Re-Edited and Re-Posted on December 18, 2012
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: This chapter will be in Lucius' & Draco's POV; I love writing Lucius & Draco Malfoy! They are so much fun, thought they may be a bit OOC. Sorry if has taken so long for me to update; Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make absolutely no money from this fic. J.K.R. owns all rights to Harry Potter.
Previously:
While many believed Voldemort planned to wage a bloody horrible war the Dark Lord had no interest in spilling more magical blood than he had to. Don't get him wrong he would do what he had to win but no more force would be used than was necessary. He was after all a skilled orator, capable of wooing and swaying people to his whims, why would he need torture when his words accomplished so much more?
A chuckle left him as he stood, making his way out of his study in search of a certain Malfoy Lord. Voldemort had orders for the blonde regarding his ward and he wanted them completed as soon as possible.
Too much was at stake for them to dally with unimportant matters, if everything went well soon Voldemort would have the wizarding world in the palm of his hand; if he would cradle it or crush it was anyone's guess and that fact sent a thrill of power through the Dark Lord's thin frame.
~~~~~********Chapter 11*******~~~~~
Lucius Malfoy strode out of the receiving room his probable son-in-law walking beside him; both males had pleased smirks on their faces. The day could not have gone better for them!
The pair had once again gone to Gringotts on their Lord's order; this time however Harry did not wear his Invisibility cloak. The sight of their once beloved savior walking around with the Lord of the House of Malfoy seemed to destroy any lingering doubts in some peoples' minds that Harry had gone dark.
Lucius' face had remained impassive as always but it made him cheer internally to see the shocked and despairing faces on many of the people in Diagon Alley; now these fools understood the score. Harry Potter was with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters, no longer was he Dumbledore's puppet and the public could blame the Headmaster for Harry's defection.
Lucius could still not understand how the young ex-Gryffindor had stayed with the Light for so long?! Not after some of the things Harry had mentioned to him and he had overheard; Lucius wanted to apparate and torture Harry's remaining blood family until they had no voices left or breath remaining in their miserable muggle bodies.
But soon the people would know of their beloved Dumbledore's plans and machinations in regards to Harry and the wizarding world. Lucius shook himself out of his babbling thoughts and knocked upon his Lord's office door, Lucius waited for his and Harry's entrance to be granted.
The Dark Lord's melodious voice sounded bidding them to "Come in"; Lucius of course obliged quickly, guiding Harry into the well-appointed office. Once the three males were all comfortably seated in front of the large hearth Voldemort asked how their meeting with the goblins had gone.
Harry smiled brightly at his father figure; this still amused Lucius to see how much care and love they both had for each other. Lucius knew his Lord and Harry were becoming like a family but it was funny to watch two emotionally stunted men try and express their feelings of love.
For Merlin's sake his Lord thought giving Harry Granger to torture was a great present for his young charge! That Harry had enjoyed his surrogate father's gift was just further proof that his Lord and Harry were a fucked up match made in heaven; but it warmed Lucius to see Harry warming and opening up to them.
Them being his Lord, Draco, Severus and himself; Harry was always polite and respectful when dealing with the Inner Circle Death Eaters. Harry however never allowed them to walk all over him just because he was young or not as experienced. Though that inexperience was quickly being erased by his Lord's tutoring.
Another failure on Dumbledore's part; Harry was a brilliant student and if the emerald eyed teen had access to a bit of magical education before Hogwarts he would have no doubt been a prodigy. Lucius' Draco had been schooled in magic and with training wands since he turned six and went to Hogwarts with a basic control of his magic and with a mastery of simple spells.
Harry was not told of his magic at all! No the poor boy was hurled directly into the British wizarding world to sink or swim with little to no help from those who should have been there to protect and guide him. It was disgusting to Lucius that Harry had been so neglected regarding his magical education, something that Harry should have rightfully been told and taught about.
His Lord's clearing his throat brought Lucius out of his once again scattered thoughts; Salazar he needed to focus before his Lord became irritated with him. Voldemort grew tired eventually of Lucius' absentmindedness, the blonde Lord was always this way after Severus and Draco returned to Hogwarts and the Dark Lord hated when people were not paying attention.
"Yes my Lord." Lucius hoped his Lord would just overlook his delayed response and move on, it seemed Lucius hopes were heard; "Harry tells me he is now emancipated but in order to do so he had to name you as his Guardian. How is it that Harry is emancipated but has to have a Guardian?"
Lucius cleared his throat, preparing himself to explain the archaic and pointless laws that were still enforced in the wizarding world. "Harry is emancipated yes and in being so Harry can live where he chooses and attend school where he chooses.
No one can interfere with that as long as Harry achieves his required NEWTs before he turns eighteen years of age. Once his NEWTs are achieved Harry will no longer need a Guardian and even without his NEWTs Harry will be eligible to assume his Lordship, vote in the Wizengamot and the Board of Hogwarts' Governors.
However, Harry cannot vote unless I am present to guide him and I cannot vote in his stead. Also, being Harry's Guardian I have final say in purchases that cost over 1,000 galleons but unless Harry hits that amount in one purchase I have little say in Harry's financial endeavors.
The reason these laws are on the books is for the protection of underage children who choose to become emancipated before their seventeenth birthday so they could not bankrupt themselves or vote for through frivolous laws or change vital laws.
However, I do not understand why they would allow the emancipation if they did not trust the individual being emancipated to make their own smart decisions? This is the bureaucracy that is dealt with in the wizarding world and the reason it is so complicated to get anything done; laws upon laws all that contradict each other or nullify each other.
Sometimes I wonder my Lord if we should just scrap the whole system and restart again or strip it down to the bare bones and rebuild again." Lucius sat back in his chair, a sigh leaving his pink lips as he got himself comfortable while waiting for his Lord to speak.
"Indeed Lucius indeed and soon we will change this world for the better. No longer will the people be held back by pointless laws that only hold doublespeak and nonsensical clauses. I am pleased that Harry is emancipated and that you are his Guardian.
We have effectively stopped Dumbledore from doing anything to take Harry away from us. Everyone knows Harry could not have conducted any business at Gringotts if he was under any potions or enchantments; the goblins take care to screen everyone involved for tampering measures when serious business is involved and news of your emancipation will be massive news Harry.
I assume many people were stunned to see you in Diagon with Lucius; it must have been quite amusing for you both to see them flounder when they saw Harry waltzing through the Alley with the Dark Lord's right hand man." Harry smirked, glancing at Lucius to see his smirk mirrored on the blonde's face.
"I was my Lord. Now most of the sheep will have to accept that I am no longer their savior and that they are on their own. Some will still say I am under the Imperious or a potion but when I have another interview with Rita and tell her of my emancipation through Gringotts most people will have to admit that I am firmly dark.
Some will never want to admit that I have indeed switched sides but that will be their downfall if they think I will stay my wand because we went to school together. I have no issue turning my wand on my so called friends if they try to stand in my or the Dark's way."
Lucius and the Dark Lord nodded in agreement to Harry's words; they both knew Harry had no issue hurting someone he was once close to after that individual had crossed him. The torture of Hermione Granger flashed across Lucius' mind and the blonde had to admit his respect for Harry had grown exponentially after watching Harry dismantle and torment one of his at one time closest friends.
"Well that is all I need from you Lucius. Leave us." Lucius stood bowed to his Lord and gave Harry a small smile before he left the office. Once outside the room Lucius was at a loss of what to do; Severus was at Hogwarts teaching and Draco was with his godfather at the cursed school!
Lucius hated the first week when his son and lover left him here! The only good thing this time around was that Narcissa was away in France visiting someone; who his wife was visiting was of no importance to Lucius at all. Narcissa and he had married because of their parents pushing them into it not out of love for each other.
Lucius wanted to marry Severus but he knew his father, Abraxas Malfoy, would never have allowed it and may have had Severus killed to remove the problem of Lucius' unwillingness to marry Narcissa.
Lucius and Severus had endured much in their over twenty year romance but they could be together now and soon Lucius would separate from Narcissa, allowing both of them to pursue and marry who they wanted. Lucius would marry Severus as soon as the ink dried on his and Narcissa's divorce parchment.
Lucius decided a stroll in the gardens would be best, the house elves had planted many new blooms and shrubs this season and the last blooms before fall were always the most lovely.
As he walked Lucius allowed his mind to wander; so much had happened since Harry arrived in his Manor all those weeks ago. The Dark side's victory was looking assured at this point and Draco had never looked so happy. These facts pleased Lucius to no end.
The Malfoy Lord would never push Draco into an arranged marriage, that was the one pure-blood tradition Lucius could not force his son to go through with. No, Draco would marry who he wanted to; that Draco would probably choose Harry Potter was not a concern.
In the wizarding world men could become pregnant with the use of potions; as long as Harry and Draco were married when a child was conceived than Lucius supported his son and Harry with his whole heart. Merlin he was becoming maudlin! Lucius blamed Severus for that; when his dark haired lover left him Lucius always became spacy and needy.
But it was not Lucius' fault! How else was he supposed to act?! Severus and he had spent almost every minute of the summer together talking, taking walks or making love for hours. Now Lucius had to readjust to a few hours of stolen time a week with his dark lover and Lucius hated it!
A huff left pink lips and Lucius forced himself to calm down, he would see his lover again soon. Maybe sooner than he thought with the ways things were shaking out for the Dark. Hogwarts was where the Dark Lord wanted to hit next, not violently but politically.
Voldemort already had most of the Board of Governors in his pocket but not enough for a clear majority so many of the changes proposed by Lucius or their allies were always voted against or changed so much that they were no longer helpful; all this was done to appease Dumbledore's sheep on the Board.
Not anymore! A smirk was a light on Lucius' face as he thought of the Potter and Black votes he now controlled along with his own vote for the House of Malfoy. The look on Dumbledore's face would be priceless, most definitely a pensieve worthy moment.
In a much better mood Lucius continued his meandering pace through the sprawling Manor gardens, delightful thoughts of his lover and the many things they could do when they saw each other again flew through the blonde's scheming mind.
-POV CHANGE-
Draco Malfoy was feeling smug, very very smug as he read a coded missive from his father on Friday regarding Harry's emancipation. Hogwarts had begun the past Monday and so far classes were looking like a joke; once again Draco would cruise by with the rest of the purebloods and the half-blood children raised in the wizarding world. The ones who were given a good foundation of magical understanding always surpassed the muggle raised children.
Many would not know but Draco wanted to educate the muggleborns and muggle raised half-bloods; they were magical after all. Look at his lover, Harry Potter was one of the most powerful wizards in existence and he was a muggle raised half-blood.
Did Draco need any other proof that blood status was not as important as magical strength and talent? He did not think he did and with most of the purebloods getting on board with the Dark Lord's way of thinking Draco didn't think it would be long, maybe another few years, before purebloods were taking talented muggle raised witches and wizards as spouses.
All that these new muggleborns were missing was an education that began earlier on in their lives. For example the Ministry tracked all children who experienced accidental magic but instead of visiting the child and their family to explain what was happening the Ministry just filed the information away until a Hogwarts letter was sent.
Draco knew more should be done; the child should be visited by a Ministry worker when they experienced their first outburst of accidental magic. The Ministry employee would explain the reasons why strange things were happening and give the parents and child the information they needed.
Also by visiting the home of the newly identified witch or wizard the Ministry could monitor the home for abuse or anything else unsavory. Draco thought monthly visits would be beneficial and when the identified child reached nine they should be offered the chance to learn about the wizarding world by visiting the home of a pureblood family.
A sponsorship with a pureblood family would be a great thing for muggle raised witches and wizards. This way the child could learn about their rightful world and the traditions that were practiced in it. IT would cut down on the culture shock many new witches and wizards experienced when they arrived at Platform Nine and three quarters and boarded the Hogwarts Express.
A poke into his side broke him out of his thoughts and he came face to face with an amused Blaise Zabini: "What is it Blaise?" A smirk plastered itself on the dark skinned boy's handsome face; "Thinking of your hot little thing waiting for you at home?"
Draco lewdly smirked right back; they were in the Slytherin common room so Draco and Blaise could act how they wanted in there; "Maybe I am." Blaise rolled his eyes but clapped Draco on the back and went back to reading his book while Draco began to think about his little lover and what he was doing.
Draco was pleased that he could finally tell Blaise about his and Harry's relationship; there was only one thing he hated about his and Harry's relationship and that was the secrecy factor.
Yes, Harry had come out and declared his true side in the war but Draco would not be safe if he declared his love for the ex-savior publicly. Draco could never forget that he was at Hogwarts and subject to the Headmaster's whims and ways.
Draco did not want any more scrutiny from the old fool than he was already under. Thank Merlin Dumbledore seemed clueless as to where Harry actually was; no one knew where Harry was as the only ones who knew where the former Gryffindor was located were the Inner Circle of Death Eaters.
Oh and now Blaise but neither Blaise nor the select Death Eaters would ever betray their Lord and give Dumbledore Harry's location. Besides they would have a hell of a time breaching Malfoy Manor's blood wards. It would actually be funny to watch the old fool and his bloody Order attempt to take down the Manor's wards; it would not end well for them maybe even a limb would be lost.
Malfoys were not known for their understanding or kindness, if someone tried to forcefully breach the wards with the intent to harm anyone bearing the Malfoy name they would be ejected painfully to an unknown location; unknown due to the fact that no Malfoy had ever cared where the interloper ended up.
Draco understood that was how Harry had been allowed to enter the Manor's wards; the wards understood Harry's desire to enter but cause no harm and allowed him entrance. It was also understandable that the Manor's wards would be quite intelligent, when you have that many years of magic feeding and strengthening the blood wards eventually they would grow and become more sentient.
Harry truly was extraordinary to the Malfoy heir; Draco doubted anyone other than Harry could have breached their wards maybe the Dark Lord could have. It was just another way that Harry was special and unique, the blonde just wished his lover could see himself as special not as an oddity or freak.
Maybe with time his raven haired partner would understand that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was perfectly fine the way he was and the only people who were freaks were the ones who hurt him or ignored his abuse. Those were the people who deserved to be tortured to within an inch of their life.
Draco already wanted to slaughter Harry's remaining family, with particular malice for the woman Petunia; Harry was her blood and she just allowed him to be abused terribly without a care. How could she turn her back on her own nephew?!
Bellatrix was insane yes but Draco knew she would never hurt him without reason. It just went to show why the muggle and wizarding world were not meant to be intermingled; muggles would always fear what they did not understand and covet what they did not have.
That fear and jealousy would always turn to hate; all you needed as an example was Harry's family and the events that they put Harry through during his childhood and every summer the Potter heir returned to them from Hogwarts.
Draco snapped himself out of that train of thought before he activated the emergency portkey his father gave him before he left home for Hogwarts just so h could check on Harry. The portkey in question was actually quite nice if Draco could say so, it was a bracelet made of white gold and inlaid with onyx and emeralds; quite like his smaller lover's looks.
It made Draco smile a small smile when he thought about his father purchasing this for him and the reasons why the Malfoy Lord had chosen it. Lucius Malfoy could be quite maudlin when he wanted to be, that thought brought a very undignified snort out of Draco's nose when he imagined Severus' face if Lucius explained why he had selected this bracelet for Draco.
Ah Severus the man who should have been his other father. Draco loved Severus with his whole heart even more than he loved his actual mother. The blonde young man knew of his father and Severus' relationship, he sometimes wished that his father was his bearer and Severus was his other father, like it should have been if his grandfather Abraxas had not interfered and betrothed his father to Narcissa Black.
Don't get him wrong he loved his mother; she was forced to marry his father after all but he could not excuse her cold behavior towards him. Draco had tried when he was younger to get Narcissa's attention but it never mattered she just looked at him like one would a nice piece of jewelry.
Draco finally understood why she acted that way but he could never forgive it and he didn't want to. However, Draco always had his godfather Severus to spend time with and learn from; why do you think Draco was so good with potions? Not to sell himself short but Draco also had natural talent for potions; Severus just exposed it and allowed it to grow for all to see.
Draco was grateful to Severus for so much especially his godfather's willingness to tutor Harry in potions over the summer. The grey eyed male knew it meant a lot to Harry for Severus to help him become better in potions. Harry and Severus were very much alike and it made Draco ache to know this; both of them had known little of familial love and both had known horrible abuse.
Now that Draco thought about it the Dark Lord, Harry and Severus shared more in common than just being uncommonly powerful; they all had similar childhoods to the other. Hm that was something to think about but Draco was just grateful that Harry was not as emotionally crippled as the Dark Lord or awkward like Severus.
"Draco you're zoning out again; tell me what are you doing to your little lion in your head? Hmm?" Draco mock glared at his best friend and rolled his eyes letting a small chuckle fall from his lips.
Blaise returned the smile before standing and motioning for them to turn in for the night; Draco realized he had been thinking on his life for over an hour. Merlin had it really been that long? Apparently it had, standing Draco realized how tired he really was it seemed this week was a bit more stressful than he had thought.
Well tomorrow was Saturday, he could sleep in and take his time waking; tomorrow he would write a letter to his father and his lover. Severus would take the letters directly to the recipients using the excuse that he was being called by the Dark Lord for a Death Eater meeting.
Draco quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face and slipped into his pajama pants before he slipped into his soft four-poster bed. A murmured goodnight was uttered to the room before the blonde drew his bed curtains, cast several privacy and silencing charms.
In the safety and quiet of his bed Draco felt all the strain and stress leave his body as his eyes slipped closed; soon Draco was asleep, dreams of the future he would make with his raven haired lover flowed happily through his sleeping mind.
Deep in his subconscious mind Draco realized this dream was a harbinger of what was to come for him and Harry and that made a pleased grin break out on Draco's pale face.
Well what do we think? Anyway next chapter we will be going back to Harry seeing as it has been a few chapters since we have heard from our little lion.
I'm currently quitting smoking so sorry if it is a bit manic; I'm channeling my energy into my writing so I don't crack and smoke a ciggy. DAMN YOU CIGGARETTES!
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Okay on with the story and this chapter will be in Harry's POV. Thanks for the reviews, fav's & follows! Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make absolutely no money from this fic. J.K.R. owns all rights to Harry Potter.
Previously:
Draco quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face and slipped into his pajama pants before he slipped into his soft four-poster bed. A murmured goodnight was uttered to the room before the blonde drew his bed curtains, cast several privacy and silencing charms.
In the safety and quiet of his bed Draco felt all the strain and stress leave his body as his eyes slipped closed; soon Draco was asleep, dreams of the future he would make with his raven haired lover flowed happily through his sleeping mind.
