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Whispers of a Rising Darkness	By : ymecdyen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1398 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 3

No one stopped Harry as he barged into the Ministry. They all took one look at his face and quickly got out of his way. The people that were in the lift all hopped out when he got in, even if it wasn't their floor. Harry didn't notice any of it, blood boiling as he stormed down the dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries.

Jex saw him approaching and gleefully took a breath to ask for the password. Seeing Harry's expression though changed his mind and he quickly hopped out of the way with a squawk as Harry stormed past.

Harry put a little to much force behind the flames that would reveal the door to the death chamber and they ended up burning the wood to a cinder upon contact. He didn't care, hurriedly entering the room and quickly clambering up onto the dais, diving through the veil. Once back in purgatory, Harry broke into a run heading for the skeleton tower remains that lay beside the broken fountain, the trip taking a lot less time than usual.

“Severus!” he yelled as he slid down the rubble into the former potions master's house. “Snape! Where are you?”

“Potter!” Snape glared at him, rising from his usual seat. “What in Merlin's name-”

“The demons have taken Malfoy,” Harry interrupted, barging past the man to get to the river. “I need to find out where they've gone.”

Snape put a restraining hand on his shoulder. “What nonsense are you spouting this time, Potter? You know it's forbidden for you to use the river-”

“They've taken him!” Harry shouted, slapping Snape's hand away. “I have to find him or they will kill him.”

Harry reached to dip his hand into the river water when Snape caught his arm. “You will not touch that water, Potter. The balance must be maintained.”

“Fuck the balance!” Harry snarled back.

Snape's grip on his arm became painful and he flung Harry away like he were nothing but a toy. “You dare to say such things in my house!” he yelled, forming a green ball of magic between his hands.

Harry rolled out of the way as Snape flung the ball. It crashed into the floor, creating a shallow pit.

“I told you, you're the only one playing by the rules now!” Harry yelled as Snape formed a second ball, casting a blasting curse that Snape dodged. “If you don't let me use the river, then Voldemort is going to break through to the realm of the living! All hell is going to break loose, literally!”

Snape paused, his dark eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“While you've been focused on maintaining the balance, Lucius has been helping Voldemort gather all the pieces he needs,” Harry breathed out. “They've captured Malfoy, and if they kill him the pathway between the worlds will split wide open. You can't let that happen.”

“Helping you would not be neutral. It would disturb the balance,” Snape said, extinguishing the ball of magic in his hands.

“The balance has already been skewed by Voldemort from when he killed Narcissa,” Harry replied. “The Malfoy's were your friends once, Severus. Draco is your godson. Don't stand by and watch him die for the sake of a balance that only you care about. Please. Help me.”

Snape was silent for a moment, his face revealing no emotion. He abruptly turned and strode to the rivers edge. “Don't make a habit of this, Potter since this is the first and last time I'm going to help you.”

Harry let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, quickly joining Snape as he crouched down and dipped his hand into the bubbling water. “Comperio avius Draco Malfoy,” he muttered.

The water shimmered and rippled under his touch, a hazy image forming beneath the surface that quickly grew in clarity. It showed a tall building, sleek and institutional with it's clean white washed walls lined with huge panes of glass. It looked oddly out of place amongst the broken rubble that made up the rest of purgatory.

“Voldemort's magic at work, no doubt,” Snape drawled with a disapproving sniff. “Nothing but a glamour, a simple illusion to cover up the ugly truth.”

Harry nodded having guessed as much. He leant forward when the image shifted and zoomed into the inside of the building, revealing the drones of minor demons scuttling about, guarding the entrance. He grimaced, wondering how he was going to make it past all of them when the image shifted again.

A small room appeared, with white tiled floors and walls. His heart leapt when he spotted Draco laying unconscious in the middle, Lucius hovering nearby with an amused look on his face. There was no sign of Voldemort.

Snape pulled his hand free from the water, the image disappearing as he stood. “What are you going to do, Potter,” he asked, sounding more curious than concerned. “Even if you make it through those minor demons, you'll still have both Lucius and Voldemort to contend with.”

Harry shook his head. “I've got no choice. I can't let Voldemort make it back to the realm of the living. I won't let him kill Malfoy.”

“As foolhardy and stubborn as ever, I see,” Snape said, a brow raised in an unamused expression. His lips thinned when Harry didn't answer, turning with a swish of his cloak and stalking over to the small table. “I suppose you should take these with you.”

Harry turned, hesitantly taking the small leather pouch Snape was offering him. He peeked inside, blinking in surprise at the pile of golden galleons twinkling up at him. He plucked one from the pouch, almost dropping it in shock when it released a tiny pulse of magic painfully through his arm.

