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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~ First of all, I'm going to let you all know the pain of my suffering for the last couple of days... I have no mouse function on my computer... ARRG... so I am completely relying on keyboard shortcuts... So... if there are nitpicks, please let me know, and I will fix them once I get myself a mouse... That said, I should have posted this chapter earlier, but I have worked on a chapter that has consumed me, so my re-read of this had to wait until I finished the most horrific scene so far (it's in Chapter 20 so wait for it :D.) So this one finishes out Christmas day and incorporates more days than just one ;D.
Meechypoo - Thank you for fabulous reviews every time...More is coming on how important Draco as an anchor is...Lucius...well just read on and see how the Big Bad Malfoy handles it. and of course Severus, well so much angst... angst is good for him..lol Enjoy this chapter.
Djaddict - Horrific? just a bit... but we are dealing with an elemental power here. The story is about to turn a bit more horrific, so hold on to your seat...Yes there is a plan for Sirius to be cleared, but not yet... Somethings need to stay the same so other events can happen as they did before, lynchpin events will remain stable. There are times I linger in an afterglow, but if they both passout due to the amount of expended energy, well there isn't much to tell on that lol. I will fix my typos when I get a new mouse, otherwise it will just aggrivate me more. Now on to the story.
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Chapter 17 - Belated Wrath of a Grateful Wizard

Lucius shuddered in the darkness, he heard sounds, and then the scene exploded around him.
A very small Harry was running towards the little red headed girl laying lifeless on the stone floor, the book grasped in her arms.
Harry was greeted by a very handsome teenage boy, their conversation revealed him to be Tom Marvolo Riddle, Voldemort.   Harry was afraid, as the Basilisk slid out of the open mouth of Salazar Slytherin. There was the adrenaline rush of running through the pipes and the fear of the beast was strangling Lucius as he watched the small boy try to outwit a blinded monster. He could not breath when he saw Harry pull the sword of Gryffindor out of the hat and chase the monster. Lucius screamed when it went to bite Harry, and cried when he saw the fang sink deep into the boy’s flesh, and the pain Harry felt, he felt. The burn of the poison racing through his veins. The exhilaration of destroying the diary, and the reluctance to accept the loss of of Harry’s life. The joy of the Phoenix tears, made the grown man weep.
Draco had never seen such a thing. Harry did not touch his father, but the man was obviously caught up in the memory of what happened in the Chamber, and he saw his father as never before. Everyone jumped when Lucius screamed in fear.   His heart was wrenched when Lucius cried, every tear tearing at his soul, since he knew they were for Harry’s suffering.
Harry released the man, and conjured a bowl and a curtain to shield the effects of the memory on Lucius. The man vomited between sobs, and Harry tended to him. He held the man’s hair out of the way, and offered a wet cloth as the man sat on the couch. Harry sat next to him, they were behind the conjured cloth, and Harry banished the basin when the older man was finished. Harry patted the older man’s back and waited for the emotions to subside.
Lucius was sick, with himself for letting that happen to small children. Harry was ready to die, as he always was, he was humbled to have seen it. Harry had saved the girl, but also the rest of them, from an earlier return of the darkest wizard the wizarding world had seen in centuries. All at the age of 12, and what of the year before, he had heard rumors… and even then, the boy was 11. He felt unworthy, an apology was nothing compared to the sacrifices the boy had made, or the things the Weasley girl had gone through.
Harry let the cloth disappear when he felt Lucius was calm enough to be seen. He moved, unsure if Draco would accept him after what he put the elder Malfoy through. His downcast eyes raised to meet silver ones swimming in tears. He moved to sit elsewhere, hurt to know he had put those tears there. He condemned himself for taking the step he did. Draco caught his hand as he passed, and pulled him into a tight embrace, Harry sighed and let Draco hold him. “Silly man…” Draco whispered.
Lucius was paler than normal when he looked over to the family that he had shunned for so long.
“I don’t even have words. I had no idea…” Lucius was trying to find words but his charm and Malfoy suave failed him in that moment.
It was Ginny that surprised them all, including Harry. She stood and put her hand on one of Lucius’ pale ones. “The fact that your intentions were not as horrible as I had envisioned, is enough for me. You can offer no more than you already have. You know, we know, and you're sorry, that’s all that I need.” She looked at Harry, “He needed less, but he is a far better man than he gives himself credit for. I am at peace. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.”
She was grace, even with as young as she was, she was grace. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still confused, but as long as their daughter was now at peace, they would let things be. They got up and left to find haven in their beds.
Lucius left to find comfort in his wife, this had been a very long day. Harry and Draco followed silently behind, and stopped at the third floor to go to their room. Draco got ready for bed first and was waiting with open arms for Harry when he finally climbed into the bed. Harry fell into the arms of his savior and let sleep claim him. Draco was not far behind.
