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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
- 24
- 25
- 26
Part 25

I put a spell on you Because you're mine. You better stop the things that you're doin'. I said Watch out! I ain't lyin' - CCR

What little self-control Narcissa still possessed was put to the test as she listened to her son, her only child, confess his love for Harry Potter. There was still a small chance that he was acting under the influence of a potion or a spell, and until that possibility was ruled out, she would not harm him further.

"You had better hope, for your sake, Draco, that you are under the Imperius Curse or the effects of a love potion. Otherwise, you won't like the consequences for your betrayal." Narcissa summoned a house-elf and then turned back to her son. "I shall contact my Lord now. He will be most interested in seeing you, I think."

Turning to the small cowering house-elf, she addressed it with disdain. "Watch him. If he makes any suspicious moves, incapacitate him and alert me at once."

Draco could only watch in wide eyed fear as his mother left to summon the Dark Lord. "Oh Harry," he whispered softly, "if by some miracle you can hear me, please hurry."

~!~

Harry struggled to his feet after consuming the restorative potions. He knew that he should be taking it easy for the next few minutes, but he couldn't. He could feel Draco's panic and knew that he had to move, now. He wasn't sure how it was that he could hear Draco, but he wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth. On shaky legs, he began his journey away from the dungeons and up to the main part of the school.

~!~

On her way back to Hogwarts, Ginny saw Ron and Hermione up ahead of her. They were obviously heading into town and she quickened her pace to intercept them. "Hey guys," she called out cheerfully, "where's Harry?"

Ron fidgeted nervously and Hermione actually blushed a deep red. Ginny blinked in shock and tilted her head in question. "Hello? Anyone going to answer me?"

"Er," Ron began, and then mumbled something under his breath which sounded suspiciously like "probably off shagging Malfoy".

"Um," Hermione started to say, then looked at her shoes.

Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you guys ditched him so that you could spend the day alone, right? No worries, I'm just heading back to school, so I'll find him and keep him company. Later!"

Leaving her brother and his girlfriend behind, Ginny continued on toward Hogwarts, a huge grin on her face.

~!~

The little elf stood silent and shaking in the corner, it's huge bulbous eyes never leaving Draco's form. Draco sighed and wished that he had been nicer to the creatures as a child. Perhaps if he had been, he could bribe the thing with its freedom in exchange for his own.

"What would Harry do?" Draco asked himself and then snorted. "Harry wouldn't be in this position, dummy, he'd have defeated the blasted Death Eaters and not been captured."

"Is sir speaking of Harry Potter?" the little elf squeaked and took a small step forward.

Draco whipped his head to look at the small creature. "Yes. Yes I was. Do you know Harry?" he asked, his hopes of escape coming back.

The little elf shook it's head. "Oh, no sir! Nipsy is only hearing of the great Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is going to save Harry Potter, sir, but Dobby is never coming back!"

Draco sighed in relief. He just might get out of this alive after all. "Dobby works at Hogwarts now. Harry Potter saved Dobby, tricked Master Lucius into freeing Dobby. I know this because Harry Potter is my friend, he's my... well, mate, I suppose would be the easiest way to describe it. Do you understand?"

The little elf nodded, it's eyes even wider than normal. "Oh, sir! If this is true, you is in terrible danger! The Missus is calling the mean one, and he wants to hurt Harry Potter. He will be hurting you too, sir. You must leave this place!"

"Yes, yes, I must. Harry will come for me if I don't get away. The Dark Lord will kill Harry if he comes here, do you understand? You have to free me so I can escape and find Harry." Draco knew that should Harry come here, Voldemort would be the one to die, but seeing as how Harry had no idea he was even in trouble, he highly doubted his lover was going to come charging in to rescue him, hence the lie.

"Nipsy will help Master Draco escape," the elf said and snapped its fingers.

Draco smiled as the magical bindings disappeared. "Thank you, Nipsy," Draco said as he removed his tie and gave it to the wide-eyed elf. "You have done me a great service, in return, I give you your freedom. Go to Hogwarts, find Dobby and ask him to help you."

