news needs its bad to even things out."

"Well," Harry sighed, closing his eyes as he relaxed in his chair, "If I choose to stand with Tom and the true ways of the Dark, I'll be sure to deal with that hatred and get some real answers. Speaking of vendettas against me: how do you think your Father will take this?"

"Well I'll answer that like this," Draco replied, standing from his chair and, moving to the cooler, retrieving two bottles of cold Butterbeer for them both: after their chat, Harry had gotten some help in the form of Dobby and asked him to keep the hangout stocked up with things they would need. In return for this, Harry promised his old friend that he would bond with him at the end of the year, much to Draco's surprise as the Malfoy Heir recognised the former crazy-minded elf.

Passing one of the bottles to Harry, Draco cracked his open before he explained, "Father is the Dark Lord's right-hand man and you, Harry, are the single most important person in his life: when it comes down to it, Father won't be able to say a bad word against you because he'll find himself on the receiving end of a Cruciatus. It's partially for that reason that I gave you my allegiance: if you choose his side, then I'll be the first to kneel before you and await your orders, but if you don't, then I will still be one of the few that is ready, willing and able to be there for you."

Harry thanked him for his loyalty, before he allowed himself to close his eyes and, just by resting his head on the cold headboard of the chair, he let his mind wander to one question: what stopped him from accepting Tom's offer?

What actually worried Harry was one fact:

He couldn't think of anything!

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With help from the Slytherins and extra tuition from Draco, Harry was soon able to rebuild himself, his wounds healing and his mind clearing as the days to Halloween Night counted down. One lesson that he began to excel in was Potions, much to the chagrin of the Gryffindors, especially when Professor Snape started awarding Harry points instead of taking them away.

Two days before Halloween night, Harry decided to return to Gryffindor Tower for his possessions, his mind now only troubled by the meeting in two days' time: he still hadn't made his mind up about Tom and time was not on his side. Giving the password to Gryffindor Tower, Harry entered to a silence that would have made a funeral look like a real party: eyes watched him and whispers were shared in near-silent voices all throughout the room: as he entered the dorm, Harry then saw something that brought out his new side.

His trunk had been slashed by magical means, his bedclothes torn and scattered over the Gryffindor four-poster, the word TRAITOR branded into the headboard and, lying on the pillow were the remains of Harry's Firebolt, his present from Sirius. Behind Harry, Neville, who had entered shortly after him, stood stock-still before he muttered, "Harry, it's all right: come on; I'll take you down…"

"My journal? My Father's Cloak?" asked Harry, his voice like ice as he spoke, "Where are they?"

"I…I don't know," Neville stammered; he didn't like where this was going, "I don't…I don't know who c-c-could have done this."

"I do," Harry hissed coldly, "Find that red-headed little shit and bring him to me."

"Harry…"

"GO!"

His one-word command seemed emphasised by a blast of magic that ripped through two of the posts on Harry's former bed; hearing the ferocity in his friend's voice, Neville practically ran from his side, leaving Harry to draw his wand before he commanded, "Accio Invisibility Cloak."

Shards of silver fabric flew from under the bed, Harry clutching at the pieces with an even greater hatred as he commanded, "Accio photo album!"

If the cloak was bad enough, the journal was worse: loose pages and confetti that was made from magical photo paper flew from all around the room, Harry's eyes now holding back tears of loss and anger as he held the last remains of his parents' memories. This wasn't vengeance by the perpetrator: it was personal: someone had intentionally done this and left Harry's things in an even greater mess than his life already was.

'Harry,' Tom whispered to him, 'It's all right little one: you are stronger than you think: let me help you repair it.'

'It won't be the same,' Harry snarled mentally, 'They did this to me to break me again: I've lost them, Tom: my parents, my memories, my heart; I've lost them all.'

'Those memories can never be taken from your mind,' Tom explained, his voice trying to reach through Harry as though he were trying to comfort the boy, 'As long as your heart beats and your mind is your own, they will never take your memories from you: when someone you love becomes a memory; that memory becomes a treasure.'

'And they've stolen that treasure from me,' Harry hissed, his eyes now filled with a glow that was frighteningly similar to the Avada Kedavra, 'They took everything!'

Suddenly, Harry's magic reacted to his anger and, before Harry could say another word, he gasped as he saw his bed and the signs of his former friend's treachery literally go up in flames, Harry's body crackling with raw magical power that seemed to fill the room with the same heat.

At the same time, Neville returned, carrying a kicking and screaming Ronald Weasley by his legs as he dropped him in front of Harry, "As ordered, Harry: the one you want."

"Let me go, Squib," Ron snapped, "How dare you lay your hands on your betters: and what are you doing here, snake? Enjoy our little present did you? Shame the owl wasn't here: I could have fed her to Hagrid's dog and…"

Harry's eyes turned to Ron and the git was silenced when he saw the look of pure, unadulterated, barely-restrained rage that was held within the eyes of the young wizard: turning away from the blaze that still burned behind him, Harry scowled before he asked one question, "Why?"

