Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Love's Sacrifice
Chapter Number/Total: 44/52
Chapter Title: Love's Sacrifice
Words: 2409 Words
Macnair doused the fire with a quick flick of his wand and turned it on Harry.
Harry paid no mind to the wand pointed at him and, frankly, didn't care if they tried to take his. He hoped they allowed him to keep it, but knew he could do magic without it. He looked quickly around the room. He took in Voldemort in his chair - throne, Harry noted with disgust - the Death Eaters there, and Sirius bound and gagged. He didn't see Draco anywhere and was thankful for that. His eyes rested on Wormtail with his son and he went for him, intending to take Valen, even if he didn't know what he would do after he had him.
"Stop or It dies," Voldemort said, wand still pointed at Valen.
Harry paused. His face was so distorted with rage that it hardly looked like his own.
"Hand over your wand, Potter," Macnair sneered.
Harry glared at Macnair before fishing in his robes and handing his wand over slowly. He couldn't believe how tempted he was to curse the man.
Sirius watched fearfully, cursing himself for not having hidden the bag or done anything with it.
Draco was trembling, and not just from fear and the tension of holding his body in position. The feel of both Voldemort's magic and Harry's in the same room was like a maelstrom. Valen whimpered and Draco sympathised with the feeling.
Harry waited, watching Wormtail and Voldemort to make sure neither of them did anything to Valen. What was he to do now? Every eye in the room was on him. Making any kind of sudden move might cost his son's life.
"Come here, Harry," Voldemort said. "Stand next to your godfather."
Harry walked over, eyes on Voldemort and showing none of the fear that he felt. He stood next to Sirius.
Macnair followed Harry, keeping his wand pointed at him. His look was both triumphant and angry.
"Bind him," Voldemort said.
Sirius groaned quietly, closing his eyes.
Harry only glared at Voldemort. He could get out of the damn ropes if he wanted to. He felt hope flutter in the pit of his stomach.
Draco was sweating, wishing Voldemort would lower the damn wand. He risked looking over at his husband. He had never, ever seen anyone look as powerfully frightening and beautiful as Harry did at that moment. There was green fire in his eyes and it was radiating from him like a corona.
Macnair bound Harry with his wand, tying Harry's hands behind him and his feet together.
Snape was watching the scene with an impassive face. "You could hold him until your forces have defeated the Order at Hogwarts," he suggested.
And that was when Harry noticed Snape. He did not look at him for fear of giving him away, but he felt another flutter of hope. If Snape was still being trusted, his chances were even better.
"We could have some fun with them," Macnair suggested, grinning. "I owe this one."
"Lucius brought that on himself," Snape snapped. "After all, we all had orders to bring Potter directly to our Master."
Macnair glared at Snape.
Sweat trickled down Draco's body now, pooling on the floor near his feet.
Harry's mind was racing as he tried to think of a way to get Valen, Sirius, and Draco out of there, wherever his husband was. Not knowing made him nervous, even though he was glad that he was not there. Or perhaps he was. He could not imagine Draco simply leaving Valen, and he had been invisible. He glanced quickly around the room again.
"So, Potter, whose advice do I take?" Voldemort sneered. "Do I end this now and let your pain be over quickly? Or do I let Macnair have his way and keep you around for their sport?"
Voldemort's wand dipped down, still pointed in Valen's direction but no longer directly at the infant. It gave Draco a little room and he tried to carefully take several deep breaths through his nose. Sweat trickled down his face again and he looked down when a droplet fell, seeing the droplets pool on the floor and worrying that someone might notice.
"I don't care what you do to me," Harry said clearly. "But my son has nothing to do with this."
Wormtail was shaking with Valen, eyeing the wand in Voldemort's hand nervously. He hunkered down a bit more, trying to lower himself to the floor inch by inch so that he was not noticed.