Deep in his subconscious mind Draco realized this dream was a harbinger of what was to come for him and Harry and that made a pleased grin break out on Draco's pale face.
~~~~~********Chapter 12*******~~~~~
He was happy, so damn happy it was almost unnerving to the green eyed teen. The only thing that made this week slightly less wonderful was Draco being away from him. So much was happening to Harry and he wished Draco was there to share it with him.
He was emancipated, finally freed from Dumbledore's attempts at controlling his life! It was such a freeing feeling even if Lucius was his guardian; the Dark Lord's ward knew Lucius would never abuse that power.
Harry noticed Lucius was just as out of sorts as he was; it made Harry laugh to know that the usually formal and controlled Malfoy Lord was missing his lover, Severus, to the point of distraction and outbursts of irritation.
The younger male hoped he never became that erratic at the absence of his lover but then again Harry wouldn't discount the possibility. As it was he wrote Draco several letters and they had only been apart for a week. He did not want to think about what he would be like after a month.
Probably trying to think of a way for Draco to sneak out and see him or vice versa. Sighing Harry moved on from his depressing thoughts and onto to better ones. With his emancipation the Dark Lord wanted to bring him further into the public's eyes.
Harry had no problem with that, in fact he could not wait to see the faces of the Order when it became abundantly clear that he was not under some spell or what not. No, Harry was firmly dark and quite liked it that way.
Maybe he could even bring some of those more loyal to him over to the Dark Lord's side. He knew the twins weren't thrilled with Dumbledore or his use of their family but would they turn on them to join Harry, someone they had only known for a few years?
He couldn't be sure but would it hurt to set up a meeting with the twin terrors? If anything maybe the Weasely twins could be persuaded to stay out of the fighting, Harry would hate to have to hurt them but he would. Deciding it was worth the risk the ex-Gryffindor made his way to the Dark Lord's study.
Knocking Harry made his way inside, looking fondly at his surrogate father's pale form. Not for the first time Harry was struck by the fact that as monstrous as Voldemort appeared he was not totally unattractive.
Maybe the Dark Lord just needed someone to make him open up to his long dead emotions? Harry stopped himself and almost laughed at his foolish thoughts; the Dark Lord did not need to open up the man was an emotional cripple with an extreme propensity toward violence. Yes, the perfect man to want to be with!
Noticing his teacher's raised hairless brow Harry took a seat in front of the large desk, Nagini hissed a welcome to him from her place by the fire. Nodding to his serpent friend Harry looked back at the Dark Lord.
"My Lord I've been thinking. I may be able to sway some of the Light over to our side and if not to our side than maybe get them to agree to be neutral. That way they are out of the way and no threat to our plans. What do you think?"
Voldemort's skeletal face took on a thoughtful look; Harry had no doubt that the man was running many scenarios through his genius mind. Finally those crimson eyes looked back at the younger man's; "It would not hurt to explore your idea. We can bring them here the same way we did Skeeter. If anything we may be able to take those too dangerous to let go into our custody.
I do believe it may work to our advantage; many of your old friends will want to speak to you, making it quite easy to get them to meet with you. However, we will have to hold off on bringing you further into the war, publicly at least." Harry was pleased at his Lord's praise.
"I agree but it won't be long until our world knows where I truly stand and the last bit of doubt is stomped out. Also, the idea of taking those who disagree with joining or remaining neutral is a plan. I anticipate many will reside in the dungeons here after we are done.
Dumbledore won't know what hit him until it is too late." A little cackle left Harry's lips as the Dark Lord smirked happily. Yes, things were going quite well for the Potter Lord and they continued to get better and better.
Now to retire to his room so he could write another letter to his blonde lover as well as the Weasely twins and any other Order members he wanted to meet with, some were to try and persuade to join them others were so they could capture them unawares.
He really had become ruthless hadn't he? Harry could not bring himself to care; it was their fault anyway. When he joined the wizarding world Harry had been open and ready to start again away from his terrible family but that chance had been snatched away from him by a meddling old fool and his band of sycophants.
Even now though Harry was still not completely tainted, his soul still retained some vestiges of goodness. This was the reason Harry still could not kill someone in cold blood but yet he was still capable of torturing someone that up until a few months ago he would have given his life to save.
Harry truly was a walking paradox in regards to his feelings. How could anyone blame him though? For so long he had lived in a place where the only emotions he was exposed to was anger, hate and disgust then he was removed form that world and thrust into another where Harry was worshipped and fawned over.
How was he ever supposed to develop normal emotions? Normal responses to people? He had tried when he entered Hogwarts, tried to feel like others and for a while he had succeeded. Then Sirius had passed through the Veil and Harry was saddened to lose another link to his family but he was relieved in a way.
Sirius never really saw Harry for Harry no he saw a smaller version of James just with Lily's eyes. But Harry was so desperate for an adult to look at him for anything other than the boy who lived that he overlooked Sirius' other lacking qualities.
It was foolish but Harry couldn't help it, the fact that an adult cared for him enough to try and tell him what was going on in the war was just too much to resist. But in the end Sirius' hotheaded personality got him killed not Harry going to the DOM.
He realized that quiet quickly, all he could control was his actions. If others chose to join him then so be it but he would not be blamed for the decisions of others anymore. No longer would he be what they wanted him to be, Harry would stand on his own with his friends beside him.
That hope had been dashed when he had inadvertently stumbled on his friend's treachery. It was the final straw for Harry; he could not take it anymore and his stopped trying to fit into their mold of savior.
For the remaining days of the school term Harry didn't smile when the others did or laugh when he knew he was supposed to. Harry had tossed out the script he had been following for so long and it felt bloody wonderful to be himself. Then he went back to his relative's house.
After weeks of abuse Harry had drug himself out of the house and somehow made it to Malfoy Manor. His arrival at Malfoy Manor started a new life for Harry, one that included a fantastic lover, two caring uncle figures and a completely psychotic but caring father figure.
Not mention Harry was included in the plans that involved him, he was asked to give his opinion on prospective plans or actions. It made him feel valued and wanted; never before in his memory had he been more happy and content.
A happy smile lit up the young man's handsome face, making him look angelic as he picked up parchment and quill to begin his letters. A happy tune was hummed under his breath, writing his thoughts and what happened recently on the parchment he would send to Draco.
The Dark Lord passing by Harry's room stopped to listen to his young ward humming happily to himself and a small something inside of his heart felt warm at the younger male's happiness. It seemed that even frigid long dead hearts could be warmed by the indomitable force known as Harry Potter.
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Sorry if it isn't up to standard but life has been a ball of utter insanity but I wanted to get something out there for you all. : )
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Harry's POV; Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.
~~~~~********Chapter 13*******~~~~~
The days crept by for Harry, some quickly and some agonizingly slowly, it seemed that things were finally settling down once and for all. Now that Harry did not have to worry about his life ending at any moment by the Dark Lord's wand he was given time to think.
Think about things he had long since forgotten or assumed were fact; after his outlook on life and the wizarding world had changed Harry found himself wondering on certain events and if what he was told in conjunction to them were true.
One thing stuck in Harry's mind above the rest; how had Lucius Malfoy escaped imprisonment for his involvement at the DOM? The raven haired teen remembered seeing the elder blonde being interrogated but allowed to leave; how exactly did that happen?
Harry was not made a Gryffindor for nothing though and roused himself to find the wily man. However, seeking out Lucius was quite an ordeal in a Manor as large as the Malfoy's but Harry managed alright. The blonde man was situated in the gardens, reading a book while enjoying tea.
Once Lucius noticed him Harry was invited to join him; Harry of course did but with a slight bit of nerves bleeding into his movements. Now that he was here he was not sure how to approach the subject, deciding to be blunt the emerald eyed teen began talking.
"How are you here? I mean hoe did you get out of being arrested that night at the Ministry?" Harry looked into grey eyes so similar to Draco's yet so different and waited for the older male to answer. A smirk played on Lucius lips, a smug air of superiority filling the air between them. "Ah yes you see Harry I merely informed the Aurors that I was in the DOM on Ministry business and merely came to see what the commotion was about.
Once they saw my papers, forged as they were, the Aurors had no choice but to let me leave. Trust me they did not want to release me not after they had wanted me locked up for so long but alas they had no choice.
It was quite amusing to see Arthur Weasely's face when he realized I was being let go. It probably burns the blood traitor now that I escaped with me freedom, name and reputation intact. What brought all this on Harry?
I would have thought you would have asked these questions sooner. I thought you would had asked Draco about my not being locked up in Azkaban for my role at the DOM." Lucius looked at Harry, waiting silently for him to collect his thoughts.
"I have only recently taken the time to reflect back on my life for the past six years, in those recollections I have noticed things that don't sit well with me and your freedom was one of them.
Don't get me wrong I'm glad you are still free and not in Azkaban but it niggled at me that I didn't know the circumstances behind you escaping punishment. Maybe you can answer me this as well, why did you bring the Dark Lord's diary into Hogwarts?
Were you trying to kill Muggleborns or was it just a ruse to distract Dumbledore and the other to hide another deeper plot?" Lucius looked at the teen in front of him and began to talk once more; "When the Dark Lord left his diary with me he explained that if it was ever opened at Hogwarts it would unleash terror on the muggleborns within the castle.
At the time Arthur Weasely was pushing another muggle friendly bill through the Wizengamot; what the bill was I can't remember as it did not end up being voted on. However, at the time I could not take the chance that it would pass and be brought into effect.
I thought that if I could discredit the Weasely family, sully their good Light name that maybe it would erode some of the support Arthur had curried for his muggle loving legislation and by doing so the new bill would not be allowed to pass.
As you know my plans did not succeed as I wanted them to, no thanks to you, but they were effective in causing enough of a stir that Arthur's bill was pushed to the side in favor of more important new legislation being proposed by more important people.
I was brash and foolish to use our Lord's diary in such a way, as a result of my foolish actions our Lord has lost something precious to him, something he gave me to keep save above all else. I have been gravely punished for my lack of judgment regarding the use of his diary.
But that is in the past Harry, now that you are here on our side and the lover of my son I wish to see no harm come to you. In fact I have come to care for you in these past few weeks. If you tell anyone that I will make it so no one will find your body."
Harry couldn't help the chuckle that left him at Lucius' last words, trust a Malfoy to have to cover up any showing of care or what they perceived as weakness. Thank Merlin Draco did not do that with him but then again Lucius probably didn't do it with Severus.
Apparently Malfoys like some creatures, were one person people; it appeared that once a Malfoy chose you for their lover they would never chose another as evidenced by Lucius and Severus over twenty year relationship. It made Harry happy that Draco was so open with him emotionally and doubly happy that Lucius was opening up even just a little bit to him.
Harry felt warm inside and wondered if this is what it felt like to have a family? The young man wouldn't know, having no examples to follow except the Weasely family but after he found out about their treachery he wondered how much of what Harry saw was real or merely acting for his benefit.
In the end it didn't matter, nothing in Harry's life was ever normal so should his family be? He was perfectly content to have a homicidal father, an uncle with the emotional range of a teaspoon, a father in law who was just this side of appearing unfeeling and a husband that manipulated people with the best of them.
Some would shudder after hearing what Harry had just summed up his little family to be, but to Harry they were the only people he trusted completely with his safety and wellbeing. He would not give them up for the world even if he would never utter that to anyone but Draco.
Lucius voice snapped Harry out of his happy thoughts; "Have you written to the twin Weasely menaces and the rest of the Order you believed loyal to you?" Harry smirked before speaking; "I have so far Fred, George, Remus and Tonks have responded, not that I'm surprised mind you. I also charmed each letter for the receiver's eyes only.
Another handy charm I applied on the parchment was once the recipient began reading they could not repeat the words on the parchment to anyone other than the writer; quite a good spell to use in these times." Lucius murmured an "Indeed" before both males relaxed with their tea.
Harry was enjoying the comfortable atmosphere in the gardens as he and Lucius enjoyed their drinks, the silence was broken by the appearance of Fred and George's brown barn owl, Cracker.
Harry raised a brow at the quirky owl, what else would one expect from the owl owned by the Weasely twins? After casting several detection spells to make sure the letter was not cursed or had tracking spells placed on it Harry withdrew the harmless letter from Cracker's leg.
Opening the missive Harry smiled a bright smile filled with love when he perused the words on the parchment. Lucius watched on with badly hidden curiosity shining in his grey eyes; once Harry was done he handed the letter to the blonde seated next to him.
Lucius' eyes quickly scanned the written words; once he was done reading Lucius stared at Harry, waiting for the ex-Lion to speak. "I'm not surprised that Neville and Luna would find a way to contact me. They have always been more loyal to me than Ron or Hermione; I would like to invite them here as well. Thoughts?"
Lucius pondered in silence for a bit; "I believe they would be useful to our side. Longbottom will soon become Lord Longbottom and from what I have heard the boy is becoming magically powerful, even if it is a bit late.
Luna Lovegood on the other hand is not incredibly magically powerful but I do know that seer blood runs on her mother's side. I wonder has Ms. Lovegood ever shown any talent for seeing things or knowing things."
Harry thought back and he could honestly say; "Yes, there have been many occasions when Luna had known things she should not have or appeared at just the right time to help or give a word of helpful if cryptic advice.
Indeed they will both be helpful to our cause especially Neville as everyone sees his family as the pinnacle of Light like the Weasely family. Not to mention that I care for them like family." Lucius made a noise of agreement and went back to sipping his tea.
Harry was smiling happily; his two loyal friends had found him! Harry did not want to contact them first, he was afraid that Luna and Neville would reject him for joining Voldemort. Call him a coward but Harry could not stand to be rejected by the two people he had thought truly loyal to him.
That was not the case though and Harry loved them even more for seeking him out and showing their unwavering support in his choices. Now Harry had to compose a letter back to them, detailing a time for a meeting between them; they had much to speak about.
Harry was excited it was now a week after he had sent the letter back to Fred and George to send onward to Neville and Luna. A meeting was set with the twins for tomorrow at Malfoy Manor and after several missive were sent back and forth, a meeting spot had been arranged for Harry, Luna and Neville; they had settled on the Shrieking Shack.
The green eyed teen knew the Shack would be empty and they could speak unbothered and unseen. Harry just had to stop by the Dark Lord's office and let the older man know he was leaving for Hogsmeade.
His father figure had not been pleased in the least when Harry told him he would be leaving alone to Hogsmeade. So unpleased that Harry compromised with the red eyed man and offered for Draco to attend the meeting with them.
That offer seemed to settle his Lord's worry but when Harry walked into the study he could see the nervousness in the Dark Lord's eyes. It warmed Harry again to see that he was cared for and worried over, though Voldemort would never utter anything aloud but Harry could see those usually cold eyes fill with emotion when he looked at Harry.
Getting back to the matter at hand Harry stepped up to his father figure's desk; "I'll be leaving now to meet Luna and Neville, Draco will be accompanying them from Hogwarts. Do you need anything before I leave?"
Voldemort looked at Harry hard before murmuring his parting words and waving Harry out of his office. A smile graced his full lips as he turned, leaving the study the young Lion made his way to the receiving room where he apparated with a crack.
Harry reappeared only to tackle to the dusty floor by an overly excited Luna Lovegood; Harry glanced upward to see mirroring smirks of amusement on both Neville and Draco's faces. Bastard was the resounding thought in Harry's head but the smile on his face threatened to hurt his cheeks.
Three of his precious people were in this room and he had missed them all very much. "Luna I can't breathe!" Luna backed away looking dreamily sheepish as she got off him and flounced back to Neville.
Neville and Harry's greeting was more sedate; a firm clasping of hands and happy smiled before he was tugged away into Draco's strong arms. Before he could protest Draco's lips were crushing into his pulling a moan from Harry.
Merlin it had been too long since they had kissed! Pushing away his thoughts Harry threw himself into the kiss, pushing all his love and longing into their meeting of lips. Draco's tongue was heavenly in his mouth, seeking and tasting every inch of Harry's hot orifice.
A clearing throat had them breaking apart, Harry blushed feeling embarrassed that Neville and Luna had seen him and Draco snogging while Draco just looked incredibly smug. A quick jab to the taller blonde's ribs had Draco looking slightly less like the cat who got the cream.
Deciding to break the ice Harry began to talk; "I'm so glad to see you all! I missed you and have so much to tell! How long can you stay until you are noticed?" Neville chuckled at Harry's obvious excitement.
"Luna, Draco and I can stay for about a half hour before someone will notice one of us is gone. Now have you truly joined you-know-who?" Well that was fast and to the point, a feeling of pride swelled in Harry's heart at how far Neville had come, no longer was he the nervous, bumbling boy.
"I am and have been since I disappeared from my relative's house. The Dark Lord is not what most people think; Dumbledore has slandered him to the point that no one outside of the Death Eaters know what is true or false. I won't force you to join him but I want to know where you both stand in this war."
Luna spoke this time; "We stand with you Harry; you are our best friend and the only one to care about us for who we were. Neville and I want to stand by your side and help anyway we can. If you say the Dark Lord is not what he seems then Neville and I trust your judgment."
Harry felt tears flood his eyes, nuzzling into Draco's side he stared at his two true friends like they were the most precious things on earth and to raven haired teen they were. Luna and Neville would stand with him but Harry had to make sure they had thought their decision through.
"I tortured Hermione to the point of death." He had just blurted it out without thinking, Harry just wanted to get this over with, he hoped that the two people in front of him would still accept him after his confession of torturing someone he had once considered his friend.
His mouth dropped open at Neville's words; "I'm sure the little bitch did something to provoke you Harry. You may be dark but you always protect those you care for and would never hurt your friends under any circumstances though it does answer our question on where she went off to. Ron has been downright horrid without you or Granger around."
More tears welled in Harry's eyes, falling down his high cheekbones; Draco's hand brushed away the salty beads from his face. Harry felt so lucky, lucky to have such good friends, lucky to have a lover who understood him and lucky to have finally found his happiness and place in the world.
"Thank you both; I can't tell you what it means to me. I hoped you would stay by my side but I was afraid to hope for it in case you guys decided to turn away from me. Can you both come to Malfoy Manor over Yule break for a few days? I'm sure the Dark Lord wants to speak to you both.
Also, before we leave I need you both to wear a Wizard's Oath that you won't reveal anything that we talked about." Before Neville or Luna could protest that Harry did not trust them Draco raised his large hand to stop their words; "It is for your own protection as much as ours. If the Headmaster tries to interrogate you on where you were you will be incapable of answering him."
Mollified Neville and Luna agreed to take the oath; both raised their wands and repeated after Draco. Harry thought the wording was quite simple, essentially it stopped Neville and Luna from even saying where they had gone during the time they meet with Harry let alone what they had spoken of.
