More warnings: smut, dub-con, torture, infidelity, character bashing
Harry
The years passed and Harry gained a strong circle of supporters. Always on his right was Draco, on his left Hermione, and in the shadows Lucius. He'd taken a risk with the ex-Death Eater but it had paid off wonderfully. The man was completely under his thumb, balanced on the edge between love and fear. Draco was utterly devoted and completely in love with him, but at least had the sense he would not welcome ridiculous demonstrations of it. Both were perfect for letting off steam, but Lucius was better at taking the pain and enjoying it. Equally, it was fun playing with Lucius because he knew how much it would break Draco if they were discovered. Harry did like to tease him.
He was steadily on his way to becoming Minister for Magic after putting down a budding Dark Lord, launching himself once again into the public eye, and his followers had been dropping hints toward a separate world just for wizards to everyone they spoke to. He had a satisfying job in International Cooperation and imagined he would be eligible to run for Minister next year.
In a few more years he aimed to leak a particularly revealing video tape to the Muggles and then reveal his newly created land. His scientists were working on creating a self-sustaining airborne landmass, but they weren't quite there yet. They were getting closer, however.
His magic buzzed, alerting him to Draco's urgent call. He apparated into the Ministry, brushing the wards aside. One of the Unspeakables who he knew specialised in Ministry defence growled and glared at him. He smirked. The wards were a point of contention between them. He could feel them going back up already.
"Darling," he called out. Draco shifted aside to reveal Muggle news footage of a foolish witch on a broomstick.
"Is it being dealt with?"
"Mr Potter!" The Head Auror was blustering and irritating. Despite many at the Ministry welcoming Harry's assistance, the DMLE were unusually impervious to both his reputation and his money. It was amusing, if frustrating.
"It's Lord Potter, actually." He, unlike some Dark Lords he chose not to think of, could actually claim to hold a lordship.
"Lord Potter. This is not your department. What are you doing here?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at Robards.
"It might become my department if this isn't contained. Besides, I'm merely here to ask my gorgeous boyfriend out for lunch." Draco smirked at his side. Robards huffed but waved them away.
"We've got Obliviators on sight, they'll believe it's a hoax by tomorrow. May as well take the day, Malfoy."
Harry smiled and offered his arm to Draco, who took it.
"Not again," was muttered as he ripped through the wards and Apparated them home.
"Who's in charge of monitoring the Muggle news and catching this nonsense before we're ready for it?" Harry asked once they were safe. Draco grimaced. Ah.
"My father." Harry hid a smile. "Go easy on him?" Draco asked. Harry stroked Draco's cheek with the back of his hand and brushed a kiss upon his lips.
"Only for you," he lied and Apparated silently into Malfoy Manor. Lucius was waiting for him in his bedroom, the opposite side of the manor to Narcissa's these days. He stiffened as Harry placed a hand on his shoulder, before turning and dropping to one knee.
"My Lord."
Harry silenced and warded the room. He grabbed Lucius with his magic and bent him forwards over the desk, securing his hands behind his back.
"I'm rather disappointed in you," he said. Lucius knew not to reply. He ran the tip of his wand down Lucius' spine. Lucius shivered and Harry tilted forward to press his clothed erection into Lucius' hip.
He took a deep breath, licking his lips.
"Crucio," he said, and Lucius screamed.
He released the spell after a moment and stroked the side of Lucius' face that he could see, his other cheek pressed into the desk.
"Shush. There now, don't cry." Harry flicked his wand and Lucius was rid of his slacks and robe, revealing a toned arse and pale legs. He roughly opened Lucius up, ignoring the pants and hisses of pain. He fucked into Lucius with just enough lube to make it comfortable for himself. Lucius said nothing but grunted at the intrusion. Harry sent a tingle of magic to play with Lucius' prostate and the man groaned. He pumped Lucius a few times before casting a spell that ensured he wouldn't come and wouldn't soften.
"You know what's next," he whispered and Lucius sobbed, once. "Crucio."
