Soul Servant

By Raneynr Lerrqu

Rating: NC-17

Paring: Draco/Harry

AN: Part two of the Deadly Alliance Series, first part is Dark Seduction. The quote, "if you've a story ... getting caught" is from the book Trickster's Choice by Tamora Pierce. A LotR quote moment, too. Sorry it took so long for this to get written all! I've had the most evil case of writer's block. I'd write a sentence here and there, then every now and again erase a portion and rewrite it. Then repeat. Without it moving far at all!

"Do you think you're ready to take on your first mission, Draco?" Tom's voice inquired from the doorway of his room. Draco was sitting on his bed, packing his broom into its storage case; today was the first day back. Today he would confront Potter... Today he would own Harry.

"Yes, Tom, I think I am ready." Draco smirked as Tom walked into his room and placed his palm on Draco's shoulder.

"Take care and remember: gain his trust, earn his loyalties, lead him to our cause, we alone can heal his pain... we alone can resurrect those who have passed from this world—offer his return for Harry's eternal allegiance...you know what and how you must do this task to succeed but can you?"

"I will achieve our goal, master; I vow my life to it." Draco whispered; cringing as his Dark Mark quivered with the Malfoy Spell. Tom just nodded, kissed Draco's head, and then left. Draco shivered. I mustn't fail, I have to succeed...But, Draco smiled as he sent his last luggage to the carriage, I've already won the first battle.

Harry waited, silently by the entrance of Hogwarts. If anyone knew what he was doing he would be in serious trouble. Harry smirked as he saw some luggage being levitated inside, soon followed by the owner. He was cloaked and walked slowly with grace and slightly of majesty. Harry knew it was Draco.

"Malfoy!" Harry hissed softly, "Hey, Malfoy!" Draco veered towards the voice, seemingly uncertain of the owner.

"Potter, be quiet!" he responded, a smile tugging his lips in a small smirk. "The last thing I need is for Filch to come over here... What do you want?"

Harry smiled, "You're late..."

Draco's eyes glittered as he turned to look into Harry's own. "I am not! A wizard always arrives precisely when he means to."

Harry chuckled and leaned against Draco softly, "I never knew you were a Tolkein fan. It was a long summer without you around..."

"Are the arrangements made...?" Draco faded unable to answer Harry's confession.

Harry sighed. "Not until we can prove our claim—" Harry paused, "—which would take a lot of Dark Magic to pull off..." Harry knew that Draco was now a member of the Dark Lord's innermost circle.

Draco frowned. "Leave that to me," he paused, "we'd best get to the great hall before the Sorting happens." Harry nodded and fled, moments later Draco followed.

As Draco entered the Great Hall, he smirked. He sat down in his spot and closed his eyes; he didn't want to deal with Crabbe or Goyle just yet. He'd rather make his claim stick... He just needed to get his lord to help. "Tom," Draco whispered in his mind.

"What is it Draco?"

"I need a spell cast, I'd be traced if I did it here now..." Draco faded.

"What spell, Draco?" Tom's internal voice inquired.

"The soul binding spell...curse... whichever, I need it cast on me and Potter."

There was a long pause. "You know that it can't be reversed, right?"

"Yes, my lord I know. Just please have someone cast it within the next hour."

"It shall be done..." Tom's voice vanished from Draco's mind. Draco smirked and looked over to Blaise. He was arguing with Pansy about something. Draco cringed, Severus was glaring at him. Severus knew that he was the right-hand of the Dark Lord, and Draco guessed that Severus knew that even though Draco was at Hogwarts Draco was also on mission for the Dark Lord.

Severus could potentially be a danger to him and his mission with Potter. Draco sighed; looking across the hall to Gryffindor Table. Harry's eyes instantly meet his and Draco felt magic hitting him—could see Harry's reaction to the dark magic as it enveloped them both and made them partially bound.

Draco sneered as he saw Severus jump up from his seat and rush forward, potion in hand. He chuckled softly, there wasn't a potion strong enough to help Potter now... Draco shivered; he could feel Harry in his soul, writhing in pain from the initial casting. Severus' eyes panicked as he realised there was nothing he could do, only Harry's soul mate or someone bound to his soul could save him from the anguish that was attacking him now.

