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Title: Deserving

By: Moon of the Sea

Chapter 53 Final Chapter

Harry and Severus entered the fishing hut to find the children in bed with Charlie. Charlie had a storybook in his hands which made Severus think that he had read till exhaustion; no doubt a demand from the children. Harry looked at Severus trying to hide his smile. So he wasn’t the only one the children could sucker into reading more than one bedtime story. Severus lifted an eyebrow, “Now where is Creevey with his blasted camera when you need him?” he asked rhetorically.

But Harry’s eyes lit up and looking at Severus in total amazement said: “You’re brilliant.”

“Yes, well, you do have a way of stating the obvious, but what may I ask has prompted this observation?”

“Dennis, why didn’t I think about Dennis?” said Harry still in total amazement.

“Given the fact that you are now a married man I find it very easy to understand why you have erased Mr. Creevey from your thoughts,” said Severus with a menacing glare.

“But don’t you see? Dennis is the perfect solution to all this mess. You’re brilliant, absolutely brilliant,” Harry said staring into his own thoughts gathering information from one side of his mind to the other. Severus could see him forming a plan; a plan that was not being shared with him.

“Forgive me Sir, but I have no idea what you are talking about. How exactly can Mr. Creevey be of service in this situation?”

“Don’t you see? We’ll beat Single at his own game. He has all those screens put up around Diagon Ally and in a couple of hours tons of wizards will be there to vote for the next Minister of Magic. We will not have a better opportunity than this one. We can show the Wizarding World what Single is all about. It has to work; it just has to.”

***

“Harry, you can’t be serious. You can’t endanger his life. He’s a kid,” said Neville trying to talk some sense into the Chosen One.

“Neville, I am not going to do such a thing. All I want is the camera,” but then thinking that he would have no idea how to project the images onto the screens added “and some instructions on how to do this.”

“He will not give you the camera without knowing what’s it for and once you tell him he will insist on going.”

Harry knew Neville was right. He looked around the cave walls as if looking for the solutions. “Maybe we can take it from him without him knowing?” said Harry hesitantly.

Neville shook his head “Not happening, he keeps that contraption in his pocket.”

“Always?”

“Always”

“Can we…”

“Can we what? Harry. Hit me over the head and take it away from me,” said Dennis coming into Harry and Neville’s vision. “Are you going to stupefy me?” asked Dennis drawing his wand.

Harry looked at Neville and Neville looked at Harry. They had been caught. Harry knew this wasn’t going to be easy but yet again it never is.

“Dennis, be reasonable, all I need are the photos and a way to project them. This is what you have been working for all this time; isn’t it? You’ve documented all of Singles atrocities and this is the time to make use of your labor.”

“I agree,” said Dennis still holding up his wand. “And I have no problem being part of this mission.”

“NO,” said Neville and Harry in unison.

Dennis looked at them with disbelief. “When are you two going to understand that I am not the little boy that fell into the lake on his ride to Hogwarts? I have been taking all these pictures and NO ONE but me will show them; is that clear?”

“Dennis be reasonable Single is looking for you. If he sees you he will have you arrested before you can get your pictures up.”

“Yeah, Neville is right. You have to stay here…”

“Really… and were you going to do this in broad daylight? Is that your plan Harry?” said Dennis in his most sarcastic tone.

Neville saw that Harry was failing miserably at keeping Dennis away from harm’s way and decided to intervene. “Look Dennis you know how much you are needed here.”

“Yes, Neville is right; someone has to take care of the children.”

This time it was Dennis and Neville who looked at Harry with a puzzled look.

“Well, I think I forgot to mention the other part of my plan,” taking a deep breath “We are going to need the Marked Ones to come along.”

“Are you Mental?” asked Neville.

“You can’t be serious, Harry. You wouldn’t put their lives in danger; would you? Asked a shocked Dennis.

“Listen, most of the Marked Ones now have wands and their magic…”

“So… What? You want them to go to war?” asked Neville in disbelief.

“Harry, you are not seriously suggesting another war; are you?” cried Dennis.

“What? No! Look they have to show the Wizarding World that they have no intention of harming anyone like Single will have them belief. Don’t you see? They have had magic and wands for some time now and not one of them has gone seeking revenge on the citizens of our community. That pared up with the photos of all the injustice committed by Single just might be the trick to end all this madness.”

For the first time Harry’s plan was making sense to someone other than himself.

“You see, Dennis, someone has to stay with the children.”

But to his surprise Neville was the one who responded. “No, Harry, the children must also go. Pictures are no comparison to the real thing.”

