Title: Everything I'm Not

Warnings: This story includes: slash, m/m, Harry/Draco, abuse, graphic violence, non-consensual incest, and mild pedophilia. There will be some very dark stuff here. If you don't like the above, or cannot stomach them please do not read. This is, simply, your last warning. All flames and hate-mail/reviews will be promptly ignored. Thank you very much.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Unfortunately.

A/N: I feel the need to say thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! I'm absolutely thrilled that people are not only reading this but actually enjoying it so far!

Chapter Four: Veritaserum

The air was muggy from the heat of summer, barely moved by the barest brush of a breeze that rustled through the browning leaves on the trees. The soft pop of apparition filled the air, followed by the sound of feet landing on the cobblestone walk. Hidden underneath a dark black cloak, hood pulled up to disguise his blond hair; Draco tensed, looking around to see if anyone had seen the arrival. When no one was to be found he draped the invisibility cloak over the unconscious boy in his arms and laid him down on the dead grass beside the door. He knew he was taking a chance, and he would need his hands free for this. "I hope like hell I'm right Potter, because if I'm not we're in trouble." Sighing, he pulled out his wand and stepped up to the door, knocking imperiously.

Through the open window there was the sound of quiet cursing as someone lumbered to answer the door. Taking the time to steel himself, Draco pulled his wand out, holding it at waist level while waiting, hoping that his suspicions were correct. Of course, it would just be my luck for me to be completely wrong and both Potter and I die gruesome horrifying deaths. At the thought of Harry dying Draco was reminded of the condition of the young man lying in the grass beside him and his heart clenched in pain.

When the door swung open Draco lifted his wand, "expelliarmus!" The look on his professor's face almost made him laugh, but Draco pushed his way inside the building, wand never once wavering as he held it on him. "I am sorry professor, but I can't be taking any chances." He collected Snape's wand and slid it into his back pocket before gesturing towards the sofa. "Please, sit down. We need to talk."

Every movement Draco made was haughty, filled with that insufferable self-confidence the boy always exuded, but something was off to Severus, and he frowned before sitting down. He knew it wasn't likely that his status as a spy had been discovered, or if it had that Draco had been the one sent for him. Frankly, the Dark Lord was still out for his blood. What concerned him was that Draco had come back here, to a known death eater, when he knew there was a possibility of him being turned in. Something was wrong, and he settled back, waiting for the child to tell him just what it was. "Well, are you going to tell me what's on your mind? I believe I made it perfectly clear to you when last I saw you that it wasn't to happen again."

Draco settled into the chair in front of Severus and the façade of confidence dropped as he chewed on his lower lip, hands curling into fists before relaxing. "Sir, can I trust you? Tell me now, because if I can't I'll simply obliviate you and we can go somewhere else." He was so nervous he didn't notice that he said 'we'; however Snape noticed and filed away the information for later. "Merlin, even if you do tell me I can trust you it could be a lie. I'm a fool." He started to stand before he was cut off by one word.

"Veritaserum," Draco paused in his ranting, and Snape smirked. "One drop lasts fifteen minutes. You may ask your questions and be assured that I'm not lying to you." He chose not to inform him that he would still be able to lie through such a small dosage, he was an Occlumens after all and had spent years learning to resist the pull of the truth serum. He gestured to the potions cabinet and Draco fetched the slim bottle, holding it out to the professor, who quickly let one drop fall onto his tongue. "Don't waste your time, Mr. Malfoy."

"I suppose the first question I should ask is 'what is your full name?'" Draco's familiar drawl filled the air as he rested against the arm of a chair.

"Severus Nathaniel Snape."

Draco nodded, and looked at him quietly for a moment before asking him again. "Can I trust you?"

"That depends on what you want to trust me with. I won't turn you over to the Dark lord if that's what you're asking."

He thought for a moment on how to phrase the question. "Will you hold my confidence as though it were your own, Sir?"

"For as long as it's within my best interests to do so." Snape smirked, rolling his eyes. "Time's running short."