Harry tumbled to the floor, he started to scream. That was when Draco had had enough. He stood, gasping for breath, and started to make his way to Harry. Minerva and Albus screamed at Draco in unison, "Go back to your seat!"

Draco ignored them, Harry was in even more pain then he had been only a moment prior. Draco reached Harry's side and softly moved Severus' arm so he could get to Harry without interference. "Harry," Draco whispered softly, "Harry, snap out of it!" Harry just continued to thrash and scream in pain.

Severus glared at Draco and said, "To. Your. Seat. Mr. Malfoy." Draco shrugged and leaned down closer to Harry. He knew the only way to make the spell evident was to kiss Harry, at least at the present. Draco placed his lips softly to Harry's own, a black glow surrounding them. It was the evidence that a spell had been the reason for the pain—For the echo in Harry's soul was nothing more then Draco's answering powers to the binding spell.

Draco pulled away with a smirk in place, "About time Potter, I actually had to come and save you again... What did He do this time?"

"I'm not sure, Malfoy. All I know is that if you hadn't gotten to me when you did, I'd most likely be dead."

Severus stood and looked at Albus, who nodded. "Boys, come with me." They left and followed Severus into the headmaster's office. Albus was already waiting for them. He looked pale, the two boys decided swiftly as they sat before the desk.

"Tell me, gentlemen, what accrued in the Great Hall just now?" Albus inquired with a small frown.

Harry shivered as Draco responded. "Voldemort cast a nasty little curse known as the Spiritas Mortos."

Severus glared at Draco. "It is a spell that will separate the soul form the owner unless someone bound to the victim's soul stops it, or their soul mate."

Albus looked over at Draco, "And you stopped it?"

"Yes," Draco sighed, "I did. I have been bound to Harry for nearly two years, only recently has it begun to be difficult to hide; it is also hard to stay apart which is why he asked you about having arrangements made to have us sharing a room."

Harry looked down as he muttered, "Preferably in the dungeons, sir."

Albus and Severus blinked. "Why there, Mr. Potter?" they asked in unison.

Draco answered with a smirk, "It would be the last place Granger and Weasley would look for him. It would be safer for us to be around each other without insulting each other if they weren't near us. We do have to keep up pretences."

Albus was silent for several moments. "Severus, take them to the Chamber of Privilege; I'll have Dobby and Winky bring their things to their new room."

Severus glared at Albus. "You want to give them Salazar Slytherin's own apartment? Is that wise?"

Albus sighed. "It is what is to be done, Severus; now go."

The two boys fallowed Severus deep into the dungeons; they eventually arrived at a large oak door. "This, gentlemen, is the Chamber of Privilege. Potter," Severus said shortly, "say privileged in Parseltongue to open the door; then you may change it to whatever you like." Harry complied slowly; it was always harder for him when there wasn't a snake around. Draco smirked as the door opened and he entered eyes weary. "I'll leave you to unpack, I expect you to be to class on time tomorrow..."

Draco nodded and turned to look at Harry after Severus left. "Harry, it's about time we can stop with all the games, don't you think?" Harry nodded; a small sigh emanating from his slightly parted lips. "What is it?"

"How did the meeting go in the summer?"

Draco chuckled. "I had to kill my father, just like I thought. I'm the new Right Hand, just like we expected," Draco paused, but was unable to finish as Harry spoke extraordinarily soft.

"I want you to convert me into being a Death Eater. I want to join Voldemort; if only so I can kill Albus."

Draco gasped, shocked. He'd never expected this from Harry. It made his job a thousand times easier. "Are you sure about that Harry?"

"Yes, Draco, I'm sure. I hate Albus for what he's done to me, and what he had done to my parents. Had they not listened to him, they'd be alive right now; faithful followers of Voldemort." Harry paused to catch his breath and then he continued, "I've their journal, Draco. They say that they'd decided to join Voldemort, but the next day they wrote about how Albus had convinced them to stay away from him. They'd be alive today if they would have just agreed to stay away from Dumbledore's advice..."

"Harry..." Draco inquired softly, "I'm sorry." He walked over to his companion and wrapped him into a tight embrace. "I'll teach you everything you'll need to know and then we can go to an initiation." Harry nodded and kissed Draco's cheek softly.

