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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 32
- 33
A/N~ here is my next chapter...I hope you all like it... I hope for reviews... they are helpful :D
Meechypoo - Thank you again for your reviews... I look forward to reading your summaries. Yes MoldY Voldy's mind is very slimy and yet there will be something that will surprise you about how Harry see's it... Yes we see the darkness and horridness, but the other side of the coin is how Harry sees it, how he processes it in his own mind with his character. That is where this is going... It's not necessairily what is in Voldy's mind, but what does harry see in there. The last time he was fed what to see by others and outside forces. Severus is out of his depth and has serious choices he has to make, because his choices affect so many people.
djaddict - Love to get your nitpicks... you know those paragraphs people post that look a garbled mess but you can read them anyway? Yeah, every now and then I find mistakes because the word begins and ends right, but the middle is messed up lol. I can't believe how long this fic has become... It takes forever to re-read to ensure plot loops have either been closed or moved along just right... wow...I surprise myself a bit with this one.. and I'm keeping your questions in mind to ensure those loops get closed and moved. :D I am glad you like my couples. I will be adding another soon. Harry has learned what he needs to learn, but we will see more of the processing later... and it will culminate in the end of Voldemort. The minister won't accomplish much... his time is almost at an end. ...and well Lockhart we will see much later, not really part of the main plot. As for the Judgment we are getting close, but there are a few kinks that Harry has to work through. He is not the end all be all of judgement... the Authorities will get their share of work... but yes there will be, but not too soon. As for your last question...I love it, but won't comment on it.
As for #2, I modified it a bit to say "Both my guides" to make more sense.. Harry's guides are Gaia and Merlin. Sometimes Death makes an apearance, but I wouldn't call him a guide.
Hope you all enjoy
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Chapter 32 - Fate’s Fools
Severus’ heart was beating like a drum, his brow was covered in sweat. Sirius moved against the heated body, alarm growing inside his very core. Severus thrashed out towards the wall, he would have tumbled over the bed had Sirius not had an arm around him. It was times like these that Sirius wished they had lived in more peaceful times. There are too many memories from which they will never escape. They will forever live with the demons inside their past.
Sirius just murmured calm words, planted soft kisses on heated skin. To wake Severus was not easy, so he just used what skills he could to coax his dark prince into waking. He slid a hand low and started to massage the flaccid cock he found. Severus moaned, and an arm came across and hit Sirius square in the lower jaw, stunning him just briefly. Sirius squeezed harder, and then bit down hard on Severus’ shoulder. The man in his arms seemed to start breathing deeper, and a spreading calm started to take over.
Severus was surrounded by many of the Dark Lord’s death eaters. They walked into a house, saw a woman who’s chin was held high. Voldemort advanced on her, and without care cast the killing curse. They were left to terrorize the neighbors, and he could barely choke out the Cruciatus that sent the chilling screams from the man beneath him. Vincent Crabbe laughed before deciding to end the pain of the wizard. Severus looked away, he had not wanted this. He had wanted a place to belong. In the beginning knowing people feared him was a heady power. Now it was like a slap in the face each time terror crossed someone’s face.
Calm was seeping into his body….the face of death and fear faded.
Severus opened his eyes staring out towards the wall in his room. His shoulder burned, he turned to look into the dove grey eyes of Sirius, one look at the blossoming bruise of the man’s jaw had him cringing.
“Don’t.” Sirius said just above a whisper. His hand moved to massaging Severus’ leg. He moved over Severus, never breaking eye contact. He let his hands skim the pale chest below him, then back up and he framed the angular face of his beloved. His fingers traced the outline of one eyebrow, then the next. He traced the line of each cheekbone and then thumbed over the jawline. He then brushed the pads of his thumbs over the dry lips of his lover. He bent his head, not to kiss, but to moisten those lips. He let just the tip of his tongue trace to the edges of Severus’ mouth. Those lips parted in a heavy sigh, and he licked briefly just inside to the silk lining of a perfect mouth. He lifted his head slowly keeping eye contact. He slid down just a little to drag his teeth across Severus’ heart beat and then he pressed with the tip of his tongue along the rise of flesh. He felt when Severus let go, and hands made their way into his hair. He pressed, kissed, and dragged his teeth to entice as he moved lower.
