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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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Chapter List
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A/N - This was ready with chapter 8, but I had to take care of a few things before posting... Thanks for the reviews already.
delia cerrano~ Not sure which chapter you were referenceing, but the fight in the ministry is yet to come. Just because Harry is preparing for it, does not mean anything yet, it could go as Harry plans or it could go horibbly wrong... we shall see. But yes, Harry is with Draco and Severus may let Sirius into his good graces... Harry and Severus are more paternal/collegues in this story. (I did finish Lilly's secrets where Harry and Severus are together... and Keepers as well... I have a small plot bunny for another later... but right now this story just won't let go. I am working on this one every single day.)
Meechypoo~Yes, at least to himself he admitted it, but read on and Draco will hear it for himself. I love how Severus and Harry can help each other, Harry for Severus' past, and Severus for Harry's (Past/vision). Christmas is something that will be fun, but I got a couple of chapters first before christmas. One day takes up three chapters... its a very full and LONG day... As for Dolores, we shall see her again, and then later...Personally I have hated her and what she was... but me being the benevolent person that I am... well, you will see.
Enjoy!
This is one of my fav Drarry scenes so far...
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Chapter 9 - Home is Love
A/N~ If you did not know...I just had to correct all my spelling of the word blond. Blond is the masculine form and blonde is the feminine form… SOO most of my blonde references were for Draco...hence my mistake and now you have learned something new if you didn't already know.
Harry woke up, looking around him. The infirmary again… why doesn’t he just make this his dorm room for as much time as he spends in it. He reached for his glasses which were next to him thankfully. Draco was asleep in a chair next to his bed. The only light streaming in was from the moon passing through the window. The moon was not yet full, leading Harry to the conclusion that he had not been out too long, since it was not yet Friday.
Harry reached a hand out to touch Draco’s arm. He looked angelic, the ethereal beauty of the moonlight falling on his face, so peaceful in sleep. Soft blond hair falling away from pale skin, dark lashes framing perfect cheeks, pink lips resting on perfection. Harry stopped just short of touching him. He could only answer perfection with perfection.
Harry stepped out of bed, ignoring the coldness of the stone floor on his bare feet. He stroked the silk of Draco’s cheek, and the blond leaned into his touch. Harry bent his head, close enough for him to breath in Draco’s scent, it flared his mind to life, sparked his body to attention. Every whisper in the air slowed, the moonlight warmed him. His heart raced, his breath became shallow as he leaned closer and barely brushed his lips against the soft heat of Draco’s own. Eternity waiting.
Draco was pulled out of his slumber by the fire that was slowly engulfing him, his lips were the epicenter. He opened his eyes as he gasped only to have his mouth invaded with so much feeling he almost passed out from the sheer impact of sensations. His arms came up and wound around Harry’s neck, letting Harry’s strength lift him out of the chair he was sitting in. They were falling even as they stood, falling into each other. Draco let himself be consumed and transported to an moment of pleasure and fire with Harry.
Harry couldn’t stop himself from taking refuge in Draco’s addictive mouth when it opened in a gasp. Harry took Draco into himself, drowning in the flavor of love, and the power of their chemistry. His lips took everything, every moan, every gasp, every breath and he gave all of himself in return. His hands traced over Draco’s face, and his lips had to follow, with soft kisses, worshiping each inch of that face. The satin of his cheeks, the peak of his nose, the tender flesh of his eyelids, everything was precious. The kisses moved lower and Harry tasted the salty skin, his hands bracing Draco’s body against his own.
Draco’s head was swirling, he was just letting himself feel. He was dying and flying, floating and falling, living and burning. His hands grasped Harry’s shoulders, holding on so he wouldn’t puddle on the floor, every part of him wanted to melt into Harry with just one touch. Fire erupted behind his eyes when Harry moved to his throat. He pushed closer, needing something, a want that was coursing through his veins burning with a thousand tongues of fire. Then one of Harry’s hands slipped lower and touched him, a part of him that exploded on contact, stars filling his vision as his body became butter.
Harry was so entranced by the way Draco moved, his breaths, his gasps, everything was sexy beyond measure. He wanted to see the ultimate loss of control play out over Draco’s features. Harry’s mouth was working down to Draco’s throat, it was soft, he could almost taste the heartbeat beneath the surface. He lowered his hand needing to feel, to touch that most treasured place, his hand burned as it met the hard evidence of Draco’s need for him. He watched with hungry eyes as Draco came. The angle of his alabaster neck, the grip of his hands, the bliss on his face, everything was beautiful, sexy and amazing. Harry dipped down and kissed those sated lips one more time, letting go his own orgasm as he let the flames take him.