“Raw magic is the only thing I know of that can permanently destroy a demon,” Snape explained, taking the galleon from Harry's fingers and studying it idly. “It lasts longest when attached to gold, but even then it isn't stable. Don't touch them unless you intend to use them, Potter.”

Harry nodded at the warning, tucking the pouch within the confines of his robes. He turned to leave when Snape cleared his throat, drawing his attention.

“Well, this is useless now,” Snape announced, tossing the galleon over his shoulder. It bounced on the floor, falling into the river with a plop. The water bubbled and parted, revealing a swirling dark hole.

“Oh dear,” Snape said, his voice monotone. “I appear to have accidentally opened a portal to the self-same building where they are holding Draco.”

Harry stared at him, gaze flicking over to the river as a smile spread over his face. “Well, it would be a terrible waste of a galleon if I didn't use it,” he said, walking back over to the river edge.

“No. Don't,” Snape replied, sinking into his chair and returning his attention to his stack of parchment. “Stop.”

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, smiling at Snape. “Thanks, Severus,” he said softly.

Snape said nothing, too busy flipping through his pile. Harry grinned before he turned and dived into the dark swirling pool, clutching his wand tightly as he fell. In what seemed like a mere few seconds later, the portal spat him out onto a hard tiled floor.

He winced in pain as he got to his feet wishing not for the first time that travelling by portals gave a softer landing. The sound of chittering made him freeze, a feeling of dread sweeping over him. Bracing himself, Harry turned slowly, grimacing when he discovered the portal had spat him out right amongst the horde of minor demons.

Cursing Snape for his twisted sense of humour, Harry slashed his wand down, blasting away one of the closer demons before it could recover from its initial shock at Harry's sudden and unexpected appearance. Rallied by this, the other demons snarled and charged for him. Spinning in a tight circle Harry cast a series of curses that sent the first wave of demons flying back.

He dove a hand into his robes, drawing out the pouch Snape had given him. Grabbing a handful of galleons, he flung them at the demons. The raw magic pulsed out from them in a visible wave. The demons that the magic touched exploded with a loud bang, sending slimy guts and limbs flying everywhere, some of it splattering over Harry's robes.

He winced in disgust, but didn't pause in his throwing. The demons continued to lunge for him, completely undeterred even as their numbers began to dwindle. Harry reached for more coins, eyes widening when his hand groped thin air.

Tossing the now empty pouch away, he used his wand to blast back a couple more of the demons. One was too quick, breaking through his defences before Harry could curse it. It leapt, crashing into his chest and knocking him to the floor, effectively pinning him down while it's sharp claws scraped his skin.

He hissed in pain, pressing his forearm against the demon's neck to hold back it's snapping jaws from his face, fumbling for his wand. He shifted, managing to dislodge the demons grip on his arm and flipped them over, kicking out at another demon as he blasted the first into oblivion.

Harry turned in time to see a flash of fangs and outstretched claws, the demon already too close from its lunge for him to even raise his wand. It was a mere inch from his face, close enough for Harry to smell its sour breath, when the demon suddenly exploded with a shriek. He looked on in shock as the other demons followed suit, blood and limbs and slime flying everywhere as they exploded one by one.

Whirling around, Harry had time to see Lucius throw the last small ball of magic, destroying the final remaining minor demon that had been clambering away in an attempt to escape.

“What-?” Harry started.

“Oh, don't mistake me for your saviour, Potter,” Lucius said, another ball of red-smeared magic already building between his hands. “I simply wanted the pleasure of killing you myself.”

Harry leapt to one side as Lucius launched the magic at him, the resulting boom shaking the entire building as it exploded, partially destroying the floor where it had hit. He shot to his feet, firing a blasting curse as he moved. Lucius stumbled back a couple of steps from the impact, but was otherwise unharmed.

“Your pathetic excuse for magic won't work on me like it did on those mere insects, Potter,” Lucius told him with a confident smirk, removing the clasp to his robes. “I'm far more powerful than they could have ever hoped to be.”

The robes fell to the floor as he rolled his shoulders, revealing Lucius' shirtless, toned torso. His lips pulled back over his teeth in a silent snarl as he hunched over, unfurling his previously concealed leathery wings in all their glory. They beat once, twice, three times, creating a gust of wind strong enough to almost knock Harry off of his feet.

“Flammo aquilo!” Harry yelled, waving his wand in an arc above his head as he fought against the wind.

Fire burst into life all around him, spreading through the air, wavering for a moment before it gathered all together and shot at high speed towards Lucius. He smiled and simply raised his hand, the fire smashing against an invisible barrier before it could reach him.

“Caeco,” Lucius muttered.

