Hybrid Legacy

Chapter 9

Harry stumbled into the bathroom and headed immediately for the bathtub. He turned the water on and emptied an entire container of healing bath crystals that Severus had prepared for him into the tub. Stepping gingerly into the tub, Harry sat in the water with a grateful sigh. Those crystals were a wonderful production and worked almost immediately, soothing his sore bum immensely.

A few minutes later, Draco also staggered into the bathroom. Seeing the bath full of steamy water, Draco almost fell into the water in his haste to get in. He slid into the bath behind Harry, pulling the elf against his chest, and sighed in relief when he felt the instantaneous effects of the soothing water. His entire body ached, hell even his penis was sore. Two days of intensive and constant sex definitely took its toll on the body.

Harry suddenly sat up and looked towards the door. He stood quickly and climbed out of the bath, pulling on his bathrobe as he did and leaving behind a very confused Draco. As the door closed behind Harry, Draco scrambled out of the bath, pulled on a bathrobe, and chased after the elf.

DHDH

Harry had been relaxing in the bath with his husband when he heard a voice coming from downstairs. It was a familiar voice. He knew he'd heard it before, but he couldn't put a name or face to the voice. He quickly got out of the bath and went to investigate. Creeping down the stairs silently, Harry peered into the living room and just stared. Hermione was sitting on the sofa with Dennis Creevey.

Before Harry could gracefully go back upstairs and put on some clothing, Draco came barreling down the stairs and skid into him, knocking him into the living room. Harry staggered a few steps before regaining his balance while Draco managed to grab the doorframe to prevent his fall.

Harry painstakingly straightened his bathrobe before turning to address Hermione. "Hermione, aren't you supposed to be babysitting the twins?" asked Harry calmly.

"Yes, but I left them with Blaise today because Dennis said he had those photos you wanted," said Hermione brightly, ignoring Harry and Draco's lack of proper dress. "I figured you wouldn't mind if we went ahead and brought them to you."

"Well, you figured wrong," snapped Draco, still standing in the doorway. Hermione of all people should know that just because the 48 hours of heat were over, that didn't mean they were ready to deal with visitors.

"Draco!" admonished Harry. "I would love to see the photos you brought, Dennis."

Dennis pulled a bulky envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. "I really must be going, but these are all yours. If you have any questions or requests, just call me."

"Thank you, I will," said Harry, smiling at the former Gryffindor.

Dennis just smiled back and walked towards the front door. Harry, ever the kind host since Draco had completely abandoned the role in favour of glaring at the two interlopers, accompanied him. Shutting the door behind Dennis, Harry leaned against the door and sighed before going back into the living room. As he expected, Draco and Hermione were arguing about the ill-timed visit, almost nose to nose.

"Hermione, you know very well that today was recovery day. I can't believe you brought him here today of all days," snarled Draco. He was irritated because his very pleasant, relaxing bath had been brought to a halt because of her impulsiveness.

"I hate to disillusion you, Draco, but the world does not revolve around you. I brought him here because Harry specifically requested those photos, and Dennis wouldn't be able to visit again for another month," snapped Hermione.

"Then you should have brought the photos and left the little Gryffie at home," snapped Draco.

"It hardly matters now, guys. The damage is done, so to speak, so just get over it," said Harry, sitting on the sofa and laid the envelope of photos on the table in front of him.

"Oh, Harry, do you not feel well today?" asked Hermione concernedly, watching as Harry quietly opened the envelope to view the photos.

"About as well as you can expect after two days of constant sex," said Harry absently, shifting slightly to get more comfortable and totally missing Hermione's resulting blush. He dumped the photos on the table and spread them out to see them properly.

Draco snickered at Harry's comment and Hermione's blush, knowing that his elf hadn't really thought about what he was saying. He walked over to the sofa and sat down beside his elf to view the photos.

"That was a little more than I wanted to know, Harry," said Hermione firmly. At Harry's absent "Hmm?" she just snorted. "Well, I've delivered the message, er messenger, so I'll be off. I'll have the twins home in the morning, okay?" Draco just waved her away, so she quickly apparated back to her own home.

Harry and Draco sorted through the photos, smiling at the photo twin's antics. The twins were alternating between sticking out their tongues and blowing raspberries and blowing kisses. Harry frowned when he saw an odd photo in the mix. Brushing away the photos covering parts of it, his eyes widened when he saw a photo of himself. This photo showed him standing in the Gryffindor dormitory wearing nothing but a towel. He quickly picked up the photo and promptly vanished.

"Well, well, well," drawled a voice behind him. Harry quickly whirled around and came face to face with none other than Dennis Creevey. "I wasn't expecting you so soon. Had I known you would be here so early, I would have prepared the room better," he said gesturing towards the bed with manacles gracing the bedposts. Before Harry could move, Dennis hit him with a stupefy spell, and Harry fell to the floor.

DHDH

Draco jumped to his feet as soon as Harry disappeared and ran to the fireplace. He tossed the floo powder into the flames and yelled for Hermione. Hermione's head appeared in the flames. "I need to know how to find that bastard Creevey," he snarled.

"Why? What happened?" she asked worriedly. She got even more worried when a quick glance around the room showed no signs of Harry.

"Those photos contained a portkey and Harry was taken somewhere," said Draco, running a trembling hand through his hair.

