Ok, this was deleted. I don’t know why. Either, I didn’t rate it high enough or I rated it too high, FF Bot wasn’t specific enough for me. I’m sure I used the MA rating though… Anyway. Here it is again… please review again!

TO THE ADMIN: I hope I got it right this time, and I am very sorry.

TO WHO REPORTED ME: moron! I would have noticed it when I went to update, and the rating would have been changed and an apology given. Glares at you.

TO STORY ALERTERS: hi, I’m back. Sorry about that, if you reviewed BIA1/2 asking where this went, I hope I managed to reply to you all. There was one person who wrote their email address in the review… please write it like nameatproviderdotcom in future, otherwise it won’t show up on FF net and especially if you’re not logged in. Thanks.

YEARS I & II can be found : http / wwwdotfanfictiondotnet / s / 2469676 / 1 / remove the spaces.

Ok, here is YEAR THREE… About time huh? Please enjoy and review…

“Brothers in Arms III”

B Disclaimer: Well, what J. K. Rowling doesn’t know is that I have secretly purchased Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy for my own twisted kinky pleasure using the Malfoy-Black fortune combined… She only owns the others! back to the 3-some now…

Summery: YEAR 3 When Voldemort goes to kill James and Lily Potter, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape accompany him. Why kill your enemy when you can have a friend raise them to covet you? Why not! What happens to the ‘Golden Boy’… now that he’s the bad guy? Can he be redeemed? Will he want to be, even after he knows the truth?

Rating: R/NC-17 eventually. SLASH!

A/N: Some spoilers for all four films… Because I don’t remember the books well enough LOL! Changed to fit the first few chapters. One more HP/other-male relationship/fling before I get around to HarryDraco!

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Chapter 37 /01

Here Without You

A Thousand Lies Have Made Me Colder

And I Don’t Think I Can Look At Things The Same

And All The Lies That Separate

Disappear Now When I’m Dreaming Of Your Face

I’m Here Without You Baby

But You’re Still On My Lonely Mind

I Think About You Baby

And I Dream About You All The Time

I’m Here Without You Baby

But You’re Still With Me In My Dreams

And Tonight It’s Only You And Me

Unlike all the other summers at Malfoy Manor, this one dragged by. The usually cold, but comforting Manor was stifling this summer. It hung heavy like a fog over many of the inhabitants, and their usual summer guests barely stayed the night anymore. The family themselves had yet to see hide or hair of Harry Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, who were the two youngest affected by last years disaster.

A supporter of the Dark Lord Voldemort had opened the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It resulted in Blaise being kidnapped and almost killed by a spectre that lived inside this little black journal. The spectre was the memory of a sixteen year old Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort. That led to Harry and his Father, Lucius Malfoy, going into the Chamber to rescue Blaise. In their attempt, they got separated. Tom Riddle was seconds away from raping young Harry, when the elder Voldemort appeared with Lucius by his side and defeated the spectre.

Unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the prestigious school also arrived and somehow, for he was not a Parseltongue and therefore could not speak to serpents, called the Basilisk, which lived in the Chamber to him. By the time Harry sent it away, Voldemort was very weak. Dumbledore used the most Unforgivable of the Dark Lord despite Harry’s protests, and then changed the boy’s memory of the events.

Harry and Lucius helped the unconscious Blaise to the Infirmary, where they then told the rest of their friends and family, who were waiting for them, about how Lord Voldemort tried to rape Harry and was the one to really open the Chamber, not Narcissa Malfoy’s Mother.

But that wasn’t all. Harry and Blaise both experienced nightmares, and flashbacks as well as migraines. It took a while, but they both managed to remove the memory charm. They did the same for any of the others affected and then preceded to tell Severus what had really happened. Putting the Potions Master’s mind at rest, for he had believed his lover had tried to rape his Godson.

But however the almost happy ending was, their number was still one less thanks to a meddlesome old fool, and Harry and Blaise avoided the others like a plague. Harry had even moved from his bedroom beside his Brother’s, into a room in one of the abandoned corridors. Blaise had followed him. Spiffy, the House Elf, tended to their needs for they hardly left their rooms at all.

