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Rise of the Dark Angel	By : isabel88 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 61368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Title: Rise of the Dark Angel

Author: Izzby09

Beta Reader/Co-Author: Tonks-is-cool.

Chapter: 7: Consequences Part One

Settings: AU after OOTP: It's canon up to the beginning of the battle at the DOM when they are in the veil room, after that, it's AU and mine.

Pairings: HP/DM; LV/SS; LM/RL; NL (CL)/LL; RL/BL

Warnings: This story will contain mentions of Violence, Child Abuse, Adult Language, Alcohol Use, Slash/Het Sexual situations and Death. Please discontinue reading if such scenes or themes are offensive to you.

A/N: this chapter was very long (almost 30,000 words) so it was decided to split it into two parts

Disclaimer: I own nothing…if I did, Ginny would have died in the CoS, Dumbledore would have choked on his lemon drops and Harry would have stood up for himself against Molly and Dumbledore.

Disclaimer 2: this story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Letter or commentary/introduction

{Parssseltongue}

~…~ indicates scene change

O.P.D.: Sunday 12^th December, ’10.

Last time on RDA:

"A potion my Lord," Snape said, "one that I was working on. I found it in one of the books from Harry's library. He found a spell to copy and translate the book into another language and he translated it into English and gave it to me. Inside, it contained a potion that would restore the youthful appearance of the drinker."

"Severus," Voldemort started.

"I wanted to give something to you," Snape continued. "I spent the last three days working on it and finished it just over thirty minutes ago. However, as I was not completely sure it would work, I tested it on myself to ensure no harm could come to you."

"You did that without knowing what could possibly happen?" Voldemort demanded from him.

"Yes my Lord," Snape nodded. "You are our Lord and I was not about to give you a potion that would be detrimental to your health."

"I see," Voldemort nodded, though he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Snape's new face or body.

"I saved a vial for you in the case that it did work," Snape said as he removed the bottle from his robes and held it out to his Lord.

"I trust you Severus," Voldemort said as he took the bottle. He drank it and waited patiently. Soon, he felt the effects and as Snape did, his eyes closed. He opened them when he heard Snape gasp.

"My Lord," Snape's voice had turned husky as he took in the new appearance of the Dark Lord.

(This scene happens on the same day and night as the first full moon)

Snape looked at the Dark Lord and couldn't stop his mouth from dropping open in shock or his eyes from travelling the entire body of the Dark Lord. Snape could feel the waves of power rolling through the room that told him the Dark Lord was very agitated, but he paid it no mind as his mind couldn't focus on anything but the Dark Lord's new looks.

He started at the top; he saw that where there was a bald head, Voldemort's head was now filled with thick, dark locks. His nose was no longer just a slit on his face, but was now an actual nose. His lips were now full and slightly bow-shaped. The most shocking about his face though, were his eyes. They were dark brown, almost black, but they had a ring of red around the irises.

Snape's eyes traveled from Voldemort's face down his body. His eyes took in the broad and fuller shoulders, his arms were no longer slim but muscled. From what he could see of the Dark Lord's chest, it was muscled as well. His eyes drifted back up to the Dark Lord's face and Snape couldn't help the tiny moan that escaped his lips when he saw the storm of lust in his master's eyes nor could he help it when he wet his lips with his tongue.

Voldemort stood still and allowed Snape to look his fill even as he did the same. His eyes travelled his follower's body and he felt an appreciation build inside at the new body. He had desired Snape before, but now, his desire had increased exponentially. He felt it rise inside of him and as Snape's eyes made their way back to his, he allowed his lust in its entirety show in his eyes. His magic was barely controlled due to the events of the last few days, and the ocean of lust that was rising between the two of them was threatening it. It shattered when he heard Snape moan and saw the tongue sneaked out to trail over his lips.

With a feral growl, Voldemort yanked Snape's body towards him and claimed his lips in a harsh kiss. As his lust spiraled out of control, so did his magic. Its power licked at his skin.

Snape moaned the moment Voldemort touched him. As his lips were claimed, his hands frantically tore at his Lord's clothes, desperate to touch his skin. His hand slipped into Voldemort's trousers and wrapped around his cock; it caused Voldemort to bite his lips and he moaned.

"My Lord," he moaned as he pulled his lips away. He threw his head back, allowing Voldemort to bite and suck at his neck. "Merlin."

"Marvolo," Voldemort said as he moved back to Snape's lips. "You'll be screaming that name." His hands moved over Snape's body, cupping his ass and lifting him in the air, allowing Snape to wrap his legs around him. He moved to the bed and cast a Locking and Silencing Charm at the door. He would have no interruptions.

Snape wrapped his arms around Voldemort's neck and kissed back feverishly. He tore at his master's clothes, needing them off. As if sensing it, Voldemort waved his hand and banished both of their clothes. The skin on skin contact pulled moans from both. Snape's legs widened automatically, and Voldemort settled between them.

"M-Marvolo," Snape moaned out as he grinded against him. His cock was rock hard and the feel of Voldemort's cock against his own was wreaking havoc on his body. Pre-cum was already leaking, slicking the two cocks and he knew he would not last long.

"Severus," Voldemort groaned as he rutted against him. The feelings and passion were so intense and he relished in it. He felt the leaking cock against his own and he couldn't wait. Casting a Cleansing, Lubrication and Stretching Charm, he grabbed Snape's legs in his hands before lining his cock at Snape's entrance. He looked at him and when he caught Snape's eyes, he pushed inside with a few shallow thrusts.

"Oh fuck," Snape threw his head back when he felt the thrust. It hurt, he was so not used to this, but the pleasure would make up for the pain. He could feel Voldemort's balls resting against his ass and he clenched around the cock in him. "Fuck…feels…so…good."

"So hot…so fucking tight," Voldemort groaned as he felt Snape's muscles clench down on him. He pulled back until it was only the tip of his cock inside, before he slammed back in. "Sweet Salazar..." He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked Snape. "Touch me."

Snape's hands travelled over Voldemort's body before he stopped on his ass. He gripped the cheeks as he arched his back, pushing himself into Voldemort's erratic thrusts. "Harder my Lord…fuck me harder."

Voldemort snarled and grabbed Snape's leg, shifting them from his waist to his shoulders. The new angle sent him deeper and his cock slammed directly into Snape's prostate.

Snape's back arched as he gripped Voldemort's arms. "Right there…(moan)…you feel…(gasp)…so…good…so…big. Faster…harder…fuck me my Lord."

Voldemort's grip on his legs tightened. As he fucked him, images flashed through his mind; Dumbledore at Little Hangleton…the cave where his locket was supposed to be…Cornelius' refusal…the rush of pleasure while slaughtering Vance and Bones...hovering high above the Thames in the middle of the night, the breathtaking view of the mighty river and the lights of the bridge illumination and industrial complexes far below him...the impressive crash as the bridge snapped in two…the screams and cars honking...he was flying over the river at top speed towards London, drunk on exhilarating power...

He snarled as he fucked Snape harder. His pace increased and it was hard and fast, bordering on painful, but neither minded. The pleasure coursing through their bodies overrode anything else. Voldemort's magic was thick in the air as it moved all around them, tingling on their skin, gushing through the room.

Snape could feel the explosion building inside of him as his balls tightened up and his cock swelled even more. His hand was shaky as it moved between their bodies to grab hold of his own cock. He moaned when he touched himself, and started fisting his cock.

Voldemort looked down at the moan and his eyes darkened even further when he saw what Snape was doing. "Touch yourself...fuck your hand while I fuck this hot, tight ass of yours."

"I…ugh…" Snape cut himself off as his thumb drifted over the slit in his cock.

Voldemort knew Snape was close, so he leaned down and kissed him before pulling back. He knew what he needed. {Ssso beautiful; the heat around my cock is ssso hot…like molten lava…fuck…you like thisss don't you? Like my cock fucking thisss sssweet asss of yoursss}

The moment his Lord started hissing, Snape knew he was gone. He had no idea what he was saying, but it was too much for him.

"Marvolo!" he screamed as his orgasm rushed though him. His body went taut as his back arched off the bed and he clenched down around Voldemort's cock as jets of cum burst from his cock and coated both their chests.

Voldemort couldn't help it; the tight heat around his cock got tighter and with one last thrust, he yelled Snape's name as his own orgasm was pulled from him and he coated Snape's inner walls with his cum.