Severus was still quiet after witnessing the breaking of Lucius. He really had no clue what the boy had gone through, but it must have been something more than he had imagined. He looked at Sirius’ door before slipping into his own room, he wanted to feel for the man, he wasn’t sure that he could. His heart had been barren for so long, clinging to a ghost who never really belonged there. He closed his own door and gave himself up to his own demons.
Two days of peace, and entertaining company followed. The third day, was not so quiet…
“HARRY!” A loud voice bellowed through the entire house. Harry tried to burrow deeper into his bed, Dumbledore had returned.
Harry got dressed and pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s lips before leaving his room to attend the older wizard. He would not be intimidated, and he would stand his ground. He was Harry Potter, Head Auror, Augur Saeculum, the Boy Who Lived and all those things...He was surprised that when he did arrive to the sitting room where the floo was, that not only the Headmaster but Aberforth as well was standing there.
“You bellowed sir?” Harry said, noting the twinkle in both sets of eyes. He stood straight, his face all graciousness, “Welcome to my home, Aberforth. I hope you enjoyed your brief…” he pinned the headmaster with one of his best Auror gazes, “Bermuda holiday.   Please have a seat.” He gestured to one of the couches. He turned and cast a locking charm on the door and an Impervious Privacy charm around them. No one needed to hear this, no matter who they were.
“I see you have no regret for your very presumptuous behavior.” Albus concluded.
“Why should I, Sir? Christmas is a time for family, is it not? A century of regret should not stop you from associating with another great wizard of your own blood, especially if it takes a 15yr old school boy to make you have to spend time with him.” Harry admonished.
“Albus really, he did us a favor, are you really going to lecture the boy.” Aberforth asked.
“He is no mere boy,” Albus interjected.
“Right, Headmaster. I am an Augur, given knowledge to guide people to their right path… and did you think I would guide you incorrectly?” Harry asked rather pointedly.
“No, Harry… just not with such a…” Albus fished for the right word…
“Such a slytherin approach? do you forget what we talked about at the end of my second year sir? That was the hat’s first choice for me.” Harry supplied. “Now how about we discuss what happened while you two were playing house in the tropics.”
Albus looked at him with some trepidation, “What happened?”
“Lets start with Mundungus, lets say he is turning over a new leaf, and I have all the dark artifacts now. And then there is Peter.” Harry stopped… That part was still a bit raw.
“Peter as in Peter Pettigrew?” Albus asked gently.
“Yes, it would seem I was wrong about which power I used with Umbridge. She was the power of Compassion, redirection you could say. Dung received the power of mercy, and Peter… Judgment.”
“Judgment?” both older wizards whispered together. They may not have realized it, but for Harry just the fact that they both looked so much alike, and then talked exactly alike was very eerie for him. It reminded him of the many times he had seen Aberforth in the mirror and thought it was the Headmaster.
“Where is Peter, Harry? Are you going to turn him over to the ministry?” Albus asked, jerking Harry out of his thoughts.
“There is no need, his memories were witnessed, his judgement was final. He is no longer with us.” Harry said, his voice hollow, “I did not have a choice, balance was required, and his judgment was needed to keep the balance. In all things there is a balance of good and bad, so the powers of the Augur align with the balance of nature.”
“Have you thought more on my offer for the next term?” Albus queried hopefully.
“I will test as soon as you have the required Ministry Officials in place. I have also worked on the plan for the students, each year will have a practical application segment with theory. I wish to introduce an elective for the NEWT students. It will be in addition to their core DA classes. Experimental Defense Charms. I want the best of the best to start learning how to create newer and better defense charms… I know the Ministry has certain positions that will benefit directly from having this class offered at Hogwarts.” Harry said.
“I like the way he thinks.” Aberforth chuckled.
Albus nodded, stroking his beard in thought. The proposition was a good one… He would not deny that. “Lets see how it goes with the last part of this year, and then see about adding it for the next year.”
Harry smiled, “I would like that. It will give me time to focus on other more important things right now. So… How was our esteemed Headmaster in Bermuda, Mr. Dumbledore?”
“Lets just say pulling teeth from a stag was more appealing to him then spending the first day in my company” Aberforth confessed.
“We did nothing but stare at each other with careful consideration for the first day… you were wise to choose two days… neither of us were good at not talking for longer than a day.” the Headmaster grinned.
Harry let down the Impervious charm and unlocked the door. “Breakfast will be served at 9, Kreacher is all about punctuality… I believe there are a few second floor rooms available if you two care to freshen up and join us.” Harry spoke with so much dignity that one could almost forget that he was only 15 years young.
