Written by: Blissful Darkness
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot and the Guardians are mine! I got grounded for two months. Things like that don't happen to JKR, so I could not possibly be her.
Author's note: Tenth installment! Once again I must beg for your forgiveness over such a long wait. I kind of got grounded again, and I won't be able to post next weekend because I'll be on vacation. Forgive me? I'll make up for it. See, I already figured out how I was going to bring in the evil people. Hehehe. I've got it all figured out. Also, I've brought some angst into the story through this chapter. I was in such a hurry to get this chapter out, that this chapter wasn't as long as I had hoped it to be. But hey! At least I have some ideas for the next chapter! Draco and Harry will be replying to some of the reviews and thanking all others whose review's they did not answer.
Harry- We're back! Hehehe. To ThePurpleEmperor- LOL! You called Draco a wimp! HAHAHA! Draco! You've been called a wimp!
Draco- twitch Shut up, Potter. To TinyClownBean1 – Once again, I must ask you people. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Yes, I may be sexy, but Potter and I are not a sexy couple. ERGH! Get over this stupid obsession. I will not have kids with Potter!
Blissful- Hypocrite. You are the one who snogged Harry!
Harry- laughs evilly Ooooo! She told you! Heh, on to fragonknight01: Blissful says you can borrow the plot, as long as you give credit to her in your story. Lol.
Draco- double eye twitch To noali: Okay. Let me explain this to you. Harry is dominant in all situations, except when he decides to bond with his mate. OR if he wants another kid. Does that explain it? And you're right about the whole family helping thing.
Harry- Ooo, I like this next review. To RoganLuvr: Kids! Gotta love him. Sadly, it will be a while before Draco and I mate. There is just too much angst to get over before we can jump in bed. Lol. Of course, my heat if coming soon. Hehehe.
Draco- Dear Merlin! I will not be the father of Potter's kids. And I refuse to mate with him! To Master-of-Wind: I think you are the only male reviewer in all of this craziness. Why don't you hook up with Potter? And ew, you're getting horny over me and Potter. I can understand why if it were only me… but Potter? Yuck.
Harry- snickers To Largo-sensei: Blissful is a young lady. Hehehe. She's seventeen. So yeah. hugs Blissful Don't you just love her for writing about Draco and I like this?
Draco- Shut up, Potter. To Without Permission: Wow, you really have missed a couple of chapters. Thank Merlin! But why did you have to go read them? Oh well. You're not the only one who slacked off. pokes Blissful, but gets smacked by said person
Harry- falls over laughing To redfox13: Hey, Blissful! You never did get around to our living arrangements!
Draco- Shut up and thank the people, Potter, before I strangle you.
Harry- twitches Thanks to the following reviewers who reviewed! Lotrox, A.O.T.I.F., tessa3, CarnaMun, Angel-Wings6, Lela951, Mitsuki Ashya, lonlyheart, 3Ddog, lonelyheart, angelkitty77, AloraBraken, dmweasley, Jess the Pirate, KatFay, Ashes of Stars, midnightprowler, Mistress Vamp, violet7amethyst, Anux, Dragon Firefairy, Natasha AKA Tash, clear venom, black-ravenrose and elvengoddess696.
Blissful- And a huge thanks to zerocool, my beloved male cousin, for reading and reviewing my story… seeing as he is the straightest guy I know. Love ya zerocool!
"Blah" –speaking
Blah –thinking/emphasized word/text from a book/letter
"Blah" –parseltongue
Blah blah blah blah blah. – flashback/dream
Gather round kiddies. It's story time!
Memories
Last time on The Dementor's Kiss:
"Uh, Draco?" came Harry's hesitant question as he prodded Draco's shoulder, which quickly irritated the pale blonde.
"What?" he growled.
"I'm not so sure this was a good place to hide," Harry said, a quake in his voice.
"And why do you say that?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"Because there are two three-headed dogs staring at us."
Draco spun around, his eyes widening somewhat comically before leaping into Harry's arms like a damsel in distress.
"RUN!"
Harry watched silently as Draco's chest rose and fell in slumber. The pale blonde was sleeping on Harry's couch, curled up in a fetal position. A small smile graced his lips. Only Draco could look so ethereal in his deepest rest. An angelic pout tugged at the blonde's lips. With every exhale of breath, a lock of Draco's platinum hair would flutter heavenwards. If ever he had to sneeze, his nose would twitch to dispel the urge. And in his arms, a pillow was squeezed. These were just a few of Draco's sleep activities.
Harry sighed as he returned to his letter. He was writing to Zoltar so that he might thank him for his jewelry and the Guardian wardrobe. Also, he was curious as to why Fluffy had returned to Hogwarts. Along with a pup. Err… pups? Were they guarding something, or had they always been there? Had the Sorcerer's Stone really been destroyed? Maybe the Mirror of Erised was there! The sudden urge to see the mirror arose within him, but was quelled when someone spoke behind him.
"You are welcome for the clothing and jewels, young Xenos," said a clear baritone voice.
Harry spun, only to meet the blinkless gaze of golden orbs. The Most Ancient stood before him dressed in a modern style of dress. Perfectly fitted jeans clad the man's ass, while a black cashmere sweater with rolled up sleeves clothed the flawless torso. Had it not been for the hawk-like eyes, Harry would have mistaken Zoltar for Draco's grandfather. The thought of Draco all but forced Harry to look at his soon-to-be mate. His heart melted at the sight of Draco's child-like appearance.
