A/N: I need you all to trust me. Harry will not remain physically damaged. When the spell returns him to his natural/normal age, his body will be returned to full health. I'll explain how that happens later. As for why I'm making him so physically weak, it is for a reason. Trust me. Harry will not die once he remembers being Desecrated. Have faith in me and trust I have reasons for what I write. I do have everything planned out. Though, I am touched so many of you care what happens to Harry. It means I'm doing a good job getting you guys invested in my characters. (grins)

A/N2: Warning: 'M' rated scene ahead between Severus and Remus!

Chapter Twenty-one

After dinner, Harry was carried by Remus into the sitting room. Severus and Draco followed. Narcissa tried as well, but Draco politely asked both her and Moony to leave. Harry assured them it wasn't because they didn't trust them; it was just going to be hard to talk about what happened, and it would be easier if only one other person was in the room. Narcissa and Remus understood and left without making them feel bad.

The three remaining sat in silence for a few minutes, just gathering their thoughts. Severus sat across from the boys and kept his face blank. He had already talked to both Harry and Draco about what happened. Draco had said as little as possible and recounted things with four sentences and refused to exceed those four sentences:

'They were captured. They escaped. They ran for their lives and were recaptured. They were rescued.'

He didn't know what Harry had said to Draco to make him snap out of it, but the child teen hadn't said much more than Draco had. He was really worried about their mental and emotional state and was very eager to hear more details about what had happened to his children so that he could help them through it.

Watching them sit side-by-side now, he could almost feel the bond between them and knew without a doubt that Remus was right about their growing relationship. He had suspected that their relationship would progress in this nature, but he found he wasn't prepared to really deal with it. The boys were thirteen now, but Harry hardly looked it.

The T-shirt and jeans he wore were three sizes smaller than Draco's and still hung off of him. He looked much better than when he had first woken up after the spell, putting on about five pounds, but he still had a long way to go. It took all his self-control not to reflexively forbid them to do anything of a physical nature.

"You know that I was… tortured… by the Death Eaters before you arrived." Draco began. His grey eyes were pinned on the wall, avoiding both Harry and their father. He couldn't escape Harry completely, however, and he smiled faintly as he felt warmth and support flare through the bond just as Harry's thin hand wrapped around his own.

"I am aware." Severus said gently. "But had they not stopped to hurt you as they did, we would not have been in time to rescue you."

Draco nodded, "I've guessed that… The point is… I hated it. I'm terrified of being at their mercy, and I know what they did to me is nothing compared to what they will do to Harry if they ever get their hands on him. I know… I saw what they did… to their prey on Halloween. I got off easy. It could have been so much worse, and that's the point."

He stopped to take a deep breath. Harry leaned his head against his shoulder, hiding his distraught expression. Funny, as soon as he felt Harry's own fear and grief, Draco felt stronger. He smiled at the irony; he guessed pain shared really was pain halved. He ran his thumb in soothing circles over Harry's skin. The brunette calmed.

"I knew we couldn't be caught." Draco continued, finding the strength to look at their father. Severus was looking back. He was waiting and there was no judgment in his eyes, just acceptance and a readiness to deal with anything that came his way. Reassured, Draco readied himself to tell the hardest part. "Knowing this, I couldn't leave… Devon behind once we managed to render him unconscious. I picked up a rock and…" He swallowed hard and his eyes went wide. There was no controlling the panic that began to swamp him.

"No." Harry shook his head and wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulder. "That's not what happened." The blonde looked at him. His face was confused. "I was the one to pick up the rock and give it to Draco. Then I found a second rock. I knew as well as he did that if we walked away with Devon like that he'd wake up soon and come after us, most likely with help, and then it would be only a matter of time before we were brought before Voldemort and tortured and killed."

"We had to kill him. I told Harry that and he agreed." Draco nodded, remembering. "I didn't know how to do it though. I didn't have my wand or anything, and then Harry put a rock in my hand. It was heavy."

"I got a second one because I wanted to do it with Draco." Harry looked beseechingly at their father, his green eyes bright with tears. "I didn't want him to do it alone because it was for both of us, but I hesitated and he shoved me away."

"I couldn't… couldn't stand the thought of Harry… Of him doing something like that." Draco covered his face with his hands. He was shaking. "Devon was unconscious and helpless, and imagining Harry killing him like that was… just too horrible. So I shoved him away and I spun around really fast and brought it down as hard as I could before I chickened out. I killed him."

"He saved our lives." Harry hugged Draco tight. "You saved our lives, Ray." He lifted his head and stared intently into Severus' eyes. "We had a vision later that night and Death Eaters had only just found Devon's body. Then they had to figure out what he was doing that cost him his life.

