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Harry Potter and the Black King	By : Phoenixstrike Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter two: Harry Potter’s Rescue Mission

Harry and Remus appeared in the ground of Malfoy Manor almost instantly. Harry felt a jolt of panic for what they were about to do. Remus turned to look at Harry, before scooping him into a protective embrace. Harry returned the hug tightly. They broke apart.

“Do you think I’m being stupid in trying this as well?” Harry asked Remus. He shook his head.

“No. I think you’re like your mother. There’s no way she would have been happy to sit on her hands if there was a possibility of helping someone”. Harry smiled.

“I want you to know, Harry, that I am very proud of the man you have become. James once risked his life to rescue a known enemy as you know, but your mother would have done so too, and unlike your father for purely selfless reasons as well. You are extremely like Lily. The pure goodness of her heart lives in you. I see more and more of her in you all the time.” Harry flushed at these words. Remus continued, his face sobering. “When this is all over, go straight to Grimmauld Place. I agreed to come to help you tonight because I really don’t want you to get hurt Harry, and I want to protect you. But, please, do not make the mistake you made earlier tonight. Do not, and I repeat, not, settle for disarming your opponents as your only line of attack. Expelliarmus is useful but will only gain you very limited success in a building full of Death Eaters. Hopefully we’ll get in and out relatively unseen but to be honest I cannot see that happening. You need to fight, Harry, and go on the offensive rather than relying on defensive magic alone. Do you understand me?” Harry nodded. He’d spent a large portion of the evening prior to his vision thinking about his actions on the move from Privet Drive to the Burrow. He still really didn’t want to kill if he could avoid it, and certainly not innocents like Stan Shunpike, but he knew that he would need to up his game with attacking spells if he was to survive this war. Lupin’s earlier words were right. The time for disarming really was, well and truly, past.

Harry then heard Remus snarl and he whipped his head in the direction Remus was glaring in. A dark hooded figure was crossing the grounds and heading straight for them. Harry drew his wand and aimed it, ready to curse. He faltered for just a second when he realised it was Snape. Hatred boiled through him as the image of Dumbledore falling from the astronomy tower filled his mind. He shook it from his head; there wasn’t time for thoughts like that. He re-aimed his wand.

“Lower your wand Mr Potter before you take somebody’s eye out with it. I assure you I will not be cursing you this evening. I know the purpose of this unexpected pleasure. I understand you’re attempting to rescue Mr Malfoy.” Snape said evenly. Harry was completely wrong-footed by this comment. That he was not expecting. He lowered his wand.

“How in the name of Merlin did you know that? He asked, incredulous. For the first time he wondered if Hermione was right and this was, indeed, a trap of Voldemort’s in order to ensnare him. Well, it’s too late now if it is he told himself.

“I detected your presence in the Dark Lord’s mind this evening, Potter, whilst I was employing legilimency against him. I saw your… desperation, and your determination to save him. Fortunately I was able to convey this to Lucius Malfoy without alerting the Dark Lord and he has adjusted the Manor’s wards to accept you.”

Harry wondered why Snape hadn’t just rescued Draco himself if he cared so much about him but he didn’t have time to consider that at the moment any more than he had time to hate the man right now. He turned to Remus, and saw that he had cast a disillusionment charm on himself. Just the hint of silvery shimmer which indicated the charm was visible. With a deep sigh of anticipation, Harry threw his invisibility cloak over himself and he, Remus and Snape walked to the Manor’s entrance.

*****

“Draco is being held in the drawing room in the East wing, the third door on the right after you come into the wing’s entrance hall. It has a large portrait of Brutus Malfoy hanging on the wall outside of it. The room is being guarded by two Death Eaters” Snape said quietly to Harry once the three of them were inside the manor, then swirled his robes and left him and Remus on their own, entering through a large set of double doors and disappeared from sight.

“Where the bloody Hell is the east wing?” Remus’ voice came from somewhere near his left shoulder.

“No idea” replied Harry. “Hang on a second”. He took his wand out and whispered, “Point me”. The wand spun in his hand.

“Okay, North is behind us and we’re heading south at the moment, so we need to turn left as soon as we can down this corridor” Harry murmured as quietly as he could. He kept his wand out this time, on guard for traps and Death Eaters.

“Why is it so quiet?” Harry asked after a couple of minutes’ walk.

