Title: The Herald of Truth

Pairing: DM/HP, RW/HG... so far

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP

DISCLAIMER: Me? Own Harry Potter? Laughs hysterically, tears pouring forth from eyes. Oh gods! Ahahahahahahahaha! If you don't get it. That's a no. I don't own Harry Potter. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.

Summary: It's the middle of the war and the casualties are amazingly high on both sides. There isn't a reason to laugh or be happy anymore. But suddenly, the Secrets of Hogwarts are being revealed one by one. Everyone is paranoid and everything is in disarray. Who's doing it? What are they trying to accomplish and who's next? SLASH. R/R

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Chapter One: The Silver Scroll

It was December 24, 1997. All the students sat in the Great Hall, eating their breakfasts, chatting amiably with each other, and trying to forget that war was on their front steps. The students were all present. Almost no one had gone home for the Christmas holidays, because their families were too occupied with the war to receive them or even acknowledge their presence. Many students didn't even have a family anymore. The hall exploded in a flurry of feathers as the post owls entered. The students watched with wary eyes. The days when letters were filled with good news were over. Now not a day passed without someone getting the ominous Black Envelope. The Black Envelope almost always contained news of a loved one's death. Bad news always brought together people, even if they weren't particularly close. It's never nice to learn that your whole family has been decimated and that you're the only one left. Today was one of those Black-Envelope-bearing-bad-news days. An Eagle Owl, clutching a Black Envelope in its talons, soared into the Great Hall and circled it. All the students, wondering who the unlucky person was, wondering if it was one of them, looked up in trepidation.

The owl broke out of its circle and settled onto the Hufflepuff table in front of a small second year girl. You could practically hear the rest of the hall, thankful that it was not them this time, sigh in relief. With shaking hands, she reached forward and grasped the envelope in it. Just staring, she was nudged by one of her friends and continued in the process of opening it. Her eyes flew across the bit of parchment; you could tell when she got to the terrible news. Her eyes widened and tears began to fall, though she probably didn't realize it as she didn't move to wipe them away. When she was done, the letter dropped from her hands and almost falling from her table, she ran. The entire hall silently watched her, but a large part of the Hufflepuff table ran to follow her and Professor Sprout departed from the Head Table. When the footsteps could no longer be heard, the whole hall murmured with whispers.

One Harry Potter watched with dead eyes the scene that had unfolded before him. It was all his fault. He pretended not to notice the looks that people gave him after things like this happened. He knew what those looks entailed: "Why haven't you done anything? You're
supposed to be our Savior." or "So much for the Boy-Who-Lived. The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Useless is more like it." Harry felt a tear slip down his cheek. Making his excuses to his friends, he too left the hall. Even more whispering broke out now that the Golden Boy wasn't there to hear their callous taunts. No one noticed as a dark figure rose from the Slytherin table and also left.

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Harry stood at a large window in a room that only he and one other person knew about. He heard the door open and spoke without turning around.

"It's going to rain," he said softly, barely whispering.

"It's been raining for a long time now. You'd think one would get used to it," the person answered. Harry sighed, but did not turn around.

"I'll never get used to it." Arms wrapped around his waist and he tried to drown himself in the warmth that they provided. He felt another tear slip down his cheek and placing his head in the crook of the person's neck, he turned in the embrace.

"Do you think it's all my fault? Do you think I should be doing more? That I should be out there in the thick of things instead of hiding in Dumbledore's shadow?"

"Don't talk like that, Harry. It's not your fault."

"How can you say that?" Harry said looking into the person's eyes. They were so filled with emotion. Emotion that only he was privileged enough to see.

"Just trust me, Harry. You do all that you can. The world can only benefit from you, if you stay alive long enough to acquire the knowledge you need to slay that monster." Harry closed his eyes. Trying to kiss away the tears and the pain, the person lay a sweet kiss on his closed eyes.

"What would I do without you?" The person said nothing, but guided Harry to the bed on the opposite side of the room.

