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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~ So I had to sit on this chapter, tweek it and expand it. It started out very short... and then blossomed.
Meechypoo - Yes, the Sanguini mate twist... it just happened and well there ya have it... we may visit them... Remus has something no other wolf will have for a while... though wonder if anyone can guess who in the 'vision future' created it... Sorry that there will be no proposing in this chapter... later.. :D
BAFan - Thank you for your review of Ch. 29... Yes that one was a rollercoster for me to write, but since I had just gotten off a similar ride, it was vivid in my mind.
Staar - Here is the next update, and thanks for reading. I am so glad you are enjoying it.
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Chapter 31 - Fate’s Puppets
Severus Snape sat on the couch near the fire. Sirius was sleeping away in bed, and Severus was quiet, trying not to disturb him. They were both broken men, and in a way, he knew that together they both could be whole again. Yesterday’s incident had cemented the need for a formal bond in Severus’ mind.   The timing was not right, but still, he needed to ask first. It was the asking that had Severus Snape, the immutable and implacable Potions Master anxious. How do you make it special, yet not frilly or overdone?   What in the world was he going to do?
He knew that there was no way his life could go back to what it had been. Harry and Sirius had been light in the world he had built in the darkness. His world had been hollow, and dark.   There was nothing to move him forward. He had been stagnant for 15 years, languishing in the pain of the past. Harry’s first steps opened his eyes and Sirius was the sun in his world. He would do something for the mutt even if it meant entertaining a wolf.
A sudden ripping burn shot up his arm and his world centered on that pain. He moved quickly to pen a note to Sirius, sent off a Patronus to Albus and then Harry, and finally closed his mind. Severus strode out of his rooms and walked to the edge of Hogwarts. Just as he crossed the boundary, he turned on the spot and disappeared with a loud crack.
Thin pasty fingers twisted a wand around in circles, the darkened claw like nails clicked ominously against the white wood. It was time to see how well his servants could appease his need to inflict more pain on the boy-who-lived. He licked his thin lips as he sent his call out, Severus will need to be here of course, but Crabbe Sr. would be especially helpful. Vince was a servant he liked, the man had no ambition except to please in a painful way.
A sadistic smile crept over the Dark Lord’s lips, pain in others was an intoxication for him. The rush was euphoric. Sometimes he would play the screams of people over in his head before he slept.
Severus approached the Dark Lord with caution and an appropriately reverent face.
“My lord, how can I be of service?” Severus asked quietly.
“Severus… When Vince arrives, you will be here to listen, since the old man put you in charge of the Crabbe boy. I have some plans.” Voldemort imparted.
Severus nodded and moved to stand closer to the wall, just out of the Dark Lord’s line of sight. He had a very important reason not to provoke any attention upon himself, he would strategically do everything he could to stay out of the Dark Lord’s limelight. Once you fall from grace here, there is no return. Another crack of apparition filled the hollow room, and Severus moved only his eyes to the location of the sound. A dark cloaked figure appeared, mask and all in place. The man, who could only be Crabbe Sr. bowed and waited.
“I hear you and your son are to meet with the Minister today for lunch.” Voldemort did not wait for confirmation before continuing, “Report what the Minister wants back to me tonight, after he leaves, I want you to give your son a message from me. We shall see how far his loyalty extends. Let us hope, for your sake, that it is far.”
“Y..ess, My lord.” Crabbe Sr. stuttered.
“He is to work with Severus, I want my snakes to find a way to slowly rip young Draco’s vitality from him. Potter needs to feel the pain of watching someone he loves suffer over and over… Severus, my loyal servant, find or invent a nasty potion that will help them accomplish this task. The more pain without death, the better” Voldemort instructed.
“It will take time, my lord, but we will succeed.” Severus replied, allowing a nervous edge to his voice.
“June… Severus… you have until June.” Voldemort stated coldly.
Severus bowed then apparated away when the Dark lord dismissed them with the wave of his hand.
Sirius was waiting for him when he arrived back at the castle, the lines of anxiety creased the man’s face. Severus walked over and sat next to his lover, and enfolded the man in his arms. A sense of home fell over him.
Minister Fudge looked around the darkened pub, he sat at the bar sipping at an ale waiting. The low light only contributed to the grungy look. One could not discern the amount of dust left in places due to the low glow of candle light. All the windows were covered or boarded up, so no natural light actually seeped in, unless the door swung open. The minister looked towards the door when sunlight flooded in giving way to two figures. One stood a head taller than the other did. Their body types similarly rounded and full. The minister stood and greeted the two and ushered them to the private room he had managed to commandeer off the owner.
