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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~ So here is the next chapter... the start to the eye in the storm... a bit more calm for now...but not without it's torment :D
Meechypoo64 - I really love thier bond... and I want my readers to really feel them, feel what they feel. The intensity of thier emotions are such that it should bleed off the page and make your heart race... at least that is what I am aiming for...last chapter took me for an emotional roller coaster as well... it held me captive until I got it right...
Djaddict - Sorry for freaking you out... there is a method to my madness.. flashbacks are part of those... and I like to get Harry POV and then Draco's on events...As far as being a meanie... well that's the Death Eaters not me... lol.. they are evil. This will be thier last age up due to the waters... it has other purposes than the teaching, but that is for much later. Hope you like the latest chapter... *hands you tissue* for later... you will need it.
ChaosLady - I understand.. had my mouse go out on me not to long ago...atrocious...Glad you liked what I have so far and that you think it keeps getting better... I don't like stories that kind of lay there in the middle and only have a good beginning and end.
MoonTart - Thank you Hope you like this chapter as well...
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Chapter 21 - Walls and Wills
A/N (*Dahlia - means: “Elegance and Dignity, Forever Thine”: “http://www.buzzle.com/articles/list-of-flower-names-and-meanings-of-flowers.html”)
Harry had much unfinished business, and his mind slowly wandered down the halls of his responsibilities. Vincent was high on his list, followed by helping Professor Snape perfect his occlusion wall. He would also need to discuss training with Draco. It was rash of him to not ask if Draco wanted to quit school and just be trained by him. Harry rolled over in the bed to watch the light hit the sleeping form of his husband. He was beauty personified. Harry let his hand drift up and down one pale arm, letting the silky texture seep under his fingertips. Draco sighed in his sleep, nudging closer to Harry.
A smile broke over the darker haired man as he opened his arms to take his lover closer.   He placed a soft kiss on Draco’s head, on a patch of skin exposed by swept hair. They lay like that until Draco stirred and he woke with a sexy smile, and molten silver burned into emeralds. Harry realized he would never get enough, his want and need for this man would never die. He gave himself up to the scent of honey and citrus, the taste of heaven and the feeling of home.
It was well after breakfast that the two were finally untangled from one another, dressed and eating in their sitting room.
“I told Dumbledore you were not taking classes anymore. I am sorry I did not ask you. I am qualified to teach you all you need to know and more.” Harry said, looking sheepishly at the blond.
“And you thought I would mind for what reason?” Draco asked, a smile shining on his face, “Isn’t that what we discussed before we came back?”
Harry blinked and the memory started to dawn on him.. His smile was weak as it tried to match Draco’s.
“I forgot.”
“Ah… Yes… the great Harry Potter, forgetful to a fault.” Draco teased.
Harry grumbled unintelligibly but did not say anything.
“Teach me everything. Everything you know and can do...I want to be able to hold my own at your side.” Draco insisted.
Harry nodded, his mind already straying to his other dilemma.
“I don’t know what to do about Vincent.” Harry mused out loud.
Draco sat up and listened, placing a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“I know his mind already, it is dark and evil. Yet I know he is just a boy. I do not know what he knows, or who he told yet. I can’t imagine he knew what they would do to you.” Harry wondered aloud.
“I think he is fully capable of imagining, and executing on his own. I have known him for a long time. But, I am no Wizengamot.” Draco offered, “Maybe you should ask Gaia or Merlin… They may be the best guides.”
Harry thought about that for a moment. Draco watched the flickers of thoughts float across Harry’s face. He reached to hold Harry’s hand, there was more than just thinking that needed to be done. He conjured a lap desk, and called the book to them. Harry smiled at him before closing his eyes seeking, and falling into himself.
The flames licked at his heels, his heart was racing, and sweat was pouring down his brow. He was trying to find them, save them from the death that the flames would provide. They were hanging precariously, all three...He had to choose...Hermione was too far away, Ron was coming up on them fast...He knew he could never let Draco fall...He could not survive the loss…
A pale man stood on top of the piles of lost things. His hair swirled behind him like a cape in the wind of the fire, white and beautiful. His face was obscured, yet Harry knew him. Harry watched in fascination as the man reached for Vincent. Harry did not have a choice, Death had already chosen.
Harry closed his eyes, and then stood on the shores of the familiar lake. He was afraid of what was to come.
She came to him then, darker than he had ever seen her. Her skin was black as pitch, and her eyes pure white with opalesque centers. Her head shined under the light of the silver moon, bald and beautiful. Her body clothed in white, soft, flowing gossamer. Her form barely obscured.
