Another chapter is up and I have learned an important lesson. Never write through most of the night. It became an unreadable mess. But the good news is that I turned it in, in art and actually got a good character for the creative way I had decorated the page. I am just glad that my teacher could not read what I had written.
Disclaimer: Still not mine, but I put it on my wishlist and sent it to Santa Claus.
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Disclaimer: I am not rich and I am not even a narrative speaker of the English language. Thus we can conclude that I do not own Harry Potter.
Voldemort lay motionless in the bed, watching the sleeping Evan by his side. In his sleep his lover had turned around so his back was facing him. It was a tempting sight but Voldemort knew that Evan probably needed his sleep. Therefore he closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, too aware of the erection he was spotting.
Evan moaned, startling Voldemort out of his thoughts. The dark lord sat up, remembering the nightmares Evan had sometimes had when they were living in the cottage. He was surprised that he had not seen any of them before now. Usually they came when Evan was stressed or an emotional mess, something which Voldemort had not seen in quite a while. But Evan quietened and Voldemort popped himself down on his elbow. He did not feel like sleeping.
Evan turned over in his sleep, a bare leg brushed against Voldemort's as he moved in his sleep. Voldemort moved a little away so he would not wake the boy. Evan was one of the most restless sleepers he had ever gotten to met.
The black haired male moaned and Voldemort sat up with a sigh, not needing to be a seer to know that sleep would not be a part of his recent future.
Letting his eyes travel down Evan's body, which was completely free from the cover by now Voldemort let a smirk graze his lips. Evan's erection was standing hard and proud, dripping a little with precum. When Evan groaned again Voldemort saw him trust his hips as though trying to create some friction. Voldemort felt his own cock pulse with arousal and he had no plans on moving. There was nothing in the world which could make him give up the front row to this show.
Evan whimpered restlessly, his lips parted and one of the black haired's hands brushed against his erection. Voldemort silently considered if he should brush Evan's hand aside and let his own replace it.
Instead of following the instinct Voldemort wrapped a hand around his aching erection. His breathing mixed with the sound of Evan's and Voldemort stroke himself to an embarrassing quick release as he kept his eyes glued to Evan.
Voldemort bit his cry back as he came, his entire body tensed. He did not stop stroking himself before he was through the orgasm. At the same time Evan came with a satisfied mewl.
With a wandless spell he banished both of their mess. Now where Evan was calm again Voldemort finally felt like he could go to sleep. Wordlessly he grabbed Evan and tugged the boy closer until they were laying chest to chest and breathing in the same rhythm.
Voldemort rested his chin on top of Evan's head and smiled. Not far from the bed he could see the box in which he had placed the rod after using it. Perhaps he should visit the muggle world more often to see what kind of things they had he could introduce to Evan.
With that thought Voldemort closed his eyes and finally gave into sleep.
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"Are you sure that this is necessary?" Harry said while tugging the collar, trying to make it loosen a little. He yelped when Draco slapped the hand away. When glaring at Draco did not have the intended effect Harry turned to face Hermione who had come in after he had gotten the robes on. "Harry, you know how important this meeting is. And the people there are more likely to respect you if you look like you belong together with them."
"Even my best friend is conspiring against me!" He complained and let himself collapse into a chair, shivering at the disapproving looks Draco and Hermione were giving him. Sometimes they were a little too alike for his liking.
"Stop overreacting, Evan. Ms. Granger is correct. Those are powerful beings and people. They will crush you if they believe they can get away with it, and the dark lord will not be there to protect you all the time." Swatting Hermione's hands away from his hair Harry turned his full attention on the potion master who was standing in the doorway, dressed in his usual black robes.
Crossing his arms and refusing to call what he was doing for pouting Harry glared half hearted at the people in the room, including Severus who was only half inside the room. "Then why are you not dressed up?" Harry had a feeling that the only reason to why Severus was not treating him with some kind of punishment was because time was running out for them. He was well aware that it was not fair of him to take his nervousness out on them. But the only other option was to go to the meeting as he was now. And Harry doubted that he would be able to stop himself from doing something stupid if he did that.
"Because I will only escort you to the decided location and I will not take part in the meeting. Also I am only one of his followers, where you on the other hand are supposed to be the dark lord's equal. Perhaps you should start acting like that instead of a spoiled child."
