Hello Lovelies,

This chapter took me sometime to read over, I ended up almost changing and rewriting some parts - keep in mind this was written during 2020 and it isn't until now that I've decided to upload, so I've either changed some aspects of the story to fit with the newer chapters I've written or just didn't like how I wrote a dialect or a paragraph. So please, have some patience; enjoy!

I've also placed a new story - please go and give it some love (It's during the Marauders era and deals with a truce initially started by James with Severus, it has a long first chapter and I'm really in-love with the story line so I would love some constructive criticism :), anything helps).

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter.

Warning: Nothing much, OCC of a character - also the title sucks, I could not for the life of me come up with a name.

A Family History Lesson

Remus was no idiot, he hadn't missed the flash of possessiveness Malfoy's eyes had when he placed his arm around Hadrian's shoulders, or the way his husband's eyes tightened at the slight growl. He knew that look; it had been in Severus's eyes during their last year at Hogwarts. He kept his face indifferent as he watched both men leave, but as the painting closed, he snickered.

"Interesting" he whispered as he directed Harry to their shared sleeping chambers.

"What?" Harry asked confused as he walked the cobble flooring allowing Remus hand on his back to direct him around the wall, there he found Sirius sleeping on the sofa, despite in slumber his face held a permanent grimace.

Remus shook his head, "Nothing" he said knowingly, and asked if Harry wanted anything to drink. The boy shook his head as he plopped down, his face going forward to rest onto his hands a deafening sigh escaping. Frowning Remus still reached for two cups and poured tea he had done before searching for Severus. Grabbing for the calming draught he poured some into Harry's cup and walked over sitting beside the young man. "Here" he insisted, Harry looked up and Remus heart broke to see his green eyes so broken.

"Why?" he asked, and Remus sighed.

The question wasn't specific but Remus knew what he was asking and took a deep breath, "the hostility between your father and Albus was known before we started Hogwarts" he reference back to the marauders and Severus, "Your brother told us, after a particular ugly argument between them, as for the details - we weren't informed but we were explained why such anger. Albus was intrigued over Thomas when he had gone to school, at that time Albus wasn't the Headmaster, he was a Charms professor. Dumbledore wasn't stupid he could feel that Tom was going to be powerful, and he was wrong. He excelled in every class, in every spell. He had even gotten attention from the Minister of Magic at the time." He spoke, slowly the tension and anger Harry had inside faded and he stared down at the tea in his hand knowingly.

"Severus explained that Albus didn't advance on Thomas until around his 6th year, when he learned that he had a particular interest in dark arts. Not in anything remotely evil or malicious but the history, Albus held a darker passion for it and was even more pulled by the fact that there was so much power in a half-blood" Remus leaned back, a quick glance at Sirius who snored softly; his hand laid gingerly on the wolfs lower back, "Primarily the reason Albus hadn't confronted Thomas, he still held the beliefs that half-bloods and muggle-borns were considered below purebloods. Thomas was no exception but he tested him, the first time the chambers of secrets was open it was by Albus. He wanted to see if Thomas could master the Dark Arts, by controlling and stopping the balisk killing. Thomas did, but not before Albus had the young girl killed" he stated sympathetically.

Harry felt his face burn with anger; the calming draught Remus had used, not stopping his ire. The bastard, the complete bloody arsehole. How could he stomach the young girls death, to what? To prove a point, didn't it just contradict his beliefs? His hands tightened around the mug angrily.

Remus saw Harry's irritation and continued with a faint smile on his lips, "Despite Albus' attempts to persuade Thomas to seep into his views. Your father knew the man he was; he had seen the things Albus had done. Thomas always declined meeting him, working with him, and at first Albus had ignored him, deciding that he wasn't worth his time and Thomas went on his way. However, your father was one of the brightest wizards in his time; so when he had graduated, he was offered a position in the Ministry, ranking by the Minister. By the time Severus was born, and had gone to Hogwarts he had become Minister. That is when Albus' interest became worse. Owls, untimely visit to the house, even showing up at his work. It just progressed until the Wizarding World knew of the tension between the Minister of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts." He explained.

"What caused Albus to attack?" Harry asked softly.

