WARNING: This story contains child abuse, rape, and torture. If you can't stand even one than do not read this fic! Also, this fic is going to take a while to set up so please have patience.
I do not own anything Harry Potter related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastics Inc, Warner Bros., and any other entities involved. Nor do I own "Scenes" by Burlap to Cashmere.
Boom!
Now I have seen the glory,
And you will see the fun.
And we will fight together
Like father and son,
Cause I am done,
Yes I have won.
In the winter lies a naked man,
With a horse and a gun,
I shall never see his face again,
Cause I am done.
Now boy you know the story,
Fight and you shall win.
And if you role the dice right,
You'll be the next of kin.
Cause I am done.
Yes, I have won…
In the winter lies a naked man,
With a horse and a gun,
I shall never see his face again,
Cause I have won.
Yes I have won.
Yes I…
We're going to take over the world!
We're going to take over the world!
We're going to take over the world! …
(Fire at will!)
We're going to take over the world!
We're going to take over the world! …
(We're going to take over the world!)
- Burlap To Cashmere "Scenes"
Previous Scene's End: (Tom's POV)
"What do you see, my beloved?" Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as her lips press into my thigh with a light kiss.
"Two birds will be your prize."
Slowly her hands trace up the sides of my legs and I allow my head to role back in response to her trail of kisses.
"Lucius, you have permission to move forward with the attack."
I heard the door close and Lucius' fading footsteps echo down the corridor outside my rooms, but my attention did not remain there as my beloved's hands reached their prize.
"A phoenix's dying flames are said to be so hot that they can purify all that surrounds them." Her whispered breath grazes across my sensitive skin and I barely hear the following words.
"So please be careful, my king, that I do not lose you to them."
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Ron's POV
A spell splinters above my head and I hear the aurora crouched next to me curse. His right eye begins to twitch and I can see his muscles become rigid. After a few moments, his still form shatters into a mess of ruby crystals. A curious part of my mind wonders what spell he had been hit with, but I quickly push the distraction aside.
Looking to my right, I search out Hermione's form, assuring myself of her well being. She sits crouched behind a pile of rubble, her lips tightly pressed together in grim determination. I frown as she casts another spell; the possibility of her death corrupted any glory her present state of being may claim. I could not lose her.
"Herm, we have to retreat!" My voice is coarse from the abuse of the battle and I fear she didn't hear me for a glare was her only response.
"Dammit, Herm, if we don't retreat we'll be slaughtered!"
She briefly glances away from the death eaters taking shelter behind a book store and I can see acceptance of what may come in her muddy eyes.
"No." whispers across her lips soon to be snatched away by the battle clamor.
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Daily Profit: June 29
Battle of Knockturn Alley.
By Rita Skeiter
On June 28 at 10 in the morning Auroras, supported by the Order of the Phoenix, engaged in battle with a large group Death Eaters. While it is not certain what the particular goal of the Death Eaters were, the Aurora department did receive prior intel describing illegal activity that was to take place in Knockturn Alley that morning. When the auroras arrived on the scene they were quickly ambushed by an unexpected group of Death Eaters. Though the Order of the Phoenix did arrive in time to assist in battle, the consequences were quite high. Up to 16 people are reported dead, of which there were 4 civilians, 3 members of the Order of the Phoenix, and 9 Auroras.
More alarming, was the noted presence of an unknown spell, currently being referred to as the "Red Crystal." Almost, half of the dead were reported to have shattered into ruby like stones. While the Ministry is hard at work attempting to identify this spell, little to no head way has been made. The Minister asks that if any citizen has information on the "Red Crystal" that they report to the Ministry immediately. For further information on this spell please look to page 3. Unfortunately, the bodies of the "Red Crystal" victims are unidentifiable. Relatives of the victims have been asked to remain patient as the Ministry analyzes the remains in an attempt to identify the bodies.
Among the "Red Crystal" victims were the war heroes Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. These two, as well as Harry Potter, left their education at Hogwarts early, around last Halloween, so as to assist in the war effort. Little is known about Harry Potter's secret work to defeat He-who-must-not-be-named, but Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley have been on the front lines protecting wizarding citizens from the Death Eater threat ever since they left school. While, the Minister was originally uncertain about the Wizmot's choice to lift the under age magic ban from these three students, he now wishes to honor both Ron Weaseley and Hermione Granger with an Order of Merlin second class.
