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Rise of the Dark Angel	By : isabel88 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 61368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Title: Rise of the Dark Angel

Author: Izzyb09

Beta Reader/Co-Author: Tonks-is-cool.

Chapter: 18: Visits and Lessons

Settings: AU after OOTP: It's canon up to the beginning of the battle at the DOM when they are in the veil room, after that, it's AU and mine and Tonks.

Pairings: HP/DM; LV/SS; LM/RL; NL (CL)/LL; RL/BL

Warnings: This story will contain mentions of Violence, Child Abuse, Adult Language, Alcohol Use, Slash/Het Sexual situations and Death. Please discontinue reading if such scenes or themes are offensive to you.

A/N: here is the new chapter. Hope you guys like it. So, so very sorry for the extremely long wait.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…if I did, Ginny would have died in the CoS, Dumbledore would have choked on his lemon drops and Harry would have stood up for himself against Molly and Dumbledore.

Disclaimer 2: this story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

“Talking”

'Thinking'

|Hedwig’s mental speak|

<Sesshomaru/Fawkes’ mental speak>

Harry’s mental speak

Letter or commentary/introduction and flashback

{Parssseltongue}

~…~ indicates scene change

O.P.D.: Saturday 24th December, '11

Last time on RDA;

“Good,” Voldemort said. “You are dismissed.”

“Goodnight sir,” Harry replied and he sighed when the mirror glowed before going blank. Yawning, he quickly got up and opened his trunk, placing the mirror inside. He was about to close it when he remembered the map and cloak was still in his jeans’ pocket. Grabbing and unshrinking them, he placed them in the trunk and then closed and locked it with a Parseltongue spell.

Yawning, he stumbled back to his bed, closing the curtains and cancelling the Silencing charm. Pulling Sesshomaru close to his body, he finally succumbed to the sleep that had been pulling at his body.

The next day, things continued much in the same order as the day before; Harry and Cory continued to showcase their intelligence in every class, each time rubbing Hermione the wrong way, especially when the teachers would praise them more than they ever did for her.

The young witch still couldn’t wrap her mind around the changes in her former best friend or housemate. It was only the morning second day of classes and already she was usurped from her position as brightest witch and the one with the answers as in every class, either Draco, Harry or Cory managed to not only give the answer before her, but managed to get every single one right.

As for Harry and the others, they relished in the looks from the witch’s face every time she was passed over for a question. It filled them with glee to watch her face change colours each time it happened. It was now lunch and Harry and company had just finished with their morning classes and were heading to the Great Hall.

“You were right Draco,” Gabriella smiled as she walked next to the blond. “It really was fun putting Granger in her place. The girl really needs to be taken down.” Yesterday she hadn’t done anything; it was her first day of classes and she had acted like the Slytherin she now was. She hadn’t drawn any attention to herself or her knowledge of the subjects, instead, she had sat back, waited, observed and then, she had planned.

This morning during her classes, those especially she shared with Granger, she had put her plan in motion. She had taken immense pleasure in upstaging the girl.

“Second day of classes,” Blaise said as he walked next to Pansy and Draco, making sure the girl was between the two. “And already things are moving along so beautifully.”

“So poetic,” Cory teased as they walked to the Gryffindor table.

“Didn’t you know?” Harry grinned as he took a seat, “Slytherins are known for their poetry.”

“Blasphemy,” Gabriella said as she sat down next to Pansy. “I may be new to Slytherin, but I know for a fact that that’s not true.”

“She’s right,” Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry as he sat next to him. “Don’t ever let someone hear you say that again.”

“We Slytherins will never be caught dead doing such a thing,” Pansy added.

“Sorry, sorry,” Harry held up his hands in surrender with a laugh. “I take it back. Slytherins and poetry are to never be connected ever again.”

“Thank you,” Blaise, Pansy, Gabriella and Draco said as one.

Harry and Cory laughed.

“Hey guys.” They looked up and saw Lavender, Romilda and Parvati smiling as they took seats around them followed by Dean and Seamus.

“Hey,” Cory greeted.

“Where’s Luna?” Dean asked as he looked around for the blonde. “She’s usually with you guys.”

“She said she had to do something,” Harry answered as he started putting food on his plate. “She’ll be here soon though.”

“Cool,” Seamus said as he too started filling his plate with food.

“So Gabriella, how do you like Hogwarts so far?” Romilda asked as grabbed a piece of chicken and placed it on her plate.

“I love it,” Gabriella grinned at the girl. “It’s almost like a culture shock for me. England is different from America, but I’m enjoying myself so far.”

“We could tell,” Parvati laughed, “with the way you beat out Hermione at answering the teachers’ questions, you and those over there, and the smile you had on your face.”

“It’s nice to see little miss perfect being put in her place,” Lavender said. She glanced up at where Hermione was sitting and frowned when she noticed something. “Harry,” she called, drawing the teen’s attention. “Ron has a really smug smile and he’s looking at you.”

The group turned to where Ron was sitting with Hermione and Ginny. Like Lavender said, Ron was smiling smugly in their direction, specifically at Harry.

“I wonder what his problem is,” Parvati frowned at the redhead.

“Who cares?” Harry shrugged, “Weasley’s always going to have some kind of problem relating to me.”

The others nodded in agreement before they dismissed Ron and started eating. As they ate, they talked to each other about their classes and their summers (apparently yesterday wasn’t enough time to do so). Lunch was going well and everyone was in a good mood. That was about to change. The flapping of wings drew their attention and they looked up to see owls flying down and their legs and beaks were newspapers, the Daily Prophet.

An owl landed in front of the group and Harry reached out to take the paper. He opened it and started reading. As he did so, his hands tightened around it and as his anger grew, the others could not only feel his magic in the air, but they could hear it crackle as it poured off of him in waves.

“Harry?” Draco rested a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, wondering why he was so pissed off. “What is it? What does the Prophet say?”

Cory, who was sitting on the other side of Harry, reached out and carefully pulled the paper from Harry’s hands. He read and let out a gasp when he saw the headline. Around them, other students read the paper as well and the whispers started as the students stared at the group of friends.

“What’s it say?” Romilda asked her curiosity beyond peaked.

Cory said nothing as he laid the paper out for them all to read;

HARRY POTTER MINGLING WITH DEATH EATERS, IS OUR SAVIOUR TURNING DARK?

We at the Daily Prophet received shocking news from the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. According to a source, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived is in the company of children of Death Eaters. His company includes Draco Malfoy and shocker here, Cory LeStrange, son of Bellatrix and Rodolphus LeStrange. I couldn’t believe it, but I was given information by someone close to Mr. Potter;

“He’s been buddy-buddy with this Cory LeStrange and dating Draco Malfoy. It’s disgusting. Their parents are Death Eaters, everyone knows that. And the things he’s said and done; we should be scared about their influence on Harry. We know he’s been upset after his godfather died, maybe they cast a spell on him, I don’t know. But it’s worrying for him to be with them. I think it’s a real possibility of Harry turning dark if this isn’t stopped. And if that’s not bad enough, he’s being friendly with not only Snape, but with Mr. Malfoy as well.”

When questioned as to how that would happen, I learned that the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is none other than Lord Lucius Malfoy! My source had this to say;

“I think it’s horrible. Everyone knows the MaIfoy family is dark. I could just imagine what he’ll teach us. He attacked us in class his first day here. Who knows what else is gonna happen? And it’s not the first time either; Mr. Malfoy was there at the Ministry attacks in May. I don’t know what Dumbledore’s playing at having him here, but us students aren’t safe.”

Is that really true? The information about Mr. Potter does not come as a surprise as he has always been a disturbed boy. It would not be a very big leap for him to become dark, but the question is, has he joined forces with You-Know-Who? And if so, then our chances of winning this war are over and Harry Potter is to blame as he has turned traitor.

Can our Saviour be saved? Can we trust him to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named if he’s friends with the children of suspected or proven Death Eaters? Did Sirius Black’s death push Mr. Potter over the edge and now he’s abandoned us? I will be keeping an eye out for more news concerning Mr. Potter, as our readers deserve to know what’s going on.

Rita Skeeter.

For more information on Sirius Black, go to page four.

“Oh my God!” Lavender and Parvati breathed as one. They looked up at Harry and then over at Ron who was still smiling smugly. Their gaze drifted up to the Head table where the teachers were sitting and both shivered when they saw the cold fury in Professor Malfoy’s eyes. Shifting their gaze back to Harry, they froze at the menacing aura pouring off of him.

They weren’t the only ones; other students around the hall froze as well as they watched the group of friends.

“Who did this?!” Dean asked, shocked at what some student had done.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Draco spoke up, his voice calm yet deadly. “It’s Weasley. He’s the only one that would’ve done this.”

The others could hear the fury in his voice and were struck with just how similar Draco was to his father. It was Harry though that had them terrified; their green-eyed friend hadn’t said anything yet.

“Harry?” Pansy called out.

Harry clenched his hands into fists and his head lifted to stare at Ron.

~...~

“Ron,” Hermione glanced up at her boyfriend, “why are you staring at Harry?”

“And what’s with the smile?” Ginny asked as she bit into an apple.

“Nothing,” Ron said smugly, “just a little something to bring Potter down, something everyone deserved to know.”

Hermione was going to say something but the owls arriving stopped her. A paper landed on the table, but she ignored it to look at Ron. Soon, whispers started up and she looked around to see that the students were staring at them and at Harry.

She felt and heard Harry’s magic and looked over at him. She saw the paper in his hand and turned her eyes to the one on the table in front of her. With slight shaking hands, she grabbed it and opened it up, reading what was on the page. Her eyes widened with shock and horror as she read each word.

“Ron,” Hermione lifted her eyes from the paper to look at him. “What did you do?”

Ron looked at her and grinned. “I think people should know what’s going on.” He turned to look back at Harry and froze when the green eyes locked on to him.

~...~

Harry slowly stood up from his seat and the conversations around the hall died down to a complete stop as the hall went silent.

Harry stepped away from the bench and cracked his neck. He took a step in Ron’s direction when a hand on his arm stopped him.

“Wait,” Luna said as she turned him to look at her.

“Why?” Harry spoke through gritted teeth.

Luna smiled in her mysterious way and looked out above him. A hoot sounded out, louder than the flapping of the wings and he turned to look and saw Hedwig, in her owl form, flying towards them.

She landed on Harry’s shoulder, rubbing her head against his and stuck out her leg, showing him the paper that was tied there. When he took it, she flew off his shoulder to land on Draco’s, shocking Ron, Hermione, Ginny and most everyone else in the hall.

Harry opened the note, read it and then turned to look at Luna. He raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you really have to ask?” Luna giggled. She stepped closer, looped her arm through his and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “He’ll meet you when you’re ready.”

Harry smiled and kissed the top of her head before he looked over at Ron. He couldn’t let the redhead get away with it. Untangling himself from Luna, he started once again towards him. Cory, Draco, Pansy, Gabriella and Blaise stood up and they and Luna followed after Harry.

“Weasley,” Harry said as he came to a stop next to the boy. “I suppose you think that the stunt you pulled was funny.” Harry leaned down, bringing his head closer to Ron so that only those in close proximity would hear his next words. “In the three days we’ve been here, you’ve been constantly pushing my buttons Weasley. If you think that I will not retaliate, you are sorely mistaken.”

He pulled a tiny fraction of his magic forward, allowing it to fill his eyes making them glow an eerie green, the same shade as the Killing Curse. Ron swallowed loudly and whimpered in fear.

This time, Harry raised his voice so that the entire hall could hear him. “Remember this Weasley; not only am I the son of the smartest witch Hogwarts has ever seen, but I’m also the son and the godson of the Marauders.” Gasps echoed throughout the hall and Harry grinned at Ron. “You’d do well to remember that.”

