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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's note: Already chapter 28 O_O We're almost at the end ...

Thanks to the following reviewers: delia cerrano; cocobyrd87 and unneeded

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 28: Training

Blaise looked from his lazy position on his bed at Draco who was muttering curses underneath his breath and pacing back and forth. He had been doing that ever since Harry left for the trial and no amount of threats or pleading had made him stop. Millicent had left the room because she was tired of seeing Draco in that kind of state. Blaise would have left too except that he was lying quite comfortable on the bed and he really couldn't find the energy to move now.

"Draco, will you please stop pacing around like a lunatic?" Blaise sighed and clasped his hands beneath his neck.

Draco glared at him for a few seconds before turning back to glare holes in the stone floor. Ruby, Sapphire and Garin followed his path with their glowing eyes. They had settled themselves on Harry's bed, patiently waiting for their master to return.

"Relax, it's going to be all right. You said so yourself: your father has never lost a case before." Blaise pointed out.

Finally Draco stopped pacing. He turned around to face the dark haired boy and his glare got harder. "I know I said that, you don't have to repeat my own words! My father has never lost a case before, yes, but he has also never had to defend the notorious Sirius Black! My cousin has been declared innocent, but that doesn't mean that people just willingly accept him back in society!" He snapped and ranked a hand through his hair frustrated. "I mean, it's just a bit too coincidentally that he gets accused again. Whoever is behind this, will make sure my father will have a hard time getting Black declared innocent."

Blaise sat up, frowning. "Behind this? You already told me that the memory was a fake one, but who in this castle would want to hurt Black like that? I mean child abuse is not a laughing matter, especially not now when it concerns Harry. It wouldn't surprise me if they ordered the Kiss."

Draco bit on his lip and fell down on his bed with a sigh. "I hope it doesn't come to that. If Black gets the Kiss, I don't know if Harry would ever get over that. Hell, he would probably go on a rampage, not to mention that Lupin will be pissed as hell too."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm sure it will all turn out just fine. I mean we're talking about Black here; he's the one who managed to stay sane in Azkaban even after twelve years. He even managed to escape – I don't think they will be able to get him declared guilty. Besides it's their word against Harry's. If Harry doesn't admit the facts, they can't do shit." Blaise said calmly. "And they have your father on their side."

"True, true." Draco muttered, staring at the door. "I just keep wondering who managed to produce a memory that fooled the whole Ministry."

Blaise shrugged. "We probably won't ever know it unless they can find some clues to the identity of this so called witness. And they finding a clue is similar to a snowball chance in hell. Producing false memories requires a lot of power and concentration and that's not something many wizards or witches can do."

"Hm."

Both boys turned around in surprise when Harry's pets jumped off the bed and went over to the door, scratching at it and softly cooing. Garin was wrapped around Ruby's neck and was looking at Draco, hissing. 'Master is back.'

"How do you …?" Draco shook his head. "Never mind, I'm coming."

"What? Where are you going?" Blaise asked surprised.

"Harry is back." Was all he got to hear before Draco disappeared, closing the door behind him.

"How did he …?" Blaise looked puzzled at the ceiling, but decided it wasn't worth the headache he would get from trying to figure out how Draco knew Harry was back. Maybe he would finally get the chance to catch some much needed sleep. Daphne had been keeping him up late the last few weeks …

"All right, Harry and I'll go first, Remus and Lucius you follow us." Sirius said cheerily when they stopped in front of the fireplace.

"Why would you go first with Harry?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because Harry would manage to fall flat on his face if he went alone in the Floo." Sirius grinned and laughed harder when Harry jabbed him in his side.

"Hey, I won't fall flat on my face!" Harry protested, crossing his arms.

"You can't step out of the Floo without tripping." Sirius pointed out.

Harry couldn't think of anything else than stuck his tongue out, making Sirius laugh again.

Sirius swung his arm around Harry's shoulders and directed him into the Floo, shouting, "Dumbledore's office!"

Like predicted, Harry stumbled when he landed into the fireplace in Dumbledore's office. Sirius hold him back just in time before his face had a meeting with the stone floor.

