Fatherhood | drarry teen adoptive parents au

forty seven | lily, take harry and go

tw: this chapter won't be easy to read, there is a homophobic slur and it's quite a violent chapter so lmk if you want a clean summary instead, the same goes for the next one:)

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When they stopped screaming, Harry's first thought was, What are we going to do with Casper?

He'd been saved from one battle, but what if what Narcissa said was true and Lucius had followed her? If it was true, then he knew what happened next could almost be worse.

"Give me one reason why I don't just strangle you right now!" Draco was bellowing, his hand pressed against his mother's throat. He shook her hard, and her eyes popped. "You fucking moron! If you've lead him here, I swear now that I will kill you myself and save him the trouble!"

As if the situation needed to be any worse, Harry realised neither he nor Draco had a wand on them, and felt vomit rise in his throat.

He leant over and was quietly sick on the grass beside him, careful to keep Casper out of the way. The little boy was sobbing with hysterical fear and clutching desperately at Harry for comfort, but there was nothing he could do to console him, so Harry said nothing to him, and instead turned to his boyfriend.

"Our wands are upstairs, Draco, we can't both fight," he croaked, and Draco blanched.

"My mother has one, we could Disapparate - she could take us somewhere-"

"And have the Weasleys come home to be destroyed by your father?" Harry snapped, panicked at the very idea. "No. We have to stay here to greet him ourselves."

"Give me your wand, Mother," Draco spat, wrestling to take it off her. She was quickly overpowered by her son, and he pushed the wand swiftly towards his boyfriend. "Harry, take Casper and go."

The significance of that phrase made Harry's head spin, and for a second he wasn't Harry, he was Lily looking up at James and clutching a baby version of himself, and this wasn't the Burrow, but Godric's Hollow, and it wasn't 1998 but 1981, and it was getting so dark -

Lily, take Harry and go-

What happened next in that story? The little voice in his head asked.

"No," Harry moaned, falling to his knees. "No!"

"Harry, if you don't get him out of here I will never forgive you," Draco swore, and he began to cry.

"I won't do it."

"Harry, I don't know how much time we have-"

"I SAID, I won't leave you!" Harry screamed. "I could never just go like this! Are you insane?"

"I'll never forgive you," Draco wept, still trying to force the wand into Harry's hand. "I hate you, Harry."

"I don't care," Harry insisted. "I don't care what you say to me."

Narcissa was crying too now, loud, terrified sobs.

Draco whipped round and pressed the tip of the wand to her throat. "Shut your snivelling mouth, you vile bitch," he spat, tears still pouring down his face. "You've done this to us. I can't believe how stupid you are, that you'd have the audacity to put us all in so much danger."

"I'm sorry, Draco," she sobbed. "I've done it again, I know, and I'm so sorr-"

"If you say sorry to me one more time I'll blow your fucking head off!" Draco roared. "You don't know what 'sorry' means, and every time you say it, you do something horrendous right after. So keep that word out of your mouth."

"Draco, I'm going to get a broom, we might have an advantage when he arrives if we're in the air," Harry decided suddenly, and sprinted with Casper to the Weasleys' shed.

The little boy was quickly becoming beyond hysterical, so as a last resort Harry pulled the hem of his jumper out as far as it would go, and lifted the wailing toddler up under the material, the way he used to when he was tiny.

His hands were gentle as he slipped Casper's face out of the jumper neck so he could breathe properly, and he smoothed back the curls from his son's hot little forehead.

Then he grabbed a broom, not caring whose it was as long as it could fly, and tore back to Draco.

"Get on it now, hurry," he snapped, urgency making his tone harsh. Draco leapt on behind him, forcing Narcissa harshly away from them as she tried to grab her wand back.

"Let me come with you, I'll help, just give me my wand," she implored him, and Draco kicked her in the shoulder, hard. This caused her to fall back, but before the boys had risen far off the ground, she was up again and grasped the corner of Draco's jumper to drag them down again.

"Get off me!" he roared, raising the wand threateningly above his head, but he was unable to shake her off. "I really will kill you."

"Don't fly off without me, don't leave me when he comes," she pleaded, but Draco had no mercy.

Memories of all the years of pain at his father's hand flashed through Draco's mind, pain that his mother had idly watched and sometimes even encouraged. He remembered all the times she'd betrayed him, insulted him, hurt him.

The rage was enough to raise the hand that wasn't steadying the broom 5ft off the ground, and aim his mother's wand directly into her screwed-up face.

"Forgive me, Draco," she begged, tears pouring down her face, and his lip curled.

"No, forgive me," he replied. "Avada Kedavra."

The sun had fully dropped below the horizon by now, and the flash of green light was shockingly bright as it illuminated the scene. The bolt of light hit her body and Narcissa fell to the ground like a stone, eyes glazed over as her head bounced against the grass.

Draco felt himself unable to feel anything. He was engulfed by numbness as he stared down at the fading light over his mother, unrepentant but also not triumphant.

"Good aim, Draco." A familiar voice broke the darkness, and Harry shot the broom up into the air. "Didn't know you had that in you."

Draco's heart thudded and he clutched onto Harry tighter. Neither of them had heard Lucius' arrival, but it was clear what he'd seen.

"You think you're a big boy, do you?" his father called up to him, and Draco shuddered.

"You thought you could reject the Dark Lord's offering to you? Humiliate myself and your poor stupid mother, and flaunt your traitorous actions before the entire Wizarding world?"

The darkness made the whole experience so much more frightening as neither of the boys could see where the man stood - he could be right beneath them, and they wouldn't know.

"And now, you think you can cast the Unforgivable Curses," Lucius continued, his voice eerily calm for someone who had just watched his son kill his wife. "You're man enough for that now? Interesting. You were always such a victim before."

"I was always a child!" Draco corrected him venomously, and shot a Blasting Curse down towards the ground, which narrowly missed his father.

Lucius laughed manically, his first display of anything that could be considered emotion, and Harry felt the danger in the air increase. He pulled Casper protectively closer to his body with his free hand, and steadied the broom with the other.

"And now you're trying to attack me!" Lucius' voice took on a harder edge, though he still sounded amused. "You want a fight, Draco? The Battle of Hogwarts wasn't enough for you?"

"I thought this was what you came for," replied Draco coldly. "You don't know how to relate to me without hurting me, so go ahead. Do your worst."

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a/n: thanks for reading! this is probably not what you'd expect from the fic that's been #1 in the drarryfluff tag for a week haha but i guess that's funny in a sick sort of way

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