Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, CharliexBlaise,ViktorxHermione, future BillxFleur. Future Stalker Ginny! Seamus and Colin *hides*
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them.
Warning: There is child abuse/animal cruelty in this chapter. [Blood Feud and Ferret Draco...]
Only read if you want to read Nott get punished and the Harry discusses dragons part...
Chapter 22- Blaisé tells Harry about the Dragons, Blood Feuds and fair play
Blaisé wouldn't go into the dungeons except for Potions so this week's study group was in his rooms.
Charlie looked at his watch, "You said they would join you for breakfast?"
Blaisé nodded, "yes." he asked quietly, "You're leaving?"
Charlie knelt and kissed him, "Lucius and I need to clear up a loose end. I'll be back. I promise. Draco will keep you safe. I love you."
Blaisé kissed him back, "Don't be gone too long."
George and Fred came in carrying hampers of food while Draco held the portrait open for them.
Charlie nodded to Fred, "Keep him safe. I only trust Lucius, Remus and Snape with my mate. No other adults."
Hermione asked quietly, "What about Viktor?"
"Could he have cursed my mate?" Charlie asked looking protective
Blaisé shook his head, "No. He is safe. I can smell it. I wouldn't have said he was Hermione's destined mate if he was dangerous. He is the Crow."
"Very well, Viktor is fine. He is a student. Severus thought the person who cast it was an adult." he kissed Blaisé, "I would prefer it if you stayed here. You're safest in a defendable place. Safety in numbers. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Blaisé reluctantly let him leave, he turned to Harry, "You know I feel a little foolish."
Draco chuckled, "Foolish? Why?"
"For not realizing why Charlie was here.' Blaisé said sheepishly, "He's not just here for me. I never really thought about why he would be here. I know what Harry's first task is; the Beauxbatons girl and Viktor probably heard this morning
Harry dug into the basket of food, "What about Cedric? Shouldn't he know?"
Blaisé shrugged, "Probably, but I won't tell him not that he would believe me anyway. Besides, you're the youngest and you were forced into this. He volunteered."
Harry still thought Cedric should know…
XoooooX
Charlie met Lucius at the edge of Malfoy Manor property, his fingers gripping his wand.
Lucius nodded at him, "You sure you want to do this? I won't think less of you if you change your mind. Your family with not approve of this. They will say I've corrupted you."
"This is my choice. I want him to suffer for what he's done. Blaise didn't deserve any of this. The only way he'll move on is when he knows Nott can never hurt him."
Lucius nodded, "I guess you aren't so bad for the son of blood traitors."
"You aren't completely evil for a former Death Eater." Charlie shrugged.
"Azkaban."
They both Apparated to the island prison and were met by Kingsley.
"Lord Malfoy. Mr. Weasley. A chamber has been prepared and warded against Dementors." the Head of Magical Law Enforcement said quickly.
Lucius nodded, "Thank you."
They were led to a stone chamber excavated deep into the bedrock of the island.
[Attack on Nott Begins, why this wasn't posted before I don't know]
Lucius banished the chains, "Levicorpus."
Nott was pulled upside down into the air, hissing, "Traitors. Fools. The Dark Lord will rise and you will be punished for your betrayal Malfoy, you and your family will be killed. Every single member of your bloodline will be killed."
"I have been granted the Rite of Blood Feud against you and your blood. It is you who will die." Lucius' eyes narrow with hatred, "Sectumsempra." his wand swishing as if it were a blade first slicing the youth's cheeks and then his thighs.
"Orinithes Areos." a flock of birds dove towards the cursing teen, each flap of their wings sent feathers flying and they became sharp as darts piercing flesh.
"Axelo." a nasty curse from his Death Eater days, Lucius remembered it be Antonin Dolohov's favorite curse. One that he had used against Charlie's Uncles Fabian and Gideon.
"Avis oppungno." Charlie's previously casted birds dove beak first at the Nott boy, his curses were not as deep or as dark as Lucius.
