Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Love's Power
Chapter Number/Total: 45/52
Chapter Title: Love's Power
Words: 4957 Words
"Harry, move!" Sirius shouted from where he stood fighting.
Harry blinked a few times and then looked over his shoulder, just in enough time to dive out of the way of a curse Nott sent at him with his left hand.
Draco fell to the ground, legs and arm no longer working. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked up at Voldemort.
Voldemort's face contorted in rage. He raised his wand to cast the Killing Curse again.
"NO!" Harry screamed, running at Voldemort with his arm outstretched. He bellowed the first spell that came to mind, not even knowing if it would work. "Crucio!"
Voldemort shuddered violently, but didn't fall to the ground. He did drop his wand. He turned in a flurry of black robes, throwing out a hand toward Harry and knocking the man effortlessly across the room.
Harry cried out in pain, trying to shield his head with his arms as he skidded across the floor. He held out his hand and Summoned his own wand before casting a powerful Locomotor at Voldemort's throne to throw it at him.
Voldemort threw his hand out again, shattering the throne into pieces before it could even come close to touching him. He seemed to forget Draco, and it was what Harry wanted.
Harry begun flinging curses as they came to mind, watching as Voldemort deflected each one, even managing to Summon his wand again in the midst of the downpour. Harry had to dive to the side as a violent purple jet shot from Voldemort's wand, blasting a crater into the wall.
Voldemort was chuckling as Harry fought with everything he had, though his red eyes were completely focused, and Harry could see that he was surprised. "Shall we keep this game up, Harry?" he called as if amused. "Shall I continue to let you believe you have a chance?" He deflected another of Harry's curses.
Harry didn't answer him, putting all of his attention into his magic.
"Very well," said Voldemort, still chuckling. "Very well." And then he threw a curse so powerful Harry felt like it nearly stole the air from his lungs. There was a searing pain in his chest and he fell back.
Voldemort was laughing now, holding his wand aloft. "Now, that was just a taster, Harry," he taunted. "It put your father on the floor as well."
Harry's eyes flashed and he pushed himself up as quick as he could manage.
"And you still rise," Voldemort said. "I must say, your will is tremendous. But you are a fool." He flung his arm out, striking Harry again with an unknown spell.
Harry cried out and began coughing. He spat blood out of his mouth, doubling over in pain as Voldmort's laughing grew louder.
"I could finish you now so easily," Voldemort said, mirth in his tone. "They've said that you are more powerful than I? You are a disappointment, Harry. A terrible let-down. I expected at least some effort from you."
Harry was trembling as he raised himself yet again.
Voldemort was laughing so hard now Harry thought he might cry. "You have been nothing but lucky," he said. "But your luck has run out, boy." He raised his wand, once again casting Crucio.
Harry began screaming and coughing up more blood, body twisting unnaturally as he fell to the floor.
Draco screamed along with his husband, writhing on the ground.
Harry's mind was screaming with him and he knew that Voldemort probably was not going to let up on him. And then he realised that he knew something. He knew something while under the curse. He pushed back with his own magic, not even knowing what it was. His scar burst open as he struggled to throw the curse and rebound it upon Voldemort.
Voldemort staggered when Harry pushed back, and it was enough to break the spell. He stood, looking completely shocked, before his face turned to rage again.
Draco lay unable to move, but could feel the magic swirling and ripping through the room. He felt it when the Ward Keeper died and the protections over the castle vanished. "Harry!" he screamed. "Wards down!"
Harry was gasping for breath when he heard Draco. Without another thought, he vanished from the floor and reappeared behind Voldemort, throwing yet another Impediment Jinx right into his back.
Voldemort staggered and fell to his knees, but he spun quickly, vanishing from where he knelt.
Harry only had time to throw himself out of the way before jets of colour seemed to explode over his head, missing him by mere inches. He Apparated again and threw another Impediment Jinx.
Voldemort fell to the ground. He looked the very definition of bewildered, as if he were witnessing something he hadn't thought possible. It was, of course, only a moment before he'd vanished yet again.
"Harry, behind you!" came a female voice, and Harry managed to block speeding blue light with a Shield Charm. The spell Voldemort had sent shattered the charm, but Harry was safe. He could only spare a half-second to look and saw Hermione, Ron, Remus, Luna, Neville and Ginny, wands pulled.
The Death Eaters fighting Sirius were outnumbered with the arrival, but Harry knew that Voldemort's power probably counted for at least five men.
Even that half-second cost Harry and the next curse Voldemort sent at him grazed his shoulder, ripping the cloth covering it and the skin like it had been made from pure acid, and it felt like acid as well. Harry gripped his shoulder briefly before he was Apparating again.
Voldemort let out a terrible sound of fury and looked entirely mad as he turned to face Harry from where he stood across the room. "You think you will win," he hissed, using Parseltongue. "You think you will defeat me. Come now, Harry. You know it isn't so. Let us cease this game of cat and mouse and I shall give your son a quick death."
Harry roared with rage, throwing a hex and knocking Voldemort to his knees.
It enraged the man and when he Disapparated, it was to appear directly in front of Harry. "I am through playing with you," he hissed. "Mr Malfoy and that creature you call a son will pay for your foolishness." He threw his rage into the link with Harry, trying to overwhelm the other man.
Harry screamed, the pain worse than Crucio even. He tried to push back and block his own mind at the same time.
Voldemort bore down on Harry, forcing him to his knees. His eyes glowed red as he pushed into the other man's mind as if to rip him apart from the inside.
Harry was in agony. It felt as though his body were on fire, or something even worse than that. He didn't even know what. His head was spurting blood from his scar. "NO!" he shouted, voice strangled as he tried to push back still. He brought up a memory purposely for Voldemort to see, that of Draco destroying the locket, hoping that it would make Voldemort stop.
Voldemort staggered back, his control faltering.
