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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 28
Elladora truly felt sorry for her son. It had been two days and there had been no word from Snape about what was being done regarding Harry's disappearance. Elladora knew it wasn't as simple as just walking in and bringing Harry home; if what Blaise said was true than Harry was currently with the Dark Lord and it was going to take longer than two days to get the boy back, hopefully alive.
Walking into the library, where Blaise had been spending most of his time the past couple days, Elladora saw her son in his favorite chair, a book in his hand and a stack of books next to him. The first time she had walked into the room to find Blaise reading, Elladora had been curious how Blaise could even focus on reading while Harry was missing. That was until she had looked closer at one of the books and found that it was about magical bonds, it was easy to figure out then that Blaise was trying to find a way to use the bond he had with Harry to try and save the boy.
Blaise looked up from the book he had been reading and Elladora couldn't help but sigh when she saw the dark circles under her child's eyes. “Not resting will do nothing to help Harry,” Elladora scolded, watching as Blaise put his book aside, rubbing a hand over his tired face.
“I can't sleep,” Blaise admitted. “I'm too worried about Harry.”
“I know you are.” Elladora moved forward, sitting in the other chair next to Blaise. “I am worried about him as well, he seems like a very sweet boy, but I also got to see a glimpse of how powerful he truly is. I believe that if the Dark Lord knew how much magic that boy has, he may have thought twice before kidnapping him,” Elladora said.
“I know you're trying to reassure me, mother, but it's not really helping,” Blaise huffed, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. “I appreciate it but I have far too much on my mind right now. Between being worried about Harry, and unbelievably mad at Draco...” Blaise said, clenching his fists as he felt the anger surge inside him again.
He had thought that some time away from Draco would help calm him down, help him realise that it was just a mistake, a huge one, yes, but it was still a mistake. However, that just seemed to make him even angrier because it wasn't the first mistake that Draco had made since the bond had first started, and each mistake seemed to have gone from bad to worse, all of them now seemed to have been leading to the moment where Harry vanished.
“I want to believe him, that he didn't mean it to happen,” Blaise said softly.
“I think that you should try and talk with Draco,” Elladora said, receiving a shocked look from her son. “You have avoided him for the past two days. At this point even if you two are just fighting, it will be better than you leaving the room every time he walks into it,” Elladora said and Blaise frowned more at her.
“I can't talk to him, not after what he did,” Blaise growled.
“It was a mistake, Blaise, one that he is already suffering for,” Elladora said.
“Good,” Blaise snapped, grabbing the book he had been reading before, opening it to a random page and holding it up so he wasn't looking at his mother anymore.
“I will let you get back to your reading then,” Elladora said, sounding very unhappy with him at the moment, but Blaise couldn't bring himself to care. “I think one thing you should try and remember though, you are not the only person in this house that is worried about Harry, and you are also not the only one who has a bond with him,” Elladora pointed out and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Blaise didn't look at the door, he just stared at the book that he was holding, though he couldn't focus on the words at all anymore. He had been having a hard enough time before, now it was just impossible. “Damn it!” Blaise threw the book across the room running a hand through his hair.
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Sirius was beyond furious, two days his godson had been missing and they weren't any close to getting Harry back. He was tired of sitting around and waiting for Snape to do something, tired of listening to the other members of the Order talk and plan; Sirius was sure by now that their backup plans had backup plans of their own.
“You can never be too prepared,” Moody had said when this had been mentioned. Sirius, at any other time, would have agreed with that but not when Harry's life was the one on the line. While they sat there and planned for a rescue, Harry was with Voldemort being tortured, if he wasn't dead already. Sirius shook his head to rid himself of that thought; until he saw Harry's cold lifeless body for himself, he would continue to believe that his godson was alive.
“Sirius?” Remus was giving his friend a worried look and Sirius just sighed.
“I'm alright, Moony,” Sirius said before he got up from the table and left the kitchen, leaving everyone there to talk. He walked out into the hallway, letting out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Is there any news on Harry?” Looking up at the sound of the voice, Sirius sighed again when he saw four of the Weasley children waiting on the second landing, pulling up an extendable ear before tucking it out of sight.
"No more than there was two days ago," Sirius said and watched as Fred and George exchanged a look while Ron just stood and silently went back upstairs. "They're coming up with a rescue plan to get him home," Sirius tried to reassure the other three.
