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Through the Fire	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25825 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Summary:
Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy. Remus Lupin/Severus Snape. Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
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Warnings: Weasley Bashing/Dumbledore Bashing/Hermione Bashing/Alternate Universe/Magical inheritance/Mpreg/Veela Harry/Sub Harry/Veela Draco/Dom Draco/Magically Strong Harry/Male Slash/Fluff/Romance/Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence.
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All the rights go to J.K. Rowling. I wish I could claim them but I cannot sadly._________________________________________________________________________________
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Chapter 18: Down With the Light Lord
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Chapter Nineteen- Down With the so-called Light Wizard. Part 1
(Same Morning Hermione’s Body was found)
Word of what happened to Hermione spread like fiendfyre. Students gathered outside of the infirmary to get a glimpse of her body. Madam Pomfrey worked feverishly to save what is left of the girl’s body, so that when her soul finally returned to her, her blood vessels and heart would still be intact. A warming charm was placed on her blankets, also monitoring charms for her vitals and nutrition potions that Madam Pomfrey will have to feed her daily. No one knew what had caused this, or how it happened. The students feared it was second year all over again, another basilisk got into the school.
While some students tried to see what was going on in the infirmary, others were trying to get into the Great Hall the doors would not open. No matter what they did or what sort of magic they used, the doors would not open. Even the ever-powerful Lord of the Light, Albus Dumbledore, could not get the Great Hall doors to open.
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“Albus, what are we going to do?” asked a worried Minerva.
Dumbledore looked resigned, with the stress of this morning and now the castle refusing to listen to his command, “It would seem the castle is being very stubborn this morning. We will call for the elves to set up out here so that the students are able to eat.”
The Deputy Headmistress gave a sign, “That is a splendid idea,” she replied. “Winky!” she called out. She expected the elf to appear at once. When the elf did not appear, a worried frown appeared on her face once more. With more force in her voice she called for Winky again and again the elf did not show. That was when she saw the students parted like the red sea. Before her stood Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom and Blaise Zabini. They were dressed in the finest robes she had ever seen.
They were all in black robes. Unlike the traditional robes, these were sleeveless and made of form fitting leather. Underneath the robes, the men wore button down shirts, the colors of Hogwarts house. Potter in green, Malfoy in yellow, Longbottom in red and Zabini in blue. She cast her eyes up and down each man, yes that was what they were men. She could not call them boys because at this moment standing before her were four men. Each had something different about them, besides the way they were dressed. Then it hit her; it was the emblem on their robes. Potter and Longbottom had two while Malfoy and Zabini had one. Each man looked confident and comfortable in his skin, something unexpected was about to happen, she could feel it.
Without saying a word to either the teachers or the Headmaster, Longbottom walked over to the doors and simply opened it. Students and teachers gasped, when all he did was open the door. Why is the castle listening to him? Before either the teachers or students could walk inside, Potter and the rest followed in after Longbottom. When they walked inside, the Great Hall looked completely different. The banner for each house was the same; however, the tables were noticeably different.
The head table held only six chairs, behind four chairs stood a house elf, dressed in a way Minerva has never seen before. They each had on black slacks, and a white shirt to match. The tablecloth was the colors of each Hogwarts houses. The four young men walked up to the table taking a seat. Potter sat in front of the symbol representing Slytherin, Longbottom in front of Gryffindor, Zabini in front of Ravenclaw and the big shocker Malfoy in front of Hufflepuff. To say the whole school was at a standstill watching this event was an understatement. No one moved a muscle or said a word. They all sat down, Potter and Longbottom in the middle, with Zabini and Malfoy on either side.
Minerva was so enthralled by what was happening. She did not see who was behind her, only heard a gasp from the crowd. Spinning around, she came face to face with no other than Lucius Malfoy. What could a member of the board of governors want this morning? Could he have already been notified about Granger? Minerva felt as if her school was spinning out of control.
Albus walked over to the Malfoy Lord, “Lord Malfoy how can I be of assistance to you?”
“At the moment Headmaster, nothing. However, I will need to speak with you about the missing soul of a student.” He walked away without waiting for Albus to respond, making his way over to the head table where his son and Potter sat. Minerva watched as he sat beside his son. Minerva could not fathom what was happening before her eyes. The Headmaster himself was speechless or so she thought.
“Harry my boy, what is the meaning of this?”
Potter stopped what he was doing and stared straight at Albus, meeting his eyes directly. “First things first, Headmaster, let’s make one thing clear. I am not your boy. I am an adult and should be treated and talked to as such. Second, what does it look like I'm doing, I'm having breakfast. Now if you'll excuse me, my family and I would like to have breakfast before we head off to class.” He turned his eyes on her, since the beginning of the year she has notice a change in both Longbottom and Potter. They radiate confidence; also their grades are much better than the previous years. It would be sufficient to say that both Potter and Longbottom have surpassed even Ms. Granger.
“Deputy Headmistress, would like to join us for breakfast? There are a few things Neville and I need to discuss with you.”
She was taken aback by all of this, “I will Mr. Potter but I will need you to answer one question for me.”
He raised an eyebrow so smoothly, the same way Severus always does. “My dear Lady I already know what you want to ask.” He stood up taking out his wand casting a Sonorus “Good Morning all, I know that you are all wondering what is going on. Let me first introduce myself. You all know me as Harry Potter however; as of now I am Duke Slytherin the heir to the houses of Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff.” He turned to Longbottom, “sitting to beside me is my brother and friend Duke Gryffindor Heir to the houses of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw.”
