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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 22
“Enter!”
The high, cold voice rang out and Jasper strolled into the room slowly, his mind in a million different places it seemed. He had so much to do. He had waited forever for his revenge, but now that things were finally moving, he couldn’t wait any longer.
He had been alone so long, with nothing but a gaping hole in his chest where the bond with his mate should have been and a driving purpose in life to pay back those who had taken away his reason for living.
Tristan.
He was the only one left. Everyone else that had been a part of this disaster was long gone. Now only his treacherous brother was left to deal with, and he had finally given Jasper the chance to inflict the same betrayal on him; even if it would only be an inkling of the hell that Jasper had endured for so long.
“How did this happen?” the snake-like man demanded. “Po- He was dead! Dead! He was- I felt it! But no, no he can never just- just die! This is unacceptable, why did you not inform me of it beforehand?”
Jasper was confused for a moment, still deep in thoughts of his long-estranged brother before he realized that this senile moron in front of him was ranting about that runt Potter!
He looked at the “man” in front of him and fought not to bare his fangs or sneer at him. Who cared about the Potter child?! He was an insignificant tool to be used in a greater scheme, a plan that had been almost a thousand years in the making. This petty conflict of the wizards was nothing compared to his cold war against his brother.
This Dark Lord, this human stood for nothing, he was nothing. He was merely a pawn, a blip in the multiple lifetimes that Jasper had already lived and suffered through in anguish; his shallow goals ensured that Jasper could easily use him. He was so easy to manipulate. He was like a toddler having a tantrum and unfortunately for the world, his tantrum affected the whole population of Britain. He knew nothing of suffering and loss, though, not like Jasper did. Jasper persevered due to the love that was stolen from him; his reason was so much more powerful. This… thing could never understand how pathetic he was to a true immortal.
But that was fine; this broken creature would help Jasper achieve his revenge against Tristan. He had known, however vaguely, of the story behind Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter. When he had learned that his brother had turned the boy he had been euphoric at the endless opportunities that he could utilize to hurt the other ancient vampire with this new weakness.
“This only proves that these vampires are nothing better than traitors, My Lord,” Jasper replied smoothly, the perfect contrast of dignity and subservience. “That they, as Dark Creatures, could shelter and welcome the Boy-Who-Lived into their community when they should be following you… They must be punished, My Lord!”
“Yes, yes,” Lord Voldemort’s gaze became distant for a moment. “To mock my power, by sending the boy, and refusing to join me they have sealed their fate. They must be wiped out, especially the boy! You, Jasper, will guide our forces to them. They will not be permitted to live!”
“Of course, My Lord,” Jasper smiled maliciously. It was all falling together. Just one more player needed to be moved onto the field before the conclusion of his plans could begin.
***
Neville landed beside his Headmaster, barely maintaining his balance when the old man sagged against him. He cast a worried look at the old man next to him. Although he wasn’t fond of him anymore, he didn’t enjoy suffering of any kind. They were by the gates of Hogwarts. Why the Headmaster didn’t just Apparate them directly into the school again the same way they left, he didn’t know. He was pondering what to do when Dumbledore finally spoke.
“Severus,” he gasped, his voice raw as if he had been screaming. “You must get Severus!”
Neville hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly. The thought of willingly confronting Severus before would have made him a stuttering mess, but the last month or so had really helped Neville come into his own more. He knew it was because of Harry, and he wasn’t afraid of Harry’s father anymore. Dumbledore’s eyes were glazed and Neville wasn’t sure if the man was really aware of his surroundings, but judging from the muttering he didn’t think so. He took out his wand and cast a spell that he shouldn’t know as a mere student.
“Expecto patronum,” he whispered, and watched as his Patronus darted to the castle and disappeared with his message. While knowing the Patronus charm wasn’t an issue, knowing how to communicate with it was something he shouldn’t know. However, Snape knew about him. He looked at the old man next to him, but he was staring in the other direction, eyes riveted on a spot as if he was seeing something of great importance.
Neville couldn’t help feeling on edge while he waited for the Potions Master with a more or less disabled Headmaster. His hand clenched reflexively around the necklace in his pocket and suddenly he smiled.
They had it, the last one. The last Horcrux, not including Nagini.
