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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Harry transported himself to the manor to figure out how he would be organizing the party this weekend. He heard a shriek from the entrance hall. He moved as fast as he could towards the loud squeals and shrieks. When he made it to the family wing hallway, he saw something that made him want to fall over laughing.

            “Remus! Stop it. I’m a married woman; put me down.” His aunt Petunia was hitting Remus Lupin’s back from her position thrown over his shoulder. Remus was in a pair of swim trunks and Petunia was in a nice flowered bathing suit. Harry almost didn’t recognize his aunt. She had filled out and gained some much needed weight, she finally looked healthy and not so horse like. She finally looked more like her sister Lily.

            “Nope, you are coming swimming with me and that’s that.”

            “Of course, I’m coming swimming with you, you Neanderthal! I’m wearing a bathing suit!”

            “Well, I like this mode of transportation better than any other.”

            “I’m the one being transported, so shouldn’t I like the method, not you?”

            “Did I pop into a parallel universe or something?” Harry asked with a big grin on his face. Both older adults froze and looked up at Harry, blushing at being caught.

            “Harry!” They exclaimed in unison. Remus quickly set Petunia down and she ran to her nephew and hugged him.

            “It’s been ages. Where have you been? You aren’t being such a good host by leaving me here all alone.”

            “I was here.” Remus said from behind Petunia’s shoulder.

            “You don’t count you caveman.” She sniffed indignantly and turned back to Harry. “Well?”

            “I’m sorry, Aunt Petunia, I’m so used to no contact during the school year, that I forgot about you being here and recovering. Please forgive me?” Harry hugged her tight and she melted immediately at the warmth in the hug.

            “You’re forgiven and I understand. Seven years of only seeing me in the summer, can throw anyone off. What are you doing here, then, if not to check on me?”

            Harry looked sheepish and Remus narrowed his eyes at the boy he considered his cub. “Cub, why are you here, when you should be in school?”

            “Um,” Harry stalled and shuffled his feet.

            “Answer Remus, this instant, Harry.” Petunia said, placing her hands on her hips.

            “I was planning on having a party here this weekend with some classmates. I forgot that you guys were here.” Harry ducked his head and waited for the yelling to start, but when a arm snaked around his shoulders, he lifted his head to see a smiling Moony and excited Petunia.

            “Oh, Harry that sounds like a splendid idea. I can help you if you like?”

            “Well, I was planning on kind of a wild rager.” Harry ducked his head again.

            “Oh, you’re an adult now. Remus explained it to me, while you were gone. I can help you with that I was young once too.”

            “You still look it to me.” Remus leered at Petunia and Harry was glad that he was not drinking anything at that moment.

            “You are a lecherous wolf.” She swatted the man on his free arm. “So, Harry can I help with anything?”

            “Sure, Aunt Petunia, I need a menu planned and decorations and to figure out a theme.”

            “How about a fancy dress party?” Petunia suggested.

            “I think that would be pretty hard for some to find costumes, because some of the people coming aren’t human.” He scratched the back of his neck and felt self-conscious all of a sudden at the thought that his guest may scare his Aunt.

            “Oh, well, I’ll think of something, don’t worry. Plus, don’t look so worried, I have been studying your world since you left. I know a lot more about the magical world and what to expect. Remus found out I’m a squib, too.”

            “Really, Aunt P.”

            “Yes, isn’t that fabulous. I can visit Hogwarts and you! Do they have a parent’s day or anything?”

            Harry laughed and informed his aunt that he wasn’t aware of a parent’s day, but maybe she could still come for a visit. Harry decided he would join his aunt and Remus for a swim and visit for a while. Remus tightened his hold on Harry and slipped an arm around Petunia, steering them towards the actual indoor pool.

            “Harry, did Sirius ever tell you about the graduation party we threw in the shrieking shack?” Harry grinned and Remus began to regale them with stories of the original Marauders.

            Lucius Malfoy had been tied for four days with only the minimum of food. A house elf that looked oddly familiar was the only creature that Lucius had contact with. He could not believe that Harry Potter was capable of sexual torture. When the boy had wrenched any information, let alone information of no importance, Lucius was disgusted with himself, but he was intrigued by the Golden boy of Gryffindor. The real problem he was confronted with was escaping and avoiding real torture from the Dark Lord.

            The door creaked as it opened and Lucius feigned unconsciousness and waited for the visitor to make himself known.

            “Lucius, you don’t have to play dead.”