“Mr. Crabbe, I would like for you to be here so that I can ask your son for some help at the school.” Fudge explained.
Crabbe Sr nodded his assent.
Fudge turned towards the younger man, “My boy, I need your help. As you know, Mr. Potter has been making waves with his tall tales. I need you to start trying to make friends with those that know him. I understand he is a teacher now, but most of his friends are still students. I want to know if he is unhinged or incompetent. Anything you might notice that could endanger students. I need to know. The ministry will consider a small allowance for any useful information that you may find out.”
“Of course, Sir.” Vince replied, his face serene.
“Good, just send a message through your father when you know something. I will see to it any inconvenience is compensated for.” Fudge added.
Mr. Crabbe beamed at that thought, “My boy will do you proud, Sir.”
The Minister treated the two to a heavy meal of steak pie, bread and soup. Both types of deserts the pub served were there as well. the Eton Mess and Sticky toffee pudding were a hit for both Crabbe men.
Fred and George Weasley were plotting again. There was nothing Ron liked more than to watch his brother’s plot. He may not always get to hear the plans, but strategy was something he learned from them. The two red headed twins were close enough to kiss, whispering and eyes darting around. As Ron walked up to them, the talking lowered and then finally ceased when he stood right next to them.
“Hello, what are you up to?” Ron asked.
“Ronnykins…” George said looking up, then the tandem started rotating back and forth.
“We were just planning”
“to find a way to finally”
“go blonde…”
“it’s all the rage”
Ron always knew when they lied to him. They rarely shared their plots with their little brother. One day though, He would do something to show them he was not little and he could actually help them. He turned away from the boys and decided he would spend his weekend, out flying on the pitch. Nothing better to do, since Hermione was ensconced in her books. This year’s OWLS have her spending every minute studying. Ron on the other hand did not want to spend time with her only in the library.
As evening fell, the dusk from the setting sun seemed to give everything a rosy glow. Harry and Draco were enjoying a small sojourn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Harry sat with his back against the tree watching the sun sink below the castle’s many towers. Draco’s back was against his chest as they watched the sunset together. Harry’s mind was firmly in a happy place. This area was the same area where they had begun. A smile twitched at his lips as he bent to kiss the top of Draco’s blond head.
“After all this is over, how would you feel about a formal bonding ceremony? Something the world can witness.” Harry whispered against the silk strands.
Draco’s heart fluttered, his smile was wide as he turned around in Harry’s arms.
“I would love that. Where were you thinking?” Draco replied.
“I’m working on that, I don’t know. Some place that reflects us both. Did you have somewhere in mind? I am not sure whether you purebloods plan that far ahead or not.” Harry quipped.
Draco raised an eyebrow, and then lowered his eyes to Harry’s lips, which twitched a bit. He bent his head and pressed softly, savoring the feel and warmth that just kissing Harry could bring. He felt arms tighten around him, a hand slip to the back of his head, and a groan slipped from him as he felt Harry nip at his lips. Salvation comes with passion. Every day Harry saves his soul by renewing it in a passion of flames.
One of the things Harry loved about Draco, was that he was so easy to tease. He lost himself in the kiss. Draco was sometimes shy. That was endearing and mouthwatering at the same time. Just a brush of lips and Harry wanted more, so much more. A touch, a whisper, a kiss… Harry was bewitched body and soul.
Harry’s hands sheltered Draco’s face as he pulled away only to want to drown into perfect pools of mercury.
“I need you. When I feel the darkness creep from within, you are my light.” Harry whispered.
“Always…” Draco’s fingers traced over Harry’s lips.
Harry’s tongue darted out to trace the underside of Draco’s finger with the tip. He enjoyed the sound that slipped out of Draco. He sucked the finger in, Draco’s gasp was the spark to ignite his blood. Harry stood quickly, and reached for Draco. He pulled the blond up and pressed his back against the white birch tree. He let his knee slid in between Draco’s slim thighs and press into the hard erection he found there. Harry twined his fingers with Draco’s and brought both arms up above the blond’s head. He looked deep into Draco’s eyes.
“Do you trust me?” Harry asked, very aware that what he wanted to do could cause some anxiety.
