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suki_blueTitle: Parity Transformations
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Eleven years since he ran from Hogwarts and seven years since the end of the war, Draco has moved on. Now in his late twenties, Draco lives a reclusive life in a tiny village in Hampshire. Never in a million years does he expect to cross paths with Harry Potter again. But he does, and there are two, rather small and rather excitable, complications.
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A/N: Compliant with all canon up to HBP so there may be spoilers for any of the first six books. As this fic is already planned out in full, it will not be compliant with book 7 and will therefore contain NO SPOILERS.
Previous Chapters: HERE
Exhausted from a week of uprooting and clearing and overseeing the planting of seven hardy shrubs in Harry’s still somewhat shabby excuse for a garden, Draco put Kasen to bed and settled down to watch television.
It had been too windy to work today and James had a cold, so Draco stayed at home with Kasen and together they painted some pictures and made cheese scones.
Draco clasped a steaming mug of tea in both hands and sank back into the cushions of his favourite armchair. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind whistling past the window.
The last few weeks had been amazing. He felt more content than he had in a long time. He and Harry were getting on like a house on fire and Kasen was happier than he’d ever been before. Not that Kasen was a particularly miserable child, but since James had come into his life, he was chirpier, more talkative and playful. And much naughtier.
The clock on the mantle struck eight. The little brass balls circled underneath the dial and then circled the other way, a gentle gonging providing them with a steady beat. Draco opened his eyes and sipped his tea. He put his feet up on a brown leather pouffe and clicked the remote control. It was time for Antiques Roadshow.
An old lady proudly displayed a collection of chamber pots. The first two were reasonably pretty but Draco’s attention waned when the appraiser turned the third over and explained about corrosion around the inner rim.
Draco had also been to see Severus again. He took Kasen with him, providing his son with a colouring book and crayons to keep him out of mischief. He needn’t have bothered as, upon arrival, Severus presented Kasen with three colouring books, a pack of paints, and a fluffy toy snake that was as long as Kasen was tall.
‘Thank you, Uncle Severussssss,’ Kasen had said, holding up the snake and wiggling it at him.
Draco grinned at the memory of Severus’s sneered, ‘You are most welcome.’
The only issue Draco currently had with Severus was his constant need to nag. It appeared that guilt issues were doing the rounds, and Severus’s constant need to push Draco into coming back to his old world was starting to drive him up the wall.
‘Daddy,’ Kasen said, rubbing at his eyes and clutching his toy snake. ‘Daddy, I’m scared.’
Draco pushed away the pouffe with his feet and sat forward, holding his arms out. ‘What’s the matter? Did you have a nightmare?’
Kasen shook his head and ran into his father’s arms, half tripping over Severus Snake on his way. ‘No. The monster woke me.’
‘What monster?’ Draco asked. He lifted Kasen onto his lap and stroked his messy hair.
‘The monster outside my window.’
‘Oh dear. Would a cuddle make it better?’
Kasen nodded and squashed himself and his snake as close to Draco as he could. ‘Will you make it go away?’
‘Of course I will. I’ll curse it immediately. It’s outside your window, you say?’
‘Right outside. Do it now, Daddy.’
‘All right, but you have to stand guard over my biscuits. Can you do that for me? Can you be brave?’
Kasen nodded again, this time more firmly. When Draco stood and pulled out his wand, Kasen stood in the arm chair with Severus Snake aimed and ready to strike, its cherry red felt tongue dangling dangerously.
‘Careful, Daddy,’ Kasen warned. ‘I could hear it breaking bones. I think it likes to eat them.’
‘Do not fret. I am all powerful. And my bones taste like celery.’
Kasen screwed up his nose. ‘Yuck.’
‘Exactly. I’m perfectly safe.’
Draco searched Kasen’s room and opened the window to look outside. It wasn’t unlike Kasen to imagine a monster or a dragon or the occasional elf, but Draco diligently checked anyway because he knew the one time he didn’t would be the one time an actual, real-life troll would be waiting in the cellar to murder them all while they slept.
