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
- 11
- 12
- 13
A/N~ For anyone that may think this is ending any time soon...It seems this story will be quite long. It seems some of Harry's days encompass a couple of chapters each...I had thought a 20-chapter story... But Noooo, these characters have other ideas...Just letting you know... blame them...
Meechypoo64 - I have been there... I took a day off one day cause I stayed up too late reading one really long one. And Sirius' reaction is in this chapter... so have fun... I am having lots of fun writing the holidays... keep reviewing, I love hearing from you and thank you!
Djaddict - lol about the all-knowing... I worked hard trying to figure out how to balance that with Harry, I do so not like the all-knowing Harry, but he had to have a vast store of it for his new position...I'll look at revising, I have to re-read it again.. (I had to split this story into two separate documents for size purposes) WOW, I out beat the Olympics... SWEET!
Ladydragonstar55 - Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Nathoca Malfoy - I hope you meant to review my fic, I am glad you liked it if you did. I am not sure why you think I need to post an epilogue... It is a WIP and nowhere near finished. Though I think, it will have one in the end. If you are talking about in my summary, I do try not to copy JK's actual writings so I would not post her Epilogue. I merely meant to set the cannon stage to let everyone know that my story was 100% cannon including her Epilogue.
Slmncpm - I try not to take too long in writing the chapters. Actually, my current method is to write as much ahead as I can, and then go back re-read for flow, and then enhance the chapters... I only post a chapter when I feel it is done. I tend to post at least two chapters behind where I am with the writing... So right now, I am in the middle of writing 14, but now posting 12 because after the last 6 re-reads, it has not changed and is now done. Enjoy and I love scones.. TY for the scones, the review, and the read.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 12 - Homework, Heroes and House-elves
Harry was comfortable. He did not want to wake up, or think about waking up. He tried to roll over, only to find his way hindered by something binding him. He did not want to open an eye to look, but he had to see what was holding him in his own bed.
One eye opened, the brightness of the day had not yet reached his bed since his bed curtains were drawn shut. There was enough light for him to see what was holding him down… or who. Harry smiled. Draco lay curled up along his side, one arm thrown over his stomach. The blond hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, as far away from perfect as it could get, but on his personal savior, it was perfect.
Harry rolled towards his newly bonded, and dipped his head closer to catch those supple lips. He pressed softly, licking at the seam, begging Draco to wake and let him in. There was a soft moan and his own personal drug was offered to him. One hand stroked Draco’s warm cheek, as his tongue tasted Draco, coaxing the sleeping boy awake to join the dance.
Draco was perfectly happy not to wake up, he was warm, he was comfortable, and he was blissfully asleep. His lips were sending shockwaves down to his groin, it was painful yet wonderful. Then fire and bliss filled his mouth, and he was awake and wanting so much more, but he was not opening his eyes. Feeling the waves of pleasure while blind, increased every sensation. His arms were drug above his head and his mouth was left bereft only to have heated kisses searing his tender skin.
Harry could feel Draco’s responses, everything inside him called for his lovely savior. He grasped those pale arms and lifted them, his eyes captured by the gleam of ivory skin in the light filtering into his bed. He had to taste the skin in front of him. Harry left the sanctuary of Draco’s mouth to taste ivory flesh… Draco’s arms were not enough, but Draco was dressed. Harry wanted more as he kissed and sucked his way down one arm stopping at pulse points to let Draco’s heart beat seep into him. Harry whispered a soft spell and all the buttons on Draco’s shirt were undone. Perfection, creamy sweet perfection greeted his hungry gaze.
Draco was forced to open his eyes when the kisses stopped, his body raged for more. He stared up into a fierce emerald gaze that was sweeping his uncovered chest.
“Harry… Don’t just stare.” Draco hissed.
Harry was drawn downward, by the push of hands, and his mouth came in contact with creamy flesh. Sweet Merlin, he could die from the taste of Draco’s skin. His tongue traced every grove, followed every plane...He latched to one pink bud, pulling it into his mouth, and teasing it mercilessly with his tongue and teeth. Draco’s arching movements, and mewling cries pushed him further. He descended with his mouth, licking a trail lower still, stopping to press kisses and dip his tongue into that adorably sexy navel. His hands made quick work of Draco’s pyjama trousers and green silk boxers. Draco hissed again and nearly screamed when the air hit his reddened cock.
