Harry Potter and Destiny's Child
Summary: Harry is held prisoner where he suffers both pleasure and pain. When he escapes and returns to Hogwarts he suffers as he tries to recover from his ordeal. Secrets are discovered. Choices are made. Will Harry recover and accept his destiny? Or will he fall into darkness? Slash Harry/?, Harry/Severus, Harry/Draco There will be M-preg. Rated R for sexual situations, rape, and adult content.
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Chapter Four: Welcome Home?
Harry stood at the door in shock. Harry had just escaped from Voldemort's clutches and Remus is yelling at him for it. Harry's eyes were wide and he couldn't focus on anyone. Now that the fear of being re-captured was gone… so was the strength from the adrenaline and the Pepper-Up Potion was had long worn off. Harry's legs felt like jelly and he slowly sank to the floor. His last thought before succumbing to the welcome blackness was… 'Why were they so angry? Welcome Home Harry'
The room was frozen in shock. The Weasleys took up one side of the long table along with Hermione. She and Ron had been worried sick since Harry had disappeared. They along with very few others had believed that something had happened to Harry. Most of the Order… including the Headmaster believed what the Dursley's had told them… that Harry had and argument with his Uncle and had stormed out of the house.
Ron and Hermione knew better. Harry would never allow a simple argument to goad him into leaving the only safe place for him other than Hogwarts for two simple reasons… one, it would put other people in danger… and that was something he tried very hard not to do… and two, if a simple argument was able to get Harry to run away from home… he would have run away years ago… they had both tried to explain… but the only people who believed them were the twins, Tonks, and surprisingly Draco… who had heard about the missing 'Boy Who Lived'.
Brought back to reality by his mother's gasp, Ron rushed out of his chair and gathered Harry into his arms. Turning to look at the Order members in disgust he said, "If you are quite finished screaming at him and gawking, I will take him to the Hospital Wing. Let's hope that Madame Pompfrey will do her job before asking stupid questions… but based on your example, I don't hold out much hope. Come Hermione, Harry should have at least a couple of trusted friends with him now." Ron turned and ignored his Mother's, "Ronald Weasely, don't speak to your elders that way!" and started down the spiral staircase.
Hermione caught up to him quickly and gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "That was brilliant, Ron. Good to see you have picked up biting sarcasm. Draco will be so proud." Her voice lost its teasing quality, "Ron, do you think he will be okay? Do you need any help carrying him?"
"I hope he will be… he doesn't appear to have been beaten or tortured… but I won't believe anything until he tells us himself… and no, I don't need any help. Even if he wasn't so damn light, I would carry him forever… he's like my brother. I can't believe they just yelled at him like that… no gentle questions… no sit down and lets talk… just scream at him at the door. They don't deserve him, 'Mione."
"I know Ron, I know."
They walked in comfortable silence to the Hospital Wing. Hermione went to find Madame Pompfrey while Ron gently placed Harry on a hospital bed. The nurse ignored the two teens and quickly began waving her wand and muttering over Harry. Before she was finished, Professors Snape and McGonagel as well as the Headmaster joined the teens.
Finally the Nurse turned and sighed. "He will be fine. He was simply exhausted. Apparently he hasn't moved much in the past two months. His muscles have begun to atrophy. I found traces of some sort of nutrient potion, as well as a mind-numbing potion, and finally… more recently, a Pepper-Up Potion. There are no obvious injuries, though it does appear that he was raped… more than once… though I suspect it was by the same person as the traces of magic are almost identical. There is not enough residual 'evidence' to match so he will not be able to press charges unless he can identify the person and testifies under Veritaserum."
The Headmaster stood with a grave look on his face, his eyes devoid of any twinkle. "I have to ask, Poppy. Are you sure he was taken against his will?"
Ron turned to face the Headmaster… Hermione quietly weeping on his shoulder, "How dare you. We told you… we told you he wouldn't just run away, but noooo. The almighty, all knowing Headmaster said he did… you wouldn't believe us when we tried to tell you what it was like there… you wouldn't believe us when we told you he would never put others at risk to search for him… you wouldn't believe us when we told you he would never have run away from an argument… because he had survived worse… much worse… from his relatives… and now… NOW… you refuse to believe that he may have been raped. What is your explanation this time… he found a nice brothel somewhere and became a whore! Let me tell you something you pitiful excuse for a man, Harry was a virgin… that's right a virgin. He told me that he was saving himself for that special someone because he had to give so much of himself in order to keep us safe… he was going to keep that moment for himself… so he could savor it with the person he would spend the rest of his life with… how dare you even suggest otherwise… you disgust me." Although Ron's voice had been steadily raised throughout his rant… the last part was spoken in a quite, calm voice. Then Ron spit on the floor before the Headmaster, "I trusted you… you hold my trust no more."
