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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~
BAFan - Thanks. I can't wait to finally write that chapter, it's awesome in my head though :D
Djaddict - than you for the nitpicky stuff... I have changed it and will post the re-edited chapters after this... I tend to read the whole story over and over before posting a chapter, just for the 'feel right' thing. Draco will become more than a temptation... soon..Hope you like this chapter.
Meechypoo - Thank you, yes if everything goes well...Harry and Draco in this story, is one where they both take certain roles and it rotates during thier relationship who the strong one is and when. I really want their relationship to be the beautiful dance that I have always imagined them to be.
Thrnbrooke - Thanks! Hope you like this one too.
This chapter was much shorter when I started it... and well some very interesting things just sort of happened, Sometimes it's my fingers writing not just my mind... Hope you like it...I really enjoy where this is going.
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Chapter 8 - Fate’s Demons
After the Weasley’s had left, Dumbledore sent Hermione back to the dorms to inform Ron and Ginny what had happened. The headmaster made it clear he had more to discuss with Harry alone.
“I have located the Gaunt house, it was a wreck and warded tightly, but I have not tried to get into it. I did not touch anything as you requested, so you and I will have to go together to search it.” Albus stated.
Harry nodded, “You will understand why when we go, but I must get your solemn vow, that no matter what we find there, you will touch nothing, leave me to hold what needs to be held, and contain what needs to be destroyed. Temptation must not overcome.”
Albus’ eyes were full of concern and questions, his brow was creased with tension. Looking at this young man before him, there was a clarity that was shining out of those emerald eyes. A clarity and wisdom that Albus had only hoped of possessing at his current age. As hard as it was to have lived so long with so many depended on him for wisdom, guidance and strength, he knew he was looking at a younger, but more powerful beacon of hope. There was a solemnity in that moment, a certainty that this boy, now a man, would actually be the guide that their world needed. He felt as if his time was passing.
Harry noticed the sobriety in the headmaster’s gaze. He put his hand on the older man’s arm. Albus just looked down, a bit of that twinkle was dulled, but it was still there.
“I offer you my word, Harry.” Albus spoke firmly yet with quite assurance.
“Sir, you have protected me since I was born. Not always to my liking, and we all make mistakes. This is just one of those mistakes, I intend to fix, as it had more consequences than I would have liked.” Harry spoke softly.
Albus patted Harry’s arm, “Never fear, I get lost to my own sentiment sometimes. The tragedy of living for so long.”
Harry could relate, though he had only lived a short period in his vision, coming back made it feel like an eternity. An eternity ago, and an eternity to reach. Part of him rejected it, this thing ..he was human. He could bleed, he could cry, he could hurt… He could be human today as he was yesterday, but he expected that now… this thing… was driving him to be more… against his will.
They decided to meet up on Friday, just after Harry’s last defense club meeting before the holidays. Everyone would be leaving on Saturday for the holidays. With any luck they would return before midnight.
That made Harry smile, he had talked to Sirius, the man was disgruntled, but had allowed the Malfoy’s presence for Christmas and the invitation for Professor Snape. His smile faded on his way towards Gryffindor tower, how would he tell Ron about Draco. In his mind he replayed how Ron acted during the whole Tri-wizard tournament issues. He was rash, and it would take years for Ron to mellow under Hermione's watch.
The redhead in question was waiting for him, in the common room... Evidently Hermione had told him about his father. How was he to break his other news to his best friend.
“Ron, …” Harry spoke with a chagrin.
Ron stood up and crossed the floor and hugged him almost viciously. Harry embraced his friend, and understood this was his thanks. When Ron let go, Harry motioned for them to sit. They sat on one of the couches closest to the fire. Hermione also joined them. Harry stood to cast the impervious privacy charm as the other two looked on.
Harry looked at Ron first, trying to summon his courage. He figured he would start from the beginning. “You remember a few months ago when I said I had talked to Mrs. Malfoy to get them on our side? There was something that happened afterwards, that changed my opinion of Draco, and was the reason I befriended him.”
“Yeah, you said it had something to do with how he turned out in your vision right?” Ron asked.