            Lucius’ head snapped up at the familiar deep voice. He looked up into obsidian eyes and sighed. “Let me out, before Potter returns.”

            “I will, but let’s have some fun first shall we?” Severus placed a cool hand on Lucius’ chest and ran it down the pale muscled flesh of the lead Deatheater. Lucius tried to pull away as much as the chains would allow him. Severus pulled his wand and the chains pulled taut, securing Lucius’ stillness.

            “What are you doing? The Dark Lord will punish you for this.” Lucius continued to struggle, but to no avail.

            Severus raised a dark eyebrow, “Let’s be serious, Lucius, the Dark Lord will not care whether I rape you or let you free. He certainly won’t care if I do both. My mission is only to free you, not ensure your health and safety.” Severus chuckled at the scowl across Lucius’ face. “It must have been very funny to you Harry’s method of torture?”

            “I found it quite enjoyable, actually.” Lucius sneered at his would be rescuer.

            “Well, maybe you should be taking care of my other mission, if you enjoy the treatment so much. I could tell the Dark Lord that you have requested to stay and serve in a more direct capacity than your clandestine actions at the ministry? Would you like the change of scenery?”

            “Severus, let me out of here and I won’t harm you later. I took that boy’s ‘torture’ I do not intend to suffer through the humiliation again.”

            “But, I thought you said you enjoy it? Which is it, a chore or a privilege?”

            Lucius tried to struggle again to reach Severus, but didn’t get very far. “Let me go! Now! This is no way to treat a Malfoy.”

            “I think it is a perfect way to treat people like you. You know you’re a snake, and when snakes are vulnerable they are taken advantage of.” Severus started running his hand down Lucius naked body. Real fear crossed Lucius’ face as Severus’ cool hand trailed down his body. He had never thought he could be in this position, with all his planning and scheming, and power grabs. His plan had always been to never be vulnerable enough to be taken advantage of, like he did to others.

            “Severus, you are my son’s godfather.”

            “That is right I am your ‘son’s’ godfather, your disowned son’s godfather.” Severus’ hand had made it to Lucius’ groin. He ran a finger around the blonde man’s pubic area eliciting a gasp of pleasure and indignation. He wrapped his hand around the hardening sex and smirked at Lucius. “You’re a man of your baser needs Lucius. Even in your fear you are excited.”

            “Anyone would be with such caresses to contend with.” Lucius almost screamed when the gentle hand on his sex tightened suddenly. The grip was bruising as his shaft was braced as if it were in a vice. He breathed a sigh when he was released.

            “I see no dampening of the blood flow to your cock. You are as much a masochist as a sadist, Lucius Malfoy. You did not think that anyone would every find out why you are the Dark Lord’s favorite? Why everyone never challenged you seriously for your space by his side? We have known for years what you have done to show your loyalty.” Severus pulled his hands away from the bound man. He pulled his wand and flicked it at Lucius’ body.

            Lucuis panicked as he felt the magic sweep over his skin. It felt like a deep scrubbing as if he were dirtier than ever before. He knew what Severus had done. His chin hit his chest as he knew that the careful and intricate glamours fell from his frame. Lucius knew the picture he presented and for the first time in his life he felt the bitter stab of shame.

            Severus stood staring at the scarred form of Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. The raised welted scars crisscrossed his torso and limbs. Severus didn’t need to see the back side of the man to know that it matched the front. He reached towards the scars as if there was a compulsion on him. He traced the raised tissue mesmerized by the texture. “I think I prefer this version of yourself to the perfect Malfoy you present to the rest of the world. What shall I do with you that the Dark Lord has not inflicted? He has ruined you for any fun I have learned from Deatheater revels.”

            Lucius looked up into Severus’ face and was amazed by the desire he saw. The Dark Lord never looked upon him in that manner. He simply took what he wanted and never had he expressed any real attraction to the form he tortured and raped. Lucius saw the pure want in the obsidian eyes as they roamed over his scarred body. The hand tracing the scars made him feel cherished almost.

            “Hurt me Severus. Please?” Lucius’ words were a sighed plea as he closed his eyes to the shame of begging. Severus simply removed his hands causing Lucius to whimper at the loss of touch and possible rejection. Severus shushed him and pulled two vials from his pocket and uncorked them. He held one to Lucius’ mouth and made the man drink, and then followed suit with the other vial. Lucius curled as much as he could on himself as his flesh rippled and smoothed away all the scars that marred his flesh and the ache of his days tied vanished.