With that, he pulled his magic back and stepped back from Ron. The others came to flank him with Draco on his left, along with Blaise and Pansy and Luna on his right with Cory.

Draco stepped away from the group and leaned down so that only Ron could hear him. “You’re time is coming Weasley. I warned you to stay away from us, to never spout idiotic ramblings about us again and you did not heed the warning. That shall be your downfall. You will pay for the smear you have done to me and my father’s name.”

Ron’s frightened eyes moved past Draco to rest on Harry’s green eyes. An image appeared in his mind and so terrifying was it, his body gave an involuntary reaction.

Draco wrinkled his nose and stepped back to stand next to Harry before the seven turned the gaze to the floor below Ron’s feet.

“It seems Weasley,” Blaise held a smirk on his face, “you’ve had a little accident.”

“We should go,” Luna spoke up, a dreamy smile on her face. “The Nargles are quite the devious creatures and inhabit the grass on the pitch.”

“Huh?” Gabriella looked at the blonde in confusion.

“Why?” Pansy asked, throwing an arm around Luna’s waist, already use to Luna and the creatures that only she could see and talk to.

“Didn’t you know?” Luna grinned, “The vibrant green colour tricks them into seeing what isn’t there so they of course try to trick them back.”

The seven turned to leave the hall, leaving students and teachers staring after them. Ron turned back to his meal, appetite lost, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr. Weasley,” Lucius’ cold voice echoed through him, “you have displayed disrespect from the first moment in my class.” He glanced to the puddle beneath him and held back the sneer, though the disgust could be heard clearly. “This place is not a bathroom. Fifteen points from Gryffindor for your atrocious public display along with a detention with me tomorrow evening at seven. It would be wise for you to not be late. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” Ron gritted out.

“Now, I suggest you leave the hall and change your attire,” Lucius continued, “it is unbecoming for a student to sit there in filth.”

Ron really didn’t want to get up as he knew that if he did, everyone would see the wet spot on his pants. It was just his luck that he had left his robe in the common room so he couldn’t cover up.

Steeling himself, he slowly got up and moved from the bench. Gasps sounded around the room and then it started; first whispers, then giggles and snickers and finally outright laughing. Embarrassed and humiliated, he all but ran from the hall.

~...~

The rest of the day passed without incident with Ron—seemingly for now, finally getting the message through his thick skull—avoiding Harry and Draco. The students got through the rest of their classes and were enjoying dinner. Of course, most of the topics centred on Ron’s display at lunch, the Daily Prophet and McGonagall’s Transfiguration class. It was now evening and time for Draco, Harry, Cory and Luna’s detention with Snape.

Harry looked up at the head table and saw that Snape wasn’t there. He looked at Cory and stood up from the table.

“Oi guys,” Seamus spoke up, “where’re you going?”

“Detention with Snape,” Cory answered. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and saw Luna stand up and make her way towards them.

“Ouch,” Seamus winced before he grinned, “better you than us mate. Good luck.”

“Shut up Seamus,” Harry muttered good-naturedly, causing the Irish teen to laugh. “See you guys later.”

“We’ll pray for you,” Dean said with a grin and ducked when Harry grabbed a roll and threw it at him before walking away.

They met up with Luna and Draco and the four left the Great Hall and turned to go to the dungeons. They were stopped before they could go too far by Snape walking up to them.

“There is a classroom that is in need of cleaning,” Snape said as he gestured for them to follow him. “You four will do so without the use of magic.”

“Yes professor,” the four echoed as one.

Nothing else was spoken until they were safe distance away. Snape surreptitiously cast a Silencing and Confundus Charm around to prevent the portraits and armours from knowing what was going on.

“Harry,” Snape turned his head slightly to look at said teen, “The way to the Chamber?”

“Second floor girls’ bathroom,” Harry replied, instantly knowing what his professor was asking, “Myrtle’s bathroom.”

Snape nodded and led the way to the bathroom. He found himself filled with excitement at finally getting to see the famed Chamber of Secrets, especially the body of the Basilisk that was inside. According to his Lord, the Chamber would have kept the body intact, almost as if a preservation charm was cast on it.

They got to the second floor and headed to the out-of-order bathroom. When they entered, Snape closed and warded it and then turned to look around. He was curious as to where said entrance was.

“Are you sure the entrance is here?” Cory asked as he looked around.

“Yes,” Harry nodded.

“What a weird place for an entrance,” Cory muttered and Draco nodded in agreement.

“I know,” Harry grinned. He walked over to the sinks and crouched down in front of them.

Snape of course had questions, but he pushed them aside as Harry began to speak in hisses. {Open}

The sound of the sibilant language slid along his spine like teasing fingers, and Draco felt a twitch of appreciation in his nether regions. He had to bite his lip to stop the moan from escaping. There was something erotic about Harry speaking the language of the snakes. A look at Severus' face confirmed that his godfather was affected likewise, but only because Draco knew him so well and noticed the slight flare of his nostrils and the increased glow of his onyx eyes.

He looked from his godfather and saw Luna smiling at him mischievously while her eyes twinkled knowingly. He scowled at her and turned back to look at Harry.

Anything he might have said was forgotten as the sinks slowly slid out of the way to reveal a hidden passageway and the Potions master felt his jaw drop, and hastily clamped his mouth shut. Draco gaped besides him for a moment before his Malfoy training kicked in; Malfoys did not gape like some plebeians. It was unbelievable that Harry had figured out, at age twelve, what no one except Tom Riddle had been able to do in the thousand years before him: the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

“Watch out, we have to slide down the pipes, a giant slide,” Harry stood over the entrance, casting a couple of cleaning charms and then motioned the others to go first. He wanted to go last so that he could close the faucet behind him; it wouldn’t do for someone to accidently come in here and see the gaping hole in the floor.

Luna grinned and stepped forward followed by Cory and Draco. Even with that warning, they were not prepared for the sudden drop or the length of time they slid in complete darkness down the slimy, cold stone. The pipe finally levelled out, but they were still sliding at a fast pace, and Severus hastily cast a wandless cushioning charm as they flew out of the pipe on to a dirty floor.

Luna’s squeal echoed in the pipes, letting them know the blonde was more than enjoying the ride. The moment she hit the cold stone floor, she rolled out of the way. Cory followed and hit the floor hard, but before he could move, Draco crashed into him, which knocked the breath out of him and before they could move, Severus and Harry crashed into them a second later, cursing in various languages. They all landed in a pile one man on top of the other.

Luna started giggling and the four looked up at her. It took a few awkward moments until they all had regained their footing, lit their wands with Lumos and straightened out their clothes.

“Ewww!” Draco’s nose wrinkled in disgust when he realized what they had landed on; there were bones and other debris, ones he didn’t want to study further. Cory rolled his eyes in amusement, while Luna grinned and Severus and Harry shared a smile and a fond look; typical Draco.

“Come on, this way,” Harry said, leading the way. Draco immediately followed him, Cory and Luna after him and Severus bringing up the rear.

They were all astonished when they frequently found pieces of Basilisk skin on the floor amongst animal skeletons. At first, Severus bent down, picking up pieces to collect them, but Harry stopped him with a chuckle.

“Leave those Sir. There’s a lot more down here. We’ll just take some skin along on our way back.”

Snape muttered under his breath as he calculated the amount of skin and its worth. There must be cleaning and preservation spells active down here, not only because of the condition of the snake skin, but also because of all the animal bones—the place should stank something horrible, but the air was only cool and a bit stale. With a sigh, he conceded to Harry’s words.

Walking down the tunnel, the soles of their boots crunching the small animal skeletons that covered the ground, it did not take long until they reached a spot where the tunnel ceiling had caved in. Severus, Draco and Cory scanned the walls and the ceiling nervously, was the tunnel so instable? Would it break down and trap them here in the cold darkness?

“Don´t worry, it only caved in because a miscast spell hit it,” Harry explained, remembering how Lockhart had tried to obliviate him.

Draco walked over to his boyfriend and gently tugged at his sleeve drawing Harry back out of his memories from second year. As Harry turned to lead them over the pile of rubble caused by Lockhart's wayward spell three and a half years before, Draco’s hand drifted down to lace their fingers together.

Snape moved his lit wand around him, taking it all in. It was very fascinating! To think, this place has been here, undiscovered yet for only one person before now. The door of the Chamber of Secrets finally came into view, and Harry stepped forward to open it, disentangling his and Draco’s fingers.

Draco and Snape raised their wands to cast more light upon the stone door and studied the intricate design with admiration in their eyes.

With a glance at the ornately carved snakes, and hearing Luna’s giggles, Harry turned towards Draco and Snape as he hissed his request. {Open}

The older man and Draco seemed to shiver as the sibilant hisses washed over them, and this time, Harry caught their reaction.

‘Oh this is fun...’ he smirked to himself. He continued to speak in Parseltongue, thanking the door for opening and promising to close it gently, his eyes darting from Draco to Snape. A look of pleasure passed over the angular features, and Harry couldn’t help himself—he dropped his eyes to the man's groin. If there was a bulge in the trousers it was hidden by his voluminous black robe, but the heavier breathing and slightly flushed face was evident. Snape had better self-control than Draco, who leaned panting against the stone wall, hands clenched into fists and his face flushed in arousal, staring hungrily at Harry, who just grinned.

Cory cleared his throat, his eyes glowing with amusement. “Harry, stop teasing.”

“Spoilsport,” Harry grinned. His speaking Parseltongue turned on both men; he would delight in telling Nagini at the next opportunity. Not for the first time he wondered about Voldemort and Severus, what their lovemaking was like...were they passionate and rough with each other, as one would expect from two dominant, harsh, forceful men like them?

Shaking off the fascinating but rather inappropriate thoughts, Harry peered through the round doorway into impenetrable inky darkness. When he had been down here in his second year, the Chamber was already illuminated by a greenish glow. Voldemort had told him that his younger self must have called the light when he went down with the Weasley chit previous to Harry’s arrival.

He hissed {Luminarum} to conjure several green lamps that resembled floating orbs that lighted up the ceiling of the Chamber high above.

Smirking mischievously at the Slytherin prince and his professor, Harry led the way into the Chamber and came to a stop in front of the surprisingly intact carcass of the Basilisk.

“Beautiful,” Luna smiled as she reached out hand to touch the serpent’s body.

Snape took a slightly shaky step forward as his gaze travelled the entire body. He slowly walked the length, coming to a stop near the head. His eyes caught the damaged eyes of the Basilisk and he was suddenly reminded of what Voldemort told him. He turned astonished and pride filled eyes towards Harry.

“You,” Snape started, “a mere boy of twelve, not only defended himself against, but killed a sixty foot, thousand year old serpent and not just any serpent, but the King of all Magical Serpents, the Basilisk. It is remarkable.”

“Bloody hell Harry,” Cory grimaced as he looked at the snake. “I can’t believe you fought this and won.”

“Actually,” Harry looked down at the snake. “If it wasn’t for Fawkes showing up, I’d probably be dead. He scratched out the eyes and blinded the Basilisk. After that, even though it was harrowing, I was able to destroy it using the sword of Gryffindor; stabbed it straight through the mouth.” He looked at it with remorse. “It’s a pity I had to kill it. It would’ve been nice to speak with it to know what things were like back then and to find out more about Salazar himself.”

“I for one am glad it’s gone,” Draco spoke up. “As gorgeous and awe inspiring as it is, it was still a dangerous creature, one of—if not—the most dangerous ones.”

Snape hadn’t said anything more. The Potions Master in him took over as his mind started calculating the quantity of ingredients he could collect and what they would be worth.