"Voldemort didn't know Devon was scheming to capture us. He wasn't ready. By the time the Death Eaters found out we were in the area on the run with collars that blocked our magic, it was dawn and we had a whole day to get away from Devon and the Death Eaters. It's my fault! I just assumed I couldn't break the collars and I could have. I could have and we would have had magic and Draco wouldn't have had to do that. We could have escaped without killing him."

"No." Severus came and knelt before them. "When you broke the magical collars, we felt it. It was a powerful magical flare and that would have only brought Death Eaters down on you. Draco and you don't know how to apparate and had you tried, you would have killed yourselves because every place you know was very far from there."

"He's right." Draco took a deep breath. "Harry, you didn't do anything wrong."

"You didn't either." Harry wiped his tears and stared at his friend stubbornly.

"No, he didn't." Severus hugged his blonde child. "You did the exact right thing. Sometimes we are forced to do horrible things, but the consequences of leaving those things undone are even worse. Draco, you made the hard choice and I am proud of your strength. You stayed calm in a very dangerous situation and thought clearly."

"But he was Blaise's brother." Draco sighed. "If he had been a stranger…"

"You would have been just as disgusted and horrified." Severus corrected. "Don't fool yourself. Killing will always be horrible, whether you know the person or not. It should always be horrible. But sometimes it is unavoidable. You had a right to survive and protect yourself and Harry. What Devon did was wrong and he had to face the consequences just like you did."

"I know." Draco hugged his father. "I wouldn't change it. I want to live and I will do anything to keep Harry or me from being brought before Voldemort, but it still makes me sick."

"It will always make you sick, but don't let it break you, Draco." Severus stood.

"I won't." He promised softly. Harry smiled at him and grabbed his hand again. Draco squeezed it.

"Good." Severus settled back in his chair. "Why don't you tell me about what happened after you escaped?"

The boys had been put to bed an hour ago and were sound asleep by now, or so he hoped. Severus winced at the knowledge that the boys could be learning and experimenting with their newfound feelings. The door behind him opened and he knew without looking that it was the Wolf. Two strong, thin arms wrapped around his waist. He didn't move to lean back.

"How are they?" Remus asked tiredly. The past week and a half had been very difficult.

"They were tortured and barely survived, but they are healing." He answered. He felt exhaustion well up in him and he leaned against the mantle to the fireplace. The warmth of the flames was only making his sudden fatigue more powerful. He reached in his robes for a potion.

"No." Remus said firmly. "Not another potion. You need sleep."

"I have work to do." Severus shook his head and pushed the other man away.

"Severus." Remus growled. "You're pushing yourself too hard. You'll collapse soon."

"I know my own limits." He snapped and went to leave the bedroom.

Why had he come in here in the first place? All his work owled from the school was in the office. Maybe he had just needed space, he reasoned. Too bad he couldn't get it with the damned Wolf always panting at his heels. Before he knew what was happening, he was grabbed and thrown backward. He panicked, but his mind was clouded with fatigue and his limbs were unusually heavy. Maybe he was overdoing the potions. He landed on the bed and was immediately pounced on by Remus.

"Do I have to pin you down to get you to sleep? I don't mind." The amber-eyed man smiled, showing all his teeth, and allowed his head to drop forward so he could lick luxuriously at his mate's neck.

"Stop." Severus hissed. "Not here, you imbecile."

"No one's here but us, Severus."

Remus smiled as he found a particular spot that made the man beneath him involuntarily tilt his head in submission, offering him more skin to lick. He could smell his mate's temperature rising and his heart was beginning to speed up. All he wanted was to ravish him. It had been almost six days since they had last had sex, and for a newly mated couple, that was way too long. But he wasn't lying when he said Severus was on the brink of collapse. It would do him no good to get his system racing again. He needed rest. He shifted his weight so that he was laying half on the bed and half on the stubborn man.

"Go to sleep, beloved."

Severus frowned, "Don't call me that, Wolf. It's disgusting."

"What do you prefer? Mate?"

"Call me by name or nothing at all!" He hissed.

"Go to sleep, my Severus." Remus growled lightly, biting a bit at his mate's neck.

Severus shivered despite himself at the possessiveness the Wolf was showing and frowned. He shifted his weight, preparing to fight, when a thin hand came up to run threw his hair. Warmth encased him. It was much hotter than the fire and all his limbs turned to water. Severus threw his eyes open, wondering when he had closed them and scowled. The Wolf was manipulating him!

"Why are you fighting it?" Remus asked softly, worry thick in his voice. "Please rest. The boys will need you."

"Fine. On one condition." Severus caved, but he was going to do it gracefully.

"What's that?"

"You have to talk to the boys tomorrow about sex."

"And where will you be?" Remus propped himself up on an elbow and smiled down at the exhausted man beside him.

"I'll be catching up on my work you wouldn't let me get to tonight." Severus smirked. His eyes had fallen shut again, damn them. He wondered if the Wolf were smiling or frowning.

