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Possession
Chapter XXXII – The Pain...
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Harry frowned in his sleep. His bed seemed cold. It was missing
something and as he curled around a pillow he unconsciously recognised what it
was. He thought Red Eyes would be here. The celebrations after the Quidditch
Game had gone on for a while - no one could remember any team beating Slytherin
as well as Gryffindor had today and even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were happy
about it. With the continuing war the Slytherins had been almost unbearable and
it was great for someone to put them in their place - but Harry had been sure
that his unknown lover would be waiting for him.
He had sensed him during the game and very strongly when the Bludger crashed
into him but after that Harry had been so distracted by everyone else that he
hadn't sensed his departure.
I wanted to see you.
::Not yet, Little One, not yet.::
The response was gentle but firm and carried it's explanation within the
simple words. Harry felt a burst of shame. Red Eyes loved him without reserve
and was prepared to stay with him but could he really expect that when he
hadn't given him a response, when he wasn't sure of his own feelings? Enclosed
in the words was the feeling of love and of the assurance that it would always
be there but until Harry was sure, Red Eyes would remain distant so that Harry
would not regret any action in the future if the love was not returned. But
similarly there was the assurance that when Harry admitted his love, Red Eyes
would be more than happy to spend as much time in his bed as they both desired.
He shivered for an instant, feeling as if something was missing inside
before he fell further into sleep and the dreams that haunted him.
It wasn't Voldemort this time. Harry could sleep through the dreams of the
Dark Lord torturing Muggles or Mudbloods with ease, although recently the Dark
Lord had been torturing no one - at least, he hadn't dreamed about it and while
the war was raging there were no unusual reports of missing persons. He wasn't
sure what to think about that since enough people were dying fighting.
But this dream wasn't Voldemort and it wasn't the war. It was something
else.
The world was covered in darkness. It was if he was seeing everything from a
great distance. Slowly he began spiralling closer and things became clearer.
The Ministry buildings lay in ruins. Gringotts was one smoking hole that had
crows and ravens fluttering around it. And Hogwarts...
Harry almost felt a wave of reassurance hit him when he saw the castle but
it never blossomed. Hogwarts was intact but it was draped in black. There were
black pennants streaming from the towers and black banners rippled over the
walls. It was almost as if the whole building had been stained.
The playing fields weren't green but were charcoal black and he saw with a
lurch that half the Forbidden Forest was similarly afflicted. The spindly tree
limbs reaching upwards were not black with leaves so dark a green as to be
pitch but were mere skeletons of their former selves. The animals within were
hunted and Acromantula's scuttled freely, pouncing on anything that came within
their domain. The Whomping Willow was a charred stump, a silent rotting
tombstone for the forest.
Trolls drooled and guarded the gates but they were too stupid to be the real
guards. Werewolves walked amongst them, their human forms somehow devoid of
thought or humanity and in the deep shadows he could see glowing red eyes.
Lesser Vampires were watching over everything and in the distance a dragon was
chained, its fiery breath burning everything.
Closer still he spiralled and he saw more. People now. People in chains.
Muggles chained and pulling large stones in worker gangs. Over them stood black
robed wizards and witches, their wands held as if they were lashes. Every now
and then they would strike at one of the Muggles who would scream and fall,
their skin broken and bleeding.
In other places he could see other wizards but these one's weren't dressed
in black. Rather they were clothed in rags and each one of them had a heavy
collar of iron around their necks. There were more wizards and witches watching
over their brethren but where the one's watching the Muggles were simply cruel,
the one's watching the trapped wizards were malicious. They took pleasure in inflicting
pain, in knowing that they were superior. The captured wizards were being
forced to do magic but with each use of their power they were driven to their
knees by the collars, screaming terribly at the pain.
With a slight sway and the slightest feeling of something passing through
him Harry descended further into the castle, leaving behind the parapets lined
with Vampires and trolls and the slave gangs that toiled relentlessly but
futilely at some grand project that could never be completed.
Inside was worse. Torches spluttered and smoked, filling the corridors with
an acrid stench that seeped into everything. Small dark shadows moved
continually making reality seem as if it was constantly shifting. Harry blinked
dream eyes a few times in an effort to clear them but before that happened he
was sucked through the wall, ghost like, and into the chambers of the castle.
