CHAPTER 9

Draco was warm. Crazy warm!

Draco felt pleasure, great, great pleasure.

Draco felt des-

Draco's eyes snapped open as a moan was ripped out of his throat without his permission and his eyes met Avada Kedavra green eyes. His brain quickly registered that his Harry was finally awake but it was quickly pushed away when he felt said boy thrust into him again. He moaned at feeling stretched and filled by Harry's length and grabbed his biceps for something to hold. "Is…is this…smart?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he slowly pulled out until the tip was left and then slowly thrust back in. Sometime while Draco had been sleeping Harry had turned on his side, rid them both of their boxers, lifted Draco's left leg high up on his hip, and entered him without him waking up. And now he was holding his ass cheeks apart, not that Draco was really complaining since it felt wonderful to be filled by Harry again.

"You were out for moan five days Harry. Is moan this smart for you?"

"Yes," Harry simply said and slid back out before pushing back in.

Draco was loving and hating how slow Harry was being. He hated it because he wanted him to go faster, harder, deeper, something! But he loved it because he felt as if Harry was afraid to break him; as if he was the one who just woke up from being asleep for five days. However, what he loved most was how Harry wasn't taking his eyes off of him. He felt connected after being away for so long.

"How are you…feeling?"

Harry smiled and thrust a little harder to show. "I'm great. How are you love?"

"…Pissed off at you."

"Mmm, why?"

Now he was leaning forward and kissing his neck, right below his ear. Damn that bastard for already knowing his spot. Draco moaned and felt like his brain had just melted, which wasn't that hard since it wasn't fully working because it was the morning. Draco didn't function that well in the morning.

"Why are you pissed love?" he heard asked against his neck and Draco had to think about what the hell he was talking about.

"You."

"What about me?"

Draco had no idea how Harry was functioning so well and able to keep a conversation going while he was thrusting in and out of Draco so slowly.

"You've been out…for five moan days."

"That's long," he said absently and licked a line from Draco's shoulder to below his ear before he nipped the spot again.

"Damn right." Draco yelped when Harry snapped his hips forward and hit Draco's spot. "Shit! Harry!"

"I've missed you Draco," Harry whispered seductively in Draco's ear before he quickened his thrusts. Draco could only hold onto Harry's biceps while Harry pistoned his dick in and out of Draco. He felt Harry's hot breath on his neck as Harry tucked his head into Draco's neck.

The room filled with their panted breaths and moans as their sweat slicked bodies snapped together.

All too soon Draco felt his orgasm coming and came when Harry wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked him, Harry following right after.

They laid there for a few minutes, catching their breaths while staring into each other's eyes. Draco felt as if he'd been hit with lightening. While Harry had been out, Draco had felt lost, alone, and afraid of losing Harry. Now, looking into his bright green eyes, he didn't feel those things anymore. He felt safe, protected, and like he's been tethered back to this world.

'That damn bastard made me fall in love with him!'

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay?" He ran his fingers through Draco's hair and he couldn't help but turn his head into the contact.

"I hate you," he whispered.

Harry smiled. "I know. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Draco moved with Harry as Harry turned to lie on his back and cuddled on top of his new mattress. When Harry went to pull out of him, Draco felt a bit panicked and whispered, "Don't. Stay."

He felt Harry press a kiss to his temple and wrap his arm around him as his answer. "Go to sleep Draco."

He hummed. "Okay."


Harry blinked his eyes open and frowned as he looked around the room. Where was he? And what the hell was on top of him?

He looked down and smiled when he saw that it was his Draco asleep and remembered what they had done a few hours earlier. He ran his hand up and down his back and caressed the smooth, pale, perfect skin. His Draco was so perfect. Not a flaw…well yeah he had his flaws but Harry just found them adorable. Like how he was a little stunted in the emotional department and couldn't say how he was feeling.

He didn't deserve the perfect angel he's come to call his savior but Harry liked to be selfish every once in a while. He thought he deserved to be every now and again after the life he's lived. And he wanted to be selfish with Draco.

Harry flicked his wrist and watched as the time showed. It was coming close for breakfast, and Harry needed to get Draco up and talk to him about the necklace before he had to get ready for his classes. He had been overjoyed when he had seen Draco wearing it when he woke up earlier. Harry knew he wasn't going to be going to any of his classes today because Poppy would want to talk to him and keep him rested at least a day before going back to classes, and he was sure Severus told Dumbledore about how he turned his wand into Draco's necklace, which meant he had to explain himself even though he didn't think he really had to. He could always get a new wand.

Kissing the top of Draco's head, he rubbed his hands over Draco's back and whispered, "Draco. Come on Draco, wake up."

"Five more minutes," he mumbled and buried himself deeper into Harry's chest, making Harry chuckle.

"Come on Draco."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine," he sighed. Draco stretched, making Harry bite his lip to not moan at the sensation, and raised his head to look down at him. He frowned. "Harry?"

"Yes."

He looked down at them and squirmed, this time Harry groaned as he felt his dick harden in Draco. Draco froze and looked back at him. "It wasn't a dream. You're awake!"

Harry chuckled again. "Yes, I'm awake. You mentioned I've been out for five days?"

"Yes," he said and cupped Harry's face between his hands before he glared at him and slapped Harry's cheek.

"What the hell!" Harry exclaimed as he pressed a hand over his heated cheek.

"It's what you deserve."

"What?"

"…I've missed a few days of school because of you."

Harry had to stop himself before he chuckled at that. He knew it wouldn't have gone well for him if he did. From that pause he knew that wasn't why Draco was upset. He would bet that it was because he worried Draco, but Draco wouldn't admit it.

"Did you get your work?"

"Yes."

