Chapter 26

Harry closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath, smelling the sweet tang of citrus. Sighing, he let out his breath and curled closer into his pillow. His legs stretching out on the mattress, the cool of the silk sheets….his bed didn't have silk sheets.

His eyes snapped open as a pair of strong arms tightened their hold around his waist. Realizing where he was Harry relaxed slightly, no one was after him, and his Uncle was far away. Sighing, he rolled over and stared into the sleeping face of his blonde lover. Raising a hand he pushed a stray lock of the ivory hair to cup behind one of the delicate ears.

Closing his eyes as the sweet breath of his lover rolled over him he decided that he needed to get up. He would let Draco sleep in; it was a Sunday after all. Slipping silently and carefully from the other's arms he stood up and almost yelled out in pain.

Biting his bottom lip he said in a soft whisper, 'Liquor the demon drink.'

Moving over to his clothes he slipped into them before thinking of attempting anything else. As he lifted his shirt to put it back on a piece of silver metal glinted as it fell. With his quick reflexes, born of a seeker, he caught the shining metal before it had the chance to awaken the sleeping boy on the bed.

Turning it back over in his hand he smiled at a feeling of peace and contentment that fell over him. Looking at the swirling colors of the amulet he wondered at the three there. Emerald green, liquid silver and the palest blue. And written on the flat back, 'Rewop'.

Again wondering at the powers of the amulet, for it was obviously anything but ordinary, he felt the room spin away. Only he and Draco were present, and through the darkness he made out the outline of a figure some distance away. It was sitting, and shaped like a girl. But he couldn't tell who it was.

As the face of the figure turned to him he felt the amulet suddenly heat, not to the burning sensation at his resorting, but more strongly than any other time.

Shaking his head he looked once more over it and then slipped the chain around his neck. It was a good thing it had somehow been lost in the frenzy of shed clothes, otherwise there would have been some very awkward questions asked.

Pulling his black tank over his head he tucked the amulet under the shirt and then ran a hand through his messy hair. Feeling the throbbing of his hangover he let out a pained breath and began to search Draco's rooms for some potionary supplies.

After several minutes of searching, Harry found the ones he was looking for. Thankful that he had finally memorized the instructions, Harry began to whip up a revitalizing potion.

Finishing it up, Harry threw back a glass thankfully; the headache almost instantaneously gone. Filling up another glass with the clear potion he cleaned up, Draco would most likely need one as well, considering how long they had been doing shots for.

Getting back to the bedroom Harry smiled at the sight before him. Draco had now moved so he was spread eagle on the bed, using as much bed space as could be possible. His platinum hair lay in contrast against the emerald silk of the bed.

Walking closer he placed the glass of potion on the bedside table and his eyes widened as they landed on the photograph he had found under his bed the other night. The small girl with the missing teeth now looked familiar, along with the boy with the mussed hair. And the woman and her husband, he had seen another photo of them before. But why would Draco care for this family, it wasn't his….

Startled Harry sat down on the edge of the large bed, suddenly it all clicked into place.

Draco's parents had died awhile ago, when he was 12 or something like that. Harry had heard a story about their house being blow up, and it had never made sense to him, how could one of the most powerful and prominent wizarding families just be blown up? And Draco had survived, the only one they had found after the accident had been Draco. He had been sitting on his front lawn crying, black soot covering his face, fresh wounds cut open on his skin.

Harry shuddered at the visual; that had all happened right before their first year.

But the young girl with the missing teeth, she didn't fit. As far as he knew, Draco hadn't had a sister. But it couldn't be denied, the girl and boy couldn't be anything but siblings, not even cousins looked that similar.

But what had happened to Draco's sister? Had she been killed in the same explosion? Why hadn't Draco ever talked about her? How old was she?

Then Harry put the picture back, before he dropped it.

Elizzabeth and Amy, or was it Amièe? Anyhow, Lizz and Amy had said that the younger one hadn't been born in Canada, but in France. Harry knew for a fact that one of the Malfoy Manors was in France.

And the girl in the photo couldn't be more than three years younger. Amy was only two. They hadn't said anything about Elizzabeth and Amy actually being blood related, and although they did look slightly familiar, there were some large differences between them…

Standing up, Harry walked from the rooms, his head spinning with these new revelations. He didn't look where he was going, his head filled with these thoughts. Hearing someone shout for their friend he came back to the present.

Right now he was standing in the Great Hall. People were laughing and talking all around him. Some had slept in and were missing, and others looked like they were about to fall asleep in their oatmeal.

Seeing Elizzabeth he smiled and walked over; he hadn't seen her since before they had gone on stage for their second performance.

