Secrets and Lies

Rated R

Summary: 6th year. Changes happen. And when the truth is about to be uncovered, they have to cover it back up. Two teenagers have to discover their secrets and the truth about their lies.

Mpreg, Mslash, Fslash

Chapter 1: Living in the Dark

Harry woke up three days later at midnight. He was sweating and breathing heavily. He had had a nightmare every night since he got there. All strange, all with signs and clues he could not figure out. All since he arrived at Snape Manor to live with Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Truth be told, it wasn't horrible. He hadn't actually seen either Severus or Draco since he got there. It was a very large house, and the only creatures he did see were a few house elves and a Fairy Goddess whose name was Mercy. He had no idea who she was, but she made very nice company.

Harry lie back down, and tried to fall back to sleep. Unfortunatly, that was disturbed by a loud clash of thunder outside. The rain began to fall, pounding hard on the roof. Harry groaned. He was never going to sleep through that storm in that house. Especialy if he was constantly living with a small bit of worry in him. He was, after all, living with an ex Death Eater and a Death Eater's son. He didn't know anything about them, except what he had seen in the Pensive about Severus. And he had a very bad feeling they were both carrying secrets he needed to know about.

He slid out of bed, and walked across the cold, stone floor. He walked right out the door which he was suprised to find open. He walked out in the dark with his arms stretched out, trying not to run into anything. When he reached the staircase, he grabbed onto the rail and it led him the long way down.

He was suprised to find himself on level ground so quickly. He now felt his feet on the warm carpet that led to the kitchen. He then saw that the kitchen light was on, and walked right into it. Sitting down at the kitchen table was Mercy. She had out two cups of hot chocolate overflowing with marshmellows.

"Sit down." she said. Harry took the seat in front of her. She pushed the second cup of hot chocolate to him and said, "Talk to me, Harry."

Draco Malfoy sat up quickly. It was a loud clash of thunder that woke him up along with the creaking of the stairs. Harry was probably up and headed down to talk to Mercy. Potter talked to her alot. Truth be told, so did Draco. She was a very good person to talk to. He only wondered why she was there. He had asked his godfather, but he never said who she was. But Draco could have expected no more. Severus had too many secrets to keep up with. And he knew quite a few had to do with James Potter and Harry Potter. The only question was what it was.

Draco got out of bed and swayed for a moment. He'd gotten up too fast, making him slightly dizzy. Once he regained balance, he walked to the room's private bathroom. It must have been a very old house, for there were many statues, carvings, and paintings in the house, and in the bathroom. Draco looked in the mirror at his own silvery blonde hair and silverish eyes. Traits from his father, no doubt. But he did not want to think about his father or mother. That was why he came to his godfather...

Draco turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto his face. There was no use in going back to sleep during the storm. If he knew his godfather, and he did, Draco knew Severus was up at that very moment reading or something. Severus had hardly slept at all period since a certain tragic event took place. But that was yet another thing he refused to remember. Draco, instead, walked back into the bedroom and turned on the light. He looked around the room, looking for one certain thing in paticular. A certain book he had always forgotten and not needed until now. Draco's eyes searched the room for a minute before deciding he needed to do more than just look. Felling far to lazy to look, he dragged his feet across the cold flooring, and plopped down into the chair by the window. He looked in the dresser beside the chair, and found it in the top drawer.

Chalance Talan Politine, by James Potter. Published in the year 1981, the year he and Lily Potter died. Draco wasn't completely sure Harry would know the language his father had written the book in, but he had soon found himself desparate to figure it out. But he wasn't going to beg. No, especialy not to Harry Potter. He'd ask, and wait. He was far too proud to stoop to begging.

Draco took the book, and walked into the dark hallway. It was almost as if he were walking blindfolded. He only made it halfway down the hall before stopping. He had no idea where he was going. Not a clue. He had forgotten which way he turned and how many times he had turned. But there were no lights on and no way to find a light. Draco had, unfortunatly, forgotten his wand in his room and couldn't find how to get back.

Luckily for Draco, he had something very useful indeed. Not that there was any such way to remember what his mother had taught him at the age of five, he'd have to rely on instinct. The instinct that came with being the son of a Death Eater and a part demon. Deomon from his mother's side, and Lucius did not know of it. That was why his mother had taught him all he needed to know about being a demon.

The part demon closed his eyes and tried hard to remember what to do. Then his mother's words came back to him."It's all just reaction." Draco opened his eyes to find himself looking at things in a whole new light. A light that had not been there. Night vison, of course. Demons needed it, especially since they lived in the dark...

He soon discovered he was in an entirely different part of the mansion. A part he had never seen, but knew of. Back when he was younger, his father brought his mother and himself to see Severus Snape. But Severus, his father, and others would come ip here for meetings. But there was one room Severus wouldn't even let them in. The room he stood right in front of.

