"I don't know what went wrong."
Draco looked up from his place on Harry's chest, noticing that he was covered in a heavy but soft blanket.
"Who's to say that something went wrong?"
Harry shuffled, and Draco realized that his 'blanket' was actually Harry's new feathered appendages.
"Well the bond pushed us to mate nearly three weeks early."
"Maybe we just progressed fast, Harry. I'm more concerned with that pain and bleeding thing that your scar did."
Harry stayed silent, wordlessly bringing his wings in tighter to enclose both him and Draco in a world of black.
"Harry? What was it?"
Harry took a deep breath.
"I think there was a horcux inside of me."
Draco gasped, a sickening feeling in his stomach.
"No."
"Yes. I'm actually pretty certain of it. There was a horcrux inside of me, and the pureness of our bond pulled it out. That piece is destroyed at least. How does my scar look?"
Draco peaked up at his forehead to peer at the faded zig-zag. The very faded zig-zag.
"Nearly gone."
"Well. I had a piece of that monster inside of me. It's gone now."
Draco crawled up his body so that he was sitting on his stomach.
"How can you be so calm?"
"I'm disgusted!" Harry screamed, pushing Draco off of him and onto the mattress, "I'm absolutely horrified, but I don't want to let that interfere. It's gone now! It's done. It can't hurt us anymore!"
Draco launched himself into Harry's arms, hoping that his comfort would be accepted.
Harry sighed, and held him tight unto himself.
"It's gone," Harry whispered, walking down to the kitchen to talk to Remus and Severus, "It can't hurt you anymore."
"You never hurt me, Harry," Draco told him, "You never lost control because of that thing. I swear. I think you blocked it off with occlumency."
Harry nodded but didn't reply, holding Draco even when they reached the kitchen table.
"What happened at your meeting, Severus?"
The older man scowled.
"That was nearly a week ago, Potter."
"And I've been occupied, haven't I? So? What happened?"
"The snake is dead."
"And you? What happened to you? Were you discovered?"
"Yes."
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"What happened?"
Severus did not speak, and the frustration of being out of control crushed down on Harry. He stared into Severus' eyes, and pushed in.
Severus was on the ground breathing harshly, feeling rough fingers on his spine.
"Filthy traitor!" Lucius Malfoy spat, "Can't decide whether to crucio you into madness, or use you like a good little fuck toy."
Severus snarled, his magic pushing Lucius into the wall.
He jumped toward the floo that Lucius had over-confidently left unguarded.
Harry slammed back into his chair, not registering Severus' pale expression.
"He was going to-" He broke off, burying his face into Draco's hair.
"He did not," Severus spat, but the venom was not poisonous from his tongue.
Harry stood, bringing Draco up with him.
"Remus," he called, causing the mousy-haired man to look away from his mate for a moment, "You and Severus should go take a night in the muggle world. I will prepare. We fight no later than next week."