now betead by the awesome drarrylover4ever
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter, cries, but I do have all the books and movies.
Voldyismoldy: I am so sorry it took me so long to update this story I really never meant to leave it for this long time just got away from me I guess. Anyway I am updating now and I want to thank you all for your reviews and your votes on what to do with Dumbledore and let me say there are a lot of creepy people out there! Just joking especially since I am no different and I now know what I am going to do with Dumbledore which you will see in this chapter. So please enjoy, review and I promise not to take so long to update next time.
Warning: creepy old man and foul language.
Chapter 8. A Place to be Safe.
Albus Dumbledore was a man used to getting what he wanted and being listened to at all times. As one of the most powerful wizards in the world, few would want to cross him and as the known leader of the light side in this war he was highly respected by most of the Wizarding world. No one would have suspected there was something else hidden beneath his kindly, old grandfather like exterior that was far less pleasant than what was portrayed to those around him.
There had only been three times when he was denied what he wanted. The first was when he was still a professor and Tom Riddle had slipped from his grasp before he could get a true taste of him. The boy had been too clever and despite the abuse he had suffered, too untrusting to ever believe his grandfather act so he had never let him get close enough to him. So he had been left to satisfy himself with others that didn't have the same beauty or power he did.
The second time had been years later when he had been the Headmaster and set his sights on the golden boy, James Potter. The boy was perfect with his roguish looks, slick seeker build, and his loyalty to him. He had easily trusted the older man he had known most of his life and should have been an easy catch except for his friends and even Severus. Sirius and especially Remus hardly ever left the boy's side and he had no desire to anger a werewolf no matter how powerful he was. Plus he was always in detention for his fights with Snape making it nearly impossible for him to get him alone.
Then there had been James Potter's son, Harry, whose power and beauty had easily eclipsed the father's. From the moment he had held him as an infant and looked into his green eyes he had been determined to make the child one day his and set about his plans to make it so. He had created a false prophesy, he let Severus over hear, that would point to two families, knowing Voldemort would go after the Potters, convinced Peter to betray his friends, and got rid of James and Lily. At the same time he had allowed Sirius to go after Peter, to be arrested and thrown in Azkaban, and convinced the ministry that Remus, as a werewolf, couldn't care for their savior properly.
Having gotten rid of the boy's protectors he then deliberately left him with the aunt and uncle who hated him and paid them to be as abusive as possible to him without killing him. The last step had been paying an overly bright, but painfully naïve Muggle born girl and two greedy, ambitious, Weasley children to befriend him, leaving him incredibly open and vulnerable to his kindly old Headmaster. The plan had worked too. Harry had come to Hogwarts beaten down into a shy, timid boy who had instantly latched onto the friends he had been given and believed everything Dumbledore told him.
Everything had been perfect and he had watched from the shadows as he waited for the boy to grow. He may have liked them young but he preferred teens to children, right on the cusp of manhood or womanhood as the case may be, though he preferred boys. He had taken many students over the years he had been at Hogwarts always erasing their memories of the encounters so as not to get caught but they all paled in comparison to Harry with his expressive green eyes and petite body and his power. He was the one he had been waiting for, the one strong enough to bare his heirs, and he wanted him.
He had almost had him to, ready to make his move after that summer, but the little brats had ruined it by revealing their deception to him. Then the boy had been stupid enough to run out of his house and get captured only to somehow be saved by Draco Malfoy of all people and reveal the abuse he had suffered and his knowledge of it. Now he had been turned on by most of his most loyal followers and the boy was hidden away beyond his grasp.
That however wouldn't stop him as he was determined not to let this third boy get away not like he had Riddle and his father. He had thought he could still use the three brats to get close enough to him to snatch him away as he was no longer allowed in Grimmauld and they had almost succeed until the Malfoy boy and the twins had stopped them. He should have know better than to trust children to do his work for him but it hadn't been a total failure as at least now he knew Sirius had somehow come back from the dead and the boy was even better protected than he had first believed.
