Warning: This is YAOI. This means boy/boy action. If you don't like, don't read. So if I get flames on how gross I am, I'll ignore it, cuz if you didn't like you wouldn't read, and if you didn't read you wouldn't flame. So a flame means you read despite my warning, so you're an idiot for not taking me seriously. There is a small make-out scene in this chapter, of the incestful nature (though there's a reason for it and it won't be quite the way it sounds, promise!)
"Talking"
'Thinking'
(Time change, character change)
Observations
o0o0o0Dream sequence 0o0o0o0
The War of Lemuria and the Prince of Avalon
Chap. 7- Of Chains and Guardians and Fire and Ice
(Snape's POV)
Snape was sitting in a chair beside the Golden Boy's bed, taking Lupin's place for the night. The werewolf was a wreck; it had been two days since the nightmare had started. The boy was almost constantly moaning, though to everyone's surprise he barely moved at all. He'd start to turn his head, but suddenly he'd stop, as if he couldn't. No one knew of what he dreamed, though not for lack of trying. Snape had brewed several potions to try and see into Potter's dreams, but all he saw was silver fog, everywhere. Earlier that night he had tried Legilimency to reach Potter, and he had seen only one thing, a sad looking big black dog. He was shocked back into his body, and now, 10 minutes later, he was watching the child as he dreamt. His slight respect for Potter had grown a little, as he realized the boy had seen his Godfather, and there were no tears on his face.
But then Potter suddenly woke up, his open eyes an icy emerald green, furious enough to rival those of the Dark Lord.
"I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill that goddamned Bastard!" Harry growled furiously.
'What the hell! Potter never swears! I've never seen him look so, so like Voldemort. Perhaps he has more power than he lets on...' Snape calculated before he spoke.
"Language, Mr. Potter." He snapped at the boy.
"Snape. What are you doing here?" He spat venomously, taking in his surroundings.
"I'd like to ask you the same." 'Calm. Must be calm. Must not kill the Potter-brat. That would be bad, very bad indeed…'
"Well, I see Hedwig by the window, so I'm assuming she brought the letters. In which case, you know exactly why I am here. Why couldn't you have just let me die? Grrrrr…I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM IN THE MOST PAINFUL POSSIBLE WAY, AND HE'LL WISH HE HAD NEVER MESSED WITH HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Snape looked startled at the outburst as the normally forgiving boy screeched his revenge loud enough for Dumbledore and Minerva to come running.
"You know you can't Potter. There are laws against killing Muggles." Snape drawled.
"I meant Voldemort you fool!"
Snape tried hard not to look like a fish out of water, but it wasn't working very well. Dumbledore walked in just then.
"Well, that's good to hear Harry." He smiled cheerfully. "And I'm glad you are awake."
"No." He said quietly. "It's not."
That shut everyone up. Even Dumbledore looked slightly surprised.
"I'm not killing him for you. I'm doing it for me. For my own pleasure, and trust me, I will enjoy it." He said bitterly.
"What, the-boy-who-lived is mad about his Godfather's death? Really Potter, I didn't think the dog in your dream would affect you so." Snape said scathingly.
"It wasn't a dream." He whispered softly.
"My dear boy, you've been out for two whole days, if not a dream, then what was it?" Dumbledore asked with that goddamn annoying twinkle in his eyes.
"I was in the Cymepk."
Soft gasps were heard throughout the room, and finally McGonagall spoke.
"The Realm between Life and Death? However did you get back?"
'...! No wonder his dreams were full of silver. And that explains Black. He went through the cloak so he didn't die, but he is no longer alive either.'
Snape looked up from his thoughts, just as interested in the answer. Even Dumbledore looked curious.
"Voldemort wouldn't let me die." The boy spoke with such acidic hatred, you could almost taste it, and a slight power surged through the room. Potter was losing control.
"Explain!" Snape snapped in his infamous, 'You are inferior and had better obey' voice.
"I saw my mum and dad. They told me I had to come back and I tried to stay. Then a dove appeared and startled me into falling, but Voldemort caught me as I grabbed at his robes. He told me that since I wanted to die, he would punish me by forcing me to live. Then he threw me and I came to." Harry said in a monotone, his face showing no emotion in a mask that any Slytherin would have been jealous of. But then Snape realized that Potter hadn't moved, not so much as turned his head.
"Potter, why haven't you moved?" He drawled.
"I can't." The boy suddenly whispered, his eyes returning to their normal emerald color, his face paling.
"What do you mean?" McGonagall asked in concern.
