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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Aftermath
“My son,” Narcissa moaned. “No. Not my son.” Collapsing against Lucius's chest, her hands almost tore his robes, she clutched him so hard. Her slender shoulders trembled with every sob. Her head bowed, the back of her neck looked vulnerable, her posture defeated.
Lucius sat numb. He felt far away... from his wife... from the room. Against his will he pictured his small son bent over, naked... Pictured someone shoving something into his body hard enough to make him bleed... to make him scream. The weird numbness shattered, and he jumped to his feet, tearing away from Narcissa. Sobbing, she fell back against the couch, looking up at him with a wrecked expression.
With a furious roar, Lucius felt his magic explode from his skin. The furnishings in front of him slammed against the wall, bent and cracked. The wallpaper scorched and curled, smoke filling the air. Roaring, fire burst into life. Lucius clenched his fists and poured all his rage out.
Soft, trembling hands grabbed his arm and shook him. He turned to see Narcissa staring up at him with a rage just as terrible as his own. “Stop it! Lucius! Stop!”
Bearing down on the crack in his soul, he folded, and tucked, and hid away the mind-shattering grief and rage. Slowly he pulled his magic back into his core. It took everything he had, and he fell to his knees, feeling sick. His hair fell from it's tie, falling over his shoulders and curtaining his face. Narcissa sank to the floor next to him, her lavender skirt pooling around her. Running her fingers through his long hair, she pulled his head to her shoulder.
“I'll kill them,” he vowed, voice terrible to hear.
“Lucius.” The tone in her voice was strange, and he looked up curiously. She stared back at him, her blue eyes cold and unbending as steel even as tears continued to streak her face. “Lucius. We can't focus on revenge.”
Snarling, he pulled away from her, but she held on, her nails drawing blood along his forearms even through his sleeves.
“No. Listen to me,” she hissed. “We can't focus on revenge. We have to focus on healing our son. We must focus on the future.”
Lucius sat there, almost panting. He wanted to scream and shove her away. Years of fear, rage, and loss boiled through his soul that would Not Be DENIED
“Lucius, we've already lost him. If we stay focused on the past, Draco will leave us behind,” she snapped, desperate. “He's facing forward. Our son is moving forward. We must move with him!”
While he sat there, frozen, Narcissa rose to her feet and looked coldly down at him. “Very well. I'm going to go find my son. I hope you can come to your senses and see that your son needs you now, not focused on the past where you can change nothing.”
Lucius glared as she swept from the room, leaving him on the floor amid wreckage and still smoldering walls. Staggering to his feet, he lifted his wand. “Confringo!” he snarled. A cracked and bent chair exploded with a deafening bang. Thrilling at the destruction, he set himself to destroy everything in the room.
“Confringo!” A couch exploded. “Confringo!” The mantle of the fireplace erupted with flames, which caught on the debris in the room, spreading fast. Lucius grinned viciously. “Confringo!” Just when he was about to be overwhelmed, his face drawing taut from the heat, lungs spasming, he whipped his wand forward and snarled, “Extinguo! Ventus!”
Immediately, the fire winked out and a breeze of cold, pure air blew the smoke from the room. He stood, breathing hard. The room was black and empty, the ground covered in scattered ash. The smell was terrible. Soot stained his clothes, his hair was a snarled mess, and sweat dripped down the side of his face and off his chin.
Pushing his hair out of his face, he tied it back and called, “Lottie.”
“Y-yes, M-master?” it squeaked, appearing.
“Clean this up,” he ordered, voice icy.
“Y-yes, M-master!”
Lucius turned and left the room, twisting the wards with a thought to close it to others until he had it restored.
…
Narcissa was still mentally and emotionally reeling, but when she crested the hill and saw the boys sleeping so peacefully in the shade of an oak tree on the edge of the forest, everything melted away to be replaced by a love so fierce it almost took her breath away.