“It’s three in the morning. I expect most of the Death Eaters are in bed” Remus replied. Then he indicated a left-turn to Harry. They both turned, and were suddenly standing in a huge hall. They were in the East wing.

“Third door on the right” Harry reminded himself. He remembered what Snape had said about the door being guarded. “Remus, are there Death Eaters there disillusioned?”

“It looks like it” Remus replied. “I can see a faint shimmer. Stunners?” Harry grinned in agreement. They raised their wands, and, in unison, cried, “Stupefy!”

The sound of two bodies crumpling was evident, and Remus cautiously approached them. “Finite” he said calmly and the disillusionment charms were removed. Harry took in a shocked breath.

“That’s Crabbe and Goyle” he said; the disgust was clear in his voice. He bent down and retrieved their wands from their robes, before snapping them in two. “Are you ready Remus? This could still be a trap and Voldemort could still be the other side of the door”. Remus nodded.

“Ready Harry”.

“Alohomora” Harry whispered, and the door clicked open. “Lumos”. The pitch-black room immediately filled with light. Lying in the corner on the floor was the battered and unconscious form of Draco Malfoy. He was in a worse condition than he had been when Harry had pulled out of the vision; clearly he’d taken further abuse in the time that had passed. There was now a very large gash running down his right cheek which was oozing something black in addition to blood. He also clearly had a broken nose, and Harry thought his other arm had also been shattered in addition to the one that was already broken. His eye sockets were swollen and purple and his lip was split. Harry forced down the bile that rose. Draco was in a bad way and needed immediate attention. Harry pointed his wand at him and muttered, “mobilicorpus”.

Draco rose into the air and hovered about five feet off the ground. Harry checked Draco had his wand; miraculously the Death Eaters had left it with him. Harry sighed in relief; his plan wouldn’t have worked if Draco had been wandless or needed to use another wizard’s wand. Hermione had shown him a tricky charm a few months ago where it was possible to cause one wand to become temporarily magnetically drawn to another, and caused the wand plus its master to follow the wand of the charm’s caster. He quickly muttered the spell, before walking a few feet to check it worked. Draco’s levitating body tailed him instantly. He smiled to himself. Then he turned to Lupin.

“Remus, can you cast a disillusionment charm on me please? I’m going to cover Malfoy with my cloak as it will protect him better than the charm if the Death Eaters find us”. Harry removed his cloak and draped it over Draco, making sure he was hidden from view, then felt the sensation of a disillusionment charm being applied. With Malfoy well hidden and Harry secure that his body would be following him and Remus as they walked, they turned to leave the room.

Praying they could get out of the Manor as easily as they got in, Harry walked out of the huge oak door and turned in the direction they had come in. However he knew immediately that they were in trouble- as soon as Draco’s frame had crossed the threshold there had been an audible twang. Harry realised instantly that the door was obviously warded against Draco; they were designed to prevent an escape, and by taking Draco’s body with him, Harry had just alerted the Death eaters to their presence. The warded door had also removed the disillusionment charms placed on Harry and Remus. Remus clearly understood too; he swore softly and stood rigid. It would only be a matter of seconds before the East Wing was full of Death Eaters. Taking a deep breath, Harry prepared for battle once more.

Just then two Death Eaters turned into the wing. Harry aimed his wand at a nearby statue and shouted, “Confringo!” The statue exploded as instantly and as violently as if a bomb had been dropped on it- the two Death Eaters howled in pain as white hot porcelain seared their skin and razor-sharp shards pierced their flesh.

Remus took advantage of their distraction and cried, “Incarcerous!” followed by “Expelliarmus!” The two Death Eaters instantly became bound in ropes, and their wands sored into Remus’ hands, where he promptly snapped them. For good measure Harry knocked them both out cold with a stunning spell, before dashing back down the corridor, Remus at his side. He stopped dead when he almost ran into Snape. Snape grabbed his arm and pulled him close, so his ear was in line with Snape’s lips.

“I’ve managed to spell the Dark Lord into a deep enchanted sleep” Snape whispered urgently. “He shall not wake, and will not be interrupting you tonight. I cannot, however, do anything about the other Death Eaters. They’re coming. Potter, you need to get out of here now”. And with that he took off back down the corridor and into the main entrance hall of Malfoy Manor. Harry and Lupin both sped off towards the front door, before stopping dead in their tracks.

