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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The following chapter contains heavy violence, gore, and rape. If you do not like, or cannot read such things, such things please do not read the following chapter.

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Heir To The Throne

CH 29

The challenge of Life

The cave was old, so old that it made his bones ache just to be in it, worn by time and water as the soft green water tickled down the face. Which made him comfortably aware of a fierce need to pee. Licking his lips nervously he set his fingers on the nearest wall, which despite being cold and dark it was as as smooth as the marble in Malfoy Manor, the tingle of magic trapped inside of it making his hand go numb. The magic was ancient and strong, and he knew instantly there was something strong and dark in here. Something that wanted to bend reality to it's will...a horcrux or a creature. Whatever was creating the magic, was making it cling to the walls, making the dark walls seem to shimmer and waver, as if he was standing within a mirage.

Shaking his head, Harry gripped his wand tighter in his hand, before nodding to himself. After a moment, his feet decided to listen to his mind and took a step forward, walking deeper into the cave, as he reminded himself he was protected by both magic and steel. The sword gleaming in his hand shone as he looked around, magic itself making it shine slightly as he walked. Swallowing thickly as he looked around, the ground sloping downwards gently, causing Harry's legs to ache and his feet to slip on the slightly damp ground. By the time he reached level ground again, Harry was panting with the effort of walking. It had taken him nearly ten minutes to make his way down to where the tunnel had leveled back...and presented him with a stone archway blocking his path.

It was made from the same smooth rock as the rest of the cave, thick wooden doors between the two marked with the letters LIFE. Hesitating, Harry examined the normal looking doors, made from a wood that hadn't been seen in centuries. They were ancient, he knew they had to be, and yet they looked like they had only been put up that morning. Unpainted, unstained white wood that should have rotted away a long time ago, magic keeping it new, as if it was still alive.

"The Challenge of Life."Harry muttered to himself, "they all said I would face my greatest fear....so...what will I face?"He wondered as he looked up at the top of the door where life was printed in wiccan lettering

"Only one way to find out."He stated, taking a deep breath as he stepped forward. Gasping in astonishment as the flair of magic blinded him, and the roll of thunder made him slap his hands over his ears, staggering and collapsing.

He groaned as he woke, staggering to his feet, staring dumbly around himself. He was no longer in the cave, he was in a forest, standing on bare earth, his clothes mostly gone. Though he was thankful to still being wearing pants, despite the tattered shape they were in. Closing his hands, he whimpered without thinking, his wand and sword missing. He didn't know where they had gone, but a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that they had been taken when he'd been caught....Caught? By who? Death eaters his mind supplied readily.

Yes, he was starting to remember, he had been at the Cave of Merlin, he had gone inside and had been ambushed. They had taken his things, knocking him out to take him to his enemy. Harry couldn't quite remember who it had been. Dumbledore or Voldemort? 'Voldemort. He was using you, tricking you. Tried to break you, tried to kill you."The voice in his mind supplied, but Harry had survived. Hadn't been broken. He had escaped, and that's all that mattered. He was free, wandless yes, but free and now he just had to find his friends.

Getting to his feet with a groan he rubbed his eyes, his head snapping around at the sound of a small pained cry. Gasping when he caught sight of Luna, stumbling as he moved to her side. The woman's lower half completely covered in blood, her stomach so large it was obvious she was carrying twins, and long overdue with them. She let out another weak cry and pushed, her face scrunched in agony as fresh blood spilled onto the barren ground, making Harry's eyes widen at the scent of wet copper. Luna was in labor, and something was very very wrong. He had read baby books, with Neville. Some blood was normal, that much blood...

"Harry?"Luna asked weakly as she noticed the man hovering over him,whimpering as he flipped her skirt up and out of the way. Gasping in horror as two babies stared up at him from the ground, eyes blank, skin pale and blue, lifeless and dead as Luna cried out in pain again. Pushing once more, unleashing another painful flood of blood that covered the babies, making Harry gag and choke on bile as he sobbed, pressing her skirt against her, trying to stop the flow of blood, the impossible amount of blood she was losing. Whimpering as blood coated his hands, even as Luna went still and cold, dead as her babies.

