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Harry James Potter swore his devotion and loyalty to Tom Marvolo Riddle at six o'clock p.m. on July 31st 1996. Watching him take his oath were his four parents, Bellatrix Lestrange, Severus Snape, and Fenrir Greyback. Tom performed the ritual as usual, asking if Harry would swear his life to Tom and to the Death Eater agenda. He did. Usually, once someone was sworn, their crest would change, indicating their own place in the fold, instead of that of their parents. It would still denote being an heir, but otherwise it would change to reflect their own self instead of that of their family before them. Before Harry could see the change in his crest, Severus stepped forward and bound his arm with a thick black cloth, so that no one could see the image behind it.
"Do not remove the binding until you are told to do so." Tom ordered his newest member.
"Yes, My Lord." Harry replied, shocking nearly everyone in the room at how respectful he was. Lily and James couldn't be more pleased.
"Go directly to the meeting hall, you are dismissed." Tom stated.
Harry was about to rise from his kneeling position but had to ask a question first. "My Lord, In which circle do you wish me to stand?"
Tom's face did not betray anything. "No circle at all. Stand in the back at the door, you will understand soon enough."
Harry caught his eye for a moment, wondering if it were an honor or a punishment to not stand inside of the designated rings. He wondered if it had anything to do with the prophecy. Instead of asking, he rose and led his witnesses out. No one touched him or even talked to him, no "congratulations" happened at all, for no one was quite sure why he was not assigned to a circle.
Harry didn't look back, not wanting to see the mixed emotions on his parents' faces, instead he walked directly to the meeting room, and opened the door, holding it for his parents, noticing that Bellatrix, Snape, and Greyback had stayed behind. Once the four were in the room, Harry stepped in himself, moving next to the door, behind the indented circles that marred the ground. He watched his parents move to the front of the currently empty room.
At the head of the room was a three-tiered raised platform. On the top was Lord Voldemort's throne, on the next tier down to the left, was Severus' high backed chair, that depicted two powerful basilisks, and on the tier below that, again slightly to the left, was the smaller chair belonging to Lucius. From the bottom platform stemmed a small circle. In order by numerus to the Dark Lord, stood James Potter, Lily Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Fenrir Greyback. Harry watched as his parents took their normal spots, leaving room for Narcissa and Fenrir. Behind them would stand the second through seventh circle of followers, each ring becoming larger the farther back it was. Everyone stood according to his or her numerus of the Dark Lord, and not by who else they might be a numerus of.
As Harry thought of this, he looked down at his arm, wondering why Snape had covered it before he could see the changes to it. He wondered if it would finally denote where he stood, as it had never had his parents ranking on it, like all of the other children that had grown up inside of the Castellum.
The sound of flapping wings pulled him out of his train of thought, and when he looked up he found Danica, flying in from a window on the far wall. She flew to him in the form of a brown and white hawk, sweeping over the room and landing on his outstretched arm.
"Hello Delmi" Harry thought, while catching her eyes.
"Master Harry, I am happy to see you again."
Harry ran a finger over her head and down her wing gently, "Where is Draco?"
"I am sorry, Master Harry. I've been ordered not to tell you."
Harry gave the bird a sad smile; "It's ok. I understand. I see that you have grown since you have been gone."
"Yes, Master Draco feeds me well."
"And what are you doing in here?"
"Master Draco sent me to you. To let you know that he was here, and that you will understand everything soon enough."
Harry shook his head. "So everyone keeps telling me." Harry watched as other Death Eaters filed in, each wearing their darkest colors, with their hoods covering the heads so that only those facing the circles could see their faces. He watched as every spot was taken in every circle, leaving no room for himself or for Draco. He really wanted to know what was going on, and why it needed to be kept top secret. About thirty seconds after the last Death Eater entered the hall, the door that led directly to Voldemort's office opened, and in he stepped followed by Severus and Lucius.
The three moved in front of their assigned chairs, but did not sit down as normal. They watched as every other Death Eater in the room dropped to one knee, their head bowed and their left arm exposed. Harry followed the same movement, dropping down on his left knee, his head bent, his left forearm exposed except for the thick cloth that covered his crest.