The Wizarding populace will certainly morn the loss of these two upstanding citizens and we can only hope that others will step into their shoes to protect us.
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Harry's POV
I didn't know how much more I could take. The family was stressed, I could tell that much, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it; not a damn thing I could do to protect myself. No one mentioned their previous disappearance and I wasn't going to ask. It wasn't my fucking problem and, for once, I wasn't going to make it my problem—not for them anyways.
The days were a hell of—well they were just a fucking hell perpetuated by an ever present silence that never alleviated for one damn moment. I was fucking sick of it. Needless to say, I eagerly accepted the excuse Aunt Petunia provided to leave when she yelled at me for forgetting to pick up Dudley's favorite snacks.
The night air was heavy but comfortable; a good match for the luminescent moon light and dying metal halite street lamps. Slowly I forced my muscles to relax one by one as I waited for Malfoy's arrival. You'd think that the brand fucking new cushioning charms on the bench would help, but they just made it worse, like I almost expected Vernon to materialize at the edge of the clearing just because I'm sitting on a bench.
Fuck, I'm pathetic.
Groaning in annoyance at my own traitor of a mind, I harshly brush my hand through my hair, ripping at the roots in hopes of beating some sense into myself. Hell, you always hear about how a knock to the head can cause mental damage, maybe I'm fucked up enough that it might even fix me.
"Please Bastard, show some decorum" a smooth voice drawled out from behind me. Snarling, I turn towards Malfoy, my body rising off of the bench in challenge. He merely sneers at my animalistic behavior.
"Perhaps, I should save myself from your painfully barbaric nature and leave?"
His comment takes me aback for a moment, and I am able to step back from some ledge. Don't ask me what ledge cause I have no fucking clue.
"No, sorry" I mumble. Running a hand through my hair, I collapse back onto our rickety bench. He nods before throwing a newspaper in my lap and taking a seat himself.
"Read this." He said before continuing with a note of distain, "and try to limit yourself to an appropriately controlled emotional response."
I snarl at him once more before looking down at the newspaper with a frown. Truth be told, I didn't really know what to expect. Part of me hoped that the paper spoke of a rise in power for the light, another part of me begged for it to be nothing worse than another genocide, but the rest of me feared for what was really there.
"Dead?"
There was no answer.
"De—" The plea stopped in my mouth as if I thought I could prevent the truth by not speaking it. Shuttering, I closed my eyes and grasped at my own shriveling body. I kept telling myself to hold it together. I couldn't lose it like this. Not again, and not in front of Malfoy. I took deep breath before releasing it, all the while telling myself that it had not shuddered or whimpered out of me.
"Control yourself, Bastard." The sneering words cut through my mind and for a moment the chaos recedes. I glance up at steel grey eyes partially afraid of what I'd find, but all that was there was blessed calm, as if he was speaking of nothing more than the weather right now.
"Panic will do nothing for them or you."
I nod shakily, letting the fear leak out from my pores and in its place I could feel the grief and knowledge that the two people who had always supported me were now gone. Utterly overrun with emotions I couldn't even begin to name, I allowed my head to fall back against the bench and told myself that Malfoy didn't see my tears.
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Draco's POV
I look away for a while, letting my gaze fall onto the sky as my mind flowed into a much appreciated empty state. The Gemini brothers were out once more, I noted with a detached air. Finally, the shuttering breaths next to me even out and for a moment I wonder if the golden boy had fallen asleep. I snort in derision at my own thoughts, bloody golden boy my ass.
"We had been fighting." He murmurs. I lift an eyebrow, but show no other outward response.
"They were always trying to run my life. Tell me what I should do. What Dumbledore wanted me to do." He pauses for a moment, collecting himself before continuing. "They never fucking listened to me! And yet," his breaths begin to quicken again as panic creeps into the edges of his countenance. Luckily, a quick glare is more then enough to keep him under control. "And yet, I still loved them. They were the only ones who cared, no mater how messed up that care was."
A few minutes pass and I wonder if I should say anything, but eventually a breathless sentence leaves him. "The last words I ever spoke to them were 'fuck off.'"
I snort, "Elegant as always, Bastard." He sends me an unheated glare. I sigh, knowing it was time to distract him and since the article had brought up quite a few questions, I might as well ask one.
"The article said that you have been on a secret mission since Halloween, why then..."
"Why am I here?"
