Love In the Dark


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Severus looked pale and ashen as Harry told him about his dream. It was 3am, yet here they were in his cramped old rowhouse, sitting at his kitchen table.

"Oh God."

Harry went around the table and hugged him, hands shaking. "I know. I...I didn't want him to return so soon, but..." He whispered.

Severus held him tightly, burying his face into Harry's shoulder. "What are we going to do?"

They sat there for a long moment, and Severus straightened up, mind racing. "The Dark Lord does not have a proper body yet. He will obviously be planning a way to get it back. He is in a weakened state, defenseless. If I could go to him, perhaps..."

"No!" Harry gasped. "No, don't you dare go to him." He begged.

Severus' eyes softened. "He will kill me if I don't go to him when he calls."

"He will kill you if you do. It was all over the papers that Dumbledore claimed you were his spy."

"But I am useful to him. And I could get information."

"No. Absolutely not." Harry shook his head, clutching the front of the man's robe. He was nearly on top of him now. "I don't want you dead, I don't want you to leave. I can't have you risk your life."

"I must, Harry. How else can I help you?" Severus murmured.

"You stupid man..." Harry pulled Severus' face to his, and they finally kissed.

Severus reacted, squeezing him tightly around his waist, deepening their kiss. Harry groaned, and Severus slipped his tongue inside Harry's mouth. Before he even realized what he was doing, he was picking up the boy and pushing him up against the wall. As Harry wasn't wearing anything underneath that girly looking robe of his, all the man had to do was push that robe aside, and have glorious skin pressed up against his bare chest.

Harry threw his head back, and Severus attacked his neck with fervor, throwing all caution away for once.

"Need you..." Harry panted, sliding his hands into Severus' scalp. "Please...I've wanted you for so long..."

Severus growled against his lips, nipping them. They continued to kiss as Severus carried him into the next room, the sitting room. He shoved Harry down onto the sofa, and got on top of him, yanking his pajama pants down. All he could focus on was the soft skin underneath him, the gasps in his ear, the hands in his hair, and...words. Beautiful words.

"You're so beautiful. I need you. Take me. I'm yours. Always...please...Sir..."

It seemed so natural to start preparing him, and when he entered...they stilled for a moment, locking eyes. Those eyes. That smile, that face.

"Harry..." He whispered. That smile widened, and those eyes looked so happy.

Harry held him tight as he slowly thrust in and out of that tight ass, nails scratching down his back as he quickened the pace. He gripped that long black hair in his hands, tugging hard as his thrusts turned faster, wanting to get deeper inside the boy. It was almost bordering on painful, this need.

He finally came, he came so hard that he was shaking, and breathing like he'd ran a marathon. The boy underneath him was the same, trembling and gasping for air. Severus laid on top of him, feeling sticky and sweaty, and so...good. Better than he had in a very, very long time.

He slowly withdrew, and Harry groaned softly at the sensation. Severus looked at the boy beneath him, brushing his bangs back gently.

"Harry..."

Those green eyes slowly opened, a lazy smile forming on those pretty lips. This was the Harry that he liked to see.

"Yes sir?"

"I think we should go to the bedroom. I'm not as young as I used to be, and if you want me to ravish you all night, we'll need a mattress."

The boy's grin widened at this.

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Harry laid in bed, watching Severus. The man was watching him back. It nearly six, and the sun was making its way through the window now, rising above all the tiny rowhouses of Severus' neighborhood. Harry lazily traced the man's arm with his finger.

"Not another." Severus murmured. "I'm exhausted. We never did get to sleep, you insatiable brat."

Harry grinned at this, watching the man lean over to the bedside table. His eyes lit up at the cigarette box.

"Oh, I'm dying for a smoke..."

Severus arched a brow, and handed one over to Harry after taking one for himself. He watched Harry light his cigarette with a snap of his fingers. The boy leant forward, wriggling against him as he pressed the end of his cigarette to Severus', lighting it.

They laid there, smoking in bed, watching the smoke drift above them.

"You know...we really shouldn't be smoking in bed." Harry said idly.

"You really shouldn't be smoking at all." Severus said, taking a drag.