Harry gritted his teeth but stopped himself from coming up with a retort. He guessed that Severus was right but it did not help with the nerves he had felt since he had awoken this morning. "Sorry." No matter what, none of them had deserved the way he had treated them and he was surprised that they had put up with him for so long.
At his apology Hermione's face softened and although neither Draco nor Severus were saying anything Harry had a feeling that they had accepted his apology.
"Now stand up so I can see if something needs to be changed." With a roll of his eyes Harry did as ordered. Draco had already done this a dozen times and every time it seemed like the blond found something which was not perfect. When Draco would be satisfied he was not sure but Harry hoped it would be before Voldemort knocked on the door, demanding to know where he was.
Thinking about his lover made a slight blush cover his cheeks. When they had both awoken the morning after Voldemort's birthday they had had another round of sex, this time without the rod since Harry had still been too sore after the last time. Not feeling like getting up they had laid in each others' arms and simply enjoyed the other's presence.
Before he had left to join Severus and his friends Voldemort had informed him about the meeting which would take place two days from then. On the same day as the students were to return to Hogwarts. Harry was surprised that Voldemort told him about this, even more when he found out he was supposed to attend the meeting standing by Voldemort's side. The dark lord could easily hold the meeting without Harry being any wiser. At the same time Harry was both nervous and exited. Finally he would be able to see just who supported Voldemort and they would be able to plan Dumbledore's downfall. Harry guessed that the fall of the ministry would go hand in hand with that.
Harry wished that there would be a more peaceful way to change the world they lived in. At the same time he knew that the best way would be to take it all down and then build the whole thing up from the bottom.
Blinking Harry realised that everybody seemed to be looking at him and he rubbed the back of his head, effectively messing up his braid. "Honestly Harry, now I have to start over with this." Draco stepped around Harry. "Unfortunately there is no time for that since we are already running late. We will leave now or else the wards around the meeting place will stop us from getting in."
"But Severus, I cannot let him go like that."
Severus cut off the blond's complaining with a quick sweep with his wand. Harry felt his hair set back in the French braid and sent the man a grateful glance. He was not sure he would survive letting Draco get his hands on his hair again. The blond could be a true menace when he wanted to be. "Now where it is done we will leave. Ms. Granger, I expect you and Ms. Lovegood to have packed and be ready to leave once I return:" The potion master said and walked out of the room with his dark robes swirling after him.
Harry hugged Hermione. "Be careful and do not hesitate with contacting me if you are in need of help." Grinning to Draco Harry grabbed his cloak and ran after Severus. He did not want Severus to leave him back at the cottage. Although it would be rather amusing to hear the potion master explain to Voldemort why Harry had not shown up when he was supposed to.
He easily caught up with the potion master just as Severus was on his way out of the door. "How are we going to get there?" Harry asked, already dreading the answer. "With an illegal portkey. This way neither the ministry nor anybody else will be able to follow where we are going." Cursing fate Harry followed Severus out of the cottage and towards the wards. Being so close to Hogsmeade Harry would not lift the wards more than necessary in case Dumbledore had someone to watch the place. The headmaster would be there in a matter of seconds and although Harry wanted revenge he was not willing to risk other's lives just so he could get it.
From the depth of his robes Severus took forth a rather anonymous looking quill. Seeing Harry's expression the professor said. "Did you really expect the dark lord to give us a muggle thing as a portkey?"
"Well, it is not like I have tried that many portkeys. It is just that I am rather bad with any kind of magical transport which does not include flying."
"Lily was having the same troubles. It is an effect of growing up like a muggle."
Harry stored the information away to where he hid all the other information he had about his parents. "If you are ready I suggest we leave now." Although he would never be prepared to use a portkey Harry placed a hand on Severus' arm. He guessed that there was no point in trying to drag it out. But the thought of Voldemort standing outside his front door with a whole army made him smile as Harry felt himself and Severus being whisked away in the early morning sun.
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The twinkle was gone from Albus' eyes as the headmaster of Hogwarts sat back in the chair in his office. Today was the day where the students would return from their Christmas holidays. A surprisingly few numbers had stayed at school this year and although there had been no attacks from Riddle it did not make him feel better.