"Then you're okay," he shrugged as he continued rubbing one hand over Draco's back as he held his cheek that had been slapped.

"Well," Draco huffed before sitting up straight. They both groaned as it pushed Harry further into Draco and Harry's hand immediately went to Draco's hips. "Do you want to explain what the hell you did to make yourself so exhausted?"

Harry felt as if he'd been kicked in the gut. Draco looked so goddamn beautiful. His nude body exposed for all for Harry to see, his dick half hard between his legs as Harry's hard cock was up his ass. His pale skin seemed to glow with his pink little nipples on display and the contrast between Draco's skin and Harry's hands was beautiful. His hair was a bit all over the place from sleep but Harry thought he looked so beautiful, especially with his beautiful gray eyes blazing with anger, worry, and love even though Draco didn't know it. But to finish it all off, Harry's necklace was hanging on his neck and resting in the middle of his chest.

Harry reached one hand up to hold the two snakes in his palm and watched as Draco sucked in a breath. "This necklace will protect you Draco."

"…"

"…"

"You said that in your note. What do you mean?"

He ran his thumb over the snakes while he explained. "It will protect you from any hex or curse thrown at you that you may not be able to block fast enough."

"How bad of a curse?"

Harry smiled. "It will protect you from the smallest spell, like the tickling charm, to one of the Unforgivables."

Draco stared wide eyed at Harry and Harry again had to stop himself from chuckling. Draco wouldn't like that he was showing his surprise when he's supposed to hide his shock and pretty much any emotion.

"Which one?" Draco whispered.

"The Cruciatus. Unfortunately it can't stop the Killing Curse and Imperius since one is all about your own mind strength and there is no way to block the other one except to dodge."

"Harry, there isn't supposed to be a shield for the Cruciatus either."

"…I invented one."

"You what!"

"Well, I had a lot of time on my hands after killing Voldemort and decided to try inventing shields and found one for the Cruciatus. But that's beside the point."

"Fine, but don't think you're getting away from that discussion."

"I wouldn't dare," he smiled.

"Smart ass," Draco grumbled before raising his hand to take the snakes from Harry's hand and hold it himself.

Harry was glad to see Draco so attached to it, he never thought he would. Sitting up and sliding back to rest against the headboard with Draco still in his lap, he wrapped his arms loosely around Draco's waist as he continued to stare down at the necklace. "It's also a portkey, just to use or for an emergency."

Draco's head snapped up. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. If you ever get into a situation that you need to escape, all you have to do is hold it and say "Salazar." It'll take you to my escape home."

Draco frowned. "How many homes do you have?"

He smiled. "That's a discussion for later."

Draco nodded while going back to fingering the snakes and staring down at it. "Can it take others?"

"Yes. And it can get past any wards. Say, if right now you wanted to go, you could."

"But there's an anti-apparition and anti-portkey ward on Hogwarts."

"I know," he smiled. His power really had its uses.

"What else?"

"Only you can remove it. If anyone tries to remove it, they get a little zapped. Of course, if the person trying to remove it means you harm then they get more than that." Draco smiled and Harry smiled in return and then placed a soft kiss to Draco's forehead. "You're important to me Draco, so that means you're mine to protect and I mean it."

Draco raised his head to look at him and Harry was taken aback when he saw his eyes a bit watery. He cleared his throat and turned his head. "Thank you."

Harry turned Draco's head to make him look at him and smiled. "You're welcome." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's. There was no heat or lust that took them over. It was a soft, gentle kiss that was full of love, even though Draco wouldn't admit it. They ended the kiss and rested their foreheads against each other before Draco asked a question.

"What did you make it out of?"

"My wand."

"WHAT!"

"You heard me."

Draco stared wide eyed at Harry. "You…you made this necklace…it's your…wa-it's your..."

"Yes," Harry nodded smiling. "It's my wand."

Draco snapped his mouth shut and stared back down at the necklace. He shook his head. "I can't accept this."

"Yes you can."

"No I can't Potter!"

Harry glared at Draco and in a swift move pinned Draco under him with their heads at the foot of the bed and got a scream out of Draco since his dick brushed his prostate. "What?"

"I can't…accept this!" he panted and continued once he got himself under control. "First, it's your wand for Merlin's sake. Second, how are you supposed to do magic now? Third…well, third, I just can't accept it!"

"First," he said as he raised Draco's arms above his head to pin him down. "Yes, it's my wand. It's special to me, my first, and I wanted to give something of mine to you Draco. Second, I can do magic without a wand, more than you've seen. I barely use my wand anymore except for in my classes. But I planned on getting a new wand, a made one that's specific to me since my magic has grown more since defeating Voldemort." He ignored how Draco flinched at the name. Instead, he trapped Draco's hands in one of his hands as he smoothed the other down his arm and to rest on his chest, over his heart. "Third, well, third, you can accept it. I'd like you to. Please Draco. For me."

He stared into Draco's eyes and watched the emotions flick through his eyes until he sighed. "Fine. But only for your sake."

Harry smiled. "Of course." He leaned down and captured Draco's lips.


They dressed after showering, which came after some sex, and Draco kept his eye on Harry. He didn't want Harry collapsing on him, plus he liked watching him move around. He was graceful in his own way. As he tied his school tie - Harry was dressing casually since they both knew he was going to be talking to Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, and who knew who else all day - he looked over at Harry and watched as he turned around and bent over to get his shoes. The view was delicious, and Draco even licked his lips as he watched the jeans form to Harry's ass, but he frowned when he watched Harry's shirt ride up a bit and he saw a scar.

Walking over, he silently looked at the scar and gasped. Harry turned his head to look at him and Draco watched as he paled and quickly straightened. But Draco wasn't having any of it. He quickly pushed Harry face down on the bed, ignoring Harry's protests, and froze him to stop his squirming. He rose the shirt up Harry's back and couldn't stop from gasping and didn't even notice when he started to tear up.

