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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~ Hope you all like this chapter, it was so interesting to write.
Meechypoo - Thank you. Currently Harry is not willing to bring anyone but Draco down into the chamber, and the basalisk items can wait until after Harry takes care of what he is hiding there. Vince is an issue, and we shall see the hiccups he causes later.
Djaddict - The tuxes were Harry's way of trying to be elegant. He hasn't completely lost some of his muggle preferences. Your assumption for the horcruxes is correct. There is only one other Parselmouth, and he won't be looking for them.
BAFan - Thank you. My pronounciation is just personal taste...the hard g just sounds gross... and the french pronunciation sounds nicer off my tounge. It was taked from Latin, which is a base language for French, so there could be a regional interpretation..
Teedub - Thank you, Harry does sacrifice his need to be 'just Harry' a lot, but I think he will get his chance, at least on a small scale.
delia cerrano - Thanks for your review. I really want to showcase Harry in a new light with the maturity he deserves. He does have to balance being back as a teenager where he has to actually acknowledge his hormones this time :D
Thank you all for your reviews... Enjoy this next chapter.
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Chapter 7. First Move
Harry waited in the Room of Requirements for the rest of the Defense club to arrive. He had invited Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore for this one. Harry described the room he would need to the headmaster when he arrived. He implied that the task was important for saving a very important life. From his original discussion with Hermione, and the dates associated with his Augur powers, Sirius’ death was the greatest mistake that needed to be corrected. Getting that part right was his main focus and goal.
Harry also mentioned that he would need both the Headmaster and Professor Snape’s help when he was ready to test his project. Dumbledore assigned him a room in the third floor corridor, close to where Harry met Fluffy in his first year. The headmaster also agreed to help Harry with whatever he needed to test his project. When Severus finally arrived, he and the headmaster moved off to the side to observe.
Today they would work on the Sonabona charm and teachers were needed, as this was the counter for the Cruciatus and Afflictio curses. The Professor and headmaster were standing off to the side watching pensively as the students entered. Harry paired everyone up again with different partners this time, so no one got used to the same partner. He set them to do a quick round of disarming vs stunning. He wanted to increased their awareness and casting speed.
After the first several rounds were complete, and those that were stunned revived, he informed them that he would be paired with Professor Snape to demonstrate the Sonabona charm.
“I have created a field within this room against detection, sir, so please use the Cruciatus , so everyone can see this charm as it is meant to be used.” Turning to the rest of the students, whose eyes were wide at his instructions, “Students will be practicing against the Afflictio curse, which is a mildest legal hex form of the Cruciatus , as you know, but not dangerous or deadly. It will give you a real world feel for casting your charm and preventing the devastation and a feel for the charms effects. The headmaster will supervise in case anything goes wrong.” There were audible sighs among the crowd of teenagers.
Severus positioned himself opposite Harry. His Cruciatus was very strong, he only hoped Harry’s demonstration went well… He looked to the headmaster one more time, and received the nod.
“CRUCIO!” Snape shouted as his wand sent off a red streaming curse.
Harry’s hands were too quick for the student’s to follow as he barely whispered the charm “Sonabona”. His counter charm was quick and sharp, the pink stream of magic flowed like honey towards the oncoming curse. For the students it happened so quickly, for Harry the moment felt as if it were slow motion. He saw his charm swallow the curse, and flow forward and surround the Professor in a glowing pink shell… Harry cast the ‘Finite’ quickly to end the effects of his counter.
Severus Snape was in awe, he had been enveloped in blinding pink light and a loud persistent sound was starting to blossom inside his head forcing his focus to diminish, and as quickly as it started it stopped. No one had ever successfully blocked his Cruciatus before...No one.
Harry turned towards the students. “This charm is both offensive and defensive. It successfully negates any pain curse, and attacks two of the senses of the caster, sight and sound, ensuring their focus is deterred.” He lifted his wand, and demonstrated the flick movement for them. After which, each student, the Headmaster, and Professor Snape were practicing the movement over and over.
The students were grouped into three groups. Each group lined up in front of the provided mechanical death eater. They were to practice casting the Sonabona counter first, then the second round was a rotation of separate hexes by the mechanical death eater to encourage the students to practice their repertoire of charms and counters. The teachers were on hand to quickly heal any curses from the mechanical death eaters that got through to the students.
Harry was happy with everyone’s progress. Severus and Dumbledore both were intrigued to learn the charm as well. Harry stated they would have regular sessions once a week, and their next new spell session would be right before the holidays they would be learning two new spells. After the student’s departed. Professor Snape and the headmaster asked Harry more about the next lessons. And Harry walked them through how he approached each session to get them ready for quickness of mind and body. Harry described how after every session that a new spell is introduced, several of the following sessions are for practice, to hone the skill until it becomes second nature to them. Once mastered they will move on to one or two new spells and repeat the cycle. The two men went away that evening with a similar mind… Harry would make an excellent teacher.