"Bad influence." Harry said coyly, shoving at the man's shoulder. He winced as he sat up on the bed, leaning against the wrought iron frame. It was a sad looking little room, but he did like the view. Severus sat up as well, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Harry glanced over, looking at the man's chest. He was built extremely well. He had a dusting of hair on his chest, making Harry want to run his fingers through it. His skin was pale, and it was littered with scars. Undoubtedly from his childhood, and his Deatheater experiences. He hadn't really gotten a good look earlier...he had been preoccupied at the time.

Harry caught Severus' eyes, and saw the wary expression.

"I like scars." Harry flipped up his bangs. "I'd have to, remember." He said cheekily. At the man's stony expression, Harry rolled his eyes. "Darling, don't be like that. I think you look fucking fantastic." He moved to straddle the man. He ran his hands over the man's bare shoulders and arms. He wriggled his bottom against Severus' spent cock. Even when it wasn't hard, it was still rather large. It had been painful, being taken unprepared, but...it was worth it.

He pressed a soft kiss against the man's shoulder. Severus sighed, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist. Harry rested his head on Severus' shoulder, a small smile appearing.

"What will we do now?" Severus asked quietly.

Harry raised his head. "Live happily ever after?"

The man rolled his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette. "I mean, about your dream. About the Dark Lord."

Harry frowned, pouting a bit. "Oh. Well, we will tell Lucius what I saw. We will make a plan."

"If he calls me..."

"You will not go." Harry said. "Please." He begged. "I need you. Here, with me. I can't lose you, Severus."

Severus nodded slowly. "Okay." He murmured. "I will not go to him."

"Thank you." Harry breathed, kissing him.

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It was nearly 9am when Harry and Severus finally flooed back to Malfoy Manor. The Malfoys, and Dean, were having breakfast when they arrived.

"Harry, where have you been?" Narcissa asked worriedly, and Lucius' brows rose as he saw Severus with him.

Dean was instantly on alert, Harry's expression was completely serious. The two of them looked completely exhausted. They had cleaned up, of course, before coming to Manor.

"Lucius, we need to talk to you in private." Harry said quietly.

Draco spoke up, frowning. "What's going on?"

Lucius stood, putting his napkin on the table. Narcissa started to get really worried now.

"Father, what's going on? Potter, whatever you have to say to Father can be said in front of us."

Harry and Severus exchanged a look.

"Lucius, let's go to your study." Harry murmured. Lucius nodded, knowing that something had happened, something important. He started to head towards the door, but Draco spoke up.

"Father, are you just going to take orders from him?" Draco asked incredulously.

Harry's eyes flashed, and he turned to Draco. "Draco, you have no idea what's going on." He hissed. "This is important business. It doesn't involve you."

Narcissa spoke carefully, looking to her husband. "Perhaps it is best that we know what's going on. Is it to do with the Dark Lord?"

Draco paled at this, looking disbelieving. He looked to Severus for confirmation.

"It is." Severus murmured.

Lucius sank into his chair, trying to keep calm. "Has he returned?"

"Not yet." Harry said quietly. "But he will, soon. He's contacted a follower of his. With this follower, he could get his body back. We need to make a plan."

"...Father?" Draco whispered. "What's going on? I thought the Dark Lord was dead."

Dean spoke up, throwing his napkin on his plate. "What do we need to do?"

Harry and Severus exchanged a look. "We need information. Lucius..."

"Of course. I will start asking around. See what I can find. See if I can figure out where the Dark Lord is hiding. If I have to return to him, I will..."

Narcissa looked frightened at this. "Lucius..."

"I must, Cissa." Lucius murmured. He glanced at his son, who looked so terribly confused about all this.

"You don't have to do anything, Father. A Malfoy bows to no one, right? This...Dark Lord, he's without a body, so you could just curse him and be done with it, right?"

"...I'm afraid it won't be that easy, son." Lucius took a deep breath.

"How did you find out that the Dark Lord was able to contact a follower?" Narcissa asked carefully.

Severus spoke. "Harry had...a vision. They are connected through his scar. This happened last night, and we've been trying to figure out a plan of action."

Dean raised a brow, seeing Harry shift slightly at this. Oh yeah, he bet there was some action involved.

"I will contact some of my associates, then." Lucius murmured, and left the room before anyone could stop him. Narcissa looked pale, and Harry could see one of her hands trembling.

Dean stood as well. "I will talk to a few people myself. You want me to contact..."

Harry gave a quick nod. "Yes. Please do."

Dean left the breakfast table, leaving Draco and Narcissa there.