"Oh Harry," he whispered as he looked at his back.

His back was littered with scars, almost every scar was overlapping another. Draco saw that some went from his hip and all the way up to the opposite shoulder. He immediately identified it to a belt. There was even a cross burn on Harry's right shoulder blade.

"Oh Harry," he whispered again and unfroze Harry.

Harry went limp on the bed and Draco watched as silent tears ran down his cheeks. Draco shushed him as he turned him over and hugged him as if it would keep him alive, and Harry doing the same. He held onto Draco and buried his face into Draco's neck as he continued to silently cry. Draco couldn't imagine anyone doing something like that to his Harry, and as much as they obviously did. Even his father never hit him and his father was a bastard.

Draco soothed Harry as his tears slowed down and wiped away the tears. "It's okay Harry."

"I can understand if you want to leave me now," Harry whispered and Draco felt himself tear up at the broken sound of his voice. Harry was strong, stubborn, and possessive most of the time with Draco, but Draco suddenly finds out about his abuse and he's suddenly insecure and expecting Draco to leave him. Draco didn't know if he should laugh or cry at the sudden and drastic change.

"I'm not leaving you Harry," Draco whispered as he looked down at Harry. After they laid there silently for a while, Draco asked, "Was it your relatives?"

Harry slowly nodded. "Yeah."

"How long?"

"From when I can remember until I left to live with Sirius and Remus."

"That long?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

"Does anyone know?"

"A few."

"Who?"

"Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Madam Pomfrey."

"She didn't do anything?"

"I made her promise not to tell anyone."

"What about Dumbledore?" Harry shook his head. "Sirius? Remus?" Again, Harry shook his head.

"Why haven't you told them?"

"I never told Dumbledore because I knew he either wouldn't believe me or he'd say that he couldn't do anything. Remember Draco, I'm most likely not the only kid abused and Dumbledore can't relocate all of us just by demanding it. And I would have hated it if he relocated me just because I'm Harry Potter while the other's had to stay where they were."

Draco had to reluctantly agree with that.

"And I never told Sirius and Remus because they would kill my relatives before you could blink."

Again, Draco had to agree, though he liked that one better. Of course, he would have to join the two men in killing Harry's relatives.

Just as Draco was going to say something, there was a knock at the door. "Draco, time to wake up. And don't make me get your mother this time."

Harry looked at the door and then looked at Draco as he blushed and snickered. "Sev had to get your mother?"

"Shut up," Draco growled but smiled against his will and kissed Harry. "Come on. I'm sure Uncle Sev and a few other people would be happy to see you awake." He raised off of Harry and they finished dressing. "But Harry, I think you should tell Remus and Sirius, though you may want to make them promise not to kill anyone before revealing."

He watched Harry nibble on his bottom lip before nodding. "Okay."

Draco smiled and gave Harry a kiss before opening the door.

Draco felt shocked and angry at himself for not seeing Harry's back before then but pushed it aside for now.


"Harry!" Sirius and Remus cried when Harry exited the guest bedroom. They quickly enveloped him in a hug, asking him question after question.

"Guys!" he chuckled when they seemed to not stop any time soon. "Guys, I'm fine."

They nodded and smiled, kissing his cheeks. "Good," Sirius said. "I was getting worried."

"I know."

"Me too Harry," Remus said.

"I know."

Draco watched all of this from the kitchen table with Severus and his mother. The other three soon joined them at the table, with Harry sitting next to Draco, and started eating breakfast.

"So when did you wake up Harry?" Sirius asked.

"Last night."

Draco and Severus frowned. "I didn't see you wake up," Draco said.

"And the alarm didn't go off either," Severus said.

Harry nodded. "I know. I shut down the alarm around me last night and I saw you drawing and I didn't want to disturb you," Harry said as he looked between them.

"Oh."

"Well, Poppy, Minerva, and Dumbledore are going to want to see you."

"I know."

"How are you feeling Mr. Potter?" Narcissa asked.

Harry smiled. "I'm fine Mrs. Malfoy, and you can call me Harry."

"Well, you can call me Ms. Black."

Draco's head snapped up so fast he was surprised he didn't get whiplash. "What?"

"I've been trying to find a way to divorce your father without him being able to claim you if he ever bought his way out and Sirius here helped."

Draco was silent for a while. He was happy his mother divorced his father and that his father couldn't claim him, but he found it odd to think that he wasn't a Malfoy anymore. It was very strange. As if his mother could read his thoughts, she reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

"Although he can't claim you, you can still keep his last name if you wanted."

He shook his head. "No, I want to be a Black."

Sirius and Narcissa smiled and Harry squeezed his knee under the table.

"Draco," Severus said.

"Yes?"

"Is there something you think you should tell Harry?"

He straightened and glared at his godfather. "I don't think-"

"Draco?" he heard from his other side. "What's he talking about?"

Severus leaned forward and whispered, "You tell him or we will."

He glared even more at Severus before turning to Harry. "Draco? What is it?"

"I've been threatened."

Harry glared and whispered, "Who?"

He couldn't suppress the shiver that went down his spine, and it wasn't from fear. That whisper was deadly and promised pain, but not on him. On the one who dared to threaten him. "I don't know."

Harry stared at him, and Draco could tell that he was seeing if he was telling the truth, so Draco just sat there and let him look all he wanted. Finally Harry nodded and leaned forward to rest their foreheads together as his hand came up to hold Draco's necklace. "Never take it off," he whispered, but Draco heard the plea.

Draco placed his hand over Harry's and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I promise," he whispered.

"So..." Sirius drawled as Harry and Draco pulled away from each other. "Harry, you want to tell us how you and why you turned your wand into a necklace? Though I gotta say that was cool."