Once the oath was done and sealed with their magic Luna and Neville agreed to visit Malfoy Manor over the Yule holiday, with that the four of them had to break up as their half hour was up. Harry did not want to risk any of them getting into trouble, especially Draco as Dumbledore probably already watched the blonde more than any other student.
After hugs and in Draco's case kisses were exchanged Harry bid the three of them goodbye and disapparated with a crack. Smile plastered ridiculously to his gorgeous face Harry skipped to his father's study to tell him the good news.
Well things are moving along; next chapter the Weasely twins make their appearance.
This story will not involve all-out war scenes; it will involve planning and subtle manipulations on the Dark's side as I think a saner Voldemort would have been more covert in his takeover of the wizarding world.
There will be fights and clashes between the Light and Dark so rest assured there will be some action.
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Harry's POV in this chapter; Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.
Previously:
Mollified Neville and Luna agreed to take the oath; both raised their wands and repeated after Draco. Harry thought the wording was quite simple, essentially it stopped Neville and Luna from even saying where they had gone during the time they meet with Harry let alone what they had spoken of.
Once the oath was done and sealed with their magic Luna and Neville agreed to visit Malfoy Manor over the Yule holiday, with that the four of them had to break up as their half hour was up. Harry did not want to risk any of them getting into trouble, especially Draco as Dumbledore probably already watched the blonde more than any other student.
After hugs and in Draco's case kisses were exchanged Harry bid the three of them goodbye and disapparated with a crack. Smile plastered ridiculously to his gorgeous face Harry skipped to his father's study to tell him the good news.
~~~~~********Chapter 14*******~~~~~
Harry was nervously excited; today the Weasely twins would be coming to speak with him and his father figure. They twins would be apparated to the Receiving Room, their wands would be taken and then the two red heads would led to the Dark Lord's heavily warded study where they would meet; this was the same way Skeeter was brought to them.
The green eyed young man hoped it went well; he always liked the twins maybe because they never really seemed to fit in with the rest of the Weasely family with the exclusion of Bill and Charlie. The eldest Weasely boys were completely foreign to Harry and as such he was hesitant to approach them to join his side.
But all that could change with the joining of Fred and George; even if the twins did not succeed in getting their eldest brothers to join they would still be in a good position to spy and report back on the Order's movements, much like Severus did but with greater chance of learning sensitive information.
As much as Dumbledore claimed to trust Severus Snape he always contradicted his words by excluding Severus from the more important meetings. Harry was told of this bit of information by an amused Severus when they were working on the potion that would correct his eye sight.
The fact that Dumbledore thought Severus did not know of his hiding things was actually quite amusing to the Potter Lord as well; one thing Severus was not was unobservant, except in things that used to involve Harry, and made sure to find ways to ease drop on Order meetings to obtain the information they hoped to keep from him.
Harry was pleased that his surly uncle figure no longer hated him for things he could not control; it wasn't his fault he looked like his mother and father. Though those resemblances were diminishing as Harry continued to grow and change into the man he was meant to be; he had Severus to thank for that along with Lucius and the Dark Lord.
Those three men were his mentors and sounding boards in regards to his political views and opinions; don't get him wrong he loved Draco and respected his opinions but it was nice to have the option to speak to an older person and be reassured by said older person that he was justified in his views not to mention those three men had more life experience than either him or Draco had so their opinions held substantially more weight.
Over the past weeks Harry had begun to open up more to Draco as well; speaking to him about his past in brutal honesty. It felt good to finally expel all that negativity from his mind and body not that he would ever forgive or forget but it no longer festered inside his mind, soul and heart.
For that he was grateful to his blonde lover, Draco never pushed him to talk and when Harry did speak the blonde was always there to listen and ask the right things to out Harry at ease. Why hadn't he taken the blonde's hands all those years ago?
Merlin and Morgana things would have been so much different and probably better but Harry had not taken Draco's hand that day on the train and he could not go back in time without serious repercussions so he would have to live with his choices; bad ones and good.
Harry felt the ripple of the wards as the twins were apparated into Malfoy Manor, apparently it was not normal for non-Malfoys to feel the wards but as always Harry was not normal; everyone just accepted that fact as par for the course and stopped asking about why Harry could do things no one else could.
Slipping on his an ankle length emerald green overrode Harry left his room and made his way quickly to the Dark Lord's study, he wanted to arrive before the twins did and present a united front to the twin terrors. Hopefully the twins understood why he had defected and would agree to join the Dark and if not join then remain neutral.
Entering the study he made his way to sit in the chair in front of the large roaring fire in the study, the Dark Lord was sitting in the chair opposite him looking as cool and calm as always. Harry breathed deeply, checking his Occlumency shields to mask his nervousness and waited for the invasion of the Weasely twins.
The ex-Gryffindor should have known he was worrying for nothing, the second George and Fred entered the room he was swept into a bone crushing hug courtesy of both Weaselys. Harry couldn't stop the beaming smile that cracked his face, the twins didn't hate him!
Breaking away from the taller males Harry smiled at them; "You don't hate me?" The twins looked at him like he grew two heads and started singing opera; "No we don't Harry. We figure you have a lot to explain to us so we are reserving our judgment until we hear you side of the story."
It was mark of how serious the twins were that they weren't participating in their twin speak where they would complete each other's sentences. Harry watched as the twins turned to the still seated and vaguely amused Dark Lord and bowed to the powerful Dark wizard.
"It is our pleasure to meet you my Lord. I'm Fred Weasely and this is my twin George we are happy to be here and look forward to hearing what you have to say before we make or decision." After they were done speaking the Dark Lord waved them into the sofa across from his and Harry's wingback chairs.
"Who's to say that I will give you the chance to make a decision? How do you know that I will let you leave if you stand against us?" Harry wanted to roll his eyes at his father figure, sometimes the man was insufferably blunt and a bit scary but once again Fred and George surprised him.
"We don't know my Lord but we are genuinely interested in what you and Harry have to say so we promise to listen with an open mind and ask questions if we have them." Harry was impressed by George's calm voice, not many could calmly speak to Voldemort with stuttering or hiding in fright but then again Fred and George are always the exception to the rule.
A nod from Voldemort was as much an acceptance of George's words as a cue for Harry to begin speaking; Harry obliged his Lord and began to tell the twins everything from how he felt about Sirius, when he started to become suspicious of Dumbledore and the Light.
He then transitioned into overhearing Hermione and Ginny that night at Hogwarts after Sirius' death. Harry then turned to confirm the twins' suspicions about his home life; detailing the abuse both verbal and physical, the starvation he had been forced to endure every summer.
The only indication of the twins' feelings was in the hardening of their eyes; no longer were they filled with light hearted happiness. Now they were hardened with anger and disgust at their family's actions and finally hearing what they had always suspected about Harry's family.
The last topic of explanation was the Dark's true views and plans; Harry explained in general terms what the Dark Lord had planned. No matter how much he trusted the twins they were not members of the Dark so information had to be censored until they were placed under unbreakable vows.
When Harry was done talking the twins took a few moments to take in everything Harry had said to them, once they were ready Fred spoke for both him and George; "How involved is our family aside from Ron and Ginny?" Harry took his time answering, knowing the twins might not like his conclusions about his family.
"I believe at least your parents are working with Dumbledore to manipulate me into doing what they want. Think about it the day I met you all you were entering Platform nine and three quarters through Kings Cross; why? You're a pure-blood wizarding family why would you need to enter the muggle way?"
The tow red heads nodded in agreement, Fred spoke again; "We always did wonder why we were going the muggle way when we always floo'd in before. Makes sense now; Merlin Harry this is seriously messed up!
We always knew our mom wanted to improve our standing that's why she has been grooming Ginny to be Lady Potter since she was younger but we never thought she would go that low or that far to gain standing and money." Harry smiled sadly at Fred then turned to George giving him the same sad smile.
"I am sorry that I have to ask you this but where do you stand in this war? Do you want to work for the Light or join the Dark? Before you answer know that you can chose to stay neutral as well. If you chose neutrality we need an unbreakable vow that you will not interfere with our plans in anyway or aid the Light in any way.
So what do you want to do?" The twins looked at each, exchanging silent conversation with simple looks. After a few moments the twins turned to Harry and then the Dark Lord; "We don't agree with what our family has done Harry but we don't think we can turn against them."
George took over for Fred at this point; "We would like to take the unbreakable vow to not interfere but we will turn over any information to Snape if we stumble on it. We don't trust Dumbledore anymore, haven't for a while now and we don't want that man running our world.
Now that we know at least a bit what the Dark wants to do we feel better about them running the show than Dumbledore and his pigeons. I never would have thought I would say that but it's true.
We are sorry that we never knew what was going on with you Harry but it all makes sense now, all the little oddities that mum and dad did in regards to you. Maybe in the future when the wars over we can become better friends, brothers even." Harry smiled brightly at the offer of kinship from George.
"I'd like that but now the Dark Lord will swear you to secrecy using the unbreakable vow." The twins nodded until the realized they did not have their wands, a wave of Voldemort's hand brought their wands flying into the red heads' hands.
Once the twins were situated with their wands raised the Dark Lord began to speak; "I, say your name, do swear to not interfere with the Dark Lord's, also known as Lord Voldemort and Tom Marvolo Riddle, plans or interrupt any of the Dark side's plans.
I swear I will remain neutral in the upcoming war and will not do anything to compromise the Dark side's victory. I will not harm anyone working for the Dark's goals or executing the Dark Lord's plans.
I will not speak or divulge any information pertaining to the Dark side's plans or goals. I will not divulge the identities of people I know to be Death Eaters or working for the Dark Lord.
If I knowingly interfere with the Dark Lord's plans or disrupt the Dark Lord's goals in any way I will be punished with the pain of death by suffocation. So I speak it so mote it be."
When the Dark Lord, Fred and George finished speaking the vows two white lights erupted from the twins, flying across the room to slam into the Dark Lord's slim chest. When the two lights settled into the Dark Lord's body the vow was accepted and made active.
Harry turned and beamed at the Weasely twins, feeling quite happy that even if they weren't on his side he would not have to face them in battle. The Dark Lord spoke cutting Harry out of his thoughts; "If we are done I must be attending to other matters. Good day to you." With a stiff nod to all in the room the Dark Lord stood and gracefully left the room.
"I thought he would be a lot more..." Harry volunteered to finish Fred's sentence; "Insane?" Fred and George nodded looking thoughtful until Harry decided to dispel even more of Dumbledore's lies; "He has a violent streak a mile wide and he is sadistic but never for no reason.
Every person he has ever murdered or tortured has been guilty of some offense toward his side in the war. If the Dark Lord was as unstable and insane as we were led to believe would he have taken me in when I just dropped into his meeting room all those weeks ago?
Would he have fed me, clothed me and made sure I healed right? No he would not have but he did and now I'm learning more than I ever have at Hogwarts. I'm in a place where I am cared for and educated; I'm in love with someone who treats me like the most precious thing in the world. I would not give this up for anything."
The twins nodded both smiling before they glanced at the clock above the door; "We need to run Harry we do have a store to set up." Harry smiled again when he heard about Weasely Wizard Wheezes and knew the twins would succeed in their business venture, they were after all brilliant inventors.
"Well then I will see you soon and I'll write when I can. Good luck setting up the shop and if you need any money let me know." The twins waved off his offer for help; "You have already given us enough money but when it is all set up you will have to come and check it out."
"Of course." Hugs and goodbyes were given before Fred and George picked up hand full of floo powder each, threw the fine powder into the flames and stepped into the hearth; with a flash of green flame the twins were gone.
Harry stared at the flames feeling quite good about how things had gone today; he had told the twins everything but that did not matter at the moment as they did not join the Dark. Harry had not expected them to though, it was enough that they would not rise to their family's defense to ask of more would be stupid.
Smiling he left the study and made his way to his room to pick up his quill and parchment so he could escape to the garden and enjoy the sun while he wrote to Draco; he had much to tell his blonde lover.
Next chapter Remus and the rest of the Order will start to arrive at Malfoy Manor for their "meetings"; much fun will happen and the Ministry take over begins.
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: I was not 100% happy with the last chapter but not much I can do about it now. This chapter is in Harry's POV; Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.
Previously:
"Of course." Hugs and goodbyes were given before Fred and George picked up hand full of floo powder each, threw the fine powder into the flames and stepped into the hearth; with a flash of green flame the twins were gone.
Harry stared at the flames feeling quite good about how things had gone today; he had told the twins everything but that did not matter at the moment as they did not join the Dark. Harry had not expected them to though, it was enough that they would not rise to their family's defense to ask of more would be stupid.
Smiling he left the study and made his way to his room to pick up his quill and parchment so he could escape to the garden and enjoy the sun while he wrote to Draco; he had much to tell his blonde lover.
~~~~~********Chapter 15*******~~~~~
Harry was nervous but could feel the anticipation curling through his body; today he would go to the Ministry and begin executing the Dark Lord's plans through his seats in the Wizengamot. Lucius, as always, would be accompanying him as his guardian but also as his friend. Harry felt more at ease knowing someone he trusted would be with him when he took his first steps into politics.
Not only would this be his first foray into politics but it would be the first time he was seeing Dumbledore; something Harry was both salivating for, figuratively of course, and dreading.
He knew the Headmaster could do nothing to remove Harry from where he was living at the moment as he was emancipated but that did not mean the old coot would not try something.
Voldemort seemed to think along these lines as well, taking Harry aside to give Harry a portkey that would take him directly back to the Dark Lord's study should anything go wrong during Harry's time at the Ministry.
It was unlikely that anything would happen as Fudge was firmly in Lucius Malfoy's pocket and in turn the Dark Lord's; the inept Minister of Magic would rather die than disgrace himself in front of the Malfoy Lord. A fact that both amused Harry and put him at ease, Lucius truly was a true politician even more so than the Dark Lord.
Adjusting his finest dress robes Harry made his way down the familiar path to the receiving room to meet with Lucius and bid the Dark Lord goodbye. Walking into the room Harry smiled when he saw the look in his father figures eyes; it was nerves. Voldemort did not like Harry going into the dragon's nest at all and the fact that the Dark Lord could not go to ensure his ward's safety irritated him greatly.
After saying goodbye, assuring Voldemort that he would be fine, Lucius apparated them both in the Ministry foyer and together the two Lords made their way toward the lifts that would take them to the Wizengamot's chambers.
The lift ride was surprisingly quick, not many wanted to get into an elevator with Lucius Malfoy even if Harry was with him, though not many recognized Harry now that his looks had changed over the last months.
Another thing that pleased Harry; people looked at him with respect and deference where before they looked at him as a scrawny unkempt urchin. Good that worked better for Harry because to play the part it helped to look the part and he looked like a young Lord firmly in charge of his affairs, which he was with Lucius' help.
Together the Malfoy Lord and Harry sorted through every piece of parchment relating to the Potter and Black accounts; by the end Harry knew his holding front to back even if he could not see straight or ever want to see another number again.
Once the war was over Harry wanted to travel, visiting all the houses in other countries his family owned, it would be nice to relax and enjoy time to himself with no one trying to kill him, use him for their schemes or tutoring him to the edge of his abilities.
Oh yes Voldemort pushed him to the ends of his strength, physically, magically and mentally, but it was paying off loads in return; just yesterday the Dark Lord mentioned he would soon be trained with Rodolphus Lestrange in the art of fighting with weapons while dueling.
Harry was extremely excited to train with the older Lestrange brother after hearing of the older man's prowess in battle. Not to mention that over the weeks and Harry's involvement in meetings the teen had struck up a sort of friendship with the Lestrange Lord and looked forward to getting to know him better and learn from him.
Lucius touching his elbow made his eyes focus and fall onto the large chamber doors; "Are you alright Harry?" Lucius voice was low and reserved so no one could overhear his query. "I'm well Lucius; should we go in?" Lucius looked closely at Harry closely to make sure he was truly okay before nodding curtly, grey eyes going hard, face impassive and pushed open the large doors, strutting in regally.
Harry followed his Occlumency shields up while his face and eyes were impassive; Severus would be proud of him. When the present Wizengamot members glanced to the entering Malfoy Lord their eyes were drawn to the Harry and many eyes widened in shock.
Harry followed Lucius giving the people looking at him stiff nods of acknowledgement and joined the blonde, who was speaking to Lords Flint, Parkinson, Zabini and Greengrass. The older men turned to Harry, all possessing amused glints in their eyes, and greeted Harry warmly.
Harry greeted them just as kindly, knowing the Potter Lord's appearance meant that finally the Dark families could begin to make real changes in their government and laws. Not only due to his family seats but his influence, even after announcing his change in allegiance, had not for the most part faded.
Lucius explained to Harry that Dumbledore only courted the Light families, leaving the Neutral and Dark families to their own devices. The Chief Warlock seemed to think the Neutral and Dark families as beneath his notice and unworthy of recognition.
This attitude was allowed to go on due to the fact that until Harry came with his eight seats the Light outnumbered the Dark/Neutral families; well that would change today if Harry had anything to say about it. It was time that wizards and witches took back their world from muggle lovers and sympathizers; today they would begin to rebuild their world by repealing several laws dealing with traditions and ceremonies that the Ministry had labeled Dark.
Not only would that but they would propose several new laws pertaining to muggleborns and their integration into the wizarding world; Harry fully supported these laws seeing as he was abused by muggles almost his whole life and was clueless about the magical world until he received his Hogwarts letter.
It was incredibly overwhelming to not only learn of the magical world but then you are thrust into Hogwarts and expected to learn magic; it was overwhelming and insane to ask an eleven year old to adjust to all of this at once.
Sighing silently Harry calmed himself down, it would not do to allow his emotions to cloud his judgment and give people doubts of his competency to be there. Harry looked toward Lucius and saw the blonde looking at something with disdain, turning to investigate Harry's emerald eyes fell on the man he despised more than anyone, Albus Dumbledore.
The old coot was as always wearing an atrocious robe, electric blue with flaming cauldrons in red; it truly was hideous. The Headmaster looked ridiculous amongst the rest if the Wizengamot members, all of whom were wearing their best robes or dresses. It was just another way that Dumbledore disrespected the wizarding world and the members of the Wizengamot.
Harry braced himself for what he knew was to come and surely as he thought it Dumbledore approached him, grandfatherly smile in place but Harry saw the anger in his eyes even if the old fool was trying his it behind his gently disapproving gaze; fucking lying piece of trash was all harry could think.
A hand on his shoulder brought him out of murderous thought; glancing back to Lucius Harry reigned in his magic that was beginning to swirl around him. The green eyed Lord knew seeing his former mentor like this would bring back a lot of memories but Harry never thought it would be this hard; he simultaneously wanted to scream at Dumbledore for his lies and hex him for his manipulations.