There were few gasp from a few students and murmurings from the rest. Minerva was flabbergasted. She cast her eyes on the Headmaster to see him go stiff as a board at the announcement. Did Albus know?
Potter, I mean Duke Slytherin continued, “It seems” He turned looking straight at the Headmaster, “there are those who have stolen from me and kept important information from me, all for the cause of the greater good. I also know what you all are thinking: Salazar Slytherin was a dark wizard, and practiced dark arts, and also hated muggles and muggle born.” His eyes never left the Headmaster. “Well you were all mislead, the only thing Salazar Slytherin was guilty of doing was loving our world and doing everything within his power: both with his body and magic, was willing to let him to by protect our world. Starting today there are going to be changes to courses that are taught in this prestigious school that my and Neville’s many greats, grandparents built. And to clear up any misconceptions, Voldemort is not and will never be the Heir of Slytherin.”
Minerva did not know what to say, standing before her was not was not a boy but a man who knew what he wanted. The world as she knew it was about to change and she prayed to Merlin for the better.
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To say that Harry was happy was an understatement. To see the look on the Headmaster’s face was priceless, if the man only knew what else Harry had in store for him he would run to the farthest cave and hide there for the rest of his wrinkly old life. But he knew the man well enough now to know that he would not hide. Walking into the Great Hall with his mate and family was only the beginning for what is to come. Last night while Draco was asleep he went to speak to Salazar, he enlisted his help for the next phase of killing the old fool. For the rest of the night Harry and Salazar worked on the potion he needed. It just so happened that Salazar’s had everything they needed for that particular poison.
Last night his house elves went in the Headmaster’s office and switched out his lemon drops for the special poisoned ones that were made last night with Salazar’s help. And with word passing around the castle about what happened to Hermione he knew the man had already had a few of the poisoned lemon drops. The poison is subtle and takes effect over time. Each time he sucks on a lemon drop, baby snake eggs latch onto parts of his body; they will only hatch when he tells a lie about or to Harry. It was an ingenious idea if he did say so himself; Dumbledore will die slowly without Harry even touching him. The side effects were minimal; he will only get a stomachache whenever an egg hatches.
“Harry my boy, what is the meaning of this?”
Harry bristled at that; he was not a boy and especially not Albus Dumbledore’s boy. “First things first, Headmaster, let’s make one thing clear I am not your boy. I am an adult and should be treated and talked to as such. Second, what does it look like I'm doing, I'm having breakfast. Now if you will excuse me, my family and I would like to have enjoy our food before we head off to class.”
He could see the shock on the Headmaster’s face, he would laugh but that would give up the rest of the game. It would be so easy to dismiss and fire the man but Harry wanted to watch as he slowly died, only in his final breath will he know that it was him who made it all possible. He turned to look at Professor McGonagall, “Deputy Headmistress, would like to join us for breakfast there are a few things Neville and I need to discuss with you.”
She looked a bit shocked for a second but responded just the same, “I will Mr. Potter but I will need you to answer one question for me.”
He knew what question was coming he saw it on her and many other faces when they walked into the hall, “My dear Lady I already know what you want to ask.” He stood up taking out his wand casting a Sonorous “Good Morning all, I know that you are all wondering what is going on. Let me first introduce myself. You all know me as Harry Potter however; as of now I am Duke Slytherin, the heir to the houses Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff.” He turned to Longbottom, “Sitting to beside me is my brother and friend Duke Gryffindor, Heir to the houses of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw.”
Harry heard a few gasps at his announcement, he continued as if he did not hear them “It seems,” he then turned and looked into the face of the man that has lied to him his whole life, “there are those who have stolen from me and kept important information from me all for the cause of the greater good. I also know what you all are thinking: Salazar Slytherin was a dark wizard, he practiced dark arts, and also hated muggles and muggle born.” He continued to stare at Dumbledore daring him to refute his claim. He knew the man knew more about the founders than he led the world to believe. No longer will he stand by and let this evil bastard try to rule over the Wizarding world.
“Well you were all mislead, the only thing Salazar Slytherin was guilty of doing was loving our world and doing everything within his power: both with his body and magic, to protect our world. Starting today there are going to be changes to courses that are taught in this prestigious school that my and Neville’s many greats, grandparents built. And to clear up any misconceptions Voldemort is not and will never be the Heir of Slytherin.”
He sat down in his chair ignoring the rest of the crowd. Harry he ordered his breakfast, and after taking a sip of his pumpkin juice, he marveled again how different it tasted from what is normally served from the regular Hogwarts kitchen. Setting his juice down, he looked up noticing that the hall was silent. Professor McGonagall was seated beside Lucius while Dumbledore was at the teachers table seething. He turned to his mate; “Draco I have been meaning to ask, does the food that our elves serve us taste different from what is normally served?”
Draco looked like he was thinking about it for a second, “Now that you ask yes, the fruits taste fresh and the veggies more crisp, almost as if they were picked from the garden then cooked, not tainted.” At the word tainted Harry gasped stood quickly.
“Everyone stop eating!” he yelled. You could hear silverware drop to their plates with a crash. He left his chair and going over to the Gryffindor table he stopped behind Dean then called for Lucius. The older Malfoy got up and walked over to him.
