Chapter 17
Harry stared at the Death Eaters surrounding him, recognizing each one. The most recognizable was Bellatrix Lestrange, her wild black hair spread from her head as she looked around with a crazed eye. Next to her, giving Harry a condescending sneer, was Lucius Malfoy, apparently free from Azkaban. The nearest Death Eater to Harry looked feral, his teeth pointed and nose squashed against his face as he gave a low growl, sniffing the air. He stared at harry and smirked. "I can smell your heat, boy," he growled. "You're a regular bitch-in-heat, aren't you?"
"Now, now Greyback," Voldemort said with an amused look. "No need to be rude to the Golden Boy who lead us here."
Harry ignored the disgusted shiver going down his spine as he stared at Greyback. "Yeah, I'm on my heat so what?" he demanded.
Fenrir smirked, "If we weren't busy, I'd show you want a man's supposed to respond to a bitch-in-heat."
"You are not my man," Harry snarled. Voldemort looked between the two of them. "Explain," he commanded.
"He's a bitch-in-heat, what else is there?" Fenrir growled, too close to Harry for his comfort. Harry's eyes went to the corner where Jamie was hidden under the Invisibility Cloak and wished that he would stay there. He turned to Voldemort and avoided the man's red eyes and nose-less face as he said, "My brother and I have heats like Fenrir Greyback said. It just means that when it activates we become… needy for sexual intimacy. We also have the ability to bear children; it is a rare skill."
"I see…" Voldemort said, looking interested. "And what do you do when your… time comes?"
"Probably looks for a male to fuck him," Fenrir Greyback growled. Harry glared at him and said, "I do not! Draco Malfoy takes care of me."
"Draco!" Lucius Malfoy hissed, a look of disgust on his face. "Lies! My son would never sink as low to consider—"
"You never knew your son, so don't you dare tell me what he would or wouldn't do," Harry yelled at Mr. Malfoy, his anxiety turning into rage at that very moment. He turned to Voldemort and said, "It does not matter now what my heat makes me capable of. The castle is asleep, now is the time to strike."
"You are right, Potter, now is the time to strike," Voldemort said. "You have been true to your word ever since you started this little betrayal. Dumbledore and his castle will fall tonight, and it is all because of you, Harry Potter. Be proud of yourself."
"I am, my Lord," Harry said coolly. Voldemort just smirked and led the Death Eaters out into the Hallway. Harry hung back and whispered, "Follow us at a distance, I'm going to try and lose Voldemort the second I'm able to."
"What about the Death Eaters?" Jamie's voice whispered.
"Let the Order take care of them. If they need help, we attack," Harry said.
"Okay."
Harry exited the Room of Requirement, Jamie following him under the Invisibility Cloak. The Death Eaters crowded around the Dark Lord as he gave them orders. Harry tried to stay a little away from them, but Voldemort turned his glare to Harry. "Come here Potter," he said, his voice high-pitched like icy scraping against glass. Feeling a moment of disgust, Harry walked next to the Dark Lord and felt his hand on his shoulder, his fingers long and bony. "You will accompany me to Dumbledore," he said. "Let us show the old fool the failures he thrown away. Greyback, Lestrange, deal with the staff, make sure that none interfere. Malfoy, secure the Great Hall with Yaxley. Crowe, Rowle, take care of any resistance."
He started to walk away with Harry, his hand never leaving Harry's shoulder. Harry glanced back looking scared, his eyes searching fruitlessly for his brother who was still under the Invisibility Cloak. Voldemort's grip was vice-like, never faltering as the two walked. It was unnaturally cold, like an undead hand fresh from the grave. Both were silent as they walked down the corridor, Harry's eyes shifting everywhere looking for someone, anyone to distract Voldemort. Where is the Order? He thought.
"Once this matter is done," Voldemort spoke, his grip never faltering. Harry could feel his fingers burying deeper into his shoulder, "we shall talk more about yours and your brother's… 'heat' as you referred them. Draco Malfoy will not be a suitable match for either of you." Harry felt disgusted at Voldemort's words, knowing full well what he meant.
