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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~ Part of the storm has now come...This chapter has held me captive, I have probably read, written, re-read, added and modified this at least a dozen times....It finally feels done... and so far... Well read for yourself.
Just remember... there is still more... the eye of the storm will pass before we find ourselves taking on the worst at the DOM...
thrnbrooke: read on...read on..
djaddict: I am not sure if I like it when you hate me...maybe I do... maybe that means I did something right... and now you will have to love me again. *Here is a triple dark german chocolate cake* you will need it after this chapter. Just remember, evil is evil. I stay true to characters as much as possible...and Voldemort and his followers were not nice.
Meecy: Yes Draco will have much to go through still... he is not done, and neither is Harry. Harry was rather an idot for not thinking all at once would affect him that way...But Harry still has flaws... he isn't perfect. Must make one thing clear... Severus never submitted....He may have given pleasure in a manner that looked submissive, but he never submitted. He was in control 100% of the time. Just defining that for you...That is his key flaw with his relationship...He can't submit. He showed his vulnerability though. He burried his previous love of Lily when he struck the ring with the dagger. You will see what happens to Death Eaters when they mess with an Augur, but Vincent... That will have to wait for later. Enjoy this one... I hope...
blj.14: Harry does not control Draco, but read on...the events should detail everything for you. Bad things happen, and can't always be controled when Voldemort is in the picture. In some ways there is a 'tit for tat' on some things due to Harry's vision. Draco suffering was originally at Harry's hands...now it wasn't Harry that did it.
So.... Enjoy...
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Chapter 20 - Taunting Fate (Augur Unleashed)

A/N~ { *Headline taken directly from Order of the Phoenix; Death Eaters who did not participate in the DOM battle: Alecto Carrow. (F); Amycus Carrow. (M); Gibbon. (M); Selwyn. (M); Thorfinn Rowle. (M)}
Tuesday morning was beautiful, sunlight streaming into the room, falling onto the sleeping forms of Harry and Draco. Draco stretched, yawned and then rolled over to place a kiss on Harry’s forehead. He got up and padded to the bathroom to shower and ready himself for the day. He really despised going to classes when he had the most delectable teacher sleeping in his bed. He would ask the Headmaster if he could let Harry teach him before the week was out. He was bent over the sink washing his face when he felt warm arms circle his waist and hot kisses placed over the back of his neck.
“Morning sunshine.” Harry muttered sleepily before letting Draco go to do his morning ablutions.
“I hate Tuesdays. The most classes in one day this year. I prefer Fridays with only two classes.” Draco complained.
“You are being careful...I did not like how Vincent looked since I was introduced as part of the staff.” Harry said.
“Blaise has take your warning to heart and been tailing me for each class… but there is no need to worry… I can handle Vincent. You worry about getting ready for next week.” Draco insisted.
“Drac…” Harry was about to interject a warning.
“I don’t need to be coddled, Harry…” Draco loved that Harry worried over him, but he wanted to stand on his own, be strong as well.
Harry moved back behind the blond, looking Draco in the eye through their reflection. His arms tightened around his husband. His dark emerald eyes conveyed his love, and his fear. Striking hard at the stubborn steel in front of him.
“Alright…”Draco huffed, “I’ll let Pansy, Greg and Blaise accompany me where I go…within reason.”
Harry sighed and dropped a kiss on top of Draco’s head.
Thank you...my love everlasting.
Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, parseltongue slipping out effortlessly. He enjoyed Draco’s shiver.
They walked together to the Great Hall, Harry letting go Draco’s hand as he headed to the head table. His eyes never left his husband, until the blond was settled between Pansy and Blaise. Blaise for all his cheek winked at Harry, who only nodded at him. His eyes fell onto Vincent Crabbe… the boy looked calm today… He did not once glance towards Draco. Harry sighed a little.
Harry settled into his schedule for the day, sitting in the back of the DADA classroom and taking notes.
Draco’s first class was Potions. His friends stayed with him, until they go into the class… Ron was his partner today, Hermione was paired with Gregory. The redhead was at least good at following directions, so they worked pleasantly together. They even got in some Quidditch chat in between stirring times… under their breath of course. Severus still would suffer no disturbing chatter.
Draco still resented going to classes, he looked older than any of the other student’s now. He did not mind the changes in his appearance, and was very fond of Harry’s changes. But he was set apart now, he felt he was progressing faster, not in academics, but in the maturity of his life. Hogwarts was holding him back, his real age was holding him back.
