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Draco, What Have You Done?	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 59191 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Chapter 4

“Good morning,” Tom said to Sirius and Harry after stepping into their room. Like the night before, that smug smirk was plastered on his face. The more he thought about this, though he knew big issues were coming from it, the more he liked it. It wasn't something he had thought of, of course, but he did like it. Glancing around, he waited. Neither of them looked fully awake, honestly, and had the appearance of people who hadn't slept well. That was expected, of course. From what the elves assigned to keep watch over the two reported, neither had slept much, sitting up most of the night and talking. He had yet to run through the report of what was said, but doubted it would help anything. It was just something he wanted to know for his own information. Nothing more than that.

“Fuck off,” Sirius snarled, shaking his head as he flopped down in the chair. Watching Harry head to the loo, he rested his elbows on his knees, head down. This sure as hell wasn't the way to start what he was already certain was a nightmarish day in the offing.

Conjuring a chair, Tom settled into it, crossing his legs and waiting for Harry to join them. That way he didn't have to go over this twice. For now, he would ignore Sirius' language and what he implied. Later on—they would see about that and what presented itself.

Seeing Harry come in and give him a wary look, not to mention a pained wince, then taking a seat by Sirius, Tom launched in. Figuring to sweeten the pot, so to speak, he said, “I have feelers out to try to find out what transpired and who was involved. All I know thus far is that something big happened at the school and the DMLE is involved in the matter. That's expected, though, what with the potion that was used. It's just going to take time for some of my contacts to come up with names and who did what. With what I know, I should have the most basic of ideas before the day is over. By tomorrow, I'll know the full story.”

Rubbing a hand over his face, Sirius shook his head then picked up his tea and took a big drink. He was nowhere near alert enough to deal with this shite yet and he had to get there because of who they were dealing with. “I'm going to hurt whoever did this. And if it was on purpose, worse than anything I've done before in my life. I don't care how young they are.”

“Oh, revenge is something I'm planning for,” Tom assured him. After thinking it over, he narrowed the list down of who he thought might have pulled this stunt and it was a short one. All them were also children of Death Eaters. If that were the case, retribution was coming, in a very painful way, for not only the ones that pulled this stunt, but their parents as well. However, that had to wait. Other areas were more pressing and needed tending to.

Continuing, he said, “I've gotten my hands on a few more books on the topic. I'll read them over to see if we can get a foreshadowing of what else may be coming from this mess. Let me see what I can find. If they don't have what we need, I can find others.” Eyes flitting to Harry, who winced slightly, he added, tone thoughtful, “Because there is already something that makes no sense.”

“I know what my magical signature is and what it means,” he said before they could ask. “It doesn't match either of yours. I have the spell to test yours. Sirius, you can run that. It's my thought that the two of you are the ones that are compatible and I'm a false positive due to the connection with Harry's scar. If that's the case, we then need to figure out what the connection is. That will not only give us a way to stop the pain Harry gets, but shed some light on any other spanners this might toss at us. And how it affects what's going on.”

Sirius' first instincts were to tell the man to fuck off once more. He didn't, though. Some of this they needed to know so they could get a feeling for what might come. That and how it related then how bad it would get. That they needed, desperately. Groaning then downing the last of his tea, he nodded after filling it again and adding what he wanted. After another bracing sip, he said, tone icy, “Whatever spells need used, I'm doing them on Harry and him on me. All there is to it.” No way in hell was he letting the bastard cast anything on them if he could at all help it. Sure, the book they found last night told them that they couldn't hurt each other, but, considering who in the hell they were dealing with, he wasn't taking any chances.

“Something easily done,” Tom told him, having expected that. Pulling some parchments out of his robes, he said, “I have what we need here. It explains what they are and how to use them. I would suggest we try the magical signature first to test the theory.”

Taking the parchments warily, Sirius looked over what was there. The spell for the magical signature was one he knew, actually, having used it in the DMLE when working. Nodding, he pulled his wand then cast it on Harry, making sure the readings recorded on a blank sheet. Quickly, he walked Harry through the spell and had him do the same. Picking up the parchments when finished, he looked at them, brow furrowed. His and Harry's were almost identical, thus the compatibility. Voldemort's, though, wasn't even close. Shaking his head, looking it over, he then passed them to the maniac and said, “Yours doesn't match.”