Draco was not going to let Harry just stare at him, he was stirred up and Harry needed to keep going...His fingers ran into dark hair and pushed. He wanted that hot mouth on his skin, he craved it. His head fell back when that devilish tongue started to work on him.. And when Harry found his nipples, there were bright white spots dancing behind his eyes, he could barely breathe. His breathing became shallower the lower Harry went, his trousers were impossibly tight and his body coiled and ready to spring. When the cool air hit his hardness, it was too much sensation that he screamed, or at least tried to it was strangled with pleasure.
Harry was quick to touch the silken tip with his finger, and then his tongue. Harry could have melted on the spot, the flavor of Draco sent shockwaves through his body. Harry began to lap at Draco’s hardness, tasting each fold and stretched hardness, and every inch, until he decided to swallow it. Harry loved the feel of Draco’s heaviness in his mouth, and the beautiful cries his ministrations were producing, made his own cock jerk in time with them. His tongue flattened to trace the underside of Draco’s prick as he glided his mouth over it. He could taste his love with each of Draco’s thrusts, and addicting nectar flowing over his tongue until his throat was drenched.
Draco would be unconscious save for the pleasure within him.. Harry was making him giddy with pleasure. Just the touch of those fingers made him want to release, but Harry just keep flying him higher, with no sign of their peak. Heat engulfed him and Draco cried out, his eyes stung from being unable to roll back further, his hands gripped the sheets in a death grip and his body arched into that mouth, that heated furnace. The small thrusts gave him blessed friction inside that wet mouth and Draco took his pleasure until he could last no more.
Draco felt his hand be taken, and wrap around a rather larger version of his own masculinity. It was smooth silk over hard steel. When his fingers moved of their own accord, dancing and feathering out over the length, he heard Harry’s gasps become uneven.
“I’m close, don’t stop Drac…” Harry panted.
Harry needed some release, so he shrugged his pants down and away from his dripping cock. He reached for Draco’s hand and guided it to touch him. His body begged for Draco’s touch. When Draco moved his fingers against him, Harry tried to catch his breath but found it just out of reach. He wanted Draco’s touch so badly he could cry. And cry out he did when Draco’s hand closed around him tightly. That perfect thumb covered his tip in one flick and then circled before the whole hand squeezed and descended. Draco stroked his length and built an inferno with each stroke. Harry could hold back no more as his body tightened and sprung free.
Draco was mesmerized by watching Harry. He fastened his gaze on his angel’s face as he tightened his grip, he wanted to give Harry every pleasure. He loved the way the olive skin felt under his hand, and he kept going when he felt the first pull of Harry’s release. He wanted to see it all, the glory of their pleasure as it slicked over his hand and Harry’s stomach. Harry’s face in abandon, thrown back at his doing, pleasure wrenched from Harry’s sensual body. Draco finally let go and laid sated next to Harry.
“I hope you two are quite finished in there…” said a disembodied voice that had a strong Irish lilt.
Harry watched amused as the deepest blush he had ever seen flushed over Draco’s ivory skin, from his legs to his face. He would have to remember silencing charms. Harry sat up, reached through the curtain for his wand, only to have it shoved into his hand rather hard.
Harry quickly put things to right, cleaning them and re clothing them. Draco for his part just buried his head into the pillows, hoping to not have to make an appearance.
Harry got out of the bed and looked around, Ron was missing, Neville was already gone, Dean was sitting up agape on his bed, and Seamus was just grinning right back at him.
“It was fully legal… no rules broken...We are bonded and were afforded the right to sleep together.” Harry stated as if it was just another description of a potions ingredient.
Dean coughed.
“Right, with all the weirdness about you now, not only do you get to be friends, but now you are bonded to the sexiest Slytherin?” Seamus questioned, amusement hidden in his eyes.
Harry missed the amusement, he missed the question, and he even missed most of the beginning of what Seamus had said. His eyes narrowed at the ‘sexiest Slytherin’ comment.
Seamus saw the change and backed away slowly, “No harm meant Harry… Just joking with you.” Not sure what he had said to upset his green eyed friend...Green… the green eyed monster stared back at him..
Seamus let out a laugh… “No, worries Harry, I would not dream of trying anything… We are friends after all.” He put out his hands to placate the disgruntled man in front of him.
A pale hand reached out from behind the curtains, and captured one of Harry’s. Seamus saw the monster recede slightly and calm seemed to seep into Harry.
“Sorry, this is all new. I should have known you were only joking with me.” Harry apologized. The other two boys left the dorm quickly, giving Harry some privacy. Harry felt himself be drawn back to his bed by Draco’s hand. He sat down and stared down at Draco’s intense eyes.
