For two weeks they did nothing but clean and set shit on fire in the flat. Eat, sleep, shower and clean. That was what their life had been reduced too.

Dobby had contacted Fred and George and let them know Harry was okay and as soon as they'd cleaned the flat, they would be invited over. Dobby had checked in with Neville every three days.

Hogwarts was in a tailspin. Dumbledore was fuming over losing two students, having to repair the great hall, Snape betraying him, and silencing the rumors of Hogwarts being attacked. Draco laughed and smirked each time Dobby gave them reports. Hermione and Ron were panicking. They were telling everyone at Hogwarts Draco must have kidnapped him with Snape's help. Neville was pulled back into the DA as rumors continued to spread. The other professors were seriously worried and Lupin had been seen screaming at Dumbledore. It seemed all matter of shit had hit the fan.

Harry was hoping Dumbledore was having the worst weeks ever.

Not one word about the missing pensive memories was uttered. They had yet to look at them or to Draco and Snape's pouting, Salazar's book. The flat was just too big of an issue.

It took them two days of hard won insanity to get the picture down. Harry had Dobby take it to the school and hide it. He wanted it destroyed but the devastated look on Kreature's face, he just couldn't do it. They found a hidden potions lab and an empty room while they were cleaning. They also had a pile of dark objects that would have to be stored in the attic, and Harry, with Draco's blessing, destroyed the Black tapestry.

Two weeks of hell and cursing but the house was habitable.

Harry convinced Draco to bunk with him. Draco had looked at him like Harry had grown an extra head when he originally asked him to sleep with him. He'd scoffed and smirked.

"Scared, Potter?"

That was the reaction to his request. He'd ended up taking the room beside him but after a few hours he climbed in Harry's bed and dared him to say anything. Like Harry was going to say anything, the damn flat was creepy. Snape had found them the next day but only raised an eyebrow.

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Harry walked up to his room and showered. He felt like he'd been run over by a truck. He just wanted to sleep. He'd yet to even unpack his trunk. He'd been wearing Sirius's old clothes as they'd cleaned the house. Draco had asked him about it after the first week but Harry just looked at him. Whatever was on his face must have been enough to keep Draco's mouth in check.

Harry headed to their bed and collapsed after he pulled on some boxers. He seriously doubted Draco would join him. Snape and Draco had planned to start looking at Salazar's book since the house was in order.

Harry planned to contact Fred and George tomorrow and have them come over. He missed them.

Harry woke the next day with Draco shoved up against his back snoring, even though according to Draco, Harry was a liar and he did no such thing. Harry slid out of bed and tried not to wake him.

He headed for the shower and dressed before sending Dobby to let Fred and George know it was okay for them to come over. He was in the middle of making breakfast, much to Dobby's dismay, when they apparated in.

He barely had time to react before he was dog piled by redheads. He laughed and shushed them as he tried to pull away.

"Harrikins, we were so worried. You should hear the theories coming from the paper. The only reason we have not been freaking out is because Dobby has been keeping us updated."

"Ron and Hermione have been screaming Draco and Snape since you left."

Harry sighed. "They watched me run and take him. They just don't want to believe I would ever do anything without telling them. I've been planning to leave for months and they didn't even notice. I knew something was wrong with Draco but they just scoffed at everything I said."

"That's all Ron is saying now, Harry warned us and we didn't listen."

Harry turned back to finishing breakfast then set them all plates.

"Can you let us know what happened?"

"You have been different since the day you contacted us. What happened?"

Harry pushed his food around on his plate and turned to them. Dobby came to join them at the table.

"Something did happen, but I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

They both nodded. "Can we do anything?"

"Listen to what is happening outside the walls. I can't leave and I need to know information. "

"We can do that."

"Good. I'm going to try to stop him. Are you going to want in?"

The twins turned to each other and smirked before turning back to Harry. Harry snickered.

"I didn't even have to ask did I?"

Two resounding no's.

Harry had to laugh. "He isn't going to know what hit him."

Draco stumbled into the room and went for the coffee. Harry laughed. Draco couldn't even form sentences until he had caffeine. Snape was nowhere to be seen. Harry assumed it would be days before he would come out of the potions lab.

They all watched as he face planted on the kitchen table cup in hand. He looked so out of it Fred and George didn't even mess with him. Harry just smirked as they waited for him to wake.

Fred broke the silence. "This place looks great."

Draco snorted.

"It was a nightmare to clean. We had to burn a lot of the furniture. There were creatures living in everything. Snape made ingredients out of a lot of them."

