Harry stretched out over the couch, Draco curled next to him. He gently stroked his sleeping lover's head, replaying the night over in his mind. The wonderful food, the excellent music, and all the friends...
About a month ago, Minerva had asked Harry and Draco to host a last week party for the teachers. Of course, they had agreed. They worked, toiled, planned, reserved, and swore for only the best. Apparently, their efforts had paid off, everyone left happy. Even the accident prone Neville left in one piece, and happy, too. Only three people failed to appear, but no one expected them to, anyway.
The two of them had spent the last hour cleaning, returning items to original locations, and washing dishes. Then, deciding to rest a moment before finishing, they laid on the couch for a nap. But Harry couldn't sleep, for reasons unknown. He just felt a great unease, somewhere at the pit of his stomach, but not quite so low. It was definitely trouble, and definitely close to home. He carefully pushed Draco off of his stomach, and started to head to the bathroom.
"Love, where are you going?" Draco sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Damn, he looked sexy when he was tired...
"I gotta piss, Drake."
He smiled at the sarcasm. "Go forth. To the potty, Potty!"
Harry grinned, and started to head off again. As he was about to walk out of the living room, he turned back to Draco to make one final remark. "And it's Pot-tae, not-" Harry's scar seemed to explode with pain. He screamed, and fell to the floor, writhing with the hurt that began to course through his entire body.
Draco ran to his side, and tried to help with his pain. "Vamus Doler! VAMUS DOLER! Why the FUCK isn't this working?!"
Suddenly, Harry's pain stopped. He lay on the ground, and gasped for air.
"Harry, baby, are you alright? You got started screaming, and you can't leave me, I need you!" Draco hugged the other man close, gently petting his head.
"Well, now I won't feel any pain for a week, that's for damn sure..." Draco laughed cautiously, but continued to pet his lover's head. "But I don't understand, Draco. Why did my head start hurting like that?"
"Could it have been the stress of the party?"
"Nope. I have had a lot more stress then that. Besides, the only time I have felt anything from my scar was when Voldemort was near."
Draco shuddered at the sound of his name, but who wouldn't after what happened to him? "But you destroyed him two years after our seventh, Harry."
"I know, Draco, I know..."
~*~*~
After his "episode", as Draco put it, from an hour and a half ago, he had refused to let Harry do anything except watch television. "Damnit, Drake, nothing but American imports are on!"
"I don't care, mister. You are going to sit on that couch, and watch those stupid American shows, even if they are elementary!"
"But, Drakie! It's… it's... Cat Dog!"
Draco laughs happily. "Well, then, get it off the American Nickelodeon, you ass!" Harry rolled his eyes, switched the TV to a movie channel, and threw the remote at the silver haired goofball. He caught it easily, and playfully tossed it back. "You may need that, in case an American movie comes on, too." Harry rolled his eyes, and considered how thoughtful his love was. He always had him in his best interest...
A sharp banging on the door brought both of the guys' attention to the house entrance. Harry called out, "We don't have any coats!"
A familiar voice rang from the other side of the door, "Good, I have one already!" Harry leapt from the couch before Draco could stop him, threw open the door, and hugged Ron Weasley tightly around his shoulders.
"Ronny, it has been forever! Why didn't you come to the party? Didn't you get my invite? Come in!" He pulled in his friend excitedly, and noticed two figures still outside. "Well, are you all coming in, too?" The two figures looked at each other, and stepped in cautiously. "Kate, Perce, hell, where's the rest of the gang?"
Ron, he just realized, did not look happy. Almost as if he had come for business... "Harry, I'm not here as a friend from school. I'm here as the Minister of Magic."
Harry looked the three up and down, and realized Percy was carrying something. "Would you like a seat, then, Minister Weasley? Mr. Weasley, Ms. Bell? Can I take your package?" Draco came into the room carrying two chairs from the kitchen. Ron took one of the seats, Katie, the other. Percy laid his package of the couch, and went to stand against the wall. "Draco, three more chairs?"
"I think I'll stay in the kitchen, so make it two." He turned to go back, but Percy interrupted his walk.
"Just one. I'm fine standing."
"Are you sure, Mr. Weasley?" Percy shook his head no, so he turned to Harry, who shook his head once to signify not to bother with the chairs at all. Draco shrugged, and walked into the kitchen.
