A/N So I know it's been a while and I'm sorry!

DEDICATION:

Anna and Emma for help coming up with the characters.

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DISLCAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did...

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Harry rolled over to find the bed empty and Draco gone. Sitting up in panic, he scanned the room and, when it appeared to be empty, threw the covers to the side and flung himself from the bed. Making his way over to the door, he opened it and glanced down the corridor. When that too proved to be empty, he shut the door and leant against it, closing his eyes and counting to ten. Once he had reached ten, he re-opened his eyes and mentally laughed at himself. He was being irrational, worrying when Draco had disappeared from his own bed, in his own house. Breathing deeply, Harry shook his head and stepped back from the door, walking towards the bathroom whilst shedding his clothes.

Stepping under the hot spray of the shower, he leant back and allowed the water to cascade over him and cleanse him. As he soaped himself up, he thought about the Dark Mark on his chest and how he was going to get rid of it. He knew how it worked, that was the simplest bit, but he just didn't know how to get it off himself. When he took it off Lucius, he never thought about where it would go, just assumed it would disappear – not transfer it to him. He supposed everything had a survival nature, even snakes that were charmed to speak and move. Harry washed the soap from himself and set about washing his hair. The Mark wouldn't go willingly; that much was obvious by the way it grew every time Harry got angry…it was here to stay until Harry figured a way to make it go. As the shampoo swilled down the plughole, Harry switched off the water and let it drop off him. Draco hated the Mark. He might not say as much but Harry could see it in his eyes every time the blonde laid his eyes on the twisting tattoo. Harry never wanted to cause Draco pain but he always seemed to. Guilt swept over him and Harry felt the sensation of greed wash through him as the Mark shifted. Closing his eyes tight, he forced his emotions to calm down before stepping from the shower.

As he wrapped a towel around his waist, Harry caught sight of himself in the wide mirror that donned the back wall of Draco's bathroom.

'Only he would have such a wide mirror in a place where he would be naked more often than not.' Harry thought dryly as he examined the Mark.

It had latched itself over his heart, the tail disappearing under his skin and out of sight. It twisted slightly as if moving in a dream and the tongue slithered out as if to caress Harry's skin. Harry shuddered before examining the snake head. It was like a normal snake would be, just black in colour. Harry looked up at himself and back down to the snake, an idea forming in his mind.

'Wake.' He hissed in parseltongue. As he expected, the snake opened one eye and fixed Harry with a bored look before closing it again. 'I said wake.' Harry hissed again, this time with more force. The snake opened both eyes this time and seemed to glare at Harry in the mirror.

'You wanted me?' It hissed out. Harry felt a surge of triumph at being able to command the snake.

'Why?' The snake blinked twice at Harry before stretching itself over his chest.

'Why what?' Harry stared at it.

'Why did you latch yourself onto me?' The snake yawned before curling up.

'You were so intent on ridding me of my peaceful home on Lucius' arm that I felt it right to transfer to yours…who knew the Dark Lord's enemy was not as good as every one thought?' Harry felt irritation sweep through him and breathed deeply, not wanting to give the Mark the satisfaction of being able to latch onto that emotion and control Harry.

'I'm not evil. You could have chosen any other person in the world to inhabit but yet you chose me. I have little hatred so little that you have to latch on to my heart and steal it right from the core. What can benefit you from doing that?' The Mark chuckled, shifting around as it contemplated its answer.

'Potter, always thinking of other people and how he can help them…always failing to see the bigger picture.' Harry frowned at it.

'What bigger picture?' He questioned.

'Why would I inhabit some low life who only has the desire to be my Lord's most beloved when I can inhabit his enemy and pass him delicate information?' Harry grew angry as he realised the Mark's motives.

'So he controls you? You're like his followers? His servants?' The snake on the Mark reared up at that, sliding up to Harry's neck in anger and sending a fiery pain through Harry. Crying out, Harry gripped the sink and scrunched his eyes shut, not seeing the house elf that had watched the transaction disappear.

'We are not servants?' The snake hissed in anger. 'The Dark Lord has great power. He linked us so we all can report back to him. We are not his servants; we are his greatest source of power. What greater way to spy on his disloyal followers than place one in the Mark they are so desperate to possess?' Harry cut out what the snake was saying when it had mentioned it was the greatest source of power. The thought of having that much power greatly appeased to Harry as he thought of all that he could do. The snake stopped speaking to him and released more of the pleasing emotion it was able to distribute. Harry felt the pleasure of owning that power flood through him and embraced it. He could be more powerful than Voldemort ever was. He'd be able to kill the murderer and reign as he should.

