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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
- 27
- 28
Epilogue

This is the end. Beautiful friend. This is the end. My only friend, the end - The Doors

It had been exactly one month since the rather anti-climactic defeat of Voldemort. The wizard-world in general had gone back to it's normal existence, almost as if there had never been a threat in the first place. Harry's fears of fame had been put to rest as there was no mention of a "Harry Potter Day" or other such rot.
Lucius Malfoy was currently undergoing intensive therapy at St. Mungo's for his extended exposure to the Imperius. Narcissa was scheduled to receive the Dementor's kiss the very next day, and Harry and Draco had taken up residence in Draco's childhood home; Malfoy Manor.
The entire contents of Slytherin's Study had been emptied and moved into the Manor with Harry and Draco. Harry didn't trust that someone else wouldn't stumble upon the room at some point so he'd taken everything with him.
Plans had been made to remodel the wizard world over the next ten years, slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion. There would be changes to the educational system - muggle-born children would have to be brought up to speed before being integrated into classes with the children born to wizard families. Any muggle-born wanting to return to the muggle world after Hogwarts would be Obliviated and have their magic suppressed as a safety measure. Draco had a lot of ideas on how to improve their society and Harry was more than willing to listen to them.
Pansy and Neville had sent them an invitation to their wedding, it was planned for later that summer. Neville had asked Harry to be his best man. Harry had teasingly suggested to Draco that he'd make a lovely bridesmaid. He had been tackled and then tickled until his sides hurt for it.
Life, as far as Harry was concerned, was grand. Well, other than the fact that he'd not spoken to Ron or Hermione since the day after Voldemort was killed.
To say that things with Ron and Hermione had changed would be an understatement. They just couldn't understand Harry anymore, he had changed from the boy they once knew, and he was fine with it. They weren't. He wondered sometimes, how either of them would have coped had they been forced to endure the things he had. He doubted they would have survived at all, let alone done so as well as he had. Then again, he had Draco to get him through the worst of it.
Draco had been there for him every step of the way since that first night after the Quidditch game. He'd held him through his tears, talked him through his fears, offered opinions and advice on everything from revenge to politics to fashion and never once complained about Harry's reluctance to cross that last barrier between them; allowing Draco to take him.
He was still amazed at the patience and depth of feeling the other man had for him. He never would have associated Draco Malfoy with understanding the concept of love, let alone feeling it for another human being.
The days that followed the end of the war-that-never-really-started, saw Harry and Draco tying up loose ends on many different fronts. Greg Goyle had been restored to his former masculinity; a thing which pleased him greatly. Vincent Crabbe had turned up at the gates of the School - having been dropped off by the Knight Bus - and begged Dumbledore for asylum. He'd told him everything he knew about the Death Eaters, his father, the other Slytherin initiates, and his torture at his father's hands. Of course he refused to say why his father had tortured him. The fact that all of the Death Eaters had already been reprehended by the Aurors made Vince�s confession basically useless though.
If it weren't for the fact that Vince had helped Draco fight off his attackers in Hogsmeade, Harry would have... convinced... the authorities to put Crabbe away in Azkaban as well. He was still considering it, truth be told.
Nott had been found comatose in the front room of his house by his mother. Unfortunately for him, Nott's father had been a skilled Legilimens.
The last Quidditch match of the season had been cancelled due tot he fact that Slytherin was without two of it's players. Almost everyone was okay with it, other than Ron of course. Harry didn't care as he had no intention of playing anyway. Draco didn't care either as it would have been too easy a victory for him without Harry playing.
The Weasleys were beside themselves with worry over Ginny. The healers at St. Mungo's were dumbfounded. No one had ever seen anything like Ginevra Weasley before. They could find nothing wrong with her physically or mentally other than the fact that she seemed to know absolutely nothing. The Legilimens medi-wizard on staff said going into her mind was like peering into a void. There was just nothing there, he had given the family hope though by telling them that he didn't see any reason why she couldn't be re-taught. It would take years however to get her back to the point she was at before the incident.
Harry hoped she became a better person next time around. He would never forgive her for the way she had used and betrayed him. Which led him to his remembrances of Colin Creevy.

It was the day after Harry's defeat of Voldemort and Dumbledore had suspended classes in celebration. Most of the students had ventured outside to enjoy the weather, play games, or simply sit by the lake in groups and hang out. Hermione and Ron were with the rest of the Weasleys at St. Mungo's and Draco was in the dungeons catching up with Snape. Harry wanted to stay in bed with Draco all day, but he knew he needed to deal with Colin sooner than later and so after checking the Marauders Map, had made his way down to Colin's room.

