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What Would You Do?	By : snapeisthebest Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Would You Do?
- 2-two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Ninteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Final
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As Tom made his way through the empty corridor of his ancestral home, he tried to wrap his mind around what Draco had just told them. Percy Weasley had taken advantage of Severus in a way no one should ever have to experience. He would deal with that in the morning; it does not pay to defy the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Tom lightly knocked on Harry's door. He was surprised when Draco answered.

"What are you doing in Harry's rooms?" Tom asked him suspiciously.

"My Lord, I came to see if I could talk him out of his latest Gryffindor act. But, he was asleep when I arrived. So, I decided to wait for him to wake." Draco said icily. He continued in a much softer voice, "I can't lose him; I've worked too hard to lose him now. I love him, you know."

"Draco, you know he loves Severus. How could you…"

"No! Not like that. Maybe before, but not now. He is my best friend. I love him like a brother. Eww, that's just gross." Draco told Tom, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh. Well, good. Since Harry is so distraught, would you please contact the Granger girl and her werewolf? Instruct them to be here at exactly eight in the morning. You will meet them at the gates and escort them to my study." Tom ordered.

"Yes, My Lord." Draco said.

As Draco started to walk down the hall, Tom called to him.

"Draco, when you have finished your letter, please go to Severus. I do not want him left alone in light of our most recent discovery."

Draco could see the sadness and concern in the Dark Lord's eyes for his friend. Then, he saw the anger and determination. "It's going to be bad isn't it, My Lord?" Draco asked a little unsure if he were stepping out of bounds.

Tom smirked at him and said, "For Weasley." The door closed behind him as he went in to wake his Heir.

"Harry. Harry, I need you to wake up for a little bit." Tom called as he gently shook Harry shoulder.

"Hmmmm. Uncle Tom? What's going on? Why are you in my room?" Harry asked sleepily, slowly waking up.

"Harry, we need to talk about what happened tonight."

"There is nothing to talk about. I know what I saw." Harry was short with his uncle.

"No. You interpreted wrong. Severus was doing research at my request." Tom told Harry.

"Please, don't. Don't lie for him because he is your friend. This explains everything; why he doesn't kiss me, or even seem to want to be left alone with me. He has someone else to fulfill his needs, he doesn't need me. I can't watch him be with someone else. That would be pure torture as my heart is already broken. Therefore, I am leaving."

Harry had started to cry while he spoke.

Tom could see the sadness in Harry's eyes as he spoke and started crying again. But, how dare he insult the Head of the family. "You are right, Harry. We don't have to talk about tonight. You are even free to go; if that is truly what you wish to do. First, YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY." Tom was not going to just let it drop. Draco was right; Harry needed to know what was going on.

Harry sat there stunned. His uncle had not yelled at him like that since they found out they were family. Either he pissed him off, or this was important. Harry didn't know which but, he was worried.

"Sorry, Uncle Tom. I'll listen to what you have to say. Just don't expect me to change my mind." Harry really didn't want to talk about what he saw.

"Very well, Harry." Tom said exasperated. "There is a group called the Uralt that has been around for centuries. The original members were the Heads of the ten most powerful wizards and witches of the time. As with Gringotts, those families are: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Merlin-le Fay, Riddle, Black, Potter, Malfoy and Snape.

They disagreed on almost everything, except the fact that the wizarding world needed to be improved. Every one of them also agreed they needed a leader, one who was the most powerful of them all. A gem was created by the group. Its purpose was to measure the strength of each member's magic. You see, using the stone was neutral. No one had to choose, the stone did the choosing." Tom stopped and summoned a house elf to bring them tea. It was going to be a long night.

Once they were settled with their drinks, Tom continued. "The leader was called the Prime. So called, because, the prime of life is the time of maturity when power and vigor are greatest. The Arbitrate Gem chose the one with the greatest power and the ability to control this power. While the people listen to and respect, or used to, the Uralt; the Uralt listen to and respect the Prime. He is the one that essentially makes all the important decisions. He also performs all the duties of a leader; Marriage ceremonies, naming ceremonies, births and deaths, to name a few." Tom looked at Harry. The young man was enthralled by the story.

