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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~Another chapter that is only part of a day... Christmas day will be two chapters... So much goes on in Harry's life... Lol.
Meechypoo - Thanks for the review, so glad you liked it... hope you like this one too...
djaddict - Thank you, though I am not sure I could have thought of "Bing, tiddle, tiddle, bong"... Though it's cool enought to try to incorporate somewhere... look for it in future chapters...:D I fixed your nitpick... Thank you for those by the way... I changed it to flung, as Sirius was already facing Severus.
ChaosLady - Thank you... Hopefully this chapter is a perfect banana split?
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Chapter 15 - Treasures and Tragedies

Harry was sitting at the desk just staring at the large leather tome, it was early Christmas morning. He was sure that he was the only one awake at that moment.   So much to think about, and try to comprehend. The only way that Harry Potter would still survive was through Draco, and with being a soul pair, he was afraid of losing what little bit of himself was left. He stood and went to the restroom, and looked in the mirror. He did not see anyone else but Harry Potter staring back at him.
When he really thought on it, Draco enhanced him. Harry was better because of Draco, the Augur parts, the hero parts, the boy who lived parts, they were a part of him. But with Draco he felt more than just the sum of his parts, he felt real. He reached his hand to touch his infamous scar, the part of him that started his descent into the depressive fame that had always been his thorn. He looked down, watching the water swirl down the drain, wishing his own worries would do the same. When he looked up, Draco stood behind him, staring at him through the mirror. For a moment those eyes captivated him, and spoke to him in ways no one else could. He saw himself, head thrown back in passion, sleeping in peaceful slumber, smiling in a caring manner, happy...just Harry…
Draco woke, the oppression of Harry’s emotions seemed to call him. He looked around and found the room empty, a soft candle glow at the desk, and a more prominent glow from the light in the bathroom. He could feel Harry’s worry. He wished Harry could see himself as he saw him. He patted his way to the bathroom, evidently Harry was so caught up in his own head that he had not heard Draco enter.   Draco stood behind him, taking in everything… Harry’s disheveled hair, hunched shoulder, and when those eyes looked at him in the mirror, they seemed almost lost.   Draco saw Harry differently, he saw his lover, his companion, a kind man. He saw Harry for himself, nothing more, nothing less.
Harry turned and walked into Draco’s arms, and just let the scent of honey and lemons wash over him… His personal savior, who saw so much more than he could see inside himself. At the end of every day, he was no longer a hero, a savior, or an Augur, he was just Harry. In these arms that was all he ever needed to be.
Draco’s armed enfolded Harry. He could feel the weight of a thousand burdens bleed away from Harry. He smiled into strands of disheveled dark hair. His angel needed him, and that made him happy. He would be there, always there, waiting and standing steady, with open arms.
Severus was sleeping soundly, and not at all happy with the intrusion of someone trying to shake his person. He opened his eyes to the grin of his mutt, standing beside the bed, holding a small brown package. The man could barely contain himself. Severus looked at him now, really looked and took in the fresh navy button up shirt, open and hanging loosely exposing the expanse of flesh, dark tattoos criss-crossing in intricate patterns and runes. The dark trousers were not fresh, in fact they seemed wrinkled as if the mutt had just thrown them on.
“What insane purpose do you have in waking me this early?” Severus protested.
“Happy Christmas, Severus.” Sirius said gleefully, and pressed the brown package into Severus’ blanket covered lap.
Severus sat up, grasped the package and glared at the mutt who had decided to sit on his bed.
“Open it.” Sirius urged, seemingly ignoring the obsidian glare.
Severus was meticulous about many things, this included opening presents. Not that he had received many and those he did receive were usually never wrapped. His slender fingers slid over one seam, plucking it away from the rest, and then moving on to the next. He took his time, ensuring that the wrapping was unscarred by rips or tears. In his hand he found a dark brown box, he lifted the lid and a clear glass vial and a small leather pouch was laid against a crushed blue velvet background.
Severus could not tell what was in the vial, as there was no label. The pouch was brown leather, worn and full of ash.
“It’s from Harry and me… but I couldn’t wait. It’ Basilisk Venom, and the ash from Nagini. He wasn’t sure if you could use it in your potions, but I...we thought you could use them. Potions are what you love the most, so we were hoping that you would like this better than a tie, slippers or some such nonsense.” Sirius tried to explain. He was not sure he was doing a good job.
Severus looked up at his mutt. Smiles were not something he did often. When their eyes crashed, Severus smiled. It was not bright sunlight such as you find in the pure of heart, it was sin, black as night. Sirius could not look away, he was bound to the bed, unable to move, falling into the darkness that was Severus.
