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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 15

Declarations of War

Harry was warm, very warm and he felt as if he was floating on nothing. He was naked, but he didn't seem to be able to feel anything on his skin. He felt secure, safe, at peace, and he was no longer drowning. 'Am I dead?' he wondered, trying, and failing to open his eyes or move even the smallest of his pinkie.

'You will not be dead for long, Harry James Potter, For you still have a Duty in Life.' a strange voice heavy in his mind, reverberating throughout his entire body as he felt a tug near his navel nearly yanking him inside out as he suddenly felt the intense pain. His lungs where burning, his skin was on fire, his head was throbbing and before he could help himself he had coughed, then gagged. The pressure on his chest ending as he was rolled onto his side, burning salt water spilling out from his mouth and nose as his lungs forcefully cleared themselves.

“Hold on Harry! Hold on!” a terrified voice, Harry couldn't place it. He was in pain, all over his skin throbbed and burned and PULSED with agonizing fire. Harry wailed as strong arms lifted him, making his skin, his mind, his pain SCREAM in protest, and then darkness overtook him once more.

When he woke again, it was to a bright light, laying on a soft bed a great amount of pillows holding him propped up into something similar to a sitting position, and someone was gently spooning small amounts of potion into his mouth. He couldn't taste it, but he figured that was a good thing when he managed to open his stone heavy eyes and got a look at the sick brown colored potion in Madame Pomfry's hands.

“Ah my boy, your finally awake.” Dumbledore's voice beside him, sounding highly relieved that Harry had survived. Harry opened his mouth and tried to speak but for a moment all he could manage was a wheeze.

“m..Mott...” Harry finally managed to whisper, his lungs and throat burning with the effort of talking, his skin throbbing with a dull pain and when Harry looked down he could see vivid red lines running the entire length of his arms, even curling around his fingers, stretching along his chest and belly, he knew that they would even fall along his inner thighs and legs, only his feet didn't seam to hurt.

“Mister Dilder is just fine Harry.” Dumbledore promised. “we sent him home with a calming drought, he was nearly in hysterics when he floo'd you into Madam Pomfry's office, he claimed that you had died.”

“...yes.” Harry whispered coughing a little, trying to recover his breath. “I...was...floating, on nothing.” he muttered, feeling tired, so tired. “and it was warm and safe, and then all the pain came back and my chest hurt and someone was yelling...was that Mott?”

“I don't know Harry. We couldn't get much out of him.” Dumbledore admitted. “Neville and Blaise are watching him right now, waiting for him to calm down.” Dumbledore admitted gently patting Harry's uninjured hand. “you need to rest now Harry, Dying is a very exhausting trial, and so is drowning.”

“Was he hurt by the Jellyfish?” Harry asked Dumbledore pausing.

"I don't know Harry.” Dumbledore admitted shaking his head. “just rest.” he ordered, Harry nodding as he slipped into the warmth of unconsciousness once more.

He felt much better when he woke up the next time, his body was no longer in pain and his lungs did not burn now when he tried to breath. He lay there for a moment, listening to the ongoing around him before he finally opened his eyes, focusing on Blaise and Neville and Luna, sitting at the side of his bed. When he turned his head he saw Draco and Mott sitting on the other side and almost in unison everyone gasped.

“Harry, your awake.” Tom murmured softly, his fake persona in place once more as he gently touched Harry's cheek. “I am so sorry, I didn't know.. I didn't know about the jellyfish I...”

“Where you hurt?” Harry finally managed to ask, one hand clasping Draco's the other gripping Tom's, leaving him in an awkward position, but he didn't care. “You saved my life, didn't you?” Harry asked touching his chest and wincing, there was an enormous bruise there, and faint scars remained from the stingers.

“I broke your ribs.” Mott said with a sniffle. “I did the... uhm.. CPR wrong.” he admitted tears coming to his bright eyes and Harry smiled a little and shook his head.

