- Rating:
- R
- House:
- Schnoogle
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
- Genres:
- Slash Drama
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
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Published: 12/07/2004Updated: 04/06/2005Words: 70,651Chapters: 15Hits: 27,199
And So Life Goes On...
Nenya Entwhistle
- Story Summary:
- Post-Hogwarts story. Five years after the defeating Voldemort, Harry Potter has lived in obscurity in the Muggle world with a very normal, very ordinary routine. But one day, he meets someone that is going to disrupt his life. Is it for the better or for the worse? And what happens when Harry realizes that the life he has known is really a farce?
Chapter 11
- Chapter Summary:
- Post-Hogwarts story. Five years after defeating Voldemort, Harry now lives in the muggle world believing he is a normal person. He has no knowledge that he was ever a wizard, ever the Boy Who Lived. What happens then when he realizes his amnesia hides much more than he thought it did? When he finds out that the life he has been living is a farce?
- Posted:
- 02/23/2005
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- 1,424
- Author's Note:
- Thanks to my wonderful betas, Ziasudra and Lesameschelle!
Part of "The Aevum Series"
Chapter Eleven
Ceasefire
"We're sorry, Harry," Hermione whispers, reaching out to
him again like she had done before in the past when he refused to take it. He
wants to go into her arms, but it's hard knowing what she has done. It's even
harder looking Ron in the eyes, Harry reflects, when Ron, unlike Hermione, went
along with the whole thing without even trying to help him. "I tried my best
but... we were all under an oath. And we did think it best for you to forget all
the horrible atrocities in your life. We just--just wanted you to be happy
again."
So they had fabricated a lie, a new life.
"Harry," Ron begins, looking awkward with his pale face and too red hair, "I'm
not sorry for what we did because I definitely think your life has been too
hard, and I wanted just once for you to have a normal life. I'm sure you don't
remember all the times that we've been through, but we have been best friends
for the longest time--we go back so far that you're like my brother--and..."
Ron clears his throat and tries again. "And you always used to tell me that you
wanted a normal life after Sirius died. How you wished you'd never been in the
magical world, then Sirius would have been safe and he wouldn't have died
because of you. I... tried to tell you that it wasn't your fault, but it never
worked. Remus though helped you a lot through that, but when he too was
gone--you sunk even deeper into your depression and I couldn't reach you. No one
could.
"Merlin Harry," Ron says, running his hand violently through his hair, "do you
know how much it hurt me to see you in such pain and I could do nothing?"
"And he wasn't the only one," Hermione adds in soft voice. "We both stayed up
long nights while you locked yourself up in the Room of Requirement, and we
were so scared that you'd do something to yourself. You don't understand how
useless, what terrible friends we felt like. I--" her voice cracks as she sobs.
"I..., I didn't know what to do."
"Neither of us did," Ron murmurs, his voice more in control though his eyes are
just as watery as hers. "And after Remus died, you shut us out though we always
tried to let you know that we were there for you."
"You were there in body, but you had withdrawn from us," Hermione croaks. "But
you had someone that you could turn to. A lover, we always thought, because
after two years, you started almost smiling. You almost looked happy, but there
was always an uncertainty in your eyes though it slowly vanished the more years
that passed. Whoever it was that saved you, we're thankful."
"Yes," Ron agrees. "Very thankful."
Harry doesn't know what to do or to say. Their words, so honest and so earnest,
he wants to believe. He wants to open his arms and embraces them both, but
still he can't find it in his heart to forgive them entirely. Hermione, he
almost can. Ron though... he doesn't know what to do. Ron has been his best
friend since forever, and yet Ron should have known even better than Hermione
that he is strong and could have faced the reality.
What he wishes for doesn't mean he really wants it. It's only a mere wish, a
fantasy, a dream--not a reality. Somehow they made it into one. But whose idea
was it? Dumbledore's? Ron's? Or maybe Hermione's? Who's the one that was
responsible? That's what he wants to know.
"Who?" Harry asks, trembling and shaking. "Who decided?"
"I did."
Harry snaps around and drops his jaw and cries, "Not you! Not you, not you,
please not you..."
"Harry, wake up!" Draco exclaims, both hands on Harry's shoulders, holding him
down against a bed, his bed. But how did he get to his bed? His last memory was
of white, white tiles and blurring walls. "It's a dream, a nightmare, whatever.
Snap out of it!"
Harry wants to say it wasn't a nightmare, though it wasn't a dream either. Not
pleasant enough, but he cannot find his voice. His throat is too dry, parched
like he had been in a desert too long without water. He opens his mouth and
shuts it.
