Authors' Note: Oh my goodness!!! We are SO SO SO SO sorry you guys!! This chapter has been done since like... last November and we didn't realize that we never published it!! Please please accept our sincerest apologies. Also, the next chapter is almost done! Again, we are so sorry! Love, Racheesi and IvySnowe

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Warning: Boy loveth boy. Frequently :)

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Blaise woke up once again in his bed in Safe Haven. His first thought, unsurprisingly, was "Sweet Merlin, what happened now?"

Sirius sat up straight and let out a relieved sigh.

"Good, you're finally awake. We were worried about you, there was some force behind that spell."

"What happened?" he repeated his question out loud, noticing the distinct lack of Harry in the room.

"Harry happened," Sirius winced, "He shot off a Stupefy at Aiden to stop him from getting to you, but you kind of got between the spell and the scum."

"Is that why my knee hurts again?"

"Eh no." Sirius mumbled, "That one was Aiden."

"Oh my god. Aiden! What happened? Is everyone alright?"

Sirius sat on the edge of Blaise's bed and looked down. "The rest of us took care of everyone, except Aiden."

"And Aiden? Where is Harry? Is he alright? What happened?!?" Blaise was growing frantic with worry.

"Blaise," Sirius said, "Harry's alright... I suppose."

"Fucking Hell, Sirius, stop dancing around it and tell me what happened!"

Sirius just nodded hesitantly at Blaise's outburst.

"Aiden's dead. Harry got him."

"What?" the younger male's voice was hushed, "H-how?"

"Killing Curse." Sirius muttered.

It was silent as Blaise processed Sirius' words.

"Where is he?"

"Blaise, you need to stay in bed."

"Where. Is. He.?" Blaise hissed.

Sirius sighed. "He's in his room."

Blaise immediately got up to walk to Harry's room. As soon as he tried to take a step on his bad leg, he fell back into the bed. "Give me my wand. Give me my wand, damn it!!" As soon as Sirius silently passed him his wand, he transfigured his chair into a crutch and made his way over to Harry's room.

"Harry," he called through the door when he tried it the knob and discovered it was locked, "Let me in, please." He wiggled the doorknob a bit more, then mumbled a quick "Alohomora" and let himself in. His heart broke at the sight of Harry sleeping in his bed, curled up and looking as though he hadn't been out of his room in days. Blaise crawled into the bed next to Harry just as the boy woke up.

"Blaise..." he mumbled pitifully.

"Hey." Blaise cut him off, kissing him on the forehead and wrapping his arms tight around him. "I love you."

Harry leaned into Blaise's body, seeking comfort and, although he hadn't received any so far, accusations.

"I love you too." he murmured, losing himself to the feel of the other's body warm and loving against his own.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, alright?"

"Alright. But you don't hate me, right?"

"Of course not. Sleep."

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Blaise decided to head downstairs the next morning to see how things were with the others, before Harry went down.

Hermione gave him a tired smile when he entered the kitchen. The others who were conscious enough to do so, did as well.

"How's Harry?" she asked quietly

"We didn't really talk about it. He needed to sleep."

"Well, yeah." Hermione replied.

"What do you mean by that?" Blaise asked, confused.

"You were out for 3 days."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. And Harry couldn't sleep at all those three days. He knew he killed Aiden and he thought he had killed you. When he was awake, he was screaming. When he tried to sleep, he just woke up, screaming. I'm surprised if he can even talk."

Blaise sat there, stunned.

"I think he's alright to come down now," he replied after a few moments, filled with the sound of the others eating.

"I hope so, we're all really worried about him."

"You don't know the half of it..."

"You should maybe try and talk to him alone first."

"That's probably a good idea..."

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Blaise knocked on the doorframe lightly as he entered the room again. "Harry, love. You are going to be okay. I promise."

Harry gazed at his boyfriend, apprehension and trust in his eyes.

"They won't.."

"No. Come on. Everyone's worried about you." The shorter of the two stood from his position on the bed and followed Blaise out of the room and down the stairs. He clutched at the hems of his longsleeved shirt, as they made there way into the kitchen. All eyes turned to them.

"Hi." Harry muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Hermione let out a small sob and wrapped her arms around Harry. "It's ok, Harry. Really."

Harry didn't cry once in Hermione's embrace, but his breath came out in silent shudderings, before he pulled away and went to Blaise who was waiting quietly to the side.

"Please don't hate me." Harry whispered, a single tear escaping.

