Title: Truths
Series: Lies in Redemption 6/?
Author: Althea
Feedback: althea@alexandria.cc or FF.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Summary: Can two enemies find redemption in each other? Or will they be forever alone with the burden of others expectations.
Warnings: AR, Slash(Yaoi), possible OOC including dark!Dumbledore
Spoilers: All five books
Author's Note: Will be multi-parter will try to get at least one chapter out a week. Sorry will work as fast as I can but I have RL concerns as well. A two year old son, husband who works full time and goes to school and school myself. Will definitely finish this though I don't know how many parts it will be.
Archiving: Beloved Enemies, FF.net, all others just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
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As Tom entered the room he looked right at Harry. Now that he was here, he had no idea how to proceed. He knew Harry needed to hear the truth, and hear it from him. He should have waited though. He was just so eager. If only all those fools could see him now! The horrible nasty Dark Lord, eager! You Know Who angsting over how to tell Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, something! The others in the room were starting to stare. Tom shook himself out of his daze and smiled a very beautiful if somewhat strained smile.
"Hello, Harry. How are you?"
Harry stared at Tom unsure of what he was expecting. "I'm good. The others, they said you wanted to talk to me. I think that would be a good idea. I have a lot of questions and I want to know how we're connected. Everyone says we are, but if you didn't give this," he says while lifting his fringe to reveal his scar, "then how?"
Lucius moves forward, "Why don't we all go into the Study and get comfortable. We can have some refreshments and then after, dinner will be served." He led them all to the Study and sent a House Elf for drinks. Brandies for everyone, he had a feeling Harry would need it and Draco was allowed to occasionally have liquor. As the drinks were passed out and everyone took a seat, Lucius took the opportunity to watch Harry, unseen.
Tom began speaking again, "Harry, please let me explain first, before you ask questions. You may find that I answer some of them with my story. I will tell you everything that I know. I realize that a lot of information has been kept from you, but that will end now. They didn't tell you because I should be the one to tell you. I am going to begin at the beginning. Some of this you may know, be patient.
I am the Heir of Slytherin through my mother's line. She was a very powerful witch named Esmerelda Tanith. She had always loved muggle culture and one day she met a very handsome and well to do young man. He was a muggle and knew nothing of the wizarding world, so she told him nothing. They fell in love and married. She was the happiest she had ever been. She found out she was pregnant and was thrilled with the knowledge. She decided it was time to tell her husband the truth; they were in love so how could it hurt. He left her. He hated her for being a freak. He didn't care that she was pregnant. He said that no freak spawn of her's would ever be his heir. She tried very hard to go on, but her heart was broken. She died from complications when I was born. I grew up in an orphanage. They hated me there. I wished only to have someone, a family or friends. When I got to go to Hogwarts, I was thrilled. So many people, all like me. I was a wizard. I learned a lot about who I was and learned about my mother from her diary. I got along well with everyone, except for one professor. He never liked me at all and I could never figure out why.
I put all of my work into studying, learning magic. I learned any I could both light and so called dark. I excelled at my studies and had enough power to perform spells most people couldn't do even as adults. Still, my transfiguration professor was always working against me. You know about Myrtle and her death. Everyone thinks that the Heir of Slytherin killed her and since I am he, that I killed her. I didn't. It's true though that I did ask Hagrid if one of his creatures did it, but I never accused him. I liked him. He was very, interesting. I suspect someone killed Myrtle to frame the Heir. I don't know why Hagrid was accused, except perhaps it is a means of control. I don't claim to be omniscient so I can't say for certain. I suspect Dumbledore. He hated me and would have possibly known who I was. Hagrid being expelled could have gained him the boy's loyalty for protecting him, or at least seeming to.
I did not murder my father, although I wanted to. I wish I did sometimes. I don't know who did, but then I really didn't care. I do have an aversion for muggles. Wouldn't you if every interaction you ever had with a muggle was bad? My father thought I was a freak and didn't want me. The people at the orphanage could've cared less about me. I do not go around torturing and killing them though. I just feel that the wizarding world needs to protect ourselves from them. Not taking care to hide our existence from them can lead to many bad things. Can I do dark spells? Yes. Do I? Again, yes. But my intent isn't necessarily evil." He looked at Harry trying to gage the young man's reaction. What he had to say next was going to be hard. "Lucius, may I please have a refill here? Top Harry off as well. He may need it."