Neville and Dumbledore had been pushing hard to find all the Horcruxes. Voldemort seemed to be more enraged than usual of late and the Headmaster had wanted to end the conflict as fast as possible. Neville did as well. But whereas Neville was feeling confident about their success after reconnecting with Harry, he could see that his Headmaster was being driven by desperation and now the old man was paying the price.
He heard footsteps behind him and whirled around with his wand aimed only to see Snape raise an eyebrow at him. He let out a deep breath before lowering his wand. Edgy indeed.
“What happened?” the Potions Master asked in a smooth drawl, devoid of the spite that used to be directed at him.
“He drank a potion while we were hunting,” he whispered; Snape would understand. “I’m not sure what it did but he seemed to be in a nightmare or something. It was a bright, poisonous green color.”
He saw that Snape wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but stopped himself at the last moment. Old habits die hard, he supposed. With a slight tsking sound and a look of disgust, he flicked his wand at Dumbledore and levitated the almost unconscious man while starting to walk toward the castle.
Neville followed behind them and went back to his dorms in Gryffindor when Snape threw him a glance. He left the old man’s fate to the Potions Master; it wasn’t as if he could help any, even if he wanted to.
In the safety of his bed, with the curtains drawn, he held the locket in his hand and just stared at it. He couldn’t believe it. Was his hunt really over? Could he really tell Harry that he could finally end a part of the suffering he had endured? Without really thinking about what he was doing, Neville’s fingers found the latch that kept the locket closed and popped it open. Only after he had done it did he freeze, horror filling every inch of his body. But nothing happened.
He looked down and saw a slip of paper in the locket and horror filled him for another reason. With shaky hands, he unfolded the slip of paper and read it, his face completely pale by the end of it.
The Horcrux was a fake. And he had no idea where the real one could be.
***
“It was a fake.”
They were the first words out of Neville’s mouth when he met Harry the next day and Harry just looked at him in confusion until he looked at the locket that Neville was holding out to him. He slowly reached out and took it, before opening it himself and finding the folded paper inside.
Harry stared at the note blankly after reading it. He didn’t know who R.A.B. was. That led him nowhere. He looked at the locket instead, hoping for a clue. It looked like Slytherin’s locket, at least from what he could tell from the descriptions of it. So the locket wouldn’t give any clue for him either.
He barely paid attention when Hermione walked over to his side until he heard her gasp. She was staring at the locket which an expression of shock and confusion.
“What? What is it?” Harry asked, mildly alarmed.
“That locket… Don’t you remember?” Hermione asked, almost bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement now. Harry just stared at her until she rolled her eyes and explained, “It was at Grimmauld! In that glass cabinet that we cleaned out last summer! No one could open it no matter what we tried.”
Harry thought about it before vaguely remembering the scene Hermione was describing. “Who is R.A.B. though? Why would the locket be at Grimmauld, of all places?”
Hermione frowned. “Sirius had a brother, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, his name was Regulus…” Harry trailed off, suddenly feeling defeated, “so it ended up in the trash with pretty much everything else that summer? Bloody perfect!”
Hermione’s expression fell for a moment before she suddenly got excited again.
“No, no, no! Remember? Kreacher was stealing things back when no one was around. Maybe he took the locket!” Hermione exclaimed. “Oh, but how can we call him, without Sirius…”
Hermione trailed off with a guilty look toward Harry for mentioning Sirius, but Harry ignored her and called, “Kreacher!”
A moment later the old smelly house elf appeared before Harry and his friends. His beady, watery eyes fixed on Harry in their usual hateful manner, but Harry cut him off before he could even open his mouth.
“Kreacher,” Harry said sharply, “I order you to tell me, truthfully, if you have ever seen this locket before.” He slowly extended his hand so Kreacher could see the locket that Neville had brought back with him. The old house elf’s widened almost comically, confirming for Harry that he did indeed know something.
“That is Master Regulus’ locket!” Kreacher accused, stepping forward. “Where is half-breed Master be getting it from?”
Harry pulled his hand back quickly, shooting Kreacher a fierce glare and receiving an equally fierce scowl from the house elf in return. “Stay there and don’t speak, Kreacher,” Harry said, before turning to his friends. “I’m going to go to Grimmauld during my break right now. If it’s there, I should be able to find it quickly.”