They continued walking down the corridor and turned the corner. The two slowly descended the marble staircase. Harry looked around the best he could without making it obvious, Voldemort's grip only tightened as they slowly gotten closer to the third floor. Then there was an explosion. They both looked up to see a section of the marble staircase three floors above them falling, avoiding them by mere inches as it passed before falling even more. "Move!" Voldemort commanded and they walked faster. Harry couldn't help but look up at where the staircase was, wondering how it was destroyed. The sound of fighting soon broke out, but Voldemort did not pay any attention to the fighting as he dragged Harry along.
They reached the third-floor corridor, only to have Dumbledore waiting for them, standing in the middle of the corridor his wand in his hand. "You shouldn't have come here tonight Tom," he said, his eyes shifted to Harry and said, "Harry, stay still and run as soon as you can."
"You stupid fool," Voldemort chuckled. "Who do you think brought us into Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore stared at Harry, his eyes in disbelief. Voldemort chuckle and said, "Yes… your dear Potter here. He and I were in communications for many months, he opened up our way into Hogwarts. You've put too much stock into the boy Dumbledore. But do not worry, I will treat him far better as my consort than you ever did as your student.""
"Sir! They threatened my brother," Harry said quickly. "They were going to kill him if they haven't—"
"Harry. When I attack, you run to your brother," Dumbledore said. "Get your brother and return to help."
"Remember our deal, Potter," Voldemort snarled, his fingers pressing deeply into his shoulder. Harry groaned in pain and winced. It was like knives stored in a freezer suddenly were pulled out and pressed against his skin. He tried to reach for his wand, but was thrown to the side as a Stunner came at Harry.
"RUN!" Jamie yelled, throwing the cloak off of him. He ran down the stairs, and shoved Voldemort out of the way, the Dark Lord being pushed against a stone banister. Jamie grabbed Harry's hand and the two ran away from the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, their fighting beginning behind them. The two practically jumped down onto the entrance hall where Corban Yaxley was fighting against Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley. The twins pulled out their wands and aimed them at Yaxley.
"Stupefy!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The two spells melded together and hit the Death Eater in his back. He stumbled and turned to the twins before falling by a nonverbal spell Professor McGonagall casted.
"Harry! Jamie! What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your dorms?" Mrs. Weasley gasped, running over to them and pulling both in her arms, checking for any bruises.
"Mr. and Mr. Potter, it is not safe here, you both should be in your dorms," Professor McGonagall said.
"We're sorry Professor but when we got to the portrait, it was already sealed," Harry said.
"It matters little now, find somewhere safe to hide boys—"
"Where's Mr. Malfoy?" Harry said looking but finding no trace of the silver hair. "He's supposed to be here with Yaxley."
"How do you know… We have only found Yaxley here—Harry Potter where are you going?" Professor McGonagall yelled as Harry turned and ran down the stairs to the dungeon, taking the steps three at a time, jumping over the last five. Jamie chased him.
The two ran across the dimly lit cold corridor towards the Slytherin Dungeons. They heard screams and saw that a part of the wall at the dead end was blasted off. Harry only ran harder and skid to a halt in front of the blasted wall, the Slytherin Common Room on the other side.
Mr. Malfoy was holding his wand to Draco and Blaise, who held their wands against him. Surrounding them were other Slytherins who were woken by the noise. Mr. Malfoy glanced behind his shoulder to the Potter Twins. "So, this is how you were spending your time during my imprisonment, Draco," he said, looking extremely crossed and disappointed. "You really do enjoy constantly disappointing your mother and I, do you?"
"Leave him alone," Harry said.
"Harry, just let me handle it," Draco said. "He's my father… I have to do it."
Mr. Malfoy laughed. "You handle it? And when was the first time you handle anything, Draco? You may have grown in physical size, but you are still my son. I know you—"
"Expelliarmus!" Draco snarled.
Distracted, Mr. Malfoy's wand flew into the air and landed in Draco's outstretched hand. He handed it to Blaise, who snapped it in half. Still pointing his wand at Mr. Malfoy he said, "You have no right to tell me what to do anymore. You've been gone for half a year! And even when you were home all you talked about was V-Voldemort! You didn't care for me, did you?"
