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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Updated: 5.27.16

A/N: I've been really good about updating every Friday or earlier, so I'm making Fridays my official update day!

BTW: Someone complained about the "sex" and "punishment" scenes. Too many?

Snakes

“Look!” Harry cried, pointing into the petting zoo. There were goats and a few children standing around touching and tugging on the animals under the watchful eye of a zookeeper and parents. “Can I?” He turned pleading eyes to Draco.

Draco nodded, ruffled Harry's messy hair, and let him go.

Harry grinned and limped over. He looked back several times for reassurance and permission before he was finally close enough to put his hand on a shaggy coat.

“I don't get it,” Liam voiced quietly at his side.

Draco sighed. “Harry... He wasn't okay even before he came ta th' Hold. He didn't even have a name.”

He wanted to cross his arms, wanted to scowl and scream, but he forced his body loose and calm, knowing if Harry looked over and saw him upset, there would be no recovering this day. He looked up to see Liam looking down at him horrified.

“Don't look upset,” he ordered, challenging him. “Or I'm not tellin' you nothin'.”

Liam was visibly conflicted, but then he blanked his features and copied Draco's stance. “I'm listening,” he stated, voice clipped.

Draco sighed again and looked back at his boy. Harry's eyes met his and sparkled with pure joy at touching the creature. Draco gave a wave and smile and Harry's attention returned to the goat. “I had to name 'em because his family called 'em Freak. They hated him. Made 'em cook and clean. They didn't give 'em a bed or baths or even food. First time I fed 'em in th' Hold, he cried it hurt so bad. He's small now, but he was bone-thin when I met 'em.”

Liam made a sound in his throat and Draco shot him a glance to make sure his face was still blank. It was. Draco returned his eyes to Harry and continued.

“At Brendon's, Harry said it was the first time he slept in a bed or even had blankets or warm clothes that fit. It was his first bath, too. Had a panic attack 'cause he's dead certain he doesn't deserve it. It makes him go crazy inside with this... hate at himself... for having things he shouldn't. But it's okay now 'cause I've got 'em. I'm gonna take care of him and show 'em that he does deserve a bed and food and happiness. Because he's mine.”

“And you deserve the best of everything because you're the sun and moon,” Liam hissed.

Draco looked up, saw rage in the tension of the man's jaw, and stared coldly back. “You think you know better? If I disappeared right now, you'd know how to fix him? Know how to keep 'em from killing himself?”

Liam deflated and turning his head away, arms crossing on his chest.

Satisfied, Draco let the anger drain away. He reached up and gently touched Liam's hip. The man looked down at him. “I love him, Liam. Love 'em so much. He's gonna be okay. I'll take care of him. Promise.”

Harry returned then and Draco opened his arms with a smile. The boy burrowed into his side, grinning and flushed and telling them what the goat was like. Draco listened and pet Harry's hair as they moved on to the next animal.

They fed ducks, helped brush a sheep, and held rabbits. Harry was limping, but he was grinning ear to ear, eyes lit up with joy. Liam didn't relax completely until they were at the rabbits. Draco smiled as the man became just as excited and gushed over the soft creatures. Liam crouched down with Harry and the cuddled the hopping bunnies. Draco laughed, bumped Liam's shoulder, and took a rabbit into his own arms. They were remarkably soft and warm.

After the petting zoo, they went back to the cafe for ice creams. Harry and Draco shared a banana split while Liam had a plain chocolate cone. Harry practically melted as soon as he tasted the treat. Moaning, humming, he trembled and gasped with almost every bite, making Draco feel warm with desire and Liam laugh.

When Liam got up to throw their trash away, Draco leaned in for a quick, deep kiss, licking at the inside of Harry's sweet mouth. Harry melted into the kiss with absolute - love adoration - pouring through the bond. Draco wiggled in his seat, overwhelmed and bursting with energy. Jumping to his feet, he called a challenge.

“Race you there!” he cried and sprinted toward the next building.

Harry laughed and ran after him. Even Liam gave chase. He almost caught up, but Draco had a large enough lead to cross the entrance of the Tropic Zone first. Arms up in triumph, Draco did a little dance. Harry clapped and congratulated him while Liam playfully made threats of revenge.