"Death Eaters. Today is a day to remember forever, a day that will be etched in the stone tablets of history. The announcement that I will make in just a moment will change your world, and the wizarding world as a whole, forever. Tonight I announce, my Heir."
The room filled with gasps of Death Eaters. The only ones that did not appear shocked were Severus, and of course Tom himself.
"My Heir, My Partner, My Equal, shall be treated with the same respect, and loyalty as you give me. Outside of the Castellum, his identity shall be kept confidential, for it is a direct order that his identity shall not be revealed to those outside of the Castellum walls, until he chooses to do so himself. He shall only be referred to as 'The Heir." Every Death Eater's crest glowed crimson, acknowledging the direct order. An order such as that could not be disobeyed, and if it were, would result in fierce punishment, usually death.
At Tom's words a chair appeared next to his own. It was made of rich redwood and black velvet. "May I present my heir, Harry James Potter!"
Harry's head snapped up faster than anyone else's, followed by those of his parents, and then the rest of the room. Harry stared into the eyes of Voldemort, not expecting this at all, he had planned to be an invisible force, the puppeteer with invisible strings… he never imagined that Tom would make him his equal.
"Stand Harry, and join me." Tom's voice requested. And Harry realized it was a request, and not an order. As Tom's equal, he would not be required to do what Tom asked of him. Encouraged, yes. But he would not be required, because the only way to remove the position that Tom had bestowed upon him now was to disinherit Harry… and if he did that, he would lose the hidden power, he had worked 16 years to cultivate.
Harry stood, and did as was asked of him, stepping through the Death Eaters, Danica on his arm, and watching as each circle turned to bow to him now. He reached the platform and slowly ascended the stairs, looking at Lucius when he reached the first one, watching the man bow to him. He took another step, up to Severus' level, and surprisingly enough Severus too bowed in respect. He took his last step, so that he stood on the right side of the Dark Lord himself. He caught Tom's eye, and in unison they bowed to each other, officially recognizing each other as equals.
"In taking your seat at my right hand, you accept your position as my heir, and as a leader of the Death Eaters. All those that bow to me, bow to you, and those to you, now also bow to me."
Harry nodded once, and once again in perfect unison, Harry and Tom took their seats upon the top level of the platform. There was silence in the room, and a half a second later Severus sat, and then Lucius.
Harry saw the faces of his shocked parents. Tears ran down Lily's face, and a look of immense pride held on James'. Sirius and Remus wore brilliant smiles, and looked like they wanted to give him a round of applause. His eyes crossed over the room, looking under each hood for the face of his best friend, it wasn't there.
He was going to ask, demand that Draco be brought into the room when Tom spoke again.
"For our second order of business, I have a gift to you. The gift of a Second."
The doors to the back of the room where Harry had been standing just a few minutes prior broke open, slamming against the walls. In the center of them stood Draco Malfoy, clad only in a pair of tight black pants and boots; his hair styled to look as if he had just left a rough bout of sex.
Harry watched Draco cross the room with even more confidence that normal. He noticed how Draco had grown, the muscles in his body becoming more pronounced and defined. There was a glow around him, a hum of magic and energy, an unmistakable feeling of power and superiority.
Draco didn't look at his father, whose eyes hadn't left Draco since the doors opened. He did not acknowledge his mother, who he strode past. He stepped up the platform with all of the confidence in the world, kneeling at Harry's feet one platform below him, bowing his head and raising his left arm.
"I, Draco Kalven Malfoy, swear my servitude, loyalty, heart and mind to you Harry James Potter, my First, in what ever endeavor you so wish of me. I am yours."
Harry watched as Draco's crest grew completely black, then a few seconds later reappear completely different. The Dragon that had always signified Draco remained, but instead of standing tall in front of a far distant castle, it was curled at the feet of a large Black Panther. Directly behind the two stood the castle, black and outlined in silver as two moons shone over head. A Basilisk curled at the top most tower had a single red ring around its neck. As Draco and Harry both noticed this, they also noticed a single bright green ring that wrapped around the tail of the Dragon.
