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“Potter? You want me to treat Potter?”
“Yes, he only wants to be treated by you”
“But… why?”
“Look, he says he wants you, there are a million people better than you but, the man wants what the man wants. So please, just go”
“Okay then…”
Draco walks to his office, just to see Harry Potter sitting on his chair. “Potter?”
“Malfoy”
“... How are you Potter, I heard you’ve become an Unspeakable”
“Yeah, anyway um, I may or may not have slashed my back”
“Couldn’t you just heal it yourself?”
“I tried! But… could you just look please?”
“Alright? Take off your uniform”
“Of course”
Harry took his time, because of the pain. But Dracao didn't mind, he couldn’t help but think of how… toned Harry was. The training he’s been through really shows.
“Oh no….” The gash was horrible, a large festering wound which had a green tint. “What happened?”
“Have no idea, it was a knife I know. Probably charmed in some way, I tried to heal it but, as you can see it didn’t work”
“Do you feel it?”
“Kinda, not really actually… I’ve lost feeling in my back”
“Excuse me, what?!” He was shocked, who says that casually? “Well then I’ll try some salves with magic, is that ok?”
“Tell me if you feel… anything”
“Alright”
Harry relaxed his body once Draco touched him, the salve was cold and slippery. It made the wound itch, “Unflex your back Potter, it’ll itch more”
“Sorry”
He tried to work fast, but almost everything he did wouldn’t work. “So what were you trying to do anyway, or are you not allowed to say?”
“Well no but… you know we were trying to stop this illegal potion operation, with some aurors and I was distracted by one of them. This guy, the leader I think, stabbed me. I think I tried to get away, and the knife kept on moving downwards”
“I see, what were they making?”
“A potion to bring someone from the dead”
“Is that possible?”
“Don’t know, honestly don’t care”
“I see, well Potter I couldn’t fix it fully. You’ll have to come in a week. Make sure you don’t do any vigorous physical activity for the mean time”
“I can’t promise that”
“Well you have to, I’ll write to the department"
“Don’t tell them what I told you, they’ll be mad”
“I can imagine”
“Anyway thank you, it feels really good actually. I’ll make sure to write a good review”
“You don’t have too”
“But I must!”
“Alright then, have a nice day Potter”
“You too Malfoy, thanks for helping my back, I’ll be back soon!”
“...Wait-”
“Yes?”
“No, it’s alright. See you later Potter”
“Yup”
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“Harry!” The young boy screamed, running into the arms of his godfather. “Teddy! Look at you, it’s only been a month and you’ve gotten bigger! Have you eaten well?”
“Yep!”
“Sleep well, no nightmares?”
“No nightmares!”
“No one bullying you at school?”
“Nope!”
“No-”
“Harry, I'm okay!”
“Of course you are! Anyway thanks ‘Dromeda. I’ll take good care of him”
“Of course Harry,if you have work just call, I’ll pick him up”
“Brilliant! Thanks”
…
“Ron and ‘Mione are here, I have an appointment tomorrow so they’ll atke care of you”
“Okay, Nan said you’re a Un.. Unspe-”
“Unspeakable? Yeah”
“What is it, can I be one when I grow up?”
“Nah.. it’s too dangerous. Anyway, it’s like an Auror. Like Ron, my old job”
“Why did you stop?”
“‘Cause I needed a challenge, I was bored”
“That sounds like you” That got a laugh out of Harry, who sat Teddy down to give him a snack. “You eat your apple and we’ll bake a cake”
“Cake?I heard cake!” Ron shouted, running to the kitchen, “Oh hey Teds”
“Hi Ron! Hi ‘Mione”
“Hello Teddy, you’ve been good?”
“Yeah! I got a gold star at school! Said I was the best student this year”
“Is that right?! Amazing!”
“Oh yeah, you’re on summer break now ‘eh? We’ll have so much fun!”
“Yeah!”
…
“You know what I just remembered?”
“Huh?”
“Remus kept on giving you chocolate, he gave you the recipe right?”
“Oh yeah.. He did”
“And Sirius’ guitar, do you even use it?”
