Silver Blood

"Say it again for me Harry."

"Fear the Pale Faces because the King of Nargles won't help the overgrown lizard or the Wrackspurts free their Gold." Harry said in a bored tone having repeated the prophecy like statement for the fifth time that morning, and it was only eight o'clock.
"But...that doesn't make sense. It doesn't mean anything." Draco replied as he attempted to knot his tie while talking, but ending up getting it tangled around his hands.

"It does. You just need to read between the lines," The Gryffindor pulled himself on top of the dresser that Draco was standing in front of and took the tie in both his hands.

"Okay," Draco rested his hands on Harry's thighs to allow the Gryffindor the space to swiftly knot his tie in place, "What's the King of Nargles?"

"I think it might be Dumbledore. Calling him a King is obviously referring to the people he controls and the way he controls them."

Draco thought for a moment, "And the Wracksurts?"

"I think they might be our friends, Ron, Hermione, Blaise, Pansy, Luna and Neville."

"How did you figure that?" The blonde asked while taking the green and silver tie from Harry and pushing it up to rest against his neck.

"Well the overgrown lizard is you." Harry slid of the dresser top and pulled on his own cloak while ignoring the confused and insulted spluttering of his blonde husband behind him.

"And why, my dear, am I an overgrown lizard?"

"Think about it..." Harry placed his hands over Draco's which were settled comfortably on his waist, "Your name is Draco, which translates to Dragon. What are Dragons?"

"...Overgrown lizards?"

"Makes sense doesn't it." Harry asked and the blonde ignored the smug statement in favour of taking another few moments to think.

"But how do you fit into all this?" The Slytherin released his lover so that Harry could turn around to face him.

"I'm the gold."

"Lovely, I know that to me you're as precious as gold but why would Luna include that in the prophecy thing?"

"It's not because of that." When Draco still looked utterly confused Harry elaborated, "Just think of some of my nicknames."

"The Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, Gryffindor Hero, Gryffindor Golden-" Draco paused and frowned, "Oh."

"Exactly. Gryffindor Golden Boy. A nickname given to me by you."

"Who are the Pale faces then?"

"I...don't know." Harry's shoulders sagged as a defeated look crossed in front of his eyes, "Please believe me Draco. I know this is important, Luna's never been wrong before." Draco caught Harry's chin and tilted his head up with one hand.

"I'll always believe you." The smile that adorned the beautiful face was enough to send Draco's heart racing, casing his breath to catch in his throat, "Lets get some breakfast."

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Harry sat on the uncomfortable bench by his two best friends and staring across at the Slytherin table where his husband was sat, talking with Blaise and Pansy. They had decided to sit apart so that they could receive their timetables without any confusion. Harry had disliked the idea ever since Draco had suggested it but now he hated it as he tipped the contents of the vial down his throat. At least it tasted better then other potions, considering it was flavoured, the creator obviously didn't want pregnant people to throw up while taking anti-nausea potion, it would completely defeat the point.

"Mail's here." Ron announced from by his side as he looked up towards the unusually large cluster of owls that flew into the hall.

Harry didn't even have time to look up before he was bombarded by about a hundred owls. He dropped the empty vial as his hands became pre-occupied with relieving the birds of their burdens. He vaguely noticed two pairs of hands helping him with his task. Eventually the only owl that was left was Hedwig. Who was nipping patiently at a slice of toast that she had dragged from the pile with her beak.

"What is all of this?" Harry asked in a daze as he looked at the large pile of letters that sat before him, slipping onto the plate full of sausages and bacon.

"Harry..." Hermione trailed off as she passed him the Daily Prophet. On the front was a picture of himself and Draco walking down Diagon Alley side by side, and another photo that featured them wrapped in each others arms, Draco bestowing a soft kiss to his forehead. The headline read -

Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named united with Ex-Death Eater

Harry felt his heart seize with fright as his eyes lowered to the very brief article.

It has recently come to this reporters attention of the attachment of one Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One and The Defeater of He Who Must Not Be Named, to none other then Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy, Ex-Death Eater. Sources have quoted the Wizarding Marriage Certificate which lies in the Ministry's Hall of Records. It seems as though this couple was united in Marriage towards the end of August after a very brief engagement of only a few days. One must question, how was this couple brought together? And is our Saviour safe in the hands of an Ex-Death Eater?