“I didn't think it would,” Tom said, glancing over the readings. “You are probably the true match. That doesn't honestly mean much, from what I read this morning on the magical compatibility. It just means the two of you would be good working together, thus being plenty effective. Mine, though—I have a feeling the connection with Harry is what drew me into this. Because I shouldn't have ended up involved.” Looking at Harry, he said, “Run the other spell on his scar. It'll test for almost everything we could think of. If we find something, we'll know how to proceed from there.”

Shooting a wary look at Voldemort, Sirius read over the spell, though. Oh yes, they needed as much information as they could get. If this wasn't breakable, it also meant that they had to stop the pain Harry was getting. It wouldn't help anything. Running through the wand movement to make sure he had it down, Sirius then cast the spell, taking the slip out of the end of his wand when it recorded it after several minutes. Brow furrowed as he looked at it, he asked, completely baffled, “A Horcrux? What the fuck? How is he a Horcrux?”

Looking over Sirius' shoulder at the reading, Harry shook his head then asked, “What's a Horcrux?”

Eyes going wide as he comprehended what this meant, Tom took the slip of paper from Sirius and read it. Shaking his head, he muttered, “And me not dying that night now makes sense. The same with so much else.” Stopping, he looked at Harry then explained, before Sirius could, “It means a piece of me is imbedded in your scar. It was an accident that took place that night years ago.” Shaking his head, though grinning internally as he now knew the meaning of that prophecy, he then scribbled out a spell that would stop the pain, casting something like a barrier around the portion of his soul embedded in that scar. Passing that over to the sick looking Sirius, he said, “Use that on him. It should stop the pain and make it to where it is sealed off from the rest of his body.”

Feeling ill as he knew what a Horcrux was and assuming where it came from, Sirius took the spell then looked it over. It seemed safe enough as he could deduce what most of it meant. Quickly, he got the wand movement down then cast it. After a minute, he asked Harry, “Is the pain gone?”

“Yeah, it's gone,” Harry said with a nod, reaching up to rub his scar, relieved that the twinging stopped.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius breathed, scrubbing a hand over his face and shaking his head. The knowledge that a piece of the murdering arsehole's soul was embedded in Harry's scar because of his mother's murder was enough to make him sick. Reaching out to rub Harry's head, he looked at the evil arse, not sure what to say. Harry—no way in hell was he treating him any differently because of this. Harry had it all along, so it didn't matter. “I want it out of his scar, now,” he told Voldemort, tone icy.

“Unless you want me to cast the Killing Curse on him to cause his death, then I can't,” Tom told him mildly. “That's the only way I know it can be removed from a living being. Let me see what I can find to pull it back. That will take research, though.” Snorting, he added, “I wouldn't have done that on purpose, Sirius. A living being isn't something you want a piece of your soul in. They are too easy to lose. It was an accident.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Sirius shook his head and shivered at the thought of Harry dying to remove that then said, tone hard, “Find something.”

“I will,” Tom assured him with a snort. “I would rather have it back where it belongs.”

“Killing Curse?” Harry stammered, eyes wide, glancing between the two.

Rubbing Harry's back, Sirius said, “That's not happening. Even if he wanted to, the spell wouldn't work if what happened last night is any indication. It just means we have to find another way to get it out. Nothing more than that.” However, as he thought about that, his mind skipped to that prophecy and what Albus might know about this mess. That had him curious.

“I can't hurt you, so you have nothing to fear,” Tom said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. He was very pleased with this bit of information, that's for sure. It helped in many ways, not the least of which was whatever plans that barmy old man had were now moot. “I do have one bit of information. Just so you know,” Tom told them, looking smug again. Before they could ask, he said, “Albus sent out everyone he could find to look for us. I won't tell you how I know, just that I do and it's been reported to me. He won't find us, that I can assure you. And it won't help him if he does. Why he's bothering I don't know. Nothing can separate us at this juncture.”

Looking at Voldemort, Sirius didn't know what to say. He was wide awake, but needed time to process so much of this as it was hard to take. One thing he did know, though, was that if that book was right, if Albus could find them but couldn't do a damned thing. There was no separating them. And that helped nothing, especially his mood. Shaking his head, he sighed, not sure what to say.

“I'm going to leave you two to your own devices while I tend to some matters and see what else I can find on that potion, what it does, how it'll affect everything and anything else. When I know something, I'll let you know.” Not waiting for an answer, Tom stood and swept out, plenty pleased with this turn of events. It was very good and would only help him.

