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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 19
- 20
A/N~ So we have gotten to the part of the story that is like the outer bands of the hurricane. Once this passes there will be an eye of calm… Just to prepare you. Enjoy…
Djaddict – thank you, I have to start reading the chapters aloud to ensure they flow. I have fixed what you pointed out and more…lol I really am trying to progress the characters on a normal level, not too fast or too slow…
Thrnbrooke – Thank you, hope you like this update… the next will be in a couple days, still tweaking..
Preview for Chapter 20 - Taunting Fate (Augur Unleashed) “There was no one that would stop him. He had the power of the earth at his fingertips, the wind in his mouth and death in his eyes.”
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Chapter 19 - Breaking Fate

Harry and Draco were the first to arrive in the Room of Requirements. Harry held on to Draco, his arm wrapped possessively around the blond’s middle. Draco did not seem to mind, he only settled into the hold just a bit more. When the others arrived, Harry reluctantly let go and start sorted them into groups of 4. He had them each start their normal practice rotations against the mechanical death eaters. Madam Pomfrey waited for Harry to call to her when she was needed.
After about 20 or so rounds, Harry was impressed, everyone had really practiced and gotten faster. He was said as much, earning him smiles. Harry walked to the center of the room and used a few rocks the room provided. He called on Poppy to help him.
“Transfigure one male student, and one female student. I’ll take care of a house elf, and a teacher.” Harry instructed.
She nodded and they got to work. Harry needed each one to be as representative for the spells as possible, so he dug into some of the Augur knowledge. In just a few minutes, they had four bodies on the floor.
Harry went to the first one and pointed his wand and broke the male student’s nose, and gave it a few bruises and scrapes. He mirrored it for the other bodies.
“Now for the first charm, Most of you should know it already. But in case you don’t I will demonstrate.” Harry swirled his arm and flicked at one of the scrapes “Episkey” The scrape was healed quickly. “Now you try. Madam Pomfrey and I will work with your posture, wand movement, and enunciation for each of the healing charms we will be performing. Remember, the faster you are at them, the more time you can buy yourself or others in a fight.”
The students went into their groups and started practicing on the transfigured bodies in front of them. The first spell seemed to be grasped easy enough by everyone.
“The next one is the Ferula charm, this one binds and splints any broken bones or fractures. You will need to have some type of binding available, the splint will be magically structured to fit the person you are mending.” He demonstrated the tight wand movement, and then turned to conjure bindings next to each ‘victim’. “You can use a conjuring spell to gain bindings and an elongation charm to get them the correct length.”
Harry demonstrated on his own leg, the splint form fitted to keep his knee straight and the binding wrapped slowly around his leg. “With enough practice you can get faster with this as well. Always make sure you have transported your victim to a safe location first, as they will not be able to move that limb.” Harry instructed. And he let them start practicing, and Madam Pomfrey had to help Ron with the pronunciation a few times. Harry helped Neville with the wand movement, he was producing sparks not bindings. Not everyone seemed to get this particular spell that well, but they all eventually produced a splint with acceptable bindings.
Harry used the provided board and wrote the other spells up. He had everyone watch as he demonstrated the wand movements for each one. “Now we have Reparifors, this spell will repair a minor magical injury. Next we have Turgeo, this cleans blood from wounds, and is necessary before attempting to seal a wound. The next ones are the hardest to master. You have to be precise, and if there is more than one wound, you will need time. Vulnera Sanentur, heals deep lacerations. The Vulnera Adurere, will cauterize when someone has lost a limb to keep them from bleeding out. Caeco Invorto will counter the effects of any spell that causes blindness. Please note this will not work against any spell that removes the eyes or burns them. And finally for a last resort, Denuo Cor. This will attempt to restart a heart that has stopped beating. It does not require magic to be present, so natural events like a heart attack can be helped even in the case of a muggle.” Harry explained.
“We will not be practicing them all today, but I want you all to witness the wand movements, and a demonstration. Work on the splinting spell and Reparifors today.” Harry continued before moving over to the bodies. Harry moved over to just the male student. He started with a cutting curse and removed the blood and healed the wounds. Next he demonstrated cauterization, the blindness restoration spell and finally the CPR spell.
He let the rest of the time be for practice. He was exhausted by the end of the night. Draco and Harry both fell into bed depleted, leaving just enough energy for a soft kiss, before Harry gathered Draco in his arms and they fell asleep.
Draco woke in heaven’s arms, soft and safe. He rolled over to look at Harry, only to find him watching instead.
