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Harry Potter and The Equitum Solis Surgentes	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: The Darkness Grows

There was a sudden shout, Draco lifted his wand again as people rushed to the door. They froze when they saw him and he found himself face to face with several wands. He considered what he was doing and mentally slapped himself, in his rush to try and save Harry he'd simply blasted his way in...like some kind of Gryffindor. With sharp tisk he frowned and saw Harry stood, unnoticed, behind the group of people, he was staring down at the door which had flown backwards and nearly hit him. Slowly he lifted his eyes and Draco saw the shadow of a smirk. "What in the Devil...?" One man blustered, Draco frowned, flicking his wand at the man who gawked at him but found himself unable to speak.

"I am not here for idle chatter..." Draco said slowly. "Now, if you would kindly shut your mouths, we can get on with this...Harry, please hurry up and do what you want. I'm bored...and I am not a baby sitter."

Slowly the people turned to find themselves face to face with Harry, a small smile curled his lips but he had yet to raise his wand. "Mr. Potter...!" Brock exclaimed, his face turning white.

"We meet again, Brock." Harry replied calmly. "I would just like to say, congratulations..." he leaned against the wall, holding the group under the spell of his absolute calm. "Congratulations for trapping me so well..." His eyes were as hard as emeralds and his smile as cold as ice. He kept his voice level as he lifted his wand to eye level, inspecting it. "It seems I've been a bit of a fool...you have me for murder..."

Brock smirked, oddly seeming to draw courage from Harry's words. "Ah yes, it was easy really, put a seemingly innocent man on your tail...you were pretty idiotic for practicing Dark Spells where any old person could see. And as for that man you killed in the cottage...he was worth the sacrifice...now the ministry are after you...you'll be caught and sent to Azkaban! And once in the grips of the dementors you'll go insane..." He laughed.

Harry let out a small sigh, his hand moved faster than Draco could follow and Brock stumbled backwards as blood spattered his robes. "I wouldn't get cocky if I were you." Harry said slowly, his voice low and deadly. He pushed himself away from the wall, Brock gaped, lifting a hand to his wounded cheek and backing into his fellows. "You do not yet fully understand what I'm capable of...now, I want several things from any one of you. I don't care who..."

"What? How dare you...!"

"Silence!" Harry snapped, his eyes darting to a man with floppy blond hair before returning to concentrate on Brock. "Just tell me where they are and I may consider letting you out of here alive..."

Brock sneered. "You don't have the guts to kill me, Potter."

Harry cocked his head to the side and raised a single eyebrow. "Oh don't I? Would you like to test this theory of yours...or...should I just force the information from you?" he pointed his wand directly between Brocks eyes. "Because, in all honesty, I think your screams are just the thing I need to cheer me up...you see, some bastards gone and taken my kids..."

"Wait!" Brock squeaked, he had gone pale, sweat was pouring down his neck as he tugged at the collar of his robes. His eyes darted from side to side as Harry paused in his walk forward. "I-I..."

"Spit it out!" Draco snapped, lifting his own wand. "Or I'll make you! We don't have all day!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You see, now you've gone and spoiled my fun, Draco." He pouted slightly, making him look like a sulky teenager before the all too adult smirk reappeared on his face. Draco was slightly surprised to see that Harry was enjoying watching Brock sweat, and he felt a flush of his own creep up his face as he watched Harry run long fingers down his wand, eyes fixed firmly on his prey. "So, Mr. Brock...you heard my friend...where are they?"

The man gritted his teeth. "We took them..." The only warning Draco had was the tiny smile that crept across the nervous man's face...

An explosion knocked Harry sideways, he almost dropped his wand. He gasped slightly and spun around, something slammed into his chest and he was pushed up the wall by some invisible force. Something was choking him, cutting off his air supply...he struggled violently, his feet kicking the wall while his fingers scrabbled uselessly at the invisible something around his neck. Draco was surrounded by the remaining people, as they advanced on him, wands in hands. They were all grinning, Draco's eyes snapped to Harry, to see him choking. He flicked his wand, hitting a witch who screamed as she was blasted backwards, she hit the wall with a sickening crack and lay still. The men lunged, wands moving, but Draco put up a shield.

"So, Potter, you honestly believed that I would tell you where we're keeping your brats?" Brock laughed derisively. "You're more moronic than I thought..." he made a slashing movement with his wand, the spell hit Harry in the chest, tearing open his robes to reveal the skin beneath. "Unfortunately for you, you are important to our plans..." Brock was close to Harry now, his face mere inches away. He smirked, sliding a hand beneath the torn robes, ripping them open even further. "You may be needed alive, but that does not mean I won't be able to enjoy your face...twisted in pain, as I force you to watch me destroy every last person you love..." He lifted his wand, pointing it directly between Harry's eyes. "I am going to enjoy watching you crumble, Potter..."

Harry's vision went grey, the last thing he saw was Brock's grinning face as he fell into darkness...