"You betrayed us," Ron snapped, "Betrayed me and for what? Knowledge: companionship; is that why you sold your soul to those Death Eater wannabes? Well, if you wouldn't respect your parents' memories, then you would lose them."

"Thank you…Mr Weasley," a slick voice hissed, Harry looking past Neville where, much to his surprise, he saw Professor Snape, Professor Umbridge and Professor McGonagall all standing in the doorway, the lesser dousing Harry's fires with a quick jet of water from his wand, "I think we can take that as a confession."

"I would have to agree with Professor Snape," McGonagall added, "I know that my House is upset with Mr Potter for his sanctuary with the Slytherins, but this level of sabotage: Mr Weasley, can you even comprehend how unique that cloak and that diary was?"

"They can be replaced," Ron spat, "Stupid traitor deserves it: lording it up over the rest of us like he's someone special because he's the bloody Boy-Who-Lived; even the toad doesn't torment him anymore."

"And do you know why, Mr Weasley?" asked Professor Umbridge, her voice filled with the same hatred as the others in the room, "It is because Mr Potter has seen the error of his ways and is trying harder in his lessons thanks to actual support; yes from Slytherin, but I have never seen such sportsmanship from a House like what he has from them."

"And for your information," added Professor McGonagall, "It does not matter that the items can be replaced: it is the memory of those items that can never be replaced; the cloak belonged to twelve generations of Potters and the diary was unique because it was a gift and it allowed young Mr Potter a chance to see his parents' memories when he couldn't see them anymore."

"For all the good they did," Ron hissed, not really getting the message, "I bet that whore Mudblood…"

"SILENCIO! GLACIUS!"

The two spells came so quickly that none of the Professors had a chance to react; however, the next thing they knew, there was a silenced, frozen from the waist down Ron Weasley lying before them, his hands and face turning a shade of blue with the cold. With his wand hovering over Ron, Harry snarled coldly, "You have…destroyed…everything, Weasley: give me one…good…reason I shouldn't destroy you."

"Because you're better than him," Professor Snape told Harry, Neville slightly surprised at the assistance from the Potions Master, "We will deal with this, Mr Potter and, though I despised the man, I will see to it that all your possessions are replaced and…"

"If I need your help," Harry snarled, now meeting the eyes of the Head of Slytherin, "I'll ask for it: and, for the record Snivellus, I will never ask for your help, so shut your mouth! Money isn't everything: in fact, I would trade my own soul for the chance to see them alive and standing beside me once more, but it's assholes like him that don't see that. Screw your offers and screw any form of repayment…because I'm done…with all of you!"

With that, he fled from the Common Room and, running down the stairs and out the front door, Harry raced straight for the exit of the grounds, his mind screaming to the one person that he could count on to help him; 'Tom: I'm not going to wait: come and get me.'

'I'm waiting for you, my little one.'

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Halloween morning;

For anyone else, it would be a time for new beginnings, parties and banquets to celebrate the day's ancient name of Samhain; however, for the Slytherins, there was no real cause for celebration and, out of all of them, it was Draco Malfoy that was worried the most.

Harry Potter had run away from Hogwarts, though when the Slytherins had learned why that reason was, it had only been through the words of their Head of House that stopped them bringing down the seven circles of hell on the lions. In the twelve days that he'd been one of their lot, the Slytherins had come to respect Harry Potter and see him in a new light: each one of them saw him as the future for their House and, had he but asked, they would have welcomed him as a permanent member of their House.

Now, however, because of jealousy, spite and a personal vendetta that was more like the cowardly act of a three-year-old, Harry was gone and, out of them all, it was Draco that missed the company of his friend. He missed the talks in the hangout and Harry's cold demeanour rearing its head; he missed the look of joy in the boy's eyes when he was put to work in his classes: hell, he'd even been happy in Potions and that was a big change from the Harry that Draco had known.

Most of all, though, Draco missed one thing that he didn't realise until now, but he liked seeing on Harry's face: he missed his smile. It was a smile that told Draco everything was all right and, though Draco had sworn that he would stand by Harry's side, it was a smile that, somewhere deep in his heart, Draco had wanted to take hold of and treasure it forever.

But now though, the smile, the smile belonging to Harry, his Harry, was gone and…wait;

'When did I start thinking of him as my Harry?' wondered Draco as he sat in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room; his grey eyes showed the worry that he was feeling, but his worry was now shadowed by doubt. 'I know we're friends, but…do I think of him as more? I know I don't want him unhappy, but to think of him as mine: could…would he let me? Does…does he think of me as the same? Is that why he trusts me so much?'

Draco had never told anyone, not even his parents that he had a preference towards the company of other males rather than what some would call a normal male/female relationship: but when had that sort of liking become drawn to the raven-haired boy with the Avada Kedavra eyes?

"Draco?"

'Saved by the bell,' thought Draco, looking up to his godfather, though the look of interest turned into one of concern when he saw the trembling hands of the Potions Master, a sign of post-Cruciatus exposure.

"What is it, Uncle Sev?" he asked, his voice calm as he looked to Severus Snape.

"It's…him," Severus explained, "He wishes you to come to his home…today: specifically…now!"

