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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29139 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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“You are a foolisssh mortal,” Nagini hissed as she watched Harry writhe in pain, “Why mussst you anger Massster? Why do you not join him?”
“I will never join him,” Harry said weakly as he sat up, “You massster iss evil and he hasss killed many people. He will sssoon get what he desservesss. I will ssstop him.”
“You cannot, and you are foolisssh to try,” Nagini argued, “You will sssee; Massster isss great. You will ressst. You ssshould not have angered him like you did. I will return with food.” Nagini did not wait for a reply, but slithered to the door and then through it; Voldemort had spelled the door so that Nagini could go in and out as she pleased.
“Voldemort is not great,” Harry muttered, crawling across the floor to the bed; he painstakingly pulled himself up and then collapsed on the soft mattress, “Voldemort is insane.” He bit his lip against grying out as his muscles contracted in pain; this time Voldemort had held him under the cruciatus curse for ten minutes…then he did it another three times.
Harry had been Voldemort’s prisoner for a week now, and Voldemort and Nagini were the only ones who ever visited him. Voldemort would spend a few hours with Harry everyday, alternating between promising him power in return for loyalty and cursing him. He used the cruciatus most often, but occaisionally he would use a cutting hex, or a bone crushing hex. With anything other than a crucio Voldemort eventually allowed him healing potions-he still hoped to make Harry join him and did not want a crippled follower. When he used the Cruciatus, however, Voldemort allowed him no healing potions; Harry had a feeling Voldemort wanted to make him just a little insane-enough so that he would agree to join the snake-face bastard.
Of course, Harry couldn’t help but irritate the bastard; he probably wouldn’t suffer nearly as much if he would stop calling him a half-blood. Voldie didn’t like being called Tom either, or Riddle. For some reason known only to himself, Voldemort encouraged Nagini to spend time with Harry, and the large snake had taken a liking to him-even though she thought he was stupid for fighting against her master.
By now, Harry had been cursed so often that his muscles ached all the time, and his Occlumency shields had also been battered all to hell, so his scar often hurt. He had nightmares on a regular basis, and he wasn’t sure which were real and which were false. Voldemort enjoyed sending him visions of torture sessions, and in some of those Harry’s friends were the victims. He had never seen Draco in a vision though, and he suspected it was because Voldemort wanted to win Draco over to his side. If he promised to release Harry in return for access to the Goblin Realm, would Draco do it? Harry didn’t think so, but he couldn’t be completely sure.
Harry’s thoughts, when he was alone, tended to revolve around escape plans and worries about his friends. Voldemort never gave him any information about the outside world, but he wouldn’t know anything about what was going on inside Hogwarts anyway. Harry wondered if Theo was okay; did Dumbledore keep his promise and leave the school after Harry took the port key? Was Draco okay? He had seemed to be in a lot of pain; the room Harry was in had some books about powerful curses and the fiendfyre binding spell was supposed to be extremely painful-if left on for too long the flames would sink into a person’s body and actually boil their blood. Draco hadn’t been held under the curse for very long, so he should be okay, but…Harry still couldn’t help but worry, even as he suffered from the after effects of his own curse.
Harry lay there for a long time, his muscles occasionally seizing up in pain, before finally falling into a fitful sleep. Even as his eyes slipped closed, Harry remained aware of his surroundings; many times in the past week Voldemort had waited until Harry was asleep to attack, and so he had learned to never let his guard down. In addition to his fears of being hit by an unexpected curse, he also resisted sleep in an effort to avoid the nightmares that frequently occurred. Harry was vaguely aware when a tray of food appeared, but it was several hours before he recovered enough to sit up and eat. One thing he could say for Voldemort-he fed Harry better than the Dursley’s ever had; this time he had steak, roasted potatoes, corn, and soft, warm buttered rolls. For desert he was given a large helping of treacle tart, and his goblet automatically refilled with juice.
Once he was done eating Harry took a shower and then dressed in the plain black clothing that had been provided for him. Nagini had returned while he was in the shower, and she raised her head to watch him lazily for a moment before hissing out a warning-a grumpy, ‘I’m tired so leave me alone’ warning-and then closed her eyes again. Harry found himself smiling at her as he walked through the bedroom and out into the study, where he looked through the books available. He found that he actually enjoyed Nagini’s company for the most part, and it saddened him to think that he would have to kill her in order to finally defeat Voldemort; Nagini wasn’t as evil as he had previously believed, she was just loyal to the master who had raised her since birth.
