It's All My Fault

by Lying In An Angels Arms

Sometimes the right choice is wrong and the wrong choice is right. Draco's made a lot of wrong choices but they seem to be leading him right to where he needs to be. With Harry. Guilt's a funny thing though. It makes you feel like you're drowning. SLASH

7. Chapter six

Title: It's All My Fault
Author Name: Lying In An Angels Arms
Rating: R/M
Spoilers: Books 1-6. Written After Half-Blood Prince.
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: Guilt is a funny thing. It makes the world seem so much...colder. Draco's guilty. Two deaths are on his conscious and the closest thing to a father he has now is hanging between life and death because of him. Guilt is a funny thing, it makes you wish you were dead. Draco's drowning in a sea of coldness and he can't grasp onto something. Can Harry Potter be that something?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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/Warnings/

Slash! (Harry/Draco. Lucius/Severus)

Depression, Suicidal themes (no suicide depicted), Mild non graphic self harm

strong language, Sexual scenes, mild character deaths.

Mild Torture scene.

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Chapter Six: Why?I have...had friends.

They were Slytherins.

So, they abandoned me at the first sign of trouble.

Bastards.

Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Knott, Blaise Zanbini, Milicent Bullstrode, Daphne Greengrass and, of course, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gole.

All of them, except Theo, are children of Death Eaters.

That means I've known them since birth. Our fathers (or in Pansy's case, mother) were old friends and buddies from the 'old days' when Potter hadn't single handily killed the dark lord at eleven months old.

Theo and Blaise sleep in my dorm at Hogwarts which means we often sneaked the girls in after lights out and stay up all night chatting (or whining about Griffendors).

We've gone through everything together.

Including puberty.

Pansy was my girlfriend for a while but that grew old quick and we broke up (rather dramatically, just for fun, right in the middle of the common rooms).

Milicent and Blaise dated, then Blaise dumped her. She's still not over that. Apparently, he didn't like the fact she was more manly then he was.

Astoria, Daphne's younger sister, tried hitting on my a few times too when I was fourteen. She was eleven...that was slightly creepy.

Daphne set her straight though and Astoria hasn't bothered me since (Thank Salzaar for that!).

Theo's a shy little thing, so he hasn't even dated yet. We've tried to set him up with a few witches and (to his horror) a few wizards too but it was a no go. He likes people he doesn't have to talk around and not talking on a first date makes a second date nearly impossible.

I believe Daphne had a boyfriend in second year but she broke it off before we'd even found out. After that incident, she proclaimed she was going to become a monk or someone else equally celibate.

The next year, she'd slept with two men and dated a Ravenclaw witch (though that was because of a dare).

Vince and Greg don't date, though we have a suspicion they're 'into' one another but we haven't proof yet.

I did find them in a closet in second year, dressed only in boxers with icing on their faces. They tried to explain it away but I did NOT want to know.

We've all tried to forget that little experience.

Me? I haven't dated all that much, except for my little mistake with Pansy. I did date a Ravenclaw witch for a while in third year but she kept going on and on and on about her studies. If I wanted someone like that, I would have dated Granger (Merlin forbid!) . That 'relationship' ended quick.

Thanks to my lack of dates with women, Blaise decided I was gay even though I had dated more then he had and the woman I chose was not masculine.

I decided that he was gay instead of me.

Then Daphne decided we were both gay and commanded us to snog.

We never spoke of that incident again, either.

They were good people, my friends.

I think I miss them.

I'd never say it out loud but I think I do.

Brilliant.

I'm turning into a pufflehuff.

Kill me?

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The cell was cold, damp and there was a rhythmic drip coming from the roof. He was hanging from the wall, wrists chained up, holding him a crucifix position. His legs dangled down, nowhere near the floor. His arms burned from exertion at being stretched for so long. His arms could not hold his bodyweight without pain.

He wanted this pain to stop but every time he moved, he hurt more. He learned not to move.

A door shrieked as it was pushed open, swinging inward with a loud thud. Light shone from the doorway, hitting his blurry open eyes. He hissed and closed them tight, protecting his irises from the harsh glare.

A cold chuckle filled the dungeon, making him shudder in disgust.

"Look how far you have fallen. You are pathetic. Worthless. You don't even deserve to live!" A whip cracked through the air, the split end catching his chest and tearing into his skin. He did not even scream nor did he cry. He could not feel passed the furious ache his body possessed.

