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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 23
- 24
- 25
Part 24

Trying to make some sense of it all but I can see that it makes no sense at all. Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor? I don't think that I can take anymore. Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck in the middle with you. - Bob Dylan

Hogsmeade was no fun at all when you were there by yourself. Or at least this was Vincent's opinion. He'd never before gone into town without Goyle and Malfoy. For seven years it had been the three of them, the Slytherin equivalent of the Golden trio. Only they weren't so much golden as tarnished silver. He could understand Greg not wanting to be seen in his current state - it was a fact that still made him chuckle when he thought about it. Of all the guys he knew, Greg had to be the last one he would ever picture as a girl. Malfoy on the other hand... well he could see him as a girl; Draco had that pale, flawless skin, and he was graceful and dressed impeccably. He should have known he was a poof. It was obvious now that he thought about it.
Then there was Potter. He knew that Potter had driven Zabini to kill himself, that it was his fault Goyle was a girl, that Nott had a scar in the shape of the Dark Mark on his arm - something that was sure to cause trouble as Theodore was suppose to be initiated this weekend because he'd turned eighteen two days ago. Crabbe was just glad he wasn't going to be there when Voldemort saw what Potter had done. He knew what would happen, what Potter had promised would happen if anyone tried to take the memories of their torture from their minds. Ted was going to be left a dribbling idiot and the Dark Lord still wouldn't know what had happened to him.
Thinking about his own initiation that was to happen just a few days before graduation, Crabbe wondered if he would come out of it intact. He wasn't sure what Potter had done to him, he only knew that he had done something, and he dreaded finding out what it was. He knew it would be bad.
As he continued on his way back from Zonko's, toward the sweet shop, he stopped dead; frozen in fear. Just a few feet away, he could see Malfoy walking toward him, but his eyes were locked on the figures behind him. Clowns. There were Clowns in Hogsmeade!
It was like he was six years old again. His magic surged forth in a desperate bid at self preservation. The Clown closest to him screamed as it dropped to it's knees, the other Clowns drew wands from their odd clothing and starting firing spells at him and at Malfoy. Malfoy was clearly not afraid of the Clowns, Vince noticed. He wished he was as self confident. "Malfoy, where did they come from?" he shouted as they stood back to back in the street, the Clowns circling them.
"I have no idea! Why are you helping me?" Draco asked somewhat bewildered.
Crabbe shuddered. "I hate Clowns, Malfoy! I fucking hate them!" he replied.
"Clowns? Draco asked in confusion. "What the fuck are you on about, we're surrounded by Death Eaters you bloody fool!"
"You... I ... We... Oh Merlin am I in shit now," Crabbe muttered threw a hex at the closest Death Eater Clown. He was already a dead man, he might as well go down trying to save Malfoy. No point in them both dying.
They put up a hell of a fight, but in the end they were outnumbered. Vincent was hit with a Stupefy and then put in a full body bind. He could only watch helplessly as Malfoy was also subdued. Two of the Death Eaters used a Portkey and disappeared - taking Draco with them. The rest Obliviated the few witnesses that were around. It was still early enough in the morning that there weren't that many people out and about in town yet and only a handful of them were Hogwarts students.
As the last of the villagers and the few students were Obliviated, Vincent watched a familiar looking Clown make its way toward him. "Now, son, I think you have a lot of explaining to do, but it will wait until we get home."
Hearing his father's voice coming from the Clown's mouth was a shock, but he nodded his acquiescence. He was going to be questioned, asked things he had no way to answer, and in the end, he'd be brought before the Dark Lord and left a dribbling idiot just like Nott. If only he'd let the hat put him in Hufflepuff, none of this would have happened.
~!~
After getting permission from Colin to borrow his camera, Ginny went in search of her targets. She couldn't find Harry anywhere, but she did see Malfoy as he left through the front doors of the school. Obviously he and Harry were planning to meet up in Hogsmeade, Ginny thought to herself and quickly followed the blonde - making sure to stay out of sight.
She watched Draco as he walked towards town as though he hadn't a care in the world and she smirked, knowing that by the end of the day, she would have the proof she needed to make Mrs. Malfoy realize that her letter had not been in jest.
