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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N - Thank you all for your patience...Here is the next.. turbulent chapter... I am happlily working on the next and well I hope you like some of the surprises in this one.
Moodysavage - I do so love your reviews... and I totally understand... I hate reviewing on my phone as well... Very true about the age idea, something I was going for among others... surprised my main point has been totally missed, but then if no one brings it up I will explain in the end... Harry tends to do well when challenged.... and I really want to keep him on his toes, but with some relaxing too...and of course the roller coaster that is our minds...lol. Thank you... so much for all of your review... I do not mind if you fangirl... You would be my first I think.
Meechypoo - The minister's reaction is not in this chapter... but Moldy Voldy's is..lol hope you like this one...
MoonTart - Thanks... Here it is...
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Chapter 25 - Siren Call of Fate

Tuesday brought with it the soft rays of the sun’s light. A body warm and soft pressed against an even paler more angular body. Ink flayed out on a pillow, soft and full of perfect peace as one lover inhaled the scent of another. Sirius wrapped himself up in the knowledge that a love from dreams was his own. So many years he had spent with his heart bleeding on the ground in the presence of one man. So many years that same heart shielded his mind from the persistent dread brought on by Dementors. He was branded for life from the moment he had met the black-eyed prince.
His hand trailed up the length of one pale arm. He pressed his face into the fragrant strands beside him, and heaved drugging breaths of perfection into his lungs. Severus was branded on his soul… and in his mind...his eyes opened only because the movements of the dark man made him panic, thinking of being alone for a brief moment.   Obsessed obsidian met diffident dove grey eyes. Sirius melted then, slowly like butter on hot baked bread. Severus’ lips ghosted over his neck, a dark gravity pulling at his blood. Sirius was drowning as sensations washed over him.
Severus could feel the barely there touches, hesitant, but fierce in depth. He could understand, without breathing his mutt once a day at least, he would probably want to fall apart. He rolled over stunned by the brilliance in the eyes before him. The shyness he found there hardened him painfully, he bent to taste his addiction, and complete surrender was his gift. He let his hand slide down the length of Sirius’ body, moving to catch each gasp in his mouth. His lips hovered, brushing only lightly against his lover’s. He did not reach out his tongue, he only breathed the gasp back into his lover’s mouth. Sirius breathed it in, as if each breath Severus gave him was life-giving water. He pushed his hand under Sirius, gripping him tightly by the waist. His other hand maneuvered the dark man pushing him down into the bed. While his right hand pulled hips to press into his own, and he fed his own groan into Sirius’ waiting lips. He closed in then, letting his tongue slip in and glide slowly around, meeting Sirius’ in an intoxicating dance. Their bodies matched the workings of their mouth, and Severus’ hands gripped almost painfully the pliant flesh under him.
Sirius was in another world, his own consciousness floating just outside of his reach. There was a purity within their movements, it sheltered his soul and ignited his body. Even in the darkest place, light exists. He had found the light of love within the darkness of Severus. Sensuous breaths passed between them, cloaking Sirius in a blanket of pleasure and fire. The tight grip on his tender waist brought his throbbing need against Severus. He needed the breath of lust Severus gave him, it fueled his own striking desire ramping it higher until he only knew a fever of passion. He let his mouth be plundered and followed every move of his dark prince’s tongue. There was nothing but heat and fire, stars and darkness…
Severus pulled back to view the sight of wet dark lips, splayed dark hair and a dark grey eyes full of desire, love and submission…
“I want you to ride me…” Severus whispered. He rolled them over, and sank down into the bed.
