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Chapter Five�Fury

�� The curse
took Kingsley neatly in the upper chest, throwing him backwards in a parallel
line to Malfoy and the Aurors who held him. Harry heard shocked gasps and saw
hurried movements out of the corner of his eye, but what registered was the way
Malfoy�s head rose as if someone had called his name.

�� And Harry
knew, then, that he had crossed a line, and that there was no going back.

�� He moved
without thought, because allowing himself time to think would have allowed his
enemies time to gauge his actions. He waved his wand, and the rubble of the
fountain, metal and stone and water, rose and began to whirl in a cloud with a
pointed tip, like pictures of tornadoes that Harry had seen. Another gesture, and
the cloud moved between him and Hermione. She was the closest to him at the
moment and the one who might interfere the worst, because Harry was not sure he
could bring himself to hurt her even if she hurt Malfoy.

�� But you hurt Kingsley, didn�t you? And he�s
your friend, too, and as much a victim of the spell as she is.

�� Harry
buried the thought again, and sent the cloud driving straight at the Aurors who
held Malfoy. As he had hoped they would, they dropped their prisoner�s arms to
back away and draw their wands, concentrating on the mass of the broken
fountain. Harry whispered another spell, and a stray wind broke away from the
rubble to hover behind Malfoy, holding him up comfortingly, since it didn�t
seem he could support himself.

�� The silent,
staring crowd began to recover.

�� He�s been
possessed!� someone called. Harry told himself that he didn�t really recognize
Hermione�s voice. �Malfoy�s done something to him! Get him, take his wand away,
but don�t hurt him!�

�� And kill
Malfoy,� added someone else, in a voice that Harry told himself was not Ron�s.

�� Harry
screamed out a curse he had learned from a book in the days when the Ministry�s
insistence on using dangerous Dark spells had seemed justifiable, the only
right thing to do against Death Eaters who might commit any number of crimes
and would follow no rules in battle. A star-shaped pattern of cracks spread
across the ceiling. Chunks of marble and granite and basalt began to come down,
crashing into hastily built Shield Charms and the statues and doorframes that
the crowd hurried to shelter behind.

�� Harry
spared a last desperate hope that he would not hurt anyone innocent of the
Ministry�s crimes.

�� And then
the battle began in earnest, and he had no more time for prayers, sincere or
not.

�� The white
light of a silencing curse flew past Harry. He ignored it; he could restore his
own voice nonverbally if he had to, and for the moment the more important thing
was raising a Shield Charm over Malfoy. He doubted that any three other people
in the room, even working together, could break through one of his Protego spells.

�� The air in
front of Malfoy flashed and turned sideways, becoming the brilliant shield.
Stone slammed into it and cracked, falling away. The shield spread out into a
shimmering cocoon encasing Malfoy, who still stared at him with an expression
of stunned astonishment on his face. Harry hoped that would be enough.

�� He really
had no more time to spare.

�� Another
silencing curse passed him, and then something slammed him in the back and
flung him to his knees. The world swam dizzily. Harry recognized a spell that
was supposed to knock him unconscious, no doubt so they could take his wand
away from him and put him �safely� in St. Mungo�s.

�� Then a
falling desk from the floor above caught him on the edge of the head.

�� Harry
grabbed onto awareness and held it tight with both hands as he rolled away from
the desk, colors splashing and swirling in front of him. He could not collapse and get away from the pain
by seeking refuge in sleep, no matter how great the temptation. They would
capture Malfoy that way, and they would prevent him from doing anything else to
make up for his mistakes. But he needed something to keep him on his feet�

�� Anger
licked up the sides of his mind in devouring flames and became fury.

�� Harry saw a
shape above him. He didn�t know if it was a friend�as much as that word meant
right now�and he didn�t care. He lifted his wand and murmured, �Cessus.�

�� The figure
went flying away from him as if caught around the middle by an enormous
butterfly net. Harry stood. There was blood on the back of his head and running
in a sticky trail down the side of his neck. He didn�t care. So long as it
didn�t get onto his wand hand and make his grip slippery, then he could keep
battling.

