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Chapter List
- 1-Ragnarok
- 2-Strike
- 3-Assault
- 4-Counterstrike
- 5-Backblow
- 6-Clash
- 7-Collision
- 8-Blast
- 9-Jab
- 10-Rush
- 11-Unite
- 12-And Conquer
- 11
- 12
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Chapter Twelve�And
Conquer

�� You are
ready.�

�� Harry
tilted his head in acknowledgment of Malfoy�s words, but he didn�t stop looking
into the fire. Malfoy�s Patronus stood in front of him, stretching its wings
and settling its feathers continually. Harry didn�t know for certain, since he
had never watched his own Patronus for long periods of time, but he would wager
that that was a sign of Malfoy�s own nervousness.

�� Good to know it�s not just me.

�� It seems
so strange,� he murmured, because Malfoy�s silent presence demanded an
explanation from him. �To think that we might actually conquer the world, in
the way that Voldemort dreamed of doing and didn�t manage to.�

�� The
cormorant shook its silvery wings again and turned to preen the middle of its
back. Malfoy�s voice still came uninterrupted from the beak, though. �You must
remember that our ambitions are different from his. I have no reason to want to
destroy Muggleborns and the others he targeted. But they could give themselves
reasons, if they started using the rituals or rebelling against us in other
ways.�

�� Be as
benevolent a ruler as you can, then,� Harry murmured without taking his eyes
from the flames. This was one of the last times he would sit in the room
beneath the Wizengamot headquarters that had been his home for so long�unless,
of course, he wanted to come back here. It was a strange thing to think
about.� �Then they won�t have a reason to
rebel against you. Publish the Wizengamot�s private documents,� he added. �That
ought to prove to any rebels how far they�ve been fooled and what a corrupt
government they�ve been living under all this time.�

�� What about
you, Potter?�

�� Startled,
Harry raised his eyes. There was a sharpness in Malfoy�s voice that told him
this wasn�t part of the arguments that could simply be dismissed. �What about
me?� he asked, feeling a bit stupid. �I�ll be with you, of course, but I don�t
think I could persuade people not to rebel on my own. If anything, I�ll be a
target of attempts to start a rebellion, since they�ll think of me as a hero
until I teach them better.�

�� No, you
idiot,� said the cormorant. It was watching him with Malfoy�s eyes, too, as
well as Malfoy�s voice. �You�re going to be ruling beside me. You should adopt
your own policies and tell me when I�m going too far. You�ll probably notice
such things more than I will,� he added.

�� Harry
blinked. �I thought�� he said, and then fell silent, reviewing his past
conversations with Malfoy. Yes, in fact, he had been the stupid one. Malfoy had
been the one proposing something like this all along.

�� What?� The
cormorant hopped towards him, ruffling its feathers aggressively.

�� You did
say that I would be your equal,� Harry whispered. �I just assumed that you
would be the one doing the ruling, and I would help you with the fighting and
nothing else. Unless a rebellion actually did arise, of course.�

�� That�s
like you, Potter.� Malfoy�s voice was acerbic, but with an undertone of
comprehension that made Harry relax. �You think you�re not good enough to hold
the positions that you assign to other people without hesitation. You wouldn�t
do anything without permission if you had the choice. I shouldn�t be surprised.
The Wizengamot got you used to being commanded, and a few fucks and a few
rituals aren�t enough to change matters.�

�� Shut up,�
Harry muttered, feeling his face heat. He knew Malfoy was right, and the
sensation of freedom was probably what made him drift through these hours,
dreamy and lost, but he still resented the way it had been pointed out.

�� Stop being
stupid,� Malfoy snapped, and then his voice became low and business-like.
�You�ll respond to my call after I�ve spent a few hours in the Wizengamot building
and I can be sure we have all the members we�ll collect for that day. Tomorrow
is an important vote. I expect general attendance.�

�� Harry
nodded. �I know. And when you call me, then I�ll burst up through the floor
with my power blazing around me. How many do you want to kill?� He experienced
a moment of wonder that he was sitting here and deciding the fates of his
former masters. Then again, Malfoy would say that he deserved the chance, given
the way they had used him. Harry had to admit that sounded reasonable to him.