He wanted to watch as his tattooed lover slid down on to him… it was exquisite, how sexy Sirius could be. He was devilishly handsome, but in his own submission, he was a god. Sirius’ hard legs bent underneath his body astride Severus’ form. The Darker man held his breath as his most sensitive flesh was encased in pure fire. His breath was torn from his lungs in one painful blow and Sirius sank down fast. Their eyes locked and Severus placed one hand around the other man’s waist to guide him at first, while his other reached for his spot… just above the collarbone and stroked softly, his last mark was almost gone…
Sirius felt so much fire race through him as he positioned himself above Severus...Sliding down and letting himself be filled was so beautiful. The love shining out of his lovers dark eyes was enough. He moved fast, barely letting his body adjust to the depth...Severus was so deep inside of him he could swear he could taste his lover at the back of his throat… He groaned again as he lifted up…Each fall was pure delight, pure heaven and sin… the pleasure drove him to lean forward allowing his legs to push him to fall over and over again, striking his prostate at just the right angle to let his blood bleed fireworks...his vision went black when he felt Severus’ hands on his throat… he let his head fall back, giving over more access…. one thumb pressed hard, cutting the blood flow from one vein making him even more light headed… Then he was moved slightly and Severus was sitting up, both hands lifting his hips so he fell just as Severus thrust upwards… and the last thing he remembered was the sting of the bite that ended his last tender hold on his orgasm… His world shattered in a blissful beauty.
Severus drank in every muscle that moved with his lover over him. His body took immense pleasure from being buried so deep inside his mutt...He was a drowning man drinking the water as if it were air… his body was reveling in the heat clenching around him… his eyes feasted on the flesh in front of him as Sirius moved, the perfect throat so beautiful and calling to his darker nature… He reached and pressed hard, allowing the other hand to caress the flesh under it as it moved up and down over him… He was so close that he could not hold out much longer. He sat up, pulling Sirius into just the right position and he thrust up repeatedly, needing to bury his seed so deep that it branded his lover’s soul...Severus watched the fire in his lover’s eyes, saw how close he was… the tender flesh of neck marked by him… he meant only to sooth it with his tongue, but his next thrust was his last… and he bit down as he came deep inside Sirius…He felt the heat spread over his belly as his lover spent himself… He smiled as he accepted the limp form of Sirius as passion’s darkness overtook them both.
Harry did not understand where Severus might be, but as the resident teacher with fewest classes on Tuesday, he got stuck overseeing the fourth years potions class that morning… He did not know why the headmaster did not go find out where Severus had got off too. He figured that probably a meeting with Voldemort was taken place… but there had been nothing but idle disgusting dreams signaling that evil incarnate was asleep when he searched for his connection.
Harry had each pair prepare the ingredients for the potion they were working on… they were in phase two of the Skele Gro potion. Evidently, Snape was now confident enough with his older classes to allow them to help provide for the nurse… He paused between each desk, allowing his cloak to billow with each pass… he paused briefly.
“Mr. Smith… Before you add the legs of the Scarab beetle, re-read the text again.. make sure you prepared them correctly.” Harry instructed on student.   The young man nodded his head and went back to the text.
It was during lunch that Severus finally showed himself… His face the same dark mask as Harry had always known him to have. That mask however cracked as he took a seat next to Harry.
Harry noted a look in those dark eyes he had rarely seen… contentment. He did not want to know… Thought he did know… he did not want to know.
“The Skele Gro is in the second stage… each of your students did an excellent job.” Harry offered, but when he saw Snape open his mouth, “I do not want to know anything about this morning.” Harry said firmly..
Severus obviously was not going to share the real events… he was merely going to make a mundane excuse, but it seems Mr. Potter already figured things out... If he were the blushing kind, he supposed he should have blushed...He just was not the blushing type...at least not above the waist… He almost choked on his own drink… where in the world had that bit of humor come from…Severus Snape was not a humorous man… His mutt was rubbing off… Damn… bad analogy.
From beside him he heard, “Think Dumbledore in yellow pyjamas…” Harry whispered.
Severus groaned at the image…
“Maybe you should take the rest of the week off…” Harry suggested.
“Nonsense.” Snape replied and went to finishing his meal.
“Evidently you need some time...I’m sure you won’t be missed...by your students…” Harry said with a grin.
Severus just looked at him and then gave him a small smile that almost nobody saw...Flitwick though tried to cover his coughing fit next to Harry and turned to face Professor Sinistra.
“Your slipping… Your bat persona may be in jeopardy…” Harry whispered to the side.
“And whose fault is that… pup.” Severus whispered back… the urge to smile wider almost too much to control.
“Your hanging around a certain mutt too much.” Harry replied.
“Can’t get rid of him. kind of stuck on him at the moment… it’s the puppy eyes.” Severus replied, earning a chuckle from the boy-who-lived.
They both gave up trying to crack the other’s composure… Harry knew he would lose, Snape was just that good.