Sometimes, Draco, Lucius’ real Son for Harry was adopted, thought that if he listened really hard he could hear the boy he loved laughing softly with their mutual friend.

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“Harry?” The elder brunette asked, brown eyes wide.

“Yes Blaise?” The other teen answered, looking up from his book.

“Harry Birthday,” Blaise twisted a lock of Harry’s hair around his finger softly.

“It’s isn’t my birthday yet, Blaise dearest.”

“I know. But I wanted to give you your present now. If you want it that is?” The brunette asked nervously. His eyes fixed upon the emerald orbs in front of him.

“That depends on what it is,” Harry answered easily, although he did know what Blaise was offering.

Slowly, as if in slow motion, Blaise peeled off his t-shirt and threw it to the ground. The moonlight that filtered in through the half open curtains caused his olive coloured skin to glow faintly.

“Beautiful,” Harry whispered as he reached forward to unfasten his companion’s trousers. When they were open, he pushed them down Blaise’s hips slightly. Blaise stood and tugged them down before climbing onto the bed again. Harry pulled off his own sweater, throwing it to the growing pile on the floor. His hands reached for his zipper but Blaise stopped him.

“Let me,” he tugged the metal down and popped the button open. He pushed Harry so he was lying flat on his back and pulled the trousers down. Harry lifted his hips slightly to help. “I’m not really, you know, experienced or anything so if I’m bad I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine Blaise, I haven’t been with another boy either remember.” Harry ran a hand down his friends face. Blaise’s eyes slid closed and he moaned as Harry’s thumb lightly ran over his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked the digit inside, before laving it with his tongue. “See, you’re a dab hand at this, virginity be damned.” Harry joked and it had the effect of forcing a chuckle out of Blaise.

Blaise allowed Harry to pin him to the bed, he arched beneath his friend though. “More.” He whispered.

Harry ignored the quiet demand, and looked around the room for something to use as lubricant. Blaise got tired of waiting, meanwhile, and grabbed his wand from under his pillow.

“Accio, shower cream,” he handed the bottle to the teen on top of him and put his wand back. “Use this, it will do.”

So Harry removed their boxers, and poured a generous amount into the palm of his left hand. Dipping his fingers on his right hand into the cream, he covered them as much as possible. He pressed his middle finger against Blaise’s pucker, and pushed inside. He then proceeded to stretch and prepare his newest accomplishment.

They collapsed together and held each other in the aftermath. Blaise panted softly against Harry’s neck. “Did you enjoy your birthday present?”

Harry paused, “yeah, I did.” He whispered after looking into hope filled brown eyes. As much as he insisted to have enjoyed it, Harry couldn’t help but feel that, as with his other conquests, and his kisses with Blaise, there was definitely something missing.

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In another Wing of the Manor, Professor Snape sank gratefully into the nearest chair and released a sigh. The room was pitch black; he had blown out the candles and turned off the lights before closing the heavy velvet drapes. He rubbed his temples softly while he tried to repress a sob.

He flung his hand out and waved his wand, his other hand easily catching the flying bottle. He uncorked the lid and took a long drink of Old Olden’s Firewhiskey. He took another gulp and lowered his head, allowing his hair to fall forward and hide his face. He bit his tongue hard, trying desperately not to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was six years old and his Father raped him because he had stood up for his Mother, during one of his parents many fights.

Voldemort had known all about it, and when Severus had been told his lover had tried to rape Harry, his Godson, he had been furious and beyond betrayed. And when he was told Voldemort was dead, he had been heartbroken and immediately felt guilty because the man he was mourning had caused his family suffering.

But he couldn’t quiet believe it had been Voldemort, he couldn’t. And when Harry undid the memory charms and told him the truth, he almost jumped for joy. His Slytherin sensibilities had been the only thing keeping his feet on the ground. But Harry didn’t look happy, and Severus couldn’t blame the boy.