The following week, Harry worked effortlessly on his classes, and then spent the rest of his free time in the room Dumbledore had let him use. His first day he spent constructing the exact dimensions of the arch from memory out of stones he had brought in. The actual dimensions were critical for the spiders when they arrived. He needed their webbing to cover the whole arch.
His spiders arrived in the room on Thursday afternoon. Ron refused to even come and watch, Hermione feigned research… Understandable really. Draco stayed though, he would sit in the corner and take in everything Harry was doing.
Harry had unpacked the spiders near the arch and directed them to the top. His charms placed enticing morsels in mid air for them to spin their webs close to retrieve. The first night he had spent four hours just getting them to spin two inches below the top of the arch. Each thread was weaved beautifully, tight and perfect. Since he could not let them spin alone without guidance, he charmed them to sleep while he left. Harry was exhausted by the end of the night, and Draco could only help him to his dorm, and wait to see him at their defense meetings.
Draco understood Harry was focused, this task was extremely important, though he did not really understand it. There was an almost obsessiveness about this task for Harry. Draco was just happy to be there in case of trouble, or just to simply watch.
After the second week, Draco had taken to reminding Harry when it was time to leave. His concentration was more severe after he had the entire web spun. His spells were complex, and difficult, taking a lot of his willpower to cast and weave into each thread. Draco would sometimes have to interrupt after an incantation and take him up to the tower to pass off to Hermione who would make him sleep. Draco was getting worried, Harry was starting to get tense and anxious as the third week rolled on. But on Tuesday Harry seemed to have a breakthrough of whatever he was doing. Draco watched as Harry seemed to come alive in front of him, eyes bright, smile wide, and he had turned to Draco and hugged him. Everything in Draco wanted to kiss Harry, but he wanted to let Harry have the focus he needed, he had promised that. His own needs and wants could wait.
For Harry the three weeks had been unnerving, classes were easy to get through. It was the waiting, and the wanting that ate at Harry the most. He had no time to devote elsewhere since his free time was taken up by his plan to save Sirius. It was easy enough to get the empty classroom and set it up a replica of the veil portal. The hard part was the daily monitoring of the progress of the spiders. Their web had to be intricate, had to be tight. Harry was working with several charms, and spells to replicate what his mind was conjuring, but every time he thought he had the right ones, nothing worked right together. His only consolation had been that Draco had been there. Silently supporting him, diligently taking care of him.
Harry wanted to include Draco for this, but there was something that made him hold back the information for this task. Harry ached having to focus on something other than Draco. The defense club sessions were his only consolation. There he could let his eyes drink in Draco, with the thought of their time together in the back of his mind.
Harry’s focus was a beast of its own. Harry could still perform while thinking of Draco, in a way it seemed that those thoughts helped his magic grow stronger. There had been missions for the Auror department where his focus should have been broken, but the training subconsciously took over. He was thankful for that training now. There would be time for just them, after he finished his project.
Harry started to get nervous the closer the date of Arthur's attack approached. When Harry had finally found the perfect combination of charms, he couldn’t wait for Dumbledore and Severus to help him test it full scale. He had hugged Draco wanting to share this unspoken moment with him. Harry let the calming scent of Draco wash over him, seep into his body and wash away his stress. Draco did not press for more than he offered, and that made Harry’s heart grow. Harry knew there was no turning back now, he was falling fast for this friend, this savior of his sanity. Just holding Draco seemed to wash away the world that seemed to be crashing further in on him. He knew that to the world, Harry Potter would always be more, more than a boy, more than a man, more than a wizard. But here, in the arms of his own savior, he was just Harry, nothing more.
In that small moment of shared joy, Draco felt closer to Harry than he had thought he could be. His own world became centered, clearer, and focused. The world for him was simple, Harry, just Harry. Living to be with him, to help him, to be Harry’s strength, to be his quiet friend, and his passionate lover…
Harry met with the Headmaster and Severus on thursday evening. Severus and Albus stared up at the large archway and the intricate netting that covered the massive opening from top to bottom. The webbing glistened like a multifacet diamond. Harry walked out from behind the huge arch and looked up at them and smiled.
“Thank you for coming. I need both of you for testing purposes. All the charms work perfectly so there will be no damage to your persons, but I need to test a couple of scenarios. One in which Professor Snape will be standing next to the webbing, and you, headmaster will need to cast a spell at him, one I will try to use one of my charms on. I need to find the right protective charm that will block a powerful spell, and also push Severus back against my webbing. I have three in mind, but will need to test each one.” Harry explained.
“What happens if I get pushed into the webbing, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked, wary of the implications.
