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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A/N: Sorry this is short and late! Regular long updates from now on.
Perspective
November 7^th
“What the hell, Draco!” Liam cried as the kid practically collapsed in his arms.
He and Harry were deep in the woods of Central Park, a good twenty minute walk from the zoo. Draco had been gone for nearly two and a half hours, and Liam was about ready to go in there after the blond when Draco had suddenly appeared, staggering and breathing hard. His face was pale and he was drenched in sweat despite it being a cool seventy-five degrees.
But Draco couldn't even explain what had happened because he couldn't talk; he was panting too hard to speak. Liam sank to his knees, letting Draco lean against him as he struggled to catch his breath. Harry pressed close to Draco's other side, and he began to kiss up Draco's neck and across his jaw. Liam's eyes went wide as Harry slid his lips across the blond's. Draco reached up to hold Harry's head in place, deepening the kiss.
“Guys, come on,” Liam muttered as they made out, basically in his lap.
The boys ignored him.
As their tongues pressed in and out of each other's mouths, Liam couldn't help but notice how Draco's skin began to flush a healthy color, his sweat dried, and his breathing evened out. Harry pulled away after only a few minutes. His face was red and his lips were shinny, but he looked well enough. As for Draco, the kid looked completely refreshed. Like a second ago he hadn't looked like he'd run a mile in the summer heat and was about to keel over.
“What the hell happened?” Liam demanded again as Draco sat up and pulled away. For his own sanity, he chose to pretend the weird make-out session hadn't happened.
Draco related what happened at the zoo. He carefully left out the part about Liam being made to forget them or think they were dead. That was something Draco would have to think about. He leaned against Harry's shoulder for comfort and wrapped an arm around the smaller boy. Harry was calm – curious trust peace – but Liam was furious.
“That asshole!” Liam jumped to his feet and glared in the direction of the zoo, his blue eyes spitting fire. “He put that shield thing up to trap you in there!”
Draco shrugged. “I'm not sure it was him. He was busy dealing with the snakes.” He smiled into Harry's surprised eyes. Leaning forward, Draco gently touch their noses. Liam held his breath, worried they were going to make out again, but all Draco said was, “Good job, Harry. They were perfect.”
Harry blushed and ducked his head.
Draco give him a quick hug before turning back to Liam. “I'm just a kid,” he said and fell back so that he was lying on the ground, arms and legs spread as if he were getting ready to make a dirt angel. “People always think they know better than kids, so it's not weird he didn't listen to me. 'Sides, he thinks there's somethin' out here that attacks magical kids.” His grey eyes found Liam's and a sly smile touched his lips. “But I think I could get to 'em if I had long enough.” Draco yawned, his eyes falling closed. “It's not like I trusted 'em at the meeting, so it's not a betrayal. We knew they weren't gonna let me go easy. That's why you and Harry didn't come with me. Nothin' to be mad at.”
Liam snorted. He was still pissed, but it was clear that Draco needed to recover from breaking the shield thing. He would have to convince Draco how horrible these magic people were another time. For now, he bent down and scooped the boy into his arms.
Draco slid his arms around Liam's neck and lay his head comfortably on his shoulder.
Liam was a little surprised the blond was letting him carry him, but it also filled him with a surge of protective love. Glancing down, he caught Harry's eyes. “Let's go.”
The little boy nodded and hooked his small fingers in Liam's belt loop. He looked up at Liam with a sweet smile that about melted Liam's heart. Walking slowly, they made their way out of the woods and to the car.
…
Remus arrived in the Ministry's medical wing with the three unconscious Aurors. Healers immediately swarmed around them. The portkey had been created so that he could get the children to medical help right away if they needed it. He hadn't expected to need it for the Aurors. He took a seat in the waiting area and sipped at the cold water he was given, lost in thought.
“What happened, Mr. Lupin?” President Smackhammer demanded. He stood in front of Remus, eyes fierce with his long sleek hair hanging around his shoulders and down his chest.
Remus noticed there was a wide space around them so that they wouldn't be overheard. Straightening his back, he related events as precisely as he could. As he spoke, he realized he never got the boy's name and it felt really weird. The boy had been in control of that entire conversation and Remus hadn't even noticed.
“You had to banish the snakes back to the tanks,” President Smackhammer repeated stonily.
Remus swallowed. “Yes. I found holes cut in the glass. They were definitely real snakes from the exhibit and not conjured ones.”
Black eyes bore into him. “You are suggesting Parseltongue.”
Remus looked away, nodding once.
“Have no fear, Mr. Lupin,” the President's voice reached him. It had softened. “We do not see animal speak in the same light as the magical communities in other countries. We embrace a more naturalistic connection to magic here, and that includes connections to animals that the other countries have eschewed as savage and base. We will not vilify a child so gifted, but it does you credit that you are already protective of the child even though he is not the one you seek.”
Remus flushed, suddenly ashamed of that his sole concern had been Harry up to this point.
“You felt the barrier shatter,” Smackhammer repeated, needing confirmation and getting the conversation back on track.
Remus nodded. “I didn't see what happened because I was banishing the snakes, but yes. That's what it felt like. And then I found the Aurors lying on the ground. They didn't respond when I tried to wake them, so I brought them here with the portkey. How are they?”
Smackhammer sighed and took the seat next to Remus. “They will be fine. The healers have informed me they suffered sever backlash when their spell was destroyed. Their working wasn't merely broken but dissolved. It created some kind of rubber-band effect that rendered them unconscious. Rest will set them right.”