Remus pursed his lips, "I can't tell you accurately what happened, or what caused it. All I can tell you, it happened days after your father passed the MAL, Muggle Association Law. It was a law for young wizards who either had muggle parents or half muggle and wizard. During the time we went to school, Lily, her parents were only allowed to drop her off at King Cross station and watch their daughter disappear into a wall, after the law was passed it would have allowed muggles to pass by into 9 ¾ quarters. It also allowed for muggleborn families to move into either Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. The law included that muggles would be able to have work available to them, depending their muggle degrees. Some could have even worked at the Ministry. It was Thomas way of integrating muggles into the Wizarding world. He believed despite our mass knowledge, we lacked in some areas," he explained.

Harry's face feel "The complete opposite of what Voldemort empowered" he muttered.

"Yes, Albus was the true Dark lord, what Voldemort believed was what Albus truly thought was right. What his goal was to achieve is unknown. It is most likely he's idea was to create havoc, and fear, the emotions he couldn't create on his own because he knew he wasn't unstoppable." He said.

"Complete bloody bullocks" Harry spat angrily as he placed the cup down.

"Language pup" Sirius said groggily as he groaned on the sofa, his eyes flickered open as brown eyes landed on Harry with a tired glower, "No need for such words" he added as he helped himself up, his glare was much more prominent now as it switched from Harry to Remus who blinked confused, "It wasn't just a calming draught you placed in the tea did you?" he asked with a scowl.

Remus rolled his eyes, "You were inconsolable", yet as he said those words his hand cupped his cheek tenderly, "I didn't want Severus to find you in that state, it would have been too much for him to take" he said, Sirius frowned but sighed and nodded then looked back at Harry who was now pouting as his hands were crossed.

"Oh Harry, I can't fathom what you could be feeling" he said, Harry only swallowed as he looked down watching the loose tea leaves swirl, Sirius watched as Harry's eyes widened as he remembered something and green eyes looked up wide with confusion but also odd excitment.

"Do I have a glamour on?" he asked, "Some sort of charm that wasn't taken off when I received my inheritance?" he asked.

Remus pursed his lips, "No it doesn't work that way, charms are broken and glamour's would have fallen. We would tease Severus, since James looked more to be Thomas' son than he did, but you have always had your mother's eyes." He explained, "Severus I believe has some alterations to his face, such as eye color, Severus eyes aren't a natural brown they were an electric blue, just like Thomas', everything else came from your mother" he explained.

"Mother?" Harry said his voice now grim, "She wasn't in the picture much was she, I remembered a woman that could fit the disruption but she was in one or two memories and they were always disruptive," he said.

Sirius scoffed, "Your mother was a horrid woman" he said, and rolled his eyes at Remus affronted look, "I think Harry's tired of people sugar coating things" at his godsons nod, he continued "She wasn't your fathers mate, not by a long shot. Hadriana was his first and only love, when your father had met her, as fate had it; resulted in a very short relationship. She died; from a disease medwitchs couldn't cure. A year and a half later, he meant Cecilia. She was a refine woman that was adopted into a prestigious family and Thomas decided that it would be beneficial to marry someone of her attire. They never truly loved each other, I had only met her once or twice, and she was always cold and distant. When you were born, she grew tired of faking her love for Thomas and decided to leave" he said.

Harry frowned, "Father never decided to remarry?" he asked.

"No I don't think it ever crossed his mind, you were only 1 when Cecila abandoned you. He had his hands full raising a toddler. Not to mention Severus position at Hogwarts that had Thomas up a wall. He was more worried for his sons than to concern himself in finding another companion." Remus said softly, recalling the visits Thomas would make with Harry when Severus hadn't visit home for a month. "That and I don't entirely see Voldemort as the dating type" he teased.

"Don't knock the man short, Bella was surely obsessed" Sirius stated with a role of his eyes, a grimace going up his spine when he recalled the event at the Ministry, so close, he had been so close to falling through the veil. If Remus hadn't been there to hear his misstep and pull him back; he shook his head to rid his head of the images. "Oh my dear cousin, I hope everything is going well. There was so many things I know she's done" he said, and then blinked his face going pained.

