:D 2 chapters in 2 days! Don't you all just love me? :3 As promised, this chapter will hold a lot of information about Harry's time before the war & right after the Light lost :) Hope you all like it, lemme know what you think!
Warnings: Plot-filler, again. Angst, hurt, & a little intro for some man smex at the end :)) Though I'll disappoint you now & tell you you have to wait for the next chapter for it :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, nor do I make a profit from writing this
Voldemort clicked his tongue as he approached Lucius' cell.
"My, my, Lucius. How the mighty have fallen. I believe your son has made it clear that you will not be back here until I find it admissible for everyone. Draco has already been to see your wife; I believe you'll be surprised when you return home. No, please don't speak; I wouldn't want you to strain yourself." He had the biggest smirk on his face as Lucius turned red at his last words.
"You are free to go for now." He opened the cell door and stood off to the side as Lucius stood to leave. Right as he moved past him, he braced his hand on the thin man's arm.
"Oh, and Lucius?" The elder Malfoy looked up to his Lord with a straight face.
"Make sure this doesn't happen again. If you ever hurt Harry again, your head will rest on my dresser to look at every night before I go to bed." With a swift nod of his head, Lucius left. Voldemort sighed, leaving the dungeons to head back to his study.
'I wonder how Harry is doing today…' Sitting at his desk, he moved the pile of papers he had signed off into the drawer. He'd need to mail them out later, important files for the Ministry about Hogwarts.
'Nagini? Has our snakeling and the youngest Malfoy returned yet?' She slithered across the carpet, moving up around Voldemort's legs to wrap herself around his body comfortably.
'Yes Master, our snakeling and the blonde man are in bed resting.'
'Thank you Nagini.' Voldemort cooed, stroking over her head and under her chin as she rested against him. There was still so much to do before Christmas, but he supposed for now he would wait.
'I'll need to go this week to pick up his present. I hope he likes it.'
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His breathing was erratic, sweat causing his hair to stick to his face as he looked around quickly. They'd been trying to find her for hours, with no luck. When they finally found out Hermione had been taken to Malfoy Manor, they'd quickly snuck out of Severus' floo network to arrive there. Looking around quickly, he motioned silently with his hands for Neville, Ron, and Luna to stay back. Quickly making his way up the stairs, he laid flat on the marble steps; gently raising himself with his forearms to see the situation in the foyer above. From where he was now, he could hear the conversation clearly; as well as now see what was happening. Voldemort himself stood by the fireplace, angled to face the few followers there. Hermione was bound by her wrists in her lap, her head down. Lucius, Bellatrix, as well as Peter Pettigrew stood around talking with one another as Voldemort continued to watch Hermione; twirling her wand between his fingers.
"So you are telling me that you wish to live, MudBlood?" Harry bit his lip to silent a retort, glancing all around in a way to think of a plan.
"Of course I want to live, who doesn't? I may be a Muggle born, but I am still human. It is a natural reaction to want to survive and li-," before she could finish speaking, Bellatrix had grabbed Hermione's hair by a handful; jerking back to glare at you.
"You speak to Our Lord with respect you filth!" Harry felt his legs twitching to move. He glanced back to make sure the others had stayed behind before looking back. Lucius now sat in a seat off to the side, Pettigrew standing next to Voldemort as if waiting for an order. Bellatrix still had Hermione by the hair.
"You wish to live, then. So what are you willing to give up, to make sure your life is preserved?" Harry's heart was pounding loudly in his ears, the fact that his capture could happen at any given moment making his aderinile increase.
"I will give you what you want; I'll give you Harry Potter." Harry's eyes widened in disbelief at the words he heard, shocked still. Voldemort laughed, a huge smirk on his face that mirrored the one Bellatrix wore.
"You would sell out your own friend to save your life?"
"Of course I would. It's his job as The Chosen One. He's to sacrifice himself so we can all live in peace. If that means I have to sell him out to live, as well as to bring peace to the world, I'll do it." Bellatrix laughed manically, pulling Hermione up by her hair to stand.