Aberforth stood, paused, then looked at Albus who only nodded solemnly.
“Before you go, Harry. I have a request to make of you, if you would be so kind.” Aberforth asked quietly his voice trembled a little under the weight of what he was to ask.
Harry turned around, and surveyed both wizards. This was important to them both, he could guess at the request, and if so he would grant it. “I’m listening.” Harry stated.
“Can you delve into our memories, and possibly find out who killed Ariana that day?” Aberforth requested.
Harry was silent, pondering the request. This was something they both needed for closure. But, the blame could cut like a knife if it turned out to be one of them. The acute regret and guilt that one might feel at such an action, could he really do this for them? There was only one way he would do it..
“Stand, Please.” Harry instructed, watching both wizards watching him. They stood. “You will form an unbreakable vow of my wording, if you truly want me to do this for you.”
“What will the wording entail, Harry?” Albus sounded offended at the request.
Harry pinned the man with a hard gaze. “You either want to know badly enough to accept my offer, or you walk away with nothing, headmaster. Those are my terms.”
Aberforth took a knee next to Albus, arm extended and waiting. Albus knew his brother would accept any offer to know the truth, but he was not so obliging. What would he give up for the knowledge that Harry could offer them? Could he even do it, when they could not?
Harry looked at Albus sternly, and lifted his chin. “I do not have all day Headmaster, either the truth is worth your life, or it is not.” Harry stated, and turned to walk out the door.
“Albus!... Don’t be stupid. You said you trusted him, why are you being stubborn about this?” Aberforth lectured.
Harry turned back, “Because he has never really had his own life at stake before, Mr. Dumbledore. Always others, but never his own.   Love, truth, honesty, dignity, integrity and courage, those things are worth laying down your life, Headmaster. The greater good, and superior ideals… are not.”
The Headmaster’s eyes widened, Aberforth smirked. “He knows more than you thought, doesn’t he, Albus.” Aberforth mused.
Albus knelt then, letting go his natural instinct of self-preservation and he let his mind seep of all the hindrances of this decision...He placed his arm in connection with his brother.
Harry stepped forward.
“Do you Aberforth Dumbledore, Brother of Albus Dumbledore, promise to not harm Albus Dumbledore magically or physically if the answer you seek falls not in his favor?” Harry spoke the first line of the vow and waited, wand tip touching the bound hands.
“I do.” Aberforth consented, and the first fiery thread bound them.
“Do you Albus Dumbledore, Brother of Aberforth Dumbledore, promise to not harm Aberforth Dumbledore magically or physically if the answer you seek falls not in his favor?” Harry spoke the second line of the vow and waited again.
“I do.” Albus stated, and the second fiery thread bound them.
“Do you Aberforth Dumbledore, and you Albus Dumbledore, promise not to seek out and harm Gellert Grindelwald magically or physically if the answer you seek falls not in his favor?” Harry spoke the next line, waiting, knowing they would take longer to answer.
“I do.” Albus was the first to answer, though hesitant, and looking straight at his brother when he said it.
“I do.” Aberforth agreed a few longer seconds later and the third thread bound them.
“Do you Aberforth Dumbledore, and you Albus Dumbledore, promise not to harm your own person magically, physically or by neglect, force or coercion of others if the answer you seek falls not in your favor?” Harry asked his last request of them and waited. Both wizards gave him a quizzical look, he just stared back firm as steel.
“I do.” They said simultaneously and the final threads bound them.   Harry stepped away and let the wizards stand.
“I will do ask you ask after breakfast. I need to consult my book and take care of one last thing. Please enjoy my home.” Harry stated before he walked out of the sitting room and strode towards the library. It was time to deal with the locket.
The ancient locket was laying on one of the tables, where Kreacher had lain it for him. He knew if he let it, the insidious whispers would infiltrate his mind, creep into his soul and try to break him. Harry summoned his box, and waited. It arrived, but with a sleepy blond arriving with it, peering in at him. Harry reached for the box… He grabbed a vial out of it, and the cloth he had stored in it.
Pouring the liquid over the cloth, Harry waved his wand, chanting charms to take the locket where it needed to go and imbuing the potion with the necessary charms to soak into the locket and keep Voldemort from knowing it was taken. Draco walked over and looked at the locket before Harry had the cloth finished.
“Is that…” Draco was staring at it, a look of awe creeping over his face.
“Slytherin’s locket? Yes.” Harry said, with little emotion as he placed the cloth over the locket and wandlessly charmed it to hold tight to the locket. The moment it was tight, it popped out of the library.
“Where did you send it?” Draco asked.
“The same place as all the others. The Chamber of Secrets.” Harry stated. He looked up into beautiful grey eyes. “Why are you up early?””
