Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
A/N~ (edited for errors)
Djaddict - And yet this next chapter will not include the book either...But the next one will, I PROMISE :D. Thank you for your feedback, though I would not call it a 'sex scene' persay...lol. They are still just visiting second base fully clothed..lol...There is much more to come though, and real sex is bit off, maybe for Christmas..OOH, that gives me the perfect idea... Yep... Christmas will be perfect! And nitpick all you want, I need that, still found a few errors in chapter 1, and I have re-read it about 10 times...I will be editing all of the chapters a bit later with the appropriate spellings.
moodysavage - Thanks, the Umbridge scene just sort of happend, I did not fully trust her and well, she showed us why. Thank you for all your comments, I love them! Did you read Chapter 9? I think my posting it when I did made people miss it. I hope not, it was very important.
BAFan~ benevolent... nooo... pliable is more likely right now. :D I like Ron, and I think he deserves an equal place in trio, and if he isn't left in the dark about things, he can, with time, come to more mature decisions. Thanks for reading.
addiena_saffir - Thank you for reading and reviewing!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 10 - Temptation’s Torment

Draco woke with the alarm, staring down at Harry. He had moved and now his head was tucked onto Draco’s shoulder, and arm was across his chest, hand over Draco’s heart, and one leg propped over Draco’s knee. Draco usually would have turned away, felt caged, but instead he felt, whole and perfect. He kissed the top of Harry’s head, dragging Harry’s scent into his lungs.
“Harry…”Draco whispered, trying to move and wake his slumbering lion. Harry groaned and tightened his grasp on Draco. He chuckled...Picked up Harry’s arm and slung it off him.