At first he thought nothing was wrong, that he's stumbled into a girls
dormitory and he tried to avert his eyes even as he looked around. And that was
when he realised something was terribly wrong. All the girls were sitting on
their beds with lacklustre expressions. They weren't talking, they had no life.
They were breathing but around them the air was dull. Harry stumbled back as he
realised two further things: each one of them had a collar, like the wizards
outside and each one had a belly distended with child. He gagged. The oldest
was about 19 but the youngest... She couldn't be more than 12. He shrank back,
through the wall and into the next room.
Another dormitory with captive witches. They weren't pregnant but they had
the same lacklustre expression on their faces. As Harry watched the door opened
and all the girls shrank back. A wizard walked into the room, his robes inky
black and well kept and a superior expression on his face. He looked like an
older and fit version of Goyle. He gestured with his wand and Harry recognised
the Imperio curse. It struck one of the girls and with glassy eyes and a blank
expression she followed him from the room. Harry trailed along behind but
pulled up short at the adjoining room. It was like the dormitory but it had
only one bed.
The wizard instructed the girl to lie on the bed and spread her legs. A quick
flick of his wand and she was naked, her skin rippling with gooseflesh the only
reaction the Imperio allowed her. Harry knew what was going to happen to her.
It had happened to him all his life and he hadn't the comfort of the Imperio
but just as he thought that the older Goyle released the Imperio and fell upon
her.
She screamed and struggled but Goyle was already in position and was
stronger than her. He pinned her shoulders and levered himself up, pumping his
hips and Harry saw the exact thrust that lead to penetration. Her scream and
struggles changed as she attempted to force him out of her rather than off.
Before things could progress there was a swirl and Harry's dream carried out of
the room and with a sinking feeling he knew he was going towards the Great
Hall, the centre of everything.
He saw glimpses of rooms as he spiralled towards the Hall. There was a room
splattered in blood, but it was the blood of childbirth and next to it there
was a strange set of scales and instinctively Harry knew that they measured the
magic of the children. Those without magic were discarded and those with magic
were placed in a long nursery, trained from birth to use their powers. But then
everything vanished as he emerged in the Great Hall.
The Hall was changed from anything he had known. Its enchanted ceiling still
reflected the sky but the sky was perpetually covered in seething clouds and so
the room was dark. The long tables of the Houses were gone as was the head
table. The banners were all black with a crest Harry didn't recognise in the
centre and interspersed with the banners were cages. All were occupied - some
with live prisoners and some with rotting skeletons.
The Hall was dominated by a large throne and Harry knew the person sitting
in it. Lucius Malfoy. Draco stood before him, a ring of gold on his brow, the
mark of a prince. Narcissa was also there, gowned in jewel-encrusted velvet.
She stood at her husband's side, the Queen attending her King. Around the
throne other wizards and witches gathered, all gowned richly and before the
dais, on one knee was a supplicant.
Harry didn't care what was being said. He floated around looking for people
but all he could see were those he knew had dark intentions fawning. After a
moment the supplicant bowed his head further at something Lucius said and then
other wizards stepped forward. These ones were wearing robes that looked like
armour and had swords strapped to their waists accompanying the double wand
sheaths Harry could see.
As one they bowed towards Lucius and then the leader stepped forward.
"How goes the war?" Lucius asked smoothly.
"Well, my Lord. The Muggles are retreating to the Americas."
Lucius nodded. "Where our allies shall meet them."
"Father..." Draco broke in.
"My son?"
Draco turned to Lucius with a smile and Harry could see the fangs on the
boy. He was a vampire.
"I want to go."
"Is your current meal not enough?" With a gesture Lucius summoned
something.
Harry screamed when he saw what it was. Chained into a frame that drained
his magical power, dishelved, with long ragged hair and clothed in tatters was
himself.
"No!" Dream Harry managed to gasp, floating upwards where he hit
the ceiling. "No!"
Draco walked over and gently stroked his face, raising it to the light.
"No," the younger Malfoy licked his lips. "He is more than
adequate," Draco said as he nipped at the throat of the captive Harry,
licking at the blood before he drew back. "But this will be a feast such
as never will be seen again and I wish to follow my Sire."
"I am your Sire." There was a note of frustration in Lucius'
voice, as if this was an argument he had had many times before.
Draco nodded as he wrapped himself around the captured Harry, nipping and
licking at the blood all the time. Not a single drop fell to the floor.
