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What Would You Do?	By : snapeisthebest Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Would You Do?
- 2-two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Ninteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Final
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There was a lot of uneasiness as the evening went on. Several hours had passed since Neville took the floor from Harry. At the start, Neville used a spell he explained had been in his family for centuries that caused the victim to feel everything they had ever done to harm others in their entire life. Those present had seen the once haughty Bellatrix crucioed many times. Along with various bones breaking and severe slashes appearing. When she was too bad off, Neville would pause the spell just long enough for Poppy to heal her then he would start it again. After she relived everything she had done to others, Neville brought out some things most of the others had never even imagined. As her very own wand was repeatedly stabbed into her flesh, slivers broke off and entered her bloodstream only to then dive in and out through all her limbs; her skin slowly peeled away and then rubbed with salt only for the skin to grow back over the salt. Sectumsempra was used many times. After each Severus would have to heal her.

Neville walked up to the prisoner and grabbed her by the back of her hair forcing her to look up at him.

“Do you see, Bellatrix, the mixed looks of pity, shame and joy on your peers faces?” He asked as he turned her head for her to look around the room.

“Yes, the fools” was the reply. As he put his hands on either side of her face making her look him in the eye.

“Now, do you see the look in my eyes? The hatred. The loathing. The sheer joy of knowing this is the last thing you will ever see in your short life.” Before he finished speaking, Neville had produced a knife from his robes and cut out her eyes.

After a few more minutes of minor cuts and burns and other small pains and torments (including the creative use of Aguamenti), the young man approached his Lords.

“With your permission, I would like to end this.” was asked of both but he leaned over to Harry and whispered “I really hope I never have to do anything like this again.”

“By all means” Tom answered.

Neville returned to the center of the room and gave a loud whistle. Through the door at the back of the room, the one that leads to the antechamber, came half a dozen very large wolf hybrids. They all came to Neville who was on his knees. He talked to and petted each one.

'These must be the babies he keeps talking about' thought Harry.

'OH MY' was heard from his uncle through their link.

Without another word, all six attacked Bellatrix. After several minutes of her screaming, Harry put up a sound bubble. Now, the only person that could hear Bella scream was herself.

“Well done, Neville” Tom said as he and Harry rose from their seats. “Now, I request that all the Untouchables present come forth.”

All those in the special robes of the Heir rose and joined their leader in the center of the room.

“You have already been introduced to Draco, Hermione, Remus, Fred and George, Luna and, of course, Neville. Let me now introduce you to Susan Bones, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Angelina Johnson, Pansy Pakinson, Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis, and Blaise Zabini.” Harry introduced the rest of his friends. Each one pulling back their hood as their name was called out.

“Judging by the confused looks some of you have, you believe us enemies at school. We are all very good actors” Harry said with a smirk.

Some time later.......................................................................................................................

Harry sat back and briefly savored the feeling of accomplishment he had. Remus and Hermione had grown much closer while getting to know each other; Draco and Fred, ever accompanied by George, were getting along so spectacularly they planned to bond during the summer; Neville had already been claimed by his werewolf. It seemed that after being with Bella the Evil Bitch for so long, Rodulphus' wolf needed to be with it's mate. Especially after all that was revealed Neville had suffered. Even Uncle Tom and Ginny were able to talk to each other and learn everything they could without being in the same room. Letters sent sometimes five times a day and a nifty little trick Harry picked up from his mother's journal. He brings Tom and Ginny into his dreams so they can actually talk to one another. Everyone had put aside their differences and was doing all they could to become friends and the best followers of Harry and Uncle Tom; as they were now instructed to call him. But only in private, of course. Him and his Uncle were becoming the family both had wanted for so long. Severus often requested his presence for walks through the grounds and gardens, always chaperoned. Where they would talk for hours. Truly knowing and understanding each other is very important when bonding.

The Bonding. This subject is what brought him so much grief. Severus insisted upon only this complete and total bond. Tom agreed. Almost everyone has helped in the research. To no avail.

They were all currently involved in said research. “Harry....HARRY!!!!!! Where have you gone that brings such a pained look?”