"You need to rest. Did you sleep last night?"

"No...but what about my friends? They'll wonder and I have extra training..."

"Unimportant." The person lay right beside his love, pulling him close.

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Harry woke up three hours later to his love's eyes trained on him and a hand slowly trailing up and down his thigh. He shivered with pleasure and felt a burgeoning need to be undressed and have his lover fully sheathed inside him. As if knowing what he wanted, his lover moved closer and took his lips in a searing kiss. Harry pulled him closer. Robes, shirts, trousers, and boxers were all hastily removed. Harry touched every part of the hard body above him. The person licked one of Harry's hard nipples and he gasped in pleasure. Leaving small bite marks here and there, he nibbled at Harry's tanned flesh and was pleased with the sweet moans that Harry was making. He started to go lower, but was stopped by Harry. He looked into his lover's eyes silently asking why and was shocked to find the raw desperation there.

"I want to forget. Make me forget. I need you inside me." The person reached towards the bedside table, but Harry stopped him once again. "Just do it." The person nodded. He hated seeing his Harry this way. So desperate. He leaned in and captured Harry's lips in another passionate kiss. When had it become more? He thought to himself as he thrust into Harry and swallowed his moan of both pain and pleasure. When had it become more than just a tryst, a mere fucking? When had he start to care? Harry's legs were wrapped around him, trying to pull him closer. When had they become it for each other? He stared into Harry's eyes, the love swirling there was all for him. He buried himself into Harry's neck licking the flesh there. He bit down and heard Harry call his name. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up for much longer. He grabbed Harry's erection and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Harry tightened around him and orgasmed, bringing him to orgasm himself. They fell in a sweaty tangled heap on the bed.

"I love you," Harry said still fighting to catch his breath.

"I love you too, Harry," the person said stealing one more kiss from the beauty he was gifted to call his own.

When Hermione and Ron walked into the Great Hall for Lunch, they were amazed to see Harry sitting there, looking off into space. Ever since the war had started in earnest last year, during their sixth, things had never been the same between the Trio. Harry had distanced himself quite a bit. He was always running off every now and again without telling anyone and then coming back at odd hours. His grades had even improved quite enormously. He was even giving Hermione a run for her money. They just couldn't understand. What had wrought such a change in their best friend and why didn't he ever talk to them?

"Hey mate," Ron tried as he walked up to him. "Didn't see you in classes today." Harry didn't look at him, didn't even acknowledge his presence. Ron could feel his temper rising. He wasn't mad at Harry, well not entirely. He was mad at Voldemort, at the Wizarding world, at everyone! Just look at what it was doing to his best friend. Harry should have been living a normal life, but he wasn't able to because of the burden on his shoulders. To think, he had been jealous of that fact. Where had his head been? He felt his hands clenching into fists, but then felt Hermione's hand on his shoulder. He looked into her chocolate brown eyes as she shook her head from side to side. He knew what she was saying. She was telling him to leave it. He sighed, trying to restrain his anger and took a seat next to his unresponsive best friend. The Great Hall filled quickly, as they passed, everyone shot looks towards the Gryffindor table, specifically towards Harry Potter. Harry remained oblivious as he picked at the food on his plate.

It was the middle of lunch when it happened. An owl glided through the big window in the Great Hall and flew in lazy circles around it, carrying what appeared to be at first glance a simple scroll. But if one looked at it carefully enough, the scroll was pure silver. As the owl neared the middle of the Hall, the string holding the scroll to its leg unraveled and fell, but it did not hit the ground. It stayed suspended in the air as if invisible cords held it there. It unfurled and expanded to look like a Muggle movie screen. Everyone looked at it in awe, thinking that it was something that the teachers had done for the students, not noticing that even the teachers wore baffled looks on their faces. Images flashed on the screen and people recognized faces in these flashes. Suddenly words began to appear.