“Your side of the bed was cold when I rolled over.. I couldn’t sleep.” Draco confessed.
Harry took his hand and to lead them back to his room when his spine tingled, Lucius had been called… He moved quickly to sit on the nearest chair and waited.
“Lucius, Severus, we have much to discuss...Thanks to Lucius’ intelligence, we can go ahead with our plans on Azkaban. Severus, I need you to keep the Headmaster blissfully unaware so there are no interruptions.” Voldemort instructed, carefully forming each and every word.
“Yes, my Lord.” Severus stated, his voice toneless and bland.
“Lucius, you will accompany me and a few of our companions to help orchestrate the defection of the Dementors. We go for the prison on the 10th, I will call you to me, do not be late, lateness will be punished, do you understand?
“Yes, my Lord” Lucius’ tone was calm, cool and collected.
“I have a treat for you today.” Voldemort's glee was barely containable.
Harry poised himself to strike hard, something he was loathe to do.
“Help...me…” it was a woman’s voice...weak, filled with fear.
Harry immediately reached, he called on what powers he had within his mind to cloak himself even in the most gruesome mind he knew… And Harry plunged. It was worse than last time, the man had enjoyed torturing this woman before today… He had found her on her way home, walking with a sack of groceries. What called to him was the physical appearance, one that resembled someone he hated… the picture of Merope Gaunt floated into view and then away again.   He grasped her by her hair as she screamed for help, yet none came… He made sure that her screams were only for him.
Voldemort was in his house, McNair was there with him. The room was dark, the walls were large stones fitted together. They each took turns sending pain curses at the woman. Her screams filled him with a vile form of bliss. He would save her for Severus and Lucius to dispose of… a way to test their continued loyalty to blood… Hers was dirty, half-muggle…
“Lucius… You may torture her some more, look at the bitch, begging for help… I found her walking home to her half-blood brood, her filthy blood contaminates our world.”
Lucius looked cold as ice.
Harry struck hard, harder than he had ever struck in his life, he called upon every essence of strength he had, and took over…
“LOOK AT HIM!” Harry’s voice called out from Voldemort’s mouth… Their strength needed to flow to him in this moment… The two wizards were startled by the command. They looked wide eyed into the red eyes of Voldemort, that turned to pitch in that moment, their strength flowing from them, into Harry as they supported his needs… Harry used that strength, to form a fabricated memory, it had to be perfect, each detail perfect… and he formed the images of torture, of smiles and of death. Harry wanted to be sick, he remade the images he had found in other memories inside Voldemort’s to make these perfect. He needed more strength, to help the woman…He already commanded what was there… What other strength could he draw on… The image of his bond flashed through his mind… he latched on to their glowing thread and pulled, begging for the strength he desperately needed.
It flowed to him, heavenly, beautiful and all he would ever need...Harry used Voldemort. He cast healing charms, on the woman, and then cast a portkey charm on a nearby object… “TAKE IT WOMAN…” in her utter fear and confusion, she obeyed and was gone. Harry used her image, and transfigured the leg of a chair into her broken body, every detail was made perfect. He needed to leave Voldemort’s mind… He was becoming too weak, a few more moments and his cloak would be gone… He left a lingering satisfaction that his servants were very loyal and fell away, slipping undetected out on their private unclean connection.
Draco watched from the outside, worried over what he was seeing, Harry’s scar was leaking blood again. He knew Harry was using considerable power, the room was electric with it… and then his angel had yelled at someone.
“LOOK AT ME!”
Draco was startled, and then he saw so much strain, on his lover’s face. The man was draining of life and strength before him… He knelt down and started to wipe Harry’s face, those black eyes were empty and terrible to look at… And then he felt it… a tug.. Harry’s tug on their bond… he needed something…Draco stilled… closed his eyes and waited. Strength... Draco sent him more, Draco sent his love to cover him, his strength to aid him and his unbending will to hold him. Their hands were connected and Draco fell limp across Harry’s body drained of just about everything, even as the darker boy mumbled, and chanted. A while later, Harry too fell limp across the chair he sat in, his magic drained, his mind a haze, and his body devoid of any strength.
Severus and Lucius both rushed around Grimmauld place when they returned… Sirius was informed and they all ran down stairs after not finding either boy in their room. Sirius checked the Kitchen, Severus went towards the Library and Lucius to the sitting room… It was Severus who found them, and the others rushed in, Narcissa behind them even paler than normal, worry clinging to her like a second skin.
Severus checked, and there was a pulse, their breathing too shallow for it to really do any good. He cast a two coma spells to induce a hard sleep until he could get the proper people to attend them.
Albus came in and looked shocked, “I’ll firecall Poppy, she will be able to help.” and quickly left to go to the sitting room to use the floo. There would be time enough for questions once the boys were stable.
