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Draco, What Have You Done?	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 59194 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Chapter 2

Standing quickly, Sirius yanked Harry to his feet and pushed his godson behind him. “Are you sure?” He asked warily, making damned certain his wand was ready.

“I'm sure,” Harry told him softly, clutching onto his own wand, eyes locked on the grinning man. With how his scar was twinging, that was all the confirmation he needed, but he recognized the older version of that shade as well.

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered, not sure what to do. Glancing around, eyes lighting on his and Harry's shite, he shook his head. He didn't know what to make of this. Looking back at the man that was still seated, looking smug, he snapped, “What did you do? And how did you manage this?” He didn't expect an answer, of course, but he was buying himself time to think how to deal with this new nightmare. With that, he was trying to edge the two of them towards the door. Somehow, he didn't think escape was possible, but he would hold the maniac off while Harry got the hell out of there. That's all he was going for.

“While I did nothing to cause the circumstances we're in, I can't say that I'm displeased with this turn of events,” Tom admitted, lifting his wand and sealing the door temporarily with a ward only he could cancel then did the same thing with the windows in the room. Settling back, he said, “And if you think I'm going to let the both of you go now that you've dropped yourselves into my hands, you're sadly mistaken!”

Still sliding towards the door, Sirius tried to get it open, but wasn't surprised when he couldn't manage. That left him standing there and trying to defend the two of them in close quarters. That wasn't going to end well.

Eyes flitting over the pile of belongings, assuming, after seeing the trunk with Harry's name on it, that they were the property of the two of them, he asked, “As I did nothing to cause this—how shall we say it—happy bit of luck, I am most curious as to how it came about. Do either of you care to tell me? It isn't like you're going anywhere anytime soon. I'll make certain of that. Now, what happened? I, myself, was lying down, reading, when smoke appeared.”

“How the hell do I know!” Sirius snarled, not sure what to say.

“What did you experience then? Perhaps we can put it together and figure it out. It isn't as though you can get help anywhere else, Sirius,” Tom smirked, crossing his legs. “I assure you, we're well hidden from Albus. There is no rescue coming. In fact, even my followers don't know where this abode is. So, perhaps, we should figure out just what's going on before more havoc is unleashed,” Tom told him smoothly. Though he looked unconcerned about this turn of events, he was acutely aware of what Sirius was like and the fight that was probably coming, so he made sure he had his wand ready.

“I'm not telling you shite,” Sirius snarled, wondering how in the name of Merlin he could manage to get him and Harry the hell out of here.

Giving an internal sigh, having figured this was coming, Tom said, “And if we don't figure it out, I'm sure that there's plenty else we'll get blindsided with. Settle down and let's see what we can manage. I would prefer not to get into a battle with you in my sleeping chambers. Especially since you weren't invited into them in the first place.” Eyes flitting to Harry, or what he could see of him behind Sirius, he then waited.

Not sure what to do, as the both of them were fairly trapped, Sirius' eyes darted to the door, wondering if he could blast the damned thing open, despite the spell on it. One way or another, he and Harry needed to get the hell out of here. Once that happened, he would figure it out from that point and get help. How? Well, that was the big question. There was an all out fight coming and it wouldn't be nice. Formulating the best plan he could, hoping like hell it worked, he muttered to his godson, “When you get a chance, make a run for it.” Hearing Harry mutter he would, Sirius began edging them towards the door, keeping an eye on the human appearing evil git.

Sighing, fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Tom said, “My chambers are as heavily warded as I can get them, Sirius. There is no escape. And I'm not giving either of you up without a battle.”

Quickly, figuring that this was the only shot he had, Sirius fired a spell at the evil bastard then tried taking the door apart with a blasting hex. Neither worked. The warding on the door just absorbed the spell and the one he shot at Voldemort headed right for the man, but suddenly made a perfect 90 degree bend before it hit him, shooting off in another direction. That—he didn't know what that was. The man had no shield up to deflect it in any way. Even if he did, it wouldn't cause that reaction. Shaking his head, he fired a spell at the window, hoping to break it then shot another the man's way as he was rising out of the chair, wand raised. Once again, the warding around the room absorbed the spell intended to break the window and the same reaction happened with the spell headed towards the man. That made no sense once more. After that, he tried Apparating both him and Harry out. As expected, it didn't happen. The arse probably had anti-Apparation wards up.

