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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Updated: 6.18.16
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Warning: breath play, dom/sub, oral

Diplomacy
August
Remus landed in New York city and immediately collapsed. His consciousness swam in and out of focus until an arched ceiling with a golden dome came slowly into focus. It took him several seconds to make sense of up and down and realize he was looking at a ceiling and not a wall. Groaning, he rolled off his back and onto his side, pushing up with his arms to wobble into a sitting position.
Immediately, a happy female voice accosted him. “Welcome to Magical America. It takes time to recover from international Portkey. Take a few minutes and then move over here, please, to register your wand and magical signature.”
Remus turned his head, feeling like hot metal was strung through every joint. It wasn't much different from the aftereffects of his transformation, so he was able to push through it. A bouncy blond in Muggle clothes stood to the side by a podium. Remus's bags were already on a table being searched magically by two burly men, also in Muggle clothes. The blue-eyed witch gave him a smile and gestured him over. Remus obediently pushed to his feet and stiffly made his way to her.
“Wow. You must be strong. Didn't take you long at all,” she said cheerfully, popping her gum. “Name, country of origin, and reason for traveling, please.”
“Remus John Lupin, England, personal reasons,” he answered mildly.
“Okay. Wand, please. Then I will ask you to cast your favorite spell on this book, please, sir.”
Remus handed over his wand. She placed it in her book and shut it. She held it shut for a good minute before opening her book and handing it back. Remus aimed at the pages and cast, “Expecto Patronum!” He saw calligraphy and runes appear in a quick stream before she shut it and snapped her gum again.
“Alrighty. Your bags have been cleared. You are currently on the basement level of the Woolworth building at 233 Broadway, Manhattan, in the city of New York. Please remember that Exposure to Mundanes is strictly prohibited and will be met with extreme consequences. We ask you to refrain from magical dress unless in a warded and secure location. Otherwise please wear the current Mundane style of clothes appropriate for your age and gender.”
Remus flushed. He'd been so confident in his new robes, but he'd still managed to get it wrong. Albus had provided him a modest wardrobe and access to a small account. It wouldn't do to be dressed in rags and dirt poor while on a rescue slash diplomatic mission, after all. “Is there anywhere I can change?”
“Bathroom's down the hall to the left,” she answered with a friendly smile. “While you are here, you are obligated to obey all of M.C.N.A. laws. That includes no interactions with Mundanes past what is absolutely necessary, especially sexual relations. If you have need of company, there are appropriate services offered in the magical district. The magical district is located underground. Here is map with labeled entrances. Those magical residences and businesses above ground are color coordinated. All residences are marked in green; the few businesses are marked in blue. Any questions?”
“I, um,” Remus began, then shaking his head, he straightened his shoulders. “I must report I am an infected Lycanthrope.”
“Ah,” she said and gave him a sympathetic smile. It was so unexpected that Remus nearly gaped. “There are seminars being held regularly that discuss the newly developed trance meditation that has shown remarkable results of taming the wild energy of the beast.” She reached into her podium and retrieved another map. “Times and dates are marked here along with the locations. Also, there are containment areas north of the city where you will be safe to run on the night of the moon. The containment field has a medical station with fully trained Healers to tend to you afterwards. If you fail to check in to the field by 5pm on the night of the moon, you will be retrieved and immediately extradited the next morning.”
Hands trembling, Remus accepted the map. He looked into her eyes and offered a sincere, “Thank you.”
She patted his hand gently. “No worries. Any other questions?”
Remus cleared his throat. “Um, is there any way I can schedule an appointment with your Head Auror or the President? It's a matter of prophecy. I can say no more than that.”
She gave him an odd look, but she nodded. “I will check. Please change and wait in the lobby. I will find you.”
“Thank you, Miss....”
“Betty Thompson,” she answered with a wink and smile.
…
Remus had to wait more than five hours, but he was grateful for the reprieve. The Woolworth Building was amazing. The old gothic architecture was fascinating and the marbled floors and arched ceilings were painted with extraordinary renditions of old maps and ornate art. The views from the windows of the sprawling city were just as breathtaking.