Contrary to popular belief, everyone sitting in this hall has something in common. Gryffindors and Slytherins, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Everyone. It has come to my attention that you do not realize this. Well...things are about to change. Five snap shots suddenly appeared on screen with pertinent information under them. The one of Susan Bones highlighted itself and enlarged.

Susan Bones
Seventh Year Hufflepuff
Loves to Dance, Sing, and Juggle
Secretly desires to own Neville Longbottom as her Sex Slave

Recent News: That wasn't a dungbomb last Friday, Bones farted.

The snap shot changed and soon there was a moving picture of Susan looking constipated and then having a satisfied smile on her face while everyone was raising their hands to their noses. Everyone remembered the incident. The Great Hall couldn't be used for four days after that. They stared at Susan as if she were some type of amazing thing, most getting a good laugh while the girl sank in her seat, blushing furiously. The Great Hall quieted again as a new snap shot appeared on scroll.

Zacharias Smith
Seventh Year Hufflepuff
Loves to Iron his parchments to make sure they're straight before he writes on them.
Secretly desires to cultivate the largest Marijuana Bush

Don't be fooled ladies. Smith isn't all he appears to be. Though it may not seem like it, this Hufflepuff is just that. Smith sleeps with a bright yellow stuffed unicorn with a neon green horn that glows and sucks his thumb. Isn't that precious?

Once again the snap shot changed and soon another moving picture replaced it showing a slumbering Zacharias with his unicorn. Said Hufflepuff turned a shade of red worthy of Gryffindor and sank into his seat as girls all around the hall cooed at him. The picture disappeared in a swirl of colors and another was put in it's place.

Professor Hooch
Professor
Loves to Play Quidditch (obviously)
Secretly desires to conquer the Quidditch Kingdom

Betcha never would have guessed that she used to be married to our prickly potion's master.

Gasps filled the Great Hall as the snap shot changed and showed a very intoxicated Snape and Hooch walking down the aisle in a Las Vegas Casino.

They divorced ten minutes later when they were hit with a Sobrietus Charm from Professor Flitwick.

A split screen appeared and showed two jets of pink light hitting them and then they looked at their clasped hands with horror and jumped apart. Everyone just stared at Hooch and Snape, the latter doing his very best to glare at them. Needless to say it wasn't
very successful. There was dead silence to greet the next picture.

The Weasley Twins
Former Gryffindors / Hogwarts Students
Love to pull pranks...and...pull pranks
Secretly desire to win the Nuclear Chemistry Nobel Prize

These brothers still take bubble baths together.

As a picture of the two in a large bath tub with copious amounts of bubbles filled the screen, the Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw part of the Great Hall stared at the twins; the Gryffindors being used to this and having nothing against it. All twins were abnormally close. The Weasley twins were just closer than most. Yeah...sure.

Millicent Bulstrode
Seventh Year Slytherin
Loves to pig out on Muggle food
Secretly desires to do scientific research on the comparative nutritional value of Muggle and Wizarding Foods

Hey! If you ever visit Monster Island, say hi to Godzilla, because that's her Great Grandfather.

A split screen was used again to show the similarities between Godzilla and his great grand child. The great hall burst into laughter, The Slytherins trying to calm down a murderous looking Millicent.

As long as you ignore the fact that you all have something in common, your secrets will be revealed. Today was only a taste. Things WILL change. This is your warning.

The words faded into nothing and then suddenly, the Scroll Screen went up into flames. Burning until not even the ashes were left. The students left the Great Hall that day in dazed silence. Two figures parted from the crowd.

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"Harry?"

"Do you realize what this means? This isn't just some silly prank... What if they reveal-"

"Us? Whatever happens happens, Harry. Que sera sera, right? I'll let nothing get between us. Do you hear me? Nothing." He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Draco." Harry grinned at him and then pulled Draco closer for a fierce kiss.

A/N:

Once again, thanks to my beta Tanisha. You work Miracles chica.