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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29138 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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“Stupid blasted thing won’t open!” Sirius growled, slamming his hand against the wall, “We have to get in there and find out what that old coot did to my godson!”

“There must be another way,” Narcissa fretted, “Did you never find a hidden passage to the headmaster’s chambers when you were in school?” They had been trying unsuccessfully to get into the headmaster’s office for the past twenty minutes, and both were getting rather frustrated.

“No,” Sirius shook his head, “If there is one it’s keyed to only open for the current headmaster. Maybe I can get a broom and fly up to the window…”

“It is warded,” Sirius and Narcissa spun around and saw Minerva McGonagall standing behind them, looking uncertain, “I’m glad to see you are alive Sirius; Harry was very hurt when he lost you. I-have information that may help your search for him; I know I should have told someone earlier, however I-” She sighed and shook her head; “Please follow me Sirius, Mrs. Malfoy.” Sirius and Narcissa exchanged a glance as the professor began walking down the hallway; Sirius shrugged and they followed her up to her personal office.

“What’s going on Minerva?” Sirius asked as the Deputy Headmistress directed them to sit in front of her desk, “Do you know what happened to Harry? And where did Dumbledore send Remus and Severus?”

“This is hard for me,” McGonagall began, ignoring his questions for now, “Albus was always-still is-a great wizard, and he cares a great deal about this school and everyone in it-”

“Except for the Slytherin’s,” Narcissa interrupted drily, “Excuse me, Minerva, but my sons’ fiancé is missing and if you know where he is-”

“Just, please let me explain,” McGonagall said, “I need you to understand, everything Albus did was for the Greater Good of the wizarding world and-I believed-Harry’s own protection; Albus has so much to take care of and with that fool Fudge as minister he has been busier than ever. We have all been so worried about Harry ever since he left his relative’s house, and Albus said that your son Draco has been turning him against us and encouraging him to join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…” She trailed off, frowning and Sirius and Narcissa waited impatiently for her to continue.

“Enough of this Minerva,” Sirius huffed when the older witch remained quiet, “You followed Dumbledore because you thought he was doing the right thing, blah, blah, blah. We get it. Now tell us what’s going on or I will borrow some veritaserum from Snape and force the truth out of you! I swear if Harry is being hurt somewhere I will make you suffer for it!” McGonagall was taken aback by Sirius’ threat, but it served its purpose as she nodded her head once before continuing.

“Albus wanted to find a way to break Harry and Draco’s connection,” she said softly, “So he purchased a potion that would make Harry susceptible to anything Albus told him, and he enlisted Zacharias Smith to help him administer it to Harry; from what I understand Albus promised that he would get Harry to bond with Zacharias if they succeeded in separating him from Draco. I am not sure how Smith got close enough to Harry to give him the potion, however Albus was as surprised as everyone else when he vanished. As far as I know Harry is not in any physical danger; the potion merely allows Albus access to his mind and his memories.”

“So Dumbledore has invaded my godsons mind to turn him against Draco,” Sirius summed up, “Does he not realize that this could cause Harry’s death?! Harry and Draco signed a contract with a blood quill-it is binding on both parts, and if Dumbledore convinces Harry to try and break their agreement it will kill him-possibly kill both of them!”

“That man is messing with magic he knows nothing about,” Narcissa added coolly, glaring at McGonagall, “The rituals and magic used in my kingdom are vastly different from what you use here; did you know that he has been trying to break into the realm? Your precious Dumbledore has been attempting to take over my kingdom, for the Greater Good I’m sure. What about Severus and Remus? Where did he send them?”

“I did not find out until Albus had already sent him off,” McGonagall said, “He sent Severus and Remus to infiltrate a pack of werewolves, but it was a trap; he said that Severus was a traitor and we needed to get him out of the way. I-I don’t know if I agree with that, however I would have at least tried to warn Remus; Albus simply used him as a way to get Severus to the werewolves, where Greyback will be waiting to take care of them. I’m afraid they don’t have much chance of survival.”