The boys were placed in their own bed, Poppy had instructed rejuvenation potions once every four hours, two replenishment potions once every three hours and one dreamless sleep to ensure they got the rest they needed for their bodies and magic to heal. They would not be awake until the next day.
The Malfoys, Dumbledores, Weasleys, Hermione, Poppy, Severus and Sirius gathered in the sitting room. Lucius and Severus stood to inform them the best they could.
“Both of us were summoned early this morning.” Lucius started, the children were wide eyed and Molly gasped. “I used the communication coin Harry gave me, I use it each time I am summoned so there is nothing he does not know. It allows Harry to hear what is going on.” Severus arched an eyebrow, this would explain how the boy knew to act when he did.
“During our meeting, after the Dark Lord announced he had a surprise for us, Harry took over.” Lucius stated, “I was surprised, as was Severus. We were enthralled to the Augur’s eyes while looking at Voldemort. We do not really know what happened until we were released. The woman was dead, and Voldemort was congratulating us on proving our loyalty and saving the world from another half-blood`.” Lucius looked down, unable to meet the eyes of the people around him, Severus had only nodded through it all.
Albus took it all in… “You don’t know who killed the woman?” He asked quietly.
“No.” They replied together.
“Pull out your wands.” Albus ordered, and they did so.
“Prior Incantato” Albus cast the spell on Lucius’ wand first, a wisp of toothbrush came out… “Tooth cleansing charm” Albus stated.
Severus was worried now, if Lucius did not do it, surely he must have. He held his breath when Albus whispered the words… only to have a wisp of a lubrication tube come out, causing Sirius to blush bright red, Severus did not flinch… “Dry skin, sir” Albus arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. “Neither of you then did the deed, we will have to wait until Harry awakes to find out what happened.
“I am awake now.” said a very strong voice, and most everyone in the room jumped to hear it. Then stared as if they had never seen him before.
Harry stood at the shore of the lake, and he looked around. She was here, he could feel her, the heartbeat was strong, stronger than him. He felt almost too weak to move. Harry started to slide to the ground and strong arms, caught at him...He looked up into her face, beautiful, full of summer with her eyes full magic, and terror.
“Come into the water, Augur…” She said as she lifted him. Her hair flowed around her, ebony strands flowing like oil. Her body draped in murky water that flowed yet stayed and clothed her body but did not spill onto Harry as she cradled him. She sank into the clear blue water, her dress seamlessly blended with the water, becoming clear as her shape became hidden in the depths. When Harry’s toes touched the water, he started to feel it, the healing power of the earth, of the water, and of the sky. She submerged him entirely, and he trusted completely. The water was ice crashing over his burning skin, it drove in his pores, invaded his veins, surrounded his organs, pressing on them. Everything felt cold, he could breath still, yet his lungs were freezing, and his eyes were open under the water. His bones and his body drank from the healing waters, his mind cleared and he was whole, filled, and strong. He felt like an ox in it’s prime. He rose from the waters, refreshed, strengthened and renewed.
“Call to me, Harry. When you have need, you are a son of my bones, I will take you to my bosom and you shall be refreshed.” She said as she touched his shoulders, and he felt himself grow. His head leveled with her shoulders, and his limbs felt stronger and larger. He looked down and his once lithe body now had definition that it did not. It looked a lot more similar to his Auror body...He smiled back at her. “Go, you have much to do...Heal the rift between Brothers. The book cannot show you the way.” She opened her palm and a tiny black seed lay in the middle. “Take this, your guide is inside, she will help you, but only for this one task, she will return to me when you are finished. Swallow it.”
Harry took the seed and swallowed it as instructed. “Go now my son, Give some of the waters of fate to your bonded, I will leave a bowl for you, Be well.” She said as she faded from his sight, and his surroundings faded with her.
Harry sat up out of the bed and looked around. He felt rejuvenated, new and whole. Draco looked pale, sick, and it broke his heart. He looked around him and there on the table was a crude earthen bowl, clear water sat within. Harry propped Draco up with him, the boy was still, and breathing. He laid Draco’s head against the crook of his shoulder and poured small amounts of the water into his mouth, and then stroked his throat with his other hand to encourage swallowing. He laid Draco down and kissed his forehead when he had gotten all the liquid into the blond. He must see to Lucius and Professor Snape.
When Harry entered the room, the stares were to be expected he supposed.
“Mr. Potter, How...Dreamless sleep…” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, not quite getting out what she wanted to say.
Harry held up a hand, trying to forgo all the questions he knew they were bound to have for him. He turned to face Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape.
“She lives.” Harry said, noting their surprise, “I am sorry for you blackout, but I needed your strength to ensure Voldemort did not know I used him, or that you two did not participate at all, I had to draw on your strength and Draco’s to fabricate a believable memory.”
