luius nodded his o and onjured a hair to drao’s bed. drao’s eyes fluttered losed as a lan to fill the room.
“tell me why y my son,
i kened like everyone,
is it the thuhe distane you fear?
will it help if i say very near?
i am here.”
it beame obvious that drao was fightie of the song, but in the middle of the horus a seond time his breathihe breathing of one asleep. luius begahird and st verse and horus ier voie, so as not to awaken drao.
“tell me why y my son.
is there a seret you an’t tell anyone?
do you kha are wise?
bsp;you see what we all must disguise
thr eyes?
and if you take my hand my son,
all hen the day is done.
and if you take my hand my son my son,
all hen the day is done.”
harry and drao found themselves bak ihe fire dimming to old embers. harry looked over at drao to see oear make its way down his fae.
harry leaned over a off with his thumb, his around drao’s waist. “i think i know why your father put those partiur memories in the pensive,” he whispered.
“why?”
“voldemort is a legimens, and a very good ohose memories are o your father onsidered so preious to him, he ouldhought of v them. so he kept them safe.”
&raio hogwarts was more silent than the ohe shool, with both harry and drao bak in the nwarts unifazed out the window as the train took them loser ahe shool. after he’d heked in with dumbledore, he would have to begin his shool work. he had the rest of today and all of tomorrow to finish all the assigs that he’d missed friday and all that he would miss on monday. he would rial inonveniene him as narissa so obviously was trying to do.
this was suh a mess. he had to gain his iao. it wasn’t just malfoy manor, or the m that he had won over narissa bk. his father had promised him everythi remember it himself, but seeihe peo narissa, losing his iane, he would lose his father’s promise. in essene, he would be throwing that away. and he would not do that…he ould not do that. but if it ame down to it, would he allow himself to go the route of e just for that?
drao’s eyes losed as he immersed himself deep in thought. he’d have to win. not only for himself, not only for his father. if he didn’t wihen he would have nothing, would have to stay with his godfather. and harry would have to stay with him, the veriae bond would make that happen. but for harry to stay that lose to snape would make him vulnerable. voldemort would ht to him.
drao respeted his godfather, maybe eve times if that were possible, but he did not knodfather’s loyalties y in the approahi risk harry’s life if his giveo obey voldemort. a risk his godfather’s life were his godfather to defy voldemort. no, the only rotet both of them his iane.
but e? even as a…st resort? e shouldn’t be used in suh a areless way. if he were to propose to harry…or anyone really, he’d want it to be real. heart and soul iever heart and soul he possessed. would harry realize that if he were th with it? would he uand ould he treat it as ahat he had t it away when drao tureen?
drao’s thoughts returwo bands of gold that had sat omfortably on their silken pillow when he’d looked at them the night before. i finally realize what you meant father, when you said that. ‘if i hoose to”…i ould keep my ontat with harry to a minimum if i hoose to. i did route the i’m shifted. what would you think, father, if i were to ask you for permission to propose e to harry potter? would you ugh? i think you would. you saw it omihen…yes, even when i was eleven years old ao beome friends with him…you k long ago. but you old me. you never pushed me into it. you let me deal with it, not minding that i never one asked you for advie. now i wish for your ounil ahere to give it to me. if i hoose to…it was always my hoie, wasn’t it? it just took me this lo. i’m going to ask my godfather for permission in your pe. he wohe dark lord, will he? i don’t think he will. you would aken him into your onfiderustworthy. it would be too gerous for harry to live under his roof, but it will er for him to py your role in this, i think. unless, of ourse, he does not give me permission. but we shall see ens, won’t we?
and as drao drifted off to sleep, lulled by the movemerain, his haouh the two shruems i: his father’s pehe box that held the malfs.
chapter 35: trial by heart
of all the things professor severus so hear drao ask him duriire lifetime, this was hem.
“why in merlin’s name would you ask suh a question?” he asked, partly in shok, and partly hoping that drao was not serious in having an answer. “and why, also, would you ask my opinion?”
“it’s very simple, gally, yuardian, and that makes you my autor, so i have to have your approval.”
snape sighed. “drao, this kind o