“Bullshit!” Sirius said, once more startling McGonagall with his anger, “Give me the coordinates; I’ll go find them-no one will be expecting me since they all think I’m dead.” McGonagall tightened her lips disapprovingly but none-the-less nodded and wrote down the information on a slip of paper that she slid over to Sirius.

“You can’t go alone Cousin,” Narcissa said, “You will need back up; use the family mirror to contact Nymphadora-my sister was disowned, but Mother was not able to take the mirror from her and I expect she has passed it onto Nymphadora. Save Severus and Remus and I will help Draco find Harry. Stay safe.”

“I will,” Sirius promised as he got to his feet; he leaned down and kissed Narcissa on the cheek, “You stay safe too Cissa.” He gave McGonagall a terse nod and then left the room.

“Are you willing to help us?” Narcissa asked, “Or do you still intend to protect the headmaster?”

“I can’t just turn my back on him,” McGonagall replied shaking her head slowly “I owe him too much, and I know that he has our best interests at heart; he merely had a momentary lapse in judgment.”

“Very well,” Narcissa nodded as she got to her feet, “Then you can stay here while we find Harry.” She swept out of the room and, after casting some locking and warding charms on the office, went back down the hallway in search of Draco.

She found Draco, along with a small group of his classmates, about thirty minutes later as they were coming down the main staircase. Draco was leading the group, with Ron and Hermione a few steps behind on his left, Pansy and Blaise on his right, and Ginny and Theo bringing up the rear.

“There you are Draco!” She said, “I have been looking for you; I know what happened to Harry, or at least part of it.”

“We found some information as well,” Draco informed Narcissa, falling into step beside her, “and we are on our way to confront Dumbledore and Smith to find out where Harry is.”

“I am afraid you won’t be able to; the headmaster has locked himself in his office,” Narcissa informed him, “Sirius and I were unable to get in, however we did speak to Professor McGonagall and she told us that Severus and Remus were sent straight into a trap.”

“A trap?” Hermione questioned, “What sort of trap?”

“The kind where Dumbledore sent them to infiltrate a pack of werewolves,” Narcissa replied, “and then he told the pack that Severus and Remus were coming.”

“No!” Pansy paled, “I overheard Father talking and the Dark Lord has named Severus as a traitor! He will be killed!”

“Calm down dear,” Narcissa said softly, “Sirius has the coordinates that they were sent to; he is on his way to rescue them as we speak.”

“That means we can focus on finding Harry,” Draco said, “Did McGonagall tell you that Harry was given two potions which react badly together?”

“No,” Narcissa frowned, “What did you find out?”

“Ginny and Blaise went to the infirmary and spoke to Madame Pomfrey,” Draco told her, “She informed them that Dumbledore had sent Harry to her in order to take a contraceptive potion, and that she warned him not to take any other potions for the next twenty-four hours; evidently Dumbledore did not know that and so the mind-invasion potion Smith gave him caused Harry to pass out-now we just need to figure out where Dumbledore sent him…”

“Maybe…maybe Dumbledore didn’t send him anywhere,” Theo said slowly, “Draco-didn’t you say that your bonding rings are emergency port-keys? What if Harry activated his before he passed out?”

“No,” Narcissa shook her head, “I programmed the port key to bring the boys back to the castle if activated, and the wards would have alerted me if Harry came through.”

“It might have been accidental magic,” Hermione mused, “Harry told me about an instance when he was younger, before he attended Hogwarts, where he was trying to run from some bullies and he wound up on the roof of his primary school. What if his body recognized the danger and apparated him to safety? No, wait;” she shook her head, “Apparition does not work on school grounds, so that can’t be it…”

“Well, maybe we should search the places where Harry feels safe anyway,” Ron suggested, “I’m sure he isn’t at the Burrow ‘cos Mum would have contacted us by now, but there’s still Grimmauld Place and…well, he always said he felt the safest here.” The redhead frowned; “Where else can we look?”

“According to the twins map he is in a safe place, but it is warded so that we can’t find him,” Draco said, “Which means wherever he is, it’s most likely under the Fidelius…”Draco trailed off as a haunting melody filled the corridor, and moments later there was a bright flash of light as Fawkes appeared in front of them.

