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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
- 25
- 26
- 27
Part 26

Die, die, die my darling, Don't utter a single word. Die, die, die my darling, Just shut your pretty eyes, I'll be seeing you again. Yeah, I'll be seeing you, in hell - Metallica

Tension in the Malfoy study was reaching an all-time high as Harry and Voldemort faced off. Harry, looking far too smug for the Dark Lord's liking, had the audacity to smirk at him and waggle his eyebrows. Voldemort seethed.
Draco watched his lover with amusement. He knew that Harry could have Voldemort on the floor in a heap in a matter of seconds if he so chose, and was actually toying with him. His Harry might belong to Gryffindor House, but he was a true Slytherin where it counted.
"So," Harry said as looked Voldemort in the eye, "the way I see it you have two choices, Tom. I can kill you quickly and relatively painlessly, or I can kill you slowly, with much pain on your part and much enjoyment on mine. It all depends on how you answer my question."
"Insolent child!" the Dark Lord hissed in rage, "you dare to speak to me in such a manner?" Voldemort aimed his wand at Harry, "Crucio!"
Draco snorted as Harry deflected the curse and shook his head in mock sadness at the Dark Lord. "Really, Tom, you'll have to do better than that."
For all of his arrogance and belief in his own superiority, Voldemort actually looked afraid as far as Draco could tell. His mother certainly was, he'd never seen her more pale or wide-eyed.
"Now, for my question," Harry said as he waved his hand toward Voldemort and put him in a full body bind and summoned his wand, pocketing it. "And I already know the answer, so don't bother trying to lie to me, you sorry sack of shite. What were your plans concerning Draco, and what, exactly, did you do to him?"
A few moments went by in silence, Voldemort refusing to speak. Harry grinned and stepped closer to the man who had ruined his life, who had murdered his parents, and killed Cedric. The same man who was behind the attack at the ministry that robbed him of his godfather, and the one responsible for his being attacked by his schoolmates. "I was hoping you would resist," Harry said gleefully. "Crucio," he whispered and watched as Voldemort's eyes squeezed shut in pain and his jaw tightened. It only took a few seconds before he began to scream.
~!~
"Ginny!" Colin shrieked as he ran toward the crumpled form of his on-off lover. "Merlin, Gin, what happened to you?" he asked as he lifted her into his arms and hurried toward the hospital wing.
"You'll be alright, Gin, you'll see," Colin assured as he quickened his steps. "Pomfrey'll have you fixed up in no time," he said, as much to comfort himself as he did her. But when she began to wail like an infant, it was all Colin could do not to drop her in his shock.
~!~
Sitting in the farthest corner of the Three Broomsticks, Ron and Hermione carried on a heated, whispered conversation.
"But why can't we just pretend like we don't know and go on like always, 'Mione, why?" Ron was practically begging at this point. He had been trying to talk Hermione around to his point of view since they'd arrived. She was still all for confronting Harry about his unhealthy relationship with Malfoy.
"Because, Ronald," she hissed. "We are his friends. His best friends, and as such we have a responsibility to look out for his welfare. I'm not saying we should be blunt and tactless," at this she gave Ron a pointed look, "just that we should sit down and talk like the adults we are supposed to be. If Harry is okay with... whatever it is he's doing with Malfoy, than fine, we'll let it be; but what if he isn't? What if he feels trapped by it and doesn't know how to get out? What if Malfoy is blackmailing him? What then?" Hermione reached for Ron's hand and squeezed it gently, "should we just turn our backs on Harry and leave him to deal with this on his own?"
Ron, looking thoroughly chagrined, shook his head and sighed. "You're right, of course, he'd do it for either one of us, we owe him the same. No matter how bloody awkward this is gonna be."
Hermione smiled at him and got to her feet. Ron's eyes bulged and he swallowed nervously. "Now? You want to do this now? Oh, bloody hell," he muttered and reluctantly got to his feet as well. He was not looking forward to this at all.
~!~
"Finite," Harry muttered and watched disinterestedly as Voldemort crumpled to the floor. He ignored Narcissa's startled gasp and began circling his prey. "Since you refuse to answer my question, I will tell Draco - and his mother - exactly what it was you planned on doing to him. Once you were done playing with him of course."
Harry turned to face his lover, knowing that if Voldemort had succeeded in his plans, Harry would have been done for. He trusted Draco, and that trust would have been his undoing. "He was planning to put you under Imperius. Once under his control, you would have been sent back to Hogwarts with instructions to behave as normal until the next time we spent the night together. After I fell asleep, you were to snap my wand and slit my throat. You would have been caught and sentenced to death."