"Yeah, sure," Fred said. "I'm going to go write Hermione and let her know nothing's changed," he told his twin before standing and heading up in the direction that Ron had gone.
"Harry's a fighter, he might be a bit banged up when we get him back, but we will get him back," Ginny said; her words were far more believable than Sirius' had been.
"Harry is a fighter," Sirius agreed, letting out a small sigh and running a hand through his hair again. He really wished that going out for a walk was an option, he hated being stuck in this house on a normal day but right now it was nearly unbearable.
The kitchen door opened and Remus came out, looking at Sirius. "Dumbledore just arrived, Snape's been summoned to a meeting," Remus said and Sirius gave one last glance up the stairs towards where George and Ginny were still seated before he followed Remus back into the kitchen.
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Harry had stopped arguing with his parents about whether this was a dream or not, though he was still fairly sure that it was just a dream. There were things that just didn't make sense here, not just his parents being alive but the constant 'blackouts' he had been having, where whole days, even weeks, had gone by and he had no idea what had happened during that time. “Another side effect of your potions,” James had explained, the only time that Harry had asked about it.
Lily, however, had truly been worried and had fussed over Harry, scolding him for not informing them about his blackouts. Harry had decided then that he really didn't care that this was a dream, and he almost wished that it were possible to never wake up. Even if it meant never using his magic again, he thought that would be a very good sacrifice to make if it meant having his parents.
Harry should have known that good things never lasted however; even dreams had to end sometimes and, considering that this was a dream caused by a spell cast by Bellatrix, he really should have expected it to end badly. Though even if Harry had expected it, he never would have guessed that it would be as horrible as it turned out.
A car drive, a vacation to the beach; Harry was truly excited about it as he had never been to the beach before, he had never been anywhere much really, particularly while living with the Dursleys. Harry had been watching out the window when it happened; he felt the car jerk to the side, his father cursing loudly as the tires screeched before the whole car jerked again and it started rolling. Harry felt himself being thrown from his seat and out of the car, crying out as he hit the ground hard and rolled a few feet before he came to a stop. He felt as if the air had been knocked out of him, but still managed to force himself to sit up and look around, trying to figure out what happened.
A loud crash and Harry snapped his head in the direction of the sound; he could see the car he had been in, it had come to a stop at the bottom of the hill after hitting a large tree. Ignoring his own pain, Harry stumbled to his feet and made his way down the hill as quickly as he could.
“Mum! Dad!” Harry called out. He was nearly there when the whole car just seemed to be suddenly engulfed in flames, the force of the explosion sending Harry falling back onto the ground. He could hear his mother screaming, and there wasn't anything that he could do but sit and watch as the car burned.
Green eyes snapped open and, with a scream, Harry attempted to jump to his feet only to be stopped by the shackles still around his wrists. Slumping back down onto the cold stone floor Harry attempted to catch his breath, his heart still beating rapidly as the image of his parents' car burning was still far too vivid in his mind. He looked around the his cell for something to get his mind off the dream he had been trapped in, and his eyes settled on the body of Draco, which had been propped up against the bars of Harry's cell.
“Is ickle-Potter finally awake?” Bellatrix asked as she stepped out of the shadows she had been hiding in. “Did you have a pleasant dream?” she cackled. Harry looked up at her, narrowing his eyes, but said nothing. Bellatrix laughed happily. “This is why I love Gryffindors! So much fire, and well, you know what they say, it's best to fight fire with fire.” She had her wand pointed at Harry again. The small boy didn't even blink; this woman had killed Draco, had left the body against the bars so that Harry would be sure to see it after waking up from the most wonderful, and at the same time, most horrible dream.
“Ardens Sanguinis.” Bellatrix laughed more when the spell hit Harry square in the chest.
Harry winced, closing his eyes when he felt the spell hit him before heat started slowly spreading through his body starting from where the spell had struck. It only took a few moments before Harry no longer felt cold from the stone floor as heat spread through his whole body. It didn't feel so bad to Harry at first, as he had been more than a little cold being tied up there for who knew how long, however, once his whole body was warmed, it didn't stop getting hotter.
Harry tried to press himself back against the stones, looking for some relief from the heat that was burning him from the inside. It felt very similar to his magic when that felt like it was burning him just under the skin, however, this heat seemed to be deeper than that, and it never stopped getting hotter. Harry could hear Bellatrix laughing as he pulled on the restraints or tried to press closer to the stones that no longer felt cold, or at the very least were no longer offering him any relief from the burning in his body.
