Disclaimer: I own naught.

Warnings: Slavery. Non-con. Angry!Harry. Violation. Abuse. Torture. Cannibalism.
Pairings: HP/lm/ss. VK/HG.

Rainbow Row
By: Replacement for the Stars

Chapter Seven:
Chambered

(O.o)

Hermione allowed her husband to pull her into the Great Hall, both of them pausing at the sudden sight of hundreds of supporters and bright, wild chattering, as if people were hopeful at Harry's rise to power. Harry's green gaze unerringly picked her out of the crowd and a small wiggle of his fingers beckoned her over, and now Hermione pulled Viktor to stand at Harry's side, purposefully ignoring Snape practically in Harry's lap and Malfoy in a bird-like cage next to him. Occasionally, Harry reached out and Malfoy would shake in rage, hands clutching and flexing into white-knuckled fists, but he would submit and lick Harry's knuckles, much to the amusement of the small group of recruits crowded at a respectful distance.

Harry waited for a while, toying with Snape's hair and adjusting the man's scarlet collar, and then he turned to Hermione and held out his hand. She huffily handed him the book she had spent the past two days searching for, and Harry absently leafed through it, resting the spine on the top of Snape's head. Hermione glanced over Malfoy and noted the odd way the man was sitting, as if he was uncomfortable, and the three scabbed-over notches in his right thigh, too thick and wide to be accidental. Harry nodded and then looked over his troops, the entire Great Hall quieting in a matter of moments. He dropped the book to rest at his feet and purposefully clutched Snape's hand, further twisting the broken and wrecked digits, causing Snape to go completely still and whimper into Harry's stomach.

"I have good news, my followers," Harry announced, and leaned forward, pushing Snape down to crumple dejectedly at his feet. "Today, we lose another potential opponent." The entire Great Hall burst into cheers and half of the recruits stomped their feet and screamed Harry's name. "Today, Draco Malfoy will burn in Hell." The response was exactly as Harry envisioned it: utter chaos, everyone cheering for him.

Hermione turned her head away and realized the knowledge she had been keeping from herself ever since she had first set eyes on the passage Harry had needed. A cool hand held onto her arm and steadied her; Hermione looked back and could only focus on the cool emerald fused into Viktor's lips, the stone Harry had gifted her with without telling her what it would do. But his dark brown eyes still burned with love, and they told her everything he could not, and Hermione relaxed, turning back with renewed strength. She had promised Harry she would follow him to whatever end, and Hermione Granger never went back on a promise, no matter how she wished to.

"Bring him in," Harry drawled, and the Entrance Hall doors creaked open, exposing three silhouettes against the suddenly bright sunshine. Draco Malfoy stalked in, followed by Bill Weasley and Remus Lupin, who shadowed the Malfoy Heir to Harry's throne before blending in with the shadows.

"Father!" Draco cried, and Malfoy stood up on shaking legs, reaching through the bars to his son. They embraced without hesitation, the only thing separating them the bars that enclosed Malfoy, and Harry watched idly, without concern; he had specifically told Malfoy he would be allowed contact with his son, for only a limited period of time, before he cursed Draco through the wall for touching what was his. He was still human, after all. Draco stepped back and turned to Harry, wand raised and his pale body shaking underneath his designer, personally tailored robes. "What have you done to my father? Release him immediately!" Draco bellowed, and Harry only reacted by placing his foot on Snape's stomach and pulling his pet underneath his chair. Snape latched onto his touch and wouldn't release Harry from his grasp, which was acceptable as long as Harry didn't have to move.

"I have only done what the world owes me, Malfoy," Harry rasped, and then motioned to the hundreds of his followers standing in furious silence behind the Malfoy Heir. "I was given a gift."

"A gift?" Malfoy sputtered, and he finally caught sight of Snape caressing the length of Harry's toes. "What the…Snape? Let them go, Potter!" Snape looked up so quickly that his vision blurred, and his entire small world emptied when Harry stood up and stepped out of his grasp. Had he done something wrong? Was he not supposed to touch when it sent those fissions of pleasure down the bond, curling around his insides and keeping him warm when Harry was so cold? Was he supposed to be in the cage with Malfoy?

"Let them go, Malfoy? You expect me, the one who sacrificed everything so pompous little gits like you could live, to simply release my only reward?" Harry's face curdled into something dangerous, something that Hermione had never seen before. "Take them, then, little Malfoy. See how quickly their entire body will burn when they are not in my presence, see how your precious father cannot move, let alone speak, when I am not there to order him, see how little pet Snape will starve to death because you think I do not deserve my reward." He motioned with an elaborate flourish at Malfoy, sitting death-still in his cage, and smiled, the look casting his face into something inhuman. "Take him, then, Malfoy. Go ahead, take your father."

Draco sent a distrustful glare Harry's way, and without a single glance at Snape, he stepped towards the cage and flicked his wand. "Alomohora," he mumbled, and the cage disappeared; Draco's eyes went wide—was Harry's skill so advanced he could create a cage out of locks? It was almost unheard of—but he rushed forward to look at his twitching, mess of a father. What had become of the tall man made out of stone from his childhood? What had happened to his father? He turned to Harry and looked between his father and the smirking green-eyed man, stained fingers creeping on ruined pads towards Harry's bare feet. "What have you done?" he breathed.

Harry didn't reply, only turned to idly look at Malfoy's crumpled form. "Have you anything to say, Malfoy?"

"Yes, Master," Malfoy spat, and looked to his son, ignoring the disgust gracing the pointed features. "I, as Lord Malfoy, do disinherit my heir, Draco Malfoy, and Banish him from my sight." Destroyed, Draco could only look to Harry's triumphant face and the way he lounged so comfortably in the plain chair, how he had so easily turned Draco inside out without doing anything. He escaped before he could see the sorrow in his father's eyes, and his father's final words to him were of passing the title of Lord Malfoy to Harry, as well as all of his assets and properties.

Three days later, huddling in the Forbidden Forest, a nondescript brown owl found him, and Draco clutched the letter, seeing the words as a way to save his world.