Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Phases of the Night	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 40947 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor Twilight. They belong with their respectful authors. I do not make money from this.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
AN: Thanks so much for those who have reviewed, I love hearing from you and having your input. I encourage you to keep point out mistakes, anything that doesn't make sense or any concerns.

Hopefully by next week I will have another chapter up before my big move. If I do not then it will be a little while.

So if you have the time please R&R, I would love to know what you think.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 4:
Severus burst into his godson’s room and froze.

The bed was empty and a rumbled dirty mess. Blood stained the sheets.

“Draco!?” Severus called out looking around for the boy.
He heard a whimper off to the left. He turned and saw that one of the doors to the wardrobe, against the far wall, was cracked open just enough to notice.
He approached the large piece of furniture and gently opened the door. There, curled up at the bottom of the wardrobe was Draco. The teen had his arms hugging his knees to his chest and his head buried within the fold of his arms. Blood was running over his arms in little rivers and started to drip to the floor of his hiding spot.
“Draco?” Severus knelt down beside the boy.
Draco lifted his head up. Blood ran down from under the bandage covering his left eye. The right eye looked dull and lifeless.
“She’s really gone isn’t she?” Draco voice cracked and sounded so small.
“I’m sorry,” Severus gently laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
Draco took a shaky breath.
“Have you buried her yet?” Draco asked. He felt cold, almost to the point of numbness.
Severus shook his head. “No, I have not. I was waiting for you to wake so we could give her an honorary burial.”
Draco gave a short nod.
“Let’s get you back into bed,” Severus said as he straightened.
Draco stared at his godfather, now his sole guardian, and slowly unfolded his legs to stand. He was a little wobbly as he stepped out of the wardrobe.
Severus moved to the bed and spelled the soiled sheets away replacing them with fresh ones.He helped his godson into the bed.
“Voldemort is going to be after me now… where will I go?” Draco asked.
“I have taken care of that already. When you’ve healed enough, we’ll head to our new home.” Severus tucked the comforter around the blond.
Draco gave a nod. It was comforting to know that his Godfather would stay with him.
“I’ll be back in a moment with some potions.” Severus left the room.

-----------
Remus had just gotten Dudley to stop yelling. When he had entered he had found the boy screaming and thrashing around in the bed; it was a wonder that Harry hadn’t awoken with all that.
“Dudley, you are safe now.” Remus sat on the edge of the teen’s bed.
“Who are you, and where am I?” Dudley asked, his eyes darting around the room.
Remus could see the panic begin to set in. The younger boy scooted up the bed, curling in on himself, in a protective position.
“Rest easy, I am not going to harm you. You are safe.” Remus stood up and slowly backed up a little to give the boy some room.
“Who are you?” Dudley asked again, shifting his position to defensive.
“My name is Remus Lupin. I was a former Professor of your cousin Harry,” Remus kept his voice soft so as not to startle or agitate the boy further.
“So you’re a wizard to?” Dudley was still tense, but he moved to sit crossed legged on the bed. He looked over and started at his unconscious cousin.
“Yes,” Remus took a step closer. “Would it be alright if a conjured a chair?”
“No, but you can pull up that chair,” Dudley nodded to an arm chair that was sitting by a desk in the corner.
Remus looked behind him.
“Oh, I hadn’t noticed that there.” The werewolf went and retrieved the chair, setting it gently a few feet away to give enough room between him and the boy. He settled himself in the chair and wiggled around a little to get himself comfortable.
“Now Dudley, how do you feel, is there any pain?”
Dudley frowned. His body ached, but his injuries that he knew he had didn’t hurt like it did before he ended up here. Dudley checked his arms, the cuts were gone and the bruises were fading.
“Did you heal me?”
“I assisted. The man who owns this house and who is helping us did most of the work. Severus Snape is also another professor of Harry’s.” The brown-haired man gave Dudley a gentle smile.
“So you used magic on me?”
Remus studied the reaction of the boy in front of him when he nodded to his question. He could smell a small amount of fear on the boy. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his presence or the fact that magic had been used on him.
“Dudley, can you use magic?” Remus asked, fighting the urge to lean forwards.
Dudley flinched and nodded. “It was the reason why he did this to me,” he gestured to his bruises.
Remus stared at him a little more. “Are you afraid of magic?”
Dudley stared at the bed spread and quietly spoke.
“The first time I witnessed magic, Harry locked me in a python tank at the local zoo. The second time the giant man gave me a pig’s tail. The third time my tongue swelled and grew to the size of a snake, the final time I almost had my soul sucked out of my body.” Dudley looked up.
Remus saw the pain within his eyes.
“How would you react to magic after all that? How would you react when your entire life your parents tell you that magic is unnatural and freakish- And then one day you have magical powers.”
Remus sighed. “I wouldn’t be to accepting of my magic either. I’ve been through what you’re going through though. But my situation is a little more complicated.”
Dudley frowned, “How so?” If he was going to bare his emotions out for a stranger he might as well get something in return.
“I was a child when it happened. I was bitten by a ruthless man and changed into the same creature he was. My parents, when they found out, were afraid of me and what I became.”
Dudley saw the sad look on the man’s face.
“What are you?” He asked softly, he too was almost afraid of what the man could be. His experience with magic was none too positive.
“Once a month I turn in to a werewolf.”
Dudley paled further and tried to move further up the bed, but was stopped by the headboard.
“I’m not going to harm you Dudley. There is a potion that I take to calm the beast inside me. I become harmless. I am not a killer. I do not intend to start now,” Remus tried to reassure the boy.
“Does Harry know,” Dudley took a look at his unconscious cousin.
Remus followed his gaze. "Yes, and when he found out, he did not seem to mind.”