�� Yes,�
Malfoy said. His voice was full of deep satisfaction that made Harry shift,
because it got him hard. �That�s it exactly. As for how many, that will depend
on their sense. We might have to sacrifice several to make the point to the
rest. I would leave most alive if I could, because there are some key positions
they might be suited for under us.�

�� I wish we
could kill them all,� Harry muttered. He didn�t believe the words. He wanted to
see how Malfoy would respond to them. �They�ll just become the focus of future
rebellions if we leave them alive.�

�� And we
would become the focus of blood feuds,� Malfoy said dryly. �I thought as you do
at one time. But there will be other times to fight, and people foolish enough
to force us to it. This first step is the decisive one. Be patient.�

�� Harry
nodded, and lay back on the bed as the cormorant shivered and vanished. His
head still whirled. He was sure he would have trouble sleeping.

�� He didn�t,
in fact. He was surprised by how quickly the darkness closed in, and how still
his thoughts fell after the last one that trembled through his head like the
tolling of a great bell.

�� Tomorrow, the world changes.

*

�� Draco
glanced around the anteroom before the Wizengamot�s voting chamber and gave a
thin smile. Yes, most of the members were there, excluding a few on diplomatic
journeys and some too ill to readily make it.

�� And
Gilfleur, of course.

�� He extended
his hands in front of him and squeezed air, then moved towards Risidell. The
man stood there and watched him come with bright, suspicious eyes. Draco was
sure that he had certain thoughts about what had happened to Gilfleur and if
Draco was involved in it at all. But he hadn�t said anything so far. He
probably wanted to wait for more evidence.

�� Too bad for him that it�ll be too late by
then, Draco thought as he gave a friendly nod to Risidell and then turned
and studied the other Wizengamot members.

�� What are
we here for, really?� he murmured.

�� What?�
Risidell edged closer to him. His voice had a crystalline keenness that Draco
was glad to hear. It made what he had to do next easier.

�� What is
our purpose?� Draco asked, turning and staring at him. �Anyone who thinks that
we actually serve the people of the wizarding world is mad. But most of us
wouldn�t say that our greatest ambition is to sit in a stuffy room and vote on
legislation that only matters to us once in a while. So why is this position so
craved and sought-after and fought-over?�

�� Risidell
frowned and shook his head. �You were one of those who fought for it. I think
you should be able to answer that.�

�� My answer
might be different from yours,� Draco said. �It would certainly be different
from the answer that someone like Kellerston or Gilfleur might give.� He
paused, then added, �Though I suspect that Kellerston�s motive was provided by
someone else.�

�� Say what
you mean, Malfoy, or say nothing at all.� Risidell�s voice was sharpened into a
throwing knife.

�� Draco
smiled and turned his head back, scanning the room for Kellerston. He hovered
near the doors into the speaking chamber, it turned out, and his eyes were hot
and his hands clasped together as though he wanted to squeeze drops of blood
from a stone. Draco raised his eyebrows at him, and Kellerston grimaced and seemingly
fought down the urge to actually spit in his direction.

�� Say what
you mean, Malfoy,� Risidell repeated. He sounded a bit calmer this time, but
Draco still wouldn�t want to be placed in an empty room with him.

�� Then he
remembered how close he was to revealing his power, and wanted to laugh. There
was nothing Risidell could do to hurt him now.

�� I will,�
he said, and turned around so swiftly that Risidell was forced to step back. �Potter, come forth.�

�� Risidell�s
face began to change, but Draco was no longer interested in watching him except
to make sure that the man didn�t cast against him. He stepped back and fastened
his eyes on the floor instead.

�� It shook,
and then the stone slid aside like waves of water or silk. Draco wanted to applaud�Potter
had judged the matter to a nicety, making others have to scramble while leaving
a platform on which Draco could stand�but he didn�t want to distract from the
spectacle that was Ragnarok coming forth at last.