"I'm tied up... aren't I? I feel as if I have chains all over my body, I can't even tilt my head without cutting off my airway." He looked around confused.
Just then Dumbledore did a very complex revealing spell, and indeed, Potter was covered in tight chains, each with a sharp point driving into his skin. There were more gasps and Albus looked weary for the first time in ages.
"Potter, what happened?" Snape asked neutrally.
"It was Voldemort. He told uncle Vernon to whip me with special glass that was later found in the front yard. He must have made it so the chains would be active once I was brought here."
"I think you are quite right my dear boy! But we'll just have to get rid of them. You cannot expect to heal like that!" And with that Dumbledore started muttering removal charms and spells with the help of Snape and McGonagall. But try as they might, all they did was loosen the bindings.
"STOP!" Potter cried out again.
"The chains are loose, but I know for a fact you won't be able to lift them. And it hurts, so please, stop."
"How can you know that, Potter?" Snape snapped.
"I just do. I can sense it. But they are loose enough. I can move, it's just that I now have weights attached to my arms and legs. Please, do not make a big deal out of it. I will learn to live with these chains, until I figure out how to throw them off. But if you keep trying, it's going to kill me. I think... I think that somehow these chains are a part of me."
Everyone mulled this over for a few minutes, before Dumbledore finally nodded.
(Harry's POV)
The chains felt as if they were part of my skin, every time someone touched them, I could feel it. And when they tried to rip them off, it felt as if someone was trying to rip my limbs from my body. The pain was near unbearable. So when Dumbledore nodded, I simply sat up. Even Snape looked a tad surprised. I looked out the window and stared at the landscape outside. It was nearing September and frost already covered the trees. Someone was out there. I could feel it. Yet they did not feel threatening, merely curious.
I stared until I sensed the others leave. Only then did I allow myself to collapse back onto the pillows.
"How did you know of Cymepk, Potter?"
'gah! I didn't know he was still here…how'd he do that?'
"Why should I tell you? Just because you're a teacher doesn't mean you own me. Let's get this straight right now, shall we? You've hated me since I first came here. And I learned to hate you too. School hasn't started yet, so I don't have to take shit from you. You've done nothing but make my life hell since first year. Just because you found me and saved me you think I owe you something. An explanation at least. I owe you nothing. Get it? I didn't want to be saved. So, if anything, you owe me. Now get the fuck out of my area, I need my rest." Harry said in carefully controlled icy tones.
Snape, to his credit, merely glared at the boy before him, wondering what the hell he was doing in Gryffindor.
"You will watch your tone with me, boy. Or I will make sure you regret it."
"Oh really? How so? Are you gonna be like Vernon and try to beat it out of me? Or are you going to tell the old man his Golden Boy needs to watch his mouth? Hmm Sev? Or will you give me detention as soon as school starts? I know you just love to spend time with me."
Snape just looked on, wondering exactly when it was that hell had frozen over. Then he turned and left in a cloud of black silk, unable to tell if his newfound respect for the boy had grown, or vanished.
'Serves him right, the bastard. Ra but I've wanted to do that for so long. Now what am I supposed to do about these chains? I can barely move…But I have to. If I'm going to get revenge, I have to be able to move. Besides, whoever it is that's watching me doesn't need to know of my current…weakness. I suppose I can start by sitting up…and I won't let myself lay down again until my body can't handle the strain. Eventually My body will be used to it and ignore it, just like the beatings.'
And so Harry spent the next two hours forcing himself into a sitting position before he fell into an exhausted sleep.
(Draco's POV)
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He was dreaming again. That was the first thing that popped into Draco's mind. He had to be. How else would he be high above the manor, without a broom? And the snow. It wasn't even September yet, it was impossible for there to be this much snow. Draco shivered, noticing that he wore only a pair of black silk boxers. No wonder he was cold. Floating 50 feet above Malfoy Manor while it was snowing and the wind was howling was bound to do that to a person. Wait a minute…that didn't sound right. You weren't supposed to be able to freeze your ass off in a dream. He would know, he'd studied dreams a lot since the start of the summer. Which it still was.
'What the hell is with the snow? And…and why the hell am I drifting away from the manor? It's my dream, shouldn't I be able to control it?…no luck. This is definitely not normal. Damn it's cold. Am I moving faster? Hey wait! I can't see the manor! Where am…oh. Hogwarts? Why am I here? Who… is that Severus? I wonder what's wrong with him. He looks positively livid.' Draco smirked as he floated passed his godfather's room.
'Wait… Someone can see me…I feel it.'
"I told you I'd be back young Master. Are you prepared?"