There were Wizarding shops and newsstands, a cafe, and other things to occupy his time. Just as Miss Thompson had indicated, everyone was dressed as Muggles. Except for the few magical things on display, he could be in a Muggle office building and not tell the difference. Another thing that intrigued him was the lack of wands. Most of the wizards he watched did minor wandless magic or did things the Muggle way. He didn't see a single wand in use. When Miss Thompson found him as promised, he asked her about it.
“Wands are used for great magics or rituals. We find it wasteful to use wanded magic constantly. Magic is to be respected, not cheapened with minor chores,” she said casually, not realizing she was saying something remarkable to his British way of thinking. “Here we are.”
From the length of time they had spent on the elevator, Remus suspected they were on the top floor of the massive building. They stepped out into a foyer as grand as anything seen in the Ministry. People were wearing magical attire, but it was very different from what he was used to in Britain.
Many of the robes were in pastel or pale colors instead of exclusively in dark colors as Remus was used to seeing. The robe material was thin and simple, more of a Greek or Roman style of dress, and there were feathers and rustic cords with bones, runes, and crystals hanging from necks and wrists. Large silver and cold rings with precious stones adorned many fingers, and a few people carried staves.
Remus followed his guide feeling lost, but all he had to do was think of his Harry and a wave of determination would wash through him, giving him strength.
He was led to two massive doors that Miss Thompson opened with a wave of her hand. She gestured him further into the room but did not follow. Instead, she shut the doors behind him. Remus stood in an office. There were magical devices on shelves, books lining the walls, and a massive fireplace. A huge arched window stood at the far side of the room. Dark purple curtains were hooked on either side and could be drawn to shut out the light. The floor held a huge emblem of an eagle against a golden circle with the American flag and golden stars around it's head.
Near the window an enormous desk with papers and other odds and ends sat, and behind the desk was a man that looked only ten years Remus's senior. He was of Native American decent and had long, glossy black hair that hung straight as a ruler down the middle of his back. He wore pale silver robes and at least a dozen necklaces in various lengths with charms and crystals. His skin was tan and he had round black eyes that seemed to peer into Remus's soul. Remus swallowed hard and slowly approached the desk.
“I am President Cyrus Smackhammer. I was told you had a matter of prophecy to discuss with me.” The man had a deep, melodious voice and an aura of power.
Remus had to clear his throat as he tried to remember the speech he and Albus had worked on. “I have come on urgent business regarding the future safety of the magical worlds. However, I cannot reveal more to you without an Unbreakable Vow that you will not communicate what I am about to tell you to others. It is crucial that this information does not go public.”
Those dark eyes watched him thoughtfully. The president's face was angular with a strong jaw. There were faint scars on his right cheek and through his left eyebrow. He was smooth skinned, wearing no beard, and his robes were decorated with feathers along his waist. A few could be seen woven into his long hair. He had a staff in a holder next to his chair. It was thick and almost as tall as Remus. Runes were carved into its entire length. Bones, beads, and feathers fell from a cord wrapped around the top.
Slowly, Smackhammer rose and Remus had to look up. The President had to be taller than six foot five. He moved around the desk and offered his right hand. Magic shrouded the man, and Remus's fingers shook, feeling the calluses against his palm. Voice smooth and even, President Smackhammer invoked his magic and swore the Vow. Remus felt the bind settle on the man and shivered at the weight of that magic.
The president released him and took a single step back. “What trouble do you bring to my land, Mr. Lupin?”
“The boy of prophecy, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, was sold by his Muggle family into Muggle slavery last November. We traced him to North America, but no more specific than that. I need help trying to rescue him.”
“That is horrible news,” Smackhammer said gravely. “But how does this concern the future of the magical world? If the boy had a prophecy, I would think it already accomplished.”
