Chapter XIV
The One Ring
HARRY POTTER: THE POOF
It is with great sorrow that we have to announce Harry Potter's response to our recent article. Outraged by our article on the morning it came out, Harry Potter is reported to cause a disruption in the Great Hall as one reliable source told us. Our source, a lovely Slytherin girl who wishes to be anonymous, have told us that Potter jumped on the Gryffindor table in a state of outrage and "starting raving like a lunatic about how much he loves boys rather than girls and going against all laws." The poor boy's poofness have indeed at this point taken control of his sanity and mind, causing Harry to freak out in such an outlandish and unnecessary fashion. With this unfortunate revelation we can only wallow in grief and look back on Mr. Potter's life for the signs we have missed.
We have to begin with a rumor that started when Harry came to Hogwarts. That rumor being that Harry Potter was supposed to be in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat was about to sort the young Potter into Slytherin House before it stopped and sorted Harry into Gryffindor after his pleas. Slytherin, as we know, is the House of the infamous You-Know-Who, who was rumored to have a close friendship with several males in Hogwarts. This obvious connection between Harry Potter and You-Know-Who is troublesome and leads to questions of him becoming a new Dark Lord. Is The Chosen One falling to the Dark Arts? If so can he be stopped by putting him on the straight path? Harry had a history of relationships and actions that are considered odd and "dark" including confirmed rumors of him being a Parseltongue, and a secret connection between him and recently deceased Cedric Diggory.
Two years ago, at the end of Harry Potter's Fourth Year at Hogwarts where he forced himself into the Triwizard Tournament Harry Potter has been spending time with fellow Hogwarts Champion Cedric Diggory (a Hufflepuff) who had a longtime girlfriend named Cho Chang. Shortly after the first task, Diggory has been reported of whispering to Potter to visit the Prefect Bathrooms saying "it's a nice place for a bath." We do not know what exactly happened in the Prefect Bathroom, but it can be guessed that Potter and Cedric met up during the time, Potter spreading his foul poofness towards the poor boy like a Dark Lord uses an Imperious Curse to get their victim to do their bidding. Cho Chang reports remembering Harry Potter staring at the couple during that year, even before the Prefect Bathroom incident. At the end of the year and Triwizard Tournament, Harry and Cedric were found together, Cedric dead with Harry crying over the boy's body. Was he crying over a dead lover, a lover that, perhaps, he had killed himself because Cedric knew they were living in filth? While both Harry and the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, linked the murder to You-Know-Who we may never know the truth. For all we know, in regards to Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, Harry committed a crime of passion and killed Diggory.
Next there is Harry's friendship with one Ron Weasley to consider, even more so with their apparent new friendship with Draco Malfoy. Potter's and Weasley's friendship started in their first year and could only be described as toxic with Harry's horrible influence on the boy, dragging Weasley into dangerous situations and allowing the boy to be exposed to gayness. Why else could they have a separation in their Fourth Year while Harry and Cedric practiced their foul, disgusting meetings? Ron Weasley was, at that point, completely lost to the darkness of Harry's poofness and fell into a tragic jealousy that blackened his soul. Their connection to Draco Malfoy, son of accused Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, only worries us more as it shows that Harry's fall to the Dark Arts is not only harming him, but everyone around him.
If Harry Potter is falling to the Dark Arts then we need to prepare. We need to consider the fact that he has already joined You-Know-Who and dragged his friend Ronald Weasley along with him. They must be saved from the Dark Influence, and Dumbledore is the only one who can do it.
"Here, look at this," the storyteller said as he passed the article around. "This was written during Harry's sixth year the day after the other article I've shown you all." He had already read the article out loud and wanted to see if he could get any reaction from it.
The children sitting near him looked at the article for a second before handing it off to the adults in the back. Sam gasped as she looked at the article and said, "This was real!?"
"Yeah, it was," The Storyteller nodded. A couple of the adults looked at the article and mumbled something about faintly remembering the article.
"But why?" Sam asked. "Why can't they just leave them alone? I mean—it's just horrible, yeah know?"
"I've lived through it, so yeah, I do know," The Storyteller said.