Harry sent him another memory. One of himself and Hermione down in the red room, taking the cup, and then one of Draco covered in blood, but still alive with the cup in view. The next was of retrieving the dagger and then Hermione saying that she had destroyed it.
Voldemort screamed in fear and rage and raised his hand toward Harry.
Harry pushed Voldemort completely out of his mind then and rolled away from him. He plunged his hand down the neck of his shirt and ripped the locket off, throwing it at Voldemort's feet.
"That's right, you bastard," he said, remembering what Draco had said about the word being so offensive, even though Voldemort wasn't a pure-blood. "You're mortal just like me."
"No," Voldemort breathed. "It is not possible."
"I assure you it is," Harry spat. "I've destroyed every one of your fucking Horcruxes. Not even you can cheat death."
"It is not possible," Voldemort repeated.
"I destroyed the diary at twelve. Albus Dumbledore found the ring in the shack that belonged to the Gaunts. Regulus Black bested you and took the locket from the cave when he was alive and we found it. Hermione Granger, Muggle-born, found where you kept Hufflepuff's cup, in the church where your mother is buried. We found the dagger in the forest, where Rowena Ravenclaw's mansion used to be. Draco killed your precious snake, and the only thing left is you."
Voldemort was trembling. Trembling. His wide eyes were flying in the sockets and his nearly non-existent nose flared with fear. He looked over in Draco's direction. "He shouldn't be alive!" he yelled, eyes wide. It sounded like madness to Harry, like Voldemort was shouting nonsense. "He has to be dead!"
Harry watched Voldemort panic with some strange satisfaction. "No," he said, "you do." And drawing up the power from the room in the Ministry, he stared into Voldemort's eyes until he felt himself starting to spill memories into him, memories that he had already prepared for this moment. The first was just the feeling of being loved by his parents, the second of talking to Ron for the first time on the Hogwarts Express. The next was of Hermione and himself talking before he crossed through the flames to meet Voldemort and Quirrell.
Voldemort screamed, hands covering his face as he fell to his knees.
The connection was made and Harry was able to close his eyes. He fell to his knees as well, putting all of his strength into what he was doing. His scar was pulsing. There was finding out that Sirius was his godfather; there was a simple hug from Mrs Weasley; a fatherly hand on the shoulder from Mr Weasley. The moment when Dumbledore had told Harry that he cared for him greatly. As Harry spilled memories, he felt as though he were being sucked into Voldemort, and there was pain.
Draco lay watching as Voldemort and Harry both fell to their knees. Voldemort had covered his face with his hands, and blood was seeping around his fingers. Harry's face held that combination of pleasure and pain that Draco normally only saw when they were together.
The pain was getting worse, but Harry ignored it. He began to send the more powerful memories. He sent Voldemort the memory of Draco kissing him for the first time and the swooping feeling in his stomach. Then came their next kiss and what had happened after. Then the first time they made love. First Harry to Draco and then Draco to Harry. The pain grew as Harry spilled more of himself into Voldemort. Next came Harry telling Draco he loved him, then the binding, and Draco telling Harry he loved him.
Voldemort was weeping blood. Draco stared in amazement at the creature. That was when he realised the entire room had gone quiet and still except for the sounds of Voldemort sobbing. Dumbledore's Army and Death Eaters both, stood watching.
Blood was pouring out of Harry's scar again and yet he still pushed the power on Voldemort. He sent the second binding of marriage now, and then his actual wedding, and the memory of all who had been there to support himself and Draco. Harry fell to hands and knees, fighting to keep the connection, the pain reaching its peak. Next was of the lovemaking when Valen was conceived, and then when Draco had laid his head on Harry's belly after they knew. Harry cried out now, hoping that it wouldn't take too much more.
Voldemort's flesh seemed to be dissolving - running like melted wax from his hands and face as Draco lay trying to make his lungs work and keep his eyes open. He was witnessing history - the end of a war that had torn apart two generations of his world.
Next Harry sent the memory of seeing his son for the first time, remembering how it had felt to look at someone that he and Draco had made with love. He thought of Valen period, screaming as he did. He thought of Draco and screamed even louder. Just a bit more, he told himself. He thought of what he had seen of the deep love that Severus Snape had had for his mother to give the man a proper hand in defeating this monster. And lastly, Harry thought of the sympathy he felt for the monster himself, thought of that lonely boy in the orphanage who had made the wrong choices, and then Harry fell to the floor completely, body in anguish as he felt himself slip fully inside the Dark Lord.
Voldemort and Harry both crumpled to the floor. Blood was spreading in a pool around the body of the thing that had once been Tom Riddle. "Harry," Draco gasped, barely able to make his mouth work. "Come back, Harry!" He tried to yell it, but it came out as a whisper. Behind him in the passage, Valen was crying.
Harry writhed and Hermione and Ginny screamed.
Harry could feel himself being pulled. The magic was too powerful. It was taking him with Voldemort. He fought against it as if trying to come up for air after being under water for too long.
"No!" Ron cried, tears streaming down his face. "Harry, please!"
Valen wailed like a siren, his magic in the sound, making Draco's cold body shiver at the feel of it.
Harry was dying and the strange thing was that he knew it. He fought with all of his might to break free. He couldn't die, if only to keep his husband alive, to make sure his son had parents.
Draco tried to hold on to the sound and feel of his son's magic, but it was fading as his consciousness began to slip. He needed Harry, but he didn't know if it would happen.
As Harry obviously struggled to come back, his friends screamed and cried for him. It was not working.
Desperate, Hermione looked over to where Draco was and ran to him. Valen was still crying and she took the baby into her arms and brought him out of the passage, obviously trying to use his cries to bring Harry back, to make him latch on to something.
Draco felt Valen's magic flare as the infant was brought closer and he shivered, reaching a hand out toward his husband and child.
Hermione gasped. "Come on, Draco!" she cried to him.
Harry reached for Valen's cries inside his mind, reaching as if scrambling up.
Ron rushed forward and took Draco under the arms. He pulled him over to Harry, sobbing, "Please do something! Please, Draco! Harry, come back!"