“Professor,” Harry turned to his teacher, snapping him out of his daze. “I know you want to get started on harvesting the Basilisk, but we should search for Salazar’s personal chambers. No doubt there’s a library of some sorts there.”

Reluctantly Snape nodded in agreement. The four circled around the entire body once before coming to stand beside Harry who was standing at the head. They then walked over and came to a stop at the foot of the giant statue of Salazar Slytherin.

“Sweet Salazar, this is incredible Harry,” exclaimed Draco as he gazed at statue of his House’s founder. Cory and Luna nodded in agreement.

Snape refrained from such an exclamation; however the onyx eyes glimmered with something like admiration, as he took in the site of Salazar Slytherin's monument.

Lifting his wand, Harry again spoke in Parseltongue, demanding the mouth open. {Speak to me Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four}

Shuddering and holding their breath, Draco and Severus watched in awe as the giant mouth opened above them. Harry shivered in remembrance of the giant king of serpents slithering down the front of the statue ready to attack him on Tom Riddle´s command.

Harry turned to his companions and gestured up to the head. "We have to levitate each other up to the head, or we can fly."

Severus quirked a questioning eyebrow. "Fly? Another hidden talent of yours, Potter? Did the Dark Lord teach you secretly how to turn into a Quetzalcoatl?" he teased the younger wizard.

Harry grinned and pulled something from his pocket. A wave of his wand unshrunk his Firebolt rapidly and it hovered ready to mount in front of him. "Some people come prepared on such an excursion," he teased back. Holding out his hand and gesturing behind himself, he called out to the younger Slytherin, "Come Draco, let´s go! I want to be first!"

The young wizards settled themselves on the quivering racing broom. Draco´s arms went firmly around Harry´s waist, as Harry carefully manoeuvred the Firebolt up a few yards. It carried both of them without a problem. Severus watched them for a moment, before he turned to the other two.

“Ready yourselves,” he warned just as he took out his wand, concentrated, and suddenly the three shot up into the air high above them without any aid.

"Oi! No fair!" Harry shouted when he saw the three. Luna’s laughter sounded in his ear and he couldn’t help the grin. The sound of her laughter always did that as it reminded of tinkling bells.

“Up Harry! Get them!” Draco yelled, his hands tightening around Harry’s waist. His body shook with pure excitement.

Smirking sardonically, Severus lowered himself, Cory and Luna and they stepped into the gaping mouth of the statue. He looked around warily for any hidden danger.

Two seconds later, the Firebolt shot up to the level of the statues head, with Draco squealing—something very unbecoming to a Malfoy—as they skidded to an abrupt stop a few feet from the three.

“Be quiet child!” Snape chided him.

Draco glared at the man, “How did you do that?”

“What? Magic,” Snape answered in a bored tone, but his onyx eyes glittered in amusement.

Harry murmured something about the perks of being Marvolo´s lover. He had been surprised on the night of the 28^th, when Voldemort had flown seemingly effortlessly without any aid next to him and Draco hovering on their brooms above the forest, watching Umbridge being chased by the werewolves below.

“You guys are sore losers,” Cory grinned, “never said he couldn’t do that, now did you?”

“Shut up,” Draco huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Luna laughed and skipped over to the blond, throwing her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Cheer up Dragon.”

Not able to keep his mad countenance around Luna, no matter how faked it was, Draco wrapped an arm around Luna’s waist. “Only for you.”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Harry placed his hands on his hips.

“You,” Draco grinned as he walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You are more than chopped liver. You are my personal sex slave.”

Harry opened his mouth to retort but was stopped by Draco’s lips on his. He struggled for a few seconds but then gave into the kiss. His arms moved to wrap around the blond’s waist and they tightened immediately.

Draco felt Harry’s tongue and he opened his mouth, moaning as it tangled with his. He tightened his hold on Harry’s neck, his fingers playing with the silky strands even as he angled his head to deepen the kiss.

“If the two of you would be so kind as to halt that nauseating display,” Snape’s dark voice broke them apart and they looked over to see said man glaring darkly at them while Cory was trying to hide his smile as Luna outright grinned.

“Sorry,” Harry said, though the grin on his face said he was anything but. “Let’s go.”

“Impatient brat,” Snape scolded even as he wordless cast several revealing spells on the new tunnel in front of them.

“Anything, sir?” Harry asked. He leaned the racing broom against the wall of the narrow hallway that led inside the statue’s head and turned to look at his teacher.

“It is clear,” Snape replied.

“Alright,” Harry nodded and had his wand out and lit. The others followed suit.

Draco looked back and forth between them.

Harry chuckled softly. “It’s ok; I don’t expect to meet anything down here except for rats, spiders or maybe a small snake.” He strode forward, the other behind him.

“What’s in there?” Draco asked apprehensively in a stage whisper, following his friends, boyfriend and godfather, gripping his wand tightly and ready to throw up a shield or a hex.

“Nothing to worry about Dragon,” Luna said as she appeared next to him. “There isn’t anything in there that we are to be afraid of.”

“She’s right,” Harry said over his shoulder. “Marvolo told me we could go in. Even if there is something alive or dead inside, I’m sure that the five of us can more than handle it.”

With that, the others continued following, their curiosity driving them. They had never truly believed that the Chamber of Secrets actually existed—well, except maybe for Luna—and they knew that this was an incredible opportunity.

The corridor wasn’t wide, but the five could walk upright and in twos. The floor, walls and ceiling were made of smooth grey stone, curving slightly to the right and then upward. The darkness inside receded as they walked forward, a greenish glow seemed to come from the ceilings and walls. After about thirty yards, the space widened into a round chamber with smooth walls; it looked as if the stone had once upon a time been fluid, like lava or concrete, while it was shaped into this form, there were no sharp corners or any pillars or beams supporting the structure.

The ground was covered with—surprise—the skeletons of small animals, most of them crushed and arranged in a semicircle with a large indentation on one side against the wall. Parts of dry, shed Basilisk skin lay around.

“The Basilisk’s nest, I presume?” Snape commented as his gaze remained trained on the skin.

“Yeah,” Harry replied with a nod, “looks like it.”

“You’re absolutely sure there isn’t another Basilisk around here?” Draco asked warily.

“Nope, well, as far as the Dark Lord and I are aware, there isn’t another one, but you never know...” Harry trailed off. His answer didn’t calm Draco’s misgivings, not one bit, as the blond looked around and behind them, scanning the room for a potential target.

“Drake,” Cory spoke, his eyes looking around the room in astonishment. “Remember Luna said there was nothing here to be afraid of, so there’s nothing here to harm us.”

Draco looked at him before looking at Luna and conceding with a sigh. “You’re right.”

Harry, ignoring the others for a moment, climbed carefully over the wall of skeletons into the nest. He sucked in a surprised breath and crouched down, stretching his right hand towards the ground. The sound had Snape, Cory and Draco raising their wands immediately, ready to defend themselves. Only Luna was still smiling with that serene expression on her face.

Snape stepped forward, positioning himself in front of the teens, keeping his left arm in front of them in an instinctive protective gesture, not even thinking about it.

“Harry?” he inquired suspiciously, even as ‘is there another Basilisk? Impossible; but nothing is impossible with Potter around...’ shot through his mind.

“What is it?” Draco asked as he craned his neck to look around his godfather.

“Blimey, this nest feels really warm and...and cosy,” Harry answered, awe in his voice, “it must be a warming charm.”

“Merlin!” Cory breathed. “Are you sure Harry?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded.

The teens and Snape stepped closer to the Basilisk’s nest, wanting to inspect it themselves.

“Truly remarkable,” murmured Snape as he cast a series of wordless diagnostic charms on the nest. ‘Did Salazar Slytherin have the power to cast a warming charm that lasts a thousand years?’ He pondered the evidence and turned to Harry. “Do you know if the Dark Lord refreshed this warming charm fifty years ago?”

“Hmm?” Harry looked over at his teacher. “No sir, he didn’t mention it.” Harry clambered out of the nest again and looked around. He then walked over to the left side of the room to study the wall.

The others followed him curiously. At first glance, the walls around the chamber appeared solid without any interruption apart from the entrance they had come through.

“Ah, here it is!” Harry exclaimed as he pointed to a carving of two entwined snakes. Again, he hissed {Open}

A low rumbling sound broke the stillness of the room, before suddenly the glowing silver outline of a rounded doorway appeared. A narrow part of the stone wall retreated about two feet, revealing a narrow entrance into another, dark corridor.

“What do you reckon is in there?” Cory asked as he came to stand next to Harry with Luna in tow. The five of them looked into the corridor with an intrigued look on their faces.

Harry turned to look at his friend, and then glanced over at their professor, smirking mischievously. “Any idea? Why do you think this is called the Chamber of Secrets?”

Snape smirked right back. “I suppose Salazar Slytherin didn’t build all of this only to keep his Basilisk hidden?”

Harry grinned. He expected to find Slytherin’s personal library. Voldemort had mentioned a collection of ancient scrolls and manuals of the famous founder hidden down in the Chamber of Secrets.

“Really Dragon,” Luna giggled, “he is the original Slytherin after all. And what exactly do you suppose the ultimate Slytherin would surround himself with?”

“Oh,” Draco grinned after thinking for a moment, “a vault, a library and quite possibly a potions’ lab.”

The new corridor lit up just as the other, a dim green glow, not brightly lit but enough to make out the four doors on the left and right; plain, dark massive wooden doors without doorknobs or handles, giving nothing away about the rooms behind. They were not decorated or inscribed.

Harry stopped in front of the one on the right, looking back at his companions. Draco, Cory and Luna stayed about two paces behind close to the wall, while Snape moved to the right of the door, wand raised, a shield ready in his mind and automatically falling into a wary stance.

Cocking his head to the side, Harry concentrated on the magic he could feel coming from behind the door. His magic responded in kind and he took a step closer as his eyes slipped close. He raised his right hand and slowly reached out to touch the door, laying his palm flat on it.

“Harry?” Draco questioned and moved to take a step forward but was stopped by both Luna and Snape.

Snape glanced at his godson. “It would not be wise to interfere, Dragon.”

“Don’t worry,” Luna never took her gaze from Harry. “He’s ok; Salazar just needs to ascertain who is entering his lair.”

Harry hissed when he felt a swift stab in the middle of his palm and he pulled his hand back quickly as his eyes opened. He took a step back and glanced at Snape nodded, giving him permission to continue.

Turning back to the door, he commanded it open, the same way he did the others. {Open}

The door slowly swung open to the inside. A gust of stale air hit their nostrils and dust moths swirled around. Harry stood to the side and allowed Snape to step in front of him. The potions master raised his wand, casting another round of wordless revealing spells on the room in front of them.

“Do you detect anything, sir?” Cory asked after a few minutes.

“No. No life signs or wards ahead,” answered the older wizard. “Nevertheless, we should be careful.”

The teens heeded his words and it was with caution that they entered the room. Harry was in front, with Snape last. The moment they entered, the room brightened as the lamps on the wall lit up.

“Whoa,” Cory said as he looked around. The room resembled a common room or a study; complete with a fireplace, couches, carpet on the floor and a small table with a few chairs by it. There were two doorways on across from the entrance and they could see that one of the doorways led into a small library while the other was a bathroom.

Harry waved his wand and wordlessly cast a cleaning charm on the room while Snape lit the fireplace.

“Salazar Slytherin’s personal Chambers,” Draco breathed out. He was fairly quivering with excitement as he stood in the room. He couldn’t believe that he was actually standing in the personal chambers of the Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of the school. He knew that many students wished that they could find the rooms for their own House founder and he had. Add to the fact that this was the personal rooms for his own House’s founder, it just made everything better.