Remus shook his head. “He has completed half of his prophecy. Unfortunately, there is evidence that Voldemort will rise again. Harry has yet to vanquish him completely. Without Harry, exposure to the Muggle world will be inevitable.”
Stackhammer's frown deepened and he gestured Remus to a seat on the couch set off to the side. With a gesture of the President's hand, a chair was summoned and he sat at an angle to Remus. “Tell me more. I need to know as much as possible if I am to help you. As I am bound to silence, there is no reason not to confide in me.”
Remus knew he could say that was as much as the President needed to know. America was no one's ally. They were guarded and secretive, but they were also upfront about their position in the world. And allies or not, Stackhammer did care about Voldemort, the madman was a threat to them all. He also cared about a magical child in Muggle hands. Remus wanted Harry back as quickly as possible. He honestly did not care about the diplomatic relationships between nations. Not right now. So he told Stackhammer all that he knew, which wasn't much anyway.
After he finished his tale, the President stood and put a hand on his shoulder. He stared down at Remus solemnly. “We will find your Harry if he is still alive.”
Remus nodded, throat tight with emotion. “Thank you, President Smackhammer.”
…
September
* It's okay, Harry. Jess and Liam will be here soon. Take deep breaths, * Draco told his boy, all the while staring stonily at the woman sitting in front of him.
She had directed him to a couch and handed him a slightly tattered teddybear. She wore glasses and her brown hair up in a messy bun. Her cream button-down shirt was pulled taut across her large breasts. The brown skirt she wore fell just past her knees. She kept smiling at him and asking him questions in a soft voice. Questions like, Do you feel safe at home? Has anyone ever touched you in strange places? How do you feel about Harry?
Draco refused to say a word. He stared at her blankly and talked to Harry in his head. He could feel the tension in his boy build and it put him on edge, a mix of – anxiety guilt - coming through the bond.
It was all so annoying. The problem wasn't them, it was the school. Everything about school was stupid. Like for example getting in trouble for defending yourself, but the kid who started it doesn't have anything happen. Or the constant screaming and disobedience of the class. Or the stupid baby books about useless things they had to read. It was six hours of irritation and headache for no clear reason that Draco could figure out. He had no idea why school was mandatory, nor why Liam put so much emphasis on it.
“Draco, I want to help you. I promise, if you just talk to me, I can make all the bad things go away,” she told him, leaning down to look him in the eye. She put a hand on his thigh. “If someone is hurting you, you need to tell me.”
Draco's lips parted in a snarl, his eyes going metallic. “Get your hand off me,” he told her coldly.
With a gasp, she yanked away from him. “I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to...”
Harry's emotional torment faded into a feeling of - relief trust. Draco relaxed. Jess must have arrived.
…
Harry hated school. Hated the busy class and the constant noise. Hated how he kept getting Draco in trouble. He'd tried to tell Draco to leave it be, to not bother when the other kids pushed him or took the things he was using, but Draco wouldn't listen. He would push the kids and take the things back, and then the other kids would cry, and then Draco would be in trouble. All because of Harry.
And so Harry had started to not let the other kids take his things. Because he didn't want Draco to get in trouble. He'd hold on and push the kids back, and then he would be in trouble for fighting. And no matter how hard Harry tried, his stomach would still twist when the teacher was mad at him, but then Draco would come and kiss him and pet him and make him feel better, which was nice, and school was finally working, but then the teacher found them hiding in the bathroom kissing. Now they were separated, and Harry was scared and confused and so sorry. He wanted to go home and never come back to school again.
The woman wearing black pants and a pink shirt sat beside him in an office. She looked at him with serious eyes that made Harry tremble with their weight. “Who taught you to kiss like that, Harry? You're not in trouble, but I need to know if I'm going to help you. Is Draco the first person to kiss you? Or someone else?”
Harry watched through is bangs, wishing he could just curl up and fade away until Draco found him. His hands twisted his purple shirt until it pulled tight, half of it twisted up in his hands.
The woman's eyes dropped to his skin and then flashed up in a glare. “Where'd you get those bruises, Harry?”
