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Timeline: Harry's seventh year.

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS "R"! Contains slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!

Behind the Masks

Part Ten: I've come back to you

"It's all my fault." Harry moaned rubbing his face into his hands. "I should have done something."

His beautiful green eyes looked up to meet the concerned but understanding eyes of Professor Dumbledore as everyone sat in his office an hour prior to Hermione being kidnapped.

"I just…my instincts…" Harry moaned on.

"Your instincts were to protect your lover; there is nothing wrong with that, Harry." The wise Headmaster softly told his young pupil.

Draco squeezed Harry's hand. "We'll get her back, Harry. He won't hurt her, not if he thinks she's Helena."

The young Malfoy had spent the past hour explaining his father's 'problems' to everyone and why he would want Hermione.

"But she is…" Everyone turned and looked at Ginny who looked rather pale but blushed as everyone watched her. "I mean…isn't she?"

"I'd bet on it." Harry sighed. "Why her? Of all people…"

"There are no mistakes in life, Harry. Everything happens for a reason." Dumbledore told them leaning back in his chair, hands folded neatly across his lap.

"How did it happen? Being reborn…it's…not something that happens often, is it?" Ron asked glancing between Professor Snape and the Headmaster.

Dumbledore simply gave a small shrug. "If it does happen often the person does not realize it."

"Are they usually magic folk?" Ginny asked.

"Always." Dumbledore nodded. "Several people have theorized this as one way a muggleborn happens. Some magic folk believe that all witches and wizards are reincarnations and depending on the amount of power in past lives it will determine how powerful they are in this one."

The students looked confused and tired by then.

"I believe Ms. Granger's safely is our up most concern now. We must find out what exactly the potions Lucius Malfoy has taken have done to him mentally." Dumbledore told them as Harry looked over at Draco who seemed supportive but more then a little shaken up.

"What can we do?" Harry asked leaning forward in his chair stroking the hand of his lifemate.

"Severus will analyze the potions Lucius gave Draco. We do not know the charms he is using on himself but Severus will leave tomorrow, so not to look so suspicious, and visit Malfoy. He will inquire to the charms and Ms. Granger's well being since they are old friends." Dumbledore formulated as Draco looked at his Godfather and sighed.

"I'll take you to the potions." Draco told him standing up still holding Harry's hand.

Snape nodded and then bowed to Dumbledore before the trio headed for Draco's rooms.

Ron looked miserably at his teacher. "Is there anything we can do? Anything at all?"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley as a matter of fact…there is something you can personally do…."

Deep down into the Slytherin dormitory Harry and Draco sat cuddled up in front of his fire quiet and thoughtful.

So much was going on inside of them at the moment it seemed impossible to describe it. So they didn't, they just felt it. They felt the heart beat of each other, felt the hot flesh of each others skin as Harry stroked his arms all the way down to his finger tips then back up.

"I love you Harry." Draco whispered his eyes never leaving the crackling fire in the hearth. "I just…I wanted…" His breath seemed to be catch as if too emotional to describe.

"I know, sweetheart." Harry kissed his hair. "I love you, too. I don't know what I'd do if…" He couldn't finish the thought as his eyes too stared into the glowing flame. "I'll protect you with my life, always."

Draco felt his inside twist around; his stomach flopped around with a nervous squeamish feeling, while his heart thumped loudly in his chest.

Draco gray/blue eyes found Harry's green orbs. There was a tense but gentle moment until Draco swallowed heavily and got up onto his knees and straddled Harry lap.

"Draco? What are….?"

The blonde's soft powdery lips took Harry's making the boy-who-lived weak all over. He didn't think Draco had ever kissed him like this before. With heat, yes. With fire, yes. But never with a need like it was necessary, like air was. Like warmth on a winters eve. This was how Draco kissed him, not moving too fast and perhaps that was what struck Harry most of all.

