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Harry Potter and The Equitum Solis Surgentes	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors note: oh...ok. Was NOT expecting this. The story has taken on a life of its own it seems...I hope none of you have been put off of my story, keep reading! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, love you all!

Chapter Fifteen: Chains of grief

"You are Harry James Potter of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place?" A stern man sat high above Harry, a pair of pince-nez perched on his long nose, his eyes were hard, cold and utterly pitiless. Harry sat in the stone chair feeling uncomfortable but refusing to show it, his robes fell around his feet and his arms were bound tightly to the arms of the seat. He gazed back at the man keeping his face carefully blank.

"Yes." He said coldly. Ignoring the whispers from all those who had been lucky enough to gain front row seats, he saw several reporters among the many other officials, mixed with spectators. He felt like an animal at the zoo.

"Very good. Harry James Potter of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London, aged thirty years stands accused of conspiring against the Ministry, attacking several Ministry Officials, for the attempted murder of the Minister for Magic himself and his part in the revival of He Who Must Not Be Named. As well as the practice of Forbidden Magic." He paused to allow the sea of onlookers a chance to mutter amongst themselves before clearing his throat and continuing. "Mr. Potter...how do you plead?"

"Not guilty, naturally." Harry replied, hiding his smile. He was going to be locked up anyway, he decided he may as well try and extend the trial simply to spite everyone.

"Typical. Right..." The man shuffled some papers with a frown. "The evidence suggests your guilt is obvious, we have heard numerous eye-witness accounts of your wrong doings. We have evidence given by Mr Ronald and Mrs Hermione Weasley as to your attacks on them and we have Mr. Malfoy's account of you using the Imperius curse to...er...enslave him..." He flushed with embarrassment and cleared his throat loudly again. "Now, the Wizengamot shall vote..." He turned to face the witches and Wizards stood behind him. "All those who say guilty, raise your hands."

Harry didn't bother counting. There was only one person who didn't raise their hand and he was an ancient, wizened old man who was fast asleep and drooling on his robes. Harry watched as people he had known, people he had worked closely with...men and women alike all condemned him. He felt a sudden lick of fury rise within him, they had been people he had once considered friends...people he had spoken with, people who had attended his wife's funeral...people who had worked alongside him...and now they were looking at him with cold, accusing eyes. His hands clenched into tight fists on the chair as he tried to seek friendly eyes, he met a pair of gazes he had no intention of meeting...

Ron looked down on him from somewhere high up in the stalls, his blue eyes as hard and cold as ice. Hermione was absent but in her place sat...Harry went cold. "Al..." He whispered, hardly a breath of air past his lips, his eyes widened as Albus' eyes filled with tears. "No..." He made to stand, forgetting that he was chained. "Al!" he said louder and the boy flinched. "Weasley! What the fuck were you thinking? How dare you!" His voice echoed off the walls and as his fury engulfed him the torches on the walls guttered, many of them going out. People began muttering and the scent of fear filled the dungeon. "Who do you think you are bringing my son to this...this farce? Answer me!"

Ron stood. "He has a right to know." He said clearly.

Harry struggled against the thick chains, his anger searing his chest. "He's a child! He's my son!"

"No, he's Ginny's son." Ron said quietly as he grabbed Albus' shoulders. "And now he's coming into my care, he'll be looked after."

"No! No! You can't do this! Don't! Please! Al! I'm sorry..."

Albus swallowed hard, his green eyes filling with tears. "D-Dad..." He muttered, tears spilling down his cheeks. "You...you hurt Uncle Ron...you hurt lots of people...w-why? I-I...I don't want a Dark Wizard for a dad...A-and you made mum cry."

Harry's breath stopped in his chest. Everything seemed to freeze as he looked up into his son's tear stained face. "Albus..."

"I hate you!" Albus said suddenly, his words cutting through Harry like a knife.