*

�� Harry heard
the call echoing in his bones, the way Malfoy had told him he would.

�� That was a
result of the ritual between them, Harry knew�at least intellectually. The
ritual that had bound them together made it easier for them to sense each
other, as well, or at least the sounds or movements that they might make which
were directed to each other.

�� But
emotionally, it was something else. It was like words that reached into Harry�s
heart and literally tugged on those nonexistent heartstrings people were
supposed to have. He lifted his hands and destroyed the layers of stone and
wards that separated him from the Wizengamot�s antechamber because that was the
plan. What he wanted, though, was to
Apparate through time and space to Draco�s side and never leave again.

�� He could do
the same thing to Malfoy if he wanted, he reminded himself while his heart
spiraled through his chest and the wards fell before him and the stone sheared
and parted and plunged. He had as much power as Malfoy did in this situation,
or so Malfoy claimed, and Harry was inclined to believe him.

�� As much.
Perhaps not more.

�� But the
important part was that the wards were screaming and falling around him, and
the stone was crumbling into watery dust as it touched his skin, and Harry
still had to rise to Malfoy�s level�literally, not in any other way. He
extended his hands parallel to the floor and told his magic what to do.

�� Up he went soaring,
from the depths where he had lain like a concealed dragon gnawing the roots of
the world-tree for so many years. It wasn�t flying or levitation. He told the
magic to make the ground reject him and then renew the bond when he wanted it
renewed, and that was what his magic did.

�� He wavered
and twisted in midair, but he knew that would make him more terrifying to someone
who knew nothing about the magic, instead of ridiculous. He landed beside his partner
and nodded coolly to him, then turned his head to scan the room full of
staring, stuttering, stumbling Wizengamot members.

�� Malfoy
touched him on the shoulder, then low on the back, as if searching for the best
place to rest his hand. Harry stretched in response. He liked the touches for
their own sake, he thought. How long since he could say that about anything?

�� What does
this mean?� That was Risidell. Harry had always thought he was a bit smarter
than the others. At least he accepted that things had changed now, and wouldn�t try to pretend that nothing had and
they could ignore the circumstances.

�� Malfoy
turned towards him. His face shone like the heart of a star, and on seeing it,
all Harry�s doubts that this might be the right thing to do collapsed. He was
content to step back and let Malfoy answer for the present. He knew how to use
political language better than Harry, but Harry knew better how to destroy.

�� They were
united. They were two parts of a whole, both smoothly functioning, without
discussion, at what they did best. Harry had to close his eyes from the
sweetness of it all.

�� He opened
them quickly enough when a man on the other side of the room moved forwards
with a scream, his hand lashing out, with his wand in it, as if there was a
stone wall in front of him that he wanted to push over.

�� Harry only
vaguely recognized him, but that didn�t matter. He was someone who was trying
to hurt Draco or Harry or both of them�most likely both, since hurting one of
them would damage the other�and that made him Harry�s problem. Harry spun one
hand in a circle in front of him and again told his magic what he wanted. It
agreed with a small, sighing hiss in the back of his mind and shot out like a
rope.

�� The
attacking man shivered and slowed and then stopped. Marble had replaced his
skin, and lumps of coal his eyes. His arms clamped to his sides, while his feet
froze in place. His face was seamed and cracked, and Harry shook his head
regretfully. He had meant to turn the man into a perfect statue, but it seemed
that his own anger had interfered with that.

�� Draco�s
hand brushed his back again, while his mouth brushed Harry�s ear. �Well done,
Harry.�

�� I�m not alone in wanting to call him by his
first name, either. Harry turned his head, his eyelashes fanning out along
his cheek, and felt Draco�s breath whistle close by. Only the presence of
others in the room kept him from a kiss, Harry decided.

�� I will
know what this is.� Risidell was trying to sound authoritative and calm, but he
was shaken badly, and it showed. His voice had more cracks in it than the man�s
face did. Harry opened his eyes in interest, to see how Draco would respond.