“Mercy is a two edged sword Harry. His destiny has been fulfilled, Death’s claim is irrevocable on him. There is no turning the boy, his heart had been dark since birth. Much like your enemy. Tom Riddle was born with darkness already in his heart. Born of lust and magic, love was devoid in the hearts of his family. Evil and madness are two entwined entities that flowed into the Gaunt line for ages. Darkness does not see age, nor does Mercy.” She whispered to him. Every word cut him deeper.
“I cannot kill him.”Harry cried out to her.
She soothed with her dark fingers against his head.
“You do not have to. Mercy does not bring death, claim death or harbor it. Death’s claim is unyielding, yet it is not your own. Search out your answer, The Book will speak to you.”
Harry opened his eyes, and looked fully on the book. His hands hovered over pages, until it landed softly on just the right one.
Draco watched, still holding on to Harry’s hand as the journey began. Harry’s cry tore at Draco, he did not want that for Harry… each death took a terrible toll. When Harry’s eyes opened, they were black.   Draco watched as Harry’s hand hovered over the pages. Each page floated by under Harry’s hand, until his hand slowly descended on one page.
“Mercy can be found in the guise of sleep, confinement or will binding. The recipient trapped from reality, until Death claims his prize. Sleep administered under the Augur, requires constant care so the physical form does not turn on the magical core for sustenance. Confinement is the physical restrain made under the law. The binding of a will. To bind the will, the Augur must find a suitable caretaker. The caretaker will be the vessel of will. The will drawn and then given. Once bound, only the caretaker can direct the actions until such a time as Death claims his prize and becomes the new caretaker.” Harry read aloud.
The steel in his voice carried the weight of the words.
Harry’s vision cleared and the book was blank to him once again. He sent the desk and book away, and let himself fall into Draco’s arms. The weight of being who he was, frightened him at times.
“Can we set up the cottage your parents gave us to connect our floo with it?” Harry asked.
“I don’t see why not, the Headmaster would be the best to ask.” Draco replied.
“I would like to see it and make it home...I want a home with you.” Harry whispered against Draco’s chest and squeezed his arms tighter around Draco’s middle.
“I’ll owl mother, she can make sure it’s ready.” Draco spoke warmly through his smile. Even after so much horror, his angel could always bring a little bit of heaven to him.
Draco stayed in their rooms, not quite ready to see anyone. He owled his friends and his mother. Blaise, Pansy and Greg were going to visit him after lunch the next day, when they had a free period.
Harry had gone to see Professor Snape. It was time to finish what they started before Voldemort could expose any weakness.
Sirius had returned to Grimmauld to take care of an issue Kreacher had brought up. So Harry sat on the floor of Severus’ sitting room with the Potions Master.
“Today we have to deal with the negative memories. These are harder as the will and darkness in them will react to the occlusion fabric. We will need to take the first one slowly, try to pick one that is not as dark, leaving the worst ones for last. The reason is because, you will relive the emotions in them. The Department ordered us to complete this part with a partner. I will be that partner for you today. No matter what happens I will not let you fall.” Harry explained.
Severus was wary. Anything worth accomplishing or having was never easy. But re-living his darkest memories was not what he had imagined. Though a good side effect of Sirius’ confession, is that some of his dark memories turned happier. Severus took a deep breath and started the routine. Harry waited, and when he knew the older man was ready he closed his eyes and entered Severus’ mind.
Harry met Severus at the partially built wall. It was brighter than before, and more bricks had been placed giving the wall much more depth.
“Your homework was successful I see.” Harry spoke with pride and joy, truly happy that his professor’s memories were not so bad.
“Indeed.” Severus replied.
“Dig, and find a bad memory, not your worst, you understand.” Harry instructed.
Severus walked out of sight, and when his form came back he was hunched under the weight of the memory. Harry moved to hold some of the burden. “Place it in my hands, I must hold it while you bend the fabric around it.” Harry watched the man struggle, pain and sorrow creasing his face, and placed the memory in Harry’s hands.
Pieces of the memory seeped into Harry, he would bear it for Severus.
Slowly the scenes swirled around him. A tall tree loomed above him. A very young Severus was kneeling before the tree, weeping for a small puppy. The poor little black puppy was not moving or breathing. He watched as Severus carefully placed the limp body to a hole in the ground and started covering it with dirt. Fear and sorrow surrounded the memory.
“You Bitch!” a voice yelled.
Harry turned to see a woman cowering under the hand of a hook nosed man.
“Don’t let me find anymore animals in my house, I’ll get rid of them the same way.” The man screamed at her, before his hand swept down to hit her. She sprawled off to the side, not once glancing towards her son.
Harry held on as he felt the fabric finally enclose the memory, tightening it into a brick in his hands. He saw the look on Severus’ face, one that tried to hide the sorrow and fear he had felt that day.
“Don’t try to bottle it Severus. You must feel the emotions, let the flow through you. Harness their energy to not battle with the fabric so much.” Harry said.