In the end Harry met Dumbledore's gaze calmly; "Headmaster it is nice to see you." Dumbledore smiled brighter, making Harry's teeth clench imperceptivity; "Harry my boy where have you been? The Weaselys are going mad with worry and Hermione is missing.
You should think of others before you do something rash like disappearing like you have. Now why don't you stop this Wizengamot nonsense and return to Hogwarts." Harry's blood boiled and his eyes flashed, taking strength and a bit of comfort from Lucius' presence Harry responded; "Nonsense Headmaster? I hardly think me taking my rightful place on the Wizengamot as nonsense.
As to my disappearance I would like to remind you Headmaster people knew where I was, you just were not among them. As you have undoubtedly read and know I left the Dursley's house as I was beaten to the edge of my life and if I had not left I would have died.
As for the Weasely family I have nothing to say and want nothing to do with them; I know Headmaster. I know you paid them to befriend me; you stole from my vaults to make it happen. You, Headmaster, tried to betroth me to the whore Ginevra Weasely, without my consent if I may add.
I have had enough of you lies and manipulations Headmaster Dumbledore and will no longer be your pawn in this war, fighting for things I do not believe in or agree with. No, from this point on I will fight for what I believe is right with others who see our world as I do. I apologize if you cannot understand this but that is the way of it; I will not back down.
Also, Headmaster in the future you may call me Lord Potter-Black, do not assume such familiarity with me anymore, we are not friends. Now if you excuse me I must find my seat so we can begin with the meeting." Harry gracefully spun on his heal and made to follow Lucius to their seats on the left side of the Wizengamot chamber; the Dark to the left, the Neutral in the middle and the Light on the right of the semicircle with the dais for the Chief Warlock and scribe in the center.
Harry heard Dumbledore sigh sadly before taking his place at the dais; the Potter Lord was under no delusion that this would not be the end but he reveled in the fact that he said some of the things he did to the old coot; the rest of the meeting went by in a blur of proposals, votes and debates but in the end the Dark got their way for once.
The proposals Lucius and the other Lords loyal to the Dark Lord put up were voted through without issue, even managing to garner some support from a small section of the Light supporters. It pleased Harry that at least some people loyal to the Light could put their allegiance aside to vote for laws and proposals that would better there world.
Harry vote was the determining factor though on most of the laws passing and it pleased Harry to watch Dumbledore's anger rise as his ex-sheep gave him the proverbial finger with every vote cast. In the end Harry thought Dumbledore was going to try and kill him for his actions but the old fool restrained himself probably because of the audience around them; it was not smart to murder anyone in front of the entire Wizengamot.
Harry was happy with that and pleased that Dumbledore was being put in his place, indirectly by their new laws. He could hardly wait until the Hogwarts Board of Governors meeting where they would introduce more stringent requirements, better classes and teachers as well as several new classes.
A smile was on Harry's face when they emerged from the receiving room at Malfoy Manor; the Dark Lord striding toward them, covertly searching Harry for any signs of injury or distress. Feeling that happy bubble filling him Harry did something impulsive and probably insane, he hugged the Dark Lord.
Voldemort stiffened when Harry held him close but finally relaxed enough to awkwardly hold his ward; Lucius was trying not to snicker at the scene in front of him but was quickly silenced when the Dark Lord glared at him when harry finally let him go.
Harry stepped back smiling sheepishly at his father figure; "Sorry about that I was just happy to see you and thank you for your concern for me." Feeling slightly embarrassed Harry excused himself and fled the room, leaving a still amused Lucius and a confused Dark Lord.
The ex-Gryffindor sped through the Manor until he reached his room, stripping out of his dress robes quickly he put on a comfortable house robe and tried not to punch himself; what the hell was he thinking hugging the Dark Lord? Well the answer was obvious; nothing!
He was just so overwhelmed between the Wizengamot, facing Dumbledore and then when he saw the Dark Lord and his look of concern Harry couldn't help it! Harry never liked to hug people or touch people for that matter, probably due to his years of physical abuse but he found he liked to touch the people he cared for.
Draco was constantly dealing with an affectionate Harry, even Lucius and Severus received hugs when Harry was feeling particularly happy or loving; Severus was getting used to it but accepted the teen's shows of affection in stride. Lucius, who was actually quite affectionate when no one was looking, enjoyed the hugs not that he would ever admit it.
The emerald eyed teen believed he was healing bit by bit and the desire to be physically affection as well as talk about, and opening up, about his feelings was a sign of that. Just goes to show you that no one is irreparable damaged as Harry believed he was when he escaped his aunt and uncle's home.
With constant care, support and assistance Harry was growing into the man he should have been, well maybe not should have been. He had no delusions that he would not have become Dark had his parents been alive to raise him but that was not how his life went; Harry never had the chance to know his parents so their ideals and beliefs were not passed onto him.
Nonetheless, Harry was proud of the man he was becoming under the Dark Lord's tutelage and care; that was one of the reasons why he served the crimson eyed man so faithfully.
Don't get him wrong Harry agreed with the Dark Lord's point of view, he was not just serving the Dark out of some misguided sense of loyalty; it was the affection he felt for the Slytherin Lord that made Harry want to succeed in their plans and do everything he could to assure their victory.
Shaking his head Harry slid into bed, glancing at the clock and seeing it was already three thirty; he needed to sleep for a bit as Remus would be coming to meet with him at six. No doubt the werewolf would come with many suggestions for Harry to come back and return to being firmly under the Light's thumb.
Well the wolf was in for a surprise; Harry had no intention of going back to the Light, ever! He simply wanted to meet with Remus to get answers to some of his questions; where was Remus when Harry was dumped at his aunt's? Why had he never thought to check on Harry's wellbeing? Why did Remus not get suspicious when he saw how thin and malnourished Harry was when he showed up at Hogwarts for his third year?
These were just some of the questions he had for the wolf and he would get his answers! Having Fenrir Greyback there would ensure Remus' compliance or the self-hating wolf would be subjected to pain beyond his comprehension. Indeed Harry already procured his tools for this meeting, finely made silver knives and other sharp bladed weapons.
The best part though was Remus could not speak of this meeting to anyone! Ha even when the wolf went missing no one would have a clue where he went and would have no reason to tie the wolf's disappearance to Malfoy Manor, the Dark Lord or Harry. It truly was a masterful plan and allowed for them to get as many Order members to the Malfoy Manor for "meetings".
Harry knew Tonks was coming as well and she would most likely meet the same fate as her wolf. The bint was too caught up in what was right and wrong, black and white that the metamorphmagus never thought in shades of grey; maybe that worked for an Auror but in war there were only shades of grey.
In a war both sides believed they were right and the other wrong, so who was right? Harry believed the Dark was in the right in this war but he was sure Dumbledore would condemn him and spout about the valiant Light being the noble side. So who was the one in the right?
Both actually as confusing as it sounded, both sides possessed ideals that were fair and truly good but unfortunately the animosity between the Light and Dark made it impossible for them to agree on anything. Harry wondered if they ever tried to meet and discuss things.
A laugh bubbled out of Harry's lips at the thought of Voldemort meeting Dumbledore; it would end in murder no doubt. Harry did not worry though many believed if the Dark won their world would turn into a world of depravity but that was not the case as Harry now knew. When they won the war they would change things yes but also integrate rights for magical creatures like Veela and Werewolves.
Historically magical creatures were revered and respected; it was when muggleborns began to come into their society that this belied began to change. The muggleborns feared these magical creatures after hearing myths and legends about blood thirsty werewolves etc.
While he could agree that Fenrir Greyback was terrifying the large wolf was only violent when provoked into a fight or when he protected his pack. When he bit Remus he was newly turned and abandoned by his sire; the older wolf was alone, terrified and scared when he stumbled on Remus Lupin.
By changing the magical world's view of Werewolves they would virtually end the attacks by young newly changed werewolves, the Wolfsbane potion would be readily available and Werewolves would not have to live in fear and outside of magical society, unless the pack chose to.
This was just one example of things Voldemort wanted to change for the better when he seized control. All magical beings deserved respect, the ability to live in peace, find work and support their family; that was what Harry wanted to too. The green eyed teen wanted to live in a world where everyone was able to live well and express their ideas, unless those ideas trampled someone else's right.
He really was turning into a right politician, even his thoughts were sounding like political speeches. Chuckling Harry snuggled into his blankets and let his eyes close, hoping he could catch some restful sleep before he faced his former mentor and friend.
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: TIME SKIP & more plot ahead! We are in Voldemort's then Draco's POV for this chapter; Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.
Previously:
By changing the magical world's view of Werewolves they would virtually end the attacks by young newly changed werewolves, the Wolfsbane potion would be readily available and Werewolves would not have to live in fear and outside of magical society, unless the pack chose to.
This was just one example of things Voldemort wanted to change for the better when he seized control. All magical beings deserved respect, the ability to live in peace, find work and support their family; that was what Harry wanted to too. The green eyed teen wanted to live in a world where everyone was able to live well and express their ideas, unless those ideas trampled someone else's right.
He really was turning into a right politician, even his thoughts were sounding like political speeches. Chuckling Harry snuggled into his blankets and let his eyes close, hoping he could catch some restful sleep before he faced his former mentor and friend.
~~~~~~~~~********Chapter 16*******~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort was worried about his ward; it was almost a month after the werewolf Remus Lupin came to the manor and Harry had not been the same since. The young man sequestered himself in his rooms, which was totally unlike the social ex-Gryffindor.
He knew seeing and speaking to Lupin would be hard for his charge to handle but it needed to be done; Harry had so many things to deal with. From the neglect endured at the hands of his family to the negligence of Dumbledore and finally the pain the youth felt toward those who should have protected him, Dumbledore was included in this as well.
Harry already faced Dumbledore at the Wizengamot but had yet to sit on the Board of Hogwarts Governors. From what Lucius told him Harry stood his ground when Dumbledore tried to bully him by undermining Harry's authority in the Wizengamot. That fact made Voldemort proud of his surrogate somewhat son.
Harry's first day attending the Wizengamot would forever be remembered for Voldemort as the day he experienced his first hug. Yes, Voldemort had experienced sex but never had the red eyed man enjoyed the feeling of a simple hug given freely just because they wanted to hug him.
HIM! The most feared Dark Lord in a century and Harry actually wanted to hug him. Maybe the boy really had lost his sanity? Shaking his bald head the Dark Lord just accepted that Harry was different from others as evidenced by the fact that he looked at him as a father figure.
Sighing, the pale man returned to the troublesome thoughts of Harry; Remus Lupin really had done damage to the boy even if the wolf had little to do with the boy until his third year of Hogwarts. All Remus' Hogwarts appearance did for Harry was make the green eyed teen question where Remus was all the years he suffered at his uncle's?
It angered the Dark Lord even now when he thought about the pathetic man's excuses as to why he never came to check on Harry's wellbeing; they were all selfish and pitiful. According to Lupin he didn't want to expose Harry to his Lycanthropy, which was absolute rubbish!
Harry quickly shot that excuse down when he pointed out that Remus' Lycanthropy had not stood in the way of him teaching at Hogwarts, even with the use of Wolfsbane.
Also, the ex-savior was quick to point out that Remus attended Hogwarts without the use of Wolfsbane so why was visiting Harry on a night that was not near the full moon so difficult.
The bastard then went on to make more excuses; he was grieving for Harry's parents, he was upset about Sirius Black's alleged betrayal, and finally he believed Dumbledore when he said Harry was fine.
Voldemort knew that if he ever had close friends, if being the operative word, he would want to ensure their spawn was well cared for and would not be satisfied until he saw their child was cared for with his own eyes.
Lupin disgusted him; truly the man did, not just because the man refused to accept himself for being a werewolf but also because he was so pitiful. Harry deserved so much better than what he received in terms of guardians even Sirius Black was lacking.
In the end Harry had become so distraught and angry that when the words; "Avada Kedavra" left his charge's wand no one was surprised. Harry had not taken it well when he came back to himself and thus began Harry's self-imposed isolation. Well Voldemort had enough of Harry's pity party.
Harry had wallowed enough and Voldemort had been more than patient, it was time for Harry to rejoin the world and the Dark Lord had the perfect solution to his Harry problem; Draco Malfoy.
Yes, the Malfoy heir would be arriving in a few minutes. Lucius already secured the boy a pass to leave Hogwarts for the weekend, siting family issues. Dumbledore was not happy but could not deny a parent's request for his son's presence and eventually Okayed Draco's home visit.
If anyone could get Harry out of his funk it was his lover; the crimson eyes man knew Draco was one of the only people Harry kept in contact with this last month. Every other correspondence was ignored, which irritated the Dark Lord as Luna Lovegood took it upon herself to write to him to make sure Harry was okay.
He answered the girl grudgingly, though he was not sure of he was reassuring or terrifying but h did not care. He just wanted Harry back to normal that was all. Salazar he was turning soft!
A flash of green flame brought him out of his thoughts, casting his blood red eyes to the hearth he watched Draco step out of the fireplace and dust off his robes. Voldemort also noticed that the Malfoy heir looked stressed and worried; Harry's doing no doubt.
The brat worried them all this past month, even Severus was concerned though he would never admit. When Draco bowed formally to him the Dark Lord brushed him off with a lazy gesture of his hand; "Go see to Harry." Without murmuring another sound the blonde was quickly walking out of his office leaving the Dark Lord to his thoughts.
POV CHANGE
Draco was nervous, very nervous, about his lover. He did not know exactly what happened when Lupin came to visit, Harry refused to tell him but he knew it was bad. He just hoped that he could snap Harry out of his melancholy; he loved the emerald eyed man and did not want him to be upset or in pain.
Striding to his lover's door Draco did not bother to knock and pushed the door open, looking around until he found a lump under the bed covers; "Harry, love?" His love's gorgeous face popped out from under the blankets looking quite shocked; "Draco? What are you doing here?"
The blonde smiled but it fell quickly when he saw the puffy eyes of his love, Harry had been crying obviously and that observation pained him immensely. Walking to the bed Draco slipped off his boots and crawled under the blankets, pulling Harry's slim body against his.
"I'm here because father asked me to come and visit. Apparently you have been worrying a few people around here. Now, what's the matter love? I know your upset about something but you won't tell me what it is. Please love you have to tell me so I can fix it.
I hate it when you're upset." Harry snuggled into his chest, staying silent and Draco left him to collect his thoughts. The blonde knew not to push Harry, all that would accomplish was his lover clamming up and refusing to speak about what happened; true he could of asked the Dark Lord but he wanted to hear it from Harry's lips.
After ten minutes or so Harry began to speak, his voice hoarse and low; "Lupin came like I told you he was and when he got here I asked him all the questions I always wanted to ask. Lupin answered truthfully; the Veritaserum helped as did the presence of Fenrir Greyback.
When I heard his excuses I lost it... I don't know what came over me but I cast it Draco; I cast the killing curse and killed him. I'm a monster Draco, I killed him and I hate myself for it!" Draco sat and let his lover cry; holding him tight while the blonde went over what Harry told him.
Once Harry's tears dried and his sobs quieted Draco spoke, his voice firm but caring; "You are no monster Harry! You are a wonderful, loving man who lost his himself to the pain of your past and acted. From what you have told me about Lupin he deserved what he got and you cannot blame yourself for his death.
Lupin was a coward, a useless wizard and his death will be no loss. If anything the Killing curse was merciful, if it was me his death would have been slow and painful. Harry love please don't do this to yourself, I don't want to loss you and I don't want to see you upset.
So please try to get past this, nothing can be changed at this point and all you are doing is hurting yourself by acting like this. I love you and I don't want to see you like this." Harry leaned back and looked into his eyes; Draco wiped away the remnants of wetness off Harry's cheeks.
After staring at each other for a few moments Harry smiled a small smile; "You really came all this way to make me feel better?" Draco nodded, rolling his eyes in exasperation; "Of course I did! I was worried but I couldn't figure out a way to see you and when father asked for me to come home at our Lord's request I knew something was wrong."
Harry looed surprised; "The Dark Lord asked you to come here to cheer me up? He was worried about me?" Draco rolled his eyes again; when would Harry get the fact that people cared about him? It was times like these that Draco hated his love's muggle family; they were the ones who did this to Harry.
"Of course the Dark Lord was worried, we all were even Severus. We don't like it when you're sad and for the past month you have been acting depressed and sad. We like our happy and smiling Harry not this pitiful sniveling Harry; I'm sorry if that's harsh love but you need to hear it."
Harry pouted, rather cutely if Draco had an opinion, before he pressed a kiss to Draco's lips. The blonde pressed back against the lips on his but did not take it further than that, oh he wanted to but now was not the time for sex.
Nope, now was the time to get Harry out of bed and back into the world, pulling away the blonde gazed at his love; "Harry why don't we go for a walk in the garden, get you into the fresh air. It will help clear your head but dress warm it is quite cold out there."
Harry nodded before rolling out of bed, dressing in a thick winter robe and boots. Draco sat in the chair near the fire while Harry disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing after a few minutes looking refreshed. The sight made Draco smile, Harry was already looking better and that lifted a lot of worry from Draco's mind and heart.
Together the couple walked through the Manor until the hit the snow covered gardens; "It's lovely out here Draco, everything looks so pure and untainted." Draco merely nodded, used to how the Manor grounds looked in winter but happy that Harry was smiling again.
They walked in silence until Harry began to speak and Draco just listened to his partner's sweet voice, Merlin he'd missed hearing Harry's vice. Letters were all well and good but nothing substitutes hearing that smooth voice.
Draco was snapped out of his thoughts when Harry grasped his hand, scolding himself the blonde listened to what Harry was saying; "So next Monday I'll be attending the Board of Governors meeting for the first time and I am really looking forward to watching Dumbledore's face when I shove my suggestions for the school into his face and watch them be approved by our allies.
It shouldn't be too hard though and I would not be surprised if a few Light wizards on the Board voted for the changes I want to make, they are after all for the betterment of Hogwarts. Even though I may be Dark and no longer Light I still want the best for all magical people; that should never be in question."
Draco knew his lover did not care about blood as long as the witch or wizard respected their world and culture Harry would be their friend, Draco was not so indiscriminate but that was why Harry was Harry.
The ex-Gryffindor seemed to attract people almost like the Dark Lord did with his sincerity and honest want to make their world better. How else did the raven get the Dark Lord, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy and even Rodulphus Lestrange to care for him? The man just drew you in, made you want to help him, be close to the brilliance that was Harry James Potter-Black.