Draco gasped as he watched Harry fall down the wall and hit the floor. He wasn't moving. With a hiss he turned and redoubled his attacks on his opponents, he dodged as best he could, ignoring the sharp burning pain in his arm as a curse skimmed him. Finally he had incapacitated nearly all of them, he gazed around searching for Brock but he was nowhere in sight. "Shit!" He swore and moved to Harry's side; gently he rolled him over and saw a bloody gash in his exposed chest where Brock's curse had hit him. His eyes were closed but he appeared to be merely unconscious. "You fool, Potter." Draco hissed before heaving him up, carrying him with difficulty over the threshold and out into the streets.

He lowered Harry to the ground outside the house, panting slightly he looked around and saw the small girl they had rescued walked forward on trembling legs. Her filthy hair fell around her face and she gazed down at Harry with wide eyes. "He's alright." Draco assured her before kneeling down and pointing his wand at the wound, he muttered something under his breath and the wound seemed to sew itself back together. Once done Draco sighed, running fingers through his hair. The girl crouched beside him and smiled weakly. Suddenly, with a bout of coughing Harry came around. He fell sideways, but Draco caught him and leaned back against the wall where he sat panting heavily and rubbing his bruised throat. "Are you alright?"

Harry gasped in a breath before nodding. "Yeah..." He croaked. "You?"

Draco shrugged. "Not too bad..." He shrugged. "Come on, let's get out of here...are you up for apparating? We should go before the Ministry get here..."

With a nod Harry was hauled to his feet by Draco, he stumbled slightly and fell into Draco's arms gasping slightly. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to regain his breath. "'M ok..." he muttered as he straightened and found himself looking into two grey pools, he swallowed briefly before pulling away and turning to the little girl. "I think we should take her to St. Mungos...maybe they can help her...?"

"No! Don't be an idiot!" Draco said suddenly. "You cannot be seen going anywhere near St. Mungos! Not while the minister's still unconscious."

Harry huffed irritably. "Alright, fine...then we'll take her to the Burrow...they won't be watched half as much. And...I'll be able to tell Ron..." He bit his lip and shook his head before smiling at the girl. "What's your name?" he asked softly. She simply smiled back at him, her eyes slightly vacant. "Well, ok...how do you feel being taken somewhere safe? The Weasley's are kind...they'll look after you. Come on." He held out his hand and she stared at it for a moment before taking it in her own bony one. Harry nodded to Draco who grabbed his wrist and they spun on the spot.

XXX

Ronald stood in the kitchen, yawning widely. He was staying with his father, since the kidnapping of his children he wanted to be as close as possible to the rest of his family. Hermione was upstairs, sleeping deeply after days of nightmares and sleeplessness. His bleary blue eyes slowly moved to the window, absently he gazed out at the long sloping lawn and jumped slightly...had he just seen a shadow flit through the bushes? He frowned and shook his head slightly, no, he was hallucinating...wasn't he? He filled the glass up with water from the tap and brought it to his lips but a sudden, rapid knocking made him spill it down his front. He cried out in shock before putting the glass down and digging in his dressing gown pocket for his wand. They knocked again and he moved cautiously to the door, when he reached it he put a hand on the handle. "H-Hello?" He asked softly through the wood.

"Ron? It's me...Open up."

"Harry?" He yanked the door open to reveal three people. Harry stood, flanked by Malfoy and a small girl. He looked a state, his hair a mess, his glasses bent and slightly crooked. He had five o'clock shadow on his chin and his robes had been torn open at the chest to reveal blood stained skin. His green eyes were filled with worry. "Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed as Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks..." He said with a small, exhausted smile. "You gunna invite us in, or do we have to stand here all day?"

"Oh...yeah, come in." He stepped aside and glared at Malfoy as he passed, no one could miss the almost automated sneer on his pointed face as he gazed around at the less than perfect kitchen. Harry, meanwhile was smiling around with a nostalgic smile on his face...until he looked over at a large photograph. He moved, almost unwillingly towards it, his smile slipping and his green eyes filling with grief. Ginny stood beside him, their hands pressed together as they gazed into each other's eyes, they were young, in their early twenties. Ginny's dress was a soft ivory, her hair plaited and braided with violet flowers and her eyes sparkled even as she blinked up into her new husbands face. Harry swallowed the painful lump in his throat even as the tightness in his chest threatened to overcome him, he had great difficulty in tearing his eyes away from the woman he had promised to die with...eventually though Draco's hand on his shoulder brought him back from his despair. He absently touched Draco's hand before turning and facing a very confused Ron, who seemed unusually aware of the oddly intimate moment that had just passed between the two men. "So...what happened?" He asked, breaking the tension.

"I know...I know who took the children." Harry said after controlling his emotions, pushing them deep inside, hiding them away so the pain didn't destroy him. Ron hated the cold look that entered those green eyes, he hated the way Draco hovered so close to Harry, as if they were bound by some unspoken vow. "Brock did it. I heard him talking about it..." Harry's eyes flashed dangerously and it took all of Ron's self control not to step backwards, in the fear that flooded him he was almost convinced Harry's eyes had turned crimson. "He's taken them somewhere...I'm...so sorry, Ron." His eyes swam slightly and he fell backwards into a wall, covering his face with one shaking hand. "I'm sorry...this is all my fault! Everything...I'm to blame! I-It's because of me that...that they're gone...I should have gone with my instincts! I should never have had anything to do with anyone! Getting close to people...just means they'll get hurt!" He slipped to the kitchen floor, hugging his knees to his chest and hiding his face in them. "I'm sorry..."