Harry let out a yell as darkness coated his vision. He blinked rapidly but the darkness remained, panic bubbling in his chest. His eyes were open but he couldn't see. The bastard demon had stolen his sight.

There was a sound as Lucius shifted and Harry blindly lashed out, feeling a grim pulse of satisfaction when his fist connected with something that made the demon grunt in pain. A hand whipped across Harry's face with enough force to snap his head side-ways.

“Crucio.”

Harry screamed as the agony tore through him like a thousand knives, sending him to his knees as his body convulsed. Lucius' laughter permeated the fog of pain in cruel mockery.

Remembering his training, Harry forced himself to breathe, to take the pain as it came rather than try to fight it. It eased a little, just enough for Harry to be able to concentrate on his wand.

“Fulgar aduro!” he cried, aiming his wand in Lucius' vague direction.

There was a loud buzz as a bolt of lightning shot from his wand, the loud yell of surprise followed by a scream of pain clear indicators that the spell managed to hit its target. The pain from the 'crucio' faded and Harry shakily got to his feet, casting a 'finite incantatem' as he stood.

He blinked as light painfully pierced his eyes, vision returned to normal. Lucius was leaning against the far wall, breathing heavily with a hand covering his wounded shoulder, his wings in tatters as they hung unnaturally from his back.

Lucius summoned another ball of raw magic and threw it at him, but it was weak and Harry easily deflected it. He moved his wand in a complicated motion, drawing on the raw magic in the air. “Rudis veneficium,” he muttered.

A golden ball or raw magic gathered and grew before him, glowing faintly. Lucius grinned, his teeth blackened with his singed blood. “Even if you destroy me, you can't win, Potter,” he mocked, his voice rasping. “Voldemort will rise again, and all that defy him shall perish!”

“Go to hell,” Harry whispered, thrusting his wand forward to send the golden ball flying.

There was a bright flash as it hit, completely engulfing the demon. The loud boom shook through his feet, throwing a cloud of dust into the air. Harry coughed and hacked as the dust filled his lungs, waving it away. The dust cleared revealing a huge black scorch mark that spread from the floor to the ceiling in an ugly splatter. Lucius Malfoy was no more.

Breathing heavily, Harry pushed himself forwards, stumbling through the double doors at the end of the corridor into the room where Snape had shown Malfoy had been taken. He was still there, laying unconscious in the middle of the floor. Harry looked all around as he approached, but saw no sign of Voldemort anywhere.

“Malfoy,” Harry called, lifting the man into a sitting position and cradling him in his arms when he didn't stir. “Malfoy, wake up.”

Malfoy's lids flickered, his face puckering as he slowly regained consciousness. Harry let out a breath of relief when Malfoy's mouth stretched into a wide smile.

“Hello, Harry,” he greeted in a voice not his own.

Harry stared as Malfoy's eyes shot open, revealing crimson hues that were once grey. An invisible blast of magic sent Harry flying, crashing into the far wall. Malfoy got to his feet, the cruel smile still twisting his face.

“Voldemort,” Harry growled, using the wall for support as he stood back up.

Voldemort clapped his hands together in mock applause. “Well done,” he said. “You figured that out rather quickly.”

Harry grit his teeth, aiming his wand in Voldemort's direction. “What have you done with Malfoy?” he snarled.

“He's in here, somewhere,” Voldemort replied, tapping his finger against his temple. “But he won't last much longer. Two minds can't inhabit the same body after all.”

“Get out of his head. Now!” Harry ordered, blood boiling.

Voldemort's grin widened, looking strange and insane on Malfoy's face. “I don't think so, Harry. I've grown rather fond of this body.” He ran his hands in a sensual motion down Malfoy's torso. “Besides, I need young Draco to die in order to open the pathway. His body will be a wonderful souvenir, don't you think?”

Harry snarled, half a curse escaping his lips before he stopped himself, mid-incantation. Voldemort saw this and raised an amused brow, an expression so familiar on Malfoy's face that it hurt.

“You're unwilling to harm this body?” he mused, his eyes narrowing in thought. His smirk grew. “You and Draco, is it? I can see it all in his memories. How touching.”

Harry dodged just in time as Voldemort flung a curse in his direction. “I, however, hold no such qualms about harming you,” he said, gathering raw magic to form in his hands.

Voldemort seemed to struggle in bending it to his will, Malfoy's body unused to casting spells and curses without his wand to filter the raw magic. It burned his palms and wrists as it formed into a ball, though Voldemort didn't appear to notice.

Knowing he had to do something fast, Harry leapt to one side to avoid the magic before he stood straight, meeting Voldemort's gaze. “You win, Tom,” he admitted. “I can't beat you like this, I can't hurt Malfoy.”

