Together

Prompt: What if Harry hadn't died in the Forbidden Forest in the Battle for Hogwarts?

Warning: LVHP, NOT TRHP. This is going to be pure serpentine goodness. Will be rated M in later chapters. The first multi-chap fic I've written in years due to writing books, so bear with me. Writing someone else's characters after writing your own for so long is strange.

I don't own any of this stuff other than the 'plot', which I am sure has been done before. All characters belong to JK Rowling. What a Goddess.

Chapter 12: Shattered Fairytales

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"So I go to breakfast, he's not there. I check his room, nothing. Which is why I'm here. You're in on it, aren't you? And Mother." Harry growled. He and Draco were sitting in the dungeon, their place for talking when they didn't want to be heard. Now that he knew Voldemort could hear his thoughts, he had found a really catchy tune he could play on repeat in his head as he talked. He hoped it would do the trick.

"Harry, you don't want to go there." Draco sighed. "It's dumb. Your life now is better than it was." Harry could tell from Draco's face that he was telling the truth, but there were still signs of desperation in his face.

"Fine. How about I say everything I've been told so far, and all you have to do is say true or false, okay? I won't ask for details."

Draco hesitated for a long while, and Harry could tell that he really didn't want to get involved, but there was fear written all over his face.

"Just…don't hate us, okay?" He muttered. Harry nodded, and sat crossed legged in front of him.

"You're my brother, Mother's my mum."

"False." Draco cringed. "But that's how I see you now."

"Same. And that won't change, I promise. For you or Mother." Harry smiled. Draco smiled back, happy that Harry hadn't taken the news too badly.

"Your Father isn't my Father."

"True."

"My last name is Malfoy."

"False."

"So it is Potter." Harry exclaimed. "When I heard it, I thought of you saying it."

"I used to be a douchebag to you in school." Draco laughed. "We'd only call each other by our last names."

Harry went through a few more, and Draco, now a lot more comfortable with the conversation, allowed him titbits of information.

"I lived with an abusive Muggle Family."

"True. Your Uncle, your Aunt and your cousin."

"Hermione and Ron were actors." Harry asked. Draco shook his head. He seemed a bit defeated but then Harry remembered Voldemort saying that Ron and Draco hated each other.

"They were your friends. You chose them over me in first year. Bet you regret that decision now, ay Potter?" He grinned. Harry grinned back. That sounded far too familiar.

"Sirius Black was an enemy."

"False. He was your Godfather. Bellatrix killed him." Draco commented. Harry suddenly felt a wave of relief. He was innocent.

"Albus Dumbledore was the scum of the Earth."

"True." Draco scowled. "And I'll stand by that. You would never have agreed with me, but he really did use you with no regard for your safety. You loved the old man. Even Granger knew something was wrong."

Harry suddenly stood up, and Draco followed suit. Harry hugged him tightly.

"Thank you for this. There's one more question I need an answer to, but I'll have to go to him for it. Tell Mother that we've talked, and tell her I love her, and she's still my Mother." He smiled. Draco nodded, and with that, Harry was off.

He ran through the Manor corridors. The Dark Lord had managed to evade him all morning, but Harry needed that one, final answer. And more, if he could get them. Every room seemed to be empty, when he stumbled across the double doors to the main hall. He paused, hearing hushed voices behind the door. He made them out as Lucius and Voldemort.

"Narcissa is worried about what you are planning for the boy. She's become attached to him, and wants to know why you've started to turn your partnership into something more…intimate."

"It's quite simple, Lucius." Harry heard a chair being dragged. "Harry's biggest weakness is his want for love. It used to be his greatest strength, but he is useless without it. For him to be stronger, for him to trust me more, it had to be that way. I have no intention of physically hurting the boy."

There was a silence, and harry was trying to figure out the context of what had just been said. Lucius asked for him.

"Do you actually have feelings for the boy?" He asked. Voldemort laughed.

"Me, have feelings for that impudent brat who made my life a living hell and beat me at the age of two? Have feelings for the boy who lived and cried and whined and doesn't have a brave bone in his body, Salazar knows why the Sorting Hat put him in Gryffindor. Don't be absurd, Lucius! I need his loyalty, and this was the easiest way to get it. It was so easy, it's embarrassing. Pathetic."

As Voldemort opened the double doors to leave, he stopped. Harry was stood in the hallway, tears streaming down his face.

"It's okay. Neither of you get me. I don't need you, or anyone. I'll just go die in peace so you can sort this bloody war out by yourselves."

"Harry, wait!" Voldemort cried out. But it was too late. Harry Potter was gone. And seemingly suicidal again.

Oh no.

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Still the 20th October! I like where this is going. When I said I had planned out 16 chapters, they are literally just a word so I know the main event, like this one was 'Heartbreak'. The details are made up as I go along.

We're getting somewhere!

-Alistair