            “I will not have you marked by anyone but me. You are mine now Lucius Malfoy. You have produced your heir, so you no longer have any duties to the Malfoy name.” Severus lifted Lucius’ chin thinking to see that the man was angry or saddened by his declaration, but the platinum blond framed face looked euphoric.

            Lucius was ecstatic because someone wanted to own him permanently and knew Severus would care for him no matter what. He raised his chin in pride, “Thank you, Master.”

            Severus flicked his wand at the chains restraining him and they disappeared. Lucius stood there waiting for his instructions. His smooth naked form one he had not donned since he was fresh out of Hogwarts so many years ago. This dark haired and eyed man had claimed him and he was glad he could look his best.

            “Kneel.” Lucius knelt to the floor quickly and sat on his heels with his thighs splayed out and hands resting on the pale limbs. “You are so beautiful. The Dark Lord has no idea what he has in you. He would simply use you to satisfy his urge to hurt and destroy beauty. A beauty he can no longer achieve due to his current form.” Severus walked around the knelling man and inspected his sub with admiration to the firm flesh. He thanked Merlin that wizards did not age the way muggles did. He knew that, Lucius, in his late thirties would be displaying the starts of sagging or spread that could not simply be taken care of with exercise and care, if he were not a wizard. He was absolutely gorgeous. It was like he was a student under Lucius again, but this time he was the one with the power. This body was his now.

            Severus ran his fingers through the platinum locks that were at the perfect height. Lucius leaned into the caress and reveled in it. His head was jerked back quickly as the gentle hand became rough and gripped his hair tightly.

            “Tell me, did the Dark Lord ever deem to give you a safe word or were you to just take whatever he gave?”

            “No, safe word,” his words were strained by his neck’s full extension. “I don’t need one, but he would not have heeded it anyways.” Lucius simply waited while Severus pondered the man in his grip. He did not let go for his contemplation.

            “I would feel more secure that you do have one, what shall it be?” he let go of the silky hair and waited for Lucius to answer.

            “Draco.” Lucius’ answer was not surprising to Severus. It was an apt word that would stop him in any actions he was engaged.

            “A good choice, but you will not have any rewards for a while until you are fully trained. You will make me very happy, will you not?”

            “Yes…Master.” Lucius’ answer pleased him. The appellation was not even agreed on yet. Severus smiled down at the bowed head. He placed a finger under the chin and leaned down to look the man in his storm gray eyes. There was no self there, but submission. A trust had been given in that one word title to Severus.

            “You will do well. Now,” Severus straightened and walked to another part of the room. “I will abide by your request and hurt you.” A few flicks of his wand and a large upright platform in the shape of an ‘X’ with a head rest in the apex of the top convergence appeared. It was made out of cool obsidian stone. The ends of each arm had restraints built into them. They had soft fur inside the cuffs and were made of supple but firm, shiny leather.

            “Come here, Pet.” Lucius rose gracefully and walked over to his new master. “Face towards the platform, I want your back exposed.” Lucius followed directions and in short order he was restrained and secure. His head rested comfortably in its crook and there was no strain on his limbs. The bound man had a thought of remorse at the lack of stress in his position. He had gotten quite used to the restraints adding to the lack of comfort in his torture. It seemed that his Master had already perceived that point and started to explain it.

            “I will never use anything other than my own hand to cause you pain. I want to be in full control of everything you experience. That includes any discomfort in your restraints. It won’t be allowed. My hand will be your pain and pleasure.”

            Severus walked over to a table that displayed a number of implements. His hand rested on a simple switch. It was a dark flexible wood that Severus took great pleasure in flicking through the air and hearing the tell tale sound of it being cut. The slight telling whistle in the air made Lucius’ ears perk up. He would have expected a whip of some sort, but a simple thin switch was not expected at all.

            The first blow came as a stinging surprise without any warning. Lucius had not even heard the Potion Master move back to him. He flinched, but it was no great pain for him to endure or even cry out. The next blow came at the same exact spot the first landed, along with the third and fourth. Lucius was gritting his teeth as the switch landed several more times in the same spot.

            Severus finally looked satisfied by the angry red welt that stood out across Lucius’ back. The repeated blows had made the welt rise beautifully in the white skin. He ran a finger across the raised flesh and almost moaned at the gasp and flinch that the blonde made. He wanted to hear Lucius cry out though, so he satisfied himself with placing a spell on the welt so it would not heal and was satisfied when he saw pinprick droplets appear across the wound.