Dennis looked at Neville and knew at once that he was right. If this was going to work everyone was going to have to make some sacrifices. He approached Neville and tenderly caressed his cheek. He knew how hard that decision had been for Neville and he wanted to make sure that he gave him all his support. But Harry saw more in that action than support; he saw love and wondered if they knew.

“It is settled then,” said Dennis looking into Neville’s eyes “There is no way that the children are going and I am not. Besides it would take hours for any of you to learn the incantation that will project the pictures and even longer to figure out my filing system. It will be daylight soon and we should all be in place before they get there.”

Harry figured out that it was no longer his call. He looked at Neville. “Fancy being Minister of Magic?”

Neville drew his head back as if whipped by a strong gust of wind. “Mate, you’re barking mad if you think I would take that job. Besides you’re the Chosen One. People are sure to vote for you especially after they see what we have to show them.”

“I find myself yet again turning down the position. I might be dense but I had a really good teacher, Dumbledore. The most brilliant mind of our times did not want that job and my guess is that he was on to something but the fact is that we need someone; someone that will be on our side.”

“If you ask me I think Mona has done a great job and she would do more if she had the power to do so,” offered Neville.

Harry shook his head. “Yeah, you’re right about that. Can you speak to her?”

Neville thought for a second; if he were to go off to speak with Madam Sprout that would leave Dennis and Harry alone on the other leg of the mission. What was he doing? Why was he thinking that way? He had to think about the Marked Ones. He took a deep gulp and nodded his consent.

***

Single had everything ready. He would finally get the job he deserved. The job he had been working towards for such a long time. With Harry Potter on the run he was a shoe in for the job of Minister of Magic. He had given the order to continuously play the scenes that he had so carefully selected. Over and over again people could see how the children of the Death Eaters were menacing with power beyond their age. Power that seemed ten times more menacing on the big screens. His thoughts were interrupted by someone wanted access to his office. He turned slightly to see that it was Kent. He turned back to the window that showed him a very peaceful Diagon Ally.

“What is it? I asked not to be disturbed,” he said in a non-interested voice.

“I thought you might like to receive a gift. A victor’s gift of sorts,” baited Kent.

Single turned to look at the man. “A gift you say.”

“Yes, Sir, should I have them bring it in?”Said Kent savoring the ramifications of his act.

“What is it?” asked Single intrigued.

“Do you not wish to be surprised, my Lord,” said Kent thinking that would earn him many, many favors.

Single’s face drew cold and menacing. “Do you think it wise to call me by that title the day of my election? Do you have NO common sense? Am I surrounded by idiots?”

“Forgive me, Sir, It was most unwise of me. I believe the events have been nonstop for over twenty-four hours, the lack of sleep has clouded my judgment, forgive me,” said Kent with a slight bow.

Single thought for a minute. If he would be honest with himself he would have to admit that he liked the title. After the ballots were counted he would adopt the title. Yes, MY LORD, it had such a nice ring to it. But for now he would have to deal with his present. “What is this gift you speak of?”

Kent went to the door and said “Bring him in.” There before him Single saw the fair and young Malfoy. His smile grew wide. “Where are the rest?”

“We killed Kingsley, but were unable to find the child,” informed Kent.

Single’s eyebrow shot up, “Kingsley, dead? Where is the body?”

Kent was obviously startled by the question. “The body, My… Sir?”

“Yes! You idiot! The body. You claim that Kingsley is dead, that you or one of your men has killed him; something that I find hard to believe.

Kent replayed the events in his head. Yes, Kingsley was dead. He had seen him sprawled on the ground; lifeless. “Sir, I assure you that I myself saw the lifeless body of Mr. Shacklebolt”.

Single looked at him with doubt but this was not the time to question those who seem intent in pleasing him. He turned his attention to the young and still very beautiful Malfoy. It was easy to see how the death eater had entangles his head of Aurors to the point of desertion.

“So, young Malfoy, it seems you’re up for grabs yet again. What with your so call husband dead you are once again in need of a Guide. I think I will select this Guide myself. Yes, I know of many who would love the attentions of such a well cared for Marked One as you,” Single said looking closely for Draco’s reaction. Reaction that did not come, Draco was as lifeless as Kent claimed that Shacklebolt was. There was no life in those gray eyes. So it was true, his mate was dead. Young Malfoy knew that he had no hope left. “Take him away. I will deal with him after my election,” he ordered.

“Seven forty-five, Sir,” announced the young clerk that entered Single’s office.