Draco had identified Harry's brilliance from the moment they met in Diagon Alley before first year and wanted to make the boy his friend. Unfortunately that plan did not go well but he really did not care anymore, he had Harry now and he content with that.
Realizing he let himself drift in his thoughts Draco smiled a bit sheepishly at Harry and answered, finally; "Indeed, I will have to secure the Pensieve memory of your first Hogwarts meeting. Dumbledore expression will no doubt be priceless, that bastard.
Do you know he tried to read my mail, he was unsuccessful as all my letters are spelled only to be read by me, well you know that as you are one of the people writing to me. The nerve of that man! I despise him with every ounce of my being and cannot wait until the man is dead and buried.
He is truly the worst thing to ever happen to the wizarding world and Hogwarts!" Harry smiled but then it quickly fell before Draco could question his lover's change in expression Harry spoke; "Speaking of letters I really should write back to the twins, Neville and Luna. I haven't been keeping in contact with anyone besides you; I couldn't muster the strength to do it."
Draco stopped and pulled the smaller man into his arms, offering silent comfort and support to his love. Breaking away they continued their walk until they became chilled, the sun was setting quickly and the wind was picking up; " Let's go inside love, I'm sure the others will want to see for themselves that you are up and about."
Harry looked ashamed for a moment but it was quickly replaced by a smile; "They really worried about me that much?" Draco did not dignify that question with a response, he already told Harry that they were worried for him and he would not repeat himself; the emerald eyed teen needed to realize that for himself as not amount of convincing from Draco would work.
They arrived at the Dark Lord's study doors which opened when Harry raised his hand to knock. Stepping into the room Draco saw his father and Severus were also present in the room with the Dark Lord.
Draco moved to sit on the sofa in the room, Harry sitting closely next to him. The silence became stunted and was broken, finally, be a properly repentant looking Harry; "I apologize for making you all worry. I just needed to come to terms with what I did; I'm a murderer now."
Voldemort snorted, making everyone look at him, and shake his head; "Harry you are no murderer; I am a murderer. Remus Lupin had it coming to him for what he did to you and I will not listen to you babble nonsense that is simple not true. Stop this foolishness and go back to the way you were."
Draco almost laughed at the Dark Lord's attempt at comforting Harry, the man really did care about his ward he just did not know how to show it properly. His grey eyes fell on Severus who was nodding in agreement to the Dark Lord's words; of course Severus would nod, the man could not comfort a kneazle.
His father seemed to realize that something had to be said to smooth over the Dark Lord's less than stellar attempt at being supportive; "Harry, you are not a heartless killer. You simply lost control of your emotions and acted out of impulse. In the future I am sure you will not let yourself get that far.
But it happened, you killed a man, even if that man deserved it and that is something you will have to live with but please so not withdraw from the people who care for you. We worried for you when you wouldn't come out of your room and you barely ate, even your friends became concerned and wrote the Dark Lord."
A choking sound brought Draco's attention back to Harry, the green eyed teen was looking at Voldemort with wide eyes while choking out; "Who wrote to you?" The red eyed male scowled; "I think her name was Luna Lovegood, if you must know."
Harry sat there for a moment just staring at the Dark Lord's scowling face before bursting out in laughter; "Leave it to Luna to write the Dark Lord to check up on me!" Draco knew most people would be too scared to laugh like this in front of the Dark Lord but right now it felt good to see Harry laughing freely again.
Apparently he wasn't the only one as everyone in attendance relaxed when they heard they ex-Gryffindor's rich laugh. Once he calmed down Harry wiped his eyes and looked at them all fondly; "Thank you for putting up with me this last month and thank you for caring about me. I'm not used to this but it feels good to know that people really care for me."
Several eyes rolled but the good mood was not ruined if anything it remained through dinner, many of the Inner Circle greeted Harry warmly, expressing their relief that he was once again with them. Harry blushed and stuttered a lot during dinner, something that amused Draco to no end.
It seemed Harry could be fearless except when it came to people expressing that they cared for him, then Harry turned into a graceless tongue tied mess. Draco loved watching Harry's reactions to people, they were always so genuine and warm; you always knew where you stood with Potter.
They were so different from each other, almost like fire and ice but they worked. Draco sometimes wished that Harry had taken his hand in friendship before first year, so many things would have went differently if he had but then again that may have changed Harry and that was something Draco never wanted to happen.
He loved Harry as he was and would not change a thing. The blonde knew they were young but he knew in his heart that Harry was the one for him and during Yule he planned on taking the first step to ensure that Harry knew it too.
A hand on his thigh brought Draco out of his plans for Yule, looking down he smirked mentally when he saw Harry's slim hand sliding toward his crotch. Well it seemed Harry missed him as much as Draco missed Harry; the blonde made their excuses and stood, holding is hand out for Harry to take.
Both men quickly left the dining room, ignoring the knowing looks on many of the Inner Circle members' faces. Harry seemed to not be able to wait until they reached his room, id the nips to Draco's neck and ear were any indication.
As much as Draco would not mind fucking Harry in the middle of the hall he had a feeling the Dark Lord would have an issue with it. Allowing Harry to continue his assault on his person the blonde walked faster toward their destination of Harry's room.
When they finally crashed through the door Draco grasped Harry's gorgeous face in his hands and crushed their lips together; Circe he had missed the taste of his smaller lover. No amount of masturbation or fantasies could ever simulate the real thing!
Draco put everything into the fierce meeting of lips, nipping harshly at the raven's plump bottom lip before sucking harshly on the other's tongue. The taller male pulled away from that tempting mouth, he continued to lavish Harry's soft skin with nips and sucks, becoming impatient the blonde began to tear of the shorter man's clothes.
The Slytherin was rabid with need at this point, stepping back to strip himself quickly while Harry focused on removing his boots and socks. Finally, they nude in front of each other, bare for their eyes to feast on and their cocks showing the feverish want both males were feeling at the moment.
He stalked forward, pressing his broader body against Harry's while his large hand grasped those slim hips he loved to caress in a tight grip. As if on cue both men began to thrust their hips, forcing their lengths together, heated flesh glided against heated flesh and the friction was incredible for Draco.
Harry's hands flew to anchor himself on Draco's broad shoulders, his bright eyes shining and blown wide with lust, pushing the blonde out of his mind as they continued to grind against each other.
He was so far gone that he did not notice Harry's slim hand releasing his shoulder and moving in between their rutting bodies, that slender hand grasped both their lengths, smearing the copious amounts of pre-cum to cover their rigid cocks before he began to pump them in time with their fevered thrusts.
A groan of pleasure left Draco's lips when his lover's hand touched his erection. The blonde began to thrust harder, more desperately against his lover's body, craving his release that was hammering down on him.
Opening eyes the color of silver Draco gazed at his raven haired love and felt his breath catch at the erotic sight the other man presented; Harry was flushed, his pale body shimmering with a light covering of sweat while his eyes were half lidded and sensually gazing at Draco with such passion.
But the sight that had Draco throwing his head back and cumming hard was watching his cock clashing against his lover's engorged length. His orgasm was mind numbing in its intensity and Draco could not think of another time when he came so hard just by a hand job and some frottage.
He continued to thrust against his lover, riding his orgasm to its end while watching Harry succumb to his release; the moment of his peak when Harry bit down on his kiss swollen lower lip and came with a mewl of Draco's name was one of the most beautiful things the blonde had ever seen.
Both males stood wrapped around each other while their breathing slowed and the cum began to dry on their cooling flesh. Tiredly Draco summoned his wand and cast the necessary cleaning spells, when they were refreshed the blonde parted completely and drug Harry to the large freshly made bed.
They toppled onto the soft mattress, fighting their way under the blankets before once again wrapping their arms around the other. Several sweet light kisses were placed to the others lips and murmurs of love were given, soon they both drifted to sleep, content and sated in each other's arms.
When Draco woke the next morning he reached instinctively for his lover only to grasp nothing but blankets. Sitting up quickly Draco worriedly looked around the room for his love, calming when he saw the ex-Gryffindor sitting at his desk writing quickly.
"Love, what are you doing?" Harry jumped a bit not realizing Draco was yet awake, when Harry turned the blonde was gifted with the raven's bright smile; "Good Morning Draco. Did you sleep well?" Draco replied that he did before getting back to his first question; "What are you doing over there? Come back to bed."
Harry chuckled; "I will in a bit, I just want to write back to the twins, Luna and Neville; I was quite an ass. I want to write an apology to them for my lack of writing to them and for ignoring them.
They really are the best friends I could ask for and I cannot lose them because I was a fool." Draco nodded knowing Harry needed to do something to make himself feel better about his treatment toward his friends. Lying back Draco decided to think about his time at Hogwarts and what was going on in the castle this year.
Maybe when Harry was done with his letters Draco would give him a more detailed version than he was able to in letters. So far the year was quiet but stressful, while no attacks were happening at the moment the disquiet of not knowing when they would be attacked was prevalent.
Dumbledore constantly watched him, trying to see what he was doing, where he was going. Not that the old coot ever succeeded in the least; Severus ensured that the blonde stayed safe from, and unbothered, by the aged Headmaster.
Ronald Weasley was a pathetic excuse of a wizard without the mudblood's help in his studies and Harry's friendship to make up for the red headed bastard's horrid personality.
It pleased Draco to watch the Weasel wallow in his failure ion classes and sitting alone during the day with only his twat of a sister for company. It seemed without the savior of the wizarding world by his side Ron was a no one as he should be; the whole damn Weasely family with the exception of the first five sons were useless.
Ginny Weasely was an annoyance, constantly acting like she knew where Harry was and that they were still together, that they would marry after Harry defeated Voldemort; this made the blonde break out in mental hysterics every time he heard her boasting, if the little chit even knew.
If that red headed whore knew that it was Draco's cock that her beloved Harry craved, that it was Draco's hands caressing her Harry's immaculate body. Oh the little bint would explode in rage before crying tears of betrayal even if Harry was never hers to have.
Merlin, how had Harry stood by and continued to affiliate with these people? The mudblood and Weasel were atrocious people but at least Granger was dead; a definite step up for her in Draco's opinion.
That Harry continued to stay by their side, fight for them and defend them was unbelievable to Draco and just went to show you how much love the Potter-Black Lord had for his precious people. The blonder Malfoy heir was honored that he now counted among Harry's loved ones.
Sighing silently Draco went back to his school year synopsis; his classes were going well, of course. The blonde was brilliant and earned his grades despite popular belief that Lucius paid for them. Like hell his father bought his good grades, his Malfoy pride would not allow it.
Being back at school was hard, he missed Harry and his father terribly but it was nice to spend time with Severus, just the two of them working on potions together. It was so much like it used to be when Draco was younger and he loved the surly potions master even more now than he did as a child.
The dark man truly had shaped him into the man he was even more than his father had. Lucius was good father but his personality was more like Harry's when the elder Malfoy removed his mask while Draco was much more like his dark haired father figure. That was why they worked so well together, they did not need words or constant chatter to fill the silence.
However, he had a task while at Hogwarts, one he toke very seriously; he was to report back anything suspicious to Harry through their letters and then Harry would turn it over to the Dark Lord. So far Draco provided some information on the stationing of Order members around Hogwarts; the Dark Lord was pleased by this piece of news.
But other than that it was difficult for Draco to pick up anything useful as he was still a student and restricted to where he could go. However, Draco was always watching for anything that appeared to be out of the ordinary.
His raven haired lover slipping under the blankets broke Draco out of his thoughts; "What are you thinking, Draco?" The blonde smiled before launching into what was going on at Hogwarts, explaining abut classes, his old friends and anything else he thought Harry would like to know about.
They stayed in bed most of the day; talking, eating, snogging and touching each other and to date it was one of the best days in either males' lives.
My lord this chapter turned into a monster all its own!
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Harry's POV then Dumbledore's; Thank you to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! This chapter will have some colorful language so just a heads up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.
~~~~~~*********Chapter 17*********~~~~~~
Harry was angry with himself; while Draco was here it was possible to be distracted by the blonde and his conversation or body but now that the grey eyed male left to go back to Hogwarts Harry was once again alone with his thoughts.
He really had been selfish during the last month, wallowing in grief and self-loathing, when he should have been working toward his and the Dark Lord's cause. No doubt by now Remus Lupin's disappearance was noticed by the Order and by extension Dumbledore.
It would be almost impossible to lure anyone to the Manor now that the Light was alerted to their members disappearing under suspicious circumstances. Merlin and Morgana Harry really needed to get over himself sometimes; so he had killed Remus Lupin! Had he not been craving the man's death for a long time?
That was true, he wanted the man to die but why was he so broken up about it? Harry allowed himself to sort through his feelings and thoughts; he was upset because he believed that taking a life was wrong and while he generally subscribed to the belief it did not apply to Lupin.
Was it the left over shreds of the Light's conditioning? No doubt it was. Frustration and anger boiled in him, frothing over and spilling into his body; why should he feel bad for killing a man that had never been there for him? Why should he be upset about killing a coward?
He shouldn't, he should be relieved that Lupin was gone and could no longer interfere with him or his Lord's plans. The coward never did anything to make Harry's life better even when the wolf inside Remus must have smelled the blood on Harry from his uncle's beatings, the scent of abuse if you will, when he met him on the train before third year.
Harry was sure he did but instead of extending a hand to help Harry Remus turned his back on him with the lame excuse that Dumbledore would never allow Harry to be hurt. Hah, really? That belief was laughable to the extreme; so giving the wolf the benefit of the doubt why had he not stepped forward to help Harry train?
Why did Harry have to convince the man to teach him the Patronus Charm? It seemed that Remus only helped him when he almost begged or when the Headmaster suggested it. Remus Lupin was no friend to Harry, the bastard was the old man's lap dog and just like all dogs that have outlived their use he was put down.
In honesty Harry had not meant to kill Lupin. No, he wanted to make him suffer and then turn the coward over to Fenrir. It was Lupin after all that spread the vicious rumors about Fenrir when he turned Lupin, allowing Dumbledore to leak the lies about Greyback to the public.
Remus was turned young by Fenrir, a mistake even Greyback could admit to, but the young Lupin boy begged to be turned. Greyback truly believed Remus wanted to be turned, really wanted to join his pack and live with him as his pup.
However, when Remus realized what his life would be like after he was bitten the young boy freaked out and ran home; spinning lies to his parents about Fenrir being a rabid beast. No one listened to Fenrir as the wizarding world as a whole was ready to believe the worst of Werewolves; a fact that disgusted Harry to the bone.
To this day the stigma of a beast followed Fenrir, even if it was the furthest thing from the truth. For years Greyback tried to speak to Remus, to explain why he did what he did and apologize for giving into the young man's pleas to be turned.
The elder wolf could never get close to Lupin and throughout the years Greyback's good will and patience turned to anger and hate for the boy he turned. Harry fully intended to give Fenrir the honor of pushing Remus out of the world of the living but Harry's emotions got the better of him and well that was all she wrote.
Harry was feeling better now that he rationalized what he did and why he did it; he lost control but he was not feeling the same level of grief and guilt he was feeling not even a couple days before. It was thanks to Voldemort, Draco, Lucius and Severus' words that snapped him out of his fugue of self-depression.
It was nice to have people around him that understood why he did what he did and were not making him feel guilty for his actions; something that never happened when he was fighting for the Light. Whenever he did something Granger, Weasely or anyone in the Order found bad, or as the called it Dark, he was made to feel guilty.
It was refreshing to Harry, he could make mistakes here and his makeshift family would forgive him and listen to why he did what he did. They would not condemn him with guilt and sentence him to self-loathing for weeks. A smile broke out on Harry's face, deciding he spent enough time in his room he rose to search out his father figure for a chat.
He missed the red eyed man's confident and cool demeanor, it tempered his fiery and outspoken demeanor, much like Draco did. Searching for the Dark Lord was not hard the man was almost always in his study, doing something related to their cause and as he guessed Voldemort was sitting at his desk looking deep in thought and slightly troubled when Harry walked into the warm room.
He felt himself tense, Voldemort almost never showed he was troubled by anything so in turn whatever was on his surrogate father's mind must be something very heavy. Harry walked forward and slipped into the squashy chair in front of the Dark Lord's desk.
He waited until the man's blood red eyes cleared of the haze signaling deep thought and patiently waited for Voldemort to speak. When those crimson eyes met his Harry felt like his whole world was about to changed, be flipped upside down and shaken. Breathing deep to assuage his nerves Harry smiled at his Lord; "Is there something the matter?"
The Dark Lord looked hard at Harry, measuring him and seeming searching for something at the same time. Apparently Voldemort found it with a curt nod the formidable man began to speak; "Harry when I came to our parent's home to kill you when you were a baby and the Killing Cruse backfired onto me it caused me to leave something behind.
Something I had no intention of leaving or giving to you; this was a piece of my soul. The reason we can communicate mentally, why you can feel my extreme emotions id because there is a piece of my soul embedded in you. That scar is indeed the shattered piece of my wayward soul."
Harry felt like the world somehow made more sense, for years he wanted to know why Voldemort and he were so intrinsically connected but no one could give him an adequate explanation. While he was not thrilled to have a piece of the Dark Lord's soul fluttering around in him he was pleased that it gave him the answers he pondered since he came into contact with Quirrel in first year.
Raising his emerald gaze he met the unsettled red of his father figure. It hit Harry then that Voldemort was waiting for Harry to be angry, to yell, scream or run away in rage but Harry changed from the impetuous child he once was and calmly met his Lord's eyes.
"My Lord it makes a lot of sense to me. Why we are so linked. Why we feel each other's strongest emotions and sometimes see what the other sees. It also explains why I can speak Parseltongue; when your soul intermingled with mine some of your traits and powers melded to mine."
"From what I know no other Potter has been a Parselmouth so it has to be from the exposure to your Horcrux. I'm not angry about this, if anything I'm relieved; I have been wondering for years why we are linked so closely together. Why I can speak to snakes when none my past family could. This answers so much for me but why are you telling me this now?"
The Dark Lord leaned back in his large chair, pinning Harry with a sharp gaze and this look made Harry nervous. This was the bit of information that Harry would find upsetting and the Dark Lord knew it; "I'm telling you this because you being my Horcrux is the reason Dumbledore wanted you to face me.
Yes, Harry you are what is called a Horcrux, a soul piece carrier. But back to the subject at hand, Dumbledore wanted you to face me as I would kill the soul piece in you before you killed me, allowing me to die. However, other things would have to happen for me to die.
I do not give you thin information lightly Harry, I hope you know the consequences of it becoming known to anyone but myself and you. I have other Horcruxes that tie me to this world even if my body is destroyed, it is the reason I did not die when the curse rebounded on me.