“What is it Harry?”
“I have a feeling that the food we have been eating is laced with potions, can you test it for me?” Lucius waved his wand over Dean’s plate when it glowed purple he gasped.
“It seems you are correct, I think it would be prudent to test one person’s plate from each house.”
During this Harry noticed Draco, Neville and Blaise had gotten up and walked over to someone from each house. Lucius and Harry walked over and tested each plate when they glowed a different color it was shown that they were all laced with certain potions to make them either hate each other, ignore others in pain, be reckless or docile. How did this happen? No wonder the Slytherins and Gryffindors hate each other, and the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs ignore others around them. How long has this been going on?
Then Harry thought back to all he knew about his father and the relationship between his father and Severus, the pranks they pulled and when Severus almost died Harry saw red. He turned and walked over to the Headmaster, “You fucking bastard, you and your manipulations all for what?”
Dumbledore no longer looked like the elderly grandfather, his eyes were no longer twinkling, and that made Harry angrier. “Finally figured it out did you Potter, it took me years to come up with the potions. If it wasn't for you lot and the many others over the years I would not be able to do this.”
Before all their very eyes Dumbledore changed from the old elderly man to a younger version of himself, no one saw that coming. He was slender and fit his hair was longer and blonder in color. He looked nothing you would have thought, “For years I have been feeding off the hate of the students.” He got up stretched his back and arms then walked around to Harry “I know you're wondering how I did it, so I'm going to tell you, no use keeping it a secret now.”
He walked over to Lucius and looked him up and down, “Do you know that before I became the transfiguration professor all the houses got along, it made me sick. I know what you're thinking Malfoy, I am so much like Riddle and you may be right in some sense. After all we were both parentless. He lived in an orphanage and me, well, you know the history: father sent to Azkaban, mother went crazy. When I met Gellert he was so handsome, smart and charismatic. At one point we both wanted the same thing but I wanted to be the only one with the power so I killed him, I loved him but I loved power more.”
Harry looked around, all the students were transfixed; teachers sat in astonishment. No one seemed to be able to move. He turned back to Dumbledore to see him walk over to Draco; Harry froze when he raised his hands to touch Draco’s face. “When I was a boy I hated death, I hated the fact that beauty had to die. Who wouldn't want to live forever? Once I became friends with Nicholas in school I saw his desire for immortality, so he came up with the elixir of life, I would have killed him long ago but he refuse to give me the ingredients not even when I threatened the life of his wife. Little did I know I did not need his elixir. All I needed stay as young as I am now was a few potions and your hate.”
He moved away from Draco and walked over to Neville, “Your cowardness and your fears.” He walked over to Blaise “Ah, I got a bit side tracked, I was talking about when I was a transfiguration teacher, I met another student he was bright, he reminded me of Gellert, his thirst for power was what drew me to him. His hate for muggles and muggleborns told me everything I needed to know about him. Which is why I enlisted him onto my side. He was so gullible to believe he was the heir of Slytherin; I used that to my advantage. I saw how when he spoke others listened; I made him the face of the dark side. You may know him as Tom Marvolo Riddle or Voldemort.” Dumbledore shook his head and chuckled, “Had I known he would have created those damn Horcruxes, I would have killed him long ago.”
He turned to Harry and smirked, the look on his face did not bode well for Harry, “I guess I should tell you, Tom didn't kill your parents.” Harry gasped, as did everyone around him. “Oh he did incapacitated them and gave you the mark on your forehead when he tried to kill you, but the one to say the killing curse was me. The night your parents died Tom and I had a fight on what we should do about you. I knew what the prophecy said but he did not, he was already turning away from what we both wanted. He wanted power; I wanted power, money and prestige. The Wizarding world on a whole are such idiots, they believe Tom was the only one pulling the strings. And your parents, well they were just casualties of a duel between Tom and myself.” He said with a smile on his face.
“I should have killed you then, but it is not too late now.”
He raised his wand to utter a curse, but Harry was quicker. “Expelliarmus, stupefy,” yelled Harry. Dumbledore’s wand flew out of his hand and he froze on the spot. In an instant Lucius and Severus went to either side of Dumbledore holding his forearms to make sure that he would not try to get away. Harry summoned Dumbledore’s wand and felt the magic accept him as the new owner. “Lady of Hogwarts I need your aide.” In that moment she presented herself.
“What is it you require my Heir?”
“Bind his magic and send him to the dungeons under the castle, to await the Aurors.” Harry looked at Dumbledore, “I know, you thought you would reveal some of your secrets and then disappear. Know this Dumbledore, you will die in Azkaban just like your father did, if I don't kill you first.”
He smiled a sadistic smirk then called “Fawkes, come to me,” when Fawkes did not show worry seeped into his eyes.
To prove a point Neville yelled “Fawkes.” Fawkes flashed into the hall and settled onto his shoulder. “You see Dumbledore you might have all this planned but you have no control anymore.” Continued Neville.
His eyes showed his surprised at Nevilles confidence but hid it quickly, “well look at little Longbottom finally grew some balls and crawled out from his grannies knickers". He looked over to Harry, "you have not seen the last of me boy, do you think Tom was the only one I had under my control? You will find I am not so easily killed.”
Harry scoffed at him, “Your threats mean nothing to me Dumbledore.”
