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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 this next installment is getting us closer to June. Evil is always evil... Don't forget that.
Staar - Thanks for the review... The memories and the Headmaster's decision will be revieled soon. Yes, Poor Blaise...
Meechypoo - Thank you for the review... Yes she was doomed, and many of the parents will need some help. I like writing both Harry/Draco and Severus/Sirius. They seem to be the opposite of each other in this story. When I first started, it was mainly a Harry/Draco, but some how it has toally morphed... I can't wait the end is in sight...As for your guess about Harry, I cannot comment either for or against your acertation. You will just have to wait and see...
Naughty_megs - Thank you so much, there is much left to write, but the end is in sight.
djaddict - Yes, but a cliffie not answerd for another couple of chapters... oops sorry. Necessary? Is war necessary? is death ? well yes Death is necessary... but not always in the way we make death work. Fudge... yes fudge... There are plans... you shall see... it will be spectacular... Time will come up.
And more you shall have!
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Chapter 33 - Serpentine Fate

Severus stalked the halls, he was looking for one teacher in particular. After his last class he knew he would find Harry on his way towards the great hall for lunch. Just as he rounded a corner he almost collided with Harry who was looking down just at that moment.
"You would think after all your experiences that you would at least look where you are going."Severus stated with a smirk.
Harry looked up, his eyes were not green, and Severus felt the pull. He was falling and his own will was being bent to pull his strength from him. He felt the anxiety, and the sorrow from within the Augur, the weight was crushing. And then everything went black.
Harry had finished his last class before the afternoon meal. He had been walking when Lucius had activated his coin.
"My Lord, I have found out more about the powers the Potter boy has gained." Lucius offered.
"Tell me, my friend." Voldemort ordered. His voice bland.
"It seems, Mr. Potter has been given powers to control elements of the earth, and judgment powers. What you described at the muggle home was judgment, according to this text. I brought the book from one of my libraries that I just recently found." Lucius explained.
"Your library, Lucius? All this time, the information on this enormous amount of power has been in your library?" Voldemort's voice rose with each word, emphasising the word 'your'.
"Sir, I had not been aware of the Library until now. I have found a connection here that will interest you. With your permission." Lucius was cautious, trying to sidestep the anger he heard in the Dark Lord's tone.
"Proceed." Voldemort's tone returned to bland.
"It says here, 'an augurs power may be transferred upon death according to their prophecy.'" Lucius stated, reading from the text.
Voldemort did not make a sound, his mind was twirling through endless loops over every mention of the prophecy... He had never heard the full telling, and now it seems everything rested on that prophesy, everything.
"And what have you found about the prophecy?" Voldemort asked, his voice started to hiss more than usual.
"According to my ministry contacts, only the persons whom the prophecy is about can claim it. The Potter brat, needs to retrieve it." Lucius stated with a resigned sigh.
"Well we shall just have to give him the proper incentive to retrieve it. Have you heard nothing from your son?" Voldemort asked.
"My Lord, I would inform you immediately should I encounter him. They seem to have him in hiding, and I cannot locate his whereabouts." Lucius stated.
"I am not sure you have tried, hard enough. Vince!" The Dark Lord cried out harshly.
Vincent Crabbe Sr. strode in, a wriggling figure in tow. The head was covered with a black hood, and the black robes hid any recognition of body.
Lucius maintained his mask, but dread flowed through him, his greatest fear was that they had found Narcissa.
"One of your friends would like to join the party, maybe she can help you find some incentive." Voldemort said, flicking his wand to reveal the dark head of one of his closest friends. Aster Parkinson was small just like her daughter, the dark hair and fair skin was another trait they had shared. Her face was pleading, and it was obvious that she was bound from speaking. Lucius knew that the Parkinson's had stayed away from either side, not wanting to ruin their family name.
When Lucius looked back at Voldemort, he noted something, the same he had seen once before.
"I assure you, My Lord, I will continue my efforts for your sake alone, she means nothing to me." Lucius prayed his hunch was correct.