"You are the sire of this body but you are no longer the Sire of my
power."
The guard captain stepped forward again. "They will fight hard, my
Prince, before they surrender. The Muggles shouldn't be underestimated... Their
weapon, the Solar Flare is capable of killing even someone of your formidable
power. It would not be safe for you to accompany your Sire."
"All the more reason to go," Draco drawled. "There is no fun
in hunting those who have been defeated, it is only those who can fight that
make it worthwhile."
Lucius' eyes glowed. "So you have defeated him?"
Draco suddenly looked chagrined. "..."
"Have you defeated him, my Son?" Narcissa asked softly.
"No," Draco breathed.
"Then our agreement stands," Lucius said firmly. "You may not
leave my side until he bows willingly before you."
"He will die before that happens!" Draco objected.
"Then you will stand by my side."
With a sudden growl Draco jumped off the captive Harry and levelled his wand
at him, snarling the curse with all the force the blond could summon. "Crucio!"
Draco screamed and dream Harry watched as it flew through the air towards his
captive self.
The captive Harry didn't flinch or cry out. The curse slammed into a
brilliant red barrier which sparked and dissipated the force before vanishing
again. Draco snarled but was not surprised and cast the curse again, with an
odd flick of his wrist.
Again the red barrier flared but this time the curse pushed through it, not
that dream Harry could detect any change in his captive self. Maybe there was a
slight tensing of his muscles but nothing else suggested the curse had hit.
Lucius was watching his sons display of power with mild amusement, obviously
enjoying the fact that captive Harry's strength was forcing his son to remain
subservient to him.
"Yield," Draco commanded.
Captive Harry looked up into still grey eyes. "My punishment is not
served."
"They are dead!"
"And I am alive."
"I killed them."
"But you have not killed me."
"You have not yielded. Kneel before me and your pain will be
over."
"My punishment is not yet served."
"For who?"
"For him."
"Who is he?"
At this captive Harry fell silent once more, closing emerald eyes and
twitching slightly as the curse continued to work.
"Who is he?"
As Draco added another few curses, captive Harry opened his eyes once again
and looked at Lucius. "How much more?"
"Eternity," the older Malfoy responded with a regal nod.
"I am not immortal."
"You are."
"I will not suffer for you forever."
"Yet you are the only one with the power to end it."
Captive Harry smiled but it was mocking. "I am the only one with the
power," he murmured, ignoring the fuming Draco and the bewildered members
of the court. "My punishment is over," he announced suddenly and
there was a flare of power.
The chains vanished and the rags that had clothed him transfigured
themselves into neat black robes. They were plain but comfortable. "My
punishment is over," he said again and looked up.
Emerald eyes bore into emerald eyes. "It is time," the words
weren't even a whisper but dream Harry heard them all the same and suddenly he
was plunging to the ground. He landed with a small tap, his eyes never leaving
his captured self.
"What is this?" Lucius snarled, rising from his throne as he was
confronted by two Harry Potter's but before anyone could cast any magic,
captive Harry cast a freezing charm on everyone.
Somehow he knew... It was as if he had always known. He didn't know
everything that had lead to this world but he knew how to free himself from it
and for the moment, dream or not he wielded power here. "It is time,"
Dream Harry agreed with himself before he looked around once more, meeting
Draco and Lucius' eyes. "I will never bow to you," he said.
He looked again at himself and raised his hands. He didn't need a wand, not
for this, all he needed was truth and he knew that. "Avada Kedrava."
The words were solemn and his gesture precise. The green light shot from the
tips of his fingers and stuck his captured self squarely in the chest.
Captured Harry nodded to him, his eyes alive. He made no sound as he toppled
to the ground and as he drew one last shuddering breath, a testament to the
power he held, to breath even after death, he looked over at his dream self
gently.
"Be true to your heart."
There was a moment of silence and then Harry screamed. The dream vanished,
ripped away as if it was never there and he was wrapped in darkness, the words echoing
through his mind as he tried to awake. But something was holding him to the
world of dream and while he struggled he couldn't bring himself to
consciousness.
In the real world, Harry felt two presences wrap themselves around him. It
wasn't Red Eye's or Ginny but they were something else. The shadows were warm
and there was something more tangible encircling his arm. Once he realised he
was safe his dreams opened again...
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