Severus sent the box and it’s contents off his bed to a more appropriate location. As he moved to capture his mutt with a kiss so sinful that their toes curled and their bodies flamed by the touch of Hell.
Severus did not break their kiss as he moved, out from under his covers, to kneel in front of Sirius. He pushed harder with his tongue, striking hard at the core of his mutt, taking every offered moan. His hands massaged the hardness in his lover’s trousers, tracing the hard outline, rubbing the soft tip. His mutt broke the kiss to groan long and loud, making Severus smile his dark smile once again, his own body calling for satisfaction. He would not give his mutt the satisfaction he craved, but he would bring them both pleasure, he stood and pushed Sirius onto his back atop the bed.
Severus chased those lips and settled in between heavy thighs, while drinking in the deep moans of his lover. He moved to cover his lover’s body with his own. Their bare chests met as Severus dominated the kiss, bruising Sirius’ lips. One slender hand grasped the expanse of throat offered to him, stroking the beating vein with his thumb. Severus broke the kiss, staring down into passion filled eyes.
“Tell me to stop now, mutt…” Severus offered, breathing ragged, strained hardness pressed against Sirius’ cloth covered entrance.
“Never...Take what you want…I am yours, Severus… Yours.” Sirius confessed.
“I do not play mutt, I do not share, and I never submit.” Severus stated, staying his movements, no matter how much his body screamed for movement. He would have total consent and submission before he took what he wanted.
“I am yours, I have always been yours.” Sirius whispered, eyes challenging Severus, wanting everything.
Severus growled before taking Sirius’ lips with a crashing brute force, and delving in, taking everything Sirius offered. He was not soft, he was not pure. Severus was dark, rough, and made of sharp edges. He pushed his body harshly against the man below him, sharp snaps of his hips, signalling what he wanted.
Sirius rubbed up against Severus’ erection trying to gain more contact… He needed more, he needed to be possessed, this is what he had dreamed about for so long. That voice and those eyes were his master, he would please in whatever way suited his dark prince. His breath left him when in the next moment they were stripped bare by magic. Severus was lifting his legs, and calling for a spell and before it fully stretched him, he was filled in one heavy stroke. The pain sliced through him, and he reached for it, needing to feel it as penance. The next stroke was hard and swift, but less painful, and then he was reaching to touch Severus. He needed to hold on to the perfect storm that was swirling through him, around him, and inside him.
Severus held nothing back, he needed to bury himself. His knew his spell would take time, but he did not care to waste his time. He could hold back no longer, and when he entered his mutt, the heat was searing him.   The tightness was bliss, dark, sweet and perfect. He held on to Sirius’ throat for stability, and continued to feather his thumb over the heartbeat, his own matching the fast rhythm. He moved faster, putting as much force as he could into the snap of his hips, each blessed thrust tearing groans from his throat. The mutts name falling from his lips like hot wax. He was close, and he reached down with his other hand to stroke his lover’s weeping hardness. His thumb pressed harder into that vein in Sirius’ neck as his other hand stroked hard and fast in time with his thrusts. His hand was filled with sticky wetness in moments, as his ears were coated with his name off those devilish lips. His own cries mixed with Sirius’ as he let go and released inside his heated haven.
Draco and Harry cringed inside their room… Silencing charms should be permanently attached to bedrooms… Harry was going to see to it later.
“Did they have to be so loud?” Draco asked, his voice full of horror.
Harry grimaced…”I’ll make sure it never happens again...starting with our room. He walked to the middle of the room.
Draco watched mesmerized. Harry looked like he was dancing, his arms moving intricately as he turned, and yellow magic flew from his wand, imbedding into the walls. The pattern was beautiful, like a work of art, and Harry was the artist, in the middle of the room, body swaying, and hands moving gracefully. Draco smiled in admiration, his angel was beautiful to behold.
Sirius was the first to the sitting room, and Kreacher had brought a simple fruit and toast breakfast for everyone.
“Kreacher would like to go and get a gift, if Master would allow.   I will only be an hour at most.” The elf bowed low, waiting for the answer to his request.
“Of course, take the time you need.” Sirius said, wondering what gift Kreacher had in mind and for whom.
The elf left with a pop.
Severus entered the sitting room a few moments later, black attire as usual.   Sirius was still feeling the ache of their joining. He would let the dark man lead, but if his heart had not been lost to this man decades ago, it would be lost again. Their eyes met, and Severus walked close to Sirius’ chair, his hand straying to Sirius’ neck and stroking softly as dark eyes softened for just a moment on the dark mark his thumb had left of the pale flesh. His hand was moved away as footsteps sounded in the hall, letting Sirius’ hair fall to cover his mark.
