A/N Yo, folks. Please bear with me on this one. It's a bit of a filler, and contains annoyingly clingy Harry. Had to be done though.

The One Where Harry Isn't Harry Anymore

Once all of the Death Eaters had gone, Harry felt at least a little easier. He took hold of Snape's hand and took a small step away from him. They had a potion to brew, and there was no way Snape could do that with an armful of Harry. The panic started again and Harry took a step back towards him, but would not let his father put his arm around him. The panic lessened, slightly.

Harry wondered if Snape could make a potion one handed.

Snape looked down at his son, feeling the panic the boy was still feeling. Someone else would have to make the potion. Luckily, Draco and Hermione were the best students in the school already, and they were only sixth years.

Not that he'd ever tell them that.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, will you be able to make this potion for Harry under my instruction?"

Harry felt relief wash through him. That was a good idea. Hermione could make anything.

"Professor, I made the Polyjuice potion in my second year." Hermione looked at Harry and grinned. Draco was looking at Hermione with his mouth on the floor, and Harry could feel the surprise in Lucius.

Annoyance clouded Snape. "Indeed. Mr. Malfoy?"

"Of course, sir."

Draco moved towards the door, followed closely by Hermione and Ron. Snape and Lucius looked to Voldemort, who nodded and said, "You may leave."

They walked around a maze or corridors to the potions lab, Harry now allowing Snape to put his arm back around Harry. They walked side-by-side, with Harry now holding Lucius' hand instead of his wrist. Harry kept a close eye on Draco, not wanting him to move too far away.

Draco and Hermione set up a cauldron as Snape conjured a bench so he, Harry and Lucius could sit up and watch.

Harry listened to Snape directing Draco and Hermione as he watched them cutting ingredients and adding them to the pan. When the potion was done, Snape took the vial of potion from Hermione and checked the consistency and colour. He nodded at the two behind the cauldron, "Well done." They looked at each other and smiled before realising what they were doing and turning away. Harry laughed at them.

"Please pass me a clean knife." Hermione passed a knife to Snape, who pricked his finger and let a drop fall into the vial. Harry frowned in disgust – he was going to have to drink a potion with blood in it?

The knife was cleaned and passed to Lucius, who allowed a drop of blood to fall into the potion as well. Harry watched as it turned purple. Snape stared at it for a little longer before passing it to Harry. "Are you sure about this?" Harry knew Snape was asking because he wanted Harry to have no regrets. Snape needed him to do this. Harry looked around the room and spotted a mirror. He went to stand in front of it and looked at himself with the untameable hair that was signature James. The nose and mouth and even the shape of his eyes. He was a perfect replica of a man who kidnapped a baby. He looked at himself and felt nothing but revulsion.

He looked at the potion in his hand and after a moment's hesitation he swallowed it in one gulp.

Harry turned back to the mirror. The affects were instant. His face lengthened, his features becoming more pointed. Classic Malfoy. His hair lightened until it was the same blonde as the two Veela. His eyes were already back to normal – black just like Snape. He had Snape's mouth, he thought, but other than that he was the spitting image of Draco with black eyes.

Draco came to stand next to him in front of the mirror. Draco's hair was slicked back as normal, but Harry was surprised to see how much they looked like each other. Apparently they had received most of their looks from Lucius. They could have passed as twins.

Draco smiled and put an arm around his shoulder. "I've always wanted a brother." Harry laughed at him. He stared at himself for a little longer, feeling content. Then he realised he had walked away from both fathers. The thought made him happy – he was improving at least – but the panic was overwhelming and he quickly moved back to Snape who had felt the panic set in. He didn't bother sitting next to Snape, instead hugging the man head on. He could feel himself shaking. Lucius passed a hand through Harry's hair, but Harry grabbed it instead and just held it close to his chest. Another hand went into his hair and Harry instantly knew that it was Draco.

Harry felt all of the stress of the day on him at once and felt himself regress again. He felt safe, but the pain and betrayal was overwhelming. A new feeling of regret was creeping in – regret at never having had these two men as his fathers, and Draco as a brother. Longing for them to be a family. He cried into his father's shoulder for what felt like ages before he exhausted himself so completely that he fell asleep in Snape's arms, technically still stood up.

Comfy. That was the only way to describe Harry's current location. As he awoke, Harry realised this was the most comfortable place in the world. The next thing he realised was that his pillow was moving.

He smelt potions. Snape. He was lying on his father!

He heard voices around him – they must have woken him. After a few moments of clearing the fog from his mind, he could make out the voices of Snape and Malfoy. They seemed to be talking civilly, which surprised Harry and little. He was sure Snape would be angry with Lucius for a long time to come.

They were discussing housing, it would seem. "You can stay in the South Wing. It is currently unoccupied. There are several bedrooms so Granger and Weasley can stay there too."

"Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality." Severus' reply was stiff.

"Severus, must we be so formal? Listen, about what happened –"

"I do not wish to talk about this Lucius. Not now and not ever." Harry felt the bond between himself and his two fathers come to life then. Harry wondered if that was because he had just woken, or if it was because of the strong emotions. Both fathers were longing after the other, and Harry was surprised to feel glad that they still wanted each other even if it would take Snape a little while to get used to the idea.