"Severus!" Draco shouts. "Get in here! Harry's woken up and needs the potion!"
What potion? Harry doesn't want a potion. He doesn't, he doesn't, he doesn't.
"He's hyperventilating, Severus!" Draco yells, still holding him down--not
letting him be. "Get your bloody arse in here!"
Harry wants to shake his head, but he can't move. He feels too exhausted and
yet his body is trembling, shaking, moving out of control and overpowering his
fatigue. His eyes finally focus on Draco's concerned face, his pale skin and his
anxious eyes. He tries to say no but nothing comes out. No potion, he
wants to say, no no no...
The door flies open and Severus storms in, a vial in hand. He pushes Draco
away, but not violently. It's one of urgency instead. They must have stopped
fighting, Harry muses, glad but also confused. Hadn't they been bickering when
he had passed out? However long that was...
"Open your mouth, Harry," Severus says gently, uncorking the vial.
Harry doesn't. He wants to push the vial away that is pressed against his
chapped lips, but he cannot move anything voluntarily. Instead Severus opens
his mouth for him and pours the bitter liquid down his throat. Harry gurgles,
trying to spit it out, but Severus massages his throat with his fingers and he
swallows.
No, no, no... Harry thinks and then stops when the darkness takes him.
Harsh, cold fingers rub his throat, then latch on, squeezing him--suffocating
him. Harry's eyes roll open and he sees Severus, his lover. He wants to open
his mouth to say something, but his jaw is slack and he can't. He can't even
really move his body, only a fraction of an inch. It's like he's been drugged,
but why?
"Harry," Severus whispers, "you're awake."
Yes, obviously, Harry thinks. He must be if his eyes are open, staring a hole
into Severus' being. If he could but whimper, maybe he could let Severus know
through pathetic noises that he isn't feeling well. But he can't even do that.
He is unable to do anything.
"Open your mouth," Severus commands not unkindly. "You need to take your medicine."
Is that what Severus was doing? Stroking his throat as if he were trying to
suffocate him? Trying to get some of the potion down his throat? But why? Is it
to heal him or is it to harm him? Harry doesn't know. Is this like the pills
he's been taking, something he thinks that'll make him better, but will only
make things worse? Is Severus trying to steal his memories away from him again?
Isn't once enough?
"If you can't, I'll do it for you."
Harry wants to shake his head, wants to say no, but Severus forces his mouth
open--though it's not like he can really resist--and pours a liquid that looks
the same color as the pills he's always taken. The taste isn't the same, but
why would it be? The gel coating would cover and disguise the taste, and a nagging
part of his mind says: it looks the same.
"Now that's a good boy," Severus murmurs, stroking his throat and getting him
to swallow. Harry blinks once from the pure shock of having Severus calling him
'good boy.' That isn't like Severus, Harry thinks before he drifts off.
"Don't, don't, don't," Harry mumbles underneath his breath, while twisting and
turning under the covers. "Don't do that. I thought you were good. I thought I
could trust you. Why? Oh why? Oh Merlin, why?"
Draco is shaking him, trying to wake him. He feels jostled and lurches,
almost falling out of bed if not for Draco. "Harry," Draco murmurs, touching
him gently with his hands, "are you all right?"
"Yes," Harry manages to rasp. "Better."
"That's good," Draco whispers, his hands drifting lightly over Harry's
nightshirt. "That's very good." His fingers ghost over Harry's throat not as
provocative as it is curious. "I can't wait until you get better." Draco leans
over and whispers, "We'll have so much fun, you and I."
Harry's eyes widen when he understands the implication. "What?"
Draco cups Harry's face and caresses it gently. "If you used to be Snape's
lover, I'm sure you're a good fuck. But as interested as I am in fucking your
arse," Draco murmurs, his fingers tracing Harry's lips, "I'm much keener on
what your name will do for me. Severus wasn't wrong, you know, I do want you to
reestablish me in the Wizarding World."
"Use," Harry croaks. "Me."
"Yes," Draco says, "yes, you've got it my dumb little Gryffindor. You got it in
one. I am using you, though I'll have a lot of fun doing it. Too bad you can't
go back to Snape now, having cut all ties with him when he really did feel
something for you." Draco's fingers leave Harry's face feeling colder than it
did before. "I'm not sure he loves you, but he does feel strongly about you. It
could be love," he muses. "After all, what do muggles say? 'There's a thin line
between hate and love.' Maybe it really is a thin line, a now nonexistent line,
but you, my Harry, chose me." Draco bends his head down and kisses Harry.
"Aren't you so happy?"