It was obvious to him now he would have to take a more hands on approach and something a bit more subtle as well. It would perhaps be a bit more difficult than he had first thought but not impossible and though he may have been a Gryffindor he still had the cleverness of a Ravenclaw and the cunning of a snake. He knew all the boy's weaknesses and where he was most vulnerable and it would be all too easy to exploit them. He needed only to get him and then all too soon he would be rounding nicely with his child.
Grinning to himself he took his pensive out of one of his desk drawers and placed it on his desk. He ignored the sad trill of Fawkes as he swirled the contents of the bowl with his wand till he came to the memories he wanted. Blue eyes twinkling he watched memories of Harry changing in his rooms, showering in the dorms and locker rooms and of the few times he had gotten him alone to sneak a few touches of the beautiful young boy. Harry of course had no idea Albus had been watching him, as headmaster and a powerful wizard he could go anywhere unseen in the castle, and no memory of what he had done to him as he had erased them.
He had some memories as well from the boy's uncle and those were some of his favorite. He loved to watch the way the boy squirmed when he was penetrated by the obese man and to listen to him as he screamed in pain and started sobbing tears spilling from his beautiful eyes. Liked to watch the blood and cum drip down his thighs, colored with bruises, and imagine it was him in place of the uncle. Soon enough it would be and he would make him scream and beg and cry for his touch and after he had his heirs and grew too old he would get rid of him and move onto his next conquest. For that was all Harry was, a conquest and a barer of his heirs, and that was all he would ever be.
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The next day, Poppy examined Harry again at lunch time and told the three men that he was able to be moved so long as he rested afterward. Sirius and Remus assured her he would and Severus went to his home to change his wards to allow the two men and the boy into his home. Draco was already recognized as part of his family by the wards and so would have no trouble flooing in, but the others needed to be added before they could bring Harry through.
With Sirius and Remus's help Harry was able to dress and pack his few things away in his trunk. Draco quickly packed his things as well glad they had been able to get them from the Manor and they all waited in the sitting room for Severus. Molly and Arthur hugged Harry, the woman crying, and told him how much they loved him and how sorry they were about what their children had done to him.
Charlie and Bill squeezed him on the shoulder and assured him if he needed anything to call them and they would do what they could to help. Moody warned him to keep "constant vigilance" and attempted to hug him, but Harry flinched and moved back toward Sirius stopping him from doing so. The twins gave him a bag of some of their latest inventions and Sirius made him laugh by telling him about all the pranks they would play on Severus with them.
While they all said goodbye to Harry Draco hung back glad so many people cared about him, but also a bit envious to as he watched them. He had never really had anyone care that much about him except for his godfather. His friends were only that because of their parents and his mother and father had never really had time for him. There was always something more important going on or something he did to disappoint them in some way so affection was not something he had received a lot of in his life.
As such, he was shocked when Mrs. Weasley finished with Harry and then wrapped him up in a hug as well telling him to be safe and thanking him again for what he had done for Harry. Mr. Weasley shook his hand and told him he was one Malfoy who would always be welcome in their home and the two older boys shook his hand as well and patted him on the back. The twins went even farther by wrapping their arms around his shoulders and telling him not to get into too much trouble with Harry before they released him. Even Moody shook his hand and told him he was glad he was wrong about some Slytherins.
Fortunately for Draco, Severus arrived then and told them it was safe for them to go through. Sirius went first with Harry holding him steady as they disappeared into the flames. Remus followed a few minutes after with their things and then Draco after Severus shrunk his trunk for him. The potions master watched each one of them go through making sure that the floo was working correctly the way he had set it up so that they wouldn't have to say the name of their destination out loud and reveal information they didn't want anyone else to know.
"Molly, Arthur, I will try to keep you updated on Harry's progress as much as I can and if it is safe we will see about letting him return to Hogwarts in the fall," Snape told them as he moved to leave as well. He didn't like the idea of the mutt and the wolf being in his house without him for very long. Who knows what kind of damage they could do even in such a short time. "But I ask you not to try to contact him or any of us until I or Sirius or Remus says it is safe to do so."
"Of course, Severus, just take care of him for us," Arthur agreed his arm wrapped around his wife's waist who nodded in agreement.