'What must I do?' He hissed out hoarsely.

'To achieve what?' The snake shot back.

'Greater power than your master, the power to control all the snakes that are carried in the mark.' Harry was so wrapped up on the vision the snake had created in him that he missed the sly look the snake gave him through the mirror.

'The Dark Lord fed us his liver to keep us from starving; you must make a great sacrifice, but one greater than his or it will not work.' Harry's mind failed to realise the implications of the task that the snake was asking of him. All he could see was the greatness he could achieve and the murder of Voldemort.

'What must I offer you?' The snake smirked triumphantly but Harry missed it, lost in the vision.

'Your heart.' Harry's mind seemed to disagree with the snakes demand so the creature released more of the pleasure endorphins, making Harry's emotions outweigh Harry's sensibility. Focusing on the feeling of immense pleasure he was feeling, Harry reached for the razor that Draco usually left on the side. Slipping the blade out, he held it to his chest.

'This will work? I will control you and be able to kill Voldemort?' The snake hissed eagerly.

'Yesss,' it hissed. 'Yess, it will bring all you desire.' Harry nodded before raising the blade, ready to strike at his own chest.

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Draco burst into the bedroom, Kinks in tow and headed straight for the bathroom. Flinging open the door, his heart stopped as he took in the sight before him.

Harry was standing by the mirror, a razor blade in his hand, preparing to strike at himself. It was not this that stopped his heart. Harry's eyes were not the green that Draco loved; they were completely black, no other colour. The Mark was twisting and writhing on the other boy's chest, lapping at Harry's neck and hissing. Draco didn't cry out or yell or anything. Instead, he flung himself across the small bathroom and into Harry, sending them both crumbling to the ground in a massive heap of limbs. The Mark hissed beneath them as Harry shook his head as if to clear it. He looked up at Draco and the blonde was relieved to see that Harry's eyes had returned to their usual green.

'Draco…what?' Draco, once the relief of saving Harry had worn off, felt the anger pulsate through his veins.

'You idiot! What the hell were you doing, trying to carve out your heart?' Draco cried as he looked down at the boy he was laying on. Harry blushed and lowered his gaze and Draco felt dread settle in him. 'Please Harry,' he said softly, 'you weren't - were you?'

'Yes.' Harry whispered and Draco gasped.

'Why?' Harry's head snapped around to look at Draco and Draco saw the fire burning in the other boy's eyes.

'Because if I carved out my heart and offered it to the snake on my Mark, it would be a greater sacrifice than that of Voldemort's and I would be able to control all the Dark Marks and kill Him.' Draco just stared down at him speechlessly.

'How did you find this out?' He whispered.

'The Mark told me.' Harry admitted quietly. Draco felt the fury flood through him again.

'Have you learnt nothing? You never trust a snake Harry.' Harry stared at Draco defiantly.

'I trust you.' He said simply. Draco felt his love for Harry swim through him but anger took precedence over it.

'But I'm not a Mark and I don't want you dead.' He replied.

'Don't you?' Harry asked softly. Draco gasped and pulled himself off Harry.

'Harry, I have proven my love for you more than enough times, if you think I want you dead then what the hell are you doing with me?' Draco bit out. Harry stood slowly and chuckled. Draco crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his lover. 'I don't see what is so amusing Potter.'

'You. You're so adorable Draco.' There was a pause at which Draco stared at Harry before the younger boy lowered his gaze. 'I woke this morning and you were gone.' Harry's voice quietened toward the end as he looked down at his feet. Draco felt relief flood through him and smiled softly.

'I was downstairs greeting some guests.' Harry raised his eyes to meet Draco's and smiled.

'Do I get to meet them?' He asked eagerly. Draco smile widened and he shook his head at Harry's immaturity.

'Of course, just get dressed before hand.' Harry looked down at himself and blushed again.

'Erm yeah…' He said before stepping past Draco and walking into the bedroom. Draco smiled at him as he left the room and, once Harry was inside the bedroom, looked down at the razor with a glare. Bending down, he gripped it and snapped it in half, slicing the tops of his fingers in the process, and tossed it into the bin. With a satisfied nod, he washed his hands and followed Harry through to the bedroom.