Ron turned to Harry, and slowly began. A little bit ago, a very dangerous person performed the Killing Curse on a total of eleven people, though one count was not successful."
"Do WHAT?!" Harry shrieked, making Draco run from the kitchen, and into Harry's arms. It took reassuring from all the room's occupants that he was fine, before Draco would, at least, loosen his grip on Harry. Ron shivered slightly. "After seven years of bitching at each other, I still get a little weirded out by you two together..."
"Don't like it, Weasel, then leave."
"Draco..." A warning issued from Harry's mouth, both for Draco's insults, and Ron's encouragement.
"Right-o. As I was saying..." Ron tried to start over. "Hermione Granger has been attacking people. She has performed, successfully, the Killing Curse on ten people, and all at once." A gasp issued from Draco, of both surprise and disbelief.
"A mud blood? But... How?"
"It is a widely known fact that after she killed Harry's aunt and uncle, she ran off with the Dark Lord. We have come up with the explanation that after Harry destroyed him, his powers transferred to her. We believe that Hermione is the new Dark Lord, erm, Lady. Dark Lady."
"So you are saying that Voldemort is definitely out of power, but now, one of my best friends from school is going to take his place?" Harry injected into the conversation.
Ron rebutted, "Harry, do you forget that she was one of my best friends, too?"
Draco just held his head in disbelief, Percy and Katie exchanging looks, and the bundle on the couch beginning to move. MOVE?! "Shit, it's alive!"
Ron sighed heavily. "I swear, you can be the biggest arse in the world, Harry. Of course she's alive!"
"She?"
"Yes, she. Her name is Saia. She will be coming to live with you during summer breaks. At least, if her letter arrives soon."
"Letter?"
"To Hogwarts."
"But... But..."
"Look, Harry. Just accept it. You are going to have to. You are all she has left. Her mother killed her grandparents, and her father. Your cousin. Dudley?"
"Dudley's daughter?! In my care? Wouldn't my aunt and uncle not like that? I mean, they hated witchcraft and shit like that!"
"Harry, who was her mother? The best damn witch at Hogwarts. She will be going there, no matter what anyone else can say."
"Just one thing, Ron."
"Shoot."
"When did the massacre happen?"
He looked at his watch. "About an our and forty-five minutes ago, why?"
About a month ago, Minerva had asked Harry and Draco to host a last week party for the teachers. Of course, they had agreed. They worked, toiled, planned, reserved, and swore for only the best. Apparently, their efforts had paid off, everyone left happy. Even the accident prone Neville left in one piece, and happy, too. Only three people failed to appear, but no one expected them to, anyway.
The two of them had spent the last hour cleaning, returning items to original locations, and washing dishes. Then, deciding to rest a moment before finishing, they laid on the couch for a nap. But Harry couldn't sleep, for reasons unknown. He just felt a great unease, somewhere at the pit of his stomach, but not quite so low. It was definitely trouble, and definitely close to home. He carefully pushed Draco off of his stomach, and started to head to the bathroom.
"Love, where are you going?" Draco sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Damn, he looked sexy when he was tired...
"I gotta piss, Drake."
He smiled at the sarcasm. "Go forth. To the potty, Potty!"
Harry grinned, and started to head off again. As he was about to walk out of the living room, he turned back to Draco to make one final remark. "And it's Pot-tae, not-" Harry's scar seemed to explode with pain. He screamed, and fell to the floor, writhing with the hurt that began to course through his entire body.
Draco ran to his side, and tried to help with his pain. "Vamus Doler! VAMUS DOLER! Why the FUCK isn't this working?!"
Suddenly, Harry's pain stopped. He lay on the ground, and gasped for air.
"Harry, baby, are you alright? You got started screaming, and you can't leave me, I need you!" Draco hugged the other man close, gently petting his head.
"Well, now I won't feel any pain for a week, that's for damn sure..." Draco laughed cautiously, but continued to pet his lover's head. "But I don't understand, Draco. Why did my head start hurting like that?"
"Could it have been the stress of the party?"
"Nope. I have had a lot more stress then that. Besides, the only time I have felt anything from my scar was when Voldemort was near."
Draco shuddered at the sound of his name, but who wouldn't after what happened to him? "But you destroyed him two years after our seventh, Harry."
"I know, Draco, I know..."