Five Death Eaters were standing in front of the door, and another three were emerging from a room off to the left. Harry swallowed hard; whichever way he looked at it they were outnumbered four to one and those were crappy odds even for the best duellers. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with Voldemort tonight. He raised his wand just as the first death eater fired the body-bind curse at him.

“Protego!” he roared, making the shield large enough to protect Draco’s concealed body as well, and the jinx bounced off it. He quickly fired back a stunning spell, and was relieved to see it hit its targeted squarely in the chest. The Death Eater buckled and collapsed, unconscious. Harry didn’t have a spare second to sigh in relief, however; the figure of Bellatrix Lestrange was looming on him, a manic expression of sheer evil on her face. He mentally braced himself as she pointed her wand at Harry. “Cruc...”

“Reduco!” A voice from behind him called, and the spell fired over his shoulder. The blasting curse slammed into Bellatrix and sent her flying before she could finish casting the cruciatus curse on Harry. She crashed into the wall and slid down, dazed, a trickle of blood oozing from a cut on the back of her head. Harry turned, shocked to see Snape lower his wand.

“What are you waiting for Potter? Go, for Merlin’s sake!” he shouted before he sped off towards Remus who was locked in combat with a huge burly death eater. He managed to see Snape and Remus floor him before both moving off to deal with separate Death Eaters. He almost made the door before he was hit with a hex that made him go sprawling to the floor. Scrambling back to his feet, he pointed his wand at a Death Eater he was sure was Theodore Nott’s father and yelled, “Impedimenta!” Nott immediately fell over, and Harry threw a body bind curse at him, before snatching and snapping the elder Nott’s wand. He tried to catch his breath; he had taken out two of the death eaters and it looked as if Remus and Snape had done a good job too. He allowed himself a brief moment of relief until he spotted a Death Eater, Rowle Harry believed, aim his wand straight at Remus’ heart and heard the beginning of the most feared of all incantations.

“Avada-“

Harry’ blood boiled in fury, and panic surged through him. He had not come here to get any of his friends killed and he wasn’t going to lose Lupin, whatever it cost him. He quickly pointed his wand at Rowle and for the second time in his life cried, “Sectumsempra!”

It worked. Harry stared, horrified, as Rowle’s pale blue pyjamas instantly became stained with crimson. He gasped and doubled over, clutching his stomach, before collapsing into a huge pool of blood. His face drained of any colour and his lips were deathly white. With a final gasp, Rowle went rigid and the light in his eyes was extinguished. Self-hatred and disgust bubbled inside Harry. He had known what the spell would do this time yet he had still chosen to use it. He had done what he said he would never do. He had killed.

He was in shock. He stood, frozen to the spot, eyes transfixed on the slashed remains of Thorfinn Rowle. The front door was open and clear and he dazedly began to make his way to it. Remus caught up with him, a huge gash above his left eye.

“Harry, this way!” he yelled, and grabbed his arm, steering him out of the door. Harry emerged into the grounds of Malfoy Manor but was immediately hit with another jinx; he flew backwards and cracked his head on a rock. Vision impaired by the blow, he stood back up and carefully surveyed the scene around him. He noticed a wand lying on the floor. It was Draco’s. Harry picked it up and quickly checked the surrounding area. Draco was not there. Panic rose once more through him.

“Shit” he murmured to himself, as the realisation that Draco was also hit with the curse, sending him flying and causing him to become separated from his wand, washed over him. The magnetic wand spell he placed on Draco earlier was now useless, and Harry had a few seconds’ panic when he grasped the fact that Draco was lost. Damn the cloak at this moment for being so perfect, Harry thought. But at that moment thoughts of Draco were lost because yet another Death Eater was aiming a wand at him. An unknown spell was cast, and a jet of turquoise light soared towards him. Harry dropped to the floor and rolled, the light only just missing him, before throwing an incendio at the Death Eater. The ground just in front of him immediately burst into flames and the Death Eater yelped and retreated. Just then he heard Lupin’s voice calling out to him.

