[DISCONTINUED] Voldemort's Heir (Drarry Fan Fic) (boyxboy)

the Long-Awaited Ch 14

(Harry's POV)

One week after our meeting with the Order, my mother sends me a letter.

The Dark Lord knows that you have joined the Order. I do not know how. You and Draco must get out of the school. Run away and hide. Do not contact anyone for a month. At that point you can contact the Order through the dream pills. I am on the run, but am safe. Do not worry, just find somewhere safe to lay low. I love you Harry, please be safe.

                             Mom

I immediately show Draco, and he pales. We casually make our way out of the dining hall and toward our dorm.

“My Future Lord, could you come with me please?” Severus come up behind us. I turn to face him, forcing myself to maintain a calm exterior.

“We are busy. Later.” We continue on our way, as if nothing was out of place. Once in our room, Draco starts frantically packing.

“How did they find out? Who all knows? Oh God, what if we can't get out?” I grab his hand.

“Draco, we will be fine. We know more of the castle's secret passageways than anyone else. We'll take the One-Eyed Witch passageway and disaparate from Honeydukes. It'll be ok.”

“Where are we going to go?”

“Not sure yet, but we'll find something.” He finishes packing and taps our bags. They shrink to 1/10th their original size, small enough to fit in our pockets. With our bags in tow we make our way down the stairs toward the kitchens. After entering, every house elf there bows low.

“Obviously, we require food. Get to it.” They share a look and one hesitantly steps forward.

“Sire … we … we are not permitted to give you food. The Headmaster has forbade it.” The elf's voice drops to a low whisper. “He says you've turned on our Lord, and to assist you would mean our lives Sir ...” Draco growls.

“It's all right, we're going to make it look like this never happened, all right? Face me like you're shocked to see us, act afraid.” Each elf looks at me, curious and nervous.

“Good enough. Petrificus Totalus.” The elves all freeze and fall to the ground, unable to move. Draco and I start grabbing food and when we are done we head for the One-Eyed Witch. Just before we get there, Pansy Parkinson shows up.

“You're not going anywhere.” We turn to face her, and see that she is leading everyone who abandoned us. “It looks to us like your secret is out, and nobody would mind if we just … did away with you. You can't threaten us anymore, you have no power.” Draco starts frantically casting spells at the group, freezing some, causing others robes to catch fire, even blocking their path by moving the walls and statues.

We run through the passageway and I cast an explosion spell, sealing this entrance. We run toward Honeydukes, fast as we can. The dark tunnel twists and turns; our feet thunder against the dirt floor. Finally we reach the cellar. Draco takes my hand and we disaparate. I lead us to the one place I can think of.

Draco steadies himself against me as I listen for people. Nobody seems to be nearby, and we take a moment to rest.

“H-Harry … where are we?”

“... Godric's Hollow … at my father's grave.” He looks down, finally seeing the tombstone.

                                                               James Potter

                                                        BORN 27 MARCH 1960

                                                       DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

                                "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

“Oh Harry …” He sounds sad, and he places a hand on my shoulder.

“Mum used to take me here on his birthday. She said we had to keep it a secret, the Dark Lord would not want us to visit him since he had not followed us to the Dark Lord. Even so, she always wanted to come here, to visit him. We always brought calla lilies … I thought it was funny … Lily was bringing lilies for him …” Draco pulls me into a tight hug, my back pressed into his chest. I barely register the tears running down my cheeks.

“I …. I miss him. … I wish he was here now … it would be …” I barely choke out; “it would be easier … to know what to do … you know?” He nods against my neck, holding me close.

“We should find somewhere to stay for the night. ...” He whispers. I nod, my tears slowly stopping. He squeezes my hand, smiling reassuringly at me. I lead him to the house I should have grown up in. Mum wouldn't go back there, but when I was young I had asked where it was. She gestured in this direction, mumbling that it was about a ten minute walk away.

When we get to the building I know why she wouldn't bring me here. Other witches and wizards have been here … people who had known us … there are notes all over the fence:

How could you Lily?

We loved you, and you betray us?

I hope you die.

Bitch

Turncoat

How could you betray him?

James would be ashamed to have called you 'wife'

Draco tries to lead me away from the fence, but I stay and read every note left there.

“Harry … we shouldn't stay here …” I shake my head.

“This is exactly where I should be. This is where I was supposed to grow up.” He looks at me sadly, as if he wants to pull me away, but he does nothing. We go inside and look around. The livingroom is scorched, most likely from the Dark Lord's spells to kill my father. We continue into the kitchen. Two chairs are overturned, but there is no sign of a battle. I put some of the food in here, but leave most of it in our bags incase we have to flee.

Draco and I go upstairs and survey the bedrooms. My nursery is burnt up, the shabby remnants of my crib charred and broken. We go to my parents room. A photograph still sits on the bedside table, my mother's young face greets me, she is holding me as a baby, and beside her is a young man. I see now why she says that I look like my father, except for the eyes I am the striking image of him. I pick up the frame and smile.

“What is that?” Draco looks over my shoulder and smiles. “... You were so cute.”

“Were? I'm insulted.” I chuckle. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck.

“You're not cute anymore. You're handsome, and sexy.” He snuggles into me and I blush slightly. He's usually much more shy than this. I put the picture in my bag and we lay on the bed, arms wrapped around each other.

(AN: So sorry for the wait! I'm working on the next chapter though, so hopefully the next one will come sooner!
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