Harry tried to breath but couldn't, instead he hung his head staring down into his lap as he tried to gain control over his emotions. When he next looked up his eyes met Ron's. "If I ever see you again, Weasley...watch your back." He hissed softly, his voice low and dangerous. "You turned my family against me...you lied to him."

There was a loud bang as the Secretary's ink pot exploded, people screamed. "Dementors! Someone...for crying out loud...SOMEONE GET THE DEMENTORS!" People began running around, panicking at the sudden explosion, then people froze as the doors opened, they rapidly reversed their course and backed away. The Secretary produced a hasty Patronus and Harry took a deep breath, nails scraping at the stone beneath his fingers as he felt the familiar, dead cold fill his chest. He shuddered as cold hands wrapped around his arms, he could hear their rattling breaths, he could smell them...His eyes moved to Al's but the boy was turned away, hidden behind the silvery rippling form of Ron's own Patronus charm.

"G-Ginny...?"

Harry blinked, shaking his head rapidly as those awful, terrible scabbed hands tightened their hold on him. His breathing became shaky. His body went cold as ice filled his veins. His head fell forward and he began to shake as screams, flashes of light and the awful wails of grief filled his head...

"No...no...no!"

Harry's eyesight blurred and the chains around his arms fell free as he struggled to stay conscious.

"No! Fred! No!"

He was dragged from the seat, more clammy, cold hands grabbed at him and he stumbled as his knees tried to give way. He was so cold...too cold...

"Severus ...Severus ... please ..."

He groaned and closed his eyes tightly, when he reopened them he was being dragged through the corridor beneath the Ministry of Magic.

"Look...at...me..."

He was shaking but hardly aware of it anymore, his body limp as the Dementors drained him of everything...

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

He gasped and tried to get his feet under him as he realised he was being pulled through a corridor made of people, he could hear insults, someone spat at him but his knees simply wouldn't hold him up.

"M-Mummy? Daddy...what happened to Mummy? Why won't she wake up? Daddy...I'm scared...I want to go home...please..."

Finally darkness clouded his vision and he sank almost gratefully into it.

He didn't know what was worse, the darkness or the screams. Harry sat in a corner and covered his head with his arms as he fought with the memories of the dead. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at the blank stone wall, he could hear the crash of waves against rocks and was nearly sick as memories assaulted him...

The taste of sea water...the innocent looking lake...cold, dead hands...the terrible whispers of a dying man...

He shook his head and closed his eyes again listening to one of the other prisoners laugh manically in the cell over. He shuddered and gritted his teeth, he wouldn't have to put up with it for long.

Time was immeasurable in his dank, dark cell. He had no idea if he had been trapped there for an hour, a day or even a year. Every so often the Dementors would glide silently past, sometimes gathering outside his cell for long, terrible minutes in which he had immense difficulty fighting off the despair. He tried to think of his children, they were alive. They were safe. They were alive...

But his thoughts kept returning to Ginny. To the woman he had loved and betrayed. To the feel of her weight in his arms as she had slumped lifeless against him and then the guilt would come, that terrible, all consuming guilt that stabbed at him. He cowered in a corner, as far away from the bars as possible and when the Dementors came he shut his eyes, trying to drown out their rattling breaths with his hands over his ears.

"No...no...no!"

"No! Fred! No!"

He was having trouble separating reality from his own thoughts, the screams inside his head blended with the screams from the others.

"Look...at...me..."

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

It was becoming harder to distinguish each terrible memory from another...

"Severus ...Severus ... please ..."

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

Harry groaned, trying to block out the din made by the other prisoners, he took a few sharp breaths almost gagging on the scent of decay as he pressed his hands firmly to his ears and closed his eyes.

"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy Not Harry! Please I'll do anything. Until the very end. G-Ginny...?

Memories blurred until they were little more than one long stream of pain and despair...

"You've been so brave...Ginny...Ginny? You are nearly there. Very close. We are…so proud of you. M-Mummy? Not Harry, please no don't kill him, take me, kill me instead Daddy...what happened to Mummy? Why won't she wake up? Daddy...I'm scared...I want to go home...please. This is my last warning ..."