"Sirius?" Remus stood, worried as he felt his emotion plummet.

"Its nothing" Sirius lied turning around but Remus saw as he tried to blink away the tears that formed, "Nothing" he said and sighed in relief when they heard voices come from a part of the chambers.

"It has to be through here" Ronald Weasley's voice reached them, Harry jumped up from the sofa as he turned to his godfathers with wide eyes. Ron, what was his best friend doing at Hogwarts, let alone in the private chambers of his brothers that no one knew excited let alone remembered until today. Mortified he spoke hurriedly in hushed tones to Remus.

"They can't see me!" he said urgently.

Remus looked at him confused, a lot had happened that day but he was certain they had collected Harry from the Weasley's this morning to take him to Gringotts. Then he recalled the conversation Harry had with Severus outside, and sighed - Harry feared that the Weasley's most importantly Ronald would view Harry differently due to his new parentage.

"Harry-" but the boy had darted as the door that connected Severus office opened, stumbling in came one of Harry's friend, Ron looked at them first his hair disheveled and his breathing harsh but he had a determination in his eyes that made Remus smile softly.

"Ronald!" George's voice echoed and Remus blinked at the tone used by one of the twins caught completely off-guard. "You have to knock-" George went silent when he noticed them and blinked sending a glare to Ron, "Sorry Professor," he said grabbing his brother by the arm, "If we are interrupting anything, we're wait outside" he said pushing Ron back towards the door.

Ron let out a pained groan, as he looked at his brother desperate, "George, I need to speak with Harry. He can't go on believing I will abandon him because of Sn-" at his brothers look he continued, "Professor Snape or his father, please" he begged, before George scolded him, Remus raised his hand.

"Its all right George, a lot has happened, we were only speaking with Harry," he said, at Ron's pleading eyes he pointed to the door that held his runaway godson. Smiling Ron rushed over and without knocking once again much to Georges chagrin walked inside.

Harry crossed his arms around his chest as he swallowed, he could hear speaking from the other side of the door and ignore it as much as he could. As he paced the room he jumped when he walked over something that squeaked. Glancing down he scrunched his eyebrows together, and pulled out his wand, "Lumos" he said softly and the room lit.

The sight almost caused him to drop the wand, the room was much more lighter than the chambers, a light green that resembled grass adorned the wall. What made him blink were the child items that lay sprawl around the room. The twin size bed that was in the corner still lined with Quidditch themed bedding; a child broom laid forgotten, leaned against a wooden dresser.

Toys, that weren't muggle were on the floor and on shelves. With a jab to his heart he realized the room must have been his when he would stay with his brother, there would be no other explanation really. His thoughts were confirmed as he walked over to photos and felt tears fall from his eyes, photos of him with Severus, with his father, a rare one of his mother. Some were even with Remus and Sirius, ones with Lily and James.

"Harry" Harry spun around dropping the frame he held in his hand and stared eyes wide at his friend, but as his lips opened what came out wasn't a strong hello but a strangled sob.

"Are you ok?" Ron asked softly, then rolled his eyes, "of course you're not, that was stupid of me to ask. Harry you should know that, my mother she was good friends with your father, she was his Hermione" he explained, and Harry blinked, "I know that I haven't given you a lot of reason to believe that I would be welcoming but I am" he said, "doesn't mean that it would be easy to get used to it; but I know they are good, I mean, there really isn't that much bad people now is there" he said with a faint smile.

Harry chuckled as he picked up the photograph, "No, I reckon there isn't. Kind of surreal really, one day I'm an orphan and wanted dead by hundreds and the other day I come out as having a father and a brother and only being one bad guy. What were the odds that it would be Dumbledore?" he whispered.

Ron blinked at the sudden omission, but he knew it wasn't the time to question it, if he did Hermione would have surely called him daft, "So this was your room?" Ron asked trying to get the sadness from his friends eyes away, "Sure is rad, you had everything that most kids your age wanted, even a toy nimbus" Ron said grabbing the broom.

"It's going to take some time for things to feel normal again," Harry whispered sitting down on the bed, he was surprised to see everything was still clean, as if the room dusted itself but stayed how it was as he had left it years ago.