“Harry, get out of here now! Take Draco and go! You know where to go, Now! I’ll see you there in a minute” Remus yelled, who was duelling a big blond wizard Harry recognised from the journey to the Burrow earlier that evening as Selwyn. Harry didn’t need telling twice, but with the magnetic spell broken he still couldn’t locate Draco. Quickly he raised his wand and cried, “Accio cloak!”, and sighed in relief when the cloak zoomed into his hands, revealing Draco’s location at last. He pointed his wand once more at Draco’s levitating body, which was about a hundred feet away from him and shouted, “carpe retractum!” A length of rope shot around Draco and instantly pulled him quickly towards Harry, who, with the reflexes of a seeker, immediately grabbed Draco round his waist and turned on the spot. Harry’s last view was of the manor before disappearing was of Bellatrix, recovered from Snape’s earlier blasting curse, sprinting across the grounds towards them, casting a stream of emerald-green light that Harry has no doubt was a killing curse at the pair of them, before welcoming the asphyxiating sensation of apparition as they disappeared from the manor’s grounds.

Harry landed hard on the concrete pavement in the middle of the square outside Sirius’ family home, and swore under his breath as his knees made contact with the unyielding paving slabs. He quickly looked around; thankfully the street was completely deserted. He stood up and brushed the dirt off his jeans. A second later a bloody and bruised Remus appeared beside him, followed by a very pale and shaken but unhurt Snape. All three were quivering badly and breathing hard. Harry felt a throbbing in his forehead from where it had hit the rock. Gingerly he reached up to touch it and winced in pain at the contact. The pain consumed his head and was beginning to affect his vision. He examined his fingers and discovered they were covered in blood. Snape saw Harry examining the gash and pointed his wand at Harry’s forehead, before gently casting “Vulnera Sanentur”. Immediately the pain disappeared and Harry felt the gash knit back together. He quickly nodded his head in thanks.

“We need to get Draco indoors, it’s not safe in the open” Harry said to Remus, who had been performing healing spells on his own battered body. “But how are we going to get him inside? The house is under fidelius and we’re not the secret keepers”. He stared at Snape for a long moment. Harry was still incredibly confused about Snape and his loyalties after the night’s events. “Dumbledore was”.

Remus turned to Harry. “If a secret Keeper dies, all those he or she revealed the secret to become secret keepers. Harry, this includes you. You’re now secret keeper along with everyone else who knew the location. You can reveal the address to Draco and allow him to cross the charm”.

“It won’t take the Death Eaters long to find us though, standing here in the middle of the square” said Harry. “I need him to wake up so I can give him the address- bloody fidelius charm”. He suddenly had an idea. He withdrew his wand once more from his jeans pocket and pointed it at Draco. “Rennervate” he whispered. The spell shot from his wand and hit Draco; with a sudden intake of breath his eyelids fluttered open. Then he gasped and let out a groan of agony before turning a nasty shade of green. He turned to the side and vomited onto the flowerbed in the square, narrowly missing Snape. Once he was done he looked around. Evidently he did not expect to find himself outside in the middle of Muggle London with Severus Snape, a Werewolf and Potter. A look of confusion and fear joined those of distress and nausea on his pale features. “Potter? What the fuck? My father, my mother, where-“ he began in a panicked tone before Harry silenced him by holding up his hand.

“Malfoy, shut up a second, we’re exposed in the open and this isn’t safe. The Death Eaters will be looking for us. I need to get you under cover. Can you stand do you think?” Draco nodded numbly. Harry removed the levitation spell from him and gently returned Draco to his feet, where he stood uncertainly.

“Now listen. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place”.

*****

Harry closed the door to Grimmauld Place and waited until Remus had escorted Draco into one of the sitting rooms before pushing Snape into the wall. He drew his wand and jammed it into Snape’s neck.

“Potter, what are you-“ Snape began, but he was cut off with a snarl.

“I don’t know what sick game you’re playing, and quite frankly I can’t work you out and I don’t know what to think. The only reason I’ve let you put a toe over my front door is Malfoy needs you and you helped us out this evening and probably saved our lives. That doesn’t mean I like you or trust you. I need to know what danger Remus and I- and maybe even Draco- are in from you by my letting you in here. In a minute you’re going to ward this entire house so no one else who knows its location can get in- and include Ron and Hermione in that cos I’m pissed with them too. Cos for all I know you could have told all your little Death Eater friends the address by now. But right now you owe me- and Remus- an explanation as to what the fuck you’re up to Snape”. Snape narrowed his eyes in dislike. The look was very familiar to Harry. He did not, however, remove his wand from the hollow of Snape’s throat.