"Fine. Now sleep." Remus kissed his lips.

Severus fell asleep, never knowing that he was smiling.

Draco woke slowly. His dreams had been troubled and he felt no more rested than when he laid down. As he regained consciousness, warmth filled him and a bubbling happiness tickled him in his chest. He cracked open an eye to see Harry smiling happily as he played with his blonde hair. Within seconds, his fatigue and lingering distress was gone and he sincerely smiled up at his love. He cupped Harry's face and ran his thumb along the still thin cheek. Harry's smile widened and he leaned into the touch, his eyes falling half closed.

"You're so beautiful." Draco whispered huskily, his voice still rough with sleep.

Harry's eyes opened and he smiled brightly with joy. Draco could feel it like a miniature sun sitting next to his heart. Harry leaned forward and kissed him hard. It wasn't at all soft or lingering like their first kiss. It was demanding. Draco smiled against Harry's mouth. The boy didn't know what he was doing. He was pressing to hard and his lips were very tightly shut. Instinct and half-remembered memories told Draco that it could be better. He lifted his other hand so that he was framing Harry's face and he moved his mouth in a deep kiss. Harry gasped, his lips quickly following his lead. They broke away panting.

"Wow." Harry breathed. His eyes were so bright, they were almost glowing and his cheeks were red with a blush of excitement. His lips were moist and swollen.

Draco groaned and pulled him down for another kiss. He was just beginning to consider teaching Harry how to french kiss, when the door opened. He tensed, but was very pleased when Harry didn't jump away from him. The smaller teen merely lifted his head with a gasp. Their father stood there and his face had gone completely blank. Harry sat up with a nervous smile and straightened his shirt, wrinkled from sleeping.

"Morning, Dad." Harry offered, his voice cracking, but not from nerves. They were old enough that their voices were beginning to break and deepen. Harry's blush deepened.

"I see you both are awake." He looked them both in the eye, but said nothing about the kiss. "Get dressed. Breakfast is in ten minutes."

"Yes, Father." Draco smiled sweetly and earned a mild glare. It only made him smile wider. Severus snorted and swept from the room.

"Do you think he's mad at us?" Harry wondered, biting his lip.

Draco's good mood damped as Harry's anxiety spiked. "Would it matter if he was? I love you, Baby."

"I love you too." Harry smiled nervously. "Why would Dad be mad about that?"

"He's not." Draco reassured, bringing him into a gentle hug. "He's just getting use to it. We're kinda young, but we're not really, so… It's kind of complicated."

"Oh." Harry looked up at him trustingly. His distress faded and a deep contentment took its place. Harry was smiling again.

"Come on. Let's get dressed."

Ten minutes later, Remus came in bearing a large tray covered with food. A house-elf appeared and prepared two lap trays for the boys. They settled back on the bed once the elf made it up. Remus asked them about their dreams and what they wanted to do today as they began to eat. It was nice and Harry was glad that Remus wasn't upset about him and Draco. He caught his boyfriend's eyes and smiled. Draco winked back at him.

"Do you want anymore?" Remus asked Harry. The boy could eat normal sized portions now and he had eaten all Draco had, but if he could fit more in, they would encourage him to. But he shook his head.

"No. I'm full." He allowed his tray to be taken.

Draco got up and kissed his cheek. "I'll go start my lessons. See you for lunch."

"Bye, Ray!" Harry chirped happily.

"Not so fast." Remus caught the blonde's arm. "We need to talk, Draco Malfoy."

The blonde widened his eyes and looked completely innocent. "What about?"

"You know what. Sit down." He frowned at Harry. "Don't look at me like that. You're not in trouble. We just have to get a few things straight."

Harry nodded, but couldn't help fidgeting and biting his lip nervously. Draco smiled at him and wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders. Harry leaned into the embrace and grabbed the blonde's hand. Remus watched them for a second and sighed, shaking his head with a smile.

"You two love each other?"

"Yes." Harry answered sincerely, truth in his bright eyes.

"Of course." Draco sniffed.

"And you have new feelings for each other. Feelings of pleasure and desire." Remus continued. The boys blushed deeply and he grinned wolfishly. He'd be damned if he were going to be the only one uncomfortable during this. They would suffer as well.

"This isn't necessary." Draco protested. "I know all about sex. Or… I think I do."

"Maybe so." Remus shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "But just because you have these feelings and love each other, doesn't mean you are mentally or physically prepared to continue all the way."

"What do you mean?" Draco frowned.

"I mean you should take things slow. Enjoy one thing at a time. Make the newness last." Remus became serious and leaned forward. His eyes were almost all gold now and the boys knew that he meant business. "Your father and I have discussed this. We know what it's like to be thirteen and in love, but we also know that it is a time where it is very easy to make a mistake. You are allowed to date and share the same room, but there will be no more sleeping in the same bed."

