Fallen Angel
A/N: Sorry guys, but I'm gonna do a major time skip here. As in, months. It is now April. Sorry about this, but I really want to start on the other one. I'll make the other one last a lot longer, I promise. Really short chapter, but I think it's time for a meeting that was sure to happen… Also, I disappear on holiday Saturday, so I'm going to post these two chapters then leave you hanging. Sorry. XD
Harry was waiting for the day when Dumbledore called upon him to go and find the next Horcrux. The old fool had promised him that as soon as he was sure on a location, Harry could come along and destroy it.
"What are you thinking about?" a soft voice asked behind him as arms wrapped around his waist.
Harry leaned into Draco. "I'm thinking about when Dumbledore calls me away to find the Horcrux."
"You getting impatient?"
"A bit, yeah."
Draco kissed his shoulder. "The time will come. When it does, the cabinet will be opened, and the death eaters will arrive. Dumbledore will be dead, I promise you. But for now, you have a meeting to lead."
"I know." Harry turned around and studied the blond on front of him. "Thank you for being by my side." He kissed him gently.
"Always. Now come on. There's fashionably late, and there's late late. You still have an example to set you know."
Harry laughed. "Cheeky sod. Hood up. Mask up. Let's go."
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Torva strode into the meeting room and the congregation fell silent. Everyone looked to their leader in awe, except, of course, Bellatrix. "Right then," Torva began. "You all know that sooner or later, Dumbledore will be asking Harry Potter to go and find one of these Horcruxes. When that time comes, the Malfoy boy will open a vanishing cabinet and a select few of us shall enter into the castle to await their return. Malfoy will then kill Dumbledore. If he cannot do it, then I shall take his place. You all know your roles in this." At this, Torva looked specifically to his own people, who had to take on their double roles. "I expect them to all be performed with the highest calibre possible, is that understood? Do not fail me. Now then, I need the Assassins, Bellatrix, Greyback, Rowle, the Carrows and Yaxely to remain behind. The rest of you, leave." He ordered.
Once the required were left, Torva turned to them. "You know your positions. You know what we must do. Make sure it is done to the upmost quality."
Bellatrix stepped forward, a sneer on her face. "You cannot tell us what to do. Your little pets may listen to your every command, but I only serve the Dark Lord. Not you. I refuse to obey the orders of a pathetic little child, clearly a child if you are a spy in Hogwarts, when you are too frightened, too cowardly, to show your face."
Torva lost it. The echo of his slap ricocheted around the room as Bellatrix's head was spun around with the force of the blow. "You dare question me? Fine. You want to see my face? I'll show you, but first, Mastermind, if you would…"
Mastermind stepped forward and wordlessly cast the Fidelius charm on the six Death Eaters. The secret fell onto the adults and into their hearts, weighing them down.
Once done, Torva kept his promise and removed his mask. Eyes stern, Harry stared at Bellatrix Lestrange, daring her to act upon what her eyes were seeing.
The witch was shocked. "What is this trickery? Since when have we been on side with the enemy? My Lord, why have you not killed the boy yet?"
The aforementioned leader stepped out of the shadows where he had been watching the proceedings. "Because, Bella, Harry has seen the light. He has seen the manipulative side of Albus Dumbledore and has escaped. He is committed to the cause."
"So what? I have been taking orders from filthy half-bloods?" she retorted, enraged.
"Enough! Drop the attitude Lestrange. Your precious Dark Lord isn't as pure as you think he is. So every time you insult anybody who is less than a pureblood, you insult your leader too. Enough of this stupid blood supremacy. That is not what we are fighting for any more." Harry interrupted.
"So what are we fighting for then, oh great leader?" she demanded with mock respect.
"We are fighting against Albus Dumbledore, we always have been. You know that."
"But my Lord, what happened to killing the boy?" she asked her master.
"The boy is of no threat Bella. Not anymore. He hasn't been for a year."
"But why?"
Harry answered this time. "Because I have had enough of being manipulated by the old fool. And anyway, I'm of more use to you alive than dead. Now stop with the questions and do not answer me back again!"