Severus nodded and then stepped into the fireplace and let the flames take him away to Spinners End. He arrived in the sitting room to find it still in one piece, thankfully, and Harry and the others sitting on the couches waiting for him. The black haired boy was leaning tiredly against his godfather and he was reminded of how Poppy had told them he was still weak and would need to rest in bed after being moved.
"Follow me and I will show you to the rooms you will be staying in while here," he told them turning to leave the room, certain they would be right behind him.
Sirius picked up Harry carrying him bridal style and ignoring the boy's protests knowing he was too tired to walk even the short distance to the rooms. Snape lead them down a series of hallways and to the surprise of everyone, save Draco, they saw very few doors and instead found a multitude of bookcases. Of course they were all aware of Snape's love of knowledge and reading but it still seemed odd for them that there were so few doors until Snape stopped at one and took a book out moving the bookcase back and revealing a till then hidden staircase.
"These bookcases are the only way to move around my home. The Snape's prided themselves on their privacy and protection. The bookcases gave them more time to hide should they ever be attacked and the wards breached as only certain books will open them to allow access to the rest of the manor," Severus explained as he led them up the stairs while the bookcase slid back into place behind them. "Only I know all of the books that open the different entrances, though Draco knows most of them, and eventually I will tell you the ones I think you need to know. However, there are certain places you will never be allowed to go or at least not without me there or my permission like my lab for instance and I expect you to respect my privacy while you are here, is that understood?"
"Sure thing, Sev," Sirius replied though it lacked the usual bite it would have once and Snape ignored it as they reached the top of the stairs and came to the hallway beyond it.
"This will be Harry's room and Draco is right next door to him," the potions master told them, leading them through a door on the right. "You, Remus and I all have rooms across the way so we will all be close by should anything be needed at anytime."
The room was large, but cozy with a dark oak wardrobe, desk, and four postered bed that Sirius brought Harry over to. The bed was draped in emerald green curtains and bedspread and the black haired boy found that he didn't mind the colors as the blankets were pushed back and he was slipped inside the bed. He couldn't believe how tired he still was and how sore his body still felt even though it had been healed and most of the bruises and scars were now gone.
"Thank you, Severus," Remus replied as he pulled the blankets over Harry who was already having trouble keeping his eyes open. "Do you need anything Harry?" the boy's eyes flickered open at his question and after a few minutes he shook his head in response. "Then I think you should take a nap now, you still need to rest and recover."
The boy nodded and the three men left the room leaving the two younger men alone. Draco moved to leave as well so that Harry could get some rest but a gentle tug on his wrist stopped him. He looked down in surprise to see Harry's hand holding onto his wrist and the boy's green eyes looking up at him imploringly.
"Draco, will you stay with me just till I fall asleep please?" he asked shyly. Draco blinked and then nodded with a small smile.
"Of course I will, Harry," the blonde boy replied scooting onto the bed next to him and entwining his hand with his. "Now you just sleep I will be here to watch over you."
Harry smiled feeling safe with him despite his uncertainty of what the other boy really wanted with him and snuggled into the blankets allowing his eyes to close. Within minutes he was asleep and so he never saw how Draco watched him with passion filled eyes nor felt as he ran his hand over his dark locks while he slept.
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Harry awoke hours later in a dark and quiet room that was empty save for himself. Draco must have left sometime after he fell asleep and with a groan he sat up feeling strangely disappointed that the other boy wasn't there. Looking around the room though, he knew almost instantly that something wasn't right and reached for his glasses on the nightstand only to find nothing there. His hand only met bare wood and with blurry eyes he looked around the room trying to discern where he was.
The room was slightly smaller than the one he had fallen asleep in and from what little he could see it seemed to have a rounder shape to it to. The bed he lay in was draped in red and gold and bookcases lined the walls. Near his bed was a window or at least what he thought was one as he climbed shakily out of the bed and stumbled over to it.
It was indeed a window and from what he could tell the room he was in was fairly high within whatever building he was in. He could see the unfocused shapes of the grounds below him. Some that looked like trees and a smooth expanse that he supposed was water in some sort of pond or lake, but due to his blurry vision nothing looked familiar and he had no idea where he was though he felt as if he had seen some place similar before.
