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A Winter's Reprieve	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author:enchanted nightingale

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Disclaimer: The characters from Harry Potter books do not belong to me. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

Chapter 8 - Resolution

Rabastan realized quickly that he had taken the right path when he reached the alley. He expertly manoeuvred around the Aurors and his fellow Death eaters, intending to see for himself whether Harry was truly in this graveyard of a village. Seeing the familiar form of the teen pale and haggard, with smoke and blood spatters on his robes staring at the opposite wall even as he tried to stay upright, Rabastan grew worried. He moved closer to the teen, deeper in the alley and away from the smoke that clouded over the square.

He saw them almost immediately, the Wanted Posters. They were everywhere these days. It was a miracle that Harry had not come across them earlier really. Somehow, Rabastan could no longer feel anything. Not dread, about Harry's imminent reaction, not fear, for the exact same reason, no regret. Well, perhaps some regret that their time had been so short. The younger wizard's name came from his lips before he could stop it.

"Harry."

The teen stiffened.

Rabastan swallowed hard. "Harry, look at me."

"Rabastan?"

His ears were buzzing and he almost missed his name being whispered but somehow it reached him.

"Yes?"

The teen leaned back against the wall, wand clutched tight in his pale hands. Those stunning and uniquely green eyes rested on him and Rabastan could not move or look away.

"It's a lie, right? Some sort of a joke? A sick joke?"

"Harry…"

"Tell me it's all a lie!" Harry yelled.

"Do you want me to lie to you?" Rabastan challenged him. He would lie if the teen wished so, he would.

"Why are you here, in this town?"

"You know why. It's the same reason as to why I wear these robes," Rabastan replied with a strange detachment in his voice. He was walking again. Two strides and he was only a hand's reach away from Harry. "It's the same reason I have this on me." and without another word he pulled his sleeve back and revealed the Dark Mark that had been branded on his skin the very night he graduated from Hogwarts.

Harry eyed the dreaded tattoo almost listlessly, certainly without the usual fear that people showed. Then he shut his eyes.

"It can't be," he whispered. "It's all in my head."

He opened his eyes. The tattoo was still there. Rabastan still wore a Death Eater's robes. The Wanted Poster still hung from that wall.

"Harry…"

"Don't…"

Rabastan felt his throat tightening, almost choking him.

"For what it's worth…"

"LESTRANGE!"

Rabastan looked up and saw Alecto Carrow striding towards him. Her robes were billowing, her hair a mess. She sported numerous cuts and smudges on her once strikingly beautiful face but now she looked almost as insane as his sister in law.

"Lestrange! There you are you bastard! The Aurors are … well, look here! What do you have? Is that Potter?" the witch almost clapped her hands with glee. "Yes! That is Potter! You dog you!"

Harry did not even pay her any mind.

"Potter! Oh! The Dark Lord is going to be so proud! What did you do to him? Did you pick any tricks from Bella?"

Rabastan felt bile at the mere sight of her glee. The way she thought of him capable of actually torturing Harry, his Harry, to insanity… He had not planned on doing anything, he truly had not. But when she reached to grab the distraught teen, Rabastan reacted, almost out of instinct.

"Sectumsempra!"

The curse left his lips and slashed the witch from neck to lower back. She had time to scream in pain. She had time to turn around and stare at him with shock. She had time to realize what he had done. She also saw him step over her crumpled form and pull the almost catatonic teen to his embrace and place a soft kiss atop his head. She had time to see him gather the teen close and Apparating both of them out of there. She had time to hear the Aurors approach and realize exactly who she was.

After that Alecto died.

Apparation was noisy and the two men stumbled in the empty house, miles away from that dreadful alley.

The abandoned Lestrange Manor had been the first destination that came to Rabastan's mind when he had pulled Harry away from that place. His ancestral home had fallen into ruin after the last two males of the family went to Azkaban. The Ministry had been unable to seize and sell the property as the Manor accepted only those with direct Lestrange blood as masters. They had arrived in the main sitting room, which was a mess, furniture covered with sheets, a thick layer of dust around, no house elf on the property.

Harry almost fell to his knees, but in the last minute gained his equilibrium and managed to stand on his own two feet. The feeling of nausea remained and then suffocation settled on him. Harry felt like he was being smothered. He was trying to breathe but it seemed like the air was knocked out of his lungs and that his chest was caving in. the only thought that kept echoing through his head was repeating the word 'No'. This could not be happening to him.