Harry shoves with all his might, trying to get away from Draco and it works
with a surge. He feels someone being pushed away and he hopes it's Draco. He
doesn't want that little bastard near him. How could he use him like that when
he has begun to trust Draco? But then that only makes sense, Harry thinks with
a low moan. It all makes sense because Draco is a Malfoy and that's the way
Malfoys are.
"Harry," he hears Draco's low, hoarse voice as if he's in pain, "you're having
a nightmare. It's okay."
Harry opens his eyes to the blinding though dim lights. Everything's a blur in
front of him that he doesn't even see where Draco is. Probably on the ground
somewhere, but how had he had enough power to push the blond away? He still
feels weak and helpless--and drugged. Harry bites his lip hard. What the fuck
had Severus given him? Was all that his ex-lover had said a lie?
"Where's Severus?" Harry demands in a rasp. "Where is he?"
"I'm here," Severus croaks from a distance that sounds similar from Draco's but
in another direction. "My presence has been," he says then pauses and lets out
a haggard breath before he starts again, "disturbing you so I've kept away."
"What did you give me?" Harry's not screaming, but he feels like he is almost
there. He's so afraid, so mistrusting, so unaware of whom he can trust. Were
those visions reality or nightmares? Draco said nightmares, but they had felt
so real. "Are you trying to poison my mind again?"
He doesn't hear Severus approach, only the sound of the older man dropping to
his knees next to his bedside. When he turns to Severus' direction he can make
out an outline of a sallow blob with black circles for eyes and a nose
protruding in a blur.
"No," Severus says softly and reaches over for something on the side table,
"I'm not." Severus places his glasses into his hands. "Neither is
Draco."
Harry puts his frames on and blinks until everything shifts into focus. When
had they reached a truce? This is all very strange, very weird when only
moments before Harry had heard them shouting at each other, exchanging insults
as if there was no tomorrow. It was as if he was... in another time all together.
"We want you to get better," Draco adds.
Harry stares at them in disbelief, not quite comprehending how so much could
change in a few hours... or maybe a day, but they were acting like they were
almost friends. In his dreams, his nightmares, they had been enemies to
one another and himself. So why are they so friendly now? He cringes back,
trying to shrink into his bed. Are they collaborating against him? Trying to
throw him off the mark by acting as allies rather than enemies? Is he supposed
to be glad that they've resolved their difficulties and forget that they seemed
to hate each other?
Oh god, oh Merlin, he thinks, I can't deal with this but I must.
"Harry?" Draco murmurs. "You do believe us, don't you?"
Instead of glancing at Draco, Harry looks directly at Severus. He has to know,
and Severus better answer. "What did you give me?"
"A potion."
Severus' response infuriates Harry. It wasn't like Severus to deliberately
misunderstand his question. Harry knows, staring into those dark eyes, that
Severus understood but doesn't want to say anything. The idea, the twinge of
doubt that has been building since he was forced to swallow that potion
escalates and surges. How dare he!
"What potion?" Harry says with a sharpness that reminds him of Severus. "Just
a potion? Are you sure you're not trying to manipulate my mind into
forgetting everything again? How do I know it wasn't you? I only have your
word! Your say! Not theirs! Maybe it's you that wanted me to forget. You
because you don't want me anymore and this is your way out. Sneaky, clever, sly
Slytherin," Harry rasps, "aren't you, Severus, my love?"
"Harry, for Merlin's sake," Draco snaps, "it was a stabilizing potion because
your magical aura was going crazy. It was to help you, you bloody git. As much
as I hate to say it, Severus did a good thing by giving you that potion. And
it's not like I'd let him do anything to harm you! If there's anyone you can
trust, Harry, it's me."
But Harry isn't looking at Draco. He stares at Severus, at his lover, daring
him to deny or confirm what Draco had said. Why Draco is helping Severus, Harry
doesn't know, but that doesn't matter because regardless of Draco's words--if he
can even trust him--it's Severus that needs to speak.
"Say something," Harry says with an edge. "Now!"
Dark, familiar eyes bear down on him, sucking him in like a relentless vortex.
"I could want you as you are now."
Harry hears Draco's gasp, but he doesn't turn. He keeps his gaze locked onto
Severus'. Their eyes, black against green, are dueling. Harry wonders if it
used to be this way or if this is something new instead.
"I thought you said you didn't want him!" Draco exclaims furiously. "I thought
you said this wasn't the Harry that you feel anything for! I thought... I thought
he would be mine."
Neither Harry nor Severus answer. Instead Severus says, "Your memories will
return, Harry, because your magic is coming back." The older man pauses and
steps forward out of the shadows. "Soon you'll be yourself again."