“Lottie,” she called in a bare whisper. The little elf appeared instantly, and Narcissa spoke quickly before it could wake the children. “My camera. Quietly.”
The elf obeyed and Narcissa took a few photographs, handing the camera back to Lottie when she was finished. “My book, Lottie.”
“Yes, Master.” Lottie disappeared, taking the camera with her. She returned again with a thin book of poetry.
Narcissa settled on the grass to wait for the boys to wake. Her back straight, her skirt folded around her, she opened the book in her lap. The words were a blur to her. Her eyes turned to the small, vulnerable form of her son asleep in the grass.
Deliberately, she reached up and began to unbind her hair. It was a gesture of trust and intimacy. Only those closest to her would be allowed to see her with her hair unbound. It spilled free in a thick golden curtain that pooled around her hips as she tilted her head back to feel the warm summer sun on her skin.
The grass rustled in the wind, whispering, and the sky soared blue above her head. True calm descended over her heart as she kept herself in that moment, allowing no other thoughts or feelings. Just sun, wind, and the soft breathing of the children nearby, safe and under her protection.
Nearly an hour later, Draco woke. He noticed her a second after sitting up, and his expression became guarded. Harry, sleepily rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses, sat up next to him.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, voice neutral, trying not to treat them differently now that she knew. “You missed lunch, but I'm sure Lottie has something for us to snack on.”
Draco shrugged. “Sure.” He eyed her suspiciously. She looked different with her long hair falling free, strands floating on a passing breeze. He could feel Harry's – awe – and had to admit the woman was remarkably beautiful, but he didn't trust the timing of this little display. What did she want from them?
Lottie brought them sandwiches and milk, and they ate without talking. Once they finished, Narcissa stood and brushed off her skirt. Her long hair shimmered gold, and she had to hold it off her face with a hand as a strong gust blew it sideways. “Are you ready to continue your lessons?”
Harry smiled up at her. “Yes, Lady Narcissa,” he answered, taking Draco's hand.
“Mother,” Narcissa corrected softly, meeting Harry's eyes with a gentle expression. “I'd like you to call me mother. Or, if you cannot, just Narcissa will do.”
Harry immediately turned to look at Draco, eyes wide – uncertainty surprise – loudly clanging through the bond.
Draco tilted his head, calculating. She waited, patient and undemanding. Finally, he asked Harry, * Do you want to call her mother? *
Harry's eyes went impossibly wider – confusion fear.
Draco wasn't sure why Harry was afraid, but he had the answer he needed. Turning to face her, he lifted his chin and said, “Yeah. We're ready, Narcissa.”
She accepted his choice with a bow of her head and turned to lead them back to the house.
Draco and Harry trailed behind her. Draco made sure there was enough space between them that she couldn't hear their whispers. He looked at Harry curiously. “Why were ya scared?”
Harry bit his lip, and Draco could feel the effort Harry used to put his feelings into words. “I... I wanna be yours...”
Draco considered that for a minute before pulling Harry in toward his side. “You are mine. It don't matter if you got a mom, a dad... You could have a hundred people and you'll still be mine first and last.”
Harry blinked up at him, – happy – a beautiful smile lighting up his face.
Draco quickly kissed those sweet lips, feeling a fierce love for the boy who adored him so.
…
The next morning Dobby woke them half-an-hour earlier than normal. Squeaking with excitement, the elf told them to dress quickly and come to the sunroom. Besides the nap they had yesterday under the tree, they hadn't slept well since coming to the manor, so Draco was extremely annoyed to be up at five.
“What's goin' on?” he growled, pulling on a t-shirt.
“Master brought someone to be making yous clothes, sir!” Dobby cried. His ears flapped as he literally hopped from one foot to the other.
Draco groaned but obediently made his way to the sunroom with Harry.
During the day, the room deserved it's name. Right now, the huge windows and sunroof were black with night, dozens of stars twinkling above them, with not a hint of dawn in the sky. The two child-sized work desks had been pushed to the side, as well as the chalkboard, the tables with miscellaneous things for their lessons, and Narcissa's padded rocking chair.