Draco moaned as he felt his body laid beside Harry. His hand shook but he managed to touch his husband, his fingers curling around the other man's.
Harry could feel himself just at the surface, felt himself pounding on whatever was blocking him. He could hear his child's cries, could hear Ron and Hermione, could feel Draco's hand in his.
Draco tried to pull magic from his husband but it wasn't working. He whimpered, trying to lift his head and move closer. Valen's cries were loud and anxious and the magic that came with it was ephemeral. It couldn't give him what he needed but it did seem to help. He forced his eyes open and saw Harry, apparently unconscious.
Ron dropped to his knees, trying to push Draco closer. Hermione moved Valen closer, both of them absolutely desperate.
Draco felt his body move and he pressed his face against Harry's. He titled his head enough to press his lips to his lover's, tongue stroking them.
And that was all Harry needed. He gasped and his eyes flew open. His entire body ached.
Ron seemed to nearly pass out and he sobbed harder, though the sounds were different now.
Hermione did too, holding Valen close as she hugged him in her happiness and relief.
Harry coughed and blinked blood out of his eyes, trying to sit up.
Draco was unable to move, his hand holding tightly to Harry's. "Harry," he whispered.
Harry turned his head quickly, his nose bumping Draco's.
"Past time," he whispered, his throat feeling constricted as he fought for air to make the words.
Harry tried to take deep breaths, knowing what Draco meant. He tried to sit up again, unable to manage it. "No," he rasped, too weak to do much of anything. He had not made it this far to watch Draco die next to him.
Draco closed his eyes, his breath seeming to leave him in a long slow hiss. He didn't take another one.
Tears formed in Harry's eyes. "No, no, this can't happen," he sobbed, trying to move. It only made him gasp in pain.
Hermione and Ron looked frantically at each other, seeming to not know what to do.
"He needs me," Harry sobbed.
"H-Harry, what do we do?" Hermione asked, voice shaking.
Harry didn't know what to say in answer. He could only try to sit up again. No, he thought. This is not going to happen to me. This is not going to happen. He began trying to heal himself from the inside out, working his magic on himself like he had when he'd closed the wound on his stomach. He could feel a tingle in his core, soothingly working its way outwards as if in a wave. He closed his eyes, focusing.
Hermione and Ron watched intently, both of them shaking.
Harry pushed the powerful aching magic out of himself, tingling where the ache left his body. It felt like sharp edges inside him were being cushioned and he used a shaky arm to push himself up onto his knees. He heard groans of relief, but paid them no attention, only wanting to bring Draco back.
Ignoring the room full of people, Harry reached a hand down to unfasten his own trousers, pulling them down and moving over his husband. He lowered his torso as he slid lubed fingers inside him pressing only his face to Draco's skin. He still felt very weak, but he would do this even if it took the last of his energy away. After Draco was ready, Harry slicked his erection and pushed into Draco's body, knowing that everything was going to be okay now. All he needed to do was reach completion.
Draco's body shuddered as Harry entered him, the second thrust bringing a gasp as his lungs began to work again.
Harry sighed, thrusting gently and feeling as if he were floating. He didn't even feel like himself. He couldn't truly wrap his mind around where he was or what he had just done. He had just saved the entire world, and all he cared about was keeping his hips moving.
Power flowed up Draco's spine. Power like that in the room at the Department of Mysteries -- only more personal. Harry's magic, flowing through his body and filling him. He arched back against his husband's thrusts, wanting as much of him as he could get, wanting what only Harry could bring him.
Harry kissed Draco's skin, his eyes closed as he gasped with pleasure. "I love you," he whispered. And his love for Draco had helped defeat Voldemort. Draco simply loving him back, loving him period, had helped Harry save everyone, including Harry himself. It was saving Draco now and Harry would do it forever and he knew it now. He had forever with this man.
"Love, always, love," Draco chanted, rocking back against him, feeling the magic swirling not just in his body but in the room.
The gentle waves of pleasure were beginning to crash as Harry thrust. "Always," he gasped, and it had never meant so much, had never rang more true.
Spinning in the waves of power were memories -- Harry's memories of love. Draco gasped, seeing and feeling himself through Harry's love.
Harry shuddered before he cried out loudly, thrusting as deep as he could and remaining there, filling Draco with his seed and the powerful magic in his body.
"Yours," Draco gasped, as power crested and flowed through, over and out of him, like something spilling over the top of the vessel it was poured into.
There was a collective gasp throughout the room as every single person in it felt the solid wave of pleasurable magic.
Harry fell on top of Draco, gasping for breath and exhausted, both from the sex and from exerting his power to its, literal, fullest.
Draco came slowly to an awareness beyond Harry and the magic. He heard Harry's breath and the sound of a burbling baby. He blinked, opening his eyes. The room was full of people staring with open-mouthed surprise. He shut his eyes, blushing so bright his toes were probably pink.
Harry was too tired to care who was in the room or if there was anyone in the room at all. He felt like he could sleep for a week.
Draco forced himself to take several deep breaths before opening his eyes again. He could hear Valen, and it looked like most of their people were standing, as well as Macnair and Avery. No one was moving. They were all staring at Harry and himself, and the large pool of blood, bone, and cloth on the floor next to them "Harry," he whispered to the man on his back. "Harry, it's done."
Harry held Draco tighter, beginning to shake. "It's done," he replied, hardly able to believe it.
"Harry," Draco said softly, almost laughing. He loved being held by him, but lying on the stone floor, having been just fucked in front of an audience, again, was getting a bit uncomfortable in several ways.
Harry tried to clear his head, shaking it, to believe what he had done. He opened his eyes again and saw everyone staring at him, his bare arse in the air. He blinked a few times and flushed, but found he didn't care all that much, really. He cared more about the two Death Eaters on their feet, even though they seemed stunned. He pulled out of Draco weakly and pulled his trousers back up. He simply sat on the floor, staring and overwhelmed as he looked down at the very large puddle of blood next to him.