“Sorry Uncle. I was just thinking that we are never going to find this book. ALL of our research points to the Heir of Slytherin being its guardian. That is me. I am he. But the only books I got when I came of age were my parents......” He jumped up and ran out of the room. Several minutes later, he returned with a book everyone had frequently seen Harry studying. His mother's journal.

“There has to be something in here to tell us where she put it” Harry looked hopeful at all those present “Right?” He was quickly losing his new-found confidence in his idea.

“Of course, Pup” Remus tried to reassure him. He and his mate had discussed how downtrodden Harry had become lately; If they didn’t' find some kind of a clue soon, Harry may self destruct.

Remus sat down next to Harry looking over his shoulder at the beautiful flowing script he hadn't seen in quite some time. After a few pages, he noticed a familiar saying. It was one Lily used quite often.

“Haven't heard that in a while.” he mused out loud.

“And what, pray tell, would that be?” Severus asked. He had taken to staying across the room from Harry as to not have to resist the urge to touch him.

“When all else fails, turn to family. They are always there. Even if you don't know it.” Remus quoted as he stood and walked over to his brother. As he reached Severus' side, they both shared a half-grin. Many times did Lily say this to them when they fought. Remus was about to speak when he noticed a very concerned look cross the stoic man's face. Following the others gaze, Remus saw that Tom now sat looking horrified at Lily's journal.

Before anyone could say anything, Draco was beside him. “What is it, Uncle Tom. What happened?”

“Look” was barely whispered. The blonde, along with everyone else that was near, looked where he had indicated with his eyes. Floating above the book, was an image of a woman most had not seen before.

“Grandmother” Harry whispered as he went to his now sobbing uncle and held him. Draco and the twins along with all the other younger generation of magical people in the room all went to comfort the man they had all come to love like family. All except Hermione. She had left the room. When the image appeared in the book, she felt a surge of the same unfamiliar magic and was now following it. She just could not understand how a dead woman's magic can just appear years after her death.

The young woman followed the magic into the deepest parts of the castle, where she encountered a stone wall. On this wall was a very old painting of one of the most beautiful women Hermione had ever seen. The woman had very long dark red hair with jet black streaks in it; extremely pale, almost translucent skin; a slightly rounded nose with high cheek bones and full, pouty lips. But, what stood out the most was her almond shaped, emerald green eyes under long curly lashes.

The woman smiled when she saw the young lady approaching. As soon as the bushy haired girl stopped in front of her, she frowned. So unbecoming. It had been so long since she had had any visitors she was hoping for some conversation.

“What troubles you so, Dear?” she asked the young visitor. Who, then got a look of confusion quickly followed by realization. She then nodded in the negative and finally took in her surroundings. Her guest quickly started to panic. The woman was very concerned for her for only members of the Slytherin bloodline know how to get to this part of the castle. Which is the reason why it had been so long since she had seen another person. Living or protrait. 'and that's how it shall be until my purpose is served. Only then, can I be removed from my post'

Before she knew it, another guest had arrived. A middle aged man with amber eyes and a lot of scars. Only moments behind him was a large group of people. She was so excited! So many visitors. It wasn't long before every one of them was looking at her and then down the corridor too far for her to see.. Her wait was not long as she saw a very familiar face. The one she most wanted to see after so many long years. 'Of course, this means it's done. Over. Or at least almost.' Her smile was so broad and mesmerizing as HE approached. Very cautiously. Hesitant. Tears streaming down his face. A familiar looking young man was walking beside him with his arm around him. No one spoke or made any sound until the two men were before her. And then, “Tamah” was choked out by him as “Tommy” was by her.

Everyone just sat there comforting Tom as best they could after the shock he had just received. He had all HER likenesses destroyed. Save one. His heart and soul could not take the pain of seeing her. Not after what he had done. He still did not know or understand why he had not been driven insane, other than Dumbledore's spells, as happens when one magical twins dies and the other does not.

Severus and Remus looked on helplessly as a slew of younger people surrounded the horror-struck Lord Voldemort. After several minutes, Severus heard his younger brother growl deep in his throat.

“What is it Remy?” He asked concerned.