“So what are the adventures for today?” Draco asked with a smirk, he was not really expecting the answer Harry replied with.
“Tonight is the night I need to get the artifacts destroyed, I need you for one of them. Are you up for it?” Harry asked quietly.
“Sure, what do you need?” Draco asked, lazily tracing his fingers over Harry’s chest.
“You will be destroying Ravenclaw’s diadem.” Harry stated.
“As in THE diadem? Where did you find that?” Draco asked, he propped himself up to look a Harry properly.
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that part of Voldemort lives in it. Everyone will need to destroy them at the same time. The full moon will help to boost our power to ensure each one is completely devoid of dark magic.” Harry explained, “The diadem no longer has any value, the dark spell destroyed any goodness that was left in the artifact. The only artifact that has value is the ring… I need to keep that for later. No matter what happens that cannot get lost.”
Draco mumbled about dark lords screwing stuff up and got up to get ready. They parted ways, Draco for class, and Harry for the Headmaster’s office to go over next week’s schedule. He stopped by Severus’ office to talk to the man, knocking loud enough so he would be heard if the man was in his chambers.
Severus opened the door, impeccable as ever.
“Do you even sleep? You always look as if you were always ready.” Harry commented.
“Some would call that, good manners, Mr. Potter.” Severus offered with a small smile.
Harry was still getting used to smiles from his ex-Potions Professor. “I would like to make a request of you. I need you to help me with one of those dark artifacts tonight. I think the full moon is the best, and if you would like to meet me in the girl’s bathroom on the first floor, we will get it done tonight.” Harry requested.
“A girl’s bathroom?” Severus asked his eyebrow arched high.
“Well, there is a bonus in it for you.” Harry said with a smile..
“What kind?” Severus asked truly curious.
“More of your Christmas present, or at least as much as you can carry.” He noted Severus’ flush, “NOT THAT PRESENT. The one in the box.”
Severus chuckled, “I wasn’t implying anything Harry, I can amuse my mind with memories at times. I assure you, I will be prepared.”
Harry smiled and just shook his head, he did not want to know.
“I’ll see you then.” Harry said and went off to see the Headmaster.
Harry spend the rest of the day going over his curriculum, and the schedule for the next week in the Headmaster’s office. He missed lunch so that he could go to his new office. Dumbledore gave him the keys and password. Draco stood just outside the classroom, a grin on his face, and the teaching robes in his hands.
They walked into the classroom together, Harry’s mind fell towards his memories. The years he spent in this room, learning about himself, his family, his enemy, and so much more. Draco’s hand tightened in his, and he helped Harry put on the robes.
“They look good on you. Make you look older...even though I am the old man in our relationship.” Draco said, a sly smile dripping off his lips. Harry groaned at the implication and rolled his eyes.
“So does my student want the first tour of the teacher’s office?” Harry grinned and tugged Draco’s hand and walked up the stone stairs to his office. He opened the door, expecting the pink walls and kittens, only to find it bare and earthy. The desk stood in the middle, with the fireplace to the left. Other than that, it was empty and ready for Harry to put his own touches on it. Harry’s wand came up swiftly and the door shut silently, Draco heard the distinct locking behind him, and saw a yellow spell flow silently to the walls that surrounded them. Draco looked up into green eyes full of fire and want, his mouth went dry. Every student’s fantasy about to come true, a sexy teacher, a desk, and time on their hands.
Harry stalked his blond, until Draco’s back was against the wall. His body pinned his lover to the wall, his knee pressed into the junction of Draco’s thighs, bringing a heated gasp from luscious lips. Harry felt dark and sinful at the moment, and he wanted to debauch the purity of the man in front of him. He grasped Draco’s face, fingers curled behind blond hair, thumb pressing into open lips. Gasping as Draco sucked on it hard, making his cock stand straight. He needed and he took Draco into himself as he descended on that sweet mouth, perfectly ripe for him. Their lips were the most perfect fit, and the sensuous movements of Harry’s mouth drew soft moans from Draco. Harry’s breath was Draco’s they breathed fire into each other as they kissed, searing one another as their tongues slid in sweet caresses together. Harry was caught up in the sensations, his knee massaging Draco softly, his own erection pressed hard against a soft thigh. He broke their kiss to catch his breath and start a slow tasting of milky flesh below him.
Draco let the fire take him, when their lips met, he was soaring. The addiction that was Harry Potter was flowing in his veins, rushing ecstasy to his brain and body. He could not help but to moan and gasp as he pressed against Harry’s knee, he was in a state of bliss. The loss of Harry’s lips was only a brief moment of grief as he inclined his neck to give Harry better access.