"Do you hate, Potter?" The question was asked casually, but the tightness around the blonde haired youths eyes and mouth gave away that it was a serious question.

Severus took a moment to consider the question. It wasn't likely that Draco was spying for the Dark Lord, and based on the way the questioning had been going thus far and the mention of another person with Draco he suspected he knew why Draco was asking him. He spat out the answer, lips curling in disgust, "no. I do not hate the Potter brat"

Draco nodded, casting a binding spell on the professor. "I'll trust you for now, only because he needs help and I can't do it by myself. However, I will leave you bound while I go for him." Turning, his robes snapped around his seeker slim body as he stalked to the door and gathered Harry in his arms again, still hidden beneath the cloak. When he pushed back into the building he pushed the door closed and settled his burden down on the couch before uttering a locking charm on the door. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Draco looked up to watch his professors face as he pulled the cloak off, revealing the battered and broken form of Harry.

Professor Snape's eyes flashed, anger and revulsion, quickly hidden by the mask he wore daily. "Who did this to him?"

The anger in Snape's eyes was enough to show Draco what he needed to see, and he ended the binding spell, finally allowing himself to pitch forward, fighting back his own tears. "I killed him. I had to, he would have killed us." He looked up, caught in the professor's arms as he tried to soothe his former student. "It was his uncle. Every day… he was abused, and… and… Merlin, I can't even say what that man did to him. I couldn't watch it anymore. It was horrible, Sev."

Snape blinked, contemplating this turn of events. If he was hearing Draco correctly when he left here a week and a half ago he had gone running to Harry, but he knew there was no way the boy would have allowed Draco to live with him. There had to be more to the story than what Draco was telling him, but he merely nodded and slid Draco off his lap. "Let's patch him up, and you can tell me all about it." Draco nodded and woodenly got to his feet, handing him back his wand without a second thought.

The two worked companionably, Draco fetching ingredients and potions while Snape cast a multitude of healing charms, listening as Draco told him what all had happened. At first he was amused at the young Slytherin's ingenuity at hiding with his enemy unawares. His hand tightened on the wand, repulsed and angered on behalf of the boy lying broken on his sofa. An hour passed, two hours before he finally sat back on his heals and murmured a binding charm, his eyes flickering up to meet Draco's grey ones. "I doubt he'll be thrilled to see us when he wakes up." He stood and made his way to the kitchen for a drink while Draco sat next to Harry.

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The first thought that ran through Harry's mind when he woke was the realization that he didn't hurt. Shifting slightly on the soft surface under him, he marveled at how nice it was to be able to move without pain. Sighing softly, a smile curved his lips before it finally occurred to him to open his eyes and find out where he was. He was greeted by a pair of grey eyes close to his own, and let out a startled gasp. He tried to back away to see more, but was stopped by the bindings holding him still. When he looked up again he realized his mistake when he saw white-blond hair swinging forward to cover the boys face. "Malfoy," he spat, lips curling. "Going to give me to your Dark Lord? Merlin knows you couldn't kill a man so that can't be what you have planned for me."

Draco's head lifted, tears streaming down his cheeks. "That's bollocks Potter. I have killed a man, though right now I'm wondering why I would have done something as stupid as saving your arse." He snapped, eyes flashing silver fire, not noticing the confusion in Harry's eyes. He stood and walked towards a door out of Harry's sight. "Professor, he's awake." He leaned against the wall, waiting for the older man to arrive.

He knew Draco had been unable to kill Dumbledore, so Harry was confused as to whom he was speaking of killing, was mourning killing. "Who?" The soft voice carried, full of concern. Draco snorted, pushing away from the wall, refusing to answer. "It doesn't matter, does it, Potter? What's done is done." He turned, barely avoiding Snape as he walked out of the room.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, back with us are you?" Harry's head snapped up and he snarled, straining against his bonds, trying to get free to attack the man who had killed his mentor. "Before I let you go, I think we need to have a talk. What do you know of wizards' oaths, and more specifically, the unbreakable vow? Never mind, I'll I just assume you know nothing, since that is the norm for you, isn't it?" Sighing, he waved his wand, silencing Harry with a gag he conjured.