“Be careful,” Draco said quietly, and Harry smiled before giving him a quick kiss and reassuring his friends he would be back soon.
“Kreacher, take us straight to Grimmauld Place, now,” Harry commanded, holding out his hand for the house elf to take, which he grudgingly did after a moment. And in the next moment, they disappeared from Hogwarts with a crack.
Harry looked around the kitchen of his late godfather’s house, noting it seemed to have fallen into even greater disrepair in the last few months. Before any potentially depressing thoughts could make themselves known, Harry quickly turned to Kreacher before the sneaky elf could disappear on him.
“Kreacher,” Harry called softly. Perhaps he was too gentle, because Kreacher froze and threw him a suspicious glance. Harry sighed before trying again, “I know you miss Master Regulus, and I am trying to finish what I believe was his dying wish so to speak,” he said carefully, carefully watching Kreacher’s expression. “Can you tell me about this locket and if there is another one, in this house?”
Kreacher was utterly still, as if his inner conflict was so great that he couldn’t even mutter aloud as he normally did. Seeing that he at least had his attention, Harry pushed a little more.
“I want to destroy the one he stole, Kreacher,” Harry said, trying to let the old elf see from his expression how truthful he was being, “I want to finish what Regulus started, will you help me?”
The poor elf seemed too shocked to speak for a while, he just stared at Harry for a few moments before snapping out of it with a quick, “Follow me, Master,” and turning and heading out of the kitchen. Harry’s eyebrows shot up before he followed without a word. He followed Kreacher up the narrow stairs, being careful not to touch anything. They eventually reached a room Harry had never entered previously. He quickly realized, after entering, that this must be Regulus’ room. Harry paused in the middle of the room and slowly looked around, seeing what he could learn about the mysterious younger Black brother.
As expected, the room was done in the stereotypical Slytherin colors that made Harry want to roll his eyes. He saw various tributes to Quidditch, the Dark Arts, and Death Eaters around the room. Overall, the perfect Dark pureblood son. A noise brought Harry out of his thoughtful contemplation to see Kreacher accessing a secret panel in the wall. Harry walked over quickly and watched as Kreacher pulled out what appeared to be old letters and pictures, while presumably searching for the locket.
Harry glanced at the pile of letters, then did a double take and quickly grabbing one that was sticking out in the middle of the pile. He didn’t register Kreacher pausing, with a locket in hand now, and watching him warily. Harry just stared at the letter, mouth slightly open in shock, unable to process what he was seeing. Almost as if in a trance, he kneeled on the ground next to the pile and started sifting through the other letters and pictures, scanning the faces and words but still barely comprehending what was staring back at him. After a while he stopped and just stared blankly, feeling overwhelmed and surprised.
He finally pulled himself together and gathered the entire pile, placing it in a pocket of his robe with a sharp glance at Kreacher when the house elf made a move as if to stop him. He would deal with his discovery later.
“Is that it?” Harry asked, gesturing to the necklace Kreacher was holding almost protectively against his chest, though he hardly needed to. The vile magic radiating off of it was hard to miss. The house elf nodded anyways, tightening his hands around the chain even more.
Harry was almost bursting with excitement. This was the last Horcrux, if Neville was to be believed, aside from Nagini. It was so close. He could destroy it! However, Kreacher seemed unwilling to part with it. Harry considered the elf for a moment, before deciding to take an opportunity to hopefully learn a bit more about Regulus.
“Did you help Regulus, Kreacher?” Harry asked. “What did he tell you to do?”
“Master Regulus be telling Kreacher to destroy the locket,” Kreacher said, voice full of self-hatred and shame, “but Kreacher couldn’t. No matter what he did, Kreacher could not destroy the locket. Kreacher failed Master Regulus.”
“Shh, shh, Kreacher,” Harry soothed quickly, before the mad house elf could become too hysterical, “it will be destroyed now. Would-,” Harry hesitated a moment before plunging on, “would you like to help us destroy it, Kreacher? To finally complete Regulus’ last order?”
“Master would let Kreacher help?” he asked in a choked voice, full of disbelief.