Lucius adapted Bellatrix's favorite object destruction curse, "Ossa perfines."
Nott screamed, his bones shattering at once.
Charlie ignored the screams, "bhei." gusts of air formed fists and smashed into the tall gangly teen's body. He was giving Nott bruise for bruise what he gave his mate.
"Bombarda." Lucius exploded each fist of air after it landed its punch, adding to the pain.
Normally, Kingsley would protest such treatment of a child. Nott's mouth and his attack did nothing to prove he was innocent.
"Aperio."
Nott's tattered robes vanished.
"Flagellum." a cat o' nine tails whip came down on the teen's bare back and chest.
"Ruptispecktis." Charlie muttered, the power he threw behind the curse not only blinded Nott but nearly severed his eyes.
Lucius snarled, "Confringo." what little clothing Nott had set itself on fire.
Charlie cast his mother's special hex, the bat bogie hex which caused Nott's bogies to grow bat wind and attack the burning boy.
"Volvulus mteranea." a nasty hex that caused violent twisting of the intestines, its brother hex wasn't far behind, "Extorqueo mteranea." it ripped them out his mouth.
"Everte Statum."
Lucius held up his hand, "For improper use of your tongue, you lose it. Extorqueo lingua." Nott's tongue joined the mass of bloody tissue on the ground. "For using your hands to hurt my son you lose them. Sectumsempra." he sliced off the teen's hands.
Charlie growled, "For threatening to rape my mate, I won't rape you but you will lose that which you would use to rape him. Extorqueo genetatus."
"For kicking my son. Sectumsempra" Nott's feet landed in the bloody pile.
"He has paid for the terror he afflicted and I am satisfied." Charlie muttered, he wasn't cut out for this torture business. He used mostly common curses and hexes, he didn't really know nasty ones besides the unforgivable which he heard you actually had to mean to use..
Lucius was pleased Charlie had lasted as long into this had he had. He glared at the silently sobbing boy, "For use of magic against my son."
Nott's eyes filled with both anger and terror.
"Extorqueo magia." Lucius used the wrenching hex to tear away Nott's magic, only a blood relative could truly remove one's magic and thankfully he wasn't related to the creep. He turned to Kingsley, who looked rather pale. "I am satisfied. If I do not use the killing curse may I kill him now?"
Kingsley nodded.
"Sectumsempra." Lucius used the spell to remove Nott's head. "Librecorpus." both head and bloody body landed on the bloody mess on the stone floor. "When I get around to dealing with Lord Nott, you will accompany us?"
Kingsley looked at the bloody mess that had once been a Fourth Year Slytherin, "Yes." he wasn't at all sure he could watch them do such a thing again.
Charlie staggered, the reality of his actions finally slammed home and he felt ill. "I…should go."
Lucius acquiesced, "Very well. We both need a drink and a bath to wash Nott's presence away."
Charlie didn't have the energy to protest.
XoooooX
Harry asked quietly, "So how do you defeat a dragon?"
Blaisé chuckled, "Well, their hide is highly resistant to magic which is why we use it for vests, jackets and boots. It takes about five or six wizards to subdue one with a stunning spell. A stunning spell doesn't last long and though you have the knowledge and magical ability, I doubt you have the will power to cast it on your own."
"Can ya put it at sleep?" Fred asked.
"Fed it a sleeping potion? Haven't got time to brew a strong enough one. Besides it takes about six wizards…"
George interrupted, "Six if you force the dragon to drink it. One if you cast the potion into their stomach."
Draco nodded, "True but from what I understand, he is only allowed his wand."
Hermione was reading the rules, "He is only allowed to enter the enclosure with his wand. It doesn't say he can't use his wand to bring him things. Seriously, aren't dragons considered to be known wizard killers? Why would they be pitting preverbal children against them?" Hermione was furious, thinking about Harry and Viktor having to face dragons terrified her.
"They must want them to think outside normal conditions. How does one face a dragon?"