Rita Skeeter

Harry finished the article with tears collecting at his eyes and he looked up to see Draco waving his wand at a pile of smoking red envelopes with a sneer of disgust on his features. As soon as the blonde looked up he noticed his Gryffindor husband sitting with the paper in his hands and small tears trickling down his face.

Within seconds he was by his mates side, arms around the small brunette and rocking him in place to calm him down.

"Hush now lovely." Draco whispered in a soft voice as Harry collapsed into his arms, "It's just words. We know we love each other."

"Mmhm." Harry answered his voice and sniffles muffled by Draco's neck.

"That's all that matters. Are you going to open these?" Draco asked while motioning to the pile.

"...Yeah." Harry said after a pause, to look at the large pile, "Yeah I will."

One by one the letters were opened by wary hands and frequent revealing spells in case any of the letters were cursed. Harry fond himself riding wave after wave of emotions. Some letters were kind and supportive. Others were wary but still supportive. Yet there were some that were completely against their marriage. One letter even went as far as to forbid Harry into continuing the marriage, the writer of the letter had literally ordered him to file for a divorce. Each time one was opened the couple would read it together and they would either destroy the letter, at least Draco would destroy it while Harry sat still trying not to cry, or place it into a separate pile for future response. Draco was glad that the amount of letters that had been destroyed was less then the amount of letters in the respond pile.

That was, of course, until they reached almost to the bottom of the pile. There were only a few letters left. It was Draco that cast a revealing and finite spell at the next letter on the pile, considering the envelope looked slightly fuller and heavier then usual. When no curse was evident he allowed Harry to pick it up. Small hands broke the plain wax seal with wary movements. He tipped the heavy envelope up to allow the contents to fall onto the table in front of him.

The first thing to come out of the envelope was a type of silver liquid. But it had Draco confused considering it was runny yet viscous enough to land on the table with a splash. The silver seeped across the table, staining the cloth a dull grey colour. He was amazed that the envelope could hold so much - He was pulled out of his amazement by Ron standing up at an amazing speed and jumping away from the table with a hand held tightly over his nose and mouth.

"Ron?" Draco asked in a concerned tone, "What's up? What is it?"

"I-It's blood. Unicorn blood."

"Draco!" Harry called in a distressed voice, effectively pulling the Veelas attention away from the wary redhead.

"Harry? What's-" His words trailed off into silence as he noticed the parchment that had slipped out of the envelope after the silver liquid which Ron had recognised as being blood.

Through the stain of grey on the parchment Draco managed to make out a cursive signature and a bold signature side by side. What worried him and confused him even more was the fact that the signatures were the names, D.L. Malfoy and H.J. Potter.

Harry was staring at the ripped up parchment with an expression that Draco could only label as fear. The blonde waved his wand and with a muttered spell the separate pieces of parchment were floating in midair. He considered the pieces for a few moments before beginning to flick his wand at the pieces, changing their position one by one. Until the pieces finally fit perfectly, the lines of writing following in perfect sequence, one after the other. But it was the title at the top of the parchment that caused Harry to suck in a breath through his teeth in surprise and fear.

"Why?" Harry murmured into the silence of the great hall, "Why would anyone-?"

"It's ok Harry." Draco dragged his Elven husband to his body and held the slim frame tight, "It's just a copy."

"But it's Unicorn blood isn't it?" The brunette pointed out unnecessarily with a muffled sob, "Who would kill something so pure?"

"I don't know lovely."

"What does it mean? Does he want to kill us? Does he want to break up our marriage?"

"I don't know." Draco whispered into Harry's ear as he cradled his loves head against his shoulder trying to prevent Harry from taking another glance at the parchment that now rested on the table in perfect order.

Through the dark grey stain from the unicorn blood Draco could make out the two words that had made Harry so upset. Marriage Certificate.

A/N – So very short. Well all my chapters are short but this even more so. I wanted to make it longer but I figured you'd want the chapter now rather then later.

Please review ... There's a subtle hint in this chapter as to who the master is.

Happy reading

-E.V.S.