Watching him go, Harry asked, after the door shut, “What is a Horcrux exactly? And what part of him is embedded in my scar?” That he wanted to know because he was sure neither of them were telling him everything.

Sighing, Sirius' head dropped back as he debated what to say on the topic. After a minute or so, he finally decided to give it up. After all, Harry had a right to know as it was tied in with this nightmare. Quickly, he gave the most basic rundown he could. Seeing his godson's horrified look, he soothed, “It’s nothing to worry about. That spell sealed it off to stop the pain. It's not affected you much and won't now. It just means we need to find a way to get it out at some point. Even if we don't, it's not going to bother you. Don't worry about it.”

“That's disgusting,” Harry squeaked, shivering.

“Oh yes,” Sirius sighed with a nod. “We'll manage. Don't worry. As long as the pain's gone, you're fine for now.”

Shaking his head, shivering, Harry didn't know what to say or how to react to that. Swallowing thickly, he decided he couldn't handle that on top of the rest of what was going on, so he was going to focus somewhere else. Quietly, looking at the floor, flushing, he asked, “That dream, hallucination, whatever it was we had before ending up here—what do you think that meant? I mean, it didn't seem real, but it has to figure in.” This was something he was wondering about as it had to tie into this mess in some way.

Pulling Harry close and slipping an arm around him, Sirius held him there then thought it over, rubbing a hand over his mouth then smoothing down his goatee. That had to come into play somewhere in this mess, he was sure of it. Pondering it, he said, tone distracted, “I think it was real, at least in some way, just not physically. The only thing I can think of is that it was a way to consummate the bond in some manner. Like, maybe, tie us together. The coma bit—that was probably what everyone saw. Just—not sure there, but I’m damned certain it was real in some way.”

Looking down as he thought that over, Harry gave an internal sigh. He wasn't sure how he would cope knowing what they did. Add that on with the rest and—yeah, he wasn't going to handle this well. Sirius had fucked him in the arse and he had given head to Voldemort. That was all nightmare inducing. Not wanting to focus on that, he asked, hoping to get away from the uncomfortable area, “What can we expect from this? I mean, besides what we know about being good and stuck.”

“I don't know either,” Sirius sighed. “Other than we're together and it's doubtful we can do anything about it. We'll see. I'm sure we can get that arse to give us some of the books so we at least know what the hell to expect. That and if we can find some kind of wiggle room in this. I don't know. Let's see what we can manage. Whatever it is won't be anything that will get us out of here. That we're stuck with. Though we do need to figure out why in the hell it pulled us here of all places. I don't get that bit. Because I sure as hell don't feel safe.”

Shaking his head, Harry didn't know what to say until he thought it over. Quietly, he said, “Maybe safest, not safe.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked, curious, looking at him.

“You said it would pull us to the safest place, right?” Seeing his godfather nod, Harry said, “That would mean for all of us. Hogwarts is safe. We get that. Voldemort wouldn't be safe there. Or Grimmauld Place. Here he is. So are we. He told us none of his followers, or anyone else, knows where this is. Which means we're all in the safest place of the three choices.” Shrugging, he added, “I don't know if that's true or not, it's just a guess.”

“It makes sense,” Sirius told him honestly, not having thought about that. “It might not be exactly right, but I bet its part of it.” Reaching out to ruffle Harry's hair, he grinned then said, “Good thinking!” Snorting, he added, “I sure don't feel safe, but we're working with it. We'll figure it out eventually as I doubt he's telling us everything we need to know on the topic. That'll come, I'm sure.”

“I don't either, but I have you, so I'm good. And, yeah, I'd like to know what's coming so I don't completely freak out,” Harry grinned. “The last day has been bad enough, so I want to know what's coming if we can at all manage it!”

“Same here,” Sirius agreed, though smiling about the part where it dealt with him. “How about we get something to eat then see about napping a little. If we do it in shifts with one of us awake, we should be fine. Hell, even if the other just lies down, it should help. Because we won't be at our best as tired as we are. That we need to manage to deal with this shite!”

“Something I can deal with,” Harry nodded. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, so sleeping might be a good idea.