"Where is Snape?"

"Potions lab." Draco answered.

Fred and George stood. "We are going back to the shop. If you need anything, just let us know."

Harry nodded. "Pick a room before you guys leave. You need to set it up and keep some clothes and stuff here in case this becomes are only safe house."

"Okay, I'll bring some stuff over tonight when we close the shop."

They left quietly. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco when he saw he'd fallen back asleep at the table. He picked him up and carried him upstairs laying him back in the bed.

Harry headed down to the basement of the house walking past the potions lab. He moved to the other empty room. He began to put extending charms and widen the room. He needed to keep training. Master Chen had spent a lot of time and would be furious if he didn't keep up with what he'd taught him.

The transformation took him several hours. It looked like his old training room in New York. He wanted to vomit. He had a brief moment were he'd thought, I need to hurry so I can get home to Bucky and Steve.

He leaned against the wall and waited for the pain to fade. When that didn't work, he transformed his clothes and began to run. He ran for miles before he walked back upstairs to shower. Draco was no longer in bed so he was back down in the potions lab.

Harry walked to the potions lab they had discovered upstairs. It was extremely small and made for a novice. Harry told Snape he could have the large one and Harry would stay out of his way up here. Snape was more than happy to agree. He'd put the pensive memories inside here for Harry to look at. Draco had pulled in another desk so he would work in here if he needed too.

Harry stood on his side of the room and began to make his space his own.

He walked back out to his trunk and opened it quickly. His knees hit the floor as the smell of 1940's hit him. It was the smell of home. He wanted to cry, scream and climb in his trunk and never leave. He pulled out his clothes leaving the ones from that time inside. He pulled out his books and potions supplies and shut the trunk quickly trapping in the past. He quietly hung his clothes then headed back to his shared lab with his books and supplies.

He transformed bookshelves and filled them up. He still had a handful of restricted books and planned on copying them before letting Dobby return the originals to Hogwarts. He would ask Draco to help him.

When he was done, he set up his cauldron. He made shelves for ingredients on the wall beside the door. There was no reason for him not to share these with Draco. He put a board spanning his entire wall behind his desk.

Harry pulled out parchment and began to make notes of everything he knew about Voldemort. His true name, notes about the diary and what he'd learned from it and anything he could remember. He was going to have to ask Snape soon to help with this. Snape had been in his service for long enough to pick up things on him too.

He didn't hear Draco come into the room and take in the changes. He startled when he turned and saw Draco in the door.

"Aren't wasting time, are you?"

"Do you think we can?"

"No."

"There are so many secrets about him. Dumbledore knew most of them. Snape probably knows a few that Dumbledore wanted him to know, but I think Dumbledore liked hoarding information it just gave him more power."

Draco turned to the pensive memories stacked on Harry's desk. "Maybe that will even the odds. When are you going to go through them?"

"Does it make me weak to admit I'm afraid of what I might find?"

"Do you really care what I think?"

Harry just nodded.

"No."

Harry turned back to the wall. "I'm afraid."

Draco moved to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. It was the first comforting contact between them. Harry looked over his shoulder at him. Something had changed between them like a switch had been thrown.

"I am too."

Harry sighed closing his eyes and leaned into the touch.

"It all seems so big."

Draco nodded hugging him from behind. It didn't feel the same as when Steve and Bucky touched him. It felt like family. Harry sighed and curled into the touch.

"We have time."

They stayed that way for several minutes. Draco moved squeezing his hand then left Harry walking out of the room. Harry stayed there the rest of the day only stopping from making notes as Dobby brought him food.

He showered and went to bed when he could no longer keep his eyes from closing. Draco had beaten him to bed. Harry slid beside him and had barely closed his eyes before Draco was moving closing the gap between them and putting his forehead against Harry's neck. Harry relaxed and fell into a fitful sleep.

Draco was already gone when Harry woke. Dobby was waiting by the bed looking at him strangely. Harry waited for him to speak but Dobby only pulled on his ears. Harry finally stood and dressed and head for the potions room. Dobby was still acting weird when he brought Harry food.

Harry ate half frowning at the way it tasted. Maybe Dobby was having an off day, who was he to judge.

Harry finished eating and looked at the pensive. He didn't want to do this. He thought of Bucky in his uniform and the proud look when Steve stared at him for the first time. He would be strong for them. He knew he would die. Voldemort was going to kill him but now he knew he would have his soul mates waiting for him. It gave him strength.

Harry dumped the first memory into the pensive and began.