Settling down, Draco hooked his hair behind his ears and took in the large glass tanks and enclosures that surrounded him. The large room was warm and humid, the lights dimmed. Draco unfurled his scarf, letting it hang on either side of his neck, his gloves long ago zipped into his pocket. Harry's gloves were also in his pocket, but he didn't bother with the scarf, leaving it wrapped around his neck. His eyes were wide as he pressed his face close to the glass to see a huge green snake hanging like an 'S' from an artificial tree.

“The emerald tree boa was discovered in 1758 by Carlos Linnaeus, who named the boa Corallus caninus. The genus name, Corallus, resulted from the coral-like color and pattern of the boa as a neonate; caninus came about due to the boa’s head and angled snout, which Linnaeus found reminiscent of a dog. The elongated maxillary teeth also resemble the canine teeth of dogs,” Liam dutifully read.

Draco stared at the snake. It was vibrantly green and very large. It could have coiled around Draco and Harry both and covered them from foot to head. It had yellow unblinking eyes with a thin vertical pupil. It's pink tongue flickered and flashed, but otherwise it held still.

Until Harry hissed.

Draco's eyes snapped to Harry only to jerked back to the tank as the snake undulated and began to coil around the branch and tree, slithering gracefully down the trunk, and sinuously weaving up to the glass. It was beautiful and hypnotic, but it also made Draco tense, primal instincts screaming warning. However, as the snake came to a stop and simply stared up at them, he felt himself relax. Harry hissed again, and this time Draco kept his eyes on the boy beside him.

As if feeling his gaze, Harry looked over at him with wide, surprised eyes. “I didn't know snakes could talk!”

Draco knew instantly that this was because Harry was special, Harry was magic, and the word Freak screamed through his brain in warning. He knew with absolute certainty that if he handled this wrong, Harry would be damaged in a way Draco would never be able to fix.

“Where did you come from?” the snake asked Harry all soft and shushy, like a whisper, but Harry understood the words perfectly.

“I don't know,” he answered. “Outside?”

He realized Draco still hadn't answered and looked over at him again. The blond was staring, face blank. Harry looked up and saw Liam was staring too, but the expression on his face was shocked. A cold chill rolled down his spine, the heat between his legs throbbed hotly, and he had to swallow hard to keep from throwing up.

Tearfully, he turned his eyes back to the very green snake and asked in a terrified voice, “You can't talk to people, can you?”

“No. People do not speak. Only you speak.”

Harry gasped, but then Draco was forcing him to look into his eyes.

“Good boy,” the blond said with a grin and pulled him into his arms so that Harry was leaning against his chest and they were both looking at the snake. * Good boy, * he echoed into Harry's mind. *So good. Love you. Love that you talk to snakes, heal me, love me. Such a good boy. *

Panting, Harry felt frozen. Freak, he was a freak, bad freak, but Draco was happy, he was Draco's, and Draco said he was a good boy. He finally tipped over onto the side of calm as something else Draco said registered. Talking to snakes was like healing? Helping Draco, making him better, that was everything to Harry. If snakes were a part of that, then that was okay, right?

“Hatchling,” the snake said, suddenly disinterested. “Weak.”

Harry knew that was true and said nothing to stop the snake from returning to the tree and coiling herself back into her perch.

“What did ya say to each other?” Draco asked.

Harry tried to look and see what Liam was doing, but Draco tightened his arms and made a rumbling sound in his chest. Harry flushed in embarrassment and went more limp in Draco's arms. “I told her she was pretty. She said course she was beautiful and came down and asked me where I came from. I told her outside and asked her if snakes normally talk to people.” He couldn't help swallowing hard. “She said no. Only me. Then called me hatchling and weak and went back to her tree.”

Draco hummed and continued to watch the snake. Harry stayed relaxed and slowly his heartbeat slowed. It was okay. Draco was here. He wasn't mad. Harry was released and guided to the next tank. He purposefully didn't look at Liam. Draco didn't want him to. Only Draco mattered.