Severus breathed deeply.
“I have not let go my emotions often, It is a storm when I do.” Severus stated.
“That is why building this wall is hard, because you must face them. Your fears, your hurts, your heartaches. And that is why I am here. To help you bear the burden. Let me help you, and help yourself by letting go.” Harry instructed.
Harry reached inside himself, looking for the one thing he could now use to help Severus. Love, he reached for that power and let it fill him.
Severus watched Harry’s image blur and a white comforting light filled his mind.
“Bring them to me Severus, your worst and your darkest...When you do, reach for my hand and I will hold you up, and we will face this storm together.”
His darkest memories he reached for, one of them, he knew would show Harry just how dark he was. Would Harry think he wasn’t worth saving when he saw.
Harry could taste the fear like ash in his mouth as the darkest memory was placed in his hands. The strength of the grief was tremendous, but Harry did not buckle or even flinch.
“Take one of my hands Professor...You need the strength… Form the fabric around it with the will of your mind.” Harry called even as he was falling into the memory. He let his power shine brighter when he felt a hand slip into his own.
Severus was a teen, paler and trying to blend into the corner of a shabby room. The woman from the last memory was huddled in an opposite corner. The man was obviously drunk, swaying on his feet. Profanities laced the air, and the blows never stopped even as the woman crumpled into a bloody mess on the floor. The man’s thick boot kicked one last vicious time to the woman’s neck, and a snap reverberated across the room. Her eyes lost all light as they stared up at the drunk man.
Harry watched the dawn of understanding pass over Severus. He ran to his mother’s body, and the man just laughed at him as he checked for signs of life. There were none. Grief flooded the memory bitter and sharp. Then Anger hot and spicy flared. Severus stood and pulled his wand on the man, who just swayed and laughed harder. Green light flashed bright and it was Severus who laughed through the tears that were falling even as he fell to sit next to his dead mother.
Harry used as much strength as he could to push into Severus, lending him the power to shape the occlusion fabric around the memory. Once it was finally bound, Harry took the brick and, still holding Severus’ hand, walked to the wall. He found the two brightest bricks and slowly pushed the black one in between. He could feel the balance shifting into alignment for the wall.
Harry’s light started to fade as he turned towards Severus whose face was streaked with tears. He pulled the older man into a hug and felt the floodgates open. They went to the ground, all the while Harry held tightly to Severus, and let the man weep for the first time in ages.
Harry helped Snape wrap all the rest of his memories. He then showed him how and where to place them in the wall for the perfect balance. They sat meditating for a while after they were done. Both men were sober when they finished, but there was a new element of trust and understanding between them.
Harry left later to seek out the Headmaster. They chatted over the coming week in the privacy of the Headmaster’s office.
“I have to discuss Vincent with you, sir.” Harry finally decided to discuss the issue.
Albus stroked his beard and looked at Harry hesitantly.
“I understand his age. And I also understand your position and disposition. You see all children as worth saving and having something good and innocent in them. I want you to know I feel the same way, but I am balanced by the knowledge that some people are born with darkness in their hearts.” He saw the Headmaster’s eyes lose their sparkle, “I cannot help what must be done. There is a claim on the young man, one I have no power to lift.”

“What do you mean, claim?” the Headmaster was curious as to where this would lead.
“Death has a claim on Vincent, I cannot help that,” Harry started.
“I will not allow anyone to kill a student under my protection.” Albus stated emphatically standing to his full height.
Harry did not move, and showed no outward signs of being intimidated.
“Sit down, Headmaster, I have not come to discuss killing him.” Harry said with a sigh, “YOU of all people should have a better understanding of me than that.”
Harry was hurt. The Headmaster should know that he was not a killer, and did not ...Harry stood...his eyes conveyed the extent of the damage the mistrust had caused. He walked out of the office, with no regard to the plea for his return. He would detail it all in a letter...maybe...
Severus waited until Harry left and fire called Sirius. He pulled Sirius through as soon as the man was within reach. He needed something… and right now Sirius was that something.
Sirius let Severus take him for a ride within a storm. His dark prince crushed his lips in a bruising kiss that left no room for breathing anything other than Severus. His body was pinned against the hard form of the Potions Master. He let the rough sensations flow through him.   Severus needed him and his heart leapt in answer, his body pressed in offering, and his moans were his surrender to the storm. The dark pleasure from the utter need and possession filled him till he ached.
Severus let his dark mood fuel his need. His lover tasted of freedom and sin, it was intoxicating. Sirius was pliable and submissive, making him groan for the sheer pleasure it stoked inside him.
“Sirius...I need you…” Severus admitted as he softened his grip.
Beautiful grey eyes met his own and shone with so much love it soothed his dark mood.
“Sev, take what you need...Everything I am, is yours. I love you.” Sirius whispered.