Draco gasped and shook his head. "No. I wouldn't..."
"You would have. You have no training in throwing off the curse. We're going to fix that as soon as we're done here," Harry said and then turned back to his victim. "Now, what to do with you?" Harry mused.
"Torture him?" Draco suggested with malice. He was beyond pissed at the knowledge that he would have killed Harry and been unable to stop himself.
"Yes, but how?" From the corner of his eye, Harry noticed as Narcissa covertly slid her wand into her hand, he held out his own hand and the wand flew into it. He continued on as if nothing had happened. "I was thinking of making you watch a Pauly Shore marathon," Harry said to Voldemort as he stopped in front of him, "but even I'm not that cruel."
"Pauly Shore?" Draco asked.
"Muggle comedian slash actor. He's bloody awful, if all muggles were like him, I'd feel inclined to exterminate them myself," Harry answered with a shudder.
"Sounds horrible. Are you sure you're not cruel enough?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"I'm thinking of saving that particular torture for our beloved Potions Master. Sort of a 'thank you' for all those hours of Crucio he gave me over the years." Harry and Draco shared a laugh as Voldemort finally began to recover from his ordeal.
"Then Severus was not a traitor," Voldemort said softly as he struggled to get to his feet.
"Au contraire, Tom, he is indeed a traitor; to you at least. To me, however, he is my teacher, my trainer, my torturer, and at the end of the day I guess you could say he is my friend. It is his dedication to me that has made me the man that stands before you, the man who will end your reign of terror once and for all."
Turning to Draco, Harry said, "You feel up to a public appearance, love?"
"Where are we going?"
Harry smiled his "I'm so evil" smile and Draco practically melted into a puddle of lust. "I thought the four of us should take a little trip to the Ministry to see Fudge. I don't want to end up in Azkaban for murder after I kill this sorry son of a bitch, so I'm going to have the Minister of Magic himself order me to take his life. In front of witnesses. Then I thought we could have your dear mum questioned by the Aurors and see about," Harry shook his head and chuckled, "I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I thought we'd see about getting Lucius pardoned of all crimes and freed from Azkaban."
Draco's smile was almost blinding. "One thing, love," he said. "Can I fix my hair first?"
~!~
Cornelius Fudge was sitting behind his desk going over the monthly reports from the Heads of Departments when he heard the distinctive crack of someone apparating in. "What in..." he trailed off as none other than Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort, and two Malfoys appeared in front of him.
"Minister," Harry said respectfully, "would you kindly call for the Aurors to come in here? I assure you, no harm will come to anyone, as you can see, I have both Voldemort and the Lady Malfoy magically bound."
Minister Fudge looked as thought he would collapse from shock at any moment, but he shakily reached for the intercom on his desk and relayed the request to his secretary.
"Thank you," Harry said and waited for the questions to come. It didn't take long.
"How... how were you able to apparate into my office? The Ministry has the most complex wards in all of Europe!" Fudge almost shouted.
Harry turned to Draco and gave him a wink before replying to the Minister. "I'm Harry Potter, sir, surely you expected this of me?"
Draco had to bite his tongue to point of drawing blood to keep from laughing. It was so unlike Harry to use his fame in this way that he couldn't help but be amused.
Fudge spluttered but then composed himself. "Of course, Mr. Potter, but would you mind telling me why you have brought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named into my office? And what has Lady Malfoy to do with this?"
Just then, the door burst open and a dozen or so Aurors filed into the room. "Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks called out, "What're you doing here?" she asked and then took a step back in shock as she saw Voldemort standing silent and bound beside Harry. "Is that, you know, him?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Hello, Tonks, everyone," Harry nodded at the others. "As you can see, I have brought Lord Voldemort with me today. The reason being is that I wanted to ask our illustrious Minister what exactly he would like me to do with him. You see, there is this prophecy that states that one of shall die at the hand of the other, and well, I'm rather fond of living but at the same time I don't wish to spend my remaining years in Azkaban for murder. So if I have the Minister's permission, and assurance I will not be penalized in any fashion, I will fulfill my destiny and rid the world of old Voldie here, but if I'm not given these assurances, then I'll just leave him here for the law to take care of," Harry finished off with a shrug.
As one, every head in the room turned to look at the ashen face of the Minister. "Kill him," Fudge bit out, and a collective sigh was heard throughout the room. Harry and Draco both chuckled.
"And I have your assurance - in front of all these witnesses - that I won't be punished?" Harry pressed.