"No!No Luna, don't die on me!Please!I need you!"Harry wailed sobbing as he pulled her into a tight hug, ignoring how he was completely coated in her blood as he sobbed. Feeling grief, a grief so great that it was like he was going to die from it. And the nightmare had just begun.

"Harry?Is that you?"Another voice, weak and pained came from Harry's left, making the brunette turn to look, gasping in horror as he spotted Neville, who was clutching his gut, laying on his side at a funny angle as if he had fallen there and couldn't move to get more comfortable. Neville was deathly pale to, and getting paler as the dark puddle under him got darker. The stink of feces told Harry that Neville's guts had been torn, ripped or cut out. There was no saving him either.

"Oh god Nev..."Harry whispered as he crawled over to his cousin with guilt clawing t him, which made the grief so much worse."Oh god no...."Harry sobbed, peering between Neville's fingers and gagging at the mess he saw underneath.

"Harry...Luna...is she...?"He sounded so weak and broken, and it was all Harry could do to shake his head."The...the babies?"Harry shook his head again, Neville closing his eyes, swallowing thickly."Harry...kill me?Please?"He asked hopefully, Harry sobbing harder as he shook his head, struggling not to break down.

"I can't!Don't ask me to. PLEASE don't ask me."Harry pleaded, making the young man offer him another weak smile.

"Please... it hurts so much... I'll die slow, it's a gut wound. Not even your Seraphim could heal me now... please... just end the pain p-"Neville pleaded, coughing as blood spilled out of his mouth.

"I love you Nev."Harry whispered, his mind so filled with grief he couldn't think of anything else, gripping his cousin's chin and wishing he had a sword. Twisting, the sick grating of the crack of bones grinding together and then breaking filled the air. The sounds making Harry's stomach roll even as he struggled not to throw up. Neville was dead in a instant, Harry stumbling to his feet as he fell a few feet away throwing up. Unable to see, unable to think, as he sobbed wildly, trembling violently. His world so broken that he couldn't do anything by lay there for a few minutes, and wonder how he knew how to snap someone's neck.

He didn't lay there for long though, only a few hours before staggering to his feet again. He still had people to protect, and had someone to kill. Voldemort or Dumbledore? He couldn't remember, but the little voice in his head suggested both. That he had to kill them both. Driving himself to his feet, he pause to shake off his grief and sorrow, before starting off again. Following the invisible tug, unsure what he was following, but knowing he had to follow it. He wasn't sure how long he walked, feeling numb, sore, and guilty. Feeling just all around terrible as he came upon a small camp, only a single tent an a long dead fire. A familiar shock of red hair startling him into the realization as he crept closer, trembling as he realized it wasn't just one head of red hair, but five. Ron, Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill were all laying strewn across the small clearing that they had camped in. Literally.

Bill's leg was up a tree, but his torso was laying half out the tent. Ron's head was stuck to a pike sticking out of the ground, decapitated from the body that laid in pieces around it. Charlie lay gutted, parts of his intestines strewn all over, hanging from the branches and trees, the stench of decay and defilement hung heavy in the air, making Harry's eyes burn and water, bile rising in his throat as he gagged. There was werewolf traces all over, and Harry recognized the shade of fur stuck to everything here and there. "Fenrir..." Fenrir had killed them all, gutted and slaughtered them just for the fun of it. Harry had trusted him and he killed everything.

"No no no..."Harry whispered in horror, turning and fleeing the campsite. Stumbling in terror, wondering what he was going to find next as he choked on bile and tears as he raced away from the horror of his dead family. Branches and twigs snapping at his face as he ran, slamming hard into someone, bouncing back and hitting the ground with a sickening thunk. Panting hard in terror and horror, Harry shook his head as he tried to clear his vision.