His musings were interrupted by the opening of a door behind him and he turned toward it as a fuzzy shape entered the room. At first all he could see of them was white and purple until they were close enough for him to make out who they were. He gasped as he finally realized who was in the room with him and backed away from the man in fear and uncertainty.
Albus Dumbledore stood calmly in front of him in a dark purple robe his long hair tied back and even his beard pulled into a tail. He smiled at him, his eyes twinkling, but they were no longer reassuring and grandfatherly to Harry. Instead they sent chills through his body and he shivered as he tried to find a way out and wondered just how he had gotten there when he was supposed to be safe in Severus's home with the others.
"Ah my boy so glad you could join me," the old man said joyfully moving closer to the obviously frightened boy as his eyes darted around the room looking for an escape that didn't exist. "No need to be afraid, Harry, I only wish to speak with you nothing more. Now why don't we sit and have a nice chat you and I?"
Harry shook his head but even as he did his body started moving toward the bed against his will. He struggled against whatever was controlling him but it was no use and he soon found himself seated on the bed with the man seated near him. Once he was whatever was controlling his body left him and he scooted toward the head board to get as far away from the man as he could while bringing his knees to his chest in a vain effort to protect himself.
"I know you are confused and that you don't trust me anymore due to certain circumstances that have happened recently. But I assure you, Harry, I only have your best interest at heart," Albus began ignoring the tight little ball the boy had formed himself into as if it was of no consequence to him. In fact, he spoke and acted as if the two of them were just sitting down for a nice cup of tea in his office as they used to do in years past. "I cared a great deal about your parents, especially your father; you know and in other circumstances would never have wanted to see you come to harm, however I could not put the safety and well being of one child above that of the Wizarding world certainly you can understand that. You, who have always put the well being and safety of your friends above your own can most assuredly see the insignificance of one life when compared to the life and well being of the entire Wizarding world, yes?"
"I . . . I suppose so sir," Harry replied his voice no more than a whisper as it trembled with fear and self-doubt. "But aren't I the boy who lived, sir? Doesn't that mean I should have been loved and protected in order to defeat V. . . . the dark lord?"
"Ah, Harry, it is for that exact reason that you couldn't be loved and protected as you perhaps should have been," The Headmaster told him chuckling at his look of confusion. He moved closer to the boy as he continued and Harry drew his knees up tighter to his chest in reaction to his movement. "I am a very old man, Harry, and I have seen many things during my years in this world and I believe that there is nothing more powerful than love. However, I have also seen that the ones who fight the hardest are the ones who having been deprived of love all their lives have finally received it. Once they are given that love they will do anything to keep it even risk their lives just so the one who actually loves them will keep loving them and so it is with you, Harry. You, who hasn't known love since you were a small child would fight to the death to keep the love you have now at last received for fear it will be taken away again, do you understand?"
"Yes sir I think so," The boy said, though he didn't sound at all sure of what the man had told him. Albus seemed not to notice this however as he smiled in response to his words. "S . . .so what do you want with me now sir?"
"What I have always wanted with you Harry to defeat Voldemort," Dumbledore replied. The boy said nothing as the man brought his hand to his left leg and started to rub it nearly smirking at how his eyes went wide in surprise and alarm. "However, there is something else I want with you to Harry. Something I have wanted for a very long time. To love you and keep you with me always."
"W . . . what!" Harry exclaimed in horror trying to move away from the man who was now gazing down at him with an expression that reminded him very much of how his uncle used to look at him right before he violated him. "G. . . get away from me. D... don't touch me!"
"Ah ,my boy, I am afraid that I cannot do as you ask and that there is very little you can do about it," Albus explained with a grin as his hand moved up to the boys arm and then his face tilting his chin as he trembled and fought back tears. He could see Harry trying to use his magic to push him away but of course nothing happened as he knew it wouldn't. "I am sorry; Harry, but you will find yourself quite powerless here. This is after all only a dream that I am very much in control of. Alas as it is just a dream I cannot do all that I would like to you yet and I fear that you will soon wake, but you may consider this a taste of what is to come, of what your future holds for you."
