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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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Heir to the Throne

CH 30

The Room of Death

As soon as Harry stepped into the room, everything went pitch dark, as if light had never existed. For a moment he stood there, listening to his heart thudding wildly, terrified of what was happening as he raised his wand, and with a flick and a word tried to bring light into the darkness. For a moment, the brunette was terrified that he had gone blind, because not even a flick of light had appeared. It took him several long moments to realize it wasn't his eyes, but the wand that wasn't working.

"Shit." Harry whined softly, fumbling with his wand holster so he could slide his wand in. Even if it wasn't working, he didn't want to lose it in the inky blackness of Death. Sighing as he finally managed to snap the wand into place, he wrapped his fingers around the pommel of the sword, his fears easing slightly at the solid weight. Inching forward from where he was, the only sound the of a breeze, though there was no breeze on the air.

"Hello?" Harry called straining his ears to listen, though even his own voice didn't echo back. It was as if he was standing in space, where nothing beyond him existed, ever. Harry sighed a little, cussing for the sheer need for noise, as he inched his way further into the room, tripping over something and spilling onto the ground, bursting into violent cussing as he felt his wrist jam. Not badly, but it hurt like hell, and Harry really didn't like the oppressive dark. Things hid in the dark, and attacked while he was blind. He couldn't trust this, and he didn't like it either.

Standing, he brushed his clothes off, though it was pointless since he couldn't see the dirt. With a slight snicker he made a mental note to smack Draco for rubbing off on him, and being such a bloody pounce. Jerking his head up startled as a soft white mist fell from his lips, like he was standing outside in the middle of winter, only whiter and denser. It startled Harry so badly to see something that he fell backwards again and blinked dumbly at thin air before he stood, snickering as he brushed his clothes off again.

"Well...that's kind of cool." He muttered watching the mist spread across the room with a small grin, each breath filling the room like an apparition.

"It is, isn't it?" The voice that whispered against his ear, had the Gryffindor's heart dropping to his shoes before bouncing up into his throat, not just in terror, but shame and guilt. He felt his entire body locking up in terror of what he would meet when he turned around. Bracing himself he swallowed, turning. Faced the Hufflepuff waiting for him. Faced his worst failure to save someone....Cedric Diggory. Closing his eyes he turned all the way around, sure he was going to be facing accusing eyes, angry expressions and hate. Struggled to not turn back around and run out into the challenge of life and up through the cave entrance, no doubt screaming like a little girl all the way.

Blinking stupidly at the boy in front of him, he swallowed. Despite the sandy haired youth being wrapped up in the smokey mist that was still falling out of Harry's mouth, he could still see him clearly. As if he was still alive, even if it was clearly obvious he wasn't.

"What's with the terrified look potter?" Cedric asked, looking amused as he tilted his head."Forget to give Hermione her library book back?" The Hufflepuff teased before growing serious. "I'm not mad at you, you know."

Harry felt his heart slamming down to his feet again, swallowing violently. "You're not!? Why?! You should be! I got you killed!" Harry protested, looking rather horrified then relieved. "I got you killed Cedric! Can't you be a little mad at me?!"

Cedric looked rather horrified at the Gryffendor's statement, his eyes wide as he examined the boy who lived. "Bloody hell, Harry, you act as if you want me to punish you for something that wasn't your fault. Look, I knew what I was getting into Harry. They did warn us we were risking life and limb for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and I signed up anyways, and trained hard to be good for it. Unlike you, you got drafted into it." Cedric shook his head, looking frustrated at the man's words. "There's nothing you could have done in that graveyard, we were both to confused to even try and stop it. Hell, I still don't even truly understand what happened."

"Me either. I don't know if it really was Voldemort or if it was just a trick of Dumbledore's. I guess I never bothered to ask." Harry said, looking slightly distressed that he hadn't. "I tried so hard...to just..."

"Forget I know." Cedric admitted sitting down on the sand, patting the sand next to him, smiling as Harry hesitated before sitting down. "You can't blame yourself, Harry. Just because you were there, doesn't mean you're responsible. You were 14, you did well. You have to stop blaming yourself, because in the end, even if I hadn't gone with you, I still would have died... I'm Ravenclaw's heir you know. Dumbledore would have made sure I was killed because I was openly starting to doubt him. I was pretty popular you know, when I started to question him, a lot of other people did too. Dumbledore couldn't handle that. He would have made sure I never left that labyrinth alive. You can't blame yourself Harry, for the sins of someone else." He set his hand on Harry's, squeezing. A amused laugh escaping when the boy jerked.

"You have to stop blaming yourself. Only misery comes that way, and a life filled of what if's."

Harry swallowed hard, staring at Cedric before he nodded. Feeling something loosen deep in his chest at the agreement, setting something free. Or letting go. He felt as if the world had suddenly stopped pressing down on him and he hesitantly kissed Cedric's cheek.

"Alright. I'll try. I'll try to stop blaming myself." He could only promise to try, but Cedric's bright smile showed that he was pleased despite that.