Harry understood now, the glee from the torture permeated the Dark Lord's mind. Flashes of blood, broken bones and fear... The Dark Lord desired to feel and fear was the strongest emotion he could use to cause himself to feel anything. Once the magic pulsed and the fear rippled, he could feel.
Harry latched onto that knowledge, and took control... He would have to suck the power from those available. 'Look at ME!'
The command was undeniable. Lucius looked, Crabbe Sr. looked and Parkinson looked. There was a flood of magical power.
Harry fueled the power into the feelings he manufactured for the Dark Lord, the memories he laid out for both the Dark Lord and Crabbe Sr.
He released Lucius first. The blond man blinked a few times.
"Get her out of here now." Harry's voice was strange as it flowed from Voldemort's lips.
The tall blond grabbed the dazed Parkinson Matriarch and left immediately.
Harry needed more power and his body seemed to flood with another's power almost immediately. He did not question it, he just worked with it, transfiguring a pile of ash and molding the memories of a blasting curse and a very contrite and willing Lucius. Harry slowly release Crabbe Sr. and Voldemort slipping undetected and closing that dark connection once more.
When his eyes cleared, he looked down at the prone Potions master. The man was looking up at him and panting heavily... Blood sweat formed on that very pale forehead. Harry knelt down placed a cool palm that wiped away all blood and commanded a breeze to flow over them.
He hugged Severus tightly. "We need to move on getting the parents out that are not true Voldemort supporters, Now." Harry said in a whisper.
The Potions Master felt drained and weak and nodded. "What was that?"
"Me saving Parkinson's mother evidently." Harry stated blandly.
"What about my mother?" A feminine voice asked with a high pitched tone. Harry swung his head to see Pansy gaping at them.
Harry released Severus and helped him stand. He looked to make sure everything was fine before turning towards the student.
"Ms. Parkinson, if you will accompany me and Professor Snape, I will explain." Harry stated quietly.
Harry walked and they followed. He just barely stepped into view of the portrait to his rooms and the painting opened, gaining them entry.
Draco walked in, seeing Pansy, he shot Harry a quizzical look.
"Firecall the Headmaster, he needs to be here as well." Harry instructed Draco. The blond turned and headed to the fireplace.
Harry ushered Pansy to a seat on the sofa, and offered her some tea.
She shook her head, placed her pale hands in her lap and merely waited. Harry was always impressed at the stoic nature of most of the Slytherins. He really wished there had never been a need for it.
When the Headmaster arrived, He sat next to the girl, though there were many inches between them. Pansy seemed to get just a bit stiffer. Harry looked over at Draco, who clearly could see the concern mounting in Harry's eyes.
"Headmaster if you please, let Draco sit next to Pansy." Harry instructed softly. The Headmaster moved to a nearby armchair, Professor Snape stood behind his student, while Draco sat next to Pansy. She relaxed just a bit.
"Ms. Parkinson, we need to locate and move your father immediately to a safe location.   Your mother has already been taken care of for now, but your parents are in great danger as long as they do not choose the Dark Lord's side. Currently your mother is considered dead among the ranks of the Death Eaters, but your Father could be the next target.   You are not the first Slytherin student to have their parents targeted. I suspect you will not be the last. I want to help any of those students who have parents that may be in danger. Do you know which ones have parents with no allegiances, or those who may just want out?" Harry's voice stayed calm, he allowed some of his compassion to flow into the room. He wanted her calm, and hoped that he could win her confidence.
Pansy's dark eyes were thoughtful, though her face gave nothing away. Inside her head, she was worried. If the Dark Lord thought her mother was dead, what really happened.   If she talked about her fellow student's would they know it was her, could she help save some of them? Well for her family she would, she would do her duty.
"My father is on a trip to Indonesia, My mother was at home the last I checked. As for the other student's Blaise's mother would be another who does not support You-know-who. Millie's Parents the Bulstrodes have no allegiance. The Greengrass Family, and Tracey's dad, Terence's Aunt are the only others that I can think of. I am not sure about anyone else." Pansy offered, hoping that it would be good enough.