"I—"
"Did you?" Draco demanded. Behind them the other Slytherins were looking on, some staring disgusted at Draco and Blaise, while others were just watching indifferently.
Mr. Malfoy stared at Draco, a vicious, disgusting look on his face. "I tried to raise you right Draco, I tried to give you the devotion and admiration to the Dark Arts and the Dark Lord that I have… but not only have I seemingly failed in that, I somehow turned you into a poof as well. So no, in this current rebellious state you are in, I do not care for you, I am just disappointed."
Draco's eyes turned into two angry slows that blazed with silver anger. Dark shadows appeared on his forehead and under his eyes, as if a mask of Draco's own making was slipped on. Aiming his wand at his father, he hissed an angry, disgusting noise, "Stupefy!" There was a gasp as the spell hit Mr. Malfoy, some of the braver Slytherins yelled at Draco but he ignored them.
The man was thrown back a couple of feet in the air before falling to the ground unconscious. At that moment Professor McGonagall arrived and looked at the situation. "Are there anyone hurt?" she asked.
"No, Draco took care of it," Harry said looking at his boyfriend with, a breath of relief escaping him.
"What exactly happened here?"
"That poof attacked his own father!" someone from the crowd of Slytherins yelled. Professor McGonagall turned his stern face onto the crowd and said, "When I would like your version of the events happening, I will tell you Miss Parkinson. Now, boys, what happened here?"
"Mr. Malfoy destroyed the wall like a madman and started screaming for Draco," Blaise said. "He looked he was about to kill him when Harry and Jamie showed up."
"I see… Potters, if you would kindly escort Mr. Malfoy to the Great Hall, I will repair the wall," Professor McGonagall said, already pointing her wand at the broken wall. The twins just nodded and together lifted the unconscious man. He was heavy for Harry but luckily Jamie took most of the weight.
"Harry!"
Jamie!"
Draco and Blaise squeezed past Professor McGonagall to hug their boyfriends tightly. Blaise kissed Jamie's cheek and whispered, "Don't you dare get hurt out there."
Jamie smirked and said, "You know me Blaise, no one's allowed to hurt me." Blaise just gave a sad chuckle and shook his head. "We're going to have to work on your attitude when all of this is done," he whispered.
"Potter… if you die out there, I swear I'll bring you back to life just to kill you myself," Draco threatened. Harry smiled and kissed Draco. "I love you too," he whispered. "Now… your dad's kinda heavy… and you have to make sure the Slytherins don't do anything stupid."
"Oh please, a bunch of dunderheads and idiots, they are," Draco said. "Good luck." He kissed Harry again and the two Slytherins returned to the common room.
They moved quickly, running as quickly as they could with the man slowing them down. Above them the fighting was continuing, the sounds of spells ricocheting off of each other filling the castle, mixing with the chaos and confusion as suddenly fires seemingly start out of nowhere and segments of the castle fell. They dropped Mr. Lucius in front of the doors and ran up the stairs towards the fighting.
They reached the second floor only for a fighter detached themselves from the fray and flew at them; It was the werewolf, Fenrir. He was on top of Harry before Harry could raise his wand: Harry fell backward, with filthy, matted hair in his face, the stench of sweat and blood filling his nose and mouth hot greedy breath at his throat—
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry felt Fenrir collapse against him; with a stupendous effort he pushed the werewolf off and onto the floor as a jet of green light came flying towards them; Jamie ducked and pulled Harry as they ran, headfirst, into the fight. Harry's feet met something squashy and slippery on the floor and he stumbled: There were two bodies lying there, lying facedown in a pool of blood, but there was no time to investigate. Harry looked up at Jamie and yelled, "We have to find Voldemort and Dumbledore!"
Jamie nodded and they began running, shooting spells whenever they could at every Death Eater they see. They ran across the lumpy Death Eater Amycus fighting Tonks. Jamie whipped his wand and said, "Impedimenta!"
His jinx hit Amycus in the chest: He gave a piglike squeal of pain, was lifted off his feet and slammed into the opposite wall, slid down it, and fell out of sight. "Good hit Jamie!" Tonks said before running off to fight more Death Eaters. The twins followed her as they ran out of the castle and into the courtyard where Dumbledore and Voldemort were.