“Of course I do, I played you a song a week ago”
“Yeah, ‘cause we asked”
“Ron I-”
“I’m just saying, you have all this cool shit from them and don’t use it, why?”
“...”
“Don’t tell me it’s because you miss them, ‘cause that doesn't make sense. Why don’t use them if you miss them?”
“Ron, can we not?”
“But Harry, really! It’s a waste, the guitar, the countless recipe’s, those jackets! You don’t use any, the only thing you use is this bloody house. And I just know if you had another you’d leave this pile of rock to rot”
“Ron, that’s enough. We’ve been through this, it reminds me of them”
“THAT’S THE POINT THOUGH!”
“Ron, it hurts… looking at them hurts!”
“Because you think of them as bad, if you just use better memories to see them then-”
“WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS, RONALD! Not with Teddy around” Harry shouted, scaring the group. He was panting heavily, the chair next to him floated up. “There you are getting defensive”
“Okay Ron I think you've said enough,” Hermione tried. “No ‘Mione, he’s taking all this for granted, he needs to realise!”
“No I’m not”
“Yes you are, if ou’re not bring out Sirius’ jacket”
Harry didn’t move, “See, ungrateful”
“Ron if you had all these things would you use them?”
“Yeah! I’ll hold parties in this huge mess, and I’ll flex my guitar and cooking skills, get me some chiks”
“Ron!” Hermione exclaimed, “I’d go to work in those jackets. Especially the leather one, that one’s cool”
“I can’t do that”
“Why Harry, you chicken?”
“... Maybe I am, I just can’t”
“That’s kind of pathetic Harry, how could you allow yourself to become this?”
The atmosphere changed, “Teddy, go to your room. I'll call you back soon”
“Okay” Teddy ran upstairs, “Ron, we’ve been over this. Do not talk about the pats, especially when Teddy’s here”
“But he needs to know!”
“He’s five!”
“You’re just pampering the cheeky kid! He can’t grow like this, he’ll be soft!”
“What on earth are you on? He’s five, all he needs to think about is being happy, I’m trying to-”
“Give him a better life than you had, I know, I know! You say it a lot, but you turned out fine! I bit messed in the brain but-”
“Now you’re just insulting me?”
“Look, all I’m saying is that he’s spoiled! I was raised in a poor house, that gave me motivation to become rich. Now look at me, I’ve got a house, a wife but I'm the best mate who won’t listen! When the kid’s all grown up what’ll motivate him? He has it all!”
“...Does that even matter?”
“YES!”
“... We’re not doing this,” Harry sighed. “Teddy, get back down here! We’ll make the cake!”
“No Teddy stay there, me and Harry aren’t done”
“Yes we are! Teddy get down”
“No, stay there! Harry just listen”
“BOY. GET. DOWN. NOW!” Harry immediately stopped, feeling light headed. He sounded like Vernon.
“Harry calm down, just sit. Ron get him water!” Hermione instructed, Harry’s eyes were glossed over. Teddy ran to his legs. “Is Harry okay?”
“I’m so sorry Teddy”
“For what?”
“I’m so, so sorry”
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“Harry!” The young boy screamed, running into the arms of his godfather. “Teddy! Look at you, it’s only been a month and you’ve gotten bigger! Have you eaten well?”
“Yep!”
“Sleep well, no nightmares?”
“No nightmares!”
“No one bullying you at school?”
“Nope!”
“No-”
“Harry, I'm okay!”
“Of course you are! Anyway thanks ‘Dromeda. I’ll take good care of him”
“Of course Harry,if you have work just call, I’ll pick him up”
“Brilliant! Thanks”
…
“Ron and ‘Mione are here, I have an appointment tomorrow so they’ll atke care of you”
“Okay, Nan said you’re a Un.. Unspe-”
“Unspeakable? Yeah”
“What is it, can I be one when I grow up?”
“Nah.. it’s too dangerous. Anyway, it’s like an Auror. Like Ron, my old job”
“Why did you stop?”