The elf threw itself at Draco and hugged his knees. "Master is too kind!" it wailed.

"Shh! Quiet or you'll get us both killed!"

"Nipsy is sorry, Master, Nipsy is being quiet now." The elf nodded frantically.

"I do believe," a soft sibilant voice spoke from the doorway, "that it is much too late for that."

Draco's eyes widened in fear as he took in the horrendous sight of the Dark Lord standing before him. "Oh shit," he whispered aloud while inside he was screaming: Harry! Oh shit, Harry, Voldemort is here!

~!~

He stormed through the halls like a man possessed. He had tried, several times, to call out to Draco, to see if his lover could hear him, but to no avail. Whatever connection they had, it seemed it was only one way. He could hear Draco's thoughts, when they were directed at him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not send anything back to reassure his lover that he had heard him, that he was coming for him. It also meant that he had no idea of where to look for him.

He only knew that Draco had been going to Hogsmeade that morning, and so that was where he was planning to start. He had gotten as far as the entry hall when he was nearly run down by Ginny Weasley. He did not have time for this.

"Harry! There you are. I've been looking all over for you," Ginny said as she looped her arm through his. "Did you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? I saw Ron and Hermione earlier; terribly rude of them to ditch you like that. I mean, that's not the way friends behave, now is it?"

Harry took a deep breath and reminded himself that Ginny was only trying to be a good friend to him, that she had no idea what was going on with Draco and he couldn't hex her to get away from her quicker. Perhaps if he knew what it was she actually wanted he could give it to her and she'd go away.

He had been unprepared for what he saw as he delved into her mind. His shock did little to abate his anger however and before even he knew what he was going to do, Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head and she dropped to the floor. Harry had taken every memory she had from her - everything - essentially leaving her an empty vessel. If he'd had the time, he would have liked to have spent days on her torture, breaking her in ways that would have made Voldemort piss himself in fear.

He was sickened beyond belief at the ways in which she had betrayed him. Collin would have to pay for his treachery as well, but he had no time for that now. He knew who had taken his lover now, and he had his suspicions on how to find him. He needed a link to Voldemort, and only one person besides himself had one. Snape.

Just as he was about to push open the doors to the Great Hall, Draco's voice sounded in his head.

Harry! Oh shit, Harry, Voldemort is here!

~!~

The only nice thing about Hogsmeade weekends, as far as Snape was concerned, was that most of the annoying brats in the castle were gone for the entire day. He looked forward to lunch in the Great Hall on such days as there was a much quieter atmosphere, and a noticeable lack of Potter, Weasley and Granger. He felt some guilt for leaving Potter in the dungeons, but not enough to go back there and revive him. He had his pride after all, and having Potter know about his predilection for women's undergarments was not something he was prepared to deal with just yet. If ever. So of course, it was just his luck that Potter should come barrelling through the doors, a look of complete malice on his face, and making his way straight toward him.

His life really sucked some days.

~!~

House elves, contrary to what Draco had previously thought, were not stupid. At the first sight of the Dark Lord, Nipsy snapped his fingers and disappeared. Had Draco had possession of his wand, he'd have done the same. "Well, fuck," he muttered as he realized he was done for.

"Draco Malfoy," Voldemort hissed as he glided across the room toward him. "You disappoint me, young Malfoy."

And you disgust me, Draco thought to himself, but said nothing.

"Your mother tells me that you are involved," he grimaced, "with Harry Potter. That you profess love, of all things, for him. Is this true?"

Draco nodded in affirmation, not able to speak for fear of his voice betraying his thoughts. He couldn't see how his mother could stand to be in the presence of this foul creature.

"You will speak when asked a question young Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "Is that understood?"

"Yes," Draco bit out.

Voldemort chuckled. "So much like your foolish Gryffindor lover," he spat. "You will learn to show me respect, Crucio!"

It was like a thousand knives piercing his flesh at once. Like his bones were being melted from the inside and his veins filled with molten lava. He tried to hold back, to think of the way his lover dealt with the pain, but his scream tore it's way through and he dropped to the floor and writhed in agony at the feet of his mother's master.