"And I'm sorry, but I'm confused," the girl said. "Is Adrian really a muggleborn? And the abortion—is Harry really going to kill that baby that's living inside him? I don't want him to kill the baby, please change it!"
"Sam you idiot, we already told you this is all in the past, it happened already," Tommy said.
"But still, can't he lie to us and tell us that Harry had the baby? It would look so cute I think—a little baby with two beautiful dads," Sam said.
Tommy sighed and muttered something about his dads forbidding her to their house.
"Anyway," The Storyteller said, looking down at Sam. "All of this is already done, besides the thing is not important. I've told you that I'll tell you exactly how Dumbledore died, as well as the False Lord, and that I will do. And you should know now that Harry did have the abortion. No if's, and's, or buts."
"How does the ring tie into all of this?" Tommy Finnigan asked, raising his hand.
"Well, for one it's an act of rebellion against Dumbledore, and a way for the False Lord to tell him that he has access to where Dumbledore is most vulnerable, his office," The Storyteller said. "Though, if you want I can skip to the very end but then nothing will make sense."
"No!" the Children yelled out. "Don't do that!" Flint said.
The Storyteller chuckled and looked out at his captive crowd. "Very well," he smirked. "You all should know that it took a week for Harry's plan to unfold, and during that life went on as normal. He ignored the articles, the papers, the constant letters that he and others were getting to warn about him. He ignored it all and, like Dumbledore, pretended that none of it happened. As you all remembered, he and Dumbledore had a meeting very soon after that his first meeting in the Room of Requirement. We're going to skip that, it's just them going through more memories of the False Lord as a kid, we've already covered that—"
"What memory?"
"When Dumbledore first met the False Lord, although he went by Tom Riddle then. This was the summer before Tom met Adrian; anyway it has been a week, see, and the False Lord contacted Harry and Draco. They've had a Healer who would perform the abortion. They were to sneak off late at night into the Forbidden Forest at the end of the week. There, they would Apparate to Malfoy Manor where the Healer would, well, do the abortion. It was a perfect plan, but as we all know perfect plans never work."
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Harry and Draco were in a deserted corridor. It was late afternoon, outside the windows the sun was setting, lighting the sky on fire with blazes of reds and oranges with pinks and purples skirting faraway as night slowly approached; the light intruded the corridors, reflecting off of the polished suits of armor and casting everything in a shimmering, moving glow or reds and orange. The boys smiled at each other as Harry leaned on Draco's shoulder, taking advantage of their isolation. Draco's arm was around Harry's waist and he pulled the boy up towards him, kissing Harry sweetly. They've kissed again, this time Harry's tongue darting into Draco's mouth as he played, arousing Draco to a dance for dominance, before submitting to the Slytherin. They've stood there, kissing for most an hour, the orange light turning dark as night overtook the dusk. When they've separated, they've wordlessly fixed their appearances; give each other another kiss, then separated.
Harry was thankful that he didn't run into anyone as he walked towards the Gryffindor Tower, not wanting to deal with anyone. When he said the password to the Fat Lady, he was met with silence as he walked through the portrait hole, his fellow Gryffindors giving him heated looks before looking back at whatever activity he was doing. He didn't want to talk to any of them. Harry made his way towards the staircase to the boys' dormitories, only to stop for a second and see Hermione by herself. She seemed to be actively ignoring him. Harry didn't feel like trying with her, so he continued to his dormitory, stripped, and laid in bed. He took his glasses off, and closed his eyes. He heard noise and thought that it was his dorm mate, which he was grateful that they all were either gay or supportive. Deciding to ignore the noise, it must be Ron or someone just coming in, he turned to his side and tried to sleep.
The bed curtains were pushed to the side and before he could react he heard a female voice said, "Sorry. Stupefy!" Harry felt pain in his stomach, then nothing.
When Harry woke up, he was in a daze. He tried to reach for his wand only to find that he couldn't move his arm. His vision starting to come back, Harry moved his head, groaning to see that he wasn't in his bed anymore. He wasn't naked under his covers like he was before, instead he wore a loose hospital gown and could barely move at all. It felt like he had no control over anything at all, he tried moving his arms, his legs, pelvis, anything but he couldn't; it felt like a ton was resting on his entire body, spread out to keep him from moving.