Tom lifted his wand to shield himself, but his brow furrowed when he saw the spell make a perfect angle away from him. As that wasn't possible for many reasons, he waited, starting to stand, when the second did the exact same thing. Basic laws of physics would prevent what he just saw, so, again, it made no form of sense. Standing, he fired off a couple spells himself at the two. Like what happened with Sirius', they made a perfect angle away from the two as they drew close. As he knew he hadn't done anything to cause that and there was nothing to deflect them, diverting the spells, he was now more than curious about the reason behind it.

Standing there, not sure what to do after the spells went awry, though he knew how accurate he was, Sirius just looked at the evil arsehole. Either the warding did something, a theory he doubted as the man's did the same damned thing, or something was seriously wonky. He was going for the latter there. Glancing over his shoulder at Harry to make sure he was fine, Sirius then focused back on Voldemort.

“I think we need to figure out what happened,” Tom said firmly. “Even Wizards are bound by certain scientific laws. And our spells just broke some. Which means, there is plenty at work here. So, I'll ask again; what happened to bring about this circumstance? It was nothing on my end that caused it.”

Panting heavily, eyes wide, Sirius didn't know what to make of this. Yeah, the git was right; no way what just happened should have. He was damned sure the maniac wanted to hit them with whatever spell he cast and wouldn't have made them go awry. Glancing back at Harry, who was clinging to him, he said, “I was going down to dinner then I was surrounded by sage-smelling smoke.” That's all Sirius would say. As it was the truth, it wasn't anything harmful. Besides, he knew it wasn't anything he had done.

“Sounds like what happened on my end,” Tom pondered thoughtfully. Eyes lighting on the wide-eyed Harry, he asked, “Well, Harry? Was it the same on yours?”

Swallowing convulsively, Harry stared at Voldemort then looked at Sirius, not sure what to do or say.

Glancing back at Harry, seeing the look there, Sirius asked gently, “Harry? Did the same thing happen on your end?”

“Uh—no,” Harry said quietly, not sure what to say beyond that.

Keeping an eye on the evil son of a bitch, Sirius asked, “What happened then?” Now, he was curious and wondered what had occurred.

Though not sure about giving it all up with Voldemort around, Harry gave the most basic rundown of what he could remember. Stopping when he finished, he waited.

Brow furrowed, Sirius looked back at Harry again and asked, “Any idea what it was or who threw it?”

“No idea,” Harry admitted with a shake of his head. “All I know is it smelled like burning sage.”

Groaning, remembering the speculation about Seer's Sage, Sirius muttered, “It has to involve salvia divinorum. Only thing I can think of.”

Mind honing in on that, Tom said, “Seer's Sage? That would explain the burning sage smell, yes. And that—whatever it was after we smelled it. It doesn't clarify the rest of this, however.”

Trying to think over what he knew that shite could be used for, Sirius was coming up with a blank as to what might have happened.

Stroking his chin, looking at the two then his eyes flitting to their belongings, Tom finally said, “Wait here. Let me find a couple books.” Though, honestly that was more of a moot statement, the waiting bit, as the two couldn't go anywhere. Without giving them a chance to answer, he swept out, making sure to shut the door firmly behind him.

Watching the maniac go, Sirius shook his head, wondering what the hell to do. Keeping an eye on the door, he quickly asked Harry to fill him in completely on what happened while he tried to take the ward apart that the arsehole had put on the door and everything else. After his godson was finished and he had failed, as expected, he muttered, “Blood hell! I have no idea what is going on or that dream thing.” Thinking about that, guts roiling over it, Sirius asked gently, unable to look at Harry, “You aren't feeling anything after that dream, are you? I mean like being sore or that? I'm asking because I want to try to figure out what in Merlin's name happened with it.” If there was a physical reaction, as would be expected, it was more than a dream, hallucination or whatever.

“No, nothing,” Harry muttered, flushing slightly at the thought of it. Looking around, taking everything in, he asked, “Any clue what the heck happened?”

“None,” Sirius admitted, rubbing a hand over his face and groaning. “I only know Seer's Sage is a hallucinogen. That's all. It would explain that weird dream, or whatever it was.” Glancing around, he added, “And I have no clue what would cause all our shite to end up here or why we are. That makes exactly no form of sense.”

“Yeah, well, this isn't good,” Harry muttered as the door opened. Eyes wide when Voldemort came in, Hedwig on his arm, and levitating books in front of him, he stiffened up.

Walking over to the two, looking at the snowy owl on his arm, he held her out then said, “She arrived as I was in the library. I believe she's yours, Harry.”

Holding out his arm for his old friend, happy when she climbed on it, Harry petted her as she nibbled affectionately on his fingers. Eying Voldemort, he wondered what was coming next.