“Is it too hot for the baby-Potter?” Bellatrix let out her cackling laugh again but Harry ignored her, biting his lip hard. “There is one way to make the burning stop,” Bellatrix offered and Harry still didn't reply; he had been handling this feeling from his magic for months now, he could deal with this until the spell wore off.
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Draco was having no success in talking with Blaise; after talking with his mother that morning and going to look for the tan boy, Draco hadn't been able to bring himself to approach him again. Blaise was still obviously angry with him, and rightfully so.
Draco had decided that it would be best if he came up with a good reason to talk to Blaise first before seeking the other boy out again. So he was currently sitting in his room, trying to think, when he felt something come through the bond from Harry's side; it was an almost overwhelming feeling of anger and he clutched the arm of the chair tightly. It wasn't the first time that Draco had felt something over the past two days, but it was the first time it had been this strong.
Draco thought that maybe that was a good thing, given that it meant that not only was their Harry definitely still alive but not broken either. It also occurred to Draco that he could maybe use it as an excuse to talk to Blaise, and that this is something that his boyfriend might actually want to hear enough to actually stop and listen, rather than walking away from him as he had been doing recently.
Standing, the blond boy hurried to his door, however, he only made it halfway across the room when something else echoed through the bond, also a lot stronger than it had been before. A slight burning, starting from his chest, was working its way through his whole body. Grey eyes widened as he recognised the spell almost immediately; it was something that had only been used on him once when he was younger, but the burning sensation running through his vanes wasn't something that you forgot all that easily.
"Blaise!" Draco screamed as he fell to his knees, not sure if his boyfriend would be close enough to hear him, but desperate to get help, not only for himself but for Harry as well. Draco wrapped his arms around himself; logically he knew that he could just close the bond and go find Blaise, tell the tan boy what was happening, demand that they go and rescue Harry now. However, Draco couldn't bring himself to block his small boyfriend out, Harry was in this much pain because of him, if he blocked him out now it would feel like he was giving up on Harry completely.
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Narcissa waited as patiently as she could in her husband's study, and had been sitting in there for nearly three hours when he came in. He stopped just inside the doorway to stare in surprise at his wife; though he never let his Malfoy mask fall, the slight widening of his eyes was enough indication that he was truly surprised to see her.
“Hello, Lucius,” Narcissa greeted as she stood up. Lucius narrowed his eyes closing his study door behind him.
“You disappear for months, and the first thing you have to say to me is 'hello'?” Lucius asked.
“You knew where I was, and you knew why I left,” Narcissa pointed out.
“All I knew is that you went to visit 'a friend' because you couldn't stand the tension in the manor anymore,” Lucius said. “That does not mean that I knew exactly where you were.”
“That is all I am going to tell you,” Narcissa said, sure that Lucius had figured out quite enough on his own already, and was satisfied when Lucius let out an exasperated sigh.
“Very well, then why have you returned? Am I going to get cryptic answer to this question as well?” Lucius asked.
“I am here for Harry Potter,” Narcissa said and this time couldn't stop the small smile as Lucius' Malfoy mask fell for just a moment to reveal true surprise before it was hidden again.
“How do you know the boy is here?” Lucius narrowed his eyes.
“I know he is here, Lucius. How I know does not matter; why I am here for him is far more important, I think. If you care to know why then I suggest you make sure we cannot be disturbed and I will explain what I know,” Narcissa offered, watching as Lucius hesitated for just a split second before waving his wand at the door putting silencing and locking charms.
“Now we have privacy, explain yourself,” Lucius ordered.
“I am here for Harry because he has a signature bond with our son,” she said simply.
“Potter is bonded to both Draco and the Zabini heir,” Lucius replied. “Severus has already informed the Dark Lord of the bond, though he failed to mention what type of bond it was... How do you know this?” Lucius gave his wife an accusing look.
“Because I have spent the last two days with our son,” Narcissa answered. “That is also how I know that Harry is here, and I will not sit idly by while you cause our son any more pain than you already have.” Narcissa did not raise her voice but she was obviously very angry with Lucius.
“And you think that you can walk in here and just take the boy with you? If I don't stop you, there are plenty of others here that will,” Lucius said.
“I will not be leaving here until I have Harry. You can stop me if you wish; or you can face the facts. Our Lord is not the man he was before he was defeated the first time, and Potter's magic is far stronger than anyone ever anticipated; it was strong enough to activate a signature bond with not only Draco, but Blaise as well, and surely even you know what that means.” Narcissa looked at her husband.