The reason to his less than good mood was lying on the desk in front of him, mocking him openly. The Daily Prophet did not only slander him in its articles. It also brought news of the birthday party of one Tom Mavolo Riddle where several purebloods and high standing people from the ministry had been attending. Not only would only a few believe him if he told them that Riddle was truly Voldemort. But the man in the picture looking nothing like a wizard nearing his seventies. Instead Riddle looked every bit like a young pureblood lord with his green and silver robes and flat dark hair.
Albus' sneer grew when his eyes wandered to the second person in focus in the picture, the one Riddle was dancing with. The boy looked far better than he had done the last time Albus had seen him, but there was no doubt about who the smaller wizard was.
The Potter boy was staring at Riddle as if nothing else of importance existed. Albus watched as the boy was swirled around in a graceful manner before tugged back in the man's embrace. This was a whole other picture of the boy than the one he had watched at the Yule ball at Hogwarts a few years back. At that time Potter had been an awkward teenager with no idea about how to take a couple of steps without falling over his own two feet. But Potter looked comfortable in Riddle's arms. To an outsider it could almost look like the pair did not have a single worry in their lives.
The article praised the party, although it had ended rather abruptly. At the same time the journalist asked questions about who the wizard Riddle had danced with had been.
Setting the news paper on fire did only a little to make Albus feel better. He hoped that no one would figure out who the boy really was. Harry Potter was supposed to be dead and if people found out that it was not the case Albus was not sure what would happen.
Albus found himself in need of a brandy, a handful lemon drops and a good plan.
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Draco stayed near the window until he saw Severus and Harry portkey away. Behind him he heard Granger move around, probably following through with his godfather's orders. He guessed that Lovegood was either somewhere in the small cottage or out in the garden with Hubert keeping an eye on her. At least the ghost would stop the girl from leaving the safety of the wards or go into the potion laboratory. Draco fought back a shudder. If that happened Draco had no doubt that Severus would make real out of his treat of chopping them and use their bodies for experimental potions.
Shuddering again Draco turned away from the window, deciding not to think further about it unless he wished to lose his breakfast.
As Draco had assumed Granger was busy packing the rest of both hers and Lovegood's belongings. How two people could make so much mess over such a short period of time was a mystery to him. Quickly getting tired of seeing the witch trying to get the things to fit into the two trunks Draco mumbled a quick spell and flicked his wand. With satisfaction he watched how the things flew into their representative trunks. He did not need to check to know that everything was where it was supposed to be.
"What kind of spell was that?" Granger asked, turning around and to his surprise the girl did not look angry because he had disturbed her or over the fact that he had used magic when she was not allowed to do so. Rather she looked honestly interested, but the way she eyed him made Draco feel like he was a new species which she had just found wanted to examine closer.
"If you really want to know this is something we Malfoys take a great pride in. After all, one cannot trust another's houseelf and some things are just too delicate to be handed by a mere servant. Besides, this way is faster and I will not have to watch how you mistreat your things, especially those rags you call clothes." Studying his nails as if they were the only things of importance in the room Draco kept a careful eye on the girl. He wanted to see how far he could push her, especially now where Harry was not there to stop them. At the same time he remembered quite well the force which had been behind the slap she had given him in their third year. It had to be because of all those books she always carried around. That or he would have suspected that she had used some kind of spell to triple her own strength, if not because she was too Gryffindor to do such a thing.
"It is not like is a dark spell, it is perfectly legal. Besides, the ministry will not come running since I am being home schooled and I am therefore allowed to do magic whenever I feel like it. But I can only use dark magic when I am together with an adult witch or wizard."
"So those who are home schooled actually have more opportunities to learn something than those who goes to Hogwarts?"
The Gryffindor girl looked truly infuriated and horrified, half a year ago Draco would never have thought that she would be able to accept such a thought. "Yes, why do you think that children from a Wizarding family is much further in their education than any muggleborn and most halfbloods? We are taught at home until we reach the age for Hogwarts."
"But that is cheating."
"No it is not."
Granger crossed her arms and stared defiantly at him. "Draco, how would you react if you had to go to a muggle school and had no idea about what was actually going to happen once you arrived?"
"What a ridiculously thought, as if there would actually be a Malfoy born without magic, and stop calling me Draco."
"Then let us say that you lost your magic in some accident. And do not argue with me, because I know that such a thing can happen, it has already. Suddenly you have to fit into a society you know next to nothing about, and the only way you can learn anything is from books and everyone else is far ahead of you."