Harry smiled down at Draco when the blond opened his eyes, Harry still holding him up. Harry moved them to sit on the hospital bed, and whispered a cleaning charm.
“What happened to land me here once again?” Harry asked Draco, his mind felt hazy.
“You’re supposed to know, all the teacher’s would say was that you passed out after dealing with Professor Umbridge. She is in a warded infirmary bed.” Draco explained, nodding in a direction behind them.
Harry tried to think, he closed his eyes and went further into his own mind, trying to look at his most recent memories. The memory felt strange, as if it were his own, but not. Did he really show the woman two paths? Did he really remove the darkness in her? What was he becoming?
Harry scooted away from Draco, there was a real fear in his eyes. Could he hurt Draco, his friends, people around him? What was this Augur power?
“Harry?” Draco whispered reaching for his scared angel.
“I did something to her, I’m not sure what I did. I took darkness from her and crushed it with fire. What does that make me?” Harry’s eyes were glistening with uncertainty.
“That makes you a healer of sorts, not a monster.” Draco did not truly understand, but the basics rang true.
“I don’t like controlling people, or hurting them. I know she was hurt by what I did.” Harry confessed.
“Did she give you a choice? She isn’t known for her nice ways.” Draco tried to console Harry, his arm rubbing Harry’s in soothing motions.
“I fed her everything she did in my vision, showed what she was, and who she could be. I did give her a choice, but I am not sure it really was a true choice. At the same time I did not feel like me.” Harry admitted.
“Harry, you need to stop rationalizing and over thinking things. You are doing good, you give people choices, and you inform them so they can make the right choices, just like you did for my family. You did not manipulate us or her. Look at me…” Draco guided Harry’s face towards his, looking into Harry’s upset eyes.
“You are not a saint, and no one expects you to be. BUT, you are good. Your heart is good, and your goodness is infectious.”
Harry stared at Draco for what felt like an eternity, mercury warming emerald ice. Harry’s fingers moved to trace the soft cheek, he was so lucky. After everything, this man had chosen to stand beside him, no matter the cost, Draco stood.
Harry’s voice was soft, “I love you.” he confessed, his eyes held Draco’s, willing him to feel the impact of what he was saying. Everything inside Harry reached for Draco, his soul begged to touch, His body begged to claim, and his heart had left for Draco’s shelter a long time ago.
Draco’s eyes shined with tears, happy tears, and they shimmered under the moonlight. “I love you too, Harry.” He made the move this time, before his own bravado left him.
Harry felt his heart expand, his mouth was taken with exquisite tenderness. The innocence dripped into him with the tender swipes of Draco’s tongue. The tentative tango built a conflagration inside Harry’s body. Soft fingertips flowed through his hair, heightening the rush flooding him.
Draco was unsure, untested, but unrelenting in his desire to taste Harry. His lips were soft, and magnetizing, pulling Draco to taste further. Heady was the taste, addictive was the way Harry melted for him, like a petal opening just for him.
A loud cough broke through their heightened senses. Harry did not let go of his possessive hold on Draco, as he glared at who disturbed them.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood waiting for his acknowledgement.
“Harry, we need to address the situation of Professor Umbridge. She is incapable of finishing out her post as Defense against the Dark Arts. I am sure you will want to speak with her, so that I can let the ministry know something has happened. The Minister will need to be informed at some point.” Albus explained.
“I’ll talk to her. I am not sure what condition she is in, but I will address whatever needs to be addressed.” Harry stated, and go out of his bed. His hands reluctant to leave the heat of Draco’s body. He forced himself to walk forward with the Headmaster following. Harry waited for the Headmaster to open the wards surrounding the bed and strode in. Harry pointed his wand at the sleeping witch, “Ennervate.”
“Dolores? How are you feeling?” Harry asked, keeping his voice calm.
Her eyes opened slowly, and focused on Harry.
There was confusion on her face, though recognition flitted once or twice in her eyes.
“Do you know who I am Dolores?” Harry inquired.
“You are Augur Potter. I remember almost nothing that happened save your name, and that you saved me from something evil.” She replied, her smile was innocent and demure. It changed her almost pig face into something almost pleasant.
“You work for the ministry of magic, you were teaching here at Hogwarts, but it seems that may not suit you now. What would you like to do now?” Harry did not understand all of what had happened, but he was going to help how he could. He would have to either wait for the book or research more to figure out what had happened.
“I have always loved to garden, can I help garden?” She asked her eyes hopeful and bright. Her smile warmed Harry. She was going to be just fine.
“Of course, I am sure we could find a place for you.” Harry smiled back, “Get some rest, you had quite the experience.”