“You saved my life.” he repeated. “I'm still alive, nothing else matters right now.” he admitted sighing softly as he closed his eyes. “Sorry, I'm still tired.” he admitted as Dumbledore walked in.

“Harry my boy, do you feel up to a discussion before you rest?” The ancient old fraud asked, his tone serious and concerned.

“Of course professor.” Harry agreed weakly, he couldn't manage to pull off strong right then. “Professor? What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning a little.

“How long have you been practicing the art of Legilimins Harry?” Dumbledore demanded sternly and harry scowled a little.

“Professor?... I don't know Legilimins, I never bothered to.. I just focused on Occlumency.”

“Then how was it, that you reached into Mr, Dilders mind to call for help?” Dumbledore demanded sternly and now Harry felt very confused. Speaking mind to mind with Tom was Legilimency? He hadn't known that, and on top of that...

“I didn't.” Harry protested, completely baffled. “I was scared, and didn't want to die, I was too panicked to do anything...”

“Harry.. I heard you.” Mott protested softly, pretending to be an average ordinary wizard. “you yelled 'help me' remember?”

“Yes, I was yelling at...” he paused and looked up at the ceiling. “well I'm not sure, Merlin maybe..” Harry admitted. “I didn't want to die, not yet...not without....” not without killing Dumbledore, but Dumbledore would misread and put in his own words, like always.

“Hmm...yes I have heard of this.” Dumbledore finally admitted. “you panicked, and used magic subconsciously. Much like young wizards do when they feel frightened. But I don't think I've ever heard of an adult using subconscious magic.”

“I used to do it all the time.” Harry remembered blinking at the ceiling a little. “once I apparated onto the school roof, though I didn't know it was apparition then. Another time I made a glass disappear, and set a giant snake on my cousin Dudley.” he smiled a little. "In third year I accidentally blew up my Aunt Marge, like a giant balloon...that was funny..”

Several of the people in the room seamed to think so as well because there where a few quite snickers until Dumbledore scowled at them and nodded gently patting Harry's hand. “Perhaps it is simply the trauma of your life that causes you to rely on your subconscious just as much as your consciousness.” the excuse seamed to sate Dumbledore. “now then.. I think it is time for all of us to return to our dorms. I have one more thing to discuss with Harry that is a little more private.” they all groaned but filed out of the Hospital wing and Harry turned to Dumbledore, a little worried that the man had found out who Mott was.

“Harry, I have grave news for you...” Dumbledore admitted, sounding rather upset himself, Harry's heart sank to his toes and a cold fear washed over him. “Someone else has joined the war.” Fear was replaced by glee, and he forced a baffled look on his face.

“Er...sir?” he asked looking a little baffled his head tilted a little as he watched Dumbledore closely. “it's a war for the fate of the wizarding world... how can someone else join in? Is that even possible?”

“apparently it is, here.” he stated handing Harry a recording scroll. “Mr. Weasley was there when it started, it was a very big deal, the press was there and everything, it's all there.” Harry opened the scroll and nearly gaped, it was like watching a muggle recording.

He could see everything, the small stage that had been erected overnight the large crowd of reporters and interviewers, the government stand in's and the curious people of the area wondering what was going on. He relaxed back into the pillows and watched the scroll intently as Devlin took the stage, wearing the usual Elvin garb.

“Good evening everyone.” he stated standing up in front of the podium his long fingers curling around the edge of the wooden platform. “My name is Devlin, and as you can see I am NOT Lord Fox. I am his Liaison during the duration of the war, this is to protect himself from the other components of the war, who will attempt to kill him for his...interference.” Harry scowled a little at the scroll, but inside he was egging Devlin on, already he had captured everyone's attention. Off course, it could just be that they where amazed to see a Forest Elf, who where very reclusive and where rarely seen by anything but other forest folk.

“Please refrain from asking questions until I have finished with the speech that the Lord Fox has prepared for you.” Devlin stated as soon as the various reporters had made a motion to start yelling questions. Devlin cleared his throat and looked down at the many sheets of paper that Harry had written out, and refined by Devlin.