“The webbing is imbued with an unbreakable charm to ensure the threads do not break or fray, a charm that slowly disillusions your body, to imitate a fade to ghostly form, and then portkey you to a specific location beyond the fabric, while the third charm imitates and projects the assumed movement of your ghostly body form up to the top of the webbing. There is also a charm that will hide the webbing when I activate it. All these charms are added to each singular thread, so there is not a single thread left uncharmed.” Harry disclosed.
Dumbledore was impressed, the intricacy and focus needed to imbue each thread would have been painstaking. Severus was thinking along the same lines, but was more impressed that the boy accomplished the feat in only two and a half weeks with all his classes, and defense club meetings. Further inspection showed him that Harry was hiding his own tiredness from those around him, the strain was evident if one knew where to look.
Severus moved closer to the webbing, and Harry showed the Headmaster where he needed to stand. Harry moved to just the side, and waited. Dumbledore let a strong stinging hex go, Harry blocked it silently, but Severus still stood unmoved. Harry frowned in concentration, and nodded back to Dumbledore. The headmaster released a strong cutting hex… Harry’s wand was hidden, but pointed towards Severus, as he whispered, “tuverna”. The hex flashed as if it hit Severus, he was thrown back, and then the image of Severus faded into a ghostly form as it traveled up the webbing. Harry stood taller, smiled wider and then laughed. Severus moved from behind the arch with a bewildered expression.
“That was a very interesting move. What charm was that?” Severus asked, righting his robes.
“The Tuerivelurna charm is one I have been working on for this purpose. It is a charm that blocks a spell, protects the object and pushes the object at the same time. It worked as I had hoped, the blocking and protection portion of the spell, allows the curse to look like it had struck the intended victim. So it can only be used to protect someone else, not yourself.” Harry smiled as he explained, it took him the second half of the first week to work out that charm.
“You are exceptionally well gifted at designing charms, Harry. Excellent work!” The Headmaster praised.
“From what I understand, its in the blood. My mother was exceptional at charms, or so I was told by one of her favorite professors.” Harry said, trying not to look at Severus. He was so proud of the progress Severus had made, but that would not stop him from sharing in the pride he felt for his mother. He was proud to be Lily’s son, it was just another part of him that he had accepted long ago… well maybe not long ago… Harry smiled one of his secretive smiles at that.
“Thank you both for your help.” Harry offered. He turned towards the webbing as they departed, and delicately levitated it off the arch. He then folded it into a small block and then shrunk it. He banished the arch with a grim face. He would succeed...
December 18th, the night of Arthur's attack, was upon Harry quicker than he wanted it to be, yet still it felt like an eternity. Harry waited in the library for the sound that Madam Pince shooing people out. On his study desk was a book on the Patronus Charms and their meanings, he hadn’t really given up finding his own answer, he also had not asked anyone either, afraid he already knew the real answer. His focus was random, looking towards various student groups, his book and every now and then towards the windows.
Harry’s started to hear silent whispers in his ear, and the tingle down his back told him, Mr. Malfoy had pressed the coin.
I have sent Nagini to take out the one guarding the prophecy tonight. Go, Lucius, get it for me. The way should be clear.
Yes, My Lord.
Remember the prophecy is the goal, If the Order arrives, leave… we will get it another way…
Yes, My Lord.
The words died in his ears, and when he felt two arms entwine around his neck, he flinched, waiting. Soft arms and a hint of honey and lemon scent hit his senses. Draco.
They had touched often enough over the past three weeks. Not like their date, where they could do anything, and just enjoy each other with no distractions. It had been more of a brush of hands here, a shoulder bump while walking, it was always a thrill, this close though was more than a thrill, it was a bombardment of his senses.
“You feel tense, why?” the words whispered over his ear, electrifying his skin and blood.
“Waiting for news on a small project. What are you doing?” Harry replied, turning his head to look at Draco. Bad idea if he wanted to keep his focus and calm.
“I noticed you were nervous the last couple days, I figured I could try to help… Maybe another kiss...” Draco’s icy eyes were pools of mercury calling to Harry.
Harry didn’t move, his attention was completely captured. Did Draco know the power of just his scent and eyes? Draco’s quick intake of breath removed Harry’s control. It had been too long.
Harry’s quick movements had them standing off to the corner, Draco’s back against one of the shelves, and a disillusionment charm cast. And then Harry was there, lips crashing and claiming. Draco was lost once again, the fire, the heat, the pleasure of just one kiss. Harry had never tasted another like Draco, the intensity was mind blowing. Harry reached down and picked Draco up by the waist, and those leg wrapped around him bringing their pelvises into union. Each gasped at the contact. Harry drank in those gasps, and let his mouth move to take flesh from Draco’s pale neck into his heated mouth. Silk and cream, that was Draco Malfoy, sweet and salty, everything.   Harry had to stop, he pushed himself, this thing with Draco was powerful, and neither was ready for the explosive passion that was waiting to crash over them.