"Ahh, you're up, I am terribly sorry about this Harry, but it had to be done," a voice said to his left. He turned to see the blurry image of Dumbledore sitting in a chair next to his bed. "Ahh yes… one second," Dumbledore said. He moved and Harry felt his glasses placed upon him.
With a clear vision, Harry looked around to see that he was in the Hospital Wing, Dumbledore and Hermione by his side. "What am I doing here?" he demanded.
Hermione looked apologetic, still refusing to look at Harry. He turned to Dumbledore and glared at the man.
"Well Harry, it is about the baby that is currently growing inside you," Dumbledore said. "I am sorry, and I do not know your opinion on the matter, but it would be dangerous to have a child during such a time. We have to perform an abortion. Now you will be completely safe during the procedure, the potions you have already consumed are the make this process easier, it numbed your body and resists movement."
Harry wanted to scream at them, he wanted to tell them not to touch him, or to get away that he and Draco have their own plans for the abortion, but he couldn't voice them. He found that his voice was gone as an intense tiredness overwhelm him.
"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said. "But, it's for your own good—you'll see. It's too dangerous for you to have a baby right now—or any time really. I'm so sorry."
"Now we have brought a professional to do the operation," Dumbledore said. "Do not worry, I can guarantee you that she is the best at these sorts of things. Now, just relax and this will be over before you know it."
Harry tried to struggle, but whatever potion they've fed him seemed to take full effect and he fell into darkness once more. Dumbledore and Hermione looked at the sleeping Potter. Dumbledore checked to make sure that he was fully asleep before summoning the Healer. "I am sure that you know how delicate the situation is," Dumbledore said.
"I do," the Healer said. She was a squat person with dingy hair. "Don't worry Headmaster, I know what I'm doing, and I'm the best at being discrete. Now, if you two can leave so I can do my work?"
"I uh have a question," Hermione said. "I've read about abortions, and since Harry obviously doesn't have a uh birthing canal… how are you going to do it?"
"Well, I am going to have to quite literally opening Harry up and pull out the fetus," the woman said. She gave a small, knowing smile and said, "Don't worry miss, your boyfriend won't be changed in any way."
"He's not my boyfriend," Hermione said. "He's only my friend."
"Then your friend won't be changed in any way," the woman corrected herself. "Now please, out, out. I need time alone with our patient here."
Hermione nodded and left the hospital wing. Dumbledore stayed back, however, hovering over Harry. "Hopefully this will all simply breeze past us," he said to the sleeping boy. No hard feelings Harry, but this is truly the worst time for anyone to get pregnant." He smiled at the Healer and said, "You may begin," before leaving.
Left alone with Harry Potter, the Healer started her work. "Don't worry sir, after we're done you'll still have your penis and balls," she said as she waved her wand, the hospital gown disappearing and revealing Harry's naked body. She bent to the end of the bed and pulled up a bag. Placing it at Harry's feet, she opened it and pulled out a salve and several potions. She looked around and pointed her wand at a nearby tray. The tray floated towards her, and she placed the potions and salve onto them. Pocketing her wand, she took the salve and opened the jar, taking a small handful of the dark-green gooey substance and placing it on Harry's body. The salve landed on Harry's stomach, and the Healer placed her hand firmly on Harry's body, moving the salve around in slow, tense circles, spreading it around.
When the salve fully covered Harry's flat stomach, She poked her wand at the dark-green substance and watched as a small part of it turned black. "There's the bugger," she said to herself. Cleaning the salve off of her hands with a towel from the bag, she collected her wand from the tray as well as one of the potions. She poured the potion onto Harry's stomach, aiming it at the black spot, and then quickly casted a severing charm. Harry's tummy opened up, revealing his innards to the Healer. Blood started pouring out, but with another tap of her wand, it slowed to a more manageable pace. Taking the second potion, she took her wand and coated it's tip. Rolling the edge of her wand on the bleeding wounds, the Healer watched as the bleeding came to a complete halt as the sides closed in, a temporary layer of skin covering the exposed middle. Looking down at the womb, she noted the age of the barely human-looking fetus. "Early, that's good. Thing's barely a human," she muttered to herself as she began the abortion proper.