“Of course, Kreacher,” Harry smiled, feeling a bit sorry for the crazy elf. How must it have eaten away at the already batty elf over the years that he couldn’t fulfill his Master’s orders? “Let’s go back to Hogwarts and do it now, okay?”
For the first time ever, Harry saw Kreacher smile a genuine smile.
***
Once back at Hogwarts, Harry waited until his free period was over before gathering his friends before lunch started and ushering them up to the Room of Requirement as discreetly as possible. With a triumphant smirk, Harry gestured for Kreacher to show his friends the locket he was still carrying.
“I can feel the tainted magic from here,” Blaise sneered in disgust, looking as if he desperately wanted to edge further away from the object in Kreacher’s hands. Hermione, sitting against his side, rolled her eyes, but her discomfort was revealed when Harry saw her nervously looking at the locket out of the corner of her eye and paling slightly. Draco and Theo both looked mildly ill and both seemed to be fighting the urge to grasp their left arms. Harry pulled Draco against him and kissed his neck, trying to sooth his mate until the object was destroyed. Neville was staring at it with barely concealed anticipation that Harry could easily understand.
“I have promised Kreacher that he may help us destroy it,” Harry said, “as Regulus’ last order to him was to destroy the locket. Kreacher, come here.”
Harry stepped away from Draco and crouched down, pointing to a spot on the floor for Kreacher to place the locket. Reluctantly, the house elf released it, though he looked as if he was waiting for Harry to go back on his word at any moment. Harry smiled, a bit sadly, before conjuring a Basilisk fang with his wand. He wondered if that would have worked if he hadn’t been thinking of the dead Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. He slowly handed over the fang, with a warning for Kreacher to be careful where he touched it.
The little old elf looked around at Harry’s friends after taking the fang before focusing back on the locket in front of him. Slowly, he raised the fang above his head.
“For Master Regulus,” he whispered, before bringing it down quickly and stabbing the locket.
The effect was instantaneous. A dark, ghostly mist, oozed out of the locket with a high pitched wail that made them all clap their hands over their ears. The feel of tainted magic became almost oppressive, and Harry saw Draco and Theo drop to their knees, whimpering slightly and curling around their arms. As quickly as it began, the mist seemed to implode on itself with one final screech and the air suddenly became light and fresh again.
Harry rushed over to Draco and held him against his chest while he tried to collect himself, and watched as his other friends gasped for breath.
“We did it,” the breathy whisper came from Neville, who was staring at the, now mangled, locket on the floor. “There’s only Nagini left, and then it’ll be over. We’re almost free.”
The group of friends couldn’t help exchanging adrenaline high grins with each other at the thought of freedom from the ever approaching war. Harry watched as Blaise pulled Hermione close and kissed her on the temple and Neville seemed to be almost shivering with excitement while he continued to stare at the broken locket. Eventually, his friends all left and Harry dismissed Kreacher after thanking him. It seemed as if a darkness had been taken from the little elf and Harry almost couldn’t control his surprise when Kreacher bowed to him before disappearing.
Harry saw that only he and his mate were left in the room and gained a wicked smirk when he saw that Draco was grinning like a loon, though Harry would never say that to his face.
Before Draco knew what was happening, he was pushed up against a wall and being kissed with passion and aggression. Arousal zinged through his body with an electric shock from the abrupt assault and he moaned loudly, eagerly fisting his hands in Harry’s hair and molding their bodies as close together as possible. Draco was left gasping as Harry left his mouth and began trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck before working back up to his ear.
“Do you want me to make love to you?” Harry asked, his voice already low and raspy.
Draco took a steadying breath as he got himself under control. He smirked at Harry, “No.” Harry’s expression took on a look of disbelief and confusion, clearly being able to feel Draco’s desire and need. Draco chuckled darkly before wrapping his hand in Harry’s school tie and pulling him forward to kiss him again, then whispered against his lips, “I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now. Against this wall. Show me how much you want me, how much you want to claim me and prove to everyone I’m yours.”
Harry’s hands flexed convulsively on Draco’s hips and he thrust forward a bit, pressing Draco against the wall so he could feel every inch of his body without any chance of escape.