Snape's legs moved from his shoulders to his waist and Voldemort fell against him. He stayed there for a few seconds, before he rose a little and slowly pulled out. Snape shivered, and couldn't help the tiny moan of disappointment as he felt him leaving. When Voldemort was out, he fell on his back before turning his head to look at Snape.

"Were you hurt?" he asked. His body was cooling down and he felt his magic reigning in.

Snape shook his head as he looked at him. He had never before felt such pleasure and a light blush covered his cheeks.

Voldemort smiled when he saw it and reached out to pull Snape to him. "Sleep Severus."

Snape, slightly cautious at first, slowly relaxed against Voldemort's chest. Voldemort's arms tightened around him and the two gave themselves over to the call of Morpheus.

~…~

Snape stirred and his brows furrowed as he slowly fought his way to wakefulness. Awake, but eyes closed, he shifted on the bed. He stretched groaning at the slight soreness in his lower back. He froze when he heard a soft chuckle and his eyes flew open, only to connect to the red-brown eyes of the Dark Lord.

"Despite the roughness and cold exterior you portray," Voldemort's voice held amusement, as did his eyes, as he looked at Snape. "You acted remarkably like a cat just now."

"My Lord," Snape started.

"Now, now Severus," Voldemort smiled and with his new human face, it was very captivating and Snape inhaled softly at it. "With everything that has passed between us last night, you need not be so formal, especially not in the privacy of my rooms. And I do distinctively remember telling you to call me something."

"Marvolo," Snape said softly as he shifted in the bed. He ignored the pain in his lower body and moved to sit against the headboard and the sheet fell to his waist.

"I suppose now would be the time you got dressed and we joined the others for breakfast," Voldemort murmured as his eyes moved over Snape's chest. "However, as I am quite possessive, I am in no mood to share you with anyone else as of yet, so we will have breakfast here. Tilly."

"Yes master?" the house elf popped into the room.

"We would like some breakfast," Voldemort spoke to the elf, though his eyes never left Snape.

"Yes master," the elf nodded before it popped out of the room. Minutes later, it popped back in with a tray.

"Dismissed," Voldemort said as the elf placed the tray on the table. When the elf popped out of the room, Voldemort got up from the chair and walked over to the table.

Snape summoned his boxers and transfigured them into a pair of comfortable slacks. He moved to his feet to put them on and winced at the persistent soreness he felt in his lower back and ass.

"Here," Voldemort held out a vial to him when he saw the wince that crossed Snape's face.

"Thank you," Snape murmured as he took the vial. He downed it in one go and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the pain disappear. He summoned his wand and cast a breath freshening charm before he moved to Voldemort's side. The breakfast was split between the two of them and they sat down to eat. Voldemort spoke first, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of them.

"It seems to become a habit to find myself apologizing to you Severus," he said.

"Whatever for?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Last night," Voldemort said. "I may have been too harsh during our…activities."

Snape lowered his eyes for a second before he looked back up. He was thankful that when he spoke, his voice was steady. "You have nothing to apologize for. It was... enjoyable. If I'd thought it was too much, I would've asked you to stop. As I remember, I was quite encouraging."

"Yes you were," Voldemort smirked. "However, I will try in the future to not let myself go that way."

"I do not mind," Snape smiled. It was an expression that wasn't used often by him, but it made him appear even more youthful than he already looked. "If I may ask, what had you so agitated?"

"I received disturbing information," Voldemort said after a moment of silence. "It concerned something very valuable to me. There are other objects that are as valuable to me as it was and I needed to be sure no harm had befallen them."

"I understand," Snape nodded; by the way Voldemort spoke, he knew that whatever it was was a secret and he understood that his master would want to keep it to himself.

Voldemort looked at his lover. "What do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"The Chamber of Secrets?" Snape had a look of confusion on his face.

Voldemort nodded.

"Not much," Snape admitted. "During Harry's second year, there was a lot of commotion at the school; students were being petrified and there was a message of some sort about a Chamber being reopened. I know that Harry was involved as he and the Weasley idiot son had decided to try and save the Weasley girl along with that fool Lockhart. Since no one ever really saw, I confess I didn't put any stock into those rumours about the Chamber."

"The Chamber is real Severus," Voldemort said. "I first found it during my fifth year at Hogwarts."

"So it is real," Snape murmured. "And the beast that is supposed to be its host?"

"A Basilisk," Voldemort said. "It was about 40 feet back then. I have no doubt that when Harry found the Chamber back in his second year, it was considerably larger."

"Harry faced a Basilisk and lived to tell the tale?" Snape was shocked.

"Not only did he face it Severus," Voldemort went on. "He fought it and won; Harry killed the Basilisk."

"He was only twelve!" Snape said; he truly couldn't imagine Harry facing such a monster. "If it was about 40 feet when you were there, I'd imagine it was 60 feet or more when he faced it."

"Admire him Severus," Voldemort said. "He fought Salazar's personal snake with only the help of a sword and a phoenix and he did not escape unscathed either; his arm was pierced by the snake's fang as he killed it through its mouth with the sword. And that was only after the phoenix, the Old Fool's personal bird, blinded it. When it was done, he cried over Harry's wound."

"I cannot believe it," Snape murmured.

"I was in quite the state of disbelief myself when he told me," Voldemort chuckled. "I think that is why he has been so lucky in everything he does; the boy has the venom of the deadliest snake as well as the tears of two phoenixes, one which is quite possibly the most powerful of all phoenixes, running through his veins."

"I never thought of it like that," Snape shook his head. "With the Basilisk's venom in his blood, he is immune to all snake bites."

"And since it was his blood I used to regain my body," Voldemort said. "So am I."

"It is too bad about the Basilisk," Snape sighed. "It's been more than three years since Harry faced it, by now the corpse has more than likely rotten away; the potions that I could have created from it."

"Actually Severus," Voldemort shook his head with an amused smile. "The corpse has not rotten away."

"How has it not?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"The magic in the Chamber left the corpse perfectly preserved," Voldemort explained. "It is as if the snake died just recently. I've already spoken with Harry and he has agreed to take you to the Chamber when school opens."

Snape's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure. He concentrated on finishing breakfast, even as his thoughts drifted to the Basilisk corpse and the potions he could create.

"Severus?" Voldemort spoke, drawing Snape out of his musings.

"Yes Marvolo?" Snape turned to look when he heard his name.

"I have debated whether or not I should confide in you the events of the past few days that I was absent and what Harry and I were talking about," Voldemort explained.

Snape took a breath before he let it out. "I have never felt the way I feel about you about anyone else... not even Lily. It scares me to feel such strong emotions for you. I know that it will take us both time to completely trust each other and as such, I understand that you have secrets from before anything ever happened between us and I respect that."

"I know all that Severus," Voldemort said. "I trust you more than I trust any other follower. And it is why I decided to tell you what I am about to tell you."

"Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this," Snape said softly as he looked into Voldemort's eyes.

"You're welcome," Voldemort murmured. "Now, as you know, after that Halloween attack, I disappeared for awhile..."

And so, Voldemort told Snape everything he had spoken to Harry about. It was something he had truly debated with; in the end, he knew that if there was anyone he could trust to keep his secrets, it would be Severus. He also told him about what happened to the past few days. When he was done, they were both silent.

Snape stayed quiet as he thought on everything he has just been told. 'He created Horcruxes; that's how he was able to come back... that's why the Dark Mark did not disappear.'

"Severus?" Voldemort called out.

"Give me a moment please," Snape said. "My word; I knew you were powerful, but even this is beyond what I thought you could do... what I thought anyone could do. He paused and looked at Voldemort. Do you know who took the locket?"

"I know who the last person to see it was," Voldemort said. "It was a Death Eater with the initials R.A.B."

Snape's brow furrowed. "Why does that sound so familiar?"

"It should be familiar," Voldemort said.

Snape didn't say anything. His thoughts were running over trying to figure out why the initials sounded so familiar. Seconds later, it came to him.

"That's it!" he moved to his feet. "That's why it's so familiar. It has to be him."

Voldemort watched him pace.

"I went to school with Remus Lupin," Snape said. "I was also in the same year as James Potter and Sirius Black. I remember well that Sirius had a younger brother; Regulus Black. He was also in Slytherin, two years below me. He was very young when you marked him, same as I."

"You are right Severus," Voldemort's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at Snape's answer. "It is Regulus."

"I remember hearing about him being declared legally dead years ago," Snape said. "There were rumours amongst us that you had killed him personally for treachery..."