I will not go into detail about my Horcruxes or where they are, I will only tell you that they are safe. Dumbledore no doubt knows about them if he was planning to throw you in front of me, I imagine the old coot would have found it amusing for me to kill my own means of immortality.
It is just another level in which Dumbledore has used you, moved you around like a good little pawn without giving you the information you need to make the right choices and decisions. Now, as my Horcrux nothing much will change for you. You will still train as you have been, be educated as you have been and do all the same things as before but I must ask that you are careful.
I cannot afford to lose another Horcrux and I know I cannot lock you up somewhere like a piece of furniture but I must ask that you are careful with your health and life." Harry was stunned, he was a soul carrier for the Dark Lord, but that was not the part that stunned and at the same time angered him.
The part that angered him was that Dumbledore knew what Harry was this whole time and NEVER told him about it! Never had the old fucking son of a bitch mentioned Horcruxes or soul pieces! That shit giggling fucktard just let Harry continue living not having a clue as to what he was or why he was the one to face Voldemort.
Was the prophecy even real or was it something Dumbledore created? No, the prophecy was real but how far did Dumbledore go to make the prophecy come to pass? That was the most sickening thing about this; Dumbledore was behind everything that was fucked up in Harry's life! Breathing deeply Harry refocused on what was going on right now; he would curse Dumbledore later.
How did he feel about what the Dark Lord just told him? Well he was alright with being a Horcrux as it did not seem to be something either of them could change at the moment. As for staying safe and not taking unnecessary risks due to his Horcrux status, he was okay wit that; Harry was done with risking his sin for no good reason.
The fact that Voldemort did not even try to lock him away where no one could hurt him and in turn his soul piece just went to show how much the crimson eyed man cared for Harry and wanted him to be a part of his plans. It was a huge departure form how it was with the Light, another reason why the raven was happy to be where he was.
"My Lord I will not risk your soul. I will keep it safe in me and hope that it won't be damages or destroyed in the war but I can't make any promises. Both of us will have to fight in the coming battles and I may not survive but I will do everything I can to keep myself and your soul safe."
Voldemort looked at Harry with something that looked like pride in his eyes; "Thank you Harry. I know you will do your best to keep my soul shard safe until I can think of a way to remove it from you. You truly have matured during your time here and I am proud of the steps you have taken to become the man you are now."
Harry's heart swelled; Voldemort was proud of him, was telling him! He knew the older male cared for him but he never dreamed that the Dark Lord would tell him. Smiling brightly Harry stood to make his way over to his father figure once he was around the large desk the green eyed male wrapped his arms around Voldemort's shoulders and squeezed.
He laughed lightly when he felt Voldemort stiffen and pat his back awkwardly before Harry let go. Giving the Dark Lord a blinding smile Harry turned and practically skipped out of the office; he would think about what Dumbledore had done to him later, right now he wanted to bask in the hard won praise of his surrogate dad.
!POV CHANGE!
Dumbledore paced his office trying to figure out how everything had gone to hell! Only a few months ago he had Harry securely under his thumb and playing into his manipulations; now the boy was actively working against him and their cause.
Damn Sirius! If the man had just listened to him and not raced off to the DOM and his eventual death none of this would have happened and Harry would still be his little puppet to command as he saw fit.
Not only had he lost Sirius, a capable and powerful wizard, Dumbledore could not find Remus Lupin anywhere. The man seemed to have disappeared; the only thing he knew was that Remus mentioned an important meeting he needed to attend.
That was the only clue he could gather from Tonks; the woman seemed to want to say more but was unable to for whatever reason. After Remus' disappearance and Tonks' strange demeanor Dumbledore ordered that none of the Order was to go out alone, all patrols and missions would be carried out with a partner.
No more secret meetings were to be hold, if a member was to meet with someone they would inform someone of their whereabouts and who they were meeting with. It disturbed him that Lupin just up and vanished, something told him that it was Voldemort's doing but he had no proof just his instincts.
And if Voldemort was behind Remus' sudden vanishing that meant Harry was too. If only he could get the boy away from Malfoy and the Dark but without any proof of wrongdoing Dumbledore was at an impasse. Not even Amelia Bones would act in his favor regarding bringing Harry back.
No laws were violated when Harry claimed his emancipation or his seats; not even naming Lucius Malfoy went against any laws as they completed the paperwork at Gringotts. No one could conduct a binding agreement at the goblin bank if they were under any spells or potions; the goblins would not allow it.
He was truly running out of options to reclaim his weapon; the boy had not even returned to Hogwarts for school. Making Ronald Weasely a useless tool now; thinking of the useless youngest Weasely male made him think of another missing teen, Hermione Granger.
The muggleborn menace know-it-all seemed to have up and left without a trace as well. Though her disappearance was during the summer, her parents explained that she went to the library and simply never came home. The aged Headmaster knew it probably had something to do with the Dark but it could also have been random muggle violence too.
While Granger's disappearance was troubling it would not affect much in terms of his plans; the girl was simply a means to control and guide Harry down the path Dumbledore laid out for him. Now that the boy who lived was not at Hogwarts Granger's role would have been nonexistent.
Sighing the revered Headmaster looked out the window, taking in the sight of the grounds of Hogwarts. He watched the young children walk around and he wondered if they knew what was coming? Did they know that soon a war would be waged? Probably not as that was the folly of youth; the ability to ignore what one did not want to see.
Casting his twinkling blue eyes he stopped and watched the Malfoy heir carefully; oh he knew where Harry was. IT was the only place that made an ounce of sense; Harry was being kept at Malfoy Manor. The very Manor they believed the Dark Lord to be using as his base.
However, as much as Dumbledore believed the Manor was the Dark's base he was no closer to having it raided then he was on getting Harry back. Since the boy took up his seats and titles the Wizengamot majority swayed in favor of the Dark and Neutral families making any chance of Dumbledore using his weight to order a raid nonexistent.
Not to mention with Lucius' new weight cutting corners and making underhanded suggestions against the Malfoy family was not an option. Too many people feared or respected Lucius Malfoy to go against him. This did not sit well with Dumbledore but what could he do?
Tailing and spying on Draco did not return anything of note; the boy was too clever for that. Short of forcing Veritaserum down the boy's gullet Dumbledore could only resign himself to watch and wait. It unsettled him greatly, this waiting game.
Too many things were changing; the Wizengamot was slipping out of his control, even the Ministry was becoming hostile towards him. What could have changed to make it so? Yes, Harry's little article could explain some of their animosity but Albus had cleared that up.
No, something or someone was poisoning people against him and they were doing it quite inconspicuously to boot. Growling the Headmaster took back up his pacing; soon he would not have the weight of the Ministry or the Wizengamot behind him, which would make things harder.
Hogwarts was still firmly in his grasp as Harry did not attend the last Board of Governors meeting, even though Lucius was the boy's guardian he could not vote for him so nothing changed during the last meeting. But the next meeting was coming soon, tomorrow in fact and he would no doubt face Harry Potter once again.
What would happen this time? Would they find a way to oust him as Headmaster? The thought was ludicrous, who else would vote for that? Even the ones who did not like him knew he kept the school safe from Voldemort and his Death Eaters but with Harry on his side a sure thing was no longer guaranteed, namely his position as Headmaster.
Fawkes trilled, brining Albus' attention to the fire bird; "What do you want?" Dumbledore had no illusions to Fawkes' true allegiance, the damn bird abandoned him years ago once Albus began to manipulate and meddle in the lives' of others, most of the time for his own gain and the involved parties' downfall.
Fawkes was a creature based in neutrality, neither good nor evil but Phoenixes' had minds of their own. They could easily side with a dark wizard as a light one, it was based on the bond between the wizard and its familiar. Dumbledore broke their bond when he returned the boy to the Dursley's home after first year.
The bloody bird could not abide Dumbledore's callous actions toward the Potter boy and severed their once strong bond. It hurt Dumbledore, it did, but it was for the Greater Good and if he had to lose his once close familiar then he would.
But he could not risk the bird escaping to aid his enemies, thus Fawkes was chained to his pedestal in the Headmaster's office. No one knew of the illegal warding around the perch and he planned to keep it that way. No one could know that the Light's symbol abandoned its master.
That the warding used around the cage was illegal was a given, Phoenixes' could flash through most wards without an issue or setting off the alarms. To combat that only the strongest blood wards would hold a Phoenix if it did not want to stay. Dumbledore had done just that to keep Fawkes with him and would not release the fire bird until this whole mess was cleared up and the Light rose victorious.
There was no other way for things to end in Dumbledore's mind, he could not fathom that he would be or could be misplaced in his beliefs or actions. The Headmaster truly believed he was right and in by being so things had to work out for him and his followers.
The fact that Harry Potter was no longer on his side bothered him but it would not stop Dumbledore from attaining his victory. No, this was just a setback, a setback he could deal with and overcome in the near future. He just needed to regain control of Harry and his money.
The only problem was that bringing Harry back was next to impossible; the boy never left Malfoy Manor from what he knew. The only time Dumbledore saw Harry was at the Wizengamot meeting and that had not ended well for the Headmaster. He had been humiliated in front of the entire governing body by that impudent little brat.
Though the brat did look better when Dumbledore laid eyes on him and that angered him even more. All the years of work to make Harry weak and easily guided were thrown to hell by the boy's willful actions! Did Harry not see that it was for the greater good of them all that he suffered?
The boy was selfish! Yes, Vernon Dursley went a little overboard this past summer but Dumbledore monitored the boy's health. He would not have let Harry die just like that, not when he needed the boy to face Voldemort. While Dumbledore knew the boy's health was bad he knew it was not life threatening, at least he did not think so.
Evidently Harry thought otherwise and left Number Four before the Order could stop him or even realize that Harry left. By the time they realized something was a miss Harry was gone with no way to trace him as he was obviously behind strong wards.
The boy was still behind those wards with little hope of pulling him out. His inability to seize Harry also brought up several other issues; who would destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes and the Horcrux inside of Harry? While Dumbledore had no issue with destroying Tom Riddle's Horcruxes he had no desire to kill the soul piece in Harry.
The Headmaster did not like to get his hands dirty unless he had to and in this case he shied away from it. What would the wizarding world think of him if he cast the Avada at Harry? They would think him a monster; the Light's leader using an unforgiveable was well...unforgiveable.
A knock at his door drew him out of musings, calling for them to come in Albus turned to smile upon his second in command, Minerva McGonagall; "Ah Minerva what can I do for you?" The strict witch smiled thinly at him before launching into another complaint about the fighting between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Sitting behind his desk Dumbledore wondered when the little snakes would just leave the school and join their families on the Dark. However, this thought did not show on his face as it was in its customary grandfatherly expression as Minerva vented her frustrations.
Once again this chapter got away from me! Okay so next chapter will be Harry going to Hogwarts for the Governors meeting.
Also, this is one of the last chapters but I am undecided on how to finish this story; should I have them fight it out? Or should I have it so Dumbledore is relegated to obscurity?
Only time will tell lovelies; Stay tuned!
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Harry's POV this chapter. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.
Previously:
The Headmaster did not like to get his hands dirty unless he had to and in this case he shied away from it. What would the wizarding world think of him if he cast the Avada at Harry? They would think him a monster; the Light's leader using an unforgiveable was well...unforgiveable.
A knock at his door drew him out of musings, calling for them to come in Albus turned to smile upon his second in command, Minerva McGonagall; "Ah Minerva what can I do for you?" The strict witch smiled thinly at him before launching into another complaint about the fighting between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Sitting behind his desk Dumbledore wondered when the little snakes would just leave the school and join their families on the Dark. However, this thought did not show on his face as it was in its customary grandfatherly expression as Minerva vented her frustrations.
~~~~~~*********Chapter 18*********~~~~~~
Harry was pleased with himself; the meeting at Hogwarts had gone amazingly well. They were not able to dethrone Dumbledore but they had succeeded in getting most their changes passed.
The only reason Dumbledore was still in power as headmaster was due to the way seats were counted in the Board of Governors; every family only had one vote as opposed to the Wizengamot where a family could have four or five depending on their family.
However, all change did not occur in a day and the changes made would complement the changes they were pushing through in the Wizengamot. A class on introducing muggleborns to the wizarding world would be compulsory even though the Ministry would be identifying muggleborns earlier they wanted to make sure each child new to the magical world was informed of their new world and the responsibilities that came with their entrance into it.
The next step was to completely overhaul muggle studies, breaking it into two parts; the first part was compulsory class during first year where pure-bloods and magical raised half-bloods were introduced to the muggle world, not toasters and the other nonsense they were teaching now.
The magical children would be taught about cell phones, planes and other technology possessed by muggles. It would ensure that magical people did not stick out when they ventured out into the muggle world. Not to mention a small course on muggle fashion would be introduced to aid in the wizard in fitting in.
The next part of the overhaul for muggle studies would not be compulsory and offered in sixth year; the class would go through seventh as an elective much like Runes was.
This class would be offered to those wanting to work closely with muggles in a Ministry position; muggle liaison to the Prime Minister for example. The reason the Dark wanted these changes was not only to educate ignorant muggleborns but also to dull the hatred felt by pure-bloods toward muggleborn wizards.
It was truly ridiculous in this day and age that blood mattered at all; all that mattered was intelligence, the will to succeed and better their world. Muggleborn, half-blood or pure-blood they were all magical and owed it to their world's survival to get along with each other.
One of the things Harry pushed hard for was to change the requirements to teach at Hogwarts or he should say enforce the requirements. Since Dumbledore began as Headmaster he had ignored the standards stating that each professor had to have a mastery in the subject they were teaching.
Hagrid, for example, did not have mastery in Care of Magical Creatures or any mastery that Harry knew of. Why was this man who was obviously under qualified allowed to teach their children? Another example was Lupin; while the man was gifted in DADA he had no mastery backing him up.
Harry put these examples forward and not surprisingly most of the Board members agreed with him. Why wouldn't they? At the end of the day the Board's job was to provide the students of Hogwarts with the best possible education not allow the Headmaster to give jobs out to his loyal lackeys.
With a smile on his face the young Lord of House Potter and Black strode out of the meeting room and into the halls of Hogwarts, his emerald eyes sweeping around the hallowed halls that he used to consider his home. He truly loved this place and wanted it to shine like it once did, before Dumbledore came and ruined it with his pandering.
Lucius stayed close to him, as did several other Lords that were allied to them, ensuring nothing happened to him. It pleased him that so many cared what happened to him if only to avoid the wrath of the Dark Lord; the crimson eyed man would not be pleased if his apprentice was hurt.
Dumbledore did try to speak to him but Harry met him with nothing but silence and a baleful glance. He had nothing to say to the man, probably never would again, Harry knew that Dumbledore would never express remorse for what he did to Harry; no the aged delusional idiot was convinced he did nothing wrong, it was all for the greater good.
That was all well and good but Harry could never buy into it; that the ends justified the means. Yes, he was aligned with a ruthless side but Voldemort never threw his people into battle as mere cannon fodder, every Death Eater was valued for their skill and intelligence.
Never would the Dark Lord treat his people as mere pawns to be slaughtered to pave the way for his victory. And every Death Eater was aware of the dangers they were facing when they went into battle, what and who they could be facing was made known and a plan hatched to make sure they were victorious or at least lived.
Dumbledore just led you around by the nose, throwing you into impossible situations without a care to your wellbeing or safety. While that was okay with Harry when it came to his education he did not agree with it when it came to life and death situations.
The gates of Hogwarts came into focus and Harry was relieved to know that soon he would be back at Malfoy Manor, back behind wards that kept him hidden and safe. Harry knew that most of the wizarding world knew where he was but the fact that they had no means to get to him reassured Harry greatly.
He would never side with the Light even if the kidnapped him away from the Manor so their efforts to reclaim him would be useless. He despised Dumbledore and his cronies too much to even listen to their attempts at convincing him to rejoin them.
Lucius wrapping an arm around him brought him back to the present, holding the tall blonde just as tightly Harry gritted his teeth at the feel of apparition. They landed with a light crack in the receiving room only to be met by an angry Dark Lord and a following just as displeased Severus.
Harry was quick to pick up their dark moods and wanted to know why they looked so displeased; "What's the matter my Lord, Severus?" It was Voldemort who spoke and his voice was strained in the Dark Lord's attempt to control his anger; "Avery, Nott and Mulciber were attacked while they were conducting their mission to meet with the giants."
Harry stepped forward, wanting to try and calm his Lord but a little nervous to try, in the end he decided to talk to Severus while Voldemort calmed himself. "Severus, how are they?" The stoic man sighed uncharacteristically; "They will live but they took a lot of damage; apparently they were ambushed and before they could get their shields up several cutting hexes were thrown.
I have stabilized them, closed and cleaned their wounds but they have lost a lot of blood. The worst off is Avery and he will take two to three days to recover enough to move about while the others will take a day before they can be out of bed. All will be on Blood Replenishing potion until tomorrow morning.
We are fortunate the idiots only used simple cutting hexes nothing Dark; if it was Dark magic used I do not know if I could have healed Avery in time." Harry listened, as did Lucius, when Severus was done the blonde stepped forward to hold his taller lover.
A huff was heard followed by Lucius' scolding tone; "Severus, you've exhausted yourself! My Lord may I take Severus to our rooms so he can rest for a while?" Voldemort snapped a curt nod back to Lucius, allowing him to tend to his lover; Lucius did not waste time and quickly led Severus away so he could regain his strength and magic after overusing his abilities.
Voldemort's deep voice cut through Harry's ears; "We have to do something about this; they have begun to pick up their attacks on us and I will not sit by while my Death Eaters are picked off. If only I knew where they were hiding..."
It hit Harry like a ton of bricks but would Dumbledore truly be that stupid? He answered himself quickly; yes, Dumbledore was an arrogant arse who believed himself better than everyone. Harry was not sure if what he was thinking was possible but he knew of one man who would, the agitated deadly man next to him.
"My Lord the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was housed in one the Black properties, I am still under the Fidelius Charm's effects but I do own the property.
What I want to know is there a way for me to break a Fidelius placed on a home that did not belong to the one who cast the charm?" The Dark Lord looked hard at him; "Do you mean to tell me that they used a house you own as their headquarters and you knew it was possible they were still using it?"
Harry felt his father figure's words hit him hard; he hadn't really thought about it until now. There were so many other things he had to deal with and it just slipped away from him but he realized it now; "Indeed My Lord and I apologize for not telling you sooner. It really did just dawn on me."
The Dark Lord still looked angry but nodded curtly before he began to pace; "While Severus cannot violate the Fidelius Charm because he is not the Secret Keeper or the rightful owner of the property you can Harry.