"We need to talk about it eventually."

"No we do not." There was silence for a long time. Harry almost fell back to sleep, but he could feel Lucius was about to ask something that was bothering him.

"Why could I not feel your fear?"

Harry felt a hand on his head start to move, brushing gently through his hair. Snape was trying to calm himself. Harry's Veela was desperate to move and soothe this father, but he wanted this conversation to finish. His fathers had to work this out.

"What are you talking about?" He knew. Harry could feel it.

"When I walked into the room, why couldn't I feel your fear? Or your pain?" Harry could feel his pain. He could feel both of their pain.

He wondered if he'd be able to handle these emotions full time.

"What are you saying, Lucius? That I enjoyed it?" Harry tried not to flinch at the anger his father felt. He must have succeeded because the conversation carried on.

"Severus, I know that words are not enough to say how sorry I am. You must understand how I felt when I saw you. I didn't feel your fear or pain. I should have felt it. Maybe you were drugged?"

"You really think it's possible to drug me, of all people? This conversation is redundant, Lucius. We will never know the answer." There was a finality to Snape's voice.

The silence dragged on again for a long time before Lucius said, "I never stopped loving you, Severus. Even after..."

Harry couldn't sit still after that comment. He sat up and hugged Snape tight to him, trying to soothe away the hurt he was feeling. Snape was shaking again, but he didn't say a word and just held on to Harry tightly. Harry turned to Lucius, brushing a hand through his hair to soothe him too.

They sat like that for a long time, Harry crying out the tears his two fathers refused to shed.

Eventually the pain lessened, and Harry was able to breathe again. He looked around then, noticing it was dark outside. He realised he must not have been asleep for long. Though the day had been tiring, he found himself unable to stay asleep. It might be because he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, although Harry thought he'd be used to hunger by now.

Maybe it was this Young Veela stage his body was currently in. Harry looked around the room some more and spotted a bathroom. He desperately needed to go to the toilet. He removed himself from the two men in the bed and got up to relieve himself.

The bathroom was huge – probably bigger than the width and depth of the Dursley's entire house. The bath was the same size as the one in the prefect's bathroom, and Harry was hoping he'd have a chance to try it out at some point. There was a window with a view down to the waterfall Harry had seen when they entered Malfoy Manor. It was lit up now, and Harry thought it looked beautiful. He felt a sudden urge to go outside, but decided to wait for now. He had no idea where he was or how to get outside, or if the Malfoy's would appreciate him snooping around their gardens.

There was a knock on the door, which made Harry jump. He didn't realise how intently he had been staring outside. A muffled voice came through the door – "Harry, Dinner is ready." – Lucius.

Harry unlocked the door and looked around the room again. The bed was huge – at least twice the size of a double bed – with four posts and dark green curtains surrounding it. There was ornate furniture dotted around the room and what looked like a walk-in wardrobe. The room was impersonalised – no pictures and no belongings decorated the shelves or walls. Snape was over the other side at what looked like the furthest point from Lucius.

Harry felt guilty for forcing them together because he was unable to let go of them. He seemed to be OK for now, at least, and would try and only need one of them for as long as possible.

Lucius beckoned to him and Harry followed him out of the door. He kept half an eye on the long blond hair as he looked around him. It was much more homely in this part of the manor. There were no portraits of ancestors, just pictures of landscapes dotted around. Harry wanted to stop and look at each of them because everyone he walked past was completely different, with vibrant contrasting colours that he found entirely entrancing.

They turned a corner and walked into what Harry would describe as a large dining room. This was probably one of the smaller rooms that the Malfoy's dined in. It was nothing compared to the giant ballroom Snape had taken him to, to meet Voldemort.

Draco, Hermione, Ron and Draco's mother were sat around the table waiting for them.

"Harry!" Hermione jumped up as soon as she saw him and ran to hug him. Harry hugged her back. "How are you feeling?" Harry shrugged and nodded.

"Still not talking, eh mate?" Ron walked over and patted him on the shoulder. It felt good to be back with his friends; he hadn't realised how much he'd missed them.

They all sat down, Harry in between Ron and Hermione.

No one spoke at all. Harry noticed Snape refused to look at anything or anyone, simply staring at his plate. Lucius was throwing glances at him, face full of regret. Narcissa was glaring at Lucius, and her plate, and then looking over at Harry. When Harry met her eye, she smiled at him. Harry wondered where she stood now. Draco was looked worriedly between his parents, and Harry suddenly felt guilty that he was going to break up the Malfoy family.

He looked at his two best friends. They both looked uncomfortable.

The entire meal passed in silence. Harry cursed his current Veela status.

After dessert, Narcissa got up without a word and walked out of the room. Hermione followed her lead with a hastily asked, "Do you have a library? I'd like to research Veelas."

The two Malfoy's glared at her, causing Harry to glare at them. Eventually, Lucius nodded and stood. They all followed suit, glad for a change of scenery.