He’d even once checked the biscuit barrel when Kasen claimed to have been mauled by a phantom hand.
‘There we go,’ Draco called when he was halfway back down the stairs. ‘I told him to scarper and he did, forked tail between his legs and—’ Draco stopped.
‘Daddy! Was that your bones?!’
Draco listened, his right foot hovering on the next step down but not quite making the connection. ‘Shh,’ he said.
It had been a strange sound and Kasen hadn’t been kidding when he said it sounded like breaking bones.
‘DADDY!’
Draco hurried down the rest of the steps and lifted his tearful son into his arms. ‘It’s all right. It’s not a monster. The monster’s gone.’
‘Then what was that noise?’
‘That was …’ The wind whistled past the window and something cracked in the distance. Draco relaxed, relived and glad to put away the sudden irrational fear that there was a monster waiting outside. ‘It was the wind, Kasen. It’s blowy outside and it’s making the trees sway around. I think perhaps some of the branches are breaking.’
‘Breaking bones?!’
‘No, just breaking, sweetheart.’
‘Okay.’ But Kasen still seemed worried. He had that shifty look that either meant he was planning a chocolate attack or he was scared. ‘Can we sleep down here tonight?’
Draco agreed and fetched the duvet from his bed. It wasn’t all that late, but an early night wouldn’t hurt. Besides which, it was terribly late for Kasen. Draco switched off the light and muted the television and together they slept in its dim, flickering glow.
Crack!
Startled from sleep, Draco opened his eyes and blinked up at the darkened ceiling. He lifted his head but couldn’t make out the time by the clock on the mantle. The satellite signal had gone out again, the blue screen casting a cobalt blush across the room.
Kasen was still fast asleep, his fingers curled tightly around the fabric of Draco’s shirt. Draco stroked his hair and listened to the wind pick up and up and up.
The moment of genuine worry came when the wind rattled the window and made a noise like a rushing train. Draco’s brain started to develop concerning questions. Had he closed the shed door? Had he put all his tools away from yesterday? Had he put away the patio furniture? Had he properly secured the plant urns? Had he brought Kasen’s tricycle indoors? Had he fastened the upstairs window shutters …?
Damn it, he hadn’t brought Kasen’s bike inside. Draco carefully moved his son to the side and climbed over him. He had to get that bike, right now, or he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Kasen stirred but didn’t wake, so Draco crept to the front door and hoped to Merlin the bike was still on the porch and not halfway down the street. In the pose of a cautious safe-cracker, Draco removed the chain from the door and twisted the bolt and then the key. He glanced over at Kasen and then eased the door open.
Or at least he tried to ease the door open.
The wind took control and the door plus Draco, who was still hanging on to the latch, collided back against the wall.
‘Wha’ that?’ Kasen cried. He got to his feet and peered fearfully over the top of the sofa.
‘It’s all right. It’s only me. Just me. No monster.’ Draco pushed against the door in a struggle to shut it. The wind rushed into the house and whistled like a demonic kettle. Kasen scampered across the floor and tried his best to help.
‘Windy,’ Kasen said when the door was finally closed.
‘Very.’
‘Scary.’
‘There’s nothing to be scared of.’
‘But what if all the trees fall down?’
‘The trees aren’t going to—’
Crack!
‘—fall down.’
‘It’s the monster!’
‘No, no, there’s no monster. I promise. Go and get back under the duvet. I’ll make us both a nice hot chocolate. ’
‘Do monsters like hot chocolate?’ Kasen asked.
‘They detest it. They run for miles at the slightest sniff of it.’
‘Make loads!’
Draco made the hot chocolate and then switched on all the lights when it looked like Kasen wasn’t going back to sleep. Not that Draco could blame him. The wind continued to crank up and up and Draco started to get seriously concerned. The Leylandii tree in the front garden was easily 40ft high and with its thin trunk and shallow roots it was not the most stable of trees. Draco cursed himself for not having it removed long ago. It was a horrible tree anyway and it attracted far too many damnable squirrels.