Ron chuckled sitting beside him, "Harry, I don't think we ever lived a normal life. What normal wizards battle a troll on there first year, or ride a flying car there second. What normal wizards go after a manic that all we've heard killed your parents and wanted you dead? What normal wizard battles a balisk in order to save his friends sister" he said, "No I think, now you have a chance to live a normal life Harry, having your father, your brother. Having everything you were supposed to have," he said.

Harry smiled as he glanced at the moving photo, it was taken just as his brother and his father laughed, showing what he had missed, but now gained, "its going to take some time but, I guess you're right" he said, "Sorry for believing you'd be a prat" he said.

Ron grimaced but patted his leg, "I didn't give you any reason not to, but we're good now. Next time talk to me, don't avoid me" he said with a look, "I'll give you some time alone" he said seeing Harry's eyes wonder around the room, Harry nodded appreciating it.

When the door closed, Harry once again grabbed for the photo, his eyes never leaving the laughing figure of his father, or how genuinely happy his brother looked. He couldn't stop but envy his younger self who sat comfortably between them giggling at something in his hand, his past self was blissfully ignorant of the terror and troubles that was to come.

He instantly recalled when that photo was taken, not in detail of what the day was or why they were out. All he remembered were glimpse of people, his family, Lily, James, his godfathers, all enjoying each others company as he was passed from different set of arms. That photo was taken just moments after his father had took him from James, he had gotten fussy. Harry was sure was just his limit of being away from his parent for too long and was given a flower to look over as they sat down on the floor.

"What's taking Severus so long" he groaned, with his wand he conjured a quick tempus and sighed tiredly, only 2 hours has passed, logically speaking two hours was not going to be enough to convince their father that he was not to blame. What do you tell a man that has killed and tortured thousands of people; that it wasn't his fault? There was no book for that.

Growing frustrated he placed the frame down and stood up. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to see his father. Waiting was torture and unbearable, he couldn't go out there and spike conversation with his friends as if his life hadn't changed drastically. Feeling a moment of anxiety he bit his lower lip, what he was about to do, was both stupid and may get him in trouble.

"Dobby" he called softly.

The elf immediately appeared as if waiting for his beck and call, looking at Harry with expectant sad eyes, "Dobby, do you know where Mr. Malfoy held his meetings with Voldemort?" he asked.

"Dobby knows everything Harry, why does Harry ask?" he said.

"I need you to take me there Dobby, I don't know if Dumbledore took the memories of the elf's as well but Voldemort is Tom Riddle, and he's my father," he said, expecting for Dobby to panic or shake his head rapidly but Dobby only looked down giant tears dropping from his eyes, "Dobby, why are you crying?" he asked.

"Dobby was the Riddle's elf" he sniffed and Harry gasped, "Dobby was there when Dumbledore did bad things to Master Thomas. Elves are very powerful, we can't have memory charms placed on us, I knew Voldemort was your father; I tried to keep him from hurting you, and you hurting him but Dumbledore swore that if I told anyone he would kill the Riddle family; Doppy's Family," he sobbed.

Harry growled and sighed as Dobby jumped, "I'm not angry at you Dobby, you've protected me; I'm sure my father would be very proud of your services. Can you take me to him?" he said, Dobby nodded and took his hand, and without warning they disappeared.

Traveling by elf was very much the combination, of Portkey, Floo, and Apparation, without the dangers of either. You didn't have to clear your mind, or be afraid that it will malfunction or send you somewhere wrong. Although, he would have appreciated the either methods of transportation, the side effects ten-fold - landing outside of iron gates, Harry leaned forward as he spit onto the ground, his insides threatening to come out.

"Are you Young Master?" Dobby asked.

After a few more minutes of controlling his nausea he nodded, and glanced up at a manor mostly overcast with a dark cloud. It was still gorgeous as any stone mansion would look, but the years had done it justice as overgrown grass covered the lawn and weeds traveled up the exterior. "Mistress Bella must be upset, her beautiful home" Dobby muttered to himself, "Can, Dobby go Harry. I would like to gather the other elf's and go to Riddle Mansion and fix it before you return" he said.

