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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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Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away - Soft Cell

The last time Harry had been in the Chamber of Secrets, he'd been looking for Ginny, fighting a Basilisk, and defeating the sixteen-year-old version of Lord Voldemort. He hadn't had time to really look around. So far, barring the distinct lack of giant snake, the place didn't look any different. He wandered for a while, finally coming across a set of heavy stone doors ado wit with giant silver snakes. Harry hissed a greeting to them and they moved their heads to get a closer look at him.

After answering a few questions, Harry was surprised to be granted entrance into the room. The snakes had said it was Salazar's study, and that no one had been inside since the master himself had last been at Hogwarts. Hermione would probably have had a fit - the historical significance of the moment and all - but Harry just hoped that there was a chair, or preferably a sofa, in the room. He was exhausted.

~!~

Draco sat in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room staring into the flames. His mind was occupied with sorting through the day's events. His morning had been no different than any other morning that his team played; he had awoken, showered, dressed and gone down to breakfast. He had then joined his teammates in the Slytherin locker room for the pre-game strategy session, followed by the customary threats of bodily harm if they didn't win - from the captain -, and then had changed into his Quidditch gear and gone down to the field with the others.

As usual, Harry beat him to the Snitch; it didn't matter that it wouldn't have made a differencen ien if he had caught it as Gryffindor was winning 180 - 20 over Slytherin. Over half the team had graduated last year, so they had a lot of new players who weren't very good yet. He, Crabbe, Goyle, Knott and Zabini - this years captain - were the only seasoned players they had.

It was no secret that the game was dependent on the skill of each team's Seeker, but he refused to take the full burden of their defeat. Crabbe and Goyle were deadly as Beaters, but the new Chasers were green and the Keeper was never very good to begin with. Draco didn't want to hear them bitch and moan and blame him for their loss, so rather than head back to the locker room with the others, he went for a walkund und the lake instead.

Now, he wished he hadn't. Finding Potter in his locker room was startling. It changed his perception of him; he was no longer Perfect Potter, the boy everyone loved. He would forever see him the way he did today, broken and bleeding. And he couldn't forget the way Harry clung to him while he cried. In fact, that scene kept replaying itself over and over in his mind. Although, the look on Snape's face when he walked in to see him holding Potter in his arms and stroking his hair... well, it wasn't something he was likely to ever forget. The man looked as if he had a mouthful of flobberworms.

The sound of the common room door sliding open jarred Draco from his thoughts and he turned his head to see Crabbe, Goylnottnott and Zabini stroll through. They all looked a mite pissed off. Draco hoped that Snape had punished them suitably - he also hoped that his Head of House had kept his name out of it. Four against one were not good odds, not even for a Malfoy.

"Where were you after the game, Drake?" Goyle asked as he plopped heavily down on the sofa beside the blond. "We waited for you to show up in the locker room."

Draco wondered if he would have received the same fate as Potter had he not taken a walk instead. "I went for a walk, why?"

"No reason. Just wondering is all."

The others were watching with varied expression thn their faces and Draco wanted to know what in the hell had happened, if Snape had said or done anything to them yet. "Have any of you seen Snape?" Draco asked with a blank face, "He was by earlier, said he wanted to see the lot of you."

Zabini scowled, but answered the question. "Yeah, he pulled us out of the Great Hall after dinner. Did he tell you why he wanted to see us?"

"No," Draco answered. "But I didn't ask either. What was it about?"

The four boys exchanged a look before Zabini shook his head. "Nothing important. Well, I'm heading to bed, long day and all that." The others all nodded and followed him up the staiDracDraco stayed where he was in front of the fireplace. Somehow, he didn't feel safe sleeping in the same room with them any more.

~!~

Harry sighed in relief and sank down onto the soft, cushy chesterfield. The room had been a little dusty, but after performing a few cleaning spells that Mrs. Weasley had taught him, it was much nicer. He closed his eyes and tried not to think, or remember anything. He was glad that he had thought to bring the Dreamless Sleep potion with him. He uncorked the vial and drank it down. He felt safe here, down in the Chamber of Secrets. He knew no one could find him, as no one knew it was here other than Ron, the Headmaster and some of the teaching staff, and none of them could get in.

He wondered what had happened to his broom, but then he cringed at the memory of what had been done to him with it. He didn't know how he'd ever be able to look at it again, let alone playdditdditch on it. Maybe, he thought, he should consider quitting the team.