Remus was on his knees, holding his wand in one hand and cradling Sirius with his other arm. Sirius was bleeding but awake. He held his wand pointed at Macnair. Remus cast a Body-Bind before Macnair had a chance to react.
The others seemed to come out of the sort of trance they were in then, and Ron turned and cast a Body-Bind on Avery as well, who had raised his wand when Macnair had fallen.
Harry looked from the blood over to his friends. Ron and Hermione looked okay, Sirius was obviously hurt, but alive, Luna and Ginny looked hurt as well, but they were able to sit up and stay awake. Remus and Neville looked all right, too.
The Death Eaters, not so much. They were all at least on the floor, but he couldn't tell who was hurt or killed.
Draco sat up, wincing. He watched his husband pull his trousers back on and realised he didn't even have clothes with him to put on. He sat naked on the floor, still both dazed and sore.
No one seemed to know what to say.
"L-lets get you lot out of here," Harry said finally. "You look hurt."
Ron let out an incredulous laugh at that, staring at Harry with his mouth hanging open.
Valen squealed so loudly it made everyone wince and the baby began thrashing.
"He wants his Daddy Harry," Draco said.
Harry let out a relieved groan, everything of the previous hours hitting him like a train. He held his arms out for his son and Hermione walked forward and handed him over, tears in her eyes.
Harry kissed Valen over and over and over again, tears in his own eyes now as he did.
"Your clothes are in my bag," Sirius rasped to Draco, wincing and clenching his hands.
"And here's this as well," said Ron, walking over and picking up Draco's silver hand from where it lay on the floor next to Voldemort's shattered throne.
Draco looked about for his wand and ended up Summoning it so he could reattach his hand. "There are healing potions in there too," he said.
"There should be enough to help get us to Hogwarts at least," said Hermione, still teary as she picked Sirius's bag up from the floor. She took Draco's clothes out of the compartment in the front of the bag and handed them over to him.
It took him a bit of effort to stand. Draco smiled when he saw his son pulling on Harry's shirt and making that little "o" expression with his mouth.
Harry sniffed and smiled, once again not caring who was in the room. He knew how hungry Valen had to be. He took his shirt off and Valen latched on quickly.
Everyone else allowed him the most privacy they could in the open room. Hermione began handing out the potions in the bag, Ron helping.
Draco got dressed, watching his husband with his usual sappy look on his face. He took a deep breath and tried to turn his mind to the clean up. "Neville," he said, "gather the wands of the Death Eaters."
As the wands were gathered and the potions handed out and taken, Harry continued feeding Valen, who soon fell asleep, obviously exhausted after such a night.
Sirius was able to be helped to his feet, still in pain but not as bad.
Luna seemed to be perfectly fine after taking a Healing Potion, but Ginny still seemed in pain like Sirius and Ron picked her up, despite her protests.
Draco made his way over to the fireplace and, activating it for a Floo call, stuck his head into the flames. He hoped someone was in McGonagall's office.
Professor McGonagall gasped when Draco's head appeared. She had just been speaking with the head Healer in St Mungo's about bringing Healers and staff to help with those injured at Hogwarts. "Mr Malfoy!" she said. "Where are you?"
"Is Hogwarts secure or still under attack?" he asked, not answering her yet.
"We are secure," she said, sounding relieved just to say it. "The battle stopped an hour ago, so there are still guards out, but we believe it is over."
"Voldemort is dead," Draco said, "and Harry is alive."
McGonagall's face paled and she swayed, clutching her chest. "My goodness," she said shakily, literally almost knocked over from this news.
"We are coming through with both prisoners and wounded," Draco said.
"Yes," she said breathlessly. "I'll send for help."
"Sending Harry and Valen through first," Draco said and then pulled his head out of the flames. "Harry," he said, gesturing to him.
Harry got to his feet, knowing that the Floo travel would wake the infant. He put his shirt over Valen's face to protect him and held him close to his body as he stepped through the flames. "Hogwarts!" he said, spinning through the fire. He was pulled out on the other side and hugged tightly by a rarely tearful Professor McGonagall.
"Our wounded next," Draco said, standing and gesturing for Ron to bring Ginny forward.
Ron nodded and stepped into the flames with a huffing Ginny. "Hogwarts!" he called, and he and Ginny were gone.
Sirius was still hanging on to Remus for support, though he tried to step forward himself. Hermione gasped and helped him when he nearly fell.
"Well, I tried," he said weakly with a small chuckle, taking hold of Remus again.
"In with you two," Draco huffed at him.
They moved forward, as well, disappearing into the flames.
"What about these?" Hermione said, moving the nearest Death Eater with her foot.
"Leave the dead, take the living," Draco said. He frowned, looking over at where the crumpled body of Severus Snape lay.
Hermione nodded and began casting Lightening Charms on those alive to take them through.
Draco made everyone go through ahead of him. Then he made his way over to his godfather's body, kneeling beside it. Snape was lying in an awkward heap, eyes unseeing. Draco rolled the body onto his back and straightened the arms and legs out. Then he gently closed Severus's eyes. "Thank you," Draco whispered. Finally, he got to his feet and went to the fireplace, stepping into the flames. "Hogwarts," he said.
Valen had been crying after the Floo travel, but Harry had gotten him to quiet down fairly quickly and he was falling asleep again now. He watched as Hermione, Luna, and Neville came through with Stunned or Bound Death Eaters and he crossed the room quickly when Draco stepped out of the grate.
Draco wrapped his arms around his husband and child and bent to kiss Harry.
Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco back, wrapping one hand in his hair as he held Valen with his free arm.
Draco pulled back to look into Harry's eyes. "No more great and terrible destiny," he whispered, "only us and a boy with green eyes."
Harry could not describe how he felt. The only word he could think of was completely, totally and utterly free. He didn't know if he could convey the feeling with words and so he only let out a very loud laugh and kissed Draco again and then Valen.