�� He darted a
glance to the side and saw three witches working together to take down the
Shield Charm around Malfoy. It was already showing considerable cracks. Malfoy
stood in the middle of them with his chin held high, but he was wandless and
couldn�t do anything if they broke through.

�� Rage
slithered through Harry and bit down into his heart with all the force Nagini
had used to destroy Snape. �Exercitus!�
he snarled at the witches, gesturing savagely from side to side, a spell that
he hadn�t performed before even in play.

�� The air
above their heads, in the middle of one of the cracks in the ceiling, turned
dark and bulged. The bulges split down the middle and dropped out swarm after
swarm of glittering black hornets, which made a screaming noise as they rushed
down on the witches. In moments the witches were screaming in turn, flapping
frantically at the hornets with ineffective bare hands and casting spells to
try and turn them away. As more swarms were still coming forth from the crack
in the ceiling and attacking them from every undefended angle, that wouldn�t
work any time soon.

�� Harry
grinned. He thought he could feel his lips crack and drip bloody foam as he did
so. Or maybe the bloody foam was already there from the wounds he�d sustained.
He didn�t know. He didn�t think he cared. His blood was up and his heart was
surging and he wanted to hurt all the
people who had tortured people like Malfoy and looked away when vengeance
instead of justice was taken and subjected magical creatures like house-elves
to evil in the months since the Troublestone arrived.

�� Harry��

�� He turned
around. Hermione stood behind him, her face fixed in an expression of horror.
The look impacted Harry less than it would have otherwise done. The fury was
rushing like a wall of flames between him and every normal emotion.

�� He�d put up
with things too long. Now he was on the other side, and the world spun around
him as he fell into the abyss.

�� How could
you do this, mate?� Ron was hovering beside Hermione, face ashen. �For the sake
of Malfoy, no less?�

�� Harry
curled his lip and started to answer, but someone moved towards him from the
side, and if Ron and Hermione weren�t serving as a distraction for the Auror,
they were at least not planning to help Harry against him. Harry faced him
fully and flicked his wrist. �Suptilis!�

�� The man�s
body began to thin, growing paler as Harry watched, stretching towards the
corners of the room like a fine-spun thread. He had some hours to counter the
spell before he faded away completely, but still, he had other things to think
about than attacking right now, as his wand dropped to the floor through fingers
that barely existed. Harry laughed.

�� He�s not
Harry anymore,� Ron said, as though in response to that display of magic or
maybe in response to something Hermione had said. �I think we can safely assume
that. Besides, we�d be helping him.�
And Harry felt the familiar sensation of Ron�s magic uncoiling to attack,
though this time form the other side.

�� He turned
to face them again, cracking out a Shield Charm that rebounded back the Stunner
Ron sent at him. For a moment the room seemed to open around him, and he was
back in the Room of Requirement in their fifth year, facing Ron in a
Dumbledore�s Army training exercise.

�� This was
more serious than that. But that knowledge had become as powerless as
Hermione�s disappointment in him. Harry knew his friends couldn�t help what
they were doing. On the other hand, if he stood back and simply let things
happen around him instead of trying to take an active part in them, then he
would be responsible for more torture like Malfoy�s.

�� He would
not hurt Ron and Hermione. But neither
would he allow them to capture or disable him.

�� He moved
faster than Ron in Defense Against the Dark Arts, always had. And Hermione was
better at reading about unusual spells than she was about putting them into
practice. It had been Harry who spent most of his free time during the last
year testing the spells she discovered, especially because it was one of the
few things that could hold his interest when the Troublestone was infecting him
with apathy. He had practiced diligently with hexes and jinxes that didn�t
cross the line into curses, telling himself that he never knew when he might
need them.

�� He needed
them now.

�� It was like
a dance. Ron and Hermione worked together to isolate him, to trip him, to Stun
him, to crack his Shield Charm and put him out of commission. Harry worked to
knock them unconscious and force them onto the defensive.