"Muggle stories say that there are two options when facing a dragon; though they don't usually believe they are real. One is to die and the other is to kill the dragon. Since neither is an option I have little to offer. Though according to 'The History of the Triwizard Tournament' "though attempts are made to keep champions in the dark regarding their tasks, Cheating has always been a large part of the Tournament". So much for honesty."
"Like Muggles don't cheat."
"I didn't say that." Hermione pouted.
"Well I for one don't see the point in letting them ambush you with something like a dragon. The last Tournament had a Cockatrice get loose and attack the judges right? Who choose such a beast? Magically created creatures are amoung the most deadly and the hardest to control. Who did they have guarding the creature Hagrid?" Blaise knew dragons were extremely dangerous and he had no love for the dragon-obsessed oaf of a groundskeeper and gamekeeper.
"Oh honestly, Hagrid isn't that old." Hermione scoffed.
George tilted his head, "He has a point. The reason the magical community is so small you see is that we tend to get reborn and only to the bloodline from whence we came. If the blood line is distorted or lost so is that soul. It is possible that Hagrid was technically alive during the last tournament. If we had been born after our uncles Fabian and Gideon died, it would have been possible for their souls to have been born into these bodies." twins were usually born with twin souls, definition of twin souls varied. One claimed they were two souls that were always born together. Another view was that they were a single soul that had been divided as surely as a fertilized egg was divided to create identical twins.
"Yeah, the more males born into a line, the more likely only male souls will return." Fred nodded.
"Wizards have strange ideas about death." Harry muttered, he didn't remember much about the Dursleys' views on life and death beyond that he was barely worth being a servant and surely would be better off dead. As a rule, the Dursleys were something called agnostic but they attended church on religious holidays such a Christmas and Easter because it was the thing.
"The Veil is only a transition place. It isn't meant to hold souls indefinitely. Besides, it isn't largemouth for that." Blaise knew what he knew from reading, it wasn't like Lucius or Narcissa took the time to tell him.
"So if the last of the bloodline is killed or dies then no one in that family can even be reborn?" Hermione asked, letting the knowledge sink in.
Draco nodded, "Breeding too young or marrying relatives that are too closely related causes madness. The madness is a result of being reborn to quickly, a soul needs time to recover and heal between lifetimes you see. I think Aunt Bella's soul was forced to be reborn right after a death. There were always too many Blacks alive at once. It was tradition to make them marry young and often to cousins. If you try to force a birth it can cause issues. Births have to happen when they are meant to."
Hermione was overwhelmed, "I see."
George said quietly, "That is why couples like us aren't usually allowed to procreate. It's too dangerous." it was unfair, he loved Fred so much. He wanted whatever person in love should be allowed to want, a child with the person he loved. Sadly, it wasn't something he would be allowed to have.
Fred sensed the sadness in his beloved, pulling George into his arms, "Hush now. All that matters is you. We discussed this." of course he wanted children, what wizard truly doesn't want progeny? Who would inherit their shop if one of them didn't have a child? Fred didn't want anyone else and paying a woman to carry his child would destroy George even if he didn't sleep with the woman. Any child belonged to it's sire, if the sire wasn't alive to claim it then the child was the property of the head of his family. He knew that George wanted a child, he would find away to give his beloved that. It was one thing to say that he was with George and that he loved him, that nothing was going to stop him from loving him. All of which was true, but that didn't stop him from wanting a child with George.
Xooo [end missing section] oooX
Lucius Side-Along Apparated Charlie to the manor, leading him inside to his study and depositing the man in a chair beside the fire. "Stria!"
"Yes, Lord Malfoy. Stria here."
"I believe Mr. Weasley could do with a bit of toast. I would like a nice chicken sandwich."
"How can you eat after that?" Charlie muttered.
"Practice. When you are taught things you should not be taught and use house elves for targets for curse and hex practice as a child you learn to stomach these things. It is the Malfoy tradition to both beat and use the Cruciatus curse for punishment. A practice I intend to end with me, I sincerely doubt after what Harry has been though he or Draco would ever stomach such punishment for their children."
Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Did you,"
Lucius held up his hand, "I never did just a thing to Blaise. What I did was possibly worse, I mostly ignored him. He was lucky he got any education, Severus and Narcissa had a hand in that I am sure." he never beat Draco but in his foolishness he had used the Cruciatus to punish him son without leaving a mark. He regretted it strongly, though whether that was because Draco could easily kill him or because of paternal feelings for that lad he wasn't entirely sure. As for his Narcissa's child soon to be born, he had sworn to her that they would be better parents to it, that he would be a better father. When they had Bonded and discussed their future they had discussed what type of parents they wished to be. They both had cruel fathers and had wished to be kinder parents, Narcissa blamed Bella's madness on their father's instance they learn the Imperious and the Cruciatus. They were taught casting and not resistance which is where their fathers differed from himself, he had punished Draco with the Cruciatus while challenging him to fight it. He poured them both two fingers of Ogdens' over conjured ice and handed one to Charlie. The glasses were charmed to refill itself until he removed the charm.
Charlie downed the glass and the refill, feeling a little steadier. He could hardly believe what he had done, he was glad Nott was dead and was punished but still torture wasn't something he was made for.
Lucius thanked the elf with a dismissive nod as he start to nibble at his sandwich, while torture was not one of his preferred hobbies there were moments he quite enjoyed it. He almost wished he could have struck back at his father but unfortunately his ancestral magic wouldn't have allowed such a thing. If a Malfoy attempted Patricide the house elves would be immediately released from their bond to the family, the vaults would be closed to the individual and the house would refuse to grant them entrance if they left.
Once Charlie calmed down he excused himself to return to his mate.
XoooooX
It was barely after noon when they heard the portrait open.
Blaise sensed his mate was in distress and rose, "Charlie?"
Draco decided that it was probably best if they left and started to pack up.
Harry was confused but then realized that Blaise and Charlie needed to be alone.
George moved towards his older brother, "Charlie are you alright?"
Blaise smelled the whiskey, "What's wrong love?"
Charlie let Blaise embrace him, "Lucius and I…enacted the Rite of Blood Feud against Theo Nott."
George paled, "Did you participate?"
Charlie nodded slowly, "Yes."
Blaise sighed, "Amante, you didn't need to do that." he was pleased that his mate had gone to such lengths to be sure he was safe. Theo could never hurt him again.
Fred rest a hand on Charlie's shoulder, leaning into to whisper, "I would have do the same thing if someone had attacked mine."
George blushed as he heard the words Fred spoke, Fred would do such a thing for him?
Charlie stammered, "I didn't kill him…but I did cause him pain." he didn't feel guilty about what he did to Nott, but he felt guilty for not feeling guilty. He was shocked at what he had found out he was capable of.
Fred chuckled, "We trace our lineage back to knights who served Merlin. I am sure we've had a few people who are less refined and courtly. Sometimes justice is not the one that needs to be served, sometimes it vengeance that must be served. I for one refuse to judge you for doing what you felt must be done."
George was embarrassed that Fred would consider going so far for him.
Fred reached to squeeze George's hand, 'I'd do anything to keep you safe Georgie.'
Charlie smiled wearily, "Thank you for understanding." he wasn't so sure that Percy would, what he had done though not illegal would be considered by some distasteful. His mother would not approve, then again if his grandfather Lord Prewitt hadn't died before his sons he would have had cause to file Blood Feud against the Death Eater who viciously slew Gideon and Fabian. Molly Weasley, nee Prewitt while protective like Hermione before to let justice handle such things. He wasn't even sure if if his father would accept his choice, he hoped that his father would. As he and Blaise became more serious he would have to speak to his grandfather Septimus about Blaise and his father. By marriage his father was the default head of the Prewitt family that would pass to Bill unless his grandfather Septimus chose to grant the headship of the Weasley family to his father, while it was tradition to award headship to the eldest son it wasn't mandatory. It might pass to one of his father's brothers. If it passed to Arthur's line it would be granted most likely to a son. Ancient customs stated that when the husband assumed the lordship of a family by marriage that the title would be passed the second son and the husband's birth title to the eldest barring death or imprisonment. He would feel more worthy of Blaise due to his mate's relation to the Malfoys if he gain one of the titles he was mostly to obtain. He would prefer the Prewett mostly because it would become Zabini upon his assumption while the Weasley title would stay Weasley which would make it more appropriate to be granted Bill who would Bond with a worthy of becoming Lady Weasley. If he did assume the lordship then Blaise would be his consort…
XoooooX
Harry was about to follow Draco down the hall past the library when he spotted Cedric, He tugged on Draco's sleeve, "Just a minute."