Harry walked behind the two Malfoy's, with Ron and Hermione at each side of him. He could feel Snape behind him. Hermione took his hand and squeezed it, whispering, "It will be OK in the end Harry. I promise."

She couldn't make that promise though, and he gave her a look that said just that. Hermione just nodded, smiling.

Too many times people had gotten hurt because he hadn't listened to her.

Harry wondered about Sirius then. Had he known? Harry didn't think he would have had a very good opinion of James Potter if he had known. At least, Harry hoped. Harry still love Sirius, godfather or not. Harry wondered what Sirius would have thought of Harry now, if he were still alive.

Thinking about Sirius brought back the pain he had started to forget over losing him. He would never know how Sirius would feel because the man was not coming back. It was that simple. He would never get his answers.

The library was huge. Of course. Rows and rows of books covered the walls and floor space. There were tables dotted around, as well as two couches and two seats surrounding a large ornate fire place. It was nothing like the main building in here – the furniture was antique, the walls and floor covered with a dark wood. The fireplace was made from white stone with flowers and swirls - hand engraved. It was old, and rather stunning. Harry liked this room.

Harry followed Ron, who followed Hermione, to a desk and sat down. Hermione walked off immediately, looking completely amazed and excited – she looked like the Weasley's at Christmas. Harry smiled knowing she would be OK here if only she stayed in the library the whole time. After being pointed in the right direction by Lucius, she came back pretty quickly with as many books as she could carry.

"Do you have some parchment and a quill please, sir?" Lucius was taken aback by the look on Hermione's face. He turned to Harry with a questioning look in his eyes, and Harry nodded at him. Malfoy summoned a house elf and asked for the requested stationary. Hally reappeared quickly and Hermione got to work.

Harry watched her for a moment before looking over at Ron and smiling. He felt content and at home with his two best friends. The past day had been the very epitome of hell, so a bit of normalcy was very welcome. It wasn't long before Ron got up and grabbed a book to read, which Harry noticed was about Quidditch when he sat back down. Harry looked around and saw Draco had fallen asleep in front of the fire – which was lit in the middle of summer – and Lucius was sat at a desk in the corner writing. Snape was sat at a desk as far from Lucius as possible without moving too far from Harry.

The need for his family was still there. He could feel his Veela was reluctant to be so far from Lucius, and whenever Snape moved Harry looked over at him. But Harry was glad his human feelings were returning too. He knew it was illogical, but Harry couldn't help being angry at both men for the way this had played out. He blamed them, if only slightly. He knew it wasn't really their fault, but why hadn't Snape fought for his mate? And why hadn't Lucius tried speaking to Snape? Harry was very aware that if Lucius had been at his birth, he would never have been kidnapped.

He hated feeling this anger, especially towards Snape who had lived 16 years thinking his son had died and without his mate. He'd also had the memory of his attack unlocked. A lot to take in in one day. Harry realised Snape hadn't spoken in a long time. Since they were in the bedroom. He felt guilty also, but tried to quash it if only to allow himself a chance to overcome his own feelings.

"Ooh, this is fascinating Harry. Listen to this – 'Dark Veela are an all-male species, but not all have the ability to reproduce. Reproduction in Dark Veela is extremely rare and such Veela are coveted.'" Hermione looked over at Snape, smiling. "'As such, Dark Veela with this ability should be cautious, especially around other species such as Indigo and Werewolf as these beings have the ability to sense a possible breeding partner, and will do anything they need to in order to pass down their genes. Lucky then, that Indigo are even rarer than Dark Veela, and I have yet to read a report of a homosexual Werewolf.' I wonder if you are a Dark or Light Veela, Harry." Hermione looked at him worriedly, and Harry gritted his teeth. Yet another target on his head, but Harry felt more fear for his father.

"The book goes on to describe every known Dark Veela pairing known to Wizard. Not one Light Veela in the pack. Oh, no, too much information. OK, next book." Hermione made a face, slammed the book closed and moved it towards Ron. She then picked up another book and started reading.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Harry looked over at Snape who was watching him with an unreadable expression on his face, but Harry could feel the man's emotions. Gut wrenching fear for Harry and a little for himself too. Harry got up and went to sit on Snape's lap before his Veela went into panic mode. Snape buried his head in Harry's chest and wrapped his arms around Harry's stomach. Harry ran his hands through Snape's hair and looked up, noticing Ron looking at them with worry on his face. Ron could tell something was wrong – this was not a general fear.

Harry wasn't sat there long, just enough to soothe both of their nerves. He got back up and sat at the desk again, noticing Draco was still asleep, but Lucius was paying a little more attention.

Harry relaxed into his chair, prepared for a long evening of research. At least on Hermione's part.

A/N OK peeps, some questions.

1. The natural progression of the story means that Harry will want to take on his birth name. Any ideas for a name Snape and Lucius would have chosen, or maybe just Snape?

2. Draco is a Veela – any ideas for a mate? Male or Female.

This may be a little up and down for a while until Harry's emotions settle down. Sorry about that.

Please review – I'd love to hear what you think and if there's something you like or that you're looking forward too.