Lunch was not a quiet affair. Owls had descended with special editions of the Daily Prophet… The Headline causing chaos among the students.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN*
Harry ate his lunch with no interest in the news. The Headmaster was gesturing for the Prefects to calm their students. Draco looked around his table, and noted there was very little commotion. Nothing it seemed surprised them anymore. He looked up at Harry, and understood. Harry knew, and he let it happen. There had to be a good reason, Draco trusted Harry. Greg and Blaise moved closer to Draco and he almost chuckled, they worried too much.
It was after his Charms class that only Pansy followed him to his next class, since Blaise was caught up with Flitwick and Greg was cleaning up his desk after he blew up a cup. Draco excused himself to use the loo on the way.
Draco was relieving himself, when he lost consciousness. There was no preceding noise and nothing to alert him. Vincent stood over Draco with an evil smile on his face. The spell worked beautifully, just like his father had taught him… The Dark Lord would reward his family for this… He kicked the unconscious traitor, smiling when he heard a crack. Vincent cast several charms. He transfigured Draco’s body into a book, and carried it under one arm. He used a disillusionment charm on himself, and the magical signature masking spell his father gave him. And Finally a coma spell to keep Draco unconscious until it was time. He walked out of the loo when the door opened and another student walked in. He walked past a pacing Pansy and grinned. By the time he was outside, he knew he was homefree… He transfigured Draco’s body back to normal when he reached the appointed spot in the clearing.
A dark man approached him silently. “Vincent Crabbe?” the voice asked.
“Yeah...and this is the traitor Draco Malfoy.” Vince said, hefting the limp, but breathing body.
“Our Lord will be pleased.” the man said, casting a lightening charm on the body and picking it up. He apparated quickly, leaving the boy to figure out what he should do.
The sun was going to set soon by the time the man arrived at his destination. His sister met him at the door.
“The others will be here soon.” She said.
“Keep them away, I get to play before we call our Lord.” Amycus said. Alecto nodded, she wanted to play as well, but this was for a special purpose.
Amycus chained the boy to the ceiling, letting his wand split the boy’s clothing, leaving only a modest covering. He licked his lips at all the pale unblemished flesh...He cast the necessary spells to rejuvenate the blonde.
“Welcome, Draco… Are you ready for your punishment, traitor?” Amycus said before raising his wand to cast the first spell…
In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, quiet had descended.
“Clear the room.” The Headmaster’s voice called out loud and echoing in the now quiet room.
The students were sent out to their dorms and soon only a few people were left to watch the unfolding scene. Neither Poppy or Dumbledore could seem to stop the convulsing, but after a few minutes, Harry’s body went still.
Harry was transported to the Hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey could find no obvious signs of damage or wounds. Severus had gone in search of Draco, and found nothing except that Vincent was also missing. The teachers had found tracks that led off the school grounds near the forest. Poppy could not think of a reason to keep Harry in the infirmary, so she sent for Dobby. He was to take Harry to his own room to rest and let the Headmaster and Severus know when he woke.
When Harry woke, in his own bed, he was not comfortable. There was no warm body beside him, he reached out his hand feeling the coolness of Draco’s side of the bed and everything came crashing into his mind. Draco had been taken. Draco was in pain.
Harry stood, his body and soul felt desolate, empty and depleted. Draco’s love was not within him, filling him up, keeping him balanced.
He walked into the sitting room over to his desk, pulled out the book… He didn’t care about rules, anchors or compassion. He needed to know how to find Draco, how to get him back, how to stop the pain he felt Draco experiencing. Harry did not hesitate, reaching for whatever Augur power surfaced first to read. He passed over many passages for the different powers he possessed. He did not care about the power of wisdom, or knowledge, projecting, visions, healing the earth or anything other than getting to Draco.
There was a page that jumped out at him immediately, Retribution. Harry smiled, and it was a wicked smile, dark and malevolent. The clouds outside darkened, a portent of things to come.
Retribution paid in anger will destroy the light within an Augur. Saved only by love. Retribution will bring strength untold, and darkness unbidden. Careful manipulation is a must when Retribution’s fire is called, through the power of Justice and Knowledge combined.
Harry stopped there… He needed no further explanation. He would let the bond and the earth guide him to Draco, he would gladly pay whatever price to save the other half of his soul.
The sentence left unread may not have made him pause, but should have: The fires of the earth consume utterly without an anchor, leaving a shell of ash behind.
Harry walked out of his rooms, Dobby trailed behind him trying to talk to him, but he did not hear him. The cries of his lover were cutting his heart like a heated knife. He strode purposefully towards the entrance doors, nothing would stop him. Severus was waiting by the doors, darkness covered his features. Harry stopped for only a moment to spare the man a glance.