"So, you won't fall flat on your face, right?" Sirius mused softly.

Harry glared at him, stepping out of the fireplace and brushing the soot of his clothes. "Oh, shut up." He growled.

Sirius stepped out of the way just in time to let Remus and Lucius through.

They had almost forgotten that they weren't alone in the office until a voice interrupted him.

"I'm glad to see that the trial turned out in your favor, Sirius." Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes twinkling.

All four of them tensed and turned slowly around, their face completely void of any emotion.

"Yes, I'm glad I had the help of Lucius." Sirius said coolly.

Dumbledore glanced at Lucius. "Yes, I can imagine he was a good help." He mused.

"Well, if you won't mind, we'll be going now. We have a bit of catching up to do." Sirius said tensely, his hand on Harry's shoulder tightening.

"Of course, I understand." Dumbledore nodded. "I will tell the students that you're back and that the lessons will resume again tomorrow."

"Do that." Sirius murmured and pushed Harry to the door, Remus and Lucius following closely.

Dumbledore watched them going with a frown and his glare deepening. Merlin, what the hell did he have to do to get Black out of the way? How much luck did that man actually have?

He had thought that having Black accused of abusing Potter would have guaranteed him a lifelong stay in Azkaban or with a bit of luck even the Kiss, but of course that damned Malfoy had to intervene. How on earth had he managed to get Black declared innocent? He had been ensured that the memory would have been enough – nobody in the Ministry had noticed it had been a false one.

In a rage, he swiped his arm over his desk, smashing everything on the ground. The few trinkets that had stood on the desk broke in tiny shards and were spread out all over the floor. One way or another he would get rid of Black. He just had to think things through and wait for the right moment.

Fawkes stared at him from his perch in the right corner, his pearly black eyes sorrowful.

Draco followed Harry's pets hastily upstairs. They passed several other students who raised their eyebrows at seeing Draco following a cat (Garin and Ruby had turned invisible again), but they didn't dare to ask him anything. He was still a Malfoy after all and it was never good to piss that family off. Especially now that Malfoy was together with Potter.

Finally Sapphire stopped in front of a familiar painting. The man guarding Lupin's quarters raised his eyebrow amused at the ruffled blond boy in front of him and smiled.

"I take it you want to visit Mister Lupin, Mister Black and young Harry?" He asked.

Draco nodded. "I'm very sorry, but I can't remember the password."

The man waved his hand. "Don't worry about that. I'm sure they will be delighted to see you." With that the painting swung open, revealing the entrance.

Laughter reached his ears when he entered the quarters and he spotted Black, Lupin and Harry sitting in front of the fireplace, his father sitting next to the window.

Harry was the first one to spot him and he stood up with a big smile. So Blaise had been right.

"Draco, how did you know I came back?" Harry asked surprised and came over to give him a quick kiss on his mouth.

Draco slid his arms around the slim waist and nodded to the two cats and the snake, looking at them from the corner of the room. "Garin was nice enough to tell me that you had arrived."

Harry frowned. "How did they know that I was back?"

'Master and we have a bond. We always know where he is.' Ruby told Harry, his tail swishing gently.

The dark haired boy blinked. "Well, that's … weird. Weird but fascinating." He murmured.

"What's fascinating?" Sirius asked curiously, slipping his arm around Remus' shoulders.

"Oh, nothing." Harry smiled. "Thanks again for helping Sirius." He said to Lucius.

Lucius shrugged. "Anything to piss off the old coot." He smirked, making Harry laugh.

At that moment the painting opened again, revealing Snape in the doorway. He entered the room and snorted when he saw Sirius sitting on the couch. "Seems you have a never ending luck, Black."

"Aw, I missed you too, Snivellus." Sirius stuck out his tongue.

Snape narrowed his eyes. "I would be careful if I were you, Black."

"Or what? You're going to poison me? That threat is really getting old." Sirius replied bored, ignoring Remus' scolding look.

"No, you complete and utter moron." Snape suddenly snapped. "You have to be more careful with what you do now. The person who framed you is still out there and you can be sure you pissed him off now."