Draco’s body was tight with wanting. Of course, he trusted Harry. Those emerald eyes held so much care. “I won’t break.” He breathed out with a shudder. The word “Yes” was barely a whisper. He felt his hands bound above his head, and his shirt was gone, leaving him bare to his lover’s eyes and the cool breeze. He closed his eyes when he felt Harry’s hot mouth at the juncture of his elbow. The heat seared him in spite of the cool air. The mouth that branded his skin brought fire to his veins. He gasped and moaned, and cried out when Harry’s mount clamped onto his neck. Pleasure created an ache, his skin ached for Harry’s touch, the anticipation following each landing made it more acute.
Harry felt a jolt of happiness as the confirmation slipped out of Draco’s lips. He quickly bound Draco’s hands and whispered a charm to let him have access to creamy flesh. He started his journey with a taste of a pale arm as his hands traced the silk skin of the other arm.. He let his tongue trace patterns over Draco’s arm, and then he nipped, as he got closer to Draco’s neck. Once there, he could not hold back. He bit down letting the soft gasps wash over him, letting the heartbeat pound against his tongue. He moved lower to the collarbone, and then to one pink nipple. He laved it, then used his teeth to graze as he moved lower. The flavor of Draco drove him, each breath and taste, set fireworks off inside his own body. He reached for Draco’s trousers and pants and slowly worked them down, letting his hands slide down each leg. The silk of skin under his fingers brought a deliriousness to his head, he looked up to see pleasure written all over his lover’s face. Harry let the heaviness of Draco penetrate his mouth, as his fingers massaged the tight balls. He took a long draw of Draco’s scent in, then clamped his lips shut. Here before his lover, he was flying high, though he was on the ground.
Draco shivered, shook and went up in flames. His body was worshiped with the tip of a tongue of fire. His hands did not let him reach for Harry, but the heat made him ache until he felt he could burst. Then fire was replaced by his bones wanting to melt when he was taken into Harry’s mouth. It was sinful to look down and see that dark head moving over him. He was so close… Everything in him was strung tight like a rubber band.
Harry’s mouth reluctantly let go of his conquest. He stood slowly, dragging his fingertips up the length of Draco’s body. One more whispered spell and his own clothes were banished, and he grasped Draco’s hips as he hoisted Draco higher. Draco’s leg wrapped around his waist and he felt as if he were falling into the sun. The heat from their bodies was scorching his skin. He looked into the dazed eyes as he dropped his hand to grasp both their erections together. He let his eyes close as he captured Draco’s lips in another kiss. They were perfection, pushing together in unison.
Draco was a mess when Harry rose and continued to fan the inferno in his body. He could not look away when Harry’s green eyes met his. Sometimes he fell into those eyes, but now it was as if they created their own world together, nothing else existed. Today they were two phoenixes burning together. Draco’s whole body could not hold out to the onslaught of pleasure. When Harry kissed him, he moaned and pressed closer, squeezing their members together between a hand and their bodies. One last push had him going over the edge, taking Harry with him, both crying out their pleasure into each other’s mouth.
In the dark of the forest, many beasts take their pleasure. Harry and Draco were no different, save in their love that was unbroken and as deep as the roots of the earth.
Monday afternoon found Harry starting the next part of his lessons for the fourth years. Ginny and her Hufflepuff partners were working out very nicely on their creation. Harry had taught them the basic technique to link charms with defensive spells. And each pair could choose from the selected list. The charms available were the disillusionment charm, freezing spell, engorgement charm, levitation charm, lighting charm and extinguishing charm. They had three defensive charms to choose from, the disarming charm, the shield charm and the Finite counterspell.
The students had chosen good combinations, and He was proud of their progress. If their new charms proved useful, He would register them with the ministry. They should be complete in the next month or so. Once they fourth years filed out, He sat back at his desk and thumbed through a few papers that still needed marks. They were the final essays on the beings they studied over the last few weeks. The progress for each year of his classes was better than he had expected.
So far, each of his classes were getting a decent education, and they seemed to absorb the material far faster than he had assumed. Harry stood up, cleared his desk with a wave and swept out of his classroom. Walking down the halls of Hogwarts as a professor still held a bit of intrigue for him. He passed several groups of students, watched them, and noted they were carefree… There was a part of him that wished he had known what carefree was.