Harry and Draco entered the sitting room. They found the two culprits practically side by side.
Harry looked at Draco and smirked. The blond arched an eyebrow.
“So, Sirius...I was thinking this morning, of some improvements that could be made to this place.” Harry said, with a wild grin on his face.
“Such as?” Sirius asked, worried about the devious look on his godson’s face.
“Adding permanent silencing charms on all the rooms.” Harry replied with a grin that grew larger with the deepness of the blush sweeping over his godfather. Severus did not hesitate, and his expression remained as placid as ever when he responded. Inside though, he was enjoying the deep color washing his lover.
“Mr. Potter, you did say homework was imperative after all… I am very thorough.” Severus stated, enjoying the renewal of Sirius’ blush.
“Very…” Draco stuttered. Harry laughed long and loud, only to be joined by Sirius and finally Draco, Severus only smirked, but it was enough to show he joined in their mirth. They all sat while they waited for the arrival of the Elder Malfoys. Severus sat in an armchair next to Sirius, Harry and Draco sat together on a settee, Draco leaning into Harry’s side.
Lucius and Narcissa arrived, in all elegance and grace found a place to sit. One of their elves took over the duties of serving each person their breakfast. They all ate in silence, but it was comfortable.
“Can we go first with our gifts?” Narcissa asked quietly, looking to Sirius.
“Of course.” Sirius said, gesturing towards the tree which looked to have exploded with gifts overnight.
Harry and Draco were both bombarded with gifts from Lucius and Narcissa. From trinkets, to high end clothing, new brooms, various magical items, and an overflow of treats.   Draco was obviously used to the occasion and was gracious about each one. Harry on the other hand was overwhelmed. Never in his whole life had anything happened like this.   He stood to offer his hand in thanks, but Narcissa offered him the sweetest gift, a hug. She was obviously taken by surprise when he hugged her back tightly and cried when she stroked his head gently. Everyone just watched or turned away, Draco smiled through a few tears that trickled down his own face. Narcissa just held the boy and patted his back.
In that instance Harry wept, he wept for the loss of his own mother, for the loss of the mother of his children, for the maternal heart he rarely encountered. He wept for himself, the child that never was. The brokenness from ages past seemed to flow out of him. It was then he felt as if another burden rolled off his tender shoulders, another ghost became just a memory. All from the gentle touch of a Mother’s love.
Once Harry calmed down a bit, he excused himself and apologized for the display. He rested his head in his hands in the bathroom. His own eyes looked back at him, and captivated him for a moment when he looked in the mirror.
He found himself walking a beautiful meadow. The wind was blowing softly, catching the petals of the flowers and making them wave and shimmer under the sunlight. Butterflies coasted on the wind, lifting and falling with the ebb and flow of it. The air around him seemed to glow and sparkle as if a fog of glitter surrounded the area. It was peaceful, and calm, serenity. His feet took him down a small path, beaten into the grass by some unknown creature. Once inside the darker enclosure of the forest, the scent of wood, earth and moisture surrounded him.
He looked up to see this beautiful woman standing there beckoning him onward. Her long hair was as dark as the bark of the trees, her skin the color of dried moss, her eyes sparkled with such power and enchantment, a hue so blue they would be lost in a summer sky. Her apparel was the very nature that surrounded her. He reached out to take her hand when she extended it. And they walked. Walked over a clear path, branches moved before her, rocks rolled out of her way, so that her bare feet only touched soft rich soil.
Their path ended at a large lake with an island in the middle, dwarfed by an ancient tree. The branches were many, some twisted beautifully reaching towards the sun with golden leaves that glittered. Some branches were knotted and dark, silver leaves barely hanging on, while fewer still were black and scorched, no vegetation clinging. The trunk was large, pits and valleys lined the bark covering it, and lower still the roots spread out in every direction towards the lake and the forest and the meadow. The tree roots were connected to the earth in every direction, though Harry could not see it, he could feel it, through the heart beat that melted into him from the woman beside him.
She walked over the water, and as long as he was holding her hand, he knew he could too. Once they reached the island, the tree loomed over them, much larger than it appeared from shore. She walked over and took his hand to touch one of the blackened branches. A beautiful green shoot appeared where his hand touched the dead branch. She moved over to another, a dark branch with silver leaves, and moved his hand over it.   The knots smoothed as his hand glided over the branch, color was restored and the leaves turned gold as it raised to reach for the sun’s kiss. She looked into his eyes then, the blue sky turned stormy and grey...She moved to another dark branch with silver leaves, and took his hand to and made him grip the base of the branch, as if choking it. He watched the color leave, the blue fire erupt from his hand, the leaves fall to ash around him and the branch char to black coal.
