Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
Meet Up
October 31^st, 1986
It had been about a month since Draco and Harry had dropped out of public school. In the end, Draco and Liam had agreed to Jess homeschooling them. Every Monday through Thursday, the boys took the subway to Manhattan and met Jess in the club. Liam almost felt bad for them. Jess was a demanding teacher, but the boys were quickly passing their peers in spite of their late start with schooling.
Right now though, Liam was crouched in front of a squirming Harry who sat on the toilet seat lid getting his face painted. Draco was in the living room already dressed and quickly finishing the extra work Jess had set him. (On top of their homeschool assignments, Jess always gave Draco additional business lessons that Draco could work on while Harry did chores.)
“Did you finish your homework?” Liam called from the bathroom.
“Finished!” the blond called back. “How 'bout you?”
“Finished,” Liam echoed with a grin. He pulled back from his work and nodded in satisfaction. “You look great, Harry.”
Harry gave Liam a big hug around the neck, then he got on his knees to lean over and look in the mirror. He had a cute black nose, whiskers, and pink lips. Liam had also painted black around each eye, which made the green pop, especially since he wasn't wearing his glasses. In his hair sat two large, fuzzy black cat ears. He wore a black leotard with pawed mittens on his hands and cat-paw slippers on his feet. A long black tail was the final touch.
Liam laughed. “Draco was right. You look absolutely adorable. It's perfect!”
Harry smiled and bounced down from the toilet to rush into the living room. Before he entered, he crouched on all fours and crawled. He came to a stop on his butt, hand up by his face in a cat pose. He looked up at Draco playfully, saying, “Meooow.”
Draco looked him over seriously for a moment before breaking out into a huge grin. “You look amazing, Harry!” he cried and bent down to hug him.
Harry happily hugged him back.
Liam came over, camera in hand. “Come on, you two. Let's get a picture and then we'll go.”
Draco stood, grabbing something off the couch. It was a leash and collar. Staring into those green eyes, Draco latched the thick, red collar around Harry's neck. - happy excitement love – flowed through the bond and Draco felt his stomach warm. He clipped the brown leather leash to the silver circle on the collar and stood next to his boy with a smug grin.
Liam lined up the shot, grinning madly. Harry stood there with a big happy smile, mittened paw holding onto Draco's brown leather jacket sleeve. Under the jacket was a cotton button-up shirt. Draco's pants were a light brown khaki and he had mountain boots on his feet. On his head was an iconic brown hat. He was an Indiana Jones who had tamed a black panther. Liam snapped several pictures barely holding back laughter. God, they were cute!
“Alright, let's go,” he called and headed toward the door with his excited little brothers in tow for their very first Halloween.
He swiped two empty white pillow cases off the dinning table and ushered them out before locking the apartment door behind him. The pumpkins they had carved were lit and set on the street by the entrance of the apartment building. Draco and Harry had tried their best to make them look ferocious to scare the “bad spirits” away, as tradition dictated. They looked more silly than scary, not that Liam would tell them that.
Draco grinned as they made their way toward the suburbs on the outskirts of the city. Harry was just as excited, practically wiggling in the seat next to him. They saw tons of decorations and people dressed in costumes. There was an air of fun and playful fear. Something about it all made Draco shiver in excitement.
Soon they were driving among houses instead of apartments and businesses. Liam drove until he found a good place where he could parallel park. Kids of all ages were running here and there, pillowcases clutched in their hands. Draco tugged on the leash gently, bringing green eyes instantly to his.
“Let's go,” he said, and they hurried up to the first house.
Werewolfs, vampires, and several Alfs passed them by. Harry struck a pose at each door, bearing his fanged front teeth and hissing while holding open his pillow case. Draco would tug on the leash and tip his hat before opening his own.
“Trick or Treat!”
Some people cooed over them, others laughed. While they were raking in the free candy, Liam would chat with the other parents who were also watching over younger kids. Candy rained down into their pillowcases so much so that they had to stop by the car and empty them out before going to doors again. Their feet were throbbing by the time Liam convinced them to stop. It was past midnight at this point.
“I wanna do a haunted house!” Draco called. He'd heard some teens talking about one a few blocks away that was 'rad'.
“It's not really the done thing for six-year-olds,” Liam advised, looking at Draco through the rearview mirror.