'Hey Lizz, where did you go last night?'

Elizzabeth's head shot up, her blonde hair loose and slightly mussed. She was in a black t shirt that had words written across it in hot pink, 'Good Girls Are Bad Girls Who Don't Get Caught'. She had on a pair of hot pink pajama pants, so he was pretty sure that she was still in her night clothes.

But Elizzabeth wasn't alone, Amièe, he'd decided she was Draco's sister not Elizzabeth's, was also sitting at the Seventh Year table.

'Hi Amièe, I didn't think you would be up.'

Smiling up at him, the younger blonde shrugged and said, 'I better get going. I have to talk with someone.'

As Amièe walked away Elizzabeth winked at Harry, 'I didn't expect to see you this early either.'

Harry blushed and said, 'Did you see us leave? Or did someone tell you?'

Elizzabeth smiled and patted him on the back, 'I saw you guys leaving after talking with Theodore Nott.'

Harry nodded his head and said, 'Yeah, you guys were the last ones to see us.'

Elizzabeth smiled and said, 'No, I think that Draco sure saw a lot more of you.'

Harry couldn't think of anything to say, so he began to fill up his plate with food, hungry from last night, and embarrassed by the conversation.

Elizzabeth continued on, 'I don't know why you would be embarrassed. You two are absolutely perfect for one another, and hot beyond compare. And I mean, the two of you are so brave-'

Harry looked up sharply from his jammed toast that was halfway in his mouth and half out, 'Fwut dur oo ean ave?'

Elizzabeth snorted and said, 'Say it don't spray it.'

Swallowing the sugary goodness Harry licked his lips and said, 'What do you mean brave?'

Elizzabeth picked up and apple and took a bite, taking her time to chew it and swallow.

Harry glared and tapped his fingers on the top of the table, 'Come on, what did you mean by saying we're brave?'

Elizzabeth swallowed her apple, and shrugging her shoulders, said simply, 'Well, what with the different view points on homosexuality. I think it's very brave that you're willing to show the public that even a public icon can be homosexual. I just think it's great!'

Harry looked at her and broke out in a teasing grin, 'Lizz, would you happen to have sexual thoughts about the same sex?'

Smiling wickedly Elizzabeth said, 'I'm not choosy as to which team I play for.'

Laughing slightly Harry said, 'Lizz, I need to talk to you seriously.'

Sobering up immediately Lizz looked at him worried, 'What's wrong? Tell me who made you upset and I'll beat them up!'

Smiling that she was ready to go to fight for him Harry said, 'Well, it's a couple people really. But it's mostly about last night.'

Looking at him Lizz said in a thoughtful voice, 'If Draco hurt you, I love him like a brother, just like you, but I couldn't handle him hurting you, Harry.'

Harry touched her arm gently and said in a soft voice, 'Lizz, it does concern him, but he didn't hurt me.'

Nodding her head for him to go on she listened.

'You see, when you said we were brave you got me thinking about what you meant. And the first thought that came to mind was of Voldemort.'

Seeing the look of confusion Harry sighed and said in a soft, sad, voice, 'Voldemort wants to hurt me as badly, and often, as possible. And if he found that I cared for Draco, at all, he would try and get at Draco. And I can't let that happen.'

Elizzabeth's eyes filled with mist and she said in a choked voice, 'Harry…you're going to break his heart.'

Feeling his own heart breaking into pieces, Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat and said, 'But it has to be done.'

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Draco moaned and stretched in his bed, his fingers looked blindly for the warmth that should be there. Not being able to feel any trace of the heat that he looked for he cracked open an eye and met those of blue.

The silver Meeval seemed to smile as it hummed a good morning.

'Easy to be happy when your head isn't splitting.'

As Draco grumbled over the pain coursing through his head he watched the dainty beast jump to his bedside table, next to a clear glass of what looked to be water.

'Looks like Potter forgot the pills to go with it. But it'll at least soothe my throat.'

Taking the glass Draco lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. Shuddering, he looked to Bitz with wide eyes and said, 'That sure as bloody hell wasn't water. But whatever potion he made, sure did get rid of that headache quickly.'

Standing up he smiled down at the animal and scratched its back, 'Sorry for being gruff with you. But did you see Harry this morning?'

As the Meeval looked to the door Draco sighed and said, 'Looks like he's a morning person…' looking at his back in a mirror Draco smirked at memories of the night before, '…not to mention a night person.'

Standing up, Draco stretched and walked to the bathroom, 'Looks like I'm going to have to hunt him down.'

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As soon as Draco walked into the hall he felt his gaze drawn to the raven haired boy. Smiling that Harry hadn't changed from last night's clothes he began to walk towards the table.

