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Lost and Damned	By : danniperson Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 24087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: Against what I had put in my story outline, I did add a scene in this chapter that might be disturbing. I kind of hate myself for writing it, but the moment I thought of it, it seemed like a necessary part of the story and it came to the point that I could not imagine not having it. It is another rape scene, though it's not quite the same as the first one. Feel free to skip over it if you can't handle it. I know it was hard to stomach just writing it, myself. Don't hate me too much! You know I love you guys!

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LOST AND DAMNED

Bury All Your Secrets in My Skin

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When the Snatchers arrived to Malfoy Manor with their prisoners, both Harry and Hermione had been knocked unconscious for wild struggles to escape. While Hermione had been taken down with the other prisoners in the basement, Harry had been taken to a rather special place. He slept through the chaos of Bellatrix finding the sword, demanding where the Snatchers had found it, and her marching down to the basement to revive Hermione to demand answers. Harry even remained unconscious as he was bathed. It was only lying naked in bed, strange hands running over his skin, did he wake up. For a moment, it was easy to get lost in dreams, to imagine that those clever hands belonged to his Severus. He moaned quietly at the careful ministrations of those hands, expertly massaging his back, gasping as they squeezed his arse. His cock twitched and he rubbed it against the mattress. The glorious feel of silk against his prick was too nice to pass up and Harry continued rubbing himself against it as hands rubbed at his sides and lips moved up his spine, tongue trailing across his shoulder blades before pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his neck and then to the sides. Soft hair glided across his skin, a tempting scent of pomegranate and violets assaulting his nose. "Hmm," Harry hummed, arching back into the warm body behind him, mind still too sleepy and too caught up in how nice he felt to think straight.

There was a soft chuckle that made him frown. The sound alone made him doubt that his lover was with him. The voice was what really jolted him from his sleepy state. "Ah, you're awake, Mr. Potter," Lucius Malfoy's voice whispered into his ear, hot tongue trailing along the edge of it. Harry shivered, this time not sure if it was out of pleasure or fear. His heart began to race in his chest, stomach twisting up in revulsion. "I've gotten to know your body very well, you know, but I was hesitant to penetrate you until you were alert. Whatever monster you might think me, I am no rapist."

"I know better than that, Malfoy," Harry spat, quickly twisting his body out from under Lucius and scrambling off of the bed. His head immediately began to spin and he hissed then stumbled into the nearest wall, sinking to the floor. The whole world seemed to be spinning way too fast. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and curled up in himself against the pain, waiting for his senses to return to normal. "Says the man who fucks his own son!" Harry managed to hiss out spitefully.

There was a pause. "So Draco told you, did he?" Lucius asked coldly. "I had no idea you were so close."

Shite. Admitting that Draco had told him such personal information was probably not good for him. Luckily, Lucius didn't seem to linger on that thought so much as the fact that someone knew of his perversions. "I would hardly call that rape, Harry," the man said quietly. The blond approached as Harry grasped the wall, pulling himself into a sitting position. The room still tilted to the side, but he pressed his head against the wall and waited. It was a little better now. "You don't see the way my Draco moans for me…writhes into much touch. I daresay the boy enjoys it far more than he should."

"That's a lie!" Harry snapped. "You're a rapist! You make him do it!"

"Is that what he's been telling you?" Lucius asked with a grin. "I assure you, the boy practically begs me to fuck him. He loves his daddy's cock. And so will you, I imagine. If you can find anything appealing in someone so…unsightly…as Severus Snape, you will certainly find the experience of fucking a more desirable person eye-opening."

"Don't…" Harry began, wanting to tell the arse not to say anything like that about his Severus. Most people might find Severus to be ugly, and even Harry could admit he wasn't beautiful in any traditional sense, but Harry loved him and Harry was attracted to him. He didn't want anyone else. Especially no one like Lucius Malfoy, who raped his own son. "I won't let you touch me."

"Is that so?" Lucius asked with some amusement. "Even if I could…Offer you something in return?"