Dudley nodded. "What is going to happen to me and Harry?"

"I’m going to take you and Harry far away from Britain."

"What? Why?" His friends were all here, and Britain was the only home he’d ever known.

"Has Harry mentioned the War going on?" Remus asked, leaning forwards, elbows on his knees hands clasp in front of him.

"He was forbidden to even mention anything to do with m-magic," Dudley stumbled over the word.

"Well it all started with this wizard bent on the destruction of the Muggleborns- people with non-magical pasts, but whom are gifted with magical powers. He believes that they will destroy the magical world and expose us to muggles- err, non-magical folk," Remus explained. "And there are those who follow him called Death Eaters. Now, this wizard is called Voldemort, and one day he heard a prophesy about a baby that could destroy him. So he went after the baby and the baby's family. Voldemort killed the baby's parents and just as he sent the killing curse, which none had ever survived from, it was rebounded from the baby and it impacted Voldemort, making him bodiless but still very much alive."

"What happened to the baby?" Dudley asked.

Remus gave a small sad smile.

"That baby was given to his muggle relatives who were very unkind to the baby- hating the fact that he had magic. The baby's family were the type of Muggles that Voldemort enjoyed preaching about," Remus continued.

"The baby was Harry." Dudley bit his bottom lip.

Remus gave a nod. "Yes, and you know that Harry did not grow up knowing he was even a wizard until he was eleven. But after Harry got his letter he went to Hogwarts, where you should have gone as well, and there he had to face Voldemort in one form or another until his fourth year when Voldemort regained a body. From there, Voldemort spent all of last year secretly planning to gain more power.” Remus paused.
“Now all throughout last year, Harry tried to warn everyone that Voldemort had to return, but not many would listen. The Wizarding world now knows that he has returned when the former minister of magic saw him at the Ministry when there had been a battle between the light side and the dark. Harry and several of his class mates were caught in the middle.”
“Was anyone killed?” Dudley asked. He was startled when the man became very sad.
“Yes, Sirius Black was killed. He was Harry’s Godfather,” Remus almost choked on his word. It was still very painful to think of his lost mate.
“Wasn’t he the murdering escaped convict?” Dudley frowned. The name was familiar.
“He was framed by a friend we thought we could trust and spent 12 years in Azkaban prison.”  “Oh…” Dudley sighed a weary sigh. Remus reached out a comforting hand, just leaving it on Dudley’s knee.