Harry glanced down and saw almost gone yellow green bruises on his side from Draco. The marks made him feel comfortable, reassured him Draco had him, but they were almost gone now, so it sent another layer of anxiety slithering through his body. He burst into tears.
The woman moved forward to wrap him in her arms and Harry panicked. He flailed his arms, a thin whine rising in this throat. Suddenly the door burst open and Jess strode into the room.
“Let go of my son,” she demanded icily.
Harry went limp with relief. Jess had come just as Draco had promised. He stared up at the Japanese woman, sniffling and needing comfort. She stepped closer and flicked her fingers in a 'come' gesture. Harry, heart hammering, gratefully scrambled off his seat and hid behind her legs. He pressed himself close and just tried to breathe like Draco wanted.
The woman in the pink shirt stood and crossed her arms. Her blond hair fell around her face and down over her shoulders. She looked mad. “I'm Dr. Hughes, the school guidance counselor. Thank you for coming. I'm sorry to say there was an incident in class today. Harry was found behaving very inappropriately with another boy. It was very shocking and concerning to the teacher and staff. Ms. Yagami, can you explain the bruises on Harry's chest?”
Harry darted a quick glance up at Jess. She looked intense. Jess was shorter and smaller than the other woman, but it was the doctor who was flushed in the face and shifting her weight uncertainly.
“I would think you would try and gather all the facts before jumping to conclusions, Dr. Hughes,” Jess said with utter disapproval. “I appreciate your concern and diligence when it comes to my son's safety. However, if this is the kind of management I can expect at this school, then I am not sure my son will continue attending.”
“Excuse me?” the woman asked, eyes wide. “I don't know what...”
Jess interrupted her with a flick of her fingers. “That is exactly what I am talking about. You do not know, and it has led you to unfortunate conclusions that have upset my son unnecessarily. Harry plays baseball under a strict regimen. He shows exceptional talent as a pitcher, and it was decided by his coach and myself that despite his young age it wouldn't hurt to begin training. That is the source of his occasional bruise.” She gave a smile, but it was dangerous not sweet. “I adopted Harry just this year. It cost me an extraordinary amount of time and money. Do you suggest that I would go to such an effort to take in an abused, orphaned child into my family just to continue that abuse? Do not be absurd. Look at how he trusts me to protect him. Protect him from you, I might add. If anyone is making him feel insecure it is you, doctor, and I really must question your ability with children.”
Dr. Hughes looked flushed and furious. She crossed her arms. “We caught him kissing another boy, Ms. Yagami. I strongly recommend you take him to see a professional for such unnatural behavior.”
Harry flinched and pressed his face into Jess's legs, closing his eyes tight.
“Thank you for your... recommendation... I will give it the consideration it deserves,” Jess answered, voice icy.
Then Harry was being lifted into her arms and carried from the room. He wrapped his arms around her neck, her long silky hair sliding over his arms as he did so, and kept his eyes tightly closed. Miserable and sick, he lay complacent in her arms. He wanted Draco.
…
“What the hell is going on in here?” Liam demanded, stepping into the room. Draco looked up at him with such a locked down expression that he saw red. He strode over and placed himself firmly between Draco's chair and the woman. She was visibly flustered, but she straightened her shoulders and met his gaze head on.
“Mr. O'Shae, Draco was caught in the bathroom behaving... inappropriately with another student,” Principal Garro told him, voice heavy with meaning. “Such behavior at a young age is... disturbing.”
Liam slammed his hand down on her desk. “I don't want to hear your opinions regarding my brother. I can see it plainly on your face, thanks. Clearly you don't have the ability to provide a positive learning environment.”
“Mr. O'Shae!” the principal gasped. “Surely you must realize the seriousness of this situation. He was with a boy, Mr. O'Shae. If you don't take care of this unacceptable behavior now, he may become a pervert!”
Liam cut in furiously. “I understand perfectly, you ignorant bitch. Come on, Draco, let's go.” He took Draco by the hand and turned to the door.