Standing next to Draco, Cory and Luna were feeling the same way. Sure they would’ve loved it if they had found the chambers of Godric Gryffindor or Rowena Ravenclaw, but they were still touched and awed. They were standing in one of the founders personal chambers, the most famous founder himself.

“This is beyond anything I’d ever dreamed,” Snape said as he walked around the room. He turned and headed to the library, the others following him.

“I may not be a bookworm,” Cory said as he looked around, “but this is amazing.”

The shelves were filled completely with heavy, wood and leather bound books, scrolls of papyrus and parchment in all sizes; there was not one empty space. As the group looked through library, they were amazed at the wide variety of written texts. There were some written in Latin, some appeared to be maybe late Old English or Old French and others were clearly written in Parseltongue; they looked like squiggles and not normal letters. They even found books that contained very foreign-looking scripts—probably Arabic—and small pictures like Hieroglyphs and others that must be from Asia; all which none of them could read.

“I wonder if there’s another entrance into this room other than through the statue,” Draco mused as he carefully turned the pages in an ancient book. It was on spells—both offensive and defensive. He wasn’t fluent in Latin, but he had learned some French, Spanish, Italian and the basics of Latin as a child, so he could understand the old text well enough to see what the topic was. He’d have to get a translation spell for the finer points, though.

“I would think so,” Harry answered, “I mean, it’d be kind of stupid to only have one entrance, wouldn’t it?”

“We can search for it at a later date,” Snape said as he replaced a book on the shelf. He was quite reluctant to leave the place, but he knew that they couldn’t spend too much time down as the Headmaster would become too suspicious.

“He’s right,” Luna smiled, “there will be plenty more opportunities in the future. It is best we retreat now and allow the winds that carry the bee to remain undisturbed.”

The males glanced at her before they nodded in agreement. Throwing one last look around the library, they walked out and without stopping, they left the room entirely. They stepped back into the corridor, Harry closing the door softly in Parseltongue, and then they made their back down through the Basilisk’s room, out through the door, Harry once again closing it in Parseltongue, before they came back to the head of the statue.

Harry grabbed his Firebolt and grinned over at Draco. “Wanna take a ride on my broomstick?”

Not even thinking about what he was saying, Draco replied with a roll of his eyes, “As if I’d ride anyone else’s broomstick.”

There was silence for a few seconds and then Harry, Cory and Luna burst out laughing and Snape’s lips twitched.

Draco ran his words back over in his mind and his eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment.

“That’s really good to know Dray,” Harry’s laughter died down to chuckles. “I’d hate to have to kill someone for touching what’s mine.”

“I hate you,” Draco murmured with a small smile.

“No you don’t,” Harry grinned and walked over to the blond, throwing his arm around his shoulder and pulling him into a quick kiss and hug. He then turned to others, “So professor, ready to go harvest the snake?”

Snape’s onyx eyes lit up in anticipation and pleasure and he nodded. “Yes. It is what we came for after all.”

Harry mounted his Firebolt and gestured for Draco to get on. “Come on.”

Draco looked at him and a mischievous spark lit his grey eyes. He stepped closer to Harry, shifting his body so that the others couldn’t see his hands and spoke so that only the two of them could hear. “Accidental though they may have been, my words were true. Your broomstick,” he brushed his hand across Harry’s covered cock, “is the only one I have any interest in riding. And whenever we get a moment alone, I’ll show you just how much I love riding it.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed with arousal and his eyes dilated with lust as his breathing hitched.

The others didn’t hear what was said, but they knew that just by Harry’s reactions, it was something sexual.

Grinning, Draco mounted the broom, deliberately sitting in front of Harry. He scooted back until his ass was nestled in Harry’s groin. Shifting a few times, rubbing against Harry’s cock, he delighted in the muffled moan he heard.

“Minx,” Harry pressed close to Draco and growled in his ear.

Draco shivered at the feel of Harry’s hot breath against his ear and at the promise he could hear in his voice. He desperately wished that they were alone, to continue. Shaking his head, he smiled. “Let’s go.”

Snape shook his head and gestured for Luna and Cory to prepare themselves. Harry shot off on his broom, one arm around Draco’s waist, the other on the broom while Snape levitated himself, Cory and Luna to the ground. This time around, they all touched down at the same time.

Harry quickly got off the Firebolt, knowing if he had to spend any more time feeling Draco wiggling against his cock he would lose all control and take him right there. He looked back at Draco and saw the blond grinning smugly. Scowling, he turned from him and walked over to the Basilisk’s corpse.

As Snape stood staring at the snake, he couldn’t help but to feel giddy with joy. Not only was he seeing a legendary magical animal—the most legendary one of all—but he was going to be able to use harvest it for use. Smiling slightly, he withdrew a sack with a number of small containers from his robes, unshrunk it and started the process of cutting up the Basilisk, removing what he wanted.

The carcass was so huge, so vast, that he would have enough material for years to come. So, he decided to take only a few teeth, one poison gland and some scales today. The storage space in his personal storage cupboard was very limited, even with the use of wizard space, and should another staff member, or Morgana forbid Dumbledore himself, come to the door by chance, it would not do to suddenly have such a large collection of something new and extremely rare without a viable excuse. Of course there was no potion on the Hogwarts school curriculum that would need a sack full of Basilisk parts!

He planned to send a large shipment of the Basilisk material to the lab in Potter Manor with the help of Harry and Hedwig, but that had to be well planned and coordinated. The ingredients could not be shrunk without changing or losing some of their properties; they had to be packed and stored correctly to be of further use and tonight was not enough time.

As Snape went on with his task, the teens started walking around the Chamber.

“This is really unbelievable,” Cory said as they walked.

“I know,” Harry grinned, “I was here in second year and I still can’t believe it.”

Draco walked next to Harry. “I still can’t believe Weasel and Granger thought I was the Slytherin Heir.”

“Really?” Harry cocked an eyebrow. “You really can’t believe it?” he grinned, as did Cory and Luna. “You do remember how you were acting that year, don’t you?”

Draco opened his mouth to argue, but closed it back and grinned. “I was a right prat, wasn’t I?”

“Yes you were,” Harry agreed with a grin, “but it was expected of you.”

“Don’t worry Dragon,” Luna smiled, “we still love you.”

“Now I can die happy,” Draco deadpanned. He laughed and ducked the pebble that Cory threw at him.

The teens continued talking, not paying attention to their teacher, knowing that when he was done, he would get them. And almost a half an hour later, he did.

“There,” Snape said as he stepped back from the remains of the Basilisk. “I am finished.”

“Already?” Harry’s brows furrowed as he looked from Snape to the snake and back.

“Yes,” Snape nodded. “I have collected all that I can. I do not have enough free space in my private store room anyway, or the time to organize and prepare all this time at once. This Basilisk carcass is huge, enough for years to come and immensely valuable. It has been kept in excellent condition down here. It can stay this way until the next visit. It is time we retire before anyone becomes too suspicious.”

“Sounds good,” Cory agreed, “we can always come back later, right? I mean, to explore Salazar Slytherin’s personal chambers some more.”

“Of course,” Luna smiled, her head cocked to the side, “it’s a nice escape from the outside world, isn’t it?” she hummed as she skipped over to the remains of the Basilisk. “There is more than one path to a destination. We should use the snakes’ way next time, it’ll be so much more fun that way.”

Snape nodded, Harry grinned, Cory smiled and Draco shook his head at the blonde’s words.

“Let’s go,” Snape ordered and he led the teens out of the room. When they exited the doorway, Harry hissed for the doors to close, smirking at the shiver that passed through Draco. He intended to repay him for the comment he made at the top of the statue. He continued hissing, most of it ramblings, enjoying the way Draco bit his lip to stop the moans from escaping.

“Harry!” Snape snapped. He knew what the teen was doing and while he normally would delight in the way Draco was being teased, he wasn’t now as he too was affected by Harry’s hissing.

Harry jerked his gaze away from his boyfriend and looked at his teacher, a slight sheepish expression on his face, though his eyes twinkled mischievously. “Sorry professor.”

Draco breathed deeply, all the while glaring at Harry. “I hate you.”

“Love you too,” Harry grinned as he walked over to the blond, throwing an arm around Draco’s shoulder as they continued walking back to the entrance.

They came upon the Basilisk’s skin and Snape stopped to cut off a small piece and place it in his pocket before they continued.

“I hope you have an idea of how to get back up Harry,” Cory said as they all came to a stop at the pipe they had slid down.

“We should walk,” Luna said. She started humming as she looked around the room, giggling in between her humming.

The four males looked at her before looking at each other. Harry shrugged and looked back at the pipe.

{Ssstairsss} he hissed, pooling a bit of his magic into the spell. He watched, as did the others, in amazement as the pipes groaned before shifting, forming out a narrow staircase.

“Up we go,” Luna said in a sing-song voice as she started up the stairs. The rest followed immediately. About halfway up, Draco spoke.

“I just realized something,” he said as he walked behind Harry and Luna.

“What’s that?” Harry asked.

Before Draco could answer, Luna started giggling. Ignoring her, he continued, “Well, if you could conjure the stairs, why didn’t you do that in the first place, instead of having us slide down the filthy pipe like ruffians?”

At his question, Harry stopped suddenly and looked back, his eyes opened wide and a sheepish smile flitted across his face when he saw the glare on Snape’s face and the amusement on Cory’s.

“Oops,” Harry grinned before he turned back around and hurried to catch up to Luna.

“It scares me that the brat is so powerful and can be cunning, brilliant and observant at times and yet so dense at another time,” Snape near groaned, causing Draco and Cory to chuckle.

When the three came out at the top, they saw Luna talking to Myrtle while Harry was leaning against the sinks.

“Took you guys long enough,” Harry teased.

“Shut it,” Cory grinned.

Harry laughed and turned to the entrance. {Clossse} he then turned to Myrtle. “Remember you’re keeping your word Myrtle, not a word to anyone about us being here. Not to Weasley or Granger and definitely not the Headmaster.” His eyes darkened and narrowed at her. “Or I will do what I threatened.”

“No one ever visits me anyways,” the ghost replied, fear evident in her voice. It was obvious that she was terrified of whatever it was Harry had threatened her with.

“Good,” Harry nodded before looking at his teacher and friends. “What time is it?”

“You have an hour and a half until curfew,” Snape answered after casting a quick Tempus.

“So we have time,” Draco said.

Cory’s brows furrowed. “Time for what?”

Draco said nothing, he just looked at Harry; grey and green locked together and darkened almost simultaneously.

{Sssuch a naughty boy} Harry hissed as he took a step closer to the blond.

Draco’s eyes glazed over as the hissing washed over him; he was instantly thrown back to the last time he and Harry were alone together; the night after they had dealt with Umbridge and the morning they had had to leave for Hogwarts.

Snape looked between the two boys and groaned silently.

“It’s good that they got together now instead of two years ago,” Luna appeared at his side, speaking softly. “Imagine how they would’ve been then when their hormones had just started acting out.”

The mental image caused Snape to glare at Luna, prompting the girl to laugh and skip over to Cory’s side. She reached out for his hand and threaded their fingers together before looking over at Harry and Draco.

“A room you require is free for you,” Luna said, startling both boys to look at her, “don’t worry about obstacles, they are obsolete at this point. Do watch out for the two-faced female red creature.”

Harry cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed as he tried to decipher Luna’s meaning. A minute later, he did and nodded.

“Got it,” he smiled at her. He then turned to his teacher, “Silencer on our shows and the Disillusion Charm?”

“Better safe than sorry,” Snape nodded and quickly cast the charm on him and them. After checking to make sure the corridor was clear, they quickly left the bathroom.

Snape led the teens to one of the unused classrooms where he cancelled the Disillusion Charm. With a wave of his wand, he cleaned the room and then told them to go.

