AN: sorry for not updating 'When Things Chang' this time around (to anybody still reading). i just didn't have enough written to post a chapter. i will hopefully have enough next wednesday.

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I feeling rational So confrontational To tell the truth I am getting away with murder it isn't possible to never tell the truth but the reality is I'm getting away with murder -Papa Roach

"Father!" Lucius jumped when he heard the bedroom door boom.

"What is it, Draco?" he heard his mother say from under the noir coloured comforter.

"Father touched my mate!" Draco glared at the man, who had just been getting into bed with his wife. He could see them both clearly, even though the room was pitch-black. "I'm surprised you didn't smell it on him! He's your mate; why haven't you done anything about him!"

"I didn't do anything, but fed off him once!" He could see that his son was still looking at him in a lethal way that scared even him. Voldemort wasn't the only one who knew what his son was capable off.

"Father..."

Slowly, Lucius started to feel it. Fire slowly rose around him, white as his own skin. He couldn't help the scream that fell out of his mouth as the fire crept higher, burning the pale skin.

Narcissa did nothing to help her mate. She loved him dearly, but he had to pay the consequences for touching another's mate before being bonded, especially Draco's.

"Twice. I did it twice." Lucius managed to utter out. He was in mild disbelief that his son would turn the fire on him. He knew that his son had been far gone into the Slytherin Insanity, before Harry, but he hadn't believed that he would go this far. A house-elf was one thing, of little consequence, but his own father.... It was brutality of the elf's death that caused Lucius to seek out the mate of his son. The creature's flesh had been ripped to shreds, then left hanging for the hours that it took it to die, slowly bleeding till its death. Lucius had felt he had to stop Draco before he did something unforgivable.

"I'm sure that is not all you did, father," Draco said in a low drawl, trying to keep under control; he felt it slipping.

Lucius felt the flames burn hotter, more agonizing then they had before, something he hadn't thought possible.

"How much did you take!?"

"Just enough to incapacitate him, I didn't want for him to escape, son."

"You're just digging yourself a deeper hole, husband." Narcissa murmured to him. She wished that they would both just leave so she could get some sleep. She knew that Draco wasn't about to kill his father. Not yet.

"You took too much; he can barely keep awake now! You should have brought him to me." Draco couldn't believe that his father touched him before he did! That he dare leaves him this weak!

"What if he had run? You would have let him leave and then where would you be?! I did it for you." He felt the fire diminish, and with it the pain. His burnt skin slowly healed, though that in itself was a nuisance. It certainly paid to not be entirely human.

Draco paused to think. It was true had Harry truly tried to leave him, he would have let him go. No matter how much Draco needed him. Draco nodded, hesitantly, before leaving.

This didn't mean that he forgave him for drinking from his mate; it only meant he understood.

Draco quickly went back to where he knew his mate was waiting for him. Hopefully, he would be able to make Harry understand. He had to make him understand.

He knew why the Harry affected him this way, though he had never actually talked to him before today. Draco had watched him; he loved watching him, every move he made, his friends, even his blind parents. Lily and James loved their son dearly but where too kind-hearted to realize the truth about her equally blind sister and husband-in-law's son, Dudley. Or even their own son, who felt so lost in his own mind at times it felt close to madness.

Draco never believed any of them truly understood Harry, even if they loved nothing more than their son. They didn't understand why stared into the sky at night, as if searching for something. Why he would disappear for hours at times. Draco didn't think that Harry himself knew.

But Draco did. And no-one would have Harry but him.

Even if he had to kill everyone else to keep him.

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Petunia Dursley slammed the door to her sister's house hard shut. She couldn't believe that little brat would leave her son to do his chores! He just wanted to weasel out of helping his family! The boy knew that Dudley couldn't do chores with his bad back. It was his fault for pushing her poor Dudley off the roof months ago. Though she still wasn't sure how that mangy little delinquent managed to pull her big strong son onto the roof.

Harris had seemed to be such a good boy until then, but he would not fool her again! The boy had been evil then, and he was evil now.

"What wrong?" Lily ran into the room, worried that something had happened to her sister.

"Your son ran away!" Petunia did her best to look worried.

"Are you sure?" Lily ran a hand through her hair, trying to not worry. "Maybe he just left for a few hours, he's done that before."

Petunia tore her envious gaze from her sister's hair, the only thing she had inherited from their father. Petunia may have gotten their mothers blond hair and slim build, but everything else came from their dear old dad. Including his feet, unfortunately...

"I thought the same, but he has been gone since yesterday."

"Why didn't you tell me, sooner!?"

"I figured the same thing you did, sister! I didn't think that he was really gone until his things disappeared from our house over night; he somehow got back in the house. I should have known that he would something like this eventually!" Petunia grew a haughty tone as she spoke. It really was about time the boy had shown his true colours.

"What are you saying, Petunia?" Lily said in a low voice. She knew that her son had his shortcomings, but he was still a good son.

"He's a delinquent, Lily. What else can you say about a boy who would push his own cousin off a roof? He wasn't taken; he ran away." There. She said it.

"Leave." Unexpectedly, Lily hauled her sister off the couch by her upper arm towards the door. After locking the door she leaned her back against the door, before sliding to the floor in tears. Harry wouldn't have run away! He couldn't have....

She was still sitting there when James came home that evening.

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