Draco chuckled when he saw Remus slap him upside the head while Severus rolled his eyes.

Harry laughed. "I will but when I go see Dumbledore, who I'm sure wants to see me. I don't want to explain more than once."

"Alright."

Harry turned to Draco after a while. "How is everyone?"

"They're fine. They're worried about you." He chuckled. "And now the whole school knows about their relationships. Of course they were surprised about all of them but Ron and Blaise's was the most shocking."

"I can imagine," Harry smiled.

"Harry after breakfast we'll go see Dumbledore and have a nice chat." Severus spoke as drank his tea and read his newspaper.

"Yes sir."

"Narcissa can you cover my class for me?" he asked.

"Of course Severus," Narcissa spoke. Draco had to cover his chuckle because he had no idea what his godfather was thinking. He loved his mother dearly, but she had no skill when it came to potions. His godfather must have followed his thinking because seconds later Severus looked up. "Don't touch anything. Just instruct them to pick a potion to make out of their book and to label it. I should be done before this first class is done but if not then do the same for the next class."

Narcissa huffed - in a dignified way of course - and nodded. "Of course Severus." Then Draco heard her mumble, "It's not like I'm going to blow up the classroom again."

Draco burst out laughing along with Sirius, Remus, and Severus. Draco had heard the story about how his mother blew up the classroom during their school days, she was worse than Neville during his first few years. Harry looked at them all asking what happened.

Severus told the story and soon all of them - including Narcissa - were laughing.


Harry was sitting in the Headmaster's office, across from Dumbledore and felt a bit surrounded. Sirius and Remus - practically his fathers - were there along with Severus and McGonagall. If you ever wondered what a dragon was like upset just go to any Gryffindor and ask about when McGonagall was mad. Sure some Gryffindors were scared of Severus, but their true fear lied in upsetting McGonagall. And dear Merlin look out if you make her so upset she yelled. That was the worse because you knew how upset she was when she raised her voice. Right now she was mad, which was making Harry get sweaty palms. Also there was Mr. Ollivander which didn't really surprise him since Dumbledore wasn't going to allow him to finish school without a wand.

Thankfully Poppy had just left after checking him and making sure he was okay. That was another woman you didn't want mad and she was furious when she found out that Harry had disabled her alarm around him and was the last one to know he was awake. But she had checked him and said he was fine and, because she knew Harry would argue, had given him the clear to go to his classes when he was done talking to everyone else.

"Now Harry," Dumbledore said, pulling his attention back to him. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"I should think so," McGonagall said and Harry sweat a bit more. It was ridiculous. He could stand up and face Voldemort more than a person should, without much fear and still live to tell the tale, but one glare from McGonagall made him sweat like a teenager about to go on his first date. He remembered he almost pissed himself when receiving one glare from her in the beginning of his first year. Of course, he would never admit that out loud, even under torture.

And looking at Sirius and Remus, he knew he wasn't going to get any help from them since they looked just as scared. They looked like they weren't trying to make any sudden movements in case she focused on them.

"Um," he said as he discreetly wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "Where would you like me to begin?"

"How did you do it?" Severus immediately asked and Harry had to stop himself from laughing. Severus and Hermione would never admit it but they were alike, if only in their thirst for knowledge.

Harry held out his hand for the books that Severus had sitting in his lap. Severus handed them over, with a little reluctance, and Harry set them in his own lap. "As three of you know, Tom left me everything he had, without sharing his last point of view about me," he chuckled.

Dumbledore and McGonagall stared at him shocked while Mr. Ollivander just hummed and nodded his head. Harry wasn't really wondering about that man's reaction because that man's been a mystery to Harry since he first met him.

"Are you saying Voldemort left you everything?" McGonagall asked.

Harry had to bite his tongue from making a sarcastic remark. He just nodded.

Dumbledore eyed him. "He named you his heir didn't he?"

He cursed. He hadn't thought Dumbledore would pick up on that because Severus hadn't. Only Sirius and Remus knew since they had been there when he was summoned to Gringotts. "Yes," he nodded.

"What?" both Severus and McGonagall yelled before McGonagall turned to Sirius and Remus.

"And you two never thought to mention this to us?"

Sirius and Remus seemed to look for words so Harry spoke. "It was my business, not the school's."

"But what if you had been hurt!" she cried. "What if Voldemort had left something for you that could have killed you?"

"Then Slytherin's belongings and work would have gone to waste because no one else in this word can speak Parseltongue." He was getting a little upset. He knew McGonagall cared for him, she was like a surrogate grandmother, but she was acting like they were stupid. "And do you honestly think that myself or Sirius and Remus are stupid enough to not check everything just in case? Sure Tom said in his will that nothing would harm him but we still checked because…well it's Tom we're talking about." He didn't mention that they had found a few things but nothing harmless. More like pranks. Seemed Tom had a pranking side under that snake face and psycho mind.

McGonagall didn't look any less happy but she did blush when he accused her of thinking they were stupid.

"Anyway, he left me everything he owned which included many books, most by Salazar." Harry smiled at Severus' look of envy but ignored it for now since Severus wasn't going to be looking envious when Christmas came. "And there was a ritual in here," he said leafing through the top book, "about putting protection, strong protection, on an object. Then there was another one, one that Salazar created himself about turning one's own wand into that object." Losing himself in what he was talking about he smiled and went to the page. "It's awesome. Turns out Salazar worried about his lover's protection since, well, she was the lover of Salazar Slytherin. He was one powerful wizard so anyone that thought it would be smart to kidnap him and hold him for ransom could use her as leverage. So he came up with the idea of turning his first wand into a bracelet for her to wear on her wand hand."