Narcissa saw them in the doorway and gestured them further into the room. Looking at her, you'd never know it was painfully early. Her blue eyes were bright and her expression was animated. She wore a pristine white dress with her hair up in her usual braided bun.
“Thank you again for coming so early. I know you have your shop to open,” she said to the plump older woman standing with her in the room.
Draco eyed the woman. She was fat with grey hair done in a messy braid. Several frizzy fly-aways fell around her face. Her wizard's robes were mauve with interesting folds and flares, and her lips were painted a dark pink. Something was moving inside the large black bag she clutched in her hands. It jerked and shook every few moments, and Draco kept his eyes on it warily.
“They are whom you will be measuring,” Narcissa continued. She gestured for the boys to come even closer. “This is Madam Malkin. She is a seamstress. Please strip to your smalls and step on the stools; she will be taking your sizes. She also brought a catalogue for you to pick out a few styles that you'd prefer. ”
“My word!” Malkin stared at Draco in wonder. “The rumors are true then.” She looked to Narcissa with an enormous smile. “I'm so happy for you, Lady Malfoy.”
“Thank you, Madam.” Narcissa lowered her head in a graceful nod and asked with an arched eyebrow, “I trust you will keep it our little secret?”
“Of course! Of course!” Malkin turned back to them. “Hello, boys! Don't be shy. I'm not the least bit scary,” she said with a laugh, her round cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling happily.
Through long white bangs, he looked back and forth between the two women suspiciously. Draco hesitated a moment longer but asked, “What do'ya mean by smalls?”
“Your shirt and underwear,” Narcissa clarified.
“We don't wear underwear,” Draco informed her, eyes narrowed in challenge.
Narcissa went pink in the cheeks, but Malkin looked like she was trying not to laugh.
Clearing her throat, the older woman said kindly, “Just take off your shoes and socks. I know how to work around jeans and t-shirts. Get more Muggleborns and Halfbloods every year.”
Draco kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, knowing Harry was mirroring him. They stepped up on the stools, and Malkin dropped her bag, flipping it open. Immediately yellow tape measures flew out and dashed round the room. Draco jumped, startled, and glared dangerously at the flying objects.
“Don't mind them, dears,” Malkin said with a warm smile. “They hate to be locked up.” She pulled her wand and waved it in the air. “Come now. We got work to do!”
Draco watched curiously as the tape measure zipped over. It took his head and neck size, wingspan, and a whole bunch of other measurements until his whole body had been mapped out. “Why do ya need ta know the length of my tongue?” he asked, twisting to watch as the tape flew to measure the length between his heel and his knee.
Malkin laughed and patted his shoulder. “You never know, dear. Better safe than sorry. Art is a bit mad, don't you think?”
“She's the best in London,” Narcissa added to reassure him, as if he cared about that. If he had a choice, he'd stick with his own clothes.
- FEAR -
Draco whipped his head around to see Harry clutching his collar, preventing the tape measure from undoing the buckle. Furious, Draco lashed his hand forward and caught the thrashing end of the tape, yanking it away from Harry. It flailed about his head, and Draco flung it to the floor and jumped on it, pinning it mostly flat.
Malkin made a startled noise. “By Merlin!”
Glaring through his bangs, he met her wide-eyed stare. “Harry's collar stays on.”
“Oh dear! Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't even see it.” Malkin flicked her wand and the tape measure went still under his bare feet.
Draco released it, and it slithered quickly back into the woman's bag.
Narcissa's expression looked perfectly blank, as if she'd been turned to stone.
Red-cheeked, this time from embarrassment, Malkin said carefully, “But I do need the measurement of his throat without the necklace. It's too thick to get an accurate measure.”
“Take it with the necklace on,” Draco ordered, purposefully choosing to use her word for it. If they thought it was simple Muggle jewelry, then all the better. “Harry never takes it off. It's important to him, so his clothes will have to fit over it.”
