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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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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 –
The light hit Harry, and his world went dark; he could no longer hear his friends, and he felt no pain from the killing curse. In fact, everything had happened as Nagini said it would; any minute now he should hear the shouts again and feel the pain of surviving the curse again…Only, that didn’t happen. Instead, Harry smelled fresh cut grass and hear the sound of water running over rocks. Frowning, Harry opened his eyes and pushed himself to his knees; looking around he saw that he was in an unfamiliar place.
Harry was standing in what appeared to be a garden; there were numerous flowers around him in every color, as well as a few trees for shade. A babbling brook ran across the garden, going under the large stone wall that encircled it. Harry walked over to the wall and began searching for a door, but the wall appeared to be perfectly smooth with no gate or door, and no hand holds to climb over it. Harry checked the place where the brook came under the wall, but the opening was too small for Harry to fit through, and he couldn’t see anything beyond it.
“What on earth are you doing, love?” The question had Harry jumping to his feet and spinning around-only to nearly fall over when he saw who was standing behind him. The speaker was a young woman with hair that shone like rubies in the sunshine and eyes an even more brilliant green than his own. Standing next to her was a man with the same unruly black hair he saw in the mirror every day, wearing a pair of round spectacles that greatly resembled his own.
“Mum? Dad?” Harry whispered, unable to believe his eyes.
“Yes, love,” Lily smiled, “It’s us.” She moved forward and pulled Harry into a hug, and after a moment he responded, wrapping his arms tight around her waist and burying his head in her shoulder. “Oh, Harry! We are so proud of you!”
“Very proud,” James agreed reaching around his wife to place a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “You’ve been put through so much, but you’ve stayed strong through it all, and you never gave into the darkness.”
“How could I?” Harry asked, pulling back a little from his mom’s embrace, “Not when you both gave your lives to protect me; I could never give into the evil that took you from me.” Lily’s smile grew brighter, and she took Harry by the hand, leading both him and James over to a bench that Harry hadn’t noticed before; this reminded him of the concern he’d had earlier.
“Where are we?” he asked, “Am I dead?”
“In a way,” Lily replied, “When the curse hit you it attacked the piece of Voldemort’s soul within you; the hatred Voldemort felt when he cast the curse was so strong that it not only destroyed the remaining piece of his soul, but it damaged you as well. Under normal circumstances you would be dead, with no choice but to move on-”
“But your circumstances are never normal,” James interrupted with a grin, “You just had to go and get engaged to a faerie prince, didn’t you?”
“Hey, not my fault!” Harry protested, “No one told me the Goblin King was real; how was I supposed to know Draco would show up and force me to take on the challenge in exchange for freeing Dudley?”
“But those weren’t the terms, were they?” Lily’s smile turned mischievous, “He sent Dudley back, and you wagered your own freedom on the challenge; no one forced you to do that.”
“And then you tricked yourself into losing,” Harry felt his face flush as James laughed at him, “That was a hoot to watch!”
“Stop teasing, James,” Lily reproached him gently, “We still have more to tell him.”
“Right,” James said, a grin still on his face, “So, since you’re betrothed to Draco Malfoy a sort of bond has begun to form between you; the bond isn’t as solid as it will be after you actually get married, but it’s strong enough so that you can go back if you choose. Or, you can stay here.”
“I wouldn’t recommend staying,” Lily said, “As much as I would love to spend more time with you, I believe your fiancé might be less than understanding.”
“He’d find a way to bring me back and make me regret leaving him,” Harry agreed, smiling as he thought about the blond waiting for him; then a thought occurred to Harry, and he frowned. “Then again, I’m probably going to be in big trouble for not telling him my plan. Maybe it would be safer for me to stay here?” Lily and James both shook their heads, smiling at their son.
“No, Love,” Lily said, “It isn’t your time yet. You still have so much life to live…”
“Not to mention you have to make sure the Potter name continues,” James added, smirking at his son, “Can’t wait to see you after you get pregnant!”
“What? Who said I was getting pregnant?” Harry demanded, “I mean, I know I can, but maybe I’d rather adopt!”
“Yeah right!” James laughed, “You’re too much like your mom; deny it all you like, but you know you’re looking forward to having your own baby someday.” Harry glared at his father for a moment before dropping his gaze.
“So?” he pouted, “Maybe I would like to have a baby someday, but that doesn’t mean I like the thought of being pregnant!”
“It’s not nearly as scary as it seems,” Lily told him, “When it happens you’ll be ready.” Lily frowned and looked up, then turned to look behind them before facing Harry once more with a watery smile. “It looks like our time is up,” she said, “the doorway back has appeared.” Harry looked behind him and saw that some of the stones in the wall had begun to melt away, forming an arch through which he could see a distorted view of his friends.