"I'm not a whore!" Harry spat, disgusted with the very idea of touching Lucius. He couldn't believe the man had already been touching him and that he had been enjoying it! His head feeling a bit better, he struggled to his feet, still clutching the wall to keep himself steady.

"I never claimed you were," Lucius said in an appeasing tone. "But there is no harm…no shame in bedding someone to save your friends."

Harry blinked. "What?"

"Did you ever stop to wonder where Miss Granger is?" Lucius asked, eyebrow raised.

Harry looked around the bedroom in confusion. Where was he, anyway? How had he gotten here? Where was Hermione? It all slowly came back to him and Harry's eyes grew wide. "Where is she?"

Lucius just grinned. "We had already been keeping prisoners before your arrival. A Miss Luna Lovegood…the wandmaker, Ollivander…and a goblin," Lucius said, slowly approaching Harry, though at the boy's glare he stopped a few feet away. "Miss Granger is currently occupied with my sister-in-law, I'm afraid. Questioning about a sword."

Harry's eyes grew wide. "Fuck."

"Indeed," Lucius said. "Now, if you were to get back into bed and…please me…Perhaps I could be persuaded to set you and your friends free."

"Like I would trust you," Harry spat.

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice," Lucius drawled.

"I'm not stupid! Even if I let you do something, you wouldn't help me at all," Harry snapped. He had to get out of here. He had to find Hermione and the others. He quickly looked around the room for his clothes, though the search was making him feel lightheaded again. "You're a Slytherin. You manipulate people, but you're not going to use me that way!"

"It is true…You are wise not to trust me," Lucius agreed. "However…Do the lives of your friends truly not matter enough to even try?"

Harry froze, letting his eyes slowly turn to meet Lucius's arrogant grin. He didn't know what to say, at first. He couldn't betray Severus like that. He didn't want Lucius like that. At the same time, though, how could he not do something that might help his friends? Harry closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. "I'll find a way to save them myself. Where are my clothes?"

Lucius snorted. "Do you think I would tell you? That I'll just let you walk away? We're not friends, Potter. I might be willing to do you a few very gracious favors should you allow me the pleasure of fucking you, but that's as far as my good nature goes."

"Fine. I don't need you," Harry assured the man. "Accio wand!"

Lucius chuckled. "You've been captured by Death Eaters, Potter, who are more than willing to surrender you to the Dark Lord the moment we get the information we need. Bellatrix is torturing dear Miss Granger just downstairs…but the Dark Lord hardly cares about the Mudblood. Bellatrix could kill her at any moment and no one would bat an eyelash. What of the others, Mr. Potter. Are you willing to let them die, as well? For what? To act like some innocent virgin? To retrain some image you hope to portray to the world? I never took you for being so selfish, young Gryffindor."

Harry's eyes flashed angrily, but he quickly darted across the room to the door, grasping the handle. He would get out of here, he would save his friends, and he would not let this fiend touch him. His reckless action did him little good as the knob shocked him. He hissed in pain that shot through his body, a sharp burn that came and went, leaving little aftershocks that had his limbs jerking sporadically.

"You'll have to do better than that, Potter," Lucius said, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him with mild humor.

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As the last students left his office, Severus frowned and pulled the mirror shard from his desk. "Harry?" he asked into it quietly. He waited several long minutes before saying the name again, waiting several more before sighing heavily and pulling it away.

"Is everything well, my boy?" asked the portrait of Albus Dumbledore behind him.

Severus sighed and turned around to face his mentor. "I suppose. I only haven't heard from Harry in a while. I haven't even seen him the past several hours. I don't know if I should be worried or not."

"I am certain that he is well," Albus said, though he, too, was now frowning. "He has accepted a great task, a very dangerous one, at that. But I am confident in young Harry's survival skills. He has accomplished a great deal in his young life. He does have a knack for getting out of sticky situations."