“What’s wrong with me? I feel like my emotions are a bit out of whack.” Harry asked.
“It’s the newness of the bond, it will wear off a bit, or really you learn to control the emotions better. Jealousy is one of the stronger ones that need to be controlled.” Draco explained with a satisfied smile. He reached up a hand to stroke Harry’s cheek, “I’m yours Harry, no other can claim me now. And you are mine, meant for no other.”
Harry sighed into the soothing touch, he would not revert back to his old teenage self that was not in control… He would master this.
“We need to get ready, your family will meet us at my godfather’s place tomorrow, and we get to floo there from the headmaster’s office.” Harry said trying to get them back on track.
Draco got up and looked around, surprised to see his clothes packed and at the end of Harry’s bed. He moved towards his trunk and called his traveling outfit to him, and toiletries. Harry explained where the loo was, and decided it was best to wait for Draco to finish, it would take them forever to leave if he joined him. So he sat on his bed and got out his mirror.
“Sirius?” Harry called out.
It took a few minutes, but there was his godfather, impeccably dressed and looking smart.
“Why are you dressed up?” Harry asked. Severus was not expected until tomorrow, unless there had been a change of plans he was not aware of.
“Nothing really. What’s up pup?” Sirius inquired.
“I got the book yesterday.” Harry stated.
“AND?” Sirius was not one to have details left out.
“It was an amazing ritual, the book will be interesting to say the least, there are powers that no other wizard has that I will be learning. There will be more visions, though not sure how that will work. And…” Harry started, but Draco walked in at that moment… his mouth fell open.
Every hair in place, and it glistened in the sunlight that filled the room now. His face was flushed and clean, his crisp white shirt and black blazer fit his torso beautifully… His trousers outlined…
“Harry!” Sirius shouted at him… “Stop gaping and talk to me.”
Draco looked over just in time to see a pretty blush wash over Harry who had evidently been staring. He grinned and flopped onto the bed and looked in on Sirius. “Just me cousin.”
Sirius laughed. “Hello Draco, you seem to make Harry tongue tied… he was telling me about last night with the Book…”
“Well if he has not told you yet, we were magically bonded last night.” Draco spoke for them both as Harry seemed to shake his head out of the stupor it was in.
Sirius stared at Harry and then back at the blond. “Are you serious?”
Harry threw his head back and laughed. “We are serious…” than winked, “Sirius.”
Harry’s godfather groaned at the pun, he had walked into.
“Are congratulations in order? it was mutual correct? No manipulations?” Sirius asked eyeing Draco warily.
“Of course!” Harry snapped. When Draco’s hand touched his, his whole posture softened. “It was a surprise for us both, but not unwanted, and Draco and I were given a choice.” Harry explained further allowing his displeasure at what Sirius was implying to show.
“Congratulations then. We will have to plan celebration for when your parents arrive tomorrow. Snape will be here, so he can put in his two cents.” Sirius stated evidently getting the full brunt of Harry’s displeasure.
“So, Professor Snape is arriving early?” Harry asked, his eyebrows wagging.
Sirius groaned, “Yes, the bat owled me that he would be escorting the two of you today.”
“And that answers my original question. I think I’ll get us to the Headmaster’s office so the fireworks can begin.” Harry said.
“Harry… don’t…” Sirius was cut off by Harry muffling the mirror and banishing it to his trunk.
Draco raised an eyebrow in question.
“Sirius fancies Professor Snape.” Harry answered.
Draco’s eyes went wide, and then a grin broke out. “So the Holidays at your place are going to be filled with awkward moments and accidentally throwing them together, right?”
“Too True.” Harry said with a wicked grin.
They arrived at the Headmaster’s office just around 10am. Harry gave the password and walked in ahead of Draco. Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, a small smile played at his features. Harry was happy to see that twinkle back in those blue eyes when they landed on him.
“Welcome Harry...Draco. I heard congratulations are in order.” Albus said offering his hand to each of the boys.
“Thanks,” Harry said.
“Well Severus shall be along shortly to escort you two to Grimmauld Place. He had to return to his quarters to gather a few things.” Albus ushered them to a small couch near the fireplace. Draco and Harry sat close, Draco only touching Harry’s hand slightly.
Albus looked at Harry and smiled, “Thank you for last night, I think you and Severus were just what I needed…” his voice trailed off when he saw Harry go rigid in front of him.
Harry’s spine began to tingle and he sat up straight.
I heard some disturbing news Luciuss. It concerns your son. Are you aware of his loyalties?