Draco walked over to the door, his hand hovering above the brass doorknob. He hesitated. If his godfather didn't wand him in there, should he realy go?

"Draco? Shouldn't you be in bed?" snapped an all too familiar voice. The words echoed of the walls and Draco stood frozen in place. Now Severus must be very angry to find him about to go into that certain room.

Draco turned.

He found himself face to face with Harry Potter.

"Now, Draco," Harry said in Severus's voice, "you should realy"-back to his own voice-"be more careful."

Draco glared at his enemy. "Where did you learn that?"

Harry shrugged. "It's a gift."

"A very useful one." Draco muttered. He then remembered he was clutching the book in one hand. He was tempted to say something about it, but someone inturruped the whole scene.

A house elf walked into the hall with huge blue eyes and a very raggedy towel acting as clothing. Draco recognized her immediatly as Scout. She had been in the house since before Draco was born and before his parents met.

"Sirs, " she squeaked, "Master Snape is on his way. He is suspecting you is up here. You gots to go before he sees you"-she looked around-"here."

Harry and Draco looked at eachother and nodded. Both ran straight into the forbidden room, Scout trying to stop them. But they were already in when they heard the footsteps of Severus Snape pounding on the stairs. Harry pulled up his invisibility cloak which he had been holding in his right hand. He threw it over Draco and himself only seconds before the door burst open. Severus stood in the doorway breaking heavily, his angry eyes looked all over the room as if searching for prey. He crept in quietly and listened hard. Harry and Draco held their breath. Soon, the Potions Master disappeared into another room within that room, shutting the door.

Still under the cloak, the two looked around. It seemed to be a cross between an attic and a library. Bookshelves lined the walls with heavy, old, dusty books scrunched in close together. More books rest on top of the many shelves. Around the middle of the room there was old furnurature, boxes, and a desk. The desk had piles of many old, yellowing papers with faded writting stacked upon it.

"What do we do?" Harry mouthed to his companion.

"Let's go to the desk." Draco mouthed back.

They worked quietly and carefully as they walked over to the desk together. On the top of many papers, there was a folder that read: Top Secret Files of Severus Snape.

Draco reached out a hand to grab the folder when a voice cold as ice said, "Now, we'd better get to bed, shall we?"

Harry and Draco turned to find Severus glaring at them. Then realising that the cloak had been caught on a nail and dragged off them, they stared at the cloak trying to avoid looking at the angry ex Death Eater in the room with them holding out his wand.

Severus's eyes followed their gaze and he said through clenched teeth, "Grab it and go!"

As son as those words were out, Harry and Draco ran forward, grabbed the cloak, and ran out of the room and did not stop until they found themselves at Harry's room. Harry hurriedly welcomed Draco in, and slammed the door. A first time the enemies acted together, or even civil at all. They seemed to only just then realise it. And Draco forgot the book...

"Well...that was scary." Draco said breaking the akward silence.

Harry did not respond. He seemed not to have heard Draco at all. Draco just looked around the room nervously. Harry had hardly done a thing to fix up the room to make it look homey at all. Only one picture was sitting on the nightstand: a pitcure of Harry's parents with a baby Harry. Draco could not help but smirk.

This Harry realised.

"Go." Harry whispered.

There was no need for further instruction. No need to repeat of yell. Draco was ready to leave the akwardness behind.

Before Draco walked out he said, "We have to go back to the way things were."

"I agree." Harry said. "We don't need to go making friend with the enemy."

"You mean you don't want to let anybody else in." was the next thing out of Draco's mouth, as he turned to run off, slamming the door behind him.

And Harry knew it was true.

Chalance Talan Politine - by James Potter

Self Destruction

Every day is a new day. But the darkness never goes away.

Life goes on, but the darkness remains somewhere.

The monsters live in the darkness.

Creatures, amongst those you dispise and who ruin everything in sight.

And in your darkness this monster you find may only be your reflection.

You can't help having that darkness, and you can't help being that creature.

You can't help being the demon that destroys.

You.

Destroy.

Self Destruction.

Severus read and reread the paper. It was what James had planned to use for the first chapter, but never did. He decided to write it in Toltan, an old forgotten language. Severus sat in his room reading many of the papers from his desk that James had written merely months before he died. Too many memories of James Potter gathered into Severus's mind, and reading what he had written.

It was 3:49 AM when Harry finaly crawled back into bed. The conversation with Mercy and the small adventure with his nemisis replayed in his mind as he tried to fall back to sleep. But all attempts were useless. He would not go back to sleep. Not in this house, not with these people...

Harry realised as he thought back to the adventure that there were many things he did not know. Many things he needed to know. One thing Severus knew that Harry needed to know that had been mentioned in the orignial first chapter. Many things...And he realised that he was living in the dark...

End of Chapter 1

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