Lucius convulsed around him beautifully and after one last thrust Harry spiralled over the edge, drunk on power and magic and pleasure and pain. He released the curse as he came back to himself, leaving Lucius shaking, pulling out and tidying himself away. He tugged on Lucius' overstimulated cock a few more times, before allowing him to soften.
"You don't get to come until next time I visit you," he warned him. Lucius crumpled to the ground after he ended the bindings. He levitated Lucius into his bed.
"Thank you, my Lord," Lucius murmured, still shaking. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lucius against his chest. Lucius stiffened, but relaxed almost immediately. Harry fed him an anti-cruciatus and the pain reliever before laying him back down.
"Sleep now," he said, a smile on his face that he knew spoke of satisfaction.
He returned to Draco who had laid out lunch and was leaning against a wall, trying not to look anxious.
"That was quick."
Harry snorted. "I said I'd go easy on him."
Draco pulled him into a kiss. "I love you," Draco said. Harry gazed at him, amused, as he flushed.
"I know," he replied, drawing Draco in for another kiss, tweaking one of his nipples beneath the shirt. Draco arched into him and Harry picked him up, lunch forgotten.
"You're perfect," he whispered and smiled into Draco's neck as he took him to bed.
Harry
They were ready. He was Minister. They had created a city that floated in the sky, warping space so that it was hidden in a pocket dimension, only accessible by floo, portkey, and extremely long-distance apparition if you'd been there before and were strong enough.
They released undeniable proof to the Muggles that magic existed, and the world became chaos. Peace talks between Muggles and wizards failed miserably as both sides were ignorant and intolerant. Harry allowed the situation to deteriorate into nearly all out war before offering a solution; Haven, so accurately named.
Albus Dumbledore offered slight resistance, but despite him Magicals flocked to Harry's side, whether they be creature, being or wizard. Land was free and labour was cheap, and everyone was welcome, as long as they abided by his rule. He formed a group of advisers who were voted in from all walks of nature to give the impression of democracy. The ones that struggled most were the pure-blood wizards of Britain and Western Europe, not used to dealing with magical creatures as their equals, unlike the rest of the world. 'Muggleborns' were found and rescued at birth, but Hermione's research showed that they were actually the result of long lines of squibs, whom Harry employed as manual labourers. It took five years but eventually there was very little trace of magic on Earth. There were small communities hidden away that his people returned to, but the majority of them were happily secluded from the Muggles and never forced to hide from the community that they lived in.
"My Lord," they murmured as he walked down the street and he revelled in the power. His magic formed a barrier preventing them from getting too close, and they learned to respect his privacy and presence, merely greeting him before continuing with their day.
Most of them did, anyway.
"You!" Harry laughed as he faced Ron Weasley. He was skinny and pasty looking and prone to spewing insults. His mother tugged at his arm, attempting to pull him away. Ron wrenched himself free and his mother tripped. Harry caught her and she smiled.
"Mrs Weasley," he said, remembering her kindly from many of his other lives.
"Thank you, Lord Potter. I apologise for my son's behaviour."
Ron flushed. "What! He's nothing but a slimy Slytherin."
Mrs Weasley's eyes flashed and he could tell Ron would be receiving an earful when they got home. The only reason he was still alive today was because he'd been Harry's first friend, in his first life.
"A shame that Ronald did not grow up to be like his other siblings," Harry said. Mrs Weasley hid a guilty smile.
"A pleasure to see you both," he said, before withdrawing. He nodded at Ron, and apparated away, enjoying the aghast look upon Ron's face.
He appeared in his foyer, hoping to find Draco and take him, then take him for lunch. His dragon was wrapped in conversation with a French pure-blooded architect. The man was tall and pretty, with olive skin and pearly white teeth that he showed off frequently as he smiled. Harry narrowed his eyes. He drew closer, unravelling his magical aura, and slid an arm around Draco's waist. Draco had known he was coming if the way he'd shivered when his magic had reached him was any indication.