“I-I don’t want to leave Draco,” Harry said, “but I don’t want to leave you two either.”
“You won’t,” Lily said, standing and pulling Harry with her, “You’ll always be in our hearts, and we’ll always be with you.” She gave Harry a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then stepped back so that James could say goodbye.
“You really have made us proud,” James said, pulling Harry into a tight hug, “No matter what you do, we’ll always be proud of you…we’ll always love you.” He released Harry and gave him a gentle push towards the newly formed archway.
“I love you too,” Harry said, “Bye Mum; bye Dad.” Harry walked to the archway, and then turned back to look at them one last time; the picture was one right out of his memory-Lily smiling with tears running down her face, while James had an arm around her waist, exactly as they had been the first time Harry had seen his parents in the Mirror of Erised. The image made Harry smile, and gave him the strength he needed to turn around and step through the archway….
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When the apparition coordinates had appeared, Draco found he wasn’t altogether shocked to find that they were for Malfoy Manor. The group had landed in the upstairs hallway, and Narcissa and Draco had split everyone into two groups to search the living quarters. They had come across many rooms which looked as though the occupant had left suddenly, and then they came upon several rooms that had wards around the doors. These rooms contained the higher level Death Eater’s, including Greyback and his aunt Bellatrix. Sirius had stepped forward to take care of Bellatrix, dueling her with all his fury at having fallen to her wand the previous year; Bellatrix had gotten cocky, and Sirius was able to kill her. Severus took care of Greyback by throwing a potion he had made himself-it was concentrated silver and wolfs bane, and had killed the werewolf almost instantly.
Once they had checked every room, the group had made their way downstairs and eventually to the ballroom, which is where they were now. Draco stopped just outside the large doors and turned to address the entire group, which consisted of the Ron, Ginny and the twins, Hermione, Neville, Pansy, Blaise, Luna, Narcissa, Sirius and Severus. “Okay, right through here is the ballroom; they’ll probably be inside, so we need to be ready.”
Draco pushed open the doors just in time to see Voldemort point his wand at Harry.
“No! Harry!” Draco cried, rushing into the room as a jet of green light shot towards his fiancé; the rest of the group followed, all crying out for Harry, but it was too late. Draco watched helplessly as the green light hit Harry, encasing him in a sickly green glow, before rebounding back on Voldemort; Voldemort screamed, his body turning to ash, but all Draco could see was Harry-his Harry-falling to the floor, those once-brilliant green eyes now wide and lifeless. “Harry!” He choked out; falling to his knees, Draco pulled the brunet to him and bowed his head to hide his tears.
“Oh, Harry!” He heard Hermione’s heart-broken cry as she fell down opposite him, reaching out to place a shaking hand over Harry’s chest. He heard Hermione start to cry, and reached out a hand; Hermione grasped it tightly, even as Ron sank down and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Sirius was silent as he too knelt on the ground near his godson, reaching out to take one of Harry’s lifeless hands in his own. Narcissa knelt behind Draco, hugging him from behind and reaching out with one hand to caress Harry’s dark locks.
Draco was vaguely aware that the twins, Neville, Ginny, Pansy and Blaise were all standing a little further back, while Severus was walking over to the fallen Voldemort-or rather, the pile of ashes that had once been the most powerful dark wizard of their time. Luna was-Luna was spinning around in circles and singing:
“Harry killed the wizard-the dark lord Voldemort. Why? Because, because, because, because, because…all the horrible things he did. Ding dong, this wizard’s dead-the curse exploded his head!”
“How can you sound so happy?” Pansy demanded, “Harry is dead! I thought he was your friend!”
“Hmm?” Luna tilted her head curiously, “Of course Harry is my friend; he was the first friend I ever had. The blibbering humdingers said he’ll be back though, so I’m not sad. Really, if you just learned to listen you wouldn’t be so upset. I wonder, do you think Voldemort would have melted if we had just poured water on him? After all, it worked for Dorothy.”
“Luna,” Neville began hesitantly, “Harry is-he really is dead; he isn’t breathing.”
“Breathing is over-rated,” Luna said dismissively; Draco tried to tune the conversation out, but he couldn’t stop the anger he felt at Luna’s casual attitude; was everything a joke to her?
“Calm down, darling,” Narcissa murmured, “She doesn’t mean anything by it; Luna handles things differently than the rest of us. When she acknowledges what truly happened she’ll be as heartbroken as the rest of us.”
Narcissa kissed the top of his head, and Draco nodded; he couldn’t really blame Luna for her denial-he wished he could pretend Harry was still alive.