Dividing up the books, Tom levitated half of them to Sirius then took a seat. “I would suggest that you help in looking this up, Sirius. It'll go faster.” Smirking again, he added in an almost sadistically gleeful voice, “And the elves are working on the room next to this for both of you. You'll have a sliding wall for privacy, but the only exit will be through this one.”

Not liking that, glaring at the arse, Sirius wasn't sure what to do. So far, there was no exit. At least that he could see. Until he could find a way or get a message out, they were stuck. Which meant he had to keep his guard up to protect the both of them. Eyes flitting to Hedwig as he took the books and sat down, he planned to try that way at some point tonight.

Opening the first book, Tom said, casually, not looking at the two, “I've made sure to cast a spell on the owl so she won't go beyond the wards. As I'm the only one that controls them, no matter what you do, she won't manage.” With that, he began looking up salvia divinorum in a book devoted to potion ingredients.

Grinding his teeth and giving an internal snarl, Sirius decided to try later anyway. That and see what in the hell they could manage to get some help. So far, they didn't appear like they were in danger, but that didn't mean shite. The fact that something had dropped the two of them in the maniac's lap was a nightmare of epic proportions. Especially when it came to Harry. At least he was here for that. It meant he could protect his godson the best he could.

Reading through the books, both Sirius and Voldemort asked Harry questions on what he could remember so they could narrow down what potions might have been used. Sirius hadn't realized just how many dark and disgusting things could be made with Seer's Sage. It also had him wondering who in the hell had pulled this one. He knew there were plenty in that school that had it out for his godson and might try something moronic to curry favor. It was just that he didn't think any of them would pull this stunt, whatever it was. Someone, somewhere, would have to have detected them brewing something Dark. Which meant, as soon as they got the hell out of here, he was going to find out who it was and take up his displeasure with them!

Tossing yet another book aside that offered no help in the situation, though some of what he read could aid others, Tom leafed through the next one. Running a long finger down the page devoted to Seer's Sage, his eyes widened fractionally when he came to the section on Magicae Nituntur. There wasn't much there, just a small mention of it. However, it was the best lead so far. Keeping that book open, he tried to find something in the others he had. As he looked, he said, tone distracted, “See what you can find on Magicae Nituntur in the books you have. It sounds like what might have been used.”

Brow furrowed, Sirius glanced at the man then began leafing through what he had to see what he could find. Quickly, he came across a couple pages about it. Eyes widening at what he read, feeling his stomach sink, he began asking Harry questions again as he looked at what was there. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered as he read, stomach roiling once more. This wasn't good. And whoever pulled this stunt was going to pay in the most painful way he could devise!

Looking up as Sirius muttered that word, Tom asked, “What did you find?”

Shaking his head, Sirius passed the book over then mumbled, “We're fucked. Well and truly fucked.”

Eyes wide at the use of that word, Harry asked, “What does it do?” Already, he didn't like the sound of it.

“Our magic is compatible, apparently, so whoever in the hell threw that damned thing bound us together. All three of us,” Sirius muttered, shaking his head, staring at Voldemort who actually seemed like he was grinning as he read. “And it says there is no breaking it.”

“No,” Harry muttered, horrified, brain unable to wrap around that concept and revolting at even trying.

Smirking hugely as he read, Tom nodded, “Oh, yes!” Though he was less than pleased that he had no choice in this and whoever it was that set off the bomb would pay, painfully, this was perfect. It meant that prophecy couldn't be fulfilled as he and Harry couldn't fight. The same with Sirius. However, with what he knew, his magic wasn't compatible with either of the two seated across from him. Harry was powerful, though untrained, but they weren't compatible, despite the wand cores. He was well aware of what his magical signature was and what it meant. Harry's wasn't similar. Nor was Sirius'. Which had him puzzled, and meant he had to figure it out. Perhaps it had to do with the connection between them. Another thing he didn't fully understand and would have to suss out as well.

Putting the book aside, he looked at the two across from him, completely smug, then said, “It appears we're stuck together, doesn't it?”

Putting his hands over his lower face, elbows resting on his knees, Sirius just stared at the man, not sure what to say, mind all over the place. First thing that came to mind was protecting Harry. That came before anything else. Though, if what he just read was right, the man couldn't hurt them. That sure as hell didn't mean he couldn't use them though. And he was damned sure he would try. Which meant he had to keep alert. Then there was the fact he had to get a message to someone so they could get help of some kind. Something. He didn't give a shite what it was. The three of them might be bound together, but there had to be something.

Not wiping the smug look off his face, Tom said, “Let me see what I can find on the potion. Well, more than what we have so we have a foreshadowing of what else might be involved.”