“What's this one say?” the blond asked eagerly, looking at him with bright grey eyes.

Harry's mouth curled into a tentative smile. Love Draco so much. Anything for Draco. He turned his eyes back to the snake. This one was red and had a camouflage pattern. It was coiled up on a rock.

“Scientific name: Python brongersmai. Other common names: Red blood python, Malaysian blood python. The head is long and broad, wider than the neck; the tail is short. Most adult females measure 50"-66" in total length, most adult males measure 40"-56" in total length,” Liam read out loud from behind him just as he had the whole day. His voice sounded just the same and Harry relaxed still further.

“Hello,” Harry ventured.

The diamond head lifted. A male voice answered, “You speak.”

Harry flushed red, palms sweaty, but Draco was at his back, holding him, eyes bright and interested. “How are you?” he eventually asked.

“It is boring, but I eat and sleep and stay warm,” the snake whisper-shushed.

Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco. “He's bored, but eats good and likes to sleep and stay warm.”

“That's creepy,” Liam said. Harry winced, but when he looked up at him, Liam was at their side and staring into the tank in fascination. “But really, really cool.”

Draco laughed in Harry's ear and Harry could feel it vibrating through his back. “Can you make it do anything?”

Harry looked back into the cage. “Will you do something?”

“What?” the male asked, sounding as bored as he claimed to be. “Why?”

“Can you come to the glass so we can see you? You're so beautiful. So bright red.”

The snake rose higher, pleased, and slithered over to the glass. Then he struck at air, fast as lightning, making Harry and the others gasp in surprise. He turned this way and that, coiled and uncoiled, and struck again. “I am beautiful and strong,” the snake bragged after his little show. “The people have picked me to breed many times.”

“You're amazing,” Harry agreed completely and translated for Draco and Liam what the snake had said. It made Liam snort a laugh and Draco smile. “Thank you,” he told the snake.

“How is this possible?” Liam asked, arm swinging in excitement. He was staring at Harry and Draco both.

Draco led them all over to the benches in the dark, cave-like room. The glass and shining exhibits of snakes, frogs, and lizards encircled them. They had the place to themselves. Draco held out his hand, palm up, and told Liam, “Let me see your pocket knife.”

Liam handed it over, practically vibrating with curiosity. Harry was still calm, but it felt fragile, like at any moment he'd shatter, but he trusted Draco, truly and completely, and it kept him from freaking out.

Draco took the little knife and opened it. The small blade was sharp. Looking up into Liam's eyes, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

Liam was losing his excitement and beginning to look nervous, but he nodded.

Draco struck, faster than Liam could flinch back, and sliced deep into the meaty part of Liam's hand. The man leapt to his feet, a cry on his lips, eyes wide and round. “Sit,” Draco ordered. “Trust me.”

“You cut me! What the hell, Draco?” Angry, hurt, Liam sat, almost without realizing he was obeying. “I'm not going to tell anyone. Shit, Draco. You didn't have to do that.”

“Give Harry your hand.”

Liam offered his injured hand. It was bleeding bad and he was shaking. Harry glanced at Draco and saw those grey eyes watching him unblinking. It made him tingly and warm. He still hurt, a deep throbbing pain between his legs, but it made Harry feel strong instead of weak.

Gently clasping Liam's bloody wrist, he brought the man's hand to his mouth. Eyes only for Draco, he put his mouth to the wound and lapped at it with his tongue.

Eyes heavy, Draco reached out to stroke Harry's hair, whispering, “Good boy.”

Harry shivered and felt the heat in his gut well and spill over under Draco's commanding gaze.

Liam gasped. His whole body went tense, his harsh breathing loud in the silent room. It lasted a few minutes, but when Harry released him, Liam immediately brought his hand close to his face. The spilled blood was still splashed on his skin, his clothes, the floor, but Harry knew the deep cut was gone.

Draco's mouth crashed into his, licking Liam's blood out of his mouth, washing him clean. Harry moaned and quivered, pressing hard against Draco's chest, his heart pounding in pure joy that he'd been good. Sucking, tongues touching, they kissed long and loud, until Draco gasped and pulled away, tucking Harry close to his side. Harry practically purred as he leaned against him with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

“What the hell?” he heard Liam whisper roughly.

