Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Torn Heart
Chapter Number/Total: 39/52
Chapter Title: Torn Heart
Words: 2139 Words
Remus looked confused for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether to go to Harry or do something about Draco. Seeing Ron and Sirius follow Harry, he walked up to the blond, whose hand was now lodged into the splintered wall panelling. "Draco," he said, "tell us what is going on."
Draco stared uncomprehendingly at his silver hand for a moment and then tried to pull it out, having to struggle to dislodge it from the wall.
Hermione stayed with Draco as well, but moved to look down from the ledge, looking very worried and frightened.
The hand came free and Draco stumbled back and sank to his knees, head falling forward to rest against the wall. "I forgot about the fucking house-elf," he whispered.
Remus's eyes widened. "Like what happened with Kreacher?" he asked.
"Oh, God," said Hermione with a gasp, covering her mouth again.
Draco's head snapped up and his eyes went wide again in fear. "Merde'!" he yelled, getting to his feet and running down the stairs too. "The Manor!" he shouted back over his shoulder.
Hermione frowned and ran after Draco quickly.
With Remus and Hermione following him, Draco ran past the screaming portrait and into the kitchen. "Remus," he said, "contact the Aurors. The Manor security would also be compromised."
Ron looked up when the other three entered, panting and looking scared.
Harry screamed with rage and despair, sounding like some kind of terrible animal more than a human. He gripped his own hair, unable to stop that dream, unable to take that laugh out of his head, or that face with the scarlet eyes.
"Sirius," Draco snapped, "make sure Harry doesn't go anywhere." Then he turned to the other two. "Everyone get dressed," he said. "It has begun."
Remus moved to the fireplace and placed a Floo call to Shacklebolt, letting him know to send people to the Manor.
"No!" Harry screamed. "No, you're not going to do this to me! You can't leave me here!"
Sirius's hold on Harry tightened as Ron moved away, his face pale.
"Get dressed - quickly," Draco barked at Ron and Hermione.
Ron turned from Harry and grabbed Hermione's hand, dragging her out of the room with him.
Remus looked over his shoulder at Draco, eyes wide at the young man's sudden commanding tone. "Do I call the Manor?" he asked.
"No," Draco said. "We are too late to warn them. They need help as soon as we can get it to them. Get dressed. You will need to stay with Harry." He turned to Harry's godfather then. "Sirius, when Remus returns, you need to get your mirror and anything you need for the mission."
Remus left the room and Draco stepped forward, going to his knees beside his husband. "Don't make us put you in a Body-Bind, love," he said calmly.
Harry gripped Draco's robe with his hands, shaking. "He took our baby," he gasped. "He took our baby."
"Yes, he did," Draco said, grey eyes full of pain as he looked into his husband's face. "And I am going to get him back," he said.
Harry gripped Draco's robe tighter, closing his eyes as if in serious pain. He felt like he'd never known rage until now.
When Hermione and Ron came running back down, Draco looked up at them. "Hermione, get my potions bag," he said. "It's on top of my dresser in the room."
She nodded and simply Disapparated, reappearing a moment later.
Draco looked down at himself, realising he was still in a dressing gown. "Some clothes might help, too," he said quietly, sighing at the way Harry still gripped the robe.
Harry gripped tighter before he let go, putting his head between his knees and still shaking.
Sirius seemed unsure about whether he should touch Harry or not.
"Look at me," Draco said firmly to his husband.
Harry took a shuddering breath, looking up at Draco with tears streaming from his eyes and down his face.
"I will find our son and protect him," Draco said firmly. "The rest of the plan is the same, only a couple days early. I estimate it has been about six hours since we last ... so, that gives me eighteen until you need to find me."
Harry gritted his teeth and then nodded, feeling like there was actual pain ripping through his body. He didn't want Draco to go without him, but he knew this was probably the only chance they would have of saving their baby.
"Your job, Harry," Draco said firmly, "is to kill the madman and stay alive. Do you hear me?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, unable to believe this, wondering if he was going to wake up from some terrible nightmare to see his child lying in his cot where he was supposed to be.
Ron and Hermione stood by, tears running down Hermione's cheeks.
Remus had returned, dressed, and crouched down next to Harry and Draco. "I will be with him," he told Draco. "You and Sirius be careful and come back to us."