“Yes, the polls will open in fifteen minutes. Soon, very soon,” he said savoring his sure victory, victory that engulfed his every thought and did not let him hear the commotion outside his window. It wasn’t until he saw Kent move towards the window that he came back down to earth and followed Kent’s line of vision. There on his biggest screen was a picture of two emaciated young men. He had to scrunch up his vision to remember their names, Crabbe and Goyle. Yes, that was their names, but what were they doing on screen. But before he could come up with a reasonable explanation the scene changed to a dead Goyle with a half dead newborn by his side. Then Single heard as the crowd made sounds of despair when the body of that same baby was pictured in the little tiny coffin. The body of the baby shriveled by lack of nutrients. Single saw in horror as people covered their eyes in pain. And then he saw him, Harry Bloody Potter on his stage.

“Will we stand by and allow innocent children to dye for the sins of their kin? Is that what we the Wizarding Word have been reduced to?” I didn’t grow up in this wonderful world and I always regretted it, but now that I see what is going on I ask myself: Where you better off in the Muggle World?”

Harry had the crowd hanging on his every word. Meanwhile Dennis had pictures sliding behind Harry on the big screen: Pictures of children dying of hunger, picture of children with no decent clothing, picture of children being kept in dog kennels, pictures that shocked and repulsed the audience. Single felt the circulation being cut off from his hands. His fists were so tight he was drawing blood. He turned on his heals and headed towards Harry. When he got down to the platform he yelled: “Arrest that man. He is a traitor! An outlaw!”

Harry looked at him and enjoyed the face of despair that Single displayed.

“A traitor? An outlaw? Is that what the Wizarding World is calling me these days? Has the Wizarding World forgotten who defeated Tom Riddle?” and looking down at the crowd: “Have you?”

“NO!” said the crowd in unison and then they began to chant: “Potter for Minister! Potter for Minister! Potter for Minister!”

Harry looked up at Single and bathed in the satisfaction of seeing Single’s world crumble around him. He saw the wizard turn around and run, unaware of Single’s intentions. Harry turned is attention back to the crowd before him, but Dennis kept his eyes on Single. He saw as the wizard entered the Ministry building and thought to ask Kings to keep an eye on Single. Where was Kingsley? Dennis looked up to see if Draco and Nicky were among the Marked Ones on the platform, but they were not there.

Harry lifted up his hands to silence the crowd.

“Thank you, I am happy to see that the Wizarding World has not forgotten. But I need you to remember why we went to war in the first place. I don’t know about you, but I went to war seeking peace and have yet to find it. Six years have passed and there is still great sadness among our people. There is slavery! When did we consider slavery and option? When did we start believing that it was all right to make decisions for another human been? When did we become DARK WIZARDS and WITCHES?” Harry looked around and found that not one of them were able to look him in the eyes. “I am the first one guilty of this crime and the first one to feel deeply ashamed of my actions. But I am going to make sure this insanity ends now by voting for Pomona Sprout.”

“NO!” cried the crowd and once again began to chant: “Potter for Minister!”

Once again Harry lifted his hands to silence the crowd. “No, I can not, in good faith run for minister when I have been one of the worst offenders against the Marked Ones.”

“Potter for Minister,” they continue to chant.

Harry gave the signal and all the Marked Ones Apparated on the platform with wand on hand and child by their sides. The crowd grew silent and even fearful. They were starting to flee when Harry spoke again.

“No, please do not fear. The Marked Ones have had their magic and wands for sometime now. If they had any intentions of bringing harm to any of us they would have done it ages ago. No, it is time for peace. We all want peace; do we not?”

The crowd seemed to murmur their agreement.

“Look around you, can you think of a reason why you and your neighbors should have peace but these parents with their children should not? I know I can’t.”

Harry stopped to allow his words to sink in. “My husband, Severus Snape, has worked non-stop to help the children of the Death Eaters…” he stopped and decided to clarify his words. “I repeat, children of the Death Eaters, not Death Eaters, to find their rightful place in our society. My husband believes…”

His words were interrupted by the ooos and aaas of the crowd. He turned to see what they were reacting to and found himself face to face with Severus and his children. “Severus! What are you doing here? I specifically told you to stay…”

“I am a Marked One, and as I am sure you would not ask of the other Marked Ones what you would not allow of your own, I am here,” he said in a low volume but firm voice.

Harry knew he had no defense against his husband’s words, so he turned to the public again. “My husband is a firm believer in the fact that hatred breeds hatred and kindness breeds kindness. If you, like my husband believe that the only way we can find peace is by allowing each and everyone of our citizens the basic right to freedom you will vote for Pomona Sprout.”