Harry was about to turn to Lady Hogwarts to have her take Dumbledore to the Dungeons when he said, “My threats might not scare you Potter but I can't say the something about your Dogfather. ”
This had Harry gasping, “what the fuck are you talking about?” he yelled at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore cackled, literally cackled his eyes looked crazed, he stopped cackling “Poor, poor little misguided Harry, you should see your face right now.”
Harry could not take it anymore he walked over and cracked Dumbledore in the mouth blood gushed from his mouth. Then grabbed him by the lapels of his robes “What about Sirius, tell me?” he said through clenched teeth. “Tell me you bastard, he fell through the veil I saw it with my own eyes.”
Again Dumbledore started to cackle like the mad-hatter this only enraged Harry more he pulled his hand back and cracked Dumbledore again in the face the more he hit Dumbledore the more he cackled. It wasn't until someone he was not sure who it was pulled his away from Dumbledore, that he finally saw the damage he did to Dumbledore’s face, he could careless.
“Get him away from me because when I get free I will slaughter the fucking bastard.”
Neville turned Lady Hogwarts and nodded his head. She closed her eyes and in a flash they were both gone from the still, quiet hall. No one knew what to do or say at the revelation. To know that Dumbledore and Voldemort were working together was not only a shock but also a big blow to the light side. As the muggles say, the shit has hit the fan.
No one moved, or said a word for what seemed like an eternity. Harry pulled himself together. He walked over to Draco who eagerly pulled him into to his arms. “I am so sorry, Love,” he whispered into Harry’s ears. “I wish I could take away your pain right now.”
“Why Draco?” He felt like bawling his eyes out right now. “Why is it always me? Fate is a wicked bitch.” He buried his face into Draco’s chest seeking comfort and solace.
“Harry, I don't know why fate chose you to fuck with, but know this, I will not let fate or anyone else tear us apart. I will always be here to protect you and to fight right beside you.” Harry lifted his head from Draco’s chest to see his face; all he saw was sincerity, and something else he was not ready to name. Someone behind them cleared their throat, when they pulled apart Severus was standing behind them.
“I hate to break up this moment but we have more important things to attend to.” He waved his hand to show the still shocked and silent Great Hall.
“Shit you're right, I completely forgot about our audience. Is there a way we could keep this a secret for now? I know I said I would call the Aurors for Dumbledore, but now that he mentioned Siri, I can’t turn him over yet.”
“I agree it appears from his little display the Headmaster has more secrets and I for one would like to find out what exactly they are before the ministry gets a hold of him,” commented Lucius.
“Does anyone have any suggestions on what we should do now?” asked Draco.
“You know Harry, the power to heal what has been done to the students lies within in the walls of the school.” This came from Luna, who Harry just realized was not seated at the Ravenclaw table. He did not remember if she was even in the Great Hall this whole time. When he looked away from Luna, he saw the twins standing behind her.
“What do you mean, Luna?” Neville asked.
She smiled, “As her Heirs all you need to do is ask her for her help.”
Harry thought about what Luna said. She did not speak in riddles like she used to, so what was it she was trying to say. It was like a light bulb went off in his head. “Neville, I got it, come stand beside me.”
Neville walked over to him, “All we have to do his touch her and ask her to make them forget. The only ones shielded from it will be our inner circle.” Harry did not include Professor McGonagall in their inner circle; as of now he did not know if she could be trusted. He went to one knee placing his still bloody palm flat on the ground. “Ok Nev, here is what we are going to do. Concentrate and ask the Lady to clear their minds and bodies of the potions in the food. I am guessing with her magical core tied to ours as her heirs, we can also heal their minds of the hate and discontent.”
Neville nodded his head. “I’m with you, Harry.”
He copied Harry, kneeling down on one knee, placing his palm flat on the floor. The both took deep breaths then closed their eyes. They concentrated on the magic that would help them bind to Hogwarts. They drowned out everyone and everything around them, so much that they did not feel when Draco and Blaise touched their shoulders, lending them their own magic to the healing process.
Lucius and Severus looked at each other thinking the same thing. This was not going to work. All of a sudden a gold, green, red and blue began to swirl around Harry, and then Neville and by extension Blaise and Draco. From the four boys the color shot to the walls of the Great Hall, then the floors and soon each student and faculty. Each person started to glow. Both men stood transfixed, watching as the student and faculty of Hogwarts became cleansed of whatever Dumbledore had done to them.
To be born with magic and use it every day was astonishing in itself but to see things you never thought possible done is both amazing and beautiful.  Each man was so caught up in their own thoughts that they jumped when the doors to the Great Hall opened, Harry and Neville got up from their position and walked out of the doors with their mates not far behind and separated. Lucius and Severus followed to see what they were doing, Severus felt that it was his job to protect them at this moment and he knew that Lucius felt the same. They ended going in different directions but was still in eyes sight of each other. Lucius followed Harry and Draco while he followed Blaise and Neville.
Magic was still swirling around them, the colors only becoming more vibrant. Both men stopped in front of a wall, putting their hands on the wall in front of them then repeated simultaneously.
“We the Heir of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin, swear to protect you from all who intend to use you for their own gain, to protect you from war and destruction. We are your sword and your shield. We will mend what was broken, serve, protect, heal and educate all who walk your halls. This we swear on our magic, so mote it be.”