“And if you are wrong about this, then we all die,” Lucius said.
“How long do you think we have before the Dark Lord kills us anyway?" Narcissa asked tersely. "I know you have always been disappointed in the way that Draco has turned out, but if you have ever had an ounce of love for your son, I am asking you, as your wife, please help me with this Lucius,” she requested; she would not beg, and she would not plead with Lucius to help her.
“I will not,” Lucius answered stiffly. “However, out of respect for our marriage, I will not stop you right now. I will be back in this study in one hour, if you are still here I am taking you to our Lord and you will be dealt with properly.” Lucius turned and left the office then, leaving Narcissa in there. She wasn't surprised or relieved by his answer in anyway, though it was still more than she had expected from him. It was clear she would have to just do this herself.
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Snape knelt before Voldemort in the room that had been rearranged to look more like a throne room than the ballroom it had once been. Other Death Eaters were standing around in a semi-circle waiting and watching to see what Voldemort was going to do to the potions master, who was rumored to be the traitor in their ranks.
“I am still very displeased with you, Severus,” Voldemort hissed.
“I know I have failed you, My Lord,” Snape replied evenly.
“Do you now? How have you failed me?” Voldemort questioned, wanting to hear if Snape truly did know all the ways he had failed in his duties.
Not lifting his head at all, Snape voiced again everything he had 'failed' at over the past few months, from the potion, to not informing him about the bond between Harry, Draco and Blaise.
“Yes, those are very large failures Severus. Any other person would have been killed for such failures; give me one reason why I should keep you alive then?” Voldemort narrowed red eyes at the man knelt before him.
“I can think of none, My Lord,” Snape answered smoothly, though he was very confident that Voldemort wouldn't kill him or the man would have done so long before now.
“Come now, Severus, surely you do not wish for me to kill you,” Voldemort said and a few of the surrounding Death Eaters chuckled.
“I do not wish to die, My Lord. However, if you believe that I have done something worthy of death, nothing I say would change your mind,” Snape answered. “Though, if you insist that I give some form of answer, all I can say is that I have been a loyal follower all these years, I have failed you many times over, but I have also brought you success, and valuable information from inside the Order.”
“Indeed,” Voldemort said, looking thoughtful for a moment. “You say you are loyal to me, and yet, recently I have not seen that loyalty you speak of. Perhaps you have been hiding in Dumbledore's ranks for too long, perhaps you have grown fond of a few on their side. It has been known to happen before,” Voldemort said. “I seem to recall you once asking me to spare someone, the Potter boy's mother; I can not quite recall her name.” Voldemort smirked down at the man. “Do you happen to remember, Severus?”
“Lily, My Lord, the boy's mother's name was Lily,” Snape said.
“Yes, that was it. Tell me, have you developed a fondness for her son?” Voldemort questioned.
“The boy is arrogant, and far too full of himself. There are some who say he reminds them of his mother; I, however, see far more of his father in the whelp,” Snape answered and heard Voldemort chuckle.
“The boy is currently being held in the dungeon. Why don't you go down and visit him? Take out some of your anger at the boy's father on him,” Voldemort said, waving his hand. “You are dismissed,” he said. Snape bowed a little lower before standing and leaving the room under the watchful gaze of Voldemort.
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Harry had no idea how long it had been; he still felt as if he was being burnt alive from the inside out, his skin felt raw and tender, he could even see red patches forming on his arms and chest as burns started to form on his chest. The cold stones had stopped giving him any kind of relief for this intense burning, and more than once his mind flashed back to the dream he had been trapped in before this and he couldn't help but wonder if this is what his mother had felt like when she had been trapped in the burning car.
“...just a dream...” Harry hissed quietly to himself.
“Bellatrix,” a voice snapped and Harry lifted his head slightly to see Lucius standing next to the crazy witch. “Do you not remember the order we were given, not to kill the boy?”
“I'm not killing him, just burning him slowly,” Bellatrix replied, not looking away from Harry.
“Which will eventually kill him,” Lucius reminded her, “Perhaps I should go inform our Lord of the spell you have decided appropriate for torture?” That was enough to get Bellatrix's attention off of Harry, as she turned to glare at Lucius.