Harry met his seventh years with more work on the history of Dementors. They were going over how Dementors are created and how they spread. “So in a perfect world, one where there is only cleanliness and happiness, would we have dementors?” Harry asked.
Fred answered. “No since they spring like fungi from the depression and devastation in the world.”
“Correct.” Harry stated, “Now besides the patronus, what are other ways to defend yourself?”
He noted the blank looks across the room.   Harry then started into the lecture over how animagus forms, and other spells or potions that affect emotions could protect a person against the Dementors.
“In an Animagus form, the Dementor will pass over a subject. Since they only use their senses to feel for emotions, and cannot see, an animagus form is ideal for those who can accomplish it, to reduce the effects of lengthy exposure to them. The mind of the ‘animal’ will confuse the Dementor into believing diminished mental capacity. The patronus is especially effective for two reasons, first is that it relies on a happy memory that produces a counter to the negative effects of the Dementor presence. The next reason is that it produces a warm light that counters the second effect of cold and darkness that the Dementor feeds off of. When you break down the negative effects of the Dementor, finding other spells or shields to use can become effective.” Harry explained.
Quills were scribbling furiously across parchment trying to capture his words. Fred looked up at Harry and grinned, as he seemed to dot a few ‘I’s. They were given an assignment to find spells and shields that either blocked negative thoughts or produced positive thoughts. They would be practicing them at a later class for efficacy.
He watched them all leave, smiling as Fred and George regrouped from their separate tables. They left together, and Harry went to his office to deposit the papers he had received for grading…
When Harry left the classroom, he immediately became aware of muffled noises coming from an empty room down the hall. He really hoped nothing untowards was going on. He hated catching students breaking rules… That meant a detention... and time he had to spend away from more pleasurable pursuits. He smiled at that thought, it’s probably the same reason causing students surprise over Professor Snape’s reduction in issuing detentions. Why… Not the thoughts he needed right now…
Harry cast a revealing charm on the door in front of the empty classroom, needing to see if he should break up whatever was going on. Harry’s mouth dropped and he quickly cast the counter and walked away with a face red as a tomato. He had his suspicions about those two, but now it seemed karma wanted him to know it all… he could do without the vision of Fred behind George who was tangled in Angelina on the floor of the classroom… He had the inclination that the twins had been involved deeply, but now it would explain a lot… Angelina must not have recovered from losing Fred either… So many complications… As long as he stayed on course… the three of them would have a great chance...Though he would be talking to the twins next chance...Maybe impart for them not to use a classroom near his… His mind was in desperate need of cleansing.
Saturday came sooner than Harry had expected. The Order meeting was going to happen at Sirius’ place. Harry convinced Dumbledore to let Ron attend since most of the strategy was his. Draco decided to wait at home… Harry wondered how long it would take for him to be comfortable around people, but for now he would count it a blessing in disguise.
When he arrived, he heard Sirius in the hall trying to convince Severus to calm down. Harry caught the tail end of the conversation before they cut it off.
“He needs to be set straight.” Severus tone was clipped.
“Remus meant well. Talk to him… just don’t hurt him. He is my friend...and he just can’t see past his condition to let Tonks in.” Sirius tried to persuade in his best soft voice.
“He had no right to what he said about us.” Severus shot back.
Harry walked in and both men quieted down.
“Am I interrupting?” Harry asked, pointedly looking between Snape and his godfather.
“No.” Severus all but whispered, though his eyes sparked with muted rage.
“Yeah right…I can help if you let me.” Harry said as he walked to the dining room in search of the rest… He would let that sink in. Snape did not need pushing, just an offer to consider, something he could make choices over.
Remus sat in the corner of the room, pensive and fidgety. Arthur and Molly were in the middle of the table, with Molly waving her wand to position the food all around. Albus sat at the head of the table, with Moody to his right. Kingsley was next to Molly and Tonks beside him. Severus and Sirius entered at that moment. Remus straightened in his chair, his dour expression curious when he observed Severus’ protective arm around Sirius. Severus guided them to the other side of the table close to Moody. Ron was waiting for Harry, who sat down and shook his head.
Dumbledore called the meeting to order and then turned to Harry. Harry stood and took the map that Ron and he worked over. He projected it so both sides of the table could see it.