"Harry, remove the covering." Tom asked quietly.
Harry took the end of the cloth and unwound it from his arm, letting the thick black fabric fall to the ground. The same castle from Draco's crest stood tall and proud, the basilisk remained, but held no markings, and the second moon appeared as well. Harry's Lion was now a Panther, black as the night. Behind him stood an army of animals, Draco was the closest, but he could see the likeness of his parents, as well as other animals that people's crest reflected them as.
Murmurs spread across the room as everyone's crest changed to include a Panther, usually somewhere to the right of the Basilisk. Harry and Draco stared at their arms in dead silence, taking in every nook and cranny of their Crests.
Draco didn't dare look up into Harry's eyes. He had no idea what Harry was feeling at this moment, no clue of his wants or desires. He knew that they were destined to be together, but that didn't mean Harry did. It didn't mean that Harry had ever thought of Draco that way. He wished for the best, and hoped that Harry wasn't too angry over all of the secrets.
Harry on the other hand was ecstatic. Draco was his second… Draco, belonged, to him! At this thought, Harry reached down, gripping Draco's chin and pulling him first to his feet, and then into a searing kiss. Harry's hands dove into Draco's platinum hair and pulled, anchoring his face as he devoured his mouth. Draco gasped at the sudden intensity of the kiss, giving Harry's tongue ample opportunity to invade his mouth, tasting every nook and cranny of the man he had wanted for so long.
Draco was thrilled, now knowing just what Harry felt like, what he tasted like; Draco couldn't get enough of him. Logically he knew that part of the intensity was the spell that brought them together, but he recognized the passion as their own. Draco's hand gripped the soft skin of Harry's waist, returning the kiss with fervor.
The sound of Tom clearing his throat brought Harry back to reality, and he reluctantly broke the kiss. He caught Draco's eyes, recognizing the burning desire to continue, and gave a smirk, telling the blond that they would continue as soon as they possibly could. Harry saw Tom out of the corner of his eye, motion for them to be seated. He nodded once and gripped Draco's shoulder, spinning him around and pushing him into the chair that had appeared down a platform and to the right of Harry. His hand never left Draco's shoulder.
"On to other matters…" Tom began, leaving behind the ceremonial pomp and circumstance and getting started with the true Death Eater meeting, discussing new legislature, raids, enemies, and friends. He handed out assignments, heard reports, and discussed possible options for the future.
Harry knew he should have been paying attention, he should have listened to the reports, he had asked to be in the know about everything hadn't he? But he couldn't bring himself to care. His hand rested possessively on Draco's shoulder through out the entire meeting. He watched Draco shift in his chair, he noticed the bulge in his tight pants, and knew he had one of his own to match. He enjoyed the way that Draco's platinum hair brushed against the back of his neck, and how his fingers twitched in anticipation against the arm of the chair.
What I would give to know what he is thinking…
"I could tell you if you really want." Answered Danica who was still perched on the top of Harry's chair in Hawk form.
Harry had forgotten she was there and had to stop himself from turning and looking at the bird. He schooled his features, nodding once to look as if he were listening to the hooded figure that was speaking in the fourth circle, before asking, "He hasn't ordered you not to?"
"Nope… in fact he's been listening to everything running through your mind since he sat down… its an ability the books on shifters know nothing about, the ability to link two minds through my own. The only requirement is that you both be with in a decent sized area, and I don't have a direct order from either one of you against it."
Harry was utterly amazed. It had never even crossed his mind that Danica would be able to do something like that. "Please open the connection then."
"Sure the hell took you long enough to figure this one out." Came the sarcastic tone of Draco's that Harry enjoyed so much.
"To busy admiring how edible you look."
Harry could hear the smile in Draco's voice, even though his face held a perfect stony expression. "You're big and bad now, don't go soft on me."
"I would never go soft around you." Harry's double meaning evident.
"I hope not… we have quite a night ahead of us."
Harry grew harder at the thought of spending the night with Draco, their forced celibacy over. He couldn't think of a single person he would rather have in his bed.
"Your pants are looking very uncomfortable." Harry offered.
Draco chuckled in his head, "I'm sure yours are worse, what did Padfoot do, paint them on?"