"This is the Lestrange Manor?" Harry asked surprised.

Dobby shook his head, "No, the Black Manor, it was given to Bellatrix" he replied, Harry smiled and gave him permission to leave. Taking in a deep breath he went to push the gates but his hand went through as it disappeared like smoke. Blinking he stepped through and felt an odd sensation pass through his body as he walked towards the door.

"I should have known it would have been you" a sultry voice spoke, Harry glanced over to the elder Malfoy that stood at the door, he noticed Lucius had held his wand down, "The wards only alerts when someone enters, those that are allowed only have Black, Malfoy or Riddle blood" he said, "Since mostly everyone of our family is here it only leaves you" he said, "Come, I'm sure I know why you are here" he said softly giving Harry a soft but sadden smile.

"Is Severus here?" Harry asked stepping through, as he did he tried to ignore how close his chest was to Lucius or how the man just radiated heat. Looking up he regretted as grey eyes pierced in his with an emotion he couldn't comprehend, swallowing he instantly looked away and stepped further from the man to keep his cool.

Lucius took a deep breath, "Yes, he's upstairs, is Remus aware that you are here?" he asked after a few minutes.

Harry blinked a hint of red forming on his cheeks, "The visit was kind of on impulse, Dobby brought me" he said missing the grimace the man made at the mention of his former elf, recalling that faithful day he sighed.

"Hadrian" Lucius said and the hair on Harry's hair stood, he liked how his name sounded when he rolled out of Lucius mouth, "About your second year-" he began.

Harry raised his hand, "It was nothing, and you were only following orders I'm sure, and just out of curiosity. You were the one that placed the diary right?" he asked.

Lucius flinched but nodded, "Yes, very observant you are. I can't believe I almost hurt a child," he said rubbing his face, Harry smiled at the sincere regret, "Though it was very clever placing a sock in the book, you did good. Knowing the man I was..." he trailed off, disgust in gray eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's going to take some time to come to terms to what you did, but you have to realize at some point you had no power to stop it. Albus made you be who you had to be in order for his plan to work, the repercussions afterwards well, they only lie on Dumbledore" he explained.

Lucius looked at him and smiled, "We always knew you would be bright, even at a young age" he said, then blinked when he noticed he was staring at Harry for far too long, looking away he took a deep breath, "I'll let Severus know you are here-" at Harry's quick shake of the head he tilted his to the side, "Pardon?" he questioned.

Harry frowned, "It is well known that my father is upset, Severus may have calmed him down but if he knows I am in the building he could regress back to his emotional state and thus close himself in a room again. When they are ready they will come down, I'll be here waiting" he explained, Lucius took a deep breath but nodded.

"Very well, you should send a patronus to Lupin before he worries" he advised, walking out to find his wife.

Harry grimaced but nodded taking his wand out and muttering the spell necessary, as the words left his mouth so did a silvery substance from his wand until a ghost like figure of a stag, "Take this message to Remus Lupin, I am safe, at Black Manor" as he finished the animal galloped away disappearing through the front door.

Now he was left alone, alone with his thoughts. He could feel the magic lingering in the house and wondered if it was his father, he could just imagine what could be going through the man's mind. Finding out that you were reduced to a monster, a monster that fed from fear and disappear. Walking around he glanced at the paintings that were now solemn, blinking he wondered if paintings could be spelled to forget or to keep silenced like the elves.

"I should be surprised that you are here, but after Longbottom's appearance nothing can surprise me now really" a similar drawl took him out of his thoughts, his body tensed at the familiar feeling of hatred that formed in his chest but he closed his eyes and concentrated on his thoughts. The voice didn't have its usual bitter tone, nor was it condescending.

Taking a deep breath he turned and blinked when he saw directly into Draco gray ones - instantly the feeling in his stomach lightened and his brained registered Draco as someone he loved and cared for. Eyes widening he turned to look at anything, but knew Draco must have experienced it as well when he heard the blond boy gasp.

"You're my fathers mate" Draco whispered breathlessly as he leaned against the wall, "Oh could this day get anymore fucked up!" he growled and whimpered when Harry unwillingly hissed at him.