"There's a first time for everything, Albus," Severus reminded him dryly. "That boy has survived on luck alone thus far. What makes you think that luck hasn't run out?"

"There is no reason to be so pessimistic. I am sure he is fine. We have a lot to worry about—" Albus was saying.

"The only thing I'm worried about is knowing if he's dead or alive!" Severus snapped. "Don't accuse me of pessimism, Albus, when you are the very one who told me that the man that I love is going to have to die!"

Albus looked mournful. "Forgive me, Severus. But aren't the memories you do have worth what is to come? Don't tell me you regret your time spent with him."

"I'm sick of your games, Albus," Severus said quietly. It took a great deal of energy to stand up, grab the mirror, and walk back into his private chambers. No, he would never regret the time he had spent with Harry, just as he had never quite regretted the time he had been blessed with to have Lily. But Severus wasn't ready for him to die, was too selfish to want that. If Severus could take Harry away and forget the rest of the world, he would have gladly done so.

It had been too long since Severus had brooded over the knowledge that his young, beautiful lover was going to have to die before long. It wouldn't do well to fall back into that obsession again. Severus frowned and set the mirror aside. He had more important things to do. Harry had to be fine. Severus, meanwhile, had to check on his students and do his best to prevent as many rapes, tortures, and murders as he could.

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Draco hadn't really noticed when Harry and Hermione were brought to the manor. It was nothing new for people to be coming and going. Even the screams were not an unusual thing to be heard. He wanted no part of it. While his family did what they would, Draco hid away in his room, trying to lose himself in books or music and writing letters to Hermione and Harry that he could never send just for the sake of getting some of those things off of his chest. Sometimes he was able to firecall Severus, but the man was far too busy with his duty as headmaster of Hogwarts. It had to be a tough job, running a school, playing Death Eater, and protecting the students all at the same time. He was somewhat regretting his decision to stick around here and not return to school. Draco was doing all he could to learn what he could, but there was only so much he could do and he hated it here.

Eventually Draco became a bit hungry and decided to head downstairs to look for food. He stopped as he crossed the living room, stunned to see his Hermione laying on the floor with his Aunt Bella holding a wand to her. Narcissa sat in a chair nearby looking anxious. Fenrir Greyback was there, circling the group, licking his lips as he looked down at Hermione. Several unconscious bodies lay near the door. Draco hardly paid them any mind. He just stared at Hermione, heart racing in his chest. She was dirty, covered in blood, and writhing pain as Bellatrix performed the Cruciatus Curse on her again.

Everything seemed to slow down. He was barely aware of the way his aunt was shrieking, demanding answers from Hermione that she claimed not to know. "JUST TELL HER!" Draco wanted to scream, but struggled to keep his mouth shut as bile rose in his throat.

"Maybe she'll speak up if you let me have a bit of…time alone with her," Fenrir said, eyes filled with hunger so intense that Draco was sure he would literally eat her once he was done violating her.

Draco was going to be sick.

"I'm not through with her yet," Bellatrix growled. She then smirked down at Hermione and smoothed her hair back. "But maybe later, if she can't behave."

No, no, no, no, no! Draco's mind screamed at him, but he had no idea what to do.

"Oh, hello, Draco dear," Bellatrix said, voice sickeningly sweet. "Come to play with the Mudblood?"

"I…" was all Draco could say. Hermione turned her head towards him, dark brown eyes unfocused and filled with so much pain and fear. She didn't plead with him, though, not even with her eyes. And Draco felt so ashamed just looking at her. So ashamed of himself and his cowardice.

"I'll let you have a taste of her before the mutt does," Bellatrix assured him.

Draco's hand moved to cover his mouth, though it stopped halfway. He swallowed the bile in his throat, hands becoming clammy while he felt all of the blood drain out of his face. Fenrir sneered at him. "Doesn't look like he's got what it takes, does it?"

"Leave my son alone," Narcissa said coldly.

"The likes of you hardly has the right to say anything about a Malfoy," Bellatrix snapped.