�� His skin
tingled and his breath rushed and his limbs worked so fast that he could feel
dim foreshadowing of the aches he�d have tomorrow traveling up and down his
body. His hair got in his eyes. Blood got in them. Harry shook his head
impatiently and threw himself into the fight again. He didn�t think he had to
worry about another Auror attacking from the side, not when they stood as much
of a chance of hitting Ron and Hermione as they did of striking him.

�� Back and
forth, around and to the sides�Harry lost track of the steps as he performed
them, as he destroyed Ron�s Shield Charm and made Hermione hop back several
steps into a new position that would partially allow Ron to protect her. He
aimed for their knees, their wand hands, their shoulders, places that would not
be crippling but would allow him to push them out of the fight. He had to do this. Sweat streamed into his
eyes and joined the blood, but he didn�t care. He could feel the balance of the
battle tipping. They were getting closer and closer to the moment when the
momentum would collapse into Ron and Hermione and the offensive advantage would
be on his side.

�� Harry!�

�� He knew
that was Malfoy�s voice without knowing how he knew. He fell to one knee
without pause, though he couldn�t be sure the warning was for that, and a
Stunner flew over his head and slammed into Ron, knocking him unconscious.

�� So someone wasn�t afraid to aim after all, Harry
thought. Much good it did them. He
called �Expelliarmus!�, and
Hermione�s wand came soaring towards him. Harry caught it and stuck it in his
pocket. If they tried to track and destroy his wand with some of the fancy
spells they�d been setting up, it would do him good to have a backup.

�� He turned
back, still on one knee, and waved his wand in the quick motion one used to
Vanish the corrupted products of unsuccessful Transfiguration in McGonagall�s
class, thought wiped out by knowledge of what happened next. �Expelliarmus plurimus!� He didn�t know
that was an actual spell, but it seemed a reasonable extension of one.

�� Every other
wand in the room flew towards him; he was pelted by a veritable rain of them.
Harry snatched the ones he could reach and bundled them into his robes. He
hoped Kingsley�s was among them. The Minister had the authority to forbid
destruction of his wand, or should, no matter what curses it was used to cast.

�� Then he
stood up and moved towards Malfoy.

�� Malfoy
watched him with eyes so sharp that Harry avoided them after that first glimpse
and kept his attention on the wand motions he was using to reverse the Shield
Charm. At last it was gone and Malfoy took a step forwards, not so much sagging
into his arms as resting on them. Harry could feel those eyes slicing apart his
excuses and lies from a few inches away. And the devastating thing was, he wasn�t
even sure what excuses and lies he
would have to oppose to Malfoy�s skeptical gaze.

�� Do you
still have the Invisibility Cloak?� he murmured, and Summoned it when Malfoy
shook his head. It unfolded itself from the robe of one of the dazed Auror
guards. Harry stuffed it into his own pocket and took a moment to look around
the Atrium.

�� Broken
again, he thought, the fountains and statues thoroughly smashed, just as it had
been after Dumbledore�s battle with Voldemort here in their fifth year, and
again after the Ministry had rebuilt in the wake of the war, replacing the
demented statues established during the reign of Umbridge and her ilk. Really,
they shouldn�t have a monument here at all, Harry thought, or at least not one
to wizarding superiority.

�� Did you
learn what you needed to know?� he murmured into Malfoy�s ear. He didn�t think
anyone was close or conscious enough to hear, but he had already betrayed
enough of Malfoy�s confidences for one day.

�� For long
moments, Malfoy didn�t answer; instead, his hands moved over Harry�s shoulders
and collarbone as if he�d lost his sight and needed to renew his familiarity
with Harry�s body. Harry shivered and stood to attention, unable to relax as
the cold fingers brushed lightly at the nape of his neck and then curled into
the hollow of his throat and rested on the pulse that beat there.

�� They
caught me returning,� Malfoy said at last, �not on the way down.� He tilted his
head back, and Harry saw that he was wearing an uncomfortable smile, more like
a slash across his mouth. �Yes, I�ve learned what I needed to know. About
everything.� He pressed closer to Harry, head cocked now at an angle that had
to hurt, his thumbs pressing down into Harry�s shoulder blades.