“Sort of Ron, I wasn’t lying about how he was in my vision. But there is more, I have only been discovering it myself...How do I say this...” Harry’s voice cracked a bit...
“You're in love, mate, if that’s what you are trying to say...”Ron asserted.
Harry and Hermione’s mouth both fell open.
“What you two think I’m blind? I know how I look at Hermione and how she looks at me. You and Draco look at each other the same way.” Ron stated taking hold of Hermione’s hand.
“I’m not in love…”Harry tried to say with conviction, but Ron’s eyebrow went up.
“You're must be in denial then, like I was. Hey, the quicker you figure it out the happier you will be, just look at me and Hermione.” Ron gestured between the two and blushed as she gave him a look.
“You ok with this?” Harry asked, looking down.
“Mate, If anything, I have learned that being your friend comes with trouble, surprises and a whole lot of messes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Ron stated with conviction.
Hermione beamed with pride next to him, though still managing to throw Harry a look of caution. Harry just pulled the boy up for another bear hug and ignored her. She would have to get over it in her own time. Ron was just constantly surprising him, becoming the man he was in Harry’s vision quicker than anticipated. Harry smiled to himself.
After their chat, Harry reminded them about the defense club that evening, and he left to go change and get ready. He had to prepare the room. They had only this night and Friday, for the defense classes before the holidays. He would make the best of their time before they left.
Inside the Room of Requirements, Harry added a few more protection charms, this was an important lesson and he wouldn’t have any surprises.
Draco was again the first to arrive. His eyes burned into Harry’s, and they closed the distance between each other quickly. Harry’s green eyes could not seem to get enough of the blond in front of him. He needed to be in control for this class, and the teachers would be arriving soon. Harry only allowed himself a quick searing kiss, pulling Draco flush with one hand around his waist and the other sheltering that angelic face between his fingers. His lips captured heaven. Everything in him did not want to let go, but he did. Draco’s eyes were shining up at him when he let go.
“Meet with me on Thursday night, after curfew?” Harry asked.
“Where?” Draco asked still breathless from their kiss.
“Where we met each other for real.” Harry said, and smiled at the dawning of understanding that crossed Draco’s features.
Harry stepped back as he felt the Headmaster arrive followed quickly by Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sinistra, Professor Vector and Professor Flitwick. Harry took that in, he was not used to so many of the staff attending his training sessions. The other students looked wary as well when they started to arrive.
Harry decided to put it out of his head and just continue with his plans. He split them up into three groups, and lined them up to start them working with a tri-volley of disarming charms, stunners, and the sonabona charm. They all had to take turns casting against the provided mechanical death eaters. When Harry was satisfied with their speed, he started to instruct on the Reduccio charm.
“When used, it will reduce and summon whatever you are aiming at. It works on people and objects. It is an excellent offense for capture. Don’t forget to stun afterwards though, they will still be capable of casting once they have shaken the effects of the charm, which makes them disoriented for only a few seconds.” Harry explained. He aimed at one of the mechanical death eaters and performed the wand movement with three quick slashes and then a flick and the mechanical death eater was in his palm.
For the next few minutes they all practiced the wand movements and then he moved them towards the mechanical death eaters, they were to use all the spells they had, but include their newest one. He wasn’t surprised to find that Ginny was one of the first to pick it up. That made him smile, she did have a hand in inventing it after all. He would find a way to give her credit.
He let them practice for a little bit more and was watching the teachers who paired up to practice the new spell as well.
After half an hour he called a halt, and started the instruction for the next spell.
“This next spell is similar to a rather nasty and deadly curse. The only difference is this spell is not deadly. Sectumtempus is a cutting curse, that cuts the skin, but does not cut deep. It cuts enough for the nerves to feel the sting of pain in various places, but not enough to bleed out.” Harry instructed, but his eyes were flicked to Professor Snape who had noted something in Harry’s tone.
“The Sonabona can counter this spell as well as it’s more dangerous parent spell.” Harry’s eyes darted to Draco for a brief moment, feeling guilt creep in. Severus saw that too, but it was quickly pushed away and Harry’s calm face was once again in place.