“The Carrows.” Severus imparted with a whisper. Harry nodded and made to keep walking before another hand found its way to his shoulder. The Headmaster, “Harry wait…Ahhh.” He took his hand away with the pain of burning flesh. Harry kept moving, once he was outside, his shirt fell to the ground discarded without a care, his shoes and socks followed, till he was bare chested and barefooted on the grass. The Headmaster continued to try to follow. Harry turned, his eyes black and lit with red flames. He let his foot fall, and a shockwave went through the earth and shook the ground where the Headmaster stood. Albus Dumbledore paused, fearing a wizard, truly fearing a wizard for the first time. He watched Harry turn and not look back.
Harry felt for it, the bond. Once he passed outside the gates he fell to the ground, digging his hands into the earth, searching until his hand grasped a root.
Harry stood beside the water and waited. He needed this, needed to find him, wherever Draco was, he would search him out. She came to him then, her face grave and dark like a thousand thunderstorms. Her hair matched the face, grey and flowing. Her skin grey and taut, her clothes were tattered and worn, with traces of ash all over. He begged for her hand, to walk to the island, he would swim if he had to. She reached anyway, and led him to the tree. There she stood, tall and stoic, though teardrops of dark red blood fell slowly over her grey face.
Harry let his hand hover over the branches, looking for just the right one. He circled to the back, and found the one he searched for. It was bright and shone more than any other branch in his eyes. He touched it and shivered, and the recognition of his body and soul to the branch was unmistakable. He traced it down to the trunk, followed the rivet in the bark just underneath, and that he traced to the ground. He found the root, Draco’s root, and then he let his mind go. He projected himself along the path, keeping his eyes open. He needed to know where Draco was, what condition he was in, who was with him.
Harry’s consciousness awoke inside of Draco. The pain was everywhere, he could feel the lacerations across his back, the nails in his feet, the biting of the manacles into his wrists. The pain was unending.
“Open your eyes, love, I need to see.” Harry’s whispered to Draco, trying to reach him through the deep haze of pain. He wanted to comfort and stay, but he needed to see.
His sight was hazy at first, but then he made out a dark room, walls made of large rocks, a small chair in the corner where a death eater dozed off. And a window. The outside was open to his view. He knew the place, he had seen it many times in Voldemort’s memory, in his own vision...Riddle manor. “I’m coming.” He whispered, before he left, letting his conscious flow along the roots and back to the tree.
He stood and met the darkened gaze of Gaia. “You risk everything to save him.” She said, the tone was simple with no reprimand.
“He is everything. Your hands know us better than we know ourselves. I can do no other than return him to where he belongs.” Harry said. She only nodded.
Harry lifted his hands from the ground, and stood. There was no one that would stop him. He had the power of the earth at his fingertips, the wind in his mouth and death in his eyes. He turned on his heel, picturing the start of the long walk to Riddle manor.
Alecto felt the first tremors of the earth. Amycus heard the sounds of thunder close by. The rounds of thunder did not stop with one burst. The other death eaters entered the room looking around. Alecto was the first to feel the wards of the manor shatter, she went to the window and gasped, backing up into her brother. Their fear was bleeding into their mouths. Amycus looked to Rowle. “Go watch the prisoner with Gibbon.” The blond nodded and left in a hurry. The brother and sister stared at the figure below.
Harry stood tall, dark and foreboding. Flames covered his body. As he moved, the ground rolled under his feet, the sky burned under the thunder and lightning above him. He had no wand, there was no need. A death eater was pushed out the front entrance as he neared and the stupid man sent spell after spell towards him. Most were casually deflected by his cloak of fire, a few stunners and cutting curses hit him, but he felt nothing.
Harry was the fire of Retribution. Inside the rage was building, and he let the fire of retribution consume him, he wore it like a robe. A trail of fire left in his wake, scorched the earth. He pointed towards the death eater, and opened his mouth, letting the flames of the earth flood him, and engulf the man in front of him. Harry kept walking stepping carelessly on the pile of ash. One touch and the wood of the door splintered and fell to the ground. His path was cleared as he walked, son of the earth… He let the bond lead him, guide him to where he needed to be. He turned his head and spied a room with with a few death eaters. He entered and they cowered before him.
Alecto was struck, by the pure beauty in the terror before her. The eyes of death looked upon her, judged her, and found her lacking. She would die, looking upon greatness unlike any she had ever known. Harry Potter’s dark hair was alight in red flames, his face was menacing. The black pits of eyes held a dancing red flame. A smile of retribution was on his face as he looked at her. His body was clothed in flames, though his pants did not burn, every muscle was bunched, tight and taut. Her screams of pain, as the flames took her, found delight in the abyss of death before her. Her brother died next and the rest followed, unable to look away, unable to escape the retribution of an anchorless Augur.