"Hm, I'll deal with that person when I find him." Sirius muttered with a dark look in his eyes.

Lucius frowned. "Please refrain from killing that person in an obvious way. And if you really want to kill him, at least make sure the evidence points to someone else. I can't guarantee that I get you out of the next trial without a scratch."

Sirius snorted and shook his head.

"How did you know Sirius was here, professor?" Harry asked frowning.

Coal black eyes shot to him. "Salazar had heard about your short conversation with Albus; he told me where to find you." He replied calmly. Then he looked at Lucius. "I need to talk to you about something. Do you have time?"

"Of course." Lucius nodded and followed the dark haired man out of the room.

Draco watched them going and frowned. Had his father just put his hand on his godfather's butt? No, that couldn't have happened. He was probably seeing things.

He shook his head and concentrated himself on the conversation between Harry and his godfathers. Sirius was talking excitedly about the lessons he would resume soon and how he hoped the students wouldn't feel too awkward around him now. Harry immediately started to reassure him.

Somewhere during Harry's reassurance Draco had lost his attention to the conversation and instead chose to pay his attention to Harry, who was still clad in the grey robes. Draco hadn't thought about it when Harry had left a few hours ago to attend the trial, but he looked actually rather hot in those grey robes. Especially the way they curved around his hips and showed his long legs.

He tried to ignore the desire coursing through his veins and he especially tried to tone done his arousal, but in the end his hormones won. And really, who was he to argue with them? It had been a while since he and Harry had been able to really enjoy their time together. He had understood why Harry had been too distracted of course; he never wanted to pressure Harry in doing anything with him. But now the desire to hold Harry, to kiss him and to touch him was too big to ignore and damn it, he didn't want to hold back anymore.

Harry had just bent slightly to place something on the coffee table, unknowingly giving his boyfriend a very pleasant view, when he felt Draco grabbing his arm.

"Draco?" Harry turned around surprised.

"All right, that's it." Draco murmured suddenly. "You're coming with me."

"Heh? But I want to talk a bit more with Sirius and Remus." Harry protested, looking back to his godfathers.

Sirius raised an eyebrow amused and Remus was staring at them with a strange knowing glint in his eyes. Harry really hated it when he looked like that.

"Too bad, you can talk more later. Let them catch up." Draco gestured impatiently to the two adults and then proceeded to drag his boyfriend out of the room, forgetting about the three animals waiting in front of the fire.

"But Draco!" Harry protested weakly, but nonetheless followed the blond Slytherin.

Remus cleared his throat after the two boys had left. "Would you like some meat, sweeties?" He cooed at Ruby, Sapphire and Garin. The two cats started to purr – Ruby's purr a lot louder and heavier than Sapphire's – and Garin hissed something.

Remus nodded satisfied and called a house elf.

"What do you think they are going to do?" Sirius asked curiously, stretching his arms.

Remus blinked and looked at his lover. Sirius was the most perverted of all the Marauders and yet, when it concerned his godson, he could act as innocent as a baby. Remus wondered how he did that.

"They are just having some private time. I mean, Harry was stressed out because of your imprisonment, so Draco will probably help him relax now." Remus replied amused.

"Draco, where are we going?" Harry asked frowning.

"To the Room of Requirement." Draco replied absently, jogging up the stairs.

Harry blinked. "Why?"

"Because now it's time for you to relax." Draco rolled his eyes, indicating he found it a stupid question.

"I don't need to relax; I'm not stressed." The dark haired boy protested.

Draco snorted, but didn't reply. They finally reached the hidden room and Draco began pacing back and forth in front of it, furiously thinking 'I need a place where Harry and I can relax, I need a place where Harry and I can relax, I need a place where Harry and I can relax.'

Slowly a door appeared in the stone wall and Draco opened it at a crack, checking if the room had fulfilled his wishes. A fire was lit and casted an orange and red glow over the entire room. Candles were placed on the table and on the white nightstands besides the bed. The smell of roses and vanilla filled the air. The bed was made with soft white sheets and looked very invitingly.

Draco nodded satisfied; this was exactly the room he had envisioned. He opened the door fully and pulled Harry inside, smiling smugly at his soft gasp.