"But…" Harry protested, his eyes wide.

"No." Remus shook his head. "You can have Draco in the room, only if you give me your word you will stay in separate beds unless one of you has had a nightmare. In that case, you will wake the other and come to your father's room. Understood?"

"Yes, Moony." Harry sighed, disappointed and not liking it at all. Not so much because he had planned to continue to test the new feelings he had, but because he hadn't slept alone in what was to him years and it was a scary prospect.

"You are allowed to kiss, but there will be no groping." Remus continued, looking mostly at Draco for this last one.

"What do you mean?" The blonde narrowed his eyes.

"You can hug Harry, but you are not to let your hand wander under his shirt or lower." Remus coughed uncomfortably. "Maybe when you're older, okay?"

"This is ridiculous." Draco grumbled.

"We can always tell your mother." Remus smiled sweetly and the blonde's glare intensified.

"You wouldn't."

"We would if we felt you couldn't control yourselves. Allow yourselves time to ease into this. Trust us and we will trust you." He stood and put his hand on their shoulder. "You'll be older in a matter of days. Please. This isn't so much to ask of you."

"Alright." Harry nodded. "But it isn't bad? To love Draco? That's not why you're saying all this?"

"No! Of course it isn't bad!" Remus shook him gently. "It's never wrong to love. No matter whom it is. I love your father, as you well know. There is nothing wrong with that. What we're worried about is you two hurting each other accidentally. Or even missing out on some of the best parts of a new relationship because you two grew up, so to speak, so close together. You'll skip ahead because you'll think you know each other, but at this time in your life, you're constantly changing and discovering yourselves and it wouldn't be wise to overlook that. We want to make your relationship as healthy as we can. You two have been through a lot. We want to make sure you are alright."

"I would never hurt Harry, accidentally or not." Draco said angrily. "I can feel everything he feels. I wouldn't be able to."

"I know that, Draco." Remus soothed. "Really I do. But Harry could easily get overcome with these new feelings and be alright, but later when everything cools down again, it might feel different."

"I love Draco." Harry protested. "I'll never feel differently about him."

"I didn't say you would." Remus sighed in frustration. "But these are the rules and if you can't abide by them, you will be chaperoned at all times and you will sleep in separate rooms. This isn't negotiable."

"Fine." Draco stood stiffly. "I have lessons to attend to."

Harry watched him go solemnly. Remus gave an uncomfortable shrug. They sat in silence for a few awkward minutes, but Harry soon broke it asking if Remus would go over magical theory with him. He wanted to know more about those collars and how they worked. Remus gratefully accepted the change in topic and got out the books.

After their lessons, it was time for lunch (or second lunch for Harry who was still struggling to put on weight). Draco came up to help him down the stairs. Remus went behind them and Severus stayed a few steps ahead of them incase they fell. Harry was flushed and again had an asthma attack. Everyone waited for him to recover, but Harry was not happy.

He was tired of having to be carried everywhere. He was tired of keeping everyone waiting for him. And most of all he hated staying in that one room all day and night, only coming down for lunch with the rest of the house. He wanted to be able to go with Draco to lessons. He wanted to walk in the garden Remus told him was out back. He wanted to be able to get to the bathroom within five minutes. He didn't like depending on everyone. He wanted to be stronger. He still felt bad about being such a burden to Draco when they were escaping.

Draco smiled at his boyfriend. Harry was so determined. His body was weak right now, but he was so strong on the inside. His emotions were twice as powerful as his own and he suspected that to be true of most everybody. There was no one as alive as Harry. He took his love's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Harry squeezed back, but when he met Draco's eyes, his were blazing green with determination.

"I want to do this on my own." He said.

Draco nodded and let go. He knew Harry was serious and he wouldn't tell him he couldn't try, but he'd be close enough to catch him if he were to fall. Severus frowned, but the little Lord glared at him and the man kept his silence. Harry breathed slowly, trying not to have another asthma attack. He took the next step alone, Draco's solid presence giving him courage. He took another and his legs began to tremble, his lungs tightened warningly. He was almost to the bottom of the stairs and his body was tired. Frustrated and angry, he scowled.

"Forget this." He shook his head, talking to himself. "I'm not being trapped up there any longer. I will get there on my own."

As if in answer, he felt his magic swirl to the surface. It was powerful, much more powerful than he ever remembered it being in his memories of his time at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione. He embraced it and asked to be able to get around on his own without tiring or stressing his body. It spilled over in answer and with a joyful cry, Harry felt himself rise a few inches in the air. He was floating. No! He was flying!