Severus growled then, and picked the other man up roughly and carried him to the bedroom. He placed Sirius on the bed, leaving no room for pretense, he disrobed them both with a quick spell before letting his wand clatter to the floor. He moved to straddle his lover, one hand moving to card through Sirius’ dark hair roughly pulling Sirius’ head back and exposing his throat. Their erections were pressed tight against each other, and Sirius gasped, arching a needy body under his. Severus watched each line and angle of Sirius’ body move with hungry eyes. He brought his hand to cover Sirius’ throat. He pressed his thumb into his lover’s throat and watched grey eyes close in pleasure as he pressed and released the throbbing lifeline over and over. His other hand was not idle, he watched as his lover arched into his harsh treatment, as he squeezed one nipple harshly. He bent lower to breathe in the gasps from his mutt, and plunged to drink from the sweet mouth that kept mewling beneath him. Severus let his dark mood seep into the air of their chamber as he took pleasure with his lover grinding their hips together and savoring every gasp.
Sirius held his breath, the power of Severus was tantalizing. His body was cold from the loss of clothing, but was quickly covered by the sharp angles and weight of Severus. He could not help arching into the exquisite pleasure of skin on skin. His eyes closed at the sensation of submitting to the harsh touch of his dark prince. One press and his breath became ragged, the sensation of his life in the hands of his lover made him dizzy. Fire raced through him as his sensitive nubs were pulled harshly. When Severus rocked on top of him, his sanity left him, only blissful pleasure and pain remained. He let his cries rise into the heat of his lover’s mouth, he wanted to release, but knew that he had to wait for the command. His concentration was focused on the pleasure, and holding back the explosion his body would render. He cried out the loss when Severus left the tight embrace of their bodies only to shiver when his legs were lifted high. His Dark Prince slid into him with slamming precision and he cried out Severus’ name over and over as his prostate was hit repeatedly. Tears were falling from his eyes as he tried to hold on… He needed….
“Severus… Please…” Sirius begged.
Severus needed more than just the press of their bodies, he needed the rebirth of his spirit. He only found that when he was buried so deep in Sirius that he did not know where he started and his lover began. Severus broke their bodily connection bringing groans from Sirius. He quickly placed each well muscled leg against his shoulders, stroking up each leg with his hands, savoring the feel. His goal was exposed to him as Sirius’ legs opened. Severus body ached and he pushed in, slamming his hips as he cried out his own pleasure in finally entering the heated home he needed. Every stroke and snap of his hips made him feel more alive. The cries and pleas increased the sensations within his body, he wanted to stay like this. The broken cry for release was enough...
“Cum with me pet…” Severus’ low baritone a rasp as his own body gave in and poured into Sirius’ tight channel… He barely had the strength as he wrapped his hand around his lover’s cock and stroked once, only to feel the orgasim pulse hard and spill over his hand.
Severus did not bother to clean them, he only gathered Sirius in his arms and breathed in the scent that gave him peace. “Thank you…” Severus whispered.
“Everything Severus…I want everything… and I give you everything.” Sirius responded, stroking the darker man’s back.
Severus tipped up Sirius’ chin and kissed him, slowly. No roughness, no bruising pressure, just tenderness...and Love.
Severus looked into grey eyes, he could drown in the love he found there. He deserved none of it, yet here it was offered to him for the taking.
“You amaze me everyday, mutt...I can’t help but love you.” Severus whispered against soft lips.
Lunch was a tense affair. The Headmaster tried to gain Harry’s attention several times, but Harry engaged another teacher or flat out ignored the man.   Juvenile actions? probably, but Harry understood his own nature and temper. He would wait to address the Headmaster when he was not so consumed by hurt and anger.   He would talk when he felt his contribution to the conversation would be without fault or bias. The topic was important enough to Harry for him to measure his emotions and wait until they were well balanced.
Severus watched the play out of events at the staff table. Harry was an expert in the cold shoulder, if his actions told all. His emotions were plastered on his face, it was a pity the Headmaster did not seem to understand. Severus took matters into his own hands. He invited the Headmaster for tea in his office later.
Harry walked back to his room, his emotions were festering and he did not like that. He needed calm and relaxation… He needed Draco. He walked straight to the sofa where Draco was reading and let his arms slide down around the paler man, and just inhaled. His worries, stress and anger slipped away, leaving his mind clear and peaceful.
Draco felt the air of agitation ripple when Harry entered the door. He sighed a bit when Harry’s arms surrounded him. The air settled, the magic calmed and balance was restored. He turned his head, placing a soft kiss on his lover’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dumbledore”
“And what has your favorite old goat done now to rile you up?”
“Thought I wanted to kill Vincent.” Harry said dejectedly.
“And did you explain everything?”
“He didn’t give me a chance before he jumped to conclusions.”