"Yes, because the Malfoys are doing so well in the Dark Lord's favor," Fenrir said sarcastically.

Bellatrix turned her wand to Fenrir who glared at her before slowly taking a few steps back.

"Come here, my darling," Narcissa beckoned as Bellatrix continued torturing Hermione. Draco couldn't move, though. Didn't want to get closer. He wanted to protect her, but he couldn't. He wanted to hide and pretend he had never seen this, but that would be wrong. Merlin, Draco loved her. He couldn't just leave her this way…

Hermione made claims of the sword being a fake and that's when Draco realized what this was all about. The Sword of Gryffindor was lying on the couch beside his mother, who was watching over it protectively. Bellatrix didn't seem to buy this at all. Narcissa looked down at the sword and then back up to Draco.

"There is always a way we can find out," Narcissa replied calmly. "Draco, fetch the goblin!"

"Yes, Mother," Draco said quietly. He found it hard to tear his eyes away from Hermione. He had no idea what to do until her eyes turned back to him. She wouldn't beg him to save her, but instead seemed to plead with him to go. He couldn't read her mind, but Draco had a good idea of what she wanted. He ran downstairs to where their prisoners were, gray eyes searching the dark corners madly before he remembered he had a wand and lit it. "Goblin? Where's the goblin?"

"He has a name, you know," Luna Lovegood said airily from one corner. She was staring up at the ceiling with mild interest, as though she saw something fascinating. Draco glanced there, but didn't notice anything.

"What is it, then?" Draco asked, struggling to remain polite.

"His name is Griphook," Luna replied. "Griphook!"

"Please, Griphook!" Draco whispered, rushing over to the goblin. "Please tell them the sword is fake. They mustn't know it's the real one! Please, please…and I'll find a way to get you out of here, I swear. Just please, please, please, don't tell them the truth."

He pleaded with the goblin as he carefully led him back upstairs.

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For some reason, attacking Lucius Malfoy had seemed the logical thing to do. The man must have had his wand somewhere! If only he could get him down long enough to search for it or summon it. He had somehow underestimated Lucius and after only managing to elbow his stomach and punch his face, Lucius had the better of him. Lucius had thrown him off and continued to do so every time Harry charged him before finally slamming the boy into the wall, enclosing his fingers around Harry's neck. He struggled to breath, grabbing at Lucius's arms desperately in hopes of prying them off. The fingers were too tight to get under them to bend them as he had hoped. Grabbing at his arms didn't seem to be doing anything. Harry tried to raise his leg to knee him between the legs, but Lucius was too close to him to allow much movement. Harry twisted his body as hard as he could despite the soreness of his muscles and the sweat dripping down his body.

After a few minutes, Lucius's grip loosened a bit as he struggled to keep a firm grip on Harry. He used this opportunity to grasp Lucius's fingers, pulling them back. Lucius quickly dropped his hands away from Harry's neck, but raised his arm to backhand him. The force was enough for Harry's glasses to fly from his face and to send him flying to the ground. Harry felt around for his glasses while scrambling back to his feet, glaring across the room at Lucius.

"You won't win here, Potter," Lucius spat. "Clearly you have little room in your heart for your friends compared to yourself. Pity. I shall enjoy watching them suffer. Perhaps I should give them worse for the trouble you've given me. You're very lucky the Dark Lord wants you for himself."

"Don't!" Harry shouted as Lucius strode towards the door. The idea hit him as Lucius turned his wand to the door to open it. Kreacher and Dobby! He could call for them once the bastard left. Kreacher and Dobby, he thought over and over again.

He didn't even have to say a thing.

"Master called for Kreacher?" croaked the voice of his godfather's house elf.

"Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter!"

Harry cringed as Lucius spun around, wand slashing out and sending both house elves into the wall. "DON'T!" Harry bellowed. Shite! He needed them, but Lucius was going to ruin it.

"Call them off, because I will not hesitate to kill them," Lucius spat.