When they finished their vow, the ground of Hogwarts began to shake violently as if experiencing an earthquake. Again, the elder wizards grabbed onto any sturdy surface they could find. Screams were heard coming from the Great Hall, as students tried to run for safety, but no one ran from the room. It took all of Severus’s courage to not run and duck for cover himself. He expected bricks, pictures and anything that was not bolted to the ground to crash down around him. Yet, even with the shaking and the moving, the pictures remained unmoved, and no bricks came crashing down on his head. The Heirs of Hogwarts remained unmoved as far as Lucius and Severus could see. They were the only ones that were not in a panic. Whatever was happening magically, they were still in complete control of their bodies.  It seemed like forever before the ground stopped shaking, and the Heirs stopped glowing.
The walls of Hogwarts continued to glow with life. It was as if suddenly the castle was brand new. The castle was majestic before but now there were no words to describe how magnificent she looked now. Severus walked over to Blaise and Neville, noticing that Neville’s glamour had dropped. It seemed they had used too much of their magic repairing the damage to the castle to keep the glamour in place. Blaise looked pale and before Severus could say anything about his appearance, he fainted. Neville caught him before his body could hit the floor.
“Tell Harry we will meet later, I must attend to my mate. My Lady if you please.”
Blaise and Neville disappeared in an instant, before Severus could say anything. The doors to the Great Hall banged open and Minerva came rushing out. She had a parchment in her hands. “Severus, we have a problem, I just received a message from the Ministry it seems Hogwarts has disappeared. And another thing I cannot find Albus anywhere, and what in Merlin was that shaking?”
Severus held on to his Slytherin mask, what did the heirs do to the castle to make it invisible to others? He also, ignored her question and just held out his hand. “Let me have the message Minerva, I will take it to the right person.” She looked at him speculatively.
“Shouldn’t Albus be the one to see this, after all he is the Headmaster?”
“My dear Minerva, Albus Dumbledore is no longer the Headmaster of Hogwarts. It seems you have forgotten the Heirs have claimed their birth right, I am now the Ambassador of Hogwarts; it was a position appointed to me by the Heirs.” Severus was lying through his teeth but there was no need to let her know that.
She looked taken back, he knew that the memories of those in the Great Hall had been altered but the memory of Harry and the others entering and claiming they were the Heirs remained. He stretched his hand out for her to hand him the message. “I will see to it that the Heirs attend to this at once.” With that he turned and walked away to find Lucius, his robes bellowing in his wake.
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He was afraid he did not know what he was going to do, years of planning with the Headmaster was now all for naught. He was not the smart one in the group; his sister and his girlfriend were. Ron knew he was just the muscle. He would have to continue to play the game until he knew what to do.
He was worried about Hermione; she did not look so well. Her skin was pale and her lips were blue. He knew she was still alive, there was a spell monitoring the beating of her heart. The Headmaster said her soul left her body but how?
He was on his way back from the infirmary when the castle began to shake. The display of magic he saw from Harry, Malfoy, Neville, and Zabini was amazing, he heard the words they repeated, felt the ground under his feet shake and saw the glow that came from their bodies. It was a bit unsettling for him to witness first hand. Ron hid away when he saw that they were healing the castle, he may not be the smart one but he figured out that they were the Heirs of Hogwarts. After seeing such display of magic coming from Harry and Neville could one of them be the cause of why Hermione is in the infirmary? He thought about what he just said, and came to the conclusion that Harry was not that clever, powerful yes but not smart enough to think of removing someone’s soul.
He stayed hidden and watched as Snape walked away, and his head of house returned to the Great Hall. He looked around to make sure that no one would see him and then walked into the Great Hall spotting his sister, and made his way to her side. He looked around the hall to see if anyone was shocked and talking about what he had just witnessed. Everyone seemed to be fine. The only thing they talked about was the fact that the ground had been shaking, but not about the fact that Harry and the other three were glowing. No one else must have seen them. Ron wondered what they had done?
“Ron, where have you been?” She asked.
Sitting down beside her, “Hey Gin, I was in the infirmary visiting Mione.” She got a sad look on her face.
“Is she getting any better?” She whispered.
“No, she looks the same. I don’t know what happened to her, Gin. The last thing I knew we were supposed to meet up. We spent practically the whole weekend looking for Potter and could not find him anywhere….”
She gasped, “Ron, did you hear Harry and Neville are the Heirs of Hogwarts. They were in here a few minutes ago. The only thing I remember is that we could not get into the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry, Neville, Malfoy and Zabini came in and then Neville opened the doors with no problem. Harry told us they were the Heirs of Hogwarts and some shit about Salazar Slytherin not being the evil git we were made to believe. Then the castle was shaking as if there was an earthquake, you should have seen it. Everyone was expecting the walls to give away and start crashing down on our heads, so we hid under the table but nothing happened.”
“What!” He yelled, “What did he mean by, that of course he was evil.” He completely ignored everything his sister said, only focusing on the fact that Salazar Slytherin was not as evil as they thought or what he just witnessed outside the hall. He also, noticed that students from different houses sat with each other. For instance, Daphne Greengrass’s younger sister Astoria, who was sorted into Slytherin, was sitting at the Gryffindor table talking amicably with a fellow Gryffindor within her year as if they have been friends since the cradle. It was perplexing, considering that just yesterday Astoria was ready to hex the other girl for looking at her the wrong way, if he remembered correctly.
