Disclaimer: HP and Co. belong to J.K. Rowling, not myself. (Sadness)

A/N: Here's a second chapter, hope you guys enjoy.
Yes, I'm skipping over major healing times, but as stated previously, this story isn't centered on Orion's recovery process.

R/R

Chapter 2: Home

Orion looked at his family worriedly, all three offered him reassuring smiles as Healer Lawrence looked over her notes before casting some general diagnostic spells.

"Well, as long as you take it easy and follow the rules I've set, I don't see why you can't go home" The Healer said with a small smile. Orion grinned, he had woken up on July eighteenth from the healing coma, and now, finally on August first he was allowed to go home. Of course, going home didn't mean he was better, it just meant he was going to be in a different place continuing on his recovery. Since he had woken up and had his tantrum where Lucius had comforted him, Orion had been having daily sessions with his psychologist and his family and slowly things were improving. Oh, they had a hell of a lot to work through still, but things were better then they had been. Good enough that Orion now felt comfortable with going home with them.

"Thank you Healer" Lucius said, extending his hand and shaking the woman's. Orion was grinning happily, Draco's hand resting protectively on his shoulder as their parents spoke with Lawrence about continuing treatment at the house. Orion and Draco had worked through most of their issues in therapy and were now getting along much better then they ever had. Draco was ecstatic to have a brother, a little brother, and Orion was ecstatic to have an older brother, especially since Draco was being all protective, just like he'd wanted.

"You ready?" Lucius asked, walking over to Orion and Draco once Healer Lawrence had left to go finish her rounds.

"As I'll ever be" Orion said, his tone slightly husky. Draco squeezed his shoulder as Lucius carefully helped him out of the bed, steadying the teen as he wobbled. Orion had also been receiving a bit of physical therapy in his legs since it had been awhile since he had actually stood up. Clutching at Lucius with his good hand, his left hand, his father wound an arm around his waist and carefully lead him towards the private floo.

"I'm going to go through first" Lucius explained, carefully transferring Orion to Draco, "And then Draco will send you through" Orion nodded, watching as his father stepped into the green flames, calling out for 'Malfoy Manor' as he did so.

Waiting a moment, Draco continued to steady his younger brother as he pinched the powder and tossed it into the waiting flames and calling out for the Manor as he fed Orion into the flame.

Ori shut his eyes tight, his stomach rebelling badly as he was spit from the fire and into Lucius' waiting arms. Bile rose in his throat as he pitched forward, groaning as his stomach clenched and then heaved, spilling all over what he assumed was a very expensive and nice rug.

"Sorry" He stuttered out as Draco came through the floo closely followed by Narcissa.

"Is he alright?" The blonde woman asked kneeling next to Ori and rubbing his back as Draco grabbed a bowl and set it under his brother as his stomach continued to rebel.

"He should be, the Healer mentioned nausea with floo travel" Lucius said, still holding his son carefully, not wanting to aggravate his still tender injuries further.

After a little while, Ori seemed to stop heaving and just lay still against Lucius.

"You alright?" Narcissa asked, summoning a house elf for a glass of water.

"Fine, just don't like floo travel" Ori rasped, letting his mother help him with the glass of water. Lucius chuckled,

"Not many people like floo travel" The aristocratic blond mentioned, carefully helping Ori to stand and carefully maneuvering him onto a nearby couch, relieved that they had opted to floo into the family room and not the main entrance hall.

Ori chuckled weakly, leaning into the couch cushions and beginning to drift off. He still tired very easy and the Healer had said he'd most likely nap periodically throughout the day.