Before either professor could scold Ron for taking that tone with the Headmaster, Madame Pompfrey spoke up, "Albus I would not have said rape if I did not mean rape. There was damage that was not healed. From what I can ascertain it was a very painful experience for Harry. Now, I have a patient in dire need of rest without stress… and I dare say that you three being here is not conducive to the 'without stress' part of my plan. Goodbye." She pushed all three adults out of the room and locked the door with a spell that would allow the entrance of a medical emergency… not nosy people who should know better.
Ron and Hermione took up posts on either side of Harry's bed… each holding a hand and willing their best friend to get better. While they watched over him, Hermione noticed the collar around his neck. She asked Madame Pompfrey about it, but was told she could not remove it until she had researched it. She knew that it was steel… and therefore it was acting as a magical damper… suppressing Harry's natural magical energy… but she had no idea how long he had worn it… and if it had been too long, he may be stuck with it for the rest of his life…
"Steel absorbs magic, that's why witches and wizards don't wear it… if your magic bonds with it then you can store your excess energy and become far more powerful… but, if it is removed or destroyed… your magic is ripped from you forever. I can see that there are several spells placed on Harry's collar, but I want to speak to him about it before I attempt to remove it." Madame Pompfrey explained.
Hermione leaned over the bed and gently ran her finger over the collar. Harry shivered and moaned. She jerked her hand back, "I didn't mean to hurt him."
"Hermione, I don't think that hurt him… that was a different kind of moan." Ron said, his face as red as his hair. "I bet you it was a training collar, Madame Pompfrey."
"I suspect that you are right, but it is still to dangerous to remove before I can ask Harry a few questions about it… plus it is safer to remove when the patient is awake. Hermione, I will give you a book that explains about training collars… I dare say young Mr. Weasley may find it a might embarrassing to explain."
The nurse returned with a rather small book, which Hermione quickly read. When she was finished she simply looked up at Ron and said, "oh"
"Yeah, oh."
Excerpt from: Training Collars, Past and Present
Training collars were originally used to control slaves and servants. The idea is a simple one… praise brings pleasure… and scolding brings pain. The caster determines the kind of pleasure and pain. The caster creates the pleasure via stimulation or potion and then immediately places the collar on the neck of the subject, sealing it with a spell. From that point on any praise received from the castor or the rightful Heir of the castor will cause that type of pleasure to be repeated… any sign of disappointment, whether vocal or physical, produces a negative response that begins with an ache or an emptiness in the subject and can increase to severe physical pain determined by the strength of the disapproval.
If the subject is being particularly difficult, the collar can be combined with several mind-numbing potions… essentially training the response of the body without interference of conscience thought. If done successfully the subject's body would follow even the vilest of commands against its closest family without hesitation or thought.
"Oh Harry, why do these things have to happen to you?" Hermione whispered.
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Harry was floating… at least that was what it felt like. He remembered bursting into Dumbledore's office… and then someone yelled at him… but before he could answer he found himself floating. It was quiet here… and he felt safe. At one point he felt tingles run down his spine and fill him with pleasure… so he moaned… but the tingles stopped and he was left floating… after a long time he thought he could hear muffled voices… he thought he should reassure them… he was fine and they sounded rather worried… so he tried to make his mind float to the voices… it was working! The voices were getting clearer… he could recognize Ron and Hermione and… and… the other voice was musical. Harry shivered as the sounds washed over him. He had to see the owner of that third voice… he forced his eyes to open… and he stared at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen… silver hair, soft and flowing… alabaster skin, smooth and flawless… sculptured features, soft lips… and the smell… the smell was intoxicating… he had to smell more… he leapt from his bed and wrapped his arms around the beautiful creature… the placed his face in the crook of the person's neck and took a deep breath… yes intoxicating indeed… like moonlight and roses… Harry was in heaven… he could stay here forever.
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It was two days after Harry had returned… and Ron and Hermione had stayed by his side the entire time. As soon as he heard that Harry had returned, Draco Malfoy joined them in their vigil. He considered Harry to be a good friend… and he secretly wished for more. When he and Harry had become friends last year… Draco found someone he could understand and who seemed to understand him in return. He never mentioned anything though, because Harry's friendship meant too much to risk on romance. As the three friends waited, it was Draco who noticed Harry shiver.
"Hey, guys… I think Harry may be cold."
"Why do you think that?" Hermione asked
"Because he shivered… see, he just did it again." Draco pointed out.
As Draco was talking Harry opened his eyes and immediately looked at Draco. Draco was amazed at how beautiful those eyes were… he could get lost in those eyes… they seemed to be glowing… Draco shook his head to clear it and found himself with arms full of Harry.