Her wand aimed at the womb, she casted another severing charm, separating the womb from Harry's body. Moving her wand again, the womb, and everything it used to attach itself to Harry's body, disappeared, leaving Harry's body and innards that of a normal male's. She took the third potion and again dapped her wand in it. Sticking it in Harry's body, she moved in a circle, watching as the bones and organs that moved out of the way for the small womb move back into place as Harry's body absorbed the potion. With that done, she muttered a sewing charm and stitched Harry's body right up as if it had never been cut opened at all. The only evidence that an operation has been performed was the dried blood on the sides of Harry's body and bed. Closing her bag, the Healer sighed and walked away from Harry, towards the doors of the Hospital Wing.
"It's done," she said to Dumbledore and Hermione. "Now, I've left a couple of potions he should take. He will feel very weak so the left potion should revitalize his energy. There is the potion on the right, which will make sure a mistake like this will never happen again. Good bye Headmaster."
"Yes, thank you," Dumbledore nodded. The Healer walked past them and down the corridor as Hermione and Dumbledore moved into the Hospital Wing. Harry was still sleeping. Dumbledore looked at the two potions and then at Harry. "So it is done. Miss Granger, I would like it if you stay here during the night with Harry.
"Of course sir," Hermione said.
"Good. I will be in my office then. Make sure that Harry takes those potions Miss Granger, it is important to his health. Good night," Dumbledore said. He turned and left the Hospital Wing, leaving only Hermione and Harry in it. Hermione moved to the seat she was sitting beforehand and pulled a textbook out of the bag sitting on the floor.
It was past midnight when Harry woke up. Hermione reviewing the textbook and didn't hear Harry until the boy was practically sitting up. She looked up from the book and gasped, "Harry! You're not supposed to be sitting, you're very weak right now, you need to lie down." She moved to help Harry down, but Harry slapped her hands away and growled at her.
"How dare you," He said. "How dare you do that to me. Force me to undergo this stupid operation without my consent."
"Harry It was for your better good, Dumbledore—"
"No. You don't talk Granger, I'm talking right now," Harry said, his rage giving him energy as he stood up out of the bed. "How dare you and Dumbledore perform this abortion, raping my body without my consent. I don't want to hear your greater good bullshit Granger, cause here's the thing: Draco and I already scheduled an abortion. On Friday. We don't need your or Dumbledore's invasion to help us out."
"Harry—"
"No, I told you to shut up Granger," Harry said, "I'm not done. I just want you to know that I don't ever want to see you trying to get in my life again Granger. You're out, I don't care what happens to you, I don't care if you live or die, and right now I am really hoping that you die. You've read the newspapers, apparently I'm the new Dark Lord so you better just fuck off before I decide to make you my first victim."
"Harry," Hermione cried, hurt, humiliating tears pooling in her eyes, "Harry this isn't you. You don't act like this, I'm your friend—"
"You used to be my friend. If you were my friend you would be supported of me and Ron, but instead you're acting like a superior, straight fuck. So just get out of our lives!" Harry yelled. He watched as Granger ran away in tears, but he couldn't care less. Looking down he frowned as he saw that he only had the gown and his glasses. Not wanting to stay in the Hospital Wing any longer, Harry made sure that the gown was tightly tied in the back before walking out barefoot.
The stone was cold to his feet, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be back in his bed. The portraits he past were sleeping, the corridors filled with their snoring and grumbling as Harry stumbled his way through the darkness. He found his way to the entrance hall and looked around in the darkness. He had a choice, he realized. He could easily just run down to the dungeons and try to find Draco and spend the night in his arms, or he could continue his way to the Gryffindor Tower and reunite with his wand.
Harry stood there for two minutes debating on what to do before deciding that it would be better for him to have his wand, and be in his own bed. He began climbing the Grand Staircase, thankful that the stairs seemed to be sleeping as they all stayed still. Soon, however, each step seemed to be a force of labor as his anger left his body, leaving him weak. By the fifth floor, Harry needed to stop and lean against the banister for support. He was lucky though; there were no sign of Filch or his cat Mrs. Norris. Harry slid to the floor when he'd reach the landing of the sixth floor, completely exhausted. He couldn't take another step.