"He is dead, but I didn't kill him myself," Voldemort said. "After I figured out it was him who had taken my locket, I knew that he could not have left the Cave alive. With a simple spell I was able to determine that his body is now one of the Inferi."

"That is a good thing Marvolo," Snape said. "He betrayed you."

"That is true," Voldemort nodded as he stood up as well and started pacing. "But now, I have no idea what has become of the locket."

"I think Harry or Draco can help you there," Snape said. When he saw the look on Voldemort's face, he explained further. "During the will reading, Draco became aware that he now owned Grimmauld Place. Not only was it the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, it is also the Black's Ancestral Home. If Regulus did have an accomplice as you believe, then there is a very good possibility that he had them take it there."

"That is true," Voldemort said. "Very well; I shall send Harry and Draco to Grimmauld Place to locate and retrieve the locket."

Voldemort cast a quick Tempus before he looked at Snape with a smirk. "It appears we have spent the morning talking. It is almost lunch."

"I did not realize," Snape smiled. "However, I suppose we've been so caught up in what we were doing, we never realized."

"I'm going to take a shower," Voldemort said as he headed to the bathroom. When he was a few feet away, he stopped. "Oh and Severus?"

"Yes Marvolo?" Snape looked up at him.

"I require your help in the shower," Voldemort turned to smirk at him.

"Of course," Snape smiled as he went after him.

~... ~

Lucius sighed as he sipped his tea. The last few days were tense and not very good for him. He let out another sigh as he remembered his meeting with the Dark Lord. It was one of the worst meetings they had ever held and he had never seen his Lord as angry as he was then.

Flashback

Lucius was sitting in his private study, reading through a tedious business report and sipping on a glass of Sherry; it was already late in the afternoon. The talk he had with his son was on his mind.

He knew things with Narcissa were done with, but he also knew he needed to handle the situation carefully. He could not allow Narcissa to gain any ground; it was time she was out of their lives. His thoughts drifted to the one person he truly had feelings for: Remus Lupin. He had feelings for him as far back as their days at Hogwarts, but he had never been able to act upon them. But now, both he and his son finally had the chance to be with the one they really wanted to be with.

"It will be interesting to see how that Parkinson girl reacts to the news," Lucius chuckled to himself. He leaned back in his chair and was about to pick up his quill to make a note on the report when the door to his study opened. He flew to his feet and opened his mouth, ready to cut down whomever it was with a few choice words, only to stop when he recognized the Dark Lord.

His master had been absent all day; he left shortly after talking with Potter in a towering temper. Lucius looked only for a moment at his master, but he noticed that his whole appearance was disheveled. The fine black trousers, robes and travelling cloak looked rumpled, there was dust and small splashes of mud on the expansive material, his boots were dirty. Very unusual. Did this have to do with Potter?

"My Lord," he bowed.

Voldemort's voice was tight with the effort to control his waves. "I received some shocking information... information which you kept from me."

"My Lord, I'm afraid I do not know that which you speak of," Lucius said, his voice held a small tremble to it. He could feel the power and anger rolling off the Dark Lord; it terrified him.

"I assure you Lucius," Voldemort drawled. "You do. Let me refresh your memory. Before I disappeared fifteen years ago, I entrusted you with something. In 1979, on your twenty-fifth Birthday, I gave you as present my trust to keep something of mine safe."

Lucius' eyes widened slightly as he realized what his master was talking about and he knew that he was in a lot of trouble.

"I see you have recognized just what it is I'm talking about," Voldemort sneered as he clenched his hands into fists.

"My Lord, I—

"You what, Lucius?" Voldemort cut him off with a snarl. "I entrusted you with that diary and you allow it to fall in the hands of Dumbledore? Do you know just how important the diary was? It was a key to my coming back."

"I didn't know," Lucius said quietly. He never thought he'd regret doing anything, but now he regretted ever slipping the diary into the Weasley girl's cauldron.

"You disobeyed me Lucius," Voldemort said. "The damage you have done is inconceivable. You were never supposed to let it out of your sight and you did and now its power is destroyed and DUMBLEDORE HAS IT? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?" At the end, Voldemort's voice had risen to a shout and was overflowing with anger.

"I'm—

"Crucio," Voldemort snarled.

Lucius screamed as he fell to the floor; the pain that was coursing through his body felt like a thousand hot knives stabbing him all over his body. It was even worse than when he had been held under it back in May after failing to retrieve the prophecy. He was a Malfoy and he prided himself on his control, but he couldn't stop the screams no matter how much he wanted to.

Voldemort kept the curse on the man for a few more minutes before he lifted it.

"My Lord," Lucius panted, ignoring the blood that was seeping out of his nose. "Please... let me explain."

"This had better be good Lucius," Voldemort said.

"I truly am sorry for losing the diary," Lucius said trembling as he tried to get his body and breathing back under control. "I thought I was working for the cause, continuing your work..."

"Continuing my work?" Voldemort sneered. "How was that working for the cause, strengthening the dark side, to give my diary away to a blood traitor brat?"

"You once told me that the diary had the power to cleanse the school of the mudblood filth; that the Chamber of Secrets really existed and had been opened once before, around fifty years ago," Lucius explained. "My father had told me of the same events. He told me that a mudblood was killed and that Rubeus Hagrid was expulsed because of his involvement. I wanted to use the diary to get rid of the mudblood students in Hogwarts, to get Arthur Weasley into serious trouble, strip Dumbledore of some of his power, tarnish his reputation, and diminish his supporters." By the time he was done, he had finally managed to kneel and look up at the man radiating anger and dark power above him.

Voldemort stared down on him, intrigued. At least he was listening, waiting.

"Arthur Weasley was working on a very muggle friendly Law. I placed the diary within the girl's cauldron when they were at Flourish and Blotts," Lucius continued, his breathing finally slowing down, "hoping that somehow it would make her release the beast that was supposed to be inside the Chamber of Secrets to hunt down the mudbloods in Hogwarts. I thought that if it was revealed that Arthur Weasley's daughter was the one that was creating the havoc within the school, the Law that he was trying to enforce would not go through.

"It created havoc all right; several students were petrified, Dumbledore and the teachers appeared helpless. Dumbledore managed to keep what happened in the school from the press, but the governors heard from me of course and other parents. Fudge was informed which placed Dumbledore and the governors were under pressure from the Minister of Magic to stop this. I convinced Fudge and the other governors that Dumbledore was incapable of dealing with the problem. They actually agreed to remove him from his position as headmaster in May 1993. On the same day, Fudge had Hagrid arrested, because of his reputation and involvement fifty years ago."

Voldemort was quiet as he listened to Lucius' explanation. He reluctantly admitted to himself that the blond's reasoning was valid, but it did not excuse the loss of the diary.

"I truly did not realize nor understand how important the diary was to your regaining of a body," Lucius continued though he was still trembling from the aftershocks. "Had I known, I never would've been so careless as to allow it within Dumbledore's reach."

"I understand your reasoning Lucius," Voldemort said after a moment of time and after reigning in his temper and magic. "It seems like you had hatched out a serious plan. That you did not just act on a whim or fancy. However, I am still very disappointed with you."

"I know my Lord," Lucius said as he bowed his head.

"Did you consider that this splendid idea of yours could have cost you a price you would not be willing to pay?" Voldemort said in a thoughtful voice.

"My Lord? How? What?" Lucius asked bewildered.

"Draco's life," his master answered.

Lucius eyes widened in shock, his breath hitched in his throat, his already pale face paled to a shade of grey. Utmost panic welled up inside of him. His master would not kill Draco as punishment for losing the diary, or would he? Lucius felt his heart shatter and lost the feeble hold he had on the rest of his composure. He prostrated himself flat on the ground, demonstrating utmost submission, even kissing his masters filthy robe hem and dirty boot. Throwing his pride away, he desperately pleaded for the life of his heir, his only son.

"No, my Lord…not Draco!" Lucius pleaded. "Have mercy! Please spare him! Please, kill me instead! Not Draco, please, master I beg you, please have mercy!"

The Dark Lord watched the shocking display a moment, seeing the proud Malfoy Lord reduced to a state like countless others parents who had pleaded for the life of their child before Voldemort or his Death Eaters. Like an echo, he heard in his mind the words of Harry's mother: "No, not Harry! Take me instead!"