“Fawkes!” Ginny cried, “What are you doing here?” The phoenix trilled, a long high note and looked Draco in the eye.

“What does he want?” Draco frowned when the phoenix turned its back on him, waving its’ tail feathers in front of him.

“He wants you to grab on,” Ron said excitedly, “That’s how he acted in second year when he flew us out of the Chamber of Secrets; maybe Fawkes is taking you to Harry!”

“No,” Narcissa protested, “You cannot go alone Draco; what if Harry is injured or there are enemies around?”

“I have to go,” Draco said softly, “We can’t leave him there; once I find him I can open a portal up back here, and if that fails I will activate my port key to return home. Don’t worry Mother; I will return with Harry as soon as possible; Luna has the password to our rooms, so if you like a few of you can wait there and the rest of you can wait at the infirmary. And yes; I will be careful.” He gave Narcissa a kiss on the cheek and then took hold of Fawkes' tail; the two vanished in a brilliant flash of fire.

**********

Once he left the school Sirius used Narcissa’s mirror to contact Tonks; the young Auror was surprised and delighted to see her favorite cousin alive once again and quickly agreed to join him on his mission to rescue Severus and Remus.

“Okay,” Sirius began once they apparated to the coordinates McGonagall had provided; they were in the woods outside of an old stone building where four men were standing guard; “I’m going to turn into my animagus form and try to get in without being noticed-”

“Too dangerous,” Tonks interrupted, “You’ll be too vulnerable. I’ll change my appearance to look like Lucius-” It was Sirius’ turn to interrupt her;

“That won’t work,” he said, “Lucius hasn’t reported to Voldemort since the middle of summer and Snape said that he was declared a traitor.”

“Okay, then we need another way to get in and find Remus and Snape,” Tonks said, “We need a distraction so that one of us can sneak in and find them.” As Tonks finished speaking they heard a loud explosion, and watched as the four sentries all ran inside.

“Looks like we got our distraction,” Sirius grinned, “Let’s go Tonks!” Sirius ran for the building in the center of the werewolf camp with Tonks right behind him; once they got inside they were greeted by chaos-werewolves and low-level Death Eaters were running around, yelling.

“Find them!” One of the Death Eater’s was yelling at a werewolf, “The Dark Lord will not be pleased if the traitor Snape escapes; we must find them! Our Lord would prefer to have Snape alive, but if we must kill him to keep him from escaping then so be it.”

“This is our base,” the werewolf snarled back, “We know this place inside and out-they will not escape. Greyback went to alert the Dark Lord and they will be back within the hour-we will find the prisoners before then. We need to split our people into search groups.” The Death Eater nodded and their voices dropped as they walked away.

“They didn’t even realize that we’re here,” Tonks whispered, “Where should we start?”

“This looks like an old Muggle prison,” Sirius replied just as quietly, “The most secure cells will most likely be on the lower levels, but I’m sure they’ve managed to move up from there by now…if only I had a drop of blood from either of them I could use the twins map…”

“You Marauders overthink things,” Tonks scoffed and held out her hand, her wand lying flat on the palm; “Point me: Severus Snape.” The wand rose above her hand a few inches and spun around before stopping and shooting out a pale purple light. “I altered the spell a bit,” she grinned at Sirius, “Makes it easier to follow, and the wand will shoot off sparks if we turn in the wrong direction. Ready?” Sirius nodded and they headed further into the old prison, following the purple light.

******************

As the cell door exploded Remus rushed out first, followed quickly by Severus; there were four werewolves in the hallway, and the two wizards wasted no time in throwing some binding potions. This group was caught unaware and had no time to do anything but shout for help, so Severus and Remus made their way out of the hallway unscathed, but the startled yells alerted the rest of the werewolves to their escape. When they climbed the stairs to the next level a group of werewolves and a couple of Death Eaters were waiting for them; as Remus was in front he took the brunt of the attack and was knocked down.

Severus was a few steps behind Remus, so when he went down the potions master threw a blinding potion and the enemies surrounding them howled in pain as they clutched at their eyes; Severus took this opportunity to throw more of the body bind potions and then turned to help Remus, but the other man had already taken care of his two attackers, knocking them out cold.