"Language" he scolded and gasped his hand going to his mouth, "I don't know why I said that" he said almost to himself, his eyes wide as he tried to understand what was happening and why the boy he basically despised was now suddenly so important to him, he could feel it, tugging on the inside.

Draco scoffed but remained looking down as he spoke to him, "It's the bond, Harry" Draco stressed out, "The veela inside of me acknowledges that you are the mate of my father, which in turns creates a familiar bond between us" he explained through tense teeth, Draco noticed Harry's shocked expression and stilled body and sighed, "There is nothing you can do about this bond, its not reversible, nor could it be charmed to go away, it was meant to make the transition as smoothly as possible, Veela's find their mates when ever, be it at a young age or even after they are married with children. If that is the case, the veela creates bond with the mate of their parent to make the transition smoother" he explained.

"No, this is wrong!" Harry shook his head but gasped when a sharp pained went through his chest; he looked directly at Draco who was trying to cover a wounded expression and knew his words were taken wrong. Without hesitating Harry made his way to the boy and took his face in his hand, his mind wanted to take the hand away but his heart won the battle. "I didn't mean it that way, that wasn't my intention" he said and finally let the bond take over, "I don't want you to be obligated into this, I think we've been obligated into enough of things" he said Draco sighed and nodded, "If you are ok with this, whatever this means" his hand waved between them both, "I wont fight it" he said.

Draco bit his lip, he had made up his mind that he would try to reconcile with Harry before school started again, not having the burden of being his father's perfect pureblood lifted a lot of weight from his shoulders, free'd him, allowed him to pursue other options; befriending Harry was one of them, as well as the Weasley and the mudblood, as Draco finished that thought; he gasped letting out a whimper when anger surged though their bond.

"Don't ever say that word again" Harry hissed not fully in control, when he noticed Draco's reaction he pursed his lips "I'm sorry, I overreacted. Of course you would still use that term, it's one thing having memories back but that mentailty was trained, it won't be easy to drop it" he said at Draco's hesitant glance he sighed, "I would never hurt you, I promise" he vowed though it stung to see the slight fear in the boys eyes, "Before you say anything, say something in you head?" he asked testing something out.

Draco looked at him confused but nodded.

Does this help? He asked and was surprised to hear Harry's own voice inside his head.

Well it seems that a benefit of the bond is that now we can share each other's thoughts, great! Harry said bitterly, at Draco's uneasy glance he sighed, "I don't want to take any privacy or power from you Draco, you still haven't answered my question are you all right with this?" he asked.

Draco sighed, "I lived all my life feeling unloved. I was never perfect for my past father, always a disgrace to the dark lord. My mother loved me in her own way as much as she was allowed to. This may be unorthodox but, having this bond lets me breath, I don't have to do things on my own" he whispered glancing down, "I'm ok with it, as long as you are" he said quickly.

Harry sighed but smiled, "I've always wanted a son, granted I thought my first child would be someone I created or at least held as a child but I'm sure I can make it work" he said with a smirk and Draco blushed glancing away a frown on his face, "What is it?" Harry asked feeling Draco's sudden mood shift.

"My father, its one thing ignoring our past; what of his?", his voice shook.

Harry frowned stepping away from Draco and walking around the room, what did he feel when he thought of Lucius Malfoy? When he said his name his stomach filled with butterflies and he would remember those gray blue eyes smoldering into his but Draco was right, behind all those new emotions still lingered the hatred he felt for the man, the man that almost killed his best friends sister, the man that almost cursed him if Dobby didn't get in the way.

Could he over look them?He was forced, his memories taken, and others were placed in. He was made to be a man of power and wealth, a man that mistreated his son. Harry felt anger at the thought, and which he pushed away when he heard and saw Draco cower at the other side of the room.

He knew in time he could get over it, it would be hypocritical if he didn't. His father was the Dark lord, and his brother Severus Snape, both man made his life a lot more hellish then Lucius or Draco had done. So yes, he knew he would eventually see Lucius for what he is not for what he was forced to be. Just like he viewed the man son as his own.