“My fellow witches and wizards.” Devlin began in a clear, commanding tone. “In this day, we are all shadowed by the doubt, and fear of war. A war that need not ever have happened. A war that slaughters innocent people, attacks harmless creatures, and condemns those who fight to survive.” Harry scowled a little more as he watched Dumbledore's lips growing thinner and thinner.

“The days of standing idle are over, and the days of making choices has begun. In this time, there is great injustice handed out, not just to the many magical creatures, half breeds, and half bloods, but also to the average witch and wizard, and yes...even the pure bloods. Dumbledore has led you all to believe that he is a beacon of good, but in truth he is the slaver of innocents, and the slaughterer of rare creatures and magic.” he informed the now muttering crowd. “And we all know what Voldemort is guilty of.” he stated simply. “torture, murder, killing and attacking muggles, threatening to expose us to the muggles.” Devlin shook his head.

“Back in the days of old, when the Founders of Hogwarts ruled, the centaurs could walk down the road, and pass on wisdom and aid to anyone who asked, or had need of it. There was no such thing as 'dark magic' because there was no need for it. Even the Three Curses, while in existence, where not tools used for evil, but rather for healing. A Wizard did not have to fear walking down the road. A small child did not have to fear a pack of werewolves.” Devlin sighed a little.

“The Giants where peaceful beings, who often helped construct great works of art, the werewolves roved in packs, and where in complete control of themselves...even without the Wolfsbane potion. Dementors didn't even exist!! The forest elves could walk anywhere they pleased, and were not forced to hide in their forests for fear of being hunted for their flesh, for potions in sick nature. Even the mighty Seraphim, Nephilim, and even Cherub could fly in the skies as free beings!

But no longer, they have all been slaughtered! Slaughtered even from the womb by your Albus Dumbledore! Albus has twisted magic, and it's meaning, he has cast a darkness onto the wizarding world, one that was started by his mentor, Grindelwald! Yes, that is right, Dumbledore was in fact mentored by the infamous Grindelwald, taught the black magics of today and trained to take over the wizarding world, in which he has done quite well.

“He has settled himself atop the wizarding world in a nice fat cushy armchair and now refuses to be toppled from his throne! Even going so far as to create a FALSE PROPHECY!” this part was almost yelled, the people around Devlin had long since stopped their mutterings and where staring at him, misty eyed and horrified. “Dumbledore created this war for his own gains, and even went so far as to support, and train a young boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle, who later was driven mad and turned into the one you know as Voldemort! There are eyewitness accounts to this! Though most of them are far older than any wizard, and thus 'not worthy' as is the common mindset of these days.

There are even old wizards, the late Nicholas Flammel one of them, I received a great deal of information from his wife, who has gone into hiding, for fear that Dumbledore might try to kill her as well, or worse, be targeted by Voldemort.” Devlin shook his head again. “the wizarding world is dying, ladies, gentlemen, magical creatures, and half bloods and breeds of all kinds. Our world is DYING, it is being killed by the very man who pretends to save it!

Dumbledore says he has your best interests in heart, but when the war has gone on for over twenty years, or even longer, when he drags in the life of a young boy, no older than eleven when he was first thrust up to fight against the half dead Voldemort, when he lies to you, steals the money of a small boy, and even uses his own hand to slaughter the child's parents...how can you trust him?

How can you believe that he even WANTS to save the wizarding world!? When was the last time you ever even heard of a genius in the magical world? Heard of a child born with strong, pure magic!? Even in the pure blood society, who struggle valiantly to maintain a pure magic, have begun to fade in their abilities. Dumbledore, and Voldemort are the only wizards alive who could duel each other to a draw, not even the famed Harry Potter has enough magic to do anything more than annoy the Dark Lord and his nemesis Dumbledore!