*

�� Draco had
been caught off-guard when Kellerston lunged, though it would have been no
trouble to do something about it. But Harry had gestured instead, without a
wand, without a word, and Kellerston had become a statue. And perhaps Harry
hadn�t meant to indicate this�in fact, Draco was almost sure he hadn�t�but the
cracks in Kellerston�s face made him look as though he was suffering in
torment.

�� The others
were frightened, now. It was the best demonstration he and Harry could have
given, Draco thought, because it obliged the others to pay more attention to
them than they would have to threats. They pressed back and away from Draco and
Harry, leaving only Risidell standing anywhere near.

�� And
Risidell�s face was seamed with angry perplexity, as well as a dawning
suspicion�perhaps�of the loss of control that this attack implied. The
beginning of the end, Draco thought as he answered. At least, the beginning of
the end of the Wizengamot.

�� Was
Risidell, who had spent ten years in the most powerful body in wizarding
Britain, capable of comprehending that on the first try? Draco thought not.

�� Harry and
I are allies,� he said casually. �You never wanted to treat him as more than a
tool, whereas I did. You have wasted him on executions. He and I are going to
do more than that, grander things than that. You are looking at the two most
powerful wizards in Britain. Perhaps two of the most powerful in the world,
although I don�t know about that,� he added modestly. A touch of modesty was
always a good thing, he had learned while struggling upwards in the past decade.
Underrate your own abilities and you not only looked good, but surprised those
who might try to take advantage of you.

�� Monstrous,�
said someone from the side, who also seemed to have realized what Harry and
Draco meant to do.

�� Impossible,�
said Risidell. �You must know it is, Malfoy. Do you know how many people will
oppose you?�

�� Draco
thought it time for another demonstration. He turned to Harry. �That man you turned
to marble has a worthless grudge against me,� he said. �Against any Death
Eater, really. We won�t need him later.�

�� Oh, is
that so?� Harry said, in just the right sort of casual, bright tone, and made a
gesture with his hand as though sending back badly cooked food.

�� The statue
of Kellerston exploded. Marble rose in a fountain to the ceiling and then fell
again with a roar, and the Wizengamot members screamed piercingly and cowered
as though they were being covered with bits of blood and flesh instead of the
stone that it really was. And Draco knew that was the end of Kellerston. There
was no reason to mourn him, there was no reason to worry further about him, and
that was thanks to Harry.

�� He pressed
a hand against Harry�s cheek, hard enough to make him turn his head. Then he
leaned in and kissed Harry gently on the lips.

�� When he
pulled back, he saw a transfixed look on Risidell�s face. It was followed a
moment later by fear so intense that Draco snorted. �So you finally
understand,� he murmured. �What we are, and what binds us.�

�� An
alliance with us would still be best,� Risidell said. He was trying not to pant
in his fear, but he was unsuccessful. Draco watched him with cool eyes, and
waited patiently for him to be done. �We could admit Potter among our ranks. If
he fulfilled some of the basic requirements��

�� Your
requirements are done,� Draco said. �As is the period of time in which you
mattered to the fate of the wizarding world. We mean to rule by power, and we
cannot do a worse job than you have. Not when my desire to keep everyone under
my control is united with Harry�s understanding of what is right.� He was
half-aware of Harry jerking beside him and turning to stare, but that didn�t
matter. Harry might be astonished to
hear that he possessed any compassion or principles, but Draco knew the truth.

�� You cannot
simply do this, you know.� Risidell was trying to conceal his fear with a lower
tone of voice this time, and also perhaps trying to hearten the other
Wizengamot members who were pressing and pulling away from him, staring in mute
disbelief at their new lords. �There will be resistance.�

�� Resistance
that we can conquer,� Draco said, and nodded to the ruins of Kellerston.
�Unless you think that we�ll hesitate to do this again.�

�� You cannot
destroy everyone that you mean to rule!� Risidell said, and his voice soared
into a squeak. He cleared his throat. Draco thought about sniggering, but Harry
did it for him.