"Uh, guys… what's going on?" Draco asked amused to find himself in this situation. Harry was sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around his chest and arms… his nose was on the crook of his neck and Harry's breath was tickling him, as Harry smelled him… "Hey… he's sniffing me… and purring? Why is Harry sniffing me and purring?"
Ron was trying to stifle his laugh because it really was ridiculous to see Harry Potter wrapped around his former school rival seemingly happy to do nothing but sniff him. "I knew you must have good taste in cologne… but this is too much…" Ron said.
"This is not funny!" Draco pouted.
"Oh, yes it is… where is Colin and his camera when you need him?"
Hermione returned with Madame Pompfrey who took one look and gasped. "Draco stay there and don't try to remove him. Do you understand?"
Draco refrained from rolling his eyes… barely, "Yes, Madame Pompfrey… stay here… gotcha."
Hermione looked at the awkward couple and said, "was it just me, or did she seem rather shocked and worried?"
Draco and Ron shared a glance… she had seemed both shocked and worried.
Madame Pompfrey returned with Remus Lupin, former Professor of the Dark Arts who was returning to teach another year. Remus slowly approached Harry and Draco sniffing. Harry noticed him getting closer and growled low in his throat. 'How dare that mutt approach his precious one…' Remus froze at the sound of the growl. He slowly backed away a look of wonderment and awe on his face.
"Madame Pompfrey get Albus and Severus in here now!" Remus ordered. The nurse ran off to summon the two men. Remus turned to Ron and Hermione who were watching with puzzled looks on their faces. "Ron, Hermione, I need you to trust me. Back away from Harry and Draco… slowly and quietly. If you speak use a calm voice and do not speak to Draco."
"Remus, what is going on?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I will explain everything soon… but for now it is very important that you leave… both for your safety and for Harry's"
"What do you mean our 'safety'? Harry would never hurt us!" Ron yelled, his face getting red. Before Remus could answer a wave of magic swept through the ward knocking all three on their rear ends. Harry's eyes were glowing green and a deep feral growl could be heard.
"Draco, speak to Harry… try to keep him calm… use a nice soothing voice. I will explain when the others get here… for now try to keep him calm. And Ron, do you see now why you must leave? Please go… wait in the Gryffindor Tower. As soon as I can I will come and explain everything." Remus continued… he was speaking to Ron but his eyes never left Harry and Draco and his voice remained calm and soothing.
Hermione grabbed Ron by the arm and led him out of the Hospital Wing… he was stunned and simply followed her lead.
Draco was rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back and speaking to Harry softly, "Sshh, calm down it okay." Harry was once again snuggling with Draco and purring. Draco wore a puzzled and slightly amused look on his face.
Madame Pompfrey returned with both Albus and Severus in tow. Before Remus could speak, however, Severus noticed the two boys.
"What in blazes are you doing to my Godson Potter?" He bellowed in his most menacing voice.
Harry tensed and faced this new threat, his eyes once again glowing brightly. Remus tried, "Snape not now… be quiet so I can explain."
"Keep your explanations to yourself, Lupin" Snape snarled, and then he stalked over to the two boys… Draco's eyes were open wide as he frantically shook his head no… but Snape was ignoring him and was totally focused on his lap full of Harry. Snap grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him off of Draco, "Get off of him, Potter!"
Harry pulled his arm away from Snape and quickly picked him up by the collar of his robes and threw him across the room. Magic was flowing off of Harry like water and he grabbed Snape again, but before he could hurt him, Draco yelled, "NO! Harry stop."
Harry dropped Snape and gasped in pain grabbing at his collar frantically. A keening wail coming from his mouth as he desperately tried to stop the pain. Quickly realizing what had happened, Remus turned to Draco, "Draco, you must tell him he did a good job, he listened to you… you are the only one who can stop the pain… that is a training collar and he is being punished."
Realization and horror flashed across Draco's face at the meaning of Remus' words. Rushing to Harry, "Harry that was very good, you stopped yourself perfectly, I am proud of you… you were good, Harry."
"Alright, that is enough… no reason to embarrass him now is there?" Snape asked dryly. Draco blushed… in his rush to stop the pain his many praises were having a rather embarrassing effect on Harry. He was panting and moaning at Draco's words. Snape stormed over to Remus and simply demanded, "Explain."
Harry had once again latched onto Draco and would not let go, so Draco sat on Harry's bed and leaned against the headboard to hear this explanation as he was very curious himself as to why Harry was acting this way.
"Perhaps we should all sit down, the calmer we are the better I do believe." The Headmaster said with a twinkle in his eye. He conjured some chairs and all three sat. Albus gestured for Remus to begin the explanations.
"Harry is a Veela Prime." Remus stated.
"Impossible, there are no Veela in the Potter family… and Lily was a muggle-born witch." Snape said quietly.