"Scream for me!" The voice commanded, the whip hitting skin once more. He didn't respond. He didn't scream, only wince as one of the split ends of the whip hit a previous cut, making it bleed again. Blood. He was covered in it. It made him sick but he nothing left to bring up from his stomach. He had not eaten in days.

"Yesssss," the voice hissed, coming closer. He felt a hand on his jaw as his head was tilted to the side. Grey eyes meet black. "You're broken, aren't you?"

He said nothing. He dare not say anything for the repercussions might be fatal.

The other voice laughed. The man with the black eyes narrowed them in pleasure. He dragged his hand down the prisoners cheek, trailing to his chest and pressing. The prisoner flinched as his wounds were pressed, making them sting painfully. "Pathetic. Say it. Say "You've won. You've broke me." Say it!"

He didn't say it. He stared at the other man in disgust and gave a weak sneer. "Never," his voice was hoarse and broken.

Perhaps it was the hatred in his voice, or the fact he could still speak, whatever it was it set his abuser off.

"SAY IT!" The man with black eyes bellowed, stepping back. The whip connected again. "Say it!" Again. "Say it!" Again. "Say I've broken you! Say it!" Again. Again. Again.

He was sliding out of consciousness, the pain was too much for him to bare.

A voice hissed near his ear, "I'm going to break you, Lucius Malfoy, if it's the last thing I do."

Lucius Malfoy, a once proud man, slumped in his chains as he finally gave himself up to the darkness which loomed so temptingly nearby.

Sweet Abyss, hurt would not plague him any more.

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"You are so nice when you're unconscious," Arthur said with a faint smile as he poured a green tinted maroon potion down Severus' unresisting throat.

Draco's lips twitched slightly but he didn't move any further. Arthur paused, potion half gone and glanced at Draco, waiting. The blond teen blinked and slowly lifted a hand to touch Severus' neck, gently rubbing it to encourage the potion to slide down easier. The dark haired man swallowed instinctively despite being unconscious still.

"Do you think we can keep this temperament when we wake him?" Arthur joked, hoping to receive a reaction from Draco.

He didn't get one. Draco merely watched Arthur with wide, blank eyes for a moment before turning back to the other man. Draco reached out and placed his hand on Severus' chest, resting his chin by the mans shoulder.

Arthur sighed.

Since the previous day, Draco had been unresponsive. He would do simple things, especially things to do with Severus but that was it. He'd even refused to eat. Arthur couldn't understand what was going on.

Surely he doesn't still have some curse on him. I removed the one that Ginny cast, Arthur thought.No. It's not a curse. Perhaps he was, or still is, frightened because of yesterdays confrontation?...no that doesn't sound like Draco Malfoy. He'd be relishing it. I just don't understand him!

"Are you hungry, Draco?" Arthur asked, grasping at straws. Draco's eyes were still open even though he'd relaxed his body completely. He looked dead, save for the minute movement of his chest as he breathed.

"No?" Arthur suggested when the boy stayed silent. Draco just stared blankly at him. "Thirsty? Bored? Tired? Sick? In pain?"

There was no response.

Arthur felt like pulling out what little hair he had left on his head.

"Well, I was thinking I would bring up something for you to do. Do you have any preferences? Some parchment to draw on?" Great, I'm treating him like he's five now. If he was in his right mind, he would kill me now. "Maybe some books?"

Draco said nothing and Arthur sighed loudly.

"Well, alright. Just...If you need anything, just ask, okay?"

Draco nodded, just once and he barely inclined his head at all. Had Arthur not been watching closely, he would have missed the slight movement.

"Okay? Right. Well...I'm going downstairs to help Molly. She's cleaning the house," Arthur said, pulling a face. "She's probably got the children working a room each but knowing them, they've sneaked off."

Draco didn't even blink at the poor joke, just closed his eyes and relaxed further into the bed.

"Right, I'm off," Arthur said awkwardly. He left the room quickly with yet another sigh.

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I should really talk to him. Tell him I'm alright, Draco thought. But I can't. Draco didn't want to talk. He wanted to exercise his right to be depressed. His mother was dead, therefore he had a mourning period of around a month, maybe two. He wanted to pretend that nothing else happened, that his mother had died in a fire or something not related to the madman killing muggleborns and muggles. He wanted to pretend he was a normal teenager, one who was allowed to cry when he was sad.

It had been a long time since he'd cried.

He couldn't cry though.

He needed to be happy, let Severus feed of his happy emotions, so the curses would not harm him further.

"I'm sorry, Sev," Draco whispered to Severus, curling up beside him. He pressed his head on the mans chest, listening to the steady thud.