“All will be well- you should get some more rest.” He exited the room.

Dudley looked at the sleeping form of his cousin. It sounded like Harry was a lot of things that Dudley never thought he could be. And Harry sounded like he lived a dangerous life. Would his own life with Magic be as complicated as Harrys? And could he trust anyone?

He squared his shoulders. If Harry had lived this long and trusted a Werewolf, then maybe he could too.
****************
He sat on his throne trying to stave off the pain in his head as the screeching woman babbling on.
“My lord, they deserved it. They were turning away from our cause,” Bellatrix whined, stressing her actions, on her knees bowing to her lord.
Voldemort raised his hand. Bellatrix was lifted into the air madly grabbing at her throat. Her face was turning red from lack of oxygen.
“When did you become the Dark Lord? You do not punish those without my consent.” Voldemort tossed her to the side. Her husband did not look up from staring at the floor, wincing only slightly when his wife hit the stone wall.
“I will not tolerate any form of disobedience,” his followers shivered at the cold tone.
Bellatrix rolled over and slowly got to her hand and knees, coughing up blood as she went.
“Bellatrix I’ve grown tired of your incompetence,”Voldemort raised his wand.
“My Lord please,” Bellatrix started to beg, forehead against the stone floor.
A body bind was sent towards the blubbering woman. He had special plans for her later.
“Now that that has been dealt with, I have great news.” His followers perked a bit at hearing that. “I have found the location of Harry Potter and we will head out to capture him. He will be our leverage against the light.”
The death eaters cheered, but quickly silenced when their master sent them a glare.
One death eater, though, had just enough courage to announce his observation.
“F-forgive m-me for in-interrupting my lord, but S-Snape has n-not come t-to the last t-two mee-meetings,” Wormtail stuttered.
Voldemort narrowed his snake-like eyes on the quivering man.
“Never question me. What Snape is doing is none of your concern.”
“Of course, My Lord… F-forgive th-this low-lowly fo-follower.”
Voldemort could taste the fear coming off of him in waves.
“Lestrange brothers, you will go to Azkaban and release Malfoy. Then you will wait here for my return. Wormtail, you will go and clean the dungeons until I say otherwise. No magic allowed.”
Some death eaters snickered at this.
“Nott, Crabe, Goyle, MacNair, fetch Greyback, the five of you will accompany me to retrieve Potter. The rest are dismissed until I call you for the next meeting.” His minions got up from their kneeling positions.
“And remember the older children are to come with you.”
“Yes my lord,” the room answered in union, bowed and apparated away.
Voldemort stood from his throne and advanced on Bellatrix. He released the body bind on her as he moved.
“Thank you my lord,” relief was written on her Azkaban-hardened face.
“Do not thank me yet Bellatrix. You have gone too far this time. I had plans for Narcissa and young Draco. I had even had plans for your cousin, but you’ve ruined those as well.” Voldemort leaned in close to her, his red eyes brightening.
Bellatrix paled as he said this. She flinched when he moved his face closer to hers.
“Your disobedience ends here.”
Bellatrix started to beg for her life, tears streaming down her face, but Voldemort silenced her with a curse. Her vocal cords ripped out of her throat with a gurgle. He levitated her high in the air before throwing his final curse at her.
Voldemort watched gleefully as Bellatrix’s body contorted, her stomach distending, her skin turning an ugly shade of maroon. Vessels in her body began to pop, blood squirting everywhere.
He threw up a shield just in time for her body to explode from the inside out.
It was morbidly fascinating, watching blood, grey matter and other unnamed body slime drip down from the ceiling to pool at his feet.
Six pops of apparation broke him from his gleefulness. He turned to see, Crabbe, Goyle, MacNair Nott and the werewolf Greyback kneeling.
“Ahh, excellent, now we can go retrieve Potter,” Voldmort turned to his snake, who had just appeared to eat away at the mess her master had left for her.
~“Nagini, ssstay here.”~
**************

