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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: I'm posting this so early because I couldn't contain my excitement over your reactions! I can't wait to hear it. Don't expect chapter 40 until Nov. 17-ish.
Warning: non-con, toys, voyeurism, slash, minors together

Breakdown
The lobby was as chaotic and overwhelming as when they first arrived. Lucius and McLaggen led the way over to a small stage off to the side. A beautiful fountain nearby and the dark marble walls gave the stage an elegant backdrop. A small crowd gathered with curiosity as they noticed five journalist standing ready in front of the platform.
Lucius gave his polite smile as he climbed the three steps of the stage and made his way to the podium. McLaggen stood behind Lucius and a bit to the right. Narcissa and Andromeda stood to the left with the boys holding hands in front of them. Scrimgeour positioned himself in front of the stage, facing the crowd.
Rita Skeeter, Lucius's year mate in Slytherin, was there having recently been hired as a columnist for Witch Weekly magazine. Her hair was blond and in ringlets, her mouth red as blood as she gave a shark's smile. Lucius tipped his head to her.
Then there was Barnabas Cuffe, an old bald man with sharp eyes and sharp quill, a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Two more reporters, one from Which Wizard magazine and the other from The Wizarding World News. Finally, there was Xenophilius Lovegood from The Quibbler.
Lucius frowned. Lovegood hadn't been invited, and he wondered how he'd heard about the press conference. In any case, he didn't have time to worry about it. Standing tall, he looked out over the suddenly hushed group gathered before him and gave a cool smile.
“Thank you for coming. I've asked you to meet me here so that I can make an official statement of my son's return. And the return of his twin-bonded brother, Harry Potter.” He gestured to indicate the children, his smile widening just a fraction.
Immediately, flashes went off as the photographers lurking in the background took pictures.
Draco's jaw tightened as the feeling of the Hold closed in on him, of being on display for hungry eyes and sweaty hands. His hand tightened painfully around Harry's and he locked his expression down. He refused to have an episode here! Not while Harry needed him sharp and focused.
“Did the same person who kidnapped your son take Harry Potter?” - “We still don't know the identity of Draco's kidnapper. If you know anything, I would reward substantiated information. As for Mr. Potter, his information is classified.”
Harry looked to Draco as soon as the blond's hand tightened around his. His eyes widened in alarm to see how pale Draco looked and the scary non-expression on his face, as if he were an empty doll.
“What is the name of the wizard who found the boys?” - “He wishes to remain anonymous, but he has been given the promised reward.”
Harry's heart-rate picked up, but everything also went clear. He looked over Draco's head at Lucius talking at the podium, then at Narcissa standing behind Draco.
“Does this mean you have adopted Harry Potter?” - “Due to the twin-bond rendering inseparable, my wife and I have signed a co-guardianship with Mr. Potter's guardian.”
Harry turned to look behind him. Andie smiled down for a second before looking back out at the crowd. None of them noticed that Draco's hands were shaking or how his face was damp with sweat. Harry had to do something to protect him!
“Were they injured? For what purpose were the boys taken?” - “The boys have been seen by healers and are healthy.”
Turning sideways, Harry reached over Draco's shoulder with his right hand, still holding tight to Draco with his left. He looked up entreatingly as he took hold of Narcissa's wrist and raised his voice to be heard, “Mother, I have to go to the restroom.”
Narcissa stared down at him, eyes bright with surprise. Lucius stopped speaking to look over at them. The crowd murmured loudly. “Did you hear that?” and “Harry Potter called Malfoy 'mother'!” But none of that mattered because Narcissa gave a small bow to Lucius and took Harry's hand.
Harry pulled Draco with him as they left the stage, Andie trailing behind them. He didn't notice where they were going. His attention was focused solely on Draco. The blond's mouth was slightly parted, his eyes were going glassy. His whole body shook. It wouldn't be much longer now.