He heard footsteps and for a split second thought it was Filch when he heard his best friend's voice yell his name. He looked up and opened his mouth for help as he saw Ron running down the stairs, his prefect badge shining in the dim torch light. "Harry! What are you doing here?" Ron asked as he quickly helped Harry to his feet.
Taking deep breaths, Harry said in a hoarse, exhausted voice, "Hermione… Dumbledore… forced abortion… need bed."
"What, I don't understand," Ron said. "Come on, let's get you back in your bed okay?"
Harry nodded and leaned against the taller Gryffindor as they walked slowly up the stairs. Both boys kept quiet, the only sounds from the sleeping portraits and Harry's occasional grunts as he continued to lean on Ron, his arm thrown around the redhead's shoulder as Ron held him up. When they've reached the Fat Lady, both boys had a light layer of sweat on them. "Abstinence," Ron barked, waking the Fat Lady up.
The portrait scolded them for being out so late, but they didn't care, Ron barking the password again. With an annoyed huff, the portrait swung open, revealing the portrait hole. Harry was grateful that the common room was empty as he and Ron moved through it and up the stairs into the boys' dormitory. The rest of the Sixth year boys were fast asleep as Ron helped Harry into his bed. Sitting on the edge of it, Ron said, "Are you feeling better now Harry? Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Hermione jinxed me," Harry said. "She stunned me and somehow got me to the Hospital Wing where she and Dumbledore gave me an abortion."
"What?" Ron said loudly. "She did what?"
"I told you, she stunned me—look Ron, I was pregnant. Draco and I both decided that right now, because of what's happening and how old we are, is not the best time for a baby. We scheduled an abortion that was supposed to be at the end of the week. We've paid several hundred Galleons for it," Harry said.
Ron just stared at Harry, shocked. "Harry…mate…" Then, for the first time Harry could remember, Ron hugged him. Harry gripped onto Ron's body, using him as an anchor as he started to cry. "It was awful," Harry said, "Just the thought—Dumbledore and Hermione and whoever else they've got to help do it—it's just awful. Draco and I were supposed to do it, we had the appointment we've picked out wizard, he is the best Healer money can pay for. But Dumbledore and Granger just fucked it up!" Tears stained Ron's robes but he didn't care. The other boys started to wake up, looking around confused as Harry continued to cry.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"Is Harry okay?" Neville asked.
"It's okay," Ron muttered, "Just go back to sleep." The Gryffindors frowned, but nodded, closing their bed curtains. "Harry… calm down mate it's okay. We'll get back at them."
"I know we will," Harry said. "But just the thought makes me so… so angry, so frustrated I just—Agh!" Harry screamed in Ron's chest, using Ron's body to muffle the noise. Ron continued to hug his friend and smiled. "I think I get it now, why Draco and Blaise call us their Babies."
"Why's that?" Harry asked, wiping away his tears with his wrist.
"Easy, we need them to take care of us when we're like this," Ron smirked. "Why else do you think I call Blaise 'Daddy'?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh and looked at Ron. "Really? You guys do that?"
"It's hot… and I like it," Ron blushed. Harry snorted and Ron grinned. "Feeling better?" he asked softly.
"Yeah… can you just do me a favor?" he asked.
"Sure, what do you need?" Ron asked.
"Just watch over me until I fall asleep, and when I am, don't forget to lock the door, I don't want any more intruders." Harry said.
Ron snickered and said, "Yeah, of course Harry." Harry whispered a thank you and took off his glasses, placing them on his nightstand. Ron continued to sit on the edge of Harry's bed and waited quietly as Harry moved under the covers, taking off the hospital gown and throwing it out of the side of his bed. Harry moved so his back was to Ron and he closed his eyes to sleep.
Ron waited twenty minutes, not daring to move until he was sure his friend was asleep. When he heard Harry's soft snores, Ron gently moved off of the bed and pointed his wand at the door. "Colloportus," he whispered, the door magically locking itself. Satisfied that his friend was safe, and the door was locked Ron slipped into his own bed, fall asleep before he had time to change.