Rain lashed against the window pain, the clock struck two and the lights went out.
‘It’s just a power cut,’ Draco said, rubbing Kasen’s back and casting Lumos! He lit a few church candles on the mantle and a bowl of tea-lights on the coffee table.
‘Daddy, will you get Izzy and Wizzy?’
Kasen’s beloved fish. Draco’s heart sank. ‘I don’t think I can lift the tank, Kasen. I don’t think I’m supposed to. I’m sure they’re fine where they are. You know how much they love your bedroom.’
Kasen’s eyes filled with tears. ‘But … they’re scared. Just like me.’
Draco got the distinct feeling he was being played. On the other hand, Kasen was genuinely concerned for his fish.
‘Please, Daddy.’
With a sigh, Draco stood and carefully pondered his options. The tank was too heavy to lift, but maybe Izzy and Wizzy wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the night in a jam jar.
It was a good idea, Draco conceded, so he fetched one of his many empty jars that he’d been saving for the homemade jam he’d never got around to making, and made his way to Kasen’s bedroom, jar and candle in hand.
The rain was thunderous against the window, surging with disconcerting force and running down the pane in waves. Draco hurried over to the tank and dipped the jar inside. He caught Wizzy easily enough but Izzy was a smart fish and he evaded the encapsulating jar to the beat of Draco’s colourful language.
Crack!
Draco looked up at the window and the blackness outside. ‘Oh, Merlin.’
Crack!
Draco hesitated then plunged the jar in the tank once more and scooped up Izzy first go. He backed away sharply, his eyes wide, afraid to turn his back to the window.
CRACK!
He did turn then, one hand clutching the jar and the other arm shielding his face as the window shattered and showered him with glass and rain. The wall collapsed and Draco glimpsed Kasen’s bed disappearing under a mass of tangled branches. Then the branches were coming down on him. Draco turned and ran.
He didn’t get far.
A weight slammed down on his back and Draco fell face first. He twisted as he went down and landed on his side. He felt an incredible pain in his shoulder and then there was nothing.
TBC …
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Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Eleven years since he ran from Hogwarts and seven years since the end of the war, Draco has moved on. Now in his late twenties, Draco lives a reclusive life in a tiny village in Hampshire. Never in a million years does he expect to cross paths with Harry Potter again. But he does, and there are two, rather small and rather excitable, complications.
Beta done by
amejisuto. Thank you, darling.A/N: Compliant with all canon up to HBP so there may be spoilers for any of the first six books. As this fic is already planned out in full, it will not be compliant with book 7 and will therefore contain NO SPOILERS.
Previous Chapters: HERE
Exhausted from a week of uprooting and clearing and overseeing the planting of seven hardy shrubs in Harry’s still somewhat shabby excuse for a garden, Draco put Kasen to bed and settled down to watch television.
It had been too windy to work today and James had a cold, so Draco stayed at home with Kasen and together they painted some pictures and made cheese scones.
Draco clasped a steaming mug of tea in both hands and sank back into the cushions of his favourite armchair. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind whistling past the window.
The last few weeks had been amazing. He felt more content than he had in a long time. He and Harry were getting on like a house on fire and Kasen was happier than he’d ever been before. Not that Kasen was a particularly miserable child, but since James had come into his life, he was chirpier, more talkative and playful. And much naughtier.
The clock on the mantle struck eight. The little brass balls circled underneath the dial and then circled the other way, a gentle gonging providing them with a steady beat. Draco opened his eyes and sipped his tea. He put his feet up on a brown leather pouffe and clicked the remote control. It was time for Antiques Roadshow.
An old lady proudly displayed a collection of chamber pots. The first two were reasonably pretty but Draco’s attention waned when the appraiser turned the third over and explained about corrosion around the inner rim.
Draco had also been to see Severus again. He took Kasen with him, providing his son with a colouring book and crayons to keep him out of mischief. He needn’t have bothered as, upon arrival, Severus presented Kasen with three colouring books, a pack of paints, and a fluffy toy snake that was as long as Kasen was tall.