"Behave yourself Potter and I may allow this magical abomination to live," Voldemort sneered. Macnair and several of the others laughed.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Pettigrew and saw that the man seemed to be close to putting Valen down. He waited, desperately hoping that was what the coward would do.
Harry's face distorted again, but he did not retort, although he could think of a good many insults having to do with a "magical abomination".
Wormtail finally reached the floor and sat there with Valen, not putting him down, but looking like he wanted to. He glanced at Voldemort. He was only mere inches from the sweat at Draco's feet.
Voldemort leaned back in his chair, wand resting in his hand but no longer pointed anywhere. "You have leave to teach Potter and his godfather a few things if you like," he said to Macnair and the others.
Harry clenched his hands, bracing himself for it as Sirius did the same next to him. He wished Valen wasn't in the room.
As the Death Eater's and Voldemort's attention moved to Harry completely, Wormtail placed Valen on the ground and backed slowly away from him so that he was to the side of Voldemort's throne, out of range of Voldemort's wand if he were to cast a spell at the baby.
Draco shivered in spite of the heat in the room when Voldemort spoke. He needed to get their son to safety so that their husband could fight back. So he turned slightly, his foot slipping a bit in the sweat on the floor. He looked down at his son. Valen was looking up at Draco, his eyes wide. Yes, the child was definitely looking directly at him and not just in his direction.
"Crucio," he heard Macnair cast.
Harry screamed. There was simply no way to describe the feeling of this spell other than that it was hell. He couldn't think, or breathe, or hear. He could only feel the terrible, terrible pain.
Draco shuddered and dropped to his knees, startled to feel pain lance through his body as Harry hit the floor. Valen began to wail again.
Wormtail's eyes darted to where Draco was. He looked slightly confused, as if he were about to reach out a hand.
Draco was gritting his teeth so hard he wouldn't be surprised if he cracked them. He knew if he made just one sound he would be visible. He tried to concentrate through the pain. It wasn't as bad as directly being under Cruciatus - which was what was happening to his husband.
Macnair ended the spell and crouched down beside Harry. "That was for Lucius," he said.
Harry was panting, his eyes closed. He hadn't even realised he had fallen to the ground. He wanted to spit that he would kill Lucius again if he could, but out of fear for Valen, he kept quiet. He knew he could get out of the ropes, but he didn't want anyone to know that - not until the right moment. He just didn't know what the right moment was.
Draco looked up at the ceiling. It was like the one at Hogwarts, set to show the sky outside. It had been dark, but now there was a light in the east. Sunrise. He didn't have much time if he was going to help Valen and Harry. He was on his knees beside Valen and he nodded to the baby, leaning down and wrapping his arm around the child. He didn't lift yet, but looked over, hoping Harry would glance their way. Valen stopped wailing, whimpering instead.
Wormtail frowned heavily and was still staring in Draco's direction, and now mostly at Valen, as it looked like the child had moved a little.
When Harry opened his eyes again, it was to look at Valen automatically, to make sure that nothing had happened to him while he'd been under Crucio.
Draco saw Harry look toward them. He quickly lifted their son, rolled away, and got to his feet, heading for the passage where he had left his wand.
Wormtail gasped as the baby seemed to float up into the air on its own.
Harry's eyes only widened slightly as he tried to catch Wormtail's eyes and plead with him.
Wormtail turned his head towards Voldemort and he opened his mouth, but then he saw Harry and frowned, seeming to think about something. Then it looked like he had come to a very nervous decision. He kept quiet and it was all Harry could do not to let out a sigh of relief. Peter Pettigrew had just repaid his life debt to him.
All eyes seemed to be on Harry as Macnair raised his wand again. "This one is for Bellatrix," he said.
Draco held Valen to his chest, shielding him if someone were to attack. He was shocked when he made it to the passage entrance without notice.
Harry braced himself for this next one, only glad that Draco and Valen were seemingly safe for the moment. He would make his move after this.
Sirius growled with anger.
