Disclaimer: I do not own any part of this story, except the plot. If I was J.K., I would make Harry and Draco get together and Sirius wouldn't die. But I am not a great British author, just a Texan High School student who sticks out for her liberal beliefs.
Chapter 2
Harry awoke the next day in Draco's arms. He looked up at his beloved to see his still sleeping face.
'He looks so peaceful and angelic when he's sleeping,' Harry thought and buried his head in his husband's chest. He inhaled his scent, which was very good due to his animagus form being a wolf, and smiled dreamily. 'Draco smells like strawberry and vanilla when he isn't wearing that cologne of lavender.'
He felt a hand going through his hair and looked up to see Draco's mercury gaze looking into his emerald one. Draco smiled and embraced in new husband.
"Harry, love, we have to get up," Draco said, kissing Harry's forehead. "We have a job we need to apply for 20 years in the past."
Harry dug his head into Draco's chest.
"Can't we just stay here, Dray?" he mumbled.
Draco chuckled and resumed combing Harry's hair.
"We have to get up sometime, but I would rather it be now, than later when Professor Snape comes knocking on our door threatening to castrate us if we don't get up," the blonde said. Harry perked up and just looked at his love like he was crazy.
"Sometimes I wonder about you," Harry said, getting up from the bed and pulling on his clothes. "I wonder just what is going on in that little blonde head of yours to think up such scenarios."
Draco laughed and got out of bed and hugged Harry from the back.
"It helped get you up, and I thought you loved my witty mind," he said and turned Harry around and kissed him.
Harry smiled and put his arms around his love's waist.
"That," Harry said, and looked over Draco who was stark naked, "and the fact you are the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on. Now get dressed, honey; I want to be the only man to see this gorgeous view."
Draco smiled and kissed Harry.
"I love you," he whispered in the other man's ear. He gave Harry another peck on the cheek and went to get his clothes on as well.
When he looked up again he saw Harry with his hand still pressed against his cheek. Harry went to him and stood by while is partner dressed. Draco was about to tie his tie when Harry used it to pull him to him.
Harry kissed Draco, and went about tying the tie.
"I love you, too," he said when he finished. Harry, then, grabbed Draco's hand and led him out of the room.
They walked hand-in-hand, just as they had the night before, to Dumbledore's office. Unfortunately, this time, they met some visitors along the way.
"Oi, look! Its fairy Potter and his pet ferret!" they heard Ronald Weasley say from behind them. They spun around to see all of the 7th year Gryffindors behind them.
"I do not want to deal with this today, Ronald, I have business to attend to," Harry said and made to turn around but stopped when he heard Weasley's words.
"Going to go be with that faggot, Malfoy boyfriend of yours, Potter?" Weasley said.
Harry Turned back and held a mask of sheer coldness and calmness.
"No, Weasley, I was on my way to Dumbledore's. And if you are going to say things about people, say the correct terms and names," Harry said in a low dangerous voice. "Faggot is not politically correct now at days; the term is either gay or homosexual. He is not my boyfriend, and his name is not Malfoy; it is Potter. He is my husband, Draconis Potter."
Weasley spluttered and looked at the couple. The rest of the "Mighty Lions" just stood stock still, gaping at them. The red head, funny enough, was the first to compose himself. He went up to Draco, who had stayed quiet during the whole affair, not wishing to upset Harry, and spit in his face.
Suddenly a black aurora started to form around Harry. Weaslet tried to move, but his feet were glued to the floor. Harry opened his eyes and they turned to a dazzling shade of emerald that only showed up when he was beyond furious.
"Do you want to know something, Ronald?" Harry asked in a cold, loathing voice, his eyes boring into Weasley's terrified one's. "Because of you Voldemort almost won, because of you he would have killed thousands more people in this damned world. Because of you I almost committed suicide!
"Do you think I wanted this, this life? Sure, I became famous when I was barely a year old, for something, I would like to remind you; I had no control over, but at what price? My parents died and I was shipped off to some relatives who never cared about me. I spent the next decade in a cupboard under the stairs; didn't know I was a wizard till I got my letter.
"Weasley, I always envied you; didn't you know that you were the richest one of all? I had money, but what was money when you had a family that loved you, that cared about you, that fed you more than scraps off of Dudley's plate, a family that didn't beat you when you made a mistake.