“That was far too easy,” Severus commented, “Your lip is bleeding.”

“Yeah; one of them actually bit me,” Remus shook his head, “Greyback has been encouraging them to embrace their inner wolf, and many of them still act like animals even when it isn’t a full moon.” He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at his lip, wincing a bit, and then put it away. “The ones we just fought are low in the pack; as we get to the upper floors we will come across the stronger wolves, and Greyback will most likely be the last one we encounter. Did you recognize the Death Eater’s?”

“No,” Severus shook his head, “I’m sure they are some of the low-level followers-new members; most high-level Death Eater’s will not be at a werewolf compound unless ordered, and they would never stoop so low as to be stuck on guard duty with the wolves.” He paused for a moment and then continued, “So, we use the simple spells and potions for now and save the more powerful ones for our stronger enemies. Ready?” Remus nodded and they made their way down the corridor as silently as possible, on the look-out for more enemies.

They made it up two more floors without encountering anyone, and Remus was beginning to get nervous. When they passed a small alcove Remus pulled Severus inside.

“They’ve set another trap for us,” he murmured to Severus, “There should be sentries posted on every floor, especially since some of the wolves from before managed to yell out a warning…”

“Can you not sniff them out?” Severus inquired.

“No,” Remus shook his head, “I can’t smell anything actually; it’s as if someone-”

“Dropped a potion to negate you sense of smell,” Severus interrupted, “I created such a potion for the Dark Lord years ago; I had no idea he was still using it. Well, we can’t stay here all day-we still need to get out there and find Harry.”

“Right,” Remus nodded, “Let me go first so-”

“Let her go you filthy Death Eater scum!” The sound of a familiar voice shouting interrupted what Remus was saying, and he and Severus exchanged a glance before Remus stuck his head out of the alcove; the scene before him made him growl low in the back of his throat until Severus yanked him back, casting a quick silencing spell.

“What is Black doing?” At Remus’s incredulous look Severus rolled his eyes, “I can recognize his voice as well as you, Wolf. So?”

“Well, I would guess that Sirius came after us on a rescue mission,” Remus replied, “Not sure exactly how he knew we were in trouble, but he brought Tonks with him, and she’s being held at wand point by four Death Eater’s, while roughly a half dozen werewolves have them surrounded.”

“Stupid Mutt,” Severus muttered, shaking his head, “Idiot. Well, I suppose we had better go save our rescuers.” Remus nodded his agreement as Severus cancelled the silencing spell and they exited the alcove to join the fight.

***************

“Draco, please,” Harry pleaded as the blond trapped him against the wall, “I tried to get away from him; I told him to leave me alone! You have to believe me!”

“You were supposed to stay here and finish your homework,” Draco replied, “What were you doing out there if not secretly meeting with Smith?”

“I went to the library to look up bonding rituals,” Harry said, “I wanted some ideas for when we do the bonding ceremony; Smith showed up and I left, but he threw me against the wall!”

“And why did you not do as I said and return to our rooms afterwards?”

“Dumbledore wouldn’t let me,” Harry replied, “He said I had to go with him. He-he wanted to talk to me about you and about…about Voldemort.” Harry gasped in pain when Draco backhanded him.

“I have told you before not to say his name,” Draco growled, “You do not speak his name, understand?”

“Y-yes Draco,” Harry said, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“What did Dumbledore say to you?” Draco demanded, “About me and the Dark Lord?”

“I-it was just more lies,” Harry said quickly, looking down to avoid Draco’s gaze; he had decided that maybe it would be best if he didn’t repeat the headmaster’s words to his fiancé, “He-he was saying pretty much the same thing as before, that you are using me and he said that you are…going to turn me over to Vo-I mean, You-Know-Who.” Harry flinched when Draco raised his hand, but then he closed his eyes and sighed when the blond simply carded his fingers through Harry’s hair.

“You’re lying to me Pet,” Harry gasped when Draco tightened his fingers in his thick locks and forced him to look up into grey eyes, “What did he really say to you Harry?” Draco’s voice was low and threatening, and Harry trembled at the anger underlying the calmness.

