Unexpected Love | By : DeirdraDomain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 29035 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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The torture began the moment Harry woke from unconciousness. It was the next morning and he woke up feeling like a herd of hippogriffs had tap-danced on his head. And inside his skull. And all over his face. But that wasn’t the worst pain yet to come. His “friends” had more in store for him. In fact, they were sitting there, calmly watching him from when he began to stir to when his eyes were fully open, albeit squinting and blinking away the fuzzy light.
“What the fuck happened and where am I?” he asked groggily and tried to move his hand to the back of his head but found it bound to the arm of the wooden chair he was in.
“It’s called an intervention, Harry. We’re here to help you,” Hermione said kindly.
He looked at her as if she were insane, which she very well could be. “What the fuck do you mean ‘intervention’? Isn’t that for drugs or alcohol? Addictions?”
“Oh, but you do have an addiction, Harry. You continue to insist you’re gay, which is a bold-faced lie and we all know it. Though I think you’re actually beginning to convince yourself it’s true, and you’re involved in a depraved relationship with two Death Eaters that is just not right,” the bushy-haired witch stated matter-of-factly, as if nothing she had said was farfetched.
His faced scrunched in disbelief and anger, “Who the fuck are you to tell me what I am and am not? Did it ever occur to you that I am gay and perfectly happy with whom I’m involved? Just because you don’t approve of it, doesn’t make it false, Hermione.”
Hermione bristled at his implications, “Harry, we love you.” She ignored the snort that came from his direction and pressed on, “You can’t possibly expect us to believe that you prefer men. I mean, really! You’re Harry Potter, Order of Merlin First Class! Saviour of the Wizarding World! Hero! There is no way you could like men. You need to set a good example for society and all the little children out there who look up to you. You need to continue the Potter line, marry a nice girl,” Ginny made sure she was within sight when Hermione said this, smiling coyly, “be normal! Not shacked up with two Death Eaters who, and this makes it worse, are men! For Merlin’s sake, Harry, think of the children!”
Harry couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her words, which just angered her more. Think of the children, my arse, he thought. He was having a bit of a problem figuring out why the three of them would do this to him, but he figured the more he could get them to talk, the more he would find out about why he was there.
“So you’ve taken it upon yourselves to what? Cure me?” he asked in disbelief.
Hermione beamed at him as if he had just answered a particularly difficult question without any help or prodding, “Why, of course we are, Harry. We love you and want you to get better, be normal.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes, “Normal, hmm? If anything, the three of you aren’t normal. I mean, kidnapping me and tying me up? Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that?”
“Hell no, it was the only way we could help you with your….problem,” Ron said in disgust, no doubt thinking of the various things Harry got up to with the Malfoys, though obviously trying not to think of it.
“My problem,” he said flatly.
“Yes, your problem,” Hermione answered.
The honorary Slytherin snorted, “And how do you propose to help me?”
“Why, with counter spells, potions, charms and rituals, of course,” the brainy, bushy-haired witch replied.
“Yes, then we can be together like we always wanted to be,” Ginny said dreamily.
Harry turned to her with an incredulous look, “What do you mean like we always wanted to be? I can honestly tell you that there was never a time when I even considered being with you, Ginny. I’ve never liked you like that.”
“You’re lying!” she screamed, “You love me and you know it! They did something to you, put you under a spell or potion or something, because I know you love me!”
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she started sobbing then ran out of the attic. Of course, this angered not only Ron, but Hermione as well, and the two of them advanced on him. He noticed for the first time that there was a large table standing next to the chair he was imprisoned in, holding a large variety of books, potions and talismans, apparently to aide his “friends” in curing him. He didn’t know how far they were willing to go, or what exactly they were going to do, but he had a very bad feeling about all of this, a bad feeling that he wouldn’t make it out of this alive and/or whole. He just hoped that Lucius and Draco found him soon.
Ron didn’t waste time backhanding his former friend for upsetting his sister, but Hermione pulled him away before he could do anything else, whispering to him earnestly that Harry couldn’t be too injured for the things they planned to work. He nodded grudgingly then walked over to the table, a malicious smile forming on his face when Harry caught his eye, and gathered the first few things they would be needing for the first round of “treatment”.
Harry’s eyes grew wide as Hermione spoke to him once more, “Now Harry, we’re going to perform some rituals and feed you some potions. I want you to cooperate like a good Gryffindor and not give us any trouble. We’re going to cure you of this….thing, even if it kills you.”