Draco saw Cedric and sighed, "Do what you think is best."
By the time Harry weaved his way through the crowd of students heading to and from the library, Cedric was nearly there. He was with a load of sixth-year friends. Harry didn't want to talk to Cedric in front of them; they were among those who had been grumbling about Rita Skeeter's article which was mostly about him rather then the three real Champions. Harry pulled out his wand, and took careful aim. "Diffindo!"
Cedric's bag split. Parchment, quills, and books spilled out of it onto the floor. Several bottles of ink smashed.
"Don't bother," said Cedric in an exasperated voice as his friends bent down to help him. "I'll be right along, save me a place at the table…"
This was exactly what Harry had been hoping for, he slipped his wand back into his robes, and waited until Cedric's friends had disappeared into the library. Before he hurried up the corridor, which was now shockingly empty of everyone but himself and Cedric. Well if you ignored the fact that Draco and possibly Hermione were somewhere behind him
"Hi," said Cedric, picking up a copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration that was now splattered with ink. "My bag just split… brand-new and all…"
"Cedric," Harry said quietly, as he absently banished the spilled ink and mended the bag, "the first task is dragons."
"What?" Cedric said, looking up.
"Dragons," said Harry, speaking quickly, in case anyone came out to help Cedric in the event they thought he took to long.. "They've got four, one for each of us, and we've got to get past them."
Cedric stared at him. Harry saw some of the panic he'd been feeling since Saturday night flickering in Cedric's gray eyes.
"Are you sure?" Cedric said in a hushed voice.
"Dead sure," said Harry. "I've seen them."
"But how did you find out? We're not supposed to know…"
"Never mind," said Harry quickly - he worried Charlie would be in trouble if he told the truth- he was suspicious that Charlie told or showed Blaise so Blaise would tell him. "But I'm not the only one who knows. Fleur and Krum will know by now - I have it on good authority that Heads Maxime and Karkaroff both saw the dragons too."
Cedric straightened up, his arms full of bent quills, parchment, and books, his repaired bag dangling off one shoulder. He stared at Harry, and there was a puzzled, almost suspicious look in his eyes. "Why are you telling me?" he asked.
Harry looked at him in disbelief, he was sure Cedric wouldn't have asked that if he had seen the dragons himself. Harry wouldn't have let his worst enemy face those monsters unprepared - well, perhaps Nott or Ron…
"It's just… fair, isn't it?" he said to Cedric. "We all know now… we're on an even footing, aren't we?"
Cedric was still hooking at him in a slightly suspicious way when Harry heard a familiar clunking noise behind him. He turned around and saw Mad-Eye Moody emerging from a nearby classroom.
"Come with me, Potter," he growled. "Diggory, off you go."
Harry stared apprehensively at Moody, shifting backwards. Had he overheard them?
Draco strode to his lover's side, "He doesn't need to go anywhere with you. You maybe the school's Ward specialist but you are not a professor."
"Never mind that, Malfoy, This doesn't concern you. Potter. In my office, please…
Draco wrapped a possessive arm around his lover, "Harry being officially courted by my gracious self, not that it is any of your business. I believe that his business is my business and that if you have anything to say to him do the right and proper thing and request an audience from his guardian either from Deputy Headmaster Snape or Mistress Black-Tonks."
