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Chapter Seven

Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes. The O.W.L.s were upon them, and he had a nasty headache from a mix of studying and his medicine. He and Draco had advanced in their relationship, but it was still modest. Harry was still skittish around touch, and when they snogged, he would bolt if the Draman tried to lay him on his back.

"Harry, what's going to happen this summer?" Draco asked the night before the testing. He was laying on a leather chaise with his boyfriend laying across him.

"Dunno. Probably going to be going through more chemo and such. Depends on how my testing comes back in two weeks." Harry locked gazes with the blond. The two shared an intense, but sweet kiss. "I'm slowly losing my heart to you, Draco Malfoy."

"I've already given you, mine." A small dusting of pink appeared on Harry's cheeks. "I'm glad you gave me a chance."

"Me too." The two looked up as Sirius and Remus walked in the door followed by Darius. They were arguing, nearly shouting. "What's going on?"

"Someone had the gall to suggest to the minister that I'm not a fit guardian." Darius growled, stalking to his liquor cabinet. Harry frowned, watching as the man swallowed a shot of firewhiskey before relaxing. "Lucius Malfoy has petition for custody."

"Hell no! Who better to take care of me than my healer?"

"I can say that my father is a Death Eater who got away with things. He won't be getting Harry." Draco growled, arms tightening on Harry's waist. Harry buried his head in the older teen's chest.

"This is the Custody Hearing of Harry J. Potter!" Said Amelia Bones, glancing at Harry. "Will the petitioner raise?" Lucius did as told, smirking, but also glaring at his son. Draco was seated beside Harry. "There has been a request of veritaserum. Do you accept this request?"

"I do not see a reason to do so." The blond sneered slightly.

"Not even when it is your own son who questions your motives?" Amelia asked, a fine eyebrow raising.

"No, not even then." Harry winced, clutching onto Draco. The blond kept hold of his hand as he stood.

"I contest! My father hates Harry! Plus, I cannot date Harry if we are made brothers! I'm a Draman, it runs in the family. Harry is my mate." Amelia's eyes narrowed.

"Choice is overruled. The contested must take the veritaserum." The auror adminishered the potion. "What is your name?"

"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy."

"How old are you?"

"Forty years old."

"Why is it you wish to adopt Harry J. Potter?"

"To hand him over to my Lord." Gasps could be heard through the court.

"Who is your Lord?" Fudge demanded angrily.

"The Dark Lord Voldemort." The man was stunned by multiple aurors.

"Mr. Potter, I am-" Fudge started, but the Potter-Cyneric heir glared.

"Fuck off! I'm sick of you trying to get into my life! Leave me alone, or I'll contact the Cynerics!" The man paled.

"How did you find out-" Harry felt his mouth fall open in shock before he growled, his glamour falling. His eyes flashed brightly in the dim lighting.

"You will leave him alone, Fudge!" Draco growled, yanking Harry back before he could attack the man. "Come on, love. Lets get back. We have our Charms O.W.L.s in an hour." Within minutes of leaving the ministry, Hermione was babbling away at Harry, giving him last minute reminders.

Their testing ended the day before Harry's check up. All of his friends, family, and boyfriend were waiting on the news their nerves set to high as Darius stumbled through the door with a smile on his face.

"It went into remission!" Harry couldn't stop the happy sobs that escaped as his loved ones cheered. Draco held him close, whispering sweet nothings. He hiccuped as he calmed down, leaning into his boyfriend's hold. The others watched in amusement as he fell asleep. "He's changing so fast from the little kid that I knew. It took me years to be able to even touch his hand." Draco smiled.

"Love changes people. I should know." The others snickered. "I want to take him to America or Australia this year. A clause that the first Malfoy made was that should the heir are not disinherited, then if the current head Malfoy gets incarcerated, then the title of lord falls to his heir." Draco gave a wolfish grin. "It insured most Malfoys to stay true Slytherins." The aniphyr muttered something in his sleep, snuggling close to Draco. "When will his vampire side awaken?"

"This summer, on his birthday. Hopefully it will purge the cancer from his system. Vampires may not be immortal, but they can't become sick. I did research. Most aniphyrs that are born with their anihuman side first, tend to have a fatal illness. Not always treatable and die before they reach sixteen."

"Like Harry nearly did?" Hermione whispered sadly. Draco ran a hand through black tresses.

"Well, now he can live his life. We'll defeat Voldemort, and then everyone can shove off." Draco said, glaring at the fire. His looks softened when his mate snuggled closer.

"You're right, and he won't be alone." Severus said softly, glancing about the room. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Luna, Neville, Seamus, and Lavender were speaking to themselves, smiling like loons. Remus and Sirius were speaking in hushed tones, hands held fast together. The potions master glanced at the man leaning against the wall next to him. "He has everyone in this room, and quite a few others outside of it as well. He will never be alone again."