He didn't notice that some of the occupants in the room were smiling at his enthusiasm while the others were shocked because they've never seen him so enthusiast about something related educational. He also didn't notice that Severus was behind him trying to read what Harry was but all he saw was a blank page.

"It's really simple really," Harry said. "But it takes a lot of energy to do it, even more with the little tweaks I put to the ritual."

"Harry there's nothing on the page," Severus said in annoyance.

"Hmm?" He blinked up at Severus and back at the page. "Oh yeah I did that so no one could read it." He snapped his fingers and the whole book became seen by anyone who looked at it. The whole book was Salazar's journal and experiments.

"Harry, I still can't read it. It's in a different language."

"I know that, Sev," Harry said. "It's in Parseltongue. But some are in English. Seems both me and Salazar have a habit of switching back and forth when writing Parseltongue. Mostly when we feel we're on a roll and get a bit excited to write down what we need to." He ignored everyone's curious gaze at that last part. "See," he pointed to a side note," how it switches. He starts off saying how his first attempt failed because the runes needed to be changed a bit and then he writes a few lists of runes to try and as he gets excited his handwriting gets faster and turns to English."

"I see," Severus said and Harry heard the excitement in his voice and felt him lean closer to see more. Harry turned to the next page. "See on this page he wrote that he got the wand to change but it didn't last long enough for him to even try putting protection on it. See again," he pointed to another side note. "He wrote more rune combinations to try and they switch to English as he gets further down."

Harry went to turn the page again but McGonagall spoke. "Boys, as fascinating as this is, we must continue. Mr. Ollivander does need to get back to work."

"I don't think Sev has been a boy for some time," Harry chuckled.

WHACK!

"Hey!" Harry screamed as he held the back of his head and Sirius and Remus laughed. "Traitors," he whispered.

"It's what you deserve," Severus said but there was a hint of a smug smile on his lips. "Brat," he mumbled and went back to his seat.

"Oh I don't mind," Mr. Ollivander said. "This is actually quite fascinating and gives me a glimpse into Mr. Potter. Usually I only look at a customer for a few seconds and get their wand. But Mr. Potter has always been a mystery to me, and now that I'm making his wand after years since I last seen him, this is a great challenge."

"Well, I'm glad I could give you a challenge," Harry said with a smile which Mr. Ollivander returned. "So anyway, I got the ritual from Salazar and did it."

"How did you not know if there would have been consequences or anything?" McGonagall asked.

Harry held up the journal. "From this. He went through everything to make it and he tested for any side effects. He wasn't about to give something to his lover that could have had side effects."

"Fine," she huffed. "Then my next question is why you did it and gave it to Mr. Malfoy."

"Because I love him." He wanted to add a 'Duh' to that but he didn't think it would have been appreciated. Plus, it was already implied in his voice. "Which means he's mine to protect." How many times did he have to say that for everyone to understand that?

"But Harry," Dumbledore said, "how did you expect to continue with your education without a wand?"

"I think he would have found a way," Mr. Ollivander said with a smile. "Wouldn't you have Mr. Potter?"

Harry smiled at the man and held out his hand and silently accio'd a book from Dumbledore's bookshelf. His professors gasped while Mr. Ollivander nodded and Sirius and Remus smiled and high fived him. Harry had been able to do wandless and wordless magic for a long time but Sirius and Remus had helped him perfect it and even taught him to duel with it over the summer.

"Harry how long have you been able to do that?" Dumbledore asked.

He shrugged. "Since before first year. I didn't know it was called magic before Hagrid came and told me about magic, but after that I could finally put a name to it. I never stopped practicing it but I never told anyone because at first I didn't want to be known for again doing something that's not common but then I never told anyone because it was an advantage if I ever got into a fight. And my fights with Draco didn't count," he said with a smile.

"Well that is interesting," Mr. Ollivander said in his mystical way that broke the silence. "Would like to start making your wand now Mr. Potter?"

"Yes sir."

He nodded and pulled something out of his pocket and set it on Dumbledore's desk before enlarging it. He pulled out several pieces of blocks before turning to Harry. "Mr. Potter, I'd like you to choose a wood please."

Harry stood up and went to the desk and held his hand over each wood before pointing at the last one. "That one."

The wand maker nodded before setting it aside and pushing the bag towards Harry. "I need you to pick out," he eyed Harry up and down, "three liquids and four hard cores." Again with the gasps from his professors and smiles from Sirius and Remus. That many cores showed how powerful Harry was, well not so much since Harry still had the runes on his wand left, and how many will show the rest of how powerful Harry was. He honestly didn't want anyone outside of his friends and family finding out but he guessed Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Severus counted so he was just anxious to see their faces when his wand was finished.

Harry went through the bag, feeling the jars. Some felt like nothing, some gave him a bit of a sting, some a zap, some even made him want to throw up his breakfast and he quickly had to push them away from him. He was starting to worry he wouldn't feel anything until he felt a soft hum. Pulling out the jar he passed it to Ollivander without looking up. He went on. He kept going through, passing whatever hummed and made him feel warm. He wasn't keeping count or even looking at what he was passing to the wand maker. If he had he would have seen the wand maker getting more and more speechless and because he was doing that everyone else in the room was on the edge of their seats.

The bag was soon empty but he still felt as if he was missing something. Just then Fawkes trilled and Harry walked over to him. He always loved Fawkes, from the moment he heard the Phoenix trill at him. And Fawkes returned it because every time Harry came up to Dumbledore's he trilled until Harry gave him his attention. As Harry pet Fawkes, Fawkes held out a wing and gave another trill. Trailing his hand over Fawkes' wing, he felt a hum over his wing and after looking at Fawkes, who bobbed his head, Harry plucked a feather. Butting his head with Fawkes' in thanks, Harry went back to Ollivander and passed the feather. "That's it."

