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The Truth Revealed 05/?? [Draco/Harry, NC-17]
Title: The Truth Revealed
Author: Megan B. Black
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Other Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Blaise/Neville, Greg/Vince, Terry/Ernie, Zacharias/Michael, Fred/George, Bill/Sahara(OFC), Charlie/Fleur, Pansy/Ginny, Remus/Severus, Lucius/Narcissa/Sirius, Rodriguez (Montague)/Theodore, Padma/Parvati, past Severus/Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Alternative universe, out-of-character characters, incest, slash, femmeslash, het, threesomes, original characters, rape and child abuse, violence, language, hurt/comfort, minor character death, mpreg (male pregnancy), fempreg (female pregnancy)
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Summary: Harry goes through some changes over the summer of his 6th year and his new pets – and a few others – reveal some very interesting things.
Word Count: 2,052 words

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When the quintuplet of men entered the Hospital Wing, there was a variety of reactions; Sirius and Remus burst through the door, chest-to-chest and demanding in stereo to see Harry, Dumbledore’s eyes were lacking even the faintest hint of their usual twinkle and he had a slightly forlorn look about him, Lucius was standing next to Severus in the doorway, gaping at Harry’s bed but mostly who was around it, and Severus was staring blankly at the bed, looking as if someone had pushed him all the way from the Great Hall to the Infirmary.

Draco, Ginny and Pansy were all settled around Harry’s bed, Draco holding Harry’s hand and looking more Veelan than ever, ready to wreak his revenge - no, his justice - on the Muggles that done this. Ginny and Pansy sat on the opposite side of the bed, Ginny gripping Harry’s hand tightly and Pansy looking lost, not knowing what exactly she should be doing.

Madame Pomfrey came into the room, took one glance at the five men and sighed. “Accio chairs!” The woman gave the invaders a scolding look before hovering over the bed once more. “If those people -” her voice made the innocent word more of an insult than any profanity she could have uttered. “- weren't Muggles, I daresay You-Know-Who would have them competing for the position of his chief torturers, considering what they’ve done to this boy… He bears all the earmarks of constant beatings and repeated violation, there's minor internal bleeding, he's been starved since he left Hogwarts and he’s suffering from severe exhaustion, both physically and magically - though, how he came by the magical exhaustion I couldn't tell you as school’s just started; but if he’d gone a few more days without coming here, he’d have exhausted his magical reserves and started depending solely on his life energies.”

“I think I know why, Madame Pomfrey. He told us that he uses a cloaking charm constantly when he’s in the company of others. After all, how would the Wizarding World react if they saw him like this? The people would be in a constant state of worry,” Pansy explained, while looking at Harry with understanding in her eyes.

Sirius’ eyes were filled with tears and his face was twisted in rage, but he clenched his fists, keeping his anger to himself. Remus was looking at Severus, whose eyes, despite his best efforts to remain emotionless, were filled with despair, and Remus wrapped his arms around the raven-haired man. “Everything will be alright, Severus; you’ll see.”

Lucius was looking at his son, amazed at the fact that the boy could look so mature and young at the same time; however, the fact that the person his son was making such a fuss over was the Boy-Who-Lived was a much more befuddling fact. “Draco?” His voice sounded weak even to his own ears, and his son turned to look at him in surprise.

“Father,” the silvery blonde-haired boy nodded to his father, smiling faintly. “I’m assuming that you already know, then?” Draco skimmed over Harry’s knuckle with his thumb, gazing lovingly at the sleeping beauty.

“Naturally,” was his only reaction as Lucius sidled up to Sirius and wrapped comforting arms around the distraught man. “Calm down, Sirius love, or you’ll pop a vessel,” Lucius whispered as he placed a soothing kiss just below his lover's ear.

“Harry, my dear boy… Oh, what have I done?” Dumbledore looked old, as if the youth had flown from his face within a matter of minutes. Guilt and despair was written over the headmaster’s pale countenance, as well as rage at both himself and the Dursleys for doing this to the boy that he considered a grandson. “My dear, dear boy… Never again, never again.”

Finally, Severus seemed to break, and he found his voice, though it was very small and feeble. “Oh, Merlin… Please, let this be a bad dream. He’s not lying on that bed; he hasn’t been raped or abused by the family that I let foster him.” The look in Severus’ eyes as he said that could have struck despair into the happiest of souls.

Everyone else in the room turned to look at him, and their rage disappeared for the moment as they realized how badly the Potions Master was dealing with this. “I never should have let those bastards foster him. I never should have made such a pusillanimous choice. Lucius," Severus began to speak. "You have a lot of connections. Can you contact both the Wizarding and Muggle adoption agencies?"

Draco couldn’t even find the strength to be mad at Severus, though he was the one that sent his mate to live with those horrible Muggles. Draco shook his head frantically. “We can’t take this thing to court. The Wizarding World does not need to know about this, and I’m positive Harry feels the same way; otherwise, he wouldn’t have hidden it!”