“Severus, your part will be to inform that the change of guard will happen at 10pm on the dot.   Stay away from the area, if you need to suggest your needed to watch Vincent. Remus and Moody, you will be the ones on guard, standing here and here.” He pointed to the side of the house, “Shak and Tonks will arrive at 10 to ‘relieve’ you. Severus, the weak point you need to offer to Voldemort is here. As best as we can we need the Death Eaters to enter here. I will already be on scene.” Harry looked to Moody, “Can you help with ensuring the neighborhood is asleep and protection charms are placed on the property?”
“Of course.” Moody responded.
“Great. If Voldemort arrives himself, I will make sure he is corralled into the house…” He looked back at Ron, “For front row seats. Keep your spells non-lethal, I do not know whom he will send. I need certain ones alive for the task ahead. I will direct you on scene as best as I can. This show will be just a demonstration to set up drawing Voldemort to the confrontation that is needed. Understand?” Harry finished.
He saw the nods.
“Do you need me somewhere?” Albus asked, eyebrows raised.
“No. Voldemort would expect that, and it will hinder the display.” He answered truthfully.
“I really think Harry, you might be inaccurate here.” Albus tried again.
“Sir, no disrespect… but He expects you to show up and protect them… your power will be what is on display… it was made clear, he needs to see mine.” Harry pressed
Albus ran his hand through his beard and sighed then nodded. Harry looked at Albus then back at Molly and Arthur.
“I have one request though.” Harry asked his voice quiet.
He looked at Ron then back at Albus, “Can Ron sit with Draco during this event?” He was not going to expound on everything. He knew Draco was comfortable with Ron, and he would feel better with the arrangement if someone were there just in case.
“If you wish, I see no hindrances.” Albus replied looking over at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who just nodded.
They discussed other logistical details and then followed the meeting up with eating dinner. Everyone started to head out afterwards, Harry decidedly lingered. Tonks had seemed upset, sending worried glances towards Remus all night, but had left when Kingsley had. Remus had lingered hoping Severus would leave, but soon found out Severus was not leaving Sirius alone. It seemed that the simple peace of the night cracked in the sitting room before Remus went to grab the floo powder. Harry watched Remus shoot a glare at Sirius, and the rest was almost a blur…
Severus leapt to his feet and was reaching for Lupin. His slender fingers curled around the collar of Remus’ shirt, and Sirius’ hand shot out in a placating way.
Severus had Remus in the air and against the wall within mere moments. Harry stood back, stunned but prepared to interfere if needed, his hand on his wand.
“If you ever try to come between me and Sirius again, Lupin. I will find new ways for you to experience pain.” the dark voice was full of malevolence. No one could doubt the intent behind it, or that he meant it.
“I merely spoke the truth…” Remus tried to speak more but his throat was pressed cutting off the air for speech.
“I will not discuss my relationship with you… He is mine… I am his… Your pitiful self-destruction of your own relationship does not mean you have the right to destroy ours. IS THAT CLEAR?” Severus’ tone rose with each word until Remus cringed at the last.
The werewolf only nodded, he had not been this scared since he was bitten as a child. The dark eyes were full of loathing, yet held a tender spark when he spoke Sirius’ name. The wolf cringed, hoping Sirius would rescue him, but he was forced to nod his acquiescence to Severus. The man was terrifying.
“What happened?” Harry asked, all heads turned to see who spoke with a voice of pure authority. The tone and pitch was enticing, the undercurrent harsh. There was total silence, Severus looked at Harry, his eyes rotating between black rage and soft trepidation. Sirius looked like a lost puppy dog, his dove grey eyes pleading with Harry. Remus’ green eyes were wide with fear.
Severus took that moment to step away from Remus Lupin, his own anger still swirling inside him. He moved towards Harry who did not flinch or move. Severus stared at Harry, then whispered, “Look” and locked his eyes on Harry’s.
Harry pressed his wand to Severus’ forehead. The images of Sirius’ conversation with Remus played out in his head, as did the first part of the confrontation. Severus cut it off just before his confessions, but the utter devastation to Severus’ heart could not be denied. Harry stepped back.
“Leave us.” Harry commanded, his eyes darkening to the point Severus looked away and put his body between Harry and Sirius. Severus dragged Sirius out of the room.