"MudBloods, no sense of loyalty at all! You pollute us with your filth and selfishness. Please My Lord, allow me to kill the girl." Voldemort raised his hand to stop Bellatrix when she pointed the wand at Hermione's throat. Harry couldn't believe the situation. Someone he had considered a friend – family – was willing to give him to the man who killed his parents.
"Ms. Granger, was it? I find it hard to believe that someone so faithful to Potter would willingly give him up. How can I know you are being honest in your intentions to survive?" Hermione looked to him with a straight face, now at an angle that Harry could see her, and he knew that she was being honest. She had that look of determination she always wore when she lectured him and Ron.
"You have no reason to believe me, but I am no liar. If I say I'll give you Harry Potter, I'll give you Harry Potter. Let me prove it to you and I will. No questions asked." Harry felt the anger and sadness of betrayal welling up inside him. To think he trusted this person with his life made him feel sick. To think he was here risking his life for her made him almost become sick.
"Put a tracking spell on my wand; give me directions on how you wish for me to have Harry brought to you and it will be done. All I ask is you spare my life in the process of this war."
"Pettigrew, step forward." Lucius suddenly jumped in, causing Voldemort to look at him but concede to the directions given.
"B-but My Lord…" He looked to his Master who nodded him forward. He moved ahead with unsteady feet, standing before Hermione and Bellatrix; who looked insane with glee.
"You wish to prove yourself, do you? Show me you hold no mercy." Without another word, Voldemort tossed Hermione's wand to her; having Bellatrix cut her bound hands. With a steady hand and voice, Hermione easily casted the Cruciatus Curse at Pettigrew; making him fall to the floor wailing in pain. After a minute or so, Hermione removed it before looking straight to Voldemort.
"Let me leave here and I'll show you I mean business." Voldemort stared at her, before looking to Lucius and Bellatrix.
"Alright, Ms. Granger; we have a deal. You bring me Harry Potter and I'll spare your life." Before anything else could be said, Harry quickly slid down the steps; telling the others in their rush to leave that he almost got caught but that Hermione was unharmed.
"You can't be serious, mate! We can't just leave her behind, they'll kill her!" Ron complained, quickly keeping up with them as they made their way to the floo. Arriving back at the school, Harry was trying to calm himself down. He wasn't sure what was worse, than anger he felt or the sadness.
"I told you they almost caught me Ron. Voldemort told Mr. Malfoy to go check the step; I had no choice but to leave. I told you she wasn't harmed, and she looked fine." Luna stared at Harry with the dreamy look she always wore, Neville next to her frowning at Harry.
"Are you sure she'll be ok Harry?"
"Hermione will be ok if Harry says she will be. All we can do is wait for her return, she will return." Luna randomly broke in, giving Harry a sad smile before dragging Neville off to the Great Hall. Ron sighed, brushing his hair out of his face.
"If you're sure Harry, you know I trust you." Harry stared at Ron for a moment, before nodding and following the others to the Great Hall.
'I know Ron, but now I have to wonder if I can trust you.'
Sitting up in bed quickly, Harry's chest rose and fell quickly in his need to catch his breath. He always hated that memory, that day that lead to all the days of pain and hate. It was a constant reminder that he could truly trust no one, except of course for the man who had tried killing him all his life. If anyone, he was never anything but honest to Harry about everything; even if that meant wanting to kill him. Looking to Draco who laid beside him, he easily slipped out of bed before heading for the shower. He felt groggy from sleeping for so long, but he wanted to talk to Voldemort about what happened. Turning the shower on as hot as he could get it, he stripped the rest of his clothes off before setting his glasses on the counter. Feeling the water scold over his chest made him sigh and relax; the most he's been able to relax in days since the incident. Flinching a little at the memory, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the wall.
The battle had been over for a few hours now, Harry still kneeled before Voldemort; all of his followers who were still alive gathered around to watch. He was still covered in blood, his own and those of the people he had supported.