Severus felt like a beast, a monster. He had somehow in his throes of a nightmare hit Sirius. They had been rough in the past, but he never intentionally injured his mutt. There was no denying that Sirius would not let him feel guilty though. Those fingers stroking his leg were driving him mad, his whole being was waking. Something materialized in those grey eyes that captured him as sure as if he had been bound to the bed. Tonight he was the prisoner, the one caged by passion. Heat poured through him as he received the lightest of touches. It was as if his face were worthy to be touched, Sirius was making him feel worthy. Emotions choked inside his throat, and breathing became hard, the heated prick of tears were arming themselves in his eyes. Then that tongue was temptation itself, it was a shock how much fire was contained in just the lightest touch. He gasped, air was just something he was not sure he could capture enough of. The scrape of teeth was his undoing and he freed his hands to plunge into the silk of Sirius’ hair. He wanted and his mutt was giving him everything he never thought he should deserve. His thoughts scattered when he was engulfed in searing heat and suction. He bucked and gripped, his body was no longer his to command.
Sirius wanted to wipe the dark thoughts right out of Severus’ mind and break the legendary concentration. He inhaled the intoxicating musk of Severus, the bergamont was a heady fragrance. He wrapped his hands around the tight silken steel erection that was his. He took it all, and opened his throat fully, wanting to smile when Severus thrust hard. It was the beauty in the tasting, the brute love in the breaking that made Sirius heavy with need. He sucked hard as soon as the next thrust came, swallowing against the heavy flesh. Severus’ cry of release was beautiful. He swallowed every spurt of seed given him. When he pulled off, obsidian eyes were hazed with bliss.
“Come here mutt.” Severus’ commanded in a husky voice.
Sirius fell into his lover’s arms, only to have his body rolled to land on his back. His own erection was grasped in the perfect thin fingers that were strong in their strokes. His head fell back, only to be brought back up gently with Severus’ other hand. His eyes could not waver from the sight, Severus stroking him, lips parted just above his cock. He was overcome quickly by the sight and his eyes watched as his ecstasy poured out of him, and Severus caught each white burst on his tongue. Sirius screamed for a second wave of pure fire erupted again at that overwhelming vision.
Severus wanted to give Sirius a proper thanks, and loved to watch his lover’s expressions. He needed to see Sirius’ face, and lifted his lover’s head up so that those eyes would be on him. He needed to taste but before he could lower his lips, Sirius came, and he dipped down to capture the essence. The fire that flashed in Sirius’ eyes was something Severus wanted to see again as another explosive release rushed towards his waiting mouth. It was salty and bitter, but exquisitely wild.
They fell back to sleep, sated and peaceful. Dreams did not come to either man for the rest of the evening.
Harry sat up in his bed, his breathing was erratic, and his mind screamed today was going to change everything. He turned and looked at the indent that was where Draco slept and found it empty. The sun was just starting to peek into the curtains, so he knew it was not too late. He cast a quick tempus spell and sighed. His feet were quiet against the cool floor, allowing him the silence to watch as Draco meticulously brushed his teeth and then moved on to grooming his hair. Harry saw the grace in every finger as they stroked the brush through long lengths of silver blond hair.
“You could help by finishing… I do like it when you brush my hair. I find it very relaxing.” Draco spoke without so much as moving to indicate he noticed Harry’s presence.
Harry moved to take the brush and ran his fingers through the soft locks first before continuing where Draco had left off. The silk of the strands always seemed to bring out a side of Harry that Draco liked. He would sigh contentedly with every stroke, and Draco would smile his brilliant smile in the mirror that still made Harry’s stomach flop like pixies playing.
“So do you think you are ready to take the OWLS with the rest of the students?” Harry asked. Today was a very important day for all those in their fifth year. He knew Ron was looking forward to it only because that meant more time with Hermione afterwards.
“I think I’ll be ready for NEWTS soon, so the OWLS should be simple.” Draco replied. He turned and slipped his arms around Harry’s waist.
“Besides, I have the best tutor.” Draco quipped before he stretched up to place a quick kiss on Harry’s lips.
Harry’s eyes closed and he just breathed deeply, savoring the warm press of their lips.
Draco pulled away almost an instant later. He left the loo and Harry was left to stare at himself in the mirror as his eyes changed from green to black.
Harry plunged into the silver mirror. The hall was lined with many doors, reflecting many of Harry’s memories. He was pulled towards one door, that was dark and grey. His hand shook as he opened it, not completely understanding this journey. A pale hand wrapped around his shoulder and the white beard tickled the back of his neck.
