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Bound and Gagged	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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AN: Finally got to this one. :sighs: On with the torture, just kidding. How many people thought Draco would get some in the beginning of this chapter? Sickos!

Unneeded: Snakes, kink, kinda goes there, doesn't it?

I do keep back ups, but not perfectly. This slipped my mind, and the theft was so random. The f**king theives stole bottled water, frozen meat from my kitchen and a broken DS. They were odd, to say the least. I guess ripping off my stuff made them thirsty and hungry, huh?

Lady lizzy: Here's your button, and glad you're a little patient.

jujukittychick: How about this twist? Harry gets purging as well.

CM: Harry will get the blonds, and maybe more, too.

Chapter Seven: Salvation Dual/Duels

Harry pushed him away and opened the door. "I don't have time, today. Tomorrow, we'll see. It's time for us to practice for our charms tests. Come on." he ordered and Draco followed. His disappointment evident on his face.

Harry and Draco practiced for several hours, until both were exhausted and Harry sent his servant to his room. Draco went sullenly, but did not broach the subject of the room again. Harry was glad of the fact, as he knew that his night would be filled by his other charge, and didn't think he could handle two nightmares in one night. He would be taxed enough, what with the sins of a thirty-two-year-old Lucius to deal with.

Lucius slept peacefully for an hour or two, then he found himself in a hazy canyon, furnished only with scrubby brush and a cactus or two. He'd never been to the desert, though he had heard about one from an associate. He tried to remember who had been there and then relayed such a perfect description that he could recreate it in his dreams. He knew he was dreaming, though that didn't change the effects of the dream, and those effects were heat, drying and desolation. He was suddenly very thirsty, dry to the bone and weary from the heat. He began stripping off his robes, dropping layers of dark cloth until he was down to his short sleeved shirt and a pair of cotton trousers. Still the heat poured down on him. He began to walk, moving toward some destination that he was sure would contain liquid to refresh him. He stalked it, moving as fast as his tired, dehydrating muscles could take him.

When he crested a hill, he looked down on an oasis and nearly sighed in relief. He rushed forward, heading for the blessed fluid that would sustain his life. It seemed like hours, but never did the vision move closer. His arm ached, his throat hurt and his legs were cramping up from his excersions. He couldn't last like this. It was too much. He dropped to the sand and began to crawl, moving at a snail's pace.

Voices in his head called out. They screamed for him to try harder, move faster, get to that water at all cost. The words drew his attention, for it was the voice of his wife, calling out as if in agony, wanting him to rescue her, to get the water for her and their baby. He looked to his side, finding Narcissa there, holding an infant Draco in her arms. She was just as tired, just as dry and thirsty as he was, and the baby was worse. His family needed him, and he was failing them, again.

He forced himself to his feet, pushing on, but now with the added strain of pulling his family along, as if they were on a sled, strapped to his back and being dragged through the arid land behind him. He trudged on, one faltering step after another, until he made progress and the oasis came closer. He heard Narcissa's voice and pushed harder, but couldn't bear to turn and look at them, afraid of the picture they would present.

Finally, he crossed the border of the trees that surrounded the oasis, and he cried out in relief. He burst forward in the shade, heading for the water's edge, but when he dropped to drink, it was a mirage and there was only more heated sand, colored a bluish green. He turned to tell his wife, only to find two dry skeletons, a woman and baby, on the raft of desert he'd dragged the entire way.

Lucius screamed.

Harry lifted him, pulling him into a seated position, cradling him in his arms, as the man continued to scream, louder and harder than Harry had ever heard from anyone. He thrashed about, kicking at the boy-wizard as tears flowed from his eyes. Harry spoke in soothing tones, trying to bring the man back to coherence, as he held on to the moving limbs.

Eventually, the trauma eased and the blond regained some of his composure. He moved less, though his body jerked with the sobs that wracked him. He broke down in Harry's arms, weeping outright, as his mind caught up with his current situation.

Harry waited until he was more silent, then asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

"It was so hot and dry. I took them there, thinking it was the best place, but it was wrong and now they're dead."

"Who's dead, Lucius? Tell me." Harry coaxed.

"My family. They died because I made the wrong choice. I took the wrong way!" He cried out and Harry cooed at him to calm him again.

"No, they're not dead. Draco is downstairs. Narcissa is at the manor. They're fine. You made a bad choice, but you were lucky."