"But he won't!" Draco shouts, and Harry finally looks away from Severus. "He won't
be the same because he's not that Harry anymore. Are you, Harry?" Draco says
earnestly, his silver eyes filled with an emotion that is heated and not
chilled. "You're different and you don't hate me anymore, and unlike him," he
spits, "I could love you."
That almost sounds normal, like the Draco Harry knows now. Actually he has the
feeling it is rather like the Draco he knew before too, though this one doesn't
hate him anymore. And well, Harry glances back to Severus, this man--his former
lover--what to do about him? Actually, Harry's eyes shift briefly to Draco and
then anywhere but at the two of them, what to make of both of them?
He can still feel his anger simmering underneath the surface, eager to leap up,
grab a hold of him and unleash its fury on anything, anyone in its path. Harry
is sick and tired of hearing them bicker over him. He doesn't need that, what
he needs are his memories and magic. This frustration that he feels building
inside him makes him want to latch onto his rage, wrap it around him, and let
it comfort him. Let it scream at Draco and Severus, especially at Severus.
Harry can't really blame Draco; Draco didn't know. But Severus he can blame and
even if Severus has done a good thing--many good things--it was not enough.
"Harry?" Draco says, moving toward him and reaching out with his hand.
Before Draco could touch him, Harry slaps his hand away because he doesn't want
to be touched by him after that nightmare. And Harry suddenly feels what
Severus said: that his magic is coming back. He feels that if he wants to, he
can use his innate power to push his magic out and force Draco away. Something
tells him this isn't normal or common. But then, when has he ever been normal?
"What's wrong?" Draco asks. "Harry?"
"SHUT UP!" Harry screams, letting his fury take over, letting it rush out
though he kept the power he felt at his fingers harnessed. "Don't talk! Don't
speak! Don't say anything at all. Do you understand me? I need--"
"Draco has never been one to keep his mouth shut," Severus muses aloud with a
wry tone. "He thinks that everything that comes out of his mouth is what he
wants it to be. He doesn't ever think, he just--"
"YOU TOO!" Harry roars, almost letting his magic out--almost losing it enough to
slam Severus against the wall but he suppresses it. He could kill both of them
if he wanted, he thinks, even without his wand... He snaps his head toward
Severus and demands, "Where's my wand?"
Severus' eyes study him impassively for a moment before he says, "Your
irrational anger reminds me of your immature 5th year self, and I do not speak
to children of matters of importance."
"Me, a child?" Harry cries, laughing hard in a crazy, wild way. "Me? No," he
says, shaking his head and lifting his hands to point at both Draco and Severus,
"not me. It's you two that have been acting like children." It's when he says
it aloud that he realizes that he's been thinking this deep inside, so far into
the abyss that he can't even recall having thought it. But he does feel it now,
feels it even stronger when he considers the way they bickered and argued in
front of him such a short time ago.
"Immature, self-consumed children who only considered what you wanted instead
of me!" Harry shouts, his face hot and his heart pounding. "Did you ever consider
my feelings when you were talking about me as if I were a piece of meat to be
owned and bartered with words between you two? I don't know why I sat there,
crouched there and listened to it. Why I even wanted to help you!" Harry
screams, jabbing his finger in Severus' direction. "When you never
helped me!"
Severus goes pale. His sallow skin washes out, turning it into an even more
sickly color. It's such an odd look for him that Harry can almost believe again
that maybe Severus did want to help him, but if he did, wouldn't he have done
more? There had to be a way around the spell, hell even Draco was a way
around the spell since he wasn't under the oath! Had Severus or Hermione ever
thought of that?
"Why didn't you do more?" Harry demands, pointing an accusing finger at
Severus. "Why?"
"The oath."
"You said it was to protect me and my happiness!" Harry cries. "But did you
ever think of how miserable I was, not knowing who I was? I used to cry at
night in my bed all alone, wondering who the fuck I was because I couldn't
remember a bloody shitty thing about my life. Even these bad memories, of you,
of my life, of everything are nothing compared to not knowing." Harry glances
toward Draco. "You could have found a way to tell me."
"But I couldn't!" Severus snarls. "I was specifically under oath not to mention
anything to you or anyone else." Severus looks meaningfully to Harry. "And
despite my every doubt you'd be unhappy not knowing who you were, from
everything that I could see--when I saw you--you did seem to be happy, Harry."
"But I wasn't." Harry almost wants to wallow in his thoughts, about how lost
and depressed he felt when he had no idea who he was. It was as if no one
understood what he was going through at the time. It was as if he was alone.
Until Hermione gave him a purpose in his life, all he had been doing was crying
in his room and then putting on a brave face whenever his friends visited. "I
wasn't."