Severus stared, not sure if he should tell his son to stop or not. Harry's long-sleeved blue shirt was waving gently against his son's body as it floated in the air. His wild hair waved and rustled lazily as if in a gentle breeze. Harry's arms were outstretched for balance and raised out from his sides. He was terrified Harry would fall and opened his mouth to snap at him when he noticed his son's bright, joyful eyes and very large grin. He hadn't seen Harry smile like that in almost two weeks. He shut it again.

"Amazing, Harry." Remus smiled broadly. "Is it hard to maintain though? I don't want you to exhaust your magical stores."

"No." Draco answered for him. "I sense no stress yet."

"It's easy and it tickles some." Harry laughed. "This is great!"

He flew toward Severus just over walking speed and swerved to the side and past him. Going forward, his whole body tilted slightly and reminded Draco of a ghost. Remus was laughing, but Severus, whose heart had stopped in fear when his son rushed past, looked about ready to scream.

"Look! I'm not tired at all! And I can breathe still!" Just as he said that, his chest tightened and he forced himself to calm. Flying like this didn't stress his body, but getting over excited would. He smiled joyfully and called up to Draco. "Show me the garden after dinner, okay, Draco? I want to go outside."

He flew into the kitchen and out of sight. Draco raced after him, leaving the two men alone on the stairs. Severus shook his head in wonder. Remus came down beside him looking bemused. "He really is powerful." He said softly.

"Very." Severus agreed.

"How is it possible? I thought it was impossible for any spell to allow a wizard to fly." Remus couldn't stop staring at where his godson had done the impossible.

"He just willed it and his magic is strong enough to support his desire." Severus said softly. "I guess it's a matter of Harry not knowing it is impossible and so does it."

The Order members all fell silent as a joyful Harry Potter flew into the room and floated to his seat. Draco came running after and was enthusiastically praising Harry's new ability. The others could only blink in shock. The only two who weren't as surprised were Dumbledore and Narcissa. She remembered Harry almost killing her and this was only another demonstration of the boy's incredible strength. Dumbledore had felt the boy's strength while he dueled the boys and it had been strong even while Harry held back, afraid he'd hurt someone. He was very pleased with this new more obvious display of power.

"You are feeling better." He smiled at the boys.

"Yes, sir." Harry grinned. "This is so much better! Now I don't have to stay up in that room all the time!"

"That's wonderful, Harry." Dumbledore said.

Severus and Remus joined them and they all ate lunch, talking happily. When Draco finished, he jumped up and said he'd take Harry outside. The smaller teen floated out of his seat and flew up behind Draco, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck from behind while still hovering several inches off the ground.

"Look! I'm tall as you now!" Harry laughed in delight.

Draco smirked and grabbed one of Harry's hands, running out into the yard. It felt like he was tugging on a balloon as he went. He laughed at that mental image. "Don't float away." He grinned as they stepped outside.

Harry smacked him playfully on the shoulder and flew out the door. He drifted from flower patch to flower patch, admiring the plants and colors as he absorbed the sun. It was chilly out, but it felt heavenly. He looked back and saw that Draco was standing and watching him. His thick braid of white hair swayed in the light breeze like a cat's tail, dangling just past his bottom.

He wore black slacks and a long-sleeved, white button-up. His silver eyes were soft with affection and his sculpted lips were relaxed with a very faint smile. Harry's heart tightened. Draco was so strong and tall, so handsome. He flew over to him and stopped inches from his face. Draco didn't flinch, his mouth had quirked up into a happy smile as they looked at each other at eye level.

Harry grinned mischievously and reached his hands into Draco's hair. The blonde cried out as he felt his hair come undone and flow loose. Several strands blew across his face and he slipped it back behind his ear. His frown disappeared however when he felt Harry murmur against his lips. "So beautiful. I love you, Draco."

The brunette kissed him, slow and deep. Both of Harry's arms wrapped around his neck and one hand slipped up into his hair while the other arm wrapped around the back of his shoulders to hold him close. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's tiny waist and kissed back hungrily. Harry tasted like silk, warm and smooth. He tasted of bright colors and powerful magic.

Draco felt overwhelmed with desire and love, with the need to protect Harry and make him happy always. The powerful feelings were echoed by Harry's own love for him and it was sharp and consuming in his chest, bringing tears to his eyes. He closed them quickly. He didn't want his baby to think he was upset. Eventually they broke away and Draco stared adoringly into Harry's bright eyes. He wondered if there was anything he could do for Harry's eyes. He wanted to be able to see them without glasses in the way. He'd have to remember to ask Pomfrey.

"What are you thinking?" Harry asked.

"You have gorgeous eyes. They're so expressive. And I was wishing you didn't need glasses so I could see them better. I was thinking I should ask Madam Pomfrey about it." He explained as he reached up and brushed Harry's hair from his face.

"Do you think she could?" Harry asked, tilting his head adorably.