I nod in answer.
"Dumbledore believes that only I can defeat Voldi." He pauses, a sneer similar to my own making its way onto his face, "It wouldn't due to risk his weapon by using it before he needs it. So, here I am." Anger clouds his features. "Herm and Ron were sent to the front fucking lines to die while I was left here to rot, for my own protection of course."
"Fuck them, Bastard." Potter glares at me, but I continue anyways, "They didn't deserve you. They didn't give a damn about you and if they had then you wouldn't be in this hell hole." I pop open a bottle of firewhisky, knowing that I would need it soon. Of course, it never made it to my mouth thanks to Potter jumping up and spilling it everywhere. I let out a few choice words while shaking my hand dry.
"Fuck you, Malfoy. What the hell do you know about it?"
I stop drying myself to glare at Potter. "I know that if they cared you wouldn't be here now turning to a future Death Eater for help!"
"I don't need your help!"
"Really, Potter, then what do you call this?"
"I call this a fucking mistake!" Shocked, I watched Potter cross to the edge of our clearing, hatred once more controlling his movements.
"Fine! Run away, you fucking child! But remember, that you're never going to be anything more than a child that is so afraid of simple fucking shadows on a wall that you will never let yourself live."
He pauses, the tenseness of his muscles making me think about my own sanity for saying such a thing. "And you Malfoy? What the hell are you?"
I hate him in that moment, hate him for asking that. Fuck, I don't want to answer, but I'm unable to face the alternative. Finally, I let my head drop in a way that would have had me disowned. "I am the same."
His eyes widen, and I can almost pretend that he is sputtering in a most unbecoming way. Eventually, he kicks his legs out and sits in a parody of a relaxed position. "Well, fuck."
I murmur an agreement.
"Now what?"
"What do you mean, 'now what'" I sneer in annoyance.
"We can't just continue as we've been. Not now."
"Fuck you, Potter, I know my place and it's not here!"
"And yet, here you are."
I have no answer for that or his knowing expression.
"Let's run."
"What?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Let's run. Fuck the war. We don't need it and they can bloody well do without us."
"I can't my family—"
He interrupts before I can continue, "Consists of nothing but homicidal maniacs."
"But—"
"Come on Prick, imagine it. No Dark Lords to serve, homicidal fathers to be afraid of, or family names to live up to. It would just be me, you, and whatever we choose to do with our lives."
"Emphasis on the 'choose' I see."
"Of course."
I could imagine it and I wanted it more than anything else. The freedom to live and choose my future. It was like a sweet drug to my system that I couldn't refuse. But I didn't live in that world and as I stared at a broken hero with dull green eyes, I knew.
I would never taste that freedom.
"I can't."
"But—"
"No Bastard, listen to me. We don't live in a fantasy world where ducks frolic under rainbows and the sheep and wolves sleep happily together. Even if I ran my father would hunt me down and kill me for deserting and as for you—" I pause for a moment, hating what I was about to say, but knowing I had no choice. "You are the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord. Can your really abandon countless people to the slaughter?"
He stares at me, stricken. "So what? I'm just supposed to stay with the Druselys?"
I pause, thinking about my words for a moment, before choosing the simplest answer. "I didn't say that. Leave them if you wish, but don't leave our world."
I watch his eyes, looking for understanding that I didn't have a hope of seeing. Yet, apparently Athena was feeling gracious to her least gifted human, because Potters eyes cleared slowly as he recognized new paths that he could take.
"Help me?"
"Of course." He smiles for a moment before I continue. "But only until I'm a Death Eater, after that you will be on your own."
He nods with a new determination that I refuse to admit being happy to see. "How will I know?"
"My father will wish to intensify my training before he presents me to his lord. Stop trusting me when I disappear for more than a few days."
Harry nods again and for the first time in a long time I feel like a child with a new teddy bear at Christmas, even if I know that that teddy bear will be gone soon.
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Author's Note:
Wow. I can't believe this chapter is finally written. I've had the battle scene in my head for ages now. It was one of the first scenes in my head when I started writing this story. Anyways, just so you know, the only reason this chapter came out so fast is because my sister pissed me off and I needed to blow steam. So I'm sorry, but the other chapters will be updated on the regularly slow schedule.
Also, thank you MoonlitxPursuit for betaing my fic and protecting everyone from my stupid mistakes.
Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed the chapter.