The Boy Who Was Given Up

Chapter twenty-five: Mastering and the holidays

The next day, everyone was, metaphorically, sitting on the edge of their chairs in anticipation of what Harry was going to show them.

The excited whispers dulled as Harry moved from his position.

He was currently perched on the ground, inhaling deeply and exhaling just as deep, seemingly preparing himself. Without warning, Harry stood abruptly and raised his hands high. Flames erupted and circled around the roof. Lucius was secretly grateful he had, in fact, invested in fireproofing before Harry started.

All eyes were on the beasts made out of fire, dancing around the room as if Harry owned it, darting around beams and lighting the room with a beautiful amber glow. The dragon slowed and looked down on the spectators ominously. If they didn't know Harry was in full control of the dragon, they would probably have run for their lives.

The dragon crept closer to them as if scouting out a kill. Everyone leaned back away from the increasing heat, all but one. Draco stood and reached a hand out to the dragon, smiling. Teeth flickering with ash. As the dragon reached out to meet Draco's hand, Narcissa screamed, "Draco, no!"

But Draco wasn't listening. Even though they all trusted Harry, they were well aware that he had only one lesson.

As Draco and the dragon's hand met, the dragon turned from fire to water, absorbing Draco's hand. The dragon smiled wider as he circled around him before leaning down and kissing the top of his head, leaving a huge cowlick. Everyone remembered when Draco refused to style it any other way. It was only due to Harry's protests that it changed to a more natural style.

Everyone chuckled and came forwards more to meet Draco. The dragon once again became active and swam through the air with ease. The dragon then spat out fireworks that turned into raindrops when they reached the spectators.

The whole scene was truly beautiful.

To end, Harry wanted to leave an impression. He made the dragon disappear with a flip. All eyes turned back to him as flowers grew out of his palms. Instead of just Draco's favorites, he included Narcissa's lilies, Petunias, and even some that Dudley liked, leaving everyone speechless. For the spectators whose favorites he didn't know, such as Sirius, Remus, James, and Evan, he planted general favorites.

Once all the flowers had grown, he made them spread all around the room until they reached the ceiling and flicked at their feet. Harry swept everyone off their feet, hauling them higher so they were each sitting on a throne of flowers. All of their mouths dropped wide, admiring the work of art Harry had made from nothing.

As they were so high up, they could no longer see Harry. Panicking, Draco started furiously looking around, searching for him as he worried he was stuck down there.

As soon as the thought crossed Draco's mind, as if on cue, Harry rose from the ground in a cloud of black, instantly easing Draco's worries.

Harry whispered to Draco as he reached him, "Hey, was it okay?"

Draco looked at him with the widest smile. "Was it okay! It was amazing!" He then launched himself at Harry and gave him a massive hug.

They both laughed, and Harry let everyone down slowly, getting rid of the flowers and any leftover mess.

"That was amazing!" Petunia gushed as he embraced her son.

"Yeah, bro, I didn't know you could do that!" Dudley exclaimed.

Lilly, Evan, and James walked over politely, still not fully part of the group.

They had been more included throughout the days they had spent at the Manor, although a few days cannot change the past. This was something they knew.

After everyone was finished conversing, they all headed into the lounge for some food.

The rest of the holidays went by quickly. Harry and Draco became closer than ever, if that was possible. Everyone except Petunia, Dudley, and Harry ended up going home a day after Harry showed them his powers, but they visited often. Each time, they grew closer and more casual around everyone. The past slowly closed. Being forgiven. Slowly.

Dudley became engrossed in magic and often visited Lucius, who loved to show him many of the artifacts he had collected over the years.

Petunia and Narcissa spent a lot of time together, mainly scheming and betting on when their sons would realize they loved each other and get together. Petunia reckoned that they would realize sooner but only admit it just before the inheritance. Narcissa disagreed. She thought they would wait until after the inheritance. Who would win? Only time would tell.

There were now only two days left before Harry and Draco went back to school, and Dudley, Harry, and Draco were all sitting and talking in Draco's room.

"Did Ron really say that! Ha, that's crack up!" Dudley laughed as Draco finished his story.

"Yep, I told you he was a thick head," Draco laughed, and Harry playfully smacked his arm.

"I love hanging out with you guys. It's way more fun with both of you," Dudley laughed, and Harry looked mock hurt.

"What, am I not enough for you, Dud?" Harry asked cheekily.

"You know what I mean, Har," Dudley replied, and Draco laughed at his antics.

"Hey, do you guys want to do something fun?" Draco asked.

"What, like?" Harry asked, curious, a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes.

"I heard Mom and Petunia whispering about something earlier, and as soon as they saw me, they stopped. Do you guys want to find out what it was about?"

"Heck yeah, count me in!" Harry smiled widely.

"Same here," Dudley stated, also smiling.

"Sweet, let's go."

The three of them ran down the hallway, slowing to a tiptoe as they got to the spot where Petunia and Narcissa sat whispering.

They stood there analyzing for a minute before Draco whispered, "Harry, can you do some sort of spell or use your powers or something? You know more than me."

"Yeah, I'll do a slight wind and let it whisper back to me," Harry whispered.

At that point, Harry picked up the wind slightly so no one would notice and started listening to the conversation.

"I'm telling you, P, they will get together after the inheritance because they would want to know if they truly are before anything happens, even though they are obviously mates," Narcissa whispered.

"No, I am telling you, Cissa, they kiss before the inheritance and then date after! They wouldn't want to leave things unresolved!" Petunia whispered back.

Harry pulled back from the conversation, his face stained pink.

"What did they say?" Draco insisted when he realized Harry was back from listening.

"You don't want to know..." Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, not meeting Draco's eyes.

"What do you mean? Of course I want to know," Draco whined, pleading to Harry.

Harry finally looked into Draco's eyes and instantly got lost. The deep mercury pulled him in, and he was drowning. For the first time in his life, he realized why he was so oblivious to everything else around him, flirting included—it was because he was already in love.

The realization struck him hard, and he couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat and a smile grow on his face.

"What?" Draco asked softly, breaking Harry from his train of thought.

"You'll find out, I promise," Harry said with a smile before running back up to Draco's room, leaving behind two gaping boys.

"Is he always like that?" Draco asked Dudley.

"Yeah, but never to you. That must be a big secret," Dudley replied before they both ran upstairs to meet Harry.