“‘Cause I needed a challenge, I was bored”
“That sounds like you” That got a laugh out of Harry, who sat Teddy down to give him a snack. “You eat your apple and we’ll bake a cake”
“Cake?I heard cake!” Ron shouted, running to the kitchen, “Oh hey Teds”
“Hi Ron! Hi ‘Mione”
“Hello Teddy, you’ve been good?”
“Yeah! I got a gold star at school! Said I was the best student this year”
“Is that right?! Amazing!”
“Oh yeah, you’re on summer break now ‘eh? We’ll have so much fun!”
“Yeah!”
…
“You know what I just remembered?”
“Huh?”
“Remus kept on giving you chocolate, he gave you the recipe right?”
“Oh yeah.. He did”
“And Sirius’ guitar, do you even use it?”
“Of course I do, I played you a song a week ago”
“Yeah, ‘cause we asked”
“Ron I-”
“I’m just saying, you have all this cool shit from them and don’t use it, why?”
“...”
“Don’t tell me it’s because you miss them, ‘cause that doesn't make sense. Why don’t use them if you miss them?”
“Ron, can we not?”
“But Harry, really! It’s a waste, the guitar, the countless recipe’s, those jackets! You don’t use any, the only thing you use is this bloody house. And I just know if you had another you’d leave this pile of rock to rot”
“Ron, that’s enough. We’ve been through this, it reminds me of them”
“THAT’S THE POINT THOUGH!”
“Ron, it hurts… looking at them hurts!”
“Because you think of them as bad, if you just use better memories to see them then-”
“WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS, RONALD! Not with Teddy around” Harry shouted, scaring the group. He was panting heavily, the chair next to him floated up. “There you are getting defensive”
“Okay Ron I think you've said enough,” Hermione tried. “No ‘Mione, he’s taking all this for granted, he needs to realise!”
“No I’m not”
“Yes you are, if ou’re not bring out Sirius’ jacket”
Harry didn’t move, “See, ungrateful”
“Ron if you had all these things would you use them?”
“Yeah! I’ll hold parties in this huge mess, and I’ll flex my guitar and cooking skills, get me some chiks”
“Ron!” Hermione exclaimed, “I’d go to work in those jackets. Especially the leather one, that one’s cool”
“I can’t do that”
“Why Harry, you chicken?”
“... Maybe I am, I just can’t”
“That’s kind of pathetic Harry, how could you allow yourself to become this?”
The atmosphere changed, “Teddy, go to your room. I'll call you back soon”
“Okay” Teddy ran upstairs, “Ron, we’ve been over this. Do not talk about the pats, especially when Teddy’s here”
“But he needs to know!”
“He’s five!”
“You’re just pampering the cheeky kid! He can’t grow like this, he’ll be soft!”
“What on earth are you on? He’s five, all he needs to think about is being happy, I’m trying to-”
“Give him a better life than you had, I know, I know! You say it a lot, but you turned out fine! I bit messed in the brain but-”
“Now you’re just insulting me?”
“Look, all I’m saying is that he’s spoiled! I was raised in a poor house, that gave me motivation to become rich. Now look at me, I’ve got a house, a wife but I'm the best mate who won’t listen! When the kid’s all grown up what’ll motivate him? He has it all!”
“...Does that even matter?”
“YES!”
“... We’re not doing this,” Harry sighed. “Teddy, get back down here! We’ll make the cake!”
“No Teddy stay there, me and Harry aren’t done”
“Yes we are! Teddy get down”
“No, stay there! Harry just listen”
“BOY. GET. DOWN. NOW!” Harry immediately stopped, feeling light headed. He sounded like Vernon.
“Harry calm down, just sit. Ron get him water!” Hermione instructed, Harry’s eyes were glossed over. Teddy ran to his legs. “Is Harry okay?”
“I’m so sorry Teddy”
“For what?”
“I’m so, so sorry”
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“How’s your back?”
“Better, your salve worked like magic” Draco rolled his eyes, “It is magic”
“That makes it even better!”
“Well then, take off your shirt. I’ll check it”
“Okay” Harry took it off, revealing his back. “Oh Salaver, his back’s amazing!”
“Uh… are you going to do anything? You’ve been staring for a while… is it worse?”
