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Devil's Snare	By : lashton Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Devil's Snare
- 2-Hours
- 3-Red
- 4-Purple
- 5-Friends
- 6-Teammates
- 7-Sunrise
- 8-Smell
- 9-Shapes
- 10-Star
- 11-Water
- 12-Breakfast
- 13-Winter
- 14-Rain
- 15-Broken
- 16-Who?
- 17-How?
- 18-Choices
- 19-Birthday
- 20-Ghost
- 21-Middles
- 22-Days
- 23-Orange
- 24-Brown
- 25-Enemies
- 26-Parents
- 27-Sunset
- 28-Sound
- 29-Triangle
- 30-Heart
- 31-Fire
- 32-Lunch
- 33-Spring
- 34-Snow
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Title: Devil's Snare
Rating: R
Word Count: 1011
020: Ghost
Paring: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is told to bring Draco to the light side of the war at any cost. Post-HBP, D/s, dubious consent, Post-Hogwarts, war!fic.
Disclaimer: Unoriginal characters and situations belong to JKRowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
Table of Contents found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/mahoganyhandle/9713.html

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Harry avoided seeing Malfoy for as long as he possibly could, following the disaster on Bella's birthday. He used the time away to throw himself into his work with the Order of the Phoenix, trying to live up to the others' expectations of him as Dumbledore's successor and heir. But as much as he tried to forget, the words haunted his thoughts, ghostlike whispers that came and left as swiftly as apparitions.
A week passed by in this way, until Harry received a letter from Moody. Mordred's Star had been stolen from its hiding place and the Order had reason to suspect that Malfoy had something to do with it.
Gathering his resolve, Harry Flooed to the Hours. Upon arrival, Harry was told that Malfoy was holding a meeting upstairs and that he would have to wait in the open hall. He sat around for three hours until Malfoy came down to meet up with him.
"Walk with me," Malfoy said. They went out the front entrance and onto the busy main street. A cool breeze whipped around them. Malfoy's cheeks stung red. "I wondered when you'd pull yourself together again. Did my comment affect you that much?"
"That's not why I was absent, nor why I'm here. Something was recently stolen from the Order and some of us are convinced that you're behind it."
"Are you convinced?"
"What does it matter?"
"I imagine that if you are, I ought to start making funeral arrangements."
"You say that so carelessly for someone willing to sell himself to ensure his father's safety. Curious, that."
Malfoy stopped in his tracks and Harry turned to him, shoving his hands in his pockets. The look in Malfoy's eyes was neither angry nor hurt, not that Harry could claim he'd expected Malfoy to feel pain at Harry's words. Some small part of him had hoped for it.
"Am I your whore, Potter?"
"Yes." Harry was thankful that his voice hadn't cracked. Malfoy smirked. "Isn't it obvious? I wonder what your precious Daddy would say if he knew what you've been reduced to."
"You don't know my father well enough to make a statement like that�. Or has your infatuation with me bred familiarity?"
"Proximity and frequency have bred familiarity, not infatuation."
"Oh? Do you think someone of my quality wears his true face when he dines with the son of a Mudblood and a blood traitor? If you want to be so familiar with me, you can sit on that."
Harry clenched his teeth and fists, trying with all his might not to rise to Malfoy's bait. He paused a moment before following after Malfoy when he started walking again. People wove out of the way and crossed the road as they approached.
When Harry caught up to Malfoy again, he said, "What do you know about Mordred's Star?"
"More than you know about it, I think," Malfoy said. "Most sources will tell that it is a multiplier of spells. That is true, I suppose, when it is misused. If you place it on your wand, your spells will be torn and diverge. Quite handy, if you've got to fight off multiple attackers, I think. But that is, as I said, a misuse."
"What is it meant to do, then?"
Malfoy sighed and glanced at Harry. "It� rends the soul, and, with it, magic."
Malfoy bent his head, allowing his fringe to fall in his face and obscure his expression. Knowing what he was up to, Harry brushed his hair behind his ears and lifted his face. If Malfoy felt himself vulnerable, then Harry wanted to witness it. Malfoy hadn't needed to hide, though. Harry couldn't read him anyway.
"If a wizard can remove his soul from his body, and divide his magic in seven parts, choosing where he places each, what becomes of him? Should the soul, once torn, enter another body, or several others, and fuse with another soul, or several, while the wizard's flesh rots in the earth, and the shards of magic are hidden away � in a goblet or locket, perhaps � is the wizard still a man? Or has he become something more, or less � a shade of a man, a pulse of power, a wandering thought, or the goblet or locket? He has become many things, and none of them. He has become the shapeless ghost, the restless immortal� the blood sacrifice where the demon rises."
Malfoy came to a stop before a dingy-looking brownstone. Harry looked up at the sign that creaked as it swung in the wind. Phoenix and Ash, it read, above a painted picture of a pyramid of red hot eggs. There was no door.
"Wizards created Horcruxes based on the legend of Mordred's Star � that is, the Light of Mordred the Unending, not the Kin-slayer�. I am curious how you came to be in possession of such a powerful artifact. Especially when you know so little about it�. And now it has been stolen, did you say?"
"It doesn't matter how we got it, but it was stolen from us, yes. I'm to make certain you didn't have anything to do with that."
"Certainly not," Malfoy scoffed. "I am many things, but a thief is not one of them." Malfoy gave him a sly smile, and Harry glowered at him. "Besides, Harry, there is more to Mordred's Star than even that. It has a mind of its own and longs to be in the possession of one worthy of it. It cannot be stolen; nor can it be used against its will. Some say that the magic of Mordred himself rests within the ring. It would be fitting, wouldn't it?"
"You stole it, didn't you?" Harry said, scowling. "You took it to give to Voldemort."
"Honestly!" Malfoy said, whipping out his wand. "I already told you: I am no thief! If you don't believe in that, believe in this: one cannot steal what one already owns."
With a flick of his wand, Malfoy apparated away. A shapeless shadow � a shapeless ghost � lingered where he once stood.
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