Harry picked out a book on wandless offensive spells and settled down in a chair in front of the fireplace. Harry was able to do some wandless magic, but nothing strong enough to use against Voldemort. Perhaps, he thought, this book would help him acquire the skills he needed to escape. Unfortunately, the book was extremely technical and he had a hard time even getting through the first chapter.
“Stupid, useless book,” he muttered angrily, tossing it aside, “Is there nothing useful in this room?” He thought for a moment, and then held out his hand; “Accio useful book!” Several books on the shelf across from the door vibrated, but none of them flew to his open hand. Harry scowled at the books, but his pouting was interrupted by a bright flash of flames, out of which Fawkes appeared.
“Fawkes!” Harry cried happily, “Can you get me out of here?” Fawkes responded with a soft trill, and dropped a bag at Harry’s feet; he then flew across the room to sit on top of a bookcase. Harry gave Fawkes a curious look, and then focused on the bag; reaching inside, the first thing he pulled out was a letter with one of Hermione’s locator disks attached. The letter had more than one type of handwriting on it, and Harry quickly read through it.
‘Harry,
No time for pleasantries; in case you didn’t recognize it, the disk is the same one we used on the cruise ship and will let you locate anyone else who has one. The rest of us will be there at some point tonight, so you just have to hold out until then; be careful and wait for us.”
The next portion was written by Severus:
“The small bag inside of this one contains potions that I created for battle use, as well as healing potions. In addition, I have included the completed horcrux potion-I recommend you take it immediately. Weasley has included the Sword of Gryffindor as well as your invisibility cloak, and I have included port keys-if you encounter any Death Eater’s simply get them to touch the port key and it will transport them to warded rooms in the dungeons of Hogwarts. Be safe and do not do anything foolish.”
The final portion of the letter was written by Draco:
“Lion-whatever you do keep yourself safe. I will be with you as soon as possible-if you risk yourself unnecessarily, I will make you suffer a pain deeper than any you have ever known.”
Harry smiled, relieved to know that Draco and his friends were safe, and folded the letter, noticing a small postscript on the outside;
“You should use your invisibility cloak to observe the mating rituals of the rare and deadly Venomous Violets; they are abundant outside the manor and there will not be another chance to observe them for a hundred years. Make sure you tell me all about it! See you soon, Luna.”
Harry shook his head and put the letter in his pocket, then reached back into the bag, pulling out his invisibility cloak and the Sword of Gryffindor and setting them beside him. He found his wand next, and immediately secured it in his back pocket. Next he pulled out the small pouch which contained Severus’ potions. He reached in the pouch and pulled out a small vial full of green potion-the same green as the killing curse. This, he knew was the horcrux potion; he had seen it when Severus made a test batch. He pulled the cork out of the vial and put it to his lips-
“Hey!” he cried as Fawkes swooped down and snatched the vial; “Come back here!” Harry ran after Fawkes as the phoenix flew into the bedroom, where Nagini had begun to stir. The giant snake spied Fawkes and let out an angry hiss-and Fawkes used that moment to drop the potion into Nagini’s open mouth. “Fawkes-no!” Harry watched helplessly as Nagini swallowed the potion meant for him, and then the snake began thrashing on the floor. Fawkes let loose a string of light notes and then vanished in a flash of fire.
After Fawkes had gone, Harry stood in the doorway and watched as Nagini continued to thrash while the potion fought the horcrux inside her. It took a few more minutes, and then Nagini stilled on the carpet. Harry knelt next to her, and the snake lifted her head to look at him.
‘Harry Potter,’ Harry jumped when the words seemed to be spoken directly to his mind, ‘Finally I am free. For far too long I have suffered from the dark soul within me. You are disappointed?”
“I am glad you are free,” Harry replied out loud, “But now I do not know how to defeat your master.” Nagini locked gazes with him, and Harry felt as if she was looking into his very soul and evaluating it. After several minutes during which he was unable to look away, Nagini gave a low hiss of approval and proceeded to share knowledge with him that was only known to one other person…
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Harry waited for an hour to pass before he made his move; he secured the Sword of Gryffindor at his side, and the pouch of potions and port keys was tied to his belt loop. The invisibility cloak he had wrapped around his shoulders. Nagini slithered through the door first and he followed a moment later; the hallway was empty, and Harry had to wonder at the lack of guards, but he kept his questions to himself as he followed Nagini.