"So, what do you think of it?" He asked smiling, coming to a hold next to the bed.

Green eyes looked around, taking in every detail of the room. "It's beautiful." He whispered and absently walked over to the bed. His emerald green eyes turned mischievous when they locked on grey eyes. "So, how do you plan on making me relax?"

A smirk appeared on the blond's face. "Get rid of your robe and shirt and then lay on your stomach on the bed."

An eyebrow rose up, but Harry just shook his head amused and let the grey robe and his white shirt fall on the ground. Carefully he climbed on the bed and settled on his stomach, crossing his arms and laid his head on his arms.

He tensed a bit when the bed dipped with Draco's weight, but relaxed again when an exotic smell invaded his nose.

"What's that smell?" He murmured curiously.

Draco chuckled and placed the bowl on the bed next to him. "Oil."

"Oil?" Harry asked surprised. "Why oil?"

"You'll feel why." Draco promised laughing and Harry shifted a bit uneasily when Draco sat on his thighs.

"Think you can hold my weight?" Draco asked amused.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll be sure to tell you when my legs start to get numb."

A slap on his thigh was his reward for the comment. He froze up surprised when he felt cool, slippery hands resting on his shoulders.

"Relax," Draco murmured and then the hands started to knead his shoulders, occasionally switching with rubbing and caressing.

Slowly, Harry started to relax his muscles, sighing and humming at moments when Draco hit a hard knot in his shoulders.

"Have you always been this tense, Harry? Or was it just the last couple of weeks?" Draco asked frowning when he felt another knot, this time in Harry's lower back.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know; I never thought of it."

Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Where did you learn to massage?" Harry asked drowsy.

"I didn't. Why, does I feel good?" Draco asked, fishing for compliments. It never hurt to hear compliments after all.

Harry chuckled. "Well, I don't have anything to compare it with, but I have no complaints."

"So, I'm fantastic?" Draco smirked.

This time it was Harry who rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, you're fantastic. Happy now?" He snorted.

Draco snickered. "Very happy." He whispered and bent down to place a quick kiss on Harry's cheek.

Harry went fire red when he felt something pressing against his buttocks. It seemed that the massage wasn't only good for him. He wiggled and heard his boyfriend groan throatily.

"Really, Harry, you should stop if you don't want to see the outcome." Draco murmured.

Harry blinked and still blushed, but was definitely interested in seeing where his wiggling would lead them. He turned on his back and caused Draco to fall on top of him, bracing himself against the bed with his hands next to Harry's head.

"I think I want to see what the outcome is." Harry whispered smirking and clasped his hands around Draco's neck, bringing him closer.

Grey eyes blinked in surprise and Draco smirked. "Well, who am I to say no to something like that?" He murmured back and initiated the first of several fiery kisses that wouldn't make them leave the room for hours.

Lucius took a seat in front of the fire when he entered Severus' quarters. It was getting warmer outside, but they were still in the dungeons where the temperature almost stayed exactly the same the whole year. He raised an eyebrow when Severus took a seat across of him with an old dusty book on his lap.

"I finally found the book that Salazar talked about." Severus sighed. "It was a hassle trying to find the damned thing. It wasn't even hidden in the library. I had to cast Search spells and Dark detecting spells before I finally got a clue."

"Where was it hidden then?" Lucius frowned.

"In an unused classroom. That room has not been used for centuries if you look at all the dust and grime in it." Severus grimaced, thinking of all the cobwebs and spiders scurrying around.

"Why would it be hidden in there?"

"Because it's full of Dark spells." Severus replied grimly. "And not only the Unforgivables or the cutting spells; I think even the Dark Lord would think twice before using one of these curses."

"Is it that bad?" Lucius asked lightly, raising his eyebrow.

"Bad doesn't even describe it." Severus shook his head. "But that means that Potter has finally a decent chance against the Dark Lord. I doubt he ever found this book when he was at Hogwarts. Otherwise he would have used these curses during one of the raids."

"Are there only offensive spells in it? Or defense as well?" Lucius asked absently, studying the black faded cover of the book.