Lucius refilled everyone's glasses. He sincerely hoped this went well. He knew what Tom had to be broaching next. It was a touchy subject, and no one who had grown thinking what Harry had about Tom, was likely to find it believable. Tom was a very sort of dynamic character, always changing. Only one thing ever remained stable in him, his heart.
Tom took a deep breath, "I forgot about Dumbledore, once I left school. I moved on and tried to make a life. I was working as an Unspeakable. It had been ten years since I left Hogwarts. I met a young witch, named Adara Mulvane. She was beautiful. Long strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had attended Beauxbatons. We dated and were married within the year. We wanted children, but it was almost four years before we conceived. We were so excited. Our first child, and hopefully not the last. She was so careful. We wanted this baby so very much. Then." Tom's voice broke as if he was holding back tears.
Harry watched him carefully. He wanted to say something, but the man seemed to be in pain. So much pain. He waited, taking a gulp of the brandy. He saw Tom get himself under control. Tom also took a rather large gulp of the burning liquid.
He steeled himself to go on, "She disappeared. She was taken, eight months pregnant, right from our home. I had wards up; it was someone she never thought to question. I searched for her everywhere. I tried to find her but I couldn't. As her due date approached I prayed that she and the baby were alive and well. That just maybe she was getting medical care. Through the ministry I had so many tools at my disposal and none of them could bring back the most important people in the world to me. Ada was missing and presumed dead. My child was unaccounted for. I was lost," he paused here for a long draught of brandy, "Then six weeks after she was taken, we found her body. She had been sliced in so many ways. She was battered and broken. There was no sign of the baby, living or dead. We searched, but we didn't even know if the baby was male or female. I had lost my sweet Ada, and might never find my baby.
The years went by and I started to suspect who had taken my wife and child. He was working against me. Trying to discredit me. Trying to make it sound like I killed Adara. Dumbledore made me into an evil figure. He even came up with that Voldemort moniker. I knew that he must know where my child was if he or she was still alive. I prayed that it would prove to be so. I had friends, members of my own house when I was Hogwarts who still remained loyal. Slytherins may be a lot of things, but they are loyal to their kind above all else. Then, one day I was feeling so close to finding my child. I had searched all students at Hogwarts that might have the right birth date to be my sweet Adara's child. That is when I found her. Except for her hair and eye color she was my Adara. Her birthday was possible. So I asked some friends to arrange for me to meet her, but my plans fell through. She soon finished her schooling, all the while my reputation getting worse and worse. I learned all I could of this beautiful girl who was my daughter.
I never got to meet her. She was killed as was her husband. She was taken from me yet again. She had a child. A boy. He was hidden away. Can you guess? Do you know now? Your mother, Lily, was my daughter. She had my green eyes and hair a deep red, but otherwise looked identical to my Adara. Dumbledore hid her away with a muggle family. She was never told she was adopted. She believed she was muggleborn as did everyone else. She was not. She was Heir to an ancient line, a witch of enormous potential. It was kept from her. Your family was killed Harry, because you were a danger to him. By marrying a Potter, Lily had united to lines of magic so ancient that few even remember their true origins. Their offspring would have more power then anyone now alive, anyone since Merlin himself.
You, Harry, are my Grandson. The son of my daughter. Heir to both Slytherin and Gryffindor, and hence to Merlin. Merlin's line diverged into four branches. Those four branches became Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. The latter two lines have since died out; you are all that is left of these lines. I know I can not offer you much, but I am your family." He stopped then and waited.
Harry could not process what he had just heard. Tom was his Grandfather? His mother wasn't muggleborn? He was descended from Merlin? "I'm your Grandson? Who killed my parents?" he finally asked hesitantly.
Tom answered him quietly, "Yes, Harry, you are my grandson. We don't know. We only know Dumbledore was behind it."
Harry looked up, "So I'm not related to the Dursleys? They aren't my family? Why did I have to stay with them? Do I have to go back?"
Tom decided not to get to excited about Harry's last question yet and just answer him starting with the first question. "No, you aren't related to any of them. Petunia and Lily weren't sisters. Dumbledore placed you with them because you didn't die and his lie left him that option. They were a way to control you. He didn't want to try doing to you what he did to me when he perceived me as a threat. He only turned someone who could care less what he did into an enemy. One he was having a good deal of trouble getting rid of. You were an even greater threat. The prophesy told that you would defeat him, so he tried to get rid of you. When that didn't work, he decided to control you. He placed you in a bad environment and then waited, setting himself up as your savior. You don't have to stay with them. If you would like..you could stay with me. I will, of course, understand it if you are uncomfortable with that." He looked up hopefully, that is if you knew what to look for.
Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't want to go back, but he hardly knew Tom. Until a couple of months earlier, he believed Tom was his enemy out to kill him. He knew that wasn't true, mostly because his own mind, his own heart told him it wasn't. "I need to think about that. If you are my only family, I want to say yes. I don't know you very well though and this is a lot to think about. Give me some time. Please."
Tom spoke reassuringly, "Take all the time you need. We can get to know each other over the holiday and perhaps in the coming months. If then you feel comfortable, we can decide what to do. I am not trying to pressure you. We will find a place you are comfortable staying, even if it isn't with me."
Harry smiled, "I am going to skip dinner. I need to think. Goodnight everyone." A chorus of goodnights followed him out the door.
Lucius stood, "Well that went fairly well. Why don't we have dinner?"
Severus joined him by the door, "I think that would be a good idea."
Sirius decided to ask Tom a question that had been bothering him, "If Harry isn't ready to move in with you, would you consent to let him stay with me?"
Tom smiled at the younger man, "Of course, Siri. You and I are all the family he has left."
Draco moved to his father. "I am going to go up and talk to Harry. I will join you shortly in the Dining Room." With that he headed up the stairs.
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Draco knocked on Harry's door and waited for a response from within. Harry told him to enter and when he did he saw a very tired and dejected figure in the dim light. He moved closer to Harry and knelt down. "Harry, are you alright? I know that was a lot to learn, but just take it one step at a time."
Harry stared unseeingly, "I just need time to think about that. I already knew Tom hadn't been responsible for my parents' deaths. I just need time to get to know him, he is my grandfather. I have a real family. It will sink in eventually. At least now I know why I have the abilities I do. Right now I'm just being pathetic. Hormones are getting the best of me and I feel the need to indulge in some angst."
Draco smiled then, "You're angsting about my father aren't you? Listen, the dreams you told me about, they were about my father weren't they?"
Harry blushed crimson, "Yes. I can't stop thinking about him."
Draco looked at Harry carefully. "I thought so. Did he say anything last night to let you know his feelings? Anything at all?"
Harry frowned, "No. It just sort of happened. We were kissing and well anyway you get the idea. I did zone out for a bit though. He was talking when I did. He must've been letting me down then and I missed it. How did you know? About the dreams I mean."
Draco looked around a bit, "Well, I have dreams too, you know. I have to get down to dinner. Goodnight." Draco hurried out. He was not ready to tell Harry about those dreams! He made his way down to the Dining Room.
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Meanwhile, in the Dining Room, the adults were discussing Harry. Tom was worried that years of lies would cause Harry to never trust him. He loved Harry so much as he was all the family Tom had left. Sirius assured Tom that he would come around. After all, when he first met Harry, Harry thought that he had been responsible for Lily and James' deaths and that he wanted him dead as well. Within an hour, he believed Sirius that he was innocent and was ready to live with him. It was probably just all the shocks that were making things so hard on Harry. Severus agreed, albeit reluctantly with Black. He remembered well that night and to go from hating someone to saving them in one night, showed and amazing capacity for understanding and adapting in the boy.
Through all this, Lucius just looked miserable. No one asked him why. They figured if he wanted to talk he would. Draco came in soon and said Harry was fine. He just needed some time to think. He asked Lucius if they could speak privately after dinner. Lucius consented, and they all set about to eat. They made plans to watch Harry and Draco play some Quidditch the next day. They ate in relative silence now that Draco was back.
Draco met his father right after dinner. He had to knock some sense into the man. He knew Harry was hurting and he would not let his father ruin this. They were perfect for each other. He had to believe that, otherwise his own happiness might be at stake. He sat across from Lucius and waited for the other man to look up at him. "Father, you have to make things right with Harry. He is up there hurting. Not because of Dumbledore or Tom or Sirius, but you! He thinks you were trying to let him down last night, and blames himself for zoning out."
Lucius looked surprised, "What are you talking about? I told him I loved him!"
Draco sighed, "Yes but apparently he didn't hear that! Then you go ignoring him."