“Today, I must impart the most important rule for an Augur to follow. Powers are granted to you that no other wizard may hold. Many wizards will be jealous and others yet afraid of the power that you will wield. There is one piece of magic, that must never touch and Auger once the powers have been accepted. Are you ready to face this lesson?” Merlin’s soft voice floated to Harry. Harry stared out into the infirmary and saw a younger Ron lying in one of the soft beds. He nodded his head just as he felt the rush of wind as Hermione and his younger self ran into the room, breathless. Ron seemed perplexed. This was after they had saved Sirius. Harry’s own heart stuttered. The implications were running wild in his head.
Had he mistaken the greatest mistake was Sirius’ death? Would he have to give up the man that meant so much to him?
Harry turned to face Merlin, he tried to push away his fear and trepidation at the lesson he was about to learn.
Merlin’s ice blue eyes pierced him. “Your young friend was gifted with a powerful item imbued with magic that provided a way to right a few wrongs. As an Augur, you are not allowed to touch such an item of it’s type again. Time is a slave to no one.   An Augur must never break time for any of their tasks. Serious consequences could occur. The tree of fate can only bloom once, never can the same branch regrow under an Auger’s touch once it has been burned to ash.”
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. “If my vision serves me right, I shall not be tempted for quite some time. If at all possible, I will ensure the similar destruction as in my vision.”
“That is good Harry, but I must express that, you must not be the one to do it. You cannot touch the magic of time with your own magic, not even to destroy the implements.” Merlin stated.
Harry nodded, turned back to cast a glance at the memory. When he turned back, he could see himself staring at something. He reached out, and saw his own hand reaching for him.   Through the reflection he grasped his own hand and everything fell away.
Harry blinked rapidly, and then turned away from his reflection. As revelations and lessons go, this one was fairly mild. Unfortunately, the foreboding feeling in his gut did not seem to dissipate.
Madam Bones walked softly on the stone floor of the Great Hall. The scratching of quills, and the quiet ticking sound was all that could be heard. Her gaze drifted to the back of the hall and landed on the very out of place man sitting at his desk looking over several parchments. She rarely saw Draco Malfoy, he rarely made it out of the rooms he shared with Mr. Potter. Harry, was really opening eyes. Hers especially. In just a few months, She was well aware of the power the boy… no man, wielded. Did that extend to the younger Malfoy as well. She wondered at that, there were new rumors now swirling around the Sr. Malfoy, and he was rarely seen in the normal political circles now.
She turned and paced back towards the front. Her ambition was within her grasp, and she knew allying herself with Harry was the only way to achieve that. He had shown her so much, so much pain in the wizarding world that the Ministry turned a blind eye to. His ideas were fresh and beautiful. Through him, she could see a great capacity towards an almost utopian life for the wizarding community. She looked up and saw only seconds left on the time. The loud gong of the time sounded, and the papers and quills immediately disappeared. Just as everyone started to rise, there was an incredibly loud bang in the entrance.
Colors shot out across the Great Hall, and several balls coalesced at the head table. A firework display of each of the four grand houses.
She turned back to the entryway to see two figures, with bright red hair walking confidently down the parted sea of students towards her. Both bowed low.
“Madam Bones.”
“We would like to interrupt…”
“Only for a moment”
“To declare and ending of an era.”
The grins on the faces of the two Weasley twins had her mouth twitching to answer.
“We do not belong”
“in a place devoted to books”
“We beg your pardon”
“and your leave”
“we wish to depart”
“And find our fortune.”
They turned to face the crowd of student’s:
“Weasley Wizarding Wheezes”
“Proudly Presents”
“An end of OWLS extravaganza of light”
“To the courtyard George”
“To the courtyard Fred”
Together “To the courtyard one and all.”
And with a grand sweeping bow to all, and another to Madam Bones, They skipped out of the Great Hall hand in hand like a couple of school girls. Giggles, laughter and whoops followed them out.
Everyone gathered for what would prove to be a most exciting and colorful show. Fred and George lit up the sky in sparkly creations of Dragons, Owls, Elves and Trolls. They put on a demonstration of many of their inventions. They let slip some portable swamps, and gave away many items. From their Happy Bubble Box, to a few cartons of weather in a bottle, and the rest of their stash of Skiving Snackboxes… To her utter surprise, the twins gifted Madam Bones with a Jinx off kit, replete with hat, gloves and cloak.