Harry saw relief wash over them, but they still regarded him strangely. “What?” Harry asked impatiently.
“You look different Harry.” Hermione said bluntly, knowing everyone was thinking it.
“Different how?” Harry said, casting around the room looking for some reflective surface.
“Older..” She started.
“Taller..” Ron added.
“Sexy as hell…” drawled a voice from the entrance of the room… Harry turned, and his jaw dropped...Ok, Gaia’s water was something else. Draco looked...Wow...The blond hair was longer just past shoulder length with flowing wisps that caressed Draco’s face. His eyes were brighter, more silver than grey now, his face was fuller, but softer and more alluring. Draco’s lips were thicker by just a bit, and they called to Harry, bidding him to take their softness into his own mouth. Everything was more defined, still slender, but more tempting… Harry was captivated, riveted, and speechless.
Draco woke, no headache as he supposed he should have. Harry was no where to be found, yet he felt good, better than good actually...Draco felt like he could conquer the world and win. He got out of the bed and left to find a mirror, he needed to make sure he was presentable before he went searching for Harry. His image was different when he looked, there were subtle differences that had not been there before. His eyes, his lips, and even his hair looked different, not bad different, just different, older even. He accepted it, and moved on, to ensure his hair was neat, his clothes perfect… and he went in search of his angel…
What he saw in the sitting room was nothing short of sex on legs… Harry looked even more provocative than normal, he was taller and where did those muscles come from. His face was more rugged, and yet still his Harry. There was only one way to describe the changes… Sexy… oh yes.. and when he inserted his opinion and Harry looked at him, there was such awe and fire in the emerald eyes, that Draco moaned softly.
“Harry! Stop staring… you're making Ron nauseous.” Hermione choked out, trying not to laugh.
Harry and Draco shared a blush, and Harry turned around to look at the rest of the gathering.
“Have we missed breakfast?” Harry asked, trying to turn attention to other things.
“No, It’s only just now 9.” Mrs. Malfoy said, she couldn’t take her eyes off her son.
“Good, Draco and I will take it in our room, and I’ll find you Headmaster when we are done.” Harry said, glancing at Draco who just smiled at him. Harry walked them slowly down the hall, and up the stairs, never once letting go of Draco’s fingers.
Once in their room, Harry sat on the bed and pulled Draco to sit next to him. He was still so mesmerized by Draco, that if he didn’t control himself, he would be drooling. His hands found their way into the longer silk strands of Draco’s hair, it was softer, and more luxurious. The back of his hand caressed softer cheeks, and those silver eyes sparkled like never before. Harry wanted to know if Draco’s taste was still the same, and he bent his head to capture succulent lips. Draco was sweeter, like a rich aged wine, flowing over Harry’s sensitive tongue, Harry tipped Draco’s head up just a bit more, he needed to drink from his fountain of pure bliss. He loved the dazed look in his Draco’s eyes when he was thoroughly kissed.
Draco let Harry lead him, watching from behind was no eyesore. Harry’s graceful movements accentuated the curve of a most perfect arse...He was pulled out of his lovely thoughts when Harry pulled him onto the bed and the pure adoration he saw in those eyes melted his heart, he closed his eyes and savored the touch. Harry’s lips were warm on his own, and he wanted to surrender, the perfection of the kiss had him dizzy. When Harry tipped his mouth, heady spice flowed into his senses assailing him. He had a hard time focusing until Harry stopped.
“What happened?” Draco asked lazily.
“Well I think my last try at helping someone drained us all of our strength. Voldemort was going to use Professor Snape and your father to kill a woman, he had already tortured the poor lady. I couldn’t let that happen. So I took over, had to stay undetected, control Voldemort and fabricate a false memory perfectly that he would not detect it. While we were out… Gaia gave us a gift to help us heal, and get stronger. She bathed me in the waters of fate, and left me some for you to drink. I hope you don’t mind.” Harry smiled sheepishly.
“Mind that she turned you into an even more sexier version of you? Hell no… Later we have to visit my getting to taste your delicious arse I was staring at the whole way up here.” Draco said, feeling 10 feet tall right now. He hoped it would last, Harry gave him a look of pure, unadulterated, lust...and he would deliver…
Kreacher interrupted them to place heated trays of pancakes, sausages, toast and jam on a small table. Harry thanked Kreacher, and Draco and Harry sat down and began to eat.
Sirius cornered Severus after breakfast. “You have been avoiding me for the last two days...why? Did I do something?”