Voldemort had been killed saving the teenager, and then Harry had believed the bad things Dumbledore had manipulated him into remembering. Harry was feeling as horrid as he was, and both of them were too stubborn to talk about it. Both of them insisted they were fine. Unlike him, Harry had Blaise to take comfort in, and Severus almost hated him for it.

He took another swig from the bottle, and laughed when he realized he had drunk almost half of it already. With another hysterical laugh he swallowed almost a quarter of the bottle in one go.

He closed his eyes and smiled softly, as he allowed the memory to play back.

Voldemort smiled softly, and wrapped an arm around Severus’ waist. The Potions Master smiled at his lover and kissed the elder Wizards neck.

“Must you go after those infernal Potters?” Severus asked sulkily.

“Yes, love, I must. They must be eliminated.”

Severus opened his mouth, and allowed Voldemort’s tongue entry when they kissed. “Be careful, if the prophecy is real Tom, it could be dangerous.”

“Nothing will go wrong,” Voldemort assured his lover, before leading him by the hand to their bedroom. Severus had followed readily, and allowed himself to be stripped. The one time he gave up his precious control, was in bed with his love. He moaned as Voldemort’s hands roamed his now naked body.

He returned the favour: first by stripping the Dark Lord, and then by pressing kisses to his neck and chest, before licking the man’s nipples. “Salazar, Severus, but your tongue is talented.” The Potions Master only looked up and smirked, before going back to laving his lover’s chest.

Voldemort pushed Severus back onto the bed and spread his legs wide. He grabbed a jar of lubricant out of the draw in the bedside cabinet and slathered up his fingers. He stretched his lover as far as he could, while brushing his fingers over Severus’ prostate at every opportunity. Severus was moaning now, his head thrashing from side to side as he bucked his hips. Voldemort finally deemed him ready, and rubbed some lube across his erection. In one thrust he was fully seated inside of his lover.

They moved together frantically, both released moans and groans of pleasure, and desperate shouts for more. Voldemort dusted kisses across his lover’s sweaty face and neck and Severus bit down on Voldemort’s collarbone as he stifled a scream.

“Let it out love.” Voldemort ordered.

And so Severus did, when he came, moments later as Voldemort’s cock stabbed his prostate repeatedly, he screamed loudly. Loud enough for those outside the room to hear. Voldemort smirked, and in two, three, four more thrust he was coming too, he own release shattering his control because he roared as well.

They panted heavily as they came down from their high. Severus cast a tempus charm and almost jumped from the bed. “Come on Tom, we’re going to be late.”

“You weren’t very eager earlier.”

“I feel much better now, much more relaxed.” Severus confessed and Voldemort gifted him with a rare smile, before standing and dressing as well. “Let’s get those Potters, shall we?” Voldemort laughed and opened the door for his younger lover.

Severus bit his bottom lip as he opened his eyes and searched the dark room, desperately looking for any sign of his lover. When he found no one, his resolve cracked. Slowly, his eyes glazed over and his bottom lip trembled. One tear escaped from the corner of his eye and trailed slowly down his cheek and over his lips before dripping off his chin. He heaved slightly as he fought to calm himself down.

It was no use; now that he had started, he couldn’t stop. As if by magic, what had been one tear now became almost one hundred as he buried his face in his hands and pulled his legs up so he could hug his knees. And he cried.

He cried, and he drank what was left of the Firewhiskey before ordering a House Elf to fetch more. And he drank some out of the new bottle and he cried harder. And he remembered more of his moments with Voldemort, before and after the botched attempt on Harry Potter’s life, and then he cried some more. He cried for himself, and his lover, and he cried for his Godson’s, and his best friends and their wives.

He cried for Harry and Blaise who had to be there, and he cried for Lucius because the man had been unable to protect them. He cried for Voldemort, and his sudden surge of Gryffindorish idiocy, because it had killed the man. And he cried for his selfishness because if Voldemort hadn’t have gone, Harry would have been raped.

But most of all, he cried for himself. Because he missed Voldemort and he was lonely. And he cried because he was too much of a coward to seek Harry out and talk to the teen.

