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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 15
- 16
- 17
Part 16

Well I don't think you like me. Well I hate you as well. No one seems to like you, wish I couldn't tell. Come on, abuse me more, I like it. Come on, keep talking cause it's true - Silverchair

It was after dinner and while the rest of the school was off doing whatever it was they did after dinner, Harry was down in the dungeons with Snape. Training. Which was really little more than torture practice when it all boiled down. Snape would sling curses and Harry would dodge them, counter them or simply stand still and let them hit him. It all depended on Snape's instruction.
And his mood.
Which tonight, was definitely foul and needless to say, Harry found himself on the floor writhing under the Cruciatus curse, far sooner than he had expected. He wondered, while in the throes of agony, what exactly Snape was going to do to curb his anger once Voldemort was truly gone and Harry was no longer at Hogwarts. He pitied the students left behind.
He was tenutesutes into the curse now and the capillaries in his eyes had burst, he had bitten almost clear through his tongue to keep from screaming, he had pulled his hair out in clumps, and was pretty sure he'd cracked his elbow on his way down the first time. All in all, he was holding up fairly well.
Snape wouldn't let it go on for more than fifteen minutes, and he knew without a doubt that the last five were the easiest. By this time he could still feel the pain but his body had accepted it. When he stopped fighting it, it became easier. It was as if he had always lived with this pain and he welcomed it; embraced it even. He'd been told by the only two people who had seen him endure this - Dumbledore and Snape - that he got creepy during the last five minutes, that he laughed, smiled, and sometimes even sighed as if he was enjoying it. It never failed to freak Snape out, which was the main reason Harry still allowed him to do this.
Ah, yes, and there it was, the beginnings of madness had set in. His lips curved upwards, his mouth opened, and a maniacal sounding laugh erupted from his throat. He opened his eyes and locked them on Snape; saw the revulsion on his face. He laughed harder.
~!~
Following Harry down into the lower dungeons wasn't what Draco had planned to do after dinner, but somehow he knew it was what Harry wanted. Why else would he have made a point of giving him his cloak before dinner and winking at him?
Now that he was here however, he wasn't sure if he should be fascinated by what he was seeing or horrified. It had been all right at first. Snape and Harry had faced off with wands drawn; Snape had thrown some very nasty and somewhat dangerous curses at Harry who either ducked out of the way of them or reflected them. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. The way Harry had moved, the confidence he showed, the nasty grin on his face when he reflected one of the curses back on Snand tnd the other man wasn't quick enough to get out of the way.
It was sweet, but oh how Harry was paying for it now.
Draco was familiar with the Cruciatus. He had cast it himself during his Dark Arts training and had been the unfortunate recipient of the curse one time. Only one time, thank Merlin, and he never wanted to feel it again. But watching Harry writhing on the floor, blood pooling from between his lips, fingers tangling and then pulling free from his hair leaving clumps of fine ebony silk falling away from his head was almost too much to bear.
He had almost thrown up when Harry's eyes snapped open and he could see they were full of blood. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew Harry wanted him to see this, wanted him to remain hidden, he would have stunned Severus Snape and kicked the man in the bollocks for what he was doing.
Draco didn't know how much longer he could watch this. Harry had yet to scream, but the painful moaning and groaning sounds, combined with the involuntary whimpers he was making had Draco almost in tears in sympathy. Then, just when he thought it could get no worse, it did.
It got so much worse that Draco's skin began to crawl.
Harry began to laugh, and Draco had to cover his ears - the sound was unbearably disturbing.
~!~
Watching as Harry's lips began to curl, Snape unconsciously took a step back from the writhing boy in front of him. In all his years of service to Voldemort -before he was a spy and afterwards - he had never seen anything like Harry Potter. The boy truly disturbed him; and not much could disturb him after everything had seen and done.
He wondered why he did this to himself, this psychological torment he put himself through. For surely this was for him and not Harry. The first ten minutes, those were for the annoying boy at his feet but the last five, those minutes of hell were for him and him alone. He would have nightmares of that bone-chilling laugh, those blood-red eyes boring into his own, searching into his very soul. After all the pain, agony and fear he had caused to innocent Muggles in his years of loyal service to the Dark Lord, he felt he was owed a little torment of his own. And so he took it.