My Lord, I am seeking him out to try to make the boy see the truth. He is young and misguided, but with my guidance, I will bring him back to the fold. The prophecy is closer now, we will be successful soon my Lord.
Yesss. Your son’s indiscretions can wait until we get our hands on the prophesy.
I have cut my son off until he sees the right path, My Lord.
Good… let the brat suffer for a while, then after I have the prophecy, we shall make him see his errors.
Yes, My lord.
I have a delicate task for you Lucius, my loyal servant. Something Peter cannot seem to do.
I am your humble servant.
Nagini is missing, she must have wondered in the ministry and gotten lost or stuck in one of the many mysterious rooms in the department of mysteries. I need you to locate her. Find her, even if you have to search each room individually.
That could take months, My Lord.
I don’t care if it takes years! Do you dare question me?
Screams of pain filled Harry’s ears, tears were falling down his face. He set his jaw. He closed his eyes, and let his mind find that dark thread, hidden behind his impenetrable walls. Harry followed it to the source, he was seeing Lucius on the ground writhing in pain, and he could feel the anger flowing through him. Harry summoned his will, and found himself calling a power from deep within him to the surface. His eyes opened and flashed, black as pitch.
Voldemort stopped. Someone had just entered his mind, was watching with him. Harry
There was a smile that filled his mind. The boy was happy somewhere, that made him sick. Happiness made him want to vomit blood. The boy was connected to him… Possibly why that sniveling Arthur Weasley had survived… His own smile crept over his distorted features… He could send images to the boys’ mind… a plot started to form, that bastard Black was like family to the boy… the thought was revolting, but he would use it… the boy would think they were real… Yes, he could set up a better trap than Barty ever contrived. He put up his mind blocks before going further. He would never realize they were useless against an Augur’s penetration and persuasion.
Lucius pet, I have another more pressing task for you.
Yes, my Lord, I am at your service.
I want everything on Azkaban. When we know its weaknesses we will strike. Fish at the ministry, find me everything, and a list of who’s there now and where they are. I want the dementors… They will be faithful servants.
As you wish my Lord.
Severus had entered the Headmaster’s office to find Albus sitting across from Harry ready to reach for the boy. Draco worried yet silent expression as Harry’s rigidness captured his attention. Severus saw the tears fall, then blood started to weep from Harry’s scar after he had closed his eyes.
Severus stopped the Headmaster from interrupting, and when those eyes opened Albus and Severus gasped in unison.
There were no words to describe what they saw. Black mirrors reflecting fire, pain, restraint, hope, determination and satisfaction. If you looked, you could not look away, the abyss of the Augur had them in its thrall. Each emotion poured from Harry’s eyes into their thralled minds. They were being drawn into the abyss, to drown in emotions.
Draco watched as the Headmaster and his Head of House seem to fall deeper into a trance, and winced when they too started to sweat blood. He watched as their eyes glazed. He stood and walked with his back towards Harry and broke the connection. “Do not look, unless he directs his gaze at you.” Draco whispered to the two older wizards. Both of which slumped together on the other couch facing Harry. Their weakened eyes looked up to Draco in question.
“Harry said his eyes become an abyss of the Augur’s power or a mirror of truth or the reflection of a vision, but they are to be looked upon with great trepidation. I stopped looking when I saw the blackness seeping in before his eyes closed, you would do well to heed that.” Draco explained, transfiguring a couple of insignificant items into cloths and handed them to the older wizards to wipe their brows.
Harry felt his purpose was complete, and pulled out leaving the darkness of the mind of Voldemort. His skin felt dirty, as if the evil lingered there. When he returned to his own mind, he blinked away the scales on his eyes. And only saw Draco’s back in front of him. He reached up to wipe the sweat, and his hand came away with blood. Harry groaned, and Draco turned and knelt in front of him, taking his hands in his own. He reached to wipe Harry’s blood soaked brow.
Draco was relieved to hear Harry come back to them, He turned and knelt, looking up into those beautiful green eyes, and waited for Harry to speak. He soothed Harry while he waited, by pressing a cloth to cleanse the blood.
“Voldemort was going to send your father to search the department of mysteries for Nagini. When your father questioned the timing, Voldemort started to torture him. I could not look at you if I let it continue. I took over inside that insidious mind. I planted the seeds for what needs to happen. His focus is away from Nagini and where it should be.” Harry explained, he looked around to see the other two older wizards looking strangely at him.
“What’s wrong with them?” Harry asked indicating the Headmaster and Severus with his chin.