"I only found two spells for strong shields. All the other spells are focused on causing as much harm as possible." Severus sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"So, we have to hope that Harry will have enough with the Shield charm he has now, because he will only get stronger on the offensive side." Lucius sighed and leaned back in the chair. "Fantastic."

"We can call ourselves already lucky if Potter wants to learn those curses." Severus snapped. "He told me he would learn everything we teach him, but I don't know if he will keep his promise when he hears what exactly those curses do to the victim."

"He doesn't have a choice." Lucius replied harshly. "This isn't some duel game; this is war and we need to win it. We can't let the Dark Lord win. Harry will learn those curses, I'm sure of it. He won't like it, no, but he will learn them."

Severus just stared at the fire pensively. "I'll call him to my office tomorrow night to discuss the book and the curses."

"Why tomorrow night?" Lucius asked surprised, snapping his fingers. A house elf appeared immediately and bowed. "Whas can Bibby do for master?"

"Bring me a glass of Elven wine and bring the same for Severus too." Lucius ordered.

The elf bowed again and popped away. Five seconds later a plate appeared with two wine glasses on it, filled with a dark red liquid, together with the dark green wine bottle.

"I suspect that the brat will be too occupied tonight to pay the necessary attention needed for this talk." Severus explained dryly, accepting the wine glass. "I need to inform the mutt and the wolf to come too. They need to hear this too." A scowl appeared on his face at the mention of the two Marauders.

"At least you know for sure they won't protest when they see these curses. After all, they are going to save their godson's life." Lucius smirked.

"Let's just hope those idiots will realize that." Severus muttered.

"Well, at least we can use this evening for some … interesting occupation as well." Lucius purred and placed his glass on the plate.

Severus raised an eyebrow, but didn't object.

The following day, Harry walked around with a big smile on his face. His godfather was finally cleared from all the ridiculous charges and safe with them again. After they had finally left the Room of Requirement – Harry still blushed when he remembered all the things he had done with Draco – they had gone back to Remus' quarters to join them for dinner. Harry managed to tone down his blush, but he was certain that Remus had an idea as to what exactly he had done. Thankfully for him, Remus wasn't going to rat them out to Sirius. He didn't think he would ever find Draco again if Sirius knew what they had done already.

Harry shook his head and entered the classroom for his next lesson Transfiguration. At times Sirius acted like a worried father, afraid that the boyfriend would steal him away. Harry chuckled softly when he thought about that and ignored the inquiring look on Draco's face.

They were now transfiguring living mice into rats. It was the first step in learning to transfigure living creatures in other living creatures. Changing it to rats would be the easiest step in the process seeing as rats and mice were family of each other.

The spell required a lot of concentration so it was very quiet in the classroom. Of course that could have something to do with the fact that McGonagall was walking around, checking on her students' progress and silencing the ones who dared to open their mouths to say something else than the required spell.

At the end of the lesson, Harry had managed to transfigure his mouse in a rat, but it still had a white colour.

McGonagall came to check on his progress. She studied his rat and Harry held his breath hopefully.

"Very good, Potter. You only have to make sure the colour changes too and then it will be perfect." She nodded approvingly and Harry couldn't contain his beam.

"Perfect as usual, Malfoy." She added dryly after watching the brown rat shuffling in the corner of his cage.

Draco smirked and nodded. Harry snorted when he saw the satisfied face of his boyfriend and shook his head amused.

It was during dinner that Harry received a note from Snape.

'Potter

Meeting in my quarters after dinner. Bring Draco with you if you must, but no one else. Your pets are allowed under one condition and that is they stay out of our way.

Severus Snape'

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. What would the meeting be about?

"Harry?" Draco asked frowning. As reply he received the little note. "Hm, I wonder what Sev wants?" He murmured after reading it.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Guess we find out after dinner." He sighed and rubbed annoyed at his pricking scar.

Draco narrowed his eyes at that action. "Is your scar bothering you?"

"Just a bit." Harry admitted. "Don't worry; it just flares up every now and then. Nothing too serious. I use Occlumency too, so Voldemort can't get into my head."