Suddenly there was a loud rumble. The whole floor shook and prisoners screamed in terror and laughed, Harry looked up to see his prison door open. His breath plumed white before him as he climbed shakily to his feet and stumbled towards the door. He tripped and fell. Strong arms caught him and he heard high, cold laughter.

"They dare imprison you? Foolish little people...they underestimate the lengths in which lord Voldemort will go to exact revenge..."

Harry looked up, his eyesight blurring as his hands gripped Tom Riddle's robes. "G-Get me...out..." He whispered and Tom smiled coldly, smoothing hair from Harry's eyes.

"I thought you could do with a longer stay in here, I had hoped to find you screaming...I am disappointed, Harry Potter."

"Please." Harry's fingers trembled as he tightened his grip on Riddle's robes.

"Very well."

XXX

Draco lounged in a seat, he was reading the Prophet on Harry Potters conviction for the hundredth time when one of his house elves came into the room. He looked up. "Yes?"

"Draco Malfoy sir, there's people wanting to see you..."

"Let them in." Draco yawned and sat up as the elf ran off and he heard voices. He adjusted his robes and stood as his guests entered. The tall, hooded figure stopped before him and he felt his spine go cold but lowered himself to one knee. "My Lord, this is an unexpected visit...what brings you to my humble home at this hour?"

"Draco, I have a gift for you." Riddle drew down his hood and turned, shoving a small person forward. "He was discovered at Grimmauld Place, hiding from us. Treat him well, I will need him in top condition for what I have planned."

"James Potter!" Draco exclaimed as the brown eyed boy gazed up at him with a white, determined face. "M-My Lord...Harry won't be happy..."

"I do not need him to be happy, I need him to obey me."

Draco reached forward and took James' shoulders before crouching down so he was level with the boy. "Are you alright?" He said softly. James nodded, his hands shook as they tightened into fists at his sides. "Good...go upstairs..."

"Wait." Riddle held up his hand and Draco looked up at him. "We have one more guest...this one Mr. Potter is all too aware of seeing as he...asked me to free him."

Draco saw another figure let his hood fall back from his face, a face that was almost as white as Riddle's and framed with shoulder length, ragged black hair. Two dark eyes gazed around the mansion tiredly and they held a glitter Draco was all too familiar with after seeing it in his Aunt Bella's eyes. He stood. "Teddy...?"

The teen looked at him. "Yeah...Harry told..." His eyes flicked to Voldemort who looked annoyed. "Him...to free me..."

"Very well then, go upstairs and the house elves will show you to the spare rooms." He rose and pushed James gently in the back, the two boys followed the house elf from the room. "My Lord, where is Harry?" He asked, facing Riddle who was looking at him through narrowed crimson eyes.

"He is safe." He replied softly. "You do realise, boy, that you are only alive because of Harry?"

"I understand."

"And that it is at his request that you are still free to do mostly as you wish?"

"I am aware, My Lord and I thank you for your mercy."

"Mercy? This is not mercy, Draco...this is merely biding my time. Very soon Harry Potter will belong to me utterly, and then I will be able to do away with everything else he has formed an attachment to. You have been warned." He turned and swept from the room leaving Draco feeling cold.

Harry looked up at the manor, his mind still reeling from his time in Azkaban...it had seemed endless, but had turned out only to be a month. He walked heavily up the steps, feeling cold. As he reached the door it swung open to reveal Draco standing there. Harry threw back his hood and Draco let him inside. "What is it? Why did you call me?" Harry asked as he followed a silent Draco into the drawing room.

"You will see." The blond turned to the house elf and nodded.

"What's going on?"

"D-dad?"

Harry's eyes flew wide and he spun around to see James standing in the door way, he felt his chest tighten and his eyes raked his son hungrily, checking for health and when he realised he was fine he took two fast steps to him and dragged him into a crushing embrace. "James!" He gasped, gripping the boy as if, if he let go, he would turn to smoke. "James...Thank Merlin! Thank...thank everything! You're safe!"