-Blood-

Albus cursed as he walked out of Minister Fudge's office and headed towards the Atrium. He had tried to make Cornelius see sense about Harry Potter, he refused to call him Orion, but the Minister had just smirked, arguing that the boy legally belonged to the Malfoy family and that since Harry Potter never really existed that he, Albus, had no power in the situation and should just suck it up and deal with it. Albus snorted as he stepped into the floo, heading back to his school to contemplate what to do. He knew Lucius was going to be a real thorn in his side about this whole matter. School started again in exactly a month and he knew Orion Malfoy would be appearing, though he had no idea in what capacity. Harry Potter would have been going into fifth year, but Orion was legally fourteen, since he knew Severus had been commissioned by Lucius to make an antidote for the aging potion they had fed baby Orion all those years ago. So, he really didn't know what to expect with the boy, he knew a re-sort would be called, and the Malfoys technically had every right, Harry Potter had been sorted but Orion Malfoy never had been. He sighed, Vernon Dursley had really bloody screwed up. Sure, he didn't care if Potter had been neglected, even knocked around a bit, but the man had gone too far. He had lost Albus his weapon, the only way to defeat the dark side and then, because of his abuse, had managed to hand over his weapon to a notably dark family, all in one swoop.

Shaking his head, Albus stared at his desk, a small frown on his face. What was he going to do? He had resigned himself to the fact that he had lost Harry, that his weapon was gone, but now what? He had to keep up face, continue on as the Leader of the Light and he would do that. Besides he had the Order and he had young Ronald, Ginevra and Hermione's support, all three were firmly in his pocket and that was were they'd remain. The children were livid, he had told them all at the Order Meeting last night what had occurred with Potter, and of course they were angry. He knew a continued friendship would be a problem, so instead he encouraged them to watch the Malfoys when they returned to school and keep him updated on any odd behaviour. Yes, that would work, of course it was a bit disappointment for Ginevra, she had been promised to Mr. Potter and now that wouldn't be happening. He would make sure she received compensation, how, he wasn't sure just yet, but he wanted to remain on good terms with the Weasley family so he would have to find something.

-Blood-

Ori woke violently when Draco nudged his shoulder. Gasping, Ori looked around wildly, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest until he calmed once he realized where he was and who he was with.

"Sorry" Draco murmured, flushing lightly. The therapist had warned them about waking Ori carefully, since he was still suffering mentally from what had happened to him.

"S'fine" Ori said, fisting his eyes tiredly, still composing himself from his startled state.

"Where are Mum and Dad?" Ori asked, the names still unfamiliar to him though he insisted on using them.

"Shopping, Mum wanted to get you some stuff, clothes or something" Draco explained with a grin, "Dad went with her, they figured we'd be alright on our own, at least for a little while" Draco chuckled. Ori grinned, he felt the most comfortable around Draco, though he was getting better with both Narcissa and Lucius, though they still had issues to work through as a family and just Ori personally. He had major issues with touch, as was just demonstrated with Draco's wake up call.

"What are we gonna do then?" Ori asked, hesitantly leaning against Draco. He was, by nature, an affectionate person, and his therapist encouraged him to actively seek out physical comfort from his family, which he was slowly getting better at.

Draco looked thoughtful, though internally he was pleased. It was much easier for him to accept Orion, even though he knew he had once been Harry Potter then it was for Ori to accept him. It had to do with Draco having known about Orion his entire life, where as this was all new for Ori, or so the therapist explained. Just having Ori lean on him, seeking comfort from him was a huge deal for the older blond and he was extremely happy to have his little brother back.

"We could play a game? Have some lunch?" Draco shrugged, suddenly unsure of how to entertain his younger brother. Ori grinned, letting out a small sigh as he saw how flustered Draco was.

"What's going to happen with school Dray?" He asked, having started calling his older brother that after a few days of therapy. Draco pretended to hate the nickname, but he loved it, though he'd never, ever admit it.

"I don't know" Draco said with a shrug, "I think Dad's going to speak with the Governors and Dumbledore about getting you resorted and into fourth year" He murmured.

"I already did fourth year" Ori groaned, not too upset about the re-sort, he had, after all expected it.

"We know, but because of the tournament taking up so much of your time in fourth year, you could probably use the repeat to actually focus on your classes instead of focusing on not dying" Draco said with a small grin, rubbing Ori's side lightly.