"Something like that would never happen."
"But think if it did. Try to put yourself in their place."
"Just how did we get to this?"
The question snapped Granger out of her lecture mode and she got a bewildered expression on her face. Draco was almost sure that it was the first time in years that Granger was clueless about what someone was talking about. At least if her expression was anything to go by.
"That is not important, but you have to admit that-" Not wanting to hear more Draco stepped closer and spun the girl around by her shoulders. When they were facing each other he noted that he was a few inches taller than her. Not much but it was enough to make a visible difference which was enough for him.
Continuing to stare into the girl's eyes Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips against Granger's. Instead of the quick peak like he had planned on, Draco tugged the girl closer and wrapped his arm around her, as if to make sure that she would not be able to get away from him.
If he had known that this would work so well he would have used the method to silence her much sooner. But who could know that a know-it-all actually could kiss so well?
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Harry landed on a hard ground and it was only his grip on Severus' arm which ensured that he stayed on his feet instead of landing on his butt. Closing his eyes Harry breathed deeply through his nose while trying to calm down his stomach. He had no need to see this day's breakfast again.
He opened his eyes when Severus freed his arm and only then Harry realised how hard he had been gripping the other man's arm. Mumbling a quick apology Harry instead turned his attention to their new surroundings.
Green eyes widened when Harry realised where they were and he took a step back, already prepared to flee from the place as fast as possible.
It was the sodding graveyard.
The graveyard had been place for many of his nightmares and despite the scenery being so different from that night Harry still felt his breath quicken as he remembered the night of Voldemort's rebirth. He was happy to have his lover back but it had been a painful experience and Cedric's death had been unnecessary.
Shaking his head to clear it from thoughts Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself. It had happened many years ago and he did not understand why he remembered it so clearly now. Now was not the time for him to sink down in his memories. "Do not act like a typical Gryffindor would, Evan. A new portkey will be given to you when you are returning to the cottage." Grimacing Harry nodded. "I will take care of myself Severus, Say hello to Luna and Hermione from me."
The potion master just nodded before disappearing from view. Harry guessed that Severus had used the portkey since the man had made it clear that one would not be able to apparate out of here.
Wrapping the cloak closer around his shivering body Harry started walking towards the house loaming on top of the hill. Knowing what had happened inside the house made Harry feel uneasy, it could also be an after effect of the portkey. He ignored the graves he passed. All of them were probably muggles, and even if that was not the case Harry doubted that he would be able to recognise the names anyway.
Reaching the front door and not seeing any sign of a guard Harry hesitated. He did not doubt that Severus had taken him to the correct location. It just seemed weird to him that such an important meeting was about to be held here and yet there was nothing to stop any intruders from entering. But Severus had mentioned something about some wards, perhaps he would have time to take a closer look at those later on. For all he knew traps were spread all over the place and he should probably be thankful that he had not stepped on one of them.
With that thought Harry placed a hand on the door handle and opened the door.
The hallway was unnaturally dark and Harry squinted his eyes a little in the hope of seeing better. Taking a careful step inside he flinched violently when the door slammed close behind him, leaving him in complete darkness. Before he could react hands closed around his waist and lifted him up so his feet were no longer touching the floor.
Unable to see what was going on and who was attacking him, Harry urged his magic forwards, using it to push his attacker away from him. Harry landed on his feet just as he heard the person who had attacked him hit something which broke.
Breathing fast and feeling like his heart was trying to beat its way out through his chest Harry stepped back until his back was pressed against the wall. His eyes darted around in the dark while he tried to figure out what was going on. Severus would not have left him if this was not the correct location. Had someone betrayed them then? If that was the case then who was it and what had happened to Voldemort and the others?
A low chuckle cut through his panicked thoughts and the light in the small hallway was turned on. Harry blinked several times and he turned his head trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. "You." Harry hissed nearly slipping over into Parseltongue when he realised who it was who had attacked him.
Lord Sanguini sat on the floor with his back against the wall with his face mixed with confusion and amusement, as if not entirely sure what he was supposed to feel. Next to the vampire pieces of what had once been a blue vase lay on the floor.