"My followers, we have won the battle!" Cheering could be heard in the background but Harry was blurring it out; wishing he was dead.
"Now we have the one who I have pursued all along. Mr. Harry Potter has decided to be with us tonight in our celebration." More cheering, but Harry just felt sick to his stomach. Even being betrayed by his friends, he wished he didn't have to watch them die; maybe then he could avoid feeling regret for those who wished to use him. Voldemort walked down from his throne, standing before Harry whose head was down.
"Do you not have anything to say in your defense, Potter? Are you just going to die without even trying?" The room turned oddly silent as Voldemort interacted with him, waiting for him to reply. There really wasn't anything for him to say; he was going to die, so what did it matter?
"Well Potter, are you going to answer or should I just do you the favor and kill you now?" Voldemort went silent again, waiting for Harry to answer him. When he didn't, he reached down and yanked his hair back to face him.
"I am waiting on your answer, Potter. I wish to give you a respectful death; you deserve at least that much for fighting me so long. Even if you didn't win this time, at least take pride in the fact you survived."
"Why care about surviving when I was supposed to die in the beginning anyway? What's the point? Quit rambling Tom, and do what you've threatened to do my whole life." Everyone was shocked when they heard Harry utter Voldemort's real name. Harry assumed it might anger the man enough to finish him off without having to listen to him talk anymore. Finally looking into the blood-red eyes that stared him down, Harry stared at him brokenly.
"I have nothing left anyway, so go ahead and kill me. That's all I have to say." When Voldemort didn't reply, but kept staring at him; he began to feel apprehensive. What exactly was going to happen to him now that Voldemort had won and everything he's ever truly known died?
"I have a better idea, Potter. As much as I wished to kill you a long time ago – and even wish to now – you are much too valuable to just dispose of. No, I have better plans for you." With a snap of his fingers, the last person he wanted to say came forward at the command.
"Yes, My Lord?"
"Ah, yes, My Dragon. You have exceed my ideals in the best of ways and helped bring us even closer to our win. For your sacrifices and success, I give this present to you. Harry Potter will be your new pet." Harry's eyes widened in the first emotion he'd felt since watching his friends fall, and all he could do was black out when those pale, long-fingered hands reached for him.
"Thank you, My Lord."
Opening his eyes, Harry jumped slightly when he felt hands stroke over his waist.
"I see that you awoke without me this morning. I hope you are feeling well Raven." Harry could only nod his head mutely, leaning back into the touch on his body. Draco's hands smoothed over Harry's stomach, stroking his hips in a possessive manner. Even after the trials of becoming his school enemy's slave, Harry couldn't picture being anywhere else; even if a part of his wished to be somewhere else.
"You should have woken me, pet. I wanted to greet you differently this morning." Harry's curiosity was peeked at Draco's words and he turned in the arms that held him; now facing away from the water.
"Master?" Before he could ask anything else, Draco had him locked in a deep kiss; pressing him against the wall. Grinding his hips back into Draco's whimpering, he clung to the man's shoulders; head tilted back as his neck was attacked in small bites.
"It has been so many days since I tasted you, Raven. Let me have you." Draco wanted Harry so bad. He had wanted to reclaim him right after the incident with his Father but he knew Harry needed space. He'd given it to him, but now he needed Harry. Draco needed to reassure himself that Harry was his and only his; being given permission to go on was the last thing he needed. Harry whined in his throat, pressing his hips to Draco's in need. He didn't think Draco would ever touch him again; not after what happened with his Father the other day. Clawing at Draco's shoulder when he bit roughly at his chest; Harry nodded his head listlessly.
"Yes Master…please…" Were the last words Harry got out before every inch of him had fallen under Draco's will.
:3 you can call me a bitch now, I totally deserve it! So as you can see, this is a little insight into the betrayal & how Harry become Draco's :3 There'll be more detail& incidents later on that I will add into the story, but I hope this was enough to appease you all for now :)) -R.F.