Ori flushed lightly, chuckling and nodded his head in agreement.

"I could probably use the repeat, if only to help me get awesome grades" He said with a small shrug, not wanting to make a big deal over school, in the grand scheme of things it wasn't really a big deal.

"What house do you think you'll get?" Draco asked, looking at his younger brother intently.

"Dunno" Ori shrugged, "If you'd asked me a few months ago I would have said Gryffindor, but now..." He trailed off with a sigh.

"I don't think you're a Gryffindor anymore" Draco agreed, "I dunno though, I suppose we'll find out" He murmured, his forehead wrinkling lightly as he contemplated just what house his younger brother would be in. He sincerely hoped he was in Slytherin, if only because he was being selfish and wanted his younger brother with him, where he could keep an eye on him and everyone interacting with him. Siri nodded, letting his head rest on Draco's shoulder as the pair stared at the fire in front of them. His actions were those of someone younger then thirteen-going on fourteen-who had once been fourteen going on fifteen, but his therapist had explained that his cravings for affection would make his behaviour sometimes that of a young child when he was given said affection, having never received any affection as a child or a teenager, beyond some interaction with the Weasley family, Ron and Hermione.

Draco smiled, letting Ori rest against him contently. This is what he had always wanted, he had always wanted to be a big brother, wanted to have a little brother to tease, to protect, to offer advice and now he had that. He didn't care a lick that Ori had once been Harry Potter and that he had once hated him, all he cared about now was that Ori was home and he was a Malfoy.

-Blood-

Lucius and Narcissa walked into the family room, having flooed into the main hall in case Ori was sleeping or something similar.

Narcissa made an odd cooing noise at the sight that greeted them. Ori was curled up, his head resting in Draco's lap, Draco's hand was resting on Ori's head, the older teen was asleep as well, a silly grin on his face, his head lolled to one side.

"Get a camera" Narcissa hissed at Lucius wanting to capture the precious moment. They had one picture of Ori, from the day he was born and Narcissa intended to make up for that. Lucius chuckled, carefully removing the freshly purchased camera from one of the many bags of clothing and other goodies they'd purchased for the boys. Handing it to his wife, he resisted the urge to chuckle as she darted about, snapping pictures.

At the clicking noise, Draco woke with a start, immediately quieting as he saw his mother and the camera. He groaned, realizing that he was going to have to get used to this, since Narcissa had a mildly insane gleam in her eye as she stooped down, trying to get a picture of Ori's sleeping face.

"You're ridiculous" Lucius said with a grin, watching his wife contently. Thankfully Ori remained asleep through the ordeal since Lucius was positive waking up with a crazy lady taking pictures of him would set them back in therapy.

-Blood-

"Well?" Ori asked, glancing up from his reading as Lucius sauntered into his room, a grin on his face. Ori's bedroom was in the family wing, as were the rest of the family's rooms, though Lucius and Narcissa had a private wing of the Manor, when they chose to use it. The room was set in between his parents room and Draco's room with a shared washroom attaching him and Draco. It was the room he was supposed to have grown up in, and had been decorated for a small child up until recently. Now the walls were a gorgeous sea-green colour. He had a large, four poster bed set up in the middle with light green sheets and a comforter that matched the walls. Black hangings were around the bed, but Ori generally slept with them pulled back, since he didn't like feeling closed in. He had a huge bookshelf, filled with every kind of book he could imagine. He also had large, comfortable chairs, which was where Lucius was sitting right now, smiling at his son. He had a desk in the corner, with his school books set up on the shelf above. His belongings had been collected from the Dursleys, though he hadn't gone through them except for pulling his firebolt out and putting it on a special broom stand in the corner. Besides that, the trunk was sitting by the desk, unopened and blatantly ignored.

"Well what?" Lucius teased, it had been a great few weeks since they had brought Ori home and the family seemed to be getting better all the time. Ori still had a long way to go, but his desperation for a loving family had helped him deal with his more emotional problems relating to the Malfoys. He seemed to be fitting in now, content to spend time with his family, basking in the love and affection that they so freely offered. He was still getting used to the fact that the family put on such a display in public, but that was all it was, a display. Behind closed doors the family was loving, caring and very open and honest with one another.