"D-dad...Y-you're choking...me..." James took a breath when Harry released him and gazed into his eyes. "What's going on? What's happening? Professor Longbottom said that you were into Dark magic...then the papers said you were in prison...did you really try to kill Kingsley? Why? What did you do to make Uncle Ron mad at you?"

Harry looked at his son from where he knelt, he smoothed scruffy hair from his eyes and smiled weakly feeling a sharp, painful joy. "So much has happened but I...I can't tell you...You're..." He stopped and frowned slightly. He remembered Dumbledore's confession, he remembered the words:

"Harry, I owe you an explanation...An explanation of an old man's mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young...and I seem to have forgotten lately."

He could see those sparkling blue eyes in his mind's eye and he sighed, lowering his head. "You deserve an explanation." He said softly and stood.

"Y-You're going to tell me? Really?" James gazed up at his father as if he'd gone mad. "Are you sure?" he followed Harry to a seat and sat at his side looking excitedly at him.

"In time." Harry said slowly, a frown darkening his face. "What I want to know first is why you're here when you should be at school? Last I heard you were safe..."

James bit his lip guiltily and lowered his head. "I ran away, didn't I? I had to. People were saying things...telling me that you were a bad guy but I couldn't listen to it...I had to know for myself. When I wanted to escape the room of Requirement it gave me a door and I got into Hogsmeade through that portrait hole of the blond girl. Then I got into Hogwarts again through the Shack and that old passage way Uncle Ron told me about...I went into the forest..." He looked up suddenly. "But I didn't go off the path, like you said! I didn't leave it. Then I lured a Threstral to me with a dead rat and flew to London...and that's where they caught me."

Harry stared at his eldest boy feeling a sudden surge of pride and sadness. "You did all that...on your own? Where did you go in London? Who caught you?"

James grinned. "I went to our house...I thought you'd be there..."

Harry smiled and laughed. "You still need to learn a few things about rule breaking...If your mother could hear you now..."

"Would she...would she be angry?" James asked uncertainly.

"No. She was...like your Uncle George sometimes. Fiery." Harry's smile was brilliant for a brief moment, then it fell again. "Who caught you?"

James' eyes flicked to Draco's who had watched in silence. "Voldemort." Draco said softly.

Harry tensed, his eyes moving to the blonds. "Wh-where is he now?" He whispered.

"Right here, Harry."Harry was on his feet in an instant, his hand going for his wand but hands grabbed him, he was held tightly as Tom Riddle stepped into the room from the shadows. He walked over to James and pulled him out of the seat, lifting his wand and pointing it into the boys face. James stared at it with wide eyes, his mouth open slightly as his breathing caught in his throat. "Now, I want you to be a very good boy and kneel, Potter."

Harry gazed at his son, their eyes meeting. "Let him go." He said softly, the Death Eaters who held him chuckled. "Please..."

"Only if you kneel, if not he will die...just like his idiot grandfather."

Harry swallowed, feeling pain clutch at his chest. His face was screwed up in pain. "A-Alright...Just...just let him go...I'll do...whatever you want." Riddle raised an eyebrow expectantly as Harry was released. James stared with wide eyes as his father fell to his knees and lowered his head, his hands in tight fists as he tried to fight off the upsurge of fury. His face was flushed with humiliation. "Lower, I want everyone to see the Great Harry Potter begging on his knees."

Harry made a strangled hissing noise before lowering his head further. "Please, let him go."

"Let him go...what?"

"M-M..." Harry took a sharp breath. "Master." He whispered, forcing it out between his clenched teeth. "Let him go, I'm begging you. He's a child."