“I told you,” Harry forced his voice not to waver, “He said that you are using me and will turn me over to…Him.”

“For shame Harry,” Draco shook his head, “tsk”ing and raised his wand, “I suppose we shall have to do this the hard way; at least, it will not be pleasant for you.” The blond pointed his wand at Harry’s head and said a single word; “Leglimens.” Harry gasped in pain as his mind was invaded; he struggled as Draco watched his meeting with Dumbledore, and then his meeting with Smith flashed before his eyes. When the spell was cancelled Harry slumped weakly against the wall with his eyes closed, and he would have fallen if not for Draco’s bruising grip on his arms.

“So, now you know,” Draco said thoughtfully, “I had thought to keep you in the dark for a bit longer, but that meddlesome old fool just couldn’t leave well enough alone.” Harry’s eyes opened wide in disbelief as he stared at Draco.

“Y-you can’t mean-it’s not true?” Harry asked weakly, “You’re not-this wasn’t part of a plan to help-”

“The Dark Lord?” Draco supplied, “Well Harry, actually this was all part of His plan; Severus discovered that you are a horcrux, and the Dark Lord tasked me with keeping you alive, and under control. As a reward, I am to be his right hand when I graduate, and I get to keep you and do with you as I wish-provided it doesn’t cause your death of course.”

“No,” Harry shook his head in denial, “It can’t be true. What about-everything that we’ve been through? You helped me rescue Sirius!”

“Sirius? Sirius is dead,” Draco told him, “What could ever possess you to believe that he is alive or that I would help you to rescue him? As for everything that happened this summer, it was all part of my plan to make you mine-and it worked.” Harry continued to shake his head wordlessly. “Oh yes; now that you know, you have two choices Pet-you can make this easy for yourself and do as I say, or I can simply make you do as I say.”

“What-why are you doing this?” Harry whispered, “I just-I don’t understand.”

“I am doing this because I can,” Draco replied, “and for revenge. You rejected me in front of the Weasel-no one has ever turned me down before. You humiliated me in our first flying lesson and then you managed to get on the Quidditch team and get a new broom, and all of this was just in first year. What about third year, when you snuck into Hogsmeade so that you could throw mud in my face?” Harry was still shaking his head silently, and Draco cupped his face gently; “Oh yes, there are many things that you have yet to be punished for, but we will take care of that. I have a list you see, a list of all the wrongs you and your friends have committed against me; as their leader I feel it is only right for you to make atonement on their behalf. Before we go into the past however, we need to take care of that rebellious streak of yours; remove your clothing Harry.” Draco stepped back and looked at Harry expectantly, but the brunet merely turned his head away, hands at his side.

“It is not wise to make me wait Pet,” Draco said, “Do as I say, or face the consequences.”

“I’ll take the consequences,” Harry replied, finally raising his eyes to meet Draco’s steely gaze with his own angry one, “You lied to me, abused me and took advantage of me-I will never give you what you want again, and if I get the chance to break this bond then you can be sure I’ll take it. You can’t keep me away from Dumbledore forever; I’ve already had that proven to me, so this bond is merely temporary; do your worst-if Voldemort couldn’t break me what makes you think you can?”

“Simple,” Draco replied with a chilling smile as he pointed his wand at the other boy, “You never loved the Dark Lord. Last chance Pet; remove your clothes, or I will do it for you.” Harry glared at the blond for a moment before lowering his eyes in submission and reaching up with trembling hands to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Very good,” Draco said condescendingly, lowering his wand; once it was pointed away from him Harry lunged at the other boy, knocking him to the ground and slapping his wand out of his hand.

The wand rolled away and, rather than search for it, Harry turned and ran for the door; his own wand was locked away in the desk and he knew he would never get to it before Draco could catch him. When he got to the stairs leading away from the bedroom and down to their sitting room Harry took a chance and jumped over the banister; he hit the ground rolling and slammed into an end table, knocking it over, but was quickly back on his feet, ignoring his pained ankle and the angry shout from behind him. Harry limped to the door and actually had his hand on the knob when Draco caught up with him.