"Not quite."
Tom's voice broke into the boy's conversation. "Before we end the meeting does anyone else have something to report?" When no one stepped forward he nodded. "Very well, then this meeting is over."
The entire room bowed their heads, and those on the platform stood, and filed out through the back door. It took a great amount of will power for Harry to let go of Draco, but he was able to, until they got to the other side of the back door.
Once the door was closed behind the five, Harry's hand immediately slid under the cloak Draco wore and gripped near the back of his neck, the feel of skin on skin sent shivers down the spines of both boys.
Lucius clasped his son on the shoulder; "You have done this family proud."
"Thank you father." Draco responded. Any other time he would have been ecstatic to hear the words that came out of his father's mouth, but because of the knowledge that he had acquired over the last two months, and the feel of having his mate touching him for the first time since he had turned 16, Draco was seriously distracted.
"Is there anything else you need of us Tom?" Harry asked.
Tom could see the longing in Harry's eyes, not to mention the tightness in his trousers. He was tempted to prolong the inevitable, make the boys do something before retiring, try to force them apart for an hour or so just to mess with them. As soon as this thought passed through his mind he remembered Fallyn's warning, until the two consummated their bond, they could not be separated, and would be hard pressed to do anything besides jump each other.
"No. You may retire to the chambers that have been prepared for you. Any previous orders as to your, physical status are removed. Do enjoy the gifts that have been left in your room."
Draco bowed his head, and Harry just smirked, "I'll be sure to raise a silencing charm."
The three other men just shook their head and watched as Harry pulled Draco around, before practically running down the hall.
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Harry slammed the door behind Draco, and practically threw him against it, pressing his hips into those of the other man as he kissed the living day lights out of him. Draco groaned, one hand buried in Harry's dark locks and the other unclasping the chain that held Harry's cloak on.
With in a matter of seconds, both cloaks were laying on the ground; their expensive jewel encrusted chains forgotten. Their mouths stayed glued together as fingers fought with buttons and zippers, trying to remove the tight black pants of each other. Draco got his hand into Harry's pants first, sliding under his boxers and cupping his length.
"Fuck…" Harry breathed against Draco's lips, breaking the kiss and panting.
Draco just grinned and used his free hand to push the pants and boxers down the other boys' legs, not letting go of the erection in his hand. Harry had to be a good eight inches long and decently thick. Draco dropped down to his knees; the thought of Harry buried inside of him making him to week to stand. He stroked the cock in front of him, tracing the thick vein that ran its length up to the blood flushed head. He could feel both of Harry's hands gripped in his hair as he leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth, sucking and licking the head while his hand pumped hard and fast.
Harry had died and gone to heaven, how he was standing he wasn't quite sure. Draco was doing delicious and wicked things with his tongue, and it was all Harry could do to hold off. He reveled in the feeling of Draco's hot mouth and tight hand around his dick, loving every stroke and flick of his tongue. When Draco moved down and took Harry's heavy sacs into his mouth Harry lost it.
"Up, pants off, on the bed… NOW." Harry ordered, unable to stand the sweet torture any longer.
Draco sent him a smoldering gaze, tipping just his eyes up to meet those of his lovers. "As you wish, My Lord." He stated in a voice close to that he would have used around Voldemort, but laced with lust.
Giving Harry, one final lick, he rose, his eyes never leaving the locking embrace of Harry's. His pants were off and a second later he lowered himself to the king size canopy bed. His legs spread, his body propped up on his bent arms, his signature smirk across his face, and his hard cock, ready and waiting.
Draco's words sent shivers through Harry. "My Lord." That one phrase falling so easily from Draco's lips brought every emotion from the last few hours crashing back to him. The knowledge that he was not only a powerful weapon but was recognized as superior. And Draco belonged to him in the very best way possible.
Later Harry would thank Sirius for the cream he had rubbed all over the boy's body, as it helped enjoy every single sensation of touching the object of his desire. Harry climbed slowly on the bed, his fingers stroking the blonde's skin as he climbed on top of him. First his legs, then his hips, purposefully ignoring his cock. He kissed his abs, trailing his tongue over the defined muscles antagonizingly. He could hear Draco panting, gasping as Harry bit his nipple, soothing the bite with his tongue before moving over to the other one.