Sending for an elf, Sirius had the creature go get them something to eat. While they waited, he said, “When we feel a bit better, we can explore the room. It's huge so there's bound to be plenty to explore. That can help. Plus, we'll know what's where. That we need.”

“That's another bit that sounds good, cause just sitting here is going to make me mental.” Harry admitted.

“Makes two of us,” Sirius grinned, giving Harry a squeeze. He thought they both needed to sleep as there was much to try to figure out as well as watch for. They couldn't do that if they were dead on their feet.

“I can't stay,” Albus said as he sat down at the head of the table at Grimmauld Place with a groan. “The only reason I managed to pop over was I was at the DMLE.” Seeing concerned faces from Remus, Molly and a couple of others, he shook his head, “What I know is this; the DMLE plans to throw the book at the three boys. They are talking Azkaban. The Board is already pressing for expulsion. What will come—I don't know. I'm sure Lucius is going to use some influence to get something cut down, but he won't manage much. There are serious consequences to their actions. And there will be little Lucius can do to mitigate them.” Sighing, he shook his head then added, “Plenty of students in the school are also in trouble. That potion was brewed in full view of anyone in that dorm. Considering how it smelled and other bits, we think most of the dorm knew as well. Which leaves us with a big mess. What will come of that, I don't know.”

“What about Harry and Sirius?” Remus asked, trembling slightly. From what he heard from those checking in, no one could find a trace of any of them. That had them all worried sick.

“I don't know,” Albus admitted with a sad shake of his head. “We'll keep looking. Even if we do find them, there is nothing I can think of that will allow us to get them away from Tom. That bond will prevent that. All we could manage is to keep watch, nothing more.” Looking around, he said, “We also need to clear out of this house. Fast. I may be the Secret Keeper, but Sirius owns it. That may cause plenty of issues. Which means we need to find a better place for headquarters. I'm sure Tom knew about this place before last night, but had no way to do anything about it. He may now. I don't know. It's better safe than sorry. We'll find somewhere else to use. This one isn't safe. So, I want everyone to make sure we have anything and everything pertaining to Order business out then Remus can lock the wards completely down and I'll make him the Secret Keeper. That way if Sirius can get in contact and do something, he won't have to expose himself to a castle full of people to manage it.”

After seeing plenty of nods over that, Molly asked, tone watery, “Is there anything we can do to break the bond? Anything at all?”

“Nothing,” Albus sighed, shaking his head. “It's the reason that potion is classified as Dark. Well, one of them. There is nothing we can do but hope.”

“What Sirius and Harry know about us is something we don't want in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's hands!” Remus said, tone quivering.

“And there is nothing we can do about that either, but protect ourselves the best we can,” Albus told him, slumping. “Young Mr. Malfoy has no idea just what he's done. Or the advantage he's given that side to cause hell.” Quietly, he said, “Severus is going to do all he can to see what he can find for us when he's summoned. That's the area I hold out the most hope for. Let's see what he can find. If nothing else, hopefully Sirius can slip Severus a message of some kind. I'll have Minerva and Filius see if they can help devise something so we can manage to get a message to Sirius. The Patronus is a bad idea as Tom may end up seeing it. If he does, that will cause more problems for the other two. We don't want to chance that as we have no idea how bad it is for them. We'll find something, somewhere, to work with this mess. Just give me time to see what I can manage.” Seeing nods, he stood with a groan then said, “I have to get back to the castle. When I know something, I'll send a message.” With that, he swept out, going to deal with the nightmare he knew was waiting on him when he got there. All he hoped was that he could find a way to make time to work on the issues that were now there and find a way to help. If he didn't, all they had fought for all these years was lost.

Watching Albus go, Remus shook his head. Glancing around the table, he said, “We need to gather everything and get out. No sense chancing this. Let's see what we can do. First, we'll get everything together then we'll decide where to take it. After that, we'll let Albus know.” Seeing nods, he stood to go look in the most obvious places, worried about not only his old friend, but Harry. Oh yes, Sirius could handle himself and was rabid about protecting Harry, but none of them had to deal with the situation his friend found himself in now. All he hoped was that Sirius held true to form and could manage something to keep them safe. If he could do that, they would all come up with something to help from there. It just meant Sirius needed to buy them time, nothing more. Quietly, he also hoped that Sirius was giving You-Know-Who all kinds of hell and would fight him every step of the way. That could only help all of them and give them the time they needed to come up with something.
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