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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 27
Harry stared at Voldemort with wide eyes, his hand holding tightly onto the ring that had been the portkey to bring him here. Silently he was hoping that it would activate and take him back to Draco.
"It is rude not to greet your host. Perhaps we should do something about your manners," Voldemort hissed, pulling his wand out. The small boy was in his feet then, ready to dodge whatever was thrown at him, but no curse or hex came. Voldemort just sat there holding his wand as he watched the small boy.
"I suppose your lack of manners can be excused for the simple fact that you were raised by muggles," Voldemort sneered, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Nothing to say?" Voldemort asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry, who just continued to glare at him. "Perhaps you would like to know where that port-key came from then?" Voldemort questioned. Harry glanced down at his own hand that was still holding the ring tightly. "Why don't you have a closer look at it?" Voldemort suggested.
"Fuck you!" Harry snapped.
Voldemort narrowed red eyes at Harry, flicking his wand the dark wizard watching as Harry's eyes widened, the boy's hand flying to his mouth and Voldemort smirked. “That child was a tongue-tying curse; if you are not going to speak in a civil tone, it would be best if you did not speak at all,” Voldemort said and he stood up from the chair that he had been sitting in.
Harry backed away, his eyes darting around the room quickly looking for an escape, or somewhere he could hide. He had never felt this helpless before. Facing off against Voldemort in the past, Harry had always had some kind of advantage, something that had always worked in his favor, but there was nothing now. The only furniture in this room was the high-back chair that Voldemort had been occupying; there was a rug laid on the floor a few feet away from the fireplace, but nothing else. The windows were closed, as was the door. Harry was trapped, half naked and wandless. But the small boy refused to show how scared he truly was.
“The ring you are currently holding,” Voldemort said not seeming to care that his small enemy was backing away from him, “it is an heirloom of the Malfoy family.” Voldemort had the satisfaction of seeing the disbelief flash through those green eyes, before Harry's attention flickered down to his hand for a moment. But the boy still didn't look at the ring he was holding.
“Portkeys are simple to make, though they are harder to control,” Voldemort said, turning away from Harry and going to walk towards the window. “Bringing you to me by portkey had worked well enough in the past, but how to get you to touch another portkey? That was the tricky part.” Voldemort glanced over towards Harry, smirking when he saw that the boy had backed up and was now trying to get the door open. “Keying the portkey to activate when only you touched it; it is amazing what kind of magic you can do when you have the blood of your victim.” Voldemort turned to look at Harry fully now. “I am eager to see what else I will be able to do. I will, of course, need more of your blood.” Voldemort moved quickly, pointing his wand at Harry, giving the teen very little time to react as the first spell was fired; however, Harry hadn't let his guard down and managed to move before the spell could hit him.
“It would be much easier if you just gave up now; the door is locked, as are the windows. You will not escape me this time, Harry,” Voldemort chuckled.
“I am in your mind, Harry, I know what it is you fear the most,” that all too familiar voice whispered in the back of Harry's mind.
“NO!” Harry covered his ears, but he could feel that slight burning just under his skin, an indication that his magic was building up, and this time Harry let it. He didn't have his wand but Harry thought that maybe if he could trigger a magical outburst somehow, it might be his only chance at escaping. He just had to stay alive long enough for that to happen.
Voldemort fired one spell after another at Harry as the boy darted around the room. He wasn't truly aiming to kill the boy, not yet, he had far better plans in mind. He continued with his little game for nearly ten minutes, letting Harry 'hide' behind the high-back chair to catch his breath. “I wonder what it would take for you to admit defeat.” Voldemort said.
“Nothing you could do,” Harry snarled, leaping back when the chair he was hiding behind caught on fire.
“We shall see about that. I have grown tired of our game, let's move onto the next round.” Voldemort smirked as he threw a spell at the burning chair that Harry was currently hiding behind, watching as the piece of furniture blew apart, leaving nothing but dust behind. The shock of the spell had sent Harry flying back, and before the boy could even get his feet under him again, Voldemort's smirk grew wider before he hissed out another spell. “Somnium.”
The spell struck Harry and green eyes widened as he crumbled back to the floor. He could hear Voldemort laughing but the sound was slowly fading and his vision seemed to be getting dimmer. For one terrifying moment, Harry thought that he was going deaf and blind. He cried out; he wouldn't be able to fight Voldemort like this, he wanted Blaise and Draco. Though, at the same time, he hoped that his two bond-mates didn't come for him; if they died trying to save him, Harry wasn't sure he would be able to handle it. The world finally faded to dark and Harry felt himself falling, slipping further into the darkness.
There was no light or sound around him, and Harry felt as if he were floating. He didn't like the feeling at all and, trying to move around, he found that he was also unable to move. Harry wanted to scream, he felt that he might already be screaming.
Suddenly he was sitting upright, his head connecting with something solid, making him fall back on the floor. Blinking rapidly, Harry looked at the darkness around him, though there were small streams of light coming from somewhere. Sitting up a little more slowly, Harry put his hand out trying to find what he had hit his head on before; he found a low slanted ceiling. He tried to work out how long he had been asleep and where it was that Voldemort had locked him up.