“They looked into your Augur eyes while you were in Voldemort’s mind.” Draco said.
“Are you hurt?” Harry was afraid of the answer. He would have to research how not to hurt others with his new powers.
“Only drained my boy, there is much we need to learn about what happens with you.” The Headmaster replied.
Severus stood, “Shall we go?”
Both boys nodded, and gathered close to the floo and waited.
Sirius was starting to get anxious. They were late, and he had tried to get everything in order for their arrival. He hoped Harry would like the tree he had procured, and had planned for everyone to decorate when the Malfoy’s arrived. He also had gone and taken care of Harry’s room to expand it for both boys to share. They would be happy, he was sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it should do well enough.
He was pacing when the floo finally flared to life. Harry was the first to enter, then Draco. Sirius hugged Harry in welcome, but his heart started to race when the floo flared once more, and Severus in all his dark foreboding came through. It was just one moment, but their eyes met and Sirius barely caught the hitch of the darker man’s breath, before he composed himself again.
Harry was staring at the large tree in the corner of the room, it was the largest Christmas tree he had ever seen. “Wow” was all he could say. Sirius reiterated Harry’s wow, but towards the dark man who joined them.
The ebony hair was perfect, not greasy, nor unkempt. The shine glowed around the pale face with strong features, and impossibly black eyes that seemed to be accepting of Sirius’ gaze. Sirius could not help himself, he was a parched man, Severus was his water. His billowy robes were gone, in their place was a tailored black over coat, buttons hidden so only a straight line led from his waist up to the opening, revealing a small amount of pale flesh at Severus’ throat. The man was imposing, yet alluring, and always a step away.
Harry’s movement towards the tree, jolted Sirius out of his musings. “Thought we could decorate it all together pup. When the Malfoy’s arrive tomorrow of course.” He explained, breathlessly
“I’d like that.” Harry grinned, unaware that the smile of pure rapture on his face had captured the eyes of the world, his world.
Draco had come through the floo, expecting an elegant clean room similar to those at the manor. This sitting room was dusty, dark and barely used by the looks of it. There was a rather large Christmas tree in the corner, at least it was decent. He almost laughed at the two older men as they stood transfixed in the presence of one another. To his credit, the only indication Severus showed to anything was the glint that fell into his eyes at Sirius’ stare. But when Harry smiled, Draco’s world became centered, focused wholly on his angel. The joy that radiated from Harry seemed to reach out to him and wrap him up and blossom within him. The room seemed so much more acceptable under that glow.
“I’ll show you to your rooms so you can freshen up. I’ll have lunch ready by 12 or so… You all do like cucumber sandwiches and tomato bisque, right?” His eyes were on Severus, Harry he knew would eat anything, and he really did not care what Draco thought.
“That would be acceptable.” Severus replied and looked over at Harry, “Can you look into the Book and see what you can find on the eyes? We need to be more prepared for next time.”
“What next time? What happened? Harry?” Sirius totally focused on his godson, worry filling out his features.
“My eyes, whenever I use an Augur power, they reflect that power. If someone looks directly into my eyes, without direction from me, there are some consequences. I will have to look to see if there is something I can do to control them, or protect others around me.” Harry said, trying to hang his head.
Severus moved forward, put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “We do not blame you, nor must you blame yourself for not being able to control that. Do not let this be another burden of guilt, accept what is, Harry.”
Harry nodded, a little sheepishly, he was a grown man… or he was, this emotional conflict would have no control over him. He must remember to let go the little things, that is what his mind healer had instructed. He would be the man he was, regardless of a younger body and time enough to live lifetimes. He would be composed.
Severus watched the boy, warring emotions filled those green eyes. Then almost as swiftly a mask started to fall over Harry’s face.
Draco reached past Severus, his hand moving to cup Harry’s face. “No mask Harry. We will work together through everything, but no mask...Just Harry...Remember you are human, and allowed to be.” his thumb stroked Harry’s cheek. Severus stepped aside, and watched Harry’s face come into full focus, calm, but open.
Draco reached down and took Harry’s hand, turned to his cousin, “Lead the way.”
Sirius nodded and they walked through to the dark corridor, silently. The stairs were dark and knotted, but sturdy. Sirius stopped on the third floor, beside a tall door. “Your room Harry, Draco. My room is just three doors down, and Severus…” He turned to the potions master, “Yours is across the hall from mine.”
Harry opened the door and he and Draco went inside. Draco closed the door and took Harry to the bed and they laid down just resting in each other’s arms.
