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Back Into the Light	By : 1ggykins Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1073 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Back Into the Light
- 2-Chapter One: Double Trouble
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So here's chapter one, once again impatient and still without my beta getting back to me. Being such might be my own downfall but I really want you readers to get into the meat of this story so-to-speak. Do enjoy this and any opinions are always nice to read but not manditory.

CHAPTER ONE

Blaise Zambini, once labeled as missing and in potential danger was spotted near the Squib settlement of Thistlebrook just outside the muggle town of Caernarfon, England. According to sources, Blaise Zambini, world reknown playboy of the Foulmouth Falcons, did not seem as though he were in immanent danger. When acknowledged by some Quidditch fans, Zambini “Did not as much as bat an eye lash” Claimed Meridith Peacock, “When I got closer and offered him one of my sweet tarts, he gave me a curious expression and before he could respond, a cloaked man disapparated with Zambini, who did not put up a fight.”

This reporter would also like to tie in the appearance of one Jordyn Crusher, an American witch who is well known for her demure and charitable attitude and strong faith in magical and non-magical creature rights. She disappeared around the same time as our Quidditch hero only to appear the day before Thistlebrook was attacked and many an innocent life killed.

Is it just mere coincidences that influential persons are disappearing while us plebians are left in pure speculation? And is it odd that neither of those two, reportedly missing people, did not seem as though they were in want of help? And what about the boy who lived? The man who killed the most vile wizard in history? The legendary Harry Potter was reported missing three weeks after Crusher and Zambini, will he make an appearance? If so, this reporter is left flabbergasted and asking, who the hell is messing with our minds; the missing persons for more publicity or is there a greater, more sinister threat just toying with us? This is Pansy Parkinson writing exclusively to you from the Daily Prophet.

“Brilliant article wasn’t it?” Pansy beamed over her teacup towards her best friend before it faltered and showed the extent of her exhaustion.

“What do you think all the missing persons have in common?” Draco ran his fingers down the list of 24 confirmed missing witches and wizards.

“Other than being famous and well-respected prior to abduction?” Pansy pushed an errant strand of hair behind her hair and sighed. “They’re all brilliant in their chosen career fields, most of them dedicated their lives towards the betterment of all magic-kind.”

“Not the kind of people who would suddenly up and leave.”

Shaking her head Pansy lightly tugged the list from Draco so that she may glance over it as well. “I miss Blaise.” She admitted.

“Yeah.” Draco agreed. When he got wind of his best friend being labeled as missing, he demanded Harry to find him and bring him back. Harry being the bloody saint he was promised to do just that, and naught a week passed when Harry’s sources lead him to his own undoing. So here he was not only short his best friend but his boyfriend as well. He was well past the crying stage and into the I-wanna-find-them-then-punch-them-with-my-fists-of-justice stage.

Furrowing her brows Pansy pulled her wand from her robes and gave a light tap on the piece of parchment. Finely manicured eyebrows shot up into her wavy bangs as she exclaimed, “Harry’s abduction was no coincidence.”

Tearing away the strip of parchment he murmured, “It’s a dilution of lines. Both Crusher and Zambini come from sixteen generations of purebloods and from them each stems prominent people from their country: DeRue, Smith, Jackson and then Zambini has Quinn, Truant, and then Potter because of his father’s side…if this is correct then-“

“Their last target is a muggle born.”

Steel colored eyes connected with hazel and at the same time they confirmed their suspicions:

“Granger.” Within moments, Pansy had her traveling cloak and blew a kiss to Draco, “I know where Granger takes her breaks.”

“No bloody way are you leaving me here.” Draco accio’d his cloak and grabbed her hand, “I believe ladies first.”

Snorting, Pansy rolled her eyes, “You were always crap with it came to side-long apparating.”

Narrowing his eyes, Draco made to retort but Pansy wasted no time in apparating them into a small café. Before he could react properly, he saw the tell tale red of a stinging hex right before Pansy was hit and propelled into a set of chairs. Whipping his wand out he barely uttered a spell in time to deflect another hex. Immediately he jumped behind the nearest upturned table.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

Draco met the angry eyes of Ron as Hermione popped up enough to send a spell.