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'So who am I meeting?' Harry asked again as the stood outside the Great Lounge doors. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.

'I've told you before so now you'll have to wait until I introduce you.' Harry stuck his tongue out at them and Draco smiled before pulling the doors open.

Harry stepped into the room and nearly stopped walking as he took in his company. Lucius was standing by the window, looking over the grounds while talking to a tall young man with brown hair. Narcissa was sat in her usual chair by the centre table and opposite her was a young woman. She had dark blonde hair, falling to her shoulders in little waves, stunning blue eyes and a pretty mouth. The dress she wore was a light grey and offered her a generous cleavage but also seemed to flow a little, from what Harry could see, due to her position in her chair. Narcissa was nursing a little girl that was sat in her lap, stroking her hair tenderly while listening to the other woman talk.

Draco shut the doors with a bang and everyone's attention switched over to the two boys who had just entered. The man by the window smiled and made his way over as did the woman in the chair. The little girl just stared at Harry before Narcissa scooted her off and stood also. Draco placed a hand in the small of Harry's back and directed him over to the young woman.

'Harry, this is my cousin, Annalise.' The woman who appeared to be Annalise held out her hand for Harry to take. Harry, unsure of what to do, took it and placed a kiss in the back of it before releasing it. Much to Harry's surprise, Annalise laughed lightly and turned to Draco.

'A right little charmer you have cousin.' She said softly, her voice sounding light and delicate.

'I know.' Draco said, smiling at Harry. 'This is Annalise's fiancé, Alistair.' The young man smiled and shook Harry's hand with a firm grip. Harry smiled back and instantly liked the man, for reasons which he could not describe.

'And this,' Draco said, drawing Harry's attention back to him and the little girl whose hand he had just taken. 'is Emma.' There was a pause at which Draco looked at Lucius, who nodded in return. 'My little sister.'

Harry felt the world had stopped spinning as he looked down at Emma. She was a small skinny girl with long brown hair and a small mouth. The only thing that made it clear she was a Malfoy was the striking grey eyes. She was wearing a small denim skirt with a tight black top which clung to her frame and outlined her curves. Harry cleared his throat before offering her his hand to shake. Emma stared at the hand and looked up to her parents before giggling slightly.

'Silly boy.' She said softly before lunging at Harry. Harry instinctively took a step back but relaxed as he felt Emma's hands wrap around him in a hug. Awkwardly, he patted her back and looked to Draco hoping for help. All thought for asking for help was lost as Harry looked at his lover laughing openly. Emma drew back and beamed at Harry. 'Don't look so frightened.' She said, 'it's only a hug.'

Harry smiled back before nodding and clearing his throat and turning to Draco.

'You have a sister?' He asked. Draco winced and nodded.

'I think some tea is in order.' Narcissa's voice rang out and a house elf appeared by her side. 'Tibby, please prepare some tea for us, we'll take it in here. Oh and ask Jeggy and Lubby to bring in some extra chairs.' The house elf nodded before bowing and disappearing with a crack.

Some time later, they all sat around the small table. Emma sat on the sofa between Draco and Harry, snuggled into Draco's side. Draco had his arm around her but his hand entwined itself with Harry's. Narcissa and Lucius sat opposite them with Annalise and Alistair to their left.

'It all started when the war started. The Dark Lord found out we had a son and marked him to be one of His followers the day he found out.' Narcissa began with a sigh.

'I hated it. I had no desire for Draco to be a Death Eater, I still don't. But what the Dark Lord wants, the Dark Lord gets.' Lucius cut in with anger.

'Except for Harry.' Draco added.

'When we had Draco, we loved him so much that we knew we wanted another child. We just couldn't let Him know.' Narcissa said with a sad smile. 'A few years later I had Emma and we kept her hidden.'

'Draco was sworn to secrecy about it all and we've had her tutored from home. She was staying with Annalise the past few weeks as a reward for working hard.' Lucius added.

Harry stared at them, blinking slowly as he registered the facts.

'Let me get this straight.' He said slowly. 'You had Draco; Voldemort wanted him as a follower. You wanted more children but didn't want the Dark Lord to know for fear of Him marking them too. You hid Emma in the manor and home tutored her and recently she's been spending time with Annalise?' When all the Malfoy's nodded, Harry frowned. 'So why doesn't she have blonde hair?'