"Apparently, Lily was not as muggle as we have all been led to believe. I don't understand why we never suspected before… except that there has not been one in over a thousand years… he matches the description though… he is petite, fair skinned, with dark hair and those eyes. He is also very much on the side of the light…" The Headmaster explained.
"Excuse me, just what is a Veela Prime? I have a bit of Veela blood in me and I have never heard of this type of Veela or the coloring you mentioned." Draco asked from Harry's bed.
Remus went into professor mode. "A Veela Prime is a very powerful wizard. The Prime is always male, though the gene is always passed through a daughter. The mark is the green eyes. I am sure if we looked back through Harry's family starting with Lily, that's Harry's mum, we would find that one female in each generation had green eyes like Harry. It would be his mum, his grandmother, and so on back to the last Veela Prime. Said descendants are rumored to be both magical and squib so Lily was probably from a long line of squibs and didn't know it. There is not a lot known about the Prime… except he is rare, always Light, and rather powerful. I am sure that we could do some research and discover more… there are special laws regarding the Prime but no one has had need of them for so long I doubt many even know of their existence. Now to explain Harry's behavior… well…"
"Never mind… as I said, I am part Veela. Not enough to go through what Harry is, but enough to recognize it for what it is. Harry is in heat, and I am his mate." Draco spoke with little emotion and a sense of resignation.
"Yes, Draco. I am afraid you are correct. He needs you to survive. Do you accept this?" Remus asked.
"No, absolutely not. I will not allow it." Severus gasped.
"Yes. I understand and I accept it. It certainly explains the sexual tension that has been building between us over the years… it also answers my questions about his sexual preference." Draco stated.
"I said no." Severus said petulantly.
"I am afraid my dear boy, that your Godson is old enough to make these decision, is he not?" Severus nodded reluctantly. "Draco, being Veela, I trust you understand the implications of what you are agreeing to? You will be mated with Harry Potter… as he is Prime you will take his name at your bonding ceremony. Though he is Prime, you will find he will be more… shall we say effeminate in your relationship than you might suspect. The balance of a Prime is that he is very much a dominant force to the world, hence the name of Prime, but that his mate is above all…"
Draco blushed at the implication. "I understand. Can he carry children? There is no way to prevent a Veela pregnancy you know?"
"Yes, he can get pregnant. He will be extraordinarily protective of you. You may feel smothered, but his emotions will be out of kilter for a while. Since none of us knew… he will be unprepared for his instinctual reactions. We will have to depend on you to calm him and keep him under control. He will not be allowed off the grounds until his magic is stable and he is able to control his emotions. Now, I think you two need some time alone together. I will give you your own private quarters for now. Oh, and Draco. Do NOT bond until after we remove that collar." The Headmaster stated.
"When will that be sir?" Draco asked desperately. He knew far too well the allure of an un-bonded mate and he was not sure how long he trusted his self-control.
"Tomorrow morning after breakfast. I believe, based on Harry's reaction to your commands… that your father is the one who placed the collar on his neck. But until Harry is able to speak to us, we won't know just what happened." The headmaster answered.
Draco nodded and followed the house-elf that was summoned to show them the way to their private rooms. Harry had his legs wrapped around Draco's waist and was holding onto his neck. Draco had his arms holding Harry close to him and was trying to ignore the fact that Harry was purring and licking his neck. They were led to a painting of a Unicorn and a Dragon. After giving the password, 'prime', Draco stepped inside. He ignored the front room and took Harry into the bedroom. The bedroom was elegant. Dark wood furniture, warm tapestries, and the biggest bed Draco had ever seen. Draco lay Harry down on the bed and stripped to his boxers. He knew that the skin on skin contact would help keep Harry calm.
He removed Harry's pajamas and was struck by the beauty before him. He reached out a hand to touch Harry's chest… and Harry arched into the contact. "You are so beautiful, Harry" he murmured, forgetting the effect such statements had on his future bond-mate. Harry gasped as erotic tingles shot through him. Draco remembered the collar. He reached out and touched it causing Harry to moan and jerk. Harry's arousal was obvious… and as disturbing as it was… Draco realized he could use the collar to exhaust his Harry, without the danger of completing the bond.
Draco got them both situated on the bed. He lay down next to Harry and whispered sweet things into his ear. Draco spoke Harry to exhaustion… even having to stop and take care of his own… problem a few times. He had to admit, seeing Harry writhe in ecstasy was almost enough to push him over the edge on sight and sound alone.
After Harry fell asleep, Draco cleaned up the aftermath of their pleasure and spooned behind Harry on the bed. He pulled the smaller man closer, until they were fitted together like puzzle pieces. After covering them both up, and before slipping into sleep himself, he whispered, "Goodnight Harry, welcome home."