Harry stepped over piles ash, his mind was consumed in anger, rage, hatred and darkness. The more he burned the more he wanted the world to burn at his feet. He found the room. Two wizards guarded Draco. Harry’s rage flared higher as he took in the visage of his bonded, his soul, his world.
Draco’s blond hair was soaked in blood at the tips where they stuck to his shoulders. His perfect skin was flayed open on all sides. Dark blood was dried in ugly gashes so deep, Harry noted some bone fragments sticking out where his ribs should be. His arms were above his head, held by chains, fingers white and bloodless. His feet were unrecognizable, torn by the many nails driven into soft flesh. The only clothing was cloth covering his midsection. Every inch of flesh was ripped open, muscle and sinew torn. Draco looked dead, eyes closed to the inferno of the room. The floor under his beloved was puddled with dark blood. The wall held his imprint from the blast and scatter of blood against it.
Harry’s cried out as his torment burst from him, all the rage he could manage, he let go. Harry opened mouth, his eyes and his hands. The fire from within erupted, spilling from his eyes, his hands and his mouth, it jumped off the walls and hit everything it could touch, human or not. Draco’s only protection was a weak shield that the bond had put around him unknowingly. The shield would not hold the longer the flames burned.
The heat from the flames caused Draco to stir, and to witness the destruction of everything around him. Harry included, the fire from within, would eat him alive, from the inside out. Fire poured out of Harry’s hands, eyes and mouth. Burns were starting to sizzle on tanned skin turned black. Draco could not cry out, his mouth shut with dryness. He could not touch Harry to stop him… He could only love the man, and let the bond pull to him. Draco concentrated, pushing every bit of pain as far away as possible, ignoring his weakness. There was little time. He found their thread, it was getting darker, weaker... He could not let that happen, he would not let Harry go...His soul burst from him and raced down the cord of their bond, and collided with fire and rage. Draco pushed with what little will he had left, struggling to gain entry. Suddenly he found a weakness in Harry’s armor, love… so small but there it was, and Draco grabbed for it and he was there, filling Harry, loving Harry, pushing out the rage, the darkness, and the pain.
Draco’s soul rebounded when his strength left him.
Harry stood, ready to be consumed. His insides were starting to burn, his organs cooking under the heat, his memories about to turn to ash, his soul shrinking away. His mind was already preparing to leave, to die, to give up, and then an overwhelming force plunged into him. He was stilled, filled with never-ending love, purity, and everything that was Draco. He felt his power receded within him… and he stood on a cold stone floor, the building was in shambles around them. There were no walls left in the ash of the destruction, and the night sky was laid open to them. He looked to see his broken savior on the floor, barely breathing. His own strength was waning fast as he picked up Draco and cradled him in his arms. He stepped over rubble and kept moving until his feet met the wet grass. He knelt down, called for the rain, and to Gaia, his tears of sulphur flowed with the rain… he needed the waters of fate...Draco needed it. He wrapped his whole body around the blond man, sent his soul to hold Draco’s.
He stood at the edge of the water, cradling his beloved. Her voice reached him, her heartbeat was slow, and matching Draco’s laboring heart.
“Take to the water, I’ll catch you both if you fall.”
Harry used the last of his strength to slide into the water, holding on to his most precious gift.
The waters of fate surrounded them, cold as ice, seeping through every bruise, every cut, and every part of broken flesh. Harry cried out in pain as his body screamed, he had not known he was injured until then. His organs burned under the depth of the cold hitting hot flesh. Still he held on to Draco, praying that the pain for his love would be his own.
“Give me his pain, Please.” Harry begged. He was hit with more pain than ever a man endured. His own pain was sharp and stabbing through his organs and skin, the new burden was pure hell. His mind, his face, his eyes, his tongue, his fingers, his toes, all raged with endless torment.
The pain ebbed after an eternity, flowing away from him to the surface as a dark stain. Harry watched the perfection of Draco’s skin return, whole and restored. Draco was renewed and reshaped in his arms. The man’s face was again redefined, a beauty unlike any other. Smooth, seamless skin that glowed pale in the moonlight. His hair turned whiter with just a hint of blond and grew longer floating around him in the water. His features more defined, older, but with an eternal youthfulness. Draco felt heavier to Harry, but not by much, the muscles were lean and well defined, and his skin was smooth as satin. Harry placed a gentle kiss on Draco’s forehead. He stood to get out of the pool and met Gaia at the edge.
“How much will this cost me?” Harry asked quietly afraid that somehow they would take his power and Draco from him.