'We have no idea. She was just born with brown hair. Lucius thought I'd had an affair but with a few charms, he found he was the only one to touch me so we just accepted it. We Malfoys are not as judgmental as society thinks we are.' Narcissa said with a grim smile.

'And you're Annalise's fiancé?' Harry asked, directing his question at Alistair. The man nodded.

'She's soon to be Mrs Alistair Eckhart…I'd be honoured if you came to the wedding.' He added with pride. Harry nodded too, recognition flaring at the name.

'Alistair Eckhart?' He asked again, the man nodded. 'Aren't you the one who we were supposed to be doing the business deal with a few days ago?' Harry asked with an uncertain look to Lucius.

'Yes Harry he was, I'm a little disappointed you didn't pick up on that before.' Harry scoffed.

'Says the man who warned me about not drinking tea before drinking some himself.' He shot back.

'It's entirely your fault I drank it Mister Potter.' Lucius said amusement in his eyes. Harry didn't see the amusement though as irritation flickered through him.

'My fault?' He echoed. 'So I forced you to drink it?' He challenged the older man.

'No Harry, that's not what I meant.' Lucius said quickly, not understanding the abrupt change in Harry's behaviour.

'Then what did you mean?'

'It was the question of your involvement with my son that made me drink.' Harry jumped to his feet as Lucius shared a worried glance with Narcissa.

'So you don't agree with it? You don't agree with the fact that your son and I love each other?' Annalise and Alistair just stared at Harry as Draco stood slowly.

'Harry calm down.' Harry glared at him.

'Don't tell me to calm down! I'm sick of people telling me what to do! SICK OF IT!' Harry's voice rose to a high pitch and he cried out clutching his chest as pain coursed though him. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, like the very shirt he was wearing was suffocating him. He ripped open his shirt to show the Mark writhing and hissing excitedly on his chest. Everyone gasped. Harry felt wave after wave of pain crash over him as he felt the Mark move. He drew in short breaths, trying to ignore the pain.

'It hurts Dray.' Harry cried, his voice echoing. 'Make it stop please…' he begged. Draco looked to his father for help but the older blonde just stood rooted to the spot. 'Please Draco…' Harry collapsed on his knees and reached out for Draco. 'Help me.' He whispered before slipping into unconsciousness.

Draco ran over to him and laid him on his back as he slid the shirt off. Emma crept closer, leaning over Draco's shoulder. Draco stood and whirled on his father.

'Why did you say it?' Lucius frowned.

'Say what?' Draco howled and threw himself on his father, beating him with his fists. Narcissa cried out and Alistair helped her pull Draco off Lucius.

'That the thought of us made you drink the potion laced tea? Harry hates that people disagree with us. You know how the Mark works Father! It fuelled his anger and made it worse. He has no control over it and now he's unconscious! You help him Father, you caused it! Help him…please?' The last word broke Lucius as he pulled his son into his arms. Draco cried on his father's shoulder.

'I'm sorry Dragon, I'm so sorry.' Draco's sobbing calmed down and he wiped his eyes and turned to face Harry.

'I can't help him. I can't. I want to, I've tried so hard, research and all that, but it doesn't help. He only wants me to help, Dad, why can't I help him? The one thing he asks for, I can't give.' Lucius placed a hand on his son' shoulder and squeezed softly.

'We can't all have what we want Draco.' Draco world around.

'Then I'll give up my happiness for his. I don't care if I'm miserable for the rest of my life, so long as he's happy. I don't care.' Lucius stared at his son gobsmacked.

'Why…why would you give so much up for him?' He asked softly. Draco stared him in the eyes.

'I love him.' He said softly. Lucius opened his mouth but didn't get chance to speak.

'Dray!' A small feminine voice called him over. Draco went to Emma's side where she was examining the Mark on Harry's chest. 'The Mark consists of a skull and snake entwined yes?' Draco nodded. 'Then why does Harry only have the skull?'

Draco looked down at Harry's chest and saw that the snake had indeed gone. Draco turned around to look at his father, fear evident in his eyes.

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A/N So there it is and I hope you liked it!

What's more shocking...Draco's sister, or the Snake leaving?

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