The older wizard had also recovered from the bad Apparation. His first move was to light up the candles in the room with his wand lest either of them fell on anything. His next was to try and gain his lover's attention.

"Harry," Rabastan tried.

"No, no, no…" the teen kept repeating under his breath. Even standing as he was, he seemed to curl into himself. All the colour was gone from his face and looked ready to collapse. Rabastan reached out toward him but Harry violently slapped his hands away.

"Don't… No! This isn't happening," the younger of the two whispered.

Rabastan hated how broken his young lover sounded.

"Harry I…"

"No! You hurt Neville's parents! You have killed people! Oh, gods what have I done!"

"Harry, let me explain!"

Emerald eyed narrowed with rage. "Explain what?" he hissed.

Rabastan reached out again and caught Harry's shoulders. The teen struggled to shake him off but Rabastan would not let up on his grip.

"Harry, I never meant to hurt you," Rabastan told him. The young Gryffindor would not listen. He kept struggling to get away, hitting the older wizard's chest to get the other man to let him go. Rabastan braved the hits and kept attempting to calm the teen down. He tried to keep his voice even but he had none of his usual composure and his voice had lost its strength. The struggle continued.

"Harry, I would never hurt you," Rabastan's voice was soothing. "Never you, not even when I found who you really were during those summer weeks. I couldn't. I liked that shy and sensual boy I met that night in that Parisian club. I enjoyed our time together, your laugh, our talks; your body. You have been the only thing in my life since Azkaban and even before my life went to hell."

"No! You… shut up! Don't talk to me!"

"You need to listen!"

"I don't!" Harry insisted. "Let me go."

Rabastan caged the teen in his embrace and with one hand he seized Harry's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. He half wished he had not done that. Those green orbs held so much hurt. He hated doing that.

"My Harry," he whispered. "I'm sorry, so sorry. Please forgive me. Please?" he whispered pleadingly against those soft lips. He gently kissed him, hating how the youth tensed and jerked away from him. Rabastan held Harry as still as he could and kissed him desperately. Harry tried to twist out of the older wizard's hold again but Rabastan insisted. The green eyed youth shut his eyes tightly, tears escaping his closed lids. Rabastan did not let up on his assault, growing more aggressive while his lover's seized and the teen felt almost apathetic.

"Harry," he begged.

Rabastan kept repeating the young Gryffindor's name as he plastered kisses on the teen's lips and face. He backed Harry against the nearest wall and inwardly pleaded to the deities that his loved one would respond in any way, slap him, curse him; anything was better than this apathy. Rabastan retrieved his hands from around Harry's waist and raised them to touch the teen's collar, slowly caressing his collarbone and carefully starting to unbutton the shirt.

Green eyes opened wide and the Death Eater held their gaze.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I won't lose you," Rabastan told him. "I refuse to lose you."

"Stop this," came the whispered reply.

"I can't. I don't want to leave you," Rabastan whispered back. It was just for the two of them, this talk, even though there was no other soul in the abandoned house. "You're mine, my Harry. All mine. Don't ask me to let go, to leave you alone. I cannot. I'm weak like that."

A sob broke from Harry's throat and Rabastan's hands stilled.

"Harry?" he sounded pained as he called the youth's name.

The Gryffindor shook his head and even as his tears fell, Harry stood on the tips of his toes and gently brushed his lips against Rabastan's. The Death Eater responded immediately, hugging the slimmer body to his and returning the kiss heatedly.

"I'm not letting you go for no one and nothing in this world," Rabastan stated.

Harry studied his lover's face, one hand clutching the black Death Eater's robes, the other tracing that pale, aristocratic face. He kissed the other man again, this time with more force and Rabastan returned it with matching heat and furore. Hands traced clothed bodies and soon robes fell on the floors, shoes, pants and shirts following. The two men were desperate to touch as much of each other as possible. When they were skin to skin Rabastan felt such relief, it was impossible to describe. His hands were on Harry's hips now, gripping the teen's slim waist as hard as possible, wanting proof that the youth was still with him. Reaching down he kissed his way down to the young wizard's chest, biting and kissing the skin alternately. Harry's hands sought him out, grasping him close as the green eyed teen marked his lover's body. They stumbled to the floor, Rabastan's frame covering Harry's smaller one completely. He held the teens gaze the whole time as he, neither wanting to let the other out of their sight.