“We figured out who their last target was.”

“We? Who else was with you?” Hermione shouted over the various explosions.

“Pansy” Draco looked over his shoulder to see her hair disheveled and throwing curses like no ones business.

“She looks a bit mad mate.” Ron gave a short laugh prior to sending a jinx at one of their enemies. Cursing as his spell bounced off their shield he pointed out, what Draco considered to be, the obvious “We need to end this soon.”

“How?” Draco missed one of the two cloaked wizards and instead made a great chunk of plaster explode near the man’s ear.

“If Harry was here, he’d probably charge over there and have them immobilized within seconds.” Ron sadly murmured. It was only then that Draco took a second to see that it wasn’t just him suffering from Harry’s disappearance. Both Ron and Hermione had dark circles underneath their eyes and neither looked as well-kept but then again it could be the fact that they’re being attacked by two faceless wizards or that they’ve always been behind on the fashion trends. Personally his vote was on the sooner.

“Well Harry isn’t here” Hermione snapped, “To pull such ill-conceived stunts.”

Scrutinizing her as he weighed the pro’s and con’s of pulling a ‘Harry’, Ron shrugged his shoulders “Bugger it all to hell.” Bolting up, the tall, built red-headed Auror barreled towards the two wizards, brandishing his wand like a mad man.

“RON!”

And he thought Pansy was mad?! Quickly following after Ron, Draco covered him and was acutely aware that both Pansy and Granger were in flanking position.

He murmured an Anti-disapparition jinx before shouting at the man closest to him: “Confundo!” The man easily blocked the spell but Draco was relentless until he had the man cornered with his wand in Draco’s hand. Before Draco could get out another spell the cloaked man pulled out a small trinket that Draco immediately recognized and gasped,

“Blaise!” Instantly the man disappeared. Filled with a mixture of shock and anger he hissed, “Bollocks!” Turning around Draco spied the other attacker on the ground and unmoving.

“Are all Slytherins as mad as you two?” Ron grinned, “Cause we could use a few Aurors like that to keep things interesting.”

Ignoring the comment Draco spoke “It was Blaise, I recognized his family ring.”

“A portkey.” Hermione was leaning against the wall still trying to get her breathing under control. Her eyes were shut while her wandless hand clutched the area above her heart.

Pansy, just a breathless, bent down and removed the hood from the remaining attacker and gasped.

“What the bloody hell?!” Ron bent down, “Jordyn Crusher.”

“Seems like they work in pairs.” Pansy whispered.

“But why in Merlin’s name were they attacking me?”

“Better question Granger-“

“Weasley”

“Weasley” He offhandedly amended, “Why would a pacifist like her or my best mate attack anyone for no legitimate reason?”

“I think that’s rather easy to deduce.” Pansy straightened. “People going missing then reappearing acting not like themselves.” Waving her hand at the unconscious Crusher for emphasis, “They’re being controlled somehow.”

“I don’t think its an Imperius curse” Hermione spoke with confidence, “I know Blaise well enough to believe that he is too stubborn to allow the curse to take complete affect, if any.”

Draco smirked at Ron’s clenched fists. Two years ago the couple split and the following year Granger dated Blaise before Ron came to his senses and romanced the bloody hell out of her.

“I sense a new story.” Pansy waved her wand and ropes wound themselves around Crusher. Her other hand was free to wave above her head as she spoke her idealized title “Zombi-fied witches and wizards walk among us! How you can survive the Zombie apocalypse.”

“This is no laughing matter Parkinson.” Draco snapped.

“I agree with Draco.” Ron hauled Crusher’s body easily over his shoulder, “If this is what is happening to those being kidnapped, we’ll be fucked if they manage to break Harry.”

“It wont happen.” Draco vehemently argued, “He’s too powerful.”

“But out of all the victims” Hermione’s voice began to fall into a whisper, “He has the most monsters in the closet. With you-know-who-“

“The deaths of Cedric, Dumbledore and his parents” Ron continued with dawning horror, “His treatment by his muggle aunt and uncle-”

“- His lack of parental love in his early childhood…Not to mention his first Auror case…” Hermione choked. “And who knows what else we’re not privy to.”