“And you just ran away with no explanations?”
“I always speak rashly when I am not calm...I did not want to say something I regret later.”
Harry’s lips were pulled into a sweet and lovely kiss. The angle made his neck hurt, but his heart swelled with love. Harry broke the kiss, only to move around the sofa, so that he could properly kiss those perfect lips.
The fireplace flared, breaking them apart. Narcissa’s face was staring back at them. “I have questions about the decorations for your place, if you two have a moment.”
Harry and Draco turned to face her. They chatted about furniture choices, color schemes, and silverware patterns.
Severus waited in his chambers, Sirius sat beside him, reading contentedly. The soft knock had Severus raising his wand to let the Headmaster in. Sirius’ hand reached to give a squeeze to Severus before the darker man got up to greet their guest.
“Come in Albus, tea will be taken here in the sitting room.” Severus gestured towards the seating in the part of the room that he had just vacated.
“Thank you Severus.” Albus walked to take a seat in the nearest armchair, “Sirius… good to see you as always.”
“So, Severus says something’s wrong with you and our cub, care to spill?” Sirius dove right in.
“He approached me about Vincent Crabbe, and I jumped to a conclusion that set him off I suppose.” Albus stated. He felt bad. He seemed to be cursed to not see the best in people when they needed it the most.
“Ahhh… and what conclusion did you jump to?” Severus asked quietly.
“Harry said something to the effect of Death already having a claim on the boy, and of course I thought that meant he would have to kill him at some point.”
Sirius groaned and Severus grimaced.
“Harry hates death more than any one person I know, just because of what he is, does not make him anything like Voldemort who feels nothing but glee when he kills.” Severus said, “You effectively called him a killer and compared him to his most hated enemy.”
“I know…” Albus said, “but until he talks to me, there are no amends I can make.”
“I suggest you seek him out. That would make it quick and painless.. I suppose you could start in his rooms. Draco can help to keep Harry’s emotions in check.” Sirius stated, pointing out the obvious that the Headmaster seemed to completely miss.
Albus sighed. They were right, his actions deemed it necessary. Albus thanked them both and proceeded down towards the room Harry and Draco shared. He had yet to see the blond since his attack, so he could reassure himself that Draco was well at the same time.
When he arrived, he did not even get within 5 feet of the portrait before wards stronger than he had ever felt repelled him back a few more feet. He spoke his Headmaster’s password, but the wolf in the portrait stared back at him, unmoving.
Harry felt the wards alert him to someone trying to gain entrance. Draco looked up at him, “it’s probably your favorite Old geezer…”
Harry smiled, Draco was right...He could feel the signature relayed to him by the wards.
Harry called to the portrait to grant access.
“You may pass, Headmaster.” The wolf called before opening.
“Harry?” Albus called out quietly.
“He is in here stewing, Sir.” Draco called to him.
Harry shot his husband a glaring look, only causing a slight shrug of the blond’s shoulders.
Albus had previously only seen the smaller image of Draco as a blur of paleness when Harry had arrived back at the Castle. Up close, the two were as different as night and day. He had heard of the legends of old. He now would swear that they were in fact the resurrected sons of destiny...There had been an time in Britain's history… before Merlin, during the age of the Celts. A pair of brothers had arose to repel the invading Roman armies, they were deemed the sons of destiny. They were said to have been blessed by the earth and the moon, life and death. Albus had not read that either were an Augur, but… It was written that one was dark as the earth and the other pale as the moon. Now that he thought about it, even the details of Merlin and his bonded were similar with Merlin the pale one...
Draco’s pale hair, almost white reached past his shoulders, he currently had it tied back with a green silk ribbon. His face was much older, it bespoke of pain, but the beauty was youthful. He had no lines, no marr, only pale flesh, and eyes that gleamed like real silver. He had grown a bit taller, but next to Harry, the height was minimal. Harry’s size was much larger than Draco’s. His muscles were large, where Draco’s were slender yet firm. Harry was tan where Draco was pale. Harry’s eyes were a dark green where Draco’s sparkled with a metallic gleam. Harry was the antithesis of Draco in every way, yet… When they moved, they flowed as if one person, their touches were fluid, and almost missed. Draco leaned into Harry, and every curve matched Harry’s lines.
Albus took a seat opposite the couple. Draco seemed to flinch a bit at his movements, but settled when Harry’s arm surrounded him. Those green eyes pierced right through him.
“I’m sorry…” Albus started…
Harry interrupted before the Headmaster could say anymore. “I should have waited and explained, Sir.”
“We both erred in our actions, Harry.” Albus conceded, “Draco, how are you?”
Draco looked up at the Headmaster and smiled.
“I am well.” He stated.
The Headmaster knew better than to press further. Malfoys were very private.