The other Death Eaters had come closer to watch the show and laughed at Sirius. "Crucio," Macnair spat, casting the spell on Harry again, while Nott cast one on Sirius. Draco fell to his knees, crying out as the pain racked his body. Valen cried as well, fingers grasping at his skin
Harry and Sirius both screamed and writhed.
Wormtail looked like he regretted letting the baby go. Voldemort would surely be livid when he saw that the child was gone.
Draco saw his hand was visible and realised that he must have made noise. He tried to crawl, still holding Valen, into the passage, a difficult thing to do with only an arm and a half available.
After a couple minutes, Macnair and Nott released the curses again. "Oh, you have so much to pay for," Macnair taunted.
Voldemort was leaning forward, watching avidly. "Don't destroy Black's mind yet," he warned them. "I have a great interest in him."
Snape looked over his shoulder at Draco. When he saw the blond disappear into the passage, he turned back around quickly as if he had not been looking.
When the spell was released, Harry took a moment to remember where he was. When he saw that no one seemed aware of his husband or child, he centred his power, knowing that it was now or never. He released the ropes then and rolled to the side, scrambling up to his feet.
Rosier's eyes went wide and he nearly dropped his wand.
Dolohov tried to aim a spell at Harry, but Harry dove out of the way.
Sirius used the distraction to transform then and free himself. He pounced forward and latched onto Nott's wand hand, biting as hard as he could and taking a few fingers.
Draco felt the pain release him and then a surge of power as Harry went into action. He laid the infant beside the wall and picked up his own wand, casting a Shield Charm on Valen. "Be quiet," he said to the boy. "If never again, be quiet now."
Snape had drawn his wand and backed up, putting himself between the passage and anyone else.
Voldemort lifted his wand and then roared in rage when he saw that Wormtail was no longer holding Valen. He jumped to his feet and looked about for the child.
Wormtail squeaked and transformed into a rat, scurrying away.
Nott was howling in pain, trying to rip his hand from Sirius's mouth. Sirius released him and went after Rosier, who seemed to not know what to do in the chaos.
Harry's focus was on Voldemort. He ran at him, anger surging through his body.
Dolohov threw another jinx from behind Harry, knocking him to the ground on his stomach.
Voldemort strode toward Snape. "Where is the brat?" he demanded.
Snape lifted his chin and looked Voldemort in the eye. "Out of your reach," he sneered. "I suggest you focus on Potter."
The Dark Lord's face contorted in rage. He threw a hex at Snape without a word. Severus blocked it but fell back under the power, gasping.
Harry scrambled to his feet again and turned to throw a Stunner at Dolohov.
The man blocked it. "Cruc-" he shouted, but Harry knocked him to the floor with an Impediment Jinx.
Sirius had transformed again and stood fighting two Death Eaters at once, wand moving so fast it was a blur.
Snape had fallen to his knees after several more hexes, Voldemort towering over him.
Draco picked up his wand and looked out to see what was happening. He shook with anger and fear. If he helped Severus, would he be risking Valen? He raised his wand.
Harry Stunned Dolohov successfully and then looked over his shoulder. He could see Voldemort advancing on Snape and went to turn, but at that moment, Sirius cried out in pain as Rosier managed to slash him across the chest. Harry's head snapped in that direction and he threw another Impediment Jinx towards the man over his godfather.
Draco cast a shield spell over Snape but fell to his knees a moment later. "Merde'," he gasped, realising why his legs were numb as he looked up at the lightening sky.
Voldemort laughed. "You should have had more sense, Malfoy," he sneered, and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled. A jet of green light shot from his wand.
Harry's eyes widened and he spun wildly to see who Voldemort had cast the spell on.
Snape leapt from the floor and into the path of the Killing Curse. He glowed green as the spell hit him squarely in the chest.
"Severus!" Draco screamed.
Harry couldn't move at all for several seconds. He was rooted to the floor as he watched Snape crumple to the ground.