She laid back, “Thank you Augur Potter, for everything.” She whispered as he left.
Harry and Dumbledore walked back to Harry’s bed.
“How long have we been out?” Harry asked looking up at the headmaster.
“It is Wednesday evening, Harry.” Albus replied.
“She wants to help with the gardening. The minister needs to know only that she had an accident, but she is recuperating well. She can stay, she will pose no more problems, and she only wants to help now.” Harry instructed.
“What did you do to her?” The headmaster whispered with curiosity.
“I took all her evil will, and gave her back good will. I think...I only know this power is new, and I will know more when I get the Book of Ages.” Harry explained as best as he could.
“Has she been obliviated?”
“No, she knows all she ever did about the good in the world. She has her intelligence, maintains all her capacities as a witch, but does not remember the bad, the evil. That was taken away at her request in her office. She is like a child now, at least in the innocence of her mind. As long as we tend her and cultivate goodness, there will be no return to the forbidding woman she was.” Harry felt like h knowledge was starting to flow into his mind like the moon floods light in the window.
Albus just stood agape at Harry. He had heard about the wisdom of an Augur, but little had really been passed on about their power. Though Merlin was well known as a wizard of exceptional power, he had not thought that some of the power had not been seen again since.
Harry sat back down next to Draco, he saw droopy eyes indicating that he had stayed up waiting for him.
“Get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Harry said, with a smile and brightness in his eyes.
Draco kissed his cheek, warming him. Harry found it hard to let go Draco’s hand as he turned to leave, but he did, savoring each bit that slid through his fingers.
“Harry, I have an offer for you.” Albus started after Draco left. Harry looked up, the sparkle had returned to those bright blue eyes, “I would like for you to sit your exams after the holidays, and graduate early. And then, if you're willing, take up the Defense post for the remainder of the year.” Albus said.
Harry stared at the older wizard, a little shocked at the offer. He heard the sense in it. It was what he loved, a part of him was elated, while another was cautious. Harry inclined his head.
“I will keep the defense club separate, Professor. There is need for the specific people to be trained as I am training them. I will work up a separate, but decent plan for each year and present that to you at the return from the holidays. With the past years of inconsistencies, I think I can find a balance appropriate for each year.” Harry replied.
Albus was elated, this could not have gone any better had he planned it himself. He clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, imparting his thanks.
“I got new information about another Horcrux. It was put into a cave, I was thinking to take you to go and investigate.”
“NO!” Harry’s reply was filled with pain, “There is no need.” he said more quietly.
“What is it?” The headmaster's voice softened as he moved to sit next to the boy.
“It isn’t there, a traitor to the Dark Lord already removed it. That place should be sealed, so no unsuspecting person, wizard or muggle ever finds it.” Harry exclaimed. His own mind trying to drag him deeper into his own shadows. He focused on the still sated feeling in his body, letting himself stay in this moment and not fall to his demons that called so often. All the years away from the pain and memories had helped dull the voices of guilt in his memories. Now he was facing them again, forced to relive the memories and try to destroy his demons before they claim him.
“Then we will only visit the Gaunt place on Friday.” Albus offered.
Harry nodded his head, accepting the itinerary. “I have to be back before the moon is at its peak. I am not sure how or where I will receive the Book of Ages, but I will be prepared to receive it with appropriate reverence.”
Albus agreed to an early evening journey, and then left Harry to rest. Harry would join the rest of the students the next day, but soon he would have the best defense teacher Hogwarts had ever seen.
The next morning, Harry joined his friends at breakfast. They were quiet, evidently waiting for him to tell them what happened, but he just looked at those with questions and shook his head. He would explain in the dorms, not here in public. They had classes, and obligations.
Harry moved through his day, barely paying any attention. His mind was on Friday and what that book would do to upset the balance he had found so far.
In potions, Harry and Draco worked together with Hermione and Greg on a simple Dittany potion. Harry saw that they had been brewing over the last few weeks what seemed like a infirmary potions list. He smiled; maybe they were finally good enough for Professor Snape to not have to brew too much on his own. That would give him more free time for happier things… Like tea and biscuits… Harry’s smile grew at their private joke… Strange to have a private joke with Professor Snape. It was like he had a strong arm to hold on to in the face of his worst demons.
Harry’s day was just a breath in time, ending sooner than he had thought. At dinner Harry ate in a haze. He wanted to take a nap just to make his evening go faster so that he could meet with Draco that evening. He was anxious and fearful at the same time. Tonight he would face his demons with Draco.