It was nearing Winter Brake when Harry decided that he should be initiated into the ranks of the Death Eaters. Draco decided that he was ready for the ceremony. "Just remember Harry, if you've a story, make sure it's a whole one, with details close to hand. It's the difference of a successful lie and getting caught. This will be the hardest part for you, but keep that in mind and you may succeed." Harry nodded and started to pack his things. He was leaving for Christmas to spend at Malfoy Manor, despite what the Headmaster advised him. Draco said it would be three days prior to the celebrations when Harry would undergo the ritual.

Tom was sitting, surrounded by his innermost circle when he received a letter from Draco saying that he was returning to the Manor for Christmas. Tom wasn't happy that his dark one was leaving three weeks of separation from his mission but there was little he could do, since it was that day Draco would arrive home. He hoped, however, that Draco had put some thought into his premature return home because he would have to punish him if this decision had a negative effect on his mission.

Draco entered the room and glanced around quickly as he bowed to Tom. "Voldemort," he inquired softly before the inner court, "I have progress to report, if it pleases you."

Tom smiled, he had been addressed properly. "What is it, Draco?"

Draco looked up into Tom's eyes and said softly, "The mission you've sent me on is nearly complete..." his lord's eyes snapped, anger flaring at his presence but Draco continued, "save for the initiation into our ranks."

Tom blinked in surprise that was something he hadn't been expecting Draco to say. No wonder he had returned so soon, he wanted the initiation to occur before they returned to school; was Harry with Draco? "Has he accompanied you here, Draco?" Tom's voice was quiet.

Draco nodded. "He is upstairs, putting his things in one of the guest rooms." Draco smirked and backed away from the centre of the circle. "Actually, Tom, he is unpacking in my rooms; I didn't want the others to go searching for the mysterious newest member of our ranks before he's been welcomed. I thought it best to keep him anonymous until such time."

"That is satisfactory but remember I do have the tendency to being a very jealous lover..."

"Who said I'll be staying in my rooms, Tom; I had assumed you'd want me in yours. However, if that isn't the case..." There was a teasing note in Draco's voice.

"No!" Tom's voice said viciously, "I want you in my rooms."

"Then I'll go to my rooms and tell him that we'll have the ritual before Christmas?" He felt but didn't hear Tom's acceptance. Draco bowed swiftly again and than retreated back to the main portions of the Manor. He walked into his rooms to see them deserted. "Harry?" he inquired softly. There wasn't an answer. Draco pulled out his wand and advanced deeper into the labyrinth of rooms. He entered the bedroom and chuckled. Harry was asleep on the bed, his cloak thrown over him like a blanket.

"Oh, Harry…" Draco whispered softly as he sat on the bed. Harry shifted to look at him, eyes barely open.

"Draco," Harry whimpered, "Snape is trying to locate me… if he sees that I'm in a house filled with Death Eaters; Dumbledore will be on our tails in a matter of seconds."

"Then we'll have to distract him." Draco smirked as he spoke, removing Harry's clothing. For the sake of your plans, Tom, do not come into my rooms… I'll come to you tonight, later…

Very well, Draco, but I'm going to have to punish you for screwing him while I'm around.

Fine, fine, but it is for the better that I do so…

Draco kissed Harry deeply, thrusting his tongue into Harry's mouth and devouring Harry as best as he could as they were ridden of their garments. He let his fingers caress the lightly tanned skin of the proud lion, watching as Harry's head fell into the pillow behind him in bliss. Harry moved his palms lazily over Draco's shoulders as his body was softly worshiped. A throbbing sensation pulsed in Harry's mind and he cursed in pain.

Draco understood that Snape was scrying his mind again; fighting it would be harder unless he could focus Harry onto something more primal. Letting his tongue lap at the juncture of neck and shoulder, Harry moaned. The finger's on his back scratching lightly as Draco devoured the delectable skin of Harry's collarbones.

"Draco," his voice husked.

The blonde smiled darkly before nibbling on one of Harry's nipples. This action caused Harry to arch and groan loudly. Draco looked up into varnished jade eyes, begging to be completed. Draco let his hands trail down to Harry's erect cock and stroked while he tortured another nipple.