When they reached the end of the hallway, Harry saw that there were a few Death Eater’s standing around and talking quietly. Harry paused for a moment, not sure how to proceed; he wanted to avoid detection for as long as possible, so attacking head-on would not be the best idea. Harry reached into the potions pouch and pulled out an unfamiliar potion; it was dark blue with silver specks. With a silent prayer that this would be useful, Harry removed the cork and threw the potion down the hallway; the vial broke when it hit the floor, and dark blue fumes rose up, surrounding the Death Eaters. All five were asleep within seconds, and Harry quickly moved to place the portkeys on their chests; as soon as a port key touched a Death Eater, that Death Eater vanished. With that taken care of, Harry moved down the hall and came to a stop outside of a room where Nagini was waiting. Harry drew his wand and cast a silencing spell before slowly opening the door; the witch inside was sound asleep, and Harry was able to toss the port key in the room. The port key-which was a ragged teddy bear-landed on the witch’s outstretched hand and her eyes opened in alarm before she vanished.
The next twenty minutes were spent the same way; Nagini would stand outside certain rooms, and Harry would send those inside to Hogwarts via port key. He met a few Death Eater’s in the hallway, but those were easily dealt with as well; he hadn’t had to use any more potions yet, and all of the Death Eater’s he had come across so far had been too startled by the sight of him to put up a fight.
They finally finished with the rooms in the East Wing, and now Harry followed Nagini to the West Wing, where he knew the targets would be more difficult.
‘You will not need to fight them,’ Nagini’s voice whispered in his mind, ‘Use the items sent by your friends to trap your enemies and their power within their rooms. You must deal with my master and allow your friends to deal with the rest.’
Harry frowned at Nagini, not liking the thought of leaving his friends to fight the likes of Bellatrix, Greyback, and the other more powerful Death Eater’s. As he thought about it, though, he realized that really was the best option; his friends would be here soon, and he needed to confront Voldemort before they arrived if he was to succeed in the plan he and Nagini had come up with. With a quiet sigh, Harry reached into his pouch and pulled out several small, spherical items; they looked like marbles and were as small as a marble too.
The marbles were a new creation by Fred and George, with help from Sirius; they were created to trap and enemy in a certain area and block access to their magic. In addition, the marbles would make it impossible for someone to locate the person trapped by the spell; the only bad thing was that, according to the note included by Sirius, the spell only lasted an hour, which meant his friends would likely have to deal with the Death Eater’s.
Harry walked down the hallway and placed a marble in front of each door. When he was done, Harry walked back to the beginning of the hallway where Nagini had remained waiting for him and pulled out a final marble-type-thingy; this one was bigger than the others, and was the activation for the spell. Harry threw the marble on the floor and stepped on it; there was no sound, but each of the marbles in the hallway flashed bright white for a moment, and then an almost transparent barrier appeared in front of each door. Harry turned to Nagini and followed her as she slithered down the hall; now it was time to face Voldemort-hopefully for the last time.
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“Hey Tom,” Harry greeted casually as he pushed open the doors to the room he had seen on his first day in the manor, “It’s a little late at night for plotting evil deeds, don’t you think?” He dropped his invisibility cloak on the floor and stepped towards the table where Voldemort was sitting.
“Harry Potter,” Voldemort narrowed his already snake-like eyes, “How did you escape from your room? You should not have been able to get past my wards without a wand.”
“Yes, well, luckily for me someone came by and dropped off my wand,” Harry replied, casually twirling said wand between his fingers-Draco had taught him how to do that- “Left me a few other things as well which came in very useful for getting rid of your followers.”
“What?” Voldemort’s voice came out as an angry hiss, “You could not have defeated all of my followers. Lestrange!” A door behind Voldemort’s chair opened, and a man Harry recognized as Rodolphus Lestrange stepped into the room.
“My Lord,” Lestrange knelt, bowing his head, “How may I serve you?” Voldemort didn’t reply, but grabbed his arm and pressed the tip of his wand to Lestrange’s dark mark. Lestrange hissed in pain, but otherwise held completely still.
“Now we shall see, Harry Potter,” Voldemort said, “My followers will arrive shortly, and you will learn not to challenge me. Perhaps this time I shall bind your magic…or, I could always lock you in a room full of boggarts once I have taken your wand from you; I wonder what your greatest fear is?”