"Lucius Malfoy will not—" Dobby began.

"Av—" Lucius began.

"DON'T!" Harry shouted again. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!"

Lucius said nothing, but held his wand pointed at the house elves. "I can be gracious, Mr. Potter, but do not try my patience."

"Harry Potter—" Kreacher said.

"No, just go," Harry said, voice cracking. He couldn't risk them getting hurt. He was tempted to tell them to rescue the others, but one look at Lucius and Harry doubted he could get away with it. Just risking it could put not only himself at risk, but everyone in the manor. "Just…just go."

Kreacher and Dobby didn't look happy, but they nodded and disappeared. "Such a good boy," Lucius purred, slowly sauntering over to Harry. He reached out to stroke his cheek and Harry recoiled, but didn't move away. Shite. What was he supposed to do? If he called Kreacher and Dobby while Lucius was still in the room, it would just end in disaster. He could hope that they made it in time to rescue everyone else, but what if they weren't? There was no telling how many Death Eaters were in the house. There was also no telling if Lucius would keep his word.

But…

But if he gave in, then maybe Lucius would leave after. Then he could get time alone with Kreacher and Dobby to get their help.

Maybe.

There were no guarantees. Harry was almost certain that Lucius would go back on his word. But he couldn't not try. Even if things went badly, he would hate himself even more if he didn't at least attempt to save his friends. He didn't want to betray Severus. Didn't want to betray himself this way. But there were things in this world more important than sex and fidelity. The lives of the people he cared about, the lives of innocents…He couldn't just abandon them because he was squeamish and didn't want to sleep with Lucius.

Surely there was another way?

"You know what I want, Harry. And if you give me what I want, I could be inclined to do you a few favors," Lucius said temptingly. "No one has to die. No one even has to get hurt. You are the only one the Dark Lord wants. What would it matter if the others just so happened to go free so long as he gets you? You might even be able to escape, as well. So long as I play my cards right, this should all go smoothly. But you simply must cooperate, Harry. It's been so long since I last had someone other than my wife…and my son. I might even be tempted to leave Draco be for a while, should you satisfy my…needs. I do remember how delicious you tasted that day…Remember? You were only fifteen then…you still reek of purity. Of goodness." He ran his nose through Harry's messy black locks and inhaled deeply. "Intoxicating."

Lucius was promising too much.

He'd never do it.

Just considering it made Harry hate himself. And not considering it made him feel ashamed. There was no easy option here. He bit the inside of his mouth until he tasted blood, tears burning his green eyes as his conflicted emotions warred inside of him. "F…Fine," he growled out angrily.

Lucius smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Fine? Dear, dear, Harry…I'm afraid I'll need more convincing than that. After all, I don't want to feel as though I'm…taking advantage of you."

"But you are," Harry snarled.

Coldness filled those silver gray eyes and Lucius frowned. "Very well. If—"

Swallowing back his sickness, Harry reached out in a panic to grab Lucius's face. He hesitated for a moment, then squeezed his eyes shut and kissed him. Lucius wasted no time in wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer. He was going to be sick. He choked and pulled away, gasping for air as he clutched Lucius's arms. Lucius chuckled and began kissing his neck, running those hands over his body once more. It didn't feel so nice this time. Not now that he knew whose hands they were.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll make it good for you…I'll even go as far as to say I believe you're getting the better end of the deal here," Lucius murmured, licking his ear. "But I don't mind."

Just think of Severus, he encouraged himself. Imagine you're with him.

It was impossible.

It was too different. He didn't smell like Severus. Didn't touch him like Severus. Didn't taste like Severus. Didn't sound like Severus.

He would much rather rip out his own innards than have Lucius touch him anymore.

Harry thought of Hermione. It wasn't hard to do. He could hear her screams from here now. She needed him. He had to save her. But what if they ran out of time? What if Lucius just fucked him until everyone was dead anyway? That thought almost made him pull away. Fighting was wasting more time than giving in. He had already done all he could. He had tried bargaining, tried fighting, tried forcing his way out, and even tried house elves.