Upon making their final bow, they rose into the air on their brooms, and set off their final firework demonstration, that culminated in a bright W across the sky. The twins disappeared in a flash of speed.
Harry watched the twins go with a smile on his face. At least this time, they had waited until the tests were complete. He was proud of them. Hopefully there would be more time for them to focus on their shop, and he turned with a smile on his face, knowing that when they had arrived back at the burrow, their birthday present would await them. The deed to Number 93 diagon alley. He knew a good investment can only get better with a few well placed coins.
Draco noticed Harry secretly smiling, leaning against one of the pillars. He walked over and peered into those sparkling green eyes.
“Did you know about this?” Draco asked with a grin.
“I had a premonition, you could say…” Harry bantered back.
Draco laughed, “So how do they make out?”
Harry blanched, coughed and sputtered. Draco looked at him quizzically.
Harry controlled his nauseating thoughts, and calmed a bit.
“Just fine, best investment of the century.” Harry said. He watched Draco’s mind start thinking.
“Let’s go have some tea, shall we? My classes are done for the day. Everyone will be packing for the Easter Holidays, and we shall have some downtime.” Harry said.
Draco draped his arm over Harry’s and they walked to their rooms, not hurrying, just a normal lazy pace.
Severus was waiting in his office, pacing over the worn carpet. He waited for the mail to arrive during breakfast, but had been disappointed. His heart seemed to be beating too fast. For the usually graceful Potions Master, the anxiety of what he was about to embark upon was clamoring through his body fast.
A dull brown owl, with old eyes flew into his office, obviously the headmaster did not mind sending it through the halls. Severus watched it land on the back of one of his office chairs, the small talons digging into the wood slightly. His fingers shook as he reached for the letter.
   Professor Snape,

I was surprised to receive your missive. In light of the past, and hope for the future I would honored to help you plan. Here are some things to consider.

Sirius secretly loves the scent of bergamot, never understood why, but he does. Though he seems like much of a private person now, he was always a show off, and grand gestures in public would be something that would show that you value him above your own reputation. He has always discounted his line and heritage, so stay away from the Black Family traditions or anything similar.Other than that, you might know more than me. I know he likes to take risks, and is often a lover of a good prank.

Let me know how I can assist further. I am forever in your debt and at your disposal. And Good luck, not that you need it, he is so far gone you may never get rid of him.

Remus

P.S. I will no longer need the potion, talk to Harry if you have questions.
Severus sat down in his chair, a finger tapped elegantly against his chin. He needed a plan. As for the Bergamont, that would be easy to obtain, he used it in a majority of his potions. So there was a ready supply. Severus groaned at the thought of doing this publicly, but the wolf was on point. Sirius had been in hiding so long. There was a knock on the door to his office and he swept the note away quickly before opening the door with his wand.
Blaise Zabini stood on the other side, his expression full of concern.
“Come in.” Severus called.
Blaise shut the door and approached the dark wood desk.   He took out a slip of paper and handed it to Severus.
Severus frowned as he opened the parchment, there were dots of red covering the corners. He shivered, and knew from the last line that this was not good at all.
   My Son,
   Stay at school. Things have come up, and I will not be able to see you for the holidays.
   Love Forever,
   Mum
Severus looked up at his pupil, who was holding everything in so well, but all it would take would be just one thing and the boy would crumple. The boy’s mother was everything to him.
“Sir, I can’t stay, something is wrong, even you must sense it.” Blaise said as his voice cracked.
“I will talk with a few people today to see what we can arrange. Go to the Headmaster’s office and I will meet you there in a little while.” Severus stated, he cast a patronus and sent it off to the headmaster with a brief message to expect the student. Severus stood, and ushered the young Zabini out of the office and into the hall. He turned to his left, and watched his student walk slowly to the right and towards the stairs. He moved more quickly towards Harry’s rooms.
Draco’s smile was brilliant when he saw who had met them in their rooms. His father was sitting on one of the sofas sipping on some tea. The returned smile was enough to make him feel so much better. Draco walked over and embraced his father when the man stood.
Harry gave them both a moment, and sat on the opposite sofa. After a few minutes of exchanged pleasantries, Harry broke into the conversation.
“Mr. Malfoy…” Harry started.
“Lucius. Please.” Lucius offered.