Draco slipped out of the Slytherin doors just after curfew, walking as quietly as he could towards one of the side hallways that led out of the school. He was rushing, but his mind was not concerned when he saw no one ahead of him. Little did he know that the danger was lurking just behind him, following in his footsteps. Each of Draco’s footfalls covered the sound of his follower.
Harry broke into a run when the rush of cold air hit him. He was anxious to see Draco, and talk to him about his memories... vision… he reminded himself. Harry’s senses flared out as he neared the forest entrance, there was a stillness that should not be. His spine tingled with dreaded anticipation, when he heard angry whispers float to him.
“You think you can win?” a hard voice spoke with malice, “I have you right where I want you, the Dark Lord will reward me when I bring you in, traitor.” “Crucio!”
Draco’s scream of pain pierced Harry’s soul, his heart went cold, steel. He breathed in deeply and stepped into view, his eyes promising retribution for Vincent Crabbe. Crabbe stopped the curse only to point his wand at Harry.
Harry noted Draco’s immobility, and his wand several feet away.
Harry’s temper wanted to roar, his heart wanted to bleed, and his hand itched to curse. Rashness was not the way to deal with this situation. Vincent was just a child playing with fire. Strategy, He could use this encounter for his own plans.
Vince went to open his mouth, and Harry struck hard fast, taking every ounce of his will power to plunge deep into that dark mind. He wanted to puke at the visions that passed by him, pleasure derived from pain, a darkness so deep that the soul was drenched in it. He pushed on searching for what he needed, passing by memories with the speed of a falcon. There it was Vince’s rage at Draco for choosing Harry… Harry seized the memory and bound it, He called his own will to flow into the binding of his own occlusion fabric, and pulled detaching the memory from the root of Crabbe’s mind. The memory flowed to Harry on the wind, a wisp of grey…
“Diffindo!” Harry spoke, banishing the memory. His hands quickly flashed and bound Vince to the nearest tree. He moved closer, putting his wand tip to that thick head, “Confundo” Harry whispered, “You have sufficiently punished Draco for what you perceive is a slight against you, you will not touch him, curse him, or expose him to your father. You are on fire and need to leave now and go to the infirmary to put out the flames that are engulfing your tongue.”
Vincent took off, hands covering his mouth even as screams of pain left him, screaming louder each time.
Harry moved quickly over to Draco, “Finite” he cast to end the binding spell. He reached for Draco and held him close, whispering apologies.
“I’m fine, Harry. His curse was not that strong, but I’m fine.” Draco assured him, reaching for Harry’s face.
Their gazes locked, Draco wanted Harry to see him as an equal, not just someone to protect.
Harry found himself drowning in Draco’s eyes, the strength holding him at bay. He wanted to crash into Draco, wash over him, and keep Draco held inside himself. Draco was pushing back, holding his own, yet not pushing him away.
Harry breathed, letting that scent wash over him, breaking over him in a cleansing wave, taking his rage letting it bleed into the air around them. Draco sealed Harry to him, soft heat enveloped Harry, as their lips met, neither dominating, both giving and taking, sharing in the pleasure that floated to the surface. Harry was brought down with just the simple purity of Draco’s kiss. When madness threatened to take him over, Draco would be there, his balance against his own rage.
Draco wanted to be everything, not just a release for Harry, but the driver of his passion, the puzzle piece that completed him, the clarity inside the red haze. Their kiss took them higher together, heated, moving, and melting into one another. Draco broke the kiss to breathe, taking Harry into his soul.
Harry opened to his eyes, seeing so much love for him, no regrets, no doubt. Serenity. His heart would break, if Draco condemned him for what he was about to show him.
“Draco…” Harry strained to give his ghosts a voice. “There are some things I need to show you, I don’t want to hide from my memories, though they are part of the vision, they are now a part of me too.”
Draco watched intently, Harry was afraid, insecure even, about this. He reached for Harry’s face, stroking it gently as he moved to sit up straight. “Ok” Draco whispered.
“Close your eyes.” Harry whispered, his hand shaking as he raised his wand, he would bridge the gap and pull Draco into his mind.
Inside his mind he met Draco at the wall… He held onto Draco’s hand and pulled him towards that dark brick. “I need you to see. See what I did, and see what you did, for me.”
Draco tightened his grip on Harry’s hand.
Draco was leaning over the sink in a bathroom, his face streaked with tears. He turned when Harry spoke to him, the words were barely audible. Draco’s face closed into the Malfoy mask as he turned and cursed Harry, and the two faced off sending curses at each other. Harry crawling on the ground, and sending a blasting curse towards Draco. And then Harry spoke the cutting curse. Harry rounded the corner and Draco was on the floor, bleeding, dying, and struggling for every breath. Professor Snape came in condemnation in his eyes and he moved to Draco’s side. Then Harry was dreaming, looking into a mirror, the face of Voldemort staring back at Harry. Revulsion filled the memory.
