Squrlie Jack: ^____^ Glad you liked it.

MustIBeAMalfoy: *sigh* Nope, they don't know what's coming. They didn't get to shag all day, but they shagged half the night away. ^.^ Well, you have to go to my website to read that. Once this is all done, I may post it on Adult FanFiction.net and Ink Stained Fingers. Don't know yet.

Final Spell: *blushes furiously* I'm still not used to this whole praise bit, honestly. lol You know, all the good stories - Severitus, Maeglin Yedi, Nimori, ntamara, etc. - I've read I've heard about through recs or word of mouth. Go to class and my friends would say, 'Man, you gotta read this one! It's awesome!' things like that. It certainly would help if FanFiction had a rating system like Adult FanFiction.net. Aw man, now I just feel really bad.

DaughterofDeath: ………..Chapter added. *mumbles* Now I'm really feeling bad.

bakachan17: *goes red* Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

Immortal Memories: I can sympathize with that. My mom used to be a nurse so I got that too. And I'm really close with my best friend, and her mom is practically a nurse….so I ended up sitting through yet another Talk. Thankfully, I missed the one my friend got. It involved a banana, a condom, an offer of demonstration and my friend saying, "God no! I don't need to know that!" 0o *shudder*…..birds and bees would have been more than enough to explain.

Saavik13: It could be a Wizarding tracking device. Or it could simply be a bookmark. ¬_¬ Yeah, I know that's not really helpful but that's all I'm offering for now. The protection talk? No it wasn't, just a plain and simple talk and I will confirm that there is no mpreg….yet. ^.^ Why? Because when people start care they, sometimes, tend to develop a habit of sticking their noses in a person's business and offer advice. Unfortunately for Harry and Lucius it turned out into rather awkward moments. Valencia's reasoning behind it - which I should have gotten in somehow - is that they need to be aware of the risk of STDs. Remember; she had worked in a health clinic previous to being on the farm and has something of a background dealing with this.

Shinigami Liliz Black: Ach, don't worry about that. I've got a crapload of work to take care of but I figure I'll get around to it. Yeah, The Talk….*snicker* I'm gonna quit before I end up giggling again. And yesh! *grins* I did like it. You even got wet spiky hair right. I'm still working on that. I actually want to answer that question, but I can't for fear for spoiling plot. ^.^;;

Plastraa: Nah. Yeah, I hate the thought too….*falls into a moment of silence* Me personally, I would simply flip the Wizarding world the bird and continue on my merry way. But that's just me. ^.^ Confrontation is in this chapter; I hope I handled it well. …….XD *burst out at the image of Lucius wielding his pimp cane and using it to command a lil army of goats* Oh my God, that is great! I can't stop giggling insanely now. Getting weird looks from my dad, but I just can't stop. I gotta try drawing that chibi style! *strokes package of Copic markers*

A/N: Well I've got quite a few things to state here. First of all, this chapter is late *koffwaylatekoff* because I just found out that Beloved Enemies just started the fourth wave of their Fuh-Q-Fest, and I was a little unsure as to the status of my story. And two weeks later, with no reply to my e-mail, I'm just gonna post the chapter and deal with consequences later on. Another note….this is the final chapter of En Las Montañas. And before you get yourself all worked up, I didn't say anything because you would have asked for more. And I would have given more to this. But I originally planned it out to be 15 chapters + something of an epilogue. And for once in my life, I actually stuck to it. Go me…I think….*looks puzzled* I'm writing a second part to this, but I've got enough on my plate as it is with life. *mumbles* Stupid essays and midterms….. Anyways, expect an epilogue posted in a day which will conclude En Las Montañas. I've enjoyed the story and I'm glad you all did do. Thank you.

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En Las Montañas

Chapter 15

"Harry…turn off the light."

"I'm almost done Lucius."

"…Aren't you done now?"

"No! I still have a few pages to go before I finish the chapter."

"'A few' being?"

"Three."

Lucius was far from pleased. They had spent the day together watching the goats and sheep up in the hills. A few ominous looking clouds had rolled in with a low growl of thunder and the promise of rain to come. But the day was relatively warm, a touch humid and all around enjoyable. That is, until they finished up for the day and got back into the house. Harry's attention had been focused solely and intently on the book. For the past two days Lucius had suffered it. Not any more.

"Hey!" Harry protested as Lucius neatly snared the book from his hands. "I'm not done yet!"

"You've been ignoring me for the past two nights," Lucius said as he placed the book on his bedside table.

"You're asleep by the time I'm done!" Harry flared hotly.

"Imagine that." Lucius commented dryly.