Harry nodded, he turned to the Headmaster, "You need to get to them as soon as possible, if they do not want protection, don't force it."
Albus stood, his demeanor serene. "Thank you Ms. Parkinson. I will inform you when your parents have been taken care of."
The Headmaster disappeared in a roar of green flames. Severus placed his hand on Pansy's shoulder and looked at Harry.
Harry looked back at the girl, "Do you have any questions for me?"
"What happened with my mother?" She asked, she was fearful of the response.
"You will get only truth from me, Ms. Parkinson." Harry started only to be interrupted.
"Pansy, Please. I know you are a Professor and all, but I find there is no longer a reason to be so formal." She stated.
Harry nodded, "Pansy, What you saw in the hallways was something that happens from time to time. I was connected to the Dark Lord, as he was trying to kill your mother as an incentive for Mr. Malfoy to enhance his efforts to find his son."
He heard the girl gasp and ignored it as he continued. "I was able to lay a false memory, and give Mr. Malfoy the opportunity to escape with your mother. She is fine. But I had to use borrowed willpower in order to achieve it over such a long distance, your mother, Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy provided their willpower in order for me to accomplish this task. I will say this...I am not able to save everyone." His own voice became rather like a whisper.
Pansy's eyes were glistening, but she did not shed a tear. She merely set her mouth in a grim line before she spoke.
"Thank you Professor, I know I don't fully understand everything, but I want you to know I am grateful for what help you did provide. You have my family's gratitude and my unwavering support." The determination in her eyes made Harry smile.
"Thank you Pansy, hopefully, when this is all over, everyone can go back to just being children and allowed to grow up." Harry said.
Severus nodded his assent to the thought.
"Ms. Parkinson, are you well enough to go back to your dorms, or do you need an escort?" Severus asked.
Pansy stood, smoothed out her robes and shook her head before replying "I will be fine, Sir."
Harry showed her out and watched her walk down the hall before disappearing around the corner. After letting the door close, he called on Dobby for lunch.
Severus, Draco and Harry sat comfortably eating before Severus started in on what he had been meaning to ask Harry.
"How much do you need me for your task? There is something I want to do sooner rather than later, but I cannot if I am needed." Severus said.
Harry thought about that for a minute. Severus was not really needed for the Ministry setting to fall into place. His only connection now was Vincent. The role he played was small and totally unnecessary now that most of his vision was now working differently. Severus had told the order about the fake vision Harry had gotten, but now that was no longer necessary.
"I do not need you for the remainder of the task, though I do not know the ripple effect your leaving will have, I suppose it will be minimal with Lucius' help." Harry stated.
"Good, I wish to propose to Sirius. I wish to do it publicly and soon." Severus stated.
Harry beamed, his happiness overflowed him once again. This time, Severus let it fill his face with a smile, which ended Harry's over flow out of pure shock.
Severus' face turned to mirth for just a moment, then the serious look returned.
"We will have to do something about Vincent though. The Dark Lord expects me to work with him on a potion for deliberate pain." Severus stated.
Harry nodded, "Did he send the missive to the Minister as well?"
"Yes, so the monitoring charms will have been activated, anything he does after he reads the letter will be recorded even if he destroys the letter. It was transferred by touch." Severus stated.
"Good. As for Vince, we need for there to be a public potion accident that may incapacitate him. As for the others, I think Voldemort is targeting the parents as a way to control the children. Professor Dumbledore will have the Order working to remove the parents out of danger, but I will need you to talk to your house to see if there are others." Harry stated quietly.
Severus nodded, thinking that over, he would really have to search out just the right way to properly talk to the children so that there were no leaked hints about his allegiances.
"Once we have everyone to safety, you can do as you wish..." Harry said with a larger grin on his face. Even with the larger set of the jaw than when he was a teenager, his grin still conveyed mischief.
Severus left to go and talk to his house.