"A wizard's vow will compel one to follow it to the letter; however those of us with a strong will can easily break free. It's much like Imperius only the wizard chooses it willingly. With a strong enough will you can break that. An unbreakable vow is just that. There is no choice but to follow it to the very letter. Now, listen closely Potter, as I will not repeat myself. My actions were done by an unbreakable vow. A vow I swore doubly, both to Narcissa Malfoy, and to Albus Dumbledore himself." Snape released the gag and sat in a chair, watching Harry closely as he seemed to actually think for once.

"So, if I'm to believe you, then you're still a spy, and a member of the Order?" Harry looked over at the former professor, chewing on his lower lip.

"No. Unfortunately, Albus never saw fit to tell everyone all of his plans, and thanks to the lack of information no one else knows." Harry nodded, closing his eyes and frowning.

"Except me; I know now, and I'm going to need all the help I can get." There was no point in not trusting the professor; he was tired and obviously in the time he'd been here Snape had taken care of him instead of bringing him to the Dark Lord. Sighing, Harry changed the subject, too tired to think much longer. "So how did I get here anyway? Last I remember was uncle Ver-" His eyes grew impossibly wide and he suddenly felt the urge to retch. "Oh Merlin, what happened?" he whispered, his voice full of horror. The last thing he could remember was his uncle, about to rape him.

A bucket appeared in front of Harry and the bindings were released. He rolled over and retched, clutching at his stomach. He could feel cool hands rubbing his back, and a damp cloth was placed on the back of his neck. Whimpering, he leaned into the slim body next to him and struggled to hold back the tears. Part of him reveled in the feeling of the warmth next to him, while another part wanted to pull away in fear and revulsion. "Tell me what happened at your relatives." Snape's voice cut through the fog in his head, sounding from across the table, and Harry shook his head. "He... He's never done that before, honest Professor. He was just upset, I made him angry, and... I deserved it."

"That's bollocks Potter! No one deserves what that muggle did to you, no one!" Harry turned his head, and caught sight of pewter eyes, staring into his own jade ones. "I saw everything… I saw it all." A moan of terror sounded through the air and Harry was surprised to realize the sound had come from him. Someone had seen; knew what happened. He grabbed at the bucket and was ill again. Worse yet, the person who had seen was Draco of all people. Harry could imagine the revulsion he would see in Draco's eyes if he looked up, or would it be glee at the torture he had suffered? Harry wasn't sure but he would be damned if he looked up to see.

Another thought hit Harry like a blasting curse, and his head finally whipped up to stare at Draco, eyes wide as he tried to scramble away. "You were there. The entire time, you were there. You… heard everything." The tears would not be held back any longer and they spilled over, trailing down his cheeks to land unheeded on his lap. "Merlin, I'm an idiot." Groaning, he buried his head in his hands and shook his head.

At the look from Severus Draco winced slightly. He had neglected to tell the man about the nights Harry had drunk himself into a stupour and told him all about his life; he rather suspected that he knew more about the Boy-Who-Lived than even his best friends did at this point. Unfortunately, knowing him as well as he did now, and from all those years of watching him Draco also knew that it was going to be hard for Harry to trust him. Not that he could blame him, really. He wondered though, if Harry had clued in that he had heard everything, when would he clue in that it had been Draco making sure that he was tucked in at night. Merlin, that makes me seem like his mother.

Rolling his eyes at himself he got to his feet. "You need to eat something Potter." Draco turned to head towards the kitchens when he was stopped by a hand on his arm. Looking down, his eyes locked with Harry's.

"Malfoy…" his voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze and looked at Severus, almost searching for the inner strength to go on. After a moment, the professor nodded, understanding what Harry was trying to say. If Draco had been hiding at Harry's since the end of school then he had no way of knowing what had happened to his family. His hand was pulled from Draco's sleeve and a letter was pressed into in its stead.