“Our Lord trusts me more than he does you at the moment, Lucy.” Bellatrix smirked. “After all, it is your son and your wife who have gone missing, deserted our cause and betrayed the Dark Lord,” Bellatrix said; however, Lucius merely raised an eyebrow at her, seemingly unimpressed with her words.
“I believe the Dark Lord trusts my judgment far more than yours at the moment, Bellatrix, given my mind is far clearer than yours, since I did not spend fifteen years locked up with the Dementors. And though Narcissa is my wife, she is your sister, and your family history isn't perfect either; two traitor sisters,” Lucius pointed out and he didn't seem fazed at all when his sister-in-law's face twisted in anger and she pointed her wand at him.
“You dare imply that I would ever betray my Lord?” she shouted, her shrill voice echoing off the walls.
“Do not question my loyalty, and I shall not question yours,” Lucius said. “Now leave.” He watched as Bellatrix glared at him, giving one more look to Harry before leaving the dungeon, sending a blasting curse towards random objects as she went. Lucius then turned his full attention to Harry, who seemed to have completely ignored the whole exchange between them; the boy's eyes were closed and his skin seemed to have a red tint to it now. Lucius was sure now that Bellatrix would have let the spell continue until the boy was covered in blisters and burns.
“You are rather lucky, Mr. Potter, that I did not leave you alone with her for longer,” Lucius said. The only response he got was green eyes opening to look at him. “Bellatrix has always enjoyed the pain of others.”
“Fuck off,” Harry hissed, closing his eyes again.
“Frustum,” Lucius said as he waved his wand and Harry screamed as a deep cut appeared on his upper arm near his shoulder; it hurt far more than it normally would have, due to his burning skin. “That will help stop the burning spell,” Lucius said before he turned and left, leaving Harry alone as the boy slumped back against the stones.
The cut stung, and was still bleeding, but Harry was surprised and relieved to realise that the burning had stopped. Closing his eyes again, Harry relaxed as much as he could; this was the first time since arriving that he had been left alone and he was sure it wouldn't be for very long. He'd been placed under the sleeping spell twice now, which made it very difficult for him to keep track of how long it had actually been.
His eyes drifted to the body of Draco, that had once again been left; the memory of Bellatrix killing Draco, right before she had spelled Harry to sleep again, felt fresh in his mind and the pain of it made his heart and head ache painfully. He no longer felt as if his body were on fire and, though he was tired, sleep was the last thing on Harry's mind.
“Draco,” he whispered, knowing there wouldn't be any answer from the other boy. He could see cuts and bruises littering the blond boy's body, his sleek blond hair, always perfect, was dirty and matted with blood in places. He had been tortured and killed because Harry hadn't answered any of Lucius' questions.
Harry continued to stare at the body of Draco, unable to look away; it was his fault that Draco was here, his fault that the blond boy had been captured and tortured like this. Harry felt horrible about the fact that maybe he could have stopped it, could have given Lucius what he wanted in exchange for them letting Draco go. But with how easily Bellatrix had killed the blond boy, not having even thought twice about it before snapping his neck, Harry was sure that Draco would have been killed either way.
Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, Harry lifted his head, narrowing his eyes as he waited to see who it was that decided to take a turn to come and torture him.
“It is a wonder that you have lived this long, Potter, with the kind of messes you get yourself into.” The far too familiar voice of Snape had Harry shocked as he stared up at the potions master.
“You... how... what are you doing here?” Harry asked. Snape didn't answer however, as he caught sight of the dead body of Draco. He visibly stiffened, forcing his gaze away and focusing back on Harry when the boy continued speaking. “You have to get me out of here,” Harry said, keeping his voice soft, as though someone were listening in on them.
“Is that why you think I am here? To clean up this mess you have once again created?” Snape sneered, his words and tone of voice seemed to catch Harry off guard.
“Dumbledore sent you, didn't he?” Harry asked. He and Snape didn't have a perfect relationship, they would never be friends, but they had at least reached an understanding. Or so Harry had thought. However, the cold look he was receiving from his potions professor now was making him rethink the trust he had put in this man.
“Dumbledore does not know I am even here,” Snape said, pulling his wand out slowly. “You are a foolish child, you trust people far too easily. I am sure, given time, even the Dark Lord himself can gain your trust and support,” Snape said, his lips twitching into a slight smirk before he waved his wand.
Harry continued to stare with wide eyes and, when he saw his teacher's wand, Harry started struggling against his bindings, truly trying to get free and ignoring the bite of metal cutting the skin around his wrists the more he pulled.