Harry and Draco left the room almost at a rush, while Cory and Luna walked behind them at a normal pace, smiles on their faces. Snape left seconds after they did, his regular scowl on his face and his robes billowing about him.

~…~

The moment they got on the seventh floor, Draco grabbed Harry and slammed him against the wall. He stepped close, pressing his body against Harry’s and kissed him, hard.

Harry moaned into the kiss, cock hardening instantly and brought his arms up to rest on Draco’s waist. He angled his head and licked at the blond’s lips, begging entrance.

Draco opened his mouth and groaned when Harry’s tongue entered, tasting him and then tangling with his own. Blood filled his dick, thickening it as he rubbed Harry’s hardened cock. He pulled his lips away, smirking at the whimper that escaped the brunet, and trailed kisses up to his ear. He bit the lobe, sucked it into his mouth and bit it again.

“I want to taste you so bad,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. “I want to suck your cock, swallow you whole and make you cum,” Draco’s right hand drifted down Harry’s body with teasing, light touches, until he reached his goal; his palm settled over engorged member. He stroked it twice before he pulled the zipper down and slipped his hand inside. He groaned when he felt the silk-like hardening length beneath the boxers and he wrapped his hand around it.

Harry cursed and arched into Draco’s hand when he felt the blond cup his erection. His hand drifted down, fondling the blond’s ass briefly, and grabbed Draco’s leg, pulling it up and over his hip. He rocked his hips forward, trapping the blond’s hand between their groins.

“Shit!” Draco cursed and pulled back from Harry.

“I need you…now!” Harry hissed. He could feel the need to take the blond in front of him and his control was close to snapping.

Draco looked at Harry and saw that his pupils were blown wide with lust, only a sliver of green remaining. He could read the dark promises in his boyfriend’s eyes and a shiver ran through his body as images filled his mind. He clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from jumping the brunet right there.

Shaking his head, Draco whispered, “not here.” He turned and started walking towards the Room of Requirement. He gasped when he felt Harry’s arms wrap around his waist and he pressed back against the cock pushing against his ass.

“Draco,” Harry growled, his voice saturated in longing. His cocked ached with the need to be inside the blond’s ass. Involuntarily, his hips moved forward once, and then he did it again and again and again.

Draco started panting at the frottage. He could feel his willpower going and knew he had to get them inside the room and now. He forcefully pulled himself away and hurried over to where the entrance would be. He paced three times, each time saying in his mind what he wanted.

After the third pace, the door appeared. He had just opened it when he felt Harry at his back. He hurried inside, the door slamming close behind the two. A quick glance around the room showed a canopy bed with Slytherin green covers, a lush, forest green carpet and lanterns hovering strategically around the room, lights dimmed. But the boys ignored that.

Draco pushed Harry towards the bed, smirking when the brunet sat down. He grabbed his wand from its hidden position and banished Harry’s shirt.

“Scoot up,” Draco ordered softly, his voice tinged with desire.

Harry did as he was told without question, his body sliding sensually across the sheet. His head came to rest on the pillow and he looked back at his boyfriend.

“Raise your hands,” Draco told him, eyes gleaming with anticipation. When Harry did as he was told, he silently asked the room to bind Harry’s hands to the headboard.

“Dray,” Harry whispered as he felt his hands become bound.

“Tonight,” Draco’s grin was feral, “you’re mine; mine to own, mine to tease, mine to do as I please. Tonight, you’re going to be the one begging.”

Licking his lips, Harry shifted his hips, trying to ease the sudden ache in his cock. He wanted to rip the bonds off and take Draco, but he was curious as to what the blond was up to. “Get on with it then.”

Toeing off his shoes, Draco crawled onto the bed, moving up over Harry’s body. He stopped at his waist, his hands reaching out to the belt; he unbuckled it and released the trouser button. The zipper was still down from earlier. His eyes locked with Harry’s and he smirked when he saw the brunet breathing heavily.

‘Let’s see you lose control,’ Draco thought deviously. Slowly, he pulled the trousers, and boxers, down Harry’s body, enjoying the hiss the brunet let out as his cock was freed from the confines of. Tossing the pants over his shoulder, he looked back at Harry and stopped; hunger rushed through his body at the sight. Harry was tied down, his body heaving with his pants, his cocked rock hard, dripping pre-cum, arching towards his flat stomach from its nest of dark curls. He was a wet dream come true. Draco planned to enjoy every minute of it.

Harry looked up and saw Draco staring at him as if he were his last meal. He could read the hunger on the blond’s face and let it feed his own. He wanted the blond.

“Why don’t you sit that pretty little arse of yours on my lap,” Harry’s voice was low and husky when he spoke.

The words snapped Draco out of his dream. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he moved to stand on the bed, his darkened grey eyes travelling Harry’s body, resting on his erection. His hand came up and he unbuttoned his shirt, a button at a time.

As each section of skin was revealed, Harry’s hunger grew.

“You really want it that bad,” Draco taunted, “to be inside me; do you remember how tight it felt around your cock? How my arse squeezed you, how it milked you as you shot loads and loads of cum in me?” as he spoke, Draco slipped his shirt off his shoulders; his hands drifted over his body, stopping at his nipples, twisting and rubbing them. He moaned.

“Merlin, the feel of your lips on me, as you bit and nibbled my nipples, how you teased me as your tongue trailed a hot path down my stomach,” his fingers mimicked the movement his words were saying, “and how it felt when your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Draco’s hand moved down and gently grabbed hold of his cock, before he pushed his trousers down his hips, removing them completely. His hand came back up, wrapping around his cock, and his thumb brushed the slit, smearing the wetness around. A deep groan escaped him as he moved his hand up and down.

“Draco,” Harry growled. He licked his lips as he watched the blond spread the pre-cum around the head of his cock. “Let me taste you.”

Smirking, Draco dropped to his knees and crawled over Harry’s body, straddling his legs. He reached out to hold the brunet’s cock, enjoying the tortured groan that escaped his lips. His grip was gentle, but firm as he slowly moved his hand up and down, his thumb brushing against the slit.

With each movement, Harry whimpered and his hips lifted slightly, pumping into his boyfriend’s hand.

Draco settled his hand at the base, and leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the head of the member. “You know what?” his tongue darted out, swiping at the pre-cum oozing out, moaning at the taste yet smirking at the gasp from Harry. “I think I’ll taste you.”

With that, he closed his mouth over Harry’s cock, sucking at the head, his tongue dipping into the slit.

“!” Harry’s hips shot off the bed. The feel of the blond’s mouth on his cock was almost as amazing as being inside him.

Draco lifted his head and ran his tongue down the length, pressing kisses and nibbling bites along the way. He sucked at the underside of the head before lowering his mouth over it once more, sinking down until half was buried in his mouth. He moaned as the taste exploded on his tongue; he would never get tired of tasting the unique flavour. Hollowing his cheeks, he bobbed his head up and down.

Harry tugged at the bonds at his wrists, desperate to touch his boyfriend. Draco’s mouth felt so good, so hot and wet. A shudder wracked his body as he felt a tingle start at the base of his cock. He was going to cum.

“D-D-Draco,” he stuttered out between moans, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna c-cum.”

Ignoring the warning, Draco doubled his efforts. He sucked harder as his free hand drifted down towards Harry’s balls. He squeezed them gently, before rolling them around in his hand. His thumb slipped down and pressed against the spot right behind as he gave a hard suck.

“FUCK!” Harry shouted as his eyes rolled back into his head at the intense pleasure. His nerves were singing, his blood boiling as his body wracked with pleasure. His body tensed, his balls tightening at his eminent release.

Sensing it, Draco gave one last suck before he pulled off with a pop and removed his hand.

Harry’s eyes shot open and he growled low in his throat when he felt the pressure stop. He looked down at his boyfriend, breathing harshly. “Why’d you stop? I was so close.”

“I know,” Draco panted out, giving Harry a blowjob had turned him on more than anything and he desperately needed to cum, but he wanted Harry inside of him when they both fell over the edge. Summoning his wand, he quickly cast Cleansing, Lubricating and Stretching Charms before he straddled Harry’s hips. He grabbed the thick, hardened cock beneath him and guided it towards his entrance. The head slipped inside and he moaned low.

Harry gritted his teeth as he felt the scorching heat surrounded his erection. He could feel his cock twitch and he took a deep breath and staved off his need to cum.

Draco removed his hand and leaned forward, breathing heavily through his mouth. He braced his hands on Harry’s chest and captured his lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss.

“Release me,” Harry growled and tugged at the bonds.

“No,” Draco shook his head. A moan escaped him as he shifted his hips, sending the cock head deeper.

“I want to touch you,” Harry pleaded, “let me touch you.”

In response, Draco gave a trembling smirk and sank down slowly, one torturous inch at a time until he settled fully on Harry’s hips.

“Oh Merlin,” Harry moaned at the heat surrounding his cock. He didn’t think it was possible, but it felt hotter and tighter than before. He was being squeezed deliciously by the blond and it had him seeing stars.

Draco straightened up, his eyes widening on a gasp as Harry sank even deeper inside of him. His head fell forward and his eyes locked onto Harry’s. He saw the storm of hunger brewing in the darkened eyes and smirked. He slowly rose up, clenching his muscles as he did so, relishing in the deep groan he got from Harry, and slid back down.

“You feel so fucking good,” Draco moaned as he continued his actions. He felt so full. Whimpering, he increased his pace, loving the thickness and the way the cock rubbed his inner walls.

“You love it, don’t you?” Harry gritted out, trying to control the urge to cum. He had been to the edge from the blowjob and was coming close again. “The feel of me inside you…you don’t want slow.” He thrust his hips upwards the same moment the blond was sinking down, sending his cock deeper causing Draco to moan. “That’s what you want.” He did it again. “You want it hard and fast. You want me to fuck you raw.” Another thrust. “You want to feel the burn as I ram my cock into that sweet, hot arse of yours over and over again.”

Every word that came from Harry fuelled Draco’s lust. His control spiralled and his movements became erratic as he bounced up and down on Harry’s cock. His back arched at a hard thrust and his cock jutted forward.

Harry licked his lips as he took in the sight of his boyfriend; his blond hair messy, his skin flushed with arousal and coated with sweat, grey eyes darkened with desire, the movement of his hips as he rode him and his cock, all hard and purpled, with pre-cum dripping. He wanted a taste.

“Dray,” He panted out, “let me go…let me take you how you want to be taken.” His body jerked and twisted in ecstasy from the blond’s movements. He saw the pleasure and frustration on his boyfriend’s face and almost grinned, instead, he moaned. “It’s not enough, isn’t it? You don’t want this…you want a fucking...you want more.”

Draco moaned as the words washed over him and he knew it was true. As good as it felt, he needed more. He fell forward, and reached out shaking hands to remove the bonds.

Harry felt the bonds loosen and his hands shot out to grab Draco’s hips. He lifted him until only the tip of his cock was inside the blond, and slammed him back down at the same time he thrust his hips up.

“FUCK!” the word exploded from Draco as he threw his head back. He grabbed his head, running his hands through his hair as moan after moan escaped his lips. Every thrust from Harry hit his sweet spot and had him flying closer and closer to the edge. One hand left his hair, moving down and he sucked a finger into his mouth before moving on to his nipples. He played with them briefly and continued his path down his belly; his fingers dipped into his navel before going down to wrap around his cock. Moaning, his strokes started slow and then picked up speed, soon matching the pace Harry was setting.

Harry arched his back as he slammed Draco down onto his cock. He looked back at the blonde, completely taken in by how tousled and aroused he looked. He loved being inside him, loved feeling his arse tighten around him as he pulled out, but…it wasn’t enough. Lifting Draco completely off his erection, he flipped him onto his hand and knees.