'Now, for the important stuff' Tom readied himself to tell more of the tale.

"Being the most powerful, the Uralt were looked upon for guidance throughout our world. After the initial formation of the group and the choosing of the Prime; they all learned to work together. All kinds of spells and potions were created. Most of them passed down to become the now common knowledge of magic. Others were recorded and passed to the Heir of each family. Unfortunately, no accurate record was kept of whose Heir was entrusted with which book of knowledge. Such information is known only by the Heir of that family. As families are known to do, the original ten have stretched to now include over 150 families.

Here's where it starts to get confusing. The rightful Heir is the descendant with the purest blood. Which means, they are DIRECTLY descended. For example, Slytherin's son married and had 3 sons of his own; the oldest of these children married and had 2 daughters and a son. The two daughters both married into other families, one Longbottom and the other Diggory, and had children of their own who married to other families; and so on. The more females born to that descendent, the less pure that bloodline, Slytherin in this case, becomes. The children will take on the father's blood more than the mother's. We do not know why this happens.

Back to point, the son also married and had children and so on down to the two of us. Do you understand, so far?" Tom knew it was a lot to take in.

"So, what you're saying is that the males not only carry on the family names, but also the strength of magic in the purity of the blood; because when the women marry into other families, their children have more of the dominant blood of the father." Harry stated as if in class.

"Right. Now, moving on. Some of the spells and potions in these Kin Annals or Heir Books, as they are called, are put off to mere myth, as most have not been seen or heard about for hundreds of years. One such spell was created to marry two people together in love, magic and soul. It is the most powerful bond spell ever to have existed. It takes great power to cast it and it is unbreakable. Even in death. Which means, when one dies, the other will follow. In rare occurrences, the one to die has returned as a ghost and spent the rest of their loved ones life with them, by their side.

I sent Severus to my study to see if he could find the book. It was last known to belong to the Slytherin Heir; so, it should be here somewhere. He is very determined to find this particular book of spells and potions." Tom decided to take another break here to see if Harry had any questions. He did.

"Why is Severus so determined?" Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Mainly, because I asked it of him. This book contains the best bond spells." Tom looked at Harry to see if he had caught on yet.

"Oh" said Harry as he urged his uncle to continue.

"And, the spell can only be cast by the Uralt Prime." Harry nodded. "As he, I demand only the best for my family. Nothing else will do when the time comes." Tom paused again to enjoy it when realization set in.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" Harry looked at his uncle and saw the man's grin. "H-he wants to marry me?" Tom nodded. "He wants to marry me!" Harry yelled as loud as he could.

"Yes, Harry. He asked me, as Head of the family, if he could bond with you after you are revealed to be my Heir. Tradition is the reason he has avoided being alone with you. Certain rules and traditions must be followed, especially by the members of the Uralt; none more than the family of the Prime.

I wish to use the spell for you and Severus as you both deserve much happiness. The problem is finding it." Tom sounded down at the end of his speech.

"It will be found." Harry said trying to console his uncle. "Now, Uncle Tom, you mind telling me what you are doing dreaming THOSE kinds of dreams about one of my best friends?"

At Harry's question, Tom looked up with hope filled eyes. "You know who she is. I have seen her with you. Who is she? I have been dreaming about her for years, since your second year. Only recently have the dreams turned to the nature you saw. She's young, but I think she may be my life-mate. I'm not certain. There is a spell in the Kin Annal we are looking for that will tell."

"Yes, I know her. Her name is Ginerva and she is the youngest of the Weasleys. She is the one Lucius gave your diary to in order to open the Chamber." Harry was amused at this bit of information.

"I see." Tom said. "You are not going to let this be, are you?" Tom asked, nervous at the glint in Harry's eyes.

"No way! I thought it was bad, Severus being old enough to be my father. YOU, however, are old enough to be her…"

"Don't even say it!" Tom commanded. It did no good.

"Grandfather" Harry said through his giggles.

"I told you not to say it." Tom warned as he jumped on his nephew, tickling him like mad.

“Uncle Tom, I apologize for my behavior. Forgive me?" Harry pouted. His uncle had finally stopped his tickle torture.