The memory changed, quickly and Draco saw his home, his mother, his aunt and others.
Bellatrix was holding a disfigured Harry up to him. Demanding his expertise to identify Harry...Yet he couldn’t, even as close as he got, this memory shimmered, as the spark that should have been noticed was missed by both of them. Draco was shaking his head, backing away.
Harry was ashamed, when Draco looked at him. “Would you do that now Harry?” He held Harry’s gaze, “No”.
“Then it means nothing to me. You will fight demons every day, from what you have seen, what you know. Don’t let me be one of them.” Draco moved towards what he felt was a happier memory of them, and touched it... Their first kiss..
“This is us, that was not us, that was two different people.” Draco consoled, “You may be a strong wizard, an Augur, but in the end you are just human. And who you are now, is who I love.”
Harry guided Draco slowly letting him cross the bridge to his own mind. They sat on the forest floor, wrapped up in each other, letting go their ghosts.
When they walked back, unseen, they parted with a sweet, tender kiss, and promises for tomorrow.
Friday morning felt ominous for Harry. So much today, Imperious Defense training at noon, the Gaunt house later in the evening, and sometime afterwards, the book. It was overwhelming, but in a way it was like part of his life was just about to begin, on his own terms.
His only class for the day was transfiguration since classes were ending early for the students to prepare to leave for the holidays.
At breakfast Harry caught a questioning glare from Professor Snape. He would probably address the issue with Vince later, he scanned the Slytherin table to note the absence. So when the Potions Professor swept down the middle of the Great Hall, Harry got up and followed.
Severus stood out in the atrium waiting.
“Care to explain why Mr. Crabbe was in the infirmary last night, Mr. Potter?” Severus asked, he had so not wanted Harry to have done this, but the look on the boy’s face at breakfast confirmed it.
“I found him torturing Draco with the Cruciatus curse. I inflicted no real injury, I took his rage at Draco from his mind, and confounded him.. Perhaps suggesting his mouth was on fire was a bit much.” Harry confessed, though he did not look repentant. He didn’t look smug either.
Severus was impressed, knowing Harry’s strengths, and what he was capable of, this was actually mild. “Next time try to call me to deal with one of my students. Was the memory necessary?”
“I think so, the root of his actions were based on that memory. I thought to take the root cause of the boy’s actions away, giving no ground for further actions against Draco.” Harry explained.
“I’ll keep an ear out for any interactions within the Dark Lord’s circle about this. We can’t be too careful.” Severus offered.
“The main thing is to keep his focus on the Prophecy.” Harry insisted. “He was obsessed, and that obsession blinded him, and we need that blindness.”
Severus nodded, “Try to keep out of trouble.” and parted ways leaving Harry with a ghost of a smile.
Harry wandered off in the direction of his first class. He settled down at his desk, and waited for the rest of the student’s to arrive. He pulled out all his items needed for the class, the book, his wand and several of their practice objects. He was very early, and no one was around, so maybe he could have a little bit of fun while he waited.
Harry was in his element when a cat decided to stealthily enter the classroom from the back, observing everything this student was doing. She had heard from Albus about Harry’s vision, she witnessed him excelling in her class like he had never done before. But this, she could learn from him, more than he was evidently learning from her.
Harry was lost in his own world, letting his magic flow around him, it was like a silk robe flowing along his skin, away from him, doing his bidding. He had missed just letting go. The small rock he had started with was dancing in front of him, transforming into everything his mind could think of. It started small with a cup, a mouse, a flower, a rose, a flowing gown, a picturesque glass window, a heavy boulder, a miniature of the leaning tower of Pisa, the Eiffel tower, a statue from the ministry, a portrait of his mother… He left it there staring at her, moving his hands until she smiled, his wand forgotten in his revelry… he made her hair shine, shimmer, and sparkle with sunlight, her eyes brighten, and her mouth shape the words I love you and then float out to him as he reached with his hands, letting the portrait disappear as he touched the words dancing before him. Shaping them, into contours, dips and valleys, pulling on the shape, reverently forming another face...Draco’s… Harry smiled, then instantly shuddered as he heard a slight movement, his hand dropped the rock into one hand, and spun with lightning speed to face Professor McGonagall as she took her true form, his wand was held ready in his hand.
“Sorry, I was just practicing…” Harry said as he placed his rock on the desk in front of him and lowered his wand.
“I don’t think practicing was the right word, more like teaching the teacher. That was magnificent. How did you mold everything so well like that? Transfiguration is an art for you. You make it look effortless.” She spoke with such pride.