Draco was staring at Harry now, trying to figure out what was going on. "You're ordering my Father and Thomas about...who are these people Thomas is contacting?"

"It's best that you don't know." Harry said quietly, looking to Narcissa. "Cissa...are you okay?"

"I'm...fine." The woman whispered, and blinked, as though clearing out her thoughts. "I...will ask around too. See if there's anything that my friends have heard. Excuse me." She murmured, and left the table.

Harry turned to Severus. "Sir?"

"I will let the Headmaster know what you saw. Perhaps he can help us find the Dark Lord's location with the memory you gave me."

Harry squeezed his arm. "Please be careful. I don't want you being alone outside the school, if you don't have to be."

Severus gave him the slightest of nods, and left.

Harry turned to the last remaining person in the room. Draco was staring at him.

"Why are they all taking orders from you?"

Harry sat next to Draco, fiddling with the button his his shirtsleeve. It was really Severus' clothing he was wearing, but only shrunk down to fit him. Hopefully none of the others had noticed this.

"Draco...there's a lot going on that you aren't aware of. It's dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt."

"I'm not a baby. I helped you and Thomas, didn't I? What's going on?"

Harry looked at the blonde for a long time. "If I tell you...you must take a vow."

Draco gave him the slightest of nods. "Alright then."

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"The Minister of Magic invited us to sit with him at the World Cup." Lucius said late that evening, after a long day of gather information. Everyone was sitting in the drawing room, looking rather exhausted.

"Ugh, really?" Harry asked. Severus was gone, at the school. He would be staying there permanently from now on until Voldemort was gone. It would be quite a while, but at least Harry knew he would be safer there. Still, Harry really wanted to cuddle with him right now.

"Yes. It would actually be good for us to go. Not only are the foreign Ministers will be sitting with us, we can help provide protection if needed. I...believe that some of my old associates might be up to something."

Narcissa paled. "Thousands of Witches and Wizards will be there, it could be an international catastrophe."

Dean spoke up, staring pensively into the fireplace. "From what I've heard, it's just a few old purebloods looking to get their jollies. Want to scare a few people, that's all. I don't think they'll set off bombs or anything. We keep alert, keep a close eye on the guys who make the trouble, and keep the Minister and all the other snobby rich people safe."

Harry hid a smile at Dean's words. Only Dean would word such a thing that way. "You're right, but we best not underestimate them. If we're sitting in the Minister's Box, not only can we can keep them safe, but we can also network with them, give them a buzz in their ear about what's going on. Any other members of the Ministry will be there?"

"Arthur Weasley and his family." Lucius sneered. "As well as the Diggories, Bagman, Bartemis Crouch, and the Bones' family. They will all be sitting near us."

Harry glanced to Dean, who nodded. "I'll sit with the Weasleys." Dean said. "It wouldn't look strange. And I'll keep an eye on them."

"I could sit with Susan and her Aunt." Harry offered. "I'm friendly with Susan, so it wouldn't look odd."

Lucius shook his head at this. "No, you will be expected to sit with us, I'm afraid. And we want you to meet with the Foreign Ministers."

Harry sighed. "Alright." He murmured. He ran a hand through his hair. "Spoke to an Auror friend of mine. She said that Security will be pretty tight, of course. I told her to be careful, that people might cause trouble. Considering the girl was trained by Moody, I won't need to tell her to be vigilant." Harry smirked slightly at this.

"What Aurors do you know?" Draco said frowning.

"Does it Matter? Draco, do you think you could brew some healing potions for us? Severus is going to be busy enough as it is, and I'd like to have a stash, just in case. The World Cup is in a week. Will that be enough time? Will you have enough supplies?"

"Well..." Draco floundered, eyes widening. "I...of course, I can start brewing straight away. I'll need to refill my kit a bit, but..."

Harry glanced to Dean, who nodded. "Dean can get you whatever you need." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "I've got to talk to Sirius and Remus."

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Harry was at the Burrow with Dean, and it was two days before the World Cup. The two of them had been invited over, and they would meet up with the Malfoys and the others at the World Cup. Harry was really only here to keep Dean from freaking out- he could tell the boy had been high strung lately. Severus couldn't be around- as soon as he'd told Dumbledore about Harry's vision, the man was working around the clock on helping raise protections for the school. What with the Triwizard Tournament coming up, there would be a rather large chance that the school's security would be at risk.