Draco splutters, clumsily holding his wand and the salve. “No, I’ll be working now”
“Yup”
A few minutes of silence engulfed them, “Okay spill, why are you so quiet?”
“... I shouted at him”
“Who Weasle?”
“No- well yes, but I mean my son”
“YOU HAVE A KID?!” The building became subsequently quiet, “Shit they heard me”
Harry chuckled, flashing that devilish smile. “He’s my godson”
“Ah, I think I heard of him, Edward? He’s my… cousin, maybe second..”
“Yeah, we just call him Teddy though”
“I see, so what made you scream at him?”
“Ron and I had a fight about…. things. I got mad and told him- Teddy, to get out of his room, I promised to bake him a cake you see? Well that bastard Ron told him to stay in his room, so we kept going back and forth. I got horribly mad, I called him ‘boy’... Reminded me of… someone I knew”
“...” Draco had an inkling of who he was talking about, there were rumors of course, about the Golden Boy’s abusive family. He almost never believed it but now… “Someone you knew?”
“... My uncle”
He was correct, “Do you want to talk?”
“...”
“Well if you won’t I will, my father was a rude man. You know that, he would constantly scream at my mother. He was strict, he’d use his damn cane to hit me. Never enough to actually harm me but always enough to get a reaction out of me”
“That’s not hard though,” Draco gasped dramatically.
“Excuse you! Anywho, when we were in fourth year it got worse… everything was about Him, he lived with us. I hated it, I always wanted to just.. Run to you. You always helped people, I thought… It took too long though, the war started and ended. I was on the wrong side”
“You helped in the end though”
“... Please, I was useless”
“No”
“Yes, anyway I’ve healed your back but I’ve noticed some more scars and wounds. Would you like me to help?”
“I don’t see why not, when can I come?”
“I actually don’t know”
“You can come over to mine, it's just me and Teddy. He’s an amazing kid, he won’t be a menace”
“Really, what about Weaslebee and Buck Tooth?”
“Who Ron and ‘Mione, what are they gonna do? It’s my house”
“Oh..” He missed that sassy part of Potter, it always riled him up.
“When can I come?”
“A three days, Teddy wants to go out a bit”
“Of course”
“Thanks”
Chapter 5
Notes:
Mentions of abuse!
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When Draco apparated into the house, it was very quiet. The sweet smell of cake was in the air, but the atmosphere was heavy, almost suffocating.
Draco wasn't expect this, he expected a loud, bizarre house, but it almost felt as though no one was home. So this was Harry Potter’s house? Amazing..
“Potter?” No reply
“Potter come out”
“Harry?”
A shuffling was heard in the back, and a tired looking Harry appeared, his green eyes glazed and distant, “Hi”
“... Are you okay?”
“Raid” That’s all he said, nothing more was needed though he understood fully. Harry had been part of a recent raid that made sense. He was an Unspeakable, so he fully understood. “You had to kill someone?”
“A girl”
“...”
“Someone’s daughter” Auror’s and Unspeakables get like this when they had a job, murder was hard. It weighed their minds, knowing that they ended someone.
“Where’s Teddy?”
“Sleeping, I think”
“Did you get hurt?” He shook his head, but his eyes said it all. His heart shattered, he didn’t know why. Harry looked so vulnerable, like a kitten.
“Can I check?” He shook his head again, then walked away. “Harry? Where are you-”
“Tea” That wasn’t a question, even when in a daze Harry could lead people. Draco followed obediently, Harry’s kitchen was so warm, it smelt amazing. It was so cosy, “Wow… this is your kitchen?”
“I made cake, you want some?”
“Of course” Who would turn down a cake made by the chosen one? “Thank you”
It was just a vanilla cake, a normal cake but it tasted like heaven! It was soft and pillowy with just the right moisture. Even the best cafe’s he’s been to couldn’t make something soo.. Perfect.
“Did you charm this?”
“No? Why would I?”
“It’s just so good!”