"Very nice. I could get used to this, Harry..." He released James who could not look away from his father. "You make such a pretty picture on your knees...does it hurt?" He bent and lifted Harry's head up so their eyes met, green to red. Harry was shaking, his cheeks flushed and his teeth bared in a furious snarl. "Such lovely eyes, I can very well understand why Severus had...feelings for your mother..." he chuckled coldly and ran fingers into Harry's hair.

Draco watched, his hand clutched around his wand so tightly his knuckles were white. But he dared not draw it, Voldemort was too powerful, he had a small boy as hostage...Draco cursed his uselessness.

"Let him go back to school, he needs his education..." Harry whispered, eyes never deviating from Riddle's.

"I don't think so. He will educated at home along with the Werewolf pup."

"No!" Harry made to stand but as fast as lightning Voldemort trained his wand back on James who stepped back, only to have strong hands gripping his shoulders so tightly it was painful. "A-Alright...Alright...just don't hurt them! Please..."

"Where are your other children, Harry?" Riddle asked softly, his voice hissing from his lips.

"No idea..." Harry replied.

"Do not lie to me!" Voldemort lifted his wand again. "I have no mercy for the brats of enemies."

Harry licked his lips feeling terror ripping at him. "The Burrow...Th-They're...at the Burrow..."

"Ah, safe with the Blood-traitors...very well...we shall collect them all soon enough. Their enchantments will not hold once I come for them." He stood up straight and gazed down at Harry who lowered his head, unable to look into that cold gaze. "They will be trained by me, when they are old enough to control their powers...You had better hope they have inherited your talents, or they will find training very difficult."

"Don't hurt them." Harry muttered.

"That depends entirely upon you."

"I said I will do anything to keep them safe...and I stand by that. I promised Ginny..." He looked up, his eyes hardening. "I will give you everything so long as they remain unharmed."

Voldemorts smile reflected the glow of victory in his eyes. "We have a deal, Harry Potter. Now rise...we have work to do."

XXX

"It's getting dark Ron, come inside." Hermione stood in the doorway to the Burrow looking at the back of her husband's head.

"You go, I'll be in soon."

She sighed. "What are you expecting to happen? Harry's..."

"He escaped Hermione. He escaped Azkaban...with the help from his master. He knows where we are! Do you think he's just going to leave us alone? We have his kids."

"Harry loves you Ron." She said softly, trying desperately to believe her own words, yet the evil worm of doubt left them tasting bitter on her tongue.

"He threatened me." Ron turned on her and she could see his pain in his eyes. "When he saw Al in court he threatened me, Hermione! The Harry Potter we knew is dead."

"I don't believe it...I-I won't!" Hermione pushed herself away from the door, her hands clenching at her sides as a strong wind blew her hair into her face. "He's a good man! He's always been our friend! Ron, we can't abandon him!"

"He betrayed Ginny! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Hermione felt the burn of tears but fought them. "I know. We all make mistakes, even Ginny forgave him in the end. She found it in herself to go back to him and they tried to make it work..."

"Mistake? He shagged Cho behind her back! He's gone over to the Dark, can't you see it? He's twisted himself in his pursuit of revenge and he's going to come after us!"

"No. I won't believe Harry will hurt us."

"He's Voldemort's pet Hermione..."

"It's so nice to know I've left such an impression on you."

Ron's eyes flew wide and he spun on his feet. He saw a shadow detach itself from the house and step forward, Harry drew back the hood of his robes. Hermione gasped and stepped forward but froze when Ron grabbed her arm in a death grip. "Get the kids and go." He said coldly. "Get them and leave...I'll hold him off."

Harry looked up at his friends. "I don't want to hurt you." He said slowly taking a step closer. "Let me see them...let me take them home with me."

"No." Ron shoved Hermione towards the door. "Go!"

"R-Ron..." Hermione looked back at him, her eyes wide.

"Don't be stupid!" Harry raised his wand as Ron's own was pointed at his face. "You have no right! No right at all to stop them from seeing me!"

"You betrayed their mother!" Ron replied. "They don't want to see you."