Standing Cedric smirked as he brushed his pants off. "All we can do is promise to try." The elder looked amused as he tilted his head, "I have to go. But sit tight, there's others here." He admitted with a wink before he turned, disappearing as suddenly as he appeared.

Harry's heart slammed to a stop for a painful moment at the boy's words, as he considered who the hell else he was going to have to talk to... And had a bad feeling he knew exactly who was coming next.

He closed his eyes again, settling down to wait. Taking a deep breath as he struggled to calm his racing heart, swallowing violently as he sighed. Watching the mist curl around his feet, the cave was covered in it now, the mist curling like snakes floating on the air, beautiful to watch, but he couldn't help but wonder what it was.

"It's soul." A new voice said, light and amused. "The souls of the others who are waiting, for their loved ones to beg for forgiveness. Some who need it, others who want it, and some-like you- who think they need it but don't." Harry shuddered violently as he turned to face Lupin with wide eyes. "Hello pup, its good to see you again."

"L..Lupin.." Harry managed to whisper, getting up on shaky legs, moving over to the werewolf hesitantly, as if waiting for Lupin to yell at him, before wrapping his arms around the werewolf tightly, as if he never was going to let go. "Oh Lupin..I've missed you so much..."

"All these years, and you still can't call me Remus." The once teacher complained in good nature, stroking Harry's hair. "Oh pup, what have you gotten yourself into this time? Feeling guilty about things that were never your fault. You get that from your father. He'd always had a temper you know, so he'd yell at us a lot, then feel guilty for weeks after." He stated with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his pup's forehead.

"But...Lupin...if I hadn't...if I'd just been paying attention..."

"Silence." Lupin ordered sternly, making Harry wince. "It was my choice to go and help you. My own damned fault that I let that man get the drop on me. I knew Dumbledore had someone out to kill me, but I ignored it, thinking it had to be just rumors. The old fraud found out that I was sending letters to Voldemort. As soon as I found out that Tom had regained his sanity, I started leaking information to him." The werewolf laughed softly as Harry's jaw dropped. "Oh yes, all of the Marauders were double agents, not that Dumbledore knew back then. He didn't find that out until the day your parents were murdered that they were traitors."

"So...all my family...not just my mother were..."

"Working for Voldemort? Yes, when we could. He loved your mother to death, kept saying he wanted to adopt her and make her a proper Riddle, since she was so baffling to your father." The man laughed softly. "It was quite amusing to listen to the three of them bicker, it was like listening to dogs fighting over a bone. Almost constantly at each others throats, even if they enjoyed each others company. Anyways, Dumbledore had me killed at the the ministry, it was the perfect opportunity while everyone was distracted.” he admitted sighing a little. “I should have been watching my back and I wasn't, and I'm sorry about that Harry, I never meant to leave you.” he admitted gripping the boy's shoulder. “Promise me you'll stop blaming yourself.”

Harry hesitated and then closed his eyes. “I'm not so sure I can...” Harry admitted softly, swallowing thickly. “I mean.. I just sat there and watched you die...”

“Harry... no you didn't.” Lupin protested. “Don't you remember freaking out? Sirius holding you back?” Harry just shook his head.

“Everything about that night is kind of blurry.” Harry admitted. “I see it in flashes... You dying, Sirius dying, Renerd laughing, Voldemort appearing, Lucius screaming.” he shuddered violently and leaned into Lupin. “Sirius was holding me back?”

“Hell he had you in a bear hug.” Lupin admitted with a chuckle. “And then you guys were attacked and you focused on that instead.” Harry nodded, it made more sense that way, why he hadn't been able to move while he watched Lupin trying to hold his intestines inside. “listen Harry.” he stated stroking the boys face. “Just try to be who you want to be, stop feeling so guilty about everything.” he ordered sternly, kissing Harry's forehead. “Now, are you going to stop feeling guilty about my death?”

“..I'll try.” Harry promised smiling a little as he kissed Lupin's forehead, feeling even easier now, but there where other people to see, and he swallowed thickly, looking around and waiting.

“Harry!” that voice made Harry flinch, Ginny Weasley, that death he knew, was all his fault. “Oh good I was afraid I wasn't going to get to see you, I wasn't sure if you felt guilty about me or not. Well, you shouldn't you know! It was my own fa..well ok no it wasn't my fault.” she sighed and settled next to Harry, who swallowed thickly and turned to look at her.

“You know when I was only a toddler, they always promised you and I where going to be married and in love.” she admitted. “They where practically brainwashing me, I didn't know any better so I just tried to do everything I could to make sure I was going to be the best kind of girl to be your wife.” Harry grimaced a little. “When I first met you, I was so... so happy! But you didn't even know who I was, didn't know that we where supposed to be married, nothing...” she sighed again. “Father started giving me potions to drink, said they would make me irresistible... but all they did was make me obsessive. I would have let you go, you know. Seeing you happy was my greatest joy, even if it was with a bastard like Draco... but I was... locked somehow, and I couldn't get free. If I had been sane I would have realized it wasn't you I was actually in love with.” she admitted, blushing hard. “That Blaise is SO handsome.”