“Crucio.” Harry was screaming even before the spell hit him, his body convulsing in pain as he thrashed about. The curse seemed to hurt far more than he remembered, however, Harry couldn't form any coherent thought, all that mattered was that every nerve in his body was on fire, there was nothing to compare this pain to because nothing ever hurt this much.
Snape held the curse on Harry, watching as the boy screamed and thrashed about on the floor, the chains binding the boy's wrists digging in deeper until he could see blood dripping through the shackles. The potions master was sickened to admit how easy it was for him to cast the curse on the boy, and how easily he would be able to cast it over and over again. Lifting the curse, letting Harry breath for a few moments, Snape looked once again to the body of Draco. The thing was an eyesore, and left there just to cause Harry more pain.
Flicking his wand Snape, incinerated the corpse. Harry's scream echoed through the dungeon again and Snape looked back at the boy, who was watching the spot where Draco's body had been. The boy had thought it really was Draco; deciding to use this to his advantage, Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry again. “Another person has died because of you. How many more people are going to have to die for you? What has ever made you so special?” Snape hissed and Harry looked up at the man; green eyes shone with unshed tears, Lily's eyes, and for a moment Snape faltered. Closing his eyes for a moment and reminding himself why he was doing this, Snape cast the Cruciatus curse again without looking directly at the boy.
It was more painful to watch this time as Harry grit his teeth, keeping his mouth shut tightly in an attempt not to scream, green eyes closed tightly as the body jerked about, trying to escape the cause of his pain. “Worthless boy,” Snape said, and now Harry was screaming again, pain mixed with pure anger as a powerful burst of magic broke through the wards surrounding Harry's cell, and the chains binding the boy exploded off, sending tiny shards of metal flying in all directions.
The whole house was shaking as Harry's magic was finally free. “Harry-” Snape, who had a cut to his face and several tears in his robes from exploded manacles, began to say, but he was blasted back against the stone wall; Harry's whole being was pulsing with raw magic as he glared at his potions professor.
Footsteps could be heard as people hurried down to the dungeon to find out what was going on. It was only moments before they burst into the room and saw Harry standing, still inside his now destroyed cell and Snape being held against the wall by an invisible force.
“Quick! Someone use the spell!” one of the Death Eaters said and multiple people had their wands pointed at Harry, though none of them even got a chance to say a single spell as Harry's magic lashed out at them next, stunning most of them. With Harry momentarily distracted, Snape was let go; taking advantage of this, the potions master twisted on the spot and vanished.
The small angry boy paid no attention to Snape running away. Now that he was out and his magic was free, he had to get out of there; silently wishing that he could just apparate out like Snape had, Harry started pulling his magic back inside, keeping a tight hold on it, hissing at the burning, his body still sensitive from the curse that Bellatrix had put on him before.
With his pathway cleared, Harry climbed over the Death Eaters, not really caring if he stepped on any of them on his way up the stairs. The door at the top had been left open in their hurry to get down to him and Harry pushed his way through, coming out to stand in a hallway. He closed the dungeon door behind him frowning at the painting that the door was hidden behind; it looked like a normal painting of a rather elaborate garden and Harry was thankful that there was no one in the painting to raise the alarm.
Looking left then right, Harry decided to try the left hallway first; if he could find a door or a window he could escape that way. Making sure to keep a tight hold on his magic, he kept the image of Draco firmly in his mind, fueling his anger, which in turn fueled his magic. The last thing he wanted was to have his magic too calm for him to do anything if he ran into any other Death Eaters.
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Remus quietly excused himself from the kitchen; the Order meeting was long over and now all they could do was wait again for more news.
“Where you off too?” Sirius asked when Remus stood up from the table.
“Someone should tell Draco and Blaise that Snape has been called to see Voldemort,” Remus said, sighing when Sirius growled at the mention of Harry's bond-mates. “You don't have to talk to them, Sirius, but they have a right to know.”
“It's their fucking fault that Harry's been captured to begin with!” Sirius snapped and Remus just shook his head, telling himself that Sirius would calm down when Harry was back safe and sound, but the werewolf knew that wasn't true. This whole incident just made Sirius distrust the two Slytherins even more than he already did.
“Maybe, but they are still bonded to Harry and should at least know what's going on,” Remus said.