Chapter Title: Love's Power
Words: 4957 Words
"Harry, move!" Sirius shouted from where he stood fighting.
Harry blinked a few times and then looked over his shoulder, just in enough time to dive out of the way of a curse Nott sent at him with his left hand.
Draco fell to the ground, legs and arm no longer working. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked up at Voldemort.
Voldemort's face contorted in rage. He raised his wand to cast the Killing Curse again.
"NO!" Harry screamed, running at Voldemort with his arm outstretched. He bellowed the first spell that came to mind, not even knowing if it would work. "Crucio!"
Voldemort shuddered violently, but didn't fall to the ground. He did drop his wand. He turned in a flurry of black robes, throwing out a hand toward Harry and knocking the man effortlessly across the room.
Harry cried out in pain, trying to shield his head with his arms as he skidded across the floor. He held out his hand and Summoned his own wand before casting a powerful Locomotor at Voldemort's throne to throw it at him.
Voldemort threw his hand out again, shattering the throne into pieces before it could even come close to touching him. He seemed to forget Draco, and it was what Harry wanted.
Harry begun flinging curses as they came to mind, watching as Voldemort deflected each one, even managing to Summon his wand again in the midst of the downpour. Harry had to dive to the side as a violent purple jet shot from Voldemort's wand, blasting a crater into the wall.
Voldemort was chuckling as Harry fought with everything he had, though his red eyes were completely focused, and Harry could see that he was surprised. "Shall we keep this game up, Harry?" he called as if amused. "Shall I continue to let you believe you have a chance?" He deflected another of Harry's curses.
Harry didn't answer him, putting all of his attention into his magic.
"Very well," said Voldemort, still chuckling. "Very well." And then he threw a curse so powerful Harry felt like it nearly stole the air from his lungs. There was a searing pain in his chest and he fell back.
Voldemort was laughing now, holding his wand aloft. "Now, that was just a taster, Harry," he taunted. "It put your father on the floor as well."
Harry's eyes flashed and he pushed himself up as quick as he could manage.
"And you still rise," Voldemort said. "I must say, your will is tremendous. But you are a fool." He flung his arm out, striking Harry again with an unknown spell.
Harry cried out and began coughing. He spat blood out of his mouth, doubling over in pain as Voldmort's laughing grew louder.
"I could finish you now so easily," Voldemort said, mirth in his tone. "They've said that you are more powerful than I? You are a disappointment, Harry. A terrible let-down. I expected at least some effort from you."
Harry was trembling as he raised himself yet again.
Voldemort was laughing so hard now Harry thought he might cry. "You have been nothing but lucky," he said. "But your luck has run out, boy." He raised his wand, once again casting Crucio.
Harry began screaming and coughing up more blood, body twisting unnaturally as he fell to the floor.
Draco screamed along with his husband, writhing on the ground.
Harry's mind was screaming with him and he knew that Voldemort probably was not going to let up on him. And then he realised that he knew something. He knew something while under the curse. He pushed back with his own magic, not even knowing what it was. His scar burst open as he struggled to throw the curse and rebound it upon Voldemort.
Voldemort staggered when Harry pushed back, and it was enough to break the spell. He stood, looking completely shocked, before his face turned to rage again.
Draco lay unable to move, but could feel the magic swirling and ripping through the room. He felt it when the Ward Keeper died and the protections over the castle vanished. "Harry!" he screamed. "Wards down!"
Harry was gasping for breath when he heard Draco. Without another thought, he vanished from the floor and reappeared behind Voldemort, throwing yet another Impediment Jinx right into his back.
Voldemort staggered and fell to his knees, but he spun quickly, vanishing from where he knelt.
Harry only had time to throw himself out of the way before jets of colour seemed to explode over his head, missing him by mere inches. He Apparated again and threw another Impediment Jinx.
Voldemort fell to the ground. He looked the very definition of bewildered, as if he were witnessing something he hadn't thought possible. It was, of course, only a moment before he'd vanished yet again.
"Harry, behind you!" came a female voice, and Harry managed to block speeding blue light with a Shield Charm. The spell Voldemort had sent shattered the charm, but Harry was safe. He could only spare a half-second to look and saw Hermione, Ron, Remus, Luna, Neville and Ginny, wands pulled.
The Death Eaters fighting Sirius were outnumbered with the arrival, but Harry knew that Voldemort's power probably counted for at least five men.
Even that half-second cost Harry and the next curse Voldemort sent at him grazed his shoulder, ripping the cloth covering it and the skin like it had been made from pure acid, and it felt like acid as well. Harry gripped his shoulder briefly before he was Apparating again.
Voldemort let out a terrible sound of fury and looked entirely mad as he turned to face Harry from where he stood across the room. "You think you will win," he hissed, using Parseltongue. "You think you will defeat me. Come now, Harry. You know it isn't so. Let us cease this game of cat and mouse and I shall give your son a quick death."
Harry roared with rage, throwing a hex and knocking Voldemort to his knees.
It enraged the man and when he Disapparated, it was to appear directly in front of Harry. "I am through playing with you," he hissed. "Mr Malfoy and that creature you call a son will pay for your foolishness." He threw his rage into the link with Harry, trying to overwhelm the other man.
Harry screamed, the pain worse than Crucio even. He tried to push back and block his own mind at the same time.
Voldemort bore down on Harry, forcing him to his knees. His eyes glowed red as he pushed into the other man's mind as if to rip him apart from the inside.
Harry was in agony. It felt as though his body were on fire, or something even worse than that. He didn't even know what. His head was spurting blood from his scar. "NO!" he shouted, voice strangled as he tried to push back still. He brought up a memory purposely for Voldemort to see, that of Draco destroying the locket, hoping that it would make Voldemort stop.
Voldemort staggered back, his control faltering.
Harry sent him another memory. One of himself and Hermione down in the red room, taking the cup, and then one of Draco covered in blood, but still alive with the cup in view. The next was of retrieving the dagger and then Hermione saying that she had destroyed it.