"Lucius, Lucius! Stop this at once. Stand up and look at me!" Voldemort barked to get the blond out of his panic. Lucius snapped his mouth shut at once and dragged himself resignedly to his feet. Hesitantly he raised his chin to meet the burning gaze of his master, a tear trickling down his face.

Voldemort looked into the grey eyes and easily read the blonds turbulent emotions. His misunderstood remark caused the Malfoy Lord a thousand times more pain and anguish than the Cruciatus ever could.

"You know very well, that when I have chosen a punishment, no begging can sway me. It is good to know that your first loyalty is to your family and not to me," Voldemort said cruelly, deftly toying with Lucius emotions.

Lucius let out a grown of despair, casting his eyes down. That was it. When he had thought that he might finally find happiness, get rid of Narcissa, and that Draco had found a worthy lover, everything was destroyed by his own fault.

"My Lord, if you decide to kill Draco for my mistake," Lucius' voice was soft as he spoke, "then please, kill me too. I fear I cannot continue to faithfully serve you. If this is my fate, so be it."

Voldemort smirked, but decided it was enough mental torture. Lucius had not betrayed him on purpose, he only made a grave miscalculation. The Malfoy Lord was a follower of great worth.

"No, Lucius, I did not mean that," Voldemort said. "I will not kill you or Draco, although it would be a fitting punishment. Your actions caused the destruction of something very precious to me, thereby giving Dumbledore a dangerous weapon against me. A life for a life would be a just compensation."

"My Lord, please..." Lucius started again, obviously still not comprehending what his Lord meant.

Voldemort raised up his hand and gripped the man's shoulder, which caused him to flinch in fright, sucking in another breath and biting his lip to keep an exclamation inside.

"Stop Lucius. Calm yourself. You misunderstood. I've already punished you with Crucio and I will punish you with something else," Voldemort said, "however, I will not kill you or your son because of this incident with the diary. I'm angry and disappointed, indeed. Now, if you had betrayed me, if you had given the diary on purpose to Dumbledore then that would be a transgression worthy of excruciating torture and death of yourself and every member of your family. You, Lucius, have made an error, you tried to hide this error from me, but you remain faithful. Do you understand?"

He released his grip and stepped back a pace, giving the man room to breathe and regain his composure. After taking a handkerchief out of a pocket to dab the blood and tears away, and brushing the tousled white-blond hair out of his face, Lucius straightened his back and finally looked warily at Voldemort with his usual arrogant, impassive Slytherin mask nearly back in place.

"Now Lucius, let's try this again as you have misunderstood me about Draco," Voldemort explained patiently. "I did not mean what you thought when I remarked that his life was in danger; what I meant was, your actions could have caused Draco's death."

Lucius was confused. "How had the Weasley girl opening the chamber endangered Draco? Please explain, my Lord. I thought the monster from the chamber would only target mudbloods?"

"That, dear Lucius is where you are in error. The monster was a Basilisk; a hungry, thousand year old Basilisk," Voldemort said. "It was pure luck that it did not catch Draco or another Slytherin student and simply ate them. It only petrified students. I myself don't really understand how that happened; we'll have to ask Potter one day to explain that in detail. You should thank Harry that he killed the Basilisk before something else happened."

Lucius stared at his Lord in shock. "There was a Basilisk under Hogwarts all these years? And Harry killed it in his second year? He was only twelve years old. I had thought that was just a rumour Dumbledore spread to enhance his hero's fame?"

The Dark Lord smiled a real smile this time. "Indeed, it is unbelievable, is it? Harry told me himself, just this morning and I looked at his memories. It is true."

"My Lord, I had no idea, please believe me. I would never have used your diary if I had known how valuable it was and that it would set loose a Basilisk upon Hogwarts," Lucius said. "You are right; it could have just as easily killed Slytherins students as Gryffindor or Hufflepuff mudbloods. Only you could really control it, I suppose. I am very sorry my Lord."

"Well, that's all in the past," Voldemort dismissed his words. "Now, give me your arm."

Lucius stepped closer; pushing back his sleeve, he exposed the dark mark. Voldemort touched the mark with his wand and sent out a summons. Lucius winced in pain, he felt that his Lord was still angry. He was glad that he was alive and had only been Crucio'd, although that had hurt like hell; he knew that the punishment could have been much worse. He was quite nervous what else his master had planned for him, despite the promise.

Voldemort let go of his followers arm and pocketed his wand again.

"There will be a meeting and several raids shortly, but you will not take part tonight or tomorrow Lucius. Things are set in motion, but you will not participate as you normally would as my right-hand-man," Voldemort spoke coldly to the blond, "This is your punishment for losing the diary. Stay out of my sight for the few next days until I am in a better mood. Perhaps you should talk to a few of your contacts tomorrow and the next days, ask about the mood in the Ministry of Magic, the general opinion toward Fudges position.

"You will know why, when you read the Prophet. Send a full afternoon tea and refreshments to the blue meeting room. Send a house elf to guide my followers there when they arrive." When he was done, he turned around and left the study, his black travelling cloak billowing behind him.

Lucius sighed in relief and hurried to carry out the orders at once.

End flashback

Lucius shook his head to clear away the memory. He finished the cup of tea before casting a quick Tempus; when he saw it was nearly time for lunch, he stood up and straightened his clothes. He walked out of his study, locking and warding the door behind him.

He entered the dining room and stood next to the table. Minutes later, Bellatrix, Rudolphus and Rabastan came in.

"Lucius," Bellatrix nodded to her brother-in-law.

"Bella," Lucius nodded back. "You seem to be in a good mood."

"I am," Bellatrix smiled and it was tinged just this side of crazy. "However, before is say anything, I will wait for the Dark Lord."

"So be it," Lucius nodded. "Where is Remus?"

"He is sleeping I think," Rabastan said. "Or I supposed he should. Last night was the first night of the full moon."

"I forgot about that," Lucius said.

"Forgot about what?" Remus asked as he walked into the room. He was feeling a lot better than he thought he would. After he had woken up in Harry's room this morning, he had felt as if a weight had been lifted off of him. His cub was beyond happy over him accepting the wolf and so was he. With the realization of just who his mate was, he knew he would be in for a struggle.

"The full moon was last night," Lucius said as his eyes roamed over Remus' body, taking in the new changes. Remus looked a lot healthier than when he last saw him. His body seemed to be slightly more muscular, his hands looked clean, and his hair seemed more messed than it ever was, but the biggest difference was his eyes. They no longer held a haunted look in them; they were clear and brighter than they ever had been. His feelings for Remus were surging once more and he wasn't sure he wanted to stop it.

Remus nodded. He stood across from Lucius and next to Rabastan. He couldn't help the small smile when he smelt the attraction and lust coming off of Lucius. 'Guess it will be easier than I thought to let him know he's my mate,' he thought to himself. Out loud, he continued. "The book that Harry gave me three days ago helped wonders."

"It shows," Rabastan said as he looked over Remus with an appreciative look.

"Thank you," Remus nodded. "Harry's happy as well."

"The others coming over today, are they not?" Bellatrix asked.

"Yes they are," Remus nodded. "They're spending the morning going over a few spells and knowing them, they'll probably have a Quidditch match as well. After that, they'll be making their way over here."

"What of Severus?" Lucius asked. He was feeling jealous and anger at the looks Rabastan was giving to Remus.

"He was working on a potion the last three days," Remus answered; he hid his smirk, as he smelled the waves of jealousy that Lucius exuded. "I think it's just about finished."

"I wonder what it was," Rudolphus mused as he looked around the room. The door opened and Yaxley walked in, followed by Avery senior, LeStrange senior, Nott, Antonin Dolohov, Algeron Rockwood, Goyle, Crabbe, Walden McNair, Travers, Avery junior, Mulciber ThorfinnRowle, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Selwynn, Jugson and Gibbon.

"Is the Dark Lord out yet?" Yaxley asked as he stood next to the table, quite close to the upper end.

"Since it is clear he is not sitting here," Lucius drawled. "Then it is obvious that he hasn't."

"Think you're funny Lucius?" Yaxley scowled.

"I'm just a riot of laughs," Lucius deadpanned.

Remus snorted while Bellatrix chuckled and Rabastan snickered.

"What is so amusing?" Voldemort asked as he and Snape walked into the room. When the group turned to look at them, their mouths dropped open in shock.

"M-my Lord?" McNair stammered out as he looked at the sight in front of him. "Is...is that you?"

"Who else would it be McNair?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow as he walked over to the table, Snape in tow.