Feeling his medallion heat up against his chest, looking up from his cereal and into Elizzabeth's eyes he said, 'Draco's coming. Please, be there for me after.'

Elizzabeth looked at him and said in a soft voice, 'I'll try. Just don't ask me to choose between you.'

As Draco walked up to the table he smiled and said, 'So how is everyone this morning.'

Elizzabeth put on a cheery smile and said, 'Awesome. Amy brewed me an Upper potion, it's supposed to make you really wide awake, like the equivalent of 5 cups of coffee. So until about…10:00 I should be alright.'

Smirking, Draco turned to Harry, 'So Harry, are you awake after the party last night?'

Harry took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look through the dark locks of hair that fell into his face, 'Draco. We need to talk.'

Watching with sad eyes Elizzabeth made room for Draco on the bench between her and Harry. Draco sat down beside Harry; a mask of impassiveness was across his features.

'Draco…last night.' Taking a moment Harry's emerald eyes seemed dull of emotion, 'Last night was a mistake. When we were doing shots I had had way too much to drink, and my body's just never worked all that well with alcohol. I feel for you and all, but as a friend, we could never be anything more.'

Harry felt for a moment that his heart would never be the same, like the pain would never end or lessen. The amulet of Rewop seemed to burn into his chest, as if it was branding him.

Draco nodded his head in acceptance and said, 'Yeah, I was going to get to that, because it seems neither of us handles our alcohol very well. I was going to ask you what had happened last night, because I don't remember what happened after we started doing shots.'

Harry felt a sudden void of anything at Draco's words. Draco felt nothing for him; Draco hadn't even remembered their night of explosive love making. He was nothing to Draco.

Suddenly an angry growl could be heard as Elizzabeth stood up from the table. Pushing a shaky hand through her hair she looked at them with angry, flashing eyes, before stalking off. As she stormed off Harry could have sworn he'd heard a muttered, 'idiots.'

Looking after her Harry's eyes caught those of Amièe. Surprised for a moment at the anger in the depths of the blue, the palest blue…

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Elizzabeth stormed out of the Great Hall, pulling up her pajama pants as she stepped on the hem of one leg with her black slippers.

'Stupid…moronic…dumblebums!'

As she neared a corner of the stone wall, once her ranting had quieted down a bit, she heard the raised voices of two men arguing.

'…He is my son. I have the right to talk with him!'

'Merlin's beard man! He doesn't even know that his father exists.'

'Well, that's your fault, isn't it? You're the one who's-'

'Memorandum Changeurion!'

Her eyes going wide Elizzabeth searched her memory for the explanation of that charm. Her mind going back to the book passage she had read just the other day:

MEMORANDUM CHANGEURION

This spell is a very complex, high ministry level charm. It is used primarily in psychiatric help to ease the more morbid of memories with more tame ones. But it has also been used by dark intent wizards and/or witches to change the memories of their minions, or of their enemies.

It is very old and only the more powerful of wizards should attempt, for if the recipient mind is able to deflect it in time the caster could find their own memory being changed to that of the memory they were to instill in the recipient…

As she was lost in thought Elizzabeth lost part of the flow of conversation.

'…So Severus, what is it that Potter has done this time?'

In a snarling voice the potions master replied, 'It seems that he has stolen some of the supplies in my own personal closet. And all of these supplies are of those used for a complex potion that is used for inducing higher power.'

Dumbledore's frown could be heard through his voice, 'Severus, now that he is in your house, don't you believe that it would be better if you went easier on him and didn't automatically assume it was him?'

Severus' disjointed reply could be heard, 'Of course. So used to the Gryffindor. Sir, if it's not him it has to be Ronald Weasley.'

It seemed that the headmaster was very capable of the Memorandum Changeurion charm as he said, 'True, but do you honestly believe Mr. Weasley intelligently able to complete a potion of that higher skill level?'

Severus' confused voice could be heard, 'I suppose not. But believe me; I will get to the bottom of this.'

Elizzabeth heard footsteps falling away as one man walked down the hallway. Straining, she tried to listen for the headmaster's voice breathing, to know where he was.

'Ms. Dael. It seems that you need to have a little charms lesson. Let me be of some assistance to you – MEMORANDUM CHANGEURION!'

Elizzabeth had a moment in thought where she felt intense sadness for the potion master. It appeared that Severus had a son, and for some reason, Dumbledore didn't want the man remembering that fact.

But all of these thoughts were lost in the blast of a slightly orange-ish glow.

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I would like to lay claim now, that the spell Memorandum Changeurion belongs to myself, but I have no qualms about anyone else using it towards their story purposes.
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