Voldemort screamed in fear and rage and raised his hand toward Harry.
Harry pushed Voldemort completely out of his mind then and rolled away from him. He plunged his hand down the neck of his shirt and ripped the locket off, throwing it at Voldemort's feet.
"That's right, you bastard," he said, remembering what Draco had said about the word being so offensive, even though Voldemort wasn't a pure-blood. "You're mortal just like me."
"No," Voldemort breathed. "It is not possible."
"I assure you it is," Harry spat. "I've destroyed every one of your fucking Horcruxes. Not even you can cheat death."
"It is not possible," Voldemort repeated.
"I destroyed the diary at twelve. Albus Dumbledore found the ring in the shack that belonged to the Gaunts. Regulus Black bested you and took the locket from the cave when he was alive and we found it. Hermione Granger, Muggle-born, found where you kept Hufflepuff's cup, in the church where your mother is buried. We found the dagger in the forest, where Rowena Ravenclaw's mansion used to be. Draco killed your precious snake, and the only thing left is you."
Voldemort was trembling. Trembling. His wide eyes were flying in the sockets and his nearly non-existent nose flared with fear. He looked over in Draco's direction. "He shouldn't be alive!" he yelled, eyes wide. It sounded like madness to Harry, like Voldemort was shouting nonsense. "He has to be dead!"
Harry watched Voldemort panic with some strange satisfaction. "No," he said, "you do." And drawing up the power from the room in the Ministry, he stared into Voldemort's eyes until he felt himself starting to spill memories into him, memories that he had already prepared for this moment. The first was just the feeling of being loved by his parents, the second of talking to Ron for the first time on the Hogwarts Express. The next was of Hermione and himself talking before he crossed through the flames to meet Voldemort and Quirrell.
Voldemort screamed, hands covering his face as he fell to his knees.
The connection was made and Harry was able to close his eyes. He fell to his knees as well, putting all of his strength into what he was doing. His scar was pulsing. There was finding out that Sirius was his godfather; there was a simple hug from Mrs Weasley; a fatherly hand on the shoulder from Mr Weasley. The moment when Dumbledore had told Harry that he cared for him greatly. As Harry spilled memories, he felt as though he were being sucked into Voldemort, and there was pain.
Draco lay watching as Voldemort and Harry both fell to their knees. Voldemort had covered his face with his hands, and blood was seeping around his fingers. Harry's face held that combination of pleasure and pain that Draco normally only saw when they were together.
The pain was getting worse, but Harry ignored it. He began to send the more powerful memories. He sent Voldemort the memory of Draco kissing him for the first time and the swooping feeling in his stomach. Then came their next kiss and what had happened after. Then the first time they made love. First Harry to Draco and then Draco to Harry. The pain grew as Harry spilled more of himself into Voldemort. Next came Harry telling Draco he loved him, then the binding, and Draco telling Harry he loved him.
Voldemort was weeping blood. Draco stared in amazement at the creature. That was when he realised the entire room had gone quiet and still except for the sounds of Voldemort sobbing. Dumbledore's Army and Death Eaters both, stood watching.
Blood was pouring out of Harry's scar again and yet he still pushed the power on Voldemort. He sent the second binding of marriage now, and then his actual wedding, and the memory of all who had been there to support himself and Draco. Harry fell to hands and knees, fighting to keep the connection, the pain reaching its peak. Next was of the lovemaking when Valen was conceived, and then when Draco had laid his head on Harry's belly after they knew. Harry cried out now, hoping that it wouldn't take too much more.
Voldemort's flesh seemed to be dissolving - running like melted wax from his hands and face as Draco lay trying to make his lungs work and keep his eyes open. He was witnessing history - the end of a war that had torn apart two generations of his world.
Next Harry sent the memory of seeing his son for the first time, remembering how it had felt to look at someone that he and Draco had made with love. He thought of Valen period, screaming as he did. He thought of Draco and screamed even louder. Just a bit more, he told himself. He thought of what he had seen of the deep love that Severus Snape had had for his mother to give the man a proper hand in defeating this monster. And lastly, Harry thought of the sympathy he felt for the monster himself, thought of that lonely boy in the orphanage who had made the wrong choices, and then Harry fell to the floor completely, body in anguish as he felt himself slip fully inside the Dark Lord.
Voldemort and Harry both crumpled to the floor. Blood was spreading in a pool around the body of the thing that had once been Tom Riddle. "Harry," Draco gasped, barely able to make his mouth work. "Come back, Harry!" He tried to yell it, but it came out as a whisper. Behind him in the passage, Valen was crying.
Harry writhed and Hermione and Ginny screamed.
Harry could feel himself being pulled. The magic was too powerful. It was taking him with Voldemort. He fought against it as if trying to come up for air after being under water for too long.
"No!" Ron cried, tears streaming down his face. "Harry, please!"
Valen wailed like a siren, his magic in the sound, making Draco's cold body shiver at the feel of it.
Harry was dying and the strange thing was that he knew it. He fought with all of his might to break free. He couldn't die, if only to keep his husband alive, to make sure his son had parents.
Draco tried to hold on to the sound and feel of his son's magic, but it was fading as his consciousness began to slip. He needed Harry, but he didn't know if it would happen.
As Harry obviously struggled to come back, his friends screamed and cried for him. It was not working.
Desperate, Hermione looked over to where Draco was and ran to him. Valen was still crying and she took the baby into her arms and brought him out of the passage, obviously trying to use his cries to bring Harry back, to make him latch on to something.
Draco felt Valen's magic flare as the infant was brought closer and he shivered, reaching a hand out toward his husband and child.
Hermione gasped. "Come on, Draco!" she cried to him.
Harry reached for Valen's cries inside his mind, reaching as if scrambling up.
Ron rushed forward and took Draco under the arms. He pulled him over to Harry, sobbing, "Please do something! Please, Draco! Harry, come back!"