“Why?” he whispered, cupping Harry’s face with his hand, “Why did you do it? You promised to come back to me!” Draco tried to hold back his tears, but it was a fruitless battle as one escaped and splashed down on Harry’s cheek.
“We should get him back to Hogwarts,” Sirius said, his voice devoid of any emotions, “He-we shouldn’t keep him here.” Draco nodded, but neither of them made any effort to move.
“I can set a port key to take us back to the school,” Severus said as he joined them.
“Harry hated port keys,” Ginny sniffled, “Ever since-ever since Cedric he can’t stand them.”
“It’s the fastest way to get back to school though,” Hermione said, “If we apparated we’d have to walk in from Hogsmeade.”
“The order will be here soon,” Narcissa said, “We need to get him out of here before they arrive.”
“I’ll open a portal,” Draco said, “I can carry him through.” Sirius nodded his agreement and slowly stood up; Hermione and Ron stood as well, and Draco felt his mother step away. Draco looked down at his fiancé, marveling at how warm he still was. He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss Harry on the forehead, and then started to let his hand drop away from the brunet’s face, only to gasp in shock as another hand held his in place. Draco’s eyes shot open, only for his gaze to be captured by the brilliant emerald eyes he had fallen in love with.
“Harry?” he whispered, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Draco,” Harry replied with a smile, “I promised you I’d come back.” Draco choked on a laugh and pulled Harry into a tight hug, reveling in the feeling of those strong arms holding him just as tightly.
“Harry!” he heard a shout from behind them, but he wasn’t sure who it came from. “Oh my God! Harry’s alive!” “He’s alive!” “Harry!” Everyone rushed over to the two boys, each person trying to hug Harry and assure themselves that he really was alive; this was made a bit difficult by the fact that Draco refused to let his fiancé go-not even Sirius could pry Draco away from his godson.
“I told you the blibbering humdingers said he was alive!” Luna sounded irritated as she watched everyone crying tears of joy at the return of their friend, “Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?”
“Don’t be mad, Luna,” Harry grinned, “Not everyone can be as clever as you; that’s why you’re in Ravenclaw.” Luna beamed at Harry and pushed through the crowd of friends to kiss him on the cheek.
“You would have believed me,” she said, “You always do, even if you can’t admit it. Oh, that reminds me; Remus and the Order are on their way.”
“Then we really should leave,” Severus said, pulling Sirius away from the boys, “Do you still wish to open a portal, Draco?”
“Yes,” Draco confirmed, “If everyone will Back Off!!” Their friends laughed and moved away, although Pansy scowled and slapped Draco upside the head as she did so. Draco got to his feet and pulled Harry up as well, and he retained the other boys hand as he opened a portal leading to their rooms.
“You can all leave now,” Draco said, “Sorry, Mother; Harry can tell his story later-I want him to myself for now.”
“Harry needs to see Madame Pomfrey,” Narcissa told her son, “We can all accompany him to the hospital wing, and he can tell his story while Madame checks him over. Once she clears Harry, then you can have him all to yourself.”
“Yes, Mother,” Draco agreed, although reluctantly, “Come on Harry; the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get back to our rooms.” Draco began pulling Harry towards the door, only to notice that the brunet was limping. He stopped and faced Harry, looking him over from head to toe and frowned; Harry was pale and shaking, and his face was covered in sweat. Draco placed a hand on his forehead and found that it was warmer than it should be.
“I’m fine,” Harry rushed to speak before Draco could say anything, “I was cursed a few times, but Madame Pomfrey can fix me right up, so let’s go.” Harry began walking again, only to stop short when Draco refused to move.
“I don’t think so,” the blond scowled, “You have a fever, you’re limping, and you probably have nerve damage from being held under crucio. Hermione-transfigure a bed for me, would you? Madame Pomfrey can come here to check you over. If you try to argue with me, I will not hesitate to put you in a body bind.” Harry pouted, but allowed Draco to lead him over to the bed Hermione had transfigured out of one of the chairs in the living room. The rest of the group made themselves comfortable, sitting on the couch, loveseat, the one remaining chair, as well as the floor.
“I’ll go get Madam Pomfrey,” Severus said, “and afterwards I will return to the manor to meet with Remus and the Order so that I can assure them Harry is safe. When I return, you will fill me in on what happened, Mutt.”
“Of course, Sev,” Sirius grinned.
“Harry…” Severus hesitated at the door and then said, “I am glad you survived. If you ever do something so foolish again, I will use you as potions ingredients.” The potions master slipped through the door before Harry could respond.