Harry smiled back, “Lucius. I need your help. Since you have been tasked with informing Voldemort of the Augur, I need you to lead him to believe that my powers can be acquired.   First he needs the prophecy in order to understand how, and then he needs to be the one to implement what is foretold in the prophecy. He still needs to pursue the prophecy, but leading him to think there is a link to my new powers, will lure him even more. I have a book here that I have modified to help you. It is an ancient book, that could easily have come from your library. The modifications were done with the help of my Augur powers, so no charm or spell that could be detected will be found. Give him this book and show him the marked passages.   This way you cement your loyalty and his obsession.”
Harry stood and moved to one of the book shelves and pulled a dark black leather bound book that was smaller than most. the markings were done in a crimson ink, and several parchment tabs were sticking out of the top. He offered the book to Lucius, who received it with much grace as always.
Harry sat back down, and looked back at Lucius, his eyes filled with concern.
“I am sorry to ask you time and again to approach Voldemort. Thank you, in case I have not expressed my gratitude.” Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“There is no need, my family owe you much, and no matter the cost, I will see this through to the end.” Lucius stated.
Draco was still beaming next to Harry, and placed his hand on Harry’s knee, hoping to show his support.
They sipped tea and chatted a while longer. Just as Lucius left through the floo, a ripple of unease hit Harry and he staggered back just a little. Harry felt for the sofa to sit, his eyes were getting darker, and he knew he had to open the vile connection again.
Harry barely touched the dark thread that led him into the dark mind of Voldemort. He kept his presence cloaked and quiet. He felt the overwhelming knowledge that he was to witness only, and not interfere. This left him feeling powerless and afraid.
A beautiful lady sat primly in a chair, her hair was messed and her robes torn. Yet she still held her chin high, and her beauty was unmistakable. Her hair was dark, shockingly still like silk even though it seemed to have been shocked with electricity, her eyes were the deepest blue, and her dark skin and curved eyes made her look exotic.
“You will write back to your son. He is to come home…” Voldemort’s voice was hard as steel.
Her blue eyes became more defiant, “You will not have him.”
Her reply was short and the finality of it burned rage inside the Dark Lord. He would take great pleasure in breaking this witch. He barely lifted his wand and a cut blossomed over her leg, bleeding just above the torn robe. The witch did not scream...His anger grew, he needed to feel her fear, but she was just staring at him with complete defiance. He sent several more slicing cuts across various body parts, yet she held and did not scream… he relished the screams, he needed the screams. Her face was serene still as if she were just having tea with a neighbor.
Voldemort screamed his rage and let the cruciatus go, he would not play games. Her body twitched, her face looked pulled, and then she fell out of the chair. She writhed under the pain, but never breaking, never screaming. He would make her scream, when he got a hold of her son… he would break her spirit then he would kill her for defying him. He released her from the curse, then bound her up against the wall in her house.   She would remain there in the dining room, and when her son arrived, that would be the first thing he would see. Voldemort sent a few more well placed cutting hexes on her, marring her face, and her arms, and her feet. He smiled at the sight of the blood starting to well up. “Watch her.” his voice called out to an unknown presence.
Harry came back to himself, breathing heavily. His heart racing, and his eyes looked around for Draco. He saw Draco at the door ushering Professor Snape into the room.
“We may have a problem.” Severus stated as he rounded the sofa and sat down opposite Harry. Draco sat back down, a frown on his face when he felt Harry’s anxiety.
Harry just stared back at Severus, waiting. Severus produced the parchment that Blaise had received, and handed it to Harry. He could feel the sorrow rolling off the parchment, the pain, and the love.
“Mr. Zabini cannot go home, Severus.” Harry stated firmly.
“How did you know it was for Blaise?” Draco asked, looking over the parchment.
“I know it’s a trap that is waiting for him. We should talk to the Order and see what we can do. Possibly send a team of Aurors to his mother’s home.” Harry said standing up.
“I sent Mr. Zabini to the Headmaster’s office, we should go there and see what can be done.” Severus stated, standing up as well.
As they departed, Harry felt a the dread in his stomach grow the closer he got to the headmaster’s office. They found a questioning headmaster, alone. Harry knew then, that Blaise was gone.
“He never showed did he headmaster?” Harry asked.
“No, what happened?” Albus queried.
“Mr. Zabini got a letter from his mother stating he should stay here for the holidays. He felt there was something off about the letter. I sent him here, but Harry is sure that there is a trap involved.’ Severus stated.