"I..." Severus begins and stops. "I'm sorry."
Harry looks at Severus, looks into those dark eyes and sees a true apology in
them. He tries to see if it's just a clever manipulation, but he can't imagine
Severus saying sorry for show. He knows the man too well, even if he doesn't
quite remember knowing the man. The dark eyes seem to penetrate into his being,
studying him as much as he is trying to study Severus.
"The wand," Draco says, interrupting the momentary silence. "Harry's wand.
Where is it, Severus?"
Severus shifts his eyes to Draco and narrows them. "The matter does not concern
you."
"But it concerns Harry," Draco responds nonchalantly. "And he did ask you." He
turns to Harry and smiles a little. "You do want to know, don't you?"
The smile is more bewildering than it is comforting, if it was supposed to be.
Harry isn't sure though. It's too small, too sly-like to be reassuring. Maybe
it's meant to be something else, but what? Harry bites the inside of his mouth.
If only he could sense things, know stuff about Draco like he just does for
Severus.
"I do," Harry states firmly, looking from Draco to Severus. "Draco's right.
Where is it?"
For a moment, Harry thinks Severus is going to evade the question again but the
older man snaps instead, "Who do you think has it?"
The tone is familiar, and it washes over Harry like a tidal wave. The feelings,
Harry realizes, the sensation that he knows Severus is only getting stronger.
Severus is right then. His memories will return with his magic. But how long?
Will it be like the flashbacks he had? And if so... were the nightmares reality then?
But the Draco one doesn't make sense, as it couldn't happen yet. Draco said
himself that he hadn't seen Harry in a long time. Though the other one about
Severus could be. It isn't all that sinister, when Harry thinks about it. It
just seems bad when...
"Harry," Severus says sharply, "do not tell me you do not know whom I speak
of."
Harry snaps out of his thoughts and stares at Severus. He doesn't even need to
think of an answer. Only one makes sense. "Albus."
"Yes," Severus agrees. "Albus."
"I want it back," Harry declares. "I want my life back."
"Then," Severus begins with a far from pleasant look on his face, "you must be
ready to face them."
"What? Them?" Harry looks at Severus with no comprehension. What is he talking
about? Why would he have to face anyone but Albus? Unless...
Severus opens his mouth to speak, but Draco beats him to it. "They know, Harry.
They found out the day after you collapsed in the bathroom."
"Today then," Harry says, looking toward Draco who shakes his head. "Yesterday?"
"No," Severus says and Draco echoes. Severus glares at Draco before continuing:
"You have been out for a week, Harry. They found out the Friday when you didn't
show up for the usual get together."
"Oh Merlin," Harry cries, dropping his face down into his hands. A week has
gone by, an entire week when he thought it had only been a day or two. How
could time pass that fast? Is that why then... Harry jerks his face up and stares
at the wall because it's easier. "Is that why you two are getting along better?"
he asks sharply. Now it starts to make sense, how the two of them could go from
hating each other to actually getting along if that much time had gone by. But
still... "What happened then? What made you two be civil to each other?"
"Time helps," Draco admits, "and the fact that your friends came down on us
like we were lepers contaminating you also pushed us into more friendly
territory with each other. As much as I might dislike Severus, he is a far
lesser evil than Granger or Weasley. You might want to consider your friends
more carefully, Harry, as they're the ones that helped put you into this
situation. If I were you, I'd run away with me and forget they ever existed. We
could go anywhere, you know, see extraordinary places--magical places. You and I."
"And what would be the point of that?" Severus inquires piercingly. "He's
already been forced to run from his true life, why would he ever want to run
voluntarily from it when he has a chance to regain it? Despite what those
ignorant prejudiced idiots think of the Dark Arts, there is nothing for him to
be ashamed of. Nothing!"
Draco snorts and before he can say anything that will dissolve the civility
between the two of them, Harry says, "He's right. I need to face them."
"If you're sure," Draco says, "I won't stop you."
"As if you could," Severus sneers, "stop him."
"You are the most--!"
"SHUT IT!" Harry yells. "Stop it! I can't think with you two arguing, and I
need to. Either be quiet or get out."
"I'm staying," Severus declares.
"And so am I."
TBC
Author notes: Just a reminder, if you read please review.
Here's some questions if you have no idea what to say: (1) Why the dream about Harry's friends? (2) What do the nightmares about SS and DM mean? (3) Why do you think Draco thought Severus ceded Harry to him? (Think about why Draco's always there and why Severus isn't, there's an easy answer and a hard one). (4) Harry's anger... what will come of that? (5) And how do you think Harry will react to his friends?