Draco sighed. "If you say so." He said doubtfully. He only hoped that Harry's scar would stop bothering him once Voldemort was defeated. Of course that led to the thought that Harry had to be the one to defeat that man. That was something that Draco didn't like to think about. He swallowed and grabbed Harry's hand underneath the table tightly. Harry looked at him curiously, but he just shook his head, smiling weakly. He would make sure that Harry survived this war. There was no way he would let him taken away from him.

Harry petted the soft head of Sapphire who was lying on Ruby's broad back. Ruby had grown a lot in the months he had him. He reached now up to Harry's waist. Garin was settled around Ruby's neck, hissing softly.

Harry took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door to Snape's quarters. His other hand was held in Draco's; the boy had refused to let go of him since dinner and Harry was contented to just hold his hand. It was a nice feeling.

The door swung open and Snape stared at them with narrowed black eyes, before he nodded and stepped out of the way to let them in.

"I trust you didn't tell anyone else about this meeting?" Snape inquired and raised a black eyebrow.

Harry shook his head. "No, of course not."

"Good." Snape muttered and lead them the way to his private quarters.

To Harry's surprise Remus and Sirius were sitting on the couch, conversing quietly between them. They looked up once they heard the footsteps.

"Harry." Remus smiled, but it was strained.

Harry smiled back weakly and pulled Draco along with him, his pets following behind him. Snape took the chair in front of the fire and that left only one chair for the two boys. Draco sat down easily and pulled Harry on his lap, clasping his arms around the lithe waist of his boyfriend. The two cats and Garin settled themselves on the green carpet in front of the fire.

"Potter, I managed to find the book that Salazar recommended for your training." Snape began brusquely, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

"Oh." Harry nodded and swallowed. He got a feeling he wouldn't like what would be said next.

"Does it have many useful spells?" Remus asked, his whole body tense.

"It contains many offensive curses, yes." Snape nodded curtly.

"How dark are those curses?" Sirius asked sharply. As a member of the Black family he was all too familiar with how many books existed about dark curses. His parents had tried to teach the curses to him, but had stopped as soon as they had received the news he had become a Gryffindor. Sirius could vaguely remember his brother learning the curses with relish which had made him sick. He hated those curses and what they could do to people. The dangerous thing about them was that that particular kind of magic was very attractive, very alluring. The power one felt when using it was incredible, the knowledge that you were the one who decided what would happen with the victim was an addictive rush. There was a reason why dark magic was forbidden: it was too addictive. Many wizards who experimented with it got addicted and didn't want to refuse the pull anymore.

Sirius was glad he had managed to resist the pull. And now his godson had to learn those curses to defeat Voldemort. He gazed at the boy in concern; even if Harry accepted the fact he would have to use them, the question still stayed whether or not he would be able to use them. Dark curses required at least a sense of hatred, if not bloodlust. Sirius wondered whether Harry could call up enough hatred for Voldemort to defeat him with a dark curse.

"They're probably the darkest you'll ever find." Snape replied calmly. "Salazar was the one who wrote the basic of it and after him, other dark wizards added their own curses."

"So I have to learn dark magic?" Harry asked weakly, his throat constricted with fear. He didn't know what those curses would do, but he knew they would make the victim suffer immensely. He wasn't sure he would be able to use them, even against Voldemort.

Draco squeezed his waist reassuringly. "We'll get through with this, I promise." He whispered in Harry's ear.

"Potter, I told you weeks ago you would be forced to learn dark curses and you gave me your word you would learn them." Snape said sharply. "I know you're not fond of the thought of using them, but you have no choice. If you don't use them, you will most certainly die. The Dark Lord won't hold back against you; he will use the darkest curses he has ever learnt. If you want an inkling of chance to survive, you have to learn these."

Harry sighed and let his head fall back against Draco's shoulder, tracing patterns on Draco's arms. "I know I have to use them." He snapped. "I just don't like the thought of it."

"From now on, I'll train with you on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday." Snape informed him. "On Monday and Thursday you'll train with the mutt and the wolf. They'll teach you more of the art of duelling and will practice the more common spells with you. They will also teach the defense part."