Harry's eyes moved to the door where a small red haired girl was standing, her eyes moving around the adults. "Daddy!" She cried suddenly flying down the steps.

"Lily!" Harry dropped to his knees as his daughter flew into his arms and he held her tightly, he felt himself shaking as he ran fingers through her hair, muttering comfort. "It's alright. Hush...I'm here now. I promise I'll never leave you again. I'll never let you be alone...any of you."

"Daddy...Where have you been? Al say's you're bad and evil but I knew you'd come back, because you're our Daddy."

Harry looked into his daughters face and smiled, ignoring the tears that stung his eyes. "Merlin, you look like your mother more every day." Lily smiled proudly at that.

Hermione watched the endearing scene as Harry embraced his daughter and held her so tightly she was crushed to his chest. She smiled. "You see, he's fine." She whispered, turning to Ron. "He loves them...everything he's done is for his children."

Ron ignored her, he was glowering at Harry who had finally pulled away from Lily and was looking into her eyes. "Lily, I want you to do something for me..." She nodded. "Go with Draco, he'll look after you until I return."

"Where are you going now?" She asked, fear filling her brown eyes.

"I'll be back, I promise I will never leave again. Do you trust me?"

She nodded. "What about Al?"

"I'll bring your brother too." Harry wiped tears from his daughters cheeks with his thumb and pressed a kiss to her hair. "So much like your mother...she'd be so proud." Another shadow appeared behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Draco breathed into his ear, cold grey eyes lingering on Ron.

"I don't have a choice." Harry replied as he stood. "Take her."

"Be careful." Draco took Lily's hand. "Come on, your brother is waiting for you."

"Wait..." Lily turned and looked back at her Uncle and Aunt. "Can I say good bye?"

"No. Lily, go." Harry muttered, drawing himself upright. "I'll follow."

"O-Ok..." Lily smiled and waved to Ron before following Malfoy back into the darkness.

"If any harm comes to her..." Ron began but Harry silenced him by raising his hand.

"She's my daughter, Weasley." He said softly, his voice cold. "Now, where's Al?"

"Inside." Hermione said softly, turning to go get him.

"No. Hermione...wait." Ron put his hand on her shoulder. "I told you to take the kids and leave! Harry potter is not the same man we knew! Look at him!"

Hermione did. She saw Harry standing in the light from the windows, back straight and wand pointed directly at Ron's face. His green eyes were as hard as gemstones as he gazed at his friends...she shook her head. "He won't hurt them." She whispered, as if trying to convince herself.

"Maybe not his own children, but ours? I don't trust him anymore."

"Harry...you wouldn't...?" Hermione took a hesitant step forward.

"I wouldn't harm a child." Harry replied stiffly.

"Then...surely it's alright...Ron, Albus needs his father."

Ron gritted his teeth. "He doesn't need a father who'll corrupt him."

Harry stood silent and tall, eyes narrowed behind his glasses as a cold wind swept through the garden. Slowly the shadows seemed to creep towards him, like puddles of night they broke free of the blackness and slowly moved to surround the Burrow. "Death Eaters!" Hermione gasped, her hand going for her wand, she drew it and spun around seeing that they were trapped.

"Give me my son, Weasley!" Harry hissed. "Give me my son or I will take him and leave this place nothing but ashes!"

"You wouldn't!" Hermione whispered, her eyes wide as she began to see Harry in a whole new light. "You wouldn't...M-my children...are...Harry NO!" Harry had spun his wand so it was pointed at the house. "Please!"

"Don't underestimate me." Harry said slowly. "Bring Al to me and no one gets hurt."

"What on earth is going on...?" Arthur stood in the doorway, his eyes widening behind his horn rimmed glasses as he took in the group of Death Eaters, his son facing Harry Potter across the lawn.

"Arthur, dear...it's late...Harry!" Molly gasped, her hand going to her mouth. "Harry...what...?" Her eyes moved to Harry's wand and saw it pointed at their house. "No!"

"Everyone...get back inside." Ron said furiously. "I'll deal with him."