Sirius walked the few doors further and turned, his tongue caught in his throat. He indicated to the door, and just stood there staring.
Severus would find the mutt’s actions amusing if he had not been just as taken with the man as Sirius obviously was with him. In this moment, he had two paths, pursue or run. Well he did have homework to accomplish…
“I do rather like you better this way mutt… Silence does wonders for my nerves.” Severus taunted, and waited…
Sirius felt rather indignant, his baser nature was telling him to retort, yet something warned that this was a trap of some sort. He opened his mouth to retort, his baser nature winning out. Then the wind was knocked out of him and heat was flowing from his mouth to his cock in just seconds.
Severus saw his signal, the mutt rose to the occasion. Severus moved quickly, pinning the man to the wall, and his own thin lips sought those of the other dark man. The rough mustache sent sensational shivers through him, but he wanted to fully taste, to really know...he licked the seam of Sirius’ lips, and delved in when the man beneath him sighed, parted those lips and melted against the wall. Severus took, he did not dance, he did not savor, he demanded, took for himself alone. His senses were hit with a wall of deep passion, hands fisted in his hair painfully, and the other man surrendered. Severus devoured everything, the lips, the tongue, the flavor of cinnamon and mint. He broke the kiss just as fast as he started it, opened his door, and looked back at the very sexy ravished mutt… “I see your silence is easily won.” and he closed the door.
Harry lay on the bed, resting in Draco’s arms. He was restless though, and got up and began to pace. Draco just watched from the comfort of the bed.
Harry moved over to the desk, and pulled the shrunken book from the pocket of his pants. He unshrunk the book, and it took over the entirety of the desk space as he opened it. He stared at blank pages, unsure what he needed to do to read it again. Draco got up and stood behind him, placing his hands on Harry’s shoulders. Harry relaxed into that warming touch and closed his eyes. He felt like he was falling into himself, searching for a spark within him. There within the core of his magic was that blue spark, that was what he needed, and he reached for it.
Draco sensed the restlessness in Harry. He would only rest once he found his answers. Draco could only wait, and offer what support he could. When Harry sat down and opened the book, Draco could not stand to see the strain seeping from him. He moved to offer his support, he knew they were connected by touch, and this he would offer gladly. He felt Harry relax into his touch and smiled, Harry was his, always his. There was a steadiness that flowed out of Harry, and Draco felt the shift. Harry’s voice filled his ears, it was soft, and melodic as it read from the pages Draco could not see.
“The eyes of the Augur summon the power of the earth. They cleanse, judge, reflect, and portent. In the thrall of the abyss, empathy is assimilated for those close enough to look, resulting in unconsciousness but no damage. Enemies are drowned in their own afflictions, loyalty is needed to survive the thrall, those who still hold doubt with be washed with power overwhelming. Steadfast loyalty will only be held enough to impart empathy to balance the burden, but a bondmate can resist all. Blessing for the Augur to retain a bondmate, resistant to the thrall for equal partnership. Curse for the Augur to retain a bondmate, a tool for enemies to use. With the power of a strong bond, consent from the willing, an Augur and bondmate become one in times of great need.” Harry’s voice carried, clear, and spellbinding.
Harry’s hands moved over the page, and then it turned with the motion of his raised hand, and his voice was weaving more magic around Draco as he read more.
“The first power to learn and master is the projection. Projection of body or of influence. A tool to guide others with wisdom and kindness, a weapon to construct an equal battlefield. Seek out the power within, flow like water to the mind of another taking only what you need. Speak with the conviction of steel found within. Meditate, commune and be guided to and from your destination.” Harry whispered the words, the information flowing into him.
Draco noticed as Harry read, the darkening of one rune on Harry’s arm. He could not take his eyes away, the darkness was a contrast on the olive skin. Again he had the craving to taste them, but he held, he would stand until such a time as Harry was finished.
Harry felt the words, he did not just read them. He let go the spark, and the scales fell once again. Once again he felt the warmth of Draco’s hands on his shoulders.
He turned his face to look up, “So it seems you can resist me.” a grin spread over his face.
Draco reached down and took one of Harry’s arms, and brought one of those runes close to his mouth. His eyes locked onto the green jewels below him, and he reached with his tongue to taste. Harry’s skin was addicting, but there was a more spicy taste when he licked the rune. Harry’s eyes seemed to darken, not black, but not green. Draco raised the arm, until he was cradling it and he sucked the skin, rune and pulse into his mouth. Harry hissed. Something soft, yet edged, escaped his lips. Seyhas morthes. Draco shivered, and bit down gently, massaging Harry’s vein with his teeth, then soothing with his tongue, savoring the rich spice that flowed from Harry to his tongue. He dipped his head lower to taste another rune, the one closest to Harry’s inner elbow, a different, yet heady spice exploded over his tongue, almost like cloves. Harry’s breathing was erratic, and the pulse under Draco’s mouth was pounding.