“I don't know Ron; all I know is that something is not right. One minute we were having breakfast; Astoria was ready to hex the other girl for looking at her the wrong way the next castle started to shake. And, you know what else is crazy, I could sworn the Headmaster was here when we started eating and now he is not here, I don’t remember seeing him get up from where he was sitting.”
At that Ron lifted his eyes to the head table and noticed that it was not where it usually was. Again he was baffled, what the hell happened while he was in the infirmary?
Just as he was about to say something to Ginny about the Greengrass girl, Snape stepped up to the podium to get the students attention. “A few minutes ago, the castle went under a transition. The Heirs of Hogwarts caused the shaking that we experienced. It was their way of helping Hogwarts protect herself from the coming war. As unexpected as it was, they are tremendously grateful that no one was hurt. The Headmaster has resigned from his post and the position of Headmaster is no longer needed. The Heirs of Hogwarts has decided to name me Ambassador of Hogwarts.” There were collective gasps at Snape’s announcement “Also, because they felt everyone would be a bit shaken up, there will be no class for the next two days. And with that you are all dismissed.” He silently stepped down from the podium.
The whole Great Hall cheered at his announcement that they had the next two days off. It seems everyone had forgotten what had just occurred. Yet, Ron did not forget. He had to find the Headmaster and he had no idea where to begin his search. Maybe he would sneak into his office and catch him before he leaves. He got up from the table, “Gin come with me,” taking his sister with him, pulling her out of the Great Hall walking as fast he could and he searched for an empty classroom. Once they were inside, he warded the door and began to pace.
“Gin, we need to go to Professor Dumbledore. Something is not right. He would not leave his post without telling us.”
She looked at him as if this is the first time she had thought about it. “You’re right Ron, with all that we planned. Harry killing Voldemort, marrying me, Dumbledore claiming fame and riches, placing his people into the ministry and soon taking over the Wizarding World after he kills Harry himself.” She stops. “Unless he decided to change his plans without telling us, he wouldn’t do that would he?”
“I don't know Gin. But if he did that and left us high and dry then we are in deep shit,” he told her worriedly.
“Maybe we should write to Mom. She will know what to do.”
“I hope so Gin, I really hope so.”
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Tom Marvolo Riddle also known to the Wizarding World as Lord Voldemort, sat in his office. His serpentine glamour was not in place. Instead, sat a handsome man who was in his early fifties but could pass for a twenty-one year old. He was utterly confused, his most trusted Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrixs LeStrange, were missing. All his plans and schemes seemed to be falling through the cracks. He might have the Wizarding World afraid to speak his name but things were not going according to his plan. He would like to blame the brat Harry Potter but he knew it was all Albus’s fault. How could he have been so blind and so stupid to fall for his tricks, he blamed it all on his youth and naïveté. Albus took advantage of the fact that he knew nothing about being a wizard, the fact that he craved love and used it to get what he wanted. By the time he found out all about what Albus had planned, it was already too late. He had already fallen in love with the man, the fact that Albus didn’t love him back only made him hurt more. He remembered the night he told him those three words.
He was in his last year of Hogwarts; he knew that the next year Albus would be the Headmaster of the school. He did not want to leave his lover’s side; they had made plans to take over the Wizarding World together. He had already gathered the majority of the richest and most influential families as his followers. Albus had shown his appreciation to Tom for all his hard work each and every time he would gain the confidence of another influential family. They believed him when he told them he was the Heir to Slytherin because he could speak to snakes. Who was he to tell them that he was not Slytherin’s Heir? To this day, they believe that he is Salazar Slytherin Heir. No other wizard as far as they knew could speak the forbidden language but Salazar Slytherin himself. That was all the proof they had needed. Albus was going to give him the position of DADA professor. Tom did not care if they ruled the world or not, all he wanted was to be beside his lover.
He was happy at one point in his life. He knew his magic was dark. He was proficient in dark spells; you could say he was a master. They had just made passionate love, when he was lying safe and securely in the arms of the man he thought loved him.
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“Albus,” he lifted his head from the man’s chest and then peppered it with kisses. “There is something that I need to tell you,” he said, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of his lover “I love you.”
Albus did not say anything to him; he just stared at him for what seemed like a long time. “Tom, when we started this I told you to keep your emotions out of it.”
“I know that Albus, I tried not to develop any feeling for you but…”
Albus cut him off “We are only partners in business and yes sometimes we will sleep together when the occasion presents itself. But do keep your love to yourself, I do not want it or need it, all I want from you is your magic and what you can do for me nothing else.”
Tom was so hurt; he did not know what to do. The man he loved just told him that he did not love him, how could he have been so blind as to think he could be loved. He would not cry; he refused to let Albus see how hurt he was. Slowly, he got up from the bed and got dressed. He heard Albus sigh behind him.
“Oh don’t be so sore, you knew I would not and could not love you. You Tom are unlovable. Your magic is too dark for anyone to love you. Come back to bed, I am not done fucking you yet.”
His words cut through Tom’s heart like a knife, how could he not see it? He knew Albus was a cruel man. There were times he would say or do things to show how powerful he was yet he had never said such hateful words to him. Tom steeled himself and turned to see the man he loved still lying in the same spot. He was glorious, his skin tanned as if he had lay in the sun all day, his muscles that went on for days, his eyes still blue as the sea smiling up at him even after the words he just uttered. Tom knew wizards aged slower than muggles but he has always wondered how Albus remained do young. Whenever he asked, Albus changed the subject.