“You will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Professor’, Potter, and I will give you an explanation. But we all need sleep. It is nearly five in the morning and we have been in almost constant combat now for ten hours. You are in no danger from me, I assure you. But right now I need to attend to Draco and heal the worst of his wounds then we all need to get some rest”. But Harry was defiant.

“I will not address you as either of those two. You are no longer my teacher. Furthermore this is MY house, Snape. I will address you however I feel fit whilst you’re under its roof. And if you are being honest about wishing me no harm, I’m sure you’ll consent to make the Unbreakable Vow over it?”

Snape considered Harry’s face for a moment. Harry thought he could almost see a tinge of something close to admiration on his features before he schooled it into one of indifference.

“Of course Potter. Perhaps the werewolf will consent to be our bonder?” At this moment Remus came out of the living room. He stopped dead when he saw Harry, wand jammed into Snape’s Adam’s apple.

“Snape has consented to make the Unbreakable Vow, haven’t you?” said Harry, his green eyes never leaving the black ones of Snape. Snape nodded. “And it would be useful if you could be our bonder. We need to know he’s not going to hurt us, Remus”. Remus smiled and drew his wand from his pocket. Snape reached out and grasped Harry’s wrist.

“Do you, Severus Snape, promise that no pain, suffering or injury will occur to Harry Potter, Remus Lupin or Draco Malfoy or any of Harry Potter’s allies by yourself which you intentionally inflict for the sole purpose of weakening or destroying, during the course of your presence in this house?”

“I do” Snape replied.

“And do you promise to cast no hexes or curses intended to cause such injuries upon the aforementioned?”

“I do”.

The magic sparked, and coiled, before fading. The vow was complete. Snape broke the contact.

“Now, if you will excuse me, I believe Mr Malfoy is in need of my medical knowledge and potions”. And with that he swept out of the hallway and into the living room. Harry slumped down the wall and hugged his knees to his chest.

“We’d better let the others know we’re okay” he said. Remus nodded, and withdrew his wand.

“Expecto Patronum!” he said, and Harry watched in awe as a huge dog, one that looked very similar to a certain animagus he once knew, erupted from Lupin’s wand. Harry stared at the familiar figure, but decided not to ask Remus about it. Remus quickly relayed the message it was to play to Hermione, Ron and Tonks, before it disappeared into the early dawn light. He turned to face Harry once more, a look of concern on his face.

“And how are you doing Harry? Are you okay?”

“Yeah” Harry replied. Then he paused, the memory of Rowle’s death playing in his mind. He shut his eyes and willed away the tears that were forming and swallowed the lump in his throat. “No, I’m not” he said quietly. He lost his battle with the tears and began to cry, and suddenly Remus’ arms were wrapped tightly around him, pressing Harry’s head into his chest. Harry clung back firmly.

“I took a life” Harry sobbed.

“I know you did kiddo, I know. But it was for the right reasons. You saved my life. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t done that” Remus replied, stroking his hair. Harry nodded but continued to cry into Remus’ chest.

“Did… did you k…k…kill anyone tonight?” Harry choked. Remus bowed his head solemnly.

“Antonin Dolohov” he replied. “And, like you, I feel awful for taking a life. But, also like you, I saved a life in doing so. He was about to cast the killing curse at Severus. Harry, you killed a Death Eater tonight, but in doing so you saved Draco’s life. He would have been dead by noon today for certain if it wasn’t for you. As it is his wounds are healing and he is comfortable and safe and sound asleep in your living room. You’re a bloody hero”. Harry let the words wash over him, desperately drawing the small comfort they held from them.

“Is Hermione right? Will I be in trouble for all the underage magic?” Harry asked. Remus shook his head.

“No. It’s only the magic, not the perpetrator, that can be traced. You had no reason to be at the Manor tonight. No one will know it was you. Besides, it was self- defence. And no one questioned you about it on the journey from your aunt and Uncle’s to the Weasleys’ so no one will now either”. Harry’s breathing eased slightly.

They sat together for a time, until it became fully light outside. Finally Harry’s tears dried.

“I’m exhausted” he said. Remus smiled at him.

“I’m not surprised. Now go to bed Harry. I’ll help Snape set the wards around the house”. Harry gave a weak smile then ascended the stairs to the room he and Ron had shared two summers ago. He promptly collapsed, fully-clothed, on top of his bed and was instantly asleep.
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