Harry could not look away from the dark steel that was staring down at him. One swipe of that pink tongue had Harry hard, but when it reached the rune, it was a pang deep ache that swept over him. He could not resist the words that escaped him in Parseltongue, My blood sings. Harry’s arm was being savored, and yet with each movement of Draco’s mouth, lightning was pulsing through him, he wanted to let that mouth taste every part of him, including the part that was throbbing with a pleasure bordering on pain.
A loud knock sounded on their door, and Draco let go Harry’s arm… They were both breathing heavily, but Harry’s voice sounded well enough, “Come in.”
“Kreacher is to tell you, Lunch is ready. Nasty half-blood.” the elf’s eyes landed on Draco, “Pardon, Master Malfoy, you are also requested.”
Draco was about to berate the house-elf, when Harry stood, and sent him a warning look.
“Thank you Kreacher, you have honored the house of Black with your obedience.” Harry said, bowing slightly to the elf.
The elf looked a bit confused, then let out a huff and shuffled away.
“What was that for?” Draco asked, slightly perturbed.
“He is more valuable than he looks. He must be treated with kindness and respect. I have neglected to talk to Sirius about that. I will remedy that after lunch. Promise me no matter what he mutters, you will only speak kindly, his attachment to the Black Family runs deep, and his loyalty once earned is priceless.” Harry implored.
“I promise, only because you asked so nicely.” Draco replied, and bent to give Harry a quick kiss, but one that lingered on the lips.
They both left and headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. At least that place was not as dingy as the rest of the house Draco noted.
When everyone had arrived and were seated, Kreacher served the meal, clunking plates unceremoniously in front of Sirius and Harry, while being less offending to Draco. After he left them to their food, Harry figured now was the time to speak on the elf.
“Sirius, I have neglected something of great importance. Do you think you could listen with an open mind?” Harry asked, figuring he should start by outlining the importance of it, garnering enough of Sirius’ curiosity. “When we finish with lunch, I’d like to talk to you about something in the room with your family tree.” Harry suggested.
Severus’ eyebrow went up, but Draco just went on eating. They ate in relative silence, until Harry decided to share with them the contents of what he found in the book about his eyes and their power.
Severus listened intently, “I will say that there were no doubts in me about who you are Harry, possibly only the understanding of your Augur powers.”
“That may have been enough for the eyes to have affect you with the empathy link as it did, hopefully, this does not happen often.” Harry offered.
“I wished to have seen it.” Sirius murmured, he missed most things, and this just another one of those interesting things he missed yet again because he was captive to this house.
After finishing their lunch, Harry walked out of the kitchen to the room with the Black family tree. He had spent much time during his stay at Grimmauld place during the war and later on his occasional London trips staring at the tree. Harry moved closer, placing his hand, like he had done so many times, over Regulus, then Sirius, then Andromeda for Tonks.
“Harry?” Sirius asked quietly, watching his godson with interest. His place on the tree he would understand Harry’s attachment, but Regulus and Andromeda, those puzzled him.
“What do you remember about your brother, Sirius?” Harry asked quietly.
“He was mother’s proudest achievement, he followed all the Black family traditions and joined the ranks of the Dark Lord when he was but 16. He got in too deep and was most likely killed by Voldemort for trying to leave, he was more sensitive than most Death Eaters.” Sirius said.
“He was brave. He died a hero. If you believe anything, believe he died a hero. He was sensitive, in an area where you are not and you must learn to be.” Harry’s eyes met his godfathers. Sirius did not understand. And Harry knew he must show him. Project.
Harry closed his eyes, calling within himself for the power that waited.
Sirius was confused. His brother was no hero, he worked for Voldemort. He watched his godson, waiting for the explanation. When Harry opened his eyes, he was unable to move, unable to look away, transfixed on the images flowing in Harry’s black eyes.
Harry reached, and felt the images called to him. He let them flow, like water caressing a rock. He reached for Sirius, connecting their hands.
Regulus stood over Kreacher. “Listen to what My Lord asks of you. You must come home to me when you are finished. Do you understand? I order you to come home to me.”
“I will Master Regulus.” and Kreacher disappeared with a pop.