            “Beautiful, simply, beautiful.” Severus threw the switch away satisfied in his first mark to the exemplary flesh. He summoned a brown dragon hide flogger. He fingered the hard braided threads and the knots that might as well have been metal at the ends. “Now I want to hear you.”

            The first blow came without warning again and Lucius screamed at this first blow. His cock hardened instantly. Where the switch was not enough at a single blow, this blow was almost too much. Lucius arched his back and rubbed his sex against the cool, unforgiving stone of the platform. It was pleasure and pain as the blows landed, but the cool stone kept his heated skin from becoming overwhelming. The slight sheen of sweat that covered him caused him to stick slightly to the stone. Each time he rub his sex against the stone a drop of precum oozed out to lubricated his movement.

            Severus was mesmerized by the voice screaming in a twisted confusion of pleasure and pain. He was almost hypnotized by the angry red marks and drops of blood from the small cuts appearing. He could hear by the sudden softening of Lucius’ voice that the man was slipping into that place where all pain sluts go. A few more licks of the flogger and Lucius was silent and only rubbing himself against the stone apparatus. Severus stopped to go behind the huge ‘X’ to see Lucius’ face. There was no stress of pain or discomfort in the glazed eyes, just a need for release.

            Severus returned to his position behind the dazed man. His fangs bared as he looked at the blood dribbling down the man’s back. He swiped his tongue from the small pool at the crack of Lucius’ ass to the nape of his neck. He heard the compulsive moan from the man before him. The blood held the adrenaline from the blonde’s arousal and fed the hunger the vampire controlled. Severus did not bother to cloud or make his bite to Lucius’ throat less painful, he simply struck and Lucius came and he fed.

            Lucius could not pull himself out of the pleasure. He could not even recognize the concept of pain as his orgasm took him, forcibly. His seed coated the stone before him and his shaft as it erupted. His heart pumped the blood faster into the vampire’s mouth and Lucius quickly lost consciousness.

            Harry returned, not too late, back to the castle from a long planning session with his Aunt and Remus. He was accosted by his two new friends almost immediately. Azeal and Razul flanked the shorter Hogwarts owner. Razul threw an arm around his shoulders and Azeal put an arm around his waist. They directed him off before he could even get his bearings.

            “Hey, what’s the rush, where are we going?” Harry looked back and forth between the two demons.

            “We have been made aware of a room just across from a tapestry of dancing trolls.” Razul whispered.

            “Which grants the person in need of it whatever they need and provides secrecy.” Azeal looked pointedly at Harry, seeming to ask if he knew about this secret of Hogwarts.

            “I am aware of the Room of Requirement. I and many others have made use of it.” Harry smiled at the two demons. “What need have you of this particular room and how does it involve me?” Harry held tight for balance as a stair case started to move on their way up.

            “We have a present for you, which could only be presented perfectly in that room.” Razul pasted an evil grin on his face. Harry felt a little nervous by that expression, but knew that there could not be any malice behind it. He wondered what could be going on with these two. He looked to Azeal for a clue, but only found a matching grin, but it contained a leer as well.

            “We have become aware that you have a certain penchant for a particular house’s members. The house of snakes if I am to understand your little comment in the Great Hall a few days ago?” Azeal seemed to be fishing for some comment from Harry, but the green eyed part incubus could not figure out what it was.

            “I am not particularly partial, as receptive to bolder personalities and actions.”

            “Well,” Razul said, “slytherin’s are not known for their boldness, but understated cunning and guile.”

            “Well,” Harry answered, “a Gryffindor knows bold and Slytherin’s are more than capable, despite those actions also carrying the tag of cunning and guile. They are a very passionate house. You prove that Razul as one of its members.” Harry smirked at the blank stared from his new friend.

            “I never thought of it like that.” Razul looked past Harry’s head to his oldest friend, “Did you think of it?”

            Azeal answered with a slight chortle behind his words. “It had crossed my mind, but I know that you like being a sly snake, more than acknowledging that you are just as bold as the lion house.”

            “Do not be offended, ‘Zul. Boldness comes in every flavor. It is the outcome that makes the statement of the action, not the method. Now I believe we have arrived at our destination and you have a gift to present to me.”

            The two Demons drew away from Harry and approached the door that appeared for them. “It is our pleasure to present you with a white snake of pleasure.”