Harry reached for Draco's hand and brought it to his lips and sighed as he kissed the delicate skin. Draco shivered. Harry stood, not letting go of Draco's hand and slowly wrapped one slender arm around his neck and then the other. They stood, bodies flush, eyes closed and just swayed together. Harry just needed to feel Draco and his hands wrapped around Draco's hips and rested there. He laid his forehead against his lover's and just breathed as they stood and swayed. The worries and cares slipped from his mind as Draco's warmth surrounded him, and his scent captivated him. They both were caught up in their own special moment of peace in a dark world.
After dinner that evening, Harry sat at his desk and opened the Book of Ages. He had learned so much already about his new role. Yet there still seemed so much left to learn. He knew by the way the pages turned and exposed only parts of passages, that there were things he may never learn. It was as if the book held everything, every piece of knowledge ever collected, but imparted only that which he needed to learn. He let his fingers traces the many pages, some of the pages were thick parchment, others were thin vellum and the more intriguing ones seemed to be made of silk. Would he enter his own passages? Had all the knowledge already been seen before, written before only to be read and re-read? The scent of ink wafted up from the latest page, a silver silk that made his fingers tingle. He was gripped by the scent, the power slowly boiled within him, begging to be released. Harry slipped into his power, his eyes blackening as the words revealed themselves in soft script, a hint of hyacinth lifted from the page and swirled.

Magic is the beat of the Mother's heart. As you control the beat of your heart and bend it to your will, the power of magic thus can be bent. See with your eyes, the flavors of the heart. See the chords, feel the energy, slow the heartbeat until you can bend it to your will.
The words blurred and the swirl of ink and hyacinth overpowered Harry. The fog did not seem to dissipate, he opened his eyes and let himself really see. It was not fog, but a kaleidoscope of colors swirling around him. They flowed like a rainbow river, twirling around him as he moved. He lifted his hands, and the threads of color tingled against his skin. He looked down to see several strands emanating out of his body and joining the river of color. He could feel her, her smile washed over him as he walked, yet he did not see her.
"I am here son, as you see, all around you. Feel the magic, touch it." her voice warm and comforting.
She was the river of color that exploded around him, flowing from him and all around. Harry lifted his hands and danced, letting the threads wrap around him as he turned. Each thread seemed to be light and his hands would pass through, until he focused on just one or two. Once he focused he could touch them, bend them, move them. This is what their world looked like outside the eyes of man. Full of vibrant colors from the energy that surrounded them.
"Magic is a river, flowing from being to being, strong or weak. Let your eyes see." Her whisper was getting fainter as he felt reality set back into him.
He closed his eyes, letting everything settle. Once he opened them he was at his desk, holding the blank silk page. Harry stood up and flexed his muscles, it felt as if he had sat for quite some time. He looked about to see the darkness out of the windows, and heard the soft breathing of Draco. Evidently his lover had fallen asleep on their sofa waiting for him. Harry wanted to see what his lover's magic looked like, so he cleared his mind and focused letting the sight blanket him. Draco was breathtaking... Ice blue and teal strands swirled around his form, the gold of their bond glowed brightest. Harry was enthralled as he moved closer, reaching for the brilliant threads. One finger stroked a blue thread, and a soft moan escaped Draco's lips. Harry's smile grew just a bit feral.
Harry stroked the Ice blue threads with his left hand, petting them with just a bit of pressure and saw Draco arch up towards where his hands were brushing threads. His right hand reached for his own red and green threads and pulled them. He took them and started to weave his threads with those of Draco’s, weaving over and under and around the golden thread.
Draco was sleeping peacefully, his dreams were broken and unfocused. There was a pull to something at the edge of his consciousness. There was a sensuous feeling that seemed to settle over him, his eyes would not open. He stood on the edge of conscious wakefulness, letting the sensations course through him. A stroke just above his body sent pleasurable feelings down his spine and he moaned. He wanted to touch the pleasure, hold on to it or dive headfirst into the pleasure he felt surrounding him.   There was a hint of flavor that edged into his mind, one that reminded him of Harry. There was no one spot on his body that could be the apex of the pleasure, but it was all over, like a blanket wrapping up his whole being.   More strokes and the pleasure seemed to ratchet up a more poignant sharpness within him and he cried out, needing to reach the highest peak of the mountain he seemed to be climbing.   His body was floating in a sea of pleasure, from his toes to his ears, so much pleasure engulfed him and then as he flew higher, the pleasure broke. He fell softly like a leaf into a pool of warmth and sighed.