�� Do you
think that everyone is going to contest us?� Draco asked, and smiled at him. �I
don�t believe so. Oh, yes, the Aurors will fight, and some of the pure-blood
families who don�t want to be ruled by anyone, or who think that we�re going to
impose changes they disagree with. But you�ve done too good a job of weakening
in the Ministry in the last ten years. They
will do what we tell them to, since they�ve got used to having someone
order them about. And the wizarding population does what the Ministry and the
Wizengamot tell them to do. I don�t plan to torture and kill indiscriminately,
and neither does Harry. Dark Lords like the ones we�ve fought in the past were
stupid. We have learned from their mistakes.�

�� You
can�t,� Risidell said. �You can�t simply destroy the structures of the past and
expect everyone to roll over and accept them.�

�� I told
you,� Draco said patiently. He wondered how Risidell had risen this high
without the ability to listen and process the information being fed him.
Perhaps he simply had attained the height where he felt privileged to ignore
most such information. �We don�t think everyone will, just as we don�t expect
everyone to fight. Some people in both categories, yes. But most of the
wizarding population desires that their lives go on, and when we promise that,
we�ll drain a large part of the rebellious impulse.�

�� What do
you want?� Risidell looked as though
he�d start tearing his hair in a moment.

�� Freedom,�
Harry said bluntly. �Freedom of a kind that means no one can ever use me
again.�

�� I gave you
my answer on the day that you interviewed me for my position in the
Wizengamot,� Draco said, and smiled with his teeth bright. �Power.�

�� We can
give you that,� Risidell said. �You know that the Wizengamot has the greatest
power in the wizarding world; you�ve referred to it yourself. Why not stay
among us and let us help you to your goals?�

*

�� Harry
tensed. This was the kind of appeal that would have taken him in when he was
more na�ve or more depressed. He hoped that Draco wouldn�t fall for the same
thing.

�� Draco�s
laughter curled through the room, high and human and reassuring.

�� You had
that power, yes,� he said. �That was why I joined you. And then I learned of
Harry�s existence, and that changed. Now you do not have the power to offer me,
since we have taken it away from you and changed its nature. Grow resigned to
that, and we may yet be allies.�

�� Risidell
bowed his head as if defeated, but Harry could remember him looking that way in
front of other Wizengamot members he had argued with, particularly when they
had disagreed about who Harry should execute next. He had never lost those
arguments in the end. Harry kept a sharp eye on Risidell�s hands and watched
the way they shifted to the left.

�� Perhaps
what you say is true,� Risidell whispered. �Serving under someone who would
treat us well enough to keep us alive is to be preferred to a messy death.�

�� Draco
nodded in satisfaction. �You are an old political hand, and others of you are
as well,� he said, turning so that he could capture the eyes of the rest of the
Wizengamot. Harry wondered if he realized that they were staring at him with
undisguised hostility. �We could work together. We might��

�� Risidell
moved in a smooth, powerful fashion that must have won him duels many times
before. His hand was in place, cutting across his body, and his mouth moved in
the incantation but he didn�t speak it aloud.

�� Harry had
suspected, though, and was ready.

�� His magic
created a shimmering barrier of whirling motes between him and Draco and the
rest of the room, changing the nature of the air itself. Only Harry knew that
those motes were made of steel and that they were edged with spikes that would
chop any magic�or any flesh�that passed between them apart. Risidell�s curse
arched forwards and dissipated between them the same way that any other spell
would have.

�� Draco
turned his head and stared at the whirling motes in the air for a long moment.
Then he reached out and stroked down Harry�s shoulder.

�� Thank
you,� he said.

�� Harry
inclined his head. His heart was pounding, and he didn�t know why. It wasn�t as
though Risidell had come close to achieving his goal. Perhaps it had something
to do with the expression on Draco�s face when he cast the spells that took
away Risidell�s wand and bound his hands, or the deathly stillness of the others.