Chapter Title: Love's Sacrifice
Words: 2409 Words
Macnair doused the fire with a quick flick of his wand and turned it on Harry.
Harry paid no mind to the wand pointed at him and, frankly, didn't care if they tried to take his. He hoped they allowed him to keep it, but knew he could do magic without it. He looked quickly around the room. He took in Voldemort in his chair - throne, Harry noted with disgust - the Death Eaters there, and Sirius bound and gagged. He didn't see Draco anywhere and was thankful for that. His eyes rested on Wormtail with his son and he went for him, intending to take Valen, even if he didn't know what he would do after he had him.
"Stop or It dies," Voldemort said, wand still pointed at Valen.
Harry paused. His face was so distorted with rage that it hardly looked like his own.
"Hand over your wand, Potter," Macnair sneered.
Harry glared at Macnair before fishing in his robes and handing his wand over slowly. He couldn't believe how tempted he was to curse the man.
Sirius watched fearfully, cursing himself for not having hidden the bag or done anything with it.
Draco was trembling, and not just from fear and the tension of holding his body in position. The feel of both Voldemort's magic and Harry's in the same room was like a maelstrom. Valen whimpered and Draco sympathised with the feeling.
Harry waited, watching Wormtail and Voldemort to make sure neither of them did anything to Valen. What was he to do now? Every eye in the room was on him. Making any kind of sudden move might cost his son's life.
"Come here, Harry," Voldemort said. "Stand next to your godfather."
Harry walked over, eyes on Voldemort and showing none of the fear that he felt. He stood next to Sirius.
Macnair followed Harry, keeping his wand pointed at him. His look was both triumphant and angry.
"Bind him," Voldemort said.
Sirius groaned quietly, closing his eyes.
Harry only glared at Voldemort. He could get out of the damn ropes if he wanted to. He felt hope flutter in the pit of his stomach.
Draco was sweating, wishing Voldemort would lower the damn wand. He risked looking over at his husband. He had never, ever seen anyone look as powerfully frightening and beautiful as Harry did at that moment. There was green fire in his eyes and it was radiating from him like a corona.
Macnair bound Harry with his wand, tying Harry's hands behind him and his feet together.
Snape was watching the scene with an impassive face. "You could hold him until your forces have defeated the Order at Hogwarts," he suggested.
And that was when Harry noticed Snape. He did not look at him for fear of giving him away, but he felt another flutter of hope. If Snape was still being trusted, his chances were even better.
"We could have some fun with them," Macnair suggested, grinning. "I owe this one."
"Lucius brought that on himself," Snape snapped. "After all, we all had orders to bring Potter directly to our Master."
Macnair glared at Snape.
Sweat trickled down Draco's body now, pooling on the floor near his feet.
Harry's mind was racing as he tried to think of a way to get Valen, Sirius, and Draco out of there, wherever his husband was. Not knowing made him nervous, even though he was glad that he was not there. Or perhaps he was. He could not imagine Draco simply leaving Valen, and he had been invisible. He glanced quickly around the room again.
"So, Potter, whose advice do I take?" Voldemort sneered. "Do I end this now and let your pain be over quickly? Or do I let Macnair have his way and keep you around for their sport?"
Voldemort's wand dipped down, still pointed in Valen's direction but no longer directly at the infant. It gave Draco a little room and he tried to carefully take several deep breaths through his nose. Sweat trickled down his face again and he looked down when a droplet fell, seeing the droplets pool on the floor and worrying that someone might notice.
"I don't care what you do to me," Harry said clearly. "But my son has nothing to do with this."
Wormtail was shaking with Valen, eyeing the wand in Voldemort's hand nervously. He hunkered down a bit more, trying to lower himself to the floor inch by inch so that he was not noticed.