"Wait, what do you mean he didn't hear me? He was right next to me!" Lucius interrupted.
"Father, he said something about it all just happening and he zoned out and only woke up at the end of what you were saying. He thinks what ever you said was a let down, and then you ignore him and well.he is heartbroken."
Lucius looked surprised again, "He was that upset? He didn't hear me?"
Draco spoke exasperatedly, "No, Father. He didn't hear you. He is crushed. This morning he was floating around here like someone gave him Gringotts now he looks like he is a puppy someone kicked too many times. Go to him. Explain!"
Lucius didn't bother answering he just rushed out and started running up the stairs. He got to Harry's door and knocked loudly. Without waiting for an answer he opened the door and went in. Harry looked up expecting Draco and jumped up nervously when he saw Lucius. Lucius slammed the door behind him and then turned to look at Harry.
"Harry, I am sorry."
Harry was now very confused, "Sorry for what? Oh, you want me to leave! You don't want me to stay here. N-no problem. I'll be out tonight. I'm sorry for causing trouble." He said getting quieter with each word.
Lucius was distraught that his angel thought he wanted him gone. Had no one ever treated the boy any better? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and answer Harry he tried again. "No, Angel. I don't want you gone. You haven't caused any trouble. I meant I was sorry for how I behaved this morning. I said some things last night, which I thought you heard and just ignored. Draco set me straight. You never heard me. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you."
Harry looked up, a glimmer of hope sparking in his eyes. "You called me angel! I didn't hear what you said last night except for the word angel. After I, after you," Harry blushed trying to get it out, "well I had never done that before, I sort of whited out. What did you say? Was it really bad? I'm sorry I should have paid more attention."
Lucius smiled at his angel, "It wasn't bad, Angel. I should have realized what happened." He walked over and took Harry in his arms, cupping his angel cheek, "I said that I love you, Angel. I love you and I will protect you. You are mine. Forever."
Lucius then bent and kissed his angel sweetly. Harry kissed him back. The world stopped.
TBC
Ok so you have some answers! I will be posting the next chapter before 8 am EST Saturday. It will be major Lemon! After all, our boys have to have some fun! Questions answered, but we still don't know who killed Harry's parents! And who is Draco dreaming about?
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Series: Lies in Redemption 6/?
Author: Althea
Feedback: althea@alexandria.cc or FF.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Summary: Can two enemies find redemption in each other? Or will they be forever alone with the burden of others expectations.
Warnings: AR, Slash(Yaoi), possible OOC including dark!Dumbledore
Spoilers: All five books
Author's Note: Will be multi-parter will try to get at least one chapter out a week. Sorry will work as fast as I can but I have RL concerns as well. A two year old son, husband who works full time and goes to school and school myself. Will definitely finish this though I don't know how many parts it will be.
Archiving: Beloved Enemies, FF.net, all others just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
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As Tom entered the room he looked right at Harry. Now that he was here, he had no idea how to proceed. He knew Harry needed to hear the truth, and hear it from him. He should have waited though. He was just so eager. If only all those fools could see him now! The horrible nasty Dark Lord, eager! You Know Who angsting over how to tell Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, something! The others in the room were starting to stare. Tom shook himself out of his daze and smiled a very beautiful if somewhat strained smile.
"Hello, Harry. How are you?"
Harry stared at Tom unsure of what he was expecting. "I'm good. The others, they said you wanted to talk to me. I think that would be a good idea. I have a lot of questions and I want to know how we're connected. Everyone says we are, but if you didn't give this," he says while lifting his fringe to reveal his scar, "then how?"
Lucius moves forward, "Why don't we all go into the Study and get comfortable. We can have some refreshments and then after, dinner will be served." He led them all to the Study and sent a House Elf for drinks. Brandies for everyone, he had a feeling Harry would need it and Draco was allowed to occasionally have liquor. As the drinks were passed out and everyone took a seat, Lucius took the opportunity to watch Harry, unseen.
Tom began speaking again, "Harry, please let me explain first, before you ask questions. You may find that I answer some of them with my story. I will tell you everything that I know. I realize that a lot of information has been kept from you, but that will end now. They didn't tell you because I should be the one to tell you. I am going to begin at the beginning. Some of this you may know, be patient.