What you would need to do is return to the property in question and tap into the wards around the house not the wards put up by the Fidelius; even if a house in under Fidelius the true owner can see it, that owner being you.
Once you tap into the wards of the home you will essentially inject your magic into them, claiming your home as yours once again. All other added wards not of your own blood or family's blood will be destroyed, leaving the house exposed to attack."
Harry was taking all this in and nodded once it was all digested; "And once I have the ward down we can trap them in with anti-floo, portkey and apparition wards. They will be sitting ducks for slaughter." Voldemort smiled a feral smile; "They will and I will enjoy decimating Dumbledore's little Phoenixes."
A high shriek of laughter left the Dark Lord before he collected himself; Harry understood their victory was so close, closer than it had ever been. Without the bulk of the Order Dumbledore would be weakened greatly, add that into his loss of control in the Wizengamot and his weakening grip at Hogwarts and Dumbledore was almost at his end.
Soon they would rise and recreate the world as it should be, but there was still work to be done and Harry was looking quite forward to tearing the Order to shreds; he would of course have to warn Fred and George so they could get out of the way.
A thought crept into Harry's mind and he voiced his worry; "My Lord, you said the house would recognize my blood. But I'm not of Black blood; at least I don't think I am. Also, how will the house know I'm the rightful owner and Lord of the House of Black?"
Voldemort looked thoughtful; "From what I remember about my time at Hogwarts your grandfather, Charlus Potter, married Dorea Nigella Black after they graduated Hogwarts. So you do have Black blood in your veins, it is just not as strong as Draco's as his mother was a Black.
The house will know you as its master by ancient magic; when Sirius made you his heir did he do any odd rituals or ceremonies that involved blood?" Harry thought about it and clearly recalled Sirius asking for his blood before fifth year began.
When he asked why his godfather wanted his blood Sirius told him it was just in case something happened to him Harry would be taken care of; "He did, so that blood he took from me was used in a ritual to make me the Black heir?"
The Dark Lord nodded; "Yes, however for the ritual to have worked you would have had to give you blood willingly, which you obviously did, but you would have also had to ingest a potion that contained Sirius' blood as well as yours to make it binding."
Harry could not recall Sirius ever giving him a potion but then again the man was a Marauder he probably slipped it to Harry some way or another. "So essentially that ritual potion made me the Black heir and when Sirius passed away and I took on the title of Lord Black ancient magic shifted the wards of the Black homes to me."
It was statement and a question, thankfully the Dark Lord answered him; "Yes, so now do you understand why the house will be seen by you regardless of Fidelius? The wards of the house will recognize you as its rightful master not Dumbledore and all magic performed by Dumbledore, warding or otherwise, will be nullified."
Harry nodded, feeling better now that he understood why he could see the house and break the charm placed on it. He also figured the reason he could not say the house was a quirk to the Fidelius but he was not concerned about it.
Harry knew where the house was and if he did not he could always look it up in the register of Black family holdings. Questions answered Harry allowed another smirk to grace his face; in a few days' time the Order would fall and they would rise closer to seizing the wizarding world.
I took liberties with Harry's grandparents but they are real HP characters, they just might not Harry's grandparents.
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Harry's POV this chapter and more plot. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.
Previously:
It was statement and a question, thankfully the Dark Lord answered him; "Yes, so now do you understand why the house will be seen by you regardless of Fidelius? The wards of the house will recognize you as its rightful master not Dumbledore and all magic performed by Dumbledore, warding or otherwise, will be nullified."
Harry nodded, feeling better now that he understood why he could see the house and break the charm placed on it. He also figured the reason he could not say the house was a quirk to the Fidelius but he was not concerned about it.
Harry knew where the house was and if he did not he could always look it up in the register of Black family holdings. Questions answered Harry allowed another smirk to grace his face; in a few days' time the Order would fall and they would rise closer to seizing the wizarding world.
~~~~~~*********Chapter 19*********~~~~~~
The siege of the Order headquarters was being planned with the Inner Circle which Harry was now considered a part of; even though the Dark Lord refused to mark him. Harry willingly offered to bear his Lord's mark but Voldemort said he was more than a simple Death Eater to him.
Hearing the Dark Lord say he was worth more than his right hand Lucius Malfoy or Severus Snape was something Harry would remember for the rest of his days. HE mattered hear and even if he should have known it by now it was still shocking to hear it.
The Dursley's cruelty and verbal abuse seemed to have done more damage than he could even know, even with the constant validation of his worth and skills Harry was still not fully convinced of his value.
Plus it wasn't like his past friends or mentors went out of their way to praise him; no they went out of their way to criticize him before they added a throw away compliment. Lupin had praised him for the Patronus but not all that much and from what he understood conjuring a Patronus at thirteen was monumental worthy of more recognition then he received.
Yes, Harry was spiteful about it but he had a right to be. While others were patted on the head for performing Accio he was ignored with only the slimmest of acknowledgement paid to him, as if by validating him it pained them to do it.
Like if Harry had any self-worth he would realize he was worth more than what they gave him. Funny enough if he was never sent back to the Dursley's home he would have continued serving the Light despite his former friends and Dumbledore's manipulations.
He would have continued fighting against Voldemort's terror and murderous intent; that was what he believed at the time until he came to Malfoy Manor on death's doorstep. Death, it seemed, was not meant for him that night. No, gaining his health back, stabilizing his wavering sanity and gaining something as close to a family as he would ever have, was meant for him.
Voldemort was the one to thank for that and Harry was grateful to the man. Harry was also grateful to Lucius, Severus and Rodulphus; each man trained him, nurtured him and cared for him in their own way.
Even Bellatrix had taken an interest in him, coming to watch and provide tips to the green eyed teen when he trained with Rodulphus. She was unstable but Harry realized it was mostly a product of Azkaban; sometimes Bellatrix would be coherent, pleasant, the shining example of pure-blooded aristocracy.
Other times she would be manic, pacing around the room, rambling about the Dark Lord's plans under her breath. Those were the nights she would disappear into the dungeons and would not be seen for the rest of the evening.
Harry wanted to hate the woman he did, she killed Sirius after all but he could not. Bellatrix did apologize for taking away his godfather away from him; she did not however apologize for killing the man.
In all respects Sirius' death was a result of war and Harry had to accept that people he was close to would die, that was the nature of the circumstances they were in. This fact did not please him and he would do all he could to protect the people he considered precious to him so they could enjoy this new wizarding world they were creating.
The next step in easing the creation of the world they wanted was raiding the Order's headquarters. It always astounded him when he watched the Dark Lord and his Inner Circle plan an attack; they were so detailed in their strategy, forming countless plans upon backup plans to ensure they were successful with the least amount of life lost to them.
Harry would be attending the raid but only to remove Dumbledore's Fidelius; Voldemort would not risk Harry just yet, especially since Harry was the crimson eyed man's treasured Horcrux. The Dark Lord knew Harry was skilled but he also did not want to put the green eyed teen in the position to see and battle against his past allies.
As loathe as Harry was to admit he was not ready to face them in in battle; his father figure assured him that Harry would participate in the final fight between their two sides. Until then the ex-Gryffindor was to train hard and learn as much as he could until that time.
How the Dark Lord would know when he was ready Harry did not know but he trusted the older man judgment and his assessment of Harry's skills. If the Dark Lord said he was not ready then Harry was not ready and since Voldemort never kept him out of the loop or went out of his way to hide information from Harry he trusted the crimson eyed man's judgment.
Once Harry ripped through Dumbledore's wards other Death Eaters would be ready to erect wards that stopped any means of escape open to the Order members. The Inner Circle was quite looking forward to destroying the meddlesome fools and Harry could not blame them.
Over the past few weeks the Headmaster's drones had taken to ambushing suspected Death Eaters and Dark sympathizers, attacking them mercilessly. Luckily all of the people attacked were able to get away, some with serious wounds, since the Order members did not use the Killing curse or the darker cutting curses.
The green eyed teen was pleased that during these altercations most of the attacked victims were able to retaliate; most of the ambushed people were able to fire off a few curses, all of which were dark and would not be healed easily. No doubt Madam Pomfrey would have her work cut out for her.
Madam Pomfrey, Harry did not think of her often but when he did his anger rose. All those years the Medi-Witch scanned him and never once did she mention anything about Harry's deplorable condition.
No doubt she was aware of his living arrangements over the summer and was not surprised when Harry turned up malnourished and broken. Another one of Dumbledore's sycophants, letting the esteemed altruistic Headmaster get away with whatever he wanted to no matter who he hurt in the process.
Hitler that was who Dumbledore was like. Modeling their magical world after what he considered to be right and true. So what if he pushed the Dark families and magical creatures to extinction or exile? What was the problem if he was systematically destroying the wizarding world?
It was for the greater good so it was okay no matter the cost. The greater good; it made Harry sick whenever he heard it. Voldemort was a cold hearted man but he acted in the best interest of their world and his supporters even if his methods were a bit questionable sometimes.
That was why it was so important to cut the support out from Dumbledore; first they had marginalized the Headmaster in the Wizengamot, second they neutralized him in Hogwarts and the last step was to demolish his little army of phoenixes.
Harry was happy he could help them with their goals even if he was not fighting with them. Once the wards stopping the Order's escape were in place the chosen Death Eaters would storm Number Twelve while Harry stayed outside with the Dark Lord under a Disillusionment Charm; they would observe the raid and take out any fleeing Order members.
The Disillusionment Charm would be used on Harry in place of his Invisibility cloak for two reasons; one reason was the cloak could come off if Harry was caught on anything while he was engaging the fleeing Order members. If the cloak slipped from him Harry would be exposed and possibly tangled in the cloak's fabric making it harder for him to evade spells being fired at him.
Secondly, in order to cast spells Harry would need to show his arm and wand from underneath the safety of the cloak, giving Order members a direct line of sight to his location; his Invisibility cloak was resistant against some spells but Harry did not want to push his luck.
The only drawback was that people could still see the spells being cast from his wand but he would have his full range of movement, unhindered by his cloak. It would have to do; all spells had drawbacks but the Disillusionment Charm was the best choice for their mission this time around.
Not to brag but Harry's Disillusionment Charm was nothing to underestimate according to the Dark Lord. It seemed the green eyed teen no longer needed a cloak to make himself invisible; that thought made him cackle mentally when he remembered Dumbledore saying something like it in first year.
Yes, his magic was growing and soon it would rival Dumbledore's. When he faced the old bastard he would do so as an equal, he would not be afraid of his former grandfather figure and mentor.
Harry would stand up for what he believed in, what he cared for and cast Dumbledore out, to his death or obscurity Harry was unsure but either way the man would be out of the way.
He smirked evilly just thinking about it. Soon Dumbledore would crumble and so would the Light, making it all the more easy for Voldemort to take greater control of the magical world of Britain. "What is so amusing Harry?" Lucius' smooth voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how easy it will be once the Order is dismantled. No one to assist Dumbledore, no more ambushes; it will be too simple to crush the remaining resistance and seize total control." Lucius and several Inner Circle members nodded, all wore similar looks of anticipation.
The anticipation was expected, some had been fighting for this for over thirty years and finally things were beginning to go their way. The Dark Lord looked blank as usual but Harry could see the flicker of excitement in his blood red eyes and he knew his father figure was thinking about future plans for their world.
Plans that Harry was proud to be a part of; soon he would be free to live his life as he wanted to in the open. He would be free and able to hold hands with Draco in public, become engaged and married to his love and bear their children; children that would thrive in this better world.
Soon the Dark Lord could step out of the shadows, out of people's nightmares and they could all see his Lord's greatness for themselves. Greatness not skewed by Dumbledore's lies and subterfuge, hopefully the sheep of the wizarding world would realize that Voldemort was not their enemy and only wanted what was best for them.
Harry was quite looking forward to the things that were to come and he would do whatever he could to make sure everything happened according to their plan. He owed the Dark Lord that much. Refocusing on the planning session Harry allowed himself to be immersed in the schemes being spun by Lucius.
So this chapter marks the beginning of the end for this fic; only 2-3 more chapters and we will be wrapped.
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: Harry's POV this chapter; not 100% percent pleased with this chapter but it is the best I can do. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.
Previously:
Plans that Harry was proud to be a part of; soon he would be free to live his life as he wanted to in the open. He would be free and able to hold hands with Draco in public, become engaged and married to his love and bear their children; children that would thrive in this better world.
Soon the Dark Lord could step out of the shadows, out of people's nightmares and they could all see his Lord's greatness for themselves. Greatness not skewed by Dumbledore's lies and subterfuge, hopefully the sheep of the wizarding world would realize that Voldemort was not their enemy and only wanted what was best for them.
Harry was quite looking forward to the things that were to come and he would do whatever he could to make sure everything happened according to their plan. He owed the Dark Lord that much. Refocusing on the planning session Harry allowed himself to be immersed in the schemes being spun by Lucius.
~~~~~~*********Chapter 20*********~~~~~~
Harry stood with the rest of the appointed Death Eaters in front all Number Twelve; he was the only one who could see it however. Severus would not be attending this raid; it would present too many problems if he was recognized.
Even after this raid Voldemort wanted Severus to return to the Order, or what remained of the Order, and spy. Harry learned that information was power in war; you did not need to be the strongest to win, if you knew what your enemy was doing you could plan and manipulate the circumstances, giving your side the best chances to win.
He cast his green eyes around, surveying the Disillusioned figured dressed in black robes and white masks; the Dark Lord stood to his right while Lucius stood at his left. Bellatrix, Rodulphus and Rabastan stood at their back, watching quietly but Harry could feel their excitement.
This was a moment every one of them had waited for, some for over twenty years in the case of Voldemort. Rookwood appeared next to Lucius under Disillusionment; "My Lord Severus informed me that Dumbledore has returned to Hogwarts."
The Dark Lord nodded while smirking sadistically and in an equally quiet voice spoke; "Harry I want you to approach the wards, you will feel them when you are close. Once you feel them reach out to you cut your palm and allow you blood to meet where the wards end.
You will feel the wards trying to wrap around you once they have grasped on speak these words; Sum Domine et nobilium, et domus antiqua, nigri relegant aliqua alia incantationibus aut innoxia verba superpositas domum istam. Sic fiat sic loquor.
Once you are done you will feel the wards fluctuate, almost like they are shaking off any charms placed by Dumbledore. When you feel that fluctuation end raise your uncut hand and we will begin to erect our wards to stop them from escaping."
Harry nodded and began to approach the boundary line, once he felt the wards reach for him he began to speak the words the Dark Lord told him to. It went quickly, as if the house was waiting for him to return to it. That thought brought a smile to his face even if no one could see it.
This was his home given to him by his godfather; no one had the right to keep it from him. To use it without his permission and tonight they would be eradicated like the vermin they were. Stepping back when the wards shifted Harry raised his hand and felt the wards being erected by Lucius and Rabastan.
Harry knew they would be impenetrable and he almost felt bad for the people inside that home; they chose to attack during the Hogwarts break. This guaranteed that many people would be inside Headquarters; apparently they had begun using the house as a safe house when Order members' homes were compromised.
The Weaselys would hopefully be inside well except for Fred and George; the twins avoided this place and their family like the plague. After they knew what their parents and siblings did to Harry the two identical red heads were disgusted but even through their disgusts they could not actively hurt their family.
Harry respected them for their conviction; he knew he would feel the same way if he was in their place. The Dark Lord stepped up beside him breaking him out of his thoughts; "Our wards are up and the Order remains unaware of what is happening outside at this very moment.
The only one who may know about the Fidelius being broken in Dumbledore and he has no way of getting inside to warn them. Now that the wards are only responding to you Dumbledore will be unable to act in any way to help them. It is truly a well-orchestrated plan." The green eyed male nodded his agreement and watched as Voldemort gave the signal to attack.
The black robed figures moved like wisps of shadows as they descended on Number Twelve; they would be able to pass through on Harry's authority since he was bonded to the wards now as Master of the House. Soon the first Death Eater breached the door, a scream of pain ripped through the air followed my maniacal cackling; Bella was enjoying herself it seemed.
He did not know how long he and his father figure stood outside in the cold, invisible to all but Harry knew where Voldemort was; he could feel the Dark Lord's magic radiating off of him. It made Harry smile when he felt the joy flowing through the dark magic and it made him happy that he played a part in handing his Lord such a victory.
He was brought out of his happy thoughts by the front door bursting open, allowing them to see a bleeding and crying Ronald Weasely dragging his whore of a sister out of the house. Harry stepped forward and non-verbally cast two powerful stunners at both of them; the useless spawn didn't even have a chance to react.
There was no worries about underage magic or a summons from the Ministry; Harry was emancipated now and could use his magic freely without recourse. Harry could feel the pride coming from his Lord as he watched his pupil cast his non-verbal spells so proficiently at his former friends.
Casting a quick nonverbal Accio Harry brought the two traitors to his feet, reaching into his robe pocket he tossed a portkey onto each of their chests and activated it. Soon the two youngest Weaselys were gone from his sight; Harry would visit them in the dungeons when he returned home so he could have nice chat with them.
It became routine whenever someone would try to escape from the front door they would either stun them and send them back to Malfoy Manor or Voldemort would kill them; most of the lower ranked Order members were killed as they would not have any useful information.
The back door of the house was being covered by Rookwood, who would be executing the same actions the two males in front of the house were. The screams were flooding through the air bringing muggles out to look and see where the commotion was coming from; they saw nothing Number Twelve was still not visible to muggle eyes.
Soon the now visible Death Eaters were leaving the house; some were levitating Order members behind them to take back to Malfoy Manor. Harry saw Bill Weasely was in pretty decent shape and was casting his sapphire blue eyes frantically around him.
Harry made no move to approach or reveal himself; he would have plenty of time to talk to Bill. William Arthur Weasely was a mystery to Harry and he wanted to talk to the eldest Weasely son and see where he stood, if he was willing to forgo fighting this war and swore to not interfere with the Dark Lord's plan Harry had no issue with offering him the same deal he did with the twins.
Shrugging Harry dropped his Disillusionment charm when only the Dark Lord and he remained at Number Twelve; "Harry we must go inside and secure your home. Until the war is over we must lock it down against any unwanted intruders."
"Of course my Lord." With these words the two men entered Harry's home and looked around, the house looked an absolute mess but that could be remedied; "Kreacher!" The ancient elf popped into view, bowing submissively to Harry and the Dark Lord.
"Master Black is home. Kreacher accepts Master Harry as his master now. What can Kreacher do for Master?" Harry smirked down at the elf, pleased by the sudden change in temperament; "Kreacher I want you to clean this place from top to bottom and keep it clean and ready until I return.