There was suddenly a sharp knocking sound that had Harry jumping and looking over towards where the small bit of light was coming from. The sound of a lock being slid open had Harry's heart hammering in his chest as he now recognised where he was.
“Get up now, you lazy boy!” The voice of his aunt came through the now unlocked cupboard door. Harry slowly pushed the door open to see his aunt's scowling face. “Up, now!” she snapped and Harry crawled out of the cupboard before standing to his feet, only to receive a swift kick from his aunt, who clearly thought he wasn't moving fast enough. But Harry was beyond confused; he had no idea how he had gotten back to the Dursleys', nor why he was locked up in the too small cupboard again.
“Your uncle will be down shortly, you had better have breakfast ready and on the table!” Petunia ordered.
"I don't understand," Harry said, still giving his aunt a confused look. Petunia narrowed her eyes at Harry reaching out and grabbing a fist full of his hair, her long nails scratching his scalp painfully.
"Get in the kitchen and make breakfast, and maybe I will stop Vernon the next time he takes the cane to your backside." Shoving Harry towards the kitchen, she watched as the small fifteen year old stumbled.
Harry looked at his aunt before hurrying into the kitchen; as confused as he was, he didn't want to push his luck and risk giving her the chance to start kicking him again. He had no clue how he had gotten there though; he had just been fighting Voldemort, if you could call running around a room trying to avoid getting hit fighting.
Entering the kitchen, Harry looked around. Everything was the same as it had always been, even his fat cousin was sitting in his usual spot at the kitchen table.
"You look stupider than usual," Dudley said.
Harry looked at his cousin, his confusion growing. "I don't understand how I got here," Harry said, knowing that Dudley was the least likely person to have the answer to this confusing situation.
"Stop talking stupid, I want breakfast," the over sized boy demanded.
"Then make it yourself," Harry said, heading straight for the back door and already forming a plan on how he would get back to his bond-mates. One thing he hadn't expected though was to be hit upside the head with a frying pan.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?" Petunia snapped as Harry staggered a little from the shock of the blow.
Harry blinked up at her, his head throbbing and his vision blurry. "I'm going back to Hogwarts! Where I belong!" Harry snapped back. "I don't know how I got here in the first place!"
The kitchen was silent for a long moment. Harry stood up straight again, putting a hand on his head where he could already feel a lump forming.
"Maybe you hit him too hard in the head, Mum," Dudley said.
"Make sure he doesn't leave," Petunia said to Dudley before she left the kitchen quickly.
Harry was ignoring them, turning once again to go out the back door, only to be grabbed from behind. Dudley had always been bigger and stronger, even when Harry kicked out and struggled to be let go he wasn't able to get away.,
"What is all this bloody ruckus?" Vernon demanded as he came storming into the kitchen.
"He's gone mental," Dudley answered.
"I have not! I'm going back to Hogwarts, you can't keep me here!" Harry shouted, struggling harder.
"I do not have time for this!" Vernon said in annoyance. "Put him back in his cupboard, Dudley, I will deal with him later," Vernon ordered.
Harry continued to struggle against his cousin, trying to get his magic to do something so he could get out of here and back to his bond-mates. But nothing was happening, there was no build up of magic, no burning under his skin, it was as if his magic just wasn't there at all. Harry had a fearful thought that Voldemort must have done something to his magic.
Dudley shoved Harry into the cupboard, giving a swift kick to the smaller boy, to make sure he stayed down, before slamming the door shut and locking it.
Harry stared with wide eyes as he was locked in the small space once again; it was far smaller than he remembered it being and he didn't like it. Shifting around as best he could, Harry coughed as he disturbed some of the dust in the enclosed space. Using as much strength as he could he started kicking at the door. “Let me out!” he yelled, determined not to be ignored by the Dursleys, to not be locked away and forgotten again.
Something hissed in the darkness beside him and Harry froze. Turning slowly, green eyes widened when he saw the familiar form of Voldemort's snake. Harry was unsure of how it had even gotten in there with him, or how there was room for both the snake and himself.
“Kill,” the snake hissed and Harry swallowed hard, shifting away from the snake as best he could in the tiny space but never looking away as he slowly reached for the door, hoping that maybe he could get it open somehow. He had just barely touched the door when the snake lunged at him and Harry jumped, trying to get to his feet and dodge; all he managed to do, however, was hit his head painfully on the ceiling and smash his elbow into the few boards on the wall that counted for shelving.
There was no room to move and Nagini wrapped herself tightly around him, squeezing the air from Harry's lungs making it impossible for him to scream. Nagini squeezed him tighter and Harry felt light headed, struggling to keep his eyes open as he watched Nagini's head move, looking for the perfect position to strike.
And then she did, her fangs biting into his neck before drawing back and lunging again, her fangs sinking painfully into his shoulder and Harry could feel the burning of her venom. Harry's struggles slowly stopped and he went completely limp, the door to his cupboard opened and Nagini let him go, dropping the-boy-who-lived to the floor as she lunged at her next prey. Harry lay on the floor, blood pooling around him from the open wound, as he listened to the sounds of the Dursleys screaming as Nagini killed them.