"Yes, yes," Fudge nodded. "Just get on with it, boy!"
Harry's eyes flashed in rage momentarily. "Do not ever call me boy, Minister," Harry warned. "Oh, one other thing, could the Aurors all please step back against the walls and have your wands out and at the ready?" Harry watched as one by one they obeyed his orders, he turned to Draco and waggled his eyebrows. Draco shook his head and grinned at his lover's teasing.
Harry locked eyes with Voldemort and commanded him to call his minions to him. "Get ready everyone, in about a minute, this room is going to start filling up with Death Eaters," Harry told the others.
~!~
"What," Crabbe Sr. asked for the tenth time as he aimed his wand at his quivering, crying son, "were you doing defending Malfoy against us?"
Vincent shook his head and closed his eyes, readying himself for yet another round of Crucio. He couldn't tell, no matter how much he wanted to. He was only thankful that his father was not a skilled Legilimens.
"Boy, I will not ask you agai..." Crabbe trailed off as his mark began to burn. "My Lord calls. You will stay here until I return, is that clear, Vincent?"
Vince nodded, relief pouring through him at the unexpected reprieve. "Yes, sir."
As soon as Crabbe Sr. apparated away, Vince was on his feet and heading for the door. With any luck, he could catch the Knight Bus back to Hogsmeade and throw himself on Dumbledore's mercy before his father knew he had gone.
~!~
It was almost too easy, Harry thought as the Aurors took down the Death Eaters one by one as they apparated into the room. Fudge was livid at the fact that Harry had taken down the Ministry's wards but wisely kept his tongue in check.
As the last of Voldemort's supporters were bound and led away, Harry shrugged his shoulders, stepped up to the Dark Lord and touched him very lightly between the eyes with the tip of his finger. "Avada Kedavra," he whispered and watched with a cold expression as the lifeless form of Tom Riddle sagged in its bindings.
It was over, finally, after all these years of fighting, and training, and worrying, and losing friends and loved ones. Tom Riddle was gone. A weight lifted from Harry's soul and he turned a blinding smile on his lover and held out his hand to him. Draco came to him in an instant and took him into his arms. "It's over, Harry," he whispered to him. "You're free."
"I am," Harry replied, "but Lucius is still imprisoned." Turning to Fudge, Harry regarded the man with a cold smile on his face. "I have done as you asked, Minister, and now I would ask that you grant me a favour."
Fudge looked as though he would refuse and Harry narrowed his eyes and made him change his mind. "Of course, Mr. Potter. May I call you Harry?"
At Harry's nod of acceptance, Fudge continued. "What favour could I grant you, Harry?"
"Lucius Malfoy," Harry said with a grin as Fudge's face paled and he blinked in shock. "He is innocent of all crimes. His wife, Narcissa Malfoy, formerly Narcissa Black, has kept him under Imperius since the age of seventeen. I would like you to have her questioned under Veritaserum, in front of the Wizengamot. Then, I would like Lucius to be released from Azkaban and treated for extensive use of the Imperius."
Fudge's eyes widened in shock and he looked at the impassive face of Narcissa Malfoy. Surely this fragile looking woman could have done no such thing, but then, he did owe Potter for ridding them of the Dark Lord and it would be a very simple request to fulfil. "Very well. I shall call a hearing for later this week..."
"Now, Minister. You will call for the hearing immediately," Harry suggested, using his powers of persuasion on the man.
"Yes, yes, of course. The meeting will be called for immediately. Please, make yourselves comfortable, I'll be only a moment."
As Fudge made the arrangements for the hearing, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him softly before whispering in his ear. "Do you have any idea how hot you are when you control people? I'm so hard for you right now I want you to take me right here in the Minister's office. On his desk even."
Harry groaned softly and let his head fall forward onto Draco's shoulder. "Draco," he whined softly. "Don't say things like that. I might just give into temptation and bend you over his desk and fuck you 'til you scream."
Luckily for Fudge, he interrupted their hushed conversation before his desk got defiled. "The meeting will be held in fifteen minutes. Lucius is being transported from Azkaban to a holding cell here in the building. The Wizengamot members are on their way and Professor Snape is accompanying Headmaster Dumbledore to administer the Veritaserum. We shall have the truth within the hour."
Harry and Draco exchanged smiles and sat down to wait. Soon, everything would be finished. Voldemort was dead, Lucius would be free, Narcissa would be incarcerated, and he and Draco could return to school, slip down to the Chamber, and... celebrate.
Tomorrow, he would take care of his unfinished business with Colin and the remaining Slytherins.
~!~
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