"The only thing that kept me alive during those summers was knowing I would be able to see you and Hermione again. Then what do you do? Shun me, all because you were jealous of my life that I would more than willing to give up to you! I now had no family, no friends, and the fate that I was going to have to murder a man, or be murdered. You drove me to suicide, you and Hermione."
Hermione, who was stuck to the floor with the rest of the Gryffindors, shook her head.
"But, Harry, I didn't do anything!" Hermione cried.
Harry looked Hermione with a glare that sent most Death Eaters to their knees.
"Exactly, Hermione, you didn't do anything! You just sat around and watched him slander my name like he was Rita Skeeter! You were my best friend and you didn't do anything. What he did was wrong but what you did was worse!
"Last Halloween, I decided to end it all, so I went to the Astronomy tower to jump, but someone came and rescued me. Only one good thing came out of what you two did. You helped my love come to me.
"Draco saved me from my demons, demons that you two left unguarded. I was about to step off when he came. He said I did have someone to live for; him. He loved me, too. His love saved me. I was gonna leave a note, to explain why I was about to kill myself. I have it right here in my pocket. I keep it there to remind me of a time in my life that hell would have been better than life."
He took a piece of parchment out, and unfolded it.
Dear Everybody,
I'm sorry Moony. I am sorry Padfoot. I'm sorry but, I couldn't go on, not with Ron turning on me and Hermione not saving me. Death is better than the Hell I am in right now. I can't live anymore; every night I see through Voldemort's eyes, the rapes, the murders, the maiming, the burning and the torture. I feel what he feels. I feel the joy and happiness in doing what can only be described as a horror film. I leave all the money in my vault to the Weasleys, but half of it goes to Ron. It's what he wanted all along. Every knut he spends I want him to remember I died because of it, because of his greed. To Hermione I leave all my books, the whole Potter library. Every time she turns a page, let her remember it was because she hid in her books that I died. I'm sorry Moony, I'm sorry Padfoot. I love you both. This is not your fault. Please keep Hedwig for me, and for my Firebolt, burn it along with my body. Let me be cremated. Put half of my ashes next to my parents and let the rest go in the wind at the Hogwart's Quidditch pitch, for that is where I felt most free. When I fly there is no Voldemort, no Ron, no school, no anything! I am free of all the burdens nameless men have put on my shoulders, free of the hatred and greed that surrounds our worlds. I'm sorry Remy, I'm sorry Siri. I love you, never forget that.
Goodbye,
Harry James Potter
He looked towards Hermione and Ron who had tears in their eyes. Hermione wiped the tears away and looked at him, pitying him.
"Harry, I'm sorry! I-" she started but Harry cut her off.
"No, Hermione, don't say a word," Harry said in a slightly less cold as he was before, but still had a mask on his face. "Draco and I will be leaving and maybe after we return we can start over, but for now I will leave you with this information. I'll let you sit on it."
He turned to Ron who was just looking at Harry blankly.
"Now Ronald, I'm not done with you," Harry said, his voice hardened once more, and looked Ron straight in the eye. "You spit on my husband again I will castrate you, and put your genitals in those little jars in Snape's private cabinets. For now this will do." He pointed his wand at Ron's face and muttered a few spells. "Green is your color, you know?"
He summoned a mirror and put it in front of Ron. Ron glanced at his hair and nearly fainted on sight. His hair was Slytherin green, and his freckles said "I, the Weasel King, Love all Ye Slytherins and am a Closet Case."
"Oh, and Ronald," Harry said, smiling sweetly yet sinisterly. "I saw you with Justin Finch-Flechtley last Wednesday in the broom closet. Never knew you would go for Hufflepuff to shag, you know, since they strive in honesty and loyalty, and are a bit clingy, but hey, I'm not one to judge."
With a swish of his cloak that would make Snape proud, Harry left, pulling Draco with them.
The rest of the walk to the Head's office was silent, and when they arrived, they said the password and went right up. They opened the door and found Remus and Sirius standing with two trunks and Dumbledore stroking Fawkes. All perked up, and then had confused faces as they saw Harry upset, and Draco just holding him around the waist.
"What happened?" Remus asked, walking over to them, Sirius right behind him.