"So this is the little magical mortal whom you have been talking so much about lately. I see why he has caught your interest. Not everybody is able to defend themselves against vampires that way." Harry's eyes narrowed further when they sought out the one speaking. As far as he could judge it was the same who had been laughing at him when he had forced lord Sanguini away.
From the shadows what looked to be a mere child stepped forth. The boy looked like a person taken out of a picture from the Victorian time. The strawberry blonde hair seemed to make the red eyes a deeper shade of red, the only proof that the child was a vampire. It was not the same warm red as Voldemort's, or the bloody shade Sanguini had, although it came close to the other vampire's, only a few shades lighter. Although the child was smaller than him, he looked eight at the most, Harry had a feeling that the vampire boy was not someone to cross. He may look like a child but there was no way to tell how old he really was.
"Do not talk about me like I am some animal you can look at like you wish to." Harry finally snapped and he did not move as both vampires looked at him before sharing a look. "Only you would pick a human who holds no respect for our kind." Rolling his eyes while Sanguini was picking himself up from the floor Harry answered. "Respect has to be earned, it is not freely given."
"I told you he would be fun. Little wizard could you please remove the stick from my brother's arse?"
"Someone has to act like an adult, Sanguini, and since you, as the older of the two of us, refuses to do so it is my duty."
Confused Harry looked from one vampire to the other. The two of them looked nothing alike. Of course it did not have to mean that they were not related, one could just take him and the Dursleys as an example. Shuddering at the thought of looking anything like Dudley Harry ignored the looks the two vampires sent him. At least they had stopped bickering which he was thankful for.
"Anyway." The still unnamed vampire said. "We better get going since the last person has finally arrived." The vampire disappeared, leaving Harry and Sanguini together. "Well, if you will be so kind to follow me. I will take us to our destination."
Having only seen parts of the house years ago in a dream and having no idea of where the meeting was being held Harry decided to take the vampire up on his offer. When they left the hallway and stepped into a new room Harry stopped abruptly. "How come you are not burning up?" Harry stared at the vampire who was standing in a sunray, grinning at him. "It is a wonderful invention called sun cream. It allows one to be in the sun without being turned into ash."
Harry nodded but was otherwise silent as Sanguini lead him through the house. It looked different from the last time he had seen it. Of course it had been through another person's eyes and it had been dark at that time. But someone, probably the houseelves, had taken the time to clean up the place and throw out the broken inventory. Now the place almost looked liveable.
They reached what looked to be an old library. It did not look nearly as old as some of those he had seen before, but for a muggle one, he guessed it was pretty impressive. In the middle of the library there was a round table which made him think of King Arthur and his knights. If Harry remembered correctly the table had been used to show that everyone was equal, even the king. He wondered if that also was the case here.
Harry's eyes wandered over the assembled people. Fenrir and Remus were sitting next to each other on the other side of the table. Both were dressed in what looked to be their best robes and from the look on Fenrir's face Harry guessed that it had been Remus' idea. To his surrogate godfather's left two tall persons with white hair and pale skin were seated. The woman's pointed ears made Harry guess that she and the man to her left were elves although it was the first time he actually saw one. Harry wondered where he would be able to find a veela so he could find out which one would be the most beautiful.
Next to the elves Harry recognised Ragnok and what he guessed was supposed to be a female version of the goblins. Despite his work with the goblins Harry had never gotten to see a female goblin. If not for the clothes he would easily have mistaken her for a male. Sanguini had already taken seat next to the female goblin and to his left was the unnamed vampire and next to him was Voldemort.
Seeing that only one chair was free Harry walked around the table and sat down, only too aware of how much Voldemort and Fenrir were towering over him. Looking around Harry realised that the centaurs were missing. Perhaps it was for the best. Harry had a hard time imagining Bane inside a house and listening to their talks about the stars would only take up important time.
When he sat down a cup with a white substance appeared on the table in front of him. Being thirsty and seeing no reason to why he should not drink Harry tasted the drink. He placed the cup back on the table and glared at Voldemort out of the corner of his eyes. Trust Voldemort to make sure that he got milk, like he was some child or a cat. Voldemort reacted at the glare with an amused smirk. At least it seemed like the man was having fun out of this.
"Now where we are all assembled we can start this meeting. We are assembled here today because we wish to change the world we are living in. The ministry seeks to control us and I know that you have all felt this to some degree. Most of this is because of this muggle friendly politic." Voldemort said, effectively getting the attention of all the people in the room." Muggleborns and halfbloods are a danger to our society because they pass back and forth between the worlds."