"Later Potter, since it appears I can no longer follow the Dark Lord it seems I'm dependant on you to be my saviour as well as the rest of the Wizarding Worlds. And that means you need to eat." A smirk curled the blond boys lips but the malice that used to chine in those grey eyes was suspiciously absent and Harry nodded. Turning Draco left the room to get something for the two of them to eat and Harry looked down at the letter in his hands. The writing was Hermione's and Harry nearly tore into it.

Harry,

I've been doing some research on what the Headmaster had told you about, but I need to get some more books. I wish we were back at Hogwarts! Or that wizards had something like the internet. Anyway, I hope your aunt and uncle are treating you well. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley said that they'll be sending Fred and George to get you on your birthday so make sure you have everything ready. And don't let them trick your cousin into eating any of their candy this time!

Malfoy still hasn't been seen, nor has Professor Snape but the Order is looking for them. Hopefully we'll find them soon. Honestly, what was the Headmaster thinking in having a Death Eater working in the Order? I'm just surprised that no one has tried to hunt down the Order yet. Knock on wood for me Harry.

I miss you!

Love,

Hermione

Harry shook his head, smiling ruefully. He knew that Hermione would find the information on the Horcruxes; he just hoped that she found it soon. He wanted this war to be over as soon as possible. "The Order is looking for you and Malfoy, sir." Snape snorted and narrowed his eyes.

"Of course they are, Potter. You can't honestly have thought they would just take the death of their leader lying down, did you?" Shaking his head he got to his feet and looked at Harry. "After eating you and Malfoy can share the guest bedroom. Make sure you aren't seen if you feel the need to leave. But as I have some potions to finish brewing I will be leaving you two to your meal, and then get some sleep Potter. You're useless when you're in this state." And with those final parting words he left the room, robes snapping behind him.

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Harry sat back against the couch, pushing away the half eaten sandwich and empty bowl before turning his gaze on Draco. From everything he had learned so far tonight Draco had been following him all summer long and had seen everything that his uncle had done. Thinking back on everything it made sense. He had the feeling many times throughout the summer than someone had been there, but when he hadn't seen anyone he had pushed that thought away to the back of his mind. Part of him wished he hadn't as he hated the fact that Draco had seen him at his weakest. But another part of him, the part that suspected that Draco had been the one to save him, was glad that Draco had been there.

"Potter?" Harry blinked, realizing by the expression on Draco's face that he had been calling his name for a while. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted a drink." Smirking, Draco set down two shot glasses and an unopened bottle of Fire whiskey on the table between them. "I'm sure you know how depressing it is to drink alone."

Harry smirked, shaking his head. "But I wasn't alone." He accepted the shot and tossed it back before pouring another. "You were there the whole time, remember?" He lifted the glass and smiled as they both drank at the same time.

Hours later Harry was nearly passed out and Draco groaned, scooping Harry up into his arms. "Damn Potter, you're too damned light." He ignored the light giggles from the younger boy and laid him out on the bed. When he tried to get back up he stumbled, the room swirling around him as he fell on top of Harry. Laughter rang out from the two boys before drifting off as they stared into each others eyes. Draco lowered his head and brushed his lips over Harry's, catching the small moan in his mouth as they continued to watch each other. What am I doing? He's a bloody rape victim; I can't take advantage of him like this. Merlin, but I'm a fool. Slowly Draco pulled away, and slid off the bed, eyes shuttered as he looked over at Harry. "I'll be in the other room if you need me. Good night Potter." He stalked out to the living room, leaving Harry alone not noticing the tears that sprang up in Harry's eyes.

Harry bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, filling his mouth with it's coppery flavour as he dug his nails into his arms and clawed at his skin. Of course he wouldn't want to stay with me. I'm just a whore, a fuck toy. And he watched as uncle Vernon did that to me. Tears spilled over again and Harry rolled over, burying his face in a pillow as he smothered his pain. After a time the shaking of his shoulders stilled and he drifted into an uneasy sleep.