There was silence among the crowd as they marched into the Ministry of Magic to cast their votes. Harry looked defeated. He expected the crowed to cheer their agreement but they did not and Harry had no idea how they would vote. Severus placed a hand on his husband’s back and said: “You have done everything you could, now it is up to them.”

***

Single sat in the dark office staring at the big screens that had been his doomed. The streets down below were empty, dark and quiet. The votes had been counted and the insurable Pomona Sprout had been elected Minister of Magic. She would ride on Harry Bloody Potter’s platform and give the Marked Ones their freedom. His son’s death would never be avenged. He felt his blood boil with rage. He had to strike, but how? And who? Then he remembered that in a cell not far from his office was the defenseless and defeated Mr. Draco Malfoy. Yes, Draco Malfoy, his pain was sure to hurt those who had defeated him. With Kingsley gone Potter and the others will feel compel to protect Kingsley’s spouse. He walked slowly towards the cell thinking of the best way to hurt the trapped animal in the cage. When he got to the door he saw Malfoy looking up into the dark sky. Malfoy, with his platinum hair and his grey eyes, with his skins as white as snow. It took but a second to realize how he would get his vengeance. Yes, the Malfoy kid was beautiful. It was easy to see how he had captured the head of the Auror Department. But tonight he would be his own personal boy toy. He stepped threw the door without opening it and was shocked to see the Draco did not move. He kept his eyes on the stars.

Single took a step to insure that the Marked One knew of his presence. But again he got no reaction from the son of the prominent Death Eater. He cleared his throat, which finally annoyed Draco to the point where he did not move but did address Single.

“It took you long enough. I heard Harry from up here. I thought for sure you were headed my way when you stormed into the building,” said Draco barely moving his jar.

“And why would I come to you?” asked Single.

“To rape me, of course. Isn’t that why you are here?”

How could he know? Was he so predictable? The Malfoy kid’s attitude did nothing but worsen his rage.

“YES! That is exactly why I am here, so now…” Single was struck by the fact that he had no idea what to say next. He had orchestrated so many rapes but he himself had never been a participant.

“Not the same; is it? When you are the one committing the crime,” said Draco still not moving.

“CRIME! You think it is a crime to punish the likes of you? Please, don’t make me laugh. You and your kind deserve no compaction.”

“So you must feel very satisfy to know that I am broken. That not even the kiss of a Dementor would take me any lower than I am now. That nothing you can do to me can come close to the pain of losing my family.”

“Offer!” came the demand.

Draco did not move.

Single took out his wand and again gave the order: “Offer!”

Those stars were looking mighty interesting to Draco.

“Mr. Malfoy, don’t you doubt for a second that I would use this wand.”

The Marked One did not move or show any kind of reaction.

“Imperio!”

Draco didn’t stand a chance before he knew it he was before Single awaiting orders.

“Offer,” came the order.

Draco pulled down his jeans to reveal a naked bottom. He bend over showing Single his nakedness.

“NO! I said offer. Don’t you know the proper way to offer? On your hands and knees like the filth that you are.”

Draco got on his hands and knees and placed his forehead on the stone floor then parting his cheeks offered his new master the entrance to his body.

Single looked down at the offering with satisfaction. It was little satisfaction but it would have to do for now. He was about to kneel down behind Draco when the door to the cell exploded.

“Step away from my husband,” came the booming voice.

Draco lifted his head in disbelief. Kings? But… how? Kings was dead? He had seen it with his own eyes.

“I said step away from my husband,” said Kingsley stepping closer to Single with his wand pointed directly at Single’s chest.

“Mr. Kingsley, you have no idea how happy it makes me to see you in such good health. I am sure your h u s b a n d will stop pestering me now that he knows that you are well.”

“Are you barking mad, Single?”

“Why Mr. Kingsley your spouse has been begging me to take him. As you can see he has not gotten up to welcome you. It must be such a drag to have a slut for a partner.” Single was determined to get any bit of satisfaction as he could get his hands on.

Kingsley didn’t understand why Draco was still on the ground in an offering position.

“Draco, come here, everything is going to be all right,” said Kingsley with the softest voice he could muster.

But try as he might, Draco was unable to stand.

You see Mr. Kingsley. Your spouse had accepted a new master. Will you can’t blame him, you see it’s in their nature to follow. This is why the Dark Lord had no problems recruiting the likes of him.”

“LIES!” boomed Kingsley. “Draco, my love, please get up.”