Lucius looked over his long time friend. "You look different...younger...no, healthier."

"Thank you Lucius," Snape scowled and his reply was sarcastic, "for pointing out how unhealthy I was since I was obviously not aware of it."

"You're welcome," Lucius nodded.

"So I take that that is the result of the potion you were working on?" Remus raised an eyebrow.

Snape nodded as he and Voldemort came to a stop next to the table. "I found it in one of the potions books that Harry gave to me. You yourself are looking much healthier Remus."

"Thank you," Remus nodded. "It seems I will no longer be in need of the Wolfsbane Potion."

"I gathered as much" Snape nodded, "when you did not request it."

"What happened?" Selwynn asked as he looked between the Dark Lord, Snape and Remus, his gaze resting on Snape.

"Selwynn," Voldemort said. "I suggest you shift your gaze elsewhere lest you find yourself without your sight. As to your question, it is not your business now is it?"

"No my Lord," Selwynn shook his head. "Sorry."

"Accepted," Voldemort said as he took his seat at the head of the table. "Severus." He gestured to the seat on his right. The others looked on in shock as they knew what that position meant. Snape hid a smirk as he sat down. Lucius looked at his master for guidance, and was relieved when he gestured to the seat on his left. Voldemort turned to the table. "You may sit." The others noticed this small exchange, accepted the shift in power and then set down according their usual ranking. When they did, he continued. "Before we start with the reports, I would prefer we eat. Tilly."

"Yes Master?" the elf said as it popped into the room.

"We would like some lunch," Voldemort said.

"Yes master," the elf bowed before it popped out the room. Minutes later, it popped back in and the table was filled with food.

"You are dismissed," Voldemort said.

"Yes master," Tilly said before she popped out.

"Now, the missions you were given; Bellatrix?" Voldemort said as he started in on his lunch, the others following.

"It is done my Lord," Bellatrix's smile at the Dark Lord erred on the dark a little. "We found him and punishments were delivered as you asked. He squealed like a pig in the end and begged us for his death, which we of course graciously delivered with the Entrails-Expelling Curse. We thought this a fitting curse because he spilt your secrets before the Wizengamont. I do believe it will create a slight uproar in the Ministry and Dumbledore might be sad to lose his headmaster colleague…what a shame." At the end, her words were laced with sarcasm and the others chuckled in glee, not only for the way she spoke but also about Karkaroff's fate. He had betrayed their Lord and it was no less than he deserved.

"Very good," Voldemort nodded. "McNair, Dolohov?"

"The attack from the Giants went through splendidly," McNair bowed his head before he answered for his team. "They are willing to continue in your service."

"Where are the giants now?" Voldemort asked. "Did the transport via portkey work as usual?"

"The portkeys worked well, no problems at all. After the attack we send the giants to the Cumbrian Mountains, Copeland Forrest, there they can stay the next few weeks," McNair said. "We did not want to send them again to the Black Mountains area in Wales, they have hunted a lot of game in that area already and it could arouse the suspicion of the muggles if too much game or sheep closer to the villages vanish."

"Alright," Voldemort nodded, "Dolohov?"

Dolohov bowed and added, "The PC team was successful. We killed the extended family of the target and managed to gather names and addresses of eleven friends and colleagues who know about the Wizarding world. Five of these subjects have had unfortunate accidents yesterday and the rest is due today or tonight. Two subjects we have not yet tracked down, but we are optimistic to finish the job until tomorrow evening."

"Well done, PC team, this pleases me greatly," The Dark Lord turned his gaze to the other side of the table. "Yaxley?"

"My Lord, I have very good news," Yaxley related enthusiastically. "After Madam Bones' sudden and permanent indisposition, Pius Thicknesse was promoted yesterday evening to take over as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Today he invited me to his office for a drink to discuss the recent events, and I managed to put him under the Imperious Curse!" Hearing this, laughter and sniggers travelled up and down the table, even Voldemort smiled a frightful smile, chuckling in satisfaction and Rodolphus patted Yaxley on the shoulder, saying "Great!"

Voldemort nodded. He was about to say something else, but an owl came through with the Daily Prophet between its beak.

Lucius took the newspaper and sent the owl off. He opened it and smiled at the headline:

SPECIAL NOON EDITION

Signs of the Dark Lord's Power?

Two days ago, former Headmaster of Durmstrung, Igor Karkaroff was found dead in a shack up north. Karkaroff was a Death Eater for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named during the first war, but was set free after releasing the names of Death Eaters in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name's command. The Minister is refusing to release any information surrounding Karkaroff's death, but this reporter has to wonder if maybe Karkaroff was killed for his betrayal to the Dark Side by his former "friends", because according to one muggle source an unusual, undulating, dark greenish cloud was observed above the shack, this most likely was the Dark Mark.

In addition to Karkaroff's death, confirmation has reached us about the Dementors that guarded Azkaban. As reported last month, they have abandoned their post and even turned onto the Aurors guarding Azkaban on the night of the recent outbreak of all previously incarcerated Death Eaters. Now the experts say that they are breeding. "That's what's causing the unusually chilly, misty weather conditions," said Bob Mockridge, from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Also three nights ago, a terrible catastrophe struck the muggle community. The Queen Elizabeth II Bridge was destroyed.

According to eye witnesses, whose memories were recorded before the persons were Oblivated, it suddenly snapped cleanly in two, causing dozens of cars to plunge into the Thames, killing about a hundred muggles. The Queen Elizabeth II Bridge is the southbound element of the Dartford Crossing over the half mile wide river Thames, east of London. It was built alongside two earlier tunnels under the Thames, which now form the northbound element of the crossing. When it was opened in 1991, the bridge was Europe's largest cable-supported bridge.

Because muggles cannot Apparate, Floo, use portkeys or brooms, these streets and bridges are absolutely vital to their economy. The destruction of the bridge is blamed by the muggle authorities on muggle terrorist, because the bridge was built from newest materials only recently and the incident cannot be explained as an accident or material failure.

Sadly, we have to acknowledge that it was wizard terrorists, most likely Death Eaters or perhaps even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself that caused this horrific tragedy. This attack happened at midnight on the same night as the murders of Madam Bones and Madam Vance (as we have already reported in the past days). A coincidence?

And if that is not cause for worry, Giants and Death Eaters have been reported wreaking havoc in the West Countries the night before yesterday, in the Quantock Hills west of Bridgewater in Somerset. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement has confirmed that a whole mixed muggle and muggleborn family, has been murdered who lived there together in two houses in a small village called Goathurst. Including the grandparents, parents, children, the brother of the muggleborn witch, and his wife and child, there are now nine victims to be mourned. In Goathurst and Bridgewater extensive damage to muggle property and fourteen injured muggles are reported.

The Dark Mark was shinning bright green in the sky above the destroyed homes.

The Oblivator teams have a hard time eradicating the evidence and convincing the muggles that the injuries, deaths and damage to muggle property like homes and cars was caused by a hurricane.

Yesterday there came the first reports that it was probably Inferi that attacked a muggle town, Hogsmeade and two other Wizarding homes during the night. These reports have now been confirmed by a spokesman from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Auror Dawlish stated: "Sadly, the rumours about Inferi are true. There were three attacks by three different groups of Inferi. Each group was controlled by at least two Death Eaters. Unfortunately, the Aurors apparating in could not capture these Death Eaters, as they Disapparated instantly on arrival of the Auror forces, after sending the Dark Mark up into the sky and leaving the Inferi to themselves.

Our capable Auror forces were able to subdue the Inferi with the use of bright light and flame spells like Lumos Maxima, Incendio, Inflamare, Bluebell flames. We advise all wizards and witches to read up on Inferi in Magical Beasts and where to find them, revised edition, and to practice these spells, so that they can defend themselves should further attacks occur. Do not attempt to cast Fiendfyre, this is an extremely dark spell and very dangerous, the flames can quickly get out of control."

Auror Dawlish confirmed that the muggle town attacked was the town of Lowestoft, which is situated on the most easterly point in Great Britain and is the first town in Britain to greet the morning sun. The muggle inhabitants and tourist were completely helpless against a group of Inferi that murdered or injured many. So far twenty-one deaths and over fifty injured people have been reported by muggle authorities.

The other attacks were on wizards at Hogsmeade and on two family homes, the Weasleys and the Diggory's, near Ottery St. Catchpole. Forty-two injured and two deaths altogether are reported.