�� Draco
stepped around the barrier and looked at Risidell closely. Then he shook his
head. �We could have used you,� he said in a voice that had hardly any breath
behind it.

�� Harry knew
what that meant without asking. Draco stepped back and gestured, but the
gesture was slower than the cloud of steel motes. Harry sent them forwards at
the pressure of a single thought, his magic so marvelously obedient that it
made his mouth dry.

�� Risidell
shrieked before the motes attacked him.

�� Once.

�� They shredded
him apart, digging into cloth and flesh and muscle and bone without slowing,
because there was no barrier that could oppose them. This time, the Wizengamot
members really could have ducked
flying blood and tiny bits of human being if they wanted. But none of them did.
They stood there, faces incredulous, bodies like stone, and let the blood cover
their robes and stripe their faces and hair.

�� Harry
stepped back and waited for Draco to clean up, because Draco had to show them
that he had the powerful magic at his beck and call, too, and not only the
ability to command Harry. Draco picked it up more quickly than Harry would have
thought he could, probably because of the ritual that linked them, and smiled
as he used his wand to scrape his palm and then blew across it.

�� The blood and
flesh vanished. The remaining men and women trembled. Some knelt. Others looked
longingly at the door, but no one actually made a move. They were waiting for
permission, Harry thought. They were successfully cowed. And a few were looking
at them with eyes full of sick longing, wanting to know how they had done that
and how they could gain the same magic for their own.

�� Harry
started. He hadn�t thought of that before, but the rituals were weapons in and
of themselves. He and Draco could distribute knowledge in dribs and drabs, and
make sure that only those they truly trusted had access to any kind of enhanced
power. They would be forever ahead of their �disciples,� and he knew that
Draco, at least, was wary enough to make sure that they created no accidental
threat to their prominence.

�� I�ve never thought like that before.

�� But he
rejoiced, because it meant he could learn a new kind of thought, and turned to
Draco to find out what he was going to do next.

*

�� Draco swept
the remaining Wizengamot with his gaze, and nodded. For the moment, he and
Harry were in control of them. That might not last when they had time to think
and reach a breathing distance, but Draco didn�t intend for them to have that.

�� You are
going to swear Unbreakable Vows to us,� he said crisply. �Divide into pairs.
One of you will be the Bonder for the other, and then they in turn will take
over that role when the next one swears to us.�

�� There was a
rustle of movement at that, but Harry raised an eyebrow and stepped forwards to
stand beside Draco. They gulped and began to divide.

�� Draco could
tell how it was going to be. This temporary victory would dissipate�if they let
it. Instead, they would secure it by means of Unbreakable Vows, carefully
chosen, and then spread their conquest over the wizarding world in short order,
killing where they had to, adopting when they could, disrupting ordinary lives
as little as possible.

�� Draco had
little interest in the ordinary.

�� He looked
at Harry, who stood beside him, head tilted back, hands planted on his hips,
face bright and fierce and free, and felt a surge of longing that nearly
knocked him to his knees in turn. He leaned forwards, captured Harry�s
attention with a tap on the chin, and kissed him again.

�� Harry kissed
him back, more aggressive than he had ever been before, and squeezed his arse.
Draco laughed, where before he would have been angry. It wasn�t a sign of
weakness or sentiment in front of this particular audience, because they were
so much more powerful than this particular audience that there was no way they
could threaten Draco and Harry.

�� Draco could
see the future that stretched ahead of him with this particular partner, as
strong as he was, as proud, and as determined to remain in power, and the sweetness
made him lick his lips.

�� He took
Harry�s hand as the first of the Wizengamot came forwards to swear.

�� The End.

*

�� SP777:
Sorry to disappoint you! But this is one of those stories where I decided not
to have things be full of consequences.

�� Draco wants
power over other people. Pure and simple.

�� polka dot: I
think Draco would argue that Harry�s the insane one.

�� anonanon:
Thank you!

�� luvlustblood:
Thanks!

�� thrnbrooke:
Here it is, with the end.
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