Harry blushed at the praise.
“Albus is right to try to graduate you early, I had my doubts. But I can see it’s really not your grades that have improved, but the fact that you have surpassed what Hogwarts has to offer you.” She said with a sigh.
“I feel like a mix between an adult and a teenager, and that is an impossible position sometimes. I treat some students as the children they are, but some like the adults they will become. The balance is exhausting at times. I can only imagine what it’s like teaching, realizing the signs of potential, and the struggle to get the students to be mature enough to realize that potential.” Harry sympathized. “I only apologize for not meeting your expectations sooner.”
“One thing over my years teaching I have learned, is to expect the unexpected, and don’t expect too much at the same time. Saves the frustration at times. Though I have had my moments.” She said as she smiled.
The rest of the students started to enter the classroom at that time, and Harry took his seat and did his best to be as attentive as the Professor deserved.
At a quarter to noon, Harry was in the Room of Requirements preparing for the next session. He had placed a few chairs over to the side and a table with refreshments off to the other side. In one corner of the room he moved the provided wardrobe, and the few musical instruments he had requested. And finally near the center, several rows of benches.
Several Order members started to arrive, each on the arm of a teacher of Hogwarts. Sirius was accompanied by Professor Sprout, Kingsley with Professor McGonagall, Snape brought Tonks, Lupin came with Professor Sinistra, Moody arrived with the Headmaster, Flitwick transported Hagrid, Vector the Weasleys. The Order moved to take seats on the benches. The students started appearing one by one. As each Wesley child entered they moved to sit next to their parents, chatting while they waited. Draco was about to sit in the back, when Harry motioned him closer to the front next to Tonks. She smiled at him and moved over. Once everyone had gathered, Harry addressed them all.
“One of the hardest things is resisting the imperious curse of a strong wizard. The Dark Lord is one of the strongest, and his Death Eaters are strong willed, this makes them equally as dangerous. Some students in my year have a brief experience with the Imperious curse, and I am sure many of you in the Order have experienced it. The Aurors I know have been placed under it at one time or another during their training, but the methods of the Ministry have not been conducive to learning just how to throw off the curse entirely. Most witches and wizards are left to their own devices. Tonight I will instruct you specifically the best technique needed to throw off the curse and resist it with enough practice.” Harry explained, looking over all those who gathered here. Albus he was sure would have no problem, Severus, and many others, but knowing where to focus was the key.
“First it is unforgivable, because the caster can make you do anything, even if you do not know how, or are unwilling. This is because the first effect of the curse is the euphoria caused by the curse in giving up your will. The euphoria can be incapacitating, and if not acted on at first, the hold will give the caster the edge. The best way to fight it is to focus on the commands floating into your mind. The stranger or out of the ordinary a requests seems, make it easier to avoid, the more the request is against your grain, the easier it will be to throw it off with enough focus. You have to find a way to make your will the dominant will and keep applying the rebellious pressure.” Harry explained.
He looked and saw Dennis Creevy, “Dennis, I would like to demonstrate with you first if you don’t mind.” Dennis nodded and strode forward.
“What is one thing that irritates you, something you find annoying?” Harry asked.
Dennis was quiet for a minute, then said thoughtfully “Always having to sit still. I hate sitting still.”
“Ok, think about that for a moment. Think about how much you don’t want to sit still. Just nod when you have the thought in your head.” Harry instructed, watching the smaller boy. When his head nodded, Harry felt his magic. He restrained it, and cast, “Imperio”
He whispered inside of Dennis’ head, Go sit in that red chair and do not move, sit still.
Everyone watch as Dennis walked over to the red chair, but stood still.
sit down and sit still.
Dennis turned around and sat… still for a moment. Harry waited, and then there was a twitch, so small it was barely noticeable. But it was there. He released Dennis.
“Did you question the instructions?” Harry asked.
“It felt blissful at first letting go of control, but then you asked me to do something I hated, and it did not make sense to me. I didn’t want to.” Dennis said.
“Very good. Dennis, questioning the voice inside your head, and not allowing it to feel like a puzzle piece fitting together is what is needed to start to learn how to throw the curse off.” Harry explained.
“Professor Vector,” The professor in questions stood and came forward, “Take a look at the drinks at the refreshment table. Is there anything there that is particularly off-putting?”
“The tomato juice.” The teacher decided.
“Do you like tomato juice?” Harry asked.
“No.” Vector replied.
“Good, try to throw it off. I will lower the power of the curse the first time, if you throw it off, I will up the ante.” Harry said, raising his wand. He took a breath, and focused on his magic as he cast the curse, cutting off most of the power flowing into it.
