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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~ Ok, here is my next chapter… we are in the home stretch… I am sure.
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Chapter 36 - Sanguine Fate
Harry wrapped up his lecture and dismissed his class early. He had received a note from the Headmaster to meet him in the infirmary. His strides were long as his foot met stone, still it seemed that these halls could still inspire him with the greatness. He could imagine the multitude of witches and wizards of ages past and future, and how they found themselves inside these halls. He caught glimpses it seemed, of the past as he walked, and visions of the future. The students were the same in each, forever separated by house, forever clutching to their own whims of the day. When he reached the infirmary he looked to the Headmaster, who was dealing with Madam Pomfrey.

Albus shook his head at the Medi-witch for a moment, "This is not the usual Poppy it is out of our hands." She sighed and returned to her rooms.
"Send for his father, Headmaster." Harry spoke quietly as his eyes met the ice blue of the figure across the room only he could see.
Albus nodded and left.
Patience was something Death understood, the boy would be his, but the mortals needed just a bit of time. He had never needed time. Time was nothing to him, he existed in a place where there was neither a way forward nor a way back. He just was, the souls belonged to him now or then, it did not matter the time. He still claimed what was his when their time was up. This moment the boy had served out the necessity on this plane of existence. He stood staring at the son of the earth, never needing to blink or look away. Smiling as he did so, comforted in the knowledge that soon things would be as they were meant to be. The Augur did not flinch under his gaze, nor did he return the sentiments.
An hour later, Severus stood over the bed of the boy, looking remote as ever. Harry was off to the side to become unnoticed by any guests. Albus strode into the room with Crabbe Sr. who started to spout nasty words as he saw the motionless form of his son. He looked up at Severus.
"Vince, I am afraid that he was not careful enough with the ingredients assigned for his task, the result was an explosion that caused his living functions to cease." Severus stated as warmly as he could. Severus had hoped to convey the unspoken message and insinuate the fault lay outside the room.
"He died well then." Was all that Vince could mutter before he turned and walked towards the door. "I expect his body to be prepared and home within the hour."
Severus nodded his assent and went to walk the man out of the infirmary. Once the doors closed he waited for Vince to speak.
"Did the potion work?" Vince asked quietly.
"No, there was nothing salvageable to it. I will inform the Dark Lord." Severus stated only to have his words waved off...
"It was my son, I will do so." Vince stated.
"If you do..." Severus intoned his hand reaching for the man's shoulder.
"Then I will die honorably with my son." Vince stated his voice cold and firm.
Severus had never know Vince to have any feeling, but his loyalty was clear, and he wished for better than this for the man and his son, but such was the horrors of the seduction by evil.
Severus let the man go and re-entered the infirmary only to shiver at the sheer drop in temperature and his eyes almost briefly caught the sight of something close to the body of the boy. He blinked and looked again to see nothing.
Harry watched as Death approached the bed, the long white hair flowing in a wind that no one but them could feel. It was the wind of death.
"Severus you are needed by the bed." Harry spoke with so much authority that the Potions Master did not even think to move, his feet just did it for him.
"Place your hand on the boy's chest." Harry instructed.
Harry placed his hand over Severus’ chilled hand. He then let his own power flow through Severus and Vince, returning the will and soul to the body, only for the soul to flow out into the hands of Death. Vince’s body seemed to deflate in that moment. Death was gone as soon as the soul touched his fingers.

Severus, Albus and Harry felt the room's temperature rise to normal once again. Death had finally claimed Vincent. Severus felt whole again, no longer carrying a burden not his own. He felt free, and he smiled.
The cough and squeak from beside him brought Severus to the reality that both the Headmaster and Harry were staring at him with strange shocked expressions.
"Get used to it... I plan on being happy." Severus stated, with his usual sneer which seemed to relax the other two wizards minutely. He cast a look at the Headmaster, the sparkle and nod were all he needed. Then the Potions master huffed and stalked off towards his quarters as if that brief moment had not happened.
Harry turned towards Albus and broke out into a laugh, which soon encompassed the headmaster himself. His blue eyes twinkled as they continued. After a moment of short giggles and snorts, the laughter subsided.
Albus turned towards Harry with a more subdued look on his face.
"I have made a decision." The headmaster stated.