"You shouldn’t have said that,” Harry hissed out, before he slid his hands down to grasp Draco’s thighs and hoisted him up, forcing the blonde to wrap his legs around Harry waist. The next second they were naked as Harry’s magic caressed their bodies and Draco cried out at the sudden sensation of skin on skin. “I don’t know if you can handle this Draco,” Harry continued, teasingly.
“Let’s see if you can make me scream,” Draco smirked back, his cocky expression only slightly marred by his panting and flushed cheeks. His eyes widened and he sucked a breath in through his teeth when he once again felt Harry’s magic working on him, this time to prepare him. He looked into Harry’s eyes and almost whimpered at the utterly feral gleam in the now completely red irises.
Without warning, Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and thrust into him in one smooth stroke. A choked cry escaped Draco, his senses warring between pain and pleasure until he felt Harry wrap a hand around his cock and slowly start to pump it while he gave Draco a moment to recover. It felt like no time at all before Draco began rolling his hips, silently demanding that Harry start to move.
And Harry was brutal when he did, but it was exactly what Draco wanted. The adrenaline and excitement at the knowledge that he and his mate would be free soon, to live their lives as they pleased. That his family would be safe. He was feeling too much and he needed Harry to ground him and claim him so thoroughly that he would be reminded for days. Draco wasn’t going to last long; he could already feel himself racing toward completion and screamed in release when Harry mercilessly stroked his cock.
Harry gritted his teeth when he felt Draco’s inner muscles convulse and clamp around him and almost lost control when he registered the noises his mate was making. He kept himself in check though, not willing to end this yet. He pulled out of Draco, fighting every instinct his painfully hard cock was demanding of him, and left his mate leaning against the wall looking thoroughly fucked. Harry smirked as he walked backwards until he could sit on the bed that appeared when he thought of it. He moved until he was resting against the headboard, and raised an eye at Draco, issuing a challenge he knew his mate would understand.
Draco’s eyes flashed before he pulled himself together and stalked toward Harry as if he were the predator and Harry the prey. He crawled across the sheets until he was on his knees, straddling Harry’s lap with his hands on either side of his mate’s face and violently kissing him. He felt Harry’s cock jerk against his inner thigh and smirked into the kiss when he heard Harry growl in the back of his throat.
“Let’s see you lose control this time,” Draco whispered, quickly grabbing Harry’s cock and lowering himself. He closed his eyes as he felt Harry’s cock sliding into his body deeper than before. He registered a strangled moan coming from the vampire and then Harry was grabbing his hips and rolling his own upwards with a powerful thrust.
The feeling of Harry gliding in and out of his body was addicting and Draco felt overwhelmed with sensation. Draco rode Harry while his mate pounded up into him, making his whole body come alive. When Harry sat up and bit his neck, drinking deeply as they rushed toward their end, Draco happily surrendered himself to the feelings and lost himself in the pleasure.
***
The weekend came and found Harry on his way to Severus’ private quarters. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for his father.
“Enter!”
He pushed the door open as he felt the wards retreat and walked in to see Severus sitting at a desk writing something with quill as parchment. However, he quickly set down his quill and walked around his desk to greet Harry and lead him over to a sitting area.
“Tea?”
“Please,” Harry said as he settled himself and watched his father call an elf before sitting across from him. After they both prepared their tea, Severus sat back and focused his attention on Harry, clearly content to wait for his son to explain his presence.
Harry sighed. “I came to make sure you are satisfied with your choice to not go into hiding.”
“I am,” Severus said slowly. “Is it that time already?”
Harry nodded.
“When?”
“Tonight,” Harry smirked, thinking about how livid Voldemort would be.
Severus’ eyes widened marginally, but he merely sipped his tea waiting to see if Harry would say anything more.
“Draco and I will leave for the manor in a few hours,” Harry explained. “Lucius and Narcissa will have half an hour to pack any essentials they need before I will take them into hiding. After this move, I do not anticipate having to play this game as Henry Renard for much longer. Voldemort, and Dumbledore I think, will make their moves.”
“I will continue to spy, as promised,” Severus murmured.
Harry nodded in acknowledgement and thanks, before smirking mischievously in his father’s direction. “Even if you aren’t going into hiding, you will still be coming with us tonight.”
Severus raised an eyebrow in question.
“You have yet to meet my Sire.”
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