“And now it looks as though my friend has not listened. He is very touchy when it comes to his mother.” Draco informed them, “We need to go after him. If it’s a trap this can’t end well.”
“Do you know where his mother lives?” Harry asked, and watched Draco nod in the affirmative.
Harry pulled Draco aside, “You wouldn’t consider staying put would you?” His eyes were pleading.
“If it were Ron or Hermione would you?” Draco asked. His eyes were soft, and his hand comforting.
Harry knew this was not what he had planned, he never wanted Draco near trouble again.
Draco tightened his grip getting Harry to look at him. “Isn’t this what you have helped train me to do? I want to stand by your side, not in your shadow.”
Harry nodded, “That doesn’t mean that I have to like it. But you have a point, I never could leave my friends to face danger alone, and I will not do so now.” He looked into deep silver, “I love you.”
The dread in his stomach just got tighter. He did not want to know how bad things will get.
Blaise approached the house with caution. He knew that the small cottage was his mother’s favorite place. He always felt home here. No matter the storms that they had survived together, they always came here to heal. He could feel the magic of others inside the house. He drew his wand, he had protected her before, and would do so again. He opened the back door, quietly and entered the back room. It was dark, but he knew that there would be nothing on the floor to hinder his silent steps. He slowly rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of the diningroom and felt his heart rip at the sight. His mother hung from the wall, torn and bleeding. Her eyes were glazed, yet her face was still as serene as he had seen it in a while. He had seen that face before. When he was 12, her last husband had showed his true colors after the wedding. His new stepfather cursed his mother often and she had learned to live under the cruciatus, that was her face that meant she was in pain, but unwilling to share that pain with those inflicting it. His mother had developed her control over pain over many years. There had been many that had suspected his mother’s hand when her husband had died suddenly after a year, but he knew his mother was innocent. And whoever did this would face a similar fate, by his hands once again… He looked around the room and saw no one. He moved closer casting a few charms to try to release the bindings. Her blue eyes rolled to his, and then widened in fear and sorrow.
“Mr. Zabini, my master will be very happy to see you.” A man with tangled brown hair, streaked with red, said with a dark smile.
Zabini cast a stunning spell towards the man, who countered with a short shield then a nasty hex.   They battled back and forth, hexes and spells, shields and counters, the room was lit with color and magic. The man was evenly matched against Zabini, so there was no giving ground. The crack of apparition sounded loud enough to make them both pause. When the door was blown apart, the man’s blue/grey eyes narrowed and he threw a spell to distract the young man and turned and cast the killing spell towards the woman on the wall. A high pitched scream could be heard from the throat of Blaise Zabini. The man was sent to the floor under a nasty hex delivered by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Long blond hair flowed into a tight ponytail, the height was intimidating and silver eyes had narrowed to a sliver of steel. Harry moved quickly around and instead of inspecting the man, he moved to release Mrs. Zabini from the spells that held her imprisoned. He held her lifeless body in his arms, his heart hurt for his friend. Blaise was on the floor weeping against Draco who now held him tightly.
“We need to have the order find safe houses for the parents of the slytherin students who may need it.” Harry spoke softly.
Draco looked up and only nodded. Harry moved with Mrs. Zabini to the bedroom he found down the hall. He laid her gently on the middle of it. He used his wand to heal her wounds. He mended her robes, and untangled her hair. Lastly, he shut the lids to her beautiful eyes.
Blaise came in followed by Draco, the boy’s face was worn and streaked with tears. He looked at his mother on the bed then back to Harry.
“Thank you. She hated to look in disarray. Can we preserve her here? I want to hold a memorial, but with all that is going on, now is not appropriate.” Blaise asked.   The boy was struggling to hold his composure, and Harry moved closer. Harry placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“I will use every power I can to ensure no one can touch her here.” Harry promised.
Blaise looked up, his brown eyes firm.
“Anything you need, Harry...I will do anything you need of me.” Blaise stated earnestly. Harry nodded. He ushered Draco and Blaise out of the room, and constructed many wards, charms, and sealed Mrs. Zabini’s body. She would remain as if alive, but sleeping. Harry left the room with a heavy heart, and locked the door to the room. He turned back to the man he now recognized. The man had been the leader of the snatchers, Scabior.   Harry cast a charm to bind the man, he did not know what to do with him.   He could not judge him, yet he could not free him.