It had not really taken Albus long to come to his decision. So many people would see his decision as abandoning the wizarding world, others who revered him would see it as an unjust punishment. For Albus this was freedom. The wizarding world had a way of claiming men into a destiny that they neither wanted nor cared for. Destiny was for those that did not love as deeply as some. In his life, he was forced to make decisions that were the right ones, but at the expense of his own life and happiness. Today, he chose for himself. Today, he was selfish. He was sure that was Harry’s goal after all. After everything, the lies, the deaths and the long life filled with sorrow and drive to just keep going, he never thought he would deserve a gift like this. The gift of love, the gift of another life, one he could choose to make on his own, without undue pressure. Now just within his reach was the greatest gift that made all the pain and sacrifices worth it. A second chance, without the hassle of magic, without the burden of greatness, or the cloak of self-sacrifice.
Harry sobered for a moment, and nodded.
"I will choose to follow Gellert." Albus stated firmly, his decision made. "What now?"
"Well, the only thing I need is for you to stay on until I no longer need you. Which if everything goes well, you should be free after the solstice. Everything else will be up to you to designate who follows in your position, and any loose ends you may need to tie up. We will need to set up new identities for you both. You may live without magic, but that does not mean you have to reside outside our world. You have done nothing wrong, and will be rewarded for that. And I would not like to lose your friendship, it has been most fulfilling." Harry said with his own twinkle.
"I seem to remember a boy once, who was angry at me and the world... I am happy for how things have worked out. I could not leave now if not for you. My era is at an end, as is the generation I represent. It is now for you and yours to lead and I can imagine a much greater world, Harry." Albus walked over and embraced the younger man.
Harry held on, knowing this man would finally have something worth the sacrifices. He let the tears fall, sometimes letting go of the bitterness was easier than letting it try to become a part of you.
Harry and Albus broke apart and then Harry smiled at the older man.
"Well I must be off, dinner and Draco await... It seems Minister Bones will be holding a press conference to address questions about Sirius' pardon tomorrow... We all know how these events go...   Will you be attending?" Harry asked.
Albus nodded with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes, he had to start making plans.
The sun had set in Diagon Alley, casting most of the shops into a shadow. A tall figure cloaked in simple brown robes, walked hastily down the cobblestone street. He looked up at the purple sign and smiled. He entered the shop and looked around, there were books in every corner, shelves after shelves of books, all in colors and sizes that varied. His eyes were caught to the nearest bin. Evidently there was a clearance on a lot of books by the same author. He picked up one fuchsia tome and turned the book over and smiled… Indeed. He had a name now… He approached the sales clerk and sent his compulsion to her…
“What do you know of Gilderoy Lockhart?” The tall man questioned.
“He wrote a lot of books, but he fell sick several years ago. He has been in St. Mungo’s ever since.” She replied with an air of pleasure.
Sanguini smiled, thanked the girl, and left. The book still laid on the counter, the author’s handsome face smiled back, but the title said it all “Voyages with Vampires”.
A rather happy blond man sat in a chair looking out a window. He was completely absorbed in the beauty of the night. The stars were brilliant. His gaze cast to the pile of mail on the other table across the room. He still had no idea why people wrote him so many letters, but since remembering his name, he had signed it at least a hundred times a day. Today, though he did not want to sign anymore. His poor peacock quill was so battered, that he was not sure it would sign another parchment. He sighed and looked back out the window to smile again at the stars. He liked the stars, they were very pretty.
“Mr. Lockhart, you have a visitor.” A soft woman’s voice floated to him.
He squinted for a moment, he never had visitors. Maybe it was his long lost family finally come to claim him. He turned in his chair to face the door, straightened his jacket, and looked hopefully up. The person that strode in with confidence, was tall and thin. The man’s face was as beautiful as the stars and he smiled his best smile towards his visitor.
“Gil, I am pleased to finally see you.” The voice was satin, and it pulled at his blood. His veins jumped, and his heart raced. He knew that this man had come to claim him, and he also knew that he would go anywhere with him willingly.
Sanguini was finally looking at the mate that had evaded his detection for so long. He scented the blood that called to him, and the understanding seemed to enter into those blue eyes. Whatever this man had suffered, he would put to right if he could. He knelt in front of his blond mate and pressed his hand to the man’s cheek, smiling as the man leaned into his touch. He let his mind search into his mate’s to see the damage. Pieces and parts of memories that did not connect floated to him… He let his mind magic flow to help bridge the gaps of what was there. He let the memories of Harry Potter stay hidden, those would not be needed… He leaned forward and gazed into the deep blue eyes that were staring at him with adoration.
