WARNING: This story contains rape/non-con elements, minor violence and character death. (It's not too explicit and the story doesn't focus on it all that much, but still be warned.)

IMPORTANT: Before we proceed here are a few things about this AU – 1. Neville is the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry's parents, Sirius and Remus are all alive; 2. Certain things in canon are different because it was Neville and not Harry who went on most adventures. It will come into play in later chapters and I will explain it separately; 3. Harry's relationship with Draco is still that of bitter rivals, though with a few subtle differences here and there – you'll see them as we go;

DISCLAIMER: Don't own.


Chapter 1

Please, No

They stopped the train about an hour after it left Hogsmead. Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances but stayed put. These days, Harry found, they were useless anyhow. Neville and friends were out there somewhere doing Merlin knows what, Hermione fled to Australia with a little help from Harry's parents and there was little two schoolboys could do against the horrors of the new world order. Of course, the work they did with the Dumbledore's Army was good but there were so few of them – if the Death Eaters were searching the train, they could hardly be a match for them.

They heard compartment doors opening and closing along the carriage and scooted closer together.

"What the bloody hell do they want now?" muttered Ron.

Something like that happened on their way to Hogwarts in September. Hogwarts Express stopped, masked people walked in and checked every compartment, asking their names and Blood Status certificates. When Harry saw them taking muggleborn first years off the train his heart clenched. He actually managed to free two of the kids and instruct them to run before he got a Crucio from Alecto Carrow and – a second later – a stunner from Draco Malfoy that knocked him out for the rest of the ride. He never found out what happened to the children.

The door to their compartment opened and two people walked in. One was Amycus Carrow with some kind of list in his hands, another wore a white mask. Behind them in the corridor stood two men in dirty worn-out robes and, to the boys' horror, one of them was clutching Luna Lovegood by the shoulders.

"'Ere he is!" Carrow exclaimed marking something on his list, "Potter, step righ' up. Give your wand to these fine gentlemen and follow 'em out."

"What's going on?" asked Ron jumping from his seat and taking half a step in front of Harry as though that would protect his best friend.

"Is there any particular reason for this?" Harry gripped his wand. Please, no. The idea of giving it up willingly and following the snatchers to what could possibly be his death was more frightening than the thought of death itself.

"Weasley, you sit back down on your arse," Carrow hissed. "Nothin' 'bout you here, is there?" He showed them the parchment in his hands that had the words 'Retain for questioning', several students' names and large Ministry seal on it. "And you, Potter, don' worry that pretty lil' head. You jus' come with us an' be a good pal. As soon as that father o' yours stops bein' a thorn in everyone's paw, you'll be out an' free to go."

Oh. That's what it was about. His parents work for the Order. Of course, Harry's mother was wanted as it was for being a mudblood, so she was lying low. His father, on the other hand, and his godfather, for that matter, were never ones to hide from trouble. So the Ministry has found a way to shut them up.

Harry considered possible escape routes. There were none. Even if he and Ron somehow managed to hold off four older wizards, there were others. Alecto was probably going through the train with another search party and Snape could be somewhere around, too. Then there was the fact that they were in the middle of nowhere and it was cold outside. They were just going home for Christmas, for fuck's sake. There likely were anti-apparition wards on the ground and taking Ron and Luna anywhere through the snow that reached their waists and under spell-fire was way too risky.

"Ron, tell everyone I'll be okay. And take care of Hedwig." Harry slowly took out his wand and gave it handle-first to the masked man.

Don't work for anyone else, okay? He thought at his wand that was almost buzzing with the need to fight, to do something against this. I'll get you back, I promise.

Ron squeezed his shoulder and was about to say something when Carrow grabbed Harry's elbow and pushed him out of the compartment.

"Enough already! Don' waste my time, you cissies! Move!"


Harry had been to the Malfoy Manor once when he was six. Sirius had taken him to the Yule Party since there was some making up attempt at the Black family. He and little Draco Malfoy actually managed to play together nicely until Draco tried to take away some other girl's doll and it all ended a horrible fight. For whatever reason Harry's mind kept replaying the image of six year old Draco stomping his little feet now as the Manor loomed in front of him and Harry was brought here as a prisoner.

He, Luna, Susan Bones and some third year Ravenclaw boy were pushed into the grey entrance hall by the snatchers and two masked Death Eaters. Narcissa Malfoy, as pale and withdrawn as ever, appeared on the grand staircase to greet them.

"What do we do with them, Missus?" one of the snatchers asked.

It wasn't Narcissa who answered him. One of the masked figures stepped up from behind them taking off the mask with a wave of his wand. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Your services are no longer required, gentlemen. I will be taking them to their cells."

Narcissa came a few steps down and embraced Draco as though he had just returned from some dangerous mission. Harry grimaced slightly and looked away.

He knew Malfoy was up to something all of the last year. Ron and Hermione didn't believe him but he just knew the git was marked. He followed him and tried to catch him in the act but in the end Malfoy had gone and done it – he let the Death Eaters into the school and killed Dumbledore. Neville said the twitchy ferret didn't actually had the guts to use the Killing Curse, instead he petrified the Headmaster and pushed him over the railing of the Astronomy Tower. Harry didn't see how that was any different.