"Harry!Harry, Run!"The forest elf demanded, Devlin's voice unstrung with anger and helplessness as he struggled against something, the vicious snarling informing him that whatever Devlin was fighting, it wasn't a werewolf. Blinking hard, Harry managed to clear his sight just in time to see Gabriel Bloodhaven drive the two long snake-like fangs deep into Devlin's neck, starting to suck and slurp with horrible noises and Devlin choked. The forest elf gagged and jerked in the vampire's grip, trying to break free even as Harry roared in horror, and dove for the man. Clawing at the vampire's face, trying to save his friend.

Gabriel just laughed, flinging Harry out of the way effortlessly, pain flaring across Harry's ribs where Gabriel had struck him. He hit the ground hard, feeling the snap of bones as he coughed hard, Devlin hanging limp and dead in Gabriel's arms, the vampire laughing wickedly as he dropped the forest elf, before vanishing in a swirl of shadows and darkness. Harry screaming in rage as he crawled over to Devlin, sobbing as he pressed a kiss to the others forehead, closing the elf's eyes. Trying to overcome his grief, overcome his guilt, white hot pain helping to numb his emotions as his ribs protested loudly to everything he did.

Harry laid there for a long time, trying to overcome the wounds Gabriel had given him the dead Devlin almost comforting company, pale and cold, but for all the world looking like he was sleeping. Harry finally managed to drive himself to his feet, gasping in pain as he aimed his magic to his ribs, letting them fix him in the way Terrance had taught him. You didn't need a wand to direct the energy of magic, it was just easier with one. Harry couldn't do much, but he could at least ease the pain that was blinding him.

He froze when he heard another cry of pain, horror eating at him. Wondering who was next. Who's face he would see in death? Shifting, he turned to face a clearing, his eyes widening as he watched someone tying Blaise to a table, frozen again as the masked death eaters, ripped open the back of Blaise's shirt, stepping back. Leaving the vampire prone and defenseless against the cat of nine tails that was being prepped with holy water, ready to strike down against the untouched skin.

"No!"Harry screamed, struggling to move, struggling to save Blaise as the first blow landed, Blaise's scream of agony filling the air as blade tipped ends ripped into his skin, holy water mixing with blood. The red spray of blood hitting the trees and the grass as the blow landed across Blaise's back until the man went still. Amazingly enough, he was not dead yet, as his nearly immortal body tried to heal itself, yet even it couldn't heal the damage soaked with holy water. The vampire cried out weakly in pain as they untied him and tossed into to the ground like a rag doll, his bloodied back hitting painfully the rough ground. As one of the death eaters lifted a long silver spike, Harry screamed, screamed until his throat was sore and raw, his voice only a rasp.

Harry turned and threw up at the sound of wet flesh and bone being struck violently, Blaise unleashing one more shriek of utter pain before everything was silent once more. Harry trembling violently as he turned to watch Blaise turn to ash before his eyes. Sobbing wildly as he struggled to move, to run towards him. Only when the last centimeter of Blaise had dissolved into a fine ash and was carried away on the wind, was Harry released from the spell that had been holding him. A death eater laughing wildly as he watched Harry intently.

"Did you enjoy the show boy? You're just going to love what we did to the little one."He hissed smirking viciously as the words made Harry's blood run cold. Terrance, they were going to hurt Terrance. Moving to attack the death eater that held him still, but the man was faster and vanished without a sound, save for a sadistic laugh. Spinning on his heel, Harry raced into the woods, running as fast as he could manage with how broken his body was. Yet, he was determined to save at least one of his friends, one of his family.

He burst into another clearing, this one crawling with death eaters, three of them holding Terrance down and still as the boy screamed, scratched, clawed, and bit at his captors. Struggling helplessly as the death eaters laughed, as Harry screamed in rage rushing forward. Only to be caught by two death eaters, the two of them locking him still yet again, Terrance's crying out in terror as he watched Harry.