~!~

"How do you find him?" Harry demanded as he stopped at the Head table in front of a confused Potions Professor. "Voldemort, when he calls you, how do you know where he is?"

"The mark acts like a homing device, why do you ask?" Snape asked in apprehension.

"He has Draco. Give me your arm, I'm going after him."

Dumbledore, having shamelessly listened in on the conversation, butted in. "I do not think that is a wise decision, Harry. Surely, as Draco is one of his own, he would not harm him irreparably."

"I didn't ask for your advice nor your approval," Harry snarled. "Go to sleep old man, you try my patience." To the shock of all who heard Harry speak, Dumbledore's head dropped atop the table and he began to snore. Harry turned back to Snape and reached for his arm.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Snape asked as he felt Harry's magic pervade his skin.

"Looking for him."

"How? And what do you plan to do when you find him?"

"Easy," Harry answered. "I'm using your link to trace back to his location. When I get there, I will rescue Draco and kill the sorry bastard for taking what's mine. The method of death and how quick he receives it will depend solely on Draco's condition. Found him, he's at the Malfoy Manor. Why am I not surprised?"

"You'll have to apparate from Hogsmeade. I cannot take down the wards, and the only one who can is currently drooling on his salad fork," Snape said with some disdain toward the Headmaster.

"Wrong. He's not the only one who can do it," Harry said and then with a subtle wave of his hand, the wards dropped and Harry Potter disappeared.

Snape, for the first time in decades, smiled.

~!~

"Finite," a soft sibilant voice hissed and Draco curled into a ball and breathed harshly. He had no idea how long he had been held under the curse, but his respect and awe for the strength Harry possessed grew to new heights. "That, young Malfoy, is but a taste of what awaits you should you refuse my proposition."

Draco swallowed the bile rising in his throat. It wouldn't help him in any way if he were to vomit on the Dark Lord's shoes. "What," he croaked out, "what proposition?" Whatever it was, he had no intention of following through with it, his only goal right now was to keep Voldemort talking, and not throwing anymore hexes at him.

"You will use your position in Harry's life to bring him to me," A foot pressed against his side made him roll onto his back and look up. His eyes locked with the red, beady eyes of the madman standing above him. "If you do not, I will torture you in ways you wouldn't begin to imagine. You will beg for death and it will not be granted."

"No," Draco whispered.

"No, what?" hissed Voldemort.

"No, I will not betray Harry," Draco spoke and braced himself for the pain which he knew was coming.

The distinctive crack of someone apparating into the room had all eyes turning toward the intruder.

"Harry!" Draco smiled in relief.

"Mister Potter, how very... unexpected," Voldemort spoke, failing to repress the note of surprise in his voice.

Narcissa said nothing and tried to slip away unnoticed. Harry waved his hand toward the door; locking it and thwarting her escape.

"You know, Tom, you really fucked up this time," Harry said conversationally. "Draco, love, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I am now," Draco said and slowly climbed to his feet. "How did you know I was in trouble?"

Harry smiled, "I heard you calling to me, love. I got here as fast as I could. Next time, try to include a location as well, yeah?"

Draco grinned and shook his head. Harry was amazing. Simply amazing. He looked at Voldemort, and then his mother. "You two are in so much trouble, I almost pity you."

~!~

Standing by the door of her study, Narcissa watched wide-eyed as Harry Potter apparated into her home. It shouldn't have been possible for him to get through the wards, but there he stood. There was a distinct possibility, she thought to herself, that Draco was right in his decision to side with Potter and perhaps it was best if she just snuck away quietly. But as her fingers wrapped around the door handle, Potter waved his hand and locked her in.

Swallowing in fear, she stood stock still as Potter addressed her Lord by his birth name and told him he had erred. His concern for her son seemed truly genuine, and she was shocked beyond reason to hear that they shared a mind-link as well. It made her wonder what else she didn't know about her son's chosen mate. And what her Lord was unaware of as well.

Her hopes of playing upon her son's sympathies and escaping this ordeal relatively unharmed came to an end as she heard him voice his sympathies, or lack thereof. She was, in essence, truly screwed.

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