“Do you greet me as your mate, Gilderoy Lockhart?” Sanguini asked the customary question, pulling all his mind magic back to him, so the answer would not be forced.
“I see my mate in you.” Gilderoy replied, it seemed to flow from deep within him as he reached to touch the man in front of him.
Sanguini smiled, he stood, bringing the man up out of the chair to press their bodies close. The vampire dipped his head to kiss the lips he had envisioned since his talk with the Augur. He moved his mouth down to the curve of the man’s throat. His teeth sank down and drank, marking the man, claiming him as his own.
When Harry arrived at his home, he instantly tried to find Draco, but the bond did not register his lover in the house. He did not have a nauseating feeling, so he could feel there was nothing wrong. He went about making sure dinner would be ready when Draco arrived.
An hour or so later the floo flared to life as Draco stepped out gracefully and grinned at Harry. Harry had been reading as he waited, and raised his eyebrow at the mischievous grin that graced his savior's face.
"And what is that grin for, something is up." Harry inquired.
"You will see tomorrow, but I will warn you, brace for impact." Draco said with a chuckle.
"Impact of what?" Harry asked as he stood to pull the blond into his arms.
Draco placed a soft kiss to Harry's cheek, "Can't say, it's a surprise... and we know you are pants at keeping secrets from those you love."
"Hey... I resemble that remark. And who is 'we'?" Harry exclaimed.
Draco shook his head.
Harry sighed, "Dinner is served, my love."
"Is it, and what is for desert?" Draco asked playfully.
"I'm thinking it over at the moment." Harry smiled ruefully at his lover.
They sat down and ate the warm meal that the elves had delivered, it was rather nice.   Several meats, with risotto, and a couple of steamed vegetables. Simple fare, but hearty.
When the meal was finished, Harry stood and waited for Draco to move up from the table before he took the pale hand in his. He led Draco to one of their larger reception room and opened it to show the redone room off. He had used magic to create a ball like atmosphere, a string symphony played in the background as he pulled Draco to him into a slow swaying dance. Draco smiled and let himself be lead, and he laid his head onto Harry's shoulder as they moved with simple steps across the dance floor. The sway was slow and soon turned sensual.
Harry let his fingers dance along with his body, soft presses of leg to thigh, abdomen to groin, and a brush of leg to calf. His fingers twirled pressing circles against Draco's back and lower. He felt the breath coming quicker against his neck... He whispered a quick charm to cover themselves in a sheer silk long shirt. The gasp was perfect, the fabric caressed their skin as they moved in time with the sensual music. Harry's fingers were teased with the enticement of skin just a layer below. He pressed closer, inhaling Draco's scent as he moved them to the far wall. He wanted to let his mouth and fingers to get their fill of the perfect man in his arms.
Draco let Harry lead him, and the anticipatory pangs started low in his groin and grew until his whole body was tingling with anticipation. The touches, the brushes and the breath was more than his poor sensory system could take. He gasped as his skin became more sensitive under the smooth slide of silk and press of Harry's body. Heat surrounded him until he felt his back against a chilled wall. He let his head fall back, his body already tight with suspense from only a dance and soft touches. Harry's mouth met his in an alluring dance, reminiscent of their first fiery kiss... it consumed his senses as the flavor and spice of Harry's mouth exploded over his own, he gripped Harry's neck trying to push his tongue deeper to taste the dark recesses that he may have missed. A gasp broke them apart as Harry's erection pressed into his own.
Harry took his fill of his lover's mouth. The press to deepen the kiss was explosive and this lungs needed precious air, but he did not want to break free. His own body pressed their erections together and air came to him once again.   His eyes burned with so much of the intensity that flowed off Draco's mercury gaze. Harry's lips hovered just above Draco's, the blond moved to capture them, but Harry moved just out of reach. He waited until Draco stilled, and then he let his breath heat just the lips as Draco moaned. Harry dipped his head to capture the exposed flesh of Draco's neck, and his hands slid down each side, letting his fingers massage the silk into Draco's skin. He pressed his hips harder into Draco's, needing the friction, but holding back to draw out the pleasure to the edge. Draco's hands found their own way pulling Harry's body closer.