Also, no one is to enter here except for me. Do you understand?" The old elf nodded; "Yes, Master Black. Kreacher will clean and keep the house clean for Master." With a pop the elf disappeared to do whatever he needed to do, leaving Harry with Voldemort.
His Lord's voice brought his attention back to him; "Harry we need to lockdown the wards; it is quite easy now that the ward shave accepted you. Simply walk outside, walk to the end of the wards and reopen the wound in your hand,
Allow the blood to fall on boundary of the wards and speak these words, Nigra sum domum Domini sigillum nobilis et antiqua donec revertar in hoc habitaculo. Sanguis semel tantum in isto. Ita fiat ut locutus sum. Once you're done speaking the wards will once again respond to you, letting you know it is done.
The two men walked outside; the Dark Lord stepped back and allowed his charge to execute his orders. Harry went through the motions of once again tapping into the wards; it was quite easy to do for him now. It was a strange feeling to feel the wards as if they were apart of him; he felt it when the Death Eaters crossed past his wards.
It was strange but not unwelcome to the Lord of House Black; one day he would have to visit his other homes and open them up for habitation. Maybe he would sell the properties that were not ancestral homes; many Death Eaters lost their homes and would need places to stay once the war was won.
He would speak to Lucius about that later for now he wanted to get home to Draco; the blond was not pleased about being left behind tonight but he was not needed for this mission.
Harry knew he would have to do something sweet for his lover tonight to appease Draco's wounded pride. Well the sexy blonde was in luck, Harry's hormones were high; a result of the adrenaline of the mission and their success.
But first he and his Lord needed to return home and meet with the other Death Eaters to debrief each other on what happened and who was captured or killed. Harry could apparate on his own as the Ministry had no way to track underage apparition; "My Lord we should return to the Manor."
Voldemort hummed his agreement, with a jab of his wand the skull and serpent erupted from his Yew wand, highlighting the house in a sickening green light while the serpent slithered in and out of the skull in the sky. The two males disappeared into the night leaving the scene for the Ministry and Dumbledore to find.
Next Chapter the post-mortem on the mission and slash will be featured. I'm warning you the next few chapters may get a bit bloody so be warned!
Translations:
Sum Domine et nobilium, et domus antiqua, nigri relegant aliqua alia incantationibus aut innoxia verba superpositas domum istam. Sic fiat sic loquor. = I Lord of the noble and ancient house of black banish any other enchantments or spells placed upon this house. So I speak so mote it be.
Nigra sum domum Domini sigillum nobilis et antiqua donec revertar in hoc habitaculo. Sanguis semel tantum in isto. Ita fiat ut locutus sum. = I Lord of the Noble and Ancient House of Black seal this dwelling until I return. Only my blood will on this house once more. So I have spoken so mote it be.
All Mistakes Are My Own!
Author: HatefulRodeo
Story: Harbinger
Notes: THANKS TO ALL WHO FAV'D, FOLLOWED AND REVIEWED! I really can't tell you how much your support means to me! Enjoy Lovelies!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.
Previously:
He would speak to Lucius about that later for now he wanted to get home to Draco; the blond was not pleased about being left behind tonight but he was not needed for this mission.
Harry knew he would have to do something sweet for his lover tonight to appease Draco's wounded pride. Well the sexy blonde was in luck, Harry's hormones were high; a result of the adrenaline of the mission and their success.
But first he and his Lord needed to return home and meet with the other Death Eaters to debrief each other on what happened and who was captured or killed. Harry could apparate on his own as the Ministry had no way to track underage apparition; "My Lord we should return to the Manor."
Voldemort hummed his agreement, with a jab of his wand the skull and serpent erupted from his Yew wand, highlighting the house in a sickening green light while the serpent slithered in and out of the skull in the sky. The two males disappeared into the night leaving the scene for the Ministry and Dumbledore to find.
~~~~~~*********Chapter 21*********~~~~~~
Once Harry and the Dark Lord apparated back into the Manor they turned and quickly made their way to the ballroom; the Death Eaters present for the raid would gather there to give their reports and have their injuries, if there were any tended.
Walking inside Harry cast his eyes around the assembled group; all of the people assembled had taken off their heavy black robes and white masks. All the faces Harry could see had varying looks of victory and triumph on their faces, though some were grimacing slightly in discomfort.
Voldemort stepped forward and the Death Eaters formed a line to give their brief; "Well my loyal Death Eaters tell me how did it go?" Lucius was the first to step forward, Harry caught Severus and Draco slither into the room but they stayed out of the way until they were asked for.
The smooth voice of the Malfoy Lord cut through Harry's mind; "Well my Lord I personally was able to take out at three of the Order members, they will not be of any concern in the future. Also, I took Arthur Weasely captive for the purpose of interrogation.
The only injuries I received was a small cutting hex to my arm and a stinging hex to my back; my shield was not quick enough to cover me. However, from what I observed the Order members were not using Dark spells so the damage should be easily remedies by Severus potions and salves.
The plan went off without a hitch for the most part, several Order members were present; it was wise to attack over the holidays as many of the Order members cannot return home safely because of threat of being attacked by our forces. We did not kill any young children only stunned and bound them.
The same for any non-combative women or men; they were stunned and bound as well." When the blonde male was done he stepped back in line, prompting Bellatrix to step forward, maniacal grin plastered on her pretty face; "My Lord it was glorious! I Crucio'd that bitch Tonks until she could only drool and whimper; I think I may have shattered her voice.
Pity that but she will be of no threat to us. As Lucius was able to kill three I managed to kill two; I believe one was Molly Weasely and other was Diggle. I did not take any captives with me as I came across none that were worth the effort."
It went on in this vein until every Death Eater was done; once Rookwood stepped back Voldemort spoke; "You did well; I am pleased with your efforts. Dumbledore will not be aware of his Order's demise until they see the Dark Mark above Headquarters and even when he does he will unable to get inside due to the shutting down of the wards.
Lastly, anyone needing treatment see Severus and Draco who have graced us with their presence." Nods and murmurs of "Yes, My Lord" were heard as Lucius and the Lestrange brothers went to see the two males in the back. Harry smiled when he saw Severus wrap Lucius into his arms while murmuring something sweet into the blonde's ear.
Harry gazed at Draco, smiling to let his protective lover know he was okay and would speak to him in a moment. His father figure turned to his charge and murmured lowly; "So in one night we have killed eleven or captured three high ranked Order members, quite the good haul. Dumbledore will be askance trying to recruit competent people from this point on.
Also, the capture of Arthur and Bill Weasely as well as Kingsley Shacklebolt is quite a boon; they will know more than their fair share about the Order. I know you have a score to settle with the two you sent back; the two youngest Weasels but do you have any preference concerning the other three?"
Harry was taken aback by his Lord's consideration for him, thinking quickly he formulated his reply; "In regards to the elder Weaselys I would not be averse to questioning them under Veritaserum.
I would also like to know how much involvement they had in Dumbledore's manipulations; I know Molly, Ronald and Ginevra knew but I'm not sure about Arthur and Bill. Once we ascertain what they know we either have them take the oath Fred and George did or kill them; if they were involved in Dumbledore's manipulations of me they will die painfully.
As for Kingsley he has always tried to look out for me, even if he was thwarted by Dumbledore at every turn. I don't want him hurt either so I suppose the same treatment will be done for him as for the elder Weaselys. I will be saddened to have to kill any of them but it is necessary."
The Dark Lord nodded; "As you wish Harry but the others will not be satisfied with it. They want blood and they will not be satisfied until they have it." Oh Harry knew this for a fact and he had the perfect solution for it; "I'll give them Ginevra Weasely to sate their lusts.
Whichever they may be but I want Bellatrix to have her last. I want Ginny to be awake and coherent for whatever Bella wants to do with her. Also, before Bella gets to her prey I want to meet with Ginevra and see the pain and torment in her eyes." A dark smirk curled onto his Lord's think slips; "And there are truly no restrictions to what can be done to the Weasely girl?"
A smirk mirroring his father figure crossed Harry's face; "None, oh and have Ronald watch it all. I want him to see what is coming for him and I want Ron to know he is useless to stop it. That should break him some and I want him to beg for his death before I end his pitiful life."
The last few words were snarled and Harry felt the old edge of rage and madness rise up in him but it was quickly quelled when his father figure placed a hand on his slim shoulder and pressed against Harry's magic with his own, channeling calm and care into the overwhelming feeling of his Lord's magic.
Shaking his head to break himself out of his murderous thoughts Harry turned his face upward to look into those blood red eyes; "Thank you My Lord I lost myself to the past."
Voldemort smiled a sad smile which Harry knew was full of understanding; his Lord after all was just as abused and neglected as Harry was when he was younger. "It is quite alright Harry; I understand the pull of the past and the anger that comes with the remembrances. Now I want to be present when the Weaselys and Shacklebolt are questioned.
The eldest son, William is it, intrigues me; a curse breaker I don't think he's as Light as he wants us to believe." Harry nodded before turning to meet the assembled Death Eaters who were done getting their injuries tended to, this time Severus and Draco were with them.
"It has been decided that the Weaselys and Shacklebolt will be questioned intensely under Veritaserum by myself and Harry; Severus you will attend as well. Ronald Weasely is Harry's but Ginevra is yours to do as you see fit. However, Harry has asked the Ronald be in attendance to see his sister's torment and that he be sent for before Bellatrix gets her claws into the girl."
A cackle from Bella rang through the air followed by her excited chatter; "Yes, Yes I get to go last. I get to kill her, Crucio her until she can't breathe! It will be glorious." Harry watched as she glared at her assembled comrades; "Don't hurt her too badly; I want a bit of fight left in the little bitch before I break her completely."
Rookwood, Rabastan and Rodulphus smiled indulgently at the mad woman but agreed to her demands. Harry knew Lucius, Severus and Draco would not be participating in the torture; all three had no desire to waste time their time on the worthless girl.
That did not mean that Draco would not want to step in and have some fun with Ron when Harry got to him. The emerald eyed teen would allow it, his lover despised Ronald Weasely with his entire being and that hate had only festered when his blonde lover found out how Ronald had betrayed Harry.
Voldemort obviously dismissed them as Draco was now cupping Harry's cheek, bringing the raven out of his thoughts; "Hello love; I missed you." A deep rumbling chuckle was heard, causing Harry to look into those gorgeous grey eyes; "My my Harry you only saw me a few hours ago but I missed you as well."
Harry smiled a loving smile at his lover; "Now I think I have a bit of energy after all this excitement. Care to help me relieve the tension?" Draco did not respond verbally, the tall blonde grasped Harry's slender hand and gently began to guide them to Draco's large room; the room Harry had moved into when Draco came home foe holidays.
When the doors to their room were closed and warded with silencing charms and several protection charms the blonde took his smaller lover into his arms and peppered light kisses to the emerald eyes man's eyelids, cheeks and forehead while his hands gently stripped Harry of his robes and underwear.
Draco murmured a quick spell and Harry's boots were in the corner so the raven could step out of his lower garments. When Harry was nude before Draco the grey eyed male stepped back and admired every inch of his lover's slim form, turning him around so Draco could marvel and ogle Harry's firm and plump backside.
Gracefully dropping to his knees Draco cast two three spells in quick succession; he may not have non-verbal spells down like Harry but his wandless magic was on par with his raven haired lover's.
A cushioning charm shielded Draco's knees from discomfort while another stripped him of his clothes while the last cleansed Harry's anal cavity causing the green eyed teen to gasp and shudder at the slight burning feeling.
Smirking the blonde brought both of his large hands to Harry's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his lover's tight pink rosebud to his hungry eyes. Leaning forward Draco peeked his pink tongue past his lips and lavished his lover's tight hole with soft swipes of his tongue; he enjoyed the way his lover shuddered and squirmed under his ministrations.
Quickly losing his patience the eager blonde plunged his slick appendage deep inside his lover's tight passage, rolling and twisting his tongue so he tasted and massaged as much of his lover's inner walls as he could.
Merlin Harry tasted so damn good to him and the delightful mewls and whimpers his raven haired lover was making were stoking the blonde's arousal to an unbearable level. Continuing to ruthlessly plunder his lover's asshole with his questing Draco reached down and began to fist his leaking cock.
Feeling Harry's walls begin to shutter Draco withdrew his tongue, wanting to be inside his lover when he spilled his seed. Standing the taller male swept his slender almost boneless lover into his arms, enjoying the way Harry nuzzled against him.
Placing his precious burden on the bed Draco crawled on top of him, resting his weight on his knees and hands. Gazing into those lust blown emeralds Draco felt his heart swell; Salazar he adored Harry and tonight he would show his lover just how much.
Lowering his head they exchanged sweet soft kisses, nibbling on each other's lips and introducing their tongues fleetingly and teasingly, each caress of their wet appendages caused their pleasure to jump to another mind blowing level.
Pulling away Draco kissed his way to Harry's ear where he sucked on the plump lobe, enjoying Harry's soft whimper of bliss when Draco kept torturing on of his most sensitive spots; "Are you ready love?"
Harry turned toward Draco, effectively pulling his tormented ear away from Draco's sinful mouth; "Please Draco; can't wait, need you." Draco leaned forward to kiss his lover's smooth brow and murmured a few lubrication spells and a stretching spell; Harry arched into his body when he felt the slight burn of the stretching spell but moaned when the lubrication spell slicked his insides.
Realizing he couldn't wait any longer Draco wrapped his arms around his lover's back and turned so his slim lover was perched on his hips; "Ride me love, show me how much you want me." Harry regained his center of balance and rose up on his knees while reaching back and pumping Draco's length, spreading the lube out more evenly.
When Harry deemed Draco ready he lowered his prepared hole onto Draco's waiting cock; the feeling of Harry's tight heat encasing his erection while his thick length spread the raven's tight walls open was pure heaven. The blonde's intelligent mind was blank as Harry's plump bum met his slightly shaking hips.
Draco stayed still no matter how hard the pull to thrust up was; he wanted to give Harry the time to adjust to the large intrusion inside of him and he never wanted to hurt the love of his life in any way.
Finally, the smaller male rolled his slim hips and placed his slender hands on Draco's broad chest for leverage. The pace Harry set was slow and deep, taking Draco's cock as deep as he could; the blonde's hands grasped his lover's hips to help his lover slid up and down on his length.
The grey eyed male was enraptured by the sight of his gorgeous lover riding his arousal; Harry's eyes were shut, his head thrown back as his dark long hair spilled behind him like a curtain of night. His beautiful body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the firelight as he released little moans and mewls every time Draco's length sunk deep inside of his willing body.
This was what an angel looked like Draco was sure; his lover was an angel, a fallen angel for sure but an angel nonetheless. Clenching his hands a bit harder Draco thrust his hips upward a harder while pulling Harry's ass down harder, causing his length to sink further into his lover's ass.
A scream of Draco's name let him know he hit his little lover's prostate, smirking at his success the blonde began to thrust upward relentlessly, abusing that little bundle of nerves until Harry couldn't support his weight and his arms gave way and sent him falling into Draco's chest.
Placing a quick kiss to Harry's damp sweaty hair Draco shifted his hands so his strong arms wrapped around Harry's back and his hands rested on his lover's shoulders for leverage. Once he was set he bent his legs and dug his heels onto the bed and began to thrust hard and deep inside his lover's clenching walls.
Every inward stroke was punctuated by a jab to his lover's sensitive prostate while every outward thrust was highlighted with a roll of Draco's hips, allowing his length to rub and tease Harry's silken inner walls.
The sounds of Draco's names and Harry's sensual moans were mixing in with the feral grunts and gasps coming from Draco's mouth; mixed together it was a music to the blonde's ears, it was a gorgeous song of their passion and love for each other and this passion and love was being played out in the most sexual and primal of ways.
Harry's forehead was placed on Draco's chest, his breathing was labored and his hands were clenching the sheets; the blonde could tell the raven was close if the clenching of his hands and the fluttering of the emerald eyed man's inner walls was anything to go by.
Driving harder into his lover's tight passage Draco's hand moved from Harry's shoulder and slid in between their bodies, grasping the raven's cock in his hand the blonde began to pump his lover while he continued to thrust into Harry's ass, enjoying the cries of overwhelming pleasure his lover was now voicing to him.
Draco felt his lover's wall clench down around his cock like a vice and the grey eyed male felt his lover finally hit his orgasm with a strangled scream hot seed spattered and painted their bellies. Harry slumped against Draco's strong body, completely spent and boneless.
Harry's still tight walls were too much for the blonde and his release was pulled from his with two more deep thrusts. His seed exploded in pulses out of his rigid cock, filling his lover to the brim with his cum; Draco pumped his softening cock into Harry a few times, milking both of their orgasms to the maximum before he pulled out of his lover.
Harry hummed contentedly and slid off of Draco's sweaty body so he could lay be his side and snuggle into the crook of the blonde's neck. The taller male slipped an arm around Harry's back and pulled him closer to his broader body; "I love you Harry."
He felt the smile against his neck as well as the soft kiss placed their before Harry spoke in a tired rough voice; "And I love you." Draco turned to pace a kiss to Harry's head and murmured some half assed cleaning and freshening charms, both males were too tired and spent to get up right now.
When the proof of their joining was gone they lay there for a bit, listening to the sounds of their breathing returning to normal. Finally Draco rolled onto his side to look into Harry's eyes; "Love, we have to get ready for sleep." Harry scrunched his brow while pouting; "I'm too tired and sore to move."
Draco just chuckled his lover was adorable and knew how to work it to get Draco to do what he wanted; the blonde was no fool but he let Harry think he was clueless to his little manipulations. "Alright love, how about I carry you to the bath so you just have to brush and wash your face."
A hum was Harry's positive response to the blonde's question, smiling a small smile the blonde rolled out of bed and swept his lover off the bed. A breathy laugh was heard as Harry snuggled into Draco's warm body. The broader male made his way across the room, his most precious person in his arms.
This night was one of the best of Draco's life while he had not been able to attend the raid he was pleased it went so smoothly and successfully. But he was most thankful for his Lord's, his father's and his lover's safe return. The blonde never wanted to imagine his life without the three men he just thought of not to forget Severus either.
Soft content smile on his face the blonde male stepped into the large bathroom; everything was perfect in this moment and Draco didn't want to think too much right now. Kissing his lover's forehead once again he placed Harry on the ground, making sure his little love had his balance before they prepared themselves for bed.
So next chapter will be bloody; warning again so no one complains! I will post warnings at the beginning of the next chapter so you all will be adequately warned!
All Mistakes Are My Own!