Severus understood when he saw the wand movements, and heard Harry cast the curse towards the mechanical death eater. Slight gashes crisscrossed the wood of the mechanical death eater. Harry didn’t name the parent curse for a reason. The same reason Severus would not teach it to anyone either and why he had removed that reference from the book before letting his classes use them. Harry must have been acquainted with it.
The teachers practiced first, and then supervised the students, repairing the mechanical death eaters after each successful casting.
The last half hour Harry had the groups do more relays. First group practiced defensive spells, the next would do offensive, the third would do a mix, and then the students rotated so everyone got to rotate through each type of casting.
Harry had drilled them all well, and he was proud of everyone. He felt they were prepared for the holidays.
“Next Friday we will work on the most difficult issue facing wizards and witches today. Don’t worry if you don’t master it, you have an arsenal that most Death Eaters and Dark Wizards will find challenging. Friday, we work on imperious resistance.” Harry announced.
The teachers looked to Dumbledore, who nodded solemnly. The students left, exhausted and tired. Draco cast a glance towards Harry, whose stomach turned into a flock of butterflies when their eyes met. Harry smiled and watched him disappear.
“Do you really think they are ready for the Imperious Albus?” Professor McGonagall questioned.
Albus looked to Harry. The determined set of Harry’s jaw was all he needed. There would be no moving Harry from his course when he has set his mind firm. If this was not needed, Harry would never have proposed it. It was Harry that answered.
“The Imperious is one of the most influential curses known. This is the most dangerous for our side. Voldemort won’t see children, he will see tools and easy prey. Using children to inflict pain and damage is not below him. They have to be able to resist and defend if necessary.” Harry explained, his will was implacable. Harry’s voice was lined with steel, and Severus heard the challenge.
Albus nodded, “Harry is right. Even though we are well versed in fighting, we would do well to attend this class as well, I will make it a mandatory Order attendance. I think we will all benefit from this particular lesson.”
Minerva nodded and accepted the Headmaster’s decision. She was still finding it hard to defer to Harry’s wisdom, though sound as it may seem. When the staff started to leave, Severus stayed behind. He sensed something amiss, and he would dig it out.
“Harry, did you modify my spell?”
Harry looked up at Severus, eyes full of guilt, haunted eyes. He nodded quietly.
“Show me.” Severus whispered, putting a calming hand on Harry’s arm.
Harry opened his mind, and Severus slipped in and walked towards the wall. Harry moved to dark brick, he touched it gently but reluctantly.
Draco Malfoy was leaning over the sink in a bathroom, his face streaked with tears. Harry confronted him, and the two faced off sending curses at each other. Severus’ own curse left Harry’s lips and Draco was on the floor, bleeding, dying. Severus saw himself rush in and save Draco, but Harry’s guilt was a bitter taste in his mouth seeping through the memory. The condemnation in his eyes towards Harry would have been expected, since he had always jumped to conclusions about Harry. But he could feel the sting even more powerful in Harry’s memory.
The next moment they were back in the Room of Requirement. Harry had tears silently trickling down his face. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, and now that I know him better, I am even more ashamed of myself. I saw Voldemort in myself that day. I saw anger, the willingness to inflict pain without consequence. I hated myself in that moment, and finally felt compassion towards Draco. In that moment I hated myself more than I had ever hated him.”
Severus patted the boys back, offering as much comfort as he was able.
“It may have happened then, but you know better now, you have grown. You are better than that. Don’t be haunted by what might be, change what you can.” Severus advised.
“I love him, Professor. How you felt, when you came to Dumbledore that day, after you found out Voldemort had decided to kill my parents over the prophecy. I felt that today. I can’t distinguish between what I did in a vision that feels like a memory and the reality that it has not happened yet.” Harry whispered, tears continued to fall unbidden down his face.
Severus clenched his teeth, if the boy was feeling even half the guilt he had lived with for so many years, the pain would be unbearable. They both had to find a way to let go. He saw it now, guilt was a prison he had built for himself, and it was not just an emotion. He had been living for so long with this guilt he could not see it clearly from within. It took Harry’s light to show him the prison he had banished himself to.
“We have to find the key to release ourselves from this prison Harry.” Severus spoke softly, reaching and pulling Harry to sit down next to him. “You can’t live like I have, keeping myself away from other’s out of fear of hurting them some way.”