It scared him that one day he would die or grow old and his lover would remain young, which was why in secret he started researching how to stay immortal. Albus stretched out his hand for Tom to come back beside him. But he shook his head no; Tom needed time to think to get away. Tom backed from him, “Don’t run from me Tom, you will not like what will happen if I catch you.” He did not care; he needed to get as far away from this man as possible. He needed to pull himself together.
“How could you?”
“How could I what, tell you the truth rather than let you believe that I love you. I love no one but power and prestige, Tom.”
“What of our plans, the things you promised me?” I felt like a fool.
“Yes, I have made promises to you, and I have planned for things to happen in the Wizarding World with you by my side. But in all of those promises and plans, did I ever say that we have a future together as lovers?” My answer must have been written all over my face. He smiled; it was an evil smile that only I got to see. At one point I thought it made him look Machiavellian and powerful when it was directed at someone else but now, when it was directed at me I felt nothing but disgust. “Oh let me guess, you thought because I fucked you that you were special. I will admit you are beautiful and I enjoy seeing you writhe under my touch but know this Tom, you are not the only one I take to my bed, and my dear boy, you won’t be the last.”
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That was the night Tom realized love was a useless emotion, it made you weak and gave others the right to use it to hurt you. After leaving Dumbledore’s room, he went to the Chambers of Secret. It was his place of solitude. Everyone heard of Salazar Slytherin’s hidden room but no one knew how to find it or get inside it. It was in that room that he removed the first piece of his soul, putting it in the diary. He kept his distance from Albus after that, only corresponding through owls. He further investigated his family, and found out who is father was. He felt nothing for the man when he killed him and put the blame on his uncle.
After graduating from Hogwarts, he went back expecting Albus to fulfill his promise by giving him the position of DADA professor. He should have guessed that Albus would go back on his word, yet he was still foolish enough to believe the man would keep his word. When he was refused the position, he cursed it; no one will hold the positions for more than a year. From then on he made plans to cut ties from Dumbledore. He dug deeper into the dark arts and his campaign against muggles. He pleaded with the ICW and the Wizengamot that in order to keep the magical world hidden from the muggles, they needed to separate the muggleborns and half bloods from their world. His aim was for a better, stronger, and more powerful world. He was opposed from all sides.
His biggest challenger was Albus, who publicly opposed him at every turn. He did not know what his reasons were for going against him because that was their plan all along: separation. For witches and wizards to practice magic how they saw fit, no matter the spell. Whenever he would start to feel any kind of hurt over the losing or the man he loved, he would remove more of his soul. Tom did not realize that he was being driven to insanity. He didn’t notice that the more pieces he removed the less sane he became or that he no longer looked like a man that women and men desired, all he wanted was to not feel.
He gathered more followers as the years went, traveled the magical continent to learn all he could about magic, not just dark magic but light and grey. The more that people refused to side with him, the more bloodthirsty he became in killing those that stood in his way. It was sometime after when one of his followers, Severus, came to him and told him of a prophecy he had heard that pertained to a child killing him. From that moment on, Tom kidnapped and killed all mothers that were newly pregnant or in their sixth month. He did not care if they were carrying a boy or girl; they had to die.
The only newborn children and parents he left alive were those of his followers. When Peter the rat came to him and told him that James and Lily Potter and the Longbottom’s both had a baby boy about 18 months ago and he went stark raving mad. How had he missed those two during his vast search? To learn that Severus was once close to the Potter woman and did not tell him that she was with child made him even angrier. The only thing that saved his Potion’s Master was the fact that he had not spoken to the Potter woman since before they graduated from Hogwarts. He should have found it odd when Severus begged him to spare the woman when he set out to kill the child and mother.
But in his excitement of possibly finding the prophesied child, he ignored whatever his gut was telling him and went to the address that Peter gave him. When he got to the Potter’s home that night, he watched in the shadows as mother and father played with the child. He had no plans to kill them that night knowing where they were was all that mattered, let them enjoy the little time they had together as a family. He had plans to make. Maybe he could change destiny, kill the father, take the child and raise him to be his assassin, after all what is a Dark Lord without the perfect killing machine? His plans changed when he saw Albus at their door, he watched as he entered the house without knocking. The family was not surprised to see him. What was his game thought Tom, Albus knew this was the child that is suppose to kill him, he was showing signs of aging yet something was not right. Wanting to find out the answer, he came out from his hiding place, blast the door open, and stunned the mother and father. That night was somewhat of a blur; he remembered that he and Albus argued, threw hexes and spells at each other, a couple of avada kavadas were thrown. The mother and father died with the mother begging for her son’s life.
He turned his wand to the crying child to silence him, forgetting his plan to take and raise the child for his own use; he yelled the killing curse. When the flash of green disappeared, he expected to see the soulless eyes of the child staring back at him; instead something went horribly wrong and his body died that night. He did not know that he had transferred the seventh piece of his soul into the child. He travelled the world without a body thinking about his mistakes. The fact that he let love rule everything that he did was one of his biggest mistakes. When he returned his only goal was killing Albus and the Boy Who Lived. Albus would feel his wrath for using him as if he was nothing but trash, for stepping on his heart and then discarding it as if it was worthless.