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Draco stared at the spot where Harry had been, his eyes wide as he tried to process what had just happened. The blond boy felt like someone had cast a body bind on him; he had to move, he had to tell Blaise what had happened, Draco knew all this but he still couldn't make himself move from the spot by the door. Harry was with Voldemort and there wasn't anything that they could do about it at the moment.
“Are you two ready to go?” Blaise asked as he came up the hallway and stopped at Harry's door, looking at Draco's back. “Where's Harry?” That one simple question is what got Draco to move, he turned to look at Blaise his face pale as he now thought about how he was going to explain what happened to Blaise, explain to him why there had been a portkey here in the first place.
“Malfoy Manor,” Draco answered.
“What?” Blaise asked. Even though he had heard Draco clearly, his brain couldn't process what the blond boy had just said.
“Harry was just taken to Malfoy Manor,” Draco said again as he tried to stamp down on his own panic about what was going to happen now.
“Taken? Who took him? Draco, what's going on? How do you know where he is?” Blaise demanded.
“It was a portkey, and it doesn't matter how I know,” Draco said, really not wanting to go into detail about the portkey but also knowing that he wouldn't be able to avoid it. “Right now we have to go there, we have to go get Harry before something happens!” Draco said firmly, moving to walk past Blaise quickly. Harry had only just vanished and if they acted quickly then maybe it wouldn't be too late.
Blaise grabbed Draco by the arm, stopping the blond boy from going too far. “Draco, what is going on? How do you know it was a portkey? And why are you so sure that he is at Malfoy Manor?” Blaise asked, frowning when the blond boy didn't look at him. “You know where it came from don't you?”
“Yes, I know!” Draco snapped, not looking at Blaise. “This is my fault... we have to hurry before it's too late!” Draco said, trembling; he was feeling an overwhelming sense of fear and he wasn't sure if it was his own or if he was picking up on Harry's emotions.
“What do you mean it's your fault, Draco?” Blaise asked. When Draco didn't answer Blaise turned him around so that the blond boy was now facing him. “Why was there a portkey here?” Blaise asked, doing his best to keep his own fear and anger in check.
“He gave me the portkey, during Christmas, I thought I still had it. I thought I put it away!” Draco said but thinking about it now he couldn't really remember what had happened to the ring. He knew that Voldemort had given it to him and that he had returned to Hogwarts that same day; he had also opened the bond with Harry that day.
“He, who?" Blaise demanded to know. "Your father?" he asked, but Draco shook his head and the stricken expression on the blond's face told him everything. "The Dark Lord. The Dark Lord gave you a portkey? Why?” Blaise asked and Draco shook his head again.
“Damn it, Blaise! This isn't the time to interrogate me!” Draco shouted, pulling away from the tan boy. “I can stand here telling you every single detail about that damn ring, or we can go and inform our mothers about what has happened, and contact my godfather!”
Blaise narrowed his eyes at Draco but nodded. “We'll talk about this later,” he agreed, not willing to really let the topic go but knowing that they had a more pressing matter to deal with. The two boys quickly left the room and hurried downstairs; Blaise went to once again talk to his mother and Narcissa while Draco went to contact Snape and inform the Potions Master about what had just transpired.
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Harry's eyes snapped open suddenly, his head shooting up in surprise at the fact that he wasn't only awake, but alive. His head cracked on the stone wall causing the small boy to groan in pain; someone off to the side snickered and Harry blinked, looking in the direction of the noise to see Wormtail standing just outside the bars of the cell that Harry now found himself in.

"What..." Harry looked around in confusion.
"Y-you're a-aw-wake?" Wormtail stuttered, his eyes wide for a moment before he turned away from the bars, quickly walking away before Harry could say or do anything.
Harry moved quickly to stand up, only to find out that he was being held to the floor by a set of thick chains. Footsteps echoed from down the hall in the direction that Wormtail had scurried off in. A moment later Harry was looking at the stern face of Lucius Malfoy.
“Good evening, Mr. Potter,” Lucius said in that superior pompous tone showing this man clearly thought himself above whoever he was talking to. Harry didn't say anything and just continued glaring at the man. “I have taken time out of my busy schedule to come down here to see you, the least you could do, Mr. Potter, is engage in conversation,” Lucius said.
“Fuck you; is that engaging enough for you?” Harry snapped.
Lucius narrowed his eyes at the boy. “If my purpose down here was anything other than to make you talk, I would continue with my lord's lesson on how you should speak to your betters,” Lucius said, seeming unfazed by Harry's crass words.
“Why the bloody hell would I want to talk to you?” Harry huffed. “I have nothing to say to you!”
Lucius pulled out his wand, moving it in a quick complex motion. “Sancti Dolor.” Lucius almost sounded bored as he said the spell, the blond man watching as Harry pulled at his bindings in a futile attempt to dodge the spell.
Harry flinched, closing his eyes tightly when the spell hit him. He waited for something, anything, to happen. Moments passed and there was still nothing. Harry frowned, opening his eyes to look at Lucius, who was still watching him with the same bored expression. “What did you just do?” Harry asked.
“I'm sure you will figure it out in time, Mr. Potter,” Lucius said watching Harry closely. “Where is my wife?” Lucius asked and Harry was surprised by the question.