Maybe if he called them now…

No. He couldn't risk it.

Lucius guided him down to his knees and Harry let him. He wanted to scream that he wanted to get this over with, but hopefully he could get this going faster. Bracing himself, Harry reached out to take Lucius's cock, trying to think of anything else but the fact that he was stroking and sucking it. It was a bit harder when Lucius grabbed his head and forced himself all the way down Harry's throat, causing him to cough and choke and punch at his legs until Lucius let up and pulled himself out. Harry fell to the floor, couching and spitting the taste of the man's precum from his mouth. His stomach twisted furiously and he cringed at the pain.

"Sorry. I get a bit carried away…You cannot believe how absolutely glorious you looked, my little slut…with my cock sliding in and out of that delicious mouth of yours," Lucius purred. "Here. Let me make it up to you."

Harry didn't want him to. He let himself be flipped back over, throwing his arm across his face as Lucius lowered his mouth to his flaccid prick. No amount of prodding or licking got him very interested, though the half hard state he did manage made him hate himself even more. He willed his cock to go down. He didn't want to enjoy this. This was disgusting! The worst thing he had ever done. Just let it be over soon.

Lucius didn't bother there long. Fear gripped him as Lucius brought him to the bed, arranging him onto his hands and knees. Harry took in deep breaths, counting in his head in the desperation to have something else to focus on as Lucius prepared him gently, one finger at a time, stretching him…He thought of numbers, of the alphabet, what random spells did in Transfiguration and Charms. Maybe he could try to think of where to look for more Horcruxes…

His fists clenched around the bedspread as he felt the blunt head of Lucius's cock press against his entrance. His entire body tensed as he panicked. No. No, no, no, no, no he couldn't do this. Couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want this. Lucius stroked his hips and thighs with obscene gentleness. "Shhh…Relax. You'll enjoy this."

Harry bit his lip, willing his body to relax. It was only going to hurt more if he didn't. It felt more like a betrayal to let it be easy. To enjoy it. Harry cried out in pain as the strange cock breached him, slowly pressing into him while Lucius murmured words of encouragement, kissing his back softly. Why was he being so nice? Why was he doing this?

The whole thing was the single worst experience of Harry's life. He tried his hardest to focus on anything else but what was happening to him. True to his word, Lucius was easy with him. Those hands roamed all over his body, stroked his cock to full hardness, pressed against his prostate, kissed and licked him until he came. He collapsed against the mattress when he did, clinging to the sheets for dear life while he bit his tongue to keep from screaming out in agony that wasn't quite physical. Now that his pleasure was gone, he was all the more aware of Lucius, of the feel of his cock pressing in and out of him, of the man's panting, of his groaning, of every little thing he did. He lasted for several minutes after Harry who wanted to scream at him to hurry it up.

When biting his tongue didn't seem to hurt enough anymore, he bit his lip, moving his arms across his chest to dig his nails into the opposite arms. Tears stung his eyes, but he blinked them back and willed them to stay where they were. "Such a good little whore…so beautiful…good slut…oooh so tight…yes…Merlin," Lucius groaned. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Lucius stiffened and came deep inside of him with a drawn out moan.

His stomach could hardly control itself when Lucius's soft cock slid out of him and he felt the man's essence sliding out of his arse and down his thighs. He pushed himself up weakly onto his arms and barley moved at all before he was losing the contents of his stomach. Lucius wrinkled his nose and flicked his wand so that the mess disappeared once Harry seemed to be done and laid breathing deeply on the bed.

"I'm afraid I can't let you have your wand," Lucius said, redressing himself. "I can't even let you go, as the Dark Lord would surely have my head for such a thing. But feel free to rescue your friends by any other mean you see fit."

He smirked and walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

Harry trembled. His heart felt as though it had shattered while the rest of his body seemed to be ripping itself to shreds. Tears began to slide down his face as he pushed himself out of bed, stumbling back into a wall.