“Harry!” he shouted a bit louder.
Those green eyes opened briefly, then shut again tightly.
“You have twenty minutes before your meeting with Dumbledore.” Draco informed.
Harry sat straight up, looked around, and then at Draco, and smiled. Draco was blinded by the sunshine in that smile, the pure joy that radiated out and touched him… only him.
“That’s 10 more minutes than I need.” Harry said as he grinned wide, laid back down and reached for the collar of Draco’s shirt, pulling him down… And Draco was falling into the sunshine.
Harry felt so good, it was warm, comfortable, safe and it smelled like honey and lemons...Harry opened his eyes briefly...Draco. And then reality crashed into him and he sat up quickly. He would be going out with Dumbledore in twenty minutes, his eyes found amused gray ones… It would only take a minute to right himself, and maybe five to get to the Headmaster’s office...If he hurried. He looked at those pink lips, they called to him, who was he to not answer them. He reached for Draco, reached for perfection, reached for home.
Draco was devoured and his lips were worshiped, his hands found purchase on Harry’s shoulders as they fell back, Draco atop Harry. Hands found their way into his hair and he was lost to sensations those fingers produced. Every breath, moan and noise he made, Harry drank in. Harry was swallowing Draco’s passion like a man deprived of drink. Draco’s length was growing hard and he moved, their cocks rubbed together under layers of clothing. Harry cried out breaking the kiss. Draco held on as he pressed harder into Harry, letting the pleasure flow over and through him. Harry’s eyes held passion and fire, and Draco was lost in that universe of pleasure with him.
Harry was content to taste Draco, to drink each sound. Then Draco moved and fire licked his veins causing a conflagration to boil in his nether regions. Draco kept moving against him, and Harry was caught. Caught up in the blaze of glorious mercury, caught up in Draco, caught up in unrelenting pleasure. Harry’s hands moved to hold Draco’s waist and guide each heavy thrust, each strike to the anvil of ecstasy. He watched Draco, even as his own control slipped. His blond angel was beautiful, sensual, amazing. Harry was lost to the way Draco moved, the line of his throat that called to him. Harry claimed Draco’s throat lapping at Draco’s heartbeat, wanting it to match his own.
Draco surged faster, grinding, rocking, pushing, climbing to the peak of their delectation. Draco’s head was thrown back in a deep moan, he was close, and that amazing tongue stoked his fire brighter, hotter, until he burst, crying out to Harry caught up on the winds of passion.
Harry’s name came from those sweet lips, the addicting pulse banged against his mouth and Harry let go, washing his cares, and reality away in that moment of pure bliss. Falling back, and catching his angel in his arms.
They lay for what seemed an eternity, breathing heavily, silently basking in the glory of their satisfaction.
“You need to go Harry…” Draco whispered reluctantly, trying not to move, he was sticky and his clothes were sticking to his sweat soaked skin.
Harry found his wand, cast a cleansing charm on them both, and then a tempus charm. He had 2 minutes…
Harry turned over and quickly kissed Draco, and go up and left. He left through the doors leading to the corridor and he flew, white smoke trailing behind him, his will pushing him faster until the smoke was just a shimmer.   He landed, feet on the ground just in time for the gargoyle to start turning. Harry quickly cast his patronus. The lion waited…
“I love you.” was all he said, before sending it back to Draco. He would leave nothing to chance. Never waste a moment with someone you love, and never leave them to wonder.
The Headmaster greeted Harry with a clap on the back as he entered. Harry was already trying to think about the task at hand. He reached into his cloak, he had the fabric imbued with the potion, and his own determination. This was important, he had never physically been to their destination, only a memory of a memory.
“Ready?” Albus asked looking at Harry. He watched the boy set his features in stone, grip his wand tightly and nod as he put his hand on the Headmaster’s arm. Harry was fearsome to behold when he was getting ready for a task. In his younger years, Albus had seen some of this determination, but now the boy was a man, steel will and all. Albus pictured his destination and apparated them.
Harry hated apparating. It was gross compared to flying. Flying was free, easy, and beautiful. To fly was art.   Aparating was ugly, necessary, limiting, and almost always made him want to vomit. Harry’s balance was honed in the fires of Auror training, so his landing was perfect, his senses on alert and his wand ready upon arrival. He was composed on the outside, inside his stomach rebelled at the traveling style. They were just on the outskirts of the forest of Little Hangleton. Harry remembered this place, so he walked in front of Albus, towards the direction of the shack. If there were any spells, traps or ruses Harry would know.
They had landed quietly thanks to the silencing charm they had placed on their bodies. They moved as a one, slithering across the forest floor on their silent feet. They moved like a snake, zigging and zagging in unison, Harry had taught them well. They were his team, steady, loyal and deadly. They were after dangerous prey tonight. The Elder, a dangerous dark wizard, his mind was twisted and his actions were devoid of mercy. Unlike dark wizards before him, he did not create an army. He longed for the chase, the game of cat and mouse. His latest victim sat heavy on Harry. Seamus. Harry’s friend had been walking home and took a shortcut through this forest, and fell into a trap. The ward was imbued with a hex that crushed the skull. Seamus’ body was found by Dean Thomas his best friend, who in turn reported it to the Auror department.
Shak had sent the best of the best, the black team, Harry’s team. Their senses were alert. Harry cast an undetectable, a revealing charm designed not to be seen by anyone only revealing to those with the trained sensitivity.
Harry paused just before entering the forest line. He cast an undetectable, closing his eyes and waiting for his spell to bounce back to him, feeding him the information he needed. Much like sonar it hit his senses with the information, trees, nature, nothing waiting...yet.
Unlike in the Ogden memory Harry remembered, the shack was no longer standing, but collapsed in on itself, only a few of the walls were standing. Harry let his feelings go out, and he climbed some of the brush nearer to the rubble. He sent out another undetectable, this time he felt the wards. The taste was strong, licorice flavor, signaling dark magic, his hair raised on his arms in response. The wards were strong, but nothing Dumbledore and himself could not handle.   He nodded to Albus, and they began the complicated spells to bring down the wards.
Beautiful colors danced from their wands, creating a sheet of magic that slid over the dome of the wards. Harry’s spells were probing, searching for weaknesses that could be used to bring down the entire protection. Albus was sending revealing spells that allowed them both to see every thread and layer of the wards. Harry found one place close to the ground that was weak. He sent his breaking spells there. He targeted the one weak spot and within minutes they had broke each layer of the wards.
The depressive nature of the ruins called to something inside Harry. He knew the story, the madness that ran within the family. The family had been the epitome of everything that ran against love. Even Voldemort was created from a love potion, not conceived in real love. The irony of that was not lost on Harry. The shell left of the shack, reminded Harry of the shell Voldemort had become, harboring only the darkest parts of his soul. Brought down out of neglect and fate. Since the wards were down, he cautioned Dumbledore to wait. He was the seeker and he would find their quarry.
Drawn like a moth to a flame, he felt for the pulse, the thread of connection, the whispers he let bleed into his mind. Climbing the rubble, he moved, pulled forward, piece by piece he removed the rubble. Wood from crumbling walls, pieces of furniture, parts of plates and cups, and other parts of the old kitchen. Under what used to be a floor board, he saw the box, his target lay just inside. He cast the unlocking charm and levitated the ring out of the box. He would not touch it, that would activate the deadly curse that started the events he was desperate to stop.
Albus stared at the ring, he knew what it was. The stone was unmistakable and temptation took over his good thoughts calling to him from the recesses of buried memories. If he could just wear the ring, he would see her again, Ariana, his beloved sister. His mother, he would be able to talk to her, apologize, lay his guilt at their feet. He had eyes only for the stone, everything washed away. Harry, the house, the dark oppression that filled the area, Albus had to have that stone. He reached for it, needing the lifeline it represented, and then it vanished...His only link to them was gone… Albus fell to his knees, weeping.
Harry had brought the necessary tools, he took his charmed cloth, imbued with the potion, and dropped it over the ring, casting the charm to vanish it away to the place he had banished all the rest. Harry focused then, slipping down to hold the broken headmaster, as the moon slowly started it’s rise.   The forest was dark, empty and silent save for the weeping of a broken man, held by the arms of a savior.
Albus wept on the shoulder of a boy. This boy he had failed numerous times, in spite of himself for the sake of a cause. A cause that had cost him so much, yet he paid so little for his transgressions. Ariana had been lost, in his blindness, for the greater good, and for the love of a man he had to ultimately destroy. Harry was his lifeline, his redemption, yet he had failed Harry more times than he would admit. He had tried to mold Harry, stand apart from him, tried to not love him. Harry was not the kind to let that stop him. He inspired love, trust and respect.
“Come Professor, we must leave. We have time for you to tell me about her, and about him when we return.” Harry comforted.
Albus felt himself lifted, as he tried in his own weakness to stand. “We shall fly, let the wind carry your worries sir, let it spread your pain to the far corners.” Harry whispered as he used his wand to bind the older man to him.   And then they flew. Harry’s magic surrounded them, lifted them, and by sheer determination they were airborne.
For Harry it was liberating, even with a burden, there was the air, and the sky. No chains, or walls, no confinements. Harry followed the star pointing him in the right direction, and they flew for an hour.   It was magnificent, breathtaking, and serene. Therapy for lost souls could be found on the wind.
Albus could feel the air passing by him, see the landscape unfolding below him, and he tried. Tried to let go the pain, the guilt and the loss. Some of it seeped out of his soul merging with the wind. He let Harry take him higher than he would ever have gone. High enough that the stars felt within reach.
They landed just outside the main gates to Hogwarts. Harry guided them to the headmaster’s office, where Albus sat down and just stared into the fire.
“Dobby.” Harry called softly.
A loud pop, and the house elf bowed.
“What can I do for Harry Potter?” Dobby asked.
“Tell Professor Snape the Headmaster is in need of a calming draught and a single dose of dreamless sleep.” Harry stated.
“Dobby will gets it for Master Harry.” and he left with another pop.
Harry sat next to his oldest friend, the man who had been like the grandfather he never had. He was the first person to show him some care and consideration, despite maneuvering, the pursuit of ‘the cause’, he was just a man who needed Harry. The man put himself under the burden of caring for so many over the years. Harry understood why. When you have made big mistakes during your youth, the demons have a way of creating life long burdens. Harry understood, he made his own penance because of his choices. Albus has been serving his own self-imposed penance for centuries.
“Sir, tell me about her. Ariana. What was she like.” Harry knew the man needed this, an outlet, to share his guilt and grief. Talking was like breathing life into a memory again. At least for now.
Dumbledore looked at Harry with those blue eyes devoid of their natural twinkle.
“You already know much about her.”