“What?” Harry asked, and he frowned when he felt something pinch his chest. Glancing down, he didn't see anything, but shifted around slightly before he looked back up at the blond man. “Why would I know where your wife is?” Harry asked back, shifting when he felt that same pinch again.
“Perhaps an easier question; what kind of bond do you have with my son?” Lucius asked and Harry narrowed his eyes.
“I'm not telling you anything,” Harry growled, wincing when it suddenly felt like someone had punched him in the gut and all the air was knocked out of him. “...what...” Harry gasped, trying to breath properly again.
“I suggest you answer one of my questions, Mr. Potter,” Lucius said with a satisfied smirk.
Harry glared up at him. “I'm not answering any of your stupid fucking questions!” he shouted, gasping when the pain in his stomach became worse.
Lucius stood there calmly, watching as Harry doubled over in pain. He waited until the boy seemed to have his breathing under control again. “I suggest that if you wish to avoid feeling any more pain, you answer my questions,” Lucius said.
Harry didn't say anything this time; deciding that whatever spell Lucius had hit him with before was the cause of this pain, Harry figured he would probably be safe as long as he just didn't talk. A stabbing pain in his stomach had Harry crying out.
“Not speaking isn't an option, Mr. Potter, however, since you refuse to answer either of my other questions, let's try something even your simple brain should be able to provide an answer for. Have you figured out what the spell is?” Lucius asked.
Harry didn't want to answer, he didn't want to give this man the satisfaction of getting any kind of answer from him, however, Harry wasn't very fond of what this spell seemed to be doing. “No,” he answered, hoping that would be enough; there was no stabbing pain in his gut again, but he felt that annoying pinch, this time by his neck. “I don't know what the spell is,” Harry growled.
“It appears they will allow anyone into Hogwarts, no matter how irredeemably obtuse they are,” Lucius sneered. “I suppose the blame should not rest entirely on you, being raised by muggles no doubt had some effect on your learning capacity.”
“Doesn't matter if I am 'irredeemably obtuse', I still out-witted you when I was only twelve. Dobby says hello by the way,” Harry said with a satisfied smirk when he saw Lucius' eye twitch, he had obviously hit a nerve with that comment.
“Enjoy your moment while it lasts, Potter,” Lucius hissed, clearly agitated now. “If you will not answer my questions, perhaps I can get Draco to answer a few. It may also be a good idea to keep in mind that the pain you are feeling is not your own,” Lucius said, turning to leave.
Harry's eyes widened as he caught on quickly to what Lucius was insinuating. But it couldn't be possible, Draco was still safe in Italy with Blaise. “You're lying!” Harry shouted after the older man, his voice echoing off the walls of his cell. There was no answer and Harry sat back against the wall. “He's lying,” he told himself but as he felt a stabbing pain in his leg, Harry wasn't so sure that the elder Malfoy was lying. After all, Harry had no idea how long he had been unconscious, Draco could have easily come here looking for him.
Harry sat quietly in the dungeon, every now and then a ghost pain would shoot through another part of his body. The pain wasn't really all that bad, Harry had had much worse before, but his main concern was for Draco; if this was really an echo of what Draco was feeling, Harry couldn't help but wonder what was being done to his blond boyfriend. Harry wished now that he had just answered Lucius' stupid questions, maybe then Draco wouldn't be in trouble.
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Dumbledore sat in his office, a worried look on his face. Snape sat across from him silently, waiting for what his order was going to be. However, Dumbledore was unsure of what their next move should be, Voldemort currently had Harry, one wrong move and the boy would be killed. “There must be a safe way to get Harry out,” Dumbledore said, looking at Snape.
“There are plenty of ways to free the boy, all of which could possibly result in his death, along with multiple others,” Snape informed the Headmaster, who nodded slowly in understanding.
"We need more information about what Voldemort plans on doing," Dumbledore said seriously.
Snape nodded once. "I will do my best to find out what I can, though I believe the Dark Lord is still suspicious of my loyalty, so it may take time," Snape said. He wasn't happy about the situation but there was little that could be done at the moment, there was no safe way to get Harry free of Voldemort, and Snape hated it even more that all they could do was rely on the boy's dumb luck.
“Please do what you can, Severus,” Dumbledore said. “Perhaps if you leave now-” the Headmaster said but Snape shook his head.
“It would not be good if I suddenly showed up demanding to know if Potter was there. I will have to wait until the Dark Lord summons me,” Snape said, not liking the fact that he had so few options. “He has had Potter for less than a day at the moment, if I have not been summoned in two days, then I will go,” Snape said. “The Dark Lord will be in no hurry to kill Potter this time,” Snape said, knowing those words would not truly reassure the headmaster, but it did mean that in two days time there was still a very good chance that Harry would still be alive.
Dumbledore nodded sadly. “That is all we can do for the moment then,” the Headmaster said. “I must go and inform the rest of the Order about what has happened.” Dumbledore stood.
“It may be best to make sure that the mutt does not hear of this just yet,” Snape said. “He may decide to do something foolish,”
“That I can agree with, but Sirius will know that there isn't anything that we can do at the moment. We do not have enough forces to attack a place so heavily warded as Malfoy Manor, and if we make a move now, they could kill Harry, or move him to a more secure place,” Dumbledore said.