Despite the many talks he had had with Voldemort about what needed to be done Harry felt himself tense. Until now Voldemort had not clearly told him what his goals for the war were. And although the man had been listening to Harry's ideas the green eyed wizard had no idea if Voldemort had taken them to him or not.
"They need to decided between one world or the other and reside there. If you work in the Wizarding world then you should not live in the muggle world. We are more powerful than them but should our world be discovered they have a higher number and technology which can stand up against us. It would be a witch hunt all over again." A look around the table showed Harry that all the others were listening with grave faces before turning his attention back to Voldemort and what the man was saying.
"Muggleborn and halfblood children with a muggle parent should be checked on to ensure that the muggles are treating them right. Humans act out against what they do not understand. While some might be living with happy families there are some which are not as lucky." Here Voldemort cast a meaningful look at Harry who looked right back. "Those families should be observed closely when we know a child has magic so we can make sure that the child is safe and well treated. Should there be any sign of abuse the child should be moved, either together with the other parent or taken from both of them and be placed with a magical family. Also the child should attend a school when it reaches the age of five where it will be brought up to the level of a child who grew up in our world."
Harry wondered how different his life would have been if the ministry had been run like this when his parents died. It was doubtful that the Dursleys would have passed those investigations. He could have had a normal, or at least as normal as was possible for him, childhood. And a school before Hogwarts would definitely have been better than being thrusted into a strange world without having an idea about what was going on.
"And just how should this change anything or ensure that we would not be exposed?" Harry's attention snapped over to the elves as the spoke for the first time. Harry was surprised to see that they moved in synchrony and even spoke as if they were one being. Voldemort did not look irritated at the question, instead it looked like he had been expecting the question to come.
"By including the muggleborns and halfbloods in our world there is a lesser risk of them returning to the muggleworld and therefore the risk of being exposed is much smaller than it otherwise would. But this is not something which can be done by the Wizarding kind alone. You will help yourself by helping us. Think about it, more people will be forced to recognise you for what you are when they see how you all help with protecting our world and the children. Instead of being faced with restriction and scorns everywhere you turn they will have to respect you for what you are and what you are doing."
Harry saw how the words seemed to hit home. The Wizarding world was placing itself in this situation by how anyone less than a hundred percent magic and human was being treated. And he would not feel sorry for them once the other shoe fell.
"While the words holds merits it will not help anything unless we find a way to crush the ministry."
"But even when the ministry falls we will still not have won the war. As long as Dumbledore is standing people would keep fighting against us. Despite what has been done to change people's opinion of him they still see Dumbledore as the defeater of the great evil. They will seek him out when they feel that they are in danger."
Harry sat back in the chair, trying to ignore the stares which were directed at him. "I agree with the little wizard." Sanguini said, ignoring the way said wizard bristled at the nickname, although Harry was thankful that the vampire had broken the silence around the table and taken the focus away from him. "The pup is right. The best way to ensure our victory would be to get rid of both on the same time or at least so close to each other that no one has a chance to be prepared."
"Why Wolfie, I never thought that a moon howler would ever agree with one like me." Sanguini baited Fenrir and Harry suddenly understood why they had not been placed next to each other.
"What, you mean a blood drinking pale and bald leach?" Both Remus and the unnamed vampire rolled their eyes and shared a look between them with a heavy sigh. It was clear that they had both been waiting for this to happen. Remus placed a hand on his mate's arm to calm his mate, but also to stop Fenrir from jumping over the table and attack the vampire. The nameless vampire stood up and took hold of Sanguini's ear. "Please excuse us but it seem like it will be a good idea to take a break unless we want a war to break out in this very room."
"I guess a break for quarter of an hour would do us all good." Voldemort agreed and quickly both Sanguini and Fenrir were dragged out of the room, leaving Harry with the elves, Voldemort and the two goblins.
Smiling to his lover Harry stood from the chair and walked over to Ragnok and the female goblin. "Evan, may I present you to my wife, Abgork." Harry bowed to the female goblin. "May gold always fill your accounts."
"And may your enemies fear your sword."