"Behave yourself Potter and I may allow this magical abomination to live," Voldemort sneered. Macnair and several of the others laughed.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Pettigrew and saw that the man seemed to be close to putting Valen down. He waited, desperately hoping that was what the coward would do.
Harry's face distorted again, but he did not retort, although he could think of a good many insults having to do with a "magical abomination".
Wormtail finally reached the floor and sat there with Valen, not putting him down, but looking like he wanted to. He glanced at Voldemort. He was only mere inches from the sweat at Draco's feet.
Voldemort leaned back in his chair, wand resting in his hand but no longer pointed anywhere. "You have leave to teach Potter and his godfather a few things if you like," he said to Macnair and the others.
Harry clenched his hands, bracing himself for it as Sirius did the same next to him. He wished Valen wasn't in the room.
As the Death Eater's and Voldemort's attention moved to Harry completely, Wormtail placed Valen on the ground and backed slowly away from him so that he was to the side of Voldemort's throne, out of range of Voldemort's wand if he were to cast a spell at the baby.
Draco shivered in spite of the heat in the room when Voldemort spoke. He needed to get their son to safety so that their husband could fight back. So he turned slightly, his foot slipping a bit in the sweat on the floor. He looked down at his son. Valen was looking up at Draco, his eyes wide. Yes, the child was definitely looking directly at him and not just in his direction.
"Crucio," he heard Macnair cast.
Harry screamed. There was simply no way to describe the feeling of this spell other than that it was hell. He couldn't think, or breathe, or hear. He could only feel the terrible, terrible pain.
Draco shuddered and dropped to his knees, startled to feel pain lance through his body as Harry hit the floor. Valen began to wail again.
Wormtail's eyes darted to where Draco was. He looked slightly confused, as if he were about to reach out a hand.
Draco was gritting his teeth so hard he wouldn't be surprised if he cracked them. He knew if he made just one sound he would be visible. He tried to concentrate through the pain. It wasn't as bad as directly being under Cruciatus - which was what was happening to his husband.
Macnair ended the spell and crouched down beside Harry. "That was for Lucius," he said.
Harry was panting, his eyes closed. He hadn't even realised he had fallen to the ground. He wanted to spit that he would kill Lucius again if he could, but out of fear for Valen, he kept quiet. He knew he could get out of the ropes, but he didn't want anyone to know that - not until the right moment. He just didn't know what the right moment was.
Draco looked up at the ceiling. It was like the one at Hogwarts, set to show the sky outside. It had been dark, but now there was a light in the east. Sunrise. He didn't have much time if he was going to help Valen and Harry. He was on his knees beside Valen and he nodded to the baby, leaning down and wrapping his arm around the child. He didn't lift yet, but looked over, hoping Harry would glance their way. Valen stopped wailing, whimpering instead.
Wormtail frowned heavily and was still staring in Draco's direction, and now mostly at Valen, as it looked like the child had moved a little.
When Harry opened his eyes again, it was to look at Valen automatically, to make sure that nothing had happened to him while he'd been under Crucio.
Draco saw Harry look toward them. He quickly lifted their son, rolled away, and got to his feet, heading for the passage where he had left his wand.
Wormtail gasped as the baby seemed to float up into the air on its own.
Harry's eyes only widened slightly as he tried to catch Wormtail's eyes and plead with him.
Wormtail turned his head towards Voldemort and he opened his mouth, but then he saw Harry and frowned, seeming to think about something. Then it looked like he had come to a very nervous decision. He kept quiet and it was all Harry could do not to let out a sigh of relief. Peter Pettigrew had just repaid his life debt to him.
All eyes seemed to be on Harry as Macnair raised his wand again. "This one is for Bellatrix," he said.
Draco held Valen to his chest, shielding him if someone were to attack. He was shocked when he made it to the passage entrance without notice.
Harry braced himself for this next one, only glad that Draco and Valen were seemingly safe for the moment. He would make his move after this.
Sirius growled with anger.
