A/N: First off, thanks for the reviews. I would also like to thank SIlverDark, a reviewer on AFForg, for the correct translation to Romanian in Chapter 6! It is Deveniti neam al meu propriu si duceti-l mai departe (it has already been changed in the last chapter).

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'thoughts'

"dialogue"

~parseltongue~

{mind-speak to familiars}

[mind-speak between bonded (i.e. spouses, spouses-to-be)]

~~~~-scene change-~~~~

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 7

Deathly Pale, Meet the Parents and Kiss Me, Dammit!

"Avada Kedavra!"

And then, a green light, the exact color of Harry's eyes, was speeding towards him. It hit him-

When Harry came to, he was in a nicely furnished, circular office. They was a mahogany desk, neatly organized, not a hair out of place. He noticed that the walls were lined with bookshelves, each one packed with books, some ancient tomes, and other books not even written yet. There was a fireplace what had an eerie purple flame in it, crackling madly. There was a sofa, mahogany wood with black cushions, and a wingback chair to match. Harry was lying down on the couch, trying to regain his bearings. He reached out around the room with his magic. He hadn't opened his eyes for fear of being discovered, but he knew there was one other in the office, said person was male, and extremely powerful. Harry was using on who this might be when a deep voice laced with amusement called out, "I know that you are awake, young Master."

Harry, not yet sure if he could trust the man, opened his eyes cautiously. The man he saw was stunning, though not as much as his Draco. He had chestnut brown hair that was cut at his shoulders, angular features, and thin lips. He was tall, taller than Harry, slim and lithe. He was wearing a pitch black robe, the same as Harry's Invisibility Cloak. His eyes were pure black, no white, just two endless pits of blackness. The man was deathly pale, giving a whole new meaning to the saying, "White as a sheet." He regarded Harry with a smirk, seemingly reading his thoughts. If Harry had not seen his Draco, this man would be the first person on Harry's Fuck List.

Harry tried to sit up, but pain lanced up his spine and collected in his head. Not one to be deterred, however, Harry did sit up.

"Where am I?"

"My office, young Master."

"And who are you?"

"Your servant, young Master."

Harry sighed. People could be so annoying. "What is your name?"

"I do not have one. I just am."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked. He was in far too much pain to play these games.

"I am. I have always been and always will be. I don't have name, but people do have names for me."

"What should I call you?"

"I prefer that you call me Mortem, young Master."

"Death?"

"That is what you know me as, young Master."

Harry's pain-addled mind had to think about that for a minute before he finally understood. "This has something to do with the Deathly Hallows, doesn't it?"

"Yes, young Master."

Harry groaned. He had just been killed. Now was not the time for this. "What does being your master entail?"

"Nothing much. You and whoever you choose as your bonded will not grow old until you choose so. Should one of you suffer a mortal wound, you will meet me here, and I will send you back to whence you came."

"That's nice. So, I was hit with the Killing Curse again?"

"It seems that way, young Master."

"So, you said that I could go back, Mortem?"

"If that is what you wish. Merely think of the moment whence you left, and your soul will be deposited in your body and it will revive."

"Is there a way to summon you?"

"Have all three Hallows on your person and speak my name."

"One last question."

"Yes, young Master?"

"Do I have to be bonded to my chosen for them not to die?"

"For you, I will say no. What is their name?"

"Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"Ah. That makes sense. A day to balance the night."

"Thank you, Mortem. I am sure to have more questions in time."

"Simply summon me, and I will answer them."

"Thank you."

When Harry woke, he had the Cloak on his chest, the top at his sternum, the Elder Wand was lying on him, with a ring of stones around it, and the Resurrection Stone at the end of the wand's handle, just like the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Then, he noticed the screaming.

Harry opened his eyes and saw his love writhing on the ground, under the Cruciatis Curse. He saw red. Harry jumped up from where he lay, effectively distracting Voldemort, who had been the one casting the curse, and wordlessly and wandlessly cast the curse on him. Voldemort went to the ground, and screamed. Oh, how he screamed. Harry, being the sadist that he was, was getting hard. After a few seconds under the curse, Harry stunned Voldemort and bound him. He ran over to Draco, who was lying on the floor, crying from the pain.

It was then that Severus, Lucius and Narcissa rushed in. They stood there staring at the scene for a moment, stunned: their Lord bound and stunned, their son/godson crying in agony, and Harry Potter leaning over him and trying to comfort him. Harry noticed them and yelled, "Don't just stand there, help me!"

Immediately, they rushed into action. Severus pushed Harry off of Draco and began to feed him potion that he got from the bottomless pockets in his robes. Lucius and Narcissa ran out of the room to gather healing supplies. Harry went over to Voldemort to Enneverate him, when he noticed something off about the man's aura. Harry cast a few Detection Charms and found out three things: 1) Voldemort was under an Imperius potion, 2) his soul had been into horcruxes, and 3) the Imperius potion was ties to Dumbledick. The Dark ring provided Harry with the knowledge of what horcruxes were, and he wanted to gag. It was then that he noticed, according to the Detection Charms, that the Imperius potion had been in his system longer than his soul had been split, which meant that he had been forced to do it.

Imperius potions were worse than the actual curse. You brewed it and then added the hair of the one who was to be the controller. Then you fed the person the potion consistently, once a year under the moon when it is at its zenith on the winter solstice. The potion was impossible to fight off because this was chemically based, not mind-based. The only way to get out from under its control was to expel it from your system. So that's what Harry did.