Harry blushed, he sat on the counter. Looking at the kettle which was being heated. "There's multiple types of tea, after you get some we can look at my back”
“Alright then, thank you”
“Don’t thank me, please”
…
Draco could feel the magic buzzing in the walls, this is an old house after all. But even though the magic felt old he knew it was all Harry, how could it not be? Harry’s magic always felt like this, even when he casted a spell to harm someone it had a warm feeling, unlike his who’s magic felt like a slap of cold water.
Harry needed a release, this was dangerous. He knew this well, the house had a suffocating feel to it, especially after his fight with Ron. He needed someone to beat, a foe who’s magic could compete with him.
He could feel the buzzing underneath his skin. An itch that could not be satisfied, he was scared. What if he hurt himself? Or worse Teddy or Draco? Hermione? Even Ron, what would he do?
The itch was so strong, he lost control while on the raid, he killed that girl, not out of spite. It was an accident, but his team rejoiced. The ministry applauded, the public laughed, one more tangle out of their hair.
“Are you ready?” He asked quietly, he sat face away from Draco. Who was getting his supplies ready, “Of course”
Draco worked slowly this time, his movement quite sleepy. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“...”
“Harry?”
“Could you say that again Draco? My name?” Draco smiled slightly, “Harry”
“Yes?”
“Would you like to talk about it, or do you want me to talk?”
“You, I like your voice”
“Very well then… My mother was a masked woman. You know her, don’t you? She loves me so much, she'd always shielded me from the father who got violent. She’s got me the best chocolate, sometimes she and I made them ourselves!
Well that was before He started to live with us. Laughter ended from her mouth, she was even more scared then before, she begged me to ask for help but my pride stopped me. Now she’s a small, sickly thing, father’s getting the kiss soon. She doesn’t know what to do, and neither do I”
“... Is she okay?”
“Yes, she's come to terms with her life now. She still makes chocolate, and she now just watches over her garden. I think she likes the quiet life, without the drama”
“I would love to live like that”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, but I can’t”
“Why?”
“I’m the Boy Who Lived… silence hasn’t been my friend”
“I’m sorry”
“I am too”
Chapter 6
Notes:
Mentions of abuse!
Chapter Text
“Do you want to talk now?”
“...”
“Come one Harry, I did,” Draco sighed, sitting next to him. He handed his shirt back. “I won’t tell a soul” He promised.
“... My mom's sister always hated magic, I think she resented my mom for having it and not her. It crushed her, to see her sister achieve more greater things than you. And because of that she hated me, the spitting image of my father.
She hated him too, you know, he was too much for her, a Pure Blood who whisked her sister off like a gardener pruning roses. She’s always muttered on how I had his skin, his hair, his teeth. She hated my eyes, it looked too much like my mom. She taunted me about my scar, she and my uncle lied about how they died. Said they were drunks, reckless. They said that they got killed in a car accident, that I was the only survivor.
She never stopped that man from beating me, in fact she hit me as well. You see the scar on my hip, used a small filleting knife on me. I bled so much, I cried so, so much. But they laughed. They made me work, cook them breakfast, scrub the floors, do their laundry. I broke my back for them, shaved years of my life because of them! And all I get is a drop of spittle on my face.
My cousin was a pig, but he's all right now. He copied his father, who praised him for being a bully. He’d spit in my drink and burn my food. He’d scratch at my already broken skin. He’s nice though now, he’s apologized and I forgive him. It was his parents. Those damn Durseley’s who-”
He cut himself off, tears streamed from his eyes. His head spun as he gripped the counter table. “All my life I’ve fought, when I went to Hogwarts I thought it would be different. But you know how that panned out”
Draco was speechless, the golden boy shocked as he said, "Sometimes I wish I wasn’t even born, or that someone else would have been the ‘Chosen One’. Maybe then I could have had a normal childhood”
This was too much, the house groaned, the place became darker. The smells were more pungent, a small skittering was heard upstairs. Then a tiny blue haired boy appeared, Teddy.
“Harry? You okay?”
“...”
“It’s alright, don’t cry”
“Teddy… I’m so sorry”
“Mr could you get Harry water?” Teddy was talking to Draco, who was already up. “Of course”
Harry scooped Teddy up as he poured the cold water. He hugged him tight as if the world would collapse if he didn't. It probably would though, with how things were going.