Draco nodded, leaning forward to gently kiss his husband.
Harry closed his eyes, barely moving his lips, but kissing Draco back.
Sirius got quickly to his feet, Disapparating from the room.
Draco pulled back and looked up at Hermione and Ron. "So, from what I can tell, the spy was Fossey and probably at least one other house-elf. That means the Manor is in trouble and the prisoners may already be released. Get everyone you can out and regroup at Hogwarts." Then he smiled softly. "I expect you to stick to our plan. France is waiting for us," he said quietly.
Ron looked nervous with the news that the Manor was possibly in danger, the Manor where most of his family was staying. He nodded and moved with Hermione to the fireplace. "We'll see you, Harry," he said, voice firm and shaking only slightly in the end. He threw the powder in. "Malfoy Manor!" And he was gone.
"Harry, I love you. He'll be okay," Hermione said, stepping into the fireplace now. "Malfoy Manor!" And she was gone too.
Their reassurances sounded like feeble attempts to simply keep Harry where he was and he clenched his fists to keep from screaming with rage again.
"We need to get dressed now, Harry," Draco told him. Then he looked up at the other two men. "Remus, keep up communications from here until we leave but then the four of us will be going to Hogsmeade."
Remus nodded, and Draco Apparated Harry and himself to their room.
Harry surprised himself by moving quickly, choosing random clothes and throwing them on as soon as he got the dressing gown off.
"Harry." Draco paused while dressing himself. "We might need the extra time."
"What?" Harry asked, doing up the buttons wrongly on the first shirt he had pulled out. Frustrated, he simply ripped that shirt off and pulled out a different one.
"I have less than eighteen hours," Draco said. "You could make it a full day."
The last thing Harry felt like doing was having sex. He was not thinking about sex of any kind, but Draco was right. Six hours could easily be the difference between living or dying. Harry shivered. "Quickly," he said, dropping his trousers.
Draco bent over the side of the bed, his robes hiked up around his waist.
Harry willed an erection, something he'd never had to do with Draco fully able to move, speak, and breathe. He slid slick fingers inside him, waiting for Draco to tell him when he was ready.
"Do it," Draco said, gripping the covers and willing his body to relax. It was difficult to do when he wasn't aroused.
Harry took a deep breath, lubed his erection, and pressed slowly into Draco, giving him a moment to adjust before setting a steady pace, holding Draco's hips.
Draco closed his eyes and tried not to think of anything but the cock inside him, spreading his legs to make it easier. "Fuck me, love," he said.
Harry's breathing was ragged as he thrust into his husband. He could get aroused even when Draco was cold, but he couldn't now, not even with Draco's words. He could only think of Valen. It wouldn't leave. The sight of his cot was not helping.
"Fuck me, Potter," Draco snapped. "I need it!"
Harry closed his eyes, thrusting harder into Draco. He knew he would come eventually, no matter how he was feeling.
Draco was angry and scared. "Fuck me, Harry," he said to encourage him. "I am yours, always yours. I need your strength."
"I know," Harry whispered, trying to find at least the anger inside him to give some sort of emotion. He felt like showing any right then might make him fall apart again.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry. "Stop," he said abruptly.
Harry opened his eyes again, confused. He stopped moving, panting slightly and still gripping Draco's hips.
"Sit in the chair," Draco said, pointing to the armchair in the room. He could remember bending Harry over that chair and fucking him.
Harry looked over at the chair before pulling out of Draco gently and sitting in it. He had a feeling he knew what Draco was going to do, but he wasn't sure why he wanted to do it this way.
Draco straddled his lover's lap, positioning himself so he could take him inside. He looked him in the eye as he sank down on his cock.
Harry's eyelids fluttered and he flushed slightly. This was much better. He felt more comforted this way, less mechanical. He could see Draco's face.
Draco's gaze was intense, looking into his lover's emerald eyes as he began to fuck himself on his cock. "Yes, love," he gasped, "inside me, filling me."
Harry let out a gasping breath, pressing a hand to Draco's back and clutching the robe material.
"Yes, that's it," Draco said. "I live for fucking you. You are my life, Harry." He gasped and rocked harder, his own body responding quickly now.