Draco started at the movement, whimpering at the sudden emptiness inside him. He braced his hands on the bed, anticipation coursing through for Harry to slam back into him.

Spreading the blond’s arse cheeks, Harry groaned at the sight of the puckered muscles clenching and unclenching as the lube dripped out. His dick throbbed with the need to be back inside, but an idea came to him and he forced the urge away. Summoning his wand, he pointed at the leaking entrance, charming the lube to be cherry flavoured. Staring at the ring of muscles, he licked his lips and bent his head, his tongue tracing a path along the crease of the blond’s arse.

“FUCKING HELL!” Draco cried out at the first swipe of Harry’s tongue. He threw a glance over his shoulder and moaned when he saw the dark head bent over his arse. “H-Harry…what are--” his words gurgled as his brain turned to mush when he felt the tongue press against his entrance before slipping in.

Harry moaned as the cherry flavour mixed with Draco’s own taste hit his tongue; what he was doing, it was so forbidden and so naughty that it made it even more intoxicating. Holding Draco’s arse cheeks apart, he stabbed his tongue deep inside, moving it around, tasting and swiping the inner walls.

Incoherent mumblings poured out of Draco’s mouth. His legs shook from the jolts of pleasure shooting through his body at the rimming he was getting. Whimpers, groans and moans mixed with pleas for more and faster tumbled from his lips. He was painfully hard and so close to exploding.

Harry reluctantly pulled away from feasting on the blond. He kissed his way up Draco’s spine, his hands moving over his body as he went and moved to entangle with the blond’s. Kissing his way up to Draco’s ear, he moved their joined hands to the headboard and wrapped Draco’s own around it.

“Hold on tight,” Harry whispered as he kissed and nibbled the blond’s ear. “I’m gonna take you…hard and fast.”

“Oh Merlin,” Draco moaned as his body quivered in anticipation. He eagerly spread his legs wider, allowing Harry to fit more snugly against him, and a loud moan escaped him when he felt the leaking member pressing against his entrance.

Harry leaned back, his hands holding on to Draco’s waist. He lined up his cock and looked back up at the blond.

Draco looked over his shoulder, seeing Harry just staring at him. “What are you waiting for?” he pushed back against him, impatient for the brunet to take him.

“Minx!” Harry snarled as he tightened his grips on Draco’s waist and with one shove, he bottomed out. He didn’t even stop; he quickly pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock and slammed back in. His pace was fast as he drove into the blond over and over again.

Draco screamed at the first hard thrust and tightened his grip on the headboard as Harry took him just like he said; hard and fast. His back arched, his head back as Harry lunged into him over and over.

“That’s what you wanted isn’t it?” Harry grunted. “Me taking you like this…like a bitch in heat. Sweet Salazar you feel so good.”

“I-is t-that a-all you c-can do?” Draco stuttered out between moans. He knew that his words would cause Harry’s control to snap and he wanted that. “Can b-barely f-feel you.”

True to his words, an animalistic growl escaped Harry’s lips as he spread Draco’s legs even wider and increased his pace; this time, each brutal movement sent his cock directly into the blond’s pleasure button.

“MERLIN YES!” Draco shouted out. His prostate was getting hammered by each thrust from his boyfriend and he could feel his body tightening up as he got closer and closer to the edge, his release imminent.

“So close…f-fuck!” Harry growled. He could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside him, just ready to be released, but he needed the blond to go over the edge with him. Removing a hand from the hip he was holding, he reached out, wrapped his arm around Draco’s neck, pulling him up and backwards, until they were pressed chest to back. He licked a path up to Draco’s ear and hissed.

{Cum for me}

The Parseltongue pushed Draco over edge and with a scream, he shot his load; streams of cum splattered his chest and the bed below.

Feeling the already tight muscles become vice-like around his cock, Harry let out a strangle groan as he exploded, his cum coating Draco’s inner walls.

Draco tightened his muscles reflexively around Harry, milking him. Spent, the two collapsed onto the bed.

Moving carefully, Harry pulled out of Draco’s body and rolled onto his back. “That…was…bloody…amazing.”

Draco chuckled weakly and moved into Harry’s body, his head resting on the brunet’s chest. “Better than before.”

“I thought so too,” Harry replied, still trying to get his breathing under control.

Draco shifted, rolling onto Harry’s chest, resting his chin on his folded arms.

“What is it?” Harry asked as he reached up a hand and moved the blond hair out of Draco’s face, cupping his cheek.

Draco’s eyes roamed Harry’s features, taking in the satisfied expression on his face, the slight curve of his lips and the happiness in his green eyes. He leaned into the hand on his cheek for a few seconds before looking back at Harry. “Do you think it’ll ever change between us?”

“What?” Harry’s eyebrows pulled together in a thoughtful frown.

“The sex?” Draco grinned, waggling his eyebrows, “think we’ll always have out-of-this-world sex?”

“Dray,” Harry grinned in response, “if there’s one thing we definitely won’t have to worry about, it’s sex.”

“Good,” Draco nodded, his grey eyes sparkling with happiness.

Harry pulled Draco down for a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Draco smiled before he pushed himself up, moving off of Harry’s body. “Now come on, as much as I would love to lay here with you, we have to get back to our common rooms.”

“No,” Harry moaned. “I don’t wanna.”

Draco laughed and grabbed his wand, casting a Cleaning Charm on himself and the brunet. “Get up, you whiny child.”

“Insult me,” Harry sniffed as he rolled off the bed, “after I had a sex with you.”

Not saying anything, Draco asked the room for a pillow and threw it at Harry’s head.

Harry ducked and laughed at the blond before getting dressed himself. The two left the room, immediately checking to make sure they weren’t seen, and hurried down the hallway. When they came to the corridor that would split into the towers and the dungeons, they stopped.

Draco turned to face Harry. “Not to sound like an extremely sappy Hufflepuff, but, stay with me tonight. I miss sleeping next to you and waking up in your arms.”

Harry cocked his head to the side and stared at the blond. “That doesn’t sound like a Hufflepuff at all. Of course I’ll stay with you Draco. To be honest, I’ve missed waking up with my arms wrapped around you.”

“It’s settled then,” Draco nodded. “Let’s go.”

The two boys turned towards the corridor that would lead them to the dungeons. They walked in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. As they got closer to the dungeons, they heard a female voice.

“Where is he?” the voice raged, “he’s not up in the common room and LeStrange was back from detention ages ago.”

Pulling Harry, Draco ducked into an alcove, quickly casting a Disillusion Charm over the two of them. With baited breath, they watched as Ginny came around the corner.

“I bet he’s with that ferret,” Ginny scowled darkly as she walked up the corridor. “He doesn’t belong with him, he belongs with me!”

Raising an eyebrow, Harry looked at Draco before looking back at the redhead. Pulling his wand out, he pointed it at her, smiling in satisfaction when the witch glowed briefly none the wiser. The moment she was gone, the two stepped out, cancelled the charm and continued on their way.

“What do you reckon she was doing down here?” Draco asked, casting a glance at Harry.

“You heard her,” Harry snorted, “sounds like she was looking for me. Though, what she planned to do I really don’t know.”

“I always thought Weaselette was too obsessed with you,” Draco commented, “what spell did you hit her with?”

Harry grinned. “A revenge spell; every time she’s mean to someone, or she gets jealous, she’ll get boils all over her face, kinda like acne. And if she tries to use a glamour spell, or spell them away, it’ll get worse.”

“Will anyone be able to remove it, or just you?” Draco asked, his mind going back to the night they were introduced to the Death Eaters and what Harry had done to Gibbons.

“Just me,” Harry chuckled.

“You are so devious,” Draco smirked, loving the darkness that Harry showed now and again.

“And you love it,” Harry grinned.

“Never said I didn’t,” Draco teased. The two continued their walk until they came to the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco gave the password and watched as the door opened.

“Welcome to the Snake den,” Draco drawled as he stepped inside the doorway, Harry following.

The moment they entered the room, all talking ceased as all eyes turned towards the two of them. Eyes widened when they saw Harry standing there.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Blaise’s voice disturbed the silence as he sat up from where he was lying on the couch to look at the two boys, “Harry Potter in the Slytherin common room.” He got up and walked over to the two, coming to a stop in front of Harry. He then bowed. “I am honoured that the Chosen One has deemed us worthy enough to be in his presence.”

Harry shoved him, “Piss off you wanker.”

Blaise laughed as he stumbled. “What? You didn’t like it?”

At the sight of the playful banter between the two, the slightly tensed atmosphere in the room disappeared and everyone relaxed and continued with what they were doing, though their attention was focused on the Gryffindor in their midst.

Draco shook his head and headed to his customary seat, the students moving to allow him to pass. He sat down in his chair and immediately, Crabbe and Goyle took up their positions behind him.

Harry ignored Blaise as he followed the blond, his eyes moving around the room, taking in everything, including the students. “So this is the Slytherin common room. Nice.”

“Glad you like it,” Nicole grinned at him from her spot on the couch.

“And you would be?” Harry turned to her.

“Nicole Vaisey,” the girl replied.

“Pleased to meet you,” Harry smiled at her, causing the girl to blush, as well as a few other girls and some of the boys. “Harry Potter.”

“So Harry,” Nicole threw a glance at Draco before looking back at the brunet, “there is something that we would like to know.”

“Who’s we?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mostly us girls,” Nicole smiled.

“What is it?” Harry tilted his head to the side.

Nicole bit her lip when she saw him tilt his head. She wondered if he realized just how adorable and sexy he looked like that. Something no person should be at the same time.

“Harry,” Draco spoke up, casting a playful glare at Nicole and the rest of the Slytherin girls. “Don’t answer that; they’re all a bunch of perverts.”

“We are not!” Millicent protested, though the grin on her face belied her words.

“If you’re anything like Pansy,” Harry chuckled.

“And what if they are?” Said girl asked as she stepped into the room from the dormitory stairs. She had a grin on her face as she walked over to Harry. “

“Then they’re gonna suffer,” Harry grinned and he moved around the dark haired girl and headed to where Draco was sitting. The blond made to shift in the chair so that he could sit, but Harry shook his head and sat down on the carpet in front of him.

Draco shifted his legs, opening them on either side of Harry, allowing the brunet to relax further, his head resting near the blond’s thigh. Draco couldn’t resist and dropped a hand down to run through the raven coloured locks.

The girls sighed when they saw it.

“Adorable, aren’t they?” Pansy smiled as she took a seat on the couch nearest to Harry, Blaise following her.

Sesshomaru?

<Yes Harry?>

Would you like to sleep next to Yasha tonight?

<I have missed the pup curling up around me. Shall I come to you or do I go directly to him?>

You can come to me if you want, or you can go directly to Yasha.

<I shall come to you. It has been a while since I spent a relaxing time in your company. I long for the days of the manor.>

Ok then.

The mental conversation had barely ended when the white light appeared in the common room. The students smiled when they saw the white pup on Harry’s lap. Before anyone could say anything, they heard excited yips as Yasha ran into the room, heading straight for Harry’s lap.

Sesshomaru moved from Harry, just in time for Yasha to tackle him, sending both to the floor. Soon, the room was filled with playful yips and growls as the two pups played.

“Oh they’re so cute!” a girl squeaked out and that seemed to be the permission the other girls needed as they rushed to the two pups.

Harry watched as most of the girls fawned over the two pups. His gaze then flitted around the room, taking in the ease in which the students were with each other; some were playing Exploding Snap, others playing chess and the rest were either doing homework or talking.

“It’s a bit surprising, isn’t it?” Pansy said softly, gaining his attention. When he looked at her, she continued, “seeing everyone so warm and relaxed around each other.”