Ron, Fred and George silently crept down the stairs at number Twelve Grimmauld Place. They wore dark clothing, to help them blend in with the shadows, each carrying a pack on their backs.
The twins had placed a disillusionment charm on themselves and on Ron, as Ron was still not of age to use magic outside of school yet.
They were going to search for Harry on their own. Their first stop will be number Four Privet drive to see if they could find any clues there that would lead them to Harry.
The twins had a few extra items on them. Around their waist were special belts they had designed. The belts contained some of their more not so friendly products. There were nine pouches in all, one containing healing potions, another with several vials of a capsule version of veritiserum, and a few other specialty items that they had been working on.

George paused on the bottom step- he had heard a noise.
“Ron I know your there,” Hermione stepped out from the parlor into the front hall.
Ron took out his wand, “Take off the spell,” Ron whispered to his brothers. He made the motion with his wand, making it seem that he was the one to take it off to throw off any suspicion of anyone else with him.
“What do you want, Hermione?” Ron asked, walking down the rest of the stairs, making sure not to hit his brothers.
Hermione gave him a disapproving look.
“Ron, you can’t go looking for Harry!” Hermione hissed, her hands on her hips doing a very good impression of Molly Weasley.
“And why can’t I, Hermione? I’m not just going to stand by while I can be doing something to find my best friend,” Ron quietly argued so none of the adults would hear them.
“Dumbledore-” Hermione started but Ron cut him off.
“Hermione don’t! Who cares what Dumbledore said? When have we listened to him before? When have we followed the rules? If our situations were reversed, Harry wouldn’t hesitate to come and find you!”
That got Hermione to stop for a second and think.
“Ron, its way to dangerous. What if Death eaters and Voldemort catch you? You’ll be dead in seconds.” Hermione looked distraught.
“If that happens then so be it. I know that took the step to find my friend. What has Dumbledore done to try and find Harry? Called a meeting and that was that?” Ron took her by her shoulders.
“Don’t say anything more, you’re not going to change my mind. You can stay here, you can alert the others of where I’m going, but at this point I don’t care. I’m gone.”
Ron took a step back, a hand behind his back signaling to one of the twins to re-administer the spell while raising his wand.
“This will probably be the last time you see me again Hermione. I wish you luck in whatever you do.”
Ron raised his wand and he ‘disappeared’, camouflaging into his surroundings. He left Hermione standing there, biting her lower lip to keep from crying.
Once the three were outside, Ron took one last look at Grimmauld place. Fred placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, before the others find out we’re gone.”
Ron gave a nod and allowed Fred to side Aparate him to Privet Drive.

The three appeared on the quiet street. They looked around to make sure that no was about before muttering ‘finite incantatem’.
“Come on we need to hurry,” George stated before taking off down the road reading all the numbers on each house they passed.
“There,” Fred pointed to the house. Most of the lights were off, and something was flickering through one of the front windows. It must be one of those televisions that their dad had mentioned.
The three crept up to the front door, Ron and Fred looking around as George pulled out a set of lock picking tools. Ever since they had picked the lock on the cupboard under the stairs here, two years previously, George had chosen to carry a professional lock picking kit.
Seconds later the locked clicked, and George slowly turned the handle and opened the door. They quietly snuck into the house.
They walked into the house towards what seemed to be the living room. Ron poked his head around the door frame and saw Harry’s fat uncle squeezed into an arm chair watching the electrical box. Harry’s aunt was sitting on a two Seater.
“Mr. Dursley, Mrs Dursley,” Ron called out stepping into the room, his brothers flanking him, their wands pointed at the two muggles.
Vernon jumped to his feet as his wife screamed.
The three youngest Weasley boys saw a large bruise on the side of the wife’s face, and the man’s arm in a cast.
“What are you freaks doing in my house?! The boy isn’t here any more,” Vernon spat, his face turning an ugly purple colour as his wife paled.
“Oh we know,” Fred gave a grin, his grip tightening on his wand.
“We want to know where he is and if he left on his own?” George twirled his wand through his fingers.
“One of your kind took him, I told that to your headmaster,” Vernon clenched his fists. He really wanted to beat the three boys for daring to enter his home.

