Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.
Warning: SLASH...yummy
Love, by Accident: Discussions
Harry and Draco walked downstairs when they assumed the fight had ended, for now at least.
Lupin was in the living room sitting on the couch with his hands over his face. "He's in the kitchen," he said without looking up, before Harry had the chance to word the question.
Draco followed him into the other room, where Sirius was standing over a broken plate holding a cup of coffee. "Anything we can do?" Harry asked.
His godfather looked up. "Have a seat Harry, Draco, I'd like to talk." They all sat at the table. "Would anyone like something to drink?"
Harry shook his head, "Coffee, but I can get it," Draco said.
"Don't be silly, after all, it's my house, it would only be proper for me to serve you." And with that he took out a mug and poured some coffee. "How do you like it?"
"Black," Draco said as Sirius handed him the mug and took a seat across from them.
"Sorry if we woke you this morning," he began, "But as you can imagine Remus and I are having some problems," his eyes flicked to the shattered china on the floor. "But what I wanted to discuss was you Harry."
Harry looked up, "Me?" he asked confused.
"Yes you, I want to know what's happened in the last year, obviously you've made some major decisions in your life," he looked over at Draco and smiled. "I want to know what else is going on."
So for half an hour Harry told Sirius about things, Draco, Ron, school, Quiddicth, everything and another. Finally when he'd finished he looked over at him, "What about you, what happened to you?"
Sirius looked into his coffee mug, "It's a rather complicated story that I'd only like to tell once, so when Dumbledore comes, I'll make sure you're there to hear it."
Harry smiled weakly and Draco squeezed his leg under the table.
"I suppose Lucius will be arriving shortly."
"Probably," Draco said getting up to put hi mug in the sink.
"So, am I to understand that you two used to hate each other? And now you're madly in love?" Sirius asked.
Harry smiled, "I don't know about madly-"
"Yes, madly," Draco cut him off. "And it was more of a rivalry forced upon us by our differences." He walked over and put his arms over Harry's shoulders, leaning on the back of his chair.
"Which were...?"
"Slytherin and Gryffindor." The blonde said plainly.
"More like a father who worked for the Dark Lord and The Boy Who Lived," Harry corrected him.
"Well, you make the perfect couple if I've ever seen one," Sirius said smiling.
"Your going to work things out with Lupin, aren't you?" Harry asked, suddenly worried.
"Of course Harry," Sirius said. "We both just need some time to cool off. Besides, we have too much between us to let some girl ruin our entire relationship."
Harry nodded, a bit more reassured and Draco kissed him on the check, "Told you," he smirked.
"That's what you do," Harry said.
Sirius smiled and walked into the den, hearing Lucius enter the house.
"Black," Lucius smiled.
"Malfoy," Sirius folded his arms over his chest and leaned on the doorframe.
"Oh man, Beallatrix was boasting for months after she 'killed' you," Lucius laughed.
Sirius looked at him, "Is that supposed to be funny?" he asked.
"Yes, actually, because you're...oh come on Black are you that dense? You're alive, she never actually killed you." Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Bloody hell, Voldemort used the Crusiatus Curse on her because she wouldn't shut up about it."
Now Sirius smiled, "Well that's a relief." He took a seat in a chair and noticed Lupin pointedly avoiding his gaze.
"Anyway, I'd enjoy a detailed account of your escape from 'The Veil' as everyone so dreadedly calls it in this house." Lucius said sitting in a chair next to Sirius.
"As I explained to Harry and Draco, I'd like to wait until Dumbledore arrives to tell that story." He leaned back. "But I would like to hear about how you escaped Azkaban. Seeing as I'm sure you can't turn into a dog and dig your way out-"
"So that's how you did it," Lucius exclaimed.
"How did you?"
Harry and Draco walked in and sat on the couch with Lupin. "Well, first I upset the Dementors to the point where they decided I was better off being given the 'Kiss' before my trial. So, in they came, there was only one actually, and a wizard guard associating him."
"Well, stupidly, no one thought of the possibility of Voldemort teaching his Death Eaters a bit of wandless magic. Which he had. With that I was able to knock out the guard, steal his wand, feed off the Dementor, and waltz out without a scratch. Only to find I was on an island. So I faked my death, and my house received a notification letter, so I just have to stay out of sight until the war and then this will all blow over."
"What makes you so sure there will be a war?" Harry asked, looking at his hands.
"Because there's a sixteen year old with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead out somewhere, who believes everyone Voldemort killed he could have saved. That somehow, all the evil the Dark Lord brings upon us, is his fault. And that Mr. Potter, will bring us to war."
Everyone froze; Harry stared open mouthed at Lucius. "All I'm saying is that you're determination to avenge these people, Harry, will block your focus, and in that key moment, when you're once again face to face with Voldemort, you may not have the strength to kill him."
"I'll be in my room," Harry said before running up the stairs.
"I didn't mean to-"
"We know Lucius," Lupin said. "Harry's just having a hard time with everything," he glanced sideways at Sirius.
"I'll go talk to him," Draco said standing.
"I really didn't mean to upset him, maybe I should go."
"It's alright dad, I've got this under control."
When Draco entered the room he now shared with Harry the Gryffindor was lying on their bed staring at the ceiling.
"Do you believe that?" He asked. "That I'll be the cause of war?"
Draco sat on the edge of the bed and took Harry's hand. "I believe," he began, "That there will be a war, but not because of you. The war will start because of the resistance. There are too many people against Voldemort to let him rule now. He was a threat before, but now...now you're around, you've beat him once, I have no doubt you can do it again."
"That's just the thing!" Harry sat up. "Everyone believes that I'm the one who will destroy him! They never stopped to think that maybe it's not that easy, that I've faced him twice before, once as a child and another time when I was fourteen, and I couldn't kill him then, what's different now!?"
"Now," Draco said, a smile playing at his lips. "You have me."
Harry glared at him a minute then laughed, "You're full of yourself Malfoy," he said falling into Draco's lap and looking up at him.
"But I made you smile," he said triumphantly.