“Which is why I suggest holding off on telling Potter's dog anything, or at least do not tell them of the boy's location,” Snape said and Dumbledore had to nod his agreement to that.
“If you are summoned, do not waste any time informing me, just go and see what you can find out,” Dumbledore ordered and Snape nodded, standing from his chair and leaving the room quickly. He had to contact Draco and inform his godson about what the current plan was. He already knew that the blond boy was not going to be happy that the plan was to simply sit and wait to see what happened next.
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Draco was pacing in tight circles around the sitting room, he had contacted his Godfather and told him about what had happened, or at least had given Snape the quick version of it, and now the only thing that Draco could do was wait. The door to the sitting room opened and Blaise walked in, Draco paused in his pacing to look at Blaise frowning; he could tell that his tan boyfriend was not happy and honestly Draco didn't blame him.
Blaise closed the door behind him, not taking his eyes off Draco. "What did your Godfather have to say?" Blaise asked.
"That he would do what he could," Draco said, leaving out the fact that the Potions Master had also given him a short lecture about the fact that he told no one about the portkey. "He's supposed to let me know what's going to be done." Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair, not caring that he had just messed it up.
Blaise nodded his head once, still staring at Draco as the blond boy resumed his pacing. "Draco," Blaise said when he was sure that Draco wasn't going to continue talking. Draco stopped his pacing once again, keeping his back towards the Italian.
“Do we have to talk about this now, Blaise?” Draco asked.
“Why did the Dark Lord give you a portkey to Malfoy Manor?” Blaise questioned, ignoring the fact that Draco obviously didn't want to talk about this right now; he honestly didn't care very much about what Draco wanted at the moment.
Draco's shoulders slumped slightly and he turned to look at the tan boy. “Because he wanted me to give it to Harry,” Draco explained. “I think it was some kind of test, to see if I was Death Eater material,” Draco said, keeping his grey eyes locked on Blaise's violet ones.
“Well I suppose you've now succeeded in this special mission of yours, guess you can continue following after your father after all,” Blaise growled and Draco was more than a little shocked and hurt hearing those words come from Blaise.
“I never meant for Harry to find that portkey!” Draco said quickly.
“Then how did he get it?” Blaise asked, still giving Draco an accusing look.
“I don't know! Honestly, Blaise, I don't! I had no intention of ever giving him that bloody ring,” Draco said in defence of himself.
“Then why did you keep it? Why was it still around if you never intended for Harry to find it?” Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco.
“It was a Malfoy family heirloom, it's been passed down through the family for Merlin knows how long, I couldn't just throw something like that away. I had planned to hide it somewhere, and see about deactivating the portkey later, that just... I never got around to it...” Draco said trailing off, not really wanting to admit to the fact that he had actually forgotten all about the ring until he had seen Harry holding it.
“Alright, that much I can understand. What I don't understand however, is why you didn't tell me, Draco. I can understand that you have your reasons for keeping some things secret, but this? Did it ever cross your mind that I would have wanted to know that you had spoken to the Dark Lord? That he had given you a portkey meant for Harry?” Blaise wanted to understand but he was having a hard time keeping control of his anger towards Draco.
“I...” Draco shook his head, turning away from Blaise again, unable to continue looking at the tan boy.
“You what, Draco?” Blaise demanded.
“I forgot okay!” Draco snapped, still not turning around to look at his boyfriend. “Is that what you want to hear? I forgot about the bloody portkey! And even if I had remembered, I had no reason to think that Harry of all people had it!” Draco clenched his fists chancing a look at Blaise.
“Forgot,” Blaise said in utter disbelief. “The Dark Lord gives you a portkey and instructs you to give it to someone, not just anyone but the person you are BONDED to, and you just FORGOT?” Blaise was no longer able to keep himself calm. “That is not something you just forget about, Draco!”
“I'm sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen!” Draco tried to defend himself once again but Blaise shook his head.
“Don't,” the tan boy said shortly shaking his head. “Just... just don't,” Blaise couldn't think of anything else that he could say to the blond boy, he did know that he couldn't be in the same room with him at the moment though, so he turned and left.
Draco didn't try and go after him, he knew that Blaise was angry, and really he had every right to be. Draco was angry at himself, and nothing was going to be okay until Harry was brought back safely. Slowly he turned to look at the fireplace, silently hoping that Snape would hurry up and contact him, hopefully with some good news.
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Voldemort sat at the head of the table looking over the faces of his most loyal followers. By now each of them had been informed of Harry Potter's capture, and he had given them all permission to do what they pleased with the boy, so long as he was left alive.
“I do not understand, My Lord,” one of the masked wizards asked and Voldemort narrowed red eyes at the man. “Why do you not kill the boy now before he manages to escape again?”
“Do you think your Lord so incompetent that I would allow such a thing to happen again?” Voldemort hissed and had the satisfaction of watching as the Death Eater sank back in his chair. Voldemort waited for only a moment to see if this man would speak. “Nothing to say now, Avery?” Voldemort hissed.