“Crucio!” Draco cast the curse and Harry screamed in pain, hitting his knees as he fell to the ground. Draco kept the curse on him for three or four minutes, leaving Harry breathless from the pain when he finally cancelled it. Draco casually walked over to the younger boy and knelt beside him; he grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked Harry’s head back.

“That was very stupid,” the Slytherin said conversationally, “You have only made things worse for yourself. Get up.” The brunet whimpered as Draco pulled him to his feet by his hair; once he was standing Draco began dragging him across the room and up the staircase, shoving him roughly into the bedroom. By this time Harry had gotten his breath back and began struggling against Draco’s hold.

“Let me go Malfoy!” He growled at the blond, “I swear I will-”

“You’ll do what?” Draco mocked him, knocking him to the floor and kicking him in the side, “There’s nothing you can do Potter; you are mine, and I can do anything I want. Now, stand up.” Harry slowly got to his feet, one hand going to his bruised ribs.

The second he was on his feet, Harry rushed Draco again, but this time the blond was prepared and stepped out of the way, shoving Harry so that he fell into the desk; the blond stepped up behind him, grabbed him by his hair and smashed his face into the desk-once, twice, three times before Harry kicked back and managed to get him in the knee-cap, causing Draco to let go with a cry of pain. Harry, his vision blurry and his glasses hanging off one ear, grabbed a textbook off the desk and swung it as he spun around, catching Draco on the jaw and making him fall down. Harry took this opportunity to run again, but he didn’t get far as Draco grabbed his ankle, pulling him to the ground as well.

“You won’t escape that way Potter,” Draco snarled, climbing on top of Harry and pinning the smaller boy; he grabbed both of Harry’s wrists in one hand and pressed them to the floor then cast a spell to keep them there. “You really should stop testing my patience,” Draco continued, getting to his feet and wiping a thin line of blood off his chin, “Well, I suppose it’s a lesson you will just have to learn the hard way. Crucio!” Harry cried out and thrashed against the curse in his invisible bonds; this time Draco held it for several minutes until Harry just about passed out.

When the curse was lifted Harry felt light-headed and he only came back to awareness when he found himself being dropped on the bed; he tried to pull away but Draco’s fist to the side of his face left his head spinning again and then he was being rolled onto his stomach.

“Please,” Harry said weakly as Draco bound his hands to the headboard and then forced him to his knees, magic once again keeping him bound. The brunet shivered as he felt his clothes being vanished and then he felt Draco climb off the bed; he heard the blond walk to the other side of the room and began his struggles anew. “Don’t do this;” Harry pleaded, “I-look, if I do what Dumbledore wants I have to die, and I don’t want to die, so I will stop fighting you if you just-ah!” He cried out as he felt a harsh stinging on his ass.

“Don’t bother trying to lie to me,” Draco told him, “You may not want to die, but I know you Pet-you’re noble and self-sacrificing and you would willingly walk to death if it would save everyone else. No worries though; by the time I am through with you, you will have a new found respect for myself, your life, and our Lord-for he is your Lord as well, and I am going to help you acknowledge that. First however-your punishment. You tried to escape from me twice, attacked me, and disobeyed me; this is in addition to speaking with Smith and Dumbledore. I also saw that little conversation you had with Blaise-I need to teach you a lesson about keeping secrets from me as well.”

“Don’t do this,” Harry said, “Malfoy…Draco….I-”

“Silence Potter,” Draco interrupted him, swinging the riding crop and making another mark on his back, “I am going to punish you, and when I’m done you will apologize.”

Harry received no other warning before Draco brought the crop down again…and again…and again. Soon Harry was writhing in his bonds, crying out at the harsh sting and begging for it to stop. He could feel the tears streaming down his face, and his throat was raw from screaming. Harry sagged in relief when the lashes stopped, but it was short-lived.

“I am waiting for my apology Potter,” Draco said, and Harry took a deep breath before replying shakily;

“Go fuck yourself,” he said.