“Even if it kills me?” he asked in a soft, horrified voice, “Are you sure what you’re planning on doing is safe?”
Ron looked to Hermione questioningly but she ignored him, “It’s only dangerous to those who aren’t under the influence of any spells, potions, charms or whatnot to cause what’s wrong with you. Meaning, if you being gay was a natural occurrence instead of magically induced, they would kill you. Of course, we all know you have been magically coerced, so it doesn’t matter.”
“And if you’re wrong and I really am naturally gay,” he asked with a hard voice, speaking the last few words as if they disgusted him, which they did, but not for the reasons Hermione assumed.
She shrugged, “Then you die. But I’m positive you won’t.” Her features hardened as her voice grew steely, yet soft, “And if I’m wrong and you die….then the Wizarding World would be better off without you and your perversions.”
“My perversions?!” he screeched, “Well, aren’t you all high and mighty. Not to mention bitchy. Who died and made you God, you fucking bitch? It’s not within your power to decide whether or not I deserve to live, Granger. You have no right to do this to me.” Harry glared at her and narrowed his eyes, “And when my lovers,” he paused to take in their horrified faces at his words, then continued on with malicious glee, “find out what you’ve done, there won’t be a trial for you. You’ll be sent straight to Azkaban and probably sentenced to the Kiss. I just hope you enjoy your bit of fun with curing me before they find us, because you’ll probably die before making it to prison if they catch you.”
His words angered the two of them more and pushed them into action. For hours they tried everything they possibly could. Nothing was working and they were running out of things to try. They were also running out of time. Harry’s screams could be heard throughout the whole house, but hour by hour they were getting weaker. Harry was getting weaker. He was dying. No one noticed two identical heads popping into the Floo to see if anyone was home, nor did they notice the twin looks of shock on their faces when they heard the anguished screams. No one saw when Fred and George crept up the stairs to see who was screaming and why. Of course, no one saw them leave, either.
When the twins got back to their apartment over their shop in Diagon Alley, they knew they had to do something to help their friend, their adopted brother. The only thing they could think of, since they knew from letters from Ron and Ginny that Harry had been moved into Slytherin territory and was now protected by the Potions Master while at the castle, was to owl Professor Snape and tell him that they knew where Harry was. Surely there were people missing him, right?
They couldn’t be sure, but they were nearly positive that they had heard something along the lines of Harry being with either one or both of the Malfoy men. This didn’t bother them one bit. If it did, they would be hypocrites, seeing as they were gay themselves. One thing they were sure of, though, was that Harry was in a large amount of pain and no one knew where he was aside from the twins and his captors. Someone had to help him.
Fred and George sat down at their desk and penned a letter to their dear, former Potions professor. When they were done, they tied it to the leg of their owl and sent him off to find the snarky man wherever he was, hoping it would get to him as soon as possible.
While waiting for a response, they closed up their shop and got all their inventory and paperwork taken care of while they could, getting it out of the way. Well, they tried, but they were too worried about Harry to do much. It wasn’t long before the owl was tapping on their window with a response tied to his leg.
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While Harry was being tortured, and the twins were discovering where he was, Lucius, Draco, Severus, Blaise and Narcissa were worrying at Malfoy Manor. They hadn’t heard from anyone in hours and it was getting very late. Severus’ conversation with Albus had just set them on edge even more, considering his words. They knew he had to be involved in some way, but they couldn’t prove how.
Hours after they received the letter from the kidnappers, another owl was tapping at the window. The noise startled the lot of them and Narcissa, being one of the only people in the room to still contain a bit of sense in her head, walked over to the window to let the messenger in. All of them were surprised when the owl flew over to the Potions Master and held out its leg.
Severus took the letter from the owl and unrolled it, gasping as he read.
Professor,
We have information about that package you were inquiring about. If you meet us at our shop we’ll tell you all we know about the specific item. Send word back with Achilles to let us know whether or not you’ll be coming by. This is most urgent.
Your loyal pranksters,
Gred and Forge.
“What on Earth would they be writing to me ab-“ He paused as it dawned on him. “Sweet fucking Merlin! They know where Harry is!”
Draco jumped up from where he was sitting on the couch next to his father and snatched the letter from his godfather’s hands, “What do you mean they know where Harry is? How do they know that? Wait, this letter doesn’t say anything- Oh.”
Lucius perked up at the news, “You really think they know, Severus?”
The dark-haired man nodded gravely, “My only concern is why they’re owling me to let me know. Why are they offering this information? Why are they telling me?”