“Harry!” Draco cried as he felt the heated shock of Harry’s lips on him. He cried out again when Harry lifted him and he wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist bringing their hard cocks together. Draco felt an increase of heat sweeping over him as Harry carried him over to the desk. His neck was peppered with more heated kisses, and he held on for all he was worth, afraid he would melt before they got to the desk. To his surprise, Harry put him down and turned him around.
Harry could not hold out much longer, his body craved Draco’s. He picked up his blond and broke his lips from the delectable neck to whisper Draco’s name when their lengths pressed together. He walked them closer to the desk, tasting pure addictive flesh as he went. He needed more and wanted to try something new, just the image in his head hardened him further. He put Draco down, and turned him. He pressed his lover over the desk and used his wand to quickly disrobe his alabaster beauty. His breath hitched as it always did when he saw the raw loveliness in front of him. His hands stroked and feathered across the perfect skin, he let his mouth follow, leaving a trail of heat down Draco’s back. There was a strangled cry when Draco figured out his target. He held Draco still, as he pushed his face into the creamy globes before him, whispering a cleansing charm. Draco was drenched in his own scent of honey and lemons, and a musk that sent more delirious sparks into Harry’s brain and made his mouth water. He reached to part them and was rewarded by a beautiful pink pucker that winked at him, and Draco let out a sweet moan when he blew his breath across it. Oh he wanted it so much more… He opened his mouth to let the taste of Draco, his addiction explode on his tongue. He licked the perfect edges first, Draco mewled in bliss, the texture was sweet and smooth, and he delved further. He buried his tongue in that tight opening, savoring Draco’s flavor, his scent and the perfect sounds that made his cock spasm uncontrollably. He was leaking, but he ignored his own needs, and tended to his lover. His tongue flicked, pushed, and then speared in and out. His hands were stroking Draco’s perfect thighs.
“Harry...I need you…” Draco cried out, it was almost too much, but yet not enough.
Draco was pressed down against the desk, and in a moment he felt the rush of cool air against his skin. The hot kisses to his back were so soft at first, only small sparks ignited, until Harry went lower and he ached with a delicious tension. Only when Harry reached the small of his back did he understand Harry’s intention. He tried to move, they had never done that before… Harry held him still, and his cock throbbed at the sinful nature of what Harry was about to do. It was incredible, and he couldn’t stop the sounds that poured out of him when he felt the hot breath ghost across his entrance, and then Harry was there with his tongue. Draco’s insides caught on fire and ripped through him as his blood flowed, he couldn’t see anything but white pleasure. Every strike and plunge of that hot tongue took him closer to the edge, but he could not reach it. The pain from all the pleasure building was too much. He needed his angel buried deep, taking them both over the edge. Draco groaned when Harry’s tongue was gone. He was turned and his lips were captured once again and his body was pressed up against Harry’s, skin to skin, fever to fever. Draco pressed hard against Harry’s leg trying to get some friction to help him find release. Harry’s hot hands gripped his waist and picked him up and sat him on the desk, and he could feel the clothed head of Harry’s flesh against his entrance. “Please…” was all he could mutter and was taken to heaven when Harry was naked and pulling his body tight to him, burying himself deep and Draco moaned loud and leaned back. The friction was terrifyingly beautiful.
Harry gave into Draco’s pleading, and turned him around. His resistance was gone, and he gave into every whim and took Draco’s lips once again, sharing Draco’s flavor. He moved them to a better position after Draco started to grind into his leg. Harry was quick to dispel his own clothes. He nudged against the perfect entrance, and pushed home with the plea off those perfect lips. He drank in the sexy sight before him, Draco leaned back, every alabaster angle of skin was shining back up at him, and he looked down, and watched mesmerized as he pulled out and then sank back in. The sensation was overwhelming, he reached and grasped Draco’s length and started to slowly stroke it in time with his thrusts. Draco was keening then, high pitched wails begging for release. Harry stroked faster and snapped his hips faster, losing himself in the tightness of Draco. He shifted just a bit to his left and hit Draco’s sweet spot, sending the blond to pour into his hands, and he held back his own orgasm no longer. He plunged in two more times before releasing deep within Draco. He gathered the blond to him and held them together, as they shook violently with aftershocks of their bliss.
“I love you…” Harry whispered.