Bellatrix raised her eyebrow at him, before jumping up and running over to one of the Assassins, taking a dagger out of her pocket and holding it to the hooded figure's throat. "Why should I? I don't answer to you. I don't care if the Dark Lord has given up against you. I'm sticking to the original plan. Why should I, a high-functioning pureblood, listen to a low-life like you?"
"Because, Lestrange, you're a spoilt little brat who needs knocking down a peg or two. And by the way, you really should choose your victims more carefully." Harry added with a smirk. He nodded his head towards the Assassin in front of him.
The Assassin, quick as a flash, wordlessly and wandlessly cast a spell to freeze the witch in place, before pulling out of her grip, taking the dagger from her hand, holding it to her throat, and casting the counter spell to free her. "You really shouldn't have done that. And you've had this a long time coming."
Bellatrix Lestrange, for once in her life, felt fear. She had been scared before, but never before had she felt real, ferocious fear. Not even when she had met her master for the first time had she been this frightened. But that voice. No, it couldn't be. But she could see through the mask. The last time she had seen eyes like that, he had tortured them insane. She watched as he removed the mask…
"Come on everyone. Neville has some…catching up to do with Madame Lestrange." Tom suggested, leading everybody out of the room. As they all left, the agonising screams of a woman being tortured by the Cruciatus curse echoed around the room…
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Upon returning to the school, Dobby appeared in front of Harry. "Master Harry Potter Sir, Dobby has been sent with word that Professor Dumbledore wishes to see him."
"Thank you Dobby." The house elf bowed low, his nose hitting the ground, before disappearing once again with a crack. Harry turned to his friends. "This might be our chance. Be prepared. Be ready. Angelina, apparated back to the Manor, warn the six what is coming and grab Neville. Then go home. Alicia, Fred, George, you too. The rest of you, to your dorms, now. Go quick, go! Draco, stay here a moment…"
The Assassins all did as they were told, quickly getting into position to wait for the impending war. Once they had all gone, Harry and Draco stepped out of the room and transformed it back into the storage room, making their way over to the Vanishing Cabinet.
"You ready for this?" Harry asked his boyfriend.
"Not really. Harry… it's still not fixed. Not properly."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Draco hung his head in shame. "Because I thought I could do it on my own."
Harry's heart broke at the sight in front of him. Draco no longer seemed like a man on a mission to him. He seemed more like a child, forced to grow up to quick and do adult tasks. "Draco," he began softly, "we can do this. Trust me. Put your hand on the cabinet."
Draco raised his head and did as he was told. "What now?"
Harry placed his hand directly over the other boy's. "Now, focus all your magic onto the cabinet. Focus it into fixing it. I'll do it too, and I guarantee that we'll fix it. You ready?"
"Ready." They both began to focus their magic. Slowly, but surely, ripples of blue energy started to flow from their hands, creeping up the cabinet until it was entirely encased in light. Sure enough, they eventually heard a click and the cabinet, only for a second, glowed gold.
"Done." Harry said, pulling his hand away. Draco also removed his hand.
"You need to go, before Dumbledore starts to get worried."
Harry nodded. "I'll send word to you using the coins as to when we'll be gone. Open the cabinet then. Good luck." He kissed his boyfriend quickly on the lips and ran, closing the door behind him, leaving Draco all alone.
The blond began to pace. Up and down, up and down. He started to search the room, just to give him something to do. He found a cage full of Cornish Pixies, a tiara with a blue stone, an old potions book, and many other useless items, including a set of brooms. Suddenly, his pocket went warm, and removing it from it's safe-keeping, checked it to find that Harry had sent word. Making his way back to the cabinet, he whispered the words to activate it and left, leaning up against the wall next to the door. His heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour as he tried desperately to calm it down. This was probably the most nerve-wracking, but also most exciting, thing he'd ever done. Tonight, a body would fall. And tonight, the first obstacle to freedom and equality would be overcome…
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