Dragon's tears

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Five

~ 20th March ~

"Harry, why do you fight the Dark Lord?"

"He killed my parents."

"Who told you that?"

Harry looked up at Draco.

"Hagrid, Sirius, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, Moody the Weasley's and a lot of other people."

"Isn't that point of view a bit one sided?"

"I suppose. I guess I've never really thought about it."

"Really? Why not?"

Harry looked down to the ground. They were sitting on the Slytherin rug, which they had moved to the space in front of the fire. Pieces of parchment were spread around them as well as assorted quills, inks and books.

"No one's ever given me reason too. Nor has anyone ever explained why they think different to others."

Draco shifted on the rug so that he was nearer Harry.

"The Dark Lord killed your parents because he was trying to get to you. No hear me out." He added as Harry went to interrupt. "The Dark Lord was after you because of something Dumbledore told him. Dumbledore was testing who his spies were. By letting certain bits of information slip about the prophecy. That was why the Dark Lord was after you. He didn't know about the prophecy until Dumbledore let it slip."

Harry looked at Draco, "But he told me that one of Voldemorts spies heard part of the prophecy and fled when he spotted that Dumbledore saw him."

"That's a lie. And I know that for a fact because that was my older brother. Zio. Dumbledore killed him with a death timer spell."

Harry looked confused, "Death timer spell? Whats that?"

"It's the killing curse only modified with the timer spell so that the caster can set it off. However it has a time limit. Once the spell has been placed they have only 48 hours to release the spell otherwise the caster dies instead. It's a Dark Art spell."

Harry was in shock. He quickly went over everything he had already heard from the Order and ministry and then joined it with what Draco had just told him. It made sense. The Order's version was just to perfect. To flawless. To planned.

His face consorted into a scowl. Anger flashed in his eyes.

"Harry?" Draco asked cautiously. He rested a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry jumped and looked at Draco. Tears were beginning to form in the emerald eyes.

Seeing this Draco pulled Harry towards him and held him close as the dark haired boy cried out all the pain and hurt that he had bottled up ever his entire life.

An hour later Harry pulled back and once again his eyes flashed in anger.

"How dare he!" he hissed, Draco looked startled. He had never seen nor heard Harry so mad before. "How dare that conniving old snarky bastard! I hate him! If it weren't for him I would have a family! I would have Sirius!" his voice turned to a harsh whisper. "I'll kill him for ruining my life all over again."

Draco didn't need to ask whom he was going on about. It was clear.

"We will. I promise. Dumbledore will die. I promise you Harry."

Harry looked up at Draco again and an evil look came to his face.

"I will hold you to that Dragon."

Draco smirked, "I have no intention of breaking it either." And then Draco leaned in and captured Harry lips with his own. This kiss was unlike any they had previously shared. It was passionate and lust from both boys filled the room. Hands wrestled with robes and clothes as the sexual tensions between them reached a breaking point.

Draco, the stronger of the two, forced Harry to lie down and he continued to cover Harry's pale skin with kisses. He got rid of the last of the clothing with a wave of his wand.

His silver eyes hungrily took in Harry and Harry did the same with his. Then after the brief pause the passion returned and the two engaged in their fantasies.

They were lucky there were no portraits within the room as they made love that night. For this was not something that the teachers needed to find out about.

~ 30th March ~

The two boys continued to make love every night after the first time. But they also continued to study and duel and just talk about life and themselves.

"My brother, Zio, was incredible. He followed every single one of the Dark Lords orders and was happy to do so. He was hardly ever punished for failure from he Dark Lord and his work was seamless. I don't remember much about him. But my mother has pensive' s with memories of him. When I was younger I used to sneak in and absorb myself in them. Learning all about everything. As I grew older and my father began to train me in the Dark Arts, I didn't have much time to spend in my mother's memories. But I still did whenever I could. But I haven't for a long time now. Mother found out and said I was a disgrace to the family and that I was tarnishing my brother's image. That night I tried to commit suicide. One of the elves found me. Dobby. Saved my life. I was in a coma for a week. When I woke up beside my bed was a new wand and my Hogwarts letter. I was so happy that Dobby had found me."

Draco stopped talking and ran his fingers through Harry's hair, who was leaning against him.

Harry sighed and replied with one sentence. "I tried to kill myself in October."

Draco pulled Harry closer, that night they didn't have sex. Both content to just hold and be held by the other.

~ 4th April ~

"Come with me when I join."

"I'll think about it."

That was all either one said that night.

~ 7th April ~

"There's a meeting in 4 days. Come with me."

"Will you be there beside me?"

"Always."

They made love slowly that night.

~ 10th April ~

"It's tomorrow night. Are you ready?"

"I don't know."

~  11th April. Morning. ~

"Harry?"

"Yes Draco?"

"Are you ready?"

Harry paused.

"I have a promise to keep and I will keep it but I can't do this alone."

Harry kissed Draco. "I'm ready."

They both grinned.