Draco met him at the entrance to the Room of Requirement. They were to hold another defense club meeting tonight, Harry wanted to get there earlier so that he had everything set up once again. They would be doing their last club session tonight, and the last imperious resistance class. Everyone who needed to be trained, was ready for June. They would just need to keep their reflexes up. Both Harry and Draco moved the items into place and lined up several boxes to be filled when everyone got there. Harry got a little lost in thought, Draco noticed his hands had stopped moving and he was gazing off towards the wall in the back.
Harry stood looking at the corner, the memories of his vision seemed to overlay the present. It was just a flicker, the board that held Cedric’s picture flashed in and out. He could remember the way it felt to be young and full of fear. The fear when his parent’s murderer came up out of that cauldron. The eyes of death were everywhere he looked that day. Harry closed his eyes trying to rid himself of the old scene. Peace seemed to flow into him and when he opened his eyes, he was staring back into the mercury eyes of Draco. A small smile creased his mouth.
“Sometimes I wonder if there is anything I can do to keep you from mulling over melancholy thoughts.” Pale arms wrapped around Harry’s frame.
Thoughts fled him and he just breathed in the scent of honey and lemons. Draco was his balm from stress, the anchor that kept him from constantly thinking too much. He was more than grateful for the gift. They stayed like that for just a moment more before they broke apart to tend to the rest of the set up.
When most of the students, teachers and Order members had arrived, Harry paired them off again in the same partners they had been using for the last few months. Every student had a more experienced partner. Harry stayed at the front with Albus and Draco. Draco did well as always, since they had been practicing more during Harry’s tutoring session. Albus still struggled under Harry’s full power.
“I think, sir, if I had not been given more power than the normal wizard, you would not struggle so much. So don’t take it too badly.” Harry said when once more he was holding Dumbledore’s favorite pair of socks.
Albus chuckled. “Quite right, I had not really thought of that. In any case, I count it as a gift to be able to practice with you.”
They had developed more as a group, each person far exceeding where Harry had expected them to achieve when he began. Ginny was the quickest, Seamus could blow anything up, and Neville was very good at shields. Harry was pleased, and he said so in his last words before they departed.
“Soon, I will call upon a few of you to accomplish an important task. I have no doubts, that we will succeed and in such a manner as to make death eaters cringe when they come against students. Keep your coins, they may come in handy.” Harry smiled at them all and they all departed for the last time.
Several days later, there was a feeling of Deja vu when Harry entered Albus’ office. The room was darkened and prepared for his use. The cabinet with memories over many years lit with an ominous luminescent. The Pensive cabinet was open and waiting. Albus sat on one of the couches the office contained.
“What are you looking for Harry? The memories I collected over the years are many. The important ones we have already dealt with.” Albus was curious.
Harry looked back at the older wizard, “I am not sure what I’m looking for. But It seems I missed something and Gaia needs me to look deeper.”
Albus nodded and gestured towards the cabinets, “They are at your disposal.”
Harry started where everyone on a quest starts, at the beginning… but the true beginning was yet to unfold. Harry slowly let the iridescent memory flood the Pensive. He dipped his head in and let himself feel the familiar fall.
Harry was not alone. He remembered this memory, it was the first he had seen, Dumbledore’s memory of meeting Tom for the first time. A hand of ice blue touched his arm, he looked up at her and she merely pointed towards the scene. What was he supposed to be looking for that he did not see the last time? He walked around the room, and peered over Tom’s shoulder to see what was on the desk. He felt the warmth of approval spread through him. On the desk, Tom was trying to hide a small bit of parchment with his arm. It was the beginnings of a journal entry.
          When I look at them I see nothing…
Harry’s head came up out of the pensieve, he returned the memory. He looked for another, Ogden’s memory was no use, neither was Morfin’s. There were a few older Order members listed, and one stuck out to him, so he picked it up and moved back to the Pensive. The bottle labeled ‘Dorcas Meadowes’ felt warm in his palm as he dumped in, somthing about the name rang true for him. Moody had once mentioned that Voldemort himself had killed her. Harry turned to Dumbledore, “When did you acquire this memory from Dorcas?” He asked.
Dumbledore seemed to ponder that for just a moment, “Actually it came to me in her will after her death. I could never decipher it.”
Harry nodded. He put his head into the pensieve.
The memory seemed scrambled, many items were out of place, people were walking oddly and various items were moved about in an odd way. Harry looked at several books that seemed totally out of place, but in his mind he could see where they belonged. Harry reached down, knowing that he could touch them here. He picked them up one by one and placed them in the right order, they were a set muggle books. The memory started to reorder itself and he felt like he was at the start all over again.