The death eaters took no time in stripping Terrance bare, taking his soft innocent flesh without mercy or care, as blood and tears spilled from him. Harry struggled against the spells that held him still, forced to watch them rape his younger brother again and again, until the boy gave in, his eyes glossing over and letting them do as they pleased. Until everyone last one of them was satisfied and content, one of them lifting the boy's head by the hair, looking at Harry, who had tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling terrible that he hadn't been able to save Terrance, closing his eyes as the knife settled against the vulnerable flesh. He kept them closed, hoping it would be done by the time he opened his eyes, hoping that Terrance could forgive him for being a coward and not able to stand witness to more.

By the time he opened his eyes, the death eaters were gone, leaving only his broken brother laying on the ground. Sobbing, stumbling Harry moved to Terrance's side, pulling him tightly into his arms, rocking him, apologizing again and again. Feeling himself going mad with grief and guilt, sobbing over the dead body until he fell asleep. The sleep filled with nightmares and torment, waking with a jerk to the sounds of screams. Struggling to his feet again, filled with a fury he had never experienced before. All his friends, all of his family was dead, and it was Dumbledore...Voldemort's?... he couldn't remember but it was one of their faults. He was going to slaughter them, he was going to kill them all with his bare hands if he had to, they had to pay for the pain that they had caused.

He got to his feet and started towards the sounds of the screaming, the high pitched sounds reminding him of a bird, one he'd found once as a child with it's wing broken, it had cried just like that as Harry picked it up and took it home. The sound of the high pitched screams caused his heart to pick up as he started to run, ignoring the burning agony of his ribs as he rushed through the tree's, the wood bark and branches cutting into his face and arms and feet, drawing blood and stings that only furthered his fury as he raced to end the torture of the helpless creature coming to an immediate stop when he saw not a bird, but Draco with his wrists tied tightly behind his back, death eaters forcing his wings out as another grabbed fist full's of feathers and yanked them out, Draco keening in pain with every fistful, silver tears falling down his cheeks that where collected with vials. They where torturing him...for potions ingredients.

“NO!” Harry shrieked, his eyes wide and furious as he spread his arms, letting his fingers become his wand as he directed the magic, Fury lending him power as he attacked the multitude of death eaters with the very magic that made them wizards, pulling their magic out of their bodies and striking them down with it, leaving five charred remains around the Seraphim, who's wings where stripped almost bare, bloody and ragged. Harry rushed over to his precious lover, the only person he had managed to save, Draco whimpering in pain as Harry carefully untied his wrists, Draco shaking his head.

“No, Harry don't... run, it's a trap..” the blond whispered, his face beautiful, his large purple eyes filled with tears and pleading with Harry to get away, to save himself until a flash of green light cut off his words, as his eyes glossed over instantly and he slumped, dead in Harry's arms, Voldemort laughing as he stepped into the clearing, his wicked red eyes laughing at Harry as his paper thin lips smirked at him, the slitted nose making Harry shudder as he realized that this was not the Tom he had gotten to know.

“Aaw, all of your friends and family, gone.” the man taunted, watching Harry with narrowed eyes, licking his lips. “you where so gullible, thinking that I could actually be any sort of good.” he laughed wickedly, reaching over and plucking a hair from Draco's head, Harry snarling and swiping at Voldemort, clawing the man's hand, but all that the Dark Lord did was laugh at Harry's attempts to protect his dead lover.

“He is gullible.” a second voice stated, sadistic laughter in the voice as Dumbledore appeared, next to Voldemort, both of them smirking viciously at Harry. Who sobbed, realizing that everything, everything had been a trick, a trap. He had fallen into it so easily, had let them manipulate him, had let them kill everyone he loved and cared about.

“You killed all my friends, all my family...” Harry whispered staring at the two men who had ruined his life. “you did all of this...for what!?”

“To break you of course. To make you suffer.” Voldemort stated walking around Harry, a leer on his lips. "It's a shame you denied me, I would have loved to take your sweet flesh before murdering you” he admitted laughing wickedly as Dumbledore sneered.

“You didn't break like we thought you would though, a shame. It would have been better for you if you had just gone insane like you where supposed to. Now we have to kill you.” Dumbledore admitted with a smirk, Harry hissing in Fury as he stood up, lifting his head high, staring at them as he spread his arms, giving them the chance they needed.