‘Thank you, Uncle Severussssss,’ Kasen had said, holding up the snake and wiggling it at him.
Draco grinned at the memory of Severus’s sneered, ‘You are most welcome.’
The only issue Draco currently had with Severus was his constant need to nag. It appeared that guilt issues were doing the rounds, and Severus’s constant need to push Draco into coming back to his old world was starting to drive him up the wall.
‘Daddy,’ Kasen said, rubbing at his eyes and clutching his toy snake. ‘Daddy, I’m scared.’
Draco pushed away the pouffe with his feet and sat forward, holding his arms out. ‘What’s the matter? Did you have a nightmare?’
Kasen shook his head and ran into his father’s arms, half tripping over Severus Snake on his way. ‘No. The monster woke me.’
‘What monster?’ Draco asked. He lifted Kasen onto his lap and stroked his messy hair.
‘The monster outside my window.’
‘Oh dear. Would a cuddle make it better?’
Kasen nodded and squashed himself and his snake as close to Draco as he could. ‘Will you make it go away?’
‘Of course I will. I’ll curse it immediately. It’s outside your window, you say?’
‘Right outside. Do it now, Daddy.’
‘All right, but you have to stand guard over my biscuits. Can you do that for me? Can you be brave?’
Kasen nodded again, this time more firmly. When Draco stood and pulled out his wand, Kasen stood in the arm chair with Severus Snake aimed and ready to strike, its cherry red felt tongue dangling dangerously.
‘Careful, Daddy,’ Kasen warned. ‘I could hear it breaking bones. I think it likes to eat them.’
‘Do not fret. I am all powerful. And my bones taste like celery.’
Kasen screwed up his nose. ‘Yuck.’
‘Exactly. I’m perfectly safe.’
Draco searched Kasen’s room and opened the window to look outside. It wasn’t unlike Kasen to imagine a monster or a dragon or the occasional elf, but Draco diligently checked anyway because he knew the one time he didn’t would be the one time an actual, real-life troll would be waiting in the cellar to murder them all while they slept.
He’d even once checked the biscuit barrel when Kasen claimed to have been mauled by a phantom hand.
‘There we go,’ Draco called when he was halfway back down the stairs. ‘I told him to scarper and he did, forked tail between his legs and—’ Draco stopped.
‘Daddy! Was that your bones?!’
Draco listened, his right foot hovering on the next step down but not quite making the connection. ‘Shh,’ he said.
It had been a strange sound and Kasen hadn’t been kidding when he said it sounded like breaking bones.
‘DADDY!’
Draco hurried down the rest of the steps and lifted his tearful son into his arms. ‘It’s all right. It’s not a monster. The monster’s gone.’
‘Then what was that noise?’
‘That was …’ The wind whistled past the window and something cracked in the distance. Draco relaxed, relived and glad to put away the sudden irrational fear that there was a monster waiting outside. ‘It was the wind, Kasen. It’s blowy outside and it’s making the trees sway around. I think perhaps some of the branches are breaking.’
‘Breaking bones?!’
‘No, just breaking, sweetheart.’
‘Okay.’ But Kasen still seemed worried. He had that shifty look that either meant he was planning a chocolate attack or he was scared. ‘Can we sleep down here tonight?’
Draco agreed and fetched the duvet from his bed. It wasn’t all that late, but an early night wouldn’t hurt. Besides which, it was terribly late for Kasen. Draco switched off the light and muted the television and together they slept in its dim, flickering glow.
Crack!
Startled from sleep, Draco opened his eyes and blinked up at the darkened ceiling. He lifted his head but couldn’t make out the time by the clock on the mantle. The satellite signal had gone out again, the blue screen casting a cobalt blush across the room.
Kasen was still fast asleep, his fingers curled tightly around the fabric of Draco’s shirt. Draco stroked his hair and listened to the wind pick up and up and up.
The moment of genuine worry came when the wind rattled the window and made a noise like a rushing train. Draco’s brain started to develop concerning questions. Had he closed the shed door? Had he put all his tools away from yesterday? Had he put away the patio furniture? Had he properly secured the plant urns? Had he brought Kasen’s tricycle indoors? Had he fastened the upstairs window shutters …?
