At breakfast the following morning, Lucius, Severus, James, Frank, and Neville found themselves surprised by the absence of Harry and Draco. Over the last few days, those two boys had always been the first ones awake, but now, they were still in the blue room, not yet ready to face the world.

"They're really scuffed up, Papa." Neville explained, moving his cereal glumly back and forth in the bowl.

"What do you mean?" Frank asked, not liking the way his son seemed so gloomy.

"Bruises, black-eyes, dried blood... They fought. Harshly." The dark-haired boy continued, meeting his father's eyes sadly.

"If your son laid a finger on mine, James, I swear..." Lucius interjected, glaring at the messy-haired man with glasses.

"Harry's just as bruised, Mr. Malfoy, sir. They hurt each other. Draco won't talk. He was up early this morning; woke me up with his light sniffling, and when I asked what was wrong, he ignored me."

"This is bad, Lucius." James said, drumming his fingers on the table nervously before rising to his feet.

"What are you doing?" The blond-haired man asked, but stood as well.

"Show me the boys." James spoke softly to his son, and then Neville stood and led the two men to the blue room.

From the last time he'd been in there, they'd both changed positions in their sleep. Where Harry normally slept with his head towards the closet, it now rested towards Draco's bed. And Draco? The blond's head rested where his feet normally did. His arm hung from the edge of the bed, and he seemed to curled in on himself: dried tears on his cheeks, facial expression troubled.

"They look horrible." James whispered, and Harry flinched in his sleep, and Draco reached forward unconsciously, resting his hand on the arm of Harry's couch. The grown men looked at each other quizzically.

"They're bonding." Lucius said solemnly. Normally, he would've found this to be progress, but given the information that Neville had provided him with, he saw that the boys only subconsciously comforted each other through terrors. Once conscious, they would once again be hostile and avoid each other at all costs.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Neville asked, resting against the dresser as he stared at his brother, and future brother-in-law.

"It should be, but it's not." Lucius claimed. "James, I believe this situation is extremely unhealthy for the two."

"What are you suggesting we do? We're not due to fly back home until August." The messy-haired man asked, eyes still transfixed on his son.

"The two need to spend time apart. As we thought bringing them together on this vacation would've been good for them, it's clearly only toxic. Sure, they may seem to be bonding, but it's under no foundation. I suggest we cut this vacation short, and separate them for a time being." Lucius explained.

"Like, fly back to London, short? Or..."

"That, or bring somebody here."

"Like who?"

"I hate to do this to you James, as this is your family's vacation house, and not at all Severus and mine, but I suggest sending Harry with his uncles for a while, or even birth mother." The blond man spoke, and Neville looked to his father fearfully.

"Dad, you can't really be agreeing to get rid of Harry, can you?" He asked, voice choking up.

"Neville, we must consider the consequences of the actions we've unfolded on these boys. Rather than forcing love onto them, we should be letting them take things at their own pace. They're just kids, and we're forcing such large responsibilities on them." James explained monotonously. "I'll contact Sirius tomorrow."

"Dad, no!" Neville exclaimed, tears in his eyes. That is when the two boys awoke with a start, and glanced at each other in surprise at their close proximity before focusing on their parents. "Oh, Harry!"

The younger boy rushed forward and wrapped his arms around his brother, tears streaming down his face.

"Neville," he turned to his father questioningly. "What's happened?"

"It's not what has happened, but rather what will happen. Boys, I suggest you get dressed and meet us at the table." And with that, James walked out the door, Lucius following.

Neville still clutched onto Harry, who held him awkwardly. Draco watched the scene before him, still dazed from a horrible night's sleep. Then, he climbed out from beneath his sheets and gathered clothes before stepping into the bathroom to change.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked his brother once Draco was gone, and the boy shook his head.

"Why did you two have to fight?" He asked, choked up.

"What do you-"

"Your faces. They're horribly scratched up. You're bruised. You look like beasts." Neville explained, brushing the tears from his eyes feverishly.

"I didn't think this would effect you."

"Well, it does! This is entirely your fault, Harry!" He exclaimed, and ran from the room and towards the backyard. Harry didn't chase after him, and instead stripped of his clothes and put on something more suitable for the public eye.

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At the breakfast table, the adults looked between the two boys cautiously. Draco was distant again, and Harry's head was cast down shamefully. He'd done nothing but anger everyone since they'd arrived.