The joy setting Narcissa afire at Harry's public use of 'mother' disappeared under a wave of worry as she noticed Draco's condition. Her steps slowed, but Harry immediately looked up at her and demanded the restroom. She didn't know what else to do, so she hurried forward.
Andromeda's cut in front of them, expression grim as she disappeared into the woman's loo. Immediately four women hurried out, some with smoking hair and a few not fully put to rights, but the bathroom was now empty.
Narcissa strode in, letting the boys pass her to shut the door behind them. Andromeda stood across from her, wand out and eyes wide. They watched helplessly as Harry physically pulled Draco into a stall and slammed the door shut. The most heartbreaking sobbing could be heard a second later. The cold feeling in her gut told Narcissa it was her son she was listening to.
Andromeda put a finger to her lips to warn her sister to be silent and waved her wand in a spiral. The stall door turned translucent.
Draco was wedged into the corner where the door met the wall. His knees were pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his shins. His head was tilted back; his face contorted in an expression of pure suffering. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears drenching his cheeks. His voice rose and fell as he sobbed and screamed.
Narcissa couldn't bear to watch and turned her eyes to Harry. The boy was kneeling, his hands on Draco's knees, never once looking away from the other boy's face. His mouth was moving as he spoke, but she couldn't hear what he was saying over Draco's cries.
– “This is my new boy.”
A crop cracked against Draco's thigh. Sweating, trembling, he stood with his fingers linked behind his head, elbows out, as if he were under arrest. His feet were spread just past his hips. He was naked. His butt yellow and green, the deep bruising from his initiation spanking still healing.
He stood on a low table that served as a stage. Five men were seated on the couches around him. They were drinking and laughing. Pointing at him. Taking pictures. White flashes sporadically filled his vision. He was cold, exhausted, sore, and hungry. Tears drenched his face as his master walked around him, crop in hand. He poked and prodded, sometimes hitting him, as he talked.
“It's important that you punish any disobedience in your new pet.”
The men cheered as Draco was cracked across his ass. The pain whited out everything else and he howled, forcing his clenched muscles not to fold, to keep the open position. He could hardly breathe through the pain, it hurt so bad.
He missed whatever was said next, but hands were running down his sweat-soaked, trembling skin. The men were around him, ignoring how he sobbed and gasped for air. Gripping his thighs, pinching his stomach, stroking the throbbing agony of his backside, rubbing between his legs. They were talking about him. Discussing his quality. Master was complimented.
The touching went on for what felt like hours when Master shoved him down with a violent hand on his shoulder. His knees hit the table with a painful thud. A sandwich was tossed at him. Draco scooped it up and ate it in three large bites. He practically inhaled the offered bottle of water next.
“Hands!”
He quickly linked his fingers behind his head, elbows out. The woman who took pictures for the catalogue was there. Her long red hair fell around her shoulders and shone, freshly washed. Her brown eyes were bright, pupils large. She wore a tank-top, her nipples hard and pressing up against the fabric. Out of her jeans stood a small strap on.
Master began to instruct the men on how to train a pet to give head. Draco hated them. Hated them all so much. Glaring through his tears, he met the woman's eyes as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pressed the plastic head to his mouth. She was grinning. Her red lips pulled wide, revealing yellowing teeth.
“You know what happens if you bite, slave,” she whispered, red-cheeked and eager.
Draco made her force his jaw open. The rubber split his mouth and slid over his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. Stomach churning, he put all his focus on not vomiting. It distracted him. Let him haze out the feeling of the rigid thing thrusting in and out, pummeling the inside of his cheeks and throat. Flashes, more pictures. Laughter, comments, and critiques blurred in his ears.
Jaw burning, coughing and gagging, he was released and flung flat. Hands grabbed his hips, lifting him up. His butt hot with healing bruises, his knees screaming, he looked behind him to see her strap-on dripping with his spit. Draco whipped his head around. Found his master's eyes. No! No, not this! Anything but this!