“Once they find a crack, mate…”

“Then we’ll have to get to him before it happens” Draco replied as though it was to be the easiest thing in the world, although on the inside his stomach was dropping and his throat felt constricted. For the life of him he couldn’t imagine Harry relishing in the painful screams of others. He is a man who possesses staunch beliefs of being a good, honest person for others, a downright bleeder for humanity; muggles and wizards alike. Merlin, he couldn’t even throw a proper AK at Bellatrix or Voldemort when he had every right to!

A heavy silence permeated the room as everyone was left to the horrors of their imaginations. Scenario after gruesome scenario captured their mind and slowly the seed of fear and doubt began to grow until it was cut;

“Well we can sit here pondering the what-ifs of life, but I suggest we get out of here.” Pansy gave one last look at her fingernails before sternly looking at all three of them, “We also need to report to the Aurors with this new information. Somehow I doubt they will allow me to publish this little bit of information; they might worry that I may scare up a frenzy to the general wizarding public. Which is such a shame, frenzies can sustain a reporter for a good two months.”

“Don’t you get tired of being a bloody bitch?” Ron shifted Crusher’s weight as he gave Pansy a gimlet glare.

Flicking him off, she easily retorted, “Don’t you get tired of being a pack mule?”

Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed onto his best mate the same time Hermione grabbed Ron’s ear. “Ministry?” Nodding a response, Hermione apparated with Ron in tow and within seconds so did Draco with Pansy.

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Harry woke up screaming, a vicious pain lacerated down his upper torso to just below his belly button. Bending forward as much as his restraints would allow him, he caught a wickedly curved dagger being pulled out by his tormentor. The weapon was carved from black obsidian with gold embellishments of symbols Harry could recognize from a book he once read but for the life of him, couldn’t remember most but one; death.

“So you’re finally going to kill me?” His voice wasn’t as strong as it once was. However long it was since he was first captured to now, he has noticed with every passing moment his will was faltering and has reached devastating lows. But he held out on the stupid hope that if he could bluff enough to make the enemy doubt his tactics then maybe, just maybe, he will gain enough of an upper hand to determine a plausible weakness that he could exploit and get the bloody hell out of this windowless room. Not one of his best plans but considering the circumstances, that idea was his anchor amidst a torrid sea of self-pity and pain.

“In a way Mr. Potter.” The man placed the bloody dagger on a velvet cushion while murmuring a few words. His eyes were a startling sapphire blue, while both his eyebrows and his head were cleanly shaven with the top of the head coming to a peak. If he didn’t haunch all the time, he would stand at a six foot two inch height. His body, in question, was mostly covered in black robes but Harry knew he kept a fit figure mostly when he was fighting the bastard. Though, Harry could’ve out-dueled him on a mano y mano basis the sheer numbers of skilled wizards that were backing Flynn Houser overpowered him within the first ten minutes. Coward. Harry probably could’ve held them all off for longer until Blaise showed up and disarmed him, though Harry still fought tooth and nail, only occasionally casting wandless magic when his kicks and punches were not enough. Eventually William Pierce caught him with a brutal hex and fell into the world of oblivion.

After a while, his tormenter turned around and critically surveyed his work. Harry’s chest was steadily pouring out blood at a much slower pace than what would be considered normal. Flynn seemed happy with the progress, “You have been the hardest to break. Most submit after a few weeks, but then again I should’ve expected great things from a Dark Wizard destroyer such as yourself. I am loathe to admit that I severely underestimated your power.” He took a few steps around the cold, metal table until he was at Harry’s left side. Turning around, he picked up a small vile containing a purplish liquid. “This poison is from a dark fairy tribe down in Brazil.” He began with an easy, conversational air. Pulling the stopper from the vile, he sloshed the liquid around until he was content. “Its not strong enough to kill.” He caught Harry’s eyes with his own as though he was trying to placate a panicked child, “However; its properties are used to distort truths or memories to the caster’s liking. The sad thing is though, that for it to take its full effect the caster must first weaken the subject physically and mentally. I tried once before to use it on you but the most I was able to control was your memories of Ronald Weasley, thus you were not ready. I needed to break you, and that’s what I set out to do. I only allowed you to sleep an hour per every day, I broke every bone in your body twice, re-grew them and then I had my way with you…tell me Harry, would your lover still accept you if he knew what I did? Does he know of your horrid childhood and why you so despise and fear blenders?”