Harry's hands rose to clasp in the blonde locks, gripping tightly as his body was teased. "D-Draco…please," he begged, wanting release. Draco traced archaic symbols with his tongue as he slowly repositioned towards the pulsing organ. Harry was loosing the ability to care how he treated the boy as he shoved his hands, and the head they were holding, down to the level of his needy dick.

Draco glanced up and glared, slightly angered that his fun was hastened. Harry met his stare. The death eater shivered, he could see the potion professor in Harry's dazed eyes. "I'll never know how you can do this to me, Harry." His cock was engulfed by the warm, moist cavern of Draco's mouth.

Harry caressed the flaxen tendrils as he moaned deeply, feeling Draco gently scrape his length with his teeth. Feeling the boy under him trembling, Draco hummed as he suctioned, trying to take in more of the hard shaft. Harry gasped as he felt his lover's hand delicately trace his opening, something wet on the fingers to aid in the preparation.

"Oh, Merlin, Draco please…fuck me."

Draco messaged the opening more, inserting one finger fully and then after a few quick thrusts, added a second. Draco pulled away from the vibrating member and licked the pre-cum from the tip. "Impatient as usually, Harry," Draco murmured as he positioned himself at Harry's entrance. With a quick kiss to the lightly pouted lips, Draco thrust into his lover.

Harry cringed in pain before whimpering in ecstasy. Draco shivered as he held in place, feeling Harry in his soul; calling him to complete the bond that had started three months before. Draco moved slowly as he pulled nearly all the way out, before swiftly plunging back in. Ramming Harry's prostate with each movement, Harry's mind shattered throwing Severus away from the mind he was scanning. Both men felt the wizard tossed away but neither cared in the midst of passion.

Draco moaned, nearing completion. His hand wrapping around Harry's cock and bringing him off to the same pace he set for his own thrusts. Harry cried out and erupted, reaching his climax. Harry's walls clamped around Draco's shaft as Harry came, making Draco shiver and spill his seed inside the green eyed man. Pulling out reluctantly, Draco moved them both to the top of the bed and pulled his comforter over their sweat-glazed bodies. They slept.

Tom had understood when Draco hadn't come to his side that night, after he understood that the soul-bond had been complete just that day. It had only taken one look at Draco the next day to realise what had transpired between the two young men. Tom understood, yes; was he happy about it, hell no. Draco had been punished lightly for it, though Harry had felt horrible about it later, Draco had said that it hadn't mattered. It was something they knew had to happen, just as well they used it to put of shields for Harry's mind. The next few days had been uneventful for the most part. Tom had several death eaters working on setting up an initiation for that evening.

He knew that they were running out of time with the order, knew that Albus knew where Harry was and thus had to be suspicious about the known death eater who had once lived there. The son of Lucius Malfoy was, at least, a threat to the Boy Who Lived, at most, the instrument to the downfall to all that Albus held dear. The old fool would never expect Harry Potter to take that honour onto himself.

"My lord," Mrs. Zabini inquired softly, curtsied to the floor as she was. Tom sighed.

"Yes," he replied as he turned to face her.

"How many initiates will be attending?"

He smiled softly, knowing that rumours would fly when he answered, "One."

She gasped and stuttered, "J-just one, my lord?" He nodded and then turned his back, dismissing her silently. She fled.

The Order was becoming too confident in they endeavours against him, it was time to even the stakes again. Having the Saviour as his left hand would be the cruellest blow against Albus and the others that he could possibly come up with and without trying. Somehow Draco had seen his assignment coming and had managed to get Harry on his side well before the last summer had begun, but how was he going to face the Wonder Boy's boon: what would it even be?

Tom glared as he heard his private door open; shouldn't they know he wanted to be alone right now? "Tom," Draco's voice questioned to the seemingly empty room.

"What is it Draco?"

"I just wanted to see you," Draco paused, he had known that his master was feeling unsettled about something, "and see if anything I can do will help?"

Tom smirked. "No Draco, I'm just thinking about the future, any leader must. The only thing you can do is keep him on our side, the initiation will be soon, he needs to be prepared for it. That is your task, Draco, and also," Tom paused, "talk to him about his request."

Draco nodded as he retreated. There was plenty of time before the ritual that he knew he needn't worry about it. Harry had been prepared for it since before term ended. Soon it would be time for them to beginning to plan, the plan against the Order.

TBC