"Durand, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to steal Draco away," he said, gripping Draco's hip tightly. Draco glanced sideways at him. Durand nodded, eying him warily, stepping back as if he'd just realised exactly how dangerous it would be to be flirting with Lord Potter's consort. Harry smiled in the way that made Lucius flinch every time he saw it and Durand took another step back.
"Good day to you both," he said.
Harry smirked. "And you."
Harry Apparated them straight into their bedroom, ridding the both of them of their clothes. He pinned Draco to the bed, who gazed up at him with a smirk upon his face.
"Mine. You're mine," Harry told him, placing biting kisses along Draco's jaw and down his neck, sucking against his pulse point.
"You're a terror, a tyrant," Draco gasped. He bit the corded muscle between Draco's neck and shoulder, forcing open his legs. Draco whimpered and spread them further, thrusting up against him.
"Mine," he repeated, kissing down Draco's chest and then swallowing his cock. Draco groaned and Harry used the opportunity to slide a lubed finger into him.
"I'm yours," Draco iterated with a pant. Harry slid another finger in, pressing insistently against Draco's prostate.
"More. Now," Draco demanded. Harry moved back up him, planting a kiss on his lips and slid in with a hiss, sheathed in one fast movement. Draco's eyelashes fluttered, and Harry took him hard and fast, relentless and obsessed.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. Draco moaned as his hand settled on his cock, but Harry wasn't satisfied. Harry drew close and propped himself up on one arm, using his spare hand to bat Draco's away and replaced it with his own. He moved his hand in three quick tugs and Draco came and Harry followed him with a groan. He slid his softening cock out and replaced it with two fingers, owning Draco completely. Draco whimpered and pushed back onto him, his soft insides fluttering against him.
"Mine," he whispered, massaging the overstimulated gland. Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he convulsed around Harry's hand.
"Harry," Draco cried as Harry tugged on Draco's still hard cock. He continued with the assault on Draco's senses, as Draco muttered his name on repeat, a mantra or a prayer. He licked Draco's nipples, bit his lips, sucked a ring of bruises around his neck, all the while touching him inside and out.
"Come for me." Draco arched into him with a hiss and Harry carefully withdrew his hand. He cleaned them both and pulled Draco close.
"My beautiful dragon," he whispered. Draco practically purred and fell asleep in his arms.
Lucius
When Lucius awoke he couldn't see a thing. He couldn't move. He couldn't feel his magic. All of these things were acceptable. All of these things were something he'd played at with Harry and were not cause for panic.
However, he couldn't feel Harry. Not the magical connection, nor the person, and something made him suspect that this was not one of their games. And that certainly was a cause for panic.
He wasn't sure how long he'd lain there when a flash of light made him wince. He was lying in a warded cellar and someone had opened the door. More importantly, someone was about to step through the wards. He concentrated on sending a pulse of magic to Harry the moment the wards were disrupted. The person stepped through and Lucius squinted up at them. Red hair… he grimaced. A Weasley. Another man appeared behind him and he sent another pulse of magic to Harry, hoping it would be enough. If Harry bothered to come. If this was a nationwide rebellion Lucius Malfoy was not the one Harry would be coming to save. He might decide it too much trouble regardless.
"How did he do it?" Weasley demanded.
Lucius remembered Harry mentioning that he had four followers who were Weasley. This must be the third, or the sixth.
"Ronald?" he hazarded a guess. Weasley gaped at him, then kicked him in the stomach. Lucius groaned, his bonds preventing him from recoiling.
"Tell us how he did it. I know it's his fault the Muggles found us. How?"
Lucius refrained from rolling his eyes.
"What have you done?" said the man behind Weasley. "Are you mad? Ron, this is insane. I know you're not happy with your lot but if you're right that he's part of Potter's inner circle then he'll come for him, and you'll regret it. Besides – this is wrong! Even if he is a Malfoy."