Harry moved over towards Remus… His gut clenching, his heart racing. Remus’ eyes were boring into him. He had to get Remus to see, to understand… He could see more now that he clearly opened his eyes to look. The man’s pale face had more lines from scarring than normal, his green eyes were dull not bright, rimmed by dark colored bags under them. The once neatly shaved face bore a haggard appearance and a stale odor of day old alcohol clung to the man.
“Shhh….” Harry reached out and placed a hand on Remus’ shoulder…
“Your pain is unnecessary…” Harry whispered, his own grief welling up within him. His face was glowing with a soft white glow as the tears flowed down his face. He let them fall into his palm and pearls formed with each drop until there were five. They glowed brightly, lighting up both their faces. In the light of the pearls, Harry could see a younger looking Remus with fewer lines and less grey.
“Look at me…” Harry whispered, his power flowing over him like a sweet aroma, enticing and pure.
Remus was held captive by the dark endless pools in front of him, his power of speech had long since left him.
“Open.” Harry’s words traveled to his brain and he opened his mouth on command.
Harry placed each pearl one by one on his tongue.
“Swallow.”
He swallowed each glowing pearl separately. The first was the flavor of salty tears and an ash of emptiness… he was bombarded with Sirius’ eyes desolate and removed. The second filled him with ice, rancid anguish and stale brokenness… Severus’ pain radiated through him. The third filled him with cloying doubt, his heart beat hammering to leave him as regret crawled up his skin like an insect with many legs… His own feelings manifest. The fourth pearl was bittersweet sadness, sweet hope and piercing rejection… Tonks’ anguish flooded him. The final pearl was filled with the unquenchable thirst that was grief, followed by a slight sweetness of love...Harry’s green eyes floated for an instant, older but wrought with grief. Wisdom burst in his empty mind, a vision Tonks was offered to his mind. Rightness flowed into him, feelings of safety and hope realized. The clouds of his oppression were pushed away, clarity replaced uncertainty. Her eyes blazed before him, ever changing, ever bright. A smaller set of eyes replaced hers, and hope blossomed inside his chest.
“Find her Remus… Do not allow your werewolf to win.” Harry’s words sank deep.
Remus felt his bones strengthen, his back straighten and his energy flood into him. He blinked for a moment, and was free of the Augur thrall, Harry was looking back at him with Lily’s eyes.
He reached out and hugged Harry, burying his face in the younger man’s shoulder as he let his own tears fall.
Harry sighed and accepted the embrace, another burden slipped almost unnoticed off the hero’s shoulders.
Both men departed for their own purposeful destinations. Harry bound for home and the arms of his own savior, and Remus towards a love he had always fought. Remus was the first to use the floo.
Harry reached for the floo, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the dark eyes of Severus.
“I meant what I said to him, Harry. I won’t take it back.” Severus said the line of his mouth unmoving.
“It doesn’t matter now…” Harry said, and then held his gaze steady, “I don’t care if it were my mum, if anyone threatened Draco and I, I would not have been as gracious as you were.” Harry’s eyes cast themselves down. He moved away from the floo. He chose a seat close enough that it would take no time at all to floo home. Severus sat opposite him.
Harry’s eyes looked into Severus’.
“We both have a common thread.” Harry started, Severus blinked at him.
“One of our worst memories is also one of our best. For you it was when you killed your father. For me it was when I destroyed the Dark Lord’s followers and home.” Harry whispered.
“As in his manor?” Severus asked in awe.
“Look, Snape… look at my worst memory and tell me I am not a worse monster than who we are fighting...You… today…” Harry choked a bit on his emotions, swallowing them further down, “You only used words… I wish I could be that good.”
Harry held out his hands, and Severus clasped them. Harry took them on his painful journey… one he knew he could not share with Draco...but one he could never forget.
Severus felt the rage, it was consuming. Every part of his body felt the flames...He saw the manor, the people fall to ash at Harry’s feet… There was a slow disconnect of reason that was seeping out of Harry.   His eyes had taken delight in the screams of pain, his mind was slipping away… and then anguish unlike any storm filled him to the point of cutting off his breathing. Fire was consuming everything, and soon Draco too… In the end, Draco’s love was the saving grace, but the ruin of the rage was everywhere. Floating ash, sulphuric fumes, and rubble surrounded them.