            Harry preceded his two presenters into the RoR and saw a vision of platinum beauty lying on an altar. Draco Malfoy was presented like a sacrifice for Harry. The willowy, yet muscular blonde was adorned with black straps of cloth covering what seemed to be all the unnecessary skin on his body. The soft looking black fabric covered portions of the slytherin’s thighs and arms. A swarth of it covered Draco’s rib cage, but nothing covered all the good bits. Free to Harry’s sight was Draco’s hard cock, jutting up to the ceiling of the magical room, and his upper chest where pink, perked nipples looked like candy to be devoured, and Harry was sure that there was no covering for the blonde’s firm, pert ass.

            “You guys are really good friends.” Harry grinned at Razul and Azeal. “This is mouth watering. It is like a feast for my eyes and I want to devour him whole.”

            “Well, this Slytherin is very willing.” Draco looked heatedly at the green eyed sex god still standing near the door. “Now get your ass in here and fuck me, Potter.”

            Harry looked at the blonde for a moment before moving forward. He approached slowly and admired the aroused blonde. “I think I might want to share this feast. Would you join me, friends, for this bountiful meal?” Razul and Azeal grinned at each other, and then at Harry. They all approached the blonde who now looked at them with trepidation.

            Draco was not faint hearted, but he knew Potter was a bit much some times, and to be faced with two more sex based creatures, he was eerily afraid. A Slytherin faced challenges, maybe not head on like a Gryffindor , but they faced them, but this time Draco Malfoy was going to gather a lion courage and experience this with his head held high.

            Harry looked at the slight fear in Draco’s eyes and laughed silently to himself. The self assured blonde was so confident in his own attractiveness, but balked, a bit, at a foursome, where he was the main course. Ha! Harry directed Razul and Azeal to Draco’s top half, and then moved to Draco’s bottom half. Harry made quick work of grabbing and fondling the hard erection that Draco sported. It felt like steel wrapped in satin, all dully shiny with pre-essence. It looked delicious. Razul and Azeal paid loads of attention on the pink candy-like nipples that graced Draco’s chest. Draco arched as he was stroked and sucked, but it wasn’t enough to fully send him over the edge, yet.

            “Potter, stop teasing and suck my cock. If I wanted a hand job I would have just stayed behind my curtains and masturbated, or called someone else. Now open up.” Draco’s demand was amusing to Harry, but he was terribly aroused by the blonde being touched by others in front of him. He simply complied, taking the slender cock into his mouth and to the back of his throat.

            The deep guttural sigh that emitted from Draco caused Harry to chuckle, causing the vibrations to intensify the pleasure Draco felt. Harry moved a hand down to caress Draco’s sac, eliciting slight jerks, but the blonde was being held in place by the two demons at his upper body. Harry glanced up to see to heads bent over respective nipples and hands openly exploring.

            Harry’s cock twitched appreciatively and his hand moved lower passed the soft, lightly furred bollocks to Draco’s puckered entrance. Harry ran his finger around the little folds of sensitive skin. Draco’s hips bucked and caused his cock to slide further down Harry’s throat. Harry moaned and it became a call and response between the two formal rivals.

            Harry silently cast a lubrication charm and felt the silky liquid dribble out of Draco’s hole. His finger pushed past the fleshy gates into the blonde. He was so tight that Harry was almost hesitant to continue what he was doing, but he knew that when he sheathed himself in that tight space he would feel nothing but bliss. He moved his single digit in and out, until he saw it was coated liberally with lubricant. When Draco started impaling himself on his finger he added another. He lifted his head from the tasty cock and it was replaced by Azeal. Harry smiled and contented himself with watching his two fingers being coated in the tight hole.

            Harry added another finger, finger fucking Draco’s fuck hole with earnest. He continued to watch his fingers submerge and reappear and added yet another finger. Draco’s hole seemed to gobble up the appendages. His hole opened for Harry and Harry could do nothing but lean in and lick around the edges of the stretched muscle.

Draco had gone still after Harry added the fourth digit, but his breath was coming in quick pants of excitement, instead of stress or discomfort. He pushed his ass down on the half hand penetrating him. Harry noticed that it was a half of hand that he had in Draco Malfoy and his cock was ready to explode at the sight. He pushed passed a small amount of resistance that caused a slight whimper from Draco, but not a protest, and his thumb joined its compatriots moving into the blonde. Harry was amazed that Draco’s tiny hole could open so wide and accept his hand.

