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

What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems. Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs. She wants to go home, but nobody's home. It's where she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes. Broken inside. - Avril Lavigne

Gregory Goyle looked around his new room and sighed. It was a nice enough room, but it was so... empty. Ever since he'd first come to Hogwarts he'd always shared a room with the other boys. Crabbe, Malfoy, Zabini and Nott had always been there, every year. It was one of the few constants he had in his life, one of the only things that was thrust upon him that he really hadnindeinded. Now he was alone, and while it was preferable to having to join the Dark Lord, it was still lonely.
Opening the wardrobe, Goyle sighed again as he looked at his new school uniforms. Skirts, blouses, robes and knee socks. There were even a pair of low-heeled dress shoes.
He just had to remind himself that this was his choice, and as long as Potter won the war - and didn't get himself killed - it wasn't permanent either.
But he still wasn't happy about the loss of his dick.
~!~
"Harry," Hermione leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear. "Does something seem, I don't know, off about Professor Snape today?"
Harry looked to the front of the room where the Potions Master was sitting at his desk, a scowl on his face, and rearranging himself in his chair every couple of minutes. He allowed himself a brief smile before schooling his features and facing his friend. "He seems fine to me. I suppose if you really want to know if there's something wrong, you could always follow him around at night," Harnswenswered and then returned to his notes, completely ignoring Hermione's slight gasp.
The rest of the class passed in a somewhat strained manner as Harry continued to copy the notes from the board and pretend that he didn't notice Hermione watching him. He had a plan in mind to pay her and Ron back for being nosey. He just needed to talk to Dracost. st. If it went off the way he wanted it to, they'd never spy on him again.
~!~
The rest of the day had passed uneventfully and Harry and Draco were now secreted away in their little hide away down in the Chamber of Secrets.
"Merlin, Harry! Are you serious?" Draco exclaimed somewhat horrified. "All this time, you've trusted the man to look out for you, to guide you, and he's the reason you've lost so much." Draco shook his head sadly. "My father always said he was a meddling old fool, but I never really gave it much thought."
"I know. When I think of everything he's cost me..." Harry trailed off as his eyes narrowed in anger. Draco put his arms around Harry but the other boy shrugged him off and began pacing back and forth in the room.
"I could have been normal, Draco. I could have been raised as a wizard, in a real home with a family that loved me. I might have had siblings, a little brother or sister, I would have known Sirius my whole life, he wouldn't have died defending me." Draco could feel Harry's power as it filled the room. He only hoped the other boy calmed himself before something happened. Looking up at his lover from where he'd taken a seat on the couch, he doubted that calm was anywhere near Harry's range of emotions at the moment.
"I wouldn't have this stupid fucking scar and be the sodding Boy-Who-Lived!" Harry spat as he stopped facefaced his lover. The anger drained away leaving behind hurt and confusion.
"Why would he do that, Draco, why? I mean, my parents had a plan - they were going to leave the country; we would have been safe. Instead I grew up with mugglho hho hated me, who locked me in a cupboard and called me a freak. I don't understand," Harry finished softly as Draco pulled him down onto the sofa and held him close.
"I don't know why, Harry. I don't understand it either but you don't ever have to see those muggles again, or go back to the muggle world at all if you don't want to. I'll teach you everything you need to know about being a wizard, the stuff you should have been taught growing up. You're not alone in this Harry, you have me, and I'm not going anywhere."
Harry sighed and snuggled into Draco's arms. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" he whispered into the blonde's neck. "You've seen what I'm capable of, you know how strong I am, hell, I hurt you without even trying to last night. Why aren't you scared?"
"Because," Draco said and then dropped a kiss to Harry's temple. "You're not a bad man, Harry. You won't hurt me, I know that as well as I know my own name. Yes, you have power, yes I can feel it coming off you in waves when you get angry, but you have more control than any witch or wizard I've ever met. That and you have your Gryffindor morals," Draco finished with a chuckle.
"Dumbledore fears me," Harry whispered.
"And well he should," Draco replied. "He's done nothing but manipulate you from day one. He knows his own guilt, and that is what makes him afraid."
Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes. "I want him dead, Draco. I know I shouldn't but I do. He's cost me so much..."
"I know, Harry. One thing at a time though, alright? First we get rid of Voldemort, then, if you still feel that you want Dumbledore out of the picture, we'll figure something out."
Harry sighed and buried his face in Draco's chest. "I'm considering killing my Headmaster. Does that make me psychotic?"
"No, Harry," Draco tipped Harry's face up and kissed him. "It makes you human."
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~!~

Things were quiet in the Slytherin seventh-year boys' dorm. Only two of the original five members of the room were present and neither one was talking. Neither one could. The threats that mad made to them - on what would happen if they tried to tell anyone - were weighing heavily on their minds. They weren't sure if they could talk to one another about it and neither one wanted to run the risk to find out.
Blaise Zabini's bed had been stripped bare earlier that day, his trunk was gone and all of his belongings with it. The curtains were open and tied back to the bed-posts, looking for all the world as though it had never been occupied.
Vincent Crabbe closed his eyes and tried not to remember the first time they'd met, how an eleven-year-old Blaise Zabini had jumped up and down on his bed laughing - until an unimpressed Draco Malfoy had hexed him and told him to stop acting like a bloody idiot and behave like a Slytherin.
It had been the beginning of their rivalry, friendly as it was. Malfoy wanted to rule the school, and Zabini wanted to be Malfoy. It was why he had been so eager to take his place at Voldemort's side, why he had gone after Potter with a vengeance, why he was now dead and would never amount to anything. He'd behaved the way he thought a Slytherin should, he'd allied himself with power. Only problem was, Malfoy was a better Slytherin - he always had been - and he allied himself with the more powerful of the two wizards at war: Harry Potter.
If he hadn't seen firsthand what Potter was capable of, he would have never believed it possible. But he had seen the power the Gryffindor possessed, he had felt it. It wasn't anything like he expected. Light wizards were supposed to be all good and pure, saving the world for peace and love and fluffy little puppies. Potter was not light. He was as dark as the depths of hell.
And yeah, maybe they deserved it after what they'd done, but it didn't make it any easier to deal with. The saviour of the wizard world, the honourable Gryffindor, the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Torture-His-Enemies was more powerful than the Dark Lord, had a Malfoy at his side, and pure unadulterated hatred running through his veins. In short, as far as Vincent was concerned, the world - and everyone in it - was in big trouble.
~!~
"Ginny," Becky Wood called through the closed bed-curtains. "Ginny, what's wrong?"
Inside the locked curtains, Ginny Weasley lay staring at the ceiling while her roommate grew more and more frustrated. She didn't care, nothing mattered anymore. Harry was never going to be hers. Not as long as Malfoy was around. And without Harry, Ginny wanted to die.
"Ginevra Weasley! If you don't open those curtains and tell me what's wrong, right this minute, I'll set them on f"
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