"What did you decided that you wanted to come to this meeting?" Harry was honestly interested. He had sent a letter to Ragnok the morning before he had ventured out with Draco to seek out the centaurs. Even if the goblin had said no Harry trusted Ragnok not to tell anybody else about this meeting or anything else. It seemed like he was right to place such a trust on his friend. "If more people stayed in the Wizarding world they would be more inclined to use Gringotts for their money instead of some muggle bank. Also most of us are tired of the way we are being treated. Wizards and witches alike tend to forget who it is who is protecting their money. This way Gringotts will be able to increase the amount of gold in our accounts." Harry nodded, not the slightest bit surprised by the goblin's answer. One could trust Ragnok and any other goblin to turn this into a matter of money and gold. That was somewhat the only thing they really cared about.
Feeling someone behind him Harry turned around and came face to face with Voldemort. Like himself the dark lord was dressed in black robes although Voldemort's were made out of a finer material than Harry's. But Draco had only been able to do so much with such a short warning. "If you do not mind then I will borrow my companion for the rest of the break."
At Ragnok' nod, Voldemort grabbed Harry's arm and lead the smaller wizard out of the library, through a third door which Harry had not noticed before now. Wondering what his lover was on about Harry followed the man in silence. Voldemort was walking in front of him, keeping his grip on Harry's hand gentle, but yet it was strong enough to make sure that Harry would not have been able to get away if that had been what he had wanted.
Harry suddenly found himself slammed up against a wall, lifted up so his toes were only just touching the floor. Warm lips claimed his and Harry only willingly opened his mouth when he felt Voldemort's tongue demand entrance. Harry placed his arms around Voldemort's neck while wrapping his legs around the dark lord's waist. Feeling Voldemort's hands wander up and down his sides Harry shivered. He had a feeling that there was something which he was supposed to remember but right now he found it hard to recall what it was supposed to be.
Breaking off when they both felt the need for air Harry rested his head against Voldemort's chest while he felt the man's chin on top of his head. "You know despite it having not been so long since the last time we saw each other it still feels like far too long since the last time we have been together, if you know what I mean." Voldemort chuckled, making the man's chest rumble in a pleasant way. "Perhaps we should just abandon this meeting and find a secluded place for just the two of us?"
"Do you really believe that we will be able to win the war without you?" Harry asked while letting his fingers play with the buttons of Voldemort's outer robes. While the man' suggestion was worth thinking about Harry knew that it was not a possibility. "Absolutely not. Without us there they would kill each other. You saw what happened in there, think about what would happen if no one was there to stop them."
Although Harry felt that Voldemort was exaggerating he nodded nonetheless. "What a shame." This close to Voldemort Harry could easily feel the man's arousal despite the layers of clothes between them and the dark lord was probably in the same situation. If not because he feared that someone would walk in on them he would have said yes to Voldemort's offer without a second thought. But the thought of Remus finding them was enough to make Harry determined. It was bad enough that Fenrir and his surrogate godfather had not bothered with a little privacy charm when Harry had visited them. And he was sure that he would never survive it should it be Sanguini. The vampire would never let him live it down. Of course that would mean that Sanguini would have to escape his companion before it could happen but Harry found it better just to be safe.
"But after this there is nothing which is going to stop us from doing whatever we feel like doing." Voldemort's deep voice cut through his thoughts and again Harry nodded, this time not saying anything. Instead he leaned closer to Voldemort, enjoying the closeness the two of them were sharing. He wished that they could stay like this forever and undisturbed although he knew that it was unlikely to be fulfilled. But that did not stop him from making the wish anyway.
He wondered how long it would be before any of the others would come looking for them. Either because they wanted to talk with them or because the duo would be late for the meeting. Harry had a strong feeling in his gut that it would be the last thing.
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The portkey took Severus directly back to the living room in Evan's cottage. The grown man landed steadily on his feet, having used portkeys as a mean for travelling since he was nothing more than a small child.
Dark eyes slid around the room and despite the fact that there seemed to be nothing out of order his wand still jumped into his hand as if it had a life on its own. The place was oddly silent and knowing who he had left back when he took Evan away Severus found it enough reason to be worried. His godson and Granger could not be in the same room for more than five minutes before they started arguing with each other. In some way they reminded him of Narcissa and Lucius had been when the pair had first found out that they were engaged to each other. They had acted like cat and dog whenever they had been in the Slytherin common room. Severus wondered if they would have gotten together if not because they had both decided on getting him as a part of their relationship.