There was no mercy in his master's face. Draco screamed as he was breached. His fingers bled as he clawed at the wooden table. Bearing down, snarling, he took the pain in. Took it and let it feed the hatred.
As his insides were pounded and stretched, as his whole world lit up in agony, someone asked to use his mouth. Draco bared his teeth in a ferocious grin, wishing one of these bastards would do it. Wishing he could kill at least one of them.
The master slammed his head down. Pressed his cheek to the floor, denying him vengeance. “You better find a way to be useful, slave, if you don't want to do any more demonstrations,” the man whispered threateningly, breath hot in his ear.
Draco sobbed as the pounding continued, rocking his body hard enough to scrape his cheek raw. –
Lucius slipped into the bathroom nearly fifteen minutes after the women had left with the boys. Scrimgeour and McLaggen remained outside, guarding their privacy. He found them standing by the sinks, staring at a translucent stall door.
Draco was inside. Curled up on the floor, back wedged into the corner. Potter was sitting in front of him, stroking his damp cheeks and hair. His son's grey eyes were blank, utterly exhausted. Every instinct he had told him to get Draco away, to hide him somewhere safe and quiet until he recovered. The clock was ticking. Rumors would already be spreading. His son's future was at stake. They had to leave quickly!
“Why are you allowing this to continue?” he demanded, shooting Narcissa a sharp look.
“We tried, but there is a magical field,” Narcissa answered, voice trembling. She gave him a pleading look. “I believe it's coming from Harry. It's creating static. No spells are connecting.”
Lucius strode forward and opened the door with a violent yank. The latch flew off and pinged against the wall. He just barely caught the door as it was about to bang against the neighboring stall.
Potter jumped to his feet, expression fierce as he spread his arms, blocking Lucius from Draco. “Leave him alone!”
Lucius never imagined the timid boy could look this fierce. Green eyes bright, brows lowered dangerously, mouth turned down, he met Lucius's eyes and actually stared him down. Lucius could feel it now, this close, like a coming storm. The pressure was remarkable, especially considering it was coming from the small body standing defiantly in front of him. The boy's hair looked even messier, tossed about by the whirling magical current surrounding him. The child looked like something wild and dangerous.
Heart pounding, Lucius knelt. He met the child's fierce eyes and spoke gently. “We're not safe here, Potter. I want to take him home.”
Harry didn't move. “No.”
Lucius's eyes widened in shock at hearing that word from the boy.
“If he's touched, it makes it worse. He doesn't like it. Not 'til he's better.”
The press of magic began to almost vibrate against Lucius's senses. “I understand that. I'm not going to touch him.” He reached a hand forward, offering it to the boy. “If you will step aside, I'm going to cast a magic spell to make him sleep. Then we can all go home where it's safe.”
Harry's arms began to tremble. Uncertainty crept through his veins. He looked behind him, unconsciously seeking guidance from Draco.
Lucius saw his chance. He hardened his voice, reaching forward to firmly take Potter's wrist. “Draco's not safe here. Move aside.”
“Malfoy...” Andromeda spoke harshly in warning.
“Lucius...” Narcissa echoed in almost the exact same tone.
Harry's head whipped around. Fury like never before pounded hard through his body – Filthy Freak! Faces filled with hatred as they looked at him, disgust dripping from their expressions if they ever touched him. Draco's naked, bleeding form. Bang! Draco shot; Brendon's head gone. Draco's back shredded to the bone, blood everywhere. The pain on Draco's face; the sound of his screams, the sound of him crying.
Eyes blazing green, magic whipping around like a wind, Lucius was shoved backward – It was Harry's job to heal Draco. To take care of him. He was Draco's, and he would protect him! – His mouth fell open. He had no idea what would come out, just pushed all the emotions tearing through him up and out, willing the world to leave them alone! Felt Draco's magic, cold and sharp, spiraling through him, adding to his own.