As Harry walked into the sixth year boys dorm, he saw Colin curled up in his bed. He knew that the younger boy had begged off when the other Gryffs invited him to participate in a friendly game of Quidditch out on the pitch. It was the perfect time to talk to him, to find out why he had done what he did.
"Colin," Harry spoke, making the boy on the bed sit up in alarm.
"H-Harry? What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you, see, I recently learned a few things from Ginny Weasley. Thing having to do with you and her and the use of my hair in a polyjuice potion." Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "I want to know why you did it, Colin. Was it because it was the only way Ginny would have you, or was it something else? What possible reason could you have for exploiting me like that?"
"I-I wanted to know what it was like to be you," Colin whispered. "To feel important, and famous. I wanted to be someone for once in my life, not the creepy little kid with the camera who follows Harry Potter around." Colin looked up at Harry with such sadness in his eyes. "Can't you understand that?"
"Important? Famous? Is that all you really see when you look at me, Colin? Do you not see the way I've suffered? How people around me died just because they happened to know me, because I happened to love them? Did I ever ask to be famous, to have the entire wizard world breathing down my neck and speculating about every little thing I've ever done?"
"Er, no, but come on, Harry! Who wouldn't want to be The-Boy-Who-Lived! Even for an hour?" Colin asked.
Harry sighed. "You just don't get it do you? I guess I'll have to show you that there is more to being Harry Potter than getting your picture in the Prophet and having bullshit articles written about you."
Leaning down until he was face to face with the younger boy, Harry whispered to him, "You're going to be sorry you ever wished to be me," and with that said, Harry delved into Collin's mind, giving him the worst memories he could think of.
Waking up in a small dark room, body wracked with sobs from the unending nightmares he suffered and knowing that no one was going to come to comfort him. Of falling down and skinning his knee and having his cousin laugh at him and then kick him in the head. Of burning himself on the stove element while trying to cook breakfast because he was only a child and far too small to reach the switches properly.
Colin whimpered in protest, but Harry was relentless. He pushed the memories in faster. Christmas mornings watching Dudley open gifts while he received nothing at all - or even worse, having his hopes raised by actually getting a gift and have it turn out to be a pair of his Uncles� old socks, or a scrap of newspaper. Birthdays that went by not only uncelebrated, but unnoticed as well. Not being able to make friends at school because his cousin was a bully and told the other kids that Harry was a freak and if they hung out with him then they'd be freaks too and he would beat them up.
Harry smiled almost viciously when he began to put his memories of the wizard world into Colin's head. Almost falling off his broom - so sure that Professor Snape was trying to kill him. Fluffy and the trapdoor, the tasks he had to complete to get to the stone, and seeing Voldemort that first time on the back of Quirrel's head. How he had been forced to become a murderer at the tender age of eleven in order to save his own life.
Second year how everyone was afraid of him and talked about him behind his back. How he thought he was going mad because he heard voices in the walls. Ginny Weasley and the sixteen year old version of Voldemort down in the Chamber of Secrets. Fighting the basilisk and knowing that he was going to die when it bit him.
Third year hadn't yet begun but he was running away from home after blowing up his Uncle's sister Marge. Being stuck at Hogwarts because Sirius Black was after him. Dementors, and the Slytherins harassing him. Finding out that Sirius was innocent, and his godfather, and still having to live with the Dursleys because Siri was a fugitive.
Fourth year and the Tri-wizard Tournament. Having his best friend stop talking to him over something that wasn't his fault. The Slytherins teasing him constantly. Grabbing the trophy with Cedric and being pulled away. Kill the spare, and Cedric's body falling to the ground. Crucio and fear and cutting and blood. Chained and helpless, watching Voldemort reborn from the cauldron; knowing it was his blood that allowed it to happen.
Fifth year, Voldemort in his head. Visions and possession. Occlumency with Snape. The Department of Mysteries and the Prophecy. Ron and Hermione hurt, his friends battling with Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy pointing his wand at him. Bellatrix and Sirius, Sirius falling through the veil.
Sixth year, training with Dumbledore and Snape. Order missions are discovered, Lupin is missing. Moody and Tonks coming to Hogwarts to tell him. Ron and Hermione getting together, Harry feeling left behind. Christmas at the Burrow and falling fast and hard for Charlie Weasley. Coming back to school feeling happier than he had in months only to have it all fall apart with one simple letter; Charlie had broken things off because Harry was just to high risk.
Seventh year and his break up with Oliver Wood. Finding out about his Mother's actual lineage, and how much power he truly held. Crucio, over and over. Pain, blinding, bone-melting, eye-popping pain. Being raped with his broomstick unable to defend himself because Dumbledore ordered him to keep his powers a secret. Nightmares and fear of being touched. Sleeping down in the Chamber because he didn't feel safe in his own room. Slamming Dean against the wall and stunning Seamus because they snuck up on him, running through the castle, across the grounds and into the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow.
By the time Harry withdrew, Colin possessed every bad memory Harry had ever lived through. Harry had locked the knowledge into Collin's mind and left the boy shaking and crying on his bed.

As Harry shook off the memories, he felt Draco stir in his arms and placed a soft kiss on the back of his lover's neck. He felt Draco shiver in response and grinned before doing again.
"Good morning, love," Draco said softly as he turned over to face Harry.
"Good morning to you too," Harry replied, slipping his finger into Draco's mouth and giving him a freshening charm before leaning in and capturing his lips in a long, slow kiss.
When they pulled apart, breathless and smiling, Draco propped himself up on one elbow and regarded Harry with scrutiny. "So, what do you want to do today?"
Harry grinned and trailed a finger down Draco's chest suggestively. Draco chuckled.
"Alright, what do you want to do after that?"
Well," Harry said as he pulled Draco down on top of him and draped one leg over his lover's hip, "I suppose now that we've spent our official 'one month in bed together', we probably should take that shopping trip we never got around to."
Draco's eyes lit up and he kissed Harry soundly. "That is a brilliant idea! I'm so glad I thought of it."
"Prat," Harry said with a smile before drawing Draco's lips to his own once again.
It was several hours before they left the room.
~!~

The End.
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