“Love you too... Professor.” Draco whispered back, a sexy smirk on his face… making them both laugh. They cleaned up after their bodies had calmed down. Draco started to plan out the decorations in Harry’s office. Harry would be more tasteful than Lockhart and Umbridge, and probably livelier than Remus or Crouch Jr.… Though he had no clue how Quirrell decorated. Harry wanted the office to reflect balance. Funny how balance was not an altogether important part of his life until the vision or Draco. He wondered what would have happened had he accepted Draco’s first offer of friendship. What would his path have been had he let himself be sorted into Slytherin. Could he have been here? Would he have been worthy of the power he now held? Would he have been seduced by the dark arts? He looked over at Draco who cleared a stray pink blotch from the wall. If you had asked him last year, or at least in his fourth year did he see anything good in Draco, he probably would have shrugged. Now though, looking at Draco was like looking at the moon and purity, while looking in the mirror was like looking at the darkness of the earth.
“You ready to go? I got class in twenty minutes. Dinner will be fun, you get to sit with the teacher’s tonight.” Draco stated.
Harry grinned, “The better to watch every move you make.”
Draco blushed.
Dinner brought with it a sense of being the one everyone was watching. The Headmaster introduced him as the Youngest Teacher in Hogwarts history, to which Harry saw Hermione nodding… He raved about Harry’s accomplishments in his teaching levels, and praised his Gryffindor integrity. Harry stood, waved and sat back down, not wanting speeches. He noted the pride flowing from the Gryffindor table, the smiles from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, and some grim features at the Slytherin table. There were a few notables, Draco who beamed at him, Pansy and Blaise who offered a raised glass, Millicent who just did not look mad, and Vincent who looked ready to explode. Greg was just focused on the food, as if anything else was meaningless. Harry did not like the look that passed Vincent’s face as he glanced over at Draco.
It was well after curfew when Harry and Draco stood waiting in Myrtle’s bathroom. Myrtle for her good sense greeted Harry with a squeal and tried to kiss him, the cold was unnerving. Draco set her straight, and she went off to mope. Ron and Hermione showed up looking a bit peckish.
“Are we really going to destroy…” Ron was shushed by Hermione. “Not here Ron, let’s wait for Professor Snape to get here ok.”
“I have arrived, Ms. Granger…” Severus’ dark voice had them all turning.
Harry walked over to the sinks, he saw Draco shiver and grinned. He locked eyes with the blond when he spoke the words to open the entrance. The beautiful shiver made him ache to pull Draco closer.
Severus watched and smirked when he finally realized the significance of Draco’s Christmas present. Only Draco… He continued to watch in interest as the opening appeared before them.
“We can either jump, or I and Professor Snape can fly you down. Your choice.” Harry offered.
“I’ll jump thanks,” Ron said hastily, and leaped, muttering a cushioning charm on the way down. Hermione followed and Harry looked at Draco.
“You know what I prefer…”Draco drawled haughtily. Harry smiled and moved behind him wrapping his arm around Draco’s middle, and they flew, fast, and smoothly. Their feet landed solidly just in front of the massive metal door. Severus joined them just a moment later, his own trail of smoke dissipating. Harry never let go of Draco as he spoke the words to open the large door. His arm and body taking in Draco’s reaction and promised in a whisper to give him later, making Draco shiver even more. He let go to lead the way into the chamber.
“As promised Professor, I hope you know what to do with all of that.” Harry said as he pointed to the massive carcass in front of them.
“Oh…. my… I never thought… It’s HUGE…” Severus sputtered.
“And you thought it would be what? A pet chameleon?” Harry asked humor gracing his voice.
Severus glared at Harry then, but there was a softness, and a worry that caught Harry off guard. Severus was worried about what happened, as he did not know. Harry smiled, it was nice to have someone like Snape worried after him, he hoped that when all was said and done, Sirius and Severus would be like the parents he never had. They both offered unique qualities that suited him, Sirius offered the affection he needed, and sometimes the youthful vision. Severus was all practicality and would never coat the truth behind lies.
Severus set to work cutting and segregating various parts, and shrinking them down to vial size. It took only minutes before he had the entire carcass encapsulated.
“Perfect, now I can set everything up for what we need.” Harry said. He handed each person a silver blade. Then pulled a vial of dark green liquid and let his wand send the liquid to coat each blade. The blades absorbed the liquid and then gleamed in the darkness.
Harry then went to the mouth of Slytherin and retrieved four packages. He set them out in a square on the ground. He then he moved to transfigure the ground under each item, until they were raised on small pedestals, and he unwrapped each one and sent chains over each to hold it in place.