Voldemort himself no longer made him quake in his boots, but Harry Potter did. The irony was not lost on him. As a spy and soldier for the light, he was supposed to fear Voldemort and revere Harry Potter. Everyone else did, after all. But Severus knew better. He knew more about Harry Potter than most: more about his power, his temper, his deep-buried resentments to both the Muggle and magical worlds than anyone else, save Albus Dumbledore. And even on that score, he was pretty sure that he knew Harry's darkness better than the old man did. And after the events of last week, Snape could see Harry's dark streak coming to the surface. He could only hope that he would deal with his attackers and then let it go.
As Harry's eyes drilled into his own and his laughter reached an ungodly level of noise, Snape called off the curse and blew out a heavy breath as Harry collapsed back to the floor. He took a moment to compose himself and then went for the array of potions waiting on the side-table. He would get Harry back on his feet and then take his leave.
After a few shots of brandy, he would replay the events of the last five minutes over and over in his mind until he was sure he would never forget them.
~!~
"Hey, Vince?" Theodore Nott called out as he entered the common room. "Have you seen Blaise today?"
Crabbe closed his eyes and tilted his head in thought. After a few moments he opened his eyes and shook his head. "No, I haven't. He tore out of the Great Hall during breakfast. Haven't seen him since."
Nott looked worried and sat down on the sofa next to Crabbe. "You don't think Potter did something to him, do you?"
Vince shrugged. "Maybe. He got you and Greg after all. Did you check the hospital?"
"I did, I even talked to Greg a bit. He said he hadn't been there, but that Potter had been by earlier with Snape. He said Potter is refusing to fix him," Nott chuckled nastily. "This won't go over well with our Lord, you know how he feel about females in the ranks."
Crabbe nodded. "Yeah, too bad for Greg. If Potter don't fix him he'll miss out on all the fun after graduation."
The pair laughed for a bit over the thought of the massacre they had been promised as a Graduation/Initiation celebration. Then Nott spoke up again. "Don't you think Potter should have been expelled for what he did to Greg, or at least for refusing to fix it?"
Crabbe shrugged his shoulders. "He's Harry Fucking Potter, Ted. He could blow up half of Hogsmeade, poison the whole of Slytherin House and shag the Patil twins on the staff table during supper and he wouldn't get expelled. Use your brain."
Nott was temporarily thrown by being outwitted by Vincent Crabbe but shook it off quickly. Yeah, you're right. I'm going to go look for Blaise. If you see him, tell him to stay put til I get back, okay?"
Vince nodded and Theodore left the room.
~!~
By the time Harry was back on his feet, potions having restored most of his strength and healed his wounds, Snape was already gone. The older man never stuck around any longer than necessary after these sessions. Whether it was an ingrained survival instinct or he just thought that little of him, Harry didn't know. Nor did he care.
"Draco," Harry called out softly, "you can come out now."
A shimmering in the far corner caught his eye and Harry smiled as a pale, shaken Draco Malfoy appeared in front of his eyes. "Fuck, Harry. Are you okay?"
Harry snorted softly. "You know, I think you're the first person who's ever asked me that after seeing what I just went through. Mostly, people tend to be too busy trying not to vomit to really ask me how I'm doing."
Draco, though still a little green around the gills, stepped closer and pulled Harry into a light hug. "I'll admit that vomiting was, and still is on my mind, but your safety concerns me more. Merlin, Harry, I knew you could take it - you told me so yourself - but seeing it..."
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and rubbed his back soothingly. "It's alright, I'm fine. I can handle it."
Draco snorted in amusement. "How is it that you're the one who endures the pain curse for a quarter hour and then ends up comforting me?"
"Just lucky I guess," Harry replied and tilting Draco's chin up, kissed him on the lips. "So, what do you think?" he asked when the kiss ended. "Could old Tom Riddle endure what I just did?"
"Not a chance in hell, Harry," Draco replied somewhat awed that Harry could be so nonchalant after the pain he had just undertaken. "I don't think there's a wizard alive today, other than yourself, that could do that and not lose their mind."
"What makes you so sure I haven't?" Harry asked and wiggled his eyebrows.
~!~
In the Gryffindor common room, in a secluded corner, Ron and Hermione - with the help of a silencing spell - discussed the revelations that they had been made privy to earlier that day.
"I still don't get it, Hermione," Ron whispered regardless of the spell. "If something happened to Harry, why wouldn't he tell us, and why let Malfoy and Snape of all people help him?"
"Don't you see, Ron? What ever happened to Harry must have been awful! He's probably too embarrassed or ashamed to tell us. If what Professor Dumbledore says is true, then it was only coincidence that Malfoy found him and brought him back to the castle. And we all know that when Malfoy needs help, he goes to Snape," Hermione concluded.