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, clearly suspecting a trick. Harry swallowed hard, aware he was taking a huge risk when he tossed his wand away and raised his hands palm up in a sign of surrender. Voldemort stared at him in wide-eyed shock, before he grinned from ear to ear, dispelling the ball of raw magic and summoning Harry's wand to him.

“The great Harry Potter, surrendering to me,” he whispered, eyes glowing in triumph as he admired Harry's wand. “If only Dumbledore could see you now.”

“Even if I can't defeat you, Tom, someone will be able to,” Harry stated, attempting to exude an air confidence that he truly didn't feel. “After all, Malfoy's body can't seem to handle the raw power of magic like we can.”

Voldemort glanced at him. “That is an unfortunate set-back, but no matter. I shall have to settle with taking control of the living realm by use of a wand, as before.”

“Because that worked for you so well the first time,” Harry goaded, heart pounding as Voldemort scowled at him. “Face it, Tom. Without the ability to control raw magic like you can in purgatory, it won't be long before someone destroys you again.”

There was a moment of heavy silence, Voldemort tapping Harry's wand against his lips as he thought. Harry held his breath as the wide smirk returned to his face, eyes glinting with menace as he turned to face him.

“Or perhaps I simply need to take over another body. One that <i>can</i> control the raw magic, and kill Draco afterwards,” Voldemort pondered aloud. “Someone like <i>you</i>, Harry Potter.”

Harry stared as Voldemort hunched over, gagging and gurgling as though he were trying to vomit. A dark cloud of smoke spewed out from his mouth, swirling up into the air. Malfoy's body shuddered as it left him before he collapsed into a heap on the ground.

Breath quick, Harry closed his eyes and braced himself as the smoke engulfed him. He choked, feeling like he was swallowing ash as it flew down his throat, coating his lungs and smothering his heart.

He'd known this would happen the moment he threw his wand away, his main concern in getting Voldemort out of Malfoy's body before he could do any more damage. Harry only hoped his will would be strong enough to keep Voldemort's mind suppressed until he found a way to permanently destroy him.

“Aboleo umbra compos!”

Harry doubled over as his stomach twisted painfully, gurgling as he tried to remember how to breathe. Fire rippled over his skin in ice-hot agony. He collapsed to his knees, nausea rising in his throat. He gagged and hacked in reflex, eyes watering as the smoke poured out of his mouth. Harry fell back, panting as he watched the smoke twist and curl in the air.

“Deliquesco.”

There was an ear-piercing wail as the smoke rippled from its centre as though it were made of water. Slowly it split into smaller pieces as though it were being torn apart, before dispersing into nothing.

Harry shifted his gaze, staring in astonishment. Malfoy was sitting up, Harry's wand shaking in his grip as he breathed heavily. Seeing him staring, Malfoy shot him a wry grin, pushing back his hair with a shaky hand.

“That was unpleasant,” Harry breathed, echoing Malfoy's words from before.

Malfoy laughed, albeit weakly, his eyes bright as he looked at Harry. “Completely,” he agreed.

“How did you know-”

“What spells to use?” Malfoy finished for him. Harry nodded. He tapped his temple the same way Voldemort had earlier. “I was in here with him, remember? Whilst he was busy dealing with you, I took a look through his mind,” he shuddered. “Not an experience I would ever wish to repeat. He knew what spells could destroy him. Luckily, you gave me the chance to use them.”

Harry watched as Malfoy crawled over to him, not quite able to get to his feet yet. He laid a hand on Harry's stomach, leaning close so their faces were inches apart. “Thank you,” he breathed. “For coming to save me.”

“Your welcome,” Harry whispered back.

Malfoy hovered over him for a minute, his warm breath ghosting over Harry's lips before he pulled back with a smirk. Harry frowned at the man as Malfoy unsteadily got to his feet, offering a hand to help Harry up.

Harry took it reluctantly, before he tugged the man back down and captured his mouth in a kiss. Malfoy moaned, lips parting as they eagerly devoured each other, tongues swiping together frantically. Their kiss was just becoming heated when Harry pulled away again.

“Potter, if you tell me this isn't the right time again, I swear-” Malfoy started, trailing off when Harry kissed him again, quicker, but just as deeply.

“Time, yes. Place, not so much,” Harry replied, thinking that a derelict building full of demon remains in the middle of purgatory was probably not the ideal location to pursue his attraction to Malfoy.

Malfoy glanced around them and grimaced. “Okay, fair enough,” he replied, placing a halting hand on Harry's chest when he moved to stand. “But when we get back to the living realm, I expect a full thorough shagging, Potter.”

Harry grinned and nipped at Malfoy's lips. “It will be my pleasure.”
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