“You can never break me.” he snarled eyes flashing with rage as both men laughed, and yelled Avada Kedavra, a flash of green, a strange tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach and in his chest, and then blackness overtook him.

He groaned when he woke, staggering to his feet, he was in a thick forest, standing on bare earth, his shoes missing, his shirt gone... he could be thankful that he was still wearing pants, a pair of tattered and torn jeans, his wand and sword was missing, he didn't know where to but a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that they had been taken when he'd been caught...caught? By who...Death Eaters. Harry had been caught by death eaters.

Yes, he was starting to remember, he had been at the Cave of Merlin, he had gone inside and had been ambushed by Death Eaters, they had taken his wand and his sword and knocked him out, and taken him to an enemy, Harry couldn't quite remember who it had been. Dumbledore or Voldemort? 'Voldemort.' The voice in his mind supplied. 'he was using you, tricked you, tried to break you, tried to kill you.' but Harry had survived, and he hadn't broken, he had escaped. He was free, wand-less but free and now he just had to find his friends.

He looked around, feeling as if he knew this place, frowning as he turned at the sound of a small cry, Luna laying on the ground, her stomach large and round showing that there where twins, instead of the one she and Neville had been expecting and she pushed with a cry of agony, blood spilling between her legs to stain the ground, Harry gasping in horror as he rushed forward to help her before freezing.

"Wait...wait...” he muttered scowling violently. “this already happened...”

“Harry...Harry help me.” Luna whispered, pleading with him, reaching for him, tears trailing down her cheeks as she tried to push again. “Harry... my babies..”

“No...” harry stated stepping away from her. “no this isn't real, your not here... this already happened! This isn't real!” he slapped a hand to his left wrist, a bright flash of light blinding him as the bracelet on his wrist reacted. The silver serpent bracelet that Luna had given him flaring into life as he activated it, pushing magic into the silver as it reached out with it's own power and tore down the spells holding him in the dream world. He gasped hard as he jerked awake, rubbing his eyes as he looked around, back in the cave with the sandy bottom, wand in one hand and silver bracelet in the other, sitting up with a sore groan, shaking his head as he tried to clear his eyesight.

There was a broken rock now, in the muddle of the room, Runes written all over it in ancient Wiccan, a spell to hold a person in their greatest fear. Harry feared loosing everyone, feared being betrayed, feared loosing the war, and the dream had made him face all of his fears. But he didn't break, so it had re-looped, and started playing again. Harry had not broken under the force of the spell, Harry lived his life in fear, but he pressed on because some part of him knew he had to. Some part of him would keep fighting tot he very end, even if it led only to death. He would finish this war, he would kill Dumbledore and set Magic right again, even if it killed him.

He swallowed thickly and opened his pack, taking a long drink of water to sooth his sore throat and ate an apple that Thenton had given him and stood up, heading for the entrance that led deeper into the caves, that led to the room of Death, pausing at the door, this one a strange black metal that was freezing to the touch.

“If Life was about Death.... will Death be about life?” Harry mused remembering what his mother had said, that there were no light without shadows, no life without death. So even as he courted life, he danced with death. Taking a deep breath and feeling the anxiety choking him, he pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

~~**~~**~~**~~Reveiw~~**~~**~~**~~

Harry lost consciousness in the cave and woke up in a forest where he couldn't remeasure anything. He traveled through the woods after remembering that he had been ambushed by death eaters in Merlin's cave and taken away to be tortured. He escaped wearing only a pair of pants and without wand or any sort of weapon.

He wandered the woods coming across his loved ones, family and friends, who all died in various brutal manners. He finally came across Draco who had been tortured and was killed by Voldemort. Harry faced Voldemort who was joined by Dumbledore, both of them admitting that they had been trying to break Harry to use him as a proper pawn. He declared that he would never break and they killed him with Avada Kedavra.

He woke again at the starting point in the woods and he realized it wasn't real, activating Luna's bracelet which destroyed the rune rock which was controlling the illusions. He got up after taking a short rest and headed to the Room of Death, stepping inside.
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