Harry began crying, but it wasn't the despairing cries of earlier. It was a release of tension and he needed to do it. He thrust up into Draco, tears streaming again as he gasped and panted.
"Yes, oh, Gods, yes," Draco said, hands grasping Harry's shoulders as he rode him.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco and held him as he thrust, unable to speak through the large lump in his throat.
Draco could feel Harry's magic rising, its power fuelled by anger and grief. He had been holding it back, but now Draco knew it was going to be an intense release.
Harry could feel his orgasm approaching too and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself. He let out a scream, both of pleasure and pain - not physical pain, no, it was much worse than that. He filled Draco with his seed, clutching him tighter than ever.
Draco rocked with him, feeling filled with Harry's seed, power, and pain. "Yes, Harry," he gasped, his body convulsing around his lover's.
Harry sat gasping for breath and holding Draco and feeling like the entire world rested on his shoulders, which, he supposed, it did. "I love you," he managed.
Draco rested his forehead against his husband’s for a moment, shuddering. "I love you," he answered, "always."
"Always," Harry repeated. "Find him, Draco. You have to find him."
Draco felt the compulsion hit and chuckled, pulling back to look into his lover's eyes. "I will," he assured him. "I will find him and keep him safe until you have killed that monster."
Harry nodded quickly, feeling calmer than he had before and glad that they had done this. He didn't know how he would be feeling without it.
Draco pulled his body up, feeling his lover's cock slide out of him. He climbed off him and began dressing. He did not cast a Cleaning Charm. He wanted his lover's seed on and inside him.
Harry stood and began dressing again as well, retrieving his discarded clothes. He reached into his top drawer and pulled out Slytherin's locket, which he'd hidden in a pair of socks. He put it on and tucked it in his shirt with the necklace from Draco.
Draco smiled at that and turned to face his husband, holding out his right hand.
Harry took Draco's hand and kissed it before walking out the door with him, back down both staircases and into the kitchen.
Remus and Sirius were in each other's arms. Draco realised with a start that, as far as he knew, they never held each other outside their room. They stepped apart then, but still held hands.
"Ready?" Draco asked, and everyone nodded. "To Hogsmeade," the blond said, and Apparated himself and Harry.
Chapter Title: Torn Heart
Words: 2139 Words
Remus looked confused for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether to go to Harry or do something about Draco. Seeing Ron and Sirius follow Harry, he walked up to the blond, whose hand was now lodged into the splintered wall panelling. "Draco," he said, "tell us what is going on."
Draco stared uncomprehendingly at his silver hand for a moment and then tried to pull it out, having to struggle to dislodge it from the wall.
Hermione stayed with Draco as well, but moved to look down from the ledge, looking very worried and frightened.
The hand came free and Draco stumbled back and sank to his knees, head falling forward to rest against the wall. "I forgot about the fucking house-elf," he whispered.
Remus's eyes widened. "Like what happened with Kreacher?" he asked.
"Oh, God," said Hermione with a gasp, covering her mouth again.
Draco's head snapped up and his eyes went wide again in fear. "Merde'!" he yelled, getting to his feet and running down the stairs too. "The Manor!" he shouted back over his shoulder.
Hermione frowned and ran after Draco quickly.
With Remus and Hermione following him, Draco ran past the screaming portrait and into the kitchen. "Remus," he said, "contact the Aurors. The Manor security would also be compromised."
Ron looked up when the other three entered, panting and looking scared.
Harry screamed with rage and despair, sounding like some kind of terrible animal more than a human. He gripped his own hair, unable to stop that dream, unable to take that laugh out of his head, or that face with the scarlet eyes.
"Sirius," Draco snapped, "make sure Harry doesn't go anywhere." Then he turned to the other two. "Everyone get dressed," he said. "It has begun."
Remus moved to the fireplace and placed a Floo call to Shacklebolt, letting him know to send people to the Manor.
"No!" Harry screamed. "No, you're not going to do this to me! You can't leave me here!"
Sirius's hold on Harry tightened as Ron moved away, his face pale.
"Get dressed - quickly," Draco barked at Ron and Hermione.
Ron turned from Harry and grabbed Hermione's hand, dragging her out of the room with him.
Remus looked over his shoulder at Draco, eyes wide at the young man's sudden commanding tone. "Do I call the Manor?" he asked.