During the last month, our reporters have had the sad duty to report several people gone missing, all of them have been muggleborns or halfbloods and their siblings, spouses or parents.

The Minister has refused to acknowledge the obvious, but if these are not signs of You-Know-Who's return, then what is?

Rita Skeeter, Senior Reporter.

Fudge Sacked, Wizengamont Chooses New Minister

This morning, the Wizengamont chose Rufus Scrimgeour as the new Minister. Fudge was dismissed after the attacks in the past few days. Fudge's refusal to believe Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned allowed for the attacks in the past few days to happen. Such tragic events as the murders of Ministry employees Bones and Vance, the attacks on Hogsmeade, Ottery St. Catchpole and the Muggle World could have been prevented. The public was outraged and demanded Fudge to be removed and the Wizengamont had no choice but to comply. This reporter hopes that Scrimgeour will be more competent than Fudge was.

Campbell Oakby, Senior Reporter.

New Head of Magical Law Enforcement

After Madam Bones' tragic death (see Special Report on page 2) Pius Thicknesse was promoted yesterday evening to take over as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. We all wish him success in the fight against the Dark.

This reporter asks you to support and help our brave Auror forces by reporting anything suspicious you might have noticed in the past week, especially any information that could help to track down the culprits responsible for the murders of esteemed Madam Bones and popular Madam Vance. Please do not hesitate to contact the MLE as soon as possible.

Write or floo to MOM, MLE, Auror Headquarters, Special Task Force Head Office.

Davy Gudgeo, Junior Reporter.

"It seems my Lord," Lucius' silky voice was laced with amusement, "your actions have finally gained the attention of the Ministry. The rumour I told you yesterday about Fudge being sacked and Scrimgeour being the most likely candidate for Minister was true."

"How so?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

Lucius said nothing as he held out the paper for his Lord to take. Voldemort read it over before lowering it.

"Aware though they may be," Voldemort smirked, "Fudge's incompetence will and has cost them and nothing will prevent my plans from going forward. I suppose had they believed, many things would've happened differently, but they have not."

"Will Scrimgeour make things difficult for us?" Rudolphus asked. "He's a very experienced Auror, quite a cunning and ferocious one."

"I have no doubt," Voldemort said. "However, we shall have to see how he plays his hand."

~... ~

He whimpered even as his back arched off the bed. He tugged his hands but they barely moved as the wrists were secured to the headboard with a Slytherin green silk scarf. His eyes, which had closed in pleasure, opened and looked down, only to lock with the Avada Kedavra green ones of his boyfriend.

"Harry," he moaned as he bit his lip. "Please."

"Please what?" Harry chuckled against Draco's skin.

"S-s-stop teasing," Draco moaned out.

Harry smiled as he moved on all fours above Draco. He looked into his eyes even as he dipped his head to lick and suck at his chest. He moved to Draco's left nipple and sucked on it.

"Harry... please..." Draco panted out; he lifted his legs to wrap them around Harry's waist, but Harry moved at the last minute and grabbed them in his hands.

Harry bit Draco's nipple and then sucked it before he moved to the other one and delivered the same torture. He moved up Draco's chest until he reached his neck where he kissed and sucked at his pulse point.

Draco turned his head to give Harry more access. "Baby..."

Harry smirked against his skin as he moved up to nip and suck at the blond's earlobe. He pulled back enough to whisper in his ear. "I want to fuck you so bad Drake... I want to feel your ass grip my cock in that scorching heat... I want to feel you clench around me as I make you cum over and over again."

"Fuck," Draco panted; Harry's words were feeding his desire and he hardened even more at them. The mental picture that they created had pre-cum leaking steadily.

Harry leaned up enough to capture Draco's lips in a kiss; tongues battled furiously as each tried to gain control. Draco whined in his throat when he tried to move his hips but found that he couldn't as Harry held them down.

Harry chuckled as he moved to kneel above Draco. With a wave of his hand, he banished his boxers, leaving himself gloriously naked above the wanton blond. He grabbed his cock in his hand and fisted himself as he looked down at Draco. "Do you want this?"

Draco moaned when he saw Harry's cock; he could feel his entrance clenching and unclenching at the thought of having it inside of him. "Harry... please fuck me..."

"Not yet," Harry whispered. "I want to suck that cock of yours first." He held up three fingers and pressed them to Draco's mouth. "Suck."

Locking eyes with Harry, Draco pulled the fingers into his mouth. He slipped his tongue between each one, sucking on them as if he was sucking on a cock. He watched as Harry's eyes darkened even further in arousal. He sucked the fingers, moaning as he did so.

"Enough," Harry growled as he pulled his fingers from Draco's mouth. He kissed him harshly before he pulled away. He kissed down Draco's body, stopping at his nipples to suck at them before he continued. His tongue dipped into Draco's bellybutton and the blond arched slightly as a moan escaped his lips.

"Harry...ugh... please..." Draco looked down at his lover.

Harry's mouth hovered over Draco's cock, as his wet fingers trailed a path down the blond's body, moving on his thighs before going around to his ass. The fingers teased his entrance and Draco let his legs open even further.

Whispering a Cleansing Charm, Harry slipped one finger pass the muscles the same time he took the head of the cock in his mouth. Draco screamed from the duel pleasure.

Sucking on Draco's cock, Harry hummed as his tongue traced the underside of the head even as he slipped another finger into Draco, slowly scissoring them to stretch him.

"Merlin...(moan)...Harry...(pant)...s-s-so good..." Draco mumbled as his back arched. He tried moving his hands, forgetting that they were still bound.

Harry bobbed his head and pumped his fingers into Draco. He worked another finger in and lifted his mouth from the cock. He traced the length of it with his tongue before sucking on the head alone.

"Oh God...fuck..." Draco's voice trailed off and he mumbled incoherently.

Harry continued the scissor motion with two fingers while the other sought out Draco's prostate. He knew he found it when Draco yelled loudly.

"Holy sodding hell," Draco yelled out as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Harry smiled as his mouth sunk down on the cock once more. He bobbed his head a few times as his fingers pumped into Draco, hitting his prostate each time. He raised his eyes to the blond's and saw the pure, raw pleasure on his face. He could feel the blond's muscles trembling and knew instinctively that he was close. His own cock was so hard it was to the point of being painful, but he wouldn't do anything about it just yet. He wanted his lover to cum.

He lifted his head until it was hovering over the head and he pulled his fingers out far enough so that only the tips of them remained inside. "Look at me."

Draco whined when he felt Harry's mouth leave his cock and his ass tried to clench down on the fingers he felt pulling out. At Harry's command, he looked down and locked eyes with him.

"Do you want this?" Harry asked; his voice was husky from lust and it sent shivers down Draco's body. "Should I give you what you want and make you cum?"

"Please," Draco whimpered, "anything...fuck me Harry...just fuck me...let me cum."

"You really want my cock don't you", Harry said even as his fingers started slowly moving in and out of Draco. "You want my cock in your ass so bad, you're begging for it. The heat around my fingers is incredible. I can only imagine how tight and hot it would feel around my cock."

"Then do it," Draco panted out. "Fuck me and find out. Your fingers feel so good, but they don't fill me like your cock could. I feel so empty...shove your cock in me...fuck me hard...fuck me fast..."

Harry growled before he took Draco's cock in his mouth once more at the same time he slammed his fingers back, instantly finding the pleasure button that made the blond even more wanton.

Draco keened as he spread his legs even further. He felt a tingle over his hands and found them released from the bind. Immediately, they flew to Harry's head, combing through the dark locks.

Harry moved until only the head of Draco's cock was in his mouth. He stilled the movements of his fingers and waited. When Draco looked down at him, he moved.

{Cum for me} he hissed at the same time he slammed his fingers into Draco's prostate.

Draco's back arched completely off the bed; the parseltongue against his tip and the attack on his sweet spot was too much for him and he screamed out his pleasure as his orgasm tore through him;

"Harry!" Draco screamed as he jerked out of his sleep, his body still shuddering from the effects of the dream orgasm. He looked down at his lap and saw the results. "Damnit!"

With a sigh, he picked up his wand from under his pillow and banished the mess before throwing back his covers and headed to the bathroom. An hour later, he walked out with a towel around his waist. He headed to his closet and picked out his clothes; a pair of track pants, a sleeveless Hogwarts shirt his Malfoy crest on the back and his Quidditch number below it. When he was finished dressing, he left his room and headed to the nearest Floo.