“N-no, My Lord, forgive me for even suggesting that he may be able to escape again,” Avery said and in the next moment he had fallen out of his chair writhing on the floor in pain while most of the others seated at the table watched. They all clearly thought that Avery had been more than foolish to even suggest that Potter would escape again, or that it had somehow been Voldemort's fault that the boy had ever managed it before.
The spell was lifted and no one made any move to help Avery as he pulled himself from the floor and slid back into his seat.
“You are all tasked with making sure that Potter does not escape, and if he should somehow manage to get free, I will make sure each and every one of you is punished,” Voldemort said and a chill seemed to have run through the room as nearly everyone at the table shivered.
“I will personally make sure the boy does not get away,” Bellatrix offered.
“My Lord,” Lucius spoke up before Bellatrix could continue speaking. “There is some information I would like to get from the boy, before he is to damaged to speak properly,” Lucius requested, hoping to be allowed to continue his interrogation of the Potter boy before the more vicious among them got their hands on him. Voldemort studied the blond man for a moment.
“And what information could the child have that you need?” Voldemort questioned.
“I was hoping he may know the whereabouts of my wife,” Lucius said.
“Cissy has been corrupted, just as your son has! She has betrayed our Lord and fled!” Bellatrix hissed, narrowing her eyes at Lucius who gave her a cold look before turning his attention back to Voldemort who had yet to give him permission to actively try and get the information from the Potter boy.
“Very well, however, if you do manage to find her, bring her before me,” Voldemort ordered.
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Draco didn't know how much more he could take of this waiting game. It had been two days since he had heard anything from Snape, who had been waiting to be summoned by the Dark Lord, but there had been no news since then, so Draco didn't know if his Godfather had been summoned or not. It had been suggested that Blaise and Draco return to Hogwarts but the blond boy had refused, wanting to spend the time in a comfortable familiar place, not pacing around school waiting for the bad news.
“Draco, darling.” Narcissa's calm voice broke through her son's thoughts and Draco looked up at her. “Someone will contact us when they know something,” she said and Draco sighed and nodded.
“I know, but it doesn't stop me from worrying!” Draco did his best not to snap at his mother; it would not go over well if he started taking his anger out on other people, it would not make the situation better. Blaise already hadn't spoken a word to him after finding out about the portkey and the fact that Draco had kept it secret from not only him but Harry as well.
“The bond you have with Harry, is there something you could do for him that way?” Narcissa suggested as she came to sit next to her son.
“I have tried, but... it's painful; he's scared and confused half the time, other times he's in pain... but it's not as bad as I thought it might be,” Draco said, obviously confused about this. “I don't know if that means he has managed to block me or if he's not really being tortured...” Draco shuddered at the thought, hoping it was the latter.
Narcissa wrapped her arms around Draco, pulling him into what she hoped was a comforting hug, kissing the top of her son's head. “I think you should try and talk to Blaise, you are both bonded to Harry and he is just as worried about him as you are,” Narcissa said and Draco sighed shaking his head.
“Blaise doesn't want to talk to me... I really messed up, I thought it would be better if I didn't tell anyone about the portkey... and then I just kind of forgot about it. I never should have done that, to forget about something like that...” Draco shook his head.
“You were wrong, dragon, but sitting here worrying by yourself isn't helping anything. Go apologise properly to Blaise; Harry is going to need the two of you working together when he comes back,” Narcissa said and Draco sighed and nodded.
“I will try and talk to Blaise again,” Draco said, slowly pulling away from his mother and standing up. He was sure that things wouldn't go all that well if he tried talking to Blaise again but his mother was right, Harry was going to need them both when he was rescued. Narcissa watched her son go with a sad expression, she wanted to tell him what she was planning but he son was worried enough about Harry and would insist on going with her. She had already told Elladora her plan, and the Italian woman had agreed to keep the boys occupied.
Letting out a long sigh, Narcissa stood up and went to the main entrance, looking at the fireplace before taking a pinch of floo-powder and throwing it into the fire. Staring at the green flames for a moment before stepping in. “Malfoy Manor,” she said clearly, closing her eyes and making sure there was no emotion showing, knowing Lucius would be very displeased with her disappearance.
There was no one there to greet her when she stepped out of the floo, and Narcissa was glad for that, it meant that no one was expecting her. So she made her way straight to Lucius' study. The man was not in there, but Narcissa didn't think it would be a good idea to go searching for her husband throughout the whole house, so she took a seat next to the fireplace and waited.
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Harry felt the now familiar pain in his stomach, like a knife being twisted. Lucius was once again standing in front of his cell, the man looking as proper as always. “Are you willing to answer my questions today, Mr. Potter?” Lucius asked and Harry sighed.
“Doesn't matter if I answer or not, you're still going to torture me!” Harry snapped.
“I have told you before, you are not the one who is suffering the most,” Lucius said, exasperated that he had to once again explain things to the captive boy.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, you ask me stupid question, if I answer, you torture Draco, if I don't answer, you still torture Draco. You haven't even given me any proof that your son is here!” Harry hissed as another stabbing pain ripped through his stomach and chest.
“I thought the pain you were in would be proof enough,” Lucius said as he raised an eyebrow. “The only thing the spell I cast did was amplify your bond with my son. Though if it is proof that you want...” Lucius smirked and Harry didn't like that one bit.