“Wrong answer Pet,” Draco replied, “Seems you require some more punishment to see the error of your ways, and you also need to do something productive with that filthy mouth of yours. Wait right there Pet.” Harry continued struggling in his bonds until he heard Draco return-with someone else.

“D-Draco? Who did you bring with you?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Draco replied, “It’s just someone to help out with your punishment. Now, I am going to release your bonds and you will scoot back on the bed; if you try to fight me again…well, let’s just say it would not be advisable, understand?”

“Yes,” Harry said quietly, and when he felt his bonds release he obediently scooted to the edge of the bed until his feet touched the footboard, and then he was once again bound with magic, his hands stuck to the blanket.

“Good Pet,” Draco climbed on the bed and ran his fingers threw Harry’s dark locks, pulling his head back and Harry was met with the sight of Draco’s erection; “Now, it’s time to put that dirty little mouth of yours to work. Suck, Slut.” Harry wanted to fight, to refuse, but he had no choice, so he reluctantly opened his mouth and got to work licking and sucking at the other boys hardened member; Harry closed his eyes and focused on his task, determined to finish this as quickly as possible, so he was startled when Draco said “Now.” Seconds later he felt a harsh sting on his already sore backside and cried out, making Draco moan above him. These stings were worse than the previous lashes, and a moment later he found out why.

“Are you enjoying it Pet?” Draco asked, “It’s a special whip called a cat o’nine tails; it has nine tails, as you can imagine, and each one has a tiny barbed tip.”

As Draco spoke the whip came down again, and Harry imagined that he could feel each individual barb. The lashes came down evenly spaced, timed just right so that the next lash fell just as the pain was fading from the previous and Harry continued to cry out and whimper around Draco’s cock as the blond took control, thrusting into his mouth.

Just when Harry thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Draco tensed and came in his mouth, shooting his load down the brunet’s throat and forcing him to swallow as the lashes continued to fall.

“Enough,” Draco said as he pulled away, and the blows finally stopped, “Now Pet, what do you say?” Harry hung his head in defeat; he was helpless, trapped and had no choice but to do as Draco wanted.

“I-I’m sorry for how I acted before,” Harry said quietly, and then collapsed on the bed as his bonds were released.

“I know you are Pet,” Draco said soothingly as he ran gentle hands over Harry back and ass; even the gentlest of touches was torture at the moment however, and Harry bit his lip to stop himself from whimpering. “Now, I am going to take a shower; if you promise to behave I won’t tie you up.”

“I promise,” Harry said, and gave a sigh of relief when Draco climbed off the bed and he heard the bathroom door close. Harry waited a few minutes to make sure Draco wouldn’t be coming back out, and then he got out of the bed; he found his glasses by nearly stepping on them, and then, moving slowly and wincing with every step, he limped over to the wardrobe and grabbed a robe. Once he had the robe on he looked longingly at the desk where he knew his wand was, but he knew it would be useless to try and get around Draco’s wards, so instead he headed for the staircase and slowly made his way downstairs. Once there he saw Theo lying on the couch, apparently asleep and he blushed as he realized the brunet Slytherin had been the one to assist Draco with his punishment. Harry glared at the sleeping boy for a moment, and then he continued on to the door; he silently opened it and stepped out into an empty hallway. Harry slowly and painfully made his way down the corridor towards Dumbledore’s office; he was nearly to the Great Hall when he heard a shout behind him.

“Potter!” Harry looked over his shoulder with wide eyes and saw the blond coming after him, wand raised threateningly; “You get your ass back over here now!”

“Never Malfoy!” Harry yelled back, forcing himself to run up the nearby staircase; Dumbledore’s office was close by, if he could only make it there.

“Oh no you don’t Potter!” Draco shouted, and Harry cried out as he was hit with a stinging hex, causing him to step through the trick step and fall back down the staircase; when he stopped rolling he shook his head and tried to stand up, only to find that his right ankle-the one he had hurt earlier when jumped the staircase in his room-wouldn’t support his weight.