Harry walked to the center, between all four objects, and pointed his wand at the ceiling, casting a revealing charm so the moonlight could filter in. The dark chamber became lit with the beautiful glow of the moon.
“Ron, you are to stand next to the locket please.” Harry instructed, “Hermione, you are to stand next to the cup. Professor, the ring if you please. Draco, the diadem.”
Everyone seemed to realize the seriousness of the moment. They took their positions next to the artifact.
“When the moon peaks, each of you is to plunge the dagger into the center of the artifact. Be prepared, for harsh winds, rushing water, fire, or scenes that will make you angry. No matter what you must destroy the artifact. Do not look at others, or worry about anything else except the destruction of those artifacts. Promise me on your magic you will focus only on your artifact and destroy it.” Harry implored.
“I promise.” Each one muttered of their own accord. Threads of magic bound them. Harry was satisfied. He dropped to his knees and waited, this was going to be one hell of a night, and he braced for it. Voldemort would not feel it, but Harry would. He was not prepared for the intensity, totally unprepared.
The moon reached its peak and each one raised their blades, the locket was the first to react. Ron was taken aback by the vision of Harry and Hermione wrapped up in each other. The effect was one of his worst fears, but his courage reminded him of Harry and Draco’s love, and he plunged his dagger deep. Draco was similarly affected, the diadem called to him, promising power and glory, only the purity of his heart restored by his angel assisted him, and he plunged his knife with as much force as he could muster. Hermione hesitated for a moment, and pushed hard, not bothering with any pretense the cup offered.
Severus suffered the most, the alluring vision of Lily was conjured for him, gesturing for him to embrace her. It was a siren’s call from his dreams. His heart jumped, but then settled down cold to her, his mind supplied him with the scent of spice and wild, and he pushed his knife in deep, tears falling as he did so. For Severus, he was not destroying a dark artifact. He was killing a dream, a ghost of his past that never should have been.
Harry braced for the storm, the tearing of his mind, and when it came, it was more than he ever remembered. His flesh was trembling with the pain, his mouth opened in a scream that filled the chamber. His arms were stretched out from his body and his head felt like it was ripping open, his eyes were burning, and if his flesh could fall, it would have. Pain sliced his head, his arms, his legs, his chest, his eyes, his back, he was floating in acid. He wanted to give up and let the pain receded, but he held on, swimming through the sea of pain. His lungs were viced with each breath he dragged in, it felt like he was drinking sulphur. He could cry out no more, his eyes rolled back as he let oblivion take him.
They all watched as the storms Harry predicted came. The fire, the wind, the water, swirled around them, and then all crashed upon Harry, a scream shattered their hearts, the searing pain could be felt by them all in the emotion of that cry. Draco moved to run to Harry, but Severus held him. There was nothing they could do at the moment. They watched Harry, his face marred with pain, his scar leaking blood, his body arched off the ground then slamming back. They could hear the cracks of bones, and the sickening thud of his body repeatedly thumping onto the stone floor. When the storm subsided, Draco broke free and ran to Harry. Tears were falling, Draco was begging for Harry to answer him, but there was nothing. Harry was broken, barely breathing and Draco could not comfort him, his own heart shattered at the sight. Severus started taking care of the bones, setting them, splinting others. Hermione was cleaning the bruises. “We need to call the Headmaster, He can get Harry to the infirmary faster.” Ron said.
Severus nodded, “Expecto Patronum!” A large dog appeared, Severus stood there, dumbfounded, and it vanished.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Professor….Expecto Patronum!” Hermione cast, and her otter flew out of her wand, “Headmaster, Chamber of Secrets, girls bathroom first floor, quickly.”
The otter took off bounding off the walls.
“Did Harry say what to do with the artifacts, after the Horcrux were destroyed?” Hermione asked everyone.
Draco’s tear streaked face looked up at her, “He only said the ring needed a safe place. He was going to take it to our room afterwards. The others were not mentioned.” His arms cradled Harry’s body close, so he could still feel the heartbeat.
Hermione made quick work of the chains holding the artifacts to the pillars. She picked up each one and put them back where Harry had put them, and then gave the ring to Draco. She sent the pillars back and the chamber was once as it used to be.
White smoke streamed into the room, and the Headmaster stood observing the rest of them.
“What happened?” He asked Severus.
“We destroyed the horcruxes. And it seemed that Harry bore the brunt of the curses put on them.” Severus said.