"Of course, my ASP. Besides, who can resist those eyes?" Tom chuckled as the pout turned into a smile of bliss.

"Uncle Tom?"

"What is it, my ASP?" Tom asked.

"Why did you just call me your asp? You've never called me anything like that before." Harry asked his uncle, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Because, that is what you are: my Annoying Slytherin Prince" Tom could barely contain his laughter at the incredulous look he got from his Heir.

"Hey! That's Draco's name. All through school, he's been called that. Speaking of, where is he?" Harry was anxious to share his news with his friend.

Tom instantly tensed. This was the part he was dreading; telling Harry about Weasley.

"What is it, Uncle Tom?" Harry asked having noticed the change in his uncle.

Tom went on to explain what Draco got out of Percy, and the method he did so. By the time he finished, Tom noticed Harry's eyes were glowing. He thought it looked similar to an animal's eye when they flash with light at night. Not too drastic a reaction; boy, was he wrong.

As he watched Harry, Tom was suddenly transported to his throne room. As he realized where he was, there was a loud explosion that rocked the castle on its foundation. He panicked and ran out back up to the Heir's Rooms, with an equally concerned Draco and Severus a few strides behind.

By the time he made it back to the family wing, it was destroyed. Tom stood gaping at Harry who stood in the middle of the destruction. Harry turned towards his uncle when he heard him approach. Tom could see the hate and anger in his eyes and he shivered.

Tom was amazed as he watched the hate fall from Harry's eyes. They immediately filled with love instead. That's when he realized Harry was looking behind him; not at him. He slowly turned to come face to face with Severus and Draco.

"You told him." Draco said and Severus paled and started to tremble.

The normally stoic man fell to his knees, accusing eyes staring into Tom's.

"No. No. No. No. No. He wasn't supposed to know. He'll never have me now. So long, so long, I have waited. All I ever wanted was someone to love me. Now, never will he want me. Tom, how could you tell him? We were going to be married and finally be happy together." Severus was crying so hard the front of his robes were soaked within seconds.

"Severus, I am sorry. I did not think he…"

"Stop!! Don't touch him, My Lord." Draco cut Tom off as he was reaching out to comfort his friend.

"As soon as you reached to touch Uncle Sev, Harry's eyes started glowing and things began to float around his head." Draco told them in a voice much calmer than how he felt.

Tom and Draco both moved away from Severus as fast as they could. Harry quickly made his way to his love and knelt in front of him. Severus looked up hesitantly; searching Harry's eyes for any indication that he still loved him. When he saw what he was seeking, he reached for Harry, who pulled him into a fierce embrace. Severus returned the embrace as Harry started to stroke his hair.

"Shh. Shh, my love. Everything will be alright. I will help you with the research. Together, we will find the spell. Then, we will always be together. Forever." Harry was quietly talking while slowly rocking Severus in his arms.

As he felt the other calm, Harry pulled back and looked him in the eye. He reached up and gently cupped Severus' cheek, "Never again. No one will ever hurt you again. You are mine, forever. And no one touches what is mine."

Harry stood and helped his love stand as well. He turned to his uncle and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Uncle Tom. I guess I need to learn to control my temper."

"I would think so, my ASP. Not just anyone would have destroyed their ancestral home during a temper tantrum." Tom playfully sneered, trying to lighten the mood.

"Watch it, Uncle. Or I will tell them about your dreams." Harry retorted just as playfully,

"Oh no! Not the dreams again. I really do not want to know about those." Draco whined.

"But, Dray! You really must know that…Uncle Tom has… been having dreams about…" Harry was trying to explain while dodging his uncle's attempts to grab him. "…the Weaslette." He finished as Tom clamped his hand over Harry's mouth.

"WHAT?!" Draco and Severus exclaimed.

"That's right. Unfortunately, I have seen some of them." Harry looked completely disgusted at the idea. "She's like a sister to me."

"My Lord, are you not old enough to be her Grandfather?" Severus asked much calmer and joining in on the fun. It wasn't everyday you could tease the Dark Lord.

Harry burst out laughing at the hurt look Uncle Tom put on. As he was laughing, Harry waved his hand and the castle repaired itself. The display of powerful wandless magic causing looks of complete astonishment from the other three standing with him.