Severus found himself sitting again, looking into deep emerald eyes full of self-loathing…
He put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and slipped down to pull the larger man into a fatherly embrace. He let Harry’s guilt spill onto his shoulder, rubbing his hand back and forth over Harry’s back, trying to sooth the other man.
“Your emotions are your power, Harry… He can’t feel anything good, only hate. You have the balance of other emotions… compassion and love. No matter what happens, you are not Him.” Severus voice was like a soft lullaby soothing and refreshing.
In the shadows, unseen was the figure of a woman, blood streaked face where tears fell. Sometimes the price for being chosen was high, she hated to see the remorse, but knew the man she had chosen was still strong. She let her mouth open to form an ‘o’. Her breath was beautiful, and cleansing, washing the room in a gentle peace. Her image faded.
Harry’s breathing became more regular and he rose up off the floor.
“Thank you… I just needed to tell someone.” Harry explained, the calm in the room seeping down to his bones.
“Anytime Harry...If you need me, I am here. And Sirius too...We will both be here, nobody is an island unto themselves…” Severus said standing.
They embraced one more time before Harry entered the floo and finally went home.
Sunday evening Harry stationed himself in the corner of the yard looking out onto the barely lit street of Private drive. Part of him hoped Voldemort would come, and the other part hoped he did not. He was unsure if he could control himself from trying to end things tonight. Moody had arrived early in the day, and they had sealed the whole neighborhood, and put up barriers for Muggles not to come within 5 miles of the area. The current Muggles were all sleeping and protected with shield charms. Harry stood now, almost alone. Remus and Moody were at their appointed location. They only had a few minutes before everything came to a head.   Severus could not get them any firm numbers, so Harry and Ron expected at least 10.
Harry saw everything unfold and braced himself… his ‘family’ was lounging watching TV in the house and he felt the Death Eater’s attack on the wards… Moody and Tonks were both fighting with the Lestrange brothers, and Remus had to deal with Dolohov. Shak made the motion to send off his patronus and the lynx lept in the air and disappeared. Harry’s cue was soon. He stood back and waited. Yaxley and Travers apparated in and started working on Shak who was keeping up beautifully. The next crack brought Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. and a black flowing figure… Harry’s heart sped up…He felt the pull on his scar, Voldemort wanted him to know, to watch.
He allowed his form to apparate loudly just inches from the dueling wizards and stepped in to help, his shields and counters landed with precision…
Voldemort met his eyes, red meeting green as he raised his wand and brought the wards crashing down… His eyes darted towards the door… and Harry made the move to pursue.   The house was immediately encased in a dark but transparent bubble and the front room walls were destroyed to reveal everything to all…
“Watch… Harry….” Voldemort’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he raised his wand to ‘kill’ one of the ‘Dursleys’.
The green spell left his wand, just as Harry’s hands came up, no wand but pure purple energy crackling with them.
The Death Eaters stopped to watch. Voldemort’s red eyes were twisted in hatred. Harry’s hands spread above his head and the fire spread out, slowly engulfing the house and creating a barrier, fully absorbing the dark bubble… Voldemort looked back at the ‘family’ which had turned back into their original forms of pumpkins on the couch… His rage built and his dark power swirled around him as he tried to fly out of the house only to be bounced back into the living room.
Harry knew it was time… He trusted the Order to watch the Death Eaters. He searched for his power, this time it was nothing more than Knowledge to be displayed… He wondered at that, but remembered that there was a certain amount of magnetism associated with his powers. He let the power flow out towards the house to keep Voldemort inside the bubble of his power… Harry reached with both hands and placed them on the edges of his barrier. Other powers flared and coursed through him, currents of each power flooded through his arms stretched across the barrier.   Greens, reds, blues and pure white fires burst from his fingertips in a rainbow of display as they swirled around and melded with the barrier. His black eyes finally held their target, red eyes were close to the edge, and rage inside the monster was building since it was caged. The snake-like head swiveled from side to side, his hands hovered not quite touching the barrier.
Voldemort was enraged, he seethed, his body rolled like angry waves with his hatred at this boy…. HOW DARE HE CAGE ME.   The power was undeniable… and even as hard as he tried to resist, he was drawn to the edges of the barrier… and his eyes caught the deep pools of death in front of him.