Damn it, he hadn’t brought Kasen’s bike inside. Draco carefully moved his son to the side and climbed over him. He had to get that bike, right now, or he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Kasen stirred but didn’t wake, so Draco crept to the front door and hoped to Merlin the bike was still on the porch and not halfway down the street. In the pose of a cautious safe-cracker, Draco removed the chain from the door and twisted the bolt and then the key. He glanced over at Kasen and then eased the door open.
Or at least he tried to ease the door open.
The wind took control and the door plus Draco, who was still hanging on to the latch, collided back against the wall.
‘Wha’ that?’ Kasen cried. He got to his feet and peered fearfully over the top of the sofa.
‘It’s all right. It’s only me. Just me. No monster.’ Draco pushed against the door in a struggle to shut it. The wind rushed into the house and whistled like a demonic kettle. Kasen scampered across the floor and tried his best to help.
‘Windy,’ Kasen said when the door was finally closed.
‘Very.’
‘Scary.’
‘There’s nothing to be scared of.’
‘But what if all the trees fall down?’
‘The trees aren’t going to—’
Crack!
‘—fall down.’
‘It’s the monster!’
‘No, no, there’s no monster. I promise. Go and get back under the duvet. I’ll make us both a nice hot chocolate. ’
‘Do monsters like hot chocolate?’ Kasen asked.
‘They detest it. They run for miles at the slightest sniff of it.’
‘Make loads!’
Draco made the hot chocolate and then switched on all the lights when it looked like Kasen wasn’t going back to sleep. Not that Draco could blame him. The wind continued to crank up and up and Draco started to get seriously concerned. The Leylandii tree in the front garden was easily 40ft high and with its thin trunk and shallow roots it was not the most stable of trees. Draco cursed himself for not having it removed long ago. It was a horrible tree anyway and it attracted far too many damnable squirrels.
Rain lashed against the window pain, the clock struck two and the lights went out.
‘It’s just a power cut,’ Draco said, rubbing Kasen’s back and casting Lumos! He lit a few church candles on the mantle and a bowl of tea-lights on the coffee table.
‘Daddy, will you get Izzy and Wizzy?’
Kasen’s beloved fish. Draco’s heart sank. ‘I don’t think I can lift the tank, Kasen. I don’t think I’m supposed to. I’m sure they’re fine where they are. You know how much they love your bedroom.’
Kasen’s eyes filled with tears. ‘But … they’re scared. Just like me.’
Draco got the distinct feeling he was being played. On the other hand, Kasen was genuinely concerned for his fish.
‘Please, Daddy.’
With a sigh, Draco stood and carefully pondered his options. The tank was too heavy to lift, but maybe Izzy and Wizzy wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the night in a jam jar.
It was a good idea, Draco conceded, so he fetched one of his many empty jars that he’d been saving for the homemade jam he’d never got around to making, and made his way to Kasen’s bedroom, jar and candle in hand.
The rain was thunderous against the window, surging with disconcerting force and running down the pane in waves. Draco hurried over to the tank and dipped the jar inside. He caught Wizzy easily enough but Izzy was a smart fish and he evaded the encapsulating jar to the beat of Draco’s colourful language.
Crack!
Draco looked up at the window and the blackness outside. ‘Oh, Merlin.’
Crack!
Draco hesitated then plunged the jar in the tank once more and scooped up Izzy first go. He backed away sharply, his eyes wide, afraid to turn his back to the window.
CRACK!
He did turn then, one hand clutching the jar and the other arm shielding his face as the window shattered and showered him with glass and rain. The wall collapsed and Draco glimpsed Kasen’s bed disappearing under a mass of tangled branches. Then the branches were coming down on him. Draco turned and ran.
He didn’t get far.
A weight slammed down on his back and Draco fell face first. He twisted as he went down and landed on his side. He felt an incredible pain in his shoulder and then there was nothing.
TBC …
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