"But the desert? The oasis was dry? They died?"

Harry understood now, so he worked his words into the realm that had trapped the man. "No, I brought you water. They'll be fine. They're home, now. Are you back, yet?"

Lucius looked around, finally seeing the room with all of the familiar things. His clothes hung on pegs on the walls and his shoes sat on a low bench below them. He recognized the bland walls and the candle that sat on the table next to his bed, the candle that Harry kept in his room. He shook once, a shudder of fear that was residual to his dream, then he realized he was still clinging to the boy. He tried to pull away, but Harry held him tight. "I'm fine now, Harry. You can release me." he said.

"No, not until I know that you understand this." Harry told him.

"The dream signified my ties to the D-Voldemort. My choice that could have led to my family's death. I understand that, so please release me."

Harry sighed, but didn't let go just yet. "The dream had to be more. Think harder, Lucius."

"The idea of a family. It must have been hard for the woman to see her family suffer. I . . . I did that to her in front of them, and that was the worst of it. For her to know that they were watching, suffering with her." Lucius broke down again, tears streaming from his eyes. "My family watched me, too. I was tortured in front of Narcissa and Draco saw the effects of it. Did they suffer like those children? For me?"

"Only they can answer that, Lucius. But, only you can know if they suffered as much as you did, thinking of them." Harry pulled back, not quite releasing the man, but giving him more freedom. "Sleep now, Lucius. I'll take on the guilt. For the woman, and for Draco and Mrs. Malfoy. Sleep, peacefully for tonight."

Harry let Lucius lie back, yawning as he went, and then tucked the covers up to the man's chest. He stood and picked up the candle, blowing it out as he exited into the lighted hallway. There he met with Severus, who'd just returned from Riddle's house.

"He was very loud. You should cast silencing spells." Snape suggested.

"I didn't want to miss his call. I've got spells over Draco's room, so he won't hear it, and you weren't here. How did it go?" he asked the man.

"Interesting. I think he may be more ripe for our endeavors than I had previously believed. I'm going to send him an owl today." Snape said.

"That soon? Will you be leaving us, when he takes the potion? I don't want him here." Harry said with a sigh. There was no way he'd be able to handle his plans with Tom Riddle in the house.

"No, I'll take him to Spinner's End. It's much quieter. I think he'll be much worse than Lucius could possibly be. He's commited worse crimes than either of us, or they, could imagine. I'll be gone for quite some time, I expect." Snape sighed as well, knowing that he was soon going to be giving as much for the wizarding world as Harry had ever given.

It was better than either of them forfeiting their lives, as he had seen in a vision that had prompted him to take this course, as well as join with the younger man, image of his father who'd been his own tormentor. He wondered if he had managed to find some of the potions and spells he'd encountered sooner, if the lives of others could have been spared. He brushed these thoughts aside, as he caught the end of Harry's last statement.

" . . . for the best. Draco has requested a punishment. What do you make of that?"

"Requested? Odd. He is a bright boy, always has been. Perhaps, he has embraced the means to our ends. It is possible. I'll talk with him if you'd like."

"No. I don't want him frightened off this course, if he's decided to take it. I'm going to get some sleep. I'm exhausted, and tomorrow I've got to decide if I want to take him up on the request, or wait a few days." Harry yawned as he finished his speech.

"Get some rest. The boy can wait, if need be. Don't overtax yourself for their crimes." Snape offered.

"What about mine? You know that I get the same benefits, minus the punishments. I'll have a dream of my own soon. That was the deal, wasn't it? One dream for five of theirs? I'll be casting my silencing spells on my room, soon." Harry shuddered and moved away, "If it wasn't for the healing it brings, I'd consider holding off for even longer, just to save myself.

"Not a Gryffindor move, that one. You won't hold back for your own benefit, Harry Potter." Snape suggested.

"But, you're no Gryffindor and you're the bravest man I've ever met. Don't get stuck on house stereotypes, Severus. Just do what must be done, and we'll make new rules, okay?" Harry was at the door to his own room when Snape nodded and he stepped inside.

Snape looked into the room where Lucius slept and sighed. He longed for the dreams more than Harry realized, and if he had to rush the cure for Tom, he'd do it, just to reach the cleansing of his own life. But, there was a danger there as well. He'd have to take the boy's example into heart and find a medium speed to get him and Voldemort to the stage of purity that he desired.
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