Harry looked up at him hope burned in those eyes.
“Let me show you my homework…” Severus bit out the last word, “and maybe together we can find our balance, and banish our ghosts.”
Harry breathed in deep, closing his eyes, waiting for the touch from Snape showing he was ready. Harry felt it on his arm, and Harry entered into Snape's mind.
“I wrote out my small list, but I think it is better to show you. Some you have already seen, but others I feel you might benefit from as well. I loved your mother, and part of that was wanting to see her happy.” Severus walked Harry over to a particular brick, it was happy, but only just.
Severus touched it gently.
The desk was a dull brown in the memory, and most of the scene in the scant room was a brown/greyish color. The parchment lying on the desk was a bright, full color and detail, no fading edges. The script was soft and beautiful.
Dear Severus,
I wish we could go back to the friends we used to be. There was so much hope and light inside you. If I could bring that back to you I would. James makes me happy, there is nothing like this out there for me except in him. I know you will find your happiness one day. If you had chosen different, I would invite you to our wedding. Though you are part of that madman’s group, I want you to know, I will always love you as my first best friend. Live well.
Lily
Severus raged at the nearest object, tossing it into the wall and watching it shatter like his own heart was doing.
Severus tapped another bright brick.
The certificate was displayed in a beautiful frame. the award of Potions Master to Severus Snape.
And another…
The cauldron was boiling and the sensation of accomplishment of brewing the perfect potion.
Brick after brick, there it was. Snape’s happiness: brewing, Lily, a student finally getting a potion right, Dumbledore’s approval, Harry’s acceptance of him, quiet tea by the fire, a good book…
Severus stopped at the brightest of all the memories… he hesitated and looked over towards Harry who smiled a little at him.
Severus only touched a portion of the brick, like Harry had shown him in a previous session, so only the part he wanted played out. It was Sirius’ words to him before he had left him the last time.
Harry pulled out of Snape’s mind then, and gazed up at his Professor, he understood the implications of the journey. Snape was ready to move on, and share with others or at least him for now. He was ready for the journey, ready to reach for something outside of his own self-built prison.
Severus opened his eyes, wondering what Harry would say, would he be disgusted, disappointed, accepting? His eyes met green mired in mirth...
“Sirius wanted you to be invited over for the Christmas holidays, if you're not too busy.” Harry smiled as he extended the invitation. “I think you can do more ‘homework’ and build more happy memories. We do have tea, biscuits and lots of good books.”
“You promised no teasing, Mr. Potter.” Severus reprimanded, but with a soft understanding smile
“I’m not teasing…” Harry asserted with a grin, “Only telling the truth, we do keep tea and biscuits. So will you come?”
“I have no other scheduled plans. I see no reason I could not accept.” Severus conceded.
“Now what about you, Harry, what do you plan to do to move on and free yourself?” Severus continued, he would not have Harry become like him; Bitter and alone.
“I’m not sure, but maybe showing Draco some things that concern him, like I did with you, will help. Mending fences with truth, for me at least, has seemed to ease some of the burdens. But I have many burdens, and more fences to mend, more guilt to overcome. I will just have to take it one moment at a time, and move forward. You were one of my biggest mistakes, and I’m still working to fix all my mistakes.” Harry confessed.
“You and I both were at fault, we will work together.” Severus said and patted Harry’s shoulder. They were getting better at this, and Severus was starting to actually feel happy. They could be the balance that each other needed, Harry was the key to his prison door, and Severus was Harry’s. He would do what he could to help Harry, and in turn, let Harry help him. They could pull each other out of their guilt prison.
Harry and Severus left the Room of Requirements through the door leading to the corridor. They were immediately met with a very disgruntled looking Professor Umbridge. Harry had a bad feeling about this encounter, and something inside him clicked into place.
“Just what are you up to Harry, I know you are doing something with students, I just don’t know what. I won’t let you continue to play the power role, you may know some interesting spells, but I just can’t stomach a student trying to lead against the ministry and its decrees. You need to come with me and we will have a private chat.” Her almost pig face was a mask of pure disgust.