Drink the tomato juice.
I don’t like it
Drink it
Professor Vector was standing beside the table, his hand reaching but shaking.
NO!
Professor Vector had thrown it off.
“Very good, now let try something stronger.” Harry said, and threw the curse back stronger.
Drink tomato juice.
Professor Vector reached for the juice cup, and it was at his lips when he began to struggle.
Harry released him.
The Professor’s shoulders slumped and he moved back to his seat.
“Now I want to demonstrate something. We all saw how the two individuals struggled against something they did not like. How do you think they would fare when introduced to something they do like first?” Harry looked around the room.
Draco looked at him and quietly answered the question, “Introducing the person to something they would like first creates a trust with the caster, so that anything afterwards is not questioned, and the initial time to break the curse is lost.”
Harry smiled at him, hoping his pride shown in his eyes.
“Correct, to learn to throw off the curse, you must first learn to throw it off at low power, and with ridiculous requests. The gradually move up the ladder in power, but keep the requests ridiculous or unwelcome. Finally, start with low power and easy pleasant requests then gradually move up.” Does everyone understand the concept?” Harry asked.
Most nods were positive.
“First I want the students to pair with a teacher or Order member. The student will cast and the adult will try to resist. The student needs to focus on something annoying or despised by the adult. We will not be testing fears, so do not get any ideas. Use what I have provided around you.” Harry looked around the crowd, “Draco, Headmaster, practice with me.”
Dumbledore and Draco head across the room.
“Once your subject has successfully thrown off the curse, switch. Teachers and Order members, only release the spell using a quarter of your magic at first. If anyone needs help, just come up to the front and I will help.” Harry offered.
He turned back to his group.
“Professor, do you want to try under Draco’s Magic or my own?” Harry asked.
“I have fought off the Imperious from Death Eaters such as Lestrange and Dolohov, Sorry Mr. Malfoy, but I do not think you are strong enough to teach me.” The headmaster said, giving Draco a sad smile.
Harry just nodded. “I will work with both of you at the same time then.”
Draco just waited to begin.
Harry cast at Draco first, then turned to the headmaster, letting his full power flow through his arm to back his curse.
He was whispering to Draco first,
Wear your tie backwards.
And then he was whispering to the Headmaster
Go barefoot.
Draco was the first to really struggle, and Harry smile, he really hated looking silly. but he eventually moved his tie into the backwards position.
The headmaster was on the floor taking off his shoes and struggling with his socks.
Harry released both men.
He looked at the Headmaster who was staring at him. “Are you sure Draco shouldn’t be the one to start with you?” His voice filled with mirth.
“Draco, you did well, let’s try again.” And he did so when the blond head nodded back at him
He kept the command the same.
This time Draco managed to almost choke himself trying not to move the tie.
Harry helped the Headmaster as well, dialing back his power for him, and this time the Headmaster succeeded in throwing off the curse.
He looked at Harry ready to smile. “That was only half power sir, again, or do you want to try with me so I too can practice.”
The Headmaster frowned. Albus was determined, “I’ll go again…” his chin was set in a thin determined line.
Draco shook off his curse on the fourth try.
Albus struggled at three quarters of Harry’s power put into the curse, but by the second attempt he succeeded.
At the lower ranges of power everyone was eventually able to resist the Imperious. Only one person volunteered to demonstrate on Harry. Professor Snape.
They bowed.
“First I want you to try like we did in practice, something you know I dislike.” Harry instructed, “Full power please.”
Professor Snape nodded and raised his wand. Harry’s eyes went dark, not black, but not vivid green either. Severus cast.
Harry felt the first familiar feeling of floating, his will wanting to leave him, but he grasped it back instantly and waited for the first command.
Bow to me
Really?
Bow
Why?
BOW!
NO
Harry was ramrod straight staring into Professor’s Snape’s wide black eyes. Professor Snape had released nothing, but Harry stood there as if it were never cast.
“Now try something enjoyable.” Harry instructed. Severus got a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Something enjoyable but for public view…” Harry whispered low for only Severus to hear, before his eyes darted to a blond who was watching with interest.
There was resignation in those black eyes before Severus cast the curse.
Harry felt wonderful, the curse struck a little harder than the last time.
Sit down and rest
Harry’s legs moved…
Sit down and rest… You deserve rest.
I do … but I don’t want to thanks.
Harry stood still, closed his eyes…
There was struggle of wills going on inside his head.
Severus had a strong will, but in the end, Harry’s was stronger. Nothing in the world he did not like more than being controlled. That is why the curse was easy to break for him, he had control issues. So much for practicing.. He opened his eyes and smiled at the Potions master. “Thank you for the practice.”