Harry crossed his arms with a scowl. "Maybe you should learn to keep yourself occupied."

"That is what I was planning, but I was lacking the participation of a certain someone."

"The world doesn't revolve around you Lucius."

"If it did, things would be much easier."

Harry gave a snort. "Fine. Light out." He snapped his light off brusquely. "I'm going sleep now, your Majesty."

And with that, Lucius was left to watch as Harry's shadowy figure settled his head against, making himself comfortable on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to his neck. Lucius settled down well, the mattress giving soft squeaks. Lucius simply lay there for a moment, taking in the strained silence before he started to slide a hand over Harry's waist. Harry gave a miffed sound and swatted Lucius' hand away.

"You've got to be kidding," Lucius said softly.

"Mmph," Harry grunted.

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"I'm not in the mood," Harry whispered back in petulant tone.

Lucius couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he heard that one. He reached out and slid his hand against Harry's waist and up his chest, rubbing his fingertips against the younger boy's nipples.

"You really can't lie," Lucius murmured.

Harry pushed his hips back, sliding his hand over Lucius'. "They'll hear us through the wall." He purred in protest.

"Then we'll have to go slowly, won't we?" Lucius breathed as he left off from Harry's nipples and ghosted his hand up his neck.

Harry wasn't about to start a protest any time soon.

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Severus was pacing the floor of Albus' office impatiently. The spell had been placed on him, and all was ready except for one thing: the Portkey. How, in Merlin's name, could it take one old man so long to select a simple inconspicuous object to become a Portkey?

"Hmm…" Albus mused, studying the objects on his desk. "No, not that."

"For Merlin's sake, use this blasted thing!" Severus snarled as he snatched up the cloudy white sphere from the desk. "Put Longbottom's Remembrall to better use than he did."

Albus took it. "Thank you Severus; this will do nicely." He aimed his wand at the glass ball in his hand. "Portustantum Harry Potter."

The Remembrall gave a peculiar hum as it glowed with a blue light before falling silent, the light fading quickly. Severus stuck his hand out imperiously and Albus placed the ball in his grasp.

"Once Harry touches it, it will bring him back here to my office. I trust you can ensure that happens?"

"I'll have to, won't I?" Severus ground out as he swept out of Albus' office and down the stairs quickly.

The Dark Lord had summoned him almost fifteen minutes ago. Of course, ten of those minutes had been spent waiting for a suitable Portkey to bring Potter hack here safely. Hurrying out of the school, he started down the path towards Hogsmeade, leaving the wards behind him. He paused once he was halfway down the path to Hogsmeade, before slipping on his white mask and Disapparating with a loud crack. His vision seemed to diminish sharply in the darkened room when he abruptly appeared in it and it took him a moment to adjust, the throng of shadowy figures growing apparent.

"You're late."

Severus stepped forward and made a low bow of obeisance as he kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe. "Forgive me my Lord. I was unfortunately delayed by a doddering white bearded fool."

Voldemort gave an indulgent chuckle. "Nothing will go wrong tonight. Nott as been given the orders, and the others know that they are to obey without question."

Severus nodded, still keeping his face lowered as he fell back beside Nott, who was standing in front of the ranks. Voldemort withdrew his wand and swished it, causing a large white circle to appear on the floor around the group.

"This is your Portkey there. Nott has the key back," Voldemort said simply. "Do not fail me."

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It was the sound of a loud crash that half-roused Harry from sleep. He raised his head slightly, looking towards the window. With a sleepy grumble, he rested his head on the pillow once more. It was probably just the goats in the barn and tomorrow morning there would undoubtedly be some new mess for him to clean up. When a loud squawk came from the chicken coop that was abruptly silenced, Harry groaned and disentangled himself from Lucius, pulling on a pair of pants and shuffling to the window.

"What is it?" Lucius asked in a low hoarse voice, rolling over to face Harry as he blinked a bit blearily. "What is it?" he repeated again when Harry failed to answer him the first time.

Harry had stood there for a second gaping in disbelief before he pressed himself flat against the wall, peering guardedly around the corner. "Death Eaters." He hissed.

"Death Eaters?" Lucius said with a touch of derision as he pulled on pants of his own and walked to the spot against the wall Harry vacated for him. "Bloody hell." He cursed softly as he pressed himself against the wall.

Harry stole back to the bed as quietly as he could, reaching into one table drawer and pulling out his wand. He reached into a drawer on Lucius' side of the bed and pulled out his.

"We didn't plan for this," Harry murmured as he padded his way over silently, handing Lucius his wand.