"No," Draco said. "We are too late to warn them. They need help as soon as we can get it to them. Get dressed. You will need to stay with Harry." He turned to Harry's godfather then. "Sirius, when Remus returns, you need to get your mirror and anything you need for the mission."
Remus left the room and Draco stepped forward, going to his knees beside his husband. "Don't make us put you in a Body-Bind, love," he said calmly.
Harry gripped Draco's robe with his hands, shaking. "He took our baby," he gasped. "He took our baby."
"Yes, he did," Draco said, grey eyes full of pain as he looked into his husband's face. "And I am going to get him back," he said.
Harry gripped Draco's robe tighter, closing his eyes as if in serious pain. He felt like he'd never known rage until now.
When Hermione and Ron came running back down, Draco looked up at them. "Hermione, get my potions bag," he said. "It's on top of my dresser in the room."
She nodded and simply Disapparated, reappearing a moment later.
Draco looked down at himself, realising he was still in a dressing gown. "Some clothes might help, too," he said quietly, sighing at the way Harry still gripped the robe.
Harry gripped tighter before he let go, putting his head between his knees and still shaking.
Sirius seemed unsure about whether he should touch Harry or not.
"Look at me," Draco said firmly to his husband.
Harry took a shuddering breath, looking up at Draco with tears streaming from his eyes and down his face.
"I will find our son and protect him," Draco said firmly. "The rest of the plan is the same, only a couple days early. I estimate it has been about six hours since we last ... so, that gives me eighteen until you need to find me."
Harry gritted his teeth and then nodded, feeling like there was actual pain ripping through his body. He didn't want Draco to go without him, but he knew this was probably the only chance they would have of saving their baby.
"Your job, Harry," Draco said firmly, "is to kill the madman and stay alive. Do you hear me?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, unable to believe this, wondering if he was going to wake up from some terrible nightmare to see his child lying in his cot where he was supposed to be.
Ron and Hermione stood by, tears running down Hermione's cheeks.
Remus had returned, dressed, and crouched down next to Harry and Draco. "I will be with him," he told Draco. "You and Sirius be careful and come back to us."
Draco nodded, leaning forward to gently kiss his husband.
Harry closed his eyes, barely moving his lips, but kissing Draco back.
Sirius got quickly to his feet, Disapparating from the room.
Draco pulled back and looked up at Hermione and Ron. "So, from what I can tell, the spy was Fossey and probably at least one other house-elf. That means the Manor is in trouble and the prisoners may already be released. Get everyone you can out and regroup at Hogwarts." Then he smiled softly. "I expect you to stick to our plan. France is waiting for us," he said quietly.
Ron looked nervous with the news that the Manor was possibly in danger, the Manor where most of his family was staying. He nodded and moved with Hermione to the fireplace. "We'll see you, Harry," he said, voice firm and shaking only slightly in the end. He threw the powder in. "Malfoy Manor!" And he was gone.
"Harry, I love you. He'll be okay," Hermione said, stepping into the fireplace now. "Malfoy Manor!" And she was gone too.
Their reassurances sounded like feeble attempts to simply keep Harry where he was and he clenched his fists to keep from screaming with rage again.
"We need to get dressed now, Harry," Draco told him. Then he looked up at the other two men. "Remus, keep up communications from here until we leave but then the four of us will be going to Hogsmeade."
Remus nodded, and Draco Apparated Harry and himself to their room.
Harry surprised himself by moving quickly, choosing random clothes and throwing them on as soon as he got the dressing gown off.
"Harry." Draco paused while dressing himself. "We might need the extra time."
"What?" Harry asked, doing up the buttons wrongly on the first shirt he had pulled out. Frustrated, he simply ripped that shirt off and pulled out a different one.
"I have less than eighteen hours," Draco said. "You could make it a full day."
The last thing Harry felt like doing was having sex. He was not thinking about sex of any kind, but Draco was right. Six hours could easily be the difference between living or dying. Harry shivered. "Quickly," he said, dropping his trousers.
Draco bent over the side of the bed, his robes hiked up around his waist.
Harry willed an erection, something he'd never had to do with Draco fully able to move, speak, and breathe. He slid slick fingers inside him, waiting for Draco to tell him when he was ready.