“Let me apparate him to Poppy.” Dumbledore said as he reached for the man in Draco’s arms. Draco was reluctant to let go, but he did. Dumbledore had a suspicion, but he kept that to himself. It was Harry’s secret to keep, though he knew Hermione was looking a little too suspicious herself. That girl was too keen by far.
Severus strode into his rooms, pale and worn down. Sirius was waiting for him, watching his mood, gauging what he should do. There was a wounded look in Severus’ eyes when they reached his own. Sirius crossed the distance between them, took the darker man’s hand and slowly led him to the bedroom. He diligently plucked the buttons, and dropped fabric piece by piece. Sirius sank to his knees, and started undoing the buttons, when Severus’ arms grasped at him. Severus pulled him up, their bodies pressed hard together, but the look he was given was unknown to him.
Severus’ heart felt abused, his mind felt weary. He let himself be led to the bedroom. It wasn’t until Sirius sank to his knees that the dam inside Severus broke. Emotions from ages past swamped him, only to be washed away under the wave of such deep love that he almost buckled under the onslaught. He reached for Sirius, the only one would could calm his storm. Pressed tightly, as if they were one body, Severus searched Sirius’ eyes, looking for the acceptance he had a hard time understanding.
It was there, always there, with the unfaltering love and submission. Severus cherished this, he was not soft, but he knew that before him was the greatest gift his heart would ever know. One of his hands bunched in Sirius’ wavy dark hair, and he pulled gently watching as his lover’s eyes closed. The expanse of throat before him was perfect, blemished by his marks alone. The scent was intoxicating, wild and free, like a forest wind filling him with freedom. He tasted, savoring the way the skin felt on his tongue, soft and addicting. His tongue traced the pulse from behind Sirius’ ear down to the juncture, and he bit softly, pulling a sweet moan from his lover’s mouth. He backed them up, until the back of Sirius’ knees hit the bed. Sirius moved to sit, but Severus stopped him by pressing their bodies tighter and growling under his bite. This stilled the man, and Severus continued, adding his hands to the mix, tearing buttons and tossing fabric. He let his mouth slide further down, nipping at the flesh above the mutt’s heart. His curiosity led him to take a dark nipple into his mouth and he found bliss in the cries filling his ears. He would prove his love, show his mutt, that he could try...he might never surrender, but he could take the body before him into his mouth. Severus sank lower, taking scent and emotion into himself. He growled at Sirius anytime the mutt tried to sit on the bed, and for a moment that stilled him. He looked up, letting his onyx gaze capture the awed eyes of his lover, “Don’t move, and don’t cum till I give you leave…” His mutt was struck dumb, and he liked that, but he wanted cries and moans, and so he massaged the hardness encased in trousers and earned a few.
Sirius was playing with fire, and getting burned in a most delicious way. He could not read the mixed emotions in Severus, but the slow way his neck was exposed told him something. His Dark Prince needed something from him tonight. He would let Severus lead, and he was in a blissful state when he realized they were against the bed. He moved to sit, and the growl that erupted out of Severus sent chills to mingle with the electric shocks from that dark mouth feasting on his flesh. Then came the nips that were maddening, and the nipple, he cried out, his own voice torn from him. Sirius was mesmerized watching Severus fall to his knees. The man was dominant to the core...And then the order, Sirius shivered, praying he could control himself, nothing… nothing in the world set his body on a crash course with his orgasm, like seeing those onyx eyes looking at him from below, and the anticipation of the world’s most sinful mouth on him...His hardness ached, hurt and those talented fingers massaged it to a more painful hardness. And when he was free of his pants and trousers, he held his breath. Hell’s inferno engulfed him, the fires licked his body starting from his groin and rising to his entire body. Then there was cold air, and he was breathing so shallowly...Trying to keep his heart inside his chest. Then that mouth surrounded him again and again… Severus pulled off letting the cold hit his erection then sucked him back in, it was incredible, shocking and if he wasn’t careful, he would disobey.
“Sev...I can't hold on…” He cried out as Severus took him deeper, hotter, and tighter.
Cold air…”You will wait…” Severus growled, sliding a cold object onto his shaft, The pressure was too much, yet he could not explode if he wanted to… He looked down to see a metal ring circling the base of his cock, the head purple and leaking. Raven hair swished and he was back in Hell’s fire, this time with an added bonus… a finger was probing him. He wanted to buck hard and then push back, but Severus’ hand on his hip kept him agonizingly still.