A very young dark haired girl, walked down a corridor only to stop when a bumping noise could be heard. Her small hand reached for the handle of the door, and pushed it open. Inside there was a large beefy boy with fist the size of giant tomatoes holding down a very young Tom Riddle.
“Stop Billy, If you don’t leave Tom alone right now I will scream for Mrs. Cole or Martha.” the girl called out loudly.
The thick boy, turned to the girl with a glare, “I would look elsewhere for a boyfriend Dorcas!” He moved out of the room and shoved her as he left. She walked in quietly, “Tom are you ok?”
The young Tom riddle glared at her, “Fine, I don’t need you.”
“You needed a friend right now.” Dorcas pointed out.
“I don’t need anyone, You will see. I won’t forget this.” Tom said, his eyes going flat black.
The memory shifted. A tall older witch with dark hair moved quickly through the house, she peered into a mirror and whispered an incantation “muna til dauða”. She tapped a small vial next to the mantle below the mirror, with her wand and it glowed blue for just a few moments. She turned to face the door, her chin tilted upwards.
Tom Riddle burst through the door with seven Death eaters, all in masks.
“Dorcas...I told you I would not forget.” He raised his wand.
She spread out her arms, “You will always need a friend, though you will suffer none.”
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Green light shot towards her….
Harry pulled out of the Pensive, his breathing was fast and he moved to sit opposite Dumbledore.
Albus looked at Harry, sure he had figured out the challenge, and waited to hear what it was that had happened.
“It was the books, only a muggle would understand, or a muggleborn.” Harry stated.
“Books?” Albus asked.
“In the jumbled memory, it was charmed to be a puzzle, the books were the unlock key. You just had to put the books in the right order. She knew him at the orphanage… Did you know that?” Harry asked.
Albus shook his head, “She must have already been placed with parents when we sent her a letter.”
Harry nodded, that would be another reason to be on Voldemort’s bad side. He still wasn’t sure what to make out of the memories so far. The first indicated that he had problems with how he viewed something. The second allowed for a long held grudge, and he could not really fathom why Voldemort held a grudge against a girl for helping him not get beat up. Albus did not interfere, he just sipped his tea and waited. Harry went back to the cabinet, puzzled on what to look for next. He turned to Dumbledore, “Do you have any memories from Tom?”
Albus looked at him for a moment, “One. And it was not willingly given so I never really trusted it. Bottom shelf, two rows in. At the height of his power, one of the order accidently pulled it during a rather nasty fight.”
Harry reached down and moved a few bottles carefully to the side and selected the one marked “Tom Riddle?”.
He poured and took a deep breath and pressed his face into the silvery liquid.
Harry looked around and saw Voldemort standing over a shaking Regulus Black.
“If you cannot do as I order, you die. I have told you this before.” Voldemort stated, his wand pointing at the man.
“You convinced me to follow you, said that we could be friends.” Regulus whispered, obviously broken. He reached for Voldemort, who flinched away.
“Freinds are a waste of time. Look where your brother is now because of friends.” Voldemort spat back at the younger man.
“At least they love him.” Regulus whispered shakily.
“Your last truth, Regulus… Is that love does not exist, it is a figment of the weak. Weakness. Your weakness is you loved, and you do not deserve to even writhe in my presence.” Voldemort gave it just a moment to register before casting the killing curse and walking away.
Harry did not leave the memory after it faded into grey. A grey silhouette moved towards him, soft whispers barely registered, but made him feel safe.
“See through his eyes Harry. For a moment you will see through the eyes of a shade not fully here.” Her voice covered him and he felt her hands over his eyes.
When he opened them the scene played over, inside he felt nothing. A hollowness took over him. Looking at Regulus, he could not really focus to see the man. Everything was a blur without meaning. The only thing was a jolt of feeling when the spell was cast, and the exhilaration for just a moment.
Then the warmth flowed over him once again, and his thoughts and feelings returned.
Harry pulled back out. rebottled the memory and searched for the number 2 memory. Grasping it he poured it in.    He was hesitant to see this last memory, but it was necessary.
Harry watched the familiar memory unfold. Tom Riddle had come back to Hogwarts to ask for the Defense position.
Instead of standing with Albus this time, Harry was alone in this memory.