Harry had to laugh at the wistful tone in Ginny's voice, relaxing now as she explained what had happened. “I was mad, crazy from the weird potions they kept giving me, locked in my own mind as someone else controlled me, I guess it was a repressed personality deep inside of myself or something, someone who I would never really be. It was... horrid.” she admitted swallowing hard. “and then I was at the hospital and they started seeing strange patterns in my blood work, and realized I was under the effects of a potion they had never seen before... they told Dumbledore, and he... gave me a command... I didn't understand but the other me did.” she shuddered.

“You know what the worst part is?” Ginny asked softly, turning to look at Harry. “I was relieved when she started setting up the hanging rope, I was relieved when it slipped around her neck, and we hung there for a few minutes, struggling to breath... I was so... so relieved, because she faded faster, and for a few short moments I was in control of my body again. And then I was even more relieved because I knew I never had to worry about anything ever again. I was so glad to die, that I didn't even struggle when I had control again. I just hung there and let myself die, I still don't regret it.” she admitted glancing at him. “So it's not your fault I'm dead, I let myself die, I still don't regret it. I'm free now, and always will be and nothing and no one can tell me what to do.” she smiled at him and kissed his forehead. “So stop being so obsessive over my death.” she ordered, standing up and brushing herself off. “Have fun okay? And kick Dumbledore's ass for me.”

Harry nodded and gave her a kiss to the forehead, feeling... glad for Ginny, proud of Ginny. He would give Dumbledore a right proper ass kicking for his little sister. He sighed and settled down again to wait for the next person, for once not afraid as he waited for the next person to arrive.

“Harry! Come here you little Prongslet! Give me a hug!” It was Sirius! SIRIUS! Harry rushed to his feet and slammed into the other, hugging him tightly and bursting into tears as he hugged the other tightly. He felt sorrow welling up inside even as he held Sirius tightly, some part of him had been hopeful, that he hadn't died in the Veil.

“Tears for me? Aaw Harry I'm touched! Lupin didn't even get tears!” Sirius whined. Harry started laughing a little as he stepped away from Sirius, wiping his eyes.

“I missed you so much Sirius.” he whispered wiping his eyes again, Sirius chuckling as he wrapped Harry into another tight hug, kissing the boys forehead.

“I know Prongslet, I know...” Sirius muttered nuzzling the top of his godson's head, smiling a little. “Do I need to give you the whole 'don't feel bad about my death' speech or can I skip to the little details?” Harry had to chuckle and he shook his head.

“No... I've stopped blaming myself I think.” Harry admitted smiling at him a little, Sirius chuckling as he nodded.

“Good... Malfoy of all people? Really!? How could that idiotic git make you happy!?” Sirius whined, Harry laughing as he nodded.

“Yeah he is. And he hits me too, and he torments me, and makes me cry. ” Harry lied dramatically making Sirius laugh as he shook his head.

“Seriously though Harry, I'm glad you found someone to love.” he admitted smiling. “that Malfoy might be a spoiled brat but he's good for you.” he admitted nodding a little. “and he makes you happy, so that makes me happy. I approve.” he admitted Harry sighing in relief, glad that Sirius wasn't angry about his relationship with Draco.

“Now, that Tom Riddle on the other hand.” Sirius growled, Harry tensing all over again. “I can't believe he hasn't killed that stupid rat yet! You tell him to kill Peter so I can kick his ass!” Harry had to laugh and he shook his head.

“Can't do that Siri, we're using him right now, AND he owes me a life debt, that, I'm sure, will come in handy at some point.” Sirius whined rather pathetically but chuckled and nodded, giving Harry's chin a small tug.

“I'm very proud of you Harry, not many could do what your doing, not and stay sane anyway. I have the greatest faith in you, and in your future.” he admitted grinning a little. “I'm not supposed to say anything, but that boy Terrance you found grows up to be quite an influential figure.”

“Sirius, how do you know that?” Harry asked lifting an eyebrow, Sirius chuckling a little.

“Oh, when you're dead, time doesn't mean much anymore, and Merlin might have let me peek a few years into the future with him. He's pretty interested in all of this as well. He's hoping that you'll pass the last test. It take a lot more effort to face your greatest fears and then face your own guilt.” he admitted. “Most people never even make it into this room, and I don't think anyone has made it into the Chamber of Fear.”

“Can you tell me if I win? If I find the Heir? If I beat Dumbledore?” Harry asked hopefully, Sirius shaking his head.

“No I can't.” he admitted smiling at Harry. “but I know that you'll do your best, and succeed where it really counts.” he promised chuckling as he lifted his head and nodded. “I have to go now Harry.” he admitted smiling at his godson. “I think your really going to love who comes next.” he admitted kissing Harry's forehead, Harry's hearth clenching painfully.

“Can't you stay Siri? I miss you so much...”

“Sorry Prongslet, but my time with you is up. I'm proud of you Harry.” He admitted with a smile before he turned and vanished into the Mist, leaving Harry alone with his tears, wiping his eyes as he paused, listening to the new voice coming from behind him.

“Hello Harry.” Harry swallowed thickly at the voice, his heart leaping into his throat as he turned, eyes wide and faced his last challenge of death.
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