He had just passed an open door, when he was stopped.

"Draco," Narcissa called out. "I would like to speak with you."

He sighed before he turned and walked in.

"Close the door," Narcissa commanded softly.

Draco turned to do as she said. He paused for a bit and when he turned back, his face was blank and his eyes were devoid of all emotions.

"What is it I can help you with Narcissa?" Draco's voice was emotionless as his eyes. He refused to call her "mother".

"Why exactly are you dressed that way?" Narcissa ignored the use of her first name.

"Not that it is any of your concern," Draco said, "but I am going over to Harry's. We are continuing with our training and it requires the wearing of these clothes. Is that what you wanted to know or was there something more?"

"Why are you acting this way Dragon?" Narcissa asked as she moved to her feet to stand in front of her son. It hurt her to see how he was acting with her and even worse, Lucius was doing the same.

"You do not have the right to call me by that name," Draco's blank eyes flared with anger as they narrowed at her. "And as for the way I am acting, you only have yourself to blame. I told you once before Narcissa, it is too late to try and play the act. I have no need for a mother and even if I did, it would not be you."

Narcissa looked into her son's eyes, looking for something...anything that would show the boy he was before, but all she saw was a coldness staring back at her. Inexplicably, she felt anger rise in her.

"Do you know what your father is doing?" she asked as she felt her anger surge through her.

"No," Draco replied. "And even if I did, what makes you think I would tell you? My father's business is his own unless it directly involves me. What makes you think I would betray his trust to the likes of you?"

"So you have no idea that Lucius is seeking a way to sever ties with me and to remove me from the Malfoy name?" Narcissa was spitting mad when she had found out what her husband was doing.

"Oh is he?" Draco knew of course, his father had already given him forewarning, but he wouldn't tell her that. It seemed like his father was finally doing what was necessary to ensure he got his chance with Remus. "Well, I suppose if it must be done, then he shall do it. I can only surmise that he has found someone more...appealing to him."

His words cut through Narcissa and she clenched her hands into fists. "He will not get away with this."

"On the contrary Narcissa," Draco drawled, bearing a striking resemblance to Lucius. "He is Lord Malfoy; if he wants something done, he will find a way to do it and nothing and no one...especially you, will stop him." He looked her up and down before continuing. "I daresay our lives will be much more beneficial with you gone. Soon Narcissa, the blight that you have cast on the Malfoy name shall be removed and we will no longer have to put up with your...presence."

SMACK!

He should've expected it, he knew, but even that didn't lessen the harshness of the blow or the surprise that it had actually happened. His head jerked with the force of it.

"How dare you?" Narcissa was too far gone in her anger to realize the consequences of what exactly she had done.

"You would dare to put your hand on me after father gave you explicit instructions to never do so again?" Draco's voice was as icy as a winter's wind and his eyes were as cold. He looked every bit the Malfoy heir, the spitting image of Lucius and Narcissa's anger faded immediately to be replaced with worry.

"I'm sorry," Narcissa whispered out as the implications of what she had just done finally sunk in. Lucius would be furious.

"Your sorry is not accepted," Draco replied coldly. "You were warned Narcissa and you shall pay for what you've done." He straightened up before he turned and walked out the door, leaving Narcissa staring after him in fear.

Draco didn't stopped when he walked out on Narcissa. He was too angry and all he could think about was getting to Harry's. He had gone directly to the library and had Flooed to Harry's place. When he came out on the other end, he brushed off the soot and walked out of the study. He heard noises coming from outside and headed in that direction.

~... ~

The others were warming up as they waited for Harry and Draco. They had decided to get in a few more practices and then a little Quidditch match. Fred and George had been to Diagon Alley earlier and to their dislike, had run into their mother. The talk had left them irritated, so they had returned to the Manor, hoping to work off the stress.

"When's Draco coming by?" Cory asked. After the talking with the LeStranges, Neville had told the others of his decision to go by his true name and they agreed to call him that.

"Probably soon," Fred said, maybe even before Harry gets back.

Harry had gone back to Privet Drive to check on things over. He knew that Dumbledore had Mrs. Figg watching the place, and he didn't want to give the old woman any reason to report something to the Old Man. He went back regularly to put in an appearance.

"He should be back soon," Luna said. "His Dragon needs calming down. Something or someone has stirred him."

The boys were about to ask what she meant when they heard footsteps behind them. They turned and saw Draco walking out; the look on his face left no doubt to his emotions and they were surprised things hadn't started breaking from his anger.

"Draco," George looked at him in concern. "You ok, mate?"

"I'm fine," Draco shook his head as he walked over to them. "I had to make an unexpected detour, that's all."

"Are you sure?" Cory asked as he turned fully towards him.

"Yeah," Draco nodded. "Don't worry about it; everything's going to work out for the better, though it will be sooner than was planned."

"Alright," Cory nodded and was about to turn back to the others when he caught sight of Draco's cheek. His eyes widened and he turned back to the blond.

"What the bloody hell happened to you?" Cory asked. On Draco's cheek was a bruise from where Narcissa had hit him. "Draco? Who the hell hit you?"

Draco cursed himself softly as in his anger; he had forgotten to put a Glamour Charm over his cheek.

"Draco," Fred's eyes narrowed as he took in the bruise on the blond's face. "Answer Cory's question."

"If you don't tell us," George said. "You're going to have to tell Harry."

"He is right, it doesn't matter if you do not tell us," Luna said. "Harry will learn of it and he will react... explosively."

He opened his mouth to answer, but was stopped when a noise sounded behind them. He kept his back turned while the others looked, but he knew who it was.

"Harry," Luna looked up at her brother from her place on the grass. "How did things go?"

"Good as usual," Harry laughed as he walked through the doors. He had had Hedwig flash him into the kitchen, thinking the others would still be there. "The only thing is, just as I was leaving, I got a letter from the Old Man."

"Slugs are messy creatures, are they not?" Luna said as Hedwig flew over and landed in her lap. She reached up to rub her breast as she continued. "However, the help of the wolf, the bat and the snake will help you determine which slug it is."

"Alright Luna," Harry smiled as he walked over to them. "Draco, when did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago," Draco answered, though he kept his head bowed. He knew what would happen when, not if, Harry saw his bruise.

"Alright," Harry smiled. "I guess we can start. What do you guys want to do first?"

The others didn't answer as they were still looking at Draco. Harry saw the look on their faces and a puzzled one came on his face. "Guys?"

"Ask Draco," Cory said even as his hands clenched into fists.

"Draco," Harry turned to the blond. "What's going on? Why are the others looking at you like that?"

Draco kept his head bowed for a few seconds before he slowly raised it to look Harry in the eyes. "They're looking at me because of this." He turned his face slightly so that Harry could see his cheek. When he did, he stiffened and he walked over to the blond. He grabbed his chin gently and turned it a bit more. It seemed as if the air itself has suddenly gone still as did the surrounding areas.

"Draco," Harry's voice went soft, but the others could still hear the barely controlled anger in it. "Who the fuck dared to put their hand on you?"

Draco looked into Harry's eyes and saw how they had darkened in rage. He shivered, not because he was afraid as he knew Harry would never hurt him, but at the fact that the anger was on behalf of him. He couldn't lie to him, and he didn't want to. He had warned Narcissa that she would pay.

"It was Narcissa," he said softly. "She was the one to strike me."

Harry's eyes glowed with his anger and the others could feel the shift in the air around them. The wind picked up and steadily grew stronger as it whipped around them and they heard the windows on the Manor rattling. Hedwig trilled from her spot in Luna's lap. She flew off to go to Harry, but before she could reach him, Harry disappeared with a loud crack.

"Shit!" Fred exclaimed. "Did Harry just Disapparate?"

"Yeah," George nodded staring at the spot Harry was in shock.

"One guess as to where he went," Cory said.

"Malfoy Manor," Luna answered as she got up. Hedwig moved to her shoulder. "We should go."

The others moved towards her and all five disappeared in a flash of fire.

~... ~

Voldemort and his Death Eaters were sitting around at the table, talking things over when they heard the crack echo throughout the room.

"What was that?" Rabastan asked.

Voldemort's brow furrowed while Remus sniffed the air.

"Harry," both replied. The group looked at each other before pushing their chairs back to go and see what was wrong. Before they could even get to their feet, the doors to the Dining Room flew open and they looked on in awe and confusion.