~*~*~
After his "episode", as Draco put it, from an hour and a half ago, he had refused to let Harry do anything except watch television. "Damnit, Drake, nothing but American imports are on!"
"I don't care, mister. You are going to sit on that couch, and watch those stupid American shows, even if they are elementary!"
"But, Drakie! It's… it's... Cat Dog!"
Draco laughs happily. "Well, then, get it off the American Nickelodeon, you ass!" Harry rolled his eyes, switched the TV to a movie channel, and threw the remote at the silver haired goofball. He caught it easily, and playfully tossed it back. "You may need that, in case an American movie comes on, too." Harry rolled his eyes, and considered how thoughtful his love was. He always had him in his best interest...
A sharp banging on the door brought both of the guys' attention to the house entrance. Harry called out, "We don't have any coats!"
A familiar voice rang from the other side of the door, "Good, I have one already!" Harry leapt from the couch before Draco could stop him, threw open the door, and hugged Ron Weasley tightly around his shoulders.
"Ronny, it has been forever! Why didn't you come to the party? Didn't you get my invite? Come in!" He pulled in his friend excitedly, and noticed two figures still outside. "Well, are you all coming in, too?" The two figures looked at each other, and stepped in cautiously. "Kate, Perce, hell, where's the rest of the gang?"
Ron, he just realized, did not look happy. Almost as if he had come for business... "Harry, I'm not here as a friend from school. I'm here as the Minister of Magic."
Harry looked the three up and down, and realized Percy was carrying something. "Would you like a seat, then, Minister Weasley? Mr. Weasley, Ms. Bell? Can I take your package?" Draco came into the room carrying two chairs from the kitchen. Ron took one of the seats, Katie, the other. Percy laid his package of the couch, and went to stand against the wall. "Draco, three more chairs?"
"I think I'll stay in the kitchen, so make it two." He turned to go back, but Percy interrupted his walk.
"Just one. I'm fine standing."
"Are you sure, Mr. Weasley?" Percy shook his head no, so he turned to Harry, who shook his head once to signify not to bother with the chairs at all. Draco shrugged, and walked into the kitchen.
Ron turned to Harry, and slowly began. A little bit ago, a very dangerous person performed the Killing Curse on a total of eleven people, though one count was not successful."
"Do WHAT?!" Harry shrieked, making Draco run from the kitchen, and into Harry's arms. It took reassuring from all the room's occupants that he was fine, before Draco would, at least, loosen his grip on Harry. Ron shivered slightly. "After seven years of bitching at each other, I still get a little weirded out by you two together..."
"Don't like it, Weasel, then leave."
"Draco..." A warning issued from Harry's mouth, both for Draco's insults, and Ron's encouragement.
"Right-o. As I was saying..." Ron tried to start over. "Hermione Granger has been attacking people. She has performed, successfully, the Killing Curse on ten people, and all at once." A gasp issued from Draco, of both surprise and disbelief.
"A mud blood? But... How?"
"It is a widely known fact that after she killed Harry's aunt and uncle, she ran off with the Dark Lord. We have come up with the explanation that after Harry destroyed him, his powers transferred to her. We believe that Hermione is the new Dark Lord, erm, Lady. Dark Lady."
"So you are saying that Voldemort is definitely out of power, but now, one of my best friends from school is going to take his place?" Harry injected into the conversation.
Ron rebutted, "Harry, do you forget that she was one of my best friends, too?"
Draco just held his head in disbelief, Percy and Katie exchanging looks, and the bundle on the couch beginning to move. MOVE?! "Shit, it's alive!"
Ron sighed heavily. "I swear, you can be the biggest arse in the world, Harry. Of course she's alive!"
"She?"
"Yes, she. Her name is Saia. She will be coming to live with you during summer breaks. At least, if her letter arrives soon."
"Letter?"
"To Hogwarts."
"But... But..."
"Look, Harry. Just accept it. You are going to have to. You are all she has left. Her mother killed her grandparents, and her father. Your cousin. Dudley?"
"Dudley's daughter?! In my care? Wouldn't my aunt and uncle not like that? I mean, they hated witchcraft and shit like that!"
"Harry, who was her mother? The best damn witch at Hogwarts. She will be going there, no matter what anyone else can say."
"Just one thing, Ron."
"Shoot."
"When did the massacre happen?"
He looked at his watch. "About an our and forty-five minutes ago, why?"