Draco moaned as he felt his body laid beside Harry. His hand shook but he managed to touch his husband, his fingers curling around the other man's.
Harry could feel himself just at the surface, felt himself pounding on whatever was blocking him. He could hear his child's cries, could hear Ron and Hermione, could feel Draco's hand in his.
Draco tried to pull magic from his husband but it wasn't working. He whimpered, trying to lift his head and move closer. Valen's cries were loud and anxious and the magic that came with it was ephemeral. It couldn't give him what he needed but it did seem to help. He forced his eyes open and saw Harry, apparently unconscious.
Ron dropped to his knees, trying to push Draco closer. Hermione moved Valen closer, both of them absolutely desperate.
Draco felt his body move and he pressed his face against Harry's. He titled his head enough to press his lips to his lover's, tongue stroking them.
And that was all Harry needed. He gasped and his eyes flew open. His entire body ached.
Ron seemed to nearly pass out and he sobbed harder, though the sounds were different now.
Hermione did too, holding Valen close as she hugged him in her happiness and relief.
Harry coughed and blinked blood out of his eyes, trying to sit up.
Draco was unable to move, his hand holding tightly to Harry's. "Harry," he whispered.
Harry turned his head quickly, his nose bumping Draco's.
"Past time," he whispered, his throat feeling constricted as he fought for air to make the words.
Harry tried to take deep breaths, knowing what Draco meant. He tried to sit up again, unable to manage it. "No," he rasped, too weak to do much of anything. He had not made it this far to watch Draco die next to him.
Draco closed his eyes, his breath seeming to leave him in a long slow hiss. He didn't take another one.
Tears formed in Harry's eyes. "No, no, this can't happen," he sobbed, trying to move. It only made him gasp in pain.
Hermione and Ron looked frantically at each other, seeming to not know what to do.
"He needs me," Harry sobbed.
"H-Harry, what do we do?" Hermione asked, voice shaking.
Harry didn't know what to say in answer. He could only try to sit up again. No, he thought. This is not going to happen to me. This is not going to happen. He began trying to heal himself from the inside out, working his magic on himself like he had when he'd closed the wound on his stomach. He could feel a tingle in his core, soothingly working its way outwards as if in a wave. He closed his eyes, focusing.
Hermione and Ron watched intently, both of them shaking.
Harry pushed the powerful aching magic out of himself, tingling where the ache left his body. It felt like sharp edges inside him were being cushioned and he used a shaky arm to push himself up onto his knees. He heard groans of relief, but paid them no attention, only wanting to bring Draco back.
Ignoring the room full of people, Harry reached a hand down to unfasten his own trousers, pulling them down and moving over his husband. He lowered his torso as he slid lubed fingers inside him pressing only his face to Draco's skin. He still felt very weak, but he would do this even if it took the last of his energy away. After Draco was ready, Harry slicked his erection and pushed into Draco's body, knowing that everything was going to be okay now. All he needed to do was reach completion.
Draco's body shuddered as Harry entered him, the second thrust bringing a gasp as his lungs began to work again.
Harry sighed, thrusting gently and feeling as if he were floating. He didn't even feel like himself. He couldn't truly wrap his mind around where he was or what he had just done. He had just saved the entire world, and all he cared about was keeping his hips moving.
Power flowed up Draco's spine. Power like that in the room at the Department of Mysteries -- only more personal. Harry's magic, flowing through his body and filling him. He arched back against his husband's thrusts, wanting as much of him as he could get, wanting what only Harry could bring him.
Harry kissed Draco's skin, his eyes closed as he gasped with pleasure. "I love you," he whispered. And his love for Draco had helped defeat Voldemort. Draco simply loving him back, loving him period, had helped Harry save everyone, including Harry himself. It was saving Draco now and Harry would do it forever and he knew it now. He had forever with this man.
"Love, always, love," Draco chanted, rocking back against him, feeling the magic swirling not just in his body but in the room.
The gentle waves of pleasure were beginning to crash as Harry thrust. "Always," he gasped, and it had never meant so much, had never rang more true.
Spinning in the waves of power were memories -- Harry's memories of love. Draco gasped, seeing and feeling himself through Harry's love.
Harry shuddered before he cried out loudly, thrusting as deep as he could and remaining there, filling Draco with his seed and the powerful magic in his body.
"Yours," Draco gasped, as power crested and flowed through, over and out of him, like something spilling over the top of the vessel it was poured into.
There was a collective gasp throughout the room as every single person in it felt the solid wave of pleasurable magic.
Harry fell on top of Draco, gasping for breath and exhausted, both from the sex and from exerting his power to its, literal, fullest.
Draco came slowly to an awareness beyond Harry and the magic. He heard Harry's breath and the sound of a burbling baby. He blinked, opening his eyes. The room was full of people staring with open-mouthed surprise. He shut his eyes, blushing so bright his toes were probably pink.
Harry was too tired to care who was in the room or if there was anyone in the room at all. He felt like he could sleep for a week.
Draco forced himself to take several deep breaths before opening his eyes again. He could hear Valen, and it looked like most of their people were standing, as well as Macnair and Avery. No one was moving. They were all staring at Harry and himself, and the large pool of blood, bone, and cloth on the floor next to them "Harry," he whispered to the man on his back. "Harry, it's done."
Harry held Draco tighter, beginning to shake. "It's done," he replied, hardly able to believe it.
"Harry," Draco said softly, almost laughing. He loved being held by him, but lying on the stone floor, having been just fucked in front of an audience, again, was getting a bit uncomfortable in several ways.
Harry tried to clear his head, shaking it, to believe what he had done. He opened his eyes again and saw everyone staring at him, his bare arse in the air. He blinked a few times and flushed, but found he didn't care all that much, really. He cared more about the two Death Eaters on their feet, even though they seemed stunned. He pulled out of Draco weakly and pulled his trousers back up. He simply sat on the floor, staring and overwhelmed as he looked down at the very large puddle of blood next to him.