I am the Heir of Slytherin through my mother's line. She was a very powerful witch named Esmerelda Tanith. She had always loved muggle culture and one day she met a very handsome and well to do young man. He was a muggle and knew nothing of the wizarding world, so she told him nothing. They fell in love and married. She was the happiest she had ever been. She found out she was pregnant and was thrilled with the knowledge. She decided it was time to tell her husband the truth; they were in love so how could it hurt. He left her. He hated her for being a freak. He didn't care that she was pregnant. He said that no freak spawn of her's would ever be his heir. She tried very hard to go on, but her heart was broken. She died from complications when I was born. I grew up in an orphanage. They hated me there. I wished only to have someone, a family or friends. When I got to go to Hogwarts, I was thrilled. So many people, all like me. I was a wizard. I learned a lot about who I was and learned about my mother from her diary. I got along well with everyone, except for one professor. He never liked me at all and I could never figure out why.
I put all of my work into studying, learning magic. I learned any I could both light and so called dark. I excelled at my studies and had enough power to perform spells most people couldn't do even as adults. Still, my transfiguration professor was always working against me. You know about Myrtle and her death. Everyone thinks that the Heir of Slytherin killed her and since I am he, that I killed her. I didn't. It's true though that I did ask Hagrid if one of his creatures did it, but I never accused him. I liked him. He was very, interesting. I suspect someone killed Myrtle to frame the Heir. I don't know why Hagrid was accused, except perhaps it is a means of control. I don't claim to be omniscient so I can't say for certain. I suspect Dumbledore. He hated me and would have possibly known who I was. Hagrid being expelled could have gained him the boy's loyalty for protecting him, or at least seeming to.
I did not murder my father, although I wanted to. I wish I did sometimes. I don't know who did, but then I really didn't care. I do have an aversion for muggles. Wouldn't you if every interaction you ever had with a muggle was bad? My father thought I was a freak and didn't want me. The people at the orphanage could've cared less about me. I do not go around torturing and killing them though. I just feel that the wizarding world needs to protect ourselves from them. Not taking care to hide our existence from them can lead to many bad things. Can I do dark spells? Yes. Do I? Again, yes. But my intent isn't necessarily evil." He looked at Harry trying to gage the young man's reaction. What he had to say next was going to be hard. "Lucius, may I please have a refill here? Top Harry off as well. He may need it."
Lucius refilled everyone's glasses. He sincerely hoped this went well. He knew what Tom had to be broaching next. It was a touchy subject, and no one who had grown thinking what Harry had about Tom, was likely to find it believable. Tom was a very sort of dynamic character, always changing. Only one thing ever remained stable in him, his heart.
Tom took a deep breath, "I forgot about Dumbledore, once I left school. I moved on and tried to make a life. I was working as an Unspeakable. It had been ten years since I left Hogwarts. I met a young witch, named Adara Mulvane. She was beautiful. Long strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had attended Beauxbatons. We dated and were married within the year. We wanted children, but it was almost four years before we conceived. We were so excited. Our first child, and hopefully not the last. She was so careful. We wanted this baby so very much. Then." Tom's voice broke as if he was holding back tears.
Harry watched him carefully. He wanted to say something, but the man seemed to be in pain. So much pain. He waited, taking a gulp of the brandy. He saw Tom get himself under control. Tom also took a rather large gulp of the burning liquid.
He steeled himself to go on, "She disappeared. She was taken, eight months pregnant, right from our home. I had wards up; it was someone she never thought to question. I searched for her everywhere. I tried to find her but I couldn't. As her due date approached I prayed that she and the baby were alive and well. That just maybe she was getting medical care. Through the ministry I had so many tools at my disposal and none of them could bring back the most important people in the world to me. Ada was missing and presumed dead. My child was unaccounted for. I was lost," he paused here for a long draught of brandy, "Then six weeks after she was taken, we found her body. She had been sliced in so many ways. She was battered and broken. There was no sign of the baby, living or dead. We searched, but we didn't even know if the baby was male or female. I had lost my sweet Ada, and might never find my baby.
The years went by and I started to suspect who had taken my wife and child. He was working against me. Trying to discredit me. Trying to make it sound like I killed Adara. Dumbledore made me into an evil figure. He even came up with that Voldemort moniker. I knew that he must know where my child was if he or she was still alive. I prayed that it would prove to be so. I had friends, members of my own house when I was Hogwarts who still remained loyal. Slytherins may be a lot of things, but they are loyal to their kind above all else. Then, one day I was feeling so close to finding my child. I had searched all students at Hogwarts that might have the right birth date to be my sweet Adara's child. That is when I found her. Except for her hair and eye color she was my Adara. Her birthday was possible. So I asked some friends to arrange for me to meet her, but my plans fell through. She soon finished her schooling, all the while my reputation getting worse and worse. I learned all I could of this beautiful girl who was my daughter.
