The Boy Who Ought To Be Dead - H.P

IV - Potter The Imposter

"Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile."
- Franklin P. Jones

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Draco knew that voice.

He could recognise it anywhere.

He felt his heart snap into tiny, little pieces looking at the man that stood at the doors of the great hall.

A sudden burst of adrenaline consumed Draco as he dashed forward to Harry.

Draco stopped, just a meter away from him. Draco could barely register anything due to the blinding emotions he felt.

"Draco," Harry spoke softly with a smile. He was happy to see his boyfriend again.

Draco clenched his fists before lunging at Harry, tackling him to the ground.

Harry fell back, the wind being knocked out of his chest, "Draco, what-"

Not letting Harry get a word in, Draco punched him in the face. A sickening crunch was heard, originating from Harry's nose. He groaned in pain.

"Draco!" Harry shouted, not knowing what was going on.

Draco punched Harry's face again, "how dare you!"

Harry's nose—as well as his lip—was bleeding.

"Is this some kind of sick prank?" Draco asked the figure below him.

"I-I...what?" Harry questioned. Not knowing what Draco was getting at.

"What in Merlin's name makes you think it is okay to waltz in here and pretend to be Harry?" Draco scolded, punching him, with full force, in the stomach.

Harry turned to the side as he spit blood onto the floor. This was Dumbledore's and Severus' cue to get involved. They rushed towards the two men.

"How fucking dare you, you sick fuck! How much disrespect can you physically have to be here, impersonating a dead man? How much fucking disrespect can you have for me? Or his friends? Do you know how much it hurts to see 'Harry' here right now?" Draco rambled, delivering one final punch to his abdomen. If Harry wasn't in pain, he would be comforting Draco. He was hurt by the pain in his voice.

Severus pulled Draco off of Harry. Dumbledore stood at his side.

"Let go of me, Severus! That bastard deserves whatever he gets!" Draco shouted. Hermione and Ron decided to join them.

"Draco, relax. We must find a punishment for this...imposter as soon as possible." Severus spoke, "I agree that he deserved every punch you threw, but we need a reason for why he did this."

Draco nodded and stopped fighting Severus' grip. He let go of the blond.

Severus bent down and hauled Harry to his feet. Harry's nose leaked rapidly with blood.

"Severus, take the imposter to my office as well as Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes, Albus." Severus spoke. Harry was suffering through the pain as he was being pulled by the taller man up the stairs.

After what felt like ages, they were finally at Dumbledore's office.

Harry was pushed onto a chair violently and was binded to it by a spell.

"Watch him. I am going to fetch veritaserum." Severus commanded, stomping out the room.

Ron stood up, unable to look at the imposter in the chair and not say anything, "I don't know who you are, or what is wrong with you. But, I do know that when Dumbledore and Snape are done with you, I am going to murder you."

"Ron..." Harry said softly. He was in agony, but slightly touched at Ron's protectiveness for 'the real Harry'.

"Don't," Ron bit, "use my given name. Death is too good for you. You deserve Azkaban until you die."

As soon as Ron finished that sentence, Dumbledore and Snape walked into the room.

"Mr. Weasley, do sit down." Albus ordered.

"Yes, Sir." Ron seethed, anger radiating off of him.

Albus sat on his chair, Severus remained standing.

"Before we administer the veritaserum, we will ask a few questions without it." Albus spoke, "why are you impersonating Harry Potter?"

"Please, Dumbledore, I'm not. I'm Harry Potter! I don't know how-" Harry said.

"Silence." Albus said sternly. Harry shut up."This was a bad idea. Administer the veritaserum, Severus."

Severus complied with no hesitation. He forced the veritaserum down Harry's throat, "ready, Albus."

"Thank you, Severus." Albus spoke, "what is your name?"

"Harry James Potter." Harry spoke gently, trying not to irritate his bruised jaw.

Draco gulped, being torn between emotions.

"Okay. What is a secret only Harry, or those close to him, would know?" Albus interrogated.

"Uh," Harry hesitated, "my father was an illegal animagus. A stag, to be exact—which is also my patronus."

Dumbledore looked at Severus. They both paled considerably.

This time, Draco stood up in front of Harry and asked a question, "if you are really Harry, tell me how our first kiss went."

"We were in the library. I forgot what we were talking about, but you confessed to me that you were gay. I took it upon myself to kiss you. You said to me 'what the hell is wrong with you? Don't ever talk to me again!' And then I broke. You stormed out of the library in a fit." Harry answered automatically.

Draco knew that no one else knew about their first kiss. He sobbed. He wrapped his arms around Harry, "it's really you?"

"Of course," Harry replied.

"S-Severus. Administer the antidote." Albus spoke, flabbergasted.

Severus obeyed. He pried Draco off Harry and forced the potion down his throat.

Harry coughed in response.

"How-how are you back? You died!" Draco expressed.

"I don't know," Harry winced as he moved, his nose bleeding again, "I was hoping you'd know."

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Sorry, short chapter.