She happened to notice the cloaked figures hiding in the shadows and quickly dropped back before she was seen. Her instincts were screaming at her that something bad was about to happen and she wanted no part of it. A tiny grin formed on her face as she saw the Death Eaters come out of hiding and make their way toward Draco.
Hiding around the side of the owl post office, Ginny watched the whole thing through the zoom lens of Colin's camera. A very satisfied smile formed on her face as she watched Malfoy go down, saw the Death Eaters bind him and Portkey away with him. Harry was as good as hers now. Malfoy was gone, off to face Voldemort and most likely be killed for his betrayal. Harry would be devastated, but with no hope of ever being with Malfoy again, it would only make it that much easier for her to get to him. He would need comfort, someone to be strong for him, a person who loved him to hold him.
Ginny only had to make sure that she was the one with him when he found out what had happened, so she needed to get back to the school as soon as possible. Seeing that the Death Eaters were rounding up all the witnesses, Ginny snuck around to the back of the post office and climbed inside through the window. She hid beneath a desk to wait until everything was over.
~!~
Ron woke up to the sounds of Seamus and Dean arguing. Again. It was pretty much the norm for them to be at each other's throats lately. They had found out a few weeks ago that they had both been seeing the same girl - a sixth year Ravenclaw named Keely. She hadn't wanted to choose between them, opting to continue dating them both if they were amicable to the idea.
Seamus, being as full of himself as he is, agreed straight away figuring that in the end he'd win out over Dean anyway. Dean, however, was not as happy with the current arrangement. Ron suspected that Dean deeply cared for the girl and was hurt by her decision to keep seeing Seamus more than he let on. Ron wondered how it was that even he could see how Dean felt, and Seamus couldn't. Seam had been Dean's best mate for the past seven years.
Shaking his head at his thoughts, Ron got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He had his own problems to think about and couldn't really spare the time and effort to deal with those of his dorm mates. Even Harry's.
He knew he had hurt Hermione terribly last night. She had been trying to help in the only way she knew how, and he had lashed out at her. It was horribly selfish of him to take out his frustrations on her just because she was handy. He only hoped she would forgive him.
Ron finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He dried his hair off with a second towel as he walked back into the dorm room. Dean and Seamus were no longer there and Ron stopped to look at Harry's empty bed. He wondered how long it had been since Harry had spent a full night here in the dorm. When he thought back he realized he hadn't done so since the night before the game against Slytherin.
The more he thought about what had happened to Harry, the angrier he got. At himself. If he had only waited for Harry instead of going back to the castle without him. If he'd only been more of a friend and less of a selfish git, maybe Harry would still be Harry and not this... this facsimile of him instead. But then, the Harry he knew from before the game was just a different facsimile of the real Harry anyway. He'd lost his best friend at the end of their fifth year, when Harry'd lost Sirius.
If Ron could have one wish, just one, he would wish that Sirius had never come to the ministry that night. That he would have stayed behind at Grimmauld Place. If only he was still alive, the last two years would have been much different. Harry wouldn't be this lost shell of a man, he wouldn't wear that fake smile and tell everyone he was fine while he was dying inside. He wouldn't be involved with Draco Malfoy of all people, and he certainly wouldn't be crawling and begging and acting the whore for him.
Ron sighed and sat heavily on his bed. He missed Harry; missed having his best friend around. If he could have one wish, he would turn back time.
~!~
Harry was hurting. He supposed he brought this on himself for his little slip-up about Draco, but he was having too much fun watching Snape try to get over his disgust of the whole situation to simply make him forget what he'd heard. Dumbledore had wanted to watch their training session but Harry knew that if the old man had stayed, he would have done something stupid and hurt someone; so he told him to leave.
This new ability of his was amazing. He wished he'd found out about it years ago. It certainly would have made living with the Dursleys a lot easier. He wondered how Vernon would like sleeping under the stairs, or how Petunia would enjoy scrubbing the grout in the shower with straight bleach and no gloves. He smiled at the thought of Dudley not being able to eat for days and then throwing up when he was able because his stomach was unused to food being in it. Maybe he'd stop by - one last time - after he graduated.