�� Well,
good,� Harry muttered, unsure now what he felt in the wake of his dying rage.
He did stare into several corners of the Atrium, imprinting the images of the
destruction he�d wrought on his brain. If he was going to act, if he was going
to be a traitor and a rebel, he ought not to hide from the sight of what he�d
done. He�d hurt people. He might have killed some of them.

�� There would
be a reckoning for that. At the very least, when the Troublestone was defeated,
Harry knew he would have to come back to the Ministry and turn himself in as a
war criminal. It was the right thing to do, and consequences kept from falling
right now would not stay away forever.

�� What are
you doing?� Malfoy�s voice was high and harsh, as if he wanted to be away from
the Ministry and had already told Harry that several times. Perhaps he had.
Harry had been filling his mind with the sight of people covered with stings
and Hermione�s silently weeping face, not the sounds next to him. �Come away.�

�� Harry
turned and walked out of the Ministry, Malfoy matching him step for step. Harry
was uncertain whether he could actually walk on his own, but if so, he didn�t
seem interested in doing it.

*

�� Harry
Apparated them to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Of course his flat would be
the first place they would look when they managed to recover from their shock,
and the Black house was as safe as any other in Britain. Ron and Hermione would
probably remember its existence, but Harry, because he was paranoid, had
replaced the Fidelius Charm and made Dennis Creevey, who�d moved out of Britain
and was honored to be asked, the Secret-Keeper. Harry doubted that Ron and
Hermione would think to ask Dennis. Besides, Dennis ought to be beyond the
influence of the Troublestone, perhaps even horrified by what had been going on;
the last owl Harry had received from him, a few months ago, had contained a few
sentences about how �things had certainly changed� and not much else.

�� Harry
stepped into the house and closed his eyes, leaning Malfoy carefully against
the wall for a moment. These last few steps, he had acted as if really couldn�t
stand on his own, leaning heavily against Harry and catching his gaze every
chance he got, so Harry would take him upstairs and lay him on a bed as soon as
he could. But right now, he needed a short space of time to recover.

�� He didn�t
receive it. A hand on his cheek made him open his eyes. Malfoy was leaning
towards him, eyes so wide and blank that they looked like the eyes of someone
dead by drowning, his mouth slightly parted and his motion containing a sort of
awful inevitability about it.

�� Before
Harry knew what was happening, Malfoy fastened his mouth on Harry�s and began
to kiss him. His tongue intruded the way his finger had that morning. Harry�s
teeth parted around it in the same helpless way. Malfoy stepped closer yet and
curved a leg around to kick Harry�s ankles apart. He was making a subdued
keening noise in the back of his throat, and his lips clung to Harry�s as if he
were sucking poison out of a wound.

�� Harry
raised a hand without knowing what he would do with it. His fingers ended up
tucked behind Draco�s head, threading through his hair. He pulled his face
closer, to see if that would change the kiss, and Draco moaned and opened his
mouth so wide that Harry gasped. Yes, the angle of his head changed things.

�� His glasses
were fogging from the mingling of their breaths. His emotions still tumbled
through him like children turning somersaults, and he didn�t know if he felt
confused, angry, exhilarated, or something else entirely. He kissed and lapped,
his own tongue tracing paths that were slimy from the movement of Draco�s, and
thought that at any moment the strangeness would end and Draco would step away.

�� But he�d
lost track of what Draco�s other hand, the one not gripping his cheek, was
doing. His eyes widened and he gasped deeply, though there was nothing to
inhale but more wetness and more warmth, when fingers curled around his cock.

�� Draco
snarled into his mouth and flattened his palm out a moment later, holding it
still. Harry realized he had shoved his groin forwards and was grinding against
that flat palm of his own free will. He was also keening in the back of his
throat, the way Draco had keened when he kissed him a moment ago.

�� That did confuse him enough to make him
wonder if they shouldn�t stop. Somehow, he had never thought that lying mostly
naked with Draco in bed and taking his finger into his mouth might result in
this. He leaned his head back on the wall and gasped a few breaths of clear air
before Draco�s mouth found him again. He tried to say, �Malfoy��

�� Never saw
anything like it,� Draco whispered. �Not alone any longer. You�ll come with me,
you�ll be with me��

�� Yes, but
that doesn�t mean�� Harry began, arguments springing up in his head. There was
a difference between assaulting the Ministry together and doing this together.