"Do it," Draco said, gripping the covers and willing his body to relax. It was difficult to do when he wasn't aroused.
Harry took a deep breath, lubed his erection, and pressed slowly into Draco, giving him a moment to adjust before setting a steady pace, holding Draco's hips.
Draco closed his eyes and tried not to think of anything but the cock inside him, spreading his legs to make it easier. "Fuck me, love," he said.
Harry's breathing was ragged as he thrust into his husband. He could get aroused even when Draco was cold, but he couldn't now, not even with Draco's words. He could only think of Valen. It wouldn't leave. The sight of his cot was not helping.
"Fuck me, Potter," Draco snapped. "I need it!"
Harry closed his eyes, thrusting harder into Draco. He knew he would come eventually, no matter how he was feeling.
Draco was angry and scared. "Fuck me, Harry," he said to encourage him. "I am yours, always yours. I need your strength."
"I know," Harry whispered, trying to find at least the anger inside him to give some sort of emotion. He felt like showing any right then might make him fall apart again.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry. "Stop," he said abruptly.
Harry opened his eyes again, confused. He stopped moving, panting slightly and still gripping Draco's hips.
"Sit in the chair," Draco said, pointing to the armchair in the room. He could remember bending Harry over that chair and fucking him.
Harry looked over at the chair before pulling out of Draco gently and sitting in it. He had a feeling he knew what Draco was going to do, but he wasn't sure why he wanted to do it this way.
Draco straddled his lover's lap, positioning himself so he could take him inside. He looked him in the eye as he sank down on his cock.
Harry's eyelids fluttered and he flushed slightly. This was much better. He felt more comforted this way, less mechanical. He could see Draco's face.
Draco's gaze was intense, looking into his lover's emerald eyes as he began to fuck himself on his cock. "Yes, love," he gasped, "inside me, filling me."
Harry let out a gasping breath, pressing a hand to Draco's back and clutching the robe material.
"Yes, that's it," Draco said. "I live for fucking you. You are my life, Harry." He gasped and rocked harder, his own body responding quickly now.
Harry began crying, but it wasn't the despairing cries of earlier. It was a release of tension and he needed to do it. He thrust up into Draco, tears streaming again as he gasped and panted.
"Yes, oh, Gods, yes," Draco said, hands grasping Harry's shoulders as he rode him.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco and held him as he thrust, unable to speak through the large lump in his throat.
Draco could feel Harry's magic rising, its power fuelled by anger and grief. He had been holding it back, but now Draco knew it was going to be an intense release.
Harry could feel his orgasm approaching too and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself. He let out a scream, both of pleasure and pain - not physical pain, no, it was much worse than that. He filled Draco with his seed, clutching him tighter than ever.
Draco rocked with him, feeling filled with Harry's seed, power, and pain. "Yes, Harry," he gasped, his body convulsing around his lover's.
Harry sat gasping for breath and holding Draco and feeling like the entire world rested on his shoulders, which, he supposed, it did. "I love you," he managed.
Draco rested his forehead against his husband’s for a moment, shuddering. "I love you," he answered, "always."
"Always," Harry repeated. "Find him, Draco. You have to find him."
Draco felt the compulsion hit and chuckled, pulling back to look into his lover's eyes. "I will," he assured him. "I will find him and keep him safe until you have killed that monster."
Harry nodded quickly, feeling calmer than he had before and glad that they had done this. He didn't know how he would be feeling without it.
Draco pulled his body up, feeling his lover's cock slide out of him. He climbed off him and began dressing. He did not cast a Cleaning Charm. He wanted his lover's seed on and inside him.
Harry stood and began dressing again as well, retrieving his discarded clothes. He reached into his top drawer and pulled out Slytherin's locket, which he'd hidden in a pair of socks. He put it on and tucked it in his shirt with the necklace from Draco.
Draco smiled at that and turned to face his husband, holding out his right hand.
Harry took Draco's hand and kissed it before walking out the door with him, back down both staircases and into the kitchen.
Remus and Sirius were in each other's arms. Draco realised with a start that, as far as he knew, they never held each other outside their room. They stepped apart then, but still held hands.
"Ready?" Draco asked, and everyone nodded. "To Hogsmeade," the blond said, and Apparated himself and Harry.