Draco had become much more aware of what it meant for most people to think kissing Harry was wrong, not to mention marking him up. The school incident had been a wake-up call he wasn't going to forget, which was another reason he was loving tonight so much. He was able to pull Harry along on a leash and no one seemed to think twice. The way Harry adoringly touched both the leash and collar made Draco tingle. He definitely would be keeping both in their room at home. Eyeing the cute cat ears on Harry's head, he added them to the mental list. They would keep those out, too.
“Come on, Liam!” Draco rolled his eyes. “Tonight age doesn't matter. Let's go!”
Liam sighed and reached his hand back. “Five chocolates,” he demanded. Draco made a big deal about counting out exactly five, and Liam pulled his hand back with a laugh, calling, “Stingy!”
The haunted house was in the home of a Halloween-crazed couple. They'd turned the whole downstairs into a haunted house. Harry stared wide-eyed and clung to Draco's sleeve as they waited in line. They could hear screams from inside and scary music. The teens and young adults around them pushed each other and laughed. The girls were talking fast and high-pitched, and the boys mostly teased them and tried to make them squeal.
“Don't worry,” Draco reassured Harry, grinning. “It's just pretend.” He pulled him into his side and pet his hair, careful of the ears. “Sides, even if it weren't, it's not like me or Liam would let anythin' hurt ya.”
Harry smiled and cuddled into Draco. A mischievous idea hit him and he rose on his toes slightly to lick Draco's cheek.
Draco laughed, so Harry did it again, this time on Draco's neck.
The blond sucked in a breath, eyes bright, but before he could retaliate, Liam cut in. “Stop that,” he said, but he was smiling. “Come on, we're next.”
The living room was dark. A few candles and tattered black sheets hung everywhere and over furniture. As they walked through the room, hands grabbed at their ankles, making Harry scream, Draco laugh, and Liam curse. The kitchen was next.
Blood was splattered across the walls, floor, and counter. It was so slippery that they had to cling to each other or risk falling. Even Draco's heart began to pound in his chest as a guy in a crazy clown costume jumped out of the closet with a butcher knife and creepy as hell laugh. They practically ran into the next room.
It was a bedroom. Draco snorted as he saw the leather straps and whips, the chains resting at the headboard. But then the door slammed behind them and a discreetly hidden boombox began to play a tape that had the sounds of rattling chains and muffled screams. Draco went rigid.
Harry instantly became more alert. He crowded Draco and called, “Liam!”
Liam looked down and saw Draco's eyes go blank. “Shit!” He reached down to pick Draco up, but shockingly Harry slapped his hand away.
“No!” Green eyes fierce, he stared Liam down. “Touching him makes it worse.”
Nodding, Liam moved quickly to the boombox and hit stop. Draco began to blink, so that was a good sign. Still, Liam had had enough of this house. He opened the door and called loudly, “We're done!”
Lights came on and they were met by a woman dressed as Elvira. She gave Liam a disappointed look for bringing two little boys in, but she led them out of the house without comment.
Draco was sweaty, shaky, and scowling by the time they got outside into the cool night air. “I'm sorry,” he rasped, hands fisted and head bowed.
Liam tried to play it off as nothing. “It's fine. Let's head to Central Park. I bet there're still some events open. Maybe there'll be caramel apples left.”
Draco looked up hopefully. “Okay.”
Harry smiled and cuddled into Draco's side, making the blond visibly relax.
…
Panting, half-naked, and covered in sweat, Remus knelt by the pool and stared hungrily into it. Fedele was next to him, arms outstretched, magic rising off him like steam as he maintained the spell. Five hours of chanting, dancing, smoke-inhalation, and a sacrificed rabbit later, Remus was ready to see Harry. It was four in the morning, dawn only hours away, and magic saturated the air like a heavy, wet blanket. It had to be enough; it had to.
The pool rippled before slowly becoming clear. At first, all Remus could see was blackness, but then magical light slowly illuminated a bedroom. The room was small, the walls bare. A thought made the view pan and he saw a dresser and closet door. The bedroom door had locks on the inside, but they weren't engaged. There was only one window, small with blinds and a sheer white curtains. Through them, all he could see was the outside of a brick building a few feet away. Breathing harshly, Remus stared as the view snapped back to the bed.
It was the only decadent thing in the room. The sheets were a deep luxurious green that had a shimmer that indicated at least some percent silk. The white comforter was fluffy and looked soft. The pillows were thick and new. Remus felt sick imagining what had happened to the boys on that bed. They were children, practically babies.