Mr. Ollivander blinked. "Are you sure this is everything?"

Harry frowned and looked down at the number of jars. There's were seven jars, the wood, and the phoenix feather that Mr. Ollivander was holding. "Yes."

The wand maker cleared his throat. "I need two runes, Mr. Potter."

"Hmm…how about Love and Protector?"

"Mr. Potter, let me say that this going to be one hell of a wand and that I'm honored to make it."

"Wouldn't have anyone else do it," Harry replied with a smile.

Mr. Ollivander nodded before saying, "It will take a while so…if you'll excuse me." And he left with Harry's items through the floo to his shop.

"Harry, I don't think I've ever seen that man speechless," Sirius said with a smile. "Way to go for being the first."

Harry laughed while all the other's rolled their eyes as he went to sit back down to wait.

"Why didn't you ever tell us you could do wandless and wordless magic?" McGonagall asked.

"As I said before, at first I hid it because I didn't want the attention for doing something that I read was hard for even the strongest witch and wizard to do. Then I hid it so I could use it as an advantage in a fight if I ever lost my wand and my opponent thought they had me."

"But Harry, why didn't you tell us?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry eyed him. "What would you have done if you knew I could do this and how powerful I am?"

Dumbledore blushed and folded his hands together.

"Exactly," Harry said. "Besides, the less who knew the better."

It was silent for a while, in which time Fawkes flew over to sit in Harry's lap, before Harry looked at Severus and saw the man keep glancing at Salazar's journal. Chuckling, Harry scooted his chair beside Severus' and put the journal in the man's lap since his was occupied with a phoenix. "Salazar was quite the inventor. You can't imagine how many journals he has on experiments and ideas he had," he said as he pet Fawkes' chest. "Of course all his journals look the same so it took a while for me to describe which one I needed Sirius and Remus to send me."

Sirius and Remus smiled while McGonagall talked with Dumbledore.

"See right here," he pointed to one passage. "He wrote about the runes he used and how long it took. Unfortunately the wand only stayed a bracelet for about two minutes before it changed back. So," he drawled as ran his finger down until he spotted what he was looking for, "it was here that he got the idea to add the time rune into the ritual. Plus he got the idea to try adding a simple protection charm into it to see if it would help."

"Did it?" Severus asked.

"The time rune helped but not the protection. He made a note here," he said pointing to it, "about that the protections had to go on after or before. He didn't find out until the next page."

"Are all his journals and books in Parseltongue?" Severus asked as he flipped through the journal.

"Yeah," he sighed, "and I'm actually glad for that. Some of the things I've read in his journals or books are downright wrong and evil, and I'd hate for anyone to get their hands on it. Like I said, Salazar was quite the inventor, but it went from good uses to torture, and I'd hate to be at the end of Salazar's wand from what I read."

"Really?" Severus asked with surprise.

Harry nodded. "Not even Voldemort was that bad. I found a few side notes written by Voldemort that said he wouldn't even use the torture. Either he did have a heart in there or he just didn't want to deal with a mess."

Severus chuckled along with Sirius and Remus. "I think it's he didn't want to deal with a mess," Remus said.

"Probably," he said and Fawkes trilled in agreement, making Harry smile. If Harry didn't have Hedwig, he was pretty sure Fawkes would have left Dumbledore for him. But both Fawkes and Hedwig were territorial and they wouldn't be able to share. Harry remembered the one time Fawkes showed up on his bed in his dorm for a visit and Hedwig had been there. Harry didn't think he's ever seen his owl look so pissed before. And that was the last time those two have ever been near each other.

"Did…did he have potion journals?" Severus asked.

"Of course he did," Harry said without looking up but had to hide his smile because he knew what Severus wanted. But judging by the way Severus didn't say anything else, he wasn't planning to ask any further questions not that he was surprised. Severus wasn't a man who asked for favors or for anything that much and asking Harry if he could translate the potions books for him wasn't something he was going to ask. Not that he needed to. Harry had already started working on that ever since he saw them during the summer and he was still working on translating because there were so many and Harry wanted to make sure he translated everything, including Salazar's personal side notes.

That was Severus' Christmas present from Harry.

Conversation moved on until Mr. Ollivander came back through the floo with a huge smile and box. "I finished and it is truly one of a kind. Eleven inch Holly wood; Unicorn blood, healing water from the Elf Realm, Basilisk venom, and Dementor blood as the liquid cores." Harry blinked at that as the others stared wide eyed. "Phoenix feather, Basilisk scales, dragon scales, and wing of the endangered Golden Heart Butterfly core. A true balance of life and death, grace and strength, and you Mr. Potter, are one powerful wizard."

He held out the box and Harry suddenly felt a bit nervous. Fawkes flew back to his perch before Harry stood up and walked to the wand maker. He reached for the wand and gasped as his fingers wrapped around it. He felt a hum and warmth fill his body until he collapsed to his knees and felt like he was going to explode in power.

'Merlin, I haven't felt this powerful since killing Voldemort!'

As the wind died down, a wind he didn't even notice at first, Harry slowly stood up with a huge smile. "Damn Harry," Sirius said and Remus slapped him upside the head while McGonagall gave him the eye for his language.

"That felt fucking awesome," Harry said and ignored Remus and McGonagall's cry at his language. "Thanks Mr. Ollivander. I can actually feel my magic swirling around in me and more controlled."

"It was a pleasure Mr. Potter. And count this free, the experience of making it and watching you hold it first was payment enough. Now I must get back to my shop."

They all bid him farewell and Harry put his new wand in his back pocket. "Sir," he said, addressing Dumbledore. "I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Yes?"