"Quite right, Seamus," Harry said from his left. Lucius jerked in surprise and the other two men stumbled back. "For that, I won't kill you." Harry flicked his hand and Lucius was freed. His wand was summoned from Weasley's person and placed in Lucius' hand. He staggered to his feet, clutching his wand, glaring at Weasley and Seamus, so, so grateful Harry had come. He risked a glance at Harry. He was glorious in his battle gear, dragonhide armour moulded to his every muscle. His eyes were cold, and the room echoed with the fury of his magic. Weasley was red with anger and Seamus was on his knees, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Lord Potter, I'm so sorry, I had no idea what he was doing."
"Look at me." Harry caught Seamus' eyes. "Legilimens."
Seamus moaned and shuddered, until Harry released the spell with a scoff.
"Crucio," Harry growled and they both screamed. Harry released the curse on Seamus. Weasley still writhed upon the floor.
"You're lucky you aren't lying," Harry murmured. "Get out! Don't even think about the name Ron Weasley again. You'll regret it."
Seamus scrambled up the stairs. Harry released the curse on Weasley and bound him, then turned to Lucius. Harry inspected every inch of him before nodding to himself.
"Want a go?" he asked, brow raised. Lucius shook his head. Harry flicked his wand and Weasley disappeared. He extended his arm to Lucius. Lucius took it and they Apparated into Lucius' rooms. The moment they were safe Harry moved to him, eyes filled with concern.
"Are you okay?" Harry muttered, running his arms over every inch of Lucius he could reach. Lucius sagged, sitting on the bed, holstering his wand. He'd not been injured, but he'd not realised how much he depended on the gentle brush of Harry's magic against his.
"I am now," he replied, then grimaced at how that sounded.
"How dare they?" Harry growled, his magic wild and angry.
"Harry," Lucius said. Harry blinked and his magic calmed instantly. He drew closer, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
"That's the first time you've not called me 'my Lord'," he remarked, and laughed. Lucius winced and Harry snapped his fingers.
"Hey, I've given you permission to use my given name in private, that wasn't an admonition."
Lucius chanced a smile.
"Fuck. When I lost your magical signature." Harry shook his head. He cradled Lucius' face in his hands and kissed him carefully before withdrawing.
Lucius pulled him closer.
"I want it," he said, shivering at Harry's touch. Harry's fingers danced over him, ridding him of his clothes and sliding over him. He turned them on their side and took both their cocks into his grip. He laced his spare hand with Lucius', fingers interlocking. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Lucius couldn't look away from Harry's alluring eyes. He sighed with pleasure, reaching his peak then falling over it with a gasp, swiftly followed by Harry murmuring his name. He closed his eyes, exhausted by the intensity of the moment and the terror of his experience and quickly drifted asleep.
Harry
Harry had heard whispers. The floated, like dandelion seeds on the breeze, never quite settling. Irregardless, just the mention of the Order of the Phoenix was enough to put Harry on edge. He called a meeting of his most faithful; Lucius, Draco, Hermione, Fred, Cedric, Daphne, Neville and Augusta.
"Does Severus Snape still work at Hogwarts?" he asked after explaining the situation. Hogwarts was one of the few places they'd not managed to bring to Haven. Dumbledore had refused to leave, the castle couldn't be uprooted, and frankly Harry wasn't bothered to try as it was hidden and secluded from Muggles. Each year fewer students attended, instead choosing one of his schools, which were far more open minded. There were several options to pick from, whether it be boarding, day schools, or universities.
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius murmured.
Harry hummed. Severus, like all ex-Death Eaters, had been marked to prevent explicit betrayal against him, but frankly Severus' mark had far more leeway than the others, originating from Harry's respect for the man in his previous lives. He'd have to tighten the metaphorical noose and flip the spy back to his side.
"Ask him over for dinner with your family and I'll make an appearance."
Lucius blinked and nodded. Harry dismissed his faithful as he stood, a faint smile on his lips, thinking of the upcoming meeting. Severus was always fun to play with.