What was supposed to be a nice, family vacation had turned into nothing but drama and heartache. He felt so messed up, and worthless.

"So, as I'm sure you're aware," Lucius began. "This vacation has grown very toxic, so James and I have come up with a solution."

"Originally," the older Potter joined in. "We believed this vacation would be a wonderful chance for you, Harry and Draco, to grow close like you used to be. In reality, violence has only occurred. And because of this, we have decided to separate the two of you."

Harry nearly spit out his tea then.

"What do you mean, separate us?" He asked, eyes widening.

"Tomorrow, I will contact your uncle Sirius, and if things go the way I think they will, you will be spending time with him and Remus." James explained, and then Draco seemed to focus in on the conversation more as he stared at Harry.

"You're getting rid of me? Why me?"

"Because you're the instigator, Harry. You're the one to bring that girl into our family setting, and disrespect us all in a home that is not even ours. I'm sure Sirius and Remus would be very ashamed of you." James spoke sadly.

"So, you're going to force me into another setting where I won't be appreciated? You're just going to keep punishing me?"

"I could send you to Lily." James tested, challenging what his son would do next.

"You'd put me with another woman? Boy, isn't that smart on your part, Dad." Harry rolled his eyes.

"She's your mother, Harry. She carried you all on her own, with very little help from me. Her and Alice could've been having children for themselves, but instead they carried you and Neville, and then any pregnancies afterwards were failed."

Harry's demeanor changed then, and he rose his eyebrows towards his father.

"They tried again after Neville and I? Did you help them?"

"Frank and I went anytime that we could, but to no avail, their wombs grew cursed. Do not allow your mother's one successful pregnancy to have been for nothing: and into this world she brought a selfish boy." James spoke angrily.

"No children have been born for love in years. Every birth is simply for the sake of carrying on the human race. It's disgusting." Harry decided, leaning back in his chair.

"What's disgusting is having ungrateful children being born into this world." Lucius muttered, and Harry turned to him.

"And you believe that any of these children, you included, asked to be here? What's the point of producing children without love in the first place? No wonder we're all bitter."

"James, your son is a disgrace." Severus claimed, sipping at his tea.

"You're one to talk, Severus." Harry snapped, eyeing the long haired man challengingly.

"What do you mean?"

"I know the stories. Draco told me." Draco's eyes locked with Harry's begging him not to continue, but the green eyed boy only ignored him.

"What stories?"

"Of you and my mother. Your childhood, and the forbidden heterosexual aspects of it." James' eyes widened then, and Draco slumped his head against the table.

"And how did Draco know of this tomfoolery?" Severus asked.

"When we were younger, and spent time together often, we went exploring in the attic of yours and Lucius' home. We found your diary, and in it, your secret love for Lily Evans." Draco rose his head again, eyes widening at the fact that Harry had remembered this day. It was one of the last good days the two had had together before the announcement.

"You told me you disposed of that journal, Severus." Lucius stated, eyeing his husband in disbelief.

"How dare you be so hateful of my actions, when you felt these emotions for real. I've never desired a woman, though you most certainly have." Harry continued, and Severus grew angry.

"Potter, your son is foolish! Silence him!" He exclaimed.

"My husband's a Hetero!" Lucius exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands into the air.

"No, Lucy, I love you and only you. How could you listen to Potter when he can hardly love anyone but himself?" Severus cried, reaching for his husband's hand, who only tugged it away.

"You call me Lucy because it sounds like Lily, don't you?" Lucius continued.

"Lucius, don't be so daft."

In the disruption, Harry escaped from the room and outside onto the porch, where Draco followed after him.

"What the bloody hell are you thinking?" The grey-eyed boy asked in disbelief.

"I'm thinking of a way to not have to leave." Harry explained, and Draco slapped him.

"You're foolish! You're so foolish, Harry! You're poisonous, and you're ruining everything!" Harry frowned, but instead of lashing out like he would've yesterday, he accepted it.

"Perhaps I am, because a certain someone won't accept that I'm sorry."

"Oh, right, make everything about yourself, just like you always do. Good on ya, Harry. And good riddance on wherever you end up." With that, the blond stalked back into the house, into the blue room, and under his sheets.

Fresh tears slid down his face, and spite trying to fight the temptation, he snatched Harry's pillow from his makeshift bed, and breathed in its scent. Even after all this time, he was still hopelessly in love with Harry Potter.