He stared up at the beauty of the earth, no longer grey as the storm. Her hair pure white and straight, flowing over her pale body covering her like a robe, her skin glowed with the light of the moon, her eyes danced with the stars and the smile on her blue lips filled him with joy. She carried a resemblance for his transformed Draco, he noted.
“As you are son of the earth, he is son of the moon. The moon is the anchor to the ebb and flow of the seas, the lifeblood of the earth. Your task is unchanged, your goal still attainable. Though your enemy will be drawn to you more than ever. He will search for your strength, your power when he learns of you. Trust in yourself and your bond, and your choices will only grow in wisdom.” She imparted, and placed a kiss on his beloved’s head.
He watched as the veins in Draco’s head pulsed to the surface, glowed softly and then fell back down. He turned his searching emerald eyes upon her own, they matched his in their color, only hers were richer, like new moss. She leaned in and kissed his forehead as well. Warmth flowed through his veins, they reached for her, the new change pumped through him, filling his body with more strength than he felt before.
“Go, rest, and find your way, my sons.” Gaia whispered.
Harry woke, he was kneeling on the ground, still holding Draco. In the light of the moon, he could see that all was well. He stood, tightened his hold, and turned on the spot.
The Headmaster was still fearful, as he stood at the top of the tower. He watched as one dark man, moved over the grounds, flowing like a mighty river. In his arms was a man as pale as moonlight. If the Headmaster did not know Harry, he would have sworn the two men were legends of old.
Severus, Sirius, Professor Mcgonagall and the Headmaster had been beside themselves. Harry was gone. They knew not where. Severus had found Vincent hiding out in the forest near Hagrid’s hut. The boy confessed under Veritaserum, that he had taken Draco and he delivered Draco to the Carrows, who were to take him and hold him for the Dark Lord. The Headmaster feared for the boy. He was not sure about Harry. Harry was untamed and unrelenting, the man he had witnessed earlier would not see the age of this child. He sent Vincent to stay in Severus’ care for now.
Severus had Sirius stay in the bedroom so he wasn’t seen, and put Vince under a sleeping spell in a guest room. He locked and warded the door so no one would get in or out without him knowing. Just as he finished, there was a rather ominous knock on his door. He knew it was Harry, the magic that flowed right now, could only be him.
“Sirius!” Severus called, hoping the godfather could keep his godson at bay.
Sirius entered, knowing that Harry was unstable when he left the castle, no one knew yet if he had found Draco. Sirius nodded at Severus, and braced himself.
Severus opened the door, and gapped. The slight transformation from the holidays was nothing compared to what stood at his door.
Harry looked nothing like their young Harry any longer. He was legend reborn. He stood close to six feet tall, his shoulders were broad, and tightly bound in thick ropes of muscle. Without his shirt, you could see the sparse hair had developed into a light carpet over most of his tanned chest. His muscles were larger, but very well defined. More prominent were the rune tattoos on his arms, certain ones looked darker than the others, with one still steaming. His black hair was still unruly, but gleaming a blue/black. His scar was still there, the shape of his face chiseled with rugged angles, his chin was spattered with shadow. The signature glasses looked almost out of place, but still they refined what they could out of the unrefined beast they had before them. The emerald eyes were bright, clear and…
“Is there a problem? I found Draco. And I know you have Vincent. I won’t harm him, but I need to know what he knows. Can I come in?” Harry asked his voice was deeper and darker.
Sirius walked up behind the dumbstruck Potion’s master, and pulled the man out of the way. “Um… Harry have you seen a mirror?” He asked.
Green eyes darkened and pinned his Godfather, “I do not care if the waters turned me into a Thestral, I need to know what Vincent knows, now can I see him or not?”
Severus seemed to wake up from his daze then, “The Headmaster needs to make that call…”
Harry faced the Potions master, “Fine. Dobby!”
The house elf popped into the room, his wide eyes grew almost twice their size looking at Harry.
“Master Harry?” The elf questioned.
“Please get the headmaster, I need to question a student.” Harry ground out… He really hated when people stared, and this change of his looks was starting to get annoying. For now he needed to know what Voldemort knows, he needed to know what Vincent passed on. He did not want to use his link unless it was absolutely necessary. Now though, he was kicking himself for not thinking of that link sooner and completely missing what went on. Damn Voldemort… Yes, he could and would do that. Soon.
Sirius sat next to Snape on the couch, though not touching. They both looked back at the man, and there was no doubt that Harry was a man now, who sat opposite them and waited.
Severus broke the silence, “How is Draco?”