“Call to the book Harry, you have need.” She spoke to him with a voice that was filled with whispers, light, joy, and torment.
“Harry?” Draco called to him from outside the door.
“Come in.” Harry whispered, his breathing ragged.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked looking at Harry’s ashen face.
“I need the book, I am not sure if I am having more visions or what, yesterday while sleeping I had a chat with Merlin.   Today, I had a walk with Mother Earth, Gaia, I think…” Harry explained. He walked to their room, “Go tell the others I’ll be down shortly, there is something I must do.” Draco nodded and went to inform the others.
Narcissa looked at Draco when he entered worried she had inadvertently been the cause of Harry’s distress..
“Mother, no cause for alarm. You did nothing wrong. Harry is not used to such affection and it overwhelms him. Our newly formed bond, has made his emotions feel more extreme and harder to control. Though right now, he has to consult the book over something. He is not sure if he is having more visions or not.” Draco said.
Sirius looked concerned.. and walked over to one of the books that lay on the long desk in the far corner. He picked it up.
“What did he say happened, or did he not describe it?” Sirius asked, concerned.
“He said he talked with Merlin yesterday, and today Gaia, Mother Earth. He did not go into details.” Draco relayed.
Sirius nodded, and started to thumb through some pages. He found what he needed. “Augurs are often guided by their visions, given knowledge through the book, and their paedagogus or tutors.” He turned to the rest gathered, “It would seem his tutors, are Merlin and Gaia. So why don’t we continue with our gift giving, while we wait on him. I am sure he won’t mind.” Sirius stated.
He moved to gather his own gifts, laying Harry’s out for his return. He moved to hand Draco a small box, and one for his parents as well. Each were delighted with the gifts, appropriate for pure-blood relatives. Small pieces of jewelry were always well received. Severus also passed out his gifts, alcohol to the Elder Malfoys, and a potions book detailing the uses of Dragon’s blood, for Draco. He personally handed a small dark box to Sirius, whose eyes smiled at him. It was a platinum chain with a Serpent with onyx eyes, not too large as to be gaudy, but not to small to be considered dainty.
Harry returned shortly after, his eyes held a harshness when he entered the room, but that melted when he looked at Draco. He settled back onto the couch, taking Draco’s body against his own.
“Can I give mine now?” Harry asked, some happiness leaking back in.
“Of course.” Sirius said, “We only exchanged a few others, My gift and Severus’ are waiting for you.”
“I can wait, Sirius, I want to see your faces when you see your gifts. Draco, do you mind going last?” Harry asked quietly, and sighed happily when Draco shook his head.
Harry pointed his wand and sent the first gift to Lucius. The elder blond looked back at Harry with question in his steel gaze.
“It is for you, I have a separate one for Mrs. Malfoy.” Harry stated.
Lucius opened his gift with the perfection all Malfoys seemed to be born with. He pulled out a thin pair of black gloves.
“Those are Dragonhide gloves, I personally put a couple of charms on them. Protection charms so a shield will surround you, should any nasty curse flow your direction, but it will look as though you cast it from your hands.” Harry explained.
To say they were stunned was an understatement for both the elder Malfoys. Draco just sat wrapped in the warmth of Harry’s arm smiling. Narcissa was the first to recover her bearings, after remembering her promise the day before.
Narcissa opened her box next and found a beautiful broach in the shape of a Phoenix. with bright moonstone eyes. She looked up waiting for the explanation she knew would come. Harry Potter never just gave a gift it seemed, he improved it.
“That is a protection broach. First the moonstone will shine if you are ever lost and without light, second there is a repelling protection charm that will rebound any jinx, hex or curse. It does not protect against the unforgivables, but every other negative spell, will rebound upon the caster.” Harry explained.
Severus gasped, “You could make a fortune selling such charms.”
“Yes, and then even the evil in the world will have protection too. I really don’t do things for the money.” Harry stated firmly.
He floated another box to Severus. Who looked confused.
“I thought Sirius delivered your joint gift earlier.” Severus said.
Draco coughed. Harry looked back at the dark man, “Well it was mainly Sirius’ gift to you, I only procured the items for him.”
Severus opened his own box, inside was a pair of titanium cufflinks with an intricate carving of a snake with emerald eyes..
