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The Fallen Lion	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22455 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I do not gain any profit or benefits from writing fan fics of any kind. The only thing I own is any original characters you don’t recognize from Harry Potter.

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Author’s Note: It never stops to amaze me how reviews can inspire me. Sometimes it’s the questions, other times it’s the comments. I write simply because it is something I have always been good at and I love seeing scenes play out in front of me like a movie. I’ll admit when I was on Fanfiction.net (under a different name), there were a few times I got some nasty, negative reviews. Thankfully, those reviews make for a good fire to roast marshmallows and makes s’mores. I apologize if there is some disconnect between chapters. My writing time has been cut with moving into my new home next weekend and being overworked due to us still being shorthanded on my team at work. And it certainly doesn’t help that my cat had an accident yesterday.
Chapter Twenty
Sing, Canary, Sing
“What the Hell happened? You could have killed him!”
“I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough times! I didn’t want to talk!”
“You’re keeping fucking secrets from us again! Either start telling us everything or get out!”
Harry flashed the older wizard a small, sad smile. Severus visibly startled when Harry pulled out a potions vial. A fast-acting poison. The second it was swallowed, the victim dropped dead.
“I’m sorry, Severus.”
Severus whipped out his wand, blasting a spell at him to put him to sleep. A large barrier absorbed the spell, never even coming close to Harry. Kasper was barking wildly as Harry uncorked the potion. Harry threw his head back and swallowed the potion in one gulp. The brunette’s body gave out and he collapsed to the ground dead.
“NO!”
His eyes snapped open. His heart was beating rapidly and he could feel sweat pouring down his head. Severus sat up in his chair, reaching out to grasp his glass of whiskey. He downed the rest of the contents before throwing himself to his feet. He took five shaky steps to the bed while gazing down at his sleeping lover.
He remembered well what had happened hours ago. Kasper had apparated into the lab, snagged the sleeve of his arm in his teeth, and apparated with him in tow. After the initial shock of apparating with the canine, Severus’ gaze had fallen on his two younger lovers. His emotions had all gone haywire from there.
Rage. How dare Harry hurt his lover? Severus’ first lover?
Disbelief. How could this have happened? Draco was a capable wizard of defending himself. He was an Unspeakable, for Merlin’s sake!
More rage. The foolish child! He should have more control than this?!
However, his youngest lover’s words struck a chord in him. Harry’s body language – the way he clutched Draco close – and his sobbing told Severus this was all an accident. Something Harry had never meant to happen. That unfroze him and he had quickly arrived at their side. It had taken nice words and a small kiss to the side of his head to convince Harry to relinquish his hold on the blonde.
The potions and caring for his blonde lover had helped to calm Severus. It did help that Draco’s injuries were minor; more severe injuries would have enraged him. During the seemingly long walk from the bedroom to the library, Severus had gone back through the gamut of emotions.
Denial. This…this couldn’t have happened.
Anger. He was going to tear Potter a new one!
Depression. This really is happening. Something’s happened again and now Harry could be falling apart all over again.
Bargaining. I’ve healed Draco. If I can talk to Harry, I’m sure everything will be okay. Harry has overcome bigger, tougher things than this.
The acceptance of what had happened and the repercussions came full force when Severus stepped into the library. Harry looked withdrawn and downright miserable. Despite his inner voice yelling at him to punish the man who hurt his first love, Severus had pushed it aside. There was no amount of punishment Severus could cast on him that would equal the internal punishment Harry was putting himself through.
It had hurt when Harry had refused a hug. After the brunette and canine left, Severus had returned to Draco’s side. He had set up a chair near the bed and sat down with a drink and a good book. Severus turned his head, hearing a loud creak.
“I’m getting too old to be falling asleep in a chair,” Severus mumbled.
His heart and head were still arguing with each other over the whole thing. He wasn’t sure how Draco would react to being attacked when he awoke. He could lash out at Harry, pushing him further and further away from his two lovers. Severus feared his nightmare may become a reality if that were to happen. Severus knew he would need to be there when Draco awoke and Harry returned.
However, for now, Severus felt he couldn’t sleep and when he couldn’t sleep, he brewed. He cast a monitoring spell on Draco to alert him when Draco awoke or if he became distressed. Before going downstairs, Severus laid a kiss down on Draco’s forehead and smoothed his hair back.

/……/

His body looked paler than usual and he could see the giant bruise at the base of his spine. Harry wrung his hands out in front of him. Sitting beside him, Kasper nudged Harry’s leg. He urged him to go closer. Harry gently pushed the dog’s head away.
“Go play with Tybalt, Kas,” Harry whispered.