Severus looked at Sirius, his heart gave a leap, the concern was genuine. Of course it was genuine, the mutt was in love with him, the solitary ice prince. Severus only shook his head and looked away from his dark temptation. He was harsh, possessive, not gentle and pure. He felt a weight on his arm, and then a familiar tug at his naval made him want to vomit from the surprise of it all.   When they landed in the mutt’s bedroom of all places, he glared at the sheepish looking man. His glare turned to one of surprises when Sirius knelt at his feet. His mutt’s eyes looked at him with so much love. There was a trust, and when he tilted his head, hair falling away from his neck. Severus saw his marks, he wanted to cringe, but he saw the burning passion in his lover’s eyes, and the total submission in the pose… Severus groaned, his erection hardening at the sight. He reached on hand to undo his trousers and the other to bunch in Sirius’ wavy locks, guiding the adoring face to his need.
Sirius had been trying to figure out why his dark prince was sidestepping his every move, avoid contact with him. Part of him worried that there was something he was missing. His confirmation was in the way Severus’ eyes blazed at him and then looked away. Sirius understood then, Severus was unsure of his methods. Sirius would remove all doubts of his full acceptance of Severus’ dark nature. He reached and placed his hand on Severus’ arm and apparated them to his room… If his total submission did not bring his prince back he was not sure what would...He sank to his knees, his body already starting to sing with need and anticipation. He wanted Severus to see that he treasured his marks, by not healing them. His veins caught fire at the moan that was released from those sinful lips. When his senses were caught with the musk of Severus, a moan slipped through his throat, and then he was guided to his prize. He opened his mouth to taste the darkness, the blissful abyss of Severus Snape. Heavy steel pushed forward, and he relaxed his throat as much as he could to take all of the demons chasing his prince.
Severus felt the possessive fire bleed into him as he felt the warm heat envelop him. He gripped Sirius’ hair hard as he stroked into that endless cavern. The slight gag below him had him looking into the perfect pools of his lover’s eyes, his heart raced. His cock hardened more at the sound of his pure control, and he eased out and slammed back in, watching the delicious tears form in those eyes that stared at him. He slowed to shallow strokes before slamming back in once again, feeling a moan vibrate over him and the shiver pass over his lover’s body. Severus pulled out and pulled Sirius to his feet and against his hardened body. He possessed that mouth once again, not letting Sirius have a single breath that he did not give the mutt. When he pulled away, his smile was so dark, he watched his mutt practically drool for him. He lowered towards his lover’s ears and whispered his commands into those waiting ears, and relished the shiver of his lover at his voice.
“Disrobe and get on your knees in the bed.” Severus’ low baritone seduced…
Sirius took everything Severus gave him, with pleasure. Wrapping the giving of pleasure up with his own. The more pleasure Severus received from him, the more his own erection wept with it.   Sirius moaned when Severus used his mouth and slammed in, there was nothing like the taste of his dark prince, sinful, addictive and forever bliss… He choked but Severus was kind to give him time to breathe, and when he slammed back in hard, Sirius was delirious with pleasure. He was brought to his feet, and his mouth was possessed with such power he could have exploded, but he needed so much more. Severus’ voice was beautiful, wicked and velvet. Sirius moved with a languid grace over to the bed, he turned to face Severus as he let his fingers move over the buttons of his shirt, letting it peel away slowly from his body. The dark irises of Severus narrowed, feasting on every inch of flesh he revealed. Sirius felt so alive, so filled with fire, and when he kneeled on the bed he was deliciously exposed. His cock dripped on the bed as he waited, tossing his hair out of the way so he could watch Severus’ approach. The man moved like a sly snake honing in on prey. His clothes vanishing with the wave of his hand, and Sirius had to remember to breathe. Severus was pale, hard lines, slender, but sensual in his darkness and sharpness.
Severus was transfixed on the sight before him. Sirius was simply debauched and entrancing. Each slip of the fingertip over a button caused his pulse to beat harder. When he was finally staring at the most delicious of orbs in front of him he was caught, the scent of his mutt calling to him. He moved with as much grace as he could master, reaching to caress one soft cheek and then the other. He reared back and his hand came down hard in a smack, leaving a blossoming red mark on his mutt’s perfect arse. The sounds uttered by Sirius drove him to leave a few more marks, before positioning himself at the winking entrance before him. He called forth one spell, to coat him, and plunged into sweet surrender.
Sirius cried out with the pain that erupted from his lover’s hands. He embraced the pain, his cock leaked more, and ached to a painful throb. He cried out again and again from the pleasurable pain that Severus delivered… His whole body tightened in anticipation when he saw Severus ready himself, and the pain that followed was beautiful in the breaking. He embraced the pain and the pleasure allowing it to course through him, and with each harsh stroke that followed he cried out his need. Each stroke was punctuated with another slap and burning pain, and he delighted in the feeling. Severus leaned over, and bit hard on his open neck, and he fell into the abyss of dark fulfilment, taking Severus with him.