At five minutes to eight the next morning, Draco made his way to the front gates of the castle. Granger and the werewolf were due to arrive any minute. He didn't really think they should come now that Harry was staying, but he wasn't one to go against the Dark Lord. It was very rare his Lord acted as human as he does with Harry.

Draco's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of the two guests.

"Granger. Professor. You are expected." Draco simply stated as he led them through the wards and up to the castle.

As they entered the study, Draco thought he saw Granger drool at the books; which were the oldest and most rare belonging to the Slytherin and Riddle families.

"The Dark Lord will be with you momentarily." Draco turned and left them to wait.

"What do you think this is all about, 'Ne?" Remus asked as he wrapped his arms around his mate.

"I'm not sure, Remy. But, I do know that Harry lost his temper here. And it was recently." Hermione replied looking around in awe.

"How could you possibly know that?" was asked from the doorway.

Both Remus and Hermione started as they saw Voldemort walking into the room and sitting down.

"Easy. Harry's magic gives off a very distinct thrumming when he is extremely angry. I have only felt it one other time; when Sirius died." Hermione explained as she also took a seat.

"What do you mean you 'felt it'? Are you a seer or something?" Tom asked drenched in curiosity. Harry had often told him that he would get along with this young lady as they were both nosy.

"No, Sir. I can just feel other people's magic. Unfortunately, it is not a consistent thing. The stronger the magic, the easier it is to feel it. Harry's is unique in that it changes with his moods." Hermione began to explain.

"If I may, Lord Voldemort, why have you brought us here? It was our understanding that you did not wish us here until Harry was revealed as your Heir. At least, that's what Harry said in his letters, Sir." Remus interrupted them, wanting to see his pup and know that he really is alright.

"Right. You are here because an incident occurred last night that caused Harry to lose his temper, as Ms. Granger has guessed." Tom looked sad while he spoke.

"What?! Is everyone OK? Is everything OK?" I didn't notice too much damage so it mustn't have been too bad. Unless…" Hermione trailed off and closed her eyes. She appeared to be concentrating hard on something.

"Yes, I see" She said as she opened her eyes. "Severus was there, wasn't he?" Hermione stated more than asked. She had reached out to “feel” Severus' magic as he and Harry were leaving for Gringotts that day. His was an almost perfect match to Harry's when he was extremely happy. She told Remus about it who very quickly tripped Harry so he would fall into the other's arms.

"He was. The incident was directly related to him." Tom answered, even though he didn't think he needed to.

"Is he alright?" Remus asked in a small voice. He sometimes felt protective of the surly man, though he wasn't sure why.

"They are both as to be expected." Was the cryptic response that garnered a low growl from Remus. "Let me explain a few things and then we will go to breakfast where you can see for yourselves."

An hour later, the three emerged from the room on their way to the dining hall. Hermione and Remus heavily cloaked, like Harry. Keeping their identities secret until Tom felt the time was right.

Harry happily made his way to breakfast. Everything was perfect in the world. Severus loved him and wanted to marry him. Nothing else mattered at this moment in time. He had slept well last night and was looking forward to a fantastic day spent with the one he loved; even if it was only doing research. As he entered the dining hall, his steps faltered as his eyes fell upon his Severus.

Severus was pale and trembling. Seated next to him was none other than Percy Weasley, who was touching Severus on the hand and arm. As Percy leaned over to whisper to Severus, he placed his hand under the table. Harry knew the bastard had put it on his Severus' leg; as the man started to tremble more. Harry was PISSED OFF.

As he stood in the entryway, Harry began to gather his magic again. Everyone in the room felt it and searched out the cause; everyone except Percy, who was attempting to nuzzle Severus' neck. Assuming it was welcome since he was not being pushed away.

Severus had felt the magic start to build and looked up to see Harry standing by the door. He looked pleadingly for help.

As they made their way to breakfast in silence, Hermione suddenly stopped in her tracks. She looked panicky towards the two with her and then took off running.

"It's Harry! Something is happening. He's about to lose it, again!" She yelled over her shoulder as she followed her friend's magic to him.