Moody scowled, "Perhaps, I wanted to offer some advice to the boy."
Draco snorted, "You're a Gryffindor aren't you? And a retired Auror? You're not supposed to condone Cheating. Why don't you skiv off and check the wards or something and leave Harry be? He's got enough to worry about."
"So Skeeter's right? You're a brat with a control fetish. Harry should be removed and given to his godfather."
Harry shook, "No! Don't want Sirius. Want Papa. I want Draco."
Draco glared, "You upset him! Good job. Pat yourself on the back."
"You dare talk back to me Malfoy? I'll show you!" Moody's wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor at Harry's feet.
Harry watched in horror as Draco shrunk in size until he was no longer then Harry's tiny forearm. He whispered, "Draco?"
Hermione gasped and ran in search of Professor Snape or Remus…
Harry growled at the former Auror, "You give me back my Draco."
The ferret Draco, which gave an indignant screech and seemed to be trying to change back. The ferret spun in the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly.
"I don't think so!" roared Moody, pointing his wand at the ferret again - it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, and then bounced upward once more. "I don't like people who talk back to their elder," growled Moody as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. "Stinking, childish, scummy thing to do…"
Harry yelled so loudly that the entire library could hear him, "I don't care who you are! You give me back my Dragon!" his wand leapt into his hand, "Stop hurting him!" his eyes were filled with tears from Draco's muffled cries of pain.
Ms. Pince was stalking toward them.
Blaise stormed out of his rooms, his hands clenched, his taloned nails digging into his palms and drawing blood. His wings arched behind him like a cape, "You heard the Lion, unhand his Dragon! You are barely staff and not a Professor! You aren't allowed to punish him. Transfiguration is a fine art and should not be used as a form of Punishment!" he was righteously indignant that his beloved subject was being used to brutalize his brother.
Severus and Remus hurried to the library, Hermione behind them.
Severus snapped, "Mad-eye!" his trained healer eye saw Draco was injured and his heart twisted with every thud of his tiny body.
Remus' wand was in his hand, "Mad-eye! How dare you!"
"I'll deal with Malfoy scum as I see fit! They are all loathsome cowards."
"Expelliarmus." Harry growled, finally angry enough to attack the man. "Touch my Dracoagain and I'll kill you."
Draco crashed to the floor with a whimper.
"Get out! Leave the castle at once!" Severus thundered rushing to his godson's side.
Moody snorted, "I am here on the Minster's orders."
"I am Lord Prince and the Deputy Headmaster. Leave my school at once. Dobby!"
"Yes master?"
"Escort this old fool of a wizard to his home and leave him there. You are no longer welcome. Well Lord Malfoy hears of this, you will be lucky if he doesn't kill you. You're things will be returned to your house by the Hogwarts elves." Severus was furious.
Remus whispered, "Finite Incanteum."
Draco lay there crumpled, robes torn and bloody. His nose was broken, his eyes were swelling and quickly bruising,
Harry started to sob, Draco looked awful. It was all his fault! Draco was only trying to protect him…
Draco's arms and legs were a shattered mess and Severus suspected more internal injuries. He gently levitated the teen to a stretcher that Remus conjured, giving his mate a small grateful smile.
Remus glanced at Ms. Pince, "It is all in hand. You can forget about it now. The disruption has been dealt with."
She sniffed contemptuously, "Yelling, near a library. How tawdry."
Remus' eyes flashed gold, "His near fiancé was attacked without cause. Any decent human being would be angry."
Severus placed a hand on his shoulder, "Come on. I need you to go get Lucius. I will take Draco to the infirmary. What I need it there. Please love, she is not an enemy. She is just unenlightened."
Remus stalked off to do as his mate requested, informing Lucius that his son had been attacked by Mad-eye Moody would be a far from pleasant task.
Severus led the way to the infirmary on the first floor, Harry, Hermione, Blaise and the three Weasleys not far behind.
Hermione had an arm around her shaking friend, "He'll be alright. Your papa will take good care of him."