Harry
Harry arrived at the Malfoy home just after they had retired to the lounge, a faint tug of magic from Lucius alerting him. He was shown in by a smartly dressed house elf and strode into the room the moment he was introduced.
"My Lord," Lucius nodded from his stance by the bookshelf. Draco and Narcissa had retired, as Harry had only wanted to deal with those who had actually served under Voldemort. Severus leapt to his feet and Harry could see his hand straying toward his wand before he collected himself and bowed.
"Lord Potter," he was greeted through clenched teeth. Harry wondered how much it had galled the man to say it. When Harry had marked Severus after finishing school, the man had been furious to discover that sweet little Slytherin Harry Potter with Lily's eyes and cheekbones had been hiding a far more sinister side. They'd been cordial but distant since, after Harry had flexed his magic and overpowered the man.
"Severus. Do sit," he said, accepting Lucius' offer of whiskey and sliding into his usual armchair. He arched a brow at Lucius. "Do you mind if I have a brief word with Severus, while he's in my little part of the world?"
Lucius' lips twitched and he slid into the seat at Harry's right. "Not at all, my Lord," Lucius said.
Severus' gaze flicked between the two of them as he realised he'd been set up. He settled, not comfortable, but resigned.
"Now Severus, I don't know if you ever quite figured it out, but you had far more leniency in your little ankle monitor than the rest of your colleagues," Harry began. Severus stiffened but said nothing.
"I'm well aware of the position you played in the last Wizarding War, especially after my mother's death. Swearing allegiance to Dumbledore, promising to protect little old me, spying on Voldemort, etcetera." He could feel Lucius' intrigue. Behind the expressionless face Harry could sense Severus' occlumency shields rising, only his eyes displaying any emotion. Harry crushed his way through the shields, insinuating himself into every inch of Severus' mind.
"Hmm, not such a fan of me anymore, not since I left school and left my alter ego of potions prodigy behind. Acting as if I rule the world?" Harry laughed. "Well, I do, I hope you can excuse that. Not a fan of Dumbledore either, are you? Just trapped in a nasty situation. Then of course there's that niggling sensation that Lily would kill you once you reach the afterlife if you were to cause my death. What to do?" He grinned viciously and twitched a finger. The bindings on Severus' ankle tightened.
"Now, you'll return to Hogwarts as my good little spy. None of that double-crossing nonsense you played at with Voldemort. I'll know, and you'll die, painfully. I expect weekly updates, run them through Lucius, if you please." He stroked a hand over Lucius' cheek, then stood.
"Enjoy your evening," he said with a smirk as he exited the room. He concentrated, then apparated into Draco's presence. Draco didn't even blink with surprise.
"Hello," Draco said, his voice low and hoarse. He was naked, and sprawled across their bed, pale limbs contrasting with sky blue sheets. He lazily stroked his cock. "I thought you'd come see me. You like the power, don't you?" Harry shrugged off his clothes with a thought and insinuated himself between Draco's thighs, batting away his hand. He licked a stripe up Draco's cock and Draco hissed. With a thought, Draco's arms were bound above his head and a slip of cloth covered his eyes.
"You're a tease, my lovely dragon," Harry murmured, before getting to work, licking and sucking and kissing. Harry brought him right up to the edge, then stopped.
"The meeting went well," Harry said, sitting back on his haunches. Draco whined, thrusting into empty air, tugging on his bindings.
"Harry, please," he panted.
Harry stroked his hands up Draco's thighs, stopping just short of cock standing proudly to attention, and dragged his nails back down them. Draco shuddered.
"Oh Merlin. Fuck. Fuck me. Please." Harry opened Draco up with a spell and slid in, his aching body welcoming the tight heat as Draco groaned.
"Yes," he hissed, or Draco did, or they both did. They moved together, sweaty and hot and driven by desire. With one last thrust Draco shouted, and convulsed around him, and Harry followed him right over. He released the bonds, cleaning them both and drew Draco close, letting sleep fall over the both of them.