Harry was still clutching the collar in both hands, his eyes wide.
Narcissa finally snapped out of it, saying, “I'm sure that won't be a problem.” She gave the older witch a firm look. “Will it, Madam?”
“No. No, it's fine.” Malkin quickly set about getting the last of their measurements and packed up her bag.
Draco grabbed Harry's hand. He was ready to have this done and over.
Harry stepped down, one hand still protectively at his throat, but he managed a wobbly smile and a sweet, “Thank you, Madam Malkin.”
Malkin smiled down at him, but then froze. Harry's bangs had slipped aside as he tiled his head back to meet her eyes. “My word... That's not... It can't be... Is it?” she spluttered. She looked over at Narcissa, worried.
Draco pulled Harry from the room. He'd let Narcissa deal with it.
Taking Harry down the hall and into the nearby library, Draco shut the door and pressed the smaller boy up against it. Harry stared at him, green eyes deep and mesmerizing. Pushing the boy's hand aside, he covered the collar with his own, putting enough pressure that the boy would feel it. Harry moaned, opening his mouth to Draco's kiss.
Draco licked and sucked hungrily into Harry's mouth, their small lips sliding against each other, quickly becoming wet and swollen. Tongues brushing and twirling together, Draco applied more pressure to the boy's throat until Harry was wheezing through his soft moans.
- pleasure submission love -
Just when Harry's knees went weak, vision going dark from lack of oxygen, Draco let him go. Lips swollen and red, Harry sank to the floor, his back sliding along the door with a soft hissing sound. He stared up at Draco, dazed.
Draco crouched before him and ran his hand through the boy's messy hair. He nipped at Harry's lips and gently stroked the collar. * Mine. *
“Yours,” Harry echoed, breathless. A gorgeous – love joy peace – unfurled in both of their chests.
Draco gave him a sweet smile, the smile that only Harry saw, and stood. Reaching down his hand, he said, “Come on. We gotta wash our faces before breakfast.”
Harry took his hand, feeling wanted, claimed, and safe.
…
Narcissa stood silent as Lucius unbuttoned her dress. Usually she would cast a simple spell to help her undress, but her magic was still recovering and it was best if she used it as little as possible. They were in their bedroom, a few candles casting the only light in the room. It was late, the boys tucked into bed.
Her dress slipped down her body and she stepped free, wearing only a sheer underskirt and panties. Undoing the clasp of the skirt, Lucius silently took it from her. Narcissa turned from him, slipped from her underwear, and pulled on the soft gown she slept in. Still mute, she pulled the covers down and sat, hands working to undo her hair.
Lucius wandered around the room, undressing and preparing for bed. Narcissa watched him, wondering how he would react to her news. A few minutes later, he slipped between the covers in only a pair of light sleep pants. He sat with his back to the headboard and turned to face her. Narcissa, her hair unbound and falling down her back and around her shoulders, took his hand in hers. She hesitated.
“Tell me,” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Narcissa looked down at their linked fingers, away from those intense grey eyes. “There was an incident today.” She took a slow breath before confessing, “During the fitting, it was discovered Harry wears a collar.”
Lucius sucked in a breath, his fingers tightening around hers.
“He was very protective of it... Became quite distressed when Malkin's spell almost removed it,” she continued. “Draco reacted quite strongly... He made it clear the collar was to stay on.” She looked up to see that her husband's face had gone blank. “And the bites, Lucius. The way Draco protects him so fiercely... You know what this means.”
“Dominus et delicatus.” Lucius threw the covers off and strode to the window. He braced one hand against the frame, his back to her.
Narcissa sat, troubled. The Dominus et delicatus relationship was an old practice that dated all the way back to the second century BC during the Roman era. Those who were called to such a life were revered and respected. For some reason that type of bond heightened the magical power in both, and they were usually very exceptional individuals.
