littleblackbow (littleblackbow) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2008-12-17 04:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: littleblackbow, dec16, fandom: harry potter, prompt16, year: 2008 |
Day16, Harry Potterverse, DM/GL, "Visiting Relations"
Title: Visiting Relations
Author: littleblackbow
Word Count: Short
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: DM/GL
Rating: PG-13
Previous Chapters:
"The Scrooge of My Existence"
"Red bows"
"What is That?"
"It's About Time"
"Always Deeper"
"Spicier"
"In the Calm of the Cold"
"A Vow off the Cuff"
"Many Happy Returns"
"An Important Gift"
"An Important Gift: Part II"
"You are Mine"
"Party of Two"
"Always Deeper II"
"Pure, Unadulterated, Pointless Fluff"
"Mother? Have you seen Gilderoy this morning?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yes, he went out."
"Out? Where? Did he say where he was going?"
"I think he said he was going to go visit his mother."
"..."
"Is something the matter?"
"Mother, he doesn't know who his mother was, and... she's been dead for sixteen years."
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Draco had looked for him almost everywhere. He started at St. Mungo's, reckoning that he'd probably start there if he was going to look for his mother. After he convinced one of the witches there to give him Mr. Lockhart's home address, he went out there to look for the man. Unfortunately, nobody had been there for years.
He checked Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, even though of going so far as Hogsmeade or Godric's Hollow to look for him, but instead he decided to go home and try something else.
"Pipsy!" Draco called out. "Pipsy, can you take me to wherever it is Mr. Lockhart is right now?"
"Ooh, Yes, Mr. Draco, Sir. Pipsy can!"
Draco waited. "Well, get on with it."
"Oh, you mean now, sir? Yes, Mr. Draco, Sir." She smoothed down the doily she was wearing and tugged on the hem of Draco's cloak.
Suddenly, they weren't inside at all, but out in the snow. In a graveyard.
Gilderoy was laying in the snow.
"Shit!" Draco darted to his side and picked him up. "God, you're stupid sometimes," he whispered, brushing the snow off of the man's face. At least Lockhart had the sense to wear his full winter get-up, complete with mittens, hooded cloak, scarf, and fuzzy boots.
As he turned Gilderoy back toward Pipsy, he looked at the name on the headstone. "Henrietta Lockhart"
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He settled Gilderoy in with a blanket and a cup of cocoa in front of the fireplace.
"I don't remember her."
"I know."
"That means there's no way of knowing if she even existed or not. Well, of course, there's that. The stone."
"I'm sure someone remembers her."
"I don't."
"I know."
"And... and... um, I don't have any other family."
Draco froze for a moment. Lockhart was a good wizarding name. He assumed that Gilderoy was of good, wizarding upbringing based on that name alone. However, if it was his mother's name, and he didn't have a father.
All of a sudden, this changed everything. Gilderoy could have been of mixed blood. He could have been anything for all he knew.
"I wanted to visit family today. I wanted... wanted to..."
The way he was hunched over in that blanket, barely keeping himself together, having let all of his façade fall away, nearly broke Draco. This wasn't about the man's blood purity. It wasn't about lineage or proper upbringing anymore.
Here, sitting next to him was the man he loved. And the man he loved was in pain.
"You have me," Draco said, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. Gilderoy's cocoa fell to the floor. "And you have my family."