Images of his house in rubble flashed in his mind… the ash of his followers… The vision of Harry as the fire of retribution burned into his mind, branding itself there… the power he tasted was addicting… he wanted it… he would possess it… and Harry if he needed to… The fire tasted of death and raw magic…
Harry released the snake-eyed man from his thrall and walked over to the transfixed Death Eaters…
His stare drew in all of them, they were caught and when he moved, they followed… His smile was dark...His hand swirled at his side and he whispered for the wind to carry his curse. The fog-like curse flowed through the air and filled the nostrils of both Lestrange brothers, Crabbe and Nott Sr. and Dolohov…They crumpled to the ground barely breathing.
Harry stepped back further and the other three followed him almost as if a marionette was controlling them.
The Order members went to bind the Death Eaters on the ground.
“Leave them for their master.” Harry shouted, making each one jump and then back off slowly.
“Witness…” Harry called to all who could hear, his voice causing the clouds to roll in thunderous and black.
Voldemort could only watch, powerless and seething. Jealousy and greed consumed the Dark Lord, no one should have that kind of power but him. He smiled inwardly knowing Harry could not kill him, he would find a way to possess the power and obliterate Harry. This was the power he was looking for, the kind that will allow him to rule over wizards and muggles both. He would be a god to them all.
Harry discarded his shirt and shoes.. and the rain started to pour, and he bent down drawing the Augur circle around him and this three companions.
The circle glowed an almost black hue, purple and red swirling within it.
“Yaxley step forward.” Harry’s voice commanded.
The older man stepped forwards, his hard features were strained. He was fighting to control his actions, but found himself unable to. The need within him to respond to this man was undeniable. His face was stressed, his blond hair threatening to break it’s bindings under the onslaught of the storm he was now facing. Dread slipped over him, his heart thumping to a stuttering beat.
Even with his Augur eyes, dark and full of justice, Harry watched a familiar figure slowly settle just outside the circle. The long cloak of pale hair and hidden face made Death unmistakable. Harry shivered inside, he hated this part of who he had become. He felt the pressure of a pale hand on his shoulder, there was no comfort in Death’s touch, yet there was no fear.
“Guilt not, for balance restored.” The words were a sensuous heat on Harry’s ear.
Harry raised his hand and pressed his thumb to the center of Yaxley’s forehead, he could feel the fire flow through him even as the man’s mind was opened to him. Everything was laid bare, every crime, every kill, and every lie. The truth was sickening to behold, visible to all who witnessed. Harry felt the hand on his shoulder barely move, and wisps of smoke started to rise from the ground. Faces forming in the smoke, until Yaxley was surrounded by a cacophony of their cries of betrayal and blame. His own pain-filled voice joined theirs. After several minutes, Death’s hand moved again and the faces melted into the darkness. Evil and hatred sprung up from the dark mark ready to meet Harry’s power, dark and rancorous.
The hand on Harry’s shoulder shifted once more, strength poured into Harry. Ice surrounded his heart. Harry removed his thumb, and pointed at each arm, then at each foot of the man before him.
Yaxley’s arms were drug out on each side, stretched wide, his legs parted firmly planting themselves a few feet apart. Harry’s pushed lightly on Yaxley's head and watched it fall back, mouth falling open… waiting.
Inside Harry was screaming, wanting to block this from himself. Yet he could feel the icy touch of Death upon him, and balance was screaming for blood.
Harry traced the judgment rune above Yaxley’s head and pointed his arm towards the rune. He paused only for a moment, needing to latch on to his bond with Draco for the anchor he needed. The purity flooded him immediately. He opened his mouth and let go. The fire roared to life from the ground, channeling through him, flooding his veins and finally flowing out of his mouth. The deep red of the fire flowed over his arm and then it hit the rune. Red blazing fire shot through the rune and filtered to a thin stream, flooding the man through his mouth, consuming the flesh, blood and bone from the inside out. There was no time to scream. Death’s hand squeezed his shoulder slightly as a deep satisfied sigh left the pale being behind him. Harry shivered.
“Travers…” Harry’s voice was commanding, “Come embrace your fate.”
The other man moved forward, his own movements jerky, his grey hair bouncing in place. The man’s thin frame presented itself to Harry and he felt the same compulsion to perform an identical demonstration on Travers. The deeds were witnessed, victims rose to condemn and Death was again appeased.