Ori glowered playfully at his Dad, much more comfortable with the title now then he had been just a few weeks ago.

"You know what" He said, sitting up on his bed and looking intently at his Dad, silver-blue eyes shining excitedly.

"Well" Lucius drawled, ducking as Ori sent a pillow flying in his direction. He grinned, his son was much more open and active now, though the scar on his back hadn't fully healed over and his right hand was still very messed up.

"Fine, fine" Lucius said, holding up his hands to calm his son, done with his teasing for now. 'I spoke to the Governors and Professor Dumbledore. You will be returning to Hogwarts, as a fourth year" Lucius explained, "And you'll be getting re-sorted. Dumbledore insists that it be with the first years, in front of all the students however" He pulled a face. He had wanted the sorting to be private and in Dumbledore's office but the man had insisted and the Governors, being spineless, had agreed.

Ori sucked in a breath, nodding his head, though he was worried. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts, desperately, but the thought of being sorted in front of the whole school scared him.

"Are you okay?" Lucius asked, moving to sit on the bed next to Ori, recognizing the worry on his son's face.

"Just worried" Ori admitted, leaning against his Father lightly. Lucius stilled, not wanting to startle Ori, out of all the family members, Lucius was the one Ori had the most trouble being touched by or touching, so this was a fairly big step for him.

"What about?" Lucius asked, keeping his tone light and gentle, employing some of the soothing techniques they had learned in therapy.

"Being sorted again?" Ori admitted, his tone drowsy, he still had been sleeping quite a bit, particularly after he received treatments on his hand, which he was still getting and would be for awhile. Healer Lawrence had said they should keep up physiotherapy on his hand for some time, even though everyone knew his hand wasn't going to improve or get better.

"Why?" Lucius asked, rubbing Ori's shoulder lightly, enjoying the moment with his son.

"I don't want to get sorted in front of the entire school. I sort of hoped it would just happen in Dumbledore's office" Ori murmured, "I don't know if I can stand sitting there, having everyone stare at me, knowing who I once was and who I am now" The blond teen said, looking up at his father anxiously.

Lucius sighed, he knew this was going to be very difficult for Ori, he'd overcome so much, but therapy had awakened a whole bunch of other anxieties that the teen had. He was allowed, for once, to give into his fears, instead of being Harry Potter, boy-who-was-invincible, he was just Orion Malfoy, a teen with many issues who was still struggling to over come most of them.

"I know son" He murmured, "But Draco will be there, watching you and nothing will go wrong. I can't promise it will be easy" He murmured, "But I can promise that you'll get through it" He murmured, "You're a strong boy Orion, you can do this, prove to Dumbledore and everyone else that you can do this and that you're not afraid of them or what they think of you" Lucius said, looking at his son intently.

Ori frowned, looking pensive as he thought over everything his Father had just said to him. He sighed, nodding his head lightly and resting against Lucius' side. It made sense, everything his Father was saying made sense, and it was something he needed to hear.

"Thanks Dad" He murmured, smiling at Lucius, enjoying the moment.

"Anytime Ori, that's what I'm here for" Lucius grinned, hugging his son lightly before slipping off the bed and leaving the room, a grin on his face.

Ori sighed, flopping down on his bed, smiling. Everything seemed so good right now. He knew they still had to breech the subject of the whole Dark and Light thing. Everyone knew Lucius Malfoy was Lord Voldemort's right hand man, but Ori was no longer involved in the war, everyone had told him (while he had been Harry Potter) that the world rested on his shoulders and that he was responsible for the whole fate of the wizarding world. There had even been a prophecy about him, or so Lucius had said, but none of that mattered anymore. None of that applied to him, he wasn't a saviour, nor the child of prophecy, so he, really no longer cared. He knew he should, Voldemort had killed a lot of people, some of whom he cared for greatly, but it wasn't his responsibility to stop him, nor was it his problem.