The other Death Eaters had come closer to watch the show and laughed at Sirius. "Crucio," Macnair spat, casting the spell on Harry again, while Nott cast one on Sirius. Draco fell to his knees, crying out as the pain racked his body. Valen cried as well, fingers grasping at his skin
Harry and Sirius both screamed and writhed.
Wormtail looked like he regretted letting the baby go. Voldemort would surely be livid when he saw that the child was gone.
Draco saw his hand was visible and realised that he must have made noise. He tried to crawl, still holding Valen, into the passage, a difficult thing to do with only an arm and a half available.
After a couple minutes, Macnair and Nott released the curses again. "Oh, you have so much to pay for," Macnair taunted.
Voldemort was leaning forward, watching avidly. "Don't destroy Black's mind yet," he warned them. "I have a great interest in him."
Snape looked over his shoulder at Draco. When he saw the blond disappear into the passage, he turned back around quickly as if he had not been looking.
When the spell was released, Harry took a moment to remember where he was. When he saw that no one seemed aware of his husband or child, he centred his power, knowing that it was now or never. He released the ropes then and rolled to the side, scrambling up to his feet.
Rosier's eyes went wide and he nearly dropped his wand.
Dolohov tried to aim a spell at Harry, but Harry dove out of the way.
Sirius used the distraction to transform then and free himself. He pounced forward and latched onto Nott's wand hand, biting as hard as he could and taking a few fingers.
Draco felt the pain release him and then a surge of power as Harry went into action. He laid the infant beside the wall and picked up his own wand, casting a Shield Charm on Valen. "Be quiet," he said to the boy. "If never again, be quiet now."
Snape had drawn his wand and backed up, putting himself between the passage and anyone else.
Voldemort lifted his wand and then roared in rage when he saw that Wormtail was no longer holding Valen. He jumped to his feet and looked about for the child.
Wormtail squeaked and transformed into a rat, scurrying away.
Nott was howling in pain, trying to rip his hand from Sirius's mouth. Sirius released him and went after Rosier, who seemed to not know what to do in the chaos.
Harry's focus was on Voldemort. He ran at him, anger surging through his body.
Dolohov threw another jinx from behind Harry, knocking him to the ground on his stomach.
Voldemort strode toward Snape. "Where is the brat?" he demanded.
Snape lifted his chin and looked Voldemort in the eye. "Out of your reach," he sneered. "I suggest you focus on Potter."
The Dark Lord's face contorted in rage. He threw a hex at Snape without a word. Severus blocked it but fell back under the power, gasping.
Harry scrambled to his feet again and turned to throw a Stunner at Dolohov.
The man blocked it. "Cruc-" he shouted, but Harry knocked him to the floor with an Impediment Jinx.
Sirius had transformed again and stood fighting two Death Eaters at once, wand moving so fast it was a blur.
Snape had fallen to his knees after several more hexes, Voldemort towering over him.
Draco picked up his wand and looked out to see what was happening. He shook with anger and fear. If he helped Severus, would he be risking Valen? He raised his wand.
Harry Stunned Dolohov successfully and then looked over his shoulder. He could see Voldemort advancing on Snape and went to turn, but at that moment, Sirius cried out in pain as Rosier managed to slash him across the chest. Harry's head snapped in that direction and he threw another Impediment Jinx towards the man over his godfather.
Draco cast a shield spell over Snape but fell to his knees a moment later. "Merde'," he gasped, realising why his legs were numb as he looked up at the lightening sky.
Voldemort laughed. "You should have had more sense, Malfoy," he sneered, and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled. A jet of green light shot from his wand.
Harry's eyes widened and he spun wildly to see who Voldemort had cast the spell on.
Snape leapt from the floor and into the path of the Killing Curse. He glowed green as the spell hit him squarely in the chest.
"Severus!" Draco screamed.
Harry couldn't move at all for several seconds. He was rooted to the floor as he watched Snape crumple to the ground.