“HERMIONE” was yelled as the werewolf rushed out the door in search of his distressed mate.

At hearing the name yelled in such panic and distress, everyone in the room ran after Remus to find out what had happened to their friend. Harry helping his still distraught uncle to stand and leading him out of the room after the others. The two had been talking in their minds. Harry was very concerned. He had never seen or heard of his uncle being so upset. As the two Slytherin men made their way to where their guests were, Harry continued to soothe his uncle through their link with his arm around him in both comfort and guidance. They had entered a part of their home Harry had never been and Tom hadn't in several years. They could see everyone at he opposite end of the corridor looking awestruck at something on the wall. Then, almost as a group, all turned to look at them. As they neared the group, Harry could see that it was a painting that held his friends' attention.

'By all the gods!!!! It's her! I can't. I can't. There is no way I can do this. I can not face her. Even just her portrait. I can't. I can't.'

'Calm down, Uncle Tom. You can. You have to. There has to be a reason we are here. You had no control over what happened. You were bewitched. Under someone else's control. It was not you. She knew that. She knows, still, that it was not you doing all those horrific things.'

'How can you be so sure?'

'That is a talk for later. Just know that I am most certain of it.'

'How can she forgive such actions? I never could. Especially done to....'

They had reached the painting. “Tamah” Harry heard in both his head and aloud for everyone. At the same time, the familiar face smiled and a sweet melodic voice said “Tommy”.

“What's going on?” Someone asked. Harry wasn't sure who it was that spoke. However, it was his uncle that answered.

“This is my sister, Tamah. You are all familiar with her story.” He managed to get out after much effort.

The woman in the painting sadly smiled at the group. And then focused her attention on the one that was her mirror.

“Oh how I've missed you, My Tommy. I expected you to have come much sooner than this. What has kept you all this time?”

“Torturing, killing, trying to destroy everything non-magical in order to make the wizarding world a better place” Harry responded with a furrowed brow.

“Oh. I see. But, not for much longer.” was the reply. “Are you going to introduce me to your son, Tom?”

At the question, the Dark Lord Voldemort couldn't help but burst out laughing..

“Well, I would if I had one. This brat is not mine. He belongs to you.” Tom managed while laughing.

After a hard glare from his great nephew and a strange look from his sister, Tom calmed and readdressed his sister's portrait.

“Dearest sister, My Tamah. Allow me to introduce you to Orion Ince Black; Son of Sirius Orion Black and Sabine Melrose Riddle. Head of the Gryffindor, Potter, Black, and Merlin-le Fey Families; Heir to the Riddle and Slytherin Families; Second Heir to the Malfoy Family. Your grandson.”

Harry stood looking at the reaction on his grandmother's face as his uncle gave him his formal introduction. Her eyes smiled as Tom went on and on. When he was finally finished, she turned to him, a smile so broad and sweet and pride shining in her eyes. “Hello. It's so nice to finally meet you in this world.....Harry. I should have known it was you. You look just like my Ince. Except, you have Father's eyes. You turned out quite well. I told her she was worrying for no reason. You are a Slytherin after all.”

“What do you mean? You told who?” Harry asked, his curiosity now piqued.

“Why....Sabine, of course. Your mother.” she said with a smirk.

“My mother? How...when...?” Harry was cut off by a hand placed timidly on his shoulder. He turned to look into the concerned eyes of Severus. As he looked to the others, that he had forgotten were there, he saw the like with everyone.

“Harry, what's going on? Who is this?” Hermione asked him.

“ 'Ne, didn't you hear what Uncle Tom said and then what she said?” Harry asked

“Oh, we heard it. We just couldn't understand it. You're speaking Parseltongue. The only thing we understand is that she....” Draco pointed at the painting. “...is a female version of him.” He now pointed at Tom.

“That she is.” Severus was the one that responded as he walked over to the painting and gave a slight bow to lady within it.

Both Tom and Harry were surprised by this gesture. But not as much as when Tamah smiled in recognition at Severus and returned the bow. Then she laughed at the dumbfounded look on both Slytherins faces.

“What the Hell?” Both said to the painting and Severus.