-Blood-

"How is he?" Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known to many as Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, The Dark Lord and the over used, You-Know-Who, asked his Second-In-Command.

"Better" Lucius murmured, a small smile on his face, "He's improving daily, he still has that dreadful scar on his back and his right hand will never fully heal, but he's much better" He murmured lightly, sipping his wine as he looked at the man whom many thought to be evil, but who, in fact, was his closest friend. The guise of Lord Voldemort was one Tom wore well, everything the populous and the light knew about the man was wrong. Tom was sane, he carried a vision of a better world, one where Darkness reigned of course, but he wasn't a blood thirsty beast. Yes, he did kill, yes he had followers, but he was not insane. Perhaps he wasn't the most sane, but he wasn't Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort was merely a mask.

"I am glad to hear that Lucius. I still cannot believe he was here, right under our noses this whole time" The dark haired man growled, that was another thing about Tom Riddle, he didn't look like some disgusting monster. Yes he had been brought back to life in a cauldron in a graveyard and at the time he had looked grotesque, but thanks to his faithful Potions' master and an ingenious body-restoration potion, he resembled himself again, perhaps a few years younger then he should look, but all in all he was happy.

"Me neither Tom, it kills me to know he was alive, to know what he endured, most of it at our hands" Lucius said, hands clenching on the wine glass for a second before he relaxed.

"How does he feel about the war? About us Lucius?" Tom asked, sipping his own wine.

"I believe, at the moment he has decided to remain neutral. He no longer wants to be Dumbledore's weapon, he's extremely pleased to be tossing of the mantle of being the Boy-Who-Lived" Lucius said, a smile on his face as he remembered his son's happiness at realizing he was no longer Harry Potter. It had taken a little while for Ori to truly realize that he was a different person, literally, and that he no longer had to play the role that Harry Potter had been destined for. It had been such a joyous moment for the boy and had been heartwarming to watch as you could literally see the stress melt off of his face.

"I can imagine. I can't believe the Potter's managed to cover up the death of their own son, the real child of the prophecy" Tom said, looking vicious for a moment, before calming. "To steal a child, replace their own? It disgusts me" He spat, "They say we're evil, yet the light condones child abduction" He sighed, shaking his head in annoyance.

"Dumbledore had to have been in on it" Lucius said, his own face twisting into an angry and ugly expression. "He helped them steal my son. He let my son lead that miserable life, be beaten and abused by muggles he wasn't even related to" Lucius growled, tears beginning to course down his cheeks. Tom was startled, he'd never seen Lucius so upset, except when Ori had been kidnapped, then the blond had been completely distraught.

"He'll pay Lucius" Tom murmured, "Believe me, he'll pay for everything he has done, not just to Orion, but to all of us who don't follow his plan of a perfect light world" He said, his eyes taking on a familiar fervor as he spoke. This was the draw of Tom Marvolo Riddle, his passion for what he believed in and one of the main reasons that Lucius followed him, beyond being his friend and trusting Tom with his life and the lives of his children.

"I want to see him Lucius, when he's ready" Tom murmured, sighing lightly.

"I'll speak to him Tom, I can't promise anything though, he might not be ready for this just yet" Lucius murmured, looking at his friend sadly.

"I understand, I can only hope that he will be ready to meet me, in time" Tom said, finishing off his wine and rising to his feet. "I shall see you tomorrow evening at the meeting Lucius" Tom said, before stepping into the floo and disappearing back to his own Manor.

Lucius nodded, watching his friend leave, his own wine glassed clutched in his hand as he thought about what Tom had asked him. Would Ori ever be ready to meet the man? Tom was Lucius' close friend, practically a family member, but he wasn't sure how Ori would react. He knew his son needed to heal and he doubted springing Tom on him would be a good idea just yet. He'd broach the subject in time, maybe at Yule? Ori needed some normalcy first, and then they could stress him out again.