Draco had only ever felt that weak once before in his life and that was when he watched his mother die.

Except, it wasn't quick like the killing curse, it was slow...so slow and drawn out that it might take months from the man to go.

But he would go.

Unless he got immediate medical help.

He should tell Arthur, he realised. Severus would die without outside help but Draco couldn't seem to force the words passed his lips.

Instead, he contented himself to lying beside the man who'd protected him and watching his slowly drift towards death.

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Ron was oh so tempted to sneak back into the room, along with Fred and George who were itching to go as well. Ginny, however, stopped them. She was nearly hysterical whenever the two upstairs were mentioned. She hadn't slept the night before. She had ended up going to curl up between the twins in their double bed. The twins hadn't hesitated to send one (Fred, Ron believed) to fetch their younger brother. Ron had immediately hurried into their room, following by Charlie who had heard the racket. Ginny, seeing all her brothers crowded around her, staring at her worriedly, had proceed to cry loudly. Molly had come in and stayed with them for a while but had left quickly so she could get some sleep for the next day.

Ron, Charlie, Fred and George all laid on the bed, which had been enlarged by Charlie with a simple transfiguration spell, surrounding Ginny. She fell into a restless sleep, the boys talking quietly amongst themselves about nonsense subjects...mostly quiddich.

Ron heard his father come down from the upper rooms and tensed as he passed his door. Arthur did not pause to see his son, instead he continued on downstairs to the kitchen to seek out his still annoyed wife.

"Ronny?" Fred (or was it George?) poked his head around Ron's door with an evil grin. Ron grinned back, knowing just what his brother had planned. "Ready for some revenge, Ronny?"

"Hell yes," Ron said quietly, so Ginny, who was sleeping on his bed, would not wake. He grabbed his wand from his desk and hurried out the door to follow the twins. George (or was it Fred?) waited by the staircase up to the next floor.

"Ready Ronny?" George asked with a grin. Ron nodded, eying the bag George held in one hand.

"What's in there?" Ron questioned, curiously and somewhat nervously. He had been a test subject for a lot of his brothers products. He knew the harm they could cause. Ron was glad they weren't being sent towards him.

"Oh, this? This is-" George said.

"-absolutely nothing, Ronny-kins!" Fred completed.

"It's just a-"

"-little present for-"

"-the amazing bouncing ferret."

"We thought he might-"

"-need a little excitement-"

"-in his amazingly dull life!"

Ron shuddered at the evil grins on the twins faces but nodded. "Great. Let's go. Dad will go back up there soon."

They took the stairs two at a time, forgetting about how their footsteps would echo through the house. When they reached the third floor, they slowed to to a walk as they approached the last stair case. George reached into his bag to grab something out, what he was going for Ron never found out, because sitting at the top of the stair case was Draco Malfoy.

Draco sat on the very top step, to the right. His leant against the wall, his eyes closed and head tilted to press partially against the wall as well. He looked a picture of serene and very non-threatening.

That was, of course, before his eyes snapped open and they stared, just stared, directly at the Weasley children.

The three red heads grabbed their wands and pointed them at Malfoy but Malfoy made no move to run or to protect himself. He closed his eyes again and sighed, body relaxing. He, once again, seemed completely serene.

"Why isn't he doing anything?" George demanded. Fred shrugged. Ron stared...and stared...and stared. No bloody way, he thought, even as he heard his brothers yelling for their father. There is no way.

Ron stepped closer, even as the twins doubled back, planning to disappear down the stairs and meet their father halfway.

Ron clutched his wand tighter and, now standing by the bottom step of the stairs, stared up at Malfoy.

Malfoy slowly opened his eyes again, meeting Ron's head on.

Oh Merlin, Ron realised with a start. He actually wants to die.

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"What did you think you were doing?" Molly shrilled, glaring at her three boys. Ginny, by some twist of fate, was still sleeping peacefully in Ron's room despite the desperate cries of the twins. Arthur stood beside his wife, looking just as furious as she was.

"You could have been hurt," Arthur pointed out. "This was a very stupid thing to do, boys! You are grounded."

"-and you will have your brooms taken away," Molly added with a death-glare towards them. "No quiddich until school and even then I'm telling Minerva about this incident! She will decide whether or not you will be allowed on the pitch."

"W-what! B-but mum!" Ron stuttered, being the only boy out of the three actually returning to Hogwarts that year.

"No buts! I can't believe you would do something so foolish! Utterly ridiculous!" Molly continued to rant, making her children go red in embarrassment and shame.