Severus rode out his pleasure inside the sweet haven of Sirius. He was taken higher with every cry beneath him as he pounded in and out and slapped with each stroke, loving the darkening of of color on his lover’s arse. Severus was taunted, each time his mutt’s head was thrown back, he saw his marks… and he wanted to taste them, and leave more… Severus couldn’t resist taking a bite, as he pushed back inside his lover’s heat. Sirius cried out and exploded, untouched, taking him over the cliff into pure bliss. His heart was finally caught, the surrender of this imperfect man was the perfect fire for his once frozen heart.
Harry left Draco in the company of his parents, to search for Albus and Aberforth, he would do what he could to help them.
He found them in the garden, shivers ran up his spine at what had occurred here not too long ago..
Both wizards looked up when he walked out, and he came to stand in front of them, “Are you both ready?” They nodded.
Harry gestured for them to sit upon the grass. A soft light that fell upon them, filtered through some of the soft clouds that were overhead. The grass was plush, green and beautiful. He guided them to sit back to back, and when they were positioned in a way the ‘felt’ right, he stood off just a few meters. He closed his eyes, letting his mind go, he let his soul search for her, the one that would be his guide.
He found the seed, broken apart, open and empty, the girl from a long ago painting stood before him. The sweetness of her face remained as he remembered it, her eyes were no longer vacant, and her blond hair spilled over her shoulders unbound.
She smiled sweetly at him, walked over and touched his shoulders. “We must create the Augur Circle, you will need the power of knowledge, wisdom and love to show you what they cannot see. Let me guide your path.” Harry let her take his arms, and she flowed into him.
Harry’s eye opened, not to the Augur black, but to an ice blue, Ariana’s eyes. He walked around the two men, drawing the circle, carefully placing the three runes. The love rune to the north, the wisdom to the west, knowledge to the east. Harry shed his shoes, and placed them outside the circle.
“Knowledge is born first, and sets into Wisdom, guided in it’s path by Love.” The voice that flowed from Harry was beautiful and young, sweet and innocent. His fingers ignited with a soft yellow glow that lit the circle.
He stood beside each brother, both watched him with awe and surprise etched into their deep features. Harry kneeled, and etched each of the three runes in the center between them. They glowed brightly surrounding the trio in a dome of soft light. Harry closed his eyes and reached with his hands. All his fingers touched and he place the pinnacle of each hand to the temple of each man.
A man as handsome as sin entered the house, calling out for Albus. A very young, darker haired wizard arrived, looking at the other with deep affection. Their conversation was animated, the younger Albus stretched out his hand gesturing to the house. The younger Gellert smiled brilliantly at Albus, and the darker man melted. Harry watched the will seem to melt away from the dark haired wizard. Gellert’s eye narrowed as another younger wizard entered the foyer. This younger wizard was angry, they took their argument to another room, where the young Aberforth pointed out Ariana to Albus. Gellert pleaded with Albus, who looked at his family and then towards Gellert. Gellert made to curse Aberforth, and Albus blocked him. The three erupted into a three way duel, spells zig-zagging across the room… The memory slowed, and zoomed.
Ariana was crouched behind a table, crying and shaking. Her eyes were so full of sorrow watching the chaos around her. Her emotions bled into the memory. Fear was suffocating her, not selfish fear, fear from her heart, a heart so full of love for her brothers. Sorrow, aching sorrow that she could not be what they needed her to be...her wet trembling fingers reached for purchase after wiping her tears. She knew only one solution. She let go, all of it, her will, her love, her magic, her fear, her sorrow, everything. Her unstable magic did not release from her, to protect her brothers, instead, it called all the curses to her instead. She smiled weakly, before she was hit with all the magic in the room, including her own. She crumpled to the floor, serene as a perfect doll.
Her ghost lingered, touching Albus with such care and tenderness...She was free, he was free. Her ghost touched Aberforth, adoration in her features...she was sorry he had to see her this way. She spared Gellert a glance and shook her head. And then she was running, her eyes lit up, her smile wide and glorious, as she landed in the arms of her mother.
Harry’s hands came away, the two wizards looked at him. His eyes opened, glistening with tears, Ariana’s eyes still present, her voice flowed like a balmy breeze on a tropical beach.
“Seek comfort, not in ghosts who have found peace, but in the living who walk as ghosts. Be blameless in the eyes of the other, for in truth, the sacrifice was mine to make, not yours to take. Peace brothers.”
Harry’s eyes closed once again.
She left him then, in the darkness of his mind, exuding out of him. Her smile serene, her countenance pure. She faded.
Harry’s eyes were his own when he opened them.
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