The courtyard was in shambles. The doors to the entrance hall lay in shambles, large splinters of wood shot out all over the courtyard and into the grounds. The roofs over the walkways on the edge of the courtyard had all collapsed, their pieces being used by Voldemort to fly violently at Dumbledore, who blocked every stone, tile, and pillar. Transfigured blades and other sharp objects flew around the air, flying towards Dumbledore before being deflected and landing around them. There were gigantic cracks in the floor, as if entire sections were lifted from the ground. The wind whipped violently around both Voldemort and Dumbledore as they fought, Dumbledore summoning the wind to deflect Voldemort's projectiles. Voldemort raised both of his hands, the pillars and swords flew into the air and transfigured together to form a stone Basilisk, the swords acting as its teeth. The Basilisk launched at Dumbledore, its mouth opened wide as it looked to gobble the Headmaster whole. Dumbledore pointed his wand at the stone Basilisk and in a magnificent explosion, stone and swords flying everywhere. Harry and Jamie had to quickly cast the Protego spell as sharp shards of stone and steel pelted towards them. They began to run towards Voldemort and Dumbledore only to see other figures fighting to their left. Bellatrix Lestrange was there, fighting Mrs. Weasley who sported a large cut on her cheek.
"Mrs. Weasley!" Jamie yelled. The twins ran to her aid, Bellatrix Lestrange laughing. "Ohh if it isn't the little Potters. Having fun betraying everyone, boys?"
"Mrs. Weasley, go back into the castle, we'll handle her!" Harry yelled.
"No! You two go back—"
"Molly! Let's go!" Tonks yelled. Mrs. Weasley gave the boys a look and said, "You better come back, I swear," before running with Tonks back into the castle.
Lestrange laughed harder and said, "What are you two going to do against me?"
Harry looked around and saw that there was no one else. Only the twins and Lestrange, and Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry attacked first, yelling, "Stupefy!"
His stunner shot at Bellatrix, but was quickly deflected. She laughed as she whipped her wand, and Jamie barely had time to protect them both from a strange grey spell. Behind them scratch marks appeared suddenly. Harry moved past his brother shield and shot another stunner, Jamie followed up with the Impedimenta spell. Bellatrix turned to smoke and the spells flew past her. She solidified the next second and with a whip of her wand, the twins were sent flying back, both screaming as deep cuts gashed their bodies, somehow missing every major artery on both their bodies. Feeling the warm heavy liquid flowing down his face, Harry's groans in pain turned into high-pitched screams as Bellatrix pointed her wand at both their bodies and yelled, "Crucio!"
Jamie's and Harry's bodies contorted in pain, both feeling as if thousands of invisible swords were stabbing them but leaving no wounds. Harry's mind became numb as all he could feel or think about was the pain that caused him to scream. He couldn't move on his own, he couldn't try to counter the spell or move out of the way. He and Jamie just laid there bleeding and screaming as Bellatrix laughed.
"Poor little traitors," she said. "Is something the matter Potters? Do Potters want their mummy?" She laughed as she continued to torture them. "Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"
Harry started to feel light-headed, his vision was getting blurry. It took every muscle and strength he had to turn to his brother. "J-J—" He couldn't speak through his screams. Jamie's body twitched, his glasses lying next to him, cracked against a rock. Blood was pooling around his head.
"N-N…" Harry screamed. An indescribable rage filled Harry. He found that he was gaining his strength back along with strength that he did not know he had. Jamie's twitched stopped and Harry screamed only louder. His rage filled his entire body, his fist tightened around his wand. He found the pain going away, slowly but surely the pain was dimming. He moved his hand and it moved as he commanded. With agonizing trouble, Harry rolled from his back to his stomach. He pushed his fists against the broken pavement, cutting his hand on small pebbles and splits in the rocks. His arms were shaking as he slowly rose, Bellatrix Lestrange's screams went deaf on his ears along with the rest of the battle as he focused all of his energy, all of his concentration on standing up. He was on his hands and knees. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he pulled his right leg towards him, planting his foot on the ground. He pushed, failed, then pushed again. He felt he would collapse under his weight, his legs wouldn't stay still as the invisible swords continued to stab him from the Unforgivable Curse. He could feel his rage pump through his blood, filling every essence of his being as tears began to fall. Jamie, please not Jamie, he begged in his mind. We drank the potion—we're supposed to be lucky!