“We have to stop Draco.” Harry breathed out raggedly. His heart was racing, his body burning...
“I don’t want to, Harry.” Draco cried out softly. His body on fire, waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
“Me either, but we must. I want everything to be perfect with you.” Harry explained his voice straining at the edge of his control.
“What if I don’t want perfect?” Draco gasped out desperately. Harry moaned as Draco moved against him, showing what he really wanted.
Ice crashed over both of them, as Harry’s charm fell. Draco planted his feet as Harry let go, turning with astonishing speed, wand in hand, on who cast it.
Hermione was standing there… beet red in the face…
“Ron’s mum called Dumbledore, we need to go.” She said hurriedly before turning away and walking quickly towards the library entrance.
“Go Harry, another time.” Draco said as he pushed Harry to go.
Harry tried to put his mind back in order, turned back towards Draco, and planted a quick perfunctory kiss on those pink lips.
“Definitely later.” Harry promised and left in the direction of Hermione’s path.
Harry caught up with Hermione and they walked to the Headmaster’s office in silence.
Just before they reached the Gargoyle, she turned on him.
“You could have told me!” Hermione rasped.
“I wasn’t trying to keep it from you, I guess it just progressed quicker than I thought.” Harry said exasperated.
“Well, Ron won’t like it… he’s a hard enough time with the friends bit.” Hermione spoke quietly, but with some steel lining her voice, “I don’t like it, friends is one thing, but this…” She broke off… “Can we trust him? I’m not sure about Ron, but I still have doubts.”
“I’ll tell him, its not like this was something I meant to keep. I have been busy, and It’s just, and well… I don’t know Hermione, I have been trying to keep some distance with Draco and I. I’ve gotten to know him, I trust him. And it’s well… overwhelming and amazing all at the same time.” Harry was trying to explain, but he felt like he was doing a poor job, when her left eyebrow went up, “Look, even though I got married and had kids in my vision, this is new to me… I know the path I chose in my vision wasn’t the right one, and with that person I had something normal, but nothing as ...I don’t even know how to describe it…”
“All consuming?” She supplied.
“Yeah...Ron?” Harry asked, She nodded and blushed. She understood then.
“You tell him soon or I will, I don’t like secrets, Harry, and neither does he.” She emphasized her words by folding her arms across her chest and giving him THAT stare. The stare that says ‘you better or consequences will follow’, the one that always had her kids shutting up after they had been fighting… Harry smiled at the memory... Vision, it was just a vision.
Hermione was curious about his look, but she knew better than to pry. They spoke the password and the Gargoyle moved so they could walk up to the Headmaster’s office. Hermione waited just outside the main office.
Harry stopped just inside Dumbledore’s office to see Molly Weasley, standing next to a bandaged Mr. Weasley. At least it was only his arm this time, he noticed as the man held it gingerly.
Mr. Weasley, looked up at Harry and smiled. Mrs. Weasley, ran to Harry and smothered him in one of her hugs as she cried her thanks out to him.
“Mmmrmph.” Harry was trying to say something, but his breathing was cut off..
“Molly...give the boy some air.” The headmaster said with a chuckle.
Mrs. Weasley backed off a bit, and wiped her tears.
“I followed the instructions you gave me, the snake bit my arm, but thanks to the Bezor, nothing major was affected. I was able to immobilize it, and kill it after using the potion, though it just turned to dust. I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I kept the dust in this pouch for you, just in case you might have need.” Mr. Weasley said, as he reached with his good arm to take a small brown leather bag from his pocket. “The blade is also in the bag.”
Harry looked at the bag, he felt nothing, so he knew the Horcrux was destroyed, but maybe Professor Snape could use the ash for something.
“Were there any Death Eaters?” Harry asked.
“Only one, and he seemed a bit off with his aim, but he dodged a good right number of my spells well enough. Lucius Malfoy… Curious about his aim, don’t you think?” Mr. Weasley asked quietly.
Harry was unsure, he didn’t know if saying anything now would be good, or not. He chose instead to smile, let Mr. Weasley take what he wanted from it.
“Did he see the snake killed?” Harry asked, knowing that if he did, there was a possibility that the Dark Lord could see into Mr. Malfoy’s memories.
“No. He arrived just after, and departed quickly after a few exchange of spells.” Mr. Weasley informed them.
Harry sighed, at least there was no danger to Mr. Malfoy at this time. He would have to monitor his link with Voldemort just in case.

They discussed the events at the ministry in detail, and were confident that everything had gone according to the plan. For the first move, Harry was sure he was ahead. Next would be Voldemort’s move. Harry knew that meant the escape from Azkaban was imminent, but he would say nothing, understanding the pieces of the board needed to be filled, without the Queen there could be no checkmate for the King, and he knew Voldemort would be there in response to his actions against Bellatrix… That was vital.
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