“We will hold him in a cell at our house, until such a time is right to turn him over to the ministry for a trial.” Harry said. He waited for a disagreement, but found none. He admired Blaise all the more for not crying out for the death in revenge. Draco stood on one side, and Harry on the other. Blaise stood on Harry’s left, Harry lifted his wand and caught them all by their wrists and apparated them out of the small cottage.
The Minister of Magic sat at his desk, pouring over papers from various department heads. A rather interesting missive was next to his ink well. He pulled it into his stubby fingers and flicked his wand a couple of time just to ensure himself that it was in fact real. His smile turned wicked… He would make the most of this information… he just needed a particularly well educated journalist for his next task. He let his eyes drift over the letter once more.
   Minister,
   My son has told me about the Potter. He is pushing a new agenda at the school to create a sympathy about creatures.   He also has found out that Potter is talking with them. They had the whole school listen to creatures talk. Hope this finds you well.
Vince Sr.
The minister took out a small coin pouch, tied it to the leg of the owl that had delivered the missive and sent it on it’s way. He took up his quill to write the next Prophet article to smear the golden boy… and Professor Dumbledore… Completely unaware that every action since opening the missive was being recorded and saved for later retrieval.
Blaise sat on one of the high backed chairs in the study at Draco and Harry’s home.
“You can stay here for the holidays. We have plenty of room. And if you need more time after school starts, I can talk to the teachers and have them grant you a leave of absence for however long you need.” Harry spoke softly.
“You are much more than I had perceived. For years I saw you and all Gryffindors as weak because of the traits that placed you in your house. I see now that those were strengths. I will push on, and make my mother proud.” Blaise declared.
“If you think about it, every house has their specific strengths. If you put all of them together, you could change the world.” Harry mused… Draco and Blaise just looked at him as if he had spoken some great epiphany.
“Dobby will serve dinner in an hour. You and Draco can have some time alone, I have an errand to run.” Harry said, and then turned towards Draco, “I’ll be back before midnight.”
Grey eyes stared back at him with curiosity. Harry shook his head and mouthed the word ‘later’. He let his arms encircle Draco’s waist and pressed his lips softly into the warmth offered. He sighed into the kiss, letting his love seep into his lover and accepting the strength that flowed back as their tongues teased briefly. Harry’s eyes opened to see the loving mercury of Draco’s.
The night air was cold as it slashed against Harry’s robes. He flew with all the speed he could muster. There was something that needed to be done, and tonight was as good a night as any. The tall black tower loomed in the distance, he angled for the topmost window. His large frame blocked out the moonlight, he peered in on the man that lay on a stone bed. A tattered blanket covered the emaciated form of an old man. Stringy hair covered a skeletal face. Harry stepped into the room, it was empty and completely devoid of any goodness.
Harry strode over to the figure, knelt down and spoke.
Tuesday morning found Harry waiting at the head table. He was poised to make the move that would change many lives. The daily prophet arrived and every student and teacher received a copy. Harry looked over towards the headmaster who was just unfolding the paper.
The headline blazed larger than most: “Grindelwald, Dark Wizard, Dead.”
Albus stood, his face a mask, his eyes lost their twinkle, and he made his way quietly out of the hall. Harry followed close behind. When there was no one with in range, Harry stepped up the pace to confront the Headmaster.
“Sir, If I may accompany you to your office, I have somthing to say that you will want to hear.” Harry said.
“Harry… I…Yes, I will hear it.” the Headmaster complied.
They walked in silence over stone floors, up stone stairs, until they reached the stone gargoyle. Harry had a feeling that the Headmaster’s heart right now was anything but stone.
When the door closed, Harry broke the silence.
“I have two memories for you to view in the privacy of your office.” Harry said, pulling out a vial, “But, they come with conditions. After viewing them, you will need to make a choice that will either keep your life and those around you the same, or change things forever.”
The headmaster was feeling so much heartache right now that it was hard to processes what Harry was saying. He tried to focus on the words.
Harry put a calming hand on the old shoulders. “You do not need to give much more to anyone anymore. You can rest, find peace, find love.”
The headmaster’s eyes met his. Harry saw the hollowness that laid behind eyes that have seen untold sorrow. Harry pushed the vial into the old hands. “There is much to do after you make your choice. Let me know when you made your choice.”
Harry hugged the older wizard and then left the headmaster to his thoughts and his choices.
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