"You… you bitch!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, standing fully.
Bellatrix smirked and said, "Aww… is little Potter angry your brother is dead? Poor Potter all alone! First you lost Sirius and now you lost your bro—"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry's arm was pointed straight at Bellatrix Lestrange, his face full of fury as he yelled out the words. The Killing Curse rushed out of his wand, the fatal green jet of light traveling closer and closer to Lestrange, hitting her square in her chest. She fell dead on the spot, her face in a permanent mocking smile. Harry collapsed and ran to his brother, "Jamie! Jamie! Please wake up! Jamie!"
He pulled Jamie to him and hugged his brother's body. "Jamie! Jamie!" he cried. "Please don't be dead! Please!" He cried in his brother's shoulder, only to hear a small groan, barely louder than the wind. "Jamie…" Harry breathed.
He looked at his brother's bruised, bloody face. Brown eyes barely fluttered open and Harry let out a cheer as he hugged his brother tighter. "Jamie! You're not gone!" He cried out.
"Help me…up," Jamie said. Harry shook his head, "No, you need to rest." He helped Jamie sit against a pile of rubble and picked up his cracked glasses. Jamie placed them on and Harry reached for his wand.
"Later… go finish this," Jamie said.
Harry nodded and stood up. Voldemort and Dumbledore were still fighting, though from the way they were both panting, it looked as if they were losing energy. Harry stumbled towards them, each step a challenge as he felt like he was going to collapse at any moment. Blood from his forehead was sweeping over his eyes, and he wiped it away, falling down the remains of the steps that led to the entrance hall. He fell on all fours in front of the battling wizards.
"Harry!" Dumbledore said, looking at Harry worryingly. Voldemort took that moment of Dumbledore's distraction to his advantage. "Avada Kedavra!" he snarled, the killing curse landing its mark on Dumbledore, the old man falling dead before Harry. Harry stared up at Voldemort, the Dark Lord walking slowly towards Harry.
"You've killed Lestrange with the Killing Curse… you seemed to play both myself and Dumbledore for your own gains… I must say Harry, you will become a grand Dark Lord," Voldemort said. "A Dark Lord even greater and more ruthless than me."
Still on his hands and knees, Harry looked around. His eyed the swords and raised his shaking hand. Voldemort stopped and raised his eyebrow. "Accio swords," Harry spat out. The swords littering the grounds shook and fly in the air towards Harry. Voldemort didn't have time to turn around as the countless swords drove through him, being pushed by an invisible force that pushed the swords through his chest, his throat, his head, anywhere that they can fit. One sword remained flying towards Harry and he transfigured it into a crystal vial, catching it in his free hand.
Voldemort slumped and fell. "F…Fool… I cannot die…" he said, his throat and mouth flooding with blood that oozed out and onto the pavement.
"That's why," Harry groaned. "I'm taking your memory…"
He stopped next to Voldemort's dying body and pressed both the vial and his wand next to his temple. Voldemort's memories leaked out like blood pussing from a wound, gathering in the vail, filling it with the silvery substance. "Don't worry, I will make a separate journal just for you… My Lord," Harry whispered, a pained, triumphant smile on his face.
He watched as the life faded from Voldemort's eyes. He pocketed the vial and struggled to make his way to his brother. He crawled up, his legs barely leaving the ground when he reached Jamie and collapsed next to him.
They woke up in the Hospital Wing. Harry looked to his right to see his brother covered in bandages and sleeping peacefully, Blaise sitting next to his bed. Draco was sitting silently next to Harry, both Slytherins dozing lightly. Harry turned to look to his left to the Mrs. Weasley crying over something, the Weasley clan surrounding them. He moved a little up on his bed to see the unrecognizable face of Bill Weasley, so badly slashed and ripped that he looked grotesque. Fleur was next to him.
"…but he was a very handsome little b-boy… always very handsome ….and he was g-going to be married!"
"And what do you mean by zat?" Fleur said suddenly and loudly. "What do you mean, ''e was going to be married?'"