Harry turned, his eyes had not yet returned to their full green shade, and the Potions master flinched. Harry closed his eyes, if they wanted to know, he would show them.
Before them floated an image of Draco, just as Harry had found him. Blood congealed in his wounds, body broken, feet mutilated. There was a cough and a gag. Harry didn’t care from whom. He was here, but his insides were still raw, his rage barely contained. Only the tightness of the bond that Draco had used, constricted his anger.
“Is he alive?” Severus tone was reverent
“He is resting, in our room, I have warded it with every Auror ward, and asked the earth for her protection as well. She has been good to us, healing our physical wounds.” Harry stated coldly.
Fighting his demons over the last few months had gotten easier. His guilt had quieted and was no longer holding him hostage. Tonight...He would never forget tonight. Tonight would haunt him even in death. Draco had been brutalized because of him. Harry got so lost in his own thoughts, he did not feel the tears flowing. Not until he felt himself engulfed by two bodies, holding him. Sirius was whispering in his ear, Severus just stroking his back. Sobs of unrelenting sorrow and grief flowed through him.
The Headmaster entered, witnessing a scene unlike what he had expected. He was expecting fury, rage, or burning anger. His heart broke, Harry was broken, and hurting. He had not seen past to the man within...Again failing this young man. Harry was sitting on a sofa, his black head buried into Sirius’ chest, large broad shoulders were heaving, sobs were broken and muffled. Sirius just held him, Severus on the other side comforting with soft strokes. Albus walked softly to the huddled mass, knelt down in front of Harry and placed his hand on one shoulder. Letting him know he was there to support Harry, not hinder him, not lecture him, and not control him.
Harry let it go, his rage, his sadness, his guilt...He let it flow out through his tears, let it soak into Sirius’ shirt. He may have all the power the earth could offer, he may have the strength of ten men, the will of a Potter...But his heart was as delicate as his mother’s. He had an Evans heart, tender and soft, and currently bleeding open with despair. Harry moved, raising his head, looking at his family before him. The boy could wait. He just needed to be with Draco, to feel him, to know he was there.
“I’ll talk to Vincent later,” Harry whispered, his voice raw and grated. He turned his eyes on the Headmaster, “I want to teach Draco myself, no more classes, no more mistakes.”
Albus nodded, “You are more than qualified, I have no objections. Please come talk to me or any one of us when you are ready. Harry, you are not alone. Does Poppy need to look Draco over?”
“No, our worst pain right now is our own memory. The healing was bone deep, and the earth gifted us, I do not know yet to what extent, but I am sure nothing like this will happen again. Please excuse us tomorrow, I will be back to observing on Thursday.” Harry spoke softly, as he stood up. He turned to Sirius and gave the man a heavy hug while towering over the man now. He rotated and caught a very anxious Potions master in another embrace, whispering his thanks. Albus was the most surprised to receive a hug, followed by Harry’s brief apology for scaring him.
They watched him go, shoulders hunched, but still a fearsome sight.
Harry entered his rooms, he sat on a chair next to the bed. He just stared at Draco, afraid if he touched his savior, he would break him. “I’m sorry.” Harry whispered. Draco’s hand lay just centimeters from his own, as he rested his head on his arm and let sleep take him.
Voldemort was ecstatic… His followers were gathered in the Malfoy manor, he would be filling them in on the current status of the prophecy and what he expected. Now though, he turned the note over in his thin grey fingers…
He is ready for you. A.C.
He was going to finish the stupid boy off alone, but now, seeing how well Lucius received him and the rest of his fellow Death Eaters… he thought a reward was in order. He strode purposefully towards the drawing room.
“Lucisusss… I have a present for you...Join me, let us speak to your son...Amycus has prepared him for my arrival...The bastard dared to bond with Harry Potter… I am sure this treachery is not something you were aware of my friend.” Voldemort conferred, offering his arm.
Lucius was stricken, though his indifferent mask was in place. His son...if Amycus was involved, that meant torture. Grief swamped him, his body did not want to function, his brain rebelled, and his stomach was ready to lose all contents. This was not a mission to speak, but to kill, he knew that look in the Dark Lord’s eyes...the glee he saw there tore at him, inside he was screaming. He would use Harry’s coin and take his son away, the task and his role be damned. Lucius was determined, as he placed his hand on the man’s in front of him. He wanted to reach up and choke the life out of the snake, watch the evil bleed out and be forgotten. He blotted his rage for later, he had to be prudent, only the Dark Lord knew where Draco was… He would bide his time.
They were swept away quickly and when Lucius’ feet touched the ground a screech of pure anger could be heard for miles. The Dark Lord was enraged by what they found.