"Ron..."

"Go!"

"I will give you to the count of three, Weasley." Harry's voice maintained its low, cold tone and his hand was steady. "One..."

"Harry...harry Please...stop this! It's insane!" Hermione moved forward but Ron flung her back, gripping her shoulders as he looked into her eyes.

"Get the kids and go. Now." He said and pushed her in the back, she stumbled and looked back at her husband. "Go Hermione."

With a desperate sob she ran into the house. "Two..." Harry said quietly, ignoring Molly and Arthur, concentrating solely on Ron. There was the noise of a door slamming and Harry's wand jerked as he turned to see the headlights of a car, it rumbled into life and he swore loudly. "You idiots." He gasped, turning back to Ron with despair in his eyes. "You...fools...If you'd...Shit!" He turned and made to move through the ring of Death Eaters, they grabbed him, ripping his wand from his fingers. "No! No! Stop her! Ron! For Hermione's sake...for your family's sake...stop her!" He struggled violently and Ron frowned in confusion he turned, opened his mouth to ask what was happening when there was a whooshing noise and...

Boom!

The ground shook and Harry screamed.

Ron spun around to see flames erupting in his house, they burned as he saw two figures wreathed in flame falling out of the door and writhing. Harry watched with tears falling down his cheeks, he suddenly went limp in their arms as Mr and Mrs Weasley burned along with their home. Greif choked him and he heard a desperate, terrible wail that split the night and shattered his heart into thousands of pieces.

"MUM! DAD!" Ron made to run into the flames but was thrown back by a curse, he hit the floor, his wand flying from his fingers as he was disarmed.

"I warned you Harry."

Harry felt cold hands on the back of his neck as scolding hot tears fell down his cheeks. In the light of the flames he could see Ron lying in the dirt gasping as he tried to stand. "D-Don't...don't hurt...please..." He whispered hoarsely as that cold hand slipped down his neck and hot breath caressed his ear.

"The rest can live...if you do as I say."

"W-whatever you...whatever you want...p-please...let them all go...I-I tried! I did as you said! I've given you everything! Don't take any more of them away! Please!" Harry closed his eyes and hung his head as grief overcame him.

"One last test of your promise, Harry."

"No..." Harry moaned and felt his head yanked back by his hair, strong hands tightened their grip on his arms and he opened his eyes to look up into Riddle's face, his crimson eyes glowing.

"Just one last little thing..." Riddle ran a long finger down the side of Harry's face and looked into those dark, emerald eyes. "Kill the Weasley boy."

Harry shuddered. "No...I-I can't...anything...anything but that...don't make me..."

"Remember I have your children."

Harry froze. He had no idea what to do anymore as his world crashed around him, a dark blanket of terror suffocating him. "I-I can't..."

"You can and you will. Release him."

Harry was released and he fell onto all fours, his fingers tightening around his wand as he gazed over at his friend. Ron was still struggling in the dirt, his feet kicking up grass as he tried to break the magical restraints. Harry slowly stood on legs that threatened to throw him back to the floor, he stumbled but caught himself as he moved over to Ron. When he finally stood above him they gazed at each other.

"You were...trying to save them...weren't you?" Ron whispered, tears sliding down his face. Harry nodded numbly and raised his wand to point it at Ron's heart. "Are you...really going to?"

"You should have killed me when you had the chance, Ron." He croaked.

Ron tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. "Will you...w-will you keep them safe H-harry? Promise me...promise me they won't get hurt. Hermione a-and Rose a-and H-Hugo...I-I...I don't want them..."

"I know and I swear to you they'll be safe." Harry's voice became rough as he fought with his emotions. "Ron I..."

"Don't." Ron moved his eyes back to Harry's as he smiled crookedly. "I don't need to hear you apologise...there's nothing for you to be sorry about, mate."