Harry Potter wasn't a quitter, never had been, but he knew that there was no way he could face the Slytherins again. No way he could get back on that broom and see them laughing at him, hear them taunting him, reminding him of what they did. He could report them, they'd surely be expelled, but he didn't want anyone to know what had happened. It was bad enough that Snape knew, and of course, Malfoy.

Harry still didn't know what to make of him. Sure, if things had been turned around, he would have helped Malfoy, but that was just who Harry was. He never expected that Draco Malfoy gave a damn about anyone but himself. Especially not him: Harry Potter. But he had helped him, and he still kept his secret. Other than telling Snape, that is, but from what Draco had said, that had been necessary. But the thing that confused Harry the most right now had been that Draco had comforted him.

Harry was still unsure how that had happened. One minute he was okay, repressing like a madman, but holding himself together, and the next he was crying like a girl and Draco was holding him, petting his hair and telling him it would be okay. It was bizarre to say the least, but Harry had believed him. He had felt safe there in Draco's embrace.

Harry sighed softly and shook his head befoulliulling the cloak over him and turning on his side. He was tired, and he really needed some sleep. He just hoped that things would be better tomorrow.

~!~

Snape had just finished marking the latest essays from the first-year Hufflepuffs. He sighed in dismay at the low level of red ink left in the bottle and made a mental note to procure some more in the morning. He stacked the parchments neatly on the desk and got to his feet. He was halfway across the room, heading for his bedchamber, when he heard a knock at his door.

Snarling under his breath about how he was going to put an invisibility charm on his door so he wouldn't be disturbed, he crossed the room in a few long strides and flung open the door. "What?!" He snarled and then rolled his eyes. "Oh, it's you. Whatever can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco hesitated for a moment but when Snape stepped back from the door and made to close it, he spoke up quickly. "It's my house mates, Sir. I don't believe it is in my best interest to stay in my room tonight. I wondered if perhaps you could direct me to a safer location where I might sleep?"

Snape raised an eyebrow in question but stepped aside and allowed Draco entrance to his rooms. Once the young man was inside, Snape closed the door and directed Draco toward the sofa.

"Tell me," Snape crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at his student. "Why do you think your team mates bear you ill will? Did they say anything, do anything that I should be aware of?"

"No, Sir. It's only a feeling I have. Goyle said they were waiting for me in the locker room after the match. I wondered if I was fated to receive the same treatment as Potter. It made me question the sanity of sleeping in the same room as them."

"Perhaps, they wished you to join them in their little scheme? Did that not occur to you?"

"Yes, briefly, Sir. But when I asked why they waited for me, I received no answer, I was merely told it wasn't important." Draco was getting a sore neck from looking up at his Professor, but he knew better than to break eye contact with him. "If they wanted me to help them with Potter, they would have told me what they did to him. The fact that they didn't makes me believe they have something planned for me as well."

"Very well. You may remain here tonight; I have a guest room. Tomorrow, I will look into things. I assure you, if they were planning to attack you as well, they will be sent home, post haste."

"Thaou, ou, Professor."

"The bedroom is through there." Snape pointed to a door on the other side of the room. "Don't make noise, I'm a very light sleeper." Snape gave Draco a hard look and then turned and went into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Draco stood up and shook his head. "I hope I don't breathe too loudly," he muttered under his breath and headed for the guest room. Why Snape, of all people, had a guest room, he'd never figure out. It wasn't as though the man had friends.

~!~

When Harry woke the next morning, he was disoriented and confused. He sat up, fumbled around for his glasses and finally located them on the floor. After putting them on, he was able to get a good look at the room and it all came back to him. All of it.

~Flashback~

The game had been over for a half hour, Harry had been longer in the showers than the others but Ron had waited for him. "Harry! Hurry up, mate. Seamus and Dean managed to sneak a whole case of Butterbeer into the dorm after our last Hogsmeade weekend. They've been saving it for the after-party of this match!"

Harry grinned over at his enthusiastic friend and then shook his head. "Go on ahead then, I'll only be a bit longer. I just have to get dressed and put my gear away."

Ron looked sceptical but Harry could tell he really wanted to get back to the dorm. "Go on! I can walk myself back. I stood up to Voldemort for Godric's sake!"

"If your sure..." Ron trailed off, already heading for the door. "I'll make sure to save you a Butterbeer. Don't be too long, eh?"

"I won't," Harry called back and then turned to his locker to get his robes out.