“Allow me to explain.....Many years ago, a woman came here and found me. Of course, I knew who she was as soon as I saw her. She explained to me that I and my husband were both dead having been killed by Albus Dumbledore.” She faced Tom and met his eyes with hers. Only love shining there. “Yes, I know how as well. Everything she knew she told me. How, why, when and that it was here; in our ancestral home. She always was a clever little witch, my Sabine. She started making her own spells at a very young age. Seems even when she did not intend to as well. As she explained it to me, on THAT day, when she was pretending to be unconscious, she managed to create and cast a spell that took my soul out of my body and transfer it to somewhere else. Much like a horcrux but not exactly. No, I do not know where.

Sabine explained what she could about the spells placed on you, Tommy. Also, that she had spent her entire life trying to find a cure. Which she discovered completely. And planned to begin when she found out she was with child. I know all about the wedding and her life-mate having to be polyjuiced just to be seen together. And about the ritual. And that she no longer felt it was safe for them. When she first found me and began telling me everything, she would shrink me and carry me around with her so that I might see some of what she was talking about. At one point, she left me in the care of someone she referred to as her closest and most trusted friend. “ At this point, she looked at Severus, who just stood smiling.

“When she felt it was no longer safe for the family, she moved me back to the castle and down here to protect one of her most prized possessions. As only one of the Slytherin blood knows how to get to this part of the castle. You must explain how that fine young woman found her way here. And all the rest as well. Later.

I guard it in a way no other can. Sabine told me that she discovered the means to free her uncle and reunite the family. And only when the final spell is broken can we all be free. What that means, I don't know. I do know she said the book has it all.”

“What book?”

“The Kin Annal that has been entrusted to the Slytherin bloodline.” Tamah casually explained.

“Yes, but where is it? We have been searching for months.” Harry said as he sadly looked at Severus. Which did not go unnoticed.

“Why is it so important to you to find it, Harry?”

“Well, you see.....it's, um......” Harry started but couldn't find the right words, which was upsetting him. This was his Grandmother after all.

Hermione sensed a change and looked to her best friend whom she saw was getting upset talking to his grandmother. And judging by the red hue to his face, it was about Severus. She walked over to Severus and whispered “calm him or something bad will happen.” Severus then went to Harry and put his arms around him from behind; as to not interfere with the conversation. He knew it was important for many reasons.

“I see. You two are life-mates and are to be bonded. Congratulations.” The smile she gave was warm and caring. “Once I reveal my secret, I wish to be moved to a different part of the castle. I do miss it so. Does not matter where.”

“Very well. Anywhere or everywhere. It will be your choice. What secret?” Tom said.

“Speak the words you have read.” was the reply.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Harry asked looking thoroughly confused. It was at this point tat everyone else decided to remind them that they were all still there. Through their link, Tom said he would explain what he could to Tamah and that Harry should fill everyone else in on her. And then, maybe, they could help find the meaning of what the painted lady had said. Harry agreed and he and Severus joined the others.

Hours had passed and they were all still in the corridor with Tamah. Tom had explained everything about how Harry grew up and all the things Dumbledore had put him through in an effort to train him to destroy the “Dark Lord”. Tom. She was appalled at someone putting a child through such things. Then she remembered all that she had learned over the years. 'Disgusting bastard' She was glad that her brother had finally found his life-mate. Not about the circumstances surrounding the situation. She knew everything would work out.

Harry had explained to everyone what was said and they were just as confused as he.

“Wow. That could be anything. How many books have you read, Harry? We used to spend hours in the library. It could be anything. Are you just supposed to recite every book you have ever read in order...That’s it!!!!!! Harry what did you do to make the hologram appear?” Hermione exclaimed.

“I don't remember. Remus, what was it? You said it was familiar and you hadn't hear it in along time.” Harry beseeched his godfather.

“When all else fails, turn to family. It was something Lily would say all the time. Especially when the two of us would fight.” Remus answered, indicating Severus and himself at the last part.

“Harry, say those words to her. In Parseltongue and see what happens” Draco suggested.

Harry got up and did just that. His grandmother smiled and said “I knew you could do it”

The portrait slowly swung open to reveal..........nothing.
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