Kasper apparated out with a quiet, happy bark. Harry knew he loved chasing the little ferret around and the ferret enjoyed being chased. It gave both animals good exercise. Harry took two steps closer to the bed and paused. His mind’s eye made the back of Draco’s head bright red, but he blinked and it was gone.
Harry quietly climbed onto the bed. He only moved close enough to reach out and gently brush his fingertips across the bruise.
“I’m sorry, Dray,” Harry whispered.
“Stupid, lion.”
Harry tried lurching backwards and off the bed except Draco had other plans. Harry suddenly found himself flat on his stomach with his hands pinned down at the wrists. Draco’s weight pressed him down into the mattress, not willing to give him an ounce of freedom. Harry whimpered, bucking his hips up to try and throw the blonde up. A harsh bite to the back of his neck forced all the fight out of him.
Harry felt a knee knock against the back of his knees. Harry spread his legs apart and the blonde fitted down in between them. The brunette gasped when the teeth released his neck, only to be replaced with the stroke of a wand. Harry shivered. He didn’t dare move his free hand to try and dislodge the blonde. Draco was a former Slytherin and Unspeakable. He probably knew spells that could peel Harry’s skin apart in a heartbeat.
“Do it,” he murmured.
The wand tapped lightly on the back of his neck.
“You would let me do it, wouldn’t you?” Draco whispered against his skin.
“Yes,” Harry mumbled without hesitation.
He deserved to be punished. He had lashed out over something so trivial that he still couldn’t live with the guilt. Even with knowing that the wizard’s father didn’t hold it against him. What mattered the most was what Draco and Severus thought. If they wanted him gone, then he would leave. If they wanted to punish him, then he would accept it without protest.
Harry gasped again when a spell was whispered and his clothes dissolved, leaving him only in his boxers. Harry’s trapped wrist was squeezed before the hand released it. He kept his hands where they were, despite his instinct to throw Draco off and run for the hills. The wand tip left his body altogether to disappear to parts unknown. Harry swallowed as he felt Draco sit up to straddle his thighs.
Draco stared down at the brunette’s body. Harry may not know it but he could see and feel the small tremors in the younger wizard’s body. He knew his reaction to what had happened would set the mood in the house, would determine where the triad went from here. Who was to blame for this? Was there anyone to place the blame on?
He reached down and ran light fingertips up Harry’s back and across his shoulder blades. The increase in the trembling didn’t surprise him, but it did disturb him. A violent reaction could set Harry back into his muteness and withdrawn nature. He knew deep down he didn’t want that. Severus would see to Harry’s health, but he would put Draco before Harry. And then Harry would be abandoned all over again.
You know you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you push Harry away, Draco thought.
Harry jolted when the fingers moved away and something wet swept across one of his shoulder blades. Harry bit his bottom lip when he recognized the wet feeling as a tongue. Draco’s tongue. He kept waiting for the pain to come while the mouth licked and sucked at the skin across his shoulders. He couldn’t hide the whimpers when the hands stroked up his sides, kneading roughly at the skin.
Draco moved down his lover’s body, even moving his hands to squeeze the boxer-clad flesh. He was rewarded with a jump and a low moan. When he felt the body beneath his renew its tremors, Draco wasn’t sure what to think. When he heard a quiet sob, he knew exactly what to think. He jerked off his lover and rolled Harry onto his back. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Harry had a river of tears streaming down his cheeks.
Draco cupped his face in his hands and leaned his forehead down against Harry’s. Harry’s entire body trembled underneath him. His hands finally came up to grasp Draco’s wrists. Watery emerald green opened up to stare helplessly up at him.
“Please…please hurt me,” Harry murmured.
Draco shook his head, rubbing his forehead against Harry’s.
“No. No, Harry. That’s what you want, but it’s not what you need,” Draco whispered.
Harry screwed his eyes shut and sobbed loudly. Draco lay down on his side and pulled the crying wizard close. He intertwined their legs, wrapped an arm around the brunette, and dug a hand into soft hair. He roughly stroked the man’s head and simply let him cry it all out. When the wizard was reduced to small hiccups and sniffles, Draco spoke softly to him.
“Are you listening to me?” Tiny nod. “I want you to go in the bathroom, take a hot shower and change your clothes. When you come out here, you will eat what I have set out for you. Then you, Severus, and I are going to have a talk.”
After Draco pulled all his limbs back, Harry reluctantly stood and disappeared into the shower. Draco called Tippy and ordered a light, but hearty meal.
“Is Master Severus wanting anything?” Tippy asked.
“Coffee, please, Tippy,” a voice spoke from the doorway.
Tippy disappeared in a blink to obey her masters’ wishes. Draco turned his head to regard his lover.
“I’m mad,” Draco said bluntly.
Severus crossed his arms over his chest.
“At Harry or yourself?”
Draco glared. As Severus predicted, Draco didn’t have an answer.