Another set of footsteps were heard coming down towards his cell and Harry turned his head in the direction. A man that Harry had seen once before was dragging a bloody body behind him, dropping it right in front of Harry's cell with an evil smirk at the chained up boy. Harry didn't want to look at the body, afraid of what he would see, but a small pained moan from the person had Harry's eyes drifting down to stare at familiar grey ones.
Draco was covered from head to toe in blood, his once pristine clothing was now in tatters around the battered body, a large gash that started from Draco's navel that moved up to his neck was still bleeding indicating that the wound was most likely fresh.
“Thank you, Macnair, I will take care of this from here,” Lucius said and the man who had brought Draco down nodded once, giving one more evil grin in Harry's direction before he left the dungeon.
“Draco...?” Harry asked quietly but the grey eyes just continued staring at him as if they weren't quite seeing the person in front of them.
“My son has been as reluctant as you are about giving me the information that I want,” Lucius said and Harry snapped his attention back up to the blond man.
“How could you do something like that! To your own son!” Harry shouted, pulling on his restraints.
“He is the only thing in my life that I have ever truly regretted,” Lucius said easier than any father should be able to and that made Harry even angrier, pulling more furiously at his bindings.
“I'm going to kill you! When I get out of here I will kill you! And Voldemort! And I will burn this fucking house to the ground!” Harry shouted, his anger fueling his magic, but he still couldn't use it; there wasn't enough built up to break the wards that were around his cell, so even if he could get free of the chains, he would still be stuck.
“Lucy,” a sickly sweet voice said from down the hall and Lucius visibly cringed at the sound of Bellatrix's voice.
“I will cut that tongue out of your mouth if you ever dare to call me that again,” Lucius hissed, turning to see his psychotic sister-in-law.
“Our Lord wishes to have a word with you,” she said and Lucius sighed, glancing back at Harry, who once again was watching the body of Draco.
“Very well, do try not to have too much fun with the boy,” Lucius ordered and he left Bellatrix alone with Harry.
Bellatrix stepped up to the bars of the cell and looked at Harry, who was refusing to look at her. “You are right where you belong, wee-baby-Potter,” she said and Harry still refused to turn his gaze away from Draco, watching the slow rise and fall of the other boy's chest. Bellatrix looked down at the pitiful site of her nephew. “Are you worried about the traitor?” she questioned, pressing her boot down onto Draco's head satisfied by the frightened whimper it pulled from the boy.
“Don't touch him!” Harry glared at her and Bellatrix laughed.
“Don't touch him?” she questioned, “You mean like this?” She pressed the heel of her boot down harder on the boy's head. “Or perhaps you mean like this?” She pulled her wand out and pointed at Draco. “Crucio!” She laughed, her foot still pressing firmly on the boy's head as he writhed and screamed on the floor.
“STOP IT!” Harry's screams couldn't be heard over Draco's, even after the curse was lifted the blond boy continued sobbing in pain.
“Poor ickle-dragon,” Bellatrix said, pouting as she knelt down and lifted the blond boy up roughly making him cry out in pain again. Before Harry could do or say anything that might convince Bellatrix to stop, she had wrapped her arms around Draco's shaking shoulders, gripped his head and jerked it roughly. The audible snap of the bone breaking seemed to echo more off the walls of Harry's cell than the blond boy's screams had.
Bellatrix laughed as she looked at the devastated look on Harry's face, right before the cold anger overtook it. She pointed her wand at Harry and said the spell that Voldemort had instructed her to use. “Somnium,” she said, watching in satisfaction as Harry's eyes widened for a moment before they slid shut and he slumped back against the wall, in a spell induced dream for the next few hours.
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Gentle hands were rubbing at his forehead and Harry batted them away. “...no...” Harry mumbled, not wanting to be touched by anyone; the vivid image of Draco being dead on the floor in front of him was still haunting him.
“Shh, Harry it's alright,” the gentle and somewhat familiar voice said. “Mum's got you.”
Harry's eyes snapped open, green eyes locking with another set of equally green eyes as Lily smiled down at him. Harry screamed and sat up moving away from her quickly. “Harry, it's okay sweetie,” Lily said in such a calming voice that Harry almost wanted to listen to her, but she wasn't real, this couldn't be real.
“You... you're not here, you're dead, you're not real,” Harry said, shaking his head, but her hand on his forehead had felt real.
Lily gave Harry a very worried look, “I think I need to call the healer, your fever seems to be worse than I thought,” she said and moved to stand up. Harry stared as she went to the door. “James! Come here quickly!” Lily ordered and Harry continued staring as Lily came back to the bed that Harry was sitting on.
Thundering footsteps were heard in the hallway moments before the door burst open and James came hurrying into the room. “What is it?” James asked, pausing when he saw that Harry was awake and staring at him. “Oh, thank Merlin, he's awake,” James sighed in relief.
“He is awake, but I think his fever is worse,” Lily said and James' relief was replaced with worry once again.
“Worse?” James moved over to the bed and looked at Harry. “He's awake and he his face doesn't look so red any more, how can it be worse?” he questioned, looking at Lily again. Harry frowned looking between the two of them; real or not he didn't like them talking about him as if he weren't there at all.