Draco scrunched up his eyes and tried to gather all the strength within him but to no avail. He was not able to get up from his position. Kings’ shoulders slumped in defeat. He could not believe what his eyes were witnessing. When all of a sudden a curse passed right by his left ear hitting Single straight in the chest making him fall to the ground. Kingsley turned to see Mark Sly with his wand still aiming at the corps. Mark did not answer Kingsley unvoiced questions instead he walked towards Draco and gave him a hands up. When Draco was standing he decided to answer Kings most pressing question: “Imperio.”

Kingsley opened his hands to receive Draco.

“Nicky?” asked Draco fearing the answer.

“Have you forgotten what a clever elf we have?” said Kings with a broad smile; smile that was mimicked by Draco and Sly.

***

A Year later at Richard’s sixth birthday:

Or should I say:

A year later on Harry and Richard’s Birthday…

Harry and Richard were landing from a great game of Quidditch against Nicky and Draco. He was grabbing the broom that Draco was handing him when he heard Richard complain to Nicky.

“Boy! I can’t wait to fly alone. Can they fly any slower?”

“I know and they were our young dads, can you imagine?” responded Nicky rolling his eyes.

Harry and Draco looked at each other with stunned faces and just as quickly began to laugh.

“Hay, at least we are the ‘young’ dads,” Draco consoled his former schoolmate.

“Yeah, I guess that has to count for something,” said Harry reaching the shed where he put the brooms away.

Draco found Kings and fitted himself within the tall man’s arms. Harry felt good inside. He looked around and saw Sly practically carrying Milly and their newborn baby girl. Ron was also trying to rock his baby girl to sleep while Hermione was having some kind of political discussion with Neville who in turn had Creevy nestle between his arms. Harry’s eyes landed on Severus who was in the opposite corner also enjoying the view. Harry circled around until he came behind Severus.

“You know we could earn loads of Galleons if we open a child care center,” he declared.

“I had no idea we were lacking funds,” responded Severus not moving his sight from his guest.

“Yeah, well, it was just a thought.”

Severus did not care for the small talk he was simply enjoying the view.

“Content?” ask Harry now standing side by side with Severus and also looking at their guest.

“How can I not be? My little snakes are finally free. Mona has gone as far as giving them back whatever property she could find that rightfully belonged to them. She has enacted a law that will prevent anything remotely resembling slavery to ever exist in our world. Yes, my husband, content.”

“Content enough to give me our third child?” asked Harry still not looking at Severus.

Severus turned to look at Harry in disbelief. “You know that you have just to give the word and I will prepare the potion.”

Harry turned to look at his husband. “Content enough to give me a child without the pain of conception or birth?”

Harry held his breath and expected the worst but was pleasantly surprise when his husband smiled.

“May I remind you that Serena was conceived and born without any pain. ”

“Yeah, well we all know it wasn’t thanks to you. I just want to make sure you are not going to go off to an active volcano to have our third child.”

Severus dropped his head so his long black hair would hide his smile. When he felt confident he rose to his full height. “So should I prepare the potion?” he asked looking on to the festive scene before him.

Harry also kept his eyes ahead. “No pain?” he asked for reassurance.

“Look around us my husband. There is peace. I believe we have earned it. Do you not agree?”

Harry approached his husband and wrapped his arms around him. “I agree.”

Their moment was interrupted by the cries of their youngest child.

“Richard! Richard!” Serena cried.

Richard was off running with the boys and Serena was doing her best to keep up with them. But the six-year-old boys were no match for her so before anyone could guess how she would solve her problem she scrunched up her eyes and turned into a fawn. This time the fawn got up on its wobbly legs and began to race towards the boys. Harry ran to one side to try to corner her and Severus ran to the other but in her fawn form she had speed not expected from a young creature. Harry stopped and considered his options. Then he drew his wand and pointed it to the sky. Severus followed suit.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” they yelled in unison.

Doe and Buck appeared and circled the fawn keeping it in a tight circle. The fawn tried and tried to ditch the buck and the doe but grew frustrated when she saw they were not budging. She turned into her little girl form and with a pout cried “Not fair!”

Harry, Severus, and their guest all laughed out loud.

Finite Incantatem

A/N Wow! It has been a long ride. Thank you so much for sticking with my story and for all your reviews. The good and the ugly.

So much has happened since I began to write Deserving. We, Harry, Severus, and myself were in a very tumultuous state when the story started. But now at the end of our journey I believe WE have found peace and for that I am grateful.

I don’t know when I will write another Fanfic I really would like to try something original. I have no idea what websites publishes original work so if you know of one, shoot me an email.

Until our paths cross again,

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