After Harry completed all the tasks given to him by Draco, he sat down on the bed with his two lovers. Severus sat next to him with one arm around his shoulders and his hand holding Harry’s. Draco lay with his head in Harry’s lap and had Harry’s other hand resting on his chest. Draco did this so if Harry’s gaze shifted down and away, then that gaze would fall on Draco. Harry started slow with being woken up by Tippy that there was a floo call.
“Who did Neville bring over?” Severus asked.
“Dean Thomas,” Harry answered.
Draco frowned up at him.
“Thomas? The bloke that hung out with Finnegan?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded.
“What did he want?” Draco inquired.
Harry grimaced. Severus squeezed his hand while Draco brought a hand up to intertwine it with the hand on his chest.
“Come on, lion. You need to get this off your chest,” Severus told him.
Harry’s chest rose and fell with a great big sigh.
“Dean…saw Ginny in the year after the war. It was after we found out I couldn’t have…and before the divorce,” Harry said.
Harry shivered when Draco turned his head to nose under Harry’s shirt. He placed a warm kiss to Harry’s scar. Severus mirrored the blonde by reaching over to kiss the lightning bolt scar.
“I’m sure that Lucius could bring up the adultery in court,” Severus told him.
Harry winced.
“It’s a little more complicated than that.”
Draco suddenly sat up and hugged Harry’s free side. Harry flinched, but suppressed the urge to jerk away. Draco pushed a firm kiss onto his cheek.
“I am mad and I know you know that I’m mad. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen, but I also shouldn’t have let my temper go. An Unspeakable shouldn’t let his emotions get out of control like that. It could get us killed,” Draco whispered.
“It almost did,” Harry mumbled.
Harry pulled his head away when Draco bit his ear roughly. Severus squeezed Harry’s hand. He already knew what Draco was going to say so he remained silent.
“You don’t think there are any leftover Death Eaters running around that want to kill us? There are strong spells woven in the walls of this home. They prevent any spells of that nature from being cast unless cast by Severus or myself in defense. The only thing I was in danger of was bruises, cuts, and a really bad headache,” Draco whispered back.
Harry rested his head against Draco’s.
“It doesn’t change the facts,” Harry said.
“You’re right, Harry,” Severus said, breaking his silence. “It doesn’t change the facts. But it doesn’t change our feelings for you, either.”
Harry closed his eyes. They should be retaliating. Not hugging him or offering him comfort.
“I wish you would do something. Hit me. Send me away. Something.”
Harry felt Draco nuzzle his face into his neck. His words floated across his skin and up to his ears.
“Love is blind, Harry. I forgive you, but don’t let this happen again.”
He didn’t say it to be mean or to scare Harry. He knew if something like this happened again, that Harry would never be seen again by anyone. Both Draco and Severus could sense that, even though Draco forgave him, Harry could not yet forgive himself.

/……/

“I call Ginerva Weasley to the stand.”
Ginny stood up, walked around the table, and stormed over to the witness stand. She tried to make it a graceful flow, but failed miserably with her concealed rage. Today’s court had not been going well. Today, Malfoy had been going at the Defense with the major charges. Today was First-degree Arson and Murder in the Fourth Degree (Creatures, Magical and Non-Magical).
The evidence of the Arson had been staggering. Malfoy had presented a full case report from two Senior Aurors that investigated the remains of the Arson. There was no conclusive evidence of her magical signature on the Fiendfyre, but the report was damning on her. Especially when the only people with access to Grimmauld had been Harry and Ginny. Ginny had had restricted access, meaning she couldn’t apparate directly inside the house. However, she could apparate onto the grounds and enter the house on foot.
Malfoy had shocked them with the revealing of Harry’s wizarding journal. He had read out written entries by Harry, including the declaration that Ginny had killed his familiar and confessed to him that she had done it. That was really damning evidence. A wizarding journal made it so whoever owned it and wrote in it could only write the truth. Drizel had argued that could have been tampered with. Except Malfoy had shot the down with the use of his client.
With a viewing spell allowing everyone to see, Malfoy had had Harry write sentences in his journal. He gave him simple statements to write such as I’m wearing jeans and Malfoy is my lawyer. When Malfoy told him to write My name is Gunther Pyles, Harry made is through My name is, but his hand would not allow him to write the false name. Drizel did argue that the information pertained in the journal could only be what Harry thought to be the truth, not necessarily the actual truth.
Ginny didn’t know what the judge was thinking, seeing as she had allowed the journal to be admitted into evidence. Kingsley was temporarily present in the courtroom to see to the administering of the Veritaserum. He dripped three drops of the potion on her tongue. He made certain that the potion was working before returning to his post outside with Moody.