He hated himself.

He hated Lucius. He hated Voldemort. He hated everything. But most of all, he hated himself.

As he sank to the floor, digging his hands into his hair, he screamed as loud as he could.

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"What was that?" Draco asked, turning towards the staircase as his father entered. Bellatrix was still questioning Hermione and Griphook about the sword. Thank Merlin, the damned goblin was lying, per request.

"Mr. Potter was not very pleased with his punishment," Lucius remarked, rolling his eyes.

Draco froze much as he did when he realized Hermione was here.

"What did you do to him?" Narcissa asked.

"Oh…No worse than I do with Draco," Lucius replied, winking at his son.

No one else seemed to notice.

"Really? Goodness, I hate to imagine how pampered he was at home if that has him wailing," Narcissa sighed, shaking her head. "No offense, my darling, but we were always so easy on you."

"Very gentle," Lucius murmured quietly.

Draco swayed on his feet. He was going to be sick.

"DOBBY! KREACHER!"

"Dobby?" Narcissa repeated, sitting up straight and looking around in alarm. There was a loud sound pounding down the staircase, then two familiar loud pops.

"Kreacher, go find the others and take them back home. Now!" Harry Potter commanded as he stormed into the room. His glasses were askew and his clothes were wrinkled and looked as though he had yanked them on as fast as he could. His trousers weren't even zipped, though they were buttoned, and his jumper was inside out.

"My wand," Harry growled.

"I think not, Mr. Potter," Lucius scoffed. "Did you really think—"

"Expelliarmus!" Draco shouted before he had time to think about it. Both his father's wand and Harry's wand flew into his hand and he tossed Harry his wand. Lucius turned to glare at his son. "Draco," he hissed while Harry aimed his wand at him. "Stupefy!"

"Time to call the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix hissed, pressing her finger to her Dark Mark. "He won't be pleased with you, Draco. But we will be rewarded."

"Lucius! Draco, what have you done?" wailed Narcissa.

"Leaving, Mother!" Draco said. Greyback grinned and reached out for Hermione.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" shouted Draco and Harry at once. "Stupefy!" they both shouted at once. Greyback flew across the room. At the same time, Bellatrix raised her own wand to Draco. "Crucio!" she screamed and as he cried out in excruciating pain, she turned her wand to Harry.

"YOU WILL NOT HARM HARRY POTTER!"

"LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"DRACO, HOW COULD YOU?"

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"THE DARK LORD WILL BE HERE SOON! YOU WILL MEET YOUR END BEFORE LONG!"

"TAKE THAT! AND THAT!"

"GREYBACK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"DON'T TOUCH HER!"

The next several minutes were a blur of loud screams and bright flashes of light. Lucius Malfoy recovered enough to join in again, though Narcissa was quickly taken out by Harry and lay unconscious on the floor. Lucius used his wife's wand to disarm Harry, but Dobby grabbed it and returned it to its owner. Hermione could barley move and Fenrir tried several times to take off with her. Harry found his concentration harder to continue as he heard Voldemort's voice in his head, scenes flashing in front of his eyes as Voldemort killed someone else and realized he was being called. He was on his way.

"DOBBY GET THE SWORD!"

"GET AWAY FROM IT, YOU BEAST!"

"LEAVE MY SON ALONE! BELLA NO!"

"HE'S NO SON OF OURS, NARCISSA!"

"HE'S MY BABY!"

"THEY'RE GETTING AWAY! SOMEONE GRAB HIM!"

"DOBBY! GET US OUT OF HERE!"

Harry grabbed hold of Hermione and reached out to grab Draco's arm, then motioned for Draco to take Griphook. Draco didn't look very pleased about this, but reached out to hold the goblin anyway as Dobby took hold of them. Three wands were aimed at them, three voices ringing out different curses, while Bellatrix used her free hand to throw a dagger their way as Dobby Disapparated with them.

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