“Not really surprising,” Harry told her, seeing an older student help a younger one with something, “because you know I know better than anyone the masks Slytherins have to wear and the image they have to portray to the school.”

“Then what is it?” Blaise asked, looking from Harry to the other students.

“The way the other houses,” Harry answered, “make Slytherins out to be cold, calculating, unfeeling students who care for no one but themselves. You guys are cold and calculating when you want to be, but if they could see you in here, they’d see you’re just like everyone else.” He stopped, paused briefly and smiled. “But that’s the point, isn’t it? To show them what they want to see so that they would be unprepared for what you do next. Kinda like a poker player.”

“How so?” Draco asked, looking down at Harry.

“What’s poker?” Harper Rivers, a male fifth asked when he heard Harry’s words.

“Well,” Harry explained, “poker is a card game that Muggles play; to some it’s complicated and to others it’s easy. I really couldn’t give you the intricacies of the game as I have never played it. But to answer Draco’s question, a poker player holds their cards close, not wanting the other players to know what they have until they’re ready for them to know and their expression are always hard to read, so you can’t know if they are excited or dismayed at the cards they do hold.”

“Interesting theory,” Tracy commented, a slight frown on her face.

“Sounds like it would’ve been a good game to learn over the summer,” Pansy smiled.

“You would’ve played a Muggle game?” Herbert Runcorn Jr., a fifth year male, was aghast at her words.

“Yes.” Draco, Blaise and Pansy all answered as one.

“But why?” Harper questioned. “It’s a Muggle invention.”

“Let me tell you something about Muggle inventions,” Harry said and then he launched into an explanation, with input from Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Gabriella.

As they spoke, every student in the common room stopped what they were doing to listen. Later, when their Head of House entered for a final check-up, he was a bit surprised to see Harry sitting next to Draco with the Slytherins’ attention on him, and was even more astonished when he heard just what his students were discussing. Pride filled him as he watched his Snakes and he left the room without saying anything.

~…~

Over the course of the next few days, the students and teachers settled into their routines and the school year. Things had been normal, as normal as can be for Hogwarts, and the easy atmosphere of summer was still lingering in the halls.

The spell that Harry had cast on Ginny hadn’t been noticed until the day after when she had insulted a second year. The girl hadn’t even noticed anything amiss and had become extremely annoyed at the whispers and points she had gotten. It wasn’t until Hermione had transfigured a spoon into a mirror did she realize what was wrong. She had immediately tried to remove the spell, but to the redhead’s horror and the school’s delight, the spell hadn’t been able to be removed and no one had any idea as to who had done it. Ginny had taken to eating her meals in the Hospital Wing.

Ron had avoided the Slytherin gang, Harry included, and had taken to glaring at the brunet instead. Harry himself ignored the redhead.

It was now Saturday and excitement filled the air. For the students, it was their first weekend at school and they planned to take advantage of it; for Harry, it was because today, not only would he be attending the lessons with Dumbledore, he would also be heading to France with Draco, Lucius and Voldemort. Now, Harry was on his way to the Headmaster’s office for their first lesson. He was curious as to what the Old Man was up to as he knew without a doubt the man had no intention of teaching him anything spell wise; such as defensive and offensive spells.

He got to the entrance and gave the password—Jolly Rancher—to the Gargoyle. When it moved away, he hurried up the spiral staircase, taking them two at a time. When he got to the door, he knocked.

“Come in,” the Headmaster called out and he opened the door and went in.

“Good evening sir,” Harry greeted politely as he walked over to the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

“Good evening my boy,” Albus smiled. “Would you like a sherbet lemon or a cup of tea?”

‘I’m not your boy.’ Harry sneered mentally. ‘Let’s just get this started so I can leave.’ “No thank you Headmaster. What are we doing today sir? Do we start with the defensive spells or something else?”

“Something else,” Albus said as he sat down in his own chair. “Before I begin to train you to defeat Voldemort, you need to know about the man.”

‘I know everything about him already, on account of the fact that we spent almost the entire summer together,’ Harry snorted mentally, but he knew he couldn’t say that. The Headmaster was expecting something else. “He killed my parents and terrorized me, so as far as I’m concerned, I know all I need to about the so-called Dark Lord.”

Albus gave a mental cheer and pleasure filled him. “I understand that, however, I feel if you were to know who Tom Riddle was, then you would better understand how Voldemort came to be.”

“Alright sir,” Harry conceded with a nod, “If you think that’s best.”

“I do,” Albus nodded, happy that the teen believed him and was willing to do what he said. He stood up from his chair and then walked over to the bookcase. Pulling out his wand, he began tapping it in a sequence on some of the books. The books moved away and an opening appeared; in it, was a very large Pencieve. After clearing his desk, he levitated the Pencieve on top of it and turned back to the opening, this time, retrieving a couple of vials.

“What are those, sir?” Harry asked after he saw the Headmaster place the vials on the desk next to the Pencieve.

“Memories Harry,” Albus explained, “memories given from various people connected to Voldemort. Now,” he grabbed one of the vials, “the first memory we’re going to see is from Bob Ogden and it is before Tom was born.”

Removing the vial’s cork, he tipped it over the Pencieve, allowing the memory strand to flow out. When the vial was empty, he placed it back on the desk and motioned for Harry to get up and join him.

“Here we go,” Albus said as he grabbed Harry’s arm and entered the memory.

~…~

Meanwhile, at the twins’ shop, Fred and George were talking; they were at the counter and there were no customers, so they took advantage of it.

“So,” Fred turned to his brother, “you’ll take Harry’s place for the rest of the day, and then tomorrow, we’ll switch off and I’ll take his place.”

“Yep,” George nodded, his dark hair falling over his eyes. He brushed it back absentmindedly. “We’ve spent more than enough time with Harry to be able to impersonate him and he’s already caught us up on what has been going on so far.”

“Especially about Ginerva and Ronald,” Fred scowled, his sea-green eyes flashing angrily. When he and George had seen what the Daily Prophet had said, they had been outraged; they had been mollified by Harry and the others who had already promised retribution to Ron. When they read about the spell Harry had put on Ginny, they had collapsed with laughter, knowing the redhead had deserved it.

“You know,” George smirked, “I think it’s time we tested a few products on our former siblings.”

“Brother dear, I love how you think,” Fred grinned, “and after all, Harry didn’t say we couldn’t prank them, now did he?”

“No,” George laughed, suddenly excited about the switch. “So when Harry sends his message, I’ll head over to the Shrieking Shack and we’ll switch.”

“Good,” Fred nodded and the conversation stopped when the doors opened and customers came in.

~…~

Harry and Albus exited the Pencieve and retook their seats. Harry had a pensive look on his face while Albus watched the teen with calculating eyes.

Harry was just a little shocked seeing just how Voldemort’s grandparents were and the way they treated their daughter. But that shock soon gave way to understanding; just from observing how Marvolo treated his son Morfin, and his daughter Merope—especially Merope—he knew that Voldemort had no chance of ever having a normal childhood. A grandfather who was abusive to his daughter, and the daughter, desperate for love, resorted to drugging a man to love her.

Fawkes, who was sleeping, woke up, shook himself off and flew from his perch to Harry’s lap.

Harry looked down at the phoenix and smiled when the bird started trilling softly. He reached up a hand and gently ran his knuckles across the bird’s chest. The trilling helped him relax. “Thanks for that. I needed it after what I just saw.”

<You’re welcome young one> Fawkes trilled again, ruffling his feathers slightly.

“Are you ok my boy?” Albus questioned, hoping that the teen’s compassionate streak would not overwhelm him; he did not need a pawn that cared about the enemy.

“Yeah,” Harry looked up at the man.

Fawkes straightened up a bit to look at Harry. <He’s worried about you being too sympathetic and empathetic towards the one called Voldemort>

Knowing what the man wanted to hear, he steeled himself and let determination fill his eyes. “It was shocking to see Voldemort’s family like that, but other than the shock, all I feel is pity. His mother’s life was one no person should go through.”

‘Excellent!’ Albus chuckled to himself. “I agree.”

Wanting to leave, but not wanting to seem eager, Harry asked, “Are we going to view more sir?”

“We’ve spent quite a bit of time on that one memory,” Albus said, “I think that was good for today. I do not want to overwhelm you and it is such a nice day out.”

“It is,” Harry agreed, “you were right sir, these memories will help me understand Voldemort better. The more I understand what makes him tick, the closer I get to destroying the supposed Dark Lord.” He looked down at Fawkes, gently shooing the bird from his lap and stood up. “Headmaster, if that’s all, I’d like to go now. Learning something new about Voldemort, even this, always seems to throw me for a loop.”

“Understandable,” Albus nodded, “you may go. Don’t spend all of your time thinking about the man, for that is all he is, but do try and enjoy the rest of the day.”

“I will,” Harry nodded, “Good day sir.”

“Good day to you as well,” Albus dipped his head in a slight bow and watched as the teen left his office. The moment the door closed, his blues shined maliciously at how his plans were progressing.

“Everything is going according to plan,” Albus smirked to himself, “soon, not only will Voldemort be no more, but so will the brat and then, I will be the most powerful and revered wizard alive.”

Fawkes let out a sad and mournful trill from his perch. He couldn’t believe how the man couldn’t see just how far down the dark path he was spiralling.

~…~

Harry quickened his steps as he headed to Gryffindor tower. A quick Tempus showed that it was just a little after nine, which meant he had spent just over an hour with Dumbledore.

‘I can’t believe that that’s actually his plan,’ Harry thought to himself, ‘I wonder if that’s what all his “lessons” will be like? Him showing me memories of Voldemort’s past. I’ll have to let him know when I see him.’

He still couldn’t believe the trip, he, Lucius, Draco and Voldemort were going on today; he knew it was important, and that it would help with the Dark Lord’s plans for the future and was completely ecstatic and humbled that he was going with.

Shaking his head, he looked up and realized he was standing in front the Gryffindor portrait.

“Hello Harry dear,” the Fat Lady greeted, smiling at him.

“Good morning madam,” Harry grinned at her.

“Oh,” the Fat Lady fluttered her fan, “such manners. You don’t see that much often with this lot.”

“It’s too bad,” Harry smiled, “And how are you this fine day?”

“I’m very well, it was kind of you to ask,” the Fat Lady smiled, “For you my dear, there is no need for a password.” With that, she swung the portrait door open.

“Thank you,” Harry gave a little wave and headed inside. He glanced at the common room, waving at Lavender, Parvati, Dean and Seamus, and headed up the stairs to the dorm.

“Hey Cory,” Harry greeted when he got inside. He walked over to his trunk.

“Hey Harry,” Cory smiled up at his friend. Glancing around, he made sure they were alone, pulled out his wand and cast a Silencing Charm. “What was the lesson about? Did he actually teach you anything?”

Harry sat down on his bed, smiling briefly when Sesshomaru walked over and propped himself on his lap. “His lessons are memories. He has memories of our Lord’s family life before and after he was born and he’s showing them to me because he wants me to better understand how Voldemort came to be.”

“So that’s his plan?” Cory raised an eyebrow. “That’s his big lessons that he’s gonna teach you?”

“Yeah,” Harry snorted. He shifted his pup back to the bed and stood up. “But whatever, we’ve already been shown or taught how to defend ourselves and we do know how to fight.”

He walked over to his trunk, took a small duffle bag and placed it on his bed; turning back to his trunk, he took some clothes out and placed them in the bag before zipping it close and shrinking it before placing it in his pocket. He then turned back to Cory. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Cocking his head to the side, Cory looked at his friend; seconds later, recognition lit up his eyes. “Should we take Kilala and Sesshomaru with us? I think they’ll like it.”

“Let’s,” Harry grinned as he placed Sesshomaru on the floor, as Cory held his kitten in his hand.