Malfoy extracted himself from his mother's arms and pointed his wand at the four prisoners.

"Over there all of you." Following his directions they found a small door under the stairs and descended into the basement.

It was a small and stuffy place with bars separating four or five cells on either side of a short passage. Pointing his wand at their backs Malfoy instructed them to face the back wall while he fumbled with the keys to the cages.

"Lovegood, Bones, step back from the wall and come here. Potter and Belby – don't you dare move."

Harry heard the girls' light steps behind him and the screeching of the metal door as it opened and closed. Malfoy fumbled with the keys a bit more opening another cell and instructed Belby to go into that one. Once the door behind the Ravenclaw closed Harry felt Malfoy's hand on his shoulder and the tip of his wand on the back of his neck.

"Potter, you come with me," Malfoy yanked him back and turned him around pushing him out of the cellar. As soon as they were back in the entrance hall Harry straightened his legs and dug the balls of his feet into the floor.

"Malfoy, where are you taking me?" Malfoy gave him a rather hard push and Harry almost fell to his knees. The Slytherin yanked him back up. "What the fuck?"

Malfoy tsked, "Language, Potter," dragging him up the big staircase and sending electric sparks through his neck each time Harry struggled and stumbled. "You should be grateful, really. I'm merely providing you with more comfortable accommodations."

Harry didn't like that one bit but after a particularly painful zap to the neck allowed Malfoy to lead him to the end of a hallway, up another flight of stairs and along the gallery to what he supposed was another wing. In the middle of yet another hallway Malfoy pushed open a set of creamy white wooden doors with intricate carvings and they entered a spacious and elegant sitting room.

Before Harry had time to notice anything other than a white sofa and two more rooms to his left and right the doors behind him closed with a click and Malfoy flipped him around quickly. Harry's back hit the door and a hard body pressed against his front. Malfoy and he hadn't been that close to each other since their duel last year when Harry found the other boy crying in the bathroom. Harry couldn't believe that he had tried to offer Malfoy help back then. After the Slytherin lashed out at him and they fought, Harry managed to disarm him and then he actually gave the blond a hug and promised him that everything would be alright. Looking back at that moment now made Harry vaguely nauseous. Malfoy told him he couldn't be helped and ran away leaving Harry to clean up the destroyed bathroom. The Slytherin was already marked then. Already planned how to let the Death Eaters into school, too. And Harry gave him a fucking hug.

Now Malfoy was pressing him into the wall his breathing hot and heavy on Harry's cheeks, his face flushed and his hair slightly mussed. His eyes were glistening and Harry wondered idly if perhaps Malfoy was feverish.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable up here with me," young Death Eater breathed against his face.

Harry tried not to show it but Malfoy was setting him on edge. Why did he bring him here? He wasn't acting normal and Harry's brain refused to analyze the implications of his behavior. Please, no.

The Gryffindor boy snorted, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather stay with my friends in the dungeon."

Malfoy leaned in closer, his hands digging into Harry's shoulders, "Well, tough luck, Potter. Because I'm keeping you…"

And then there were moist lips on Harry's moving messily and a hand was tugging at his hair harshly making him gasp. Hot wet tongue pushed inside Harry's mouth and Malfoy pressed himself even closer moaning slightly. It was insane. Harry's eyes were wide open and his body was frozen on the spot until his mind processed what was happening and suddenly he was moving – biting down on Malfoy's tongue and kneeing him in the stomach.

Slytherin gasped and stumbled backwards and Harry tried to grab his wand but in the next moment it was digging into the hollow of his throat. They both panted harshly for a moment and Malfoy spat out some blood.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you but you don't get to fucking touch me, Malfoy," Harry snarled. He wanted to fight, lash out and injure. He felt scared and violated.

"Potter…" Malfoy's wand dug deeper into his flesh and the blond's face contorted angrily, "You can do nothing here, you hear me? You are powerless!" he spat out blood again. Harry must have bit him pretty hard. Good. "I hoped that you'd be able to understand it and wouldn't be so difficult but it seems I need to teach you a lesson first," he leaned in closer and grabbed Harry's neck, "Either you submit or I will fucking make you."


To be continued...


AN: So, here we go. As you can guess from the title, this story will somewhat follow Five Stages of Grieving Process. This chapter is more or less about denial. Also – as a silent nod to AO3 for being superior in about every aspect, I've posted my work there first. So, the story is already finished, though it may take me a few days to edit and publish it on this site.

You can see a few changes from the canon here – namely the fact that Harry didn't use Sectumsempra on Draco in their six year. Since, Lily is still alive and well, Harry's relationship with Snape isn't quite that bitter and he is (possibly) somewhat better at Potions, too. So, he never laid hands on the Prince's book. And since his relationship with Draco is a tiny bit different, Draco didn't try to use Crucio on him either.

Anyhow – hope you enjoy the story and please, leave a comment if you liked it! (Unfavorable comments are appreciated as well, feel free to tell me your opinion!)