"All I have is his office address," said Hermione timidly. "He's been staying with Neville and Lavender, but I don't think he'd bring Harry there."

"Give me whatever you have," said Draco. Hermione passed the address through the flames and wrung her hands anxiously. "I've got to contact my father." Hermione nodded and Draco cut the connection. He immediately tossed more floo powder into the flames and yelled his father's name. The floo opened and he saw his father on the bed shagging Severus. "Father, quit shagging Sev and get over here," he yelled irritably.

Lucius froze in mid-thrust and stared incredulously at the fireplace. Severus just groaned and muttered, "It was all your idea to keep the floo opened in this room." Lucius pulled out of Severus, snatched up his robe, and stormed over to the fireplace.

"You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me," snarled Lucius, glaring at his son. He finally noticed how pale Draco was and the fine trembling of his son's hands. "What's wrong, Draco?"

"Hermione brought Dennis Creevey to the house this morning because he'd finished the photos that Harry had requested. We were looking through the photos when we found a photo that wasn't from the party. Harry picked up the photo and was portkeyed away. I need your help to find him," said Draco urgently.

"Can't he just open a portal and leave?" asked Severus, kneeling beside Lucius after donning his own robe.

"If he isn't hurt, yeah. But since he's been gone for over twenty minutes, I would say that's not an option anymore," said Draco frantically.

"We'll be there in ten minutes, Draco. Just calm down until we get there," said Lucius, disabling the connection and hurrying to the wardrobe. "Is Remus still here?" he asked Severus.

"Yes, I am," said Remus, striding into the room. He paused when he saw the worry etched onto Lucius and Severus' faces. "What happened?"

"Harry's been kidnapped. Draco just called us for help," said Severus, straightening his robes. "Apparently that Dennis Creevey kid slipped a portkey into the photos he brought them."

By the time Lucius, Severus, and Remus stepped out of the fireplace into the living room at Godric's Hollow, Draco was pacing a hole into the carpet and clutching the pendant Harry had given him five years ago. He looked up as they arrived and gave them a shaky smile.

"The only good news is that I had a tracking charm placed on the pendant he's wearing. All we have to do is get there before something bad happens to him," said Draco quietly. "We have to hurry."

DHDH

Harry was terrified. Here he was trapped motionless by a stupefy hex with his stalker in the same room. He whimpered when Dennis picked him up and placed him on the bed. Harry silently prayed for Draco to hurry and find him when Dennis manacled his arms and legs to the bedposts. Tears rolled down the elf's face when Dennis opened his bathrobe and gazed at his naked body in awe.

Dennis couldn't believe that he finally had his beautiful Harry in his grasp. After making sure that the elf was secured to the bed, he eagerly opened the bathrobe to see his wondrous naked beauty. Staring at the glorious frame in front of him, Dennis was almost hesitant to touch such perfect exquisiteness. He stroked a hand up Harry's chest and circled his nipples lightly. Getting no response because of the stupefy spell and feeling secure with the fact that Harry couldn't escape, Dennis took off the spell and resumed his stroking. As Dennis' hand traveled towards the elf's flaccid cock, Harry tapped into his elemental magic and blew him across the room so hard, his skull cracked against the cement.

Struggling uselessly against the bonds trapping him, Harry tried to open a portal to Draco. He managed to open the portal, but he had no way to reach it. Hearing footsteps nearing the room, Harry struggled harder to escape the chains binding him and prayed fervently for the arrival of his husband. A few minutes later the door opened.

DHDH

"I knew those Creevey's were no good. They were too eager to be around my elf," snarled Draco, running towards what looked to be an abandoned shack. He prayed ardently that this wasn't a dead end and that he would have his elf in his arms again.

As they reached the door to the shack, Lucius grabbed Draco's arm to slow him down. "Be careful, Draco. There could be others that we don't know about. You can't just go in there blind."

"Maybe not, but we don't really have time to scout ahead of time. Harry could be hurt, raped, or even killed. We have to hurry," said Draco, shivering at the thought of any of those things happening to his beloved.

"Remus, you go first. You can hear and smell better than us, so you'll know if there are others around. Severus you follow Remus, then Draco, and I will take the back," said Lucius.

Remus led them into the shack and tried to catch a whiff of Harry's scent. Taking in several deep breaths, he finally caught a very faint scent down in the lower levels of the shack. The inside of the shack had been magically enlarged, and they appeared to be on the top level of at least ten levels.

Remus gestured for them to follow him, and he headed for the staircase. They filed down the stairs, bypassing the first two levels. He stopped at the third level and breathed deeply again. He nodded absently and continued down the staircase. They bypassed another three levels before he stopped again.

"Is that tracking spell giving you an exact location yet?" asked Lucius quietly

"No, all I can tell is that he's near. Not this level, but maybe the floor below us," said Draco softly.

"The scent is getting stronger," said Remus. "We should find him soon."

They climbed down the staircase once again until they reached the next level. Remus suddenly tensed up and started toward the end of the corridor of that level. Lucius, Severus, and Draco raced after the werewolf and stopped in front of the open doorway. What they saw caused them to freeze in shock. That is until Draco got a good view and lunged into the room intent on murder.

All he saw was Colin Creevey, a man who was supposed to be dead, standing beside a bed where his beloved elf was shackled and naked. Seeing the tears shining on Harry's face just fueled his rage, and he pulled his wand with the killing curse on his lips.