The twins shared a look.
“We know that,” Ron rolled his eyes. “But we want you to describe the person who took him.”
“Why should we tell you freaks anything?” Petunia finally found her tongue and stood beside her husband.
“If you don’t tell us willingly, then we’re just going to have to force you,” George gave an evil grin.
“We’re not telling you anything-now get out of my house.” Vernon advanced on the three, swinging his good fist.

The large brute’s fist caught Ron in the jaw before either George or Fred could cast a spell.
Within seconds, the enormous man fell to the ground in a body bind followed by his wife.
George took a veritiserum capsule out of his belt and marched over to the man. He gave him a sharp kick to the stomach. The man grunted in pain and George knelt down to pry the bastard’s mouth open. He popped the capsule into Vernon’s mouth, holding it closed and pinching his nose. Vernon swallowed it.
He waited until it took effect before he started to question the man.

“Who took Harry?”
“I don’t know who took the freaks, never got his name.” Vernon looked like he was struggling not to say anything.
“Describe the man in full detail,” Fred insisted.
Ron stood back and watched his brothers work, while rubbing at his jaw. He was very thankful that it wasn’t broken.
“He was young looking. Brown hair, greying around the temples. His eyes kept flashing between brown to amber. And his teeth had fangs. He was super strong.”
“That almost sounds like Lupin.” Ron spoke up. “His wolf must have started to show.”
The twins stared at their brother.
“What?” Ron gave a mild glare. “I read…”
“Why would Lupin wolf out?” Fred asked.
“Maybe he thought Harry was being threatened or mistreated in any way?” George put in.
The three brothers turned their gaze back to the two bound Dursleys.
“Fred, George, check out the rest of the house for anything.”
The twins bounded off while Ron stepped over the two Dursleys and sat himself on the arm of the couch.
Fred took the upstairs while George took the main floor and basement.
Fred looked in each room.
The one that Harry had been in was changed into an office. The door had even been replaced. Beside that was the guest bedroom, which seemed to be normal.
Crossing the hall he opened another door. It smelled freshly painted and looked to be another guest bedroom.
Fred frowned when he shut the door- there were only two more rooms left. One had to the master bedroom, the other: a bathroom. So what happened to Harry’s cousin’s room? He didn’t seem to be old enough to move out yet.
George looked in the cupboard under the stairs, where Harry’s trunk was stored before. The cupboard only had cleaning supplies in it.
‘There is only the parlor, kitchen, living room, and powder room on this floor, and nothing seemed to be jumping out at me.’ George thought to himself.
He walked back into the kitchen and stared at the basement door.
“He couldn’t have?” George frowned before opening the door.
He was hit with a rotting odor. It smelt like the basement back at Grimmauld place. Fred and George had been in charge of cleaning it, but after they found two skeletons with still flesh on them, they had refused to touch anything down there.
George rushed down the stairs and almost stumbled off the last step with what he found.
“Hey Mates, I think I found something,” He yelled up as he walked further into the basement, staring all around him trying to guess what had happened down here.
George heard his twin and younger brother thunder down the stairs. He heard their gasps behind him.
“By Merlin,” Ron stared wide eye at all the blood.
Some spots had dried up, others looked like rust.
“Those bastards!” Fred hissed as he found the bloody pliers and the bowl of what seemed to be finger nails.
There were two people chained down here,” George stated as he focused on the far wall. His brother came beside him.
“Harry’s cousin?” Fred asked.
“Why would you say that? The last time we were here, it looked like they spoiled him,” Ron asked, giving Fred a weird look.
“Harry’s old room was turned into an office, and there was no signs of a teenage boy’s room.”
“Muggles are weird,” George commented.
Fred shook his head. “No, there was no sign of any type of sports team posters, or girls, or guy pictures anywhere on the walls. And the floors were bare of clothing.”
“Why would the Dursley’s chain up their own son?” George pondered.
“I don’t care, I’m going to kill them,” Ron took out his wand and marched back up stairs.
The twins stared at each other before racing after their brother.
“Ron wait!” They caught up to him just inside the living room, where they caught his arms and tried to wrestle his wand away.
“You can’t kill them. Think of Harry,” George tried to reason.
“That why I will kill them. I’m thinking of Harry,” Ron growled struggling to get out of their hold.
“Ron wait. We need answers first.” Fred insisted. “We know why Remus wolfed out. He smelt Harry’s blood. But we don’t know if Harry is dead and we don’t know about his cousin.”
Ron calmed slightly.
“Ask quickly.”

