The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… I'm not making money with this…

HARRY

It was early in the morning when Harry decided that he could no longer toss in bed. He had had tried to sleep after Sirius and Severus arrived the previous night. He really had, but he couldn't close his eyes.

Harry thought about Draco. His heart skipped a beat. At least Snape was there with him now.

Their "affair" had been born in the most unusual way. Draco had tried to get his revenge from Harry, but the late was prepared to it. They tried hexes and curses and lost their wands. Soon they were at each others throat rolling on the ground. They ended up kissing like beasts in heat. For the nest 5 days, they kept seeing each other at night. Kissing and fucking without a word. Harry who had never had any experience in love or sex decided that he needed to understand why the fuck were fucking around. The first times he tried to talk to Malfoy after sex were disastrous. They almost gave it up… ALMOST.

The sex, however, was too good.. They fit perfectly with each other. They understood each other's needs without words… After the first few tries on dialogue, they had settled for meaningless sex. And it worked… 'Till the night Harry was almost killed at Hogwarts. Draco had been on his way to the Room of Requirement to meet Harry when he found his lover fighting for his life on the hallway. 2 Death Eaters versus 1 Harry Potter. Draco had felt enraged and frightened and all his emotions were mixed. His mind screamed "How dare the bastards try to take away HIS Potter?" The need to behead the other men filled his veins like poison. The fear of losing the one thing that he had achieved by himself without any help compressed his heart. The one thing that brought him bliss without a price on it. Without a second thought, he came behind one man and bound him, Harry stunned the other.

When Harry brought professor Dumbledore and professor Snape to the corridor where he had left Draco watching the death eaters, they found the blonde torturing Avery. When they asked what had happened Draco just answered that none could cross a Malfoy and get away with it. His rage only subsided when he saw Harry smile. "Thank you" said the Boy Who Lived. And from that moment Draco knew that he was lost… That he would follow Harry Bloody Potter to the grave.

Snape trained Draco as best as he could to be another spy. And now… Now Harry's special person was there… Playing Death Eater to Lucius Malfoy and Lord Voldemort. It seemed that even Harry's love life was bound to be a total mess because of the Dark Lord. When he wandered out of the room he had been occupying at Grimmuald Place since the incident, he noticed how quiet it was so early in the morning. Too quiet. Harry drew his wand. And approached the stairs in silence. Hidden behind the handrail he took a good look at the entrance hall looking for enemies.

Sirius was there… He held… A… Medieval mace. A huge, spiked one. And… What the fuck, Harry thought before he could stop himself, he was hammering the wall with it. The whole building was shaking as if it was a light earthquake, he realized as he descended the stairs in a hurry penetrating the area of the Silencing Charm Sirius had used. He could barely hear himself thinking above the sound of the banging and the screaming paintings.

"SIRIUS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Shouted the boy above the noise.

Sirius finally seemed to acknowledge him putting his mace down.

"Oh, hey, Harry. Did you sleep well?" Asked the older man between Mrs. Black shrieking ignoring all lack of sense.

"Why are you destroying the house?"

"I'm not." Answered the escapee looking offended. "I'm just 'redecorating.' See, if the paintings won't come off the walls… The walls will go down with them. But don't worry I'm not knocking down the whole wall, I'm just opening windows." He smiled.

Ms. Black continued on. "Blood traitor, mudblood lover…."

"Oh shut it, you hag!" Sirius said, kicking the fallen painting. "Just grab a mace, Harry. You'll find it strangely soothing to the nerves."

Harry complied and, after the first swing, he knew Sirius was right.