Ron still looked sceptical. "But what could have been so awful that Harry would keep it from us? I mean, he's stood toe to toe with You-Know-Who and told us all about it. How could anything those slimy Slytherin gits do even come close?"
"I have my suspicions, Ron, and if they're right, then I can see why he wouldn't want to tell anyone. Ron, Harry is the figure-head for the side of light in this war. If it got out that he had been attacked and beaten by his fellow school mates, people would lose hope. They would begin to believe that the Death Eaters are right, that Harry is just a boy, just an ordinary wizard, and then Voldemort would have even more followers."
Ron flinched at the use of the Dark Lord's name and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh for heaven sake, Ronald! It's just a name!"
"I guess you have a point about what people believe. But I still feel kinda hurt that Harry didn't tell us."
Hermione sighed. "I do too, but if I was in his shoes, I wouldn't tell anyone either."
"What do you think happened, 'Mione? What did those nasty bastards do to Harry?"
Hermione looked up from where her hands were twisting in her lap, tears shining in her eyes. "I think they may have raped him, Ron."
As the colour drained from Ron's face, Hermione covered her face with her hands and gave in to the tears that she'd been trying to hold back.
~!~
"Why do you let him do that to you?" Draco asked as he and Harry settled themselves comfortably on the sofa in the Chamber of Secrets. "I mean, you have nothing to prove to Sev, and you already know your limitations with the curse, so why?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Snape seems to need it. I can't say I understand it, but it's there. He hates it when I lose it at the end, and I kinda get off on that," Harry chuckled softly, "but I think he's punishing himself for something."
Punishing himself?" Draco asked. "How is your pain and mental suffering a punishment for him?"
"Because it disturbs him more than anything else has ever done. Think about it, Draco, Snape was and is a Death Eater. He's done unimaginable things in the line of duty, and because of his spy status he still has to participate in those activities even though he abhors them now. Killing Muggles doesn't phase him, torturing witches and wizards is old hat, but using an unforgivable on the boy who he has sworn to protect? Watching as the pain turns to... something else, it gives him chills. He sees what I could be in those minutes, the darkest aspects of my personality, and it scares the life out of him. He doesn't know about my family history, or how strong I really am, but he does know that I'm stronger than Voldemort. And he knows that if I were to veer off the path laid down for me that I would be unstoppable."
"And this scares him because..." Draco prompted.
"If I went evil, who do you think would be the first person I went after, providing old Voldie was already dead?" Harry asked.
"The man who used the Cruciatus on you, Severus," Draco answered, understanding dawning on him.
"Exactly," Harry replied. "Snape thinks he needs to pay for past sins and I'm the only thing he fears. Subconsciously, he's making sure that if I do go over to the dark side, he'll be the first one I kill, thereby paying for his crimes, but also saving himself from having to watch as everyone and everything in my way is destroyed."
Draco nodded his head and turned to look Harry in the eye. "You've really given this some thought, haven't you?"
"More than I'd like to admit," Harry replied softly. "I'd be an excellent Dark Lord if I ever decided to go that route. I mean, I was raised by Muggles who hate me; I've seen the worst that they are capable of. I've been lied to and betrayed by my mentor, the greatest wizard of the past century. My friends have turned against me time and again for stupid reasons, I've killed in self defence and in cold blood. I know how to change a person's whole belief system in a single second now. I could turn the wizarding world on its ear over night. Think about it, Draco. The Minister of Magic and the Wizengamot run our world, right? Well, I could run them."
Draco grinned and shook his head. "You had me going there for a minute, Harry. I almost believed you were considering it."
Harry grinned back. "Nah, politics were never my forte. I'm more of a get in your face and tell you off kind of person. Must be the Gryffindor in me."
"And what of the Slytherin in you, Harry? What do you do to satisfy your evil tendencies?" Draco asked with genuine curiosity.
Harry laughed. "Well, tonight, I convinced Professor Snape that he enjoyed wearing lacy pink knickers. He'll have transfigured all of his underwear by now."
Draco's eyes widened in shock and then he burst out laughing. "Bloody hell, Potter. You're never boring are you?"
Harry smirked. "I don't think so, but if you start to get bored let me know and I'm sure I can find some way of... entertaining you."
Draco smirked back. "Hmm, I think I feel the beginnings of a yawn coming on."
"Well," Harry replied as he lowered his lips to Draco's, "we can't have that happening. Guess I'll have to keep your mouth otherwise occupied."
~!~
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