�� Then he met
Draco�s narrowed, gleaming gray eyes, as hard as flagstones, and felt himself
drown. He moaned before Draco reintroduced his tongue to his mouth, and fumbled
down for the erection he could feel pressing against his hip. He juggled it
awkwardly through cloth, shifting so that the wall gave him balance.

�� His hand
got jammed in Draco�s robes and he couldn�t reach flesh, but he could still
stroke and watch the light in those strange eyes leap and glimmer. It came and
went like flame, and Draco�s groans traveling past his ear had the sound of
pain in them. A tearing sensation exploded through Harry�s chest, rather like
the way he�d felt when the fury first began to consume him in the Ministry.

�� How long has it been since someone has done
this for him? As long as it�s been for me? Longer?

�� Harry felt
angry to think of it, as he was angry about Draco�s wounds, as he was angry
about Draco�s nightmares. He could change things. He could make things better.
He shoved up from the wall, readjusting his position so that both hands were
clasped around Draco�s erection now, stroking and teasing as much as he could
when robes still separated them. Draco shivered, and for a moment his head rolled
as if it would sag back on his neck. But then he braced a forearm across
Harry�s chest and recovered his balance.

�� Harry
looked down. The forearm was the left one, and the sleeve had slid back enough
so that he could see the Dark Mark.

�� Surely that
was the time for clarity to strike him, if it ever would. Instead, Harry bowed
his head and flicked his tongue across the snake. The skin felt colder than
normal and rough under his tongue, like a scarred stone.

�� Draco cried
out. His chest was heaving so fast now that Harry would have feared for his
life if he didn�t know what was causing it. He pushed his tongue insistently
into the kiss until Harry almost gagged and came like that, so Harry knew of
his orgasm mostly because of the wetness against his fingers and the trembling
gasps in his mouth.

�� Harry kept
his hand where it was, thinking that it might be over, that Draco might pull
back and walk away. It would make as much sense as anything that had happened
since he�d rescued Draco from Gingerbrats.

�� Instead,
Draco began to stroke him again. Harry caught his breath, or tried to. He
couldn�t, really. He was panting, and Draco�s tongue traced the outline of his
lips as he added his other hand to the motions, pulling and spiraling up the
length of Harry�s cock. Harry tossed his head back and hissed.

�� Draco�s
hand clasped the back of his neck and pulled him into the kiss again. His
tongue thrust, twice, denting Harry�s cheeks and rasping across his teeth.

�� Harry cried
out and came, body and mind overwhelmed by an image of an act he�d never
fantasized about before. But now he thought he knew what it would be like, and
the climax that tore through him sealed and branded it with pleasure for a
sign. Harry felt his legs shake with longing and aftershock and knew he wanted
to experience what Draco�s tongue had imitated, and soon.

�� Draco�s
hands both rose to the back of his neck and rubbed there, the fingers making
soothing circles. He stepped closer, fitting his knee into the cradle of
Harry�s groin and making him whine as his spent cock gave a twitch and the
sticky mess of his come shifted.

�� His mouth
never relinquished Harry�s, the kiss drawing him further and further in, a
riptide in a cold sea.

*

�� linagabriev:
Well, I think Chapter 5 has plenty of action to make up for it.

�� And thank
you. The notion of scars connecting Harry and Malfoy is important for the rest
of the fic.

�� Yes, in
this case, breaking the bond of the spell was Harry�s fault. Harry�s actions in
this fic do have consequences, and can�t simply be excused as his doing what he
has to do.

�� Draco will
explain how he analyzed the Troublestone in Chapter 6.

�� Mangacat:
Mostly, Harry�s friends are sorry for him and think he must have gone mad or be
under a spell.

�� SP777:
Well, yes, Draco�s experiences over the last year have not left him entirely
sane.

�� Thrnbrooke:
Here it is!

�� Christy: Thank
you! In this fic, they are very much alone, especially with Harry�s latest
action.
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