“Do you think it’s a trap or a joke?” Narcissa asked softly.
Severus shook his head, “No, I don’t. They may joke a lot, and they may be pranksters, but this is something they would never joke about. Fred and George care deeply for Harry like a brother and were most upset when they found out about how Ron, Ginny and Hermione were treating him, from what I’ve heard. And I don’t honestly think they would try and trick us.” He performed a few spells on the parchment to confirm that it was, in fact, from the twins, then nodded when he saw the results. “This just confirms the suspicions I have that Granger and the two youngest Weasleys are involved.”
”You didn’t tell us you thought they were involved, Sev,” Lucius said accusingly.
The Head of Slytherin rubbed his temples and sighed, “Lucius, would you have believed the three of them capable of this had I mentioned it earlier?”
“Probably not,” he conceded.
“Exactly. But after my talk with Albus, and the fact that some of his words were suspiciously similar to those of the person who wrote the letter, though not close enough for it to have actually been him, I assumed he was involved and, most likely, encouraged whoever did this. I’m going to meet them,” Severus said.
“We’re going with you,” Draco said, as Lucius nodded and stood as well.
“No, I have to go alone. Blaise, stay here with the Malfoys and make sure they don’t do anything stupid, please.”
Blaise nodded and smirked at the nasty looks all three Malfoys threw his lover, “No problem, love. Just hurry back and let us know what’s going on. I don’t want anything to happen to Boy Wonder.”
Severus smiled then leaned down to kiss Blaise, “I’ll try. Be good.”
“Never,” Blaise replied.
Severus scribbled a note on the back of the letter the twins sent him, then sent the owl back to them, giving it just enough of a head start to get there a few moments before him. He assured them all once more that he would hurry, then apparated to London and made his way to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Without bothering to knock, he entered the closed shop and made his way to the counter where he poised his hand to ring the bell, but the twins appeared from the back of the store before he could.
The three greeted each other quickly, then Severus got straight to business, “Well then, what is it you have to tell me?”
To be continued...
Author's Note: Good news everyone. I just saved tons of money by switching to Geico....-Snickers.- Ok, sorry, I couldn't resist. But I do have good news. Chapter twelve has been finished and beta'd and is more than ready to be posted next Friday. Now I just have to write thirteen...when I get the time...Right... So I'm sorry this chapter was a day late, but I about passed out last night when I got home. It was a long day. Erm, this chapter showed you the Malfoys realizing Harry's missing and what they try to do to figure out where he is. I know the Malfoys are a little OOC, but this is how I'm writing them and if you don't like it, no one is holding a gun (or wand) to your head and making you read the story. I wanted them almost lamely emotional because, well, it's amusing me. Next chapter you find out what's happening to Harry and, in the same chapter which is the longest out of all of them, weighing in at over 7,000 words, also see him rescued. Chapter thirteen is the chapter in which he finally tells the story of the Gryffindors' betrayal.
Now, I know a lot of people have complained, and commented, about how I didn't give any information about how and why they betrayed him, not to mention how he became friends with the Slytherins and ended up in the dungeons. Have you never heard of vagueness and suspense? Just because it hasn't been explained yet, doesn't mean it won't be explained at all.
Phew! -Wipes sweat off forehead.- Glad I got that out! Anyhow, thirteen may be a little late, but since next weekend is a three day weekend for me, I should be able to get it written (and beta'd) in time, but I promise nothing. I'll try. Now, there are fifteen chapters, as you all know, and I did mention that I have a five chapter sequel planned for this story. I won't be writing the sequel just yet because I have another fic I want to work on and it's going to be a long ass fic, the longest I've ever written. I started it a while back then put it on hold to work on this one. I don't want any distractions when I finally start working on it again. It will be a Lucius/Harry fic and, unlike this one, Draco won't be nosing his way into their bed. Because, you know, this story began as a Lucius/Harry...
Right, so I'll leave you all for now. Until next Friday. As I said, I'll try to get thirteen written by the 11th, but I promise nothing. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Keep in mind that chapter twelve is the longest yet, with lots of action....but still no sex. The sex will be back either at the end of thirteen or, at the latest, chapter fourteen. I may have to write it into fourteen because, as it's looking now, thirteen is going to be just as long as, probably longer than, twelve without sex. But don't worry, there will be much more sex before the end of the story and there will be lots of sex in the sequel when I get it out. Let me know what you think about the chapter, reviews are always welcomed.
Deirdra
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