Voldemort had been prepared to enter his home and relish the cries of a young man begging for his life. Rage flowed over him, his house was smoking, in ruins all around. He walked the familiar path only to see ashes floating in the air, rubble strewn around, and scorch marks in the earth. The only room that seemed to have been remotely spared was the room where Draco was to be held. He found the manacles melted on the ground, blood was everywhere, so the boy had been tortured, that made him smile… he would not live long. Who did this? Not even Dumbledore was powerful enough to get through his wards. Such power, he had no knowledge of. He screamed his frustration. His mind exploded with revelation in that moment.
I did it you bastard… Harry fucking Potter… Alone...The prophecy is your only hope in understanding...Good luck with that.
Lucius backed up as the Dark Lord raged… He was nauseous when he saw the amount of blood dried on the floor of the one room that still had some walls. Harry… He must have come… It was the only solution...There was no match to this kind of power. Draco would be safe, he knew it… and his trust in the Augur settled him, filled him with a balm to help him through this.
Harry’s dark smile crossed his sleeping face as some of Voldemort's rage bled into him from that stowed away compartment in his mind. He sent his message back loudly and clearly.
Draco’s soul witnessed the depth of love. His heart broke as he watched Harry carry his body into the waters. He could do nothing to prevent Harry from taking the pain upon himself. Draco turned, unable to bear the suffering of his dark angel. She was there...He did not know her, but there was something familiar in her appearance. Her gaze was locked onto Harry under the water, as if she could see every line and detail of the man submerged. Her beauty was something beyond the living, yet not part of the dead, something in between. He reached to touch her pale shoulder. Without his body, the shimmering form of his soul, passed through her. Her head turned sharply, staring at him, an odd mixture of concern and surprise flashing across her pale features.
“You are not my Augur… how is it you see me?” She spoke as if cursing.
“I do not know...Can you stop his pain?” Draco asked his tone begged.
“It is your pain he feels. He begged the waters for it.” She revealed, a dawning look of comprehension came over her.
“How are you a soul pair? Death has not visited me since before the age of Merlin...No Augur has had a twin soul since Nefertiti…” She turned to fully face Draco’s translucent form.
Her hands gracefully extended, an aura of light surrounded Draco’s floating soul, golden light bright and brilliant. The cord of their bond was delicate now, a gossamer thread, and she reached to touch it, and when her fingers closed around it, a hum started slowly. The note was beautiful, sweet and if anyone was within range, their own heart would melt at the sound. Her eyes flashed to the moon, whose rays were incandescent, highlighting the water, and pulling the waters of fate to the shore in a slow ebb.
“Child of the moon...Death blessed your soul...without me...I can do no other than bless the sons of my bosom. Go...I will take care of your body, and his. My darker son has need of you…” She whispered as she turned back to the water’s edge.. She put in her foot, a dark stain that floated across the surface of the water moved towards shore, and she absorbed it.
Draco’s spirit vanished, as if it never had been, just as Harry emerged from the water.
Draco’s eyes opened first. He stretched his legs and then his arms. Everything felt new but right. There was no pain, no ache, no bindings. He was safe, in his own room. His eyes fell on the man beside him, and drank in every detail. Harry’s face was still there, under a mop of impossible black hair. Glasses were tipped awkwardly, causing Draco to smile. Harry was larger, taller, and there were muscles that Draco not seen before. He itched to explore them with his fingers.
Where Harry had changed into a young man before, now he was a fully matured man. Beautiful in the ruggedness, but harsh in the appearance of brute strength. Draco let his fingers slide against the softness of Harry’s hair. His thumb brushing against a stubbled cheek.
“Harry…” He whispered, calling to the man he loved, the man who had saved him and took his pain away.
Green eyes, hazed with sleep, red with sorrow opened slowly and focused on him. Harry’s withdrawal, hurt as the darker man shifted away from Draco. He could feel a hollowness burrow inside his chest, he reached for Harry. The surprised look that crossed those green eyes made him want to weep.
“Hold me.” Draco whispered, every piece of him needing that strength before him to hold him together.
Harry moved slowly, his weight heavy on the bed causing it to dip. His arms were larger now, and when they wrapped around Draco, he sighed contentedly. Warm, safe, and perfect. Draco felt his own soul seep out of him, needing their closeness to commune with Harry’s. The moment was beautiful, encapsulating and filling for both of them. Harry pulled Draco closer, needing to feel softness against his own hardness. Their opposite reflections were a perfect fit. Harry’s lips fell onto Draco’s neck, feathering kisses, so soft it felt like tears falling. Draco could feel the guilt of his lover, and reached to pull those lips to his own. He needed Harry, anything that could make him feel pleasure again, he needed that. Before they kissed, mercury eyes stared into emerald.