Mrs. Weasley raised her tear-strained face, looking starled, "Well—only that—"
"You theenk Bill will not wish to marry me anymore?" Fleur demanded. "You theenk, because of these bites, he will not love me!"
"No, that's not what I—"
"Because 'e will!" Fleur said, drawing herself up to her full height and throwing back her long mane of silver hair. "It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me!"
"Well, yes, I'm sure," Mrs. Weasley said, "but I thought perhaps—given how—how he—"
"You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps, you hoped?" Fleur said, her nostrils flaring. "What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!" she added fiercely, pushing Mrs. Weasley aside and snatching an ointment from her.
Mrs. Weasley fell back against her husband and watched Fleur mopping up Bill's wounds with a most curious expression upon her face. Nobody said anything; Harry did not dare move, no one noticed that he was awake.
"Our Great-Aunt Muriel," Mrs. Weasley said after a long pause, "has a very beautiful tiara—goblin-made—which I am sure I could persuade her to lend you for the wedding. She is very fond of Bill, you know, and it would look lovely with your hair."
"Thank you," Fleur said stiffly. "I am sure zat will be lovely."
And then, Harry did not quite sure how it happened, both women were crying and hugging each other. Harry turned his head towards Draco, to only see the Slytherin was watching him. "Hey," Draco smiled.
Harry smiled and shook his head. He didn't want the others to know he was awake, he didn't want to talk about what happened—how to play it. He motioned for Draco to come closer. "I got it," he whispered in Draco's ear. "The memories."
"I'm so proud of you love," Draco whispered.
Harry gave a soft smile and looked down at his body, which was covered by the hospital bed covers. "You and Jamie are very lucky to be alive," Draco said. "Madam Pomfrey found you guys were covered in cuts, a few broken bones, you lost a lot of blood… but nothing major was cut or lost."
"Guess the luck potion did it's job," Harry smiled. "I'm sorry though… our celebration will have to wait."
Draco chuckled and kissed Harry's forehead. "As soon as you can stand on your own, I'm fucking you like no tomorrow."
Harry gave a dry chuckle, "How romantic… how is everyone else?"
"Strange, they're happy that Voldemort is dead but…"
"They're sad that Dumbledore is gone as well," Harry finished for Draco, who nodded.
"My father's in Azkaban again, for good," he said.
"That's good," Harry slurred. Draco nodded. He looked over at the Weasleys then back at Harry. "The only causalities were Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Bellatrix. The Order went around and got the rest of the Death Eaters." He gave a soft chuckle. "Scrimgeour actually showed up, trying to take the credit, but that Auror, Shaklebolt I think, and Professor McGonagall refused him. Professor McGonagall claimed to have saw the battle outside."
"Did she… did she see me using the Killing Curse?" Harry whispered. "Against Lestrange?"
Draco frowned. "No… she just told the Minister that you were on your last bout of strength, which you used to cast a Summoning Charm."
Harry gave a smile and dry laugh. "Yeah, couldn't think of anything else," he said.
Draco chuckled and brushed some hair out of Harry's eyes. "You are amazingly stupid and stubborn," he said.
"But you love me," Harry said.
"Yeah… I do Harry, I love you," Draco sighed. He kissed the top of Harry's head again. "The next few days are going to be hectic my love," he sighed. "You should get all the sleep you can."
"Alright," Harry said, "But I want you to kiss me first before I go back to sleep."
Draco smirked, "Happy to oblige." He leaned down and gave Harry a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Harry kissed back with equal gentleness, and fell asleep under Draco's lips.
A/N: I lost my ability to write fight scenes. That said, I want to say that there was always a type of fanfic that I wanted to actually write but failed twice. How do I remedy that? Easy! Write the whole damn story before posting chapter 1! And what did I do?... Well…
HPSlashAddict: Because that sounds like a great idea tbh. That and Harry and his twin are very, very close. (And as with how we'll see next time the final chapter…)
Littlesprout: thank you!
Stefire: thank you!
Jokul Frosti: I hope this didn't disappoint… but then again it's not really the true climax…
Leopardblack: A bit both? I mean, the luck potion was in effect.