'Prepared? Prepared for what? What the hell is going on here?'
"Why, a war young one. I thought you'd know that…"
'You're with Dumbledore?'
"Ra no! Not that war. It is pale in comparison to ours."
'Who are you anyway? And what war? I know of no other war…'
"Hmmm….perhaps you are not prepared then…I am called Julian, and I am your Guardian. It is my duty to protect and prepare you, young Master. The war is waged between many races, an underground feud that Voldemort is trying to manipulate."
'Protect me? From what? And what are you, exactly?'
"I am to protect you from the dark wizards, water and earth elementals, some vampires, and the Dark Veela. They all wish to either use you to win, kill you, or to breed you."
'Breed? I am not a fucking animal! And… why would any of them want to kill me, or use me for that matter?'
"Only the Forgotten Ones have secrets from him, and as such you are much desired. But I wouldn't mention any of this to anyone. You'll learn more on your 17th birthday. I will be watching, My Darling Ice Prince."
'Wait! What the fuck is going on? Tell me damn it! What the fucking hell is a Dark Veela?'
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And suddenly Draco was staring into furious molten silver eyes.
'Fuck.'
"Draco." his father glared as he yanked his son into an upright position, sitting on his son's legs and preventing him from escaping.
"Where did you hear of Dark Veelas?"
"No… Nowhere father." 'Damn…I'm gonna get in trouble for stuttering…'
Lucius grabbed his son's shoulders and pulled him close, until they were inches apart.
"Don't lie to me Dragon. Tell me what you know. NOW." He commanded.
Draco gulped. He had the feeling this was not going to be good. He looked down and licked his lips, trying desperately to think of a suitable answer.
What he didn't realize was that both he and his father had started to glow. Nor did he notice how the angry look in his father's eyes was concealing panic. Or how Lucius's eyes seemed to be changing shape, becoming more almond like and a light blue in color. He didn't see how two of the books on his shelf had fallen to the floor, pages fluttering and then stopping at a certain point. He didn't see the crystalline form of a man in the window, struggling with all his power to get in. And he didn't hear the same man's screams to flee.
All of this was happening in a matter of seconds, and before Draco could reply he felt fire shoot through his blood, eyes flying to his father's face, realizing what it was he was feeling. Lucius was kissing him, with a passion so strong he had never imagined possible. And before he could stop himself, he was kissing back with just as much fire.
Cool lips caressed cool lips, a pale hand stroking a boy's cheek and becoming entangled in silky silver hair. Ice blue eyes stared into glowing silver, neither one moving to stop. Then, a gasp, and a sharp tongue invading the icy canal of a child's mouth. One tongue stroked another in a struggle for dominance, fire slowly filling Draco's mouth, throat, chest, and then flowing on until his whole body was flaming with need.
'But this… this is so wrong…What's going on? Why is he doing this? Why am I letting him? I can't stop… but... it's not right…but I need this…'
And suddenly small hands wrapped around Lucius's neck, pulling him even closer until he lay on top of the boy. All the while their eyes were locked, neither one understanding quite what was going on, or how to stop it.
'But…it's so warm…I need this…I need more! Give me more!'
And suddenly the glow in Draco's eyes darkened, turning dark stormy gray, and he rolled over, pinning his father to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He lay pressed against the man, biting his father's tongue, his eyes smirking as Lucius groaned.
When the older man tried to reverse their spots, his son slammed him back into the bed. Shock was clearly written in both their eyes, but neither could deny that, at this moment, Draco was the one in control. And Draco tried to sink into his father, to become a part of him. He was sooo warm…
And Draco was drowning in the smell and taste of his father. He smelled like the air on an icy winter day and vanilla, and he tasted like… Draco's eyes grew wide. He tasted like blood. Lots of it. And Draco realized he had tasted blood from the start.
The screaming from outside the window grew louder, yet no one heard it. And the Malfoy males glowed ever brighter, lost in a world of light.
Just as quickly as the light filled the room, it left. And the figure outside the window uttered one word before he disappeared in a flurry of snow.
"Fuck."
So, what do you think? no Lucius is not in love with Draco, yes there is a reason for that, yes it is relevant to the story. I'm sorry if it grosses anyone out, but the story can't progress without it. please please please review, I have plans for this story and would hate for it to die. Though I haven't updated it in so long I doubt anyone really cares….
Oh, and at some point someone made a comment about Lucius using a muggle phone, that's because it's a way for him to communicate with others without alerting the dark lord. I forgot that I erased that part when I edited the chapter it was ion. –sweatdrop-
love you all,
Lunadia