The next day Harry went to search for Draco. He found his boyfriend in the Great Hall, eating breakfast with Blaise and Adrian. As soon as Draco saw his expression, he stood up and quickly made his way to Harry. Ignoring everyone around them, Draco asked, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"It's gone," Harry said. "The baby's gone. Come on," Harry pulled Draco with him out of the Great Hall, leaving behind them whispers. Outside in the entrance hall, Harry said, "The abortion, I was forced to have it—Hermione stunned me in my bed and brought me to the Hospital Wing where her, Dumbledore, and some Healer performed the abortion."
"That bitch!" Draco cursed. "How dare they! We have an appointment! What the hell were they thinking?"
"I know," Harry grumbled. "It feels so awful… knowing they were inside me—physically inside me."
"Baby," Draco cooed, pulling his baby to him. "Don't worry Harry love, everything's going to be okay."
Harry just nodded and frowned. "Don't worry, I've already cried. I'm not going to again." He looked up at Draco and said, "Let's get Dumbledore's ring… today."
Draco smirked, "Whatever you say Baby. Go tell the others, alright?"
Harry nodded and they've returned to the Great Hall. Everyone continued to whispered as the two returned to their tables. Harry whispered to Cormac, Seamus, and Dean of their plan to do it today and sat down next to Ron. He told his best friend, who just nodded and they've ate breakfast in silence. When they were done, Harry and Ron left the Great Hall and loitered in the entrance hall. "You wait for the others and go to the Room," Harry said. "Draco and I will be under the Invisibility Cloak near Dumbledore's office. Cause as much mayhem as you guys can. And whatever you do, don't you dare get caught. Or even let people think it's from you guys, okay?"
"Got it Harry," Ron said. "Don't worry, everything'll be fine."
"Thanks Ron," Harry smiled. "And Ron… thank you… for last night."
"Anytime mate," Ron said, "We're best friends right? Gotta take care of each other."
"Yeah, we do," Harry nodded. Draco joined them and he and Harry made their way to the Gryffindor Tower as Ron waited for the others. Draco waited outside the Fat Lady as Harry ran into the common room, up the stairs, and back into the dormitory. Taking out the Invisibility Cloak and Marauder's Map and stuffing them in his bag, Harry quickly made his way out of the Gryffindor common room and back with Draco. "Come on," he said, taking out the Invisibility Cloak.
"So this is how you've gotten around the castle, my naughty boy," Draco chuckled as Harry threw the Invisibility Cloak and taking out the map.
Harry just winked at him and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The map came to life and Draco just stared in awe. "A map showing where everyone is," Harry said. "My dad made it with his friends."
"Amazing," Draco breathed. "Look, there we are!" He pointed to two dots named "Draco Malfoy" and "Harry Potter."
"Yeah, and look everyone's on the way to the Room," Harry said, pointing to the line of dots moving together.
Harry folded the map when they saw the line of dots disappeared and the two began their way to Dumbledore's office. Stopping before the gargoyle, Harry pulled out the map again and studied it. Seamus and Dean were running around the fourth floor; Cormac and Terry Boot seemed to be taking on the second as Blaise and Ron were doing the dungeons. Adrian was in the Slytherin Common Room. "What is he doing in there?" Harry asked.
"Getting some well deserved revenge," Draco smiled like a proud father. Harry just nodded and had to hold onto the cloak tightly as the castle shook. "Must have been them," he said.
"Fireworks?"
"Yup." The gargoyle sprung to life and Dumbledore ran out. Harry barely time to see that his hands were ringless. "The ring's up in the office, let's go!" he whispered.
The boys ran to the spiral staircase just as the gargoyle began to move back to place. The staircase began to rumble, and they've had to run extra quick as the staircase continued to rumble. At the top of the staircase, Draco had to jump to the door as Harry barely had time to open it. The Invisibility Cloak slipped off of them and onto the floor as they've walked deeper into Dumbledore's office. Looking around, Harry was relieved that they were alone; not even Fawkes the Phoenix was in the office.