A bright light surrounded Sesshomaru and when it disappeared, he was taller than before. Now, he came to a stop just below Harry’s knees.

“Ok, let’s go,” Cory smiled and the two left the dormitory. Bypassing the others in the common room, they headed through the portrait and down the corridor. They didn’t say anything, just enjoyed each other’s presence as they walked.

As if sharing each other’s thoughts, they both turned to head towards the Black Lake. When they were away from the students, they finally spoke.

“How is this going to work?” Cory asked. “I mean, does Lucius have a valid reason for taking Draco?”

“I think he gave a family excuse,” Harry said, “It is a weekend and as a teacher and Lord, I don’t think they can stop him.”

“What about you?” Cory looked over at his friend. “How are you going to explain being gone for the weekend?”

“With help from his brother, of course,” Luna’s voice sounded from behind them and they turned to see the blonde sitting on a rock, Kirara playing at her feet.

“Do I even want to know just how you got there without us noticing?” Cory folded his arms as he looked at his girlfriend.

“It’s simple silly,” Luna giggled, “I was playing with Kirara and the Snorkacks told me to be outside. The Merpeople were a little lonely, so Kirara and I came to talk with them and then that pretty flower told me you were coming, so I waited.”

“Of course,” Harry laughed while Cory rolled his eyes and walked over to sit next to her.

“George is waiting Harry,” Luna said. She then leaned into Cory and started humming.

Hedwig?

|Yes Harry?|

Can you go to George? It’s time. He’ll know when he sees you. Take him to the Shrieking Shack and then come back for me.

|Alright|

“Hedwig’s gone to get George,” Harry told the two.

~…~

Fred was in the back of the shop when Hedwig flashed in. She trilled to get his attention.

“Hey beautiful,” Fred smiled as he walked over to her, “You here for George?”

Hedwig spread her wings and shook herself off before giving a confirmed trill.

“I’ll get him for you,” Fred said. He headed to the front where his brother was tending to a customer. “Hey Forge.”

“Yeah Gred?” George turned to look at his twin.

“Our brother sent his message,” Fred said softly. “It’s in the back.”

George nodded and immediately left his post. Walking into the back, he saw Hedwig and smiled at her. “He’s ready?”

Hedwig nodded.

“Alright,” George walked over to the phoenix. “Let’s go.”

Trilling, Hedwig flew to land on George’s shoulder and the two disappeared in a flash of fire.

~…~

Harry was sitting with Luna and Cory when Hedwig flashed onto his shoulder.

“I’ll see you guys,” Harry said, “should be back by Sunday night.”

“Alright,” Luna smiled, “tell Bill I said hi and tell Fleur she should tell him; he’ll be more pleased than she thinks.”

“Alright,” Harry leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Bye guys.”

“Bye,” Cory said.

With that, Harry and Hedwig flashed out.

~…~

They appeared in the Shrieking Shack, startling George, who was relaxing against the overturned dresser.

“Blimey Harry,” George gasped. “Give a bloke some warning.”

“Sorry,” Harry laughed, “ok. Hedwig will take you back to where Cory and Luna are.”

“Alright,” George nodded, “is she going to take you to meet the others?”

“Yes,” Harry nodded, “then she’s going to come back here and then shift to her owl form and fly back to the school. I’ll be back Sunday night; I’ll send a message to meet somewhere where we’ll switch.” He reached up to his head and plucked out a hair.

“Sounds like a plan,” George nodded and pulled the vial of Polyjuice potion from his pockets.

“Do you need the whole hair? Or will this be enough?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, it’s fine. We tested Polyjuice with different hairs. It works also with a cut up, half or quarter piece if it’s really long hair, but it must be the lower part; the part with the hair root,” George answered. “In this vial is enough Polyjuice for about thirty-six hours, which would be until late Sunday night, just in case you have some kind of problem coming back on time Sunday evening.”

Harry nodded. “That’s good. I’ll give you another hair just in case. I don’t expect any problems, but well, you know my luck…” he smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t look for trouble, but somehow…”

“…trouble finds you little brother,” George finished the sentence with a wry grin.

He uncorked the vial, gingerly eased the hair inside, replaced the cork and shook it carefully. He then opened it again and took one swallow—not too much—because he had tested this also in advance. He breathed out and relaxed his body; seconds later, his face contorted into a slight grimace as his body shifted and changed. Within a minute, Harry was looking into his own face.

“Nice,” George grinned, “ok. Let’s go.”

“Wait, clothes?” Harry asked when he saw they were still wearing their own clothes.

“Whoops!” laughed George, flushing a bit.

Both of them looked at each other for a moment, and then they each turned to walk into a corner of the room and stripped down to his boxers. George summoned Harry’s school uniform and dressed quickly, laying his own clothes into the dresser—after casting a cleaning charm on it.

Meanwhile, Harry took a new outfit from his duffle bag—something befitting a Dark pure-blood heir. Elegant, tailored, dark forest green silk robes accentuated his shoulders and slender waist, with beautiful, delicate golden and silver decorations only on the lapels and hems, depicting feisty golden Nundus—a type of large leopard—pouncing after nimble, silver unicorns in an unending loop. Underneath he would wear a simple white Egyptian cotton shirt, fine dark grey, supple suede leather trousers and polished, dark grey dragon hide boots.

Voldemort and Lucius had advised him on the proper dress code to meet with the pure-blooded French Ministry officials. Harry knew he couldn’t turn up clad in faded Muggle jeans and a T-shirt or in Hogwarts school robes, all of which would be a terrible faux pas.

His colour scheme was coordinated with the clothes the others would wear; it was done so that they would make a spectacular impression of unity and power. Lucius had ordered all the outfits from the same tailor in Rome for them. At first, they had debated to order the robes from Twillfit and Tattings in Diagon Alley, or the French tailor that Lucius usually preferred, but the need to keep this operation secret and at the same time to make a striking appearance in the latest fashion led to the decision to contact Fabio’s from Rome. He had guaranteed them the best materials and craftsmanship money could buy—he cooperated with Brioni, one of the most exclusive Muggle high class Italian fashion designers.

When Harry finished dressing, he turned around to face George, straightening out to his full height. He squared his shoulders, put his chin up and with his face a blank mask, he looked haughtily down upon him.

George was pleasantly shocked. In front of him stood, not the Gryffindor school boy, or his friend, but the arising new Dark Lord Potter.

Harry cocked a brow and smirked at him. “Bye, have fun!”

Before George could say anything, Hedwig grabbed onto his shoulder and flashed him out, returning seconds later to grab Harry and flash him out as well.

~…~

The duo appeared in a library at Malfoy Manor, alerting Draco, Lucius and Voldemort who were sitting on the couches near the fire.

“Harry,” Draco smiled as he stood up. “Good to see you made it.” His eyes travelled his boyfriend’s body, appreciation lighting up the grey orbs. “Wow, you look splendid!”

“Of course,” Harry grinned. “And thanks, you look fine too.” He looked up at Hedwig. “Thanks for the lift girl. You can go now.”

Hedwig ruffled her feathers and trilled. |You don’t have to thank, but it is appreciated. Be careful…all of you…and good luck.|

With that, she flashed out.

Harry turned back to the others and took in their appearance, noticing that they had donned new robes as well; Lucius and Draco both had the same fair complexion and platinum hair, so Lucius had chosen light grey robes decorated with silver winged snakes chasing pure white unicorns, combing with a dark grey vest, black trousers and black dragonhide boots for his ensemble. Draco’s robes sparkled in the same silver, white and light grey, combined with dark grey, the exact shade of grey in Harry’s boots and trousers.

The black colour appeared again in Voldemort’s outfit to accentuate that they belonged together; the Grey and the Darkness.

The two black haired men had agreed to dress similar to show everyone that they were not enemies, but rather, allies. Voldemort’s robes were the same dark, solid forest green colour as Harry, but combined with silver in the accents and black in the lining, a silver vest and his black trousers and dragonhide boots to showcase his status as Slytherin’s heir. So that meant, Harry was the only one with something bright golden on his robes, a subtle allusion to his publically perceived status as Dumbledore’s Gold Gryffindor Boy. And instead of the gold showing a lion, which would be the symbol of Gryffindor, Dumbledore and the Light fraction, it was the Nundu—the darkest and deadliest of all large cats—that was golden with black spots; the giant leopard was currently chasing and occasionally biting and killing the silver unicorn only to get up again and pounce after another fleeing prey.

The decorations on Voldemort’s robes fit the theme of the others; the silver snake of Slytherin, slithering and undulating—not hastily—but leisurely along the lapels and hem, sure of its superiority. It would now and then snap its jaws and devour a flapping, struggling red and muted golden bird—a rendition of a phoenix—next to a unicorn, a well-known symbol of the Light side. For the French, or any other European diplomats they would meet, these attires would be an obvious declaration of their alliance.

Combined with his black hair and Avada Kedavra green eyes, accentuated by the darker forest green robes, Harry knew he looked splendid and handsome, but dangerous. Many people would more than likely get the impression that he was one of two things; the Dark Lord’s apprentice, or his Consort.

“I take it everything is worked out perfectly with whoever took your place?” Lucius question as he stood up as well.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, “George is taking my place. He and Fred are going to switch off, so that the twins are seen, even if it is separately, and Cory and Luna know, so they’re going to help.”

“Excellent,” Voldemort nodded as he stood up as well.

“So, how are we getting to wherever we’re going?” Harry asked as he walked over to where Draco stood.

“Portkey,” Voldemort answered as he held up a grass green book. “Gather ‘round, it will activate in,” He glanced at a decorative, baroque clock, with two rearing unicorns in the middle looking at each other, on top of a bookcase, “five minutes.”

The other three stepped close; Lucius placed a hand on his son’s shoulder while Draco held on to Harry’s waist and Voldemort placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. Their free hands were placed on the book.

Harry tried to read what the book’s title was, which was a bit difficult with all of the fingers on it. He tilted his head a bit and nudged against Draco’s fingers. There! It was a picture of a castle, and Green Guide Fla—Pi—Paris Reg—it was a travel guide to Paris region!

His heart skipped a beat as excitement filled him. He knew they would be in France, Luna’s message helped a lot and from what he knew of the trip, but he didn’t think they would actually be in Paris. It was his first ever trip abroad. He looked first to his right and grinned at Draco, then straight ahead at Lucius, who smiled indulgently at him, and last to his left. He beamed up at the Dark Lord, who smirked back and squeezed his shoulder briefly.

“Soon, hold on,” Voldemort said.

A minute later, the portkey activated and the four felt the sensation as if there was a hook behind their navels that pulled them abruptly upwards; they disappeared from the room.

~…~

Harry stumbled a bit when he landed, but straightened immediately.

“Nice,” Draco chuckled as he held on to him.

“Shut up,” Harry replied with a small grin. He looked around, taking in the sight; they were standing high up on a balcony, overlooking a large city sprawling in all directions. Not flat and boring, but hilly, houses and gables, smaller and taller buildings, tall churches, a gleaming river running through it, many bridges and also, some patches of green sprinkled in between. It was a city like nothing he’d ever seen before. Light coloured and vibrant, he could hear the busy Muggle traffic, and a kind of excited humming in the air—it was the sound of tens of thousands of people talking and laughing at the same time all around him.

“Where are we?” Harry asked as he looked around, wondering if they were in a hotel or a mansion or something else. His eyes caught and stopped on the Eiffel Tower and a look of pure awe engulfed his features. “I can’t believe I’m actually here.”

“Welcome to France, Mr. Potter,” Lucius grinned.

A/N 2: the end of chapter seventeen. So, now that you’ve read, review so we can know what you thought. Again, really sorry for the long wait, but, maybe the H/D smut makes up for it *hopeful expression*

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