"Tollere potus!"1 Harry cast, pointing his new wand at Voldemort. Slowly, blood and other bodily fluids began to trickle out of all of his orifices. When the trickling stopped, Harry banished the clothes and liquids. He cast a cleaning charm on the man, and then conjured clothes on his body. Harry set a Sleeping Hex on Voldemort that only he could awaken him from.

Harry then turned back and noticed that Lucius and Narcissa had returned, and that Severus was casting spells on his Draco. Harry quietly tapped Narcissa on the shoulder.

She spun on the spot and pointed her wand at him. "What did you do to him, Potter?" she snarled.

"I did nothing, Lady Malfoy. I came in with Draco, Voldemort fired an AK at me, and when I died, he cast the Cruciatis on Draco. I woke, stunned Voldemort and went to help Draco. That's when you came in."

She looked at Harry skeptically. When she found nothing but honesty, worry and love for her son there, she lowered her wand. "You will explain this to me later," she told him. Harry nodded.

Severus stayed casting and feeding Draco potions for another few minutes before he declared that Draco could be moved to his room. When Lucius tried to cast a Levitation Charm on Draco, Harry swooped in and picked Draco up bridal style. "Lead the way."

Just as Lucius was about to hit Harry with a barrage of questions, Narcissa grabbed him and Severus, turned, and walked out of the room, still holding their arms. Harry followed.

The manor seemed endless. When it seemed they had been walking for hours, when in reality it had been maybe five minutes at a brisk pace, they reached a pair of doors. Inside was a room the size of the Slytherin common room, decorated in shades of blue and purple. It had a fireplace, two couches, two wingback chairs and a wall covered in overflowing bookshelves. In the back of the room was a set of double doors that presumably led to Draco's bedroom. Harry was slightly awed by the sheer size of Draco's chambers, but he didn't let it show.

Narcissa flicked her wand and the doors the Draco's room opened. Harry walked in, noticing that no one was following him. At his questioning glance, Narcissa said, "We respect his privacy." Harry nodded and proceeded into the room.

This room was even bigger than the last. It had a large four-poster bed that could easily fit seven people. This room had the same color scheme as the last, with an arch that led into the bathroom. The bathroom was huge. It had two sinks, a shower for seven, and a pool-sized tub. Literally. A pool-sized tub.

Harry went to set Draco down on the bed, and noticed that there was a mirror above the mattress in the canopy. 'Hmmm, I wonder what that is for,' Harry thought, leering slightly. Harry laid Draco down and wrapped the blankets around him after putting pillows under his head to make him comfortable.

Harry walked out of Draco's bedroom and shut the door, silently casting a one-way Silencing Charm so that they wouldn't wake Draco up. He turned to find three wands pointed at him. "Let's take a seat, and I shall tell you what happened, shall we?"

When they were all seated comfortably near the fire, Narcissa and Lucius on one of the sofas, and Harry and Severus in the chairs, harry told them about his day. He told them about going to Gringott's and receiving his lordships, though he kept the one about the house of Emrys secret. He needed something up his sleeve, after all. When they heard about him being the Dark Lord, their eyes widened dramatically. He then told them about running into Draco at Madame Malkin's, going to Florean Fortescue's, the Leaky Cauldron and Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. When he finished, the other three were looking at him in shock. The first thing they did was bow to him, and greet him, "My Lord." Harry grinned in amusement. He liked power. Oh, how he liked power.

Harry stood. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to take care of the one who harmed my beloved." With that, he walked out of the room, completely missing the look of despair on Severus's face.

Harry walked back into the Floo room and looked down at the prone form of Voldemort. However much he tried, he could not hate this man because he knew that it was all Dumbledork's fault. Everything.

Working off of knowledge provided by the Dark ring on a long-lost soul-healing ritual, Harry untied Voldemort, laid him in the middle of the room, conjured chalk, and drew the rune circle. He took out his wand, weaved complicated patterns and chanted "sana hoc rumpitur anima."2 When he finished, mist had filled the room so harry could barely make out the prostrate form of Voldemort. When the mist cleared, harry stared at Voldemort, no, this was Tom. Tom looked just like and older version, maybe mid-twenties, version of the Tom Riddle Harry had faced in the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry released the Sleeping Hex and the ropes, and immediately Tom's eyes opened. He stared up at Harry wide-eyed and asked, "Where's Sev?" Without waiting for a response, he jumped up and ran from the room.

When Harry walked back into Draco's chambers, he saw something he would never have believed before then: Tom Riddle was sitting curled up on Severus Snape's lap, sobbing and apologizing frantically into Severus's chest. And, Severus was smiling softly at the young man in his arms, comforting him.

"It wasn't your fault, Tom. It was the potion."

"I did it, Sev. I killed so many like that. I did it!" Tom sobbed.

Severus immediately took up the attitude of a dom comforting a sub. "Stop crying, pet. We forgive you. Now, kiss me, dammit!"

And, he did.

1Remove potion

2Heal this broken soul

A/N: YAY! Tommy is back in Sevvy's arms! What did you think about my OOCness in this chapter?

I can't believe that we're already seven chapters in and it is still the same day. This won't happen for long, the next chapter will probably feature August 1 rolling around, but still, seven chapters for 1 day… After this, it will probably not do this anymore. This is just so I can get a detailed intro to the story laid out for y'all.

So, I had a premonition last night: next chapter will include Draco's wake up, a long-awaited conversation, maybe sex, and the Inner Circle…

Forgiveness is Asked For

SUMMARY: Harry is put into Azkaban when he is framed for the murder of Luna Lovegood. What will happen when Voldemort raids Azkaban? Harry wants revenge when he gets out! HP/SF/DM/BZ, RL/SS, RW/HG Slightly Inasane!Harry Revenge/Romance fic, kind-of Severitus, Alive!Sirius, Good!Remus, Good!Twins