The twins hesitantly let go of their brother’s arms.
Fred approached the two adults.
“Why did you chain your son up in the basement? And is Harry alive?”
Vernon glared.
“Our so called son, is one of you. He’s a freak of nature. When we found out he had magic we decided to get rid of it.”
George placed a hand on Ron’s shoulder to stop him from doing anything stupid.
“And what of Harry? Is he still Alive?” Fred repeated.
“When I left the boy with parting words he was still alive. But after what was revealed he could have easily taken his own life before that man got here.”
“What did you say to him?!” Ron growled out.
Vernon gave a crazed laugh. “Only the truth. That your headmaster encouraged me to teach the boy a lesson, to keep him weak. That your family has taken money from the boy’s vaults. That the girl took money too. I told him that you weren’t really his friends.”
Fred lashed out, kicking the man in the face.
The other two were just about to follow suit when they hear several loud pops, much like a car back firing.
It was clear that other people had just apparated into the area.
“Ron quick,” Fred gestured for his brother to come to him.
“Meet by the leaky cauldron.” Fred told his brother before they apperated.
George looked to the door and apparated just as it blew open.
Voldemort blew the door apart of Number Four Privet Drive.
“My Lord, something is wrong,” Greyback stated.
Voldemort looked to the wolf.
“What is it?” He had been weary of warded houses since that fateful night at Godric’s Hollow.
Greyback sniffed the air. “Blood, some fresh and some very stale.” He sniffed again. “Magical users were here.” The wolf entered the home, sniffing out the odors much like a bloodhound.
Voldemort and the other Death Eaters followed the wolf into the home. The Death Eaters fanned out, going to different parts of the house. Greyback followed his nose to the basement, while Voldemort walked into the living room.
The Dark Lord stopped quickly, almost tripping over the two muggles laying on the floor. He noticed that they were still alive, but bound, much like a body bind.
The two muggles noticed him and their eyes widened in fear. Voldemort gave a chuckle when he smelt urine in the air. The fat one had just wet himself.
“Tell me what happened here or I will kill you.” Voldemort peered down at them.
“Three freaks broke into our home and did this to us,” The male spoke.
“My lord, there’s old blood everywhere in the basement.” Greyback was back.
“The room and the rest of the house is empty my lord?” The other Death Eaters appeared.
“Where issss Potter?” Voldemort hissed out. His red eyes flashed angrily.
“He was taken two days ago.”
“Who took him?” Voldemort took his wand out.
The woman whimpered at seeing it.
“The freaks that were just here said something about a man named Lupin.”
Voldemort hissed and sent two curses at them. They were the same ones that he used on Bellatrix earlier.
Voldemort turned and stormed out of the house as two wet explosions were heard. His faithful Death Eaters at his heals.
“Find out if that old fool has him,” Voldemort ordered to MacNair and Nott. They apparated away.
“Greyback, see if you can locate your wayward pup.”
The werewolf nodded and ran off into the clump of trees at the end of the street.
Voldemort turned to his two remaining Death Eaters.
“You two, go retrieve the seer from Hogwarts,” Voldemort commanded and disappeared into thin smoke.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Phases of the Night