"And I? Can't I train too?" Draco asked sharply, tightening his grip on Harry's waist. He would not be left out of the training. He wanted to fight besides Harry; they would not leave him out.

His godfather looked at him pensively before nodding. "Yes, you will train at the same days as Potter. You're a target too because you're the son of Lucius. The more knowledge you have, the better your survival."

The rest of the hour was spent with explaining where exactly they would train and for how long.

Harry just listened with a heavy sick feeling in his stomach. The thought he would have to use dark spells made him nauseous.

At ten p.m. they were finally allowed to go back to their dorms. Remus and Sirius gave him a quick hug before sending him off.

Slowly, still hand in hand, Harry walked with Draco down the corridor, Ruby, Sapphire and Garin following behind them.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked worried, slipping his arm around Harry's waist and pulling him flush against his body.

Harry sighed and shook his head. "I don't like it that I have to learn dark curses." He muttered. "What if I can't resist the pull and will feel pleasure in using them? I don't want to turn dark." He swallowed; a bitter taste filled up his whole mouth.

Draco stopped, turning Harry around to face him. He gripped his chin gently and looked straight in the troubled green eyes. "Harry, you will never turn dark." He said forcefully. "You're too pure and too gentle to turn dark. Even if you use those spells, you won't ever fall under the dark pull. You don't have to be afraid of that."

Harry sighed. "I hope you're right." He murmured.

"Of course I'm right." Draco admonished gently. "I know you, Harry, and you don't have a single evil bone in your body. You won't ever turn dark." He gave him a slow sweet kiss. "If you want, we can go to the library this weekend and see if we can find more spells to help. Even defense spells will be a great help."

Harry nodded. "I like that idea." He smiled weakly.

Draco smiled back and they continued their way to their dorms.

They never saw the pair of eyes studying them from the shadows, nor heard the mournful sigh.

As promised, Draco brought Harry to the library that weekend and they spent a whole hour searching for books that would help them in their training. They found several books that were about defense and some books with slightly darker spells and their counter curses. They brought all these books to a table underneath a window and spent two hours studying them, jotting down the curses they found useful.

Harry had the idea that the curses and spells they found in here would be useful to teach their group too. After all, when the fight with Voldemort arrived, it would help if they could get as much help as they could. Harry didn't like the thought of other people fighting too, possibly giving up their lives in the process, but he realized he couldn't hold them back. If they wanted to fight, they would fight, regardless of what would happen to them.

Feeling restless all of the sudden, Harry stood up. "I'm going to stretch my legs a bit and see if there isn't a book based on defense spells alone." He told Draco, who nodded warily.

Slowly he walked down the aisles filled with books up to the ceiling, studying the titles. He needed spells that were powerful enough to deflect the dark curses, ones that could defend a large group if needed. A simple Shield charm wouldn't be enough in a fight against Death Eaters.

A sudden sound made him grip his wand and turn around in a flash. Warily he stared at a thick book lying on the floor behind him. Why had that book fallen? There wasn't anyone in this aisle besides him. Carefully, still holding out his wand, he walked to the book. After having made sure there weren't any spells casted on the book, he picked it up and studied it.

A guide to full defense by Marie Lebeau.

What a coincidence, Harry thought, raising an eyebrow. He opened the book, getting curious in spite of himself and frowned when he found a folded letter. He looked around, but still nobody was near him. He opened the note.

'This book will teach you the most powerful defense spells there exist. This is not a joke and this isn't a trap. Consider this a gift from someone who is sorry for the poor behaviour it showed to you.

I hope this book will teach you enough.

Sincerely

A friend'

Harry stared at the note. Someone had given him the book he had needed the most. How had this person known what he needed? And why didn't he or she show herself? Who was this friend?

Dazed Harry shook his head. He would figure out who gave him this book later, now he had some studying to do. He hurried back to Draco to show him the book. He never noticed the pair of kind brown eyes staring at his retreating back.

