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Draco's heart pounded in his ears as he stormed through the hallways towards the Potions' classroom. Students almost scrambled out of the way not wanting to get caught up in his anger.

He could hear Harry's words echoing though his head and to say he was upset was an understatement. Ever since he was a child he had thought of his Uncle Severus as his best friend.

Now he finds out that the man had a whole other life that he had kept a secret. He had decided that he'd keep that woman separate and Draco was going to find out why one way or the other.

"Malfoy, stop," Harry spoke grabbing the Slytherin's wrist and pulling him towards an empty hallway, "You said you wouldn't react badly."

"I did no such thing," Draco growled out pushing the boy away.

"This isn't going to help anything."

"Who said I wanted to help?"

Moving around the black haired man Draco got to the Potions' classroom and threw the door open. Both Spencer and Severus stood in the room near the desk eyes now locked on the blond.

"Hello," Draco snarled glaring at the couple, "You look cozy."

"Sorry," Harry spoke running in after him, "I didn't know he would..."

Snape held his hand up forcing the Gryffindor to fall silent. The older man moved so he was toe to toe with the younger man. The two stood there silently until Draco turned away with a sigh.

"Done?" Severus questioned after a moment.

Draco shrugged his shoulders slightly before falling into one of the chairs. Following the Slytherin's example Harry sat in one of the chairs and watched as his aunt made her way towards them.

For the first time that day he felt like he was seeing her without a mask. She looked like she wanted to cry and that broke his heart. Spencer was too sweet and kind to look that heartbroken.

Green eyes darted towards the Potions' Master taking him in. Snape was a lot harder to figure out than his aunt was, but he looked much closer to the edge of losing it than he normally did.

The students glanced at each other hoping the other saw that there was something wrong. Turning back to the couple they waited impatiently for someone to say anything that explained what was going on.

"What do you think you know?" Severus questioned calmly.

"That you two are living happily ever after," Draco snarked.

"That might be a bit over the time ," Spencer responded with a sad smile.

Harry's eyes widened slightly before they turned to glare at Snape. He should have listened to his instincts when it came to the man, but he had thought that the man had truly loved her.

"Hush, Harry," Spencer soothed, "This isn't the easiest situation for anyone."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.

A soft sigh left the Potions' Masters lips as he turned away. The whole situation felt wrong on so many levels. This was not how Harry thought Snape or Spencer would ever supposed to act.

Harry couldn't say that he truly knew the older Slytherin. Something that he never thought he'd regret. Everything that had happened was being questioned though. It was as if he knew nothing.

"Because he's a Death Eater," Draco answered softly.

"I knew it," Harry shook his head.

"Oh grow up, Potter. War isn't that simple."

Glaring at the blond Harry stood up and made his way to the other side of the table. Slowly Draco stood up looking as if he was more than ready to go up against the Gryffindor.

"Isn't that simple?" Harry spat, "You chose right over wrong. Doesn't seem that hard."

"Whose right, Potter?" Draco started, "Do you..."

"Both of you sit," Spencer cut in.

The teenagers looked at the woman before doing as she told. Spencer shared a half amused look with Snape then turned back to the boys. The amusement faded into something like sadness.

"He's right, Harry," Spencer said brushing his hair from his face, "It's not that simple. Your right might be different from someone else."

"Then how do we know?" Harry questioned.

"Because the Dark Lord is killing innocents for pleasure," Snape answered stepping forward, "Something I had convinced myself I could do when I was only slightly than you. It was a mistake that I have regretted ever since. Also one that I can never go back on."

"Couldn't you..."

"I know too much in the Dark Lord's life for him to ever let me out alive."

Spencer reached out and placed a hand on Snape's shoulder causing him to look at her. It was clear to see the love and adoration the man had for the woman. Even clearer to see how much pain that caused.

"I don't understand why you never told me, Uncle Severus," Draco pouted slightly.

"It's not your job to cover for me, Draco," Snape spoke calmly, "As much as you two hate to admit your both still children. I tried to protect you from this side of the world for as long as I could."

"And I couldn't protect you, Harry," Spencer continued, "I should have been there for you and I wasn't. We can change that though."

"How?" Draco asked crossing his arms.

"I told you I wanted to help you, Draco. Severus and I would love to have you move in with us. As for you, Harry. You can't stay full time, but whenever you can we'd like for you to join us as well."

For a moment Harry thought his head was going to explode. The couple was truly inviting him and Draco to be a part of their family. It felt like a dream come true, but still so odd at the same time.

Taking a deep breath Harry nodded his head as Draco did the same thing. It was something the Gryffindor never thought would happen, but he found that he was more than okay with that.

"Alright," Harry nodded, "Let's do this, Aunt Spencer."