“Mr. O'Shae!”
“Feel free to call the cops, bitch.” He turned to look at her over his shoulder, his expression dangerous. “You'll find homosexuality isn't illegal no matter how many assholes like you exist, and screaming about my six-year-old brother being gay will only make you look like the monster you really are.”
With that, he slammed the door behind him. He had already collected Draco's withdraw papers before coming into the office, so they didn't stop on their march out to the parking lot. He kept shooting Draco worried glances, but the boy remained locked down and unemotional even when they were safely in the car. He pulled out and headed for Brendon's club. He knew that's where Jess would have taken Harry.
They said not a word as they made the trip. Liam's tension built to nearly unbearable levels, but still Draco didn't speak. The blond got out of the car with deceptive calmness and crossed the street at a walk. As soon as he stepped into the club, Harry – sitting in the nearest booth – began to give off a high-pitched whine.
Liam winced, hands shoved deep in his pockets, as Draco made his way calmly over to the booth and Harry. He still said nothing as Harry's whine grew louder, building into a wail. He calmly unhooked the red curtains on either side and pulled them closed, disappearing behind them. The wail cut off with a loud gasp. Liam bit his lip so hard it nearly bled.
“They're fine,” Jess said quietly from behind him.
He turned and saw that she looked as serene as ever. He said nothing, unconsciously asking for reassurance.
She smiled gently and brushed her fingertips over his cheek, hooking his hair behind his ear. “They are merely reassuring each other that they will not be parted in spite of society's view on their relationship. They will be perfectly fine in an hour.” She turned so that she stood beside him and hooked her arm through his. “Come. We must discuss their education. I do not believe public school is right for them at this point. That kind of uncontrolled environment is too stressful for both of them, not to mention they are more mature then their peers. It is not a good fit at this time, and in fact I am impressed that they made it a month. What do you think about homeschool?”
Liam allowed himself to be led to their customary table by the bar. He couldn't help noticing it was the furthest table from the booth Harry had been waiting in. He lifted an eyebrow in question. Jess smiled, secretive and mischievous, and Liam felt his stomach flutter. Surprised, he quickly looked away, a blush on his cheeks.
…
Harry saw the front door open and his eyes immediately latched onto Draco. The blond had absolutely no expression and Harry felt sick. He'd ruined everything for Draco. Because he was a Freak; an unnatural, stupid, useless brat. He was wailing by this point and Draco was closing the curtains, closing them in. It made Harry relax a little. Then silver eyes were on him and that's all Harry could see.
“Quiet,” Draco ordered, low and serious, staring into his eyes.
Harry gasped as he felt that absolute control fall around him, held him safe. He held his breath, afraid to make a sound.
Draco's face relaxed for the first time. A small smile softened his mouth, and Harry felt new tears well up and spilled down his raw cheeks.
(Desperately want to be good for Draco)
He couldn't bear to be without his Draco. It terrified him that some people thought they should be apart. He needed Draco to reassure him that would never happen, but he also knew that it would be best for Draco if it did.
(Cursed ugly disgusting thing shouldn't be with Draco)
If Harry loved Draco, he should get away from him, but Harry literally couldn't imagine life without his savior. He tried to picture it and all he saw was...
(Blackness, cupboards, starvation, hateful glares from every face, could feel his skin crawling with filth, and the soul-stealing desperation and loneliness that tore his mind to pieces!)
But that's what a disgusting freak like him deserved. Truly it was, but he couldn't stand it. He loved Draco so much! Would do anything to stay with him. Needed him more than food and light and life.
(Please don't leave me!)
Harry could feel it - the insanity trembling at the edges of his mind - but he grew still as the seconds passed and his lungs continued to burn. The screaming doubts and fears slowly faded as his ears began to ring. Draco continued to pin him with his stare; his words binding Harry's lungs and throat. Slowly by inches, as Harry's vision began to tunnel and his chest spasmed, his filthy body was reclaimed, no longer belonging to the horrible Freak but to the powerful and brilliant Draco.