“Harry is magic,” Draco bragged, voice content. “And so am I. Harry heals and I poison.” When Liam made a choked sound, he added. “Well, when I want to. It's something we can turn on and off. Inside somewhere.” Then his voice sank low, warning. “It's a secret, Liam. You can't tell no one. Hard rule.”

Harry opened his eyes to see Liam nodding slowly. His face was pale and his eyes were still too wide, but he wasn't angry or purple or trying to hit him like Uncle. Harry sighed in contentment and leaned more of his weight against his protector. Draco was amazing.

“Harry's a good boy, isn't he? Not a freak at all,” Draco continued, turning to look down at Harry who was tucked into his side. His hand stroked through the dark, wild hair.

Wiggling with embarrassment and denial, Harry turned his eyes to Liam.

Liam stared at him for a long second, but something in his face relaxed and he actually smiled. “Yeah. Harry's a good boy. The best. Not a freak. Just special, is all.”

Harry tucked his burning face into Draco's neck, hiding from the impossible praise.

Draco laughed, squeezed him close, and then pushed him gently away. “Let's check out the rest of the snakes and stuff, and then we can go ta' the 4D theater. You said there's a theater, right, Liam?”

Harry smiled, dazed over everything that had happened, but happy as Draco pulled him to the next snake cage.

Liam did his best to keep the chaos in his head hidden. He was under no illusions. If he did or said something that set Harry off, Draco would not be forgiving. Hell, Liam was damn lucky Draco hadn't been more vicious about the whole 'coming home drunk and sleeping with a naked Harry' thing. So, Liam kept everything bolted down in his head until he had a minute to himself.

The 4D theater was showing a documentary on whales, and he gratefully used the time in the dark to let his fake smile go and try and make sense of everything that had happened. He had no idea what to think! Draco and Harry were massively damaged. They were coping and genuinely loved each other, but the glimpses of their relationship – the physical intimacy as well as the sporadic abuse – made him uneasy.

At least Draco didn't seem interested in the basement after his jaunt with Jess. Liam had absolutely zero desire to ask what had happened that had turned Draco off the whole idea. He was also still ashamed for coming home to Harry drunk and knew he'd feel that way for a while. Foster care and group homes had given him a strong aversion to taking on the role of drunk adult instead of the child-witness he used to be.

Then there was the whole talk like a snake and have snakes answer thing. Oh and of course the magic healing and magic poisons. Couldn't forget that! Liam was well and truly baffled-shocked-doubting-believing-afraid. It was a serious emotional stew that he had no idea how to get over or around.

Draco's story about Harry's life resonated in his heart. It was disturbing and heartbreakingly sad. It wasn't something Liam could overlook or forget about. Sweet, passive, obedient Harry; he was so small and docile it was shocking to imagine him so horribly abused. Liam was no stranger to child-abuse. He was a mobster and occasionally had to deal with child-trafficking and sex-trafficking, he also had been abused during his time in the system, but this was Harry.

Liam had been a tough street-rat. He'd stolen, made threats, hurt people, bullied, lied, and was an obnoxious, sarcastic shit all in the name of survival and juvenile stupidity. Draco, Brendon, and he hadn't deserved the abuse they got by any means, but it seemed less horrific somehow than imagining abuse heaped on Harry who had no tough edges, no defenses.

It all left him kind of dazed and numb and sick. Now add magic to everything and he almost felt like his head was going to explode. Magic. Magic was real. Harry and Draco had freaky magic powers. Let's hear a “Holy shit” please. He was able to compartmentalize the abnormal relationship, the unhealthy devotion, but what the hell was he supposed to do with magic?

He hadn't even believed in magic when he was a kid. He didn't believe in God or miracles, so his brain almost couldn't compute. But the blood and pain had been real, the cut was gone, and the snakes had responded to Harry. It was undeniable. Shit. Magic was real.