Severus had never done this, but he had learned from Sirius, and would do his best. He looked at the beautiful cock in front of him. He went for it, all in… and took as much as he could in one go… Sirius’ flavor washed over him, it was wild and imperfect, but so amazing. Severus let go, licking his lips and delved back in… Over and over he feasted, tasting, sucking and licking, drawing pearls of deliciousness into his mouth. Sirius’ plea caused him to resort to more torturous methods, he wanted more, and Sirius would provide. He conjured the cock ring and slid it on… His mutt looked so perfect, he wanted more and he took what he wanted… pausing to slick his fingers and press into the tightness he would soon be joining. The power and the energy was addicting. He pulled off only to hear the groans from his lover. He pushed, letting Sirius fall back onto the bed. He brought heavy legs up to his shoulders as he let his pants fall, and lubricated his cock with his lovers flowing offering… He was slow, and maintained eye contact the entire time, until he was fully sheathed and Sirius’ eyes started to close…
“Look at me, pet…” Severus called, earning him a dazed look as he pulled out almost all the way, and slowly pushed back in again. He knew he had found the spot when Sirius wailed, his cock was dripping more, Severus reached down to dip his fingers and swirl them around the tip of Sirius’ purple cock. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean…
“Your taste is extraordinary...I could drink everything…I will drink everything...” Severus whispered, letting his velvet voice flow sensuously earning a louder groan and more mewling moans…. He stroked harder, needing his own release, but he wanted to wait for the right moment…
Sirius was so hard, his body ready to explode, but he was held back. When Severus entered him tenderly, his body contracted, but still he could not release… the pressure building so high… and Severus let his mouth speak words that sent him soaring higher...just the picture of Severus drinking from him was enough to make him die with pleasure.
Severus was close, but he did not want to end first… he pulled out and let his mutt cry for the loss, only to lock eyes with his lover…
“When I take this off.. Cum hard for me… pet… and know ...this day...I love you.” Severus said as his mouth took Sirius deep. He let the cock ring dissolve and was treated to his name crashing over him as he drank the salty nectar that was Sirius… He sucked trying to pull more from his lover, and when there was nothing left, he pulled off and looked up….Sirius just stared at him, heaving while trying to catch his breath.
Sirius felt the loss when Severus pulled out, he needed release. Severus struck him hard with his words… Love… Severus loved him, all his dreams were realized in that moment, but the heat that surrounded him and the loss of the ring sent him over the edge. He came harder than ever, toes curled, fingers dug deep into the sheets, and he threw his head back and screamed his lover’s name.
“Are you ready for me...love?” Severus asked, and just the limp nod had Severus’ moving to present his cock to those lips he loved so much. Sirius was sated, and floating. He was slow in his ministrations, causing Severus to groan aloud and grasp his head, begging for faster treatment. Sirius loved the feel of hard steel in his mouth, knowing he was the cause was intoxicating. He wrapped his lips hard and pulled back, only to plunge forward quickly sinking to the root, letting the heaviness slip into his throat. He had gotten used to the depth, and he swallowed, contracting around the head of Severus’ cock.
“Sirius!” Severus called as the mutt’s throat milked him. He watched as Sirius stayed, inhaling his scent as he constricted his throat time and again, taking him closer to the edge. Severus could wait no longer and grasped Sirius’ face between his palms and started to quickly stroke in and out. He needed to fill his mutt’s mouth, needed to see the submission in those beautiful eyes… and he looked down and screamed his release as his eyes drank in the total submission and love he saw there.
Sirius was happy to indulge his senses in Severus’ scent. He loved the feel, the taste and being filled completely with Severus’ need. Sirius would have smiled if he could, when Severus gave in to his own want and fucked his mouth. It felt good to be used, to hear his name falling from his lover’s lips. Watching his lover was pure magic, he wanted Severus to see his love, feel it, burn in it… And then Severus was filling him with his seed, Sirius swallowed hard, dragging more liquid and moans from his lover. He was quickly pulled into a searing kiss… He tasted himself, and Severus in the kiss and he was finally whole and happy. He wrapped his arms around his Dark Prince and they fell, breathing hard, kissing with abandon, and just enjoying the feel of being together.
Poppy fussed over Harry, mending the wounds, and soon he was resting comfortably by the next morning. Sunday evening he woke, aching and sore everywhere. Draco was there by his side of course, and that made him smile.
When Draco saw Harry’s eyes open and focus on him, a weight on his chest fell. He started to breathe easier. He reached out his hand and smacked Harry lightly on the shoulder, earning him a groan.