Harry interrupted, changing the subject towards what he wanted to discuss.
“There are three options for Vincent, sir. If you want to hear them.” Harry waited and when the Headmaster nodded, he went on to explain what he found.
“I think the last one with the caretaker is the best option, but who would be the caretaker?” The headmaster asked.
“I’ve been thinking about that. I will have to ask, but I believe Professor Snape is the best option. That way if there is need due to information from Voldemort’s side, there can be something that he could do.” Harry explained.
“That sounds logical, but how much will it take away from his daily life?” The Headmaster asked.
“A caretaker of will, need only direct the subject to do daily routines so there is no constant care needed. The subject will not do anything other than those things. If Vincent were to remain where he was, he could be directed to eat, sleep and all the necessary requirements, to include attending classes. All outside contact would go through the Professor, so he could say due to the incident, he has been charged with Vincent’s care, which would be true and would provide an excellent explanation for Crabbe Sr. and Voldemort. I can see Voldemort sending any tasks through Professor Snape.” Harry explained.
They all agreed that it was the best course of action. The Headmaster would address Severus later that evening with the details.
“On to more pressing matters,” Harry started with a smile, “I would like to know if I could hook our cottage up to the floo in these rooms?”
“I do not see why not.” The Headmaster stated, “I will have Dobby attend to it, that way it is not recorded with the Ministry.”
“Perfect.” Harry stated and moved to stand with the Headmaster and show him out the door.
Draco really did not take well to the sudden movements the Headmaster made, but Harry’s arm was a comfort. He tried reasoning with himself, but his reactions were not under his control. Near the end of the meeting, the Headmaster seemed to make slower movements, so his responses were not so sharp. Harry got up and walked Dumbledore to the door, leaving him sitting on the couch.
“You alright?” Harry’s voice was full of concern when he returned.
He sat back down and wrapped Draco up in the safety of his arms. Draco’s form was shaking a little, so he just held on tighter, letting his kisses fall where they could.
“When Dobby has the floo hooked up, We will go home. To our home… Just us.” Harry whispered, he felt Draco relax.
“I’m sorry, I should be stronger than this…”Draco said with a sigh.
Harry shifted, bringing his hand under Draco’s chin and brought silver orbs to meet his own.
“Never be ashamed… You saved me...You are stronger than everyone else...You are my own personal savior.” Harry chided...then bent down to capture a kiss. Delicate like the petals of a rose, Draco’s lips melted against his own, blossoming open for pure bliss. Harry pulled back slowly. “You are perfect, whatever we face, we will do it together.”
Draco nodded, and moved to put his head in HIS spot on Harry’s shoulder. Nothing was like Harry, and he was lucky to have his angel.
The next morning, Harry met with Professor Snape and the Headmaster. They were in the guest room where Vincent lay, still induced under the potion.
Harry heaved a sigh… He really did not want to go back into that mind, but he had to know what transpired, and how much Voldemort knew.
Harry was consumed with the darkness of Vincent’s mind. It oozed like thick oil, trying to trap his mind. He moved quickly, trying to find the recent memories.
Vincent sat by the fire, talking to a man.
“I heard them Father, there is no mistake. Draco Malfoy bonded with Potter...and the stupid Gryffindor seems very attached. There is something else… They both look different. I don’t know what is going on, Draco does not talk to me anymore.   But it is not good for our Lord. If Draco stays here, his influence could cost our Lord followers.” Vincent said menace lacing his tone.
“I will ask the Dark Lord his will...be prepared to take action, son… “ Crabbe Sr. responded.
Vincent nodded..
The scene changed only minutely, and then Vincent was at the fire again. This time they were detailing the plans. Then the scene shifted to the woods, Draco’s body lying on the ground.
“Here is the filth… When will Potter be informed? I want to witness it.” Vincent replied.
Malevolent glee spilled into Harry as he watched the memory play out.
“Soon...and we have plans for other ‘family’ of his as well...Stay close, If you are linked, the Dark Lord said to claim ‘imperious’. He will call upon you again...Once we have Potter lured to the Ministry, his other family will be destroyed after the Dark Lord finishes with Potter.”
Both parties laughed, and Draco’s limp form was whisked away.
Harry stood and backed away from Vincent’s slumbering form. He closed his eyes and felt for his bond with Draco… he needed that calming touch, the sense of balance. Draco’s essence poured into him, centering him. He breathed slower, his rage started to calm. He offered a silent thanks to Gaia for Draco.
Harry looked over at Professor Snape…
“Are you ready for this?” He asked.
“No...But that does not matter…Lets get this over with.” Severus said with resignation.
Harry accepted the reluctance and stood closer to Vincent’s body. He reached for the power of Mercy. It came to him in a beautiful incandescent blue light. His eyes went black, and he etched two matching Mercy runes, one over Vincent’s body and the other over Severus’ head. Harry turned his body, so that one arm was hovering over Vincent’s heart and the other was placed directly over Severus’ forehead.