Draco slowly pulled away after a long moment. Harry's eyes fluttered open and looked at his beloved with wonder.

"Harry, things are so uncertain. I don't know what's going to happen but I want this." Harry could feel Draco's heart pounding against his own while he held him close.

The next sentence Draco spoke made Harry loss his breath.

"Make love to me…please, Harry."

Harry opened his mouth but nothing seemed to be coming out.

"I need to be with you. Oh, Harry. Please. Forever, just me and you." Draco kissed Harry again, this time with a little more urgency.

Draco had never been intimate with another person. Despite what people thought about Slytherins they kept to themselves. Making love was too private to share among just anyone. Draco had always seen this act as giving his body to someone completely. In trust and in love. No, this was not an act that he would share for just the pleasure of it.

Draco didn't wait for Harry's yes as he stood up taking his hand and leading him across his room towards the large four postured bed.

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"I love you, lifemate."

Harry smiled softly feeling as if his life had just begun. "I love you more."

(Hidden Malfoy Manor – The same day)

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Hermione kicked and screamed as she was brought kicking and screaming down the corridor of the Manor overtop the shoulder of Lucius Malfoy.

"Stop fighting, Helena."

"I'M NOT HELENA! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS!" Hermione shouted banging her fists into his back.

Dammit, why did she have to be so small and easy to toss around? She wondered as she was brought through two large doors into a sitting room.

She was tossed onto the couch and shouted angry managing to steady herself before tipping over.

"Let me go, Malfoy! My friends will come for me!" Her checks were red hot with anger.

"I think not." He grinned gently leaning down to run his palm over her check.

"NO!" She shoved him away and the seventeen-year-old looking Lucius only laughed.

"Still have your fire, I see." He turned and went to the adjoining room. "Oh, and don't try to run I've put several charms on you."

Hermione's eyes had been watching the locked doors with a sense of desperation since he'd set her down. Dammit, no telling what the charms would do.

"What do you want with me?" She demanded. "I don't know anything about the Order or…"

Lucius laughed making it sound more like a chuckle under his breath. "No, my love. I did not think you would." He had a beautiful carved mahogany wood box in his hand no larger then a muggle shoe box. Name Helena was softly carved into the very top.

"This is yours." He handed it to you and she only took it because of the way he was looking at her. Not threatening but in a fond kind of way. It was scaring her.

"What is it?"

"The only things I had left after you died."

Oh, Merlin. Lucius Malfoy has gone insane. He's lost it. I'm in big trouble.

Her hands somehow found the latch and pulled it open not noticing Lucius grin at her hands reflexes as to where the seal was located on the side instead of the front.

A sense of panic took over her when she stared at what was inside. Her heart raced and became uncertain as she pulled the soft lilac scarf from the package. Why did it feel so familiar? Look so familiar?

"It was your mothers." Lucius replied. "She gave it to you the day before we met, for your sixteenth birthday."

Her hands were trembling. No, that's impossible, I'm not Helena, I'm not Helena, I'm not Helena…

She pulled out a dry single rose that she didn't ask about, an old muggle quarter that had been carved into with a woman's hand L + H. A page from a book that had been ripped out and folded several times, she didn't read it but pulled out the final possession in the box.

It was a gold locket with an Irish claddagh on the top. Her hands were shacking as she found the clasp.

I'm not Helena, I'm not Helena, I'm not Helena…. She chanted as her hands opened the locket and she held it close as she looked at the moving wizard picture of a young Lucius Malfoy and a brunette girl with round checks, tiny nose and fawn brown eyes.

I'm not Helena…I'm not Helena…I'm not Helena… Hermione whispered even as the tears started to pour down her checks.

Her eyes looked up to see Lucius Malfoy, completely still, waiting for what she'd try to deny. She could think of nothing that would not be a lie and the truth was much too frightening to speck. The only words that seemed to form in her mind came straight from her dreams.

"Your magic is inside me. I'll come back to you."

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