Harry looked up at her with watery eyes, "It's all my fault. He was protecting me. Why do I have to be so pathetic that he is always protecting me?"
Hermione hugged him, "Not pathetic. Draco protects you because he loves you very much.
Severus moved Draco gently from the stretcher to a waiting bed, glaring at Madam Pomfrey when she moved towards him, "I am the only one allowed to treat Draco. You may assist me only if I require it." he banished Draco's clothes, "Take Harry to sit down. He doesn't need to see this."
Harry protested, "He needs me. Please."
Draco coughed, "Adder..."
Severus shook his head, "Don't try to speak yet. Let me fix you up."
Draco weakly caught his godfather's eye, 'Let him stay with me please? He's not a child. I want him with me."
Severus sighed, "Fine. Harry, Draco needs you."
Harry sniffled, trying to wipe away his tears hurried forward to stand at Draco's side. Forcing himself to look calm, Draco didn't need to see him crying.
Severus muttered, "Epiksey." pointing at his godson's nose, "Woman, bring me Skele-grow. I need three painkiller potions, a calming draught and two dreamless sleep potions."
Madam Pomfrey snipped under hre breath at being bossed around in her own infirmary but did as ordered.
Severus gently cradled the back of Draco's head and starting giving him potions to help him heal, "Harry, please for Draco's sake taking the calming draught. It will help you relax."
Harry knew he couldn't worry Draco and drank the potion without protest.
XoooooX
Remus stormed into Malfoy Manor, "Lucius? Lucius!"
Dippy appeared hands on her hips, "What do you need Mr, Remus? Master doesn't need shouting."
Lucius could hear Remus upstairs in his study and made his way down. "What is it?"
Remus gasped catching his breath, "Come quickly. Something's happened."
Narcissa appeared at Lucius' side, "What Happened? What's wrong? I know something is wrong."
Lucius worried, the look on angry and panic was not something one wished to see on a werewolf's face. "Cissy darling, you should be resting."
"You can't keep me chained to a bed when Severus' lover storms into our home and starts yelling for you." Narcissa was a little perturbed at hew husband.
Lucius sighed, "I'm sure everything is fine and it's just school business."
Remus glanced at Narcissa's pregnant stomach and paled. "Yes, school business." he maybe near panic and angry but he wasn't cruel enough to mention to a seven month pregnant woman that her firstborn was lying bruised and broken at Hogwarts from a retired Auror who was quite mad. Though he did worry she wouldn't forgive him if he kept it from her, he chewed on his lip, "There's been a bit of an accident, Draco's been hurt but Severus is tending to him. I'm certain he'll be alright.' Remus was worried, Draco looked far worse then he ever had even when his wolf was angry.
Narcissa grabbed the railing, "Accident? Draco's been hurt?" her son was powerful and could protect himself. Pregnant she maybe and she maybe easily upset but she was a Black damn it! "Remus, you tell me the truth! What happened to my son?"
"Hermione said that Moody wanted to talk to Harry. Draco told him that Harry didn't need to speak with him. Moody called Draco controlling and said that Harry would be better off with Sirius. Harry got upset, Draco tried to protect him and then Moody transfigured him into a ferret...and started bouncing him like a ball."
Lucius' eyes narrowed, "Mad-eye Moody? That bastard. How dare he?"
Narcissa paled slightly, "I want to see my son."
Lucius placed a gentle hand on her arm, "Cissy, you should rest. I'll see to Draco. You need to take care of the baby."
Narcissa crossed her arms, "I want to see our son."
Lucius held up his hands in defeat, "Very well." it wasn't often that she defied him and almost never if they weren't alone.
XoooooX
Lucius, Remus and Narcissa entered the Hospital wing to find Severus hovering over Draco.