Draco felt the sensuality flow over him, the heat of Harry's breath and the press of hands. He needed more and he pulled his lover closer, and arched his body into the hardness that met him. Harry dropped then, letting his hands slide down his silk covered body. Each inch became more sensitive than the next, and Harry's heated breath flowed over his erection, causing a deep moan to flow out of him. He looked down to watch Harry smile up at him. His own smile turned into a frown when Harry stepped away. Only to watch his lover lift his hands, and then he felt his body lift into the air. He gave himself up to the magic of Harry's manipulations. When his body was stripped of all cloth, he groaned louder. His legs were parted, and he felt as if he were lying on a soft cloud. The sharp pleasured scream took him by surprise as he felt Harry's hot tongue swiping over his arse. His legs were held open by nothing, and Harry was standing between his legs, licking and sucking at his entrance driving him utterly mad.
"Harry..." Draco cried out.
Harry smiled up at his lover as he moved from his kneeling position. He wanted to do so much more, and he could not do that with Draco up against the wall. He stepped back and only smiled back at Draco when he stared to move the air around to lift his lover. It would not do to let the silk shirt stay, so he whispered a quick spell to banish it. His lover lay as if on a cloud, silver blond hair cascading down in the air like a waterfall, and creamy pale skin called to Harry. He walked to see the perfect winking flesh that called to him, he loved the sight of Draco's arse, white and perfect. He moved each leg, letting the strings of magic around them hold them up and in place as he let his tongue taste. Just one lick was never enough, the flavor of Draco was always sweet. His saliva pooled in his mouth as he continued to taste, lick and suck on the soft entrance... Drops fell to the floor as he let the wetness spread over that silky skin. He licked one of his fingers before inserting it into Draco's heat. 'Your body is my addiction' Harry spoke to Draco in parseltongue and smiled when Draco's hard prick leaked just a bit more juice. He pushed Draco's body down just a few inches so he could continue plunging his fingers into Draco's heat as he moved to the side to lick up the liquid dripping from Draco's cock. His lover bucked under his hands. Harry whispered another charm, and hissed. He let his own body become lubricated and stretched as he pulled his own fingers from Draco's heat. He lowered his love to his feet, and banished his own silk shirt and begged with his eyes.
Draco was ready to burst, the tongue was torture, but when Harry started pumping fingers into him he cried out more. So much pleasure surrounded him. And the soft hiss of syllables hit his core hard when Harry spoke. The heat of Harry's mouth and the plunge of fingers was almost too much. But when he was lowered to the ground, there was a sense of loss. The fire was renewed by that look in Harry's eyes. He licked his lips and pushed Harry's larger form towards the wall that they had abandoned.
"Brace yourself, Love. I won't last long." Draco groaned out.
He moaned louder when he saw Harry's bare body braced against the wall, arse out and waiting. The emerald eyes captured his own as he walked closer. His pale hands cupped Harry's olive cheeks lovingly as he spread them. One swift snap of hips and he was buried deep inside the most powerful wizard in the world...   That one thought, coupled with the tight heat of Harry, and scream of pure pleasure that followed broke him... his seed flowed with each aching moan that escaped his lips as he thrusted just three times, each time releasing more.
Harry was ready, his prick aching and as he braced himself and looked back, he was sure that he would spill himself on contact. His own need was curled so tightly in his belly that when Draco thrust, he blanketed the wall with his semen. His scream pure pleasure and stars and fireworks. His knees gave out, and both bodies seemed to crumple at the same time. Harry just laughed.
Draco smiled in their bliss. There was never anything about them that even came close to normal, they were always fire and always explosive... and he could live with that.
It took both of them about five minutes to come round and regain their strength. Harry for all his strength still felt weakened, but stood and took Draco in his arms and kissed him senseless once again, body to body, skin to heated skin. They stumbled to their bed, leaving the cleanup to the elves. Sleep was easy, and effortless.
Inside Harry's blissed out mind, the dark connection burned. Harry did not want to visit the issue, but he knew that it would be necessary. He grasped the link and let the slime of evil envelop him.

He was watching the most horrific scene of the Dark Lord's anger to date. Vincent was bowing before the Dark Lord, and had delivered the news about his son's actions on the potion. The Dark Lord seethed, his anger needed to be appeased and only one thing ever appeased his anger. He swiftly flicked his wand, and Vincent was thrown across the room. There was a crack and one leg was bent in the opposite direction.
"You will see your son this day." The Dark Lord stated, as he flicked his wand again, casting the Cruciatus curse, but locating it only into the broken leg.
Vince's scream ripped through the entire house.
The Dark Lord released it. He cast a water bubble around Vincent, except for the leg. And then sent fire out of his wand to burn the extended appendage. More screams filled his ears, and feeling seeped into him. He fed on the screams. He let go and the only thing left was a charred leg bone. Vincent was crying and broken painful moans were escaping him. Still the Dark Lord wanted more. He broke the water charm and flung the man across the room once again, angling the body to break across the set of stone stairs near the door.