Harry stood there, eyes glowing with his power and a wind whipping around him, causing his hair to fly around. When he spoke, it was through clenched teeth and his voice was taut with fury. "Where...is...she?"

"Who is he talking about?" Avery asked.

"I have no idea," Snape shook his head, as did the others. Lucius however, narrowed his eyes as he looked at him. An idea was taking root at the back of his and he had the suspicion as to whom Harry was asking for.

"Harry," Voldemort moved away from the table and took a step in Harry's direction. He stopped when he felt a force pressing him back. His eyes narrowed and he tried again before the force pushed him back even more. He raised a hand and was ready to do anything to get him to calm down, when the others rushed through the room.

Draco saw an unknown, but slightly familiar, man raising his hand towards Harry, and all thoughts of decorum flew out of his mind. "Wait...don't!"

He hurried forward and stopped in front of Voldemort.

"Draco," Voldemort warned.

"Please," Draco turned his eyes towards him for a split second, confusion in their depths as to how the man knew his name, before he turned back to Harry. He walked forward seemingly not aware of the force pushing the others back.

"Draco," Lucius moved to stand next to his Lord. "It would be wise not to get too close to him."

"He will not be hurt Lucius," Snape said as he came forward; he remember the last time Harry's magic had gone out of control and how Draco had been the one to calm him down.

"Harry," Draco stopped directly in front of Harry. "Please, calm down."

"I won't," Harry said. "She had no right and she has to pay for what she did."

Lucius stiffened and he realized his suspicions were correct. The others looked at each other before looking back at the two.

"What is going on here?" a female voice sounded. All eyes, with the exception of Harry, turned to look and they saw Narcissa standing there.

Cory and the others glared at her even as they moved to stand with the other followers. They were confused as to whom the two men were, but before they could say anything and anyone could answer Narcissa's question, Harry spoke.

"You..." his voice was soft as he clenched his hands into fists. "You would dare to hit him? You would dare to harm him?" he turned around and Narcissa took a step back in fear when she saw the rage in his eyes.

"That was the biggest mistake you could ever make," Harry said. The wind picked up, the windows rattled before they broke, and like they did at the Manor, the shards flew around in the air above them. The table rose and split in half, the pieces slamming into the wall.

Narcissa took another step back, or tried to, but found she couldn't; she was stuck in place. She stared into Harry's eyes before her hands flew to her throat and she started gasping for air. Her body rose off the floor and flew to the wall; Narcissa's eyes widened in fear. Just before impact, she stopped and was jerked back to the others. She was pulled directly in front of Harry and a glass shard flew to her neck, cutting into her skin.

"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't slit your throat?" Harry asked; his voice never lost its quiet quality and somehow, that made it even worse.

"P-p-please..." Narcissa whispered out. "I'm s-s-sorry."

"You know," Harry cocked his head to the side. "I don't think you are." He raised a closed fist and Narcissa's body rose slightly. He stretched out his arm and opened his fist and Narcissa's arms and legs flew out from her body so that she was spread eagle in the air. With a slight push of his hand, Narcissa's body flew through the Dining room doors and she landed with a thud.

Harry walked up to her. "As Head of the House of Black, I call to dissolve the marriage between Narcissa Malfoy née Black and Lucius Malfoy." A light surrounded Harry, Narcissa and Lucius. When it cleared, Harry continued. "As you are no longer a Malfoy, you have no bearings on anything Malfoy related and that includes Draco. This is your last warning Narcissa, stay away from Draco."

"Thank you," Lucius said to Harry. He had been trying to figure out a way to terminate his marriage and Harry had just done the job for him. "I warned you Narcissa. I told you that you'd regret it if you ever struck him again."

Harry stilled. "What?"

"This is not the first time she's hit me," Draco answered. "The last time was after Sirius' will reading. She was angry over the contents and when I refused to tell her what it was that Sirius knew about me, she became angry and struck me."

"I walked in after the fact and I warned her to never lay a hand on my son again," Lucius finished.

"I should kill you," Harry snarled at Narcissa, who whimpered and cowered away. "Narcissa Black, you no longer belong to the House of Black, you are herby disowned. So I speak it, so mote it be." A light flashed through the room and when it cleared, Narcissa had paled dramatically. Harry looked at her before he started hissing. When he was done, he turned and walked away. Draco and the others looked at each before looking back to the group.

"Uhm," Fred said. "Did our Lord gain new followers?"

"No, why do you ask?" Rudolphus looked at them in confusion.

"Then who are they?" Cory asked as he gestured towards Snape and Voldemort.

"I think you would not be you without the red my Lord," Luna said as she looked at Voldemort. "Your eyes are even more intimidating."

"My Lord?" Fred, Draco, George and Cory were shocked.

"Your comment is appreciated Luna," Voldemort nodded towards the girl before he turned to the boys. "It is me or is there another Dark Lord I do not know of?"

"You look different My Lord," Cory said as he took in Voldemort's new look.

"It is thanks to a potion made by Severus," Voldemort said as he gestured to Snape.

"Snape?" they turned shocked eyes to the man standing next to Lucius.

"I would advise you to close your mouths," Snape's cutting tone brought them out of their stupor, and they silently accepted that it was him; no one else could have that effect with just tone and words alone. "I was not aware we had mindless dunderheads present."

They ducked their heads sheepishly while the others laughed. Only Draco seemed not be joining them; he was still agitated as he wanted to get to Harry. Voldemort looked at him and understood.

"You may go and check on Harry," Voldemort said and Draco turned grateful eyes on him.

"Yes my Lord," the others nodded. They bowed as one to Voldemort and turned to follow after Harry.

"Draco?" Voldemort called out just as the teens reached the door.

"Yes my Lord?" Draco stopped and turned around.

"When you are finished with your training," Voldemort continued. "I would like to speak with you and Harry."

"Yes my Lord," Draco nodded, bowed once more and went after the others.

"If I may ask My Lord, what did Potter say to Narcissa?" McNair asked when the teens were gone.

"He cast a spell on her," Voldemort answered after a few minutes of silence. "Should she have any thoughts of revenge towards Draco, Lucius, himself or basically anyone he calls family, whatever act she chooses to act on, will be done to her."

Lucius looked down at his former wife and Harry's words came back to him.

'…if anyone hurts him, they will answer to me and I will inflict the hurt back on them even worse than they did to him...'

Narcissa had brought it upon herself and he held no pity towards her.

"Tilly," Lucius called out.

"Yes Master?" Tilly popped into the room. She spotted her mistress and her eyes went even wider than they normally are.

"Remove this woman from the Manor," Lucius ordered the elf, "and her belongings as well."

"Yes Master," Tilly bowed before she popped away. She came back moments later with Narcissa's bags and went over to the blonde. After grabbing hold of her arm, she popped away, only to return minutes later. "It is done Master."

Lucius nodded before pulling out his wand. He muttered under his breath as he adjusted the wards to exclude and block Narcissa from ever returning. The group was still staring at the spot Narcissa laid.

"That was unexpected," Avery shuddered as though he could still feel Harry's magic pressing against his skin. The last time that had happened was the night the Dark Lord had introduced the seven of them to his followers.

"It seems Lucius," Snape muttered, "you're problem concerning Narcissa has just been solved.

"I know," Lucius nodded.

"What problem?" Remus asked; his wolf was on high alert the moment he had smelled his cub... both of them and it became even more when Narcissa had shown up. He had smelt the deception coming off of her as well as fear and Moony was ready to attack her. After hearing that she had struck his cub, it had taken all of Remus' control to hold on to Moony. The last time that had happened was when Harry had told them what his home life was like.

"I was trying to find a way to end my marriage to her," Lucius answered as he turned to look at Remus. He held back the gasp that threatened to escape at the look in the man's eyes. Due to his wolf coming to the forefront, Remus' hazel eyes had turned amber... the color of wolf's eyes. Lucius shook his head and bit his lip when he saw the smirk on Remus' face.

"I was also trying to figure out a way to prevent her from gaining access to not only Draco," Lucius continued, "but also the Malfoy funds. Harry solved the problem by not only dissolving the marriage, but stopping Narcissa as well."

"He's something," Bellatrix murmured. Even since Harry had removed the block on her mind and returned not only her son, but her memories, she had changed. She wasn't as crazed as she used to be and was able to think more clearly.

"Yes he is," Voldemort agreed. "Let's resume what we were doing."

"Yes my Lord," echoed around the room.
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