Harry held onto the other man, fearing he would disappear. His mind was screaming at him to back out. He logically knew that if he really did not want this Rabastan would stop. He truly believed the older wizard when he said that he truly wanted and cared for him. Even being a Death eater had not turned him off about him, like it would have happened with most of Voldemort's followers. His conscience was niggling at him about the wrongness of this act. Here Harry was, completely naked and in the tender mercy of a man who had been a killer, convicted for numerous crimes, the same man who had ruined his best friend's life. And yet all Harry wanted was to feel more of Rabastan, get closer to this man who had showed him what love and lust were, worshiped him for days and nights on end, him Harry, not the bloody Boy-Who-Lived.

"One word from you," Rabastan whispered. "Just one and I'll stop," he told him even though his face betrayed the strain he was under even as he uttered those words.

Harry offered a tender smile and urged him on.

Rabastan was a desperate man then. Kissed Harry again, using his tongue to drive the teen crazy while he stirred them both towards the nearest couch. Rabastan sat down and pulled Harry on his lap, the younger wizard facing the same direction as him. Rabastan continued kissing Harry while he used his fingers to prepare the teen. Harry was squirming in his lap, moaning in his mouth. The teen's arm was bent at an awkward angle so that he could hold onto his lover. It seemed that neither man could keep their hands to themselves.

"Harry…"

"Un…"

Rabastan whispered a spell Harry had became more familiar with than the 'Expelliarmus' and the teen felt as his lover teased his entrance.

"Ugh, don't tease!"

The pureblood chuckled. He entered his younger lover easily and stilled a bit, enjoying Harry's mewls of pleasure that turned into whines for more. Rabastan wrapped his right hand over Harry's hard member and started pumping while with the other he held onto the teen. Harry was soon panting. The pleasure was mounting and he wanted nothing more than to find release when he felt Rabastan suddenly slide out.

"N-no…" Harry protested.

"Sh," the other man whispered. He pushed Harry down on the couch, one arm wrapped around Harry's back and neck and the other holding onto one of the teen's silky thighs. Their eyes met and Rabastan perched between the teen's spread legs before sliding back inside Harry. The green eyed wizard's breath hitched.

"I want to see your face tonight," Rabastan told him. He started thrusting slowly into Harry.

"Okay," Harry whispered. He too kept his eyes on his lover.

"I want…" Rabastan's breath caught a bit, and he rested his head against Harry's for a bit.

"I know."

Harry's body clenched around him and Rabastan shuddered.

"You are mine," the Death Eater whispered.

"Yours," Harry agreed.

Rabastan continued moving above Harry until his body reached his limit. Harry came first and Rabastan followed soon after, falling tiredly atop of him. For a while their mingled breaths and the cracking of the couch were the only sounds in the room. After he regained his breath, the older of the two moved to his side, throwing a leg over Harry and resting his head on his love's slim shoulder.

"Rabastan?"

"Hm?"

The teen took a deep breath and then let it out, ruffling Rabastan's hair. The older wizard understood as he lay so close to the Boy-Who-Lived that the younger man probably had a million questions for him, all at the tip of his tongue. The hurt and sadness was there, all he had to do was look into those uniquely green eyes. But Rabastan wanted for that night at least to pretend that he was just another wizard in love, no war, no politics to bother him, just them.

Rabastan felt Harry shiver and was tempted to just throw the sheet over them so they could at least nap. But all his rational thoughts were followed by the reminder that this could very well be their last night. It would not be like summer, when they had parted their ways thinking almost nothing of it. This time it would not simply be over. It also meant that the next time they saw each other could easily mean the death of either one of them.

That grim and macabre thought spurred Rabastan on. He kissed Harry's shoulder slowly, then he used his teeth to mark the spot.

"Hey," the teen whispered drowsily. "Are you marking me?"

Rabastan kissed him on the lips. "Again," he told Harry as he pressed closer to the teen. "I want you again."

Harry nodded, understanding shining in his eyes. He pulled Rabastan to him and kissed him as he slowly started grinding his hips against the older wizard's body. There was no time for questions or any more talking, explanations or regret.

"Harry…"

"Don't say it."

"I…" he really wanted to tell his feelings openly.

"I know." Green eyes were glistening with tears. "Just don't."

Rabastan nodded.

It would hurt too much if the words were said, they would be more permanent then and it would be futile. Rabastan tried to chase away any dark thoughts. For now it was just him and Harry. They had that night at least and till the sun rose they would stay together. After that he would wallow in his feelings for as long as he wished. Now, he would say goodbye to the only person he had ever fallen in love with, and probably the last.

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