“I don't have a fever!” Harry snapped. “Stop talking about me like I can't hear you or anything.”
James blinked at him for a moment before he laughed. “Seems perfectly fine to me,” James said with a shrug..
“I am fine... no, wait, I'm not fine.” Harry frowned shaking his head.
“Well, which one is it?” James asked.
“I feel fine, but I can't be fine because you're both here! How... you can't be here, you're both dead! This... this is another trick, Voldemort is doing something to my head and this is just another trick!” Harry covered his ears.
“Voldemort...” Lily said, letting out a long sigh. “That's what this is about?” She turned and hit James hard in the arm. “I TOLD you not to let him watch those movies while he was sick!” she scolded and James just laughed.
“Alright, you go and get his potions, and I'll calm him down a bit okay?” James said and Lily huffed before standing, giving Harry another concerned look before she left the room. James then turned his full attention towards Harry.
“Okay, now it's just us guys, what is really the matter?” James asked Harry, who stared at him. “You can't have really been that bothered by such a corny horror movie could you?”
“...Horror movie?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, the one about the snake man Voldemort, going around killing all the parents and kidnapping children to be in his zombie army of death eaters?” James said and Harry stared at him like he had gone completely insane.
"That..." Harry wasn't sure what to even say in response, it really did sound like something out of a bad horror movie.
"I know, one of Sirius' dumb finds," James said, grinning. "Honestly though, I wouldn't have let you watch it if I thought it would give you nightmares," James admitted, his smile falling from his face. "So what was your nightmare about?" James asked.
Harry shook his head. “It wasn't a nightmare, it was real, this is the dream,” Harry insisted.
"Why are you so sure that this is a dream?" James questioned.
"Because you're dead, mum is dead, you both died when I was a year old and... and I don't know anything about this place, I don't know where I am, but I remember everything else, I remember growing up without you," Harry said and James reached out putting a finger on Harry's lips to stop him from talking.
“That is side effects from the potions that you have been on,” James said. “The healer warned us about it.” James moved his hand to rest on Harry's shoulder smiling at his son. "Concentrate on me, do I feel like a dream to you?" James asked and Harry could only shake his head because he could feel the warmth coming from the hand holding his shoulder, could feel the weight of it.
"No...it feels real, but..."
"It was just a nightmare, Harry, whatever it was." James said, giving Harry's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“You said I was on potions...what kind of potions?” Harry asked and James sighed.
“You've never been all that healthy, Harry, the healers told us when you were born that there was a chance that you might not live longer than a week. But there was a specialist that figured out a way that we could tap into your magical core and use that to keep you alive, it's not perfect and well... you are more or less a squib because of it, but you're alive.” James said, looking seriously at Harry, who stared at him with wide eyes.
“So... I don't have any magic?” Harry wasn't sure what to feel about that, he remembered his last dream when he had been back with the Dursley's, and what it had felt like not to have magic then.
“No, you do have magic, Harry, you just can't use it like other wizards can because all your magic is being used to keep you alive,” James said and Harry looked down at his hands.
“What if I had to use my magic to defend myself?” Harry questioned softly and James sighed.
“Then you'll get sick again, that's what happened this time, you were being picked on by some local kids who dared you to fly, but even that was too much for you to handle and you fell from the broom. You've been in and out of consciousness for the past week with a very high fever. I know it's not fair that you can't use your magic properly but at the cost of your own life...” James shook his head taking a deep breath. “You're fifteen now and I think you are old enough to start making your own stupid choices, Merlin knows I made plenty of them at your age,” James said with a grin. “But please, if you want to do something like this again, just talk to me your mother about it first? We can start looking into other treatments for you, maybe start looking in the muggle world,” James offered and Harry could only nod his head slowly.
James let out a relieved sigh before reaching out and pulling Harry into a tight hug. “You and your mother are my whole world, I would do anything to keep you two safe,” James said and Harry couldn't help but hug him back.
“...I know...” Harry whispered back, despite knowing that this was a dream and it was eventually going to end, he figured that there was no harm in going along with it for now, because when he did wake up he was still going to be locked up, and Draco was still going to be dead. That thought alone had Harry holding tighter onto James.

TBC
I hope you all liked chapter 27! I have already started working on chapter 28!
And a bit of information on the spells that I have put in this chapter.
1: Somnium, is a dreaming spell (though I would hope that it would have been rather obvious.) It puts the target in a deep dreaming sleep that can last anywhere from 6-24 hours. Depending on how much magic is put into the spell. The stronger the magic, the longer the spell lasts.
2: Sancti Dolor, it is a two part spell. The first part is called Entitas Dolor is cast on one target while Sancti Dolor is cast on someone else. Anyone under the effects of Sancti Dolor will feel any pain from the first target. So in this chapter, Lucius cast Sancti Dolor on Harry, while he had cast Entitas Dolor on 'Draco' so that Harry could be tortured with the knowledge that the pain he is feeling wasn't his own.
I just wanted to put that little bit in here in case anyone had any questions about the two spells. (I hope it's not confusing at all!)
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