"You will be going into heat, next week. I hope you have prepared Draco and yourself for it," Zoltar commented, the tiniest of smiles on his solemn lips as eat flushed Harry's cheeks. "Now, come now, Harry. I only spoke of discussing your heat with Draco," the ancient Guardian drawled with a blossoming smirk upon his lips.
"Um, we r-really haven't talked about i-it. I didn't realize i-it would happen so soon," Harry stammered, his gaze flickering towards Draco once more.
"Then I suggest that you at least form a friendship with Draco. If not, you might scar him far worse than he has done himself," Zoltar advised, placing a fatherly hand against Harry's shoulder.
"What do I do?" the dark-haired man asked, a shadow darkening his eyes as he thought of the thin white lines that marred Draco's arms. "Why did he do it?" he added, his gaze locked on the blonde, who had begun to groan and move in his sleep.
"Find out why he does it. Help him. You're not a Guardian of the Soul for nothing. You entered Draco's dream once. You can do it again," Zoltar explained calmly as he, too, watched Draco.
"But how?" Harry asked in return.
"You have a mental link with Draco. It was created when the mark was given. Delve into your own mind, and you will find Draco," was all Zoltar said before he vanished without a sound.
"I have got to find out how he does that. You can't apparate or disapparate on school grounds," Harry muttered to himself.
He sighed and took a seat in the armchair by the fire. Closing his eyes, Harry surpassed his current thoughts and memories. Soon, he was within the labyrinth of his own psyche. It seemed an hour had passed when he finally found the passage to Draco, when in reality it took only a minute. The door was pure white with a black handle. He tried the door, but, as Harry should have known, it was locked. After several tries, a sigh of defeat escaped the adult's lips. He sat down, resting his forehead against the door. The raven-haired man glared at the door handle. And before his eyes, a silver snake that had been painted onto the knob appeared. The snake was small—yet incredibly detailed. Harry could almost count every scale upon the serpentine body.
"Draco, my dragon, must you be so difficult?" Harry hissed, a smirk upon his lips.
A gentle click sounded within the doorknob. Only the slightest nudge caused the door to open. A small child stood in the doorway, his large mercury eyes staring up into Harry's own eyes. A mussed disarray of fine, pale hair framed the toddler's angular features. A miniature hand came to reach heavenwards, innocence in the boy's expression.
"Will you hold my hand? I'm afwaid," the child pleaded, a sniffle escaping him.
In his confusion, Harry allowed the boy to grasp two of his fingers. The toddler moved along, an unsettling adulthood within those silver pools. The child had a determination that seemed inhuman for any youth as he opened a door that Harry had never seen before. The boy turned back to Harry, a frown on his pale lips.
"You won't like this," the child warned, his chin trembling ever so slightly.
"What do you hide?" Harry asked gently, his brow furrowing.
The child sighed warily, gesturing through the door. Harry looked into the room, to see a young boy—maybe at the age of five—holding a small, pure white kitten with a golden blonde forepaw. A giggle sounded from the boy as the kitten licked his cheek.
"Hush, Draco. Not so loud," came an urgent whisper from across the room. A beautiful woman sat in the corner, wringing her hands nervously as she listened for her husband. She held her arm over her stomach, as if she were hiding something. She wore her night robe over her satin nightdress, the terry cloth robe wrapped around her body. Her skin, though it had always been pale, seemed even paler than usual—an unhealthy white.
The mother and son suddenly froze as a cane stepped out of the shadows. A man followed the concealed weapon as the kitten whined softly in fear. Draco took the kitten into his small arms, trying not to look into his father's eyes.
"What is that?" Lucius snapped, his silver eyes flashing dangerously as he hovered over the small boy.
"It's a kitty cat, Father. I named her Jewel," Draco replied quietly as he tried to comfort the quaking cat.
"How sweet," his father drawled with a sneer. "Kill it."
Tears spilled from the child's eyes as he hugged the cat closer. His chin quivered when he looked up at his father.
"I-I can't. I won't. I love her!" Draco cried to his father.
Lucius' eyes immediately narrowed at the mention of love. He grabbed Draco by his hair and pulled the young blonde closer. "Love is weakness, you little shit. Kittens are muggle pets. No one in my family will be in contact with anything muggle," Lucius spat before throwing Draco to the ground. "Kill it," he hissed.
"NO!" Draco cried, sobs escaping the child.
"Kill it or I'll kill your mother!" Lucius yelled.
Tears fell as Draco looked from his mother to his kitten. He choked back a sob as he took the kitten into his arms. Then, with heartbreaking sorrow in his eyes, Draco snapped the feline's neck to the side. The child ran to his mother, his tears wetting her robe.
"Out. Your mother and I need to have a little talk," Lucius ordered, twirling his cane in his hand as he glared at his wife.
Draco knew what was planned for his mother, but he obeyed when Narcissa ushered him out of the room. It wasn't long before Draco could hear his mother's screams two floors down.
An unborn child was lost that night.
A/N: So… what did you think. It's not much… but I had to make the plot progress. I hope you all review!