"Maybe." Draco smiled. He leaned forward and kissed Harry's nose. "Come on. Let's walk around." He took Harry's hand and they began to tour the garden. They walked in content silence, basking in each other's presence.

Narcissa backed away from the garden silently and shut the back door. Her heart was pounding in her chest with shock and she thought she might have a panic attack. She hadn't seen this coming at all. She had thought her son's relationship with the Boy-Who-Lived was brotherly. They acted like close twins, siblings. So when had…

She shook her head. This… this was wrong. Draco had shown no interest in boys and definitely no interest in Harry Potter. For Merlin's sake, he had dated Pansy for a few months before deciding they should just be friends. How could this happen? It was the spell. She knew it. She felt her nerves steady and her mouth settled into a grim line. She'd have to find Severus.

It didn't take long to find him. He was in his office, working on the things Professor Farris had sent him. The substitute had taken over Severus' teaching duties completely now and Dumbledore was acting as Head of Slytherin House while he and the boys remained at Grimmauld Place. The dark-eyed man looked up as she entered, but didn't push aside his work.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded.

Severus didn't bother pretending he didn't know what she was talking about. That would have been too insulting for Narcissa to bear. "I only found out today."

"What are you going to do about it?" Her eyes narrowed.

Severus knew instantly that his and Remus' guess that Narcissa wouldn't be pleased was correct. "They are thirteen and believe themselves to be in love. I've placed restrictions on them and as long as they don't exceed these, then I see no problem with this development. It is natural for boys this age to feel…"

"I know what's natural." She growled and leaned forward aggressively on the desk. "Draco began dating Pansy in his Third Year, so I'm well aware what is natural for a hormonal teenager. What isn't natural is that he feels these things for a boy. A boy who is practically his brother, at that! Draco wasn't homosexual before this spell and it is twisting him into something he is not."

"I hardly think you know all there is to know about your son's love life before this happened." Severus answered coldly. "He dated Pansy in Third Year for a few months and they called it quits, deciding to be friends. He didn't date anyone else in the two years that followed. He was learning what he liked and hadn't yet come to decide. His leanings could have very well developed long before this spell. What I do know is that this spell is not shaping either of them. It changed their bodies and not their personalities."

"How can you say that?" Narcissa screeched. "It has obviously changed both of their personalities. Neither one of them acted this way before the spell."

"But that is not due to the spell." Severus stood and fought to keep his voice lowered. "They have changed because their experiences have changed. They are reacting and adapting to everything that has happened, both good and bad. Their minds have grown together, yes, but they are still themselves.

"Draco may not be as self-centered as before, but it is hard to be so when you are always aware of how another feels. And Harry is happier, more confident. He feels safe and loved for the first time in his life and it is only natural that he reacts to that. They both have faced horrible trials together and survived. This has drawn them closer and taught them about reality and their own strengths and weaknesses. These boys are healthy and doing very well considering all they have been through."

"Healthy!" Narcissa raged. "This is NOT healthy! They are obsessed with each other! They are practically one person!"

"Their love for each other is deep and true." A calm voice said from the door. Narcissa's head snapped around and stared at Remus. "That is why they are always in each other's thoughts and hearts. What they have is very rare and beautiful, Narcissa. We should be grateful. Draco will not find someone else in the world to love him as Harry does. Harry will put Draco first and protect him as best as he can. He will make Draco happier than any of us can imagine.

"And let me tell you something, Mrs. Malfoy. I taught Draco in Third Year when he was dating Pansy. He was not excited by her, only curious and experimenting. He was gay before the spell; he was just unsure of how to act on it. It wouldn't surprise me to learn he experimented with other boys that you have no idea about."

"That's ridiculous!" Narcissa hissed. "I would know if my son were… that way."

"Would you?" Severus asked gently. "Lucius was a huge wall between you until recently and there is no way Draco would have told his father. Lucius would have been furious that his only child wasn't planning on giving him an heir."

"And why not?" Narcissa growled. "He is Lord Malfoy. He has obligations and responsibilities to his family."

"And he will fulfill them." Remus argued back. "His love life will not prevent him from taking his place as Lord of your family. The Malfoy's are many and he can name anyone of them as his heir and train that person for that place while he has his life with Harry. You can't expect him to sell his soul for the family name, Narcissa. This is your son. You should want him to be fulfilled and happy."

"You both are supporting this?" She glared at the men furiously. "How could you, knowing what will happen when Harry remembers being Desecrated?"

"We don't know what will happen when he remembers." Remus countered. "This could even help him overcome the horror by knowing what sharing his body is meant to be."

"From the beginning, you two have sacrificed my son for that hopeless child."

"Harry isn't hopeless, Narcissa." Severus spat. "And no one is sacrificing Draco. If you would open your damn eyes, you'd see that he's happier than he ever was. He's more mature and he's even stronger. Never before has Draco been so sure of himself and certain of who he is and the power he possesses. He lets no one sway him, but he is intelligent and accepts advice and guidance. He's becoming a very strong young man and you should be proud."