“Aberforth, and others acquainted me with pieces, I figured some things out by reading in between the lines.” Harry replied.
“Then you know what I am.” Albus said tonelessly.
“You are a man who had a mission, and learned that people were more important. You are a man who loved his family, but could not see them in the blinding grace of pleasing someone you loved. You are a man who has given so much of yourself to others that there is barely anything left. You are also human. You can die, you can break, and you can make mistakes. Mistakes are only the first steps to our success.” Harry replied back, wanting Albus to see what he saw.
“My mistakes haunt me Harry, I have nothing left, except for this school, you and Severus.” Albus explained.
“Sir, It may be time to mend things with Aberforth. Too late do we see what we have missed.” Harry consoled.
Severus walked in at that moment, clutching two potions in his hands and moved over towards the Headmaster. He looked at Harry, who only shook his head, “He battles his own demons Professor, tonight he needs to rest out of their reach.”
“Albus, you know that you don’t have to carry all your burdens alone. We can be here for whatever you should require.” Severus offered, his hand lightly placed on the Headmaster’s shoulder. He has started getting better at the physical comfort part thanks to Harry.
“Dobby can stay with him,” Harry stated, “He just needs rest, and then we can talk later.”
“Albus, allow me to help. We will talk tomorrow, take these so you can rest.” Severus offered, handing the aging wizard the potions. Albus nodded, taking the potions.
Dobby stood by the Headmaster. “Stay with the headmaster Dobby, make sure he gets to his bed tonight.” Harry requested.
Dobby nodded, and Harry let Dobby take the man, while he could still stand.

Temptation brings it’s own tragedies, Harry had his own wounds. With each day, he felt healing reach for his soul as he helped others.
~TBC - Please rate and review. Oh and if you note any errors, please feel free to point them out, I do correct any errors noted, and re-read my story almost daily to ensure I find and fix all errors I can.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fate Falls

Chapter 10 - Temptation’s Torment