Regulus paced for hours, worry etched onto his face. A weak pop sounded and he ran, cradling the house-elf in his arms. “Tell me what happened.”
“I obeyed, Master.” Kreacher stated, then described the events.
Regulus was shaking, upset and outraged by the end of the tale. “I will make it right Kreacher, I will make it right.”
The images blurred and then reformed.
“Take me Kreacher, I must go.” Regulus told the distraught elf.
“It is too dangerous Master Regulus. I must protect you.” Kreacher implored.
“I order you to take me there, I order you to feed me the potion, and I order you to switch the lockets and come home.” Regulus said, his tone firm, yet kind.
“Kreacher, will obey, but Kreacher is saddened.” The elf cried.
Kreacher fed the maddening potion to Regulus, cup after cup, tears streaming down the leathered face, “I want to stop it Master, but you ordered me.”
While the elf replaced the locket with the fake, Regulus crawled to the edge of the lake to drink.
“No! Master Regulus must not!” The elf cried, too late...The young man was drug beneath the surface by dead hands.
The image swirled once more.
Harry stood on top of the Astronomy Tower with Hermione and Ron staring at the note in his hand.
“To the Dark Lord,
I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more."
R.A.B
Sirius was released and fell backwards landing on his backside with a loud thump.
Harry moved over him, his eyes back to their green, but filled with tears. He reached out a hand towards his godfather, and lifted him up.
“You weren’t kidding about those eyes Harry.” Sirius said, trying to make light of the situation.
“Do you understand what you need to do now?” Harry asked.
“Kreacher.” Sirius said, that was all that was needed. The elf was bitter because he had lost his biggest ally and friend in Regulus. The elf had doted on his brother, and it seemed, his brother had doted on the elf as well.
Harry nodded, “We need him on our side, and that is one reason we need to allow Mundungus to pilfer the place. He is an important key in gaining Kreacher’s trust, but we do not have to wait for that to show him the kindness he deserves. Elf, wizard, muggle, or whatever creature, they all deserve respect.”
“I will do my best, Harry. I feel less of a godfather and more of a teenager today.” Sirius said, looking chastised.
Harry walked over to the man, and embraced him, “I still need you in my life Sirius, that will never change. You are my family blood or not. And you once said that all wizards are related somehow right?”
Sirius squeezed Harry tight, “Yes I did, it would be something like that you remember.”
“Well we must have tea and biscuits today…” Harry added with a grin.
“What’s so special about tea and biscuits?” Sirius inquired.
“Homework…” Harry quipped wagging his eyebrows. “Let me help with something though.”
Harry reached up and undid two top buttons of Sirius’s shirt, stepped back with an assessing gaze. He pulled out his wand, and let a bit of wind come out and mussed Sirius hair a bit. He finally smiled. “Dashing… just what the Homework calls for.”
Sirius did not want to ask, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know, since he recognized the mischief in Harry’s eyes.
“Kreacher.” Sirius called, more softly than usual.
“Blood traitor master, and half-blood whelp..” the elf muttered under his breath.
Sirius was about to berate the elf, but Harry’s hand on his arm stopped him. He would have to try to win the elf, kindness was bitter to him at the moment, but he would be a better man.
“Bring tea and biscuits to our sitting room, please.” Sirius instructed gently.
“Use the newest set, Kreacher, we do not want to soil the treasures of the House of Black.” Harry supplied, earning him a surprised look from the elf.
When the elf left Sirius turned a questioning glance at him.
“He reveres everything that belongs to the House of Black, and as long as we are not on his good side, it is best we compliment and show courtesy to that which he reveres.” Harry explained.
Harry walked out to the sitting room to find Draco and Severus both reading, and settled in armchairs facing the fire.
“Homework, I see, Professor Snape. Well I have added to your stack for the day… Tea and biscuits will arrive shortly.” Harry said with a grin. The potions master did not exchange such pleasantries, he only glanced over at Sirius.
The brat was teasing him, but he could use some tea right now. The book was leading nowhere, and it was only myths about the Augurs, nothing more. Fire from their mouths… ridiculous. He ignored the boys assertions, and glanced up at Sirius to gauge how much the mutt knew. His gaze was caught, arrested. The mutt looked delectable, his skin flaunted by his unbuttoned shirt, and that hair looked ready for him to… Severus looked away quickly, trying to will his impertinent erection away.
~TBC - Please Rate and Review... and let me know of any errors
- 11
- 12
- 13
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 12 - Homework, Heroes and House-elves