"We have to split up," Lucius said as he headed for the bedroom door. "Things will seem less suspicious."

Harry nodded his head following after him. He paused at the bedroom door, catching Lucius' arm for a moment. Lucius looked down at him, and that's when Harry leaned forward and kissed Lucius. He just had the sudden impulse to feel the older man's lips against his, to taste him one last time and just be focused on something so very simple before Merlin knew what hell burst out on this house. He drew back after a minute, opening his eyes once more to look at Lucius and give him a faint smile. Lucius nodded his head with a responding one before his face became a cold, arrogant mask.

Lucius opened the door and stepped out. In a moment, Harry could see nothing but darkness. There was no trace of Lucius ever being there. Steeling himself, he opened the door a bit more stepping out into the hallway. There was a faint glow of moonlight from the window at the end of the hallway, provided by the weak moonlight. He could see the shadow of a string dangling from the ceiling. He looked up and was able to make out the shape of an attic door. That would probably come in very useful. Funny, he'd never noticed it before.

A slight creak from behind him made him whirl around, wand drawn and ready. Silence enshrouded the upper floor for a moment before another creak came. Harry took a step back, eyes narrowing. There was something else there. It was either using a Disillusionment charm or a simple Invisibility cloak.

"Relv-"

His word was cut off as a hand clamped down over his mouth, another gripping his arm tightly. He was just about to bite down and hex the idiot to bits when he heard a soft familiar drawl in his ear.

"Forgotten what the werewolf and cyclops taught you already?"

Harry's eyes widened as a hooded figure started to appear, the pale white mask being shifted aside for a moment to reveal Snape's dark eyes, hooked nose and scowling mouth before it slid back into place. Harry opened his mouth, but before he could even say anything, Snape thrust something into his pocket. Harry made a motion for it, only to have Snape slap his hand away.

"Don't touch it yet," Snape said in a low voice. "It's spelled to Port you back as soon as you touch it."

"Look, just let me go!" Harry hissed, twisting his arm around in Snape's grip. "I don't need your bloody help, you insufferable git!"

"How dare you-" Snape began.

"Snape!"

Harry looked up at the barked word to see four more Death Eaters standing at the landing of the stairs, one just in front of the others slightly. Moving quickly, Harry darted out of Snape's grasp, jumping to reach the string for the stairs. He got it and yanked down hard, causing the stairs to come crashing down. He started scrambling up just as a Death Eater lunged forward and grabbed his ankle and pulled. Harry slid down a bit, his teeth clacking together, as he viciously kicked the Death Eater off the stairs and hurried up, yanking the stairs back up with him.

The attic was dusty and shadowy and just as dimly lit as the hallway when Harry ducked behind a large crate, forcing himself to breathe silently and remain motionless. It didn't take long for the Death Eaters to bring the stairs back down and come up them as silently as possible. Harry held his breath slightly, as they filed past his hiding spot, their backs towards him. And they had left the stairs down. If he could make it down, he could seal the door shut and buy himself some time to flee.

He crept past them, moving down the stairs slowly. He had just put his foot on the floor again when he found himself face to face with Lucius. They'd left him here as a sentry. Harry swallowed as he realized that there was no way that he could pass without giving Lucius away. And he saw the exact same realization on Lucius' face. He swallowed once more and nodded his head.

'Are you sure?' Lucius mouthed as he stepped forward and grasped Harry's arm lightly.

Harry nodded his head, with a deep breath, suddenly glad to feel the Portkey in his pocket. 'I'll be fine. Don't worry.' He mouthed back in reply

They walked up the stairs slowly, but once Harry could see a sliver of the attic, he started struggling. Like clockwork, Lucius' grip tightened and he forcibly dragged Harry up.

"You should learn to watch your back better," Lucius drawled with a sneer in his voice. "Look at what I caught attempting to slink away. The noble Harry Potter."

Harry managed to lay his wand flat against his stomach as Lucius threw him to the floor. He half-propped himself up and looked around at the shadows that were now closing in to form a loose throng, still hiding his wand. He'd have to make sure to make life hell for some of them if he was going to be caught.

"You've caused enough trouble,"

Harry's eyes widened as he recognized Nott's voice. Apparently he was able to get out of the Ministry after Hermione stunned him in the Department of Mysteries.

"I see you recognize me," Nott said in a smug voice. "Did you honestly think you would be rid of me that easily?" he gave a condescending little laugh. "Once the Dark Lord is done with you, you'll wish for and welcome death." He raised his wand, aiming it right at Harry. "Pet-"

"Now!"