“Take into keeping that which Death has claimed. Until the claim has been satisfied.” Harry’s voice sounded like thunder in the room.
A deep purple thread jumped into Harry’s hand from Vincent. The glow was dark and almost black in color, it flowed along the path of Harry’s outstretched arms. Severus groaned in pain when the thread penetrated his mind. Harry did no move, his power was pulling at the thread of Vincent’s will, holding it and keeping it constant. As the last of the deep purple thread left Vincent, his body shuddered and spasmed for a few moments before calming. Harry’s strong arms circled to Severus as the last of the thread entered into the older man. Harry’s hands clasped Severus’ head, and their eyes met, obsidian on onyx. Harry’s hands glowed with a soft blue and the flames funneled into Severus’ ears, encasing the thread in a tight blue ball.
“Evil will not rule, ballance protects the caretaker.” Harry’s voice was but a whisper. A soft breeze came through the room cleansing the air, though no windows were present.
Harry let the power recede, and caught Severus before he slumped to the ground. He picked up the older man and took him to his sitting room, where he laid the Potions Master on the sofa.
Dumbledore looked at Harry with a questioning gaze.
“He will need some rest, but now, Vincent can be let go from his sleep. The boy’s will is now safely inside Professor Snape. He must direct Vincent once you waken the boy to accomplish everyday tasks, and then he can be allowed to go to classes afterwards. I suggest dining and everything else be done here.” Harry instructed.
“Thank you. Do you know how the claim will work?” Albus inquired.
“Not at the moment. I have a feeling that I will when the time comes. I know that is not what you wanted to hear, but not every piece of information flows when I want it. Just when I need it.” Harry stated.
“That will do, Harry. I have learned that I really need to trust you more, and I will get there my boy.” Albus said, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder. They left Sirius to watch over Severus and deliver the instructions.
Harry had to go to observe Professor Sinistra in an hour, but decided to stop by to see Draco.
Draco was milling around looking for books in the sparse library.
“When our cottage is hooked up, we can order as many books as will keep you occupied.” Harry said after Draco turned to see him.
“Mum firecalled. Said that it is ready, and Dobby gave the go ahead. It’s called Dahlia* Cottage. Old Malfoy wards are up, but you may want to reinforce them.” Draco stated as he came over to Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck.
Harry looked down into delighted silver myst and let himself be taken in, dropping low to press his lips to Draco’s. He let his body feel the warmth of every line of Draco’s body as it pressed against his own. He broke the kiss, leaning his head against Draco’s forehead.
“Let’s go home.” Harry whispered.
Harry was shocked as he wandered around the ‘cottage’.   He should have known that to the Malfoy’s, cottage was a word for ‘just slightly smaller than a manor’. The house was huge, it had over 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, three sittings rooms, a large activity room, a dining room a parlour, a library, two offices, a kitchen and other assorted rooms Harry had not yet absorbed.
He lost a lot of precious time in awe of the place, but decided to use what little time he had to spend on the wards of the house as it sat close to Malfoy Manor, and he knew the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters were near. Harry raised many of his own wards, and then bent low to call to the earth, and Gaia for protection below the earth and above...He felt her stir, and the energy flowed around the grounds, into the trees and under through the roots.
He turned to see Draco watching him, eyes shining with desire. How he wished to be able to explore each room with Draco, but he had responsibilities.
He left Draco in the main sitting room to floo back to the school.
He took notes, and observed half heartedly. His heart was at home…
Harry met with the Headmaster to finalize some of his plans for the upcoming classes, and to update him on how his extra curricular defense group was progressing. Albus agreed with his assertions and plans.
The Headmaster went to the closet in his office and pulled out his a few bottles that surrounded his Pensive, and placed a few memories in them.
“Sir, Do you think a person can learn spells by watching a person’s memory of training sessions?” Harry asked with an energized tone.
“I don’t see why not.” Albus stated.
“Does the school have an extra Pensive? or can one be found in Hogsmeade?” Harry asked.
“I believe there is a shop in Hogsmeade that should have them.” Albus replied.
Harry was practically giddy when he left the Headmaster’s office, he decided to bypass lunch, and went straight to Hogsmeade.
The store was full of various utensils student’s could use for their school work. He looked for an attendant, he did not want to waste any more time than he had to. When he had his package in hand he did not leave any traveling to time, he jumped and took off into the sky, a white plume behind him. He twisted and turned down the familiar path towards Hogwarts, he landed, feet firmly in front of the main doors. He swept inside, teaching robes billowing behind him. He deposited his package in his room, before he left for the last class to observe for the day.