“I already know your greatest fear Tom,” Harry taunted, “It’s for your followers to discover that you really are a half-blood, and that your mother had to potion your Muggle father in order to even have you.” The last part was just a guess, but it seemed to hit a nerve, as Voldemort aimed his wand.
“Crucio!”
“Protego!” Harry shouted; the shield flared up just in time, and Harry quickly moved to the side to avoid another curse, “This should be interesting; I wonder what we’ll see the next time our wands connect? Think you’ll get to have another reunion with your past victims? I hope so; they deserve to have a little revenge, don’t you think?”
“You are a foolish boy,” Voldemort replied, having calmed down somewhat, “I have already obtained another wand; the bond between our original wands was a weakness, and I do not tolerate weakness.”
“How do you feel about lateness?” Harry asked innocently, “Because it seems your followers are procrastinating a bit; the one who stay here should have at least shown up by now don’t you think? Unless, of course, I was telling the truth about defeating them. What do you think?” Voldemort glared at Harry, but it was true; not one of his loyal Death Eater’s had come at his call.
“Lestrange-why don’t you entertain our guest?” Voldemort smiled cruelly, “It seems you must redeem your families honor.”
“My pleasure, My Lord,” Lestrange replied as he got to his feet, “Rules?”
“As long as he survives I do not care what you do,” Voldemort said, relaxing in his chair, “Do not disappoint me, Lestrange.” Lestrange didn’t reply as he drew his wand and faced Harry.
“Oh, are we dueling now?” Harry asked, “Because, you should know Snape trained me in dueling techniques-” Harry broke off and dodged the silent spell Lestrange sent his way, “-didn’t pick up silent spells too well though, although I can do some. Expelliarmus!” Lestrange and Voldemort both laughed at that, as the spell failed to separate Lestrange from his wand. A few seconds later, however, Lestrange stopped laughing as Harry threw something at him; frowning, Lestrange picked up the item and then smirked.
“Really, Potter? You think to defeat me with a-” at that moment the object and Lestrange both disappeared.
“Well, I suppose a rubber duck is a bit strange for a port key,” Harry shrugged, “but it’s not like I chose the items.”
“Trickery, Potter?” Voldemort asked, “Not very noble of you.”
“What did you expect?” Harry laughed, “My fiancé is a Slytherin, after all. So, it looks like that was the last of your minions; now what?”
“Crucio!” Voldemort’s response caught Harry off guard, even though he knew he should have been expecting it; as a result, he now lay screaming on the floor, writhing under the pain of Voldemort’s favorite curse. After a few minutes had passed Voldemort lifted the curse, and Harry immediately pointed his wand.
“Sectumsempra!” the curse missed, and Voldemort retaliated with a silent curse that released a shot of jet-black magic at Harry, who just barely managed to dodge. “Flagrate!” Harry shouted, and Voldemort looked on in amusement as Harry drew fiery letters in the air.
“You think to defeat me with-” Voldemort hissed in anger when he read the message floating between them.
‘I am Lord Voldemort. I am a half-blood hypocrite who failed to kill a helpless infant. My mother had to potion my father to conceive me. I have failed at all I have attempted, and I have been repeatedly beaten by a boy not even of age. I am Lord Voldemort.’
The letters in the last part of the paragraph were continuously rearranging themselves; one moment they spelled out ‘I am Lord Voldemort’ and the next the read ‘Tom Marvolo Riddle’.
“Oh, by the way, did I mention I got rid of your last horcrux?” Harry asked nonchalantly, “You weren’t too attached to Nagini, were you?” Nagini was actually in a room down the hall; after leading him to Voldemort he had insisted she hide so that none of his friends tried to attack her. Not knowing this, Voldemort paled even further in fury; he seemed to forget his plan to keep Harry alive and pointed his wand at the younger wizard. A jet of bright green light shot towards Harry, and he lowered his wand to his side; he heard the doors slam open behind him and several people screamed his name, then the light hit and –
AN: Haha! See; I told you it would be up this week! Chapter is still a little on the short side, I suppose, but I wanted it to be purely about Harry and his confrontation with Voldie. Why did Fawkes give the potion to Nagini? That, my friends, is a secret…at least for now. I’m not very good at writing fights, so I hope this wasn’t too bad. As for the cliffie…I’ll post the next chapter as soon as possible. Thank you for all the reviews; I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Until next time!
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