Harry turned and faced everyone, “Thank you all for attending today’s lesson. You cannot practice outside of these walls without detection. But when we return, we will have two more of these lessons. I hope everyone has a good holiday and a Happy Christmas!”
Most of the students departed, Ron, Hermione, Draco stayed. The headmaster, Professor Snape and Kingsley stayed.
Kingsley approached Harry. “Have you had thoughts to become an Auror when you graduate?”
Harry let out a throaty laughter. He reached up and patted Kingsley’s shoulder.
“I am not sure how much Professor Dumbledore has told you, but as the new Augur, part of that includes visions. Let’s just say, been there, done that. I will send you instructions after the war on how to train your department, there is another in this room that will join, and relying on him will lead to great things for the ministry. I kind of like the idea of teaching, Shak.” Harry said… then realized his mistake, “Sorry, I forgot for a moment, Auror Shacklebolt.”
Kingsley raised an eyebrow, but said nothing over the slip of the tongue, only his closest Aurors called him that.
The Headmaster let him know he would be waiting in his office later for Harry. With that, the Headmaster and Kingsley departed.
Harry turned to his friends. He walked right into the arms he had been waiting to collapse into for the last few hours. Citrus and honey surrounded him, Harry closed his eyes to the world, and just breathed in ‘home’.
Draco watched as Harry walked towards them, the look, the strain, everything screamed at Draco. He opened his arms to Harry as he approached, and wrapped him as tight as he could pressing the shorter man’s face into his chest, and carding his fingers into that unruly mane.
Ron and Hermione fidgeted beside them, hand in hand, they looked like they wanted to leave, but they didn’t.
Harry straightened, but did not make Draco let go. Instead he turned to face his other friends, staying in the comfort of Draco’s arms. Draco just held him, and would do so as long as Harry wanted. He just rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder as he peered at the other two.
Harry was comfortable, Ron and Hermione were obviously still getting used to things.
“Dumbledore asked me to take the tests to graduate early after the holidays.” Harry said. He felt the arms around him tighten in reaction. “He wants me to teach Defense, since Dol..Umbridge is no longer available.” He finished.
“What about the defense club?” Hermione asked.
“I will keep it going. The rest of the school needs a good curriculum though. It won’t be the same, or as aggressive as what we do here. Many of the members of this club have a purpose, and I plan on making sure everyone is ready. I may look young, but inside my head I am almost 40…” Harry stated.
Draco nipped his ear, sending shivers down his back. “But you don’t taste like an old man.”
There was a chuckle from Hermione, and a groan from Ron who was rolling his eyes.
“I like teaching and I think I will do well in the post, though, I expect all of you to do well,” Harry grinned at them.
“We will do what we can to support you Harry.” Hermione exclaimed, nudging Ron for a nod and then glaring at Draco.
“What? Of course I’ll support Harry…” Draco whispered the last part into the shell of Harry’s ear making him shiver all over again.
“The Book of Ages is supposed to arrive today.” Harry said solemnly. “Any ideas on how to prepare for it or where it will arrive?” The question was of course directed to Hermione, the knower of all things…
“I told you everything I know already Harry.” She expressed.
Harry nodded his head, “I know. I don’t know...I’m not ready for it.”
“You were born ready, Harry.” Hermione condoled, “and now you are more ready than you were in June of last year.”
“We will meet you here, at an hour to midnight. We will do whatever you need to help.” Draco said, tightening his hold on Harry. The other two nodded their agreement. Draco eyed the two over Harry’s shoulder, trying to get them to leave, he wanted just a moment alone.
Hermione seemed to be the only one who got the hint and drug Ron with her as they port keyed out of the room.
Harry sighed and leaned back, his whole body seemed to just relax into Draco’s. Draco took the opportunity to nibble on Harry’s exposed neck. “You should get some rest, you seem exhausted.” “Hmmmm” Harry murmured, letting the sensations wash over him, his neck was humming with the sound of his heart, his mind was slowly melting.
“This room works by just thinking what you need right?” Draco asked his voice soft and melodic. Harry just nodded. In a moment a soft and inviting bed appeared, and the rest of the class items were gone. Draco walked with Harry towards the bed, and pushed him down. Making him stay on his stomach as he lay on the bed when he tried to roll over. Draco scooted closer, and let his hands work magic on Harry’s tense back, through robes it wasn’t easy, but he managed.
Harry was relaxed, he was putty and his mind was just a ghost. Sleep overtook him fast and furiously. Draco only smiled when he heard the first almost snore escape Harry. He cast a quick alarm spell, and then lay down, and rested against Harry’s back, breathing in his scent and letting everything go.

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