Ron watched Harry for a long time, Draco looked from one to the other, the strange girl seemed more interested in the kitchen. Finally he moved forward, he picked up the photograph of Harry and Ginny's wedding and dropped it on the floor. The glass smashed making Harry jump, he gazed at the shattered fragments for a while. "If you think Ginny would rather have married someone else you're lying to yourself." Ron said softly. "I told you...that if I ever thought you were messing my sister around I would make you regret it. I'm not an idiot, Harry, I know when she is unhappy...and Ginny was never unhappy with you. You're insulting her bravery by saying shit like that!" He turned away for a minute, controlling his shaking before sighing.

Harry gazed at the picture for a long time, remembering that day, the day he had bound himself to the woman he had loved for years. He swallowed hard and shook his head. "Ron...I'm going to find out where they are...I know it's a trap...I know they want to lure me somewhere, but I promise you, no matter what happens to me I'll make sure the children are safe!"

"I know, mate." Ron replied turning around, his cheeks were slightly damp but his eyes remained clear. "I trust you."

Harry smiled weakly and nodded. "Right...we were also wandering if you'd take this girl to St. Mungos? We found her...I think she's been tortured and she can't talk. Obviously if I go near the place they'll catch me so..." He trailed off hopefully.

Ron gazed at the girl who was smiling. "Uh...yeah, ok." He agreed. "But...where are you going to go? What are you going to do now?"

Harry stood slowly, bending to pick up the smashed photograph. He gazed at it for a while in silence before looking up. His eyes were dark, almost black in the soft lamplight and Ron did take a step backwards. "They want me? Then they can have me." He hissed softly, his fingers tightening on the photo so it creaked. "They know me as well as Voldemort did...They know I will come to them...I will save my kids, my family...They won't lay another finger on them!"

Ron's mouth fell open slightly as he saw a darkness surrounded his best friend, whether it was his imagination or not he could have sworn he could see a towering figure looming behind Harry. The air crackled with intense swirls of magic, making the air thick and difficult to breath. Draco was gaping openly at Harry, his eyes glittering with something akin to lust. Suddenly the illusion faded leaving behind only the green eyed, bespectacled young man in its place. Harry sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, he seemed not to have realised anything had happened. "H-Harry...?" Ron finally found his voice. "Are you...alright?"

"As well as I can be...why?" Harry frowned at the strange look on his best friends face.

"Oh...nothing." Ron waved it away, but deep down he had an awful foreboding.

XXX

James sat, knees drawn to his chest, against a wall. He frowned at his empty plate as it sat by the door. He was remembering his last conversation with a human being;

He had been walking from class, deep in thought as he ignored the constant insults aimed at him. Then he heard someone call his name and turned to see Neville Longbottom running up the corridor towards him, the teacher looked slightly flushes from the cold wind outside. "Professor?" James asked when he stopped.

Longbottom took his arm gently and began steering him away from the other students as they made their way down to the Great Hall. "James, don't worry...just follow me." The teacher steered him up a staircase until they found themselves outside the headmistresses office. Once they were ensconced in the room McGonagall began to explain.

"James, we have been told that both your brother and sister, along with Hugo and Rose Weasley have all been kidnapped. Your grandmother, Molly, has been put in St. Mungos, however, she appears to be recovering well."

James felt the earth slip from beneath him. His breathing caught in his throat as he gazed blindly up at his teachers. "Wha...what?"

McGonagall looked both angry and sympathetic, Neville looked worried. "I am afraid that whoever has accused your father of murder is also trying to get to him by taking the ones he loves most...so, we must hide you. We know a place where we will be able to keep you until we manage to find your family...it is a temporary measure, I assure you."

James couldn't process this. He was stunned. Too shocked to talk or even feel emotion. Neville spoke next. "I know of a room within the castle that will hide you as surely as the Fidelius Charm...It will protect you, and we can make sure you get regular food and things to do. I'm...sorry...this isn't imprisonment, James, we're just trying to keep you safe." He smiled kindly, his round face as sweetly innocent as ever, even though James had heard the stories of how he had led the rebellion when Hogwarts was under the Death Eaters rule. He could only nod before he was escorted to an odd room...Neville had asked it for exactly what he wanted and it had granted everything. It was spacious, comfortable and decorated with the blazing crimson and gold of Gryffindor.

Now, after weeks of hiding James was becoming restless. The seemingly never ending amount of books that the room provided, no longer gave him any distraction. He was fidgety, bored of only being able to speak to the House elves that brought him his food, and their information of the outside world was scanty at best. He sighed heavily, leaning his head back against the wall and gazing up at the vaulted ceiling. "Dad...hurry up and save them." He whispered, hoping that his father would somehow hear his mental cries and save his brother, sister and cousins.
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