Draco clutched his head in agony, his throat turning raw from his screaming. He could hear the faint murmur of Harry shouting at him, asking him what was wrong. But there was another voice, much closer, shouting, screaming, yelling inside his head 'that's him, that's who you need, that's who you will protect.' He could hear his own heart speeding up in fear, beating loud in his ears. 'claim him, make the boy yours' Harry is mine already! 'Just a kiss, you know it will help, he is yours after all' Draco released his head and grabbed Harry by the shoulders, forcing his tongue into his compliant mouth. The taste was extravagant. It was maddening, he tasted so sweet. Harry groaned under him wrapping his arms around his waist, and letting him plunder his mouth. The taste was Harry. He pulled away peppering kisses down his neck listening to the beautiful moans he made, reaching Harrys jugular and feeling the soft pulse of life under it, he instinctively bit down. Blood dripped and ran down Harrys neck, staining his shirt a bright ruby red. The pain shot through Harry, causing him to yelp and arch into Draco. Then just as quickly, Draco released his neck lapping up the blood whispering against his skin.

Looking into Harrys eyes there was a strange glint as he said the words to him, "Mine. My mate. My Harry." Harry stumbled, mate?, Harry struggled to focus on Draco, pushing to see his aura. His vision slightly blurred from the pain refused to focus, but he could see the colours and he was shocked. Wizards have a generally blue aura changing with health and age; Harry knew that his own was about 80% blue, along with his pink bonding line, the green remains of Voldemort's soul and the black death scars. Dracos aura was only about 40% blue, with the single pink bonding line, surrounded in a pure silvery white. A colour Harry only saw at work, before Draco only had a small amount of it may be only 30%. It was his veela heritage. Harry was awe struck as he allowed Draco to do what he wanted with him, as he struggled to get his attention. "Dracoo" He cooed, stroking along his face, "Dracoo babe, talk to me?" Draco hummed happily as he nuzzled into Harrys ear. "Babe. Can you help me please? Draco I need your help." Draco moved backwards and looked questionly at him head cocked to the side. "Yes?" Harry gestured to the hut, "We need to help little me Draco."

With that Draco ran straight over to the hut, his desire to help and please his mate overwhelming his own thought process. He grasped the handle and pushed at the same moment that someone pulled, the small amount of shock on his face was slightly amusing. Vernon Dursley was standing in the doorway, red faced and moustache brisling, his rifle aimed chest high thought he door. Harry quickly raised his hand gesturing to the gun thinking 'confringo' and it instantly fell apart, the gun powder in the barrels igniting slightly due to the magic. Harry stumbled slightly, shock and excitement running through him, but it wasn't his own. "Freak!" Vernon screamed jumping away from the door, pointing the handle of the gun at them still. Harry looked past him in the direction of the fireplace hearth. There was a thin scraggy blanket bunched up and bare footprints littering the area, and there behind the crumbling chimneystack stood little Harry. He was a lot thinner that what he could remember, his entire body shaking. Harry smiled over to him, and a spark of curiosity filled him. He turned and tugged on Dracos sleeve, gesturing to the fireplace and then pulling Draco over with him, pushing Vernon out of his way.

"Harry?" Younger Harry shuffled further back into the corner, fear. "Happy birthday Harry." Little Harry looked surprised and came slightly out from the corner, Harry testily took half a step forward towards the fireplace, before Draco growled forcing little Harry further back into the corner, pure panic flooded over him. He turned and glared at Draco "What was that for Dray!" Draco gestured to the 'large' family in the corner; Aunt Petunia had a shocked look on her face and was repeating 'dead' over and over. Dudley was crying hugging his mother's nightdress whimpering pathetically, while Vernon stood shaking and red faced, mouth opening and shutting like a fish. "I demand that you leave at once, sirs! You are breaking and entering!" Harry recognized the words instantly from so long ago. "No we are not Unc- Mr. Dursley." The curiosity was picking up again. He had to act civil, civilish, to the remaining few of his extended family. "We have been welcomed here, by both your wife and by Harry." The mentioned two looked slightly shocked, Petunia though looking like she was going to throw up. "We came peacefully, and intend to leave once we have what we came for." He turned to Harry again holing his hand out, "Harry please come out. I know how you feel. We're both like you," The curiosity could be seen on his face. "You talked to the snake at the zoo, remember and the glass disappeared." Draco cooed behind him as he spoke in Parseltongue "Love it when you speak like that." He leaned over Harry shoulder to look at little Harry, tilting his head in a confused manner "Another mate?" Harry tutted and shook his head at Draco, "How about you let younger you have him?" Draco made a frustrated noise and stood up again. Little Harry looked curiously at them "How do you know that?" Harry smiled as little Harry replied in Parseltongue to him.

Suddenly Vernon found his voice and was shouting across the room, pointing pudgy fingers and the gunstock at them. "STOP IT. STOP IT NOW. I FORBID YOU TO TELL HIM ANYMORE. THE BOY DOESN'T NEED THIS FAIRYTALE SHIT IN HIS HEAD." Harry stood straight moving Draco to the side and turned to glare at the man, fear seeping into him from the boy behind him. Harry breathed in deeply letting his excess magic flow, breathing again to settle himself watching as the Dursleys squirmed under the pressure of magic. "You Mr. Dursley. Have no say in what I tell myself, so I suggest you stay out of it." He turned to younger Harry again holding out his hand to younger Harry who took it. "We came here to get you. We're going to take you with us and then we will tell you about everything." Vernon made a bid to talk again but Harry turned and pointed directly at him "SILENCIO, he was now 'shouting' and throwing a make believe tantrum but he wasn't making any noise, much to the shock of Petunia.

Harry bent down a little to eye level with him, "Look Harry." He reached up and pushed his hair back revealing the lightning bolt scar. A gasp came from the younger Harry, and he raised his hand tracing it with his fingertips. "It's the same as mine." Harry smiled as a wave of realisation washed over him, and little Harry looked ecstatic and slightly teary. "I'm you but, I'm from the future." Harry himself was almost on the verge of tears telling him this, Draco moved to his side in a comforting gesture; putting an arm around his waist. "We are going to make everything right Harry." Little Harry moved out of the corner now and stood in front of him, his small frame shaking with the cold. Harry held his arms out as if asking for a hug and little Harry walked into them, instantly feeling warm as Harry cast a localised heat spell.

Draco quickly nudged him and showed him his watch, it was quickly nearing midnight and Hagrid would be soon arriving to collect little Harry. "We have to go Harry." Draco gave a soft smile to the boy, who in returned it shyly. Harry nodded and stood placing a hand on little Harrys shoulder and turned to the Dursleys "Do you have anything to say to them?" This was directed to the younger Harry who shook his head giving a quick 'no'. "Right then. I do have something to say." He waved at Vernon and removed the silencing spell on him. "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley. I am sorry that you thought I was such a 'freak', and I'm going to tell you this now to save you the trouble in the future. Petunia you carry a magical signature, about maybe 10%, Dudley also carries the magical signature around 40% magical. In the future Dudley marries a lovely woman and they have three children together, two wizards and a witch." Vernon stepped away from his son staring at him in disgust. "No child of mine shall endorse such filth!" Vernon screamed. Petunia looking on at her husband with shock.

Harry nodded, mostly just to himself and turned to Draco, reaching to hold his hand. "Your turn Dray. Let's go help you." He pulled little Harry into the area between them , still holding onto his shoulder and Dracos hand and with that Draco apperated them away to the Malfoy manor.

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