"I will give your father a chance," he said, "That is all I can give you, but I'm sure it will work out. We were all forced into this life, there is no point in dwelling on it much longer" he stated, Draco sighed in relief but nodded.

"What do I call you?" Draco asked after a few minutes, he was told that Neville was in the building and he felt enormous gratitude when he was told Neville had came to reconcile with Bellatrix, he also thought it was immensely adorable at how Draco became jealous when he felt Harry's pride for Neville through the bond and winked at the now blushing wizard.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused leaning against the sofa.

Draco bit his lip, "The bond is ancient Harry" once again he noticed as Draco stressed over his name, "Which means, it has very strong magic and regulations, calling you your first name or last is a high level of disrespect and my veela is very stressed" he said.

Harry blinked and moved forward horrified, "Are you insulating that you would have to call me Sir?" he asked his eyes wide with mortification.

Draco swallowed, "Yes, or other parental terms, such as father" he muttered dryly.

Harry sat their gaping like a fish as he registered what Draco had said and groaned throwing his head back, "Fate surely wants to make my life much more complicated than has to be" he murmured, "There is no bloody way in hell I'm ok with you calling me sir, for crying out loud you are only a few weeks younger than me, Sir is kind of ridiculous" he hissed, Draco just chewed on his bottom lip nodding at Harry's musing.

After a few minutes of endlessly displeasure Harry let out a deafening sigh his eyes glancing at Draco dejectedly. "Is calling me Harry really that stressful?" he asked, Draco gave him a small nod as he bit the top of his thumb, "Merlin, Draco I don't want to force you to call me father, or dad for that matter, its one thing being ok with the bond forcing you to view me as such, forcing you to respond in such a way, I wouldn't bare it" he said shaking his head sadly.

Draco smiled, he could feel the sincerity through the bond and knew how much it truly bothered him, "Its alright Harry," he grimaced "I'm not embarrassed, the bond doesn't let me be, and I wouldn't be if I could. Being bonded to a veela is very rare only veela children experience this and truth be told, I shouldn't have existed. My father was lucky he was powerful enough to impregnate my mother. Veela's can only have children with their mates" Draco explained.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Draco sighed, "I can call you Papa" he said shyly, "In private, I can endure calling you your name when we are out or when others can overhear," he said softly and Harry heard the after thought in Draco's head causing him to glare at the boy.

"I'm not and will never be ashamed of you Draco," he said firmly then sighed, "alright, if you must call me Papa, only if you have too Draco. I'm sure this is a lot to take in," he stated, Draco only shrugged and turned when a shivery object entered the room, the green-eyed boy grimaced when he noticed it was Remus patronus.

"Honestly Harry! Your brother left clear instructions for many reasons, Sirius and I will be there shortly", Remus's menacing voice faded and Harry swallowed flinching.

Draco's eyes widened when he turned to him, "You didn't tell them you came?" he asked, at Harry shake of his head he winced, he recalled slightly Remus and Sirius and knew that they shouldn't be angered.

The room remained silent as they spoke more about the bond, but they both became silent when a trail of voices reached him; one of them his fathers. He recognized it instantly and was relieved it sounded nothing like Voldemort, standing Draco did as well with a slight apprehension. As the occupants walked into the room, Harry's eyes landed on his brothers first, partly because he couldn't force himself to look at his father fearing his brain would deceive him and he would see what he has always seen, Voldemort. Secondly, he wanted to see how his brother's reaction, it wasn't entirely welcoming.

FIN

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as well as how I wrote Draco; personally I am well aware that book Draco is older than Harry and also has a strong personality however I'm a sucker for the movies and the scene of him crying in the bathroom resonated with me. So, in this story I've tweaked his age (not that it matters since, obviously its an AU and nothing matters but even in AU's writers tend to keep the same ages or birthdays), anyway, I think Draco has dealt with so much and hasn't had the chance to be loved, having an extra father figure even if its unorthodox lets him breath.

Also, who doesn't love the chance to see a protective Daddy Harry, because you just know Harry loves anyone strongly and here is this gray eyed, broken Draco who desperately want's to be loved.

Draco will gain a mate in a later chapter, let see how many correct guesses I get ;)

Until next time,

Adios!