“And find out who in the hell pulled this stunt so I can hex them within an inch of their lives,” Sirius snarled, eyes flashing, unable to help himself.

“Oh, that I plan to do as well,” Tom chuckled.

“Just—oh, no,” Harry muttered, shaking his head, still processing what was said. He couldn’t handle this!

“Oh, yes,” Tom said, smirking bigger, pleased with this. “As we have a name, I'll try to find more on it. That should help. However, I believe the two of you should think; why did it pull you here of all places? What the book said, if it's accurate on that point, is that the people involved are pulled to the safest place. That's curious, don't you think? Hogwarts is plenty safe. As is Grimmauld Place. Why here then?”

Brow furrowed, Sirius thought that over and was most decidedly curious. It made no sense, actually. The evil git was more of a danger to the both of them than anyone else. So, why in the hell were they here? Shaking his head, figuring that was something they had to suss out soon, he sighed and pulled Harry close to him. Rubbing his godson's head, he said, “It's fine, Harry. Nothing to worry about.”

Eyes still wide as he looked at the completely smug looking Voldemort, he mumbled, “I think there's plenty to worry about. This isn't good, Sirius!”

“No, it's not. I admit that,” Sirius conceded with a sigh. “We'll manage. I'm with you and you know I'll protect you.”

“I think that's going to take a lot of work,” Harry uttered, shaking his head.

“Yeah, it is,” Sirius admitted, keeping an eye on the evil git.

“Well, now, since we're here, I think we should work on plenty of arrangements, don't you both? The room will be ready soon. You can relax in there. Food—call an elf when you want something. For now, I think you both need to stay right where you are. As we—adjust, we'll then work on allowing you to roam as you want. For now, that's not wise,” Tom said, still smirking. Oh this—it wasn't planned. Hell, it wasn't anything he would have considered, but it worked out ever so well. He had Harry and there was nothing Albus could do to get him away. Sirius—he would be a problem, that Tom would admit, but it also took a troublesome faction out of this war as well. That meant that he now had an upper hand that no one could counter. Just perfect! However, he was going to put out feelers to see who pulled this stunt. No, he wouldn't let them get away with it. Retribution would be had. After that—well, there were plans to adjust. Many of them. Most of what he had in place to deal with Harry was now by the wayside and not needed. Wonderful! That meant he could press on with plenty of other areas that would further his agenda. Adding to that, though, he was curious about why the bond had pulled the two here. Oh, he liked that, no doubt, but he wondered the why behind it. That meant there was something there, something he needed to know. He would be figuring that out soon because it was something that could only help him.

Staring at the man, not liking what he was seeing in the least, Sirius shook his head. This was insane and he didn't know what to do. And his mind was having a hard time wrapping around it. There were so many questions he didn't have answers to that he didn't know where to start figuring it out. Looking at Voldemort's human face, he asked, “How are you human looking? That's not what all of us have seen.”

“Oh? You mean this?” Tom chuckled then slid the transformation most knew in place. He was both now, the human and the serpentine look. That came with how he was brought back. It just took time to master looking human once more. “It's nothing to concern yourself with,” he said, changing back. “I believe, to put you more at ease, so to speak, my human side is what I'll use around you. For now anyway.”

“There is nothing that's going to put us at ease with you,” Sirius snorted, straightening up. Wrapping an arm around Harry, he held him close, waiting.

“Perhaps. You'll get used to it. I believe that's mandatory by now,” Tom told him, smirking again. Standing, he said, “Let me find some more books to see what we can determine. That and I'll put out feelers to ascertain what caused this mess. We'll then go from there.” Not waiting for an answer, he swept out, feeling smug and wonderful. This would only help and he planned to not only push it as fast as he could to keep plenty off-balance, but rub it in Albus' face. That, more than anything, would be magnificent to behold!

Watching Voldemort go, Harry shook his head. Waiting for the door to shut, he muttered, “We need to find a way out of this mess. Or get a message to someone, one of the two!”

“I'm not sure there is a way,” Sirius admitted dourly. “If there is one, we'll find it, don't worry. The only good thing is, from what I read, he can't hurt us. That'll help until we can find some damned wiggle room in this nightmare. Or get a message to Albus so he might manage. I don't know. Either way, whoever pulled this shite is going to be hurting when I'm done with them.”

“And I'm going to help,” Harry added, wondering just who did this and why they would. He decided that's where he needed to focus as the rest—Merlin! He just couldn't handle that yet. And he was going to plaster himself to Sirius so tightly it would be as if they had a permanent sticking charm on them. He wasn't sure what could come of this nightmare, but it wouldn't be good!
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