Arthur glanced towards Draco, who had yet to move from his spot on the stairs. The grey eyes were open and were watching the children being scolded by their mother with keen interest. It was the most emotion Arthur had seen in the boys eyes all day. Is that it? He misses his family?

Arthur moved forward, towards the base of the stairs. Draco's eyes snapped to his, going cold instantly but then he seemed to recognize who he actually was.

"Hello again Draco. You've caused quite a stir," Arthur said quietly, stepping into the first stair slowly so Draco would not startle. Draco nodded in response to Arthurs words and hesitated. Molly, the twins and Ron had all fallen silent when Arthur spoke. They were now watching the young blond with distrust and interest.

"S..." Draco started to say, wincing when his voice came out broken and weak. "Sev...Severus needs...help."

"Help?" Arthur looked perplexed and slightly worried. "What kind of help, Draco?"

"The...The curses on his...his mind have begun to...take control. He...He needs help," Draco finished poorly, looking uncomfortable as the distrusting eyes turned to disbelief and simply stared at him in shock. "If...If you have...someone...anyone...who knows legimency...they...they should use it on...on him and he'd get better. He...He can't do it...do it alone." Draco's eyes stayed locked with Arthurs, not daring to glance towards the others. Out of pride rather then fear. He had allowed Arthur to see him at his weakest and now he was forced to let the others see him too.

"We don't have anyone who knows legimency. Only a few of us even know how to occlude our minds," Arthur said regretfully.

"Do...Do you have books on it?" Draco asked, stubbornly pretending he did not hear the shock gasps from the others. "I...I know the basics. Se...Severus taught me how...last year."

"I bet he did," Ron said spitefully under his breath. Everyone still heard him. Molly shot him a reproachful look but it was half-hearted. She was thinking the exact same.

Draco ignored the comment and continued talking, his stutter becoming less as he talked. "I should be fine getting...getting into Severus' mind...his defences are non-existent thanks to the injuries he's...he's sustained from the torture...I just need to read up on...on getting out again once the mind his been brought back."

"Brought back?" Molly asked, startling the blond. Grey eyes met with blue and each refused to back down. "What do you mean brought back?"

The twins were slowly sneaking way, glad to see their mother was finally distracted. Ron had been glaring at Draco but seeing his brothers backing away, he'd hurried to follow. It would not be good if he was the last one there. Their mother would take out his brothers disappearance on him.

"Yes, brought back," Draco repeated with a faint trace of his old sneer returning. This was the Draco he had always had to be but he was glad it was back. If he didn't have this Draco then he didn't have himself at all. "He has had three different strong dark mind curses placed on him. His mind is somewhere so dark that I'm sure even the strongest Lumos charm could not light it up. To bring him back from that dark place, I'd need to find him in the darkness and draw out his happy memories, one by one until he can feel them again. One...one of the curses works like the dementors, except it is always there and Patronus' only offer momentary relief. The curse can only be broken if the person hit with it wants it to be broken. Only someone with a lot of happy memories can do it alone."

Molly looked horrified, shattered and furious all at the same time. Draco waited patiently for her to explode, either into words or to literally explode from the contradictory emotions flooding her.

Amazingly, Molly Weasley managed to condense all of her volatile emotions into one acidic word. "Bastards!" She spun on her heel and stormed down the nearby stares, her footsteps loud and heavy, warning anyone in her path to stand back.

Arthur watched in faint amusement as his wife disappeared. Draco just watched in confusion. Did she mean me? He wondered but did not have time to further pursue that thought because Arthur was talking once more.

"Draco," Arthur pronounced the word slowly, cautiously. "Even if we had the books, are you sure you'd be able to handle it? I mean, I know very little about Legimency but I do know it is very exhausting, especially on an untrained mind. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Draco tensed, every muscle in his body contracting until Arthur feared a touch from a dust molecule might shatter him. "Of course I'm sure," he snarled poisonously at Arthur, looking furious at the man for daring to say a thing like that. "That man," he waved a hand towards the doorway behind him down the hall, "-saved my life. My sanity is a small price to pay!"

Arthur looked stunned. That sentiment was almost...Griffendorish! Draco seemed to realise it too and glared at Arthur, as if daring him to make a comment. Arthur flinched back from the icy stare but was inwardly dancing. This was the most responsive (and prat-like) Arthur had seen the boy since he'd appeared in their backyard, save for the time he believed Arthur was a polyjuiced Death Eater.

Arthur cleared his throat and tactically changed the subject, deciding to touch on the thought of Draco giving his life for the other man at a later time. "So, Draco, beside the books, what else do you need?"