Harry was curled on his right side, blankets pooled at his waist, naked. He looked thin and there were a scattering of bruises – some old and faded, others newer – along his arm and chest. His right hand was resting on the chest of another child, his left hand curled up by his face. His black, messy hair splayed around his head, which was at least a foot away from the nearest pillow. Black cat ears could just be seen among the fluffy mess. A red collar sat snug against his slender throat. Remus swallowed a growl.
His gaze shifted to the second child who was also naked. He had to be around Harry's age. He lay on his back, the blankets resting on his thighs, exposing him to Remus's eyes, and Remus had no doubt the child needed rescuing, too.
A dozen scars lay scattered on the boy's pale chest. Even worse scarring lay on what Remus could see of the boy's thighs. The marks ranged from small punctures to thick ropy scars and varied in color from red to purple to silvery white, creating a map of pain and torture. There was even some scarring on the boy's small penis.
He was higher up on the bed than Harry, his head resting on a pillow. His right arm was out flung with Harry curled up beneath it. His left was down against his side, limp with sleep. His mouth was parted slightly as he slept soundly. Unlike Harry's wild tangle, his hair was sleek and straight, a pale platinum blond. It looked like it was cut at about chin-length. Also different from Harry, there was no collar.
Tears fell down Remus's face. He'd been bitten around the same age: five years old. It was wrong on so many levels to be locked up and afraid at such a young age, to be so intimate with pain that it became a part of daily life. More than anything, he wanted to reach into the pool and scoop out both boys, and he had to wrap his arms tightly around his chest to prevent his hands from disturbing the water.
“Lupin. I can't hold it. Hurry the hell up,” Fedele snarled. His arms began to tremble as sweat drenched his skin.
Heart pounding, Remus cleared his throat. “Harry. Harry, can you hear me?”
“Lupin!” Fedele gasped
Remus raised his voice in a desperate shout. “Harry!”
The boy curled up more tightly for a moment before he opened shockingly green eyes, eyes that turned and looked right at him. Joy sang through Remus. He wanted to throw his head back and howl. Harry! He'd found Harry! But he had to be fast if he wanted to keep him.
“Harry! Where are you? You have to tell me quickly, Harry. Hurry!”
The dark-haired boy sat up, breath coming quicker as he continued to stare into Remus's eyes. A second later, the blond boy was pulling Harry into his side in a gesture of protection and comfort. There was a maturity and fierceness in those silver eyes that didn't belong in the face of a child. Remus felt something inside him stir under that look, something he couldn't quite name, but whatever it was had his whole attention locking onto the blond.
“What'd'ya want? Who are you?” the little boy demanded, dark and low. His eyes scanned the room, unable see Remus as Harry could. That made sense, though, since the ritual had been keyed to Harry.
The water began to ripple, the room became distorted. Fedele sank to his knees with a moan of pain.
“I'm from the magical world. I've been trying to find you, but something keeps stopping me. I need you to tell me where you are. You'll be protected and safe, both of you, I swear it on my life!” he begged desperately.
“Central Park Zoo. One week. The Tropic Zone,” the boy called out just as the water began to boil and the window was lost.
Remus cried out and instinctively reached forward, only to yelp as his hand was scalded by the boiling water. Fedele collapsed sideways, completely unconscious. Holding his injured hand close to his chest, Remus hurried to his side. His heart pounded. A week. He'd get to see Harry in a week. But as happy as that made him, he was also deeply disturbed.
The blond child was magical, no doubt about it. He wouldn't have been able to hear Remus if he weren't. What were the odds that Harry would be kept with a second magical child? That meant one of two things to Remus's way of thinking. One: the Muggles knew what they had and were searching purposefully for magical children. (The M.C.N.A. was going to just love that.) Or two: some sick wizard was collecting magical children for his own twisted purposes. Either scenario was chilling.
He had to report to President Smackhammer immediately. The meet up at the zoo had to be carefully planned. No matter what else happened there, Remus was determined to walk away with Harry in his custody.
…
November 1^st
Liam sat back in his chair at the dinning table and crossed his arms over his chest. “You're telling me some weird voice talked to you out of thin air last night?”
Harry nodded his head vigorously, sending his hair flopping around. He had his glasses on and the cat ears off, but the red collar still sat around his throat. “I thought it was a Halloween ghost come to get us! The air got shimmery and this weird light filled the room. I could see a guy leaning over trying to talk to me. He wanted to know where I was. He looked kinda sad actually. I think he'd been crying.”