Lucius watched, horrified, as black smoke spilled from Potter's open mouth. Narcissa screamed as it coiled up and solidified into a huge black snake with a dark green pattern going down it's back. Ten feet long and a good four inches wide, it was one of the largest snakes he had ever seen.
The drag of the snake's scales on the bathroom tile made the hair on the back of their necks and arms rise. Lucius jerked backward in pure reflex, trying to get away, while Narcissa and Andromeda breathed in fast, terrified gasps. The snake's head lifted, waist high, with jaws opening to reveal long fangs.
Harry caught the wall of the stall with his outstretched hand. He stared at the snake, expression coldly determined. He opened his mouth again and hissing emerged. “Keep them away from us,” he ordered. Then, dizzy, he turned and fell to his knees in front of Draco. He put his hands on either side of the blond's head, shielding him and keeping himself from falling. “It's okay, Draco. No one's gonna touch you. It's just me and you.”
Lucius felt like the ground gave way beneath him as he heard the sinister syllables fall from the child's lips. He'd heard it before and often from Lord Voldemort: Parseltongue. He held perfectly still as the reptile's head made a warning strike, fast as lightning, inches from his face. A splatter of venom hit his cheek and burned painfully like acid.
Narcissa screamed again and the snake whipped around to hiss at her, mouth open threateningly. Andromeda grabbed her sister's arm in a white-knuckled grip, and Narcissa fell silent.
The bathroom door began to open. Likely the Aurors checking on the situation in response to the screams. Lucius had a horrifying moment where he envisioned the Aurors coming in, battling the snake, hurting the boys, and then proclaiming them evil, to be studied and locked away.
Lucius whipped his wand forward, slamming the door shut in the face of whoever was trying to get in. He slashed his wand out in front of him, this time aimed at the snake. It hissed and writhed, but the spell wasn't strong enough to destroy it. It only pissed it off.
The snake's eyes were the size of ping-pong balls, and they seemed to almost glow a poisonous yellow with fury. With another nerve rattling hiss, the snake struck at his throat.
Giving a choked off yell, Lucius flinched, but the monster bounced off his shield. Even still, the power behind the blow resonated through his bones. Furious, Lucius whipped his wand downward, casting a rare Dark spell that cannibalized another wizard's spell and added that power to Lucius's own.
The snake began to shake and expand. A second shield saved him from the filth as it exploded.
Potter yelped and collapsed limp from the backlash. Draco reflexively caught the smaller boy, his eyes beginning to focus.
Lucius didn't hesitate. “Stupefy! Stupefy!” The boys fell unconscious immediately. He turned back to the women. “Portkey home. I'll tell the Aurors they grew sick.”
Narcissa hurried forward, but Andromeda was frowning.
“Are you sure this was the wisest way?” she asked, expression dark.
“Go or stay. I care not!” he snarled and moved toward the door. Behind him, he heard Narcissa activate the emergency portkeys. He didn't bother to see if Andromeda went with her.
He straightened his hair and collected himself before pulling the door open. Scrimgeour stood glaring while McLaggen frowned. “Thank you, gentlemen, for your assistance. The boys aren't feeling well and I sent them home.”
The men looked into the room, but there was nothing left to see. The exploded flesh had been consumed by Lucius's spell. He gave them a cold smile and pushed past them, heading for the floo. Reporters were waiting to mob him.
“Mr. Potter was feeling ill from his first time traveling by floo. I had them return to the manor by portkey. Excuse me.”
They shouted questions, but he acted as if they were invisible as he strode past.
…
Draco opened his eyes. He felt hazy and his body felt as if he'd been run over. Slowly he realized he was in their bedroom at the manor. He rolled his head on his pillow and saw a chair had been pulled up to the bedside. Narcissa was sitting quietly. She looked exhausted. A book sat open on her lap, but it didn't look like she was actually reading it.
His hands clenched: one had a fistful of sheets, the other warm flesh. He relaxed, knowing Harry was close to him, safe. As he relaxed, tears came. His face felt raw already and bitter shame burned his throat. “Can you make them stop?” he rasped. “The memories?”