Everything seemed to explode in movement and illuminating bright lights as some of the Death Eaters turned and fired on their own comrades. Harry scrambled up, realizing they were Order members before he was brutally dragged back down. His head banged against the floor hard, followed by a blow to the stomach that knocked all of the wind out of him. He curled up into a little ball, gasping for breath as he screwed his eyes shut to try and block out all of the shifting, disorienting lights.

"I will not go back empty handed this time!" Nott snarled as he drew back, aiming his wand once more. "Petrificus totalus!"

Harry managed to open his eyes as the spell flew towards him. But then he caught sight of a flash of blue and yellow before everything seemed to erupt in a bright flash of white light. He managed to shove a shaky hand into his pocket and grasp the Portkey. The familiar tug at his navel came, and everything spun.

When he opened his eyes once more, he found himself lying on a floor, facing a wall of books. He turned his head and found himself looking at a railing. He reached up and grasped it, pulling himself up.

"Bad idea," he gasped as his stomach immediately started heaving in protest.

He bent over double, retching noisily as he half hung onto the railing. He panted heavily once his stomach had finished flip-flopping around and sat back down heavily, leaning against the rails. He closed his eyes, as he heard the sound of stone scraping against stone. He couldn't be bothered to turn around and see whom it was.

"You have a visitor who made a mess in your small library Albus." Someone quipped.

It most certainly had to be a painting that spoke and that was the last bit that managed to sink into Harry's head, since all he seemed to hear was a sharp gasp, the sound of thundering feet and then suddenly felt himself being squeezed tightly in a constricting hug. He gave weak, winded sound, as he opened his eyes to be greeted by the sight of bushy hair.

"'Mione! You squeeze him any tighter and all the air will come out of him and his eyes will pop!" Ron exclaimed. "Let him breathe! Ew… is that barf? Scourgify."

Harry gasped as he was just as abruptly released, closing his eyes and coughing a bit as he struggled to regain his breath somewhat. Nott really had knocked all the wind out of him and banging his head had only added onto that. He panted for a few minutes, finally catching his breath back as a dull throbbing ache settled in his gut, finally focusing on what Hermione appeared to be saying.

"Harry, we've been so worried about you!" Hermione said in a rushed voice. "When we found out you'd gone missing-"

"Ah, I see you've found Harry. He was supposed to end up on the chair, not here," Dumbledore said as he came to the top stair. "Perhaps it would be best for Harry to rest and recover from his three month long ordeal?"

Harry didn't say anything, watching Dumbledore as he peered at Ron and Hermione from over his glasses and they nodded their heads with sounds of agreement.

"We should talk to him tomorrow 'Mione," Ron said finally. "If I'd been through what Harry has, I know I'd want some sleep."

"Then I'll leave you two to show him off to bed." Dumbledore said with a smile before disappearing down the stairs.

Harry watched the back of Dumbledore's head as Ron and Hermione each took an arm and slung it over their shoulders before hoisting him up. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk reading over something when Ron and Hermione said good night. Harry didn't even feel like nodding his head in agreement. He simply pretended that his head had gone limp and he found himself staring at his feet.

The walk down from Dumbledore's office seemed to take forever. And Ron and Hermione had tried asking him some gently worded questions. All Harry had the energy to do was grunt something unintelligible back in reply. When they came to a stop in front of a painting with a man and his horse, his brow furrowed.

"This isn't the Fat Lady," he said in a raspy voice.

"Flame berries," Hermione said, causing the door to swing open. "No, it isn't. Dumbledore figured it would be best if you had some privacy to yourself for a few days to recuperate before people start asking a whole bunch of questions."

Harry caught the pointed look Ron shot Hermione but he simply gave a tired sounding mumble in reply.

"All right, let's get you into bed Harry." Ron said as they made their way to door.

Harry didn't offer much trouble when they turned the covers back and slipped him in before Hermione tucked him in securely. Harry didn't say or do anything except for closing his eyes and breathe slowly.

"See? Asleep already. Come on 'Mione," Ron whispered, his steps scraping against the carpet slightly.

"All right," Hermione murmured. "I'm just glad he's back. Can you believe that pensieve was-"

That was all Harry heard since the door was firmly closed, blocking out the rest of Hermione's words. Harry opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the night table to read the glowing hands - twelve in the morning - and simply lay there in the dark, as the dull ache in his gut grew to be less and less. He glanced over at the clock again seeing the glowing hands reading four in the morning.

He sat up slowly on the edge of the bed, eyes focusing on nothing for a moment. "Back to it all." he said softly before he gave a weary, mournful sigh and held his head in his hands.

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