He continued to watch his hand’s movement when a rattling cabinet appeared in the room. He looked up in confusion at his companions and everyone, but Draco was baffled by what they saw.

“Is that a vanishing cabinet?”

“Don’ know, is it?” Harry returned to the question.

“It is, and an old one. I don’t think it should be rattling like that.” Draco was sitting up now, regardless of the hand still lodged in his ass. The door to the cabinet flew open and out spilled several death eaters. “Potter get your hand out my ass and put your ‘wooden’ wand to use.”

Before any Deatheater could get their bearings two wands and a pair of swords were pointed in their direction. Harry disarmed the first spell caster that uttered anything. Azeal and Razul moved swiftly cutting down three, their wands falling from suddenly dead hands. Draco casted three hexes back to back and ducked behind the make shift alter. He quickly transfigured his scraps of clothing to a simple robe. He peeked out from behind his hiding spot and saw a tell tale green spell move towards Harry. Without thought to the consequences he moved out of cover and summoned the raven haired Gryffindor to him.

Harry wasn’t ready when he saw the spell aimed and fired at him. He froze at the familiar green spell. He closed his eyes and waited for it to hit, wondering whether this time it would end him. He felt himself lifted off the ground and moved swiftly backwards, but kept his eyes closed until his back hit a solid chest.

“Open your bloody eyes, Potter, we’re in a fire fight. You’ll have better aim.” Draco yelled. Harry opened his eyes to see there were only three Deatheaters left to deal with. He stood swiftly and used the distraction of Azeal and Razul moving towards the evil wizards to cast quick binding spells. The last three living invading wizards dropped to the ground motionless.

The four defenders of Hogwarts walked over to the fallen masked enemies. Harry knelt down and removed a bone white mask and stared at the face of Dedalus Diggle. Harry stood back and scowled. He summoned the other two masks and discovered another familiar face belonging to Elphias Doge, but the third person he could not recognize but was vaguely familiar. He knew he had seen that face before.

Harry closed his eyes and the room morphed and became bare of anything but three chairs. He pointed his wand to each prisoner spelling them into a chair.

“Have fun guys.” He turned to walk towards the door, “I’ll be back with some serious help to question these bastards.” Harry left the room and the other three free occupants looked at the bound men and grinned. Draco especially, because of his aborted session with Harry and two drop dead gorgeous lust demons.

“Let me show how a deatheater’s son takes retribution.” Draco approached Dedalus flicking his wand causing many tiny cuts to appear on the man’s face. Diggle screamed and Draco smirked.

Harry walked out of the room and thought about Severus and the castle provided his destination. He walked into a shadowed alcove and emerged to the most erotic sight he had ever seen in his life. Sev was fang deep in the throat of a bound and bleeding Lucius Malfoy.

“I see I wasn’t the only one with fun on the brain.” Harry smiled at the glowing eyes of his lover. They were like black flames when they turned on him. He could smell the sexual release in the air and despite the past few minutes of battle his cock got rock hard.

Severus looked hard at his young lover and knew something was wrong immediately, despite knowing the young man was aroused at the scene he walked in on. “What has happened, Harry?” He wiped his mouth with a hastily conjured handkerchief.

“Deatheaters found away into the castle through the room of requirement. Draco called it a vanishing cabinet. We captured three alive. There were ten…”

“What else are you not saying?” Severus moved closer to Harry.

“The three we left alive, two of them are order members, Diggle and Doge. The third looks familiar too, but I don’t know who he is.”

“Take me to them, immediately.” Severus cast a quick cleaning charm to freshen him up and transfigured his robes to heavier material. He checked the pocket and pulled out a vial filled with clear liquid, then placed it back making sure the truth serum was still intact.

The two men made it back to the room quickly thanks to Harry’s special traveling skills. Severus smirked as he commented about Harry never being late for his class again, if he could move this fast through the huge castle. Harry simply ignore the comment and stared at the work of his friends. The prisoners looked like they had been through hell and back in just the short time that Harry was gone to retrieve Severus.

“What did you guys do?” Harry asked as he surveyed the bleeding, semi-conscious prisoners.

Azeal answered, “Blondie there is the culprit, haven’t even gotten our turn yet.”

“Remind me never to get of his bad side.” Razul chimed in just for a say.