Draco was frowning down at his plate. He hadn't touched his breakfast. “I couldn't see anything different. The room was dark as always, but I could hear 'em. It sounded as if he were talking from far away, like on a phone, but even further than that. He sounded like it was really important. Said he was from a Magic World, and he'd been tryin' ta find us, but something was gettin' in his way. He promised we'd be safe.”
Liam snorted. Harry was the only one at the table naïve enough to fall for a line like that. “And you're sure it wasn't just a dream?”
Draco looked up at him with as much attitude as a six-year-old could possess.
Liam raised his hands. “Okay, okay. I was just asking.” He looked to Harry. “So what'd he look like?”
“He had short hair a sandy color, but it was wavy like this.” Harry demonstrated around his head. “And he had a scar across his face here.” His fingers drew a line across his nose and cheeks. “He had gold-brown eyes and . . . ” Harry's excitement suddenly evaporated, his eyes dimmed. “He talked . . . He talked like my Aunt and Uncle.”
Liam shot Draco a worried look, but he shouldn't have bothered. The blond was already on top of it.
Draco hooked a finger through the metal ring on the collar and pulled Harry out of his chair, forcing the boy to stand next to him. “Doesn't matter what he talks like,” he said firmly. “You're never goin' back ta those people because you're mine now. Sides, they weren't magic like you, so this ghost isn't with 'em, kay?”
Harry nodded and turned his head so he could nuzzle his nose against Draco's cheek.
Liam melted at the cute sight, but it wasn't enough to distract him from his main concern. “I don't understand why you agreed to meet with this ghost guy.”
Draco frowned, brows lowered in worry. “Just wann'ed ta keep the option open. We have a week ta decide to go or not, but if he can open a connection like that once, he can do it again. Might as well figure out what he wants and take control of the how and when we meet. Not ta mention he obviously knows magic. He might know stuff we need ta know.”
Liam really didn't like any of this. He'd kind of accepted the fact that Draco and Harry could do things, but he'd gotten comfortable with that knowledge kept in the shadows. Now it was back with a vengeance. Voices talking out of thin air, a crying, glowy guy... Liam shivered. It was madness. “So what's the plan?”
Draco shrugged. “Same plan as before. Only reason I haven't gone lookin' for information 'fore now is 'cause we had'ta learn ta read better and get settled in here.”
He shot Liam a meaningful glance, and it made Liam shift uncomfortably on his chair. He knew Draco had also put off figuring out their powers partially because it made Liam uncomfortable.
“We need ta go ta the library and see if we can find anythin' about magic that can help us.” Draco's frown deepened. “Only thing is, if this ghost guy is really lookin' for us, he might be watchin' for that.”
Liam swallowed, but he lifted his chin. He wasn't a coward. “I'll go alone. Check out some books. If they're not helpful, I'll take 'em back and get new ones.”
Draco smiled. “Thanks, Liam. I'll call Drey. I want her to follow you, just in case ya need help.”
Liam scowled. “I can take care of myself, Draco.”
“Just in case,” Draco repeated, unmoving. He stared into Liam's eyes, waiting to see if he'd keep arguing.
Liam rolled his eyes, knowing it was a lost cause. “Fine.”
“We're still not great at reading. They'll be lots of words we don't understand,” Draco continued. “So we'll need help with that as well.”
Liam sighed and sank further in his chair. “I hate reading.” Draco flashed him a glare and he forced himself to perk up. “But it sounds interesting,” he lied with a forced grin.
Harry looked from Liam's face to Draco's. “I'll help! I'll try really hard!” he promised.
Draco ruffled his hair. “I know ya will. You read better than me, so I'm countin' on ya.”
Harry nodded, his expression determined.
…
Draco tossed his book across the room. With a groan, he flopped down on the couch with an arm flung across his eyes. “It's all so stupid! And none of 'em agree on anythin'.”
Harry hummed from his place on the floor. He was on his stomach reading a book on Spiritualism, his legs kicking softly in the air.
“Now what?” Liam asked. He was sprawled on the other end of the couch, and he was slouched down so far he almost slipped off.
“Drey's sure someone was watchin' ya even though she couldn't see anyone?” Draco asked, not moving.
Liam shrugged. “She says so.” He glanced at the blond. “For the record, I'm against going tomorrow.”
“Noted.” Draco let his arm slide off his face and looked toward Harry. “What do you think?”
The head of messy hair lifted and green eyes peered at him through his black-framed glasses. “Um.” His brow scrunched in thought. “I think you want to go.”