“Good boy,” Draco whispered and reached over to tug off Harry's glasses. He set them aside on the table. Then he pulled Harry's shirt slowly up and off. “Stand up.”
Harry rose to his feet on the seat, swaying dizzily. He had to hold tight to the back of the padded booth, his face growing hot and tight, his skin throbbing as he continued to hold his breath. He felt his heart kicking hard as his pants were undone and pulled down with his underwear. Then Draco guided him to sit on the table as his shoes and socks were pulled off, which had his pants falling to the floor.
Naked, sitting on the table with Draco kneeling in front of him on the bench, Harry felt - anxious anticipation - mix with a very physical need. His back arched slightly as his lungs spasmed. Involuntarily his mouth opened, but he refused to open his throat. Draco was smiling, he couldn't disappoint him, not after ruining school. He was Draco's, and Draco would tell Harry when. He would take care of Harry and make everything right again. He would own him completely and make him clean.
Draco gently stroked Harry's throat and continued to stare into his eyes. Harry began to feel faint. His arms flailed weakly. His legs kicked. Then he was tipping back, but Draco was coming with him. The blond rose to his feet and bent over him, pressing his hands on either side of Harry's head as he kept staring down at him. The world tunneled. All there was was Draco and then...
* Breathe. *
Harry gasped loudly, back arching again, but Draco's hand was over his mouth and nose, muffling the sound and only letting a thin trickle of air through. Harry's eyes rolled, his hands clawed at the table. He kept gasping, pulling in as much air as possible, but it was barely enough. Draco held him on the edge of unconsciousness, and it was good. He was Draco's utterly. His body, heart, mind: all of it was Draco's and he was safe.
* Such a good boy, * Draco's voice whispered through the darkness. * You stood up to those stupid kids at school. Because they were disrespecting me, weren’t they, Harry? Because you're mine and they were being mean to someone that's mine. So you protected yourself like a good boy. Love you so much, Harry. No one can take you away from me. Not ever. No one can come between this. *
Harry was gasping desperately against the hand pressed to his face. He was blind, mind spinning, couldn't feel his body. He was free! Everything was singing, surging, and Draco's voice laced through it all.
(Yes, Draco, more, make it better, make me better.)
And then he was arching off the table, almost coming to a sitting position as Draco released him. Air poured in and it felt glorious. He blinked eyes streaming tears and saw that he was clutching at Draco's shoulders. Draco was petting him, murmuring in his ear how much he loved him and how good he was. Then they were kissing. Harry's head spun deliciously as Draco's warm, wet tongue pressed in. Panting loudly through his nose, Harry opened himself to the kiss and held on.
Sliding wetly, their mouths parted. Harry gasped and panted, face red and hot. Draco soothed him, stroked his shoulders and cheeks and throat. Harry was limp in his arms, trusting. And then Draco was asking him, “What do you want, Harry?”
“Please,” he gasped, knowing exactly what he craved. “Please. Mark. Please. Draco.”
Draco laid him gently back until Harry was on the table again. Harry watched through blurry eyes as the blond gently touched the fading bruises on his arms, chest, and thighs. He bent and kissed each one, claiming ownership of each. By the time he was finished, Harry was breathing normally and squirming as shivery anticipation sparked wherever Draco's mouth touched.
“This is gonna hurt,” Draco told him, eyes silver. “Not a sound, Harry.”
Harry bit his lip at that promise and opened his legs helplessly.
Draco bent and placed his mouth on the tender part of his inner thigh, high near the juncture of thigh and hip. Draco began to suck. His cheek rubbed Harry's privates, he was so close. Electric shocks blazed through Harry with every pull of Draco's mouth.
It was soft at first, making Harry whimper, but then hard enough to pull blood to the surface. Draco's hand was under Harry's butt, pressing him up against Draco's open mouth. The other was clamped down hard on his thigh by his knee, pinning him in place. And then he sucked harder still. Harry had to hold his breath again to prevent the moan that wanted to escape.