Falling into spy mode Severus sneaked forward, his wand raised and ready to cast the first curse which came to his mind. He had several he had come up with himself which still needed a living person to test on. Although he did not wish for any harm to fall on his godson Severus would not say no if that gave him the opportunity to test some of the curses. Quite a few of them were designed to be painful.
Severus left the living room, already knowing that there would be nothing for him to see there. He guessed that the best place to start was where he last had seen Draco and Ms. Granger. But he would check everywhere else on his way on there to make sure that he would not get any unpleasant surprises.
Having walked through the whole cottage enough times to know it as well as his own potion stock Severus avoided stepping on any of the places he knew would give his position away. Most Wizarding families got those spots repaired or cast a silencing charm on them. But it seemed like that Evan had learned that such things would be able to alert him that someone was in the cottage. But with the level of noise which normally was in the cottage Severus guessed that it did not make much of a difference.
As a dark and silent shadow Severus moved up the stairs. He kept his breathing even too light to be heard by a normal wizard or witch. Reaching the top of the stairs Severus allowed himself to breathe out when something had yet to happen. Until now nothing out of order had happened other than the missing youngsters. Narcissa would kill him if she found out that something had happened to her son when the boy was in his care.
The potion master was not sure who would be the worst, Voldemort or Narcissa. Both would probably have his head if something happened to either boy. The dark lord could put him through torture before killing him. But Narcissa was one of his lovers and could deny him sex for an unknown period of time.
Shuddering at that fact and deciding that it was not the time for such thoughts. He could worry about his sexlife after he had found out what had happened to Draco and possible also the two girls. Evan would probably not be happy if something had happened to his friends. Wondering when he had started fearing a mere teen's reaction Severus stopped in the middle of the hallway when he caught sight of Hubert, who was standing outside the door leading to what had once been Evan's room.
The ghost looked up when Severus stepped closer and the potion master was sure that if the ghost had been alive it would have been just as pale as it already was. "Where are the children Hubert?" Normally he would not have been so harsh with his dead relative but although he tried to deny it Severus was actually worried about what could have happened to the youngsters. "Luna, I believe her name was, is out in the gardens, looking for some nargles."
"And Draco and Ms. Granger?"
Hubert spluttered but did not come with an actual answer. He gestured to the closed door before disappearing through the floor, leaving Severus alone in the hallway. Knowing that it would do him no good to hunt down the ghost and find out what was going on, Severus decided that he might just do it the easy way.
With that decision made Severus opened the door, making sure that it made no sound to alert the people in there about his arrival.
Looking inside the room Severus decided that he had not had to make such a deal out of being silent. With the scene which met him when he opened the door he doubted very much that they would have heard him if he had slammed the door open.
His godson was standing with his back to the door and thereby him. The blond Slytherin had his arms wrapped around another person's body. The only thing which gave the other person's identity away was the frizzy, brown hair which seemed to be everywhere. Taking a little step into the room Severus' black eyes widened when he saw that the two's mouths were connected.
Not feeling the need to be caught red handed watching the two making out Severus stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, just as silently as he first had entered it. With how concentrated the pair had been on each other he doubted very much that they would notice him, but Severus was not about to take a chance. The first time he had walked in on such a scene he had ended up being in a relationship with two purebloods who until that time had not been able to stand each other.
Shaking his head Severus decided to stay out of this. Draco might be his son, but he would let Lucius deal with this mess. Of course that would mean that the Malfoy lord would have to figure out that his son was not as innocent as he and his wife believed.
Shaking his head Severus went outside. He figured that by the time he had found Ms. Lovegood and gotten her inside to pack her trunk the two lover birds upstairs would be finished. If not he knew several legal and still light hexes which he had not used since his Hogwarts time. If nothing else that should be enough to make them move and when he had taken the girls to the train station he would give Draco a talk about the bees and the flowers. With parents like Narcissa and Lucius it was not to be sure what the boy actually knew about relationships. As the only child even he could see that Draco was a little spoiled, and he was the boy's godfather. Perhaps the two of them would actually be good for each other. At least they would use their energy on something else than fighting with each other most of the time.
Sorry to say it people but this story is heading towards its end. Funny thing is that it has been heading that way since I wrote the first chapter.