“Not what I asked,” Draco sing-songed, smiling.
Harry's head tilted cutely to the side. “I think...” Looking down at the book, he shut it and sat up on his knees. “I think... We haveta.”
Draco nodded. He sat up as well. “That's settled then.”
Liam sighed and slid off the couch seat to sit bonelessly on the floor. The boys giggled. Sharing a glance, they jumped on the man and tickled him mercilessly.
…
Remus fidgeted with the end of his shirt as he waited. The boy hadn't said a time to meet, just where, so he'd been at the zoo since it opened. The dark, cave-like room was not very crowded. It wasn't the most popular attraction, so it was a good meeting spot. He was impressed with the boy for thinking of it. However, the longer he waited, the more dejected he became. Maybe the kids weren't coming? The boy had said a week, but did he know how long that was? Maybe it was an estimate. How long would President Smackhammer support him if Remus sat at the zoo for days on-end?
Their was a slight change in the room. He didn't know what, but he lifted his head and noticed there were no more people. It was empty except for him and a young boy. Remus's heart dropped into his stomach as he recognized the blond from the scrying pool. How long had he been there? He looked around quickly, but there was no Harry. Heart beating hard and fast, Remus wondered what that meant. Was Harry hurt? Dead? Missing?
The blond turned so that he was no longer standing sideways to Remus and staring into a snake tank. The boy faced him head-on and began to walk over. Remus, inexplicably, sat frozen.
The boy looked well-enough. He wore a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His silky, blond hair was clean and hooked behind his ears. The horrific scars were covered, so he looked like a normal kid. Except for the eyes. They were so still, unblinking and pinned on Remus's. The solid, unwavering eye contact made Remus sweat, and he glanced away several times before the boy came to a stop a few feet from where Remus sat on a bench against the wall.
“Who are you? What do you want?” the boy asked quietly, voice steady.
Remus cleared his throat and forced himself to meet that steely gaze. “My name is Remus Lupin. I'm a wizard. Like you and Harry.” At the mention of his cub, Remus felt his fists clench. “Where is Harry? Is he well?”
The boy tilted his head, visibly considering Remus's words. “Yeah. He's safe. Why ya wanna know?”
“Harry... He's special. I was very good friends with his parents. When they died, he was placed with his mother's family. Last November, he disappeared. The family told us he was sent to a school, but he didn't come back for summer. I've been looking for him ever since. Can you tell me where he is?”
The boy shook his head firmly. A resounding no. “Not yet. Don't know if you're safe. What'd'you want ta do with him if you find him?”
“I want to bring him home,” Remus answered honestly. “To the magical world where he should have been from the beginning. Where he'll be safe and loved. Where he'll learn all about magic.”
The boy looked unmoved by his story, his expression perfectly blank like a doll's. It was chilling. “What's the magical world?”
Remus twisted his shirt hem. “There are lots of people without magic and then a few with magic. The people with magic live in secret, away from people without. We've created towns and areas that are just for magical people. It's a wondrous place. A place you belong as well. Please, let's get Harry and go away from here. Let me help you.”
The child began to smile. It wasn't a happy expression. It was cold and brutal. “Thing is, Remus. You're too late.”
Remus felt his heart stop and his eyes go wide with terror.
The boy sighed and dropped the scary smile. “Look. I just mean you're too late to save us. We already got away from all that. We escaped, and now we've found someone. He's our family now. We can't just leave. Sides, I don't have any way ta know if you're tellin' the truth. I don't know anythin' about magic really. Only what me and Harry can do with it. You could do anythin' to us. Do ya understand where I'm coming from?”
Deeply relieved, Remus straightened his stance. “I can only imagine the horrors you and Harry have experienced. If what you say is true, I'm happy you got away, but the fact remains: You and Harry are magical. It is not allowed for magical children to be with a normal family in America. If you don't come now and help us get Harry, the government will track you both down and take you by force. It seems scary, going to a new place, but it's where you belong. Honestly it is. It's the only place you can truly grow into who you really are. And you'll be safer there. There are dangers to magical people that you don't know. Without the magical community around you, you'll be terribly vulnerable. It is possible you will end up slaves again or dead. It's only a matter of time, do you understand?”
Instead of denials and anger as Remus expected, the boy considered his words quietly for a few minutes, eyes down and arms crossed over his chest. When he looked up, his expression was blank once more. “Let me get this straight. Somethin' out there captures or kills magical people. Without magical people to help, we could get really hurt.”