“Don’t scare me like that, I hate seeing you in pain.” Draco ground out, he was upset and wanted Harry to know it.
“I didn’t know it would be that bad, It was bearable each time in my vision.” Harry stated.
“Each time what?” Draco asked.
“Each time we destroyed one.” Harry supplied.
“You destroyed them separately in your vision?”
“Yes…”
“You’re an idiot… did you not think that at the same time all the pain would be amplified?”
“I had not thought about that.”
“Of course not.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I can’t think of everything.”
“Well if you shared with me more, I could see what you don’t see.” Draco grouched.
Harry sighed, Draco was his other half and would bare half of his burden.
“I am not sure I can tell you everything. You know that.” Harry said with resignation.
Draco was up and next to him instantly, his hands stroking Harry’s face.
“I know that, I just worry. I want to know to be prepared. But I understand there are some things that have to be and things that can’t be talked about...I just love you and seeing you in pain is heart wrenching.” His eyes spoke of his own pain watching Harry break in front of him.
“There will be another time, Draco. One more time, and it will be harder than this time. Only one more that I know of that will scare you, but do not lose your faith in me. I can say no more than that. Even then when everything seems lost, remember these words, it is not lost, only the beginning.” Harry said, trying to raise his hand to touch Draco, but only managing to move it to rest on Draco’s leg.
Draco nodded, and kissed him. It was soft, sweet and full of sorrow. Draco pulled back looking into Harry’s eyes, letting his love flow over him and flood into Harry. Harry’s eyes closed and he let himself absorb the gift Draco gave him that love filled him and made his body feel stronger and the ache receded.
Harry was able to go back to their rooms with Draco that evening, he was ordered to take it easy. That made the next week easier, all he had to do was sit and observe. He took notes on the students. Professor McGonagall and Professor Sinistra had stepped in to fill the position for the interim.
On Tuesday Harry was in the library, putting some ideas for a practical exercise for the first years together. His spine tingled, and he waited, hoping this time he did not need to intervene.
“The time is upon us Lucius, thank you for finding Nagini’s fate. I will look into it.… is everything in place for today?” Voldemort inquired.
“Yes my Lord. Everything is ready, the Dementors will leave their post in an hour’s time, giving us a two hour window to do what we need.” Lucius responded.
“Very good, you will wait for my return at your home. I will bring friends of course.” Voldemort informed him.
“Yes, my Lord.” Lucius replied.
“Go now… I will be off… Amycus!” Voldemort called out.
The connection with Harry was broken as Lucius left the old manor house.
The Dark Lord waited for the death eater to enter.
“I have news and a mission for you. You will not be with me and the rest when we free the others. I have decided to hurt Harry Potter in a special way and have him broken before we make our move on the prophecy. A young man has made me aware that Harry has bonded with the younger Malfoy. You will retrieve the traitor in the forest where you will meet the young man. You are to torture the boy slowly, I want no inch of flesh spared. Do not inform Lucius yet. I want the pleasure and I will send others to help you. When the boy is almost dead, call for me… I will take care of him and then let Potter know publicly.” Voldemort explained his smile was wicked and grotesque at the same time.
Amycus only nodded a gleeful smile was plastered on his face. Breaking the young Malfoy will be a pleasure.
Rumors of the mass breakout in Azkaban were flying all over Hogwarts. Harry did not want to listen to them, he was busy taking notes and paying attention to the progress of students. Students he would be teaching next week. Harry entered the great hall for dinner and moved to sit at the head table when shivers of fear ran down his spine. He looked over to the Slytherin table, and saw that Blaise and Gregory were looking rather stressed, Vincent was not with them, and Draco was not there either. Harry stopped, in the middle of the great hall.
A scream of pain and terror was ripped from his throat involuntarily. Pain flared through his entire body, all of his nerves contracting, he was still standing under the tremendous pain, yet his eyes were searching for the source. There was no source in this room, the pain was not his own. His back felt like it was being ripped open. He looked up to the high table to see mirrored faces, stunned in shock and fear.
“Draco…” it was a choked cry, filled with agony...another flash of pain, as if his feet were being torn apart rushed through him...Harry lost his balance and consciousness, his head would have cracked against the floor had the headmaster not cushioned his fall with a well place spell. The hall broke out into loud chatter, several of the teachers raced to him, a few Slytherins and Gryffindors as well. Harry’s body was convulsing as if being constantly struck.
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Chapter 19 - Breaking Fate