Harry was so caught up in watching Draco’s face as he weaved their magic together, it was sensual and open. His angel was so perfect, he let his hands and his feet propel him all around Draco. Each thread was woven beautifully in and around his own and the bond, and each moan and sigh, led Harry to weave them tighter. He was feeling the sensations washing over his own body, but Draco’s reaction was captivating. The slow curve of an arm in repose, the arch of his lover’s body, the moans, and the very breath Harry breathed wrapped up in the merging. He was binding them in a new way. They had been body to body, heart to heart, mind to mind, and soul to soul. Now he was taking them both to the edge and back in pleasure as he mated their magic by weaving them into a tight cocoon of power. Harry felt the pressure building within his own body as he wove the final threads and let his lips fall to capture the sounds of release between them.
"Ah, Mr. Dewitt... I am glad you could meet with me on such short notice." Minister Fudge greeted the shorter man.
Mr. Dewitt was about 5' 9" and had salt and pepper hair that was cropped just to his ears, and swept to the side just to cover the receding hairline. His dark brown eyes just held the Minister's with no outside emotion showing.
"Of course, Minister. Your note stated you would like to do an interview today." Mr. Dewitt stated.
"Yes, Yes... just let me put up some charms for privacy." Fudge stated, hoping to put the man at ease when he took out his wand.
"Of course, Sir." The shorter man agreed.
Minister Fudge swirled his wand, not needing to charm his office at all, but to ensure that the story was exactly what he wanted. "Imperious!" Fudge cast, letting the euphoria wrap up the reporter.
"You wrote a piece on Mr. Harry Potter, Your source is anonymous but very well informed." The Minister instructed, handing the copy over to the reported.
The man's dazed eyes reflected nothing but contentment as he smiled, taking the paper from the minister.
"This story will run in tomorrow's edition." Fudge pushed the last bit hard into the man's mind.
The reporter walked out of Fudge's office, leaving the minister smiling smugly.

Severus was grading a few papers in his office when he noticed the monitoring book chime at him... This meant the Minister had cast an unforgivable... His slender fingers picked up the book and flipped over to the last page for the full description of the events. Severus smile in a way that would make most of his students cringe from the intensity. Harry would need to talk to Madam Bones about this. He stood towards the fireplace and cast for Harry's rooms.
"Harry?" Severus' face was green within the flames as Harry walked over.
"Severus." Harry acknowledged.
"We got him... Bribery and an unforgivable to manipulate the press." Severus stated with just a hint of glee.
"Perfect. Bring the monitoring book and meet me in Madam Bones' office." Harry stated. He did not wait for Severus to affirm, he just moved away and made his way out of his rooms.
Severus sat back for just a moment, letting his slytherin side revel in their good fortune.
Madam Bones and Harry were seated in her sitting area when Severus arrived, still clutching the maroon book to his side.
Severus moved and sat in a chair closest to Amelia.
"I have to wonder at this meeting, what is it you have discovered, Harry?" She asked, her tone cautious, but curious.
"The minister contacted on of my students. He wanted information on Professor Potter's teaching skills and any other information deemed interesting. My student sent some information to the Minister, but I intercepted it and placed a monitoring charm on it so that we can do any damage control if necessary. As my student does not see Professor Potter in a positive light. He is also a very troublesome student who has put others at great physical danger." Severus stated as he held up the monitoring book for Madam Bones.

She took the book and opened it. “I will convene the Wizengamot tomorrow morning.” She said with just a hint of glee.
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Chapter 33 - Serpentine Fate