"A quite room, completely undisturbed for when I actually go inside his mind," Draco responded without pausing to think. "Any distraction from outside could cause a rip in the strands of memories or in the mind itself."

Arthur winced. "Really?"

"Really."

"Well, when the time comes, we'll be sure to clear a room for the two of you."

"Good. I'll also need a numbing potion for after I leave his mind. It will give him a splitting headache for about a day or two unless his mind is numbed directly after contact has been removed from our mind."

"And that will make sure he's not in any pain afterwards?"

"No. He'll still be in pain but with the numbing potion, he wont want to lop his own head of to stop the pain."

"...ah."

They fell silent and Draco's eyes slid closed again, his body tenser then before but he had yet to move from his step. Arthur examined the slender blond, taking in the rumpled clothes and the messed up hair. Without the layers of pristine perfection covering his appearance, Draco looked exactly like any other teenager would.

Except, perhaps, for a slight flare that even hand-me down sweat-suits could not disguise. The boy carried a grace that could not be hidden by clothing or dirt. It was something that radiated from every pore of his being and spilled out profoundly, drawing the eye to the boy before you even learned of his pure heritage.

Arthur wondered just how pure the Malfoy line was. He could swear that there was something magical about the boy that had nothing to do with actual magic.

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Ron had seen that look before. He wouldn't say he'd seen it a hundred times but he had seen it a lot. After Sirius' death, Harry had gotten that look. After Percy turned his back on his family, Molly had gotten that look too but she soon pushed it aside by baking. Ron was fairly sure his mothers cure-all was cupcakes or something similar to that. Ron had also seen that look in Hermione's eyes not long ago, when she decided she would remove herself from her parents memories and sent them abroad. That way she would be safe. She planned to do it soon, she'd mailed Ron about it but she was spending her last moments with them. They'd gone on a holiday, to where Ron didn't know because sending the location via owl mail was dangerous. Ron wondered if that look had gone from her eyes yet or if it ever would.

Ron still hated Malfoy with every bone in his body but his heart felt some sympathy for the teen. Not enough to care or not try and attack/torture the boy when he wasn't looking but just enough that he decided to tolerate him.

Ron sat down on his bed next to the awake and confused Ginny.

"Ron? What's going on?" She demanded sleepily. Ron shook his head and settled himself at the end of the bed, back pressed against the wall.

"It's nothing, Gin. Go back to sleep," he suggested and she, with a suspicious look, obeyed. He practically held his breath until she began to breath easier, meaning she was asleep. Ron sighed and grabbed a parchment from the nearby desk and began to scrawl out a letter.

Dear Mione,

You won't believe what's been going on!

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"You should go back into your room," Arthur suggested after a while of silence. Draco nodded his head but didn't open his eyes. "I'll get you the books as soon as possible, I promise," he added, seeing the boy wasn't moving. Draco nodded again, his eyes opening slowly. He blinked a few times before standing carefully. He used the wall to support him and soon he was upright, grasping the wall.

"Do you need anything else?" Arthur asked kindly.

"No," Draco said instead of shaking his head, which he knew would make him dizzy. He went to turn but heavy footsteps from nearby stopped him. Arthur and Draco stared down the hall towards the stairs down curiously.

Molly Weasley appeared at the top of the stairs, staring right back at them. In her arms she carried two heavy tomes, behind her floated two more. She tossed her faded red hair and walked directly towards Draco. She went passed Arthur without sparing a glance and stopped half way up the stairs. "Fix him," she said simply, without feeling.

Draco raised one eyebrow at her.

"He may be a bastard," Molly pointed out, with a huff, "but no one deserves three mental curses. Fix him."

Draco nodded. Molly nodded.

Arthur chuckled under his breath and shook his head.

They put the books in the room, Molly didn't glance at Severus the whole time, and under the watchful eyes of his wife Arthur locked the door, trapping the blond teen inside.

Molly nodded stiffly, seeing the door was locked and warded. She spun on her heel and disappeared down the stairs in search of her runaway children. They still had punishments to do and she wasn't going to let them get away without completing them.

Arthur with a small smile, seeing his wifes back turned, quickly flicked his wand and unwarded the door, leaving only a detection spell on so he'd know when the boy left the room again.

With a satisfied smile, he followed his wife.

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Arthur entered the lounge seconds behind his wife, eyes widening when he saw many order members gathered there. Ron had been dragged from his room by Bill who stood nearby embracing his wife as he listened to the orders.