“They should fit all your robes, both dress and casual. They work the same way as Lucius’ gloves.” Harry stated.
He then moved to the envelope on the table and floated it to Sirius.
Sirius opened it and smiled wide, he had always wanted to go to the Amazon, the ability to run free in his animagus form would be exhilarating. He stood up and walked over to give Harry a fairly large hug, displacing a contented Draco who glared at him.
“Thank you Harry, I will love this.” Sirius whispered.
Draco looked expectantly over to Harry when Sirius found his seat.
Harry smiled, he stood because he wanted to present his gifts himself. The first gift was small and delicate. It was a thin silver chain with a heart shaped snake wrapped around a glowing emerald.
Harry put it around Draco’s neck, and said, “Listen”
“Si arissa” Harry said, and Draco heard the language followed by “I love you” floating into his mind. His body shivered as the voice sparked inside his body, and warmth flooded him at the understanding behind the words. “I understand you.” Draco exclaimed. Harry smiled and Draco flung himself at his dark angel, smothering their lips together in a quick yet loving kiss.
“Ah-Hem” Sirius cleared his throat.
Draco pulled away and sat back blushing.
“For those who must know, it’s a charmed necklace that will only recognize Draco’s magical signature and my voice to activate, so that he can translate any parseltongue I may speak.” Harry explained… Not really wanting to go into more detail, he just moved on to the second gift. He reached for a fairly large box and handed it to Draco.
Draco at first was unsure, the wrapping on the package was several different articles of the Daily prophet, so the moving pictures caught him off guard. He opened the gift with the same elegance as his parents. He pulled out a rather large fabric, or at least that’s what he thought it was. He looked back up at Harry.
‘Its an invisibility cloak, similar to the one I own, but not as old. This one is new so the charms will last for a long while, I even put a couple undetectables on it.” Harry explained.
“Undetectable?” Sirius queried.
“They are charms developed by Aurors to escape detection. There are revealing charms,that probe traps, revealing charms that probe wards, protection charms, and anti-revealing charms. All with the undetectable trace. The Aurors had to train using them, as each one of the revealed traps and probes had different flavors for each different trap and ward. It came in handy during our hunt of the Elder.” Harry said.
“Who was the Elder?” Draco asked.
Harry cringed and shook his head he could not impart that to anyone.
He was standing in the doorway staring at the wizard who had caused so much destruction, in a way he would not need veritaserum to understand. There would be no why but the cause was plain as the haunted eyes that stared back at him even as the Elder’s arms were thrown up in defeat. Was it really defeat? Eyes that had once looked upon him as a friend. A divorce had sent the eldest weasley twin onto a path beyond what any could imagine. Harry had no clue who the Elder was until that moment. Those eyes were not the same as the man he used to know. But George had never been the same since Fred. Nothing but the Dementor’s kiss could set George free. Free from his demons and his dark path. Freds name was the last whisper on the redhead's lips. Harry and the rest of the world got nothing but a confession of deeds, and the request for the sentence to be carried out immediately. George could not go on, and he did what he needed in order to go home. Harry had gotten very drunk that night. Ginny started to withdraw after that. Harry’s world would have spiraled out of control.
“No one special, someone who I will make sure never exists.” Harry replied tonelessly.
Kreacher popped in and looked over at Sirius. “Master Sirius, Kreacher would like to show you your gift, sir.” He motioned to be followed. Sirius stood, and the rest of the party followed after him. They walked down the hall, there was a large bare expanse of wall in front of them. Harry and Sirius gapped. It was gone… Walburga Black was gone. “Where did you put it?” Sirius asked holding his breath.
“I put Mistress in her favorite room, Master Regulus’ room. Since I am to keep his treasures for the House of Black, I thought she would be happier there. She was plenty happy to see his room again, she cried for an hour.” Kreacher explained.
“Thank you for Honoring you mistress so well,” Harry said, “We are happy she likes her new home.”
Sirius was speechless, but nodded his agreement. Severus actually, almost chuckled, but it sounded more like a wet frog’s choke. Kreacher looked up at Harry, “Master Harry, Kreacher has brought you a gift as well… It is back in the sitting room.”
Harry noticed the grim smile on the elf's face, a shiver of unease ran up his spine. He knew that his session with the book today was about to be used, and he was very alarmed. Harry sat back down on the settee and waited. Harry was hoping for something mundane, simple, but when he got the box, he knew. He opened the box and his mouth fell open, his gaze met the elf’s wide eyes. Kreacher gave him a smile so wicked and happy at the same time it was chilling. The box had what seemed to be a dead rat, only it wasn’t dead, it was barely breathing.
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