By the end of the movie, Liam was slightly more rational and less hysterical. He decided there was nothing he could do about any of it (Wasn't that the theme of his life?) and decided to ignore it as much as possible. The boys were exhausted. As soon as Harry fell asleep on the train back home, Draco's expression blanked, clearly deep in thought. Liam felt a pang of self-condemnation. Here he was being a coward and running away from the situation, leaving Draco to deal with it alone.

Straightening his spine, he cleared his throat. “The snake thing surprised you.”

Draco's grey eyes looked up at him, and for a second, Liam was certain his help was going to be rejected, but then the blond relented. “Yeah. Didn't know he could do that. Was wonderin' what else we can do. The poison and healing aren't a special ability type thing if we can do other stuff, too. It must be part of a bigger thing.”

“What else can you do?” Liam asked, even though he really didn't want to know.

Draco shrugged and looked away.

Liam, grateful, didn't push. “Well, it's crazy for sure, but I can help you look stuff up if you want. The library has books on everything. It's got to have something about this, right?” Of course, he'd thought all those kinds of books were fiction. Queasy, he shifted his weight, dreading the idea of the boys learning more tricks. It literally made him break out into a sweat.

He had no idea if Draco sensed his distress and tried to protect him or if he really felt that way, but the blond answered, “No. Not yet.” Draco began to pet Harry's hair, the boy deeply asleep with his head on the blond's shoulder. “We're still getting used to everything. It's fine for now.”

Liam nodded and leaned back in his seat, feeling shaky. Okay. He could do this. Healing was totally awesome and non-threatening. Talking to snakes, no big deal. How often would they see a snake in New York City except at the zoo? And he'd always known Draco was capable of murder. The only thing that was different was that the ability wasn't because of fucked up assassin training liked he'd imagined. No, it was death magic.

Hell, who was he kidding? Draco was scary as shit and apparently he had other magic skills he wasn't confessing. Fuck. Liam held the fact that Draco had never hurt him, even when he may have deserved it, in the forefront of his brain and tried to shove down the irrational fear.

...

“I'm not a freak?” Harry asked, barely a whisper. They were in bed, the room dark. His head was pillowed on Draco's chest, the blond lying on his back and breathing deep and even, eyes closed. Harry's thighs ached and between his legs still throbbed. It was reassuring and real but couldn't quite squash the fear as the memory of the snake's words played in his mind.

“No. People do not speak. Only you speak.” - Because he wasn't normal. He was Freak.

“Harry,” Draco said the name softly, lovingly. “I want you to listen ta me real careful.”

Harry went perfectly still, hardly breathing, as he obeyed.

Draco rolled them so Harry was on his back, head on a pillow, hair fanned around his head in a halo. The room was dark, so Draco could only make out the outline of Harry's face, the glint of those beautiful eyes, the soft lips. Draco put his hands on Harry's chest and slid them down, caressing soft skin, hooking on the blankets and pulling them away so all of Harry's body was uncovered. He couldn't resist stroking and petting the boy, gently caressing the bruised thighs, the thin stomach, brushing the rosy nipples.

“You're special Harry. And so am I. Do ya know what that means?”

Harry's skin was flushing warm and his breathing grew heavy as Draco's fingers slid along his naked skin. “No, Draco,” he answered in a whisper.

“It means we do stuff no one else does, Harry.” Draco leaned down and slowly licked along Harry's lips. The boy opened his mouth – hungry – but Draco lifted away. “That means we kiss.” He looked into Harry's eyes, wondering if he understood. “No other kids kiss like we do, Harry.” He saw a flicker of understanding and Draco smiled. “If you were normal, we wouldn't kiss no more.”

Harry gasped and reached for Draco, denial singing through the bond.

“Hands above your head,” Draco ordered calmly. With a whimper, Harry obeyed. “Good boy. Keep them there 'til I say.”

The boy nodded, tears in his eyes.

Draco sympathized. It was painful for Harry to try and understand that something that was so horrific to him, something that was the cause of his abuse and pain for so long, was now a good thing, but Draco needed him to start making that leap of understanding or his boy would never heal.

He brought his wrist to his mouth and focused on the cold determination to show Harry, to at least open the door to healing. He pushed it into his mouth. Not poison, but he wanted to cut, wanted to bleed. Needed it. For Harry. And suddenly his teeth clenched down and his skin parted easily. He gasped at the spike of pain and cupped his other hand over the wound, collecting as much blood as he could.