Our world is dying, and it is Dumbledore, and Voldemort's faults, creatures that where once free, now shackled, people once strong, nearly magic-less, people once brave, now struggling just to survive in a pointless war.” Harry snarled lightly at the scroll, feigning fury at the false Lord Fox his hands shaking as Devlin reached his conclusion. “so please, everyone and everything, all ages and all mindsets, join me. Join the war to save the wizarding world, to bring back the strong magic, to put an end to the unfair persecution of innocent magical creatures and half breads and bloods. Help put an end, to the bloody war, and put an end to injustice!” Devlin raised his fist into the air, and to Harry's amazement several of the people listened followed suit, cheering and clapping. “and to Dumbledore and Voldemort alike, I send this message, this war WILL end! You will both fall, and may the mercy of Merlin and his Heir befall upon you, the Heir of Merlin lives! The Seraphim has taken flight! The TRUE prophecy has arisen!”

Harry snapped the scroll closed, he didn't need to listen to the rest, though he knew Devlin was going to continue the speech for a while yet, talking about unifying the wizarding world, giving those enslaved freedom, those slandered strength, catchy things. He glared at the scroll and hissed in rage his hands trembling. “This is a trick!” he spat throwing the scroll against the wall. “The war a fake!? The prophecy a fake!?” he demanded pounding his fists against the bed. “LIES! All fucking lies! Oh, pardon my language professor..”

"It's understandable my boy.” Dumbledore murmured setting a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder. “I am just glad that you where not taken in by his lies...” Harry shook his head a little, feeling silent laughter bubbling around deep inside of him.

“He was very convincing, but I know better. I know who killed my parents, I've had proof, my own very eyes has seen Voldemort's cruelty.” Harry admitted crossing his arms and glaring at the foot of the bed. "I will kill him, I will kill him and end this war, and if magic is really dying...well then, there's not really much we can do about it.” he stated sourly before pausing a little. “was it true though? About you being Grindelwald's student?”

“No, he fancied himself my mentor, but I stayed far away from him if at all possible.” Dumbledore admitted. “As to Tom... that part, is a little true. I did take young Tom under my wing, and tried to teach him to be kind but his home life... I suppose there was never any helping him.” Dumbledore lied shaking his silver coated head.

“And what did he mean by Merlin's Heir? I thought Merlin died childless... and what does a Seraphim have to do with this?” Harry asked looking as baffled as he could. “why would he say the prophecy was fake? I heard it myself!”

“He's feeding them false information that sounds true, that last bit was just to confuse them, and make them think that I was lying to them.” he admitted shaking his head a little. “This Lord Fox is sly, tricky... we are going to have trouble with him.” Dumbledore admitted scowling a little. “I did not expect this, I don't know how to proceed.” he admitted sighing softly. “no one knows who this Lord Fox is, and even the Forest Elf has vanished.”

“For now Sir, I think we should just focus on Voldemort, Lord fox seams harmless enough right now right?” harry asked shaking his head. “So he's confusing people, so what? It won't stop Voldemort from slaughtering people. When they realize that, then they'll come back. Besides everyone knows that I'm the only person besides you that's gone against Voldemort and survived, and not just once either... they'll follow me even if they won't follow you.”

Dumbledore chuckled and nodded and gently helped Harry get covered with the blankets. “This is no ordinary declaration of war Harry.” he admitted shaking his head. “but never you mind, just go to sleep, we'll talk again when your feeling better. No more swimming for a while.”

“Yes sir.” Harry mumbled closing his eyes and relaxing into the bed. He was feeling very, very smug, even if the wizards went back to Dumbledore, the magical creatures, led by those that had attended his personal meeting would not, they would stay with their Lord Fox, they would flock to him, and those witches and wizards who had families who had been bitten, cursed, attacked, or where simply half breeds would also flock to Harry's side. Because Harry, or rather Lord Fox, promised freedom. Freedom they had been denied for far too long.

'Prepare yourself Dumbledore, because that was no ordinary declaration of war. I will find the Heir of Merlin, and with Aramithrial by my side, I will fix the mess you've caused.' and with that thought in mind, Harry rested.
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