Seeing the Weasley parents enter the room, they fell silent. Remus was the first to speak.

"We're going to get Harry," he said and Molly beamed, obviously pleased.

"Wonderful! Though now I'll need to make more cupcakes!"

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Harry turned a pan onto high, splashed in some oil and began chopping an onion from nearby. The knife cut through the skin of the vegetable easily and with familiar ease. The usually stinging smell didn't even make his eyes mist any more. Testing the pan by holding one hand over its surface, he discovered it hot enough and threw the cut onion in to brown.

A ringing doorbell made all of the family pause. Petunia stiffened and stood from where she'd been sitting in the lounge.

"I'll get it," she said. Reluctance was written all over her face as she walked to the front door. The doorbell rang twice more before she got to it.

Harry shook his head and went back to cooking. The onions were brown now, so he quickly threw in the nearby beef. The pan hissed when the juices touched its seering surface. Over the hissing, Harry did not hear any of the words exchanged at the front door.

"What's for dinner?" Dudley demanded, appearing at the kitchen door. Harry rolled his eyes at the frying pan.

"Food," Harry said vaguely, mostly to annoy his cousin.

"Obviously," Dudley sneered. "But what kind of food?"

Harry sighed. "It's stir-fry meat and vegetables."

"Yuck!" Dudley pulled a face that Harry didn't see but could guess after sixteen years of living with him. "That's disgusting. Make me a steak instead!"

"Can't do that, Duddy," Harry pointed out. "Aunt Petunia decided on this dish. You don't want to hurt her feelings, do you?"

Dudley hesitated before groaning. "Fine, but you better make something good for desert." He stormed out, leaving a faintly amused Harry. Aunt Petunia had not chosen the meal but it was an easy way of making his whale of a cousin back-down.

"Boy, get out here!" Vernon bellowed from the hallway. Harry groaned under his breath.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Vernon." Harry quickly turned down the pan, shimmied the meat so they were cooking on different sides and placed the sharp knife towards the back of the counter. "Coming!" He yelled, yanking off his 'work shirt' which counted as an apron. He dropped the shirt to the floor and walked out to the kitchen, ruffling up his hair to make it fall across his scar.

"What is...it?" Harry's eyes went wide as he saw a grinning Remus, a slight perturbed but still smiling Molly and several other order members crowded in the doorway.

"Hey mate!" Ron called from the back of the group, elbowing his way to stand beside his mother. They were all dressed in muggle clothing (Harry was sure one of them was wearing a dress but couldn't see it properly to be completely sure).

"Who are all these people?" Vernon growled. Petunia looked white and like she was going to pass out. She was staring directly at Remus Lupin who was staring right back.

"My friends," Harry responded with a grin that nearly split his face in two. His uncle and cousin paled. Friends meant Wizards and Wizards meant someone not the be trifled with.

"Go get your trunk, Harry. We need to move quickly," Remus suggested and Harry nodded.

"I'll come with you, mate!" Ron hurried over and the pair raced up stairs to Harry's room. That left the order with the Dursleys.

"May we use your fireplace?" Remus asked politely.

"What are you going to do with it?" Vernon demanded

"We're going to create a temporary connection with my house," Molly explained. "To floo the children to the burrow."

"Floo?"

"Burrow?"

"You want to what?"

The three Dursely's said at the same time. Remus did not wait to ask again, merely strolled passed as if he owned the place, a faint smirk on his face that did not suit the werewolf. The order members followed, leaving the Dursely's gaping behind them.

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Authors note:

Zomg. Sorry this took ages! (okay, it was only a week and a bit but still xD)

I was on a health kick (making me a total bitch and not wanting to write) then, just my luck, I got a cold (making me depressed and not wanting to write either) and now I'm back on sugar (lots of it) which makes me want to write! So Yay!

Oh, the first part of this chapter was written by Bitchy!Liaa, I apologise for the moodyness of it xD, middle part was written by Sad!Liaa, I apologise for the angst and lastly, I also apologise for the randomness of the last part as it was written by SugarHigh!Liaa. Yay? XD

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I was meant to upload this earlier but Fanfic kept having "technical glitches" and instead of only lasting a few minutes, they lasted almost two whole hours! How annoying.

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Oh and on an added note, this will not be a Creature!Fic. The 'magic' about Draco will be later explained.

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Don't worry m'dears, I won't be giving up the story even if I catch twenty colds this year. I've already planned two sequels and this story should be around twenty-twentyfive chapters long by itself xD Enjoy!

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