Harry drank quietly, nodding slightly. The house was normal, but their moods switched.
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“Hi, I’m Teddy!” The boy had a huge smile, his blue hair shifting to a yellow.
“Hello I’m Draco”
“Thank you for helping Harry, he gets like this sometimes”
“Oh… sometime?”
“He thinks about the past.. Or his job”
“Oh”
“Yeah! I thought his job now was better, and he wouldn’t have to be sad. But he likes a challenge! That what he told me”
“I see… Harry?”
“...?”
“You never told me about your uncle… is it worse?”
“Sorry”
“No, no, I’m sorry for making you remember… all this. I didn’t know-”
“No one really does”
Draco sat back down, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Why tell me?”
“...I trust you”
“...”
…
Draco got home late, his mother was in her bedroom. Knitting quietly, Draco made his way through the cold manor. It felt so foreign, even if he grew up here.
“Mother, I'm home"
“Draco? Welcome,how was work? Who did you treat? You left quite late”
“Yes, I was at a patients house”
“Oh, you do that now? Who was it?”
“.... Harry Potter”
“Potter? He’s an Unspeakable now, yes?”
“Yes”
“What were you doing at his place, hmm?” Her perfect eyebrow was raised, "He's my patient”
“Since when?”
“A few weeks, he has injuries as you can imagine” A few uncomfortable minutes played out in silence.
“How was it?”
“Pardon?”
“His house?”
“...It was warm, and it smelt of sweets. It responded to his magic”
“How?”
“It would move and make noises when he provoked it. The atmosphere charmed entirely when…”
“When?”
“I can’t say”
“Why?I’m your mother”
“And I’m a licensed Healer, it’s confidential information”
“...I see”
“Anyway, I must take a shower. I’m musty. See you tomorrow” Draco moved again.
“You’re not joining me for dinner? We’re having lobster” She put down her knitting, “No, I’m sorry. I need to write my report”
“Very well then, good bye. I love you”
“I love you too, sleep well. Please don’t go to fathers study”
“... I can’t promise that”
“...”
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Draco sat on his bedside, writing the report quickly.Thinking things threw, he didn’t write about his panic attack. That was private, even in the professional world. He sighed, “Salazer… what do I do?”
…
He decided to go to bed, he had work in the morning.
The morning came in a sluggish manner, even with how soft his bed is still had back pain. He got up and took a bath, brushed his teeth, and ate. He did his hair, gel and everything, but a different hair style… at least.
“I’m leaving to work mother” He shouted out, no response. He sighed leaving to work.
…
“Malfoy!” His boss screamed, “Healer Rose” He answered tiredly in fake happiness, “Come with me”
Draco obeyed, “What is it?” They were weaving about the building.
“You treated Potter, yes?”
“... Yes?”
“Well he seems quite angry, he’s waiting for you”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t ask me! You messed up, you must fix it! Now go” She pushed him into her office and locked it, “HEALER ROSE?!”
“I don’t want to anger Unspeakable Potter! FIX. IT. NOW!”
“...” Draco heard a sigh, turning to see a less than happy Harry staring at him. He was in his uniform, a navy robe with gold accents. He looked amazing…
“Harry?”
“ Sorry if I scared you”
“... Pardon?”
“Sorry if I scared you! I realized after you left that I never said sorry, so…” He flicked his hand, a huge basket appearing. “What is this?”
“An apology basket, and a thank you one… for not freaking out”
“Freaking out?”
“When ‘Mione found out she fainted…. Then she asked loads of questions. She’s still trying to find answers” He scratched the back of his neck, “.... So you aren’t angry?”
“What no! I thought you were… Teddy said you were as pale as a ghost! I thought you… hated me” Harry said the last part quietly, he handed him the basket.
“So when can I see you next?” He tried to change the subject, the atmosphere immediately changed.
“Wait… really?!” Draco was surprised, he thought he lost his favourite patient.
“Of course, I won’t allow anyone else to even touch me!”
“Why, though?”
“...I said it already, I trust you”
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