Remus nodded. “Yes.”
“But ya aren't just here tryin' ta help magical children. You're here for Harry.”
“I'm glad it led us to discover you as well, so we can keep you safe, but yes. I'm here for Harry.”
“Because you were a friend ta his parents, and because he's special.”
“Yes,” Remus agreed.
“You said it's illegal for magical kids to be with a normal family in America. But that's where Harry was. With normal people. So he's not from America.”
Remus was floored. The kid was brilliant. “Yes,” he said again. “Harry and I are from England.”
The boy frowned. “So ya want ta take him home. What about me?”
Remus shifted. “I don't know for sure. You're an American.”
Those grey eyes went silver. “Here's the thing, Remus. Me and Harry, we're not gonna be separated. We're connected now. We're not gonna go with anyone who doesn't respect that.”
Remus was sweating again. He had no idea what it was. The boy was just a little kid, six years old if that, but he believed the boy completely. “Connected how?”
“Here.” The kid tapped the side of his head. “I saved him. I got him outta there. It's my job ta look out for Harry now. I'll always look out for Harry. No matter what.” Those silver eyes pinned Remus in place.
“Okay,” Remus said carefully, swallowing. “We're a magical people. We respect things like that. You'll probably end up coming home with Harry, then.”
The boy's eyes were still silver. “And our brother? The guy who took us in? Who gave us a place to live and looked after us? What about him?”
Remus wanted to reach out. Touch the boy's shoulder. Comfort him. “I'm sorry. Truly I am. I will forever be grateful to him if what you say is true, but America's policy is inflexible. You cannot stay with him and he cannot come with you. He will either be spelled to believe you died or something else. They will make sure he does not even think to look for you or try and get the normal people to look for you.” A flash of genuine pain crossed the child's face and it about broke Remus's heart. “If you cooperate, I can promise that the man will be treated with better care.”
Voice hoarse, the kid glared and said, “A lot of threats with those promises, Remus. Not sure I like that.”
“I'm sorry,” Remus told him sincerely.
The boy's expression hardened. “Alright. Ya told me what I needed ta know. I'll think about it an' get back to ya. Meet again in a week. Same place.”
It was Remus's turn to shake his head. “No. You're not safe. I told you. It's not allowed for a magical child to be unprotected with normals. You'll come with me now, and then we'll go get Harry.”
The creepy smile was back. “Don't push it. Don't trust ya, but I like ya okay. I'll see you next week with my decision.”
Remus had no other choice. He clicked the pen he had in his hand. The pressure in the room changed as the three Aurors that surrounded the building erected a magical barrier. Instead of being scared or oblivious of the change, the blond grinned, all teeth and threat. He turned and ran.
Remus stood to go after him, but stopped short. Dozens of snakes, big and small, surrounded him. Remus's stood with mouth hanging open as the boy disappeared down a hallway. It didn't matter. Sighing quietly, he took out his wand and shielded himself as he began to banish the snakes back to the tanks one-by-one. The boy wouldn't be able to escape. It was impossible. And once he was captured, he'd either tell them where Harry was or he'd be spelled to reveal the location. It was regrettable but necessary.
I'll make sure they don't hurt you, Remus promised himself. I'll help as much as I can. For Harry.
…
Draco shoved everything aside and pressed at what should have been empty space in the window.
It was small and not meant to be open, but he and Liam had jimmied it yesterday while Harry had talked to the snakes. There should be no reason he couldn't crawl through the small open space now, but his hands were pressed flat against something slightly curved and as immobile as glass.
Closing his eyes, he fell inside, pulling from his gut the power that had protected him forever. Harry, have to protect Harry...
The power ignited, cold and spiraling, deep in his core. Draco opened his eyes and pressed.
He could melt metal. He could kill a man in seconds. He was death. He was poison. Magic would be no different. He'd kill it and escape. The alternative was unacceptable. Sweating, teeth bared in a grimace, Draco pushed with everything he had, muscle and magic both. Just when he was about to gasp and relent, he felt the barrier crack. Draco gave a choked cry and shoved harder. He toppled through the window, hanging half-in, half-out. He didn't wait to catch his breath. He scrambled outside into freedom.
Chapter end.
A/N: Whew! Really struggled with this one. Wasn't sure what POV to write from. Then wasn't sure how I wanted Remus to interact with Draco. Hope you guys like it!
- 19
- 20
- 21
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Freedom Bound in Chains