A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews!!! You guys are great!!
This takes place after book 5 (the Order of Phoenix)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, places…
The next morning Harry was woken by a disgruntled Uncle Vernon who was banging his fist against the cupboard door.
"Get up, Freak" he yelled through the wood. Harry opened his eyes lazily. He was really tired having had nightmares all night. When he realized who was at the door he sat up quickly not wanting to give his uncle a reason to punish him even more than he already would.
"Get in the kitchen and make breakfast. You can't expect us to do everything in the house." Harry's uncle continued to yell in a petulant voice.
Uncle Vernon opened the door and pulled Harry to his feet. He then proceeded to drag Harry to the kitchen and left to take a shower. Harry let out a relieved sigh. He hoped that Uncle Vernon had forgotten his threat, but he didn't really believe it. His uncle had the tendency to make people believe they were safe and then strike when they least expect it.
Harry looked around the kitchen and realized that it hadn't changed a lot since the last time he had been there. He then started to prepare breakfast for his uncle. It was barely 6 o'clock and he knew that it would be some time until Dudley and Petunia would be downstairs. They tended to sleep in during the holydays. Uncle Vernon and of course Harry were the only ones who had to get up early.
Vernon Dursley had to go work at his drilling company and Harry had to cook breakfast and to do work in the house or garden. His aunt usually left a list on the kitchen counter telling him what to do.
Harry was just frying bacon when his Uncle entered the kitchen, switched on the TV and sat down scowling at Harry who quickly got a cup, poured in some coffee and then placed it in front of the large man.
"Breakfast not ready yet?" Uncle Vernon asked irritation showing clearly in his voice. "Hurry up, Boy. You don't want to make me late for work now, would you?" he added threateningly and turned his attention to the TV.
Harry winced. It sounded as if his uncle was in a particularly foul mood. Not that Harry could really tell, his uncle always treated him like scum - bad mood or not. He hurried to get a plate, knife and fork, put them on the table and continued to fry the bacon. Harry wasn't really paying attention to what was on TV until he heard a well known name. "... Sirius Black the notorious mass murderer is dead. At this time it is uncertain what the cause of his death was but we can be certain that there is no more a threat coming from him..." said the announcer.
Harry was just staring at the picture they were showing of Sirius horrified. In the last years uncle Vernon had been a little intimidated by Sirius, not enough to keep him from beating Harry, but he didn't dare to do anything worse. Harry realized that now with Sirius gone Uncle Vernon would make up for the past summers. Harry finally lifted his gaze from the TV and cautiously looked over to his uncle to see what his reaction would be. Uncle Vernon looked delighted. "So you little Freak, your Godfather will come and help you? Well, he won't now, will he? Now you've got nobody. You are all alone" he said grinning maliciously. "Got himself killed just like your parents did. That's what you get for associating with your kind."
"No, it's my fault that he died" Harry said barely audible" directing his gaze to the ground. He didn't want his uncle to see his weakness. But it was already too late for that. His uncle had seen the look on Harry's face and heard his shaking voice. He knew what to do to hurt the boy even more.
"Well, you are probably right about that. People around you always die. Your parents, your Godfather...who will be next?" Uncle Vernon said darkly knowing that this was as painful if not worse as any beating he could give him.
Harry sobbed. His uncle was right, it was his fault they died. Death surrounded him. Why didn't he realize this before? The only thing he could give people was pain. Sirius would live if it hadn't been for him. Whenever he got close to someone they would die or something bad happened to them. Harry swore right then that he would never get close to anyone again. He didn't want the blood of even more people on his hands.
Tears were running down his cheeks freely now. He didn't even bother to hide them, didn't care anymore if his uncle saw him cry. He just wanted to be held by someone, but he knew that no one would ever care for him enough to hold him. Well maybe Sirius did, but that didn't matter anymore.
"Sirius" Harry sobbed quietly, remembering how kind his Godfather had been towards him.
"What did you do to get him killed you little freak? Or maybe did you kill him yourself?" Uncle Vernon continued to taunt the distraught teenager.
"I...I...I'm sorry." Harry said still crying openly.
Vernon snorted. "Sorry indeed. You are a sorry excuse for a human, worse than an animal." After a short pause he added maliciously "and hurry with my breakfast. I don't have the time to put up with you."
Harry still had tears running down his cheeks but he turned his attention back to the cooker. He then saw that the bacon was burned. Harry looked around frantically trying to figure out what to do. If he didn't serve his uncle soon he would be in a lot of trouble.
Just then his uncle looked up and sniffed. "What did you do now, Freak?" he said walking over to the cooker frowning darkly at Harry. When he saw the almost black meat lying in the pan he turned to the trembling boy beside him. "Can't you do anything right for once? Do you have to make mistakes in everything you do?" he yelled.
Harry took a few steps backwards, trying to escape his uncle's wrath even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to do so. Harry backed up until his back was flat against the opposite wall. He looked up and saw his uncle making his way over to him slowly, rubbing his hands.
When uncle Vernon was close enough he violently grabbed Harry's chin with one hand and tilted the boy's head upwards. He wanted to see the pain in the freak's eyes while he was punishing him because the boy usually refused to make any sound. He would just stand or lie there motionless and wait until it was over or he lost consciousness. He then raised the other hand and slapped Harry's face. The boy winced. There was blood coming out of his nose, tears were still running down his cheeks, but he didn't make a sound.