“Whatever,” Sirius snarled, looking back down at the coffee cup that he currently had clutched in both hands, if Remus hadn't seen his friend fill the cup with coffee he would have assumed that the cup held something stronger. Without saying another word, Remus turned and left the kitchen, going to the sitting room to use the fireplace in there.
Kneeling down in front of the fire, Remus threw some floo powder in and watched the flames turn green; he called out the destination before sticking his head in. A moment later a nicely furnished room appeared. “Hello?” Remus called out tentatively. A house elf appeared in front of him, looking at him curiously. “I need to talk to Mr. Malfoy, or Mr. Zabini, if either of them are available?” Remus requested and the elf nodded before vanishing again.
It was only a few moments later when Blaise came into the room. He paused when he saw that it was Remus in the fireplace and not Snape like he had expected. “What do you want?” Blaise asked. not even attempting to speak more politely.
“I thought that you would like to know that Snape's been summoned by Voldemort, we're waiting for him to come back at the moment,” Remus explained and Blaise nodded.
“Is that all?” Blaise asked.
Remus let out a small sigh and nodded. “For now, someone will let you know when we find out anything else.” However, before anything else could be said, another house elf appeared in the room looking at Blaise with wide eyes in panic.
“I is coming as quick as I can, Master! It is Master Malfoy, sir, he is not being well, not well at all. He is needing yous, sir, he is being in his room right now,” the creature squeaked out and Blaise frowned for a moment.
“Is everything okay?” Remus asked looking from the elf to Blaise.
“I'm not sure,” Blaise replied before he hurried out of the room heading up the stairs to Draco's room. He could hear screaming before he had even reached the top. Moving quicker, Blaise ran down the hall and burst into Draco's room, his eyes landing on his blond boyfriend as he watched Draco writhing around on the floor in obvious pain. Blaise remembered what his mother had said to him earlier that morning, that Draco was already suffering enough for his mistake, however, Blaise hadn't thought that Draco would have kept the bond open with Harry, knowing what their boyfriend was most likely going through.
Another scream from Draco had Blaise moving forward, dropping to his knees next to the blond boy. “Draco, close the bond, block it off,” Blaise demanded but Draco shook his head, gritting his teeth to stop himself from screaming again. “You suffering like this isn't the way to make up for any of this!”
“I know that!” Draco hissed out. “But I refuse to abandon him!” Draco closed his eyes tightly; he had been trying to fight through the pain, wanting to send some sort of reassurance through the bond, to let Harry know that he wasn't alone, however, each attempt only seemed to echo back more pain. Draco's hand shot out suddenly to grip tightly at Blaise's arm as the pain he was feeling through the bond took on a whole new level.
Blaise wanted to ask what was happening, if Draco was in this much pain, then he didn't even want to think about what Harry was feeling. However, before he could ask anything he felt a shudder go through him, before he felt the familiar pull that he associated with Harry's magic.
“His magic is going crazy,” Blaise said, helping Draco sit up as best he could. The blond boy slumped against Blaise's shoulder, too tired to hold himself up at the moment.
“We have to go get him... he'll kill himself this time if we don't stop him...” Draco tried to stand but Blaise stopped him.
“You're in no shape to go anywhere at the moment, not to mention showing up at Malfoy Manor right now would be committing suicide. I may still be angry with you but I don't want to see you dead,” Blaise said and Draco looked up at him.
“I really didn't mean for this to happen, Blaise,” Draco tried to say but Blaise put a hand over his mouth to stop him from talking.
“Not right now, Draco, we can talk about this at great length when we have Harry back,” Blaise said firmly and Draco could only nod his head in agreement.
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Harry was sure that he must be getting closer to an exit, he had tried a few doors to find them all locked, and so far there hadn't been any windows for him to try as he had been going from one hallway to the next. At one point Harry was sure that the house must be trying to keep him trapped inside, because each hallway looked the same, and also Harry couldn't imagine any house having to be quite so large.
Finally after what seemed like hours of trying doors and moving as quickly and quietly as he could, Harry found himself in what he thought was the center of the house, as there was a staircase leading upwards. There were more doors leading off into other sections of the house but Harry's attention was caught by the set of double doors directly across from him; they were slightly open. He moved across the hall and paused just in front of the doors, deciding that he would just have a look inside, see if there was a door that lead to outside, or perhaps a fireplace that he could use to floo back to Italy, or even Hogwarts, anywhere as long as it wasn't here.