When she entered the room, Hermione went to stand beside Harry and put up a Silencing Bubble.

"Harry. Harry. HARRY! Snap out of it." She tried to get his attention. When this failed, she followed his glare and was shocked at what she saw. Realizing what was happening, she stood in front of Harry to block his vision.

"Don't make us all suffer because of him. Let me help you focus it." Hermione begged of her friend. Focusing outbursts was a talent of Perceivers.

Harry snapped back to reality as he heard Hermione's words. He looked around at the scared and confused faces of the Death Eaters.

"Hermione? Is that you? What are you doing here?" Harry asked a little confused himself.

"Your uncle thought you could use some more friends here." Hermione was trying to keep him distracted enough to calm down.

It was working until Hermione moved and Harry once again saw Percy's actions. Almost instantly, the magic built back up and objects lifted from their places. Percy was still oblivious to his surrounding; thinking he had finally gotten what he wanted: Severus Snape, willing.

Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to stop it this time. So, she told him how to focus his magic to just the one person. Harry had always been a very fast learner, even if he did hide it well. She then released the bubble and moved behind him to show her support.

Remus and Tom had entered and stood back beside Hermione to await Harry's actions against Percy. They all felt he deserved whatever he got. Especially seeing what he was currently doing.

Harry could still see the fear and pleading in Severus' eyes. He promised no one would ever hurt him again. Harry thought for a moment and then focused his magic as Hermione had said to do. Pointing at Percy, who finally gave the Heir his attention, Harry simply said "Sofra e morra"

Percy hit the floor writhing in pain. Screaming himself hoarse after only a few seconds. He was then lifted in the air and slammed into a wall, then another. Next, it seemed that he was turned inside out. All while still alive.

Harry stood back and watched. He didn't even try to hide his glee. He looked at Severus and still saw fear in those beautiful black eyes.

Harry made his way to him and put his arms firmly around the man he loved. Severus welcomed the embrace and closed his eyes; feeling safe once more, in Harry's arms.

The Death Eaters in the hall turned to see what their Lord was going to do to the young Heir for injuring one of his followers for seemingly no reason. They were shocked as the Dark Lord merely took his seat at the head of the table; quickly followed by the two unknown people.

The Heir took his seat to the right of Voldemort, across from the unknowns. Severus made his way to the other side of the Heir and sat down. All of them were acting as if nothing had happened.

As they began to eat, Percy continued to scream.

"Forgive me, My Lord." One of the lesser Death Eaters said and waited to be acknowledged.

"What is it?" Tom asked him.

"Well, it's just…What was his offense?" Was asked in a voice Harry thought he recognized.

"Do you question the actions of MY HEIR?" Tom asked in a voice daring anyone to answer.

"No! No, My Lord. I was curious to know, as we all are, how the Heir was angered."

Harry did recognize the voice and was surprised to hear it here of all places.

The table was silent as Harry looked over to his uncle and asked, "May I?"

"By all means."

Harry looked to Severus who gave a slight nod. He now had permission to disclose everything.

"You want to know what his offense was." There were several nods. "He perpetrated the worst crime imaginable. He took advantage, sexually, of another while that person was unable to refuse. Then, he bragged about it to the wrong person. If this was not bad enough, he attempted to do the same right here in front of all of you."

"But, who was this crime against to warrant a punishment such as this?"

"Since, he is your brother, I will tell you. His crime was against one Severus Snape, my betrothed. My family is the most important thing to me. My uncle," he indicated Voldemort, "my followers," the two unknowns "and now MY Severus." Harry said as he gently ran a finger down Severus' cheek. Severus closed his eyes at the feel of his love's touch.

"Is he dead?" asked the Death Eater that started it all.

"Not yet. You see, I imagined everything I would like to see happen to him before he dies. Then, I sent it to him." Harry sneered in the direction of Percy.

Percy then let out a blood curdling scream that was shortly muffled. Some looked over to see what had happened and it appeared he had been castrated and the offending appendage shoved down his throat. Then, the redhead was silent.

Harry looked among the Death Eaters with a malicious smile. "Never cross me and never; EVER touch what is mine!"
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