"We met Weasley and the rest of the 7th year Gryffindors in the hall," Draco said holding tight onto Harry. "Weasley called Harry 'Fairy Potter,' and me his faggot, Malfoy boyfriend." Gasps were heard from three adults. "Harry was calm at first, and corrected him, saying the term was 'Homosexual/Gay' and that I was his husband, Draco Potter. Then Weasley spit on my face." Again, the adults gasped in such actions.
"I got very upset and furious by what he did," Harry said calmly, leaning on Draco. "I told him it was his fault Voldemort almost got into power, his fault I attempted suicide. I read them the letter. They were all gaping how their actions almost caused someone's death. I told Ronald if he spit on my husband's face again I would castrate him." He then looked up, and smiled. "I left a few curses I think you might find funny."
"What did you do?" Sirius said, a smile creeping onto his face, thinking all the things the son of a Marauder would do.
"I turned his hair Slytherin green, then made his freckles form the words, 'I, the Weasel King, Love all Ye Slytherins and am a Closet Case,'" Harry said, grinning, making everyone chuckle. He looked to Remus. "Remy, Hermione may be coming to you guys asking about me, wanting to say sorry or something. Maybe after we get back we can start over, but not now. Tell her I will speak with her then, but now I have a job that no one can contact me."
Remus nodded, still chuckling.
"Now, boys, we have a trunk for each of you," Dumbledore said after he got over his amusement. "In each, you have 4 sets of silver robes, 2 sets of black, a purple cloak, and at least a dozen books concerning psychology, and abuse. I know that you may not need the books, but it is good to have just in case.
"You will arrive at the gates, and will go up to my office. Make friend will the gargoyle, it will let you through with out a password. I will be at my desk and you introduce yourselves as Harrison James and Draconis James. You give me the letter that says you are professional Counselors. I ask you why I should have this subject, and you say because Voldemort is gaining more power, and if someone's family died, they may want to talk about it. Also, many families have problems and if a friend is hurting themselves, their friends should try to catch it. All in all, you want to show kids that everyone has the right to be themselves and rivalries are not always a good thing. You told me about your past, most of it the truth, just changed to fit the time. I accept you."
Draco and Harry nodded then Fawkes flew onto Harry's shoulder. The boys looked at the bird, then at Dumbledore with a confused look.
"Fawkes has not always been my bird," Dumbledore said smiling, and went around his desk and stroked the fire bird's feathers. "He used to belong to Professor Harrison James. After the school year finished, Harry gave him to me as a parting gift, saying I needed him more than he did."
Harry smiled and stroked Fawkes as well. Draco looked at the other two men who were checking the trunks to make sure everything was there.
"Sirius, Remus, do we slip up at all? And what do we do about the Marauder's map?" Draco asked just remembering the old parchment and all its mischief. Harry looked up too, remembering also.
Sirius shook his head, as did Remus.
"I think around October we noticed the map said 'Harrison Potter' and 'Draconis Potter,' but you said that your grandfather cut ties off from the family and moved to America, but you moved back to England when you were 16 as soon as you got away from your 'relatives,'" Remus said.
"Speaking of ages, how old are we going to be?" Harry asked. "We can't be 17 and teaching."
Dumbledore went back to his desk and grabbed a purple potion and a green potion.
"You will be 25; both of you please take 8 drops of the purple potion, and Harry, please drink the green potion," he said and handed the potions over. "That potion will correct your eyesight."
They both complied, but gagged on the nasty taste.
"Everything is ready; are you ready?" Remus said closing and locking the trunks.
They nodded and went to their trunks holding hands.
"The way you return is in your trunks, on parchment only you can read. We will see you when you get back," Dumbledore said. He was about to raise his wand when Harry stopped him.
"One thing Professor, the spells on Ronald can only be lifted by the one who cast it," Harry said, grinning. "Also, if he tries to shave his hair, it will grow back the next day. I promise to change it back the next time I see him."
They all chuckled, and Dumbledore raised his wand, again.
"I will inform him of that," Dumbledore said. "Ταξιδέψτε σε μια διαφορετική εποχή, για να βοηθήσετε αυτούς που δεν σας έχουν βοηθήσει ποτέ, χωρίς κανένα αντΎ?λαγμα (2)!"
Suddenly, red flames engulfed both men and their belongings. To Harry, it felt like a port key. They held tight to each other's hands and they both crashed to the ground.
(2) Greek Travel behind in a different age, in order to help those that you have not helped you, for nothing in return.
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