"Please…" Draco pleaded his arms falling out from under him, his fingers clenched in the black satin sheets.
Harry was completely over him now, his legs, stretched out on either side of Draco's hips, his weeping cock barely brushing over Draco's, just enough to make the blond plead. Harry lowered his head, nipping at Draco's ear lobe. "Please what?"
Draco arched his back, grinding his hips against those above him. "Please fuck me… I can't stand it."
Harry ran his hand down Draco's chest, grasping both of their cocks and coating his hand in their combined precum. "I do love it when you beg." Harry whispered as he slid first one, then two fingers into Draco's tight opening.
Draco clawed at the sheets, moaning and mewling in a mixture of pain and oh-so-delightful pleasure.
Harry stretched him, sliding his fingers in and out fast and hard. He knew he found Draco's pleasure spot when the body below him went completely rigid except for the high pitched yell leaving Draco's mouth.
Harry smirked, pulling his fingers roughly from Draco's body. He looked up and noticed a jar of the same cream Sirius had massaged into him earlier, sitting on the bed side table. He snatched it off the table and opened it. He coated his own cock with it first, then spread a liberal amount around Draco's opening. He tossed the jar across the room and covered Draco's weeping erection, stroking it slowly, teasingly.
The only warning Draco had was the feeling of Harry's cock brushing against first his thigh and then his opening.
Harry thrust in without hesitation, burring half of his cock into Draco on the first stroke. The blond gasped and moaned, the pain only amplifying the pleasure of having Harry inside of him. Harry stopped moving his own want to sheath himself completely inside of Draco overpowered by concern for the man under him.
"Draco… are you…"
The Slytherin grinned, stretching slowly and pushing against Harry just slightly. He slid his hand over Harry's, lacing his fingers with the dark haired boy's, "Move…"
Harry gripped Draco's hand, pulling himself slowly out, before pushing himself completely inside of Draco, pushing against Draco's prostate again.
It was hard for Draco to remember what he had to do as far as his Cosaint duties were, but somewhere between Harry's thrusts, and their combined moans, he recalled the spell and act he was supposed to accomplish. With his free hand he summoned the blade he had asked his aunt to place in the room.
"Do you trust me? Do you trust me with your life?" Draco asked, squeezing the hand that was held in his, silver eyes meeting the dark emerald ones of his lover.
"Of course…" Harry continued rutting madly into his lover, unable to stop him self from burring his cock inside of Draco over and over again.
Draco smiled, rocking his body up against Harry, meeting him thrust for thrust as Harry pressed against his prostate over and over again. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist tightly, hooking his feet around Harry's ass, pulling him further into him.
Harry was close. He had had so many wet dreams about this throughout the last year of school, and reality blew past any expectations he had ever had. He watched the pleasure play across Draco's face as he gave a very hard and fast thrust. Draco was murmuring words that Harry couldn't understand, and he watched as Draco cut a small line down the center of his own chest, before carefully duplicating the cut on Harry.
Both boys' vision went black, yet neither could stop moving. Their thrusts grew faster and harder, their moans louder and more pleasure-filled as the magic of their bonding expanded to exploding point.
"Draco!" Harry screamed out, completely encased inside of his lover as he exploded.
The feeling of Harry coming inside of him wrenched a guttural cry from Draco as he too flew off the edge of utter bliss.
It took five minutes before their breathing came back to normal. Neither man moved, as Draco knew they couldn't until the magic released their vision. Draco stroked the hard muscles of Harry's back slowly and reassuringly.
When their sight did come back, Draco let Harry move, allowing him to disengage himself from his lover and move next to him. "What was that?"
"That, is a very long story."
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This took way to long for me to write, but I was having problems with it, as well as the length, I really wanted the sex scene in this chapter but I thought it might be too long, so I had to debate with myself over that. Anyway I hope you like it, from here on out it will get darker, kinkier, smuttier and then the plot (yes there is a plot) thickens.