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In Harry’s old room, the one beside Draco’s, Millicent Bulstrode sat with Pansy Parkinson, and they looked over invitations. Harry’s birthday was coming up and they’d be damned if he let it pass. The adults were busy or grieving, or they decided Harry wouldn’t want a party, but the teens wouldn’t listen. If Harry could drag himself downstairs for five minute to wish Draco a happy 13th birthday, he could come down for an hour on his own day.

Millicent looked over the invites again, “where do the Weasley’s live?”

“Um, The Burrow, I think.” Pansy whispered. She looked over to the door separating Harry and Draco’s room and sighed sadly. “Poor Dray, he hasn’t slept a wink since the night they came back here.”

Ignoring Pansy, because Millicent really couldn’t talk about why Draco was so depressed without giving away his secret, she asked, “Where does Granger live again?”

“I don’t know, give it to Hedwig, she’ll know it by heart I presume.” Pansy muttered, still staring at the closed, locked and warded door. “I wonder if there is anyone else Harry would want to invite?” Millicent shrugged.

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Draco’s room was usually the brighter of the boy’s. Because his walls were green, the light from outside would shine off of them, in the way only magic could accomplish, and cause the rest of the room to be bathed in pale green light. Harry used to say it reminded him of the Killing Curse. Draco had taken one look at his brother’s lightening bolt shaped scar and insisted on having the walls painted silver, like Harry’s. But the brunette laughed and told Draco he liked the effect, and like the sappy older Brother Draco was, he kept the walls green.

As Draco looked around the room, he wished he hadn’t listened. Rather than cheer him up to think of Harry liking the colour, he could only image Voldemort bathed in green as he died. And Draco assumed that was what Harry thought about when he thought of Draco’s room. If he even remembered Draco that is. Now that Blaise was Harry’s “boyfriend” no one else got a look in.

“By the gods Harry I miss you.”

Draco sat up, and slowly got off of the bed. He stood still for a moment, allowing the blood time to get to his legs and feet. He wiggled his toes as he felt the familiar feeling that was described as ‘pins and needles’. When it was gone, he walked towards the full-length mirror beside his bed: in full view of the window to ensure maximum light when he was preening.

He swallowed heavily as he looked into it. All he could see was his reflection, and it wasn’t flattering. His cheeks were sunken, his hair was matted, and his eyes had dark rings around them as well as being bloodshot. He was sickly pale and thin: he hadn’t slept or eaten properly since their return to Malfoy Manor.

The Mirror laughed at him, “Not looking your best are you, boy.”

“No,” Draco sad stiffly, while turning his head away, “I don’t feel my best either.”

The Mirror made a noncommittal noise, but stayed quiet. Draco took another deep breath and stared at his refection. The Mirror Draco had his hands on his hips, and flipped his lank, dirty hair out of his eyes. “Get on with it.” He huffed.

“Hello Harry. How are you?”

The Mirror raised an eyebrow.

“You’re right. Stupid questions, ‘how are you?’ stupid Draco!” He coughed, and started again. “So, are you and Blaise you know serious or are you just passing the time?” He ran his hands through his hair growling, while the Mirror laughed. “Right, shouldn’t imply he’s a slut. Bad Draco.

“Ok take three, heya Harry, I was wondering, maybe if you and Blaise don’t work out if you might want to go on a date with me?”

The Mirror pouted slightly, before giving Draco the once over. “If this Harry was me, I’d say no. You look a state. With any luck this Blaise one can wash, at the very least.”

“SHUT UP!” Draco screeched and gabbed a book of the floor and flung it at the mirror. When he looked at it next, there was a crack down the centre and two Mirror Draco’s smirking at him.

“Is that the best you got lover boy?” The asked in unison, their words sounding like an echo.

Draco sighed in frustration, “must throw you out,” he muttered before moving to the Falcons poster on the wall. “So, Harry. You may not have noticed but I like you, and I know I shouldn’t because we’re Brother’s but you were adopted so it’s not incest. And anyway I was wondering if it