The strongest heroes and kings were all Dominus. For example, those powerful wizards who were turned into gods by legend - Zeus, Poseidon, Apollo, Orpheus, Achilles, Hercules, Dionysus, Hermes, and Pan – all had one or more deliciae whose names have been lost to history.
Then there were the rulers: Emperor Nero with two deliciae - Pythagoras, a genius mathematician, and Sporus, a nearly inhuman beauty. Emperor Julius Ceaser with his deliciae King Nicomedes the IV, who gave his country Bithynia to Ceaser, and Mark Anthony, a gifted soldier. Other Dominus included Emperor Elagabalus and Conquerer Alexander.
Even King Arthur and his two deliciae, Merlin and Lancelot, both of whom worked tirelessly and sacrificed for Arthur's glory. Christian historians had done their best to remove that aspect of Arthur's relationship with the other men from memory, often trying to portray Merlin as elderly to a boy Arthur when the truth was Merlin was Arthur's peer.
By the time the separation of Muggle and magical happened, it was almost too late. Christian culture had deemed the Dominus et delicatus bond as evil. The magical community had grown so small, it became imperative for magical kind to reproduce, so the social stigma of the Dominus bond as well as homosexual relationships remained.
Narcissa knew there were homosexual wizards still today, but they kept those relationships secret. Of course any man who never wed was suspect, including Dumbledore. The Domius et delicatus bond would be even harder to hide, but if there were any Dominus et delicatus couples, she had no idea.
“I confess I am relieved Draco is the Dominus and not the delicatus,” Lucius's voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Considering his past.”
Narcissa frowned at the back of his head. “The delicatus was not seen as weak or lacking, Lucius, but was the source of much inspiration and support. The Dominus revered their delicatus and would not tolerate disrespect toward them.”
Lucius turned to face her, his eyes fierce. “Those stories are ancient and irrelevant. We have no way of knowing how much of that is even true. What we do know is that two men together, especially the one who is penetrated, is no better than a slave, and I, for one, am glad it will not be our son who will be servile and pliant under a domineering man!”
Cold, Narcissa felt cold and numb, shock spreading through her at Lucius's vicious words.
“And don't forget the laws in your precious histories. The delicatus is to be seen as a child under the guardianship of their Dominus for the entirety of their lives. They can't own property, vote, or marry; they can't father children. All of that falls under the power of the Dominus. Would you really want that for our son?”
“It wasn't that one sided, Lucius,” she protested. “Dominus are fully responsible for any consequences regarding the actions of their delicatus. Including crimes committed. A delicatus can never be jailed or punished by any authority other than their Dominus, forever under their protection. The delicatus also does not have to pay for things or get jobs, their every need provided for by their Dominus. Furthermore, neither can be punished for any action they take to protect each other or their bond.”
“If the old laws are respected,” Lucius snarled. He stormed over and grabbed her painfully by the shoulders. “Which as you know, the Light and Muggle influences make very doubtful, Narcissa. Today, they will be merely seen as depraved!”
Narcissa glared up at him, her numbness shattering. “A Dominus paired with a delicatus is powerful, Lucius. Powerful enough to change the world. If Draco is a true Dominus and not just acting out what he learned as a sex slave,” she hissed, furious that Lucius would even think the word depraved in reference to their son, “then reviving ancient laws will be the mere beginning of what Draco will accomplish!”
Lucius sneered in disgust and stalked back to the window. “Draco is only seven. Society won't give him time to become the powerful wizard you foresee. Not when they learn he has collared precious Harry Potter, last of the Potter line, and Hero of the Wizarding World. They will turn on him and destroy him.”
Narcissa felt her rage subside as she watched Lucius brace his hands against the window frame and press his forehead to the glass. Standing, she went to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad back. “Then we will have to protect him until then.”
“Perhaps they will grow out of it,” Lucius muttered dully.
“Perhaps,” Narcissa allowed.
Chapter end.
A/N: I agonized over the last section. A lot of information. I hope it didn't seem random.
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