Severus nodded and, when Draco finished, his eyes showed understanding and his lips pinched together tightly. “Yes, Draco, I suppose you're right. Lucius, I’ll be with you to discuss the terms of the adoptions in a minute. First, I must apologize to Harry.” Draco made room for him as he approached Harry’s bedside; the Potions Master knelt down and placed a kiss upon the raven-haired boy’s forehead. “I’m so sorry, Harry James Potter-Snape. I’ll never let those Muggles get within one hundred feet of you again, if even that.”

“Lucius, come on,” Severus nodded to the elder Malfoy, who bent his head a little to his son in silent farewell. “I’m pretty sure that we could win this case if the Dursleys decide to bring me to court… We do have wizard photos of Harry when he first came to Hogwarts, and by then, he was already malnourished. We even have his Hogwarts letter as evidence! They kept him in a cupboard, for Merlin’s sake…!”

Their voices faded away as they got farther and farther away from the Hospital Wing, leaving Dumbledore sitting a few yards away from Harry’s bed, flinching occasionally whenever Poppy delivered a particularly harsh word - and she had many.

Remus and Sirius, now left without their lovers, shrugged and looked behind them at what was happening; deciding that Harry had more than enough people to take for him in the Hospital Wing, they ran through the doors the same way that they had come in and after their lovers.

~*~*~*~*~
Five hours later…

Harry awoke to silence and his hands being clenched tightly in two strong holds. Glancing to his left, he saw Ginny sitting there in a chair and squeezed her hand. When the redhead didn’t respond, Harry squeezed his other hand and glanced over when he felt the other person make a jerky movement. Then, Harry realized that the person sitting there was Draco Malfoy. So that’s why it felt so peaceful when I woke up, Harry thought as he watched grey eyes open and lock onto his.

“You’re awake,” the blonde stated flatly, blinking. “Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat, if you want.” Draco tilted his head as Harry’s face twisted in a grimace.

“C-can you take me to the bathroom? I’ve got to go, badly.” Draco chuckled at the desperation in Harry’s voice when he said that word and hauled the boy out of his hospital bed.

A mildly alarming growling sounded, Draco gave Harry a considering look. “Hnn… we’ll get you to the loo first, and then we’ll fill your stomach with yummy goodness, alright?”

Harry nodded; smiling up at Draco, the pale boy wrapped his arms around the flaxen-haired wizard. “Okay,” Harry replied, resting his forehead on Draco’s shoulder and snuggling up to the other boy.

The Veela escorted Harry to the necessary, not going inside with the other boy because he didn’t see any need to violate that private moment, and promptly proceeded to glance at his watch every five seconds, his worry increasing with every second that Harry stayed in there. Finally, Draco heard Harry’s voice coming from close behind him. “Can we go get that food, now?”

Draco smiled fondly at the boy in front of him, trying not to upset the boy by frowning – which he felt very much like doing – and he kissed Harry’s cheek. “Of course, love. There’s some in the Infirmary; I’ll warm it up for you,” Draco said as Harry began walking in front of him, just in case he collapsed. Draco yawned; he had been up all night, watching after the dark-haired young man until he awoke to Harry's prompting to find that five hours had passed.

As Draco was fixing Harry’s food, he heard a yawn from behind him and the clanking of glasses hitting the wooden surface next to the bed. Draco put the plate of food on a tray and set it on Harry’s knees. “Open your mouth,” Draco commanded and blinked in surprise when the raven-haired boy did exactly what he had asked. Draco poured a stomach settling draught down Harry’s throat and kissed the boy on the tip of his nose.

Harry made a slight face at the taste, but began to eat his food anyway, taking slow and careful bites; even though he had faith in Snape’s ability to make the draughts, he didn’t know if they took affect immediately.

When Harry was finished eating, Draco took the tray and plate from him; he swished his wand over them and they promptly vanished. Harry smiled a little at the display and yawned again, scooting over to the left a little, and he moved the blanket over to the side, revealing more empty space on the bed. “Sleep with me?”

Draco could hear the inquisitive, and anxious, tone in the other’s voice and he sighed inwardly—he couldn’t deny the boy anything. Draco sat down on the empty place in the bed and lay down. Harry smiled faintly and scooted closer to him. Draco wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and set his head on his shoulder. “Go to sleep, love. You’ll have a lot to talk about in the morning.”

Harry blinked, puzzled, and turned to look at Draco, before he saw that the blonde’s eyes had closed and his breathing had evened out. Harry smiled slightly and kissed Draco’s forehead. “Good night, love.”

Author’s Notes II: I have decided to update this story in smaller parts because the longer the parts, the longer that my little audience will have to wait. Next chapter, The Show Must Go On, Part I, will contain Harry being informed of his adoption and the reason that Sirius, Remus and Lucius are there; also, it will contain the school moving ahead of Harry while he is healing. And the chapter after the next chapter, The Show Must Go On, Part II, will contain Harry getting back into his classes as well as more Harry-Alexander interaction. I hope that everyone caught the little hints that I put into this chapter. Also, sorry folks, the really big DM/HP action will not come until Part II of The Truth Revealed, which won’t be that far away, when Draco comes into his Inheritance. After all, Draco’s Veelan part does not have full control at the moment like Harry’s does, it’s only a lot stronger because of the rage it’s feeling and it’s getting closer to Draco’s birthday. ~thumbs up~