“Do you think the boy did that?” Remus asked quietly. “Or do you think someone else provided him with some kind of spelled item so that he could return?”
Smackhammer looked him in the eye solemnly. “You tell me. Do you think the boy is capable of that kind of magic?”
Remus looked over to see the Aurors lying on the medical beds, healers tending to them. “Yes, actually. I do. He was remarkably intelligent and self-possessed. I believe he could do this. He was too surprised and unfamiliar with magic and the magical world to have an acquaintance who could provide him with something that powerful.”
“Then we will continue on that assumption.” Smackhammer stood and looked down at him. “The boy is extraordinarily gifted. In fact, it is likely he who is unconsciously shielding their location. After all, they were slaves and he undoubtedly does not want to be found by whoever had kept them in captivity, and that could trigger unconscious magic. But such a powerful spell that even your top magicians could not break it... And now a Parseltongue...” The President stared out blindly. “My diviners say that he will be at the center of a nexus of power that will either be used to work salvation or destruction on the world.”
Pale as a ghost, Remus rasped, “A prophecy?”
Smackhammer turned and his eyes came into focuse once more. He stared down at Remus solumnly before slowly nodding. “I cannot reveal to you the exact wording. Forgive me.” Then the President turned and began to walk away, saying as he left, “I am more concerned that his power makes them a target. I fear the children are running out of time.”
Remus didn't say anything as Smackhammer took his leave. He felt cold to his core and wrapped his arms around his chest. He wanted to take the boys and run back to England as fast as he could. This country was beautiful and the magic was exotic, but he didn't like the thought of the Scourers. They were the ones Smackhammer was worried about.
Scourers were a vicious group of assassins who hunted down and murdered magical people since the time of the Salem witch trials in the seventeen hundreds. They were reverse Death Eaters and hated magic and magical people with a fierce, unreasoning hatred. Invisible until they struck, they were scattered throughout the United States and were a danger to any wizard – especially children – who were unprotected in the Muggle world. This was another reason for the strict Secrecy Laws. They were in hiding from this brutal Muggle group.
Remus bowed his head over his folded hands and prayed Magic would keep both the blond child and Harry safe.
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November 8^th
Draco woke up to morning sunlight falling through their bedroom window. It was quiet, the sounds of traffic a soft background hum. The tv wasn't on in the living room. Liam was either still asleep or had gone out. Turning on his side, he smiled as he looked into Harry's sleeping face. Gently, he stroked his fingers down Harry's scarred forehead, down his nose, and over his lips in a slow petting motion, but his thoughts were filled with Remus.
The man was just as Harry had described: short, sandy hair - golden, pale brown eyes - scars. Draco had seen a lot of people in his life and had learned to read them very well. A mistake in Draco's world led to level of agony and suffering most would never know, so he had gotten very good at reading people.
This man had a sense of pain around him. His voice was gentle and warm. This was not a man who would resort to violence if he had the choice, and Draco felt calmed by his presence. He also believed the man spoke the truth. Sighing, Draco leaned forward to press his forehead gently to Harry's and closed his eyes.
The world was never going to do them favors. Life was a battle. Always had been, always would be. That hadn't changed just because they weren't slaves anymore. School had been a fight. Getting healthy was a fight. Learning was a fight: Reading, math, history, science – it was an unbeatable game; always new things to learn. But those battles had been almost comforting compared to the ones in the Hold or with his first abductor. This, though, Remus Lupin, the magical world, it was the Hold all over again, their lives on the line.
Harry stirred. Draco kept his eyes closed, but he couldn't help smiling when Harry's soft lips pressed questioningly against his own. Draco pulled Harry more firmly into his arms and began to kiss him. Slow, thorough, Draco moved his tongue in languid swipes along the roof of Harry's mouth and across his tongue. Harry was warm and limp in his arms – love pleasure happy.
Once they were both breathless and flushed, Draco pulled away enough to speak. They were lying on their sides, faces inches apart, and he kept his arm around Harry's waist. “I need ta talk to you.”
Harry blinked sleepily, a contented smile curling his pink lips.
Draco hated to take that away from him, but they had to talk, now while Liam wasn't with them. “Harry, I don't think we can stay with Liam.”
Green eyes went wide and filled with tears - worry sadness - “But why can't we?”
Draco sighed and began to pet Harry's messy hair. “Remus was serious 'bout somethin' dangerous hunting us. He's convinced if we don't go with him, we'll be killed or captured. I've never felt anything like that wall he made. We don't know what else is possible. The truth is we just don't know enough about magic. We might not be safe on our own.”
Harry pressed forward and buried his head against Draco's neck – sadness trust.
“Sides,” Draco said, holding Harry tightly as his own eyes filled with tears. “If there's somethin' out there gunnin' for us, Harry, we don't wanna put Liam in danger. He can't protect himself like we can.” He kissed Harry's hair. “I'll find out more about the threat and then we can see about Liam, but don't forget Remus said you're from England. That's why you talk funny. Remus wants to take us back there. I'm pretty sure it's really, really far away, and Liam doesn't want to leave New York. So either way, it's not lookin' like we can stay, Harry.”
Harry nodded, but he was crying.
Draco closed his eyes and just held him close. He didn't want to leave Liam either, but facts were facts. He'd do his best to keep Liam with them, but he wanted Harry to be prepared. Draco's main priority was keeping Harry and Liam safe. If that meant separating, then that was what they'd do. It sucked, but when had life ever not sucked? Grey eyes gone silver, he stared over Harry's head as Harry cried.
Life was a war, and Draco had every intention of winning.
No matter the cost.
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