I never got to meet her. She was killed as was her husband. She was taken from me yet again. She had a child. A boy. He was hidden away. Can you guess? Do you know now? Your mother, Lily, was my daughter. She had my green eyes and hair a deep red, but otherwise looked identical to my Adara. Dumbledore hid her away with a muggle family. She was never told she was adopted. She believed she was muggleborn as did everyone else. She was not. She was Heir to an ancient line, a witch of enormous potential. It was kept from her. Your family was killed Harry, because you were a danger to him. By marrying a Potter, Lily had united to lines of magic so ancient that few even remember their true origins. Their offspring would have more power then anyone now alive, anyone since Merlin himself.
You, Harry, are my Grandson. The son of my daughter. Heir to both Slytherin and Gryffindor, and hence to Merlin. Merlin's line diverged into four branches. Those four branches became Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. The latter two lines have since died out; you are all that is left of these lines. I know I can not offer you much, but I am your family." He stopped then and waited.
Harry could not process what he had just heard. Tom was his Grandfather? His mother wasn't muggleborn? He was descended from Merlin? "I'm your Grandson? Who killed my parents?" he finally asked hesitantly.
Tom answered him quietly, "Yes, Harry, you are my grandson. We don't know. We only know Dumbledore was behind it."
Harry looked up, "So I'm not related to the Dursleys? They aren't my family? Why did I have to stay with them? Do I have to go back?"
Tom decided not to get to excited about Harry's last question yet and just answer him starting with the first question. "No, you aren't related to any of them. Petunia and Lily weren't sisters. Dumbledore placed you with them because you didn't die and his lie left him that option. They were a way to control you. He didn't want to try doing to you what he did to me when he perceived me as a threat. He only turned someone who could care less what he did into an enemy. One he was having a good deal of trouble getting rid of. You were an even greater threat. The prophesy told that you would defeat him, so he tried to get rid of you. When that didn't work, he decided to control you. He placed you in a bad environment and then waited, setting himself up as your savior. You don't have to stay with them. If you would like..you could stay with me. I will, of course, understand it if you are uncomfortable with that." He looked up hopefully, that is if you knew what to look for.
Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't want to go back, but he hardly knew Tom. Until a couple of months earlier, he believed Tom was his enemy out to kill him. He knew that wasn't true, mostly because his own mind, his own heart told him it wasn't. "I need to think about that. If you are my only family, I want to say yes. I don't know you very well though and this is a lot to think about. Give me some time. Please."
Tom spoke reassuringly, "Take all the time you need. We can get to know each other over the holiday and perhaps in the coming months. If then you feel comfortable, we can decide what to do. I am not trying to pressure you. We will find a place you are comfortable staying, even if it isn't with me."
Harry smiled, "I am going to skip dinner. I need to think. Goodnight everyone." A chorus of goodnights followed him out the door.
Lucius stood, "Well that went fairly well. Why don't we have dinner?"
Severus joined him by the door, "I think that would be a good idea."
Sirius decided to ask Tom a question that had been bothering him, "If Harry isn't ready to move in with you, would you consent to let him stay with me?"
Tom smiled at the younger man, "Of course, Siri. You and I are all the family he has left."
Draco moved to his father. "I am going to go up and talk to Harry. I will join you shortly in the Dining Room." With that he headed up the stairs.
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Draco knocked on Harry's door and waited for a response from within. Harry told him to enter and when he did he saw a very tired and dejected figure in the dim light. He moved closer to Harry and knelt down. "Harry, are you alright? I know that was a lot to learn, but just take it one step at a time."
Harry stared unseeingly, "I just need time to think about that. I already knew Tom hadn't been responsible for my parents' deaths. I just need time to get to know him, he is my grandfather. I have a real family. It will sink in eventually. At least now I know why I have the abilities I do. Right now I'm just being pathetic. Hormones are getting the best of me and I feel the need to indulge in some angst."
Draco smiled then, "You're angsting about my father aren't you? Listen, the dreams you told me about, they were about my father weren't they?"