“You just never learn, do you?” Draco shook his head as he approached the fallen boy, “Why must you make things so hard for yourself Pet? You know you can’t win, and now I just have to punish you again. Stop lying there and looking so pathetic; get up.” Harry was feeling light-headed, but with Draco’s wand pointed at him he struggled to his knees, swaying slightly as his vision blurred. “Perhaps a public lesson will stick better, hmm?” Harry focused on Draco’s voice and the last thing he saw was Draco, his silver hair shining in the torchlight and the familiar Hawthorne wand aimed directly at him as his world went dark…

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Draco held onto Fawkes tail feathers tightly as he felt himself surrounded by warm flames; moments later he found himself in an apparently empty house.

“What is this place Fawkes? Why did you bring me here?” Draco inquired, wrinkling his nose at the dusty, charred smell of the room he was in. He was standing in the center of a living room, the faded furniture was once dark blue but had faded to grey, and there were scorch marks everywhere. Fawkes flew over to the fireplace and trilled, nudging a picture frame with his beak. Intrigued Draco walked over and picked up the picture; the glass was covered in soot, but once he wiped it away he saw that it was a family portrait of a man with unruly black hair and glasses, a woman with auburn hair and familiar green eyes, and a black-haired, green-eyed baby happily pulling on the fur of a big black dog. The man and woman waved at him cheerfully and the dog gave a soundless bark as the baby giggled.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, looking around with narrowed eyes, “This is the Potter’s old house; is Harry here?” Fawkes trilled again and flew over to the staircase where Draco saw even more scorch marks and the outline of a body; this, he knew, must be where James Potter had died. Draco pushed the thought from his mind and made his way carefully up the stairs, wand drawn and lit so that he could see his way. At the top of the stairs he saw a dusty but un-damaged hallway to the left, and more destruction to the right; he went to the right, headed for a half-open door. When he reached the door he gently pushed it open to reveal what was once a nursery and there, lying on the floor was-

“Harry!” Draco cried out softly as he ran to the fallen boy; Harry’s glasses were hanging from one ear and his face was wet with tears, but he still clutched his Firebolt in one hand, and his breathing was even, which went a long way to soothing Draco’s mind. The brunet looked to be having some sort of nightmare as he whimpered and flinched, and then he spoke.

“Draco-no!” the unconscious boy pleaded, “Please don’t! I’m sorry…yours, always yours…stop!” Draco had been about to reach out and soothe his fiancé, however at Harry’s words he hesitated; what if Dumbledore had actually managed to convince Harry that Draco was evil? Waking him now might cause the smaller boy to panic, and Draco would never get him to safety. Except…Draco bit his lip uncertainly and then gently took Harry’s wand out of his back pocket and placed it in his own pocket; now he could wake Harry from his nightmare, and if the brunet panicked Draco would be able to send him into an enchanted sleep until they could return to Hogwarts.

His mind made up, Draco reached out and placed a hand on the other boy’s shoulder, shaking him gently; he frowned when he got now response-perhaps the potion was keeping him unconscious? If so there was a charm Draco could use to wake him, but it might cause the brunet to be disoriented…After thinking for several minutes Draco made up his mind and pointed his wand at Harry.

“Enervate,” he said softly, and watched as Harry sat up suddenly before falling back down and slowly opening his eyes; the Gryffindor looked extremely young and vulnerable as he lay there blinking, and Draco gently reached over to adjust his glasses. Harry frowned in confusion as he struggled to sit up; he looked around the room, taking in his surroundings, barely sparing Draco a glance. After a few seconds Harry’s confusion seemed to lift as he turned back to face the blond; hopeful grey eyes locked with wide green eyes and Draco held his breath as he waited to see what Harry’s reaction would be…

AN: I had the hardest time writing the first part of this chapter; the Sirius/Tonks and Remus/Severus scene just did not want to be written, so I did that part the best I could, but I am really no good at writing fight scenes. Well, the nightmare is finally over for Harry-no more torture from Draco, and in the next chapter we will see how it affected him and also see the resolution of Siri/Tonks/Sev/Remy’s situation. In addition, our boys will get the chance to confront Dumbles and-well, you’ll just have to wait and see on that. I will try to get another chapter up soon, and until then please keep those reviews coming! Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter; I love hearing what you have to say. Until next time!
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