He was in that place just before the pain faded to the background. His blood felt like it was on fire and his bones shattered into a million pieces. He tried to hold onto this feeling as long as he could, knowing that what came next would be all the more satisfying if he did. The longer he held onto the pain, the greater the relief when he transcended it. It was slipping away from him, he grasped at it hoping to hold on for just another second or two but it was too late. It was gone and he only had seconds to bask in the seeming peace before the laughter took over.
It started as a low chuckle, a tiny little grin on his face as it burbled forth. But all too soon it was loud and high-pitched and somewhat hysterical. It was that horrible, dreadful sound that made Snape want to run screaming from the room, and the very thought of it only made him laugh more, laugh harder. "What's the matter, Snape?" Harry managed to ask through his laughter. "Your panties in a bunch?"
The look of shock on Snape's face and the deep red blush that spread to his cheeks only made Harry laugh harder. Severus ended the spell, lowered his wand and left the room in a swirl of black robes. He didn't even bring Harry the potions he needed to heal.
Having been through this once before, Harry knew it would be hours before he was able to move on his own and so he tried to get himself as comfortable as possible while he waited.
~!~
Ron was thankful that weekends were so informal when it came to breakfast and lunch. Having overslept this morning, he would have been shit out of luck for breakfast if it had been a weekday. As it was, he'd missed meeting up with Hermione in the common room, and he wasn't sure that their plans to go into Hogsmeade were even still on after the way he'd acted last night.
He had been a first-class idiot and he deserved whatever punishment she gave him. He only hoped he hadn't ruined their entire relationship. One of these days, his temper was going to get him into serious trouble.
Seeing Hermione sitting at the table, he hesitantly walked toward her and sat down beside her. "Hermione?" he spoke softly, "I'm sorry. I was a complete bastard to you last night and I had no right to take out my bad mood on you. Do you think you could ever forgive me?"
As she turned to look at him, Ron's heart began to beat faster in his chest. The smile she gave him told him everything he needed to know. She forgave him, she loved him, and she understood. "I love you, Herm, I couldn't stand it if you were angry with me."
"Oh, Ron," Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "I love you too, I just wish you would learn to control your temper. You really hurt me with the things you said last night."
Ron lowered his eyes and nodded his head. "I know, I really am sorry, love. I just... Merlin, I'm so fucked up over this whole Harry/Malfoy thing. I feel like one of those muggle things on string - a yoo-yoo, I'm up - I'm down - I'm up again, you know what I mean? It's just bloody confusing!"
Hermione giggled. "It's a yo-yo, not a yoo-yoo, but yes, I do understand. When I first found out about Harry and Malfoy, I was concerned, but then I saw how happy Harry was and I let myself believe that maybe they were good for each other, I convinced you of it as well, and now... Well, now I don't know what to think. I don't understand their relationship at all, but it does bring into perspective those conversations about torture I overheard. I think they might be into some kind of pain-play as well."
Ron turned slightly green at this. "Please don't say that, Herm. The things I saw last night were bad enough, I don't want to imagine that Harry lets Malfoy beat him as well."
"Alright, we won't discuss this - for now - but sooner or later, we're going to have to confront Harry with what we know. What if he's gotten himself trapped into something he doesn't want but doesn't know how to get out of?"
Ron shook his head. "As much as it pains me to say it, I don't think he wants out of anything. From what we saw last night, Harry looked like he was enjoying every minute of what he was doing. I know Malfoy certainly was."
Hermione agreed, reluctantly, and they decided to leave it alone. If Harry wanted to talk with them about it, he would. In the meantime they would make sure he knew that they were there if he needed them, but they wouldn't be following him around anymore. They didn't ever want to see him and Malfoy like that again.
"Are we still on for Hogsmeade?" Ron asked.
"Just let me get my cloak and we'll go," Hermione answered.
~!~
He recognised the sitting room as soon as he'd seen it. He was home. Of all the places for him to be taken to, this was not the one he would have expected. With Lucius in Azkaban, he'd assumed his mother had no further dealings with his father's associates. Apparently, he'd been wrong.
"Draco, darling, are you all right?" his mother asked him as he staggered to his feet. "They didn't harm you in any way, did they?"