Several cracks could be heard and blood flowed from the man's chest as a few ribs could be seen sticking out of his body.
The Dark Lord smiled at the sight... One more touch... "Sectumsempra” His eyes were glued to the flowing blood as he moved closer, letting the blood flow towards his bare feet. The painful screams were stopping, and becoming garbled, and then the death rattle... before death could take the man with blood, the Dark Lord cast again. "Avada Kedavra” with a flash of green, all sound ceased. He was cold again, but his anger was appeased. He needed to find a new plan...
Harry dropped the link and rolled out of bed to the loo... letting go of his insides.
Sirius stood nervously just outside the curtains. They were dark blue, and ominous. The only calming element of this event was the soft lighting and the subtle scent of bergamot. Sirius relaxed slightly. The media spectacle was about to begin and Harry was as calm as Sirius had ever seen him. It was like he had done this before, and who knew he probably had in his vision. The acting Minister was standing off to the side directing another ministry official. She turned and looked at Harry first, then Sirius.
"When I introduce you, Sirius, you will enter to my left. And Harry you to my right. Are you ready Harry?" Minister Bones asked.
Harry nodded, he could not remember how many times he had stood in this very atrium before a media announcement. His last time was probably the best time.
"Harry, all you have to do is smile." Shak was telling him. The man had moved on to the position of Minister just a few weeks ago. They both would be entering a whole new phase in their lives.   "I won't need a speech, right... You know I hate speeches." Harry stated.
"It's just an announcement. Either way, you know they will eat every word you say or spit it out the wrong way as they always do... the less said the better." Shak said as he clapped Harry on the back.
Harry nodded, he knew too well the sting of the media's words.
Shak went first and there was a loud applause as he was introduced as the New Minister of Magic.
Harry stayed behind waiting for his cue.
"And since I have come to this position, I will announce the new Head of the Auror Department. He is well known and respected. He has more successful captures than any other Auror, and solved more cases of complex difficulty. His team is the most requested of all our Auror teams. His most recent exploit was the capture of the 'Elder'. I would like to introduce our new Head Auror, Harry Potter, and the youngest to hold the position in over a century." Shak's voice was loud and clear.
The applause as Harry passed through the thick blue curtains was deafening, the flashes of the photography bulbs were blinding. Harry just slipped his media mask into place, smiled and waved. He quickly turned to Shack and shook his hand, as he took his new position papers in his other hand. He turned to pose for pictures and then exited the podium, before questions could be asked.
When he exited behind the curtains once again, he was ambushed by friends and family, hugging him and congratulating him.
Harry blinked for a moment before coming back to himself. He was listening again to what Minister Bones was saying, and then she started in on her introduction.
"Today we have Harry Potter here to support his Godfather, Sirius Black." She announced.
Harry made his way through the thick blue curtains and appeared to the Minister's right. He nodded and waved. The realization that he had witnessed this very scene before hit him like lead. He had seen this moment when Gaia had stopped time for him to see the choices before him with Fudge. It was surreal to be reliving the event.
"Sirius Black, has been pardoned, based on irrefutable evidence presented to the Wizengamot. The rulings were unanimous." She stated.
Sirius appeared to her left. There was little applause, and the room was quiet waiting for the minister to continue.
"The ministry has a statement, then we will open the floor for a few questions only." She stated.
"Sirius Black had been falsely accused and sentenced. The memories of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black have been thoroughly examined. The Wizengamot found that Peter Pettigrew was the murderer of muggles and the secret keeper for the Potters. He was also a secret follower of the Dark Lord, which led to the demise of the Potters. Other evidence and trial proceedings have been closed to media scrutiny for security purposes, but will be made available once the security issues have been addressed." She stated. "I will now take three questions only."
She pointed to a Rita Skeeter, "Harry, dear... How long have you known about Sirius' innocence?"
Harry stepped forward, "For three years now."
Minister Bones looked out over the hands raised and chose a squatty looking man.
"What security issues are hindering the release of information?" The man asked.
"I am not at liberty to say at this time." Minister Bone's stated.

She paused to look as though assessing her next target, but waited until she saw the man in position that was going to turn this event into something so much more fun... She smile as she pointed to the back of the room. "Yes, Professor Snape... You have a Question?"
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Chapter 36 - Sanguine Fate