The memory played out just the same, but Harry moved to stand behind the seated Headmaster. He watched and listened. Watched during each pause and break in the conversation. The face of Voldemort so waxy, yet not the face of the monster he had eventually become. The humanity was dripping away in small parts. He was becoming the blurs that he saw when he looked at others, grey and blank.
There seemed to be little reaction from Tom when love was mentioned. He really thought that he pushed the bounds of magic without understanding the emotions that play a key role in the depth and power.
Harry pulled away with a new view of Tom Marvolo Riddle. it was a sympathetic view that he would never have considered before. There was no doubt as to what still needed to be done, but there was a dramatic shift in the application of that knowledge within Harry Potter.
He turned towards Albus, the man would understand, as most of their talks were about love and the power that was overlooked by Voldemort.
"Tea?" Albus offered.
"Yes, Thank you." Harry said. He sipped the hot liquid letting the flavors of lemon and chamomile wash through him.
"When you realized Tom was a charmer, yet not fully who he presented himself to be, did you think you could save him?" Harry asked.
"Much like many who have been seduced by the dark arts, I always hope to help those misguided. Tom was no different in the beginning. I knew he was unreachable by the time he asked to be on the staff. There was just something I could not place my finger on." Albus stated.
"He cannot feel anything you know, nothing positive. Only when he inflicts pain, and then he feels something. Even then he is still blind to those around him. His own appearance is a reflection of what he sees.” Harry said.
Albus looked at his tea cup and his gaze grew pensive.
“That would explain quite a bit, especially our many conversations about the magic of love. It was if the idea could never really be grasped by him. I always thought that he felt happy here and that is why he wanted to return. I am not sure he would truly understand happy.” Albus offered.
“I think you are correct, I used to think how we were alike in feeling at home here at Hogwarts. It really wasn’t about a home, or comfort, it was about the power. Power to him is the only way he feels anything.” Harry said.
“And with all this, what does this mean for your task, Harry?” Albus asked.
Harry mulled over what he learned. His defeat of Voldemort in the vision was in his mind a fluke, it was just him having a stronger will in the end over Voldemort. This time around there would be no fluke. This much he knew.
“I don’t fully know yet, but I know that things won’t happen the exact same way twice.” Harry whispered.
Albus stood and took a seat next to Harry.
“I’m sorry.” Harry looked up at the headmaster’s words with a confused look.
“I’m sorry that so much of this burden is on your shoulders. You should be a 15 year old boy thinking about school, friends and quidditch. Not a man who has seen years of pain, and continues to experience it often.” Albus’ voice held a sorrowful timbre.
Harry looked up into the blue eyes of one of the few wizards who held his deepest respect. He reached out and hugged the old man as if they were family. In a way they were, and Harry would not let the old goat forget it.
“I appreciate that, Sir.” Harry whispered then pulled back, “There is a greater good, but it must not be confused with the value of the people you love around you. Love is the greater good, we must all remember that. Balance comes with the good and the bad, love will provide the magic needed to keep the balance as it is needed.”
Albus smiled, “Always wiser than I am prepared for.”
“It’s time for me to retire, I will see you at breakfast.” Harry stood up.
They embraced once more before Harry left the all too familiar office and headed to his rooms, to his home.
Severus and Sirius were there to greet him when he arrived in his Hogwarts quarters. Draco entered with a tray of tumblers full of firewhiskey. Severus outlined both requests and tasks given to Vincent.
“He wants to try and hurt me, I can see that, but we will have to devise a plan to throw both the minister and Voldemort.” Harry said. He thought for just a moment before a smile broke out. He looked at Severus.
“You said he is trying to figure out what powers I have correct?” Harry asked.
“He did send Lucius and a few others to research and find some answers.” Severus stated.
“I think I just may have a plan that will help coalesce everything just right. I need to meet with Lucius…” Harry said.
Severus just stared at Harry. Harry shook his head, Severus did not need to know, and he would not put the man in any more danger than he already was.
Sometimes normal is something that one is never prepared for. Harry was not used to the quiet that fell over the rest of the month of March. Classes worked like clockwork, dark happenings outside the school were non-existent, even the Ministry seemed to be on a pause about defaming Harry.
Calm never lasts, quiet always fades against the noise, and the dark often never sleeps for long. So it was that Harry found himself waking to a foreboding feeling that Monday morning, on the first day of April.
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