Hfinifinished dressing in no time and after giving his bra qua quick once-over with a polished rag, he headed back toward the castle. He was only feet from the Slytherin locker room when he heard the footfalls behind him, but before he could even reach for his wand he heard "Petrificus Totalus" muttered from somewhere just over his left shoulder, and he fell over.

He was lifted from the ground and dragged inside the other team's locker room before he knew what was happening. A rag was stuffed into his mouth and another was tied around his face to hold the gag in place. He heard voices; he recognised them as Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Knott. He didn't know what they were up to, but he knew it wasn't going to be good.

"Perstringo strictum," Zabini whispered as he pointed his wand at Harry once more. "Can't have you casting wandless magic at us in your panicked state, now can we?"

Harry's eyes widened in fear, he could feel the spell as it wrapped around him, he felt trapped, like he was in too-tight clothing. His magic had been bound! He was truly helpless now.

"Get his wand," Zabini ordered, and Goyle began patting him down until he found it. "Give it here, then get his clothes off."

Harry started to panic then. Wandless and naked was not a good thing to be, unless you were in the shower, which he certainly was not. He felt two sets of large hands on him as his clothing was ruthlessly pulled from his body. Oh god, he thought to himself, they wouldn't, would they? Surely, they didn't meant to rape him!

Harry tried to struggle, but to no effect; he could throw off the Imperius curse, but he was totally helpless under a Petrificus. Being gagged, and now bound magically, he couldn't utter the counter curse. He screamed behind the gag but it did him no good. All it did was make his tormentors laugh. "Scream, Potter," Zabini whispered in his ear. "It makes no difference, no one will hear you."

Harry could hear Goyle and Crabbe snickering behind him, he heard footsteps approaching and then Knott's voice. "I've got the ropes, and his broom. Where do you want to do this?"

"Back corner," Zabini answered. "We'll tie him to the benches."

Harry was flipped onto his back and then dragged by his feet through the room, the cold cement floor was tearing through the skin on his shoulders and upper back. He didn't cry out though, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Not again.

When he was dropped back to the floor, he looked up and made eye contact with each of the other boys, silently promising retribution for the acts they were about to commit. They would pay for this, he would make them pay.

"Hold him down," Zabini ordered.

Crabbe, Goyle and Knott grabbed a hold of him as Zabini lifted the Petrificus so they could tie him down. Harry fought them like mad, but he was outnumbered, naked, wandless, and, in Goyle and Crabbe's case, outsized. Within minutes, he found himself face down over a bench, his arms and legs spread wide and securely fastened.

The first blow caught him off guard. as has hard, heavy, and if he wasn't mistaken, caused by his own broom. The irony was not lost on him. However, if this was all they were going to do, beat him with his Firebolt, he could live with it. It wasn't as though he'd never taken a beating before; he'd lived with the Dursleys most his life.

It seemed to go on forever, blow after blow, Crabbe whining about when it was going to be his turn, being told to have patience, that his time would come. And then it came. Harry knew this because the blows had been growing lighter as Goyle's arm weakened and now they were quite hard again as Crabbe was just getting started.

And through it all, there was Blaise Zabini's voice. Calling Harry a half-blood, a disgrace to his name, a mud-blood lover and a kiss-up. He taunted him with what he was doing, how easy it had been to capture him, how he couldn't understand why everyone thought he would save the Wizarding world when here he, na, naked, beaten and at the mercy of the Dark Lord's worshippers. How easy it would be to turn him over to Voldemort, to kill him right now, where he lay - prone and helpless.

Then, oh god, then it happened. The pain stopped. And Harry held his breath. He knew it wasn't over, it couldn't be; he was still conscious after all. He heard the spell, one he'd heard Seamus use late at night, and he knew what it did. Lubricus.

The pain was excruciating. Like being split in half and then some. He did scream then. He didn't care who heard him, this wasn't just rape, it was torture. And it didstopstop either. They sodimized him with his broom handle, in and out, over and over, hard, brutal thrusts, tearing at his insides. And through out it all, they laughed. The last thing Harry heard before passing out was Blaise's soft voice in his ear, calling him a queer and asking him if he enjoyed it.

~End Flashback~

Harry gasped as the memories lifted and he found himself on his knees on the cold stone floor. He crawled back onto the sofa and curled into a ball. It was Sunday, and since there were no classes, and he didn't think he could stand being around other people, he decided to just stay right where he was. Maybe forever.

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