Harry wasn't able to see much through the door, so he chanced pushing it open a little more. The room inside appeared to be quite large as Harry still couldn't see all of it but there was no sign of a fireplace in there, however, he did see a few windows that looked promising. Taking a deep breath, Harry scanned the room as best he could while slowly pushing the door open wider.
Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up seconds before a spell hit the door, shattering the wood and causing Harry to jump back in surprise, his eyes wide as he looked in the direction the spell had come from.
“Leaving so soon, Harry?” Voldemort hissed and Harry narrowed his eyes at the snake faced man, his magic still burning just under his skin. “I may have over exaggerated your usefulness, perhaps it would be best if I just disposed of you now,” Voldemort said, aiming his wand at Harry, who didn't move.
Harry stood there waiting ready to start dodging anything Voldemort could throw at him, loosening the hold he had on his magic a little, feeling the air around him spark with the wild magic. “You've never managed to do that before, what makes you think now will be any different?” Harry asked with a cheeky grin.
“Insolent boy.” Voldemort threw the first spell and Harry managed to move out of the way easily, and it began. Harry moved about dodging each spell thrown at him. It was far too similar to when he had seen the snake faced man before, still shirtless and wandless, trying to stay on his feet and away from anything thrown at him. The only difference this time was the fact that Harry could use his magic; he could still feel it just under his skin, waiting to be let loose.
“You will never win, Potter!” Voldemort hissed, sounding more than a little frustrated as Harry dodged another spell shot at him. “What do you have to gain, by fighting me now? Bellatrix has told me that the Malfoy boy is already dead, it won't be long before others join him,”
“Go ahead! Keep making me more angry, you bastard!” Harry shouted. “You killed my parents, you killed Cedric! And now you killed Draco! I will NOT allow you to kill anyone else that I love!” Harry let his magic loose in a quick burst, just enough to send Voldemort back a few feet and give the dark wizard a small taste of the magic he was up against. Harry thought he saw a look of surprise cross Voldemort's face but it was gone too quickly to tell.
“Love,” Voldemort scoffed at the word. “Love makes you weak.” Voldemort shot another curse at Harry, who dodged it easily. “And I will kill everyone you hold dear, I will burn Hogwarts to the ground and force you to watch as I rip apart the world you care so much about,” Voldemort hissed verbally, echoing the words in Harry's mind while showing the boy a mental picture of what he had envisioned.
Harry's eyes widened at the vivid image of Hogwarts in flames, the lake a dark crimson color from the amount of blood spilled while the grounds surrounding the school were covered with the bodies of students, Harry's own mind supplying the rest of the image with the faces of people he loved and cared about. It was that image that made him finally snap; no longer holding his magic back, Harry let it all go. The windows in the room shattered as Harry screamed, his eyes locked on Voldemort's as the dark wizard tried firing one spell after another at Harry, each and every one of them being blocked by the raw power surrounding Harry. That same raw power forced its way down through the bond that Harry had with Voldemort, burning the connection as it went.
Harry sank to the floor, no longer screaming as he watched his magic work on Voldemort, the snake faced man stumbling back as he tried to fight off the invisible force that seemed to have taken over his body. Over in the corner, Nagini was thrashing about as well before she stilled completely, her eyes open but unseeing.
Voldemort fell to the floor. “I... will... not... loose...” he hissed, still holding his wand as he aimed it towards Harry. “Avada... keda... v...” The words stopped as the red eyes went blank and Voldemort slumped over dead on the floor, leaving Harry sitting there staring at the man who had been aiming the killing curse at him once again, unsure about what had happened, or what his magic had actually done.
TBC
And another chapter down, ONE MORE TO GO! Seriously! I am so excited about this! I can't believe I am almost done with this whole story...it's a little sad, though at the same time, I am kind of glad to be seeing the end of this, because now I can focus on my other stories.

I would also like to point out that the cliff hanger in this chapter was totally my beta reader's fault!
Spell Ardens Sanguinis: It means Burning Blood, I think it is a little self explanatory. It slowly heats up a persons blood until the person literally starts burning up from the inside. There are two ways to stop the curse, the first one is if the caster cancels the curse, the second way is to basically get rid of the 'bad blood' in the body, the fastest way to do this is by of course bleeding. The deeper the cut, the better.

I didn't use this spell to it's full extent, as the whole scene I had written out was far to grousoum and I felt it didn't have much of a place in this story.
That being said, please feel free to look me up on Facebook under Celtic Kitsune!
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