Gritting his teeth, Harry spoke with as much venom as he could, “Without a doubt you sodding bastard.”

“And yet your eyes betray you.” He mocked, “No matter.” He waved Harry’s words off as he began to pour the purple liquid on his wound. “I’m using twice as much on you than anyone else. You see I’m quite impatient Mr. Potter, to have you willingly go about doing my bidding.”

Hissing, Harry arched his back in pain. “I’ll never-“

“Spare me the heroisms will you? It’s getting rather old. Plus it’s not a matter if the Harry prior to this potion would commit something as heinous as assassinating the Minister of Magic, but rather the Harry after the application. You’re mine Potter and you, like my other servants will worship me unconditionally, mind, body and soul.”

The burning, razor-blade sensation rapidly spread throughout his body. Writhing in absolute pain, Harry drowned out his tormentor’s evil laughter with painful screams of his own, praying to whatever gods that were out there to end his misery right then. The burning sensation crept down to his toes and up his neck, he couldn’t breathe! Pain and panic melded into one unbearable feeling as he struggled to remain himself but when the fire touched his brain he could see memories burning before his eyes. Barely he heard a spell escape his tormentor’s thin lips but it was then that reality hit him hard. He was doomed if he didn’t try to stave off this attack! Harry fought vigorously with every ounce of his strength to pull the memories back or extinguish the fire but to no avail. Before the pain became too much Harry desperately clung on to a memory he held most dear and a face he loved so much. Draco…I’m sorry…Darkness swiftly overtook him and for once since his captivity, Harry succumbed to the sea of nightmares.

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“There is said to be about fourty-eight laws of power according to a muggle author called Robert Greene.”

“So what’s your point Harry? How is that relevant to your Auror test?”

“I have the written test down but when it comes to survival against senior Aurors…Well, I believe this can help me win.”

“Another book supplied by Granger?”

“No, she’s too busy making Ron jealous with your mate, Blaise.”

Draco woke with a start. Clutching his chest, he struggled to manage his rapid heartbeat.

Why that of all dreams? He found himself musing, that memory happened a bit ago and if he remembered correctly, Harry had studiously taken notes and within the week, received the highest marks for defeating three Aurors in hostile combative tactics.

Freeing himself from the tangled mess of silk sheets, Draco padded over to the bookcase that covered the entire wall of the fire place. For a few moments, his quicksilver eyes scanned for that book until he found it nestled between Quimby’s Compleat Book of Magical Physics and Explained Phenomenon and a thinner book titled: The Great Gatsby whoever hell that bloke was obviously wasn’t great enough if Draco couldn’t recall him. Who knew that after the War, Harry became such a bookworm to rival that of Hermione’s status? Shaking his head, Draco removed that book and sat himself on a wing-backed chair in front of the fire.

Thumbing his way through the book, Draco found himself admiring his lover’s chicken scratch with a reverent skim of fingers. His reverence stopped though shortly after page 35 where Harry’s scrawl was less chicken scratch and more capitalized:

MAKE YOUR ENEMY BELIEVE HE HAS THE UPPERHAND.

How utterly…Slytherin of him. He smiled fondly upon recollection of Harry’s flushed face the day after the survival test was over.

“I did it Draco” He beamed, “Shakelbolt, Pierce and Daniels thought they had me! But I pulled a Slytherin and it felt good!”

Draco was quick to remind Harry that being with a Slytherin was even more thrilling.

Coming back to the present, Draco found himself going back to the beginning and reading the same words that so entranced Harry, and armed with a quill of his own, began taking notes as well. This, Draco later realized, was the only thing that had kept him sane for the gruesome months to come.
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