Lucius stood in front of her with the greatest of all smirks on his face. That did not bode well for the ginger-haired witch. It was especially bad since there was very little Drizel was going to be able to object to. It was now time for the first question.
“Miss Weasley, why did you divorce Mr. Potter?” Lucius asked.
“I wasn’t getting what I wanted out of the marriage,” Ginny answered.
Lucius had been hoping for a longer, more detailed answer. However, he accepted the short answer and moved on. Question two.
“Where were you the day the Fiendfyre was cast in Number Twelve Grimmauld?” Lucius demanded.
“Having lunch with Hermione before she finished her errands and went to pick up her daughter from Harry,” Ginny replied.
Drizel scribbled a few notes to herself. She had no objections over that answer. She could easily subpoena Hermione and create a timeline to prove that Ginny couldn’t have had time to get to Grimmauld with enough time.
Question three.
“On the day in question of the murder of Mr. Potter’s snake familiar, what were you doing?” Lucius asked.
Ginny screwed her face up. She tried to tell the story she had told the first time around, but the truth was wrenched from her mouth.
“I was out in the backyard casting cutting curses at the mushrooms growing in the grass,” Ginny explained.
Lucius smirked. Question four.
“The same part of the yard where Mr. Potter’s familiar was known to nap. Tell me something, Miss Weasley. What kind of snake did Mr. Potter own?” Lucius asked.
Harry could see Ginny giving in to the Veritaserum to answer the question. Harry’s snake had been a Red Rat Snake. Lucius made an hmm sound before speaking.
“A harmless Red Rat Snake. A snake with bright colors. A snake you couldn’t possibly have mistaken for any other,” Lucius commented.
“Objection! Was there a question in there?” Drizel demanded.
“Move on to your last question, Prosecution Malfoy,” the Judge warned.
Lucius nodded to the judge. Ginny noticed that Harry’s emerald gaze was locked on to her.
“Miss Weasley? Before you divorced my client, you met with many of your fellow former Gryffindors. Including one Dean Thomas. What were the circumstances under you two meeting at that time?”
Ginny’s eyes widened. She clapped a hand over her mouth and shot her lawyer a pleading look. Drizel, Harry noticed, appeared to have not known about this. Ginny was in deep now. Judge Pesi flashed an annoyed look at Ginny.
“Miss Weasley, you will remove your hand and answer the question,” the judge ordered.
Ginny’s hand dropped, but it was clear she was back to fighting the Veritaserum. No matter how strong her will was, though, the truth serum still won out.
“Dean was a part-time Healer at the hole-in-the-wall clinic I was at and he ran into me after my abortion.”
Drizel’s eyebrows flew up as she flew up from her seat.
“Objection! This information breaks the patient to Healer right to privacy. I move that answer be stricken from the testimony on record,” Drizel demanded.
Judge Pesi looked to Drizel then back to Lucius when the wizard piped up.
“Your Honor, Mr. Thomas was not the attending Healer. Miss Weasley was never a patient of his. Furthermore, Mr. Thomas has since given up his career as a Healer and moved on to a new job,” Lucius argued.
All eyes were on the judge as she flicked through her notes, glanced at Ginny, glanced at Harry, and looked back at her notes.
“The testimony provided by Ginerva Weasley shows poor judgement and gaps in past testimonies. While this news is disturbing, I must review the testimony in its entirety. I will render my judgement at the next trial day which will be held in four work days. Miss Weasley, you may step down. Court is adjourned.”
Ginny choked down the antidote that Drizel gave her when she stormed back over to the Defense table.
“How could this have happened? Why didn’t you object to that questioning?!” Ginny hissed angrily.
Drizel’s gaze narrowed.
“I had no grounds to object. I wasn’t aware of such a relationship and you never told me. We got side-swiped. If you had told me about this, I might have been able to get it kicked out. We might have a chance with the judge, but now I need to prepare a defense in case that part of the testimony isn’t thrown out,” Drizel sneered.
The Defense lawyer dropped her head and started filing her papers away to prepare her departure. Ginny’s head snapped over to the prosecution table. Malfoy had his back to her and was clearly speaking in a quiet voice with Harry. Her ex-husband was mostly hidden from view by Malfoy’s bigger stature.
Ginny snapped her wrist by her side. Her wand slid out of her hidden holster and into her open hand. Clutching the wand with a firm hand, she brought it up and aimed it at Malfoy’s back with a curse on her lips.
Malfoy was going to pay.
One way or another.
End of Chapter Twenty
Sing, Canary, Sing
Abuse: treat (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly.
Accident: a sudden event (such as a crash) that is not planned or intended and that causes damage or injury
Teaser from Chapter Twenty-One
“There’s been an attack in the courtroom. I need you to come through,” Kingsley told him.
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