The end of the day brought with it a weariness, but a rejuvenated elation at what he could bring to surprise his husband. When he entered his home, Draco greeted him and practically drug him, package and all to the dining room for their first dinner alone…
Candles were everywhere, giving a wonderful ambiance to the room. The scent of garlic and other savory odors reached him, enticing his already grumbling stomach.
“How was the rest of the classes?” Draco asked, after they had sat down.
Harry was glad they were sitting close, he reached out and rested his hand on Draco’s arm, his being settled and he felt whole once again.
“They were full of insight, but I had an idea for your training.” He watched Draco’s eyes fall upon him, “I bought you a Pensive… I think I can pick out the training I received, so you can watch and learn.”
Draco’s eyes had shined at him before, but now, he watched them go from shining to melted mercury. Eyes that melted his heart, could demand anything of him and he would be powerless to say no...he forgot his speech, his thoughts and dinner… He reached out with both hands, grasping the sides of Draco’s face, thumbs tilting a pale chin to just the right angle...his eyes closed, but the brightness of their passion lit a fire behind his eyes when their mouths met. Harry’s senses were aflame with the scent of honey and lemons, his hands stroked soft caresses on tender skin… his mouth plundered, sweetness and addiction, his head was becoming dizzy from the taste of heaven. Harry’s mouth stayed attached, but his strong arms pulled Draco out of his chair, and one swept away any plates in their way, as he lifted Draco to sit on the table, legs wrapped around him. He groaned into Draco’s mouth when their groins met in heated friction.
Draco was waiting impatiently for Harry to arrive. He had spent the entire day planning out a seduction for his husband. He had thought of eating dinner, but when Harry told him about his idea, he could not help the passion that welled up inside him. Harry’s intelligence was attractive, and to top it off, he had been keeping his mind firmly in the bedroom all day.. So when Harry reached for him he was eager… His body reacted, fire and passion rose to meet Harry. He held on for dear life, afraid he would turn to ash if he let go of Harry as his anchor. The kiss made him lose his thoughts, only passion lived. Only pleasure seeped into his very bones. The tender caress of fingers on his face, caused his nerve endings to pulse with twinges and aches, in the sweet sincerity of feeling. He held on as Harry moved them onto the table and he used his legs to pull his center closer to Harry’s hardness until they pressed hard causing them to groan in pleasure.
Harry left the succulent retreat of Draco’s mouth to feast on perfect skin, pale and soft… His drug of choice. His body flexed and throbbed to the moans falling from perfect lips. He swept away the offending shirt, and let his hands skim velvet skin, the texture heightening his own pleasure as his fingers registered the feel. He pushed the shirt off the soft rounding of Draco’s shoulders. His mouth fastened on the silk of the flesh, and he licked his way down one arm, earning squirms that pressed them closer together. He looked up into silver eyes and captured the flood of silk hair under his fingertips and cupped the back of Draco’s head, capturing those lips for his own again as he pressed himself hard and rubbing against Draco’s hardness, earning sweet gasps into his mouth that he drank in. He barely registered one of Draco’s hands, the one not holding his lover up, started to work his robe and shirt off. Harry drew back slightly, savoring the look of the thoroughly kissed sensual man beneath him. He cast a few spells, one to move items on the table, another to cover it in a cushion, one to rid them of their offending clothes and one last one, to lubricate and stretch his lover.
Draco was in a state of intoxication, his head was hazy. Harry’s mouth was hot against his flesh, bringing him towards an inferno ready to explode within his bloodstream. Those hands were soft and heated velvet against his skin. He shivered and arched as Harry licked his arm, it was sensitive. “Ohh…” Draco mumbled before Harry plundered his mouth again, he could think of nothing other than getting to touch Harry. He wanted to run his hands all over that perfect body above him. Their grinding was making him ache to be filled… And then Harry left his arms, he waited propped up on his arms, and then Harry was back covering him with warmth, filling him with heat and surrounding him with love. Each stroke in made him see stars, each pull made him want to cry at the loss… Harry was his perfect match, they fit, they were made for passion and Draco could fly if you let him. His orgasim was at the cusp, he wanted nothing more than to be filled, so he arched his back. This allowed his own movements to compliment the thrusts of his husband. They came with a shout filling the room, together as one, their souls singing together in unison.
Harry’s cock was full and hurting when he entered his husband, the tightness of the heat was so good. His skin was sensitive all over, and he moved, loving the squeeze of Draco’s channel with each movement he made. His rhythm beat faster as his hips moved with it, his own pleasure blinding him almost. Draco’s cries took him over the edge and they came together, Harry felt Draco’s soul pour into his, filling him up, they were complete, perfect.
Harry had no issue carrying his husband to their bedroom, naked as they were, it was their home. He settled next to Draco and held the blond to him, his heart beating for Draco, fast and strong.
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