Narcissa's head lifted and she leaned forward to smooth back his sweat-damp hair. Her eyes were blue and soft, full of concern. “Draco...”
He jerked his head away from her, and she quickly pulled her hands away. “Can you?” he asked again.
“I will do everything I can,” she promised, leaning over him protectively.
Draco nodded and turned his back to her, pulling Harry against his body and spooning him. “Make sure he doesn't come in here.”
There was a pause before Narcissa answered. “I will.”
Draco was glad that she hadn't asked who he meant. He was too exhausted to talk. Closing his eyes, he let sleep take him.
…
Narcissa stepped into their bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her. Lucius was sitting on the far side of the bed, his back to her, still fully dressed. She walked around the bed and planted herself directly in front of him. Long hair falling loose around his face and shoulders, he looked up at her, expression blank.
“Our son woke from your spell and went back to sleep. They were exhausted on top of whatever that was in the bathroom,” she told him, brows lowered over her eyes. “He asked me to make sure you wouldn't come into their room, Lucius. You need to talk to him.”
Lucius frowned, his eyes going stormy.
Narcissa cut him off before he could speak. “I'm not saying what you did was wrong, but you need to talk to him! Come to some sort of understanding before things get worse.”
“Narcissa...”
Her hands went to her hips, her voice rose. “I'm not asking, Lucius! Andromeda voluntarily postponed her visitation period until next weekend so the boys could recover in an environment that is familiar. You have until then to speak to Draco.” With that, she stormed from the room. She refused to share a bed with him until he relented.
Lucius buried his face in his hands as the door slammed behind her.
…
Draco came slowly awake. Soft kisses lighted on his face, his shoulders, his chest. Warmth saturated his body, and he hummed happily. The butterfly kisses turned into soft licks of a warm tongue. Cracking his eyes open, he saw early morning sunlight spilling through the curtains. Harry was kneeling over him, his mouth moving across Draco's skin.
Smiling, content, he slid his fingers into Harry's thick hair. Using that as leverage, he guided the boy's willing lips to his own. Warm and soft, they licked into each other's mouths, sucking hungrily on each other's tongues. Draco used his other hand to guide Harry's body to rest on top of him.
Dragging his hands down Harry's back, he gripped the smaller boy's hips and urged him to rock nice and slow. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, their warm skin pressed together and rubbed, smooth and moist from sweat. The blankets rasped under them as they moved in steady thrusts.
Goosebumps along his arms, Draco arched like a cat, pressing more firmly against Harry's warmth. He spread his legs, pressing his crotch against Harry's, no clothing between them, and sensually rocked upward.
Harry gasped. “Draco... Draco, yes...”
Heart thundering, eyes bright silver, Draco groaned and opened his legs, dragging the sensitive skin of his inner thighs along Harry's hips until he could hook his calves around the smaller boy's knees, pulling him ever closer.
The kisses grew deeper. Harry's moans vibrating into his mouth. One arm holding the boy close, he let his other hand sink back into Harry's wild hair. * So good. * He pulled Harry's mouth to his own and, lashing his tongue against Harry's, he had the boy whimpering.
Harry's rocking hips became erratic, - pleasure love need - throbbed through the bond. Draco took Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Harry gave a low cry as pleasure exploded between them, sudden and fierce.
Draco groaned, holding Harry painfully tight until their bodies went limp and languid. Lazily, he pet Harry's hair, the boy having collapsed on his chest.
Green eyes deep and glossy, unhindered by glasses, Harry looked up at him and whispered, “Love you, Draco...”
Choked up, Draco hugged him close. “Love you, Harry,” he whispered.
Chapter end.
A/N: I'd like to say Snape will help with Draco's flashbacks, but he's not really trusted yet and he's not a healer. I don't thin his skill in the Mind Arts would even be known by so many. Maybe I'll fabricate a Greengrass since I have it set up that they are healers.
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