Uncle Vernon took a step backwards and punched Harry in the stomach as hard as he could. Harry doubled over in pain. His uncle started to kick him wherever he could reach. Harry fell to the ground and curled up to protect himself as good as he could. Uncle Vernon continued to kick him. In the beginning Harry tried to count how many times his uncle kicked him, but after a while he lost count.
The pain was getting worse and worse. He just wished that he would lose consciousness soon, so he wouldn't have to stand the pain anymore. He realized that when he would wake up the pain would be as bad as it was now. He had been in this situation before but he knew that he would never get used to it. His uncle was still kicking him. Harry didn't know how much time had passed, but he hoped that it would soon be time for his uncle to go to work. He then felt a sharp pain in the back of his head where he had just been kicked and knew that he would be unconscious in a few seconds. 'Finally' was his last thought as everything went black around him.
When Draco woke he knew that something was wrong. He didn't know what it was, but there was this feeling. He didn't sleep very well. He tried to remember what he had dreamt, but he could only remember parts of the dream. He remembered a kitchen and then there was just pain.
Suddenly he realized what was wrong. He felt hollow, like some part of him was missing. Since some time back he had had this feeling. He couldn't really describe how it felt, but there was something that completed him.
He knew that this feeling had been caused by Harry and he had hoped that maybe, only maybe it meant that his soul mate was getting stronger and breaking the spell that kept them apart. This feeling was gone now and he knew that something bad had happened.
Draco got up and dressed quickly. He left the room in a hurry. He had to tell his father that there was something wrong with Harry. He didn't want to lose him before he even got to know him. He couldn't let that happen.
Lucius looked up from the letter he was writing when he heard a loud racket in the hall. A few moments later the door to the drawing room flew open and Draco stormed in panting heavily. Lucius eyed him with amusement but when he saw the panicked look on Draco's face the smile disappeared from his face.
"What is the matter, son?" he asked concern evident in his voice.
"I think something is wrong with Harry. We have to go see if he is hurt" Draco answered breathlessly.
"How do you know that there is something wrong?" Lucius asked sounding concerned.
"I don't know" Draco answered sounding irritated. "It's just this feeling that I have. We have to go look."
"Draco, you know that we can't go to him. Not before he completely broke the spell." His father replied.
"But what if he needs our help?" Draco said sounding desperate.
"It is too dangerous right now. He doesn't trust us and he has every reason not to." Lucius answered sounding like he was talking to a little child. They had been over this over and over again.
"Maybe he is hurt badly. We have to go check on him" Draco almost yelled.
"Look Draco. It is far too dangerous now with him being under the spell. It makes him hate you. You can't go to him." Lucius said trying not to yell at his son.
"But Dad, you have to understand that I..." Draco started to protest but was interrupted by his father.
"No. We have to wait until he broke the spell. Before that we can't do anything for him. But he is strong, you know. He will be fine."
"That's easy for you to say. It is not your soul mate that is in trouble." Draco yelled. Draco knew that he was being unfair but he didn't care at that moment. He was livid.
"Lucius was furious now. "No, my soul mate got killed before I got the chance to get to know him or her." He shouted.
"I have to make sure that this doesn't happen to me. Can't you understand that?" he said defiantly scowling at his father.
"I understand that this is really hard on you, but at the moment there is nothing we can do." Lucius answered
"I'll go outside to think for a while" Draco said as he turned to leave glaring at his father once more. He made his way over to the door and left quickly, but not before letting the door fall shut with a loud bang.
Lucius stood up and walked over to the window. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass and closed his eyes. He only opened them again when a pair of strong familiar arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back against a warm solid chest. Lucius was surprised. He hadn't even heard Severus enter the room.
"I don't know if Draco can stand this any longer. We'll have to think about a way to help Harry." Lucius sighed relaxing against Severus.
"Well it's a good thing that he can feel Harry sometimes. That means that he is beginning to fight the spell. Don't worry, everything is going to be fine in the end" Severus answered softly.
He then took hold of Lucius' shoulders and turned him around gently to look into the silvery grey eyes of the man in front of him before closing the gap between them and tenderly pressing their lips together.
Lucius closed his eyes when he felt the soft brush of Severus' lips against his own. Lucius sighed. Severus always knew what to do to cheer him up.
Severus smirked a little when he felt Lucius' lips returning the kiss. He then put one of his hand to the side of Lucius's face and tilted the blond man's head to the left in order to deepen the kiss. His other hand found its way in Lucius hair and he began to play with the silvery-blond strands.
They both parted their lips at the same time. Their tongues started to duel with no one winning or loosing, both content with the draw. Lucius placed his hands at Severus waist and pulled him closer.
They continued to kiss for a while and for that time the two men were able to forget. The only thing that counted was to make themselves and the other one happy
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A/N: I hope this didn't get too confusing. Please tell me what you think of it.
Responses to Questions:
Isis-mystic: The story takes place after book 5Yana5: Sorry, I thought it would become clear in chapter 1. Well, it is easier for me to understand because I know the plot. Well, he was crying, because he was cursed by members of the DA on the train back home after 5th year. He was upset because Harry saw him being humiliated like that and because Harry hated him. I hope that this chapter showed that Draco has some kind of feelings for Harry, but had to hide them in the past. He didn't really want to be mean to Harry, but does it sort of to protect himself from being hurt or something like that. Please tell me if it gets too confusing.