Harry shook his head, his fingers tightening around his wand. "I have every reason to be sorry." He said as his wand shook. "I destroyed everything. It's...all my fault...all the death...all the pain...the suffering...I-I...I should have died for good when Voldemort killed me in the Forest...when I sacrificed myself for everyone...I-It should have ended there...b-but I...I thought of G-Ginny a-and you and Hermione and all the things I thought I still h-had to do and I..." He sighed shakily. "I'm sorry."

"Do it Harry." Voldemorts soft hiss reached Harry's ears and he gritted his teeth.

"Please...please don't..."

"Do it..."

"I-I..."

"I said, do it!"

Tears fell from Harry's green eyes and he opened his mouth, Ron stared at him from the floor. Everything was so wrong, so terribly wrong... "No." Harry whispered. "No...I can't." He flicked his wand, Ron's came racing towards him and he snatched it form the air, releasing the magic binding his friend who climbed to his feet as Harry shoved his wand into his fingers. "Now...you have to do it now..." He whispered furiously. "Kill me...end this once and for all. Riddle's soul and mine are attached...kill me and you kill him!"

"Harry..."

"Do it! Please Ron!" Harry stepped back, dropping his own wand. "Now!" he cried.

Ron raised his wand, pointing it at him, his face struggling. The cold laughter of Voldemort reached his ears. "You cannot do it, Weasley...you are too weak."

"You say I can't?" Ron croaked. "You'd be wrong. Avada Kedavra...!"

It all happened so quickly no one had time to register what was going on. Harry saw that brilliant flash of green as something hit him hard in the chest and he was thrown backwards, there was a scream of rage and another flash, Harry lay still, struggling to breathe as something crushed his chest. He wriggled beneath the weight and found himself looking into grey eyes narrowed in pain, Draco sat up, his hand twisted from where he had landed on it in an attempt to break their fall. "That was close." He hissed through gritted teeth. "You're a fool, Potter...I always said so." He shook slightly and Harry managed to catch his breath before standing. He looked around and saw Voldemort standing above a body, he felt his knees give beneath him and nearly fell again but Draco caught him. "There's nothing you can do." He said softly. "Harry..."

"Nnn...No..." He gasped, stumbling free of Draco's arms and running to the body on the ground, he fell down again as air was knocked from his lugs. Ron lay there, wand in hand and blank eyes gazing up at the stars as dawn crept over the horizon. "No...no...no..." Harry chanted, his shaking hands going to Ron's face. "No..."

"He tried to kill you my precious..." Riddle hissed, speaking Parseltongue as if Harry was his snake. He watched Harry with glittering eyes as the man wrapped arms around his stomach, gasping and gazing blindly at his best friend. "You were going to let him destroy us, were you not?" Harry let out a strangled moan, unable to form any words but no. "This is your punishment. Each time you disobey me, one of your loved ones will die. Next time it may be the Mudblood...or perhaps that teacher, Longbottom...You cannot protect them. You must obey me."

Harry's body shook violently, tears slipped from his wide, blank eyes as he rocked back and forth on his knees like a child and desperately held back the terrible scream that wanted to rip free of his throat. "P-Please..." he whispered hoarsely. "N-No more...I-I can't...take it...I..."

"Hush..." Riddle knelt at his side, running fingers through his hair, wiping away tears and smiling maliciously as Harry crumbled. "No one else needs to die as long as you become mine, and mine alone."

Harry finally tore his eyes away from Ron and blinked up at Riddle. "I'm yours." He rasped.

End Note: I apologise for killing off Ron Weasley...I really, really like him as character although I know a lot of people don't. (No idea why!) I made myself sad now. :( I hope it hasn't put any of you off with the amount of character death in this, but I'm taking a leaf out of Rowling's book and murdering well loved characters because for now they're in my sick head and weird things happen up there...sometimes I scare myself. O.o Please R&R and let me know what you reckon. Thanks, much love to you.

FYI: Harry's acting the way he is because he's basically being driven a little mad by events, no one would come out of that perfectly sane...no matter who you are.
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