Severus was using complex spells to tried to heal the internal damage. Being slammed against stone-flagged floor and then against a stone roof quite hard many times had cracked Draco's ribs as well as shattered his arms and broken his legs. There was a lot of internal bleeding and damage, he may have been injured while being a ferret but the injuries carried over to his human self just Remus' did when he transformed back after the full moon. He had never seen his mate this badly injured, in fact he hadn't seen anyone look this awful since He'd seen Harry after Dursley practically tried to kill him.
Narcissa went to see her son and gasped, how could someone do this to her dragon? It was monstrous.
Severus had made sure he remembered every broken one and bruise knowing that Lucius would want a complete report. He absently summoned a calming draught from the batch he had brewed for Narcissa and handed it too her, "You need this."
Harry was trying to be strong and brave for Draco but it broke his heart to see his boyfriend who was always protecting him look like this. Even Blaise hadn't looked like this after his attack. He clenched his ting hands into fists…
There was a crack of fire and there flapping her wings was Benia. She deposited Orion Harry's puppy into his lap and perched the metal head of Draco's bed. Benia softly sang and cried over her master.
Draco felt the pain begin to lessen, he hated worrying his Adder but he couldn't get out of the Ferret form. Moody was insane…
Severus let the Phoenix do as she wished, the song though sad relaxed them and staved off their panic.
Lucius was still angry and wanted Moody' head on a platter, as protective as he found himself with Blaise he was ten time worse when it came to his biological son.
Remus felt his anger washing away, his wolf lulled to peacefulness. It was a strange feeling…
Severus was soon satified Draco's bones were knitting together properly.
Draco knew that bones regrowing hurt, he'd watched Harry suffer after that fall but between Uncle Sev's potions, Benia's song and tears he couldn't really feel it. He said with a cracked voice, "Adder come here."
Severus didn't protest, though as a healer he should if it were Remus lying in that bed he would want to be with him.
Remus moved behind Severus, wrapping his arms around his mate's waist and rest his chin on the older man's shoulder. "You did well. He'll be okay."
Remus' words gave him comfort…
Harry held on tight to his puppy as he went to curl up next to Draco, "I'm sorry you got hurt trying to protect me because I got scared. I'll try to be braver." he sniffled, Orion whined licking them both.
Lucius snorted, "It's perfectly fine to be frightened or feel uneasy around Mad-Eye Moody. He makes it a fine art to disturb people."
Hermione asked quietly, "Is Draco going to be alright?"
Severus nodded, "He'll be fine. He can either go spend some time at home or he can spend the night in our rooms."
Draco said quietly, "I don't care where I spend the night as long as I have Harry."
Harry whispered fiercely, "I'm not going to leave you. I'm going to stay with you. I want you to be okay."
Narcissa chuckled, they were even closer then she had been with Lucius at their age. Granted, she and Lucius had been engaged and planning their Bonding when she was a Fourth Year.
Charlie rubbed Blaise's back, "See? He'll be fine. Professor Snape took good care of him.
Blaise relaxed in his mate's arms, "I hate seeing him like that. He's always the strong one. The Brave one."
Charlie chuckled, "I remember it being someone's idea to search for a Phoenix and to face a Basilisk blind."
Blaise flushed, "Charlie."
"You've had too much excitement. You're going back to our rooms."
Blaise gasped as his mate carried him off.
Narcissa started to calm herself, Draco would be alright. His face was gaining some color, he was naturally pale but he had looked awful when she arrived.
Lucius went to rest a hand on her shoulder, he probably shouldn't have let her come but he knew Narcissa would have worried herself sick if he hadn't.
Draco wanted to hold Harry but his arms hadn't healed enough and it angered him. Why had Moody done that? Attack a student for no reason? In front of Harry no less, Harry didn't need that kind of trauma with the First Task approaching. Harry was finally growing emotionally and he worried that this would set his lover back.
Remus worried not only for his mate's sake but for the boy he was growing closer to. He couldn't love Harry anymore then he already did if the tiny teen was his son by blood.
Severus worried about how his son would handle Draco being attack in front of him…Harry took things too much to heart. He just hoped that he would be alright…
I don't know why part were missing in my previous attempt to post this chapter. Oh well.