“Love with me...touch me...make me feel only you…” Draco asked softly, before delving to tenderly taste Harry’s mouth. Draco’s mouth was a beautiful grace, flowing over Harry’s lips like sun scorched honey.
Harry’s hand caressed his beloved’s face, fingers splayed to touch a temple, a cheek, an eyebrow, everything. He mapped out Draco’s face with tender touches as their mouths melded. He moved lower and touched Draco’s neck, then his back feeling smooth flesh where hours ago there had been wounds. Harry’s tears fell as they kissed, his sorrow flowing for every lash, every cut and every drop of blood spilled. His hands touched everywhere. He took his time, feathering touches over soft skin. Harry let his love and sorrow fall as he tenderly touched Draco’s bare chest, feathering soft touches and kisses as his moved. He lowered himself kissing softly along Draco’s legs, worshiping the feet of his lover, washing them with his tears even as he placed soft barely there kisses on each toe. His hands and mouth moved back up, taking in areas he had missed. His green eyes, so full of love and adoration looked into silver.
“I want to share everything with you… My love, this time.. I want you in me...fill me with your love...I never want to feel empty again.” Harry begged, hoping Draco would…
Draco lay there, awash in feeling...Tasting Harry...letting go of the pain, and the evil that tried to invade him. He let Harry’s touch renew him, heal him, and love him. There was no searing pleasure this time. There was soft love, aching need, and a tenderness that made him sensitive to every touch. Harry’s tears broke his heart, yet it felt real, powerful, loving. Every kiss warmed him, made him feel safe, each feathered touch brought him soft aching pleasure. His body throbbed, sang with electricity…
Harry’s words were beautiful, and he wanted to give Harry the stars for it. Draco would love Harry the best he could, he would find his haven in his angel. He watched Harry lay down, and spread out before him. Naked, strong and beautiful. Draco spread his hands and let the soft curls on Harry’s chest flow against the pads of his fingers. Trailing his fingers over a very toned abdomen. Draco knelt to place light kisses over bare skin, eliciting a hiss from Harry. His long hair flowed over Harry’s skin as his head moved. He went lower and started to taste the perfect cock before him. The parseltongue spilled from Harry’s lips, enticing him, bringing Draco closer to his own precipice.
I love you my savior...Your touch… is so good.
Harry let out a sigh as his savior consented, tentative fingers blazed a trail of heat where they landed. Perfect lips branded him, melting his body, soothing his heart. The silk of Draco’s hair caressed his body, preparing it for touches and kisses. Draco was face to face with his erection and softly lapped at it. Harry hissed with each pass of heated tongue. He felt one of Draco’s fingers pressing into his entrance and relaxed. He whispered the forgotten spell to coat his entrance. One finger was amazing, the heat inside his belly increased as he pressed further, needing more, and Draco was still licking the tip of his erection, flying him higher… He cried out Draco’s name when a second finger entered him and hit his prostate.
“Please… Fill me ….I need you…”Harry cried straining to push for more… never had he felt so good. Every time they joined, there was more pleasure than before. Draco was slow and beautiful in everything he did.
Draco felt blissful, tasting Harry. With each slide of his fingers, his own erection became a throbbing mess. He positioned himself to grant Harry’s wish. He was amazed at how incredibly hot Harry was when he entered him. He bent over Harry, grasping broad muscled shoulders to steady himself and help find his control. Harry tipped his hips and Draco mewled… Harry captured his lips, then guided his hips with strong hands, and he finally was sliding in and out of heaven. Draco was overwhelmed, his whole body was sensitive and the brush of his nipples over Harry’s chest, the heat of their kiss, and the tight haven of Harry’s body took him quickly over the edge...He pushed in two more times, spilling himself into Harry, who cried out under him...coating their bellies with warm liquid.
Harry was filled, so complete in that moment. Draco’s love, his passion and his grace filled him, his heart was full, and so was his body… Draco’s movements were unsure, but that made it more pleasurable. There was little pain, since there was only love between them. Harry’s hands guided Draco into a steady rhythm and took his husband’s lips, drinking in each gasp and moan. They were one, sharing souls, sharing breath and their hearts. When Draco’s body brushed his, the friction was exquisite, and then he was filled with heat and he let go of his own need, not letting go of his savior’s lips… He wanted to taste abandon, only letting go when his release overwhelmed him.
They lay connected, holding tight to one another, breathing in the love they shared. Leaving fate for tomorrow.
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Chapter 20 - Taunting Fate (Augur Unleashed)