Harry blushed crimson, "Yes. I can't stop thinking about him."
Draco looked at Harry carefully. "I thought so. Did he say anything last night to let you know his feelings? Anything at all?"
Harry frowned, "No. It just sort of happened. We were kissing and well anyway you get the idea. I did zone out for a bit though. He was talking when I did. He must've been letting me down then and I missed it. How did you know? About the dreams I mean."
Draco looked around a bit, "Well, I have dreams too, you know. I have to get down to dinner. Goodnight." Draco hurried out. He was not ready to tell Harry about those dreams! He made his way down to the Dining Room.
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Meanwhile, in the Dining Room, the adults were discussing Harry. Tom was worried that years of lies would cause Harry to never trust him. He loved Harry so much as he was all the family Tom had left. Sirius assured Tom that he would come around. After all, when he first met Harry, Harry thought that he had been responsible for Lily and James' deaths and that he wanted him dead as well. Within an hour, he believed Sirius that he was innocent and was ready to live with him. It was probably just all the shocks that were making things so hard on Harry. Severus agreed, albeit reluctantly with Black. He remembered well that night and to go from hating someone to saving them in one night, showed and amazing capacity for understanding and adapting in the boy.
Through all this, Lucius just looked miserable. No one asked him why. They figured if he wanted to talk he would. Draco came in soon and said Harry was fine. He just needed some time to think. He asked Lucius if they could speak privately after dinner. Lucius consented, and they all set about to eat. They made plans to watch Harry and Draco play some Quidditch the next day. They ate in relative silence now that Draco was back.
Draco met his father right after dinner. He had to knock some sense into the man. He knew Harry was hurting and he would not let his father ruin this. They were perfect for each other. He had to believe that, otherwise his own happiness might be at stake. He sat across from Lucius and waited for the other man to look up at him. "Father, you have to make things right with Harry. He is up there hurting. Not because of Dumbledore or Tom or Sirius, but you! He thinks you were trying to let him down last night, and blames himself for zoning out."
Lucius looked surprised, "What are you talking about? I told him I loved him!"
Draco sighed, "Yes but apparently he didn't hear that! Then you go ignoring him."
"Wait, what do you mean he didn't hear me? He was right next to me!" Lucius interrupted.
"Father, he said something about it all just happening and he zoned out and only woke up at the end of what you were saying. He thinks what ever you said was a let down, and then you ignore him and well.he is heartbroken."
Lucius looked surprised again, "He was that upset? He didn't hear me?"
Draco spoke exasperatedly, "No, Father. He didn't hear you. He is crushed. This morning he was floating around here like someone gave him Gringotts now he looks like he is a puppy someone kicked too many times. Go to him. Explain!"
Lucius didn't bother answering he just rushed out and started running up the stairs. He got to Harry's door and knocked loudly. Without waiting for an answer he opened the door and went in. Harry looked up expecting Draco and jumped up nervously when he saw Lucius. Lucius slammed the door behind him and then turned to look at Harry.
"Harry, I am sorry."
Harry was now very confused, "Sorry for what? Oh, you want me to leave! You don't want me to stay here. N-no problem. I'll be out tonight. I'm sorry for causing trouble." He said getting quieter with each word.
Lucius was distraught that his angel thought he wanted him gone. Had no one ever treated the boy any better? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and answer Harry he tried again. "No, Angel. I don't want you gone. You haven't caused any trouble. I meant I was sorry for how I behaved this morning. I said some things last night, which I thought you heard and just ignored. Draco set me straight. You never heard me. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you."
Harry looked up, a glimmer of hope sparking in his eyes. "You called me angel! I didn't hear what you said last night except for the word angel. After I, after you," Harry blushed trying to get it out, "well I had never done that before, I sort of whited out. What did you say? Was it really bad? I'm sorry I should have paid more attention."
Lucius smiled at his angel, "It wasn't bad, Angel. I should have realized what happened." He walked over and took Harry in his arms, cupping his angel cheek, "I said that I love you, Angel. I love you and I will protect you. You are mine. Forever."
Lucius then bent and kissed his angel sweetly. Harry kissed him back. The world stopped.
TBC
Ok so you have some answers! I will be posting the next chapter before 8 am EST Saturday. It will be major Lemon! After all, our boys have to have some fun! Questions answered, but we still don't know who killed Harry's parents! And who is Draco dreaming about?
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