"All right, this curse is called the Inflammare curse. It will give the victim the feeling his blood is on fire." Snape said calmly. "This will give you enough time to cast another spell. The spell is: inflammo venae." He drew a circle in the air with his wand and then directed it at the rat in the cage. Immediately the rat started to shriek, trying to claw at his own body.

Harry watched in horror how the rat tried to run away. "Please stop." He whispered, getting sick.

Snape looked at him, but murmured, "Finite incantatem."

The rat fell down on his side on the floor of the cage.

"Does it kill the victim?" Draco asked, studying the rat. He stood besides Harry and put his hand on Harry's lower back, rubbing it reassuringly.

"The curse itself doesn't kill the victim." Snape murmured. "It's the victim himself who will try to end his own life to escape the feeling." He looked at them. "Now, you will cast the curse on the rats in front of you."

Draco nodded and stared at his own rat, murmuring, "Inflammo venae." As soon as his wand was pointed at the rat, the rat started shrieking like Snape's one, trying to claw himself to death. As soon as Draco saw that, he calmly muttered, "Finite incantatem."

"Potter, now it's your turn." Snape stared at the pale boy.

"Do I really have to learn this spell?" Harry asked, looking away from the two panting rats.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I told you you would have to learn dark curses." He reminded them.

"Yes, but I thought it would be something like the Cruciatus curse or the Avada Kedavra." Harry swallowed.

"I didn't think you would need to learn those, considering you're already familiar with them." Snape informed him calmly. "The reason why you have to learn these curses is because they will give you an advantage on the Dark Lord. He will only know a few of them, not all, so you will have the element of surprise."

Harry stared at his rat, who was cowering in the corner of his cage and hissing at him viciously.

"Potter, do you want to win this war or not?" Snape asked sharply, ignoring the reproachful dark look of his godson. They wouldn't win the war if they kept coddling Potter like a small child. Liking it or not, he would have to use the curses during the fight.

"Of course I want to win!" Harry snapped, his emerald green eyes alight with anger.

"Then cast the curse." Snape hissed.

"Inflammo venae." Harry snapped and his eyes grew wide when his rat started to shriek. The rat didn't even have the chance to start clawing before Harry stopped the curse.

Snape just looked at him, before continuing. "The next one is called …"

They studied and casted curses for three hours straight. After the Inflammare curse, Snape proceeded to teach them the Comburo Sanguis curse which made the victim's blood literally burn the veins and intestines. The Pulmo curse was used to suck all the air out of the victim's lungs which caused a slow and painful death. The Congelo curse made the body freeze up from the inside to the outside and basically made a popsicle of the person.

The curses took a lot of energy and when Snape noticed the boys were trembling on their legs, he called an end to the lesson and sent them to their dorms.

Weeks went by and Harry continued to train with Snape and his godfathers. The training with his group had been placed on Sunday, the only free day in the week. Besides his new training, he had to make sure he made his homework on time to avoid detentions. Two more Quidditch matches were given in April and May and for the first time in six years, Slytherin won the Quidditch cup again. McGonagall had shaken Snape's hand with a grim smile, but admitted her defeat.

After the first month of his new training, Harry had gotten used to the violent dark curses. He still didn't like to use them, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against Voldemort without them, so he just learnt them dutifully and tried his best to absorb all the knowledge his professors were pumping in his head.

It was the twentieth of May and Harry and Draco were just learning the Bone crushing curse when the whole castle suddenly started to tremble, causing books to fall and vials shatter on the ground.

"What the hell was that?" Harry asked shocked after the last tremors had disappeared.

Draco wrapped his arms around him and Ruby came to stand next to them.

Snape opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped when Dumbledore's voice sounded through the whole castle.

"All students must return to their dorms immediately. All teachers are asked to come to my office. Harry Potter is asked to come too. I repeat all students return to their dorms. Teachers and Harry Potter come to my office."

Harry and Draco stared at Snape. "What does this mean?" Draco asked fearfully, a dreadful feeling settling heavily in his stomach.

Snape looked back grimly. "This means that the fight has started. Voldemort is coming to Hogwarts."

AN2: Next chapter will contain the fight ^^ I hope you liked it! Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

See you all next Tuesday!

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