The world might see Dumbledore as the grandfatherly figure he wants them to see, but Tom knows that Dumbledore is evil to his magical core. If only enough he was sane enough that night to remember his plan for the boy because killing the boy now was his only objective. Tom had also found out the rest of the prophecy. He knew it had nothing to do with love because love had no place in his heart or his life. Call him foolish for using the world to get his revenge on all those who hurt him but they were right about one thing, he was unlovable. He wished his mother was alive so he could kill her all over again. Her foolish stand on love started all of this. Living and growing up with muggles, his hate for them only served to open the door to Dumbledore, who broke his heart. When he came back this time, he made sure that his heart was firmly locked away. Only his anger and hate would drive his need to take over the world.   Yes, he will kill the Potter boy and all who stand with him but the sweetest kill of all will be Albus Dumbledore.
There was a knock at his door, placing his glamour back in place. “Enter.” It was Parkinson, on any day he could stand to be in the man’s presence but on a day like today after visiting memory lane, he was not in the mood. He watched as Parkinson walked in and went to his knees, waiting for Tom to speak. “Rise.” He got to his feet and started pacing.
“My Lord, something… I cannot believe it myself! It is just not possible but I saw it with my own eyes….”
“You will stop your blabbering and tell me what it is you wish to say or I will crucio and not stop until you are no longer breathing.”
That stopped Parkinson mid pace. He took a deep breath, “My apology, my Lord. It is just I planned on visiting my daughter today at Hogwarts. It was my plan to speak with the Malfoy boy on his intentions toward my daughter. I got to where the wards for the school are to find Hogwarts disappearing right before my eyes.”
Now Tom was a reasonable man, as the Dark Lord he kept his emotions in check when he is in front of his followers but today with his emotions already on the cusp of breaking. He knew he surprised Parkinson when he jumped up then yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK…HOW CAN A CASTLE GO MISSING…HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING AGAIN!”
“No my Lord, I have not had a drop of spirits since your return my Lord. I do not understand, one minute it was there in sight and then another it was gone.”
Tom stared at Parkinson, he did not know whether he believed him or not. “Show me.” He walked closer to the man, looked in his eyes them and whispered “Legilimence.” He was then pulled into the man’s mind. Tom saw it all, he saw Parkinson reach the wards then look at the majestic castle only for it to disappear in a blink of an eye. He was shocked beyond belief. “Who would be powerful enough to make the castle disappear?” He wondered out loud.
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Back at the castle Harry and Draco were resting comfortable in their room, they had exerted a lot of power this morning protecting the castle. It was not something that was planned by either of them. They only wanted the students and teachers to forget what they heard. It was as if Blaise, Harry, Neville and Draco were of one mind and body for just that moment in time. The words they spoke came from their hearts, the castle was their home and theirs to protect. Draco opened his eyes to notice he was in his room; he was not sure how he got there. Harry was lying beside him cuddled into his side. Draco reached for Harry and drew him closer. He needed him to be near; he could feel a shift coming, he wanted to cover his mate, protect him from all of the big bad that was out there in the world. He already had a plan to get revenge on Harry’s muggle family; they need to pay for all the hurt they caused him. Just from talking with Harry, he knew the best way to make them hurt without casting a single spell. Their greed would be there downfall; he would enlist his father for help. As the dominant in the relationship it was his job to protect his mate, and avenge any wrong that was done to him. After he was done with Harry’s muggle family, he would set his sights on those Weasels, especially the Weaselet bitch. He would not ask for any help dealing with those traitors, he smiled thinking this was something he very much wanted to deal with personally.
Change to Draco could not think of his mate suffering from the hurt they had caused. He pulled Harry tighter into his arms; he did not want to lose this. Draco loved the feeling of having his mate in his arms, or the thought that one day they will have kits. Speaking of kits, he needed to broach the subject of taking the relationship to the next level. Harry would soon go through the mating heat and Draco knows he will not be able to resist him. The fact that they were not bonded as of yet would only make Harry that much more irresistible. Usually most Veelas when they found their life mate would bond within 48 hours, this way when the submissive mate goes through their mating heat it would not matter if they were to conceive or not. The time frame between findings their Veela mate and their first heat cycle is three month, by his estimation from the time he first kissed Harry to today their three-month time period is almost up. Placing a kiss to Harry’s forehead making sure that he was still resting, Draco slowly slipped from the bed, putting on a dressing gown and exited the room as silently as possible.
He needed to talk with his father. It is time he went shopping for bonding rings. Draco wanted a matching set for them both to feel claimed by the other. He knew he was doing this backwards but he needed to speak with Severus and Lupin about bonding with Harry, maybe they could also talk/torture that bastard Dumbledore and find out what he did with Harry’s godfather, hopefully they could find him before they bonding ceremony. He prayed to every deity he could think of hoping that Dumbledore was not lying about Sirius because he cannot see his Harry hurt anymore. Bringing his mind back to his original plan of action, he wanted to do this right; so speaking with Harry’s current guardians was his top priority after buying a pair of rings that is. Being with Harry was the most important thing in his life at this moment; everything else will be put on hold. He hoped he would get their permission and be able to start planning the bonding ceremony tonight. By this time next week Harry would become Harry Jamison Potter-Malfoy!
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