"It seems Draco's been threatened twice and I'm worried. Yes, he has the necklace and he's pretty quick to protect himself, but just the fact that someone's threatening him and intends to hurt him is not acceptable."

"Do you have proof?" McGonagall asked.

Harry nodded and looked to Severus who pulled out the notes. Harry had asked him to bring them with them before they left his quarters. Severus handed them to Dumbledore who ran the test for magical signature but it again came up empty. "Seeing as we can't know by these notes I'm afraid we'll have to wait for them to show themselves."

Harry nodded again. He wish there was something more they could do but like Dumbledore said they were going to have to wait. Harry was just glad Draco was wearing his necklace.

"I demand that young man be resorted," was yelled suddenly.


"He's awake?" Hermione asked after Potions class.

"Yeah," Draco smiled. "The dimwit woke up last night actually but didn't show me until this morning." Of course he was leaving out how Harry showed he was awake.

"Bet you were happy," Blaise said with a smile with his arm around Ron's waist as they made their way to their next class.

"Of course. I could finally slap him for making me miss my classes."

"You slapped him?" Neville asked shocked.

"Yes."

"Man, are you lucky. If it was anyone else you wouldn't be walking."

Draco's eyebrows rose at that. "Really?"

"Yes." Neville looked to Ron and Hermione. "You remember that time Seamus had slapped him to wake him up and he hadn't been able to sit down properly for a week?"

Ron and Hermione laughed. "Yeah and that had been when Harry was asleep," Hermione said. "Harry doesn't take well to being slapped or pretty much touched in any way by anyone that isn't close to him."

Draco had a feeling that had to do with the treatment from his relatives. While he wasn't allowed to protect himself while there due to the underage magic law, he was able to protect himself at school and wouldn't allow anyone to touch him that he didn't trust. Draco suddenly felt very honored to be one of those trusted people to touch Harry and in the manner that he's allowed to touch him.

They reached Transfiguration and they immediately knew it was going to be a long class. McGonagall looked pissed. "Hurry up and sit down everyone, I don't have all day."

"I wonder what's up her ass," Ron whispered as they all went to sit down.


Lunch came around and Harry felt a bit nervous. He was about to be resorted due to the hat's demand. Apparently if the hat demanded a resorting in front of the Headmaster, the intended student, and witnesses, then nothing could be done to stop it. Harry wasn't really nervous about which house he was going to be in since he knew the sorting hat's been trying to get him into Slytherin since his first year, and he was actually pretty happy about it since it got him closer to Draco. What he was nervous about was the reaction of the school because he knew for a fact that it wasn't going to be just him being resorted.

As the Great Hall filled with students, all of them looking at him since he was standing up by the teacher's table after being gone for days, Dumbledore stood up and held up his hands for silence. "Two announcement. First, Draco Malfoy is no longer going by that name but by Draco Black. Second, as you can all see Mr. Potter is back. He has been sick for a few days and has been recovering, but now he's back. In the first time in years, there is going to be a resorting for a sixth year."

The hall filled with talk instantly as McGonagall brought out the stool and sorting hat.

"Silence," Dumbledore commanded and the students did just that. "The sorting hat has demanded a resorting in front of myself, Mr. Potter, and witnesses, so Mr. Potter if you will?" he asked holding out his hand for him to go to the stool.

"I demand I be resorted too!" Ron cried from the Gryffindor table as Harry took the hat in his hand.

"Me too!" Hermione said as she stood up.

"Me three!" Neville said.

"Told you," Harry chuckled to the hat.

"I accept!" the hat yelled and whispered, "As long as I get my hands on you Potter."

Harry chuckled. "You don't have any hands," he said.

"Shut up."

Again the hall was filled with noise. People were shocked and mostly the Gryffindor table was outraged that three of their housemates were asking to be resorted after Harry was demanded to. McGonagall looked ready to have a heart attack as she was about to lose four of her favorite students. Severus looked smug but worried at the same time and Harry had to bite his lip to not laugh because he knew Severus was smug about how he was about to get Harry but worried about getting the other three, especially Neville. Harry looked to Draco and saw Draco looking just surprised.

Dumbledore raised his hands and the hall silenced. "If you three will come up."

"Albus!" McGonagall cried.

"I'm sorry, dear," he whispered, "but I can't do anything as they asked for it and the hat accepted."

McGonagall's lips thinned before nodding and taking the hat from Harry. "If you four will line up please," she said and Harry went to the back.

Neville was first. The hat was on his head for a few seconds before, "SLYTHERIN!"

Gasps were heard, Harry could have sworn he heard Snape choking, as Neville passed the hat to Hermione before stepping aside.

"SLYTHERIN!" again was called for Hermione, again gasps. Harry was sure everyone thought she would be placed in Ravenclaw, just like they thought Neville would be Hufflepuff.

Ron was next and the hat was on his head for a while, longer than Hermione and Ron, and Harry could see Ron was nervous he would be put back into Gryffindor. But a few seconds later the hat called out, "SLYTHERIN!"

Ron passed the hat to Harry and Harry didn't bother sitting down. He just placed it on his head and smiled.

'Well hello."

'It's about time! I am surprised with how much your friends have changed since I last sorted them. Though I'm not that surprised since I saw their bit of darkness when they were eleven.'

'Are you going to get on with it? You've wanted on my head again since first year. You're finally here and you're yapping.'

'Well excuse me! I don't get a lot of company except for Dumbledore and you can only talk about so much with that lemon drop chewing old goat.'

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. 'Yes I'm sure. But can you speed it up a bit. I am hungry, having been asleep for the past five days, and I'm sure you can drop a pin in here and hear it with how quiet everyone is.'

'Yes well it isn't often that I resort students this far into their education and the fact that three of the Golden Quartet just got resorted into Gryffindor's rival is a lot to take in.'