“Magic can get things done in a short amount of time and it does help when your father has taught you how to take retribution in the shortest, most cruel ways.” Draco sneered at the bleeding men. Harry smiled at the blonde.

“Severus, do you recognize the third man?” Harry pointed to the unidentified man. Severus looked hard at the bruised face, but whatever Draco had done, caused too much damage for a positive visual identification.

“I believe Mr. Malfoy has done too thorough a job for me to recognize whether man has a face at all.” He nodded his head in approval to his student. “However, I always come prepared to get the truth.” He pulled the little vial out of his pocket and administered three drops to each bound prisoner, waiting a few seconds for their eyes to glaze.

“What are your names?”

“Elphias Doge.” “Dedalus Diggle.” “Benjy Fenwick.”

Harry turned at the quick indrawn breath of Severus, “You know him?”

“Yes, he is supposed to be dead. He is supposed to be in pieces. I fear we have another Pettigrew situation on our hands.” Severus flicked his wand to reveal the left forearms of each man and Diggle and Doge both had fresh dark marks, but Fenwick’s matched the aged appearance of his own. Harry noticed the difference in the marks as well.

“Diggle, Doge, why did you take the mark?”

Only Diggle answered, Doge had passed out, “Dumbledore was dead and we weren’t going to be led by a whelp, because of some prophesy. We joined the Dark Lord to save our lives.”

“How did you find a way into the castle?”

“The Dark Lord knew of a forgotten vanishing cabinet. The mate is at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley.”

“What was the point of infiltrating the castle?”

“We were told to kill as many people as possible, especially you, and find Lucius.” Diggle started to fade as more blood dribbled down his face, soaking into his tattered robes.

“Fenwick, what happened to you? Were you always a traitor?”

“My death was faked to keep me from being discovered. I was never a traitor; I was a spy from the start of the first war. I have always been loyal to the Dark Lord.” The smile on Fenwicks face was manic and reminiscent of Bellatrix Lestrange.”

Harry casted a enervate to wake Doge and Diggle, “Do you know any stronghold locations of the Dark Lord?”

“Little Hagleton.” “Cornwall.” “Glasgow.”

Harry turned to Severus, “Can you get the exact locations?” Severus nodded and looked each man in the eye. Harry knew that no one could hold up to the power behind Severus’ legilimens spells. When Severus finally pulled away from the last man, he simply nodded to Harry that he had the required information.

“So, Harry, are we planning an attack now?”

“We are not offensive yet Draco. We are still learning. I don’t want another repeat of that disaster in September. I’ve got a better idea about what to do to attack these locations. I need to go talk to Ron.”

“What does Weasley have to do with anything?”

“His name is Potter, Draco. He has value to me, don’t forget that.” Harry turned to stare at the three prisoners, “What should we do with them?”

“And the bodies.” Azeal motioned to the forgotten other attackers.

Severus answered, “We should put them in the dungeon until we can arrange for aurors to pick them up, but the bodies can be dumped. That can be done by portkey.”

“Can you make portkeys for the locations we found out about?” Harry asked.

            “Mr. Potter what are you thinking?”

            “I’ll tell you when I see a man about a dragon.” Harry left the RoR to find Ron.

            Harry found Ron quickly, just like Severus. He was talking to Hermione. Harry wanted to be mad, but as he watched Ron move away from each attempt Hermione made to touch him casually; he was proud of Ron. Hermione was excited about something, though. Harry watched as she hopped from foot to foot as she babbled to Ron. Ron just kept shaking his head. Harry approached without either noticing.

            “What’s all the excitement about?” He said startling Ron and causing a blush. Hermione only ramped up her excess energy at seeing Harry.

            “I’ve been looking all over for you. I found something I think you might really want to know.”

            “Did you find an answer to the problem I told you about?”

            “No, I am still checking some angles on that front, but,” She grinned even bigger. “I think I have found a way for you to retrieve Sirius from the Veil.”

            Harry couldn’t speak for a moment as he stared at the bushy haired witch. “What?”

            “Ravenclaw had been doing research on the Veil, before the Ministry ever knew it existed. I found some books written on it.” Hermione reached in her pocket and unshrunk the tomes, handing them to Harry. “I can give you an over view if you like?”

            “No, I will read them over. Thank you, Hermione.” Harry smiled, but it was as warm as it was when this was one of his best friends.

            “I’ll find the answer to the other problem as soon as I can. I promise, Harry.”

            Harry took Ron and walked away from the suddenly sad girl.
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