...Then Who is He?
Chapter 10
I don't own Harry Potter
"He looks so helpless Ron," I said.
"I know Harry. But he'll be fine, he's a tough little bugger, just like his brother," Ron's head replied from the fireplace.
"Thanks Ron. How's everything at school?"
"We're okay. Hermione and Ginny were worried when you weren't at dinner."
"Does everybody know?"
"Dumbledore made an announcement at dinner that Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot were dead and that you and Draco were at St. Mungo's with Henry. Hermione was mad that Draco got to go see Henry when she didn't."
"I know, but Draco came to my mine first and that's why he got to come. How's Neville taking it?"
"Worse than the rest of us. He cried himself to sleep," Ron said softly.
"Is there any way I can help?" I asked, my sense of helplessness growing.
"Can we come to see you tomorrow?" Ron asked quietly.
"Of course you can. We're going back to Grimuald Place tomorrow morning so you can come after class."
"We'll see you tomorrow Harry. I have to get Neville up to his bed."
I rolled my eyes, "You're not fooling me Ron, I know you two sleep in the same bed."
Ron blushed, "Don't tell anyone," he muttered, ending the firecall.
I grinned at the empty fire for a moment before going to bed myself.
...
"You're doing what?" Hermione shrieked the next day when I told them my plan.
"I'm going after Voldemort. Both sets of my parents have already died, along with countless other witches and wizards. I don't want anyone else to die. Draco's going back to Hogwarts and is going to act like a good little Death Eater to help me. I was hoping your mum could watch Henry for me Ron."
"You're crazy Harry, bloody crazy! You're going to get yourself killed!" Ron yelled.
"And if I do I'm taking Voldemort out with me," I said seriously. "If I do die, it's up to you to tell Henry about me. Not as the Boy-Who-Lived, but as his brother. Tell him about the Harry you knew, the Lupin-Black, son of the were-wolf and the convicted murder, not the Potter, son of the perfect couple. Tell him about me. Your friend, brother, and lover, not the hero. Promise me."
"We promise Harry. As long as you promise not to die doing this," Neville said after a few minutes of quiet.
"I promise," I said, grinning at my friends.
...
"You're mad at me," I said softly later that night as Draco and I got ready for bed, Henry already asleep in his room.
"I'm not mad at you," Draco said, turning to face me. "I just...I don't like your plan. I don't like the idea of you facing him alone."
"I don't like it either. But it's the only way. The only way we can be safe, can be a family, you, me, Henry, and a few of our own," I said softly, cupping Draco's cheek in my hand. "Now cheer up. We only have tonight until who knows how long."
Draco nodded and pulled me into a passionate kiss that lead to a passion filled night.