Harry again rolled his eyes. 'And I'm sure you're loving the fact that you're about to send their "Golden Gryffindor" into the snake pit.'

'Of course I am. You should have been there since we first met but me giving in to your little eleven year old pleas, I gave into you. Not now, though I can see that you want to go to Slytherin. I guess that was what I was waiting for. For you to want to go there.'

'Well I want to go now and eat!'

'Alright, alright, touché.'

"SLYTHERIN!"

'Thanks.'

'You're quite welcome. Come visit me some time.'

'Will do.'

Harry passed the hat to McGonagall and Harry felt a little sad because she looked ready to cry. Without much thought, Harry hugged his old Head of House, and was soon joined by the other three. "I'll miss you four."

"We're just leaving the house, not the school," Ron said with a smile.

"I know," she said. Then smirked and turned to Severus. "They're all yours Severus." She glanced at them. "Good luck."

The four laughed at Severus' fallen smirk and after Dumbledore changed their uniforms to show the Slytherin house and informed them that their things would be transferred to the dungeons soon, they made their way over to the Slytherin table.

Blaise quickly wrapped his arm around Ron while Pansy squealed and hugged Neville with a peck on the cheek. Hermione shyly waved at Dean who smirked back. "Don't think I'm letting you go that easily," he said across the hall and had Hermione giggling. Giggling! Harry never thought he'd see the day.

Harry sat next to Draco who was staring at him with wide eyes. "Harry."

"Yes?"

"You're in my house."

He smirked. "Yes I am."

Draco stared a little longer before going to his lunch and that seemed to make everyone start their lunch though the conversations were about what just happened.


At the end of lunch, Harry handed Draco a rolled up parchment, with a Daffodil, and they made their way to Charms. Draco was still in a bit of shock about how Slytherin just had four new students added to their house. And not just any four. The Golden Quartet. The Gryffindors had to be pissed by now about losing their most famous four.

Once they were in Charms and in their seats, it was odd having those four on the Slytherin side, Draco opened the parchment.

~Draco

After you saw my scars, something as you know only a few know and have seen, I wanted to tell you that yes I think they're hideous and I was worried about how you would feel after seeing them, but you make me feel beautiful. Something no one has been able to do before.

You make me feel beautiful,
When you touch me.
In your own special way,
So gentle and kind.

You make me feel beautiful,
When you smile at me.
Your eyes fill with laughter,
And a grin spreads on your face.

When you say my name,
I feel beautiful inside.
Your voice touches my heart
And I belong to you entirely.

And when I make love to you,
I come alive.
I see myself in your eyes.
And I am beautiful.

You're the only one for me Draco and I intend to be selfish and keep you.

Yours, and only yours,

~Harry

"Damn," Draco whispered as he watched a teardrop fall on the parchment. Luckily it didn't fall on any of the writing. Harry was now making him cry. He quickly wiped away the few tears he had and rolled the parchment back up with the flower inside.

Draco felt his heart expand with warmth and love and he felt like it was going to explode.

He could just see it. Draco Dies By Love From Boy-Who-Lived. The scandal.


They all made their way to the Slytherin common room and went up to their dorm to change out of their school uniform. Three extra beds were added to the room for Ron, Neville, and Harry.

"Alright, first rule," Theo said. "If you four are going to go at it in here, please for the love of Merlin put up silencing charms and close the curtains. I wish to sleep without hearing those sounds."

"I second that," Neville said.

Draco and Ron blushed while Harry and Blaise just smiled and nodded. As they all finished changing, the girls came in after knocking. Pansy went to Neville's bed while Hermione lied back on Harry's. Theo left to go hang with Daphne and that left them to talk about whatever. They didn't have a problem with Theo or Daphne but they weren't close enough to them to talk about personal or important things yet. "So Harry," Hermione said while watching Harry crawl behind Draco to sit back against Draco's headboard and pull Draco between his legs and back to his chest. Draco was sitting stiffly, as if he didn't want the attention, but Hermione saw differently. He just didn't want to give in which was pointless because he gave in a few seconds later and relaxed back against Harry.

"Yeah?"

"Did Dumbledore make you get a new wand?"

"Yeah."

"Why would you need a new wand?" Blaise asked.

"No particular reason," Harry shrugged. "But it was good I did though because this one was made specifically for me."

"What's it like?" Neville asked.

Harry pulled out his wand and held it out for it to be seen. "I've never seen Mr. Ollivander look so speechless but excited at the same time."

"Why?" Ron asked.

Harry smirked. "Ready to hear what it is?" They all nodded and Hermione was excited because she knew it had to be a lot and interesting cores to make the never surprised wand maker speechless. It was like trying to make Dumbledore speechless which was hard. "Eleven inch Holly wood; Unicorn blood, healing water from the Elf Realm, Basilisk venom, and Dementor blood as the liquid cores." Hermione gasped as the others stared wide eyed. "Phoenix feather, which Fawkes personally gave me, Basilisk scales, dragon scales, and wing of the endangered Golden Heart Butterfly core. 'A true balance of life and death, grace and strength, and you Mr. Potter, are one powerful wizard.'"

"He wasn't kidding Harry," Neville said.

"Seriously," Blaise said. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Dementor's blood?"

"Forget that!" Draco practically yelled. "What about the Golden Heart Butterfly? I've never heard of anyone having that in their wand but I've heard of it being used in a potion. A powerful healing potion. Someone who can make that healing potion can sell it for a lot. I'm talking enough to send a kid to school and still have some left over."

"Well," Harry said blushing. "Anyway, it feels great. I thought I was going to have an orgasm when I first held it, it felt so good."

Everyone laughed at Harry's description and Draco's blush when Harry whispered in his ear.