"Proud that he only gives his duties as Lord Malfoy a few minutes of his day? Proud that he is more concerned about Harry and this war than he is with his future? Proud that he would die for that boy?" She tossed her hair and stood straight. "You are making a mistake by allowing this."

"Don't interfere, Narcissa." Severus said, his voice a silky threat. "You'll only turn your son against you for good."

She stared at him for a long moment before turning and sweeping from the room. Remus watched her go with worried eyes. He turned and looked back at his mate. "Should we warn the boys?"

Severus stared at the door, his eyes dark and thoughtful. "No. Draco would confront her and she's not ready for that. She'd only push him away for good. No. We will watch her very closely and hope she comes to accept things. I think anything that tries to come between those boys will be smashed to pieces."

The day passed and Narcissa made no move to interfere. She watched the boys through hard, masked eyes, but they were oblivious, too caught up in each other to really notice anyone else. Draco and Harry talked a lot about Hogwarts and what they remember from their school years there and how they now feel different or the same in some cases. Draco related his relationship with his father and what was expected of him. Harry talked about the expectations of the Wizarding World and his godfather. They talked about their friends and what they missed and what they would now do differently.

When it was time for bed, they went upstairs reluctantly. Neither was happy about having to sleep in separate beds. Draco had tried to plead with their father to change his mind, promising they wouldn't mess around at all, but Severus was firm. When he saw the true unhappiness in their faces, he compromised and had the beds pushed close enough together that the boys could just reach each other's hands if they were to hold out their arms.

Harry got into bed and Draco got into the other one. They looked across at each other and sighed. They guessed it wouldn't be that bad, but the bed was not as warm as they were used to it being. Severus sat between the beds and offered to tell them a story. Both boys accepted and listened to their father's deep, melodious voice until they fell asleep.

Severus watched them for a few minutes longer and made his way to his bedroom. He had to agree with the Wolf. The love those boys shared was true and powerful. If you looked, you could see it in every gesture and glance. It was disconcerting because he couldn't fathom that much devotion and connection between two people and the unknown was always disturbing. And it was beautiful, like the sound of two perfectly harmonizing voices singing as one.

He opened his bedroom door and found the Wolf curled up in bed, sleeping. He found himself smirking. He slid across the floor silently and nipped at the man's neck. Remus' eyes fluttered open and Severus flipped him over violently onto his stomach and pinned him there. Remus gasped.

"I think it's about time you were punished for taking advantage of me the other night." Severus purred into his lover's ear.

Remus' eyes flashed gold instantly and he began to pant. Severus smirked and whispered an incantation, wandlessly binding the Wolf to keep him where he was. He brought his hand up and slid it into the soft, golden brown and grey hair. He stroked gently once, twice, then grabbed a handful and pulled hard, lifting Remus' head up. The Wolf gasped and squirmed, rubbing his hips into the mattress beneath him. Severus licked up the man's neck and bit at his ear. Remus shivered.

"Yes. You need to be taught a lesson." Severus settled himself, straddling his lover's waist so that he was sitting on his lower back. He reached forward with his free hand and caressed Remus' jaw, bringing his fingers over the man's parted lips. He slipped two long fingers into the Wolf's mouth and ordered in a hard voice, "Suck."

Remus closed his lips around his mate's fingers and licked up and down them, sucking and stroking them. Severus was breathing hard as he watched the Wolf obey him. The sensations of that warm, rough tongue made his blood heat and his groin tighten. He whispered another spell and Remus' clothes were banished into the corner of the room. Surprised, the Wolf gasped and released Severus' now wet fingers.

"Good." Severus purred leaning forward and shifting backward so he was now sitting on the man's thighs. Without warning, he slipped both fingers inside his lover's tight body. Remus arched with a long whine of pleasure. Severus watched through half-lidded eyes as Remus squirmed and panted as he worked him higher and higher toward climax.

"Please… Severus… I need you… Now… Take me…" Remus begged, his voice trying to be demanding, but coming across weak and needy.

"Say you're mine, Wolf. Admit it." Severus whispered huskily.

"I'm yours!" Remus gasped and growled deeply. "Yours."

Severus couldn't wait any longer. He removed his fingers and quickly undid his robes. He was too hot and distracted to try spelling them off. Remus whined and growled into the pillows as he waited for his lover. When Severus returned and pushed in viciously, he howled. Severus' panting breaths caressed his bare shoulder and Remus began to fight his bonds. He wanted to twist around. He wanted with desperate passion to flip their positions and ravish his teasing, delicious mate.