Unlike previous visits, all of the Weasley clan were there. Bill had come in from Egypt, while Charlie had come in from Romania. He liked both of them instantly. He kept to himself, mostly, studying them. Bill was tall and lanky, built a bit like Ron and Percy. He had long auburn hair, about the color of Ginny's. He dressed pretty cool too, with piercings and all. Mrs. Weasley was always complaining about the way he dressed. He worked as a cursebreaker for Gringott's. He'd been Head Boy during his time at Hogwarts, and he was extremely talented.

Once he'd heard that Harry was taking Ancient Runes, something that none of his brothers had bother to taken, Bill struck up a conversation with him about it. Harry liked him quite a bit, and promised to keep in touch. Of course, Bill was very cute, and wickedly funny, but Harry got the feeling that he didn't swing that way. Not that he was interested, of course. He had Severus to ravish him, and he couldn't wait for their next time, whenever that would be.

Charlie was a cutie too. Short and stocky, but built extremely well, he worked as a Dragon Tamer over in Romania. He was very funny and charming, and Harry could definitely tell that Charlie was smitten with him. Harry tried to play it cool, saying he had a girlfriend and such, but he got the feeling that didn't matter to the guy. Harry had yet to speak with Millie about the latest development between himself and Severus, and he wasn't sure how to bring it up. Any way he said it in his head...it just sounded bad. 'Oh look, we were both upset, and shagged, it was a spur of the moment. I didn't really cheat on you...' Yeah, that would go over well.

While he wasn't talking to the older brothers, he pulled the twins aside and made to have them bring whatever gear they'd been making. After talking to them about the possible danger, they were more than happy to pack some of their gear in their bags. Better to be safe than sorry.

Harry could tell that Ginny loved having Bill and Charlie around. They spoiled her rotten, and Harry could see that they cared for her a great deal. He'd quietly informed her to keep close to her brothers during the Championship, that people might act up with so many people around. She interpreted that correctly, and she spent the rest of the evening, shut up in her room, studying the book of spells that Bill had given her.

Ron...was clueless, as usual. He avoided Harry like the plague, and when he wasn't, he was insulting him for being a 'dirty, rotten, Slytherin'.

He was rather surprised when the Lovegoods showed up the day before they were to leave, saying that they had managed to get seats at the last minute, in the press box. Thankfully, the Press box wouldn't be too far away from the Minister, so Harry and the others could keep an eye on them.

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Dean watched Luna fiddle with a long piece of grass. He was following her on her walkabout around the Weasley property. It was late in the evening, and they would be leaving by portkey for the World Cup first thing.

Luna hummed to herself, bending down to pick up another blade of grass, attaching the bits together. Dean sighed roughly, looking about, hand on his holster. The Weasleys had been one of Dumbledore's strongest supporters in the last war, and if Voldemort returned, it was likely that they would be attacked.

"You shouldn't worry so." Luna said dreamily, affixing another blade of grass to the others.

Dean looked over at the odd girl. "You know what's going on. I know Harry told you."

Luna gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. "Yes. Harry told me that Voldemort fellow is defenseless and in the form of a homunculus. In that form, he will unable to travel magically, or possess any creatures. I believe that Voldemort will not attack us until he has gained a proper body back, and has gotten his followers. Such things take time. Planning. I do not think he will be attacking so soon." She murmured, turning to Dean.

Dean was taken aback momentarily, seeing her bright silvery eyes in the moonlight. She gave him a gentle smile. "You are tense." She looked down. "You worry. Don't." She whispered, and drew nearer to him. He took a step back, slightly, unsure of what she was doing. How did she...

"How did you know?"

Luna wrapped the makeshift grass bracelet around his wrist. "There. That will help clear your thoughts."

Dean stiffened as her fingertips brushed against his skin. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. Such a casual touch thrilled him more than all the groping and snogging he'd ever done with Susan and Hannah. Their eyes met, and Dean tried to make sense of it all. He wasn't attracted to Luna- she was just a friend. She was strange, and she wasn't even all that hot...

"You are a good friend, Dean." Luna whispered, eyes unblinking. "But remember...Harry asks things of you, but he never orders you to. You always have a choice."

"...I owe him a great deal." Dean murmured.

Luna hugged him, and Dean stiffened in her embrace, closing his eyes slowly. "Friendship is not about owing one another."

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