Draco bit down hard and unforgiving, and Harry arched off the table as fireworks exploded behind his eyes.
He was still coming down, head spinning, still not breathing, when he felt the suction start on the opposite inner thigh. He gasped in air, sweat pouring down his face, and clawed the table. Head tossing restlessly side-to-side, he held still and didn't breathe as the bite came down.
Silent as commanded, Harry took the pain deep inside and let it break the chains of filth and hate that crushed him. It wiped everything away, wiped everything clean. No more school and disappointment and unnaturalness. He was safe. Just Harry. With Draco. He was Draco's still, again, for always.
Cheeks flushed red, his mouth swollen, Draco's blood sang with the power of Harry's emotions. He grasped Harry's hips in his hands and slurped Harry's soft, warm penis into his mouth. He just held it there, tongue rolling and lashing.
Harry's legs kicked involuntarily. His green eyes blazed blindly as his mouth gaped, chest frozen, utterly silent just as ordered. Draco's whole body shuddered as the ecstasy rolled through the bond. Moaning deep in his chest, Draco's hips rolled and thrust against the air as his body surged over the peak. Flying, Harry was flying. Fireworks, hurt, pain, mind-shattering pleasure, DracoDracoDraco!
Shivering, body jerking once, Harry lay limp and loose. He panted loudly and stared contentedly up at Draco who loomed over him, red-faced and smiling. He didn't even realize he was crying until Draco pulled him up, off the table, and into his arms. He practically curled around Harry and murmured words of love as he pet Harry's hair, and Harry was filled with absolute - trust relief gratitude lovelovelove. Without a single doubt, he knew he was safe, knew he belonged utterly to the one holding him.
They sat like that for a long while. Until their breathing evened out and gentled, until Harry was nearly asleep. Draco kissed his cheeks, eyes, lips, nose. Harry smiled, eyes deep and tranquil. He reached up to brush Draco's soft hair behind his ear.
“Yours, Draco. Yours,” he whispered.
Draco kissed him, deep and long, and as he licked along every inch of Harry's mouth, he whispered into the boy's mind, * I love you. *
…
October
Remus hiked up the mountain trail quietly. Only the sound of his his shoes on the thin, barely there path gave him away. He followed a wizard named Lysander Fedele, who - despite his older age - was fit and moved as silently as Remus through the forest and underbrush.
Fedele's dark hair was salted with white and contrasted sharply with his fair skin and striking light brown eyes. His features were hard, his face square. President Smackammer had introduced them, claiming Fedele was powerful and exceptionally gifted at ritual magic.
Fedele was a hermit and famous for his temper, but he had obeyed the President and agreed to perform a very rare tracking ritual that was beyond Remus or any of the President's people. Remus didn't know for sure, but he had the sense that the President was calling in a favor Fedele owed. Fedele certainly did not seem to be pleased to help, no matter his agreement. Remus was eternally grateful. As the months passed, he grew more and more anxious to find Harry.
President Smackhammer had been genuine and kept his promise. He'd put his best people on the job of helping Remus. Unfortunately, although they were able to pin-point Harry's location to New York City, there was something powerful hiding Harry from view. After many tests and spells, it was decided that it wasn't Harry himself but something near him blocking their magic. It took weeks, but the President had a surveillance globe crafted. It searched for Harry twenty-for hours a day and would light up the moment he was away from whatever it was that was preventing them from finding him. So far no opportunities had arrived. Thus, Fedele had been called in.
Now Remus was hiking through the forests of New York on Halloween night to a magic pool where Fedele would perform a ritual that would hopefully be strong enough to get a visual on Harry. From there, Remus and Fedele hoped to see clues as to Harry's exact location.
Hope on top of wish on top of prayer; it was all they had.
Chapter end.
A/N: Hi! Getting excited about where this story is going.
Anyway, bye for now! Can't wait to hear from you! :P
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