Remus was on his knees, holding his wand in one hand and cradling Sirius with his other arm. Sirius was bleeding but awake. He held his wand pointed at Macnair. Remus cast a Body-Bind before Macnair had a chance to react.
The others seemed to come out of the sort of trance they were in then, and Ron turned and cast a Body-Bind on Avery as well, who had raised his wand when Macnair had fallen.
Harry looked from the blood over to his friends. Ron and Hermione looked okay, Sirius was obviously hurt, but alive, Luna and Ginny looked hurt as well, but they were able to sit up and stay awake. Remus and Neville looked all right, too.
The Death Eaters, not so much. They were all at least on the floor, but he couldn't tell who was hurt or killed.
Draco sat up, wincing. He watched his husband pull his trousers back on and realised he didn't even have clothes with him to put on. He sat naked on the floor, still both dazed and sore.
No one seemed to know what to say.
"L-lets get you lot out of here," Harry said finally. "You look hurt."
Ron let out an incredulous laugh at that, staring at Harry with his mouth hanging open.
Valen squealed so loudly it made everyone wince and the baby began thrashing.
"He wants his Daddy Harry," Draco said.
Harry let out a relieved groan, everything of the previous hours hitting him like a train. He held his arms out for his son and Hermione walked forward and handed him over, tears in her eyes.
Harry kissed Valen over and over and over again, tears in his own eyes now as he did.
"Your clothes are in my bag," Sirius rasped to Draco, wincing and clenching his hands.
"And here's this as well," said Ron, walking over and picking up Draco's silver hand from where it lay on the floor next to Voldemort's shattered throne.
Draco looked about for his wand and ended up Summoning it so he could reattach his hand. "There are healing potions in there too," he said.
"There should be enough to help get us to Hogwarts at least," said Hermione, still teary as she picked Sirius's bag up from the floor. She took Draco's clothes out of the compartment in the front of the bag and handed them over to him.
It took him a bit of effort to stand. Draco smiled when he saw his son pulling on Harry's shirt and making that little "o" expression with his mouth.
Harry sniffed and smiled, once again not caring who was in the room. He knew how hungry Valen had to be. He took his shirt off and Valen latched on quickly.
Everyone else allowed him the most privacy they could in the open room. Hermione began handing out the potions in the bag, Ron helping.
Draco got dressed, watching his husband with his usual sappy look on his face. He took a deep breath and tried to turn his mind to the clean up. "Neville," he said, "gather the wands of the Death Eaters."
As the wands were gathered and the potions handed out and taken, Harry continued feeding Valen, who soon fell asleep, obviously exhausted after such a night.
Sirius was able to be helped to his feet, still in pain but not as bad.
Luna seemed to be perfectly fine after taking a Healing Potion, but Ginny still seemed in pain like Sirius and Ron picked her up, despite her protests.
Draco made his way over to the fireplace and, activating it for a Floo call, stuck his head into the flames. He hoped someone was in McGonagall's office.
Professor McGonagall gasped when Draco's head appeared. She had just been speaking with the head Healer in St Mungo's about bringing Healers and staff to help with those injured at Hogwarts. "Mr Malfoy!" she said. "Where are you?"
"Is Hogwarts secure or still under attack?" he asked, not answering her yet.
"We are secure," she said, sounding relieved just to say it. "The battle stopped an hour ago, so there are still guards out, but we believe it is over."
"Voldemort is dead," Draco said, "and Harry is alive."
McGonagall's face paled and she swayed, clutching her chest. "My goodness," she said shakily, literally almost knocked over from this news.
"We are coming through with both prisoners and wounded," Draco said.
"Yes," she said breathlessly. "I'll send for help."
"Sending Harry and Valen through first," Draco said and then pulled his head out of the flames. "Harry," he said, gesturing to him.
Harry got to his feet, knowing that the Floo travel would wake the infant. He put his shirt over Valen's face to protect him and held him close to his body as he stepped through the flames. "Hogwarts!" he said, spinning through the fire. He was pulled out on the other side and hugged tightly by a rarely tearful Professor McGonagall.
"Our wounded next," Draco said, standing and gesturing for Ron to bring Ginny forward.
Ron nodded and stepped into the flames with a huffing Ginny. "Hogwarts!" he called, and he and Ginny were gone.
Sirius was still hanging on to Remus for support, though he tried to step forward himself. Hermione gasped and helped him when he nearly fell.
"Well, I tried," he said weakly with a small chuckle, taking hold of Remus again.
"In with you two," Draco huffed at him.
They moved forward, as well, disappearing into the flames.
"What about these?" Hermione said, moving the nearest Death Eater with her foot.
"Leave the dead, take the living," Draco said. He frowned, looking over at where the crumpled body of Severus Snape lay.
Hermione nodded and began casting Lightening Charms on those alive to take them through.
Draco made everyone go through ahead of him. Then he made his way over to his godfather's body, kneeling beside it. Snape was lying in an awkward heap, eyes unseeing. Draco rolled the body onto his back and straightened the arms and legs out. Then he gently closed Severus's eyes. "Thank you," Draco whispered. Finally, he got to his feet and went to the fireplace, stepping into the flames. "Hogwarts," he said.
Valen had been crying after the Floo travel, but Harry had gotten him to quiet down fairly quickly and he was falling asleep again now. He watched as Hermione, Luna, and Neville came through with Stunned or Bound Death Eaters and he crossed the room quickly when Draco stepped out of the grate.
Draco wrapped his arms around his husband and child and bent to kiss Harry.
Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco back, wrapping one hand in his hair as he held Valen with his free arm.
Draco pulled back to look into Harry's eyes. "No more great and terrible destiny," he whispered, "only us and a boy with green eyes."
Harry could not describe how he felt. The only word he could think of was completely, totally and utterly free. He didn't know if he could convey the feeling with words and so he only let out a very loud laugh and kissed Draco again and then Valen.