Harry shuddered and gasped as the man brought his lips to the boys crushing them in a brutal kiss. The man may have been old, but he was still strong and Harry found himself unable to get away as he wrapped his arms around him in a bruising embrace. He struggled in his hold and tears stained his face as he tried to get away praying that he would indeed wake up soon if this really was just a dream. The kiss didn't last long though much to his relief and the man soon released him licking his lips as Harry stared back at him shaking and unable to speak.
"I do believe it is time for me to let you go, however much I don't wish to," the man told him sounding very reluctant to do so. Harry nearly cried in relief that he would soon be away from the man but held himself back from doing so, afraid of what he would do if he did. "Don't fear though for we will see each other again soon and the next time it will be very, very real with nothing to stop us for I have every intention of keeping you for myself and seeing you round soon with my child."
Harry's eyes widened impossibly further at his words and he opened his mouth to refuse them, but his vision blurred further and then darkened before he could. He could feel his consciousness fading away again and didn't fight it wanting only to get away from the man and his twisted desires. He felt himself fall back against the headboard as the man chuckled and then knew no more as he was wrenched away from the dream and back into reality.
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Harry woke with a gasp trembling and curling into himself in fear and despair. Wrenching sobs tore from his chest as tears dampened his face while he held himself, afraid to open his eyes in case he was still in the dream and still with Albus. The man's last words echoed in his ears filling him with dread at the idea of one day carrying his child. Without even thinking about it his hand lowered to his stomach and he sobbed in relief when he felt it was still flat with the absence of another life.
"Harry, are you ok? What's wrong?" The sound of the concerned filled voice brought him out of his despair slightly and he reluctantly allowed his eyes to open to find Draco still laying next to him silver, gray eyes filled with worry. "Did you have a nightmare? Was it about Voldemort or your relatives? Do you want to talk to me about it?"
"N . . . Not right now Draco," Harry replied unable to bring himself to tell him about it yet. It still felt far too real for him to talk about it and all he wanted right now was to feel safe, from Albus and rest of the world as well. "P . . . Please just hold me for a little bit please, Draco?"
Draco nodded without hesitation and Harry launched himself at him sobbing into his chest as he held him in his arms. He didn't care right now if Draco only wanted him for sex and didn't really care about him, he felt safe with him and protected and that was all that mattered to him at the moment. Just knowing that someone was there who wanted him in some way was enough to take away at least a little of his fear.
Yet he knew that there was really little Draco or anyone else could do against Albus if he really intended to take him for himself. The man was a powerful wizard, far more so than any of them, and the only one Voldemort had ever feared or so everyone said. He was sure to that if Voldemort was even afraid of the man that he must have a really good reason for it and wondered just how much the Headmaster was capable of. Obviously far more than he had thought if he was so confident that Harry would soon be his.
The idea of the man's hands on him, of him using him as his uncle had, and being forced to carry his child, sickened him and he felt bile in his throat. He forced himself to swallow it though not wanting to leave Draco's arms yet even to throw up and clutched his shirt tightly in his clenched fists. Eventually, his sobs slowed as he fell into a reluctant and exhausted sleep while the blonde boy continued to hold him rocking him gently and whispering words of comfort and love that he never heard.
A/N: Oh. My. God! It's finally finished. I swear this chapter took me months to write and I really thought I would never get it done. I don't know why this story is giving me such a hard time, but it is, however I am determined to finish it somehow and someday and I thank all of you who are still reading this story and especially all of you who voted. I think the results of that vote were pretty obvious don't you.
The idea for the bookcases in Snape's house came from some other fan fictions I have read and was an idea that I really liked. It just seems to really fit him. I also don't really like this chapter very much especially the dream with Albus and I apologize for the OOCness of Harry who was kind of pathetic in this chapter. So I am eager to hear what all of you think of it, in other words please review.
On another note I have at least half of the chapters for three of my other stories written and now that I have finally finished this one I should be able to finish those pretty quickly. I am also working on a one shot gift fic that I should have up soon as well since I have both this Friday and Monday off from work woo hoo! Anyway hope you enjoyed and look out for more updates from me soon.