Harry’s insides protested greatly, knowing there was one more. The Augur in him did not waver, the man in him screamed to be released from the responsibility of appeasing Death and the will of balance. The hand of Death lifted then, taking with it the ice around Harry’s heart.
“This one is not mine.” Death imparted before his figure faded into the darkness.
Harry’s internal struggle paused. His eyes black and endless saw no difference in the man that now stood before him and the others. His core settled, and judgment receded. The man before him was shaking, unable to move, small round brown eyes stared back at Harry.
Harry felt another power surface...relief flooded him, followed closely by regret. The power of judgment had retreated only to resurface and combine with mercy. Harry traced the two runes, Judgment on the left side of Goyle Sr.’s head and Mercy on the right. Each rune flared and pulsed waiting for the infusion of power, then Harry reached up and traced the rune for balance perfectly centered between the two.
Goyle was very afraid, he had slowly come out of a trance, or at least that is what it felt like. He was here facing a man he had never seen, his lord was watching with dark red eyes. He had the visage of his two companions as they were consumed by fire. His mouth was dry, his stomach knotted, but he hoped his end was just as quick. His knees trembled when he noted the difference in his treatment, was there to be more pain for him? When the man turned those black eyes on him once again, there was no red flame behind them as he had seen previously. There was a purity that he could not help looking into, and he fell forward into those eyes.
Goyle wandered around in darkness, seeing nothing. Flashes of memories flared before him. People he had cast the Cruciatus on under his lord’s orders.   The pain he had inflicted on others, tore through his body, rending his joints and muscles until they spasmed uncontrollably. Anguish washed over him, the anguish of many whom his deeds had touched. The deaths he had witnessed played out before him, but there was no one to accuse him of the deed. Sorrow black and dusty coated him, his breath now a rasp in his throat. Then he saw it, the core of his magic rising. He reached for it, but could no longer touch it…
When Harry’s finger met the Judgment rune, Goyle’s body was touched by the balanced flame of judgment. The red fire flowed from Harry’s fingertips into the rune, and then drawn to the rune of balance, flowing to wash over the large form. Arms contorted, legs twisted, and the large face was screwed up in pain. Harry’s other hand then touched the rune of mercy and the blue flames leapt from the rune to the balance rune and met in a purple shower of magic and sparks. Goyle Sr. was completely encased in a bright glowing purple cone…
Harry reached with one hand inside the cone and placed his palm on the beefy chest in front of him. “Mors centro magica” As the sentence was pronounced, Harry turned his hand over, palm upright, and received the ball of grey light that floated from inside that chest into his hand. Harry pulled his hand slowly out of the cone, letting the fires of the edges consume the ball. Goyle screamed a cry of loss and grief… when the ball was completely consumed, everything when dark, and Goyle lay on the ground weeping.
Harry called for the rain once more, to wash away the death and the circle. The rain was a balm to his heated body, and a respite from the scenes he would never soon forget. His eyes now green turned towards the Order members.
“Take this one to a safe place, he has no magic left. He has been cleansed.” Harry instructed.
“Leave when I do, for the barrier will fall when I leave, Voldemort will start his search for my power.” Harry continued.
Shacklebolt took hold of Goyle’s arm and apparated away. The last three looked to Harry who stood facing a seething Voldemort.
“You will never hurt me through my family!” Harry said a grim line set on his face.
“Ah… but I know another weakness… and I will use it when I can. This is not over… You will face me.” Voldemort spat defiant and arrogant.
Harry just stood there, his strength ever present, but his will was weak. “Now” he commanded the others as he turned on the spot and four loud cracks were heard down a darkened street.
The barrier fell and Voldemort stepped out casting the cruciatus on his followers, who woke screaming.
“You fools… Go now… We have work to do.” Voldemort screeched his anger at the forefront. And then they all disapparated.
One lone house stood blasted open for all to see, with three large pumpkins side by side on a rather pretty, floral sofa.
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A/N - Just a little bit of a play on words not said... The scene with Remus... Tears of Pearls/Pearls of Wisdom... Hope I carried it off well... and as for the sentace pronounced on Goyle Sr. Literally translated to "Death of Magic core".
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