Harry, wide-eyed, filled Draco with – shock need love – and begged, “Draco! Please, let me.”

Smiling, Draco held his injured wrist out to his boy, dripping warm blood over Harry's stomach and chest and neck with the gesture. “If you were normal, you couldn't heal me, Harry. But you can. Because you're special.”

Harry, crying silently, arms still obediently held above him, lifted his head and latched onto Draco's wrist and sloppily licked and sucked until blood smeared across his face, dripped down his cheeks and neck. Less than a minute later, the wound was gone.

“Good boy, Harry,” Draco purred, heart beating hard and his whole body tingling at the touch of Harry's healing magic. Panting, he looked deep into Harry's eyes and ordered softly, “Bend your knees and roll onto your stomach. Keep your hands above ya.”

Tears mixing with Draco's blood on his cheeks, Harry did as he was told so that he was suddenly folded over his thighs, shins and chest pressed firmly into the mattress, and his face turned sideways on the pillow. He couldn't see Draco now. Somehow that made his voice more compelling.

“If you weren't special, I couldn't touch ya inside, Harry.” And added, deep in Harry's mind where Draco's voice warmed and filled him. * Couldn't put myself inside you. *

Harry gasped, back bowing slightly as something warm and slick pressed into his body. Slamming his eyes closed, he absorbed the feeling of Draco's finger wiggling inside and tugging at his hole. It felt weird and warm and good, and Harry moaned as he realized Draco's warm blood was going to coat the inside of his body.

A second blood-slicked finger pressed inside him. It stretched him open a little more and Harry was gasping for breath now, feeling dizzy and needy and wanting – DracoDracoDracoDraco. A third finger and Harry couldn't help lifting his head and keening. His hips pressed up, begging for more, as he shifted his weight to his knees. The burn of muscle as three fingers pressed in and now Harry was fully up on his knees, chest still down along the bed, hands clenching the top of the pillow, thighs and knees spread wide.

Draco's panting moans and whispers of “Harry” filled the room as Harry's hips slowly undulated, moving Draco's finger in and sliding them out. Harry gave a wild cry as he felt – Inside him! Draco was inside him! - Draco's first two fingers arch and curl and press, the third remaining long and straight, piercing him. And then Draco touched something that made him collapse with a gasp, legs shaking, as melting pleasure shot through his limbs.

Giving a breathy laugh, Draco leaned forward and pinned Harry's sprawled thigh with his free hand and leaned down, his face dipping past where his fingers moved inside the boy to lick and suck at the dark bruise he'd pinched behind Harry's balls.

Harry wailed, arms and head thrashing in a spasm before the boy locked it down and held on.

Draco could hardly see through the sensations that sizzled and zapped through the bond, making his own hips rock and his head spin. Just as the crest of the pleasure built, he bit down on the bruise he'd been kissing and gently scraped his nails across Harry's insides. Harry screamed as the sharp agony of the bite exploded into a pleasure so great that it nearly made him pass out. Draco screamed with him; ecstasy streaking through the bond like lightning and locking his body in a spasm.

They were both sweat-soaked puddles on the sheets when Draco slowly blinked open his eyes. Harry was sprawled on his belly and Draco was curled on his side, face pressed into Harry's hip. Shivering from the tingles still sparking under his skin, Draco crawled up and stroked Harry's damp hair. The boy flopped over and stared up at him dazed.

“Would you give me up, Harry? To be normal?” he asked solemnly.

“No!” Harry burst into tears and flung his arms around Draco's neck. “Draco! Love you! Anything for you! Be a freak for you!” - acceptance love relief adoration -

Draco sighed and cuddled Harry into his arms, soothing his cries until they were quiet hiccups which faded into the silence of sleep. Harry still thought he was a freak, but at least he didn't think it was a bad thing to be. He accepted it now instead of hated himself. It was a good start, and Draco fell into sleep with a contented smile on his face.

Chapter end.

A/N: So Draco is starting to figure things out about magic.

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