"Let's get the ring, and get out of here," he whispered to Draco who just nodded. The boys looked around the office for the ring, Draco by the desk as Harry checked the dresser and drawers. Getting an idea, Draco grabbed a quill and said, "Harry, how freaked would Dumbledore be if he saw the Dark Mark on his desk?"
"Very, but I don't think we should try it, just look for the ring," Harry said, looking at some contraption.
Draco sighed and pulled the bottom drawer of the desk, making a noise. Harry turned to see Draco picking up a ring. "I think we've found it," Draco smirked. "There's the strange mark and everything."
Harry made his way to Draco and took the ring gingerly. Smiling at him, he nodded. "Yeah… this is Adrian's ring. Come on, we better get out of here before he comes back." Harry pocketed the ring as Draco quickly took a quill and piece of paper. "Draco, we don't have time for this!" Harry said, "Dumbledore's coming back! Hurry!" he said, checking the map.
"I'm almost done Baby," Draco said. "Get the cloak!"
Harry nodded and ran for the Cloak as Draco finished his drawing. "Come on! Quick!" Harry hissed. Leaving just the piece of paper, and taking the quill, Draco ran towards Harry and slipped under the cloak just as the doors opened and Dumbledore walked in. Dumbledore was mumbling under his breath; the boys moved quickly and silently to get onto the staircase before the doors closed behind them.
Not daring to make a sound, they've rode the staircase down to the floor and squeezed past the stone gargoyle. Still under the Invisibility Cloak, they've made their way to the Room of Requirement. When they were outside, Harry tore the Cloak off of them and Draco pulled Harry to his chest, kissing him aggressively and passionately. "We did great Baby!" Draco said, his mouth on top of Harry's.
"We did," Harry breathed, kissing Draco again.
"Come on Baby, we need to go inside," Draco said, showing restraint. "We need to show the guys in there the reward for their efforts."
"Okay Draco," Harry said. With a final kiss the two entered the Room of Requirement, rejoining with their friends.
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Dumbledore was confused. Chaos in the castle all at once, Fireworks going off, swamps appearing out of nowhere, and stone walls exploding into song and no sign of whoever done it. He was still feeling exhausted from last night, and he just wanted to sit down. Dumbledore moved to his desk and sighed as he sat down. Looking down, his heart almost stopped as he gave a surprised scream. There, sitting right in front of him was a picture of the Dark Mark. The green skull and serpent seemingly mocking the old man as it moved on the paper, the serpent practically hissing at Dumbledore. And underneath that, in a glowing, elegant script read "We are Everywhere."
A/N: Well, that was a bit too easy. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it!
Babyvfan: Was it hard to follow because I forgot to put periods because fanfiction doesn't recognize that I've pressed Enter twice when Archive of our Own does? And it's more a resistance group filled with gay people (and Neville and Luna) than a GSA thing but whatever.
MeroNiakeehl: Well, for one an abortion happened, and then Harry got pissed and yeah… all that happened.
Yandel: Hello there. And thanks, I'm glad I've got you frustrated that I've waited for the smut lol. Anyway, with Adrian Balk and Adrian Ashford, there really is no connection whatsoever. Adrian Ashford is a Muggleborn, his parents are jerks who left him at the orphanage and now he has two Daddies… two more if you could Draco and Blaise. All in all, Ashford acted like a red herring as I've moving things in the background for the main plot with Dumbledore and the Ministry. You're right that if Adrian and Voldemort would be related because of the ages they would be grandfather and grandson, but they're not. Adrian Ashford is a Muggleborn, and honestly I think it's better that way. As for the chapters being longer… depends.
Kigen Dawn: His what?
Jokul Frosti: Maybe, who knows. We might see Adrian Balk's death, that should be interesting. Just remember that whatever I show you, the Storyteller shows the kids. Just not in that much details though…
CursedRaven: I'm glad you're excited!
AnnaMerteuil: How to turn a torture scene into a romantic one? Simple use romantic language. Also have the character being into that stuff. There's a small reason why we don't see those two bang.
Kilgarrahisadouche: Just imagine what I'll do to make Voldemort not only sexy, but lovable with him, say, paired with Harry? But seriously, thank you SO much for the compliment.