"Mine… My Severus…" He growled and pushed his hips backward, taking control of the rhythm. Severus buried his face into his neck and hair and wrapped his long arms around his chest. "Yes… Need you… Love you…" Remus panted and growled as they rocked.

Severus bit down hard as he exploded in his lover. Remus keened, struggling against the spell holding him in place. The smell of his mate coming, the feel of him was taunting him. He growled and thrashed. Severus collapsed, panting, eyes feverish. Remus mindless with lust and still hovering on the cusp snarled and the spell snapped.

He twisted around and rolled on top of his sated mate. Growling in pleasure, almost purring, Remus removed the rest of his lover's clothes. He lay on top of him, chest to chest and spread Severus' legs. The man watched, silent. Remus licked and sucked along his neck and bare shoulder as he slid inside his mate.

Severus gasped and arched weakly. Remus kissed him hard, slow, and began to move. He penetrated deep with each thrust and pulled slowly back out to plunge in again. Severus gripped the blankets on either side of him as he rode out the waves of pleasure that built and built. Remus came hard as he felt Severus' hot semen spurt weakly between them. The tangy scent drove him over the cusp and he moaned, biting hard on Severus' shoulder, marking him, claiming him, both inside and out.

The next day Harry ate breakfast downstairs and sat in the sitting room with Draco while they took their lessons. Remus was teaching him about Transfiguration that day and he found it fascinating. He left for his first lunch a couple hours later and Draco was released to duel with Dumbledore before lunch with the rest of the house.

The boys handled themselves well. Harry's spell power was lower than normal, but still much higher than before they had become afflicted by the de-aging spell because he was maintaining his flying. Draco was very good at strategy and Harry seamlessly followed his lead, making them a formidable team.

They ate lunch and played a few card games with Tonks and Sturgis in the garden. Harry had another snack and a nap before dinner. Narcissa was silent and Draco was beginning to notice something was wrong with her. He watched her warily, but was careful to keep his suspicions from Harry. The brunette was so happy and he didn't want to change that so soon.

After they ate, their father and Remus took them to a smaller sitting room. Harry floated into Draco's lap and he held the smaller boy comfortably in his arms. Harry magicked a long strand of hair free of his braid and began playing with it with a content sigh. Severus ordered them hot chocolate and they sat comfortably for a long minute. Draco grinned as he noticed the way Remus was staring at their father.

Severus scowled playfully at the blonde, but that became serious. "I thought we should talk about what kind of memories you are about to recover. Fourth Year was a difficult one for you Harry."

Harry looked over worriedly. "What happens?"

"There was a Tournament. Three wizarding schools from Europe get together and compete in three tasks. The winner gains a trophy, prize money, and honor for their school." Remus explained gently. "It was held at Hogwarts that year and three champions were chosen. Victor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons."

"A fourth name was chosen. It was yours." Severus took over. "The new Defense teacher was really a Death Eater in disguise and he placed your name in the goblet under a false fourth school. Your name had to be chosen in that case since it was the only one entered for that school. You participated in the Tasks and did really well. You tied with Cedric for first place and both took the trophy at the end. It was a portkey, planted by the Death Eater, and you were taken to Voldemort. You were rendered helpless and forced to participate in a ritual that brought the Dark Lord back into full power and body. Cedric died."

"What?" Harry was trembling now and tears sparkled in his eyes. Draco hid his face in Harry's hair and held him close, soothing him.

"You dueled Voldemort." Severus continued. "It ended in a draw and you were able to come back with Cedric's body. You were taken from the scene by the fake Defense teacher, but before he could hurt you we found you and apprehended him. He died from the Dementor's Kiss a little later."

"Oh, Harry." Remus went and knelt in front of the boys. Harry was hiding his face against Draco's shoulder, but Remus could smell his fear and tension. He wrapped them both into a hug. "I'm so sorry."

They sat together for a few hours after that. They talked about all different things. At first they talked about what would happen in Fourth Year, but they soon wandered into comforting subjects that held little meaning. They talked about favorite foods and music. Remus told a few good stories about his days wandering the world.

Soon the boys were ready for bed and they walked them to their room. They made sure the boys were tucked into their separate beds and told them goodnight. Harry was already asleep, but Draco was able to answer sleepily. As soon as the two men were gone, Draco slipped out of his bed and crawled up next to Harry. The brunette made room for him, even in his sleep, and sighed softly. Draco could feel his muscles relaxing and the sluggish tension on his chest eased. Smiling, he pulled Harry close and fell deeply asleep.

Chapter end

A/N: Yay! I finished their thirteenth year! Next chapter will be them waking up fourteen and the seven days that follow. Hopefully it will fit into one whole chapter and not go over again. Hope you guys like this chapter. Do you think Severus and Remus are moving too fast? I just haven't really had time to write how their feelings are progressing since I'm focusing on Harry and Draco. Review and let me know.