"I love you. Alright? I. Love. You."

"You shouldn't. He hurt you and he was evil, and Merlin help me, I don't regret killing him. And that's what makes it so bad."

Sirius took the opportunity to stand up. "Harry. Come with me. I need to show you something..."

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Harry was led up to his Godfather's bedroom and motioned for Harry and Blaise to sit on the bed as he opened a drawer and lifted out an object that Harry was familiar with.

"I'm sure you both know what this is, and what it does, so we'll skip that part. Harry, I want to show you something that I know you didn't notice. Blaise, this is to fill you in, so to speak." Without another word, Sirius leaned forward and was soon lost in a memory. After sharing a hesitant look, Harry and then Blaise followed suit.

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Blaise had fallen to the ground, unconsious. Harry had to look behind him at the real Blaise to make sure it was only the memory. He moved closer to the Harry from the memory. Everything seemed so much quicker when it was actually happening. What Harry saw next in his eyes surprised him, as he yelled the spell that would kill Aiden Malfoy.

He expected his eyes to be full of hatred and anger, but instead he recognized the extreme love and protection he felt for Blaise as he said the spell.

As fast as they were into Sirius' memory, they were back out. Blaise stepped quietly out of the room, not wanting to intrude on the godfather/godson moment.

"Harry, any very strong emotion can back the... that spell. You are not a hateful person." Sirius said quietly.

"I am though, Sirius! I wanted to hurt him, to kill him for doing that to Blaise!" Harry shot back, standing suddenly from his seat on the bed.

"No! Harry, you're not! Yes, you wanted to hurt him, but you did it out of your love and need to protect Blaise, not out of any real need to hurt someone, to kill them for no reason! There's a difference, Harry!"

"No there isn't! I killed someone, Sirius! I'm not better than Voldemort!"

The last few words seemed to hang heavily in the air, as the two stood in shock. Harry for finally admitting what he was thinking and Sirius for the sudden realization hitting him, leaving him breathless. He had hoped that Harry wouldn't think that, but it seemed his hoping was all for naught.

Sirius sighed. "Harry. Sit down. During the first war, your parents and I... and the rest of the Order. We killed a lot of Death Eaters. We didn't do it out of hate. That is why they kill. We protect the people we love. Love and hate, Harry. That's the difference between you and Voldemort. That is what makes you so much more than him."

Harry looked at Sirius, accepting what the other said, understanding that his parents and their friends had been through the same thing themselves, and yet they were still good people. He took a shuddering breath and stood straight, once again looking the part of the Gryffindor Hero, and this time actually embracing it.

"You alright now?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah. I'm better. I'll be better."

"Good."

They both stood quietly together, enjoying their shared moment, before Sirius broke the comfortable silence.

"How much do you want to bet that Blaise is staring at the door right now, wishing for it to open?"

Harry smiled and shook his head.

"No. He's probably in the kitchen or the library pretending that he's not concerned while glancing at the door and waiting for me to walk through it."

"I'll bet you five Galleons."

"You're on."

The two left the room and Sirius scowled when Blaise wasn't waiting outside the room for Harry, who just smirked and went up to the library after first checking the kitchen and discovering Blaise wasn't there. His smirk turned into a full fledged grin when he saw Blaise practically staring at the door and jumping up when the Gryffindor walked through. Sirius pouted and dug in his pockets for the five galleons, placing them in Harry's hand.

The second Harry put the galleons in his pocket, he stepped into Blaise's waiting arms. Everything was quiet and warm when Blaise whispered in Harry's ear.

"Half of that is mine, you know."

Harry shivered slightly, before raising an eyebrow and pulling back to look him in the eye.

"What's mine is yours, Blaise, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Bloody sap."

"Like you're any better."

"Ugh. Both of you. Get a room." Hermione grumbled.

"No problem, Granger." Blaise and Harry happily obliged.

The others watched them leave the room, some in amusement, but mostly in awe.

"Those two are really lucky to be getting so much." George voiced, his twin nodding in agreement.

Ron shivered. "Like I really need the image of ANY of you having sex."

"By golly, Fred. I am insulted. I do think I look rather good naked."

"I do too!"

"Well, I would assume so."

"Oh?"

"Well if you look anything like me-"

"And I do... Oh. Yes. Twins. Identical."

Ron just continued to shiver while everyone else tried not to picture anything in their heads, not wanting to be scarred for life.

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