Fic: Homecoming - Part 7

[alisanne]

Title: Homecoming - Part 7
Author: alisanne
Word count: 600
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #7: Cemetery Gates. (At least that's what they look like to me).
Summary: Harry learns the truth.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s): sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 7 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).

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Homecoming - Part 7

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Harry shook his head. “No way. I don’t know you.”

Malfoy sighed. “You do know me,” he said. “Tell me honestly. Don’t you feel as if you can trust me?”

“I—” Harry frowned. It did feel like he had a connection with Malfoy, as if there was something deeper going on. “That’s not the point,” he muttered.

Slowly, Malfoy smiled. “It is, but we can discuss that later, too. If you don’t think you can trust yourself around me—”

Harry sputtered at that.

“—then I suppose I can choose a place. Come on.”

Malfoy steered Harry towards the door of the bookshop.

“Where are we going?” asked Harry once they were back outside. “I’m not going to yours either!”

“What’s the matter?” murmured Malfoy. “Scared, Potter?”

“You wish,” replied Harry without thinking.

Malfoy froze in his tracks, sucking in a breath. “There you are,” he said, smile wider. “I knew you were in there somewhere.”

This was utter madness. Harry began to resist as Malfoy guided him into an alley. “Look, I dunno what you’re playing at, but I need to get back to work, back to my life!”

“And that’s where I’m trying to take you,” said Malfoy. Looking around, he nodded. “This is as private as we’re likely to get around here. Hang on.”

“What—?” All the air seemed to leave Harry’s lungs, squeezed out in a whoosh as the world around them blurred, and just when Harry thought he was surely going to black out, they stopped. “What the fuck?” he spat, gasping for breath.

“We can talk here,” said Malfoy.

Eyes blurry, Harry looked around. “No way,” he said, wiping his eyes, then removing his glasses to wipe them, too. The view didn’t changed when he put them back on, though.

They were no longer in London, instead, they were in the wilds, standing in front of some large metal gates, inside which was… “A cemetery? You brought me to a cemetery?” He shivered. It was much cooler here than in London. And speaking of which… “Where are we and how the fuck did we get here?”

Malfoy hummed. “I guess we can start with the big stuff. We’re in Godric’s Hollow, and we got here by magic. You’re a wizard, Potter.”

Harry shivered again. Those words echoed in his mind, bringing a flash of a dark, rainy night, a giant of a man with a pink umbrella, and a cake— “I’m a what now? And magic doesn’t exist.”

Malfoy sighed. “Right, well, how else do you explain that we were in London and now we’re…not?”

“You’ve hypnotized me.” Harry began backing away from Malfoy. “That must be it.”

“Is that some Muggle thing?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “You are extraordinarily stubborn, Potter. I mean you always have been, but this is ridiculous. Listen to me. Magic is real, I’m a wizard, and so are you.”

And just then, Harry knew he was right, that this was the truth. There had always been something…wrong with his life, something off, and now he knew what it was. “Okay,” he croaked. “Let’s say I believe you. Why don’t I know all this stuff already if I’m a wizard?”

Malfoy nodded. “Finally, the right question. People have been looking for you for ages, so when I bumped into you the other night—” He paused. “No. Let’s start at the beginning. What do you know of your family? Your parents?”

Harry frowned. “They…I dunno, actually. I never knew them. They’re dead.”

“Right.” Malfoy started towards the gates. “Come on. Time to meet them.”

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Part 8 (LJ/IJ/DW)