Draco smirked. He knew his mother had a temper, he'd seen her vent her spleen on Lucius a few times and the house-elves were positively terrified of her. "Well, they did throw an awful lot of hexes at me, mum. One of them even tried the Medusa curse!" As Narcissa's eyes narrowed, Draco chuckled in glee. His mum could be quite protective of her only child.
"You were told," she hissed as she looked at the two masked and robed men fidgeting on the other side of the room, "that no harm was to come to my son!"
"Bu-but..." one of them spoke before he was immediately cut off by an irate Narcissa.
"Turning his hair to snakes? To asps? Did you think that wouldn't count as harm when one of them bit him?" she shrieked.
"I-It wasn't us, neither of us," the other Death eater pleaded. "Please, Lady Malfoy, you have to believe me, it was Jugson, I swear it!" The other Death Eater nodded his head frantically.
"Leave us!" Narcissa huffed and turned back to her son. "Draco, it hurts me to do this," she spoke in a soft motherly voice and then raised her wand. "Incarcerous!"
As the ropes shot out from his mother's wand and bound him, Draco could only stare in wide-eyed disbelief. "Mother? What in Merlin's name is going on here?"
"It's for your own good, Darling," his mother cooed. "I've received a most disturbing letter, one implying that you've been corrupted by that horrible Potter boy. I just know he's using some form of mind control potion on you, or perhaps the Imperius curse."
Draco goggled. How the hell had his mother found out about him and Harry? Then he realized what she was implying and started to laugh.
"Don't worry darling, mother will make it all better. We'll bring you before our Lord and he will remove whatever control Potter has over you. Then you will join His service as you were meant to. As your Father and I did."
"You... You're a Death Eater?" Draco gasped. "I knew father was, but you? Unbelievable!" Draco shook his head in silent wonder. How could he not have known? "Mother," he spoke softly, "I'm not under Imperius, nor the effects of a mind-control potion. Harry has done nothing to me that I haven't wanted, I am with him of my own free will. Do you understand, mother? I have no desire to join His service. I will not become a Death Eater; I will not join the losing side. I'm sorry if that's not what you want to hear. The truth is, I love Harry Potter, and when the final battle is waged, I will fight at his side, not against him."
The resounding crack across his face came as a shock. In all his years, he had never been struck by his mother. "Then you are a weak-willed fool!" Narcissa snarled. "You are just like your father when he was this age. He actually sought to end our betrothal, wanting nothing to do with the Dark Arts, or the Black family. He fancied himself in love with Dorinda Davies, A half-blood Ravenclaw. I believe her family was only three generations away from being Weasleys," she sniffed with distain. "I straightened him out, and I will make you fall in line as well."
"What the hell did you do to my father?" Draco asked in shock.
"It's amazing the effect that a well placed Imperio can have over another person, Draco. Have you ever experienced it? The total abandon of your reasoning, the desire to just let go and do as your told, the freedom of not having to decide for yourself? It gets easier to give into every time it is cast upon you and in time, you look forward to the escape from your own guilt. The knowledge that dozens have died by your hand, that the blood of innocents stains your flesh. You will get to the point, eventually, that the curse will become a part of you, it will seem like it's your will that makes you kill, that makes you torture and maim. When that happens, darling, that's when you'll belong to me, just like your dear father."
Stunned was not the word to describe what Draco was feeling. His mother, his sweet but sometimes stupid mother, was not only a Death Eater, she was evil on a scale he'd never imagined. His father was under Imperius, and had been for years by the sounds of things and she meant to do the very same thing to him. He had to find a way out of this! Harry, he thought desperately, Harry help me, please!
~!~

Harry! Harry help me, please!

Harry heard the panicked voice of his lover as it ripped through his skull. He still lay unmoving on the dungeon floor. His abused body was unresponsive to his commands to move. He needed the potions on the table. Without them, it would be hours before he would be well enough to even sit up, let alone stand. "Draco," he rasped and forced his hand to lift from the floor. The potions tray rattled on the table and stopped.
Harry opened one blood-filled eye and concentrated as hard as he could. The tray moved toward the edge of the table. He drew as much power as he could and commanded the potions to come to him. With relief, he felt the tray make contact with his outstretched hand. "Hang on, love," Harry whispered as he uncorked the first vial, "I'm coming for you."
~!~
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