Somehow, Draco knew that made sense: it also answered his unasked question about Harry's location: after all, when a Sire Bond is triggered, it falls to the Sire to help keep his charge in the right frame of mind.

So, where else would Harry go?

"All right," Draco sighed, rising from his chair and, adopting a look of defeat, he added, "I guess…it was inevitable."

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The grandeur of Riddle Manor wasn't lost on Draco when Severus activated a Portkey that took them from Hogwarts to the home of the Dark Lord: with its well-kept gardens and high-mounted station overlooking the graveyard, it provided a mix of light and dark that blended perfectly with one another. In some ways, it reminded Draco of the old stories of the solstice: halfway out of the dark; this house matched that description perfectly.

Passing through the door, Draco had to blink twice when he found himself looking at a home that would befit someone of high station, though it was decorated with brightness and finesse rather than the intimidating presence that he'd heard so much about. The key point of the décor was a water fountain that was crafted from solid diamond in the centre of the entrance hall: it held a statue of a man, a dragon and a coiled Basilisk, the heads of the dragon and serpent acting as jets for the water.

"Amazing," Draco whispered, his voice catching in his throat as he realised he'd spoken.

"Thank you, Draco Malfoy," a soft voice replied, drawing Severus and Draco away from the majesty of the house and to a door where a young man that looked to be in his early thirties was leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms folded as he looked to them, "And thank you for bringing him here, Severus: I daresay that my little snake is happy now."

"Indeed, my Lord," Severus replied, Draco now gulping as he stepped forwards and bowed before the human visage of Lord Voldemort, more commonly known as Tom Riddle.

"My Lord," Draco told him, his voice wavering slightly as he explained, "I am honoured to be a guest in your home: but, regrettably, I must ask my Lord's forgiveness for abandoning that which is precious to him."

"You don't have to do that, Draco," a familiar voice told him, Draco looking up now and, as the door to the room opened, the Malfoy Heir actually felt warmth settle into him as he saw those familiar Avada-Kedavra-green eyes staring back at him, the owner of those eyes looking healthy as a horse. "Tom knows it wasn't your fault: oh, and welcome back, Severus."

"Harry," Severus remarked, Draco noticing a now final lack of hostility between the two before Harry rose and, moving to Draco, he took the boy's arm and began to lead him away.

"Come on Draco: let me show you around."

Draco let himself be taken away by Harry; however, once they were away from the adults, Draco noticing a look of amusement on the Dark Lord's face as he disappeared from view, Harry stopped and, turning to Draco, told him, "Thanks for coming: I…I needed to see you."

"That's okay, Harry," Draco told him, his eyes aware of an almost haunting glow around his young friend, "We missed you in Slytherin: Weasley's been suspended for a month and his family has to pay for the costs of a new Firebolt and a new diary…but…the Cloak."

"It's okay," Harry told him, wiping his own eyes as he explained, "Shit happens: I was wrong to run away and I should have come to you and talked; you said you'd be there and…"

"Don't worry," Draco told him, his hand reaching up to brush the tears away from Harry's eyes, "It's going to be all right now: from the looks of things, I'd say you've made your choice."

"This is where I belong," Harry told him, his hand now surprisingly linked with Draco as he explained, "With Tom in the comforts of real power, but…more importantly…I belong…with…with one I can be myself around; one I…I…"

"It's all right," Draco told him, lifting his hand and, to Harry's surprise, he kissed the back of Harry's hand before using his free hand to soothingly massage the skin of Harry's knuckles, "You don't have to say it…not when I feel it too, Harry."

"You do?" asked Harry, looking into the grey eyes of the Ice Prince of Slytherin.

"I do," Draco told him, "You don't have to shut me out anymore; I'll be here for you…always: I belong with you, Harry and, if you want to, then you can belong with me: I promise."

"Draco…" Harry whispered, but he was silenced by Draco pressing a finger to his lips, a smile coming from the blonde Slytherin as he shushed Harry.

"I'll never abandon you, my raven," he whispered, before he leaned in close and brushed his lips against Harry's, the motion startling Harry for a moment, but Draco noticed that he didn't fight it, "I'll protect you."

"Dragon," Harry whispered, before he returned the kiss, his eyes closing at the thought of something he'd never felt before now coming true:

Someone was here for him…and would never leave his side.

After a second, Draco parted from Harry before he whispered, "Now why don't you show me around, Harry? I'd like to see your new home."

Harry led the boy by the hand;

Draco didn't fight it…

Chapter 3 and I should apologise to anyone that thinks I brought out the relationship a little too early; I just wanted a way for Harry to know that he would always have Draco there; now, with time passed and decisions made, can Harry embrace the remainder of his new life and new power?

Plus, how will Hogwarts react to the new Harry when he makes his return?

Keep Reading to Find Out…

Next Chapter: The Slytherins celebrate the return of their prodigal son and there's another encounter on the horizon in the aftermath of Ron's sick-minded vengeance; plus, it seems that Tom has made a promise to Harry and makes good on it when good news comes Harry's way; also, Harry and Draco talk about their newfound relationship and Draco has a confession to make…

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