“Now, Harry,” Narcissa began, “I will not ask you how you are doing because I know you would say you are fine, when you obviously are not. Do you want any food or something to drink? Or would you like to go ahead and tell us what happened.”
“I’d like to just tell you what happened,” Harry replied, “I’m not really hungry right now. Okay, so I guess I need to start with the port key; it took me to…wherever I was, and Nagini was there. She led me to Voldemort, and I told him about me being a horcrux. He, of course, took me prisoner…”
Harry spent the next hour telling his story, only pausing to answer Madame Pomfrey’s questions when she came in to examine him. Pomfrey stayed after she checked him over, and after he finished talking she ran another diagnostic scan; as Draco told his story, she began making a list of potions she wanted Harry to take, and then she examined Draco as well, after scolding him for not coming to see her as soon as he arrived back at the school.
“Well, you appear to be healthy, Mr. Malfoy,” Pomfrey admitted reluctantly, “You are very lucky Severus was able to heal you. As for you, Mr. Potter-you do have some nerve damage from the cruciatus; you will take a potion for the next week in order to repair the nerve damage. In addition, your magical core is weakened again, however that will repair itself over time; you simply need to avoid using complex spells for the next few days. I have prescribed a few other potions for you-pain relief and sleeping potions-which you are to take as needed. I will leave the list for Severus; he should be able to brew them for you within a day or so. Now, I need to get back and check on Minerva; I would advise everyone except for Draco to leave so that Harry can get his rest.” Pomfrey began walking towards the door, and then paused, looking back at the brunet pouting on the bed; “I am very happy to see that you are alright, Harry dear.” She smiled at him and then left the room.
“The rest of us shall take our leave as well,” Narcissa said, motioning for everyone to leave, “I’m glad to have you back, Harry.” She kissed him on the forehead, then kissed Draco as well; “Make sure he rests, darling.” Narcissa moved over to the door to wait for everyone else.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again Pup,” Sirius said, giving Harry a tight hug, “I thought I’d lost you forever.”
“Sorry, Siri,” Harry said, “I’ll try not to do it again.”
“You won’t do it again,” Sirius corrected with a glare, “I’m going to depend on Draco to make sure of it.”
“Oh, Harry and I will be having a nice, long talk about reckless behavior,” Draco assured him, and Sirius nodded, moving to join Narcissa.
Hermione and Ron were next, Hermione crying and Ron grinning at Harry, then the twins told Harry they would want more details about how their products worked later. Pansy, Blaise and Ginny said their good-byes, and then Neville and Luna.
“Fawkes will bring her to you later,” Luna whispered to Harry, “So make sure you have somewhere for her to sleep.”
“Who is Fawkes supposed to be bringing?” Draco asked as their friends and family left them alone.
“Oh, probably Nagini,” Harry replied, “Remember I told you she helped me? She’s not evil now that the horcrux is gone.”
“You are very lucky that plan of hers worked,” Draco glared at his fiancé, “If you had truly died I would have followed you and made you regret it. If you ever pull something like that again-”
“I won’t!” Harry interrupted, “I promise, Dray; I would have told you the plan, but there really wasn’t enough time.”
“Well, perhaps I shall just have to stay by your side from now on,” Draco said, “At least until Dumbledore is gone.”
“I think I would kill you,” Harry commented, “Being with you-with anyone-twenty-four hours a day would probably drive me mental. Wasn’t something mentioned about getting some sleep?”
“Yes,” Draco said, “Want to head upstairs, or sleep on this transfigured bed?”
“Mm, upstairs, I think,” Harry yawned; Draco stood and took Harry by the hand, helping him stand and then the two made their way upstairs, “I could really use a shower, but I think I’d fall asleep.”
“How about a cleaning spell?” Draco suggested, casting a quick spell on both of them, “That should do until tomorrow.” The two boys changed into their pajamas, and then crawled into bed, Harry curling in close to Draco’s side, his head on the blonds shoulder.
“I’ve missed this,” Harry commented softly, “I’ve missed you, Dray.”
“I missed you too,” Draco replied, kissing the top of Harry’s head, “And, once we’ve had a chance to rest, I’m going to show you just how much I missed you.” Harry hummed sleepily, rubbing his cheek against Draco’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” he said, “tomorrow…tomorrow you can show me.” Draco’s only response was to tighten his arm around Harry, and soon the two had fallen into a peaceful sleep, content in the fact that they were together once more, and at least one of their enemies had been beat. Everything else, they decided, was a problem for another day.
AN: Just wanted to give everyone an update; After a lot of struggling to write a new chapter, I have decided to end the story here, at least for now. There will be a sequel-I promise!-but I need time to organize things and plan what comes next. Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, and I hope to see you all in the sequel. Until next time!
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