Harry glanced back to Snape, “I’ll go with her, you have the headmaster meet us in her office.”
Harry’s gaze was green fire, his spine was straight as steel, and there was coldness in his tone. Severus felt the change, he was not happy to leave the boy with the witch, but he had a feeling the witch was in more danger than Harry. Severus left and went towards the headmaster’s office.
Harry followed Professor Umbridge to her office. The pink charmed walls, plates depicting multiple types of cats on the wall gave the room a creepy feeling despite the try at a homey feel.
“Your wand Harry.” She demanded her hand out. Harry handed her his wand, his smile not leaving his face. “Big mistake Dolores.”
Her smug look did not fade, “I have your wand so I don’t think you're one to talk, and it’s Professor Umbridge.” Her voice wavered.
“I warned you,” Harry spoke so softly his voice making a chill crawl up her spine.
Inside Harry’s mind a voice whispered to him. It was a wise voice, old yet still strong. Show her your power Augur Potter, your fingertips to her temple. You will see what she sees.
Harry felt a connection to the voice, it was subtle, like a single thread binding him through time and space to something he could not see. Harry looked out the window, the moon was almost full. The Winter solstice was only a few days away… Dawning of understanding came over him, washing him with the beauty of peace and serenity. His training was starting early. The fire within him roared for release.
Harry stepped back, her eyes narrowing, Harry quickly raised his hands and bound her once again. Evidently she did not remember he had done that without his wand the first time. Her eyes were wide and angry. Fear crept in them as he approached her slowly. Raising his hands on either side of her face. His fingertips closed together and hovered just over her temples.
“You will see, Dolores,” Harry said as his fingertips touched her. Harry’s jaw set in a firm line.
The headmaster and Snape had arrived shortly afterwards and Dumbledore had to hold Snape back. The Potions master did not understand what was going on. Professor Umbridge seemed to be in some sort of painful trance. Her eyes not leaving Harry’s, and Harry’s eyes had lost their green, they were pitch black. Dumbledore understood something out of the ordinary was happening. Something beyond their interference.
As soon as Harry’s fingers touched her temple, images started passing from his mind to hers, every encounter, every memory from the trials, her sentencing, every death caused by her, all the pain she had caused others, every triumph she thought she had won now broke in front of her, her true form: black, withered and decrepit... a monster. Then came the hope, the image of what she could be, soft, caring, considerate, selfless...
Dolores was transfixed on the images flooding through her mind. The images burned with intensity only evil could produce. Her soul was marred with each life she had claimed, her body was inflicted with the pain of the suffering she had caused. She should not look upon the monster he showed her. Her mind did not want to see. And then purity, light and hope flooded her, the woman she had always pictured herself to be was standing before her.
Harry’s fingers came away, he stared into her eyes where chaos reigned free. “Choose Dolores,” Harry’s voice echoed in the office, booming loud and bouncing off every surface, causing the plates to rattle. The others at the door flinched.
Her eyes closed, tears started forming, and guilt with self-condemnation flowed over her face. Harry’s eyes still black mirrors of her horror, stared back when her eyes opened again. Harry was still waiting, her acquiescence flushed her.
Harry’s hands shaped together and covered her face, there was a whisper of words, and Harry was grasping something, it was darkness. Harry’s hand pulled the darkness and let it fill his hands. The darkness wove around his hands trying to find purchase within him. Deep blue fire leapt off his skin pushing the darkness further into his hands. The flames coated his palm and he let his hands swirl around shaping the darkness into a ball. With each deep breath, the flames in his palm grew almost white, causing the darkness to swirl. His hands started to compress the darkness, pushing it upon itself, letting it feed on its own energy until it finally collapsed upon itself totally consumed.
Harry’s hands held flames that licked across each part of his skin the darkness had touched, and then slowly receded into his skin once more.
“tenebrae non subsistam”* Harry’s voice called out. Stillness settled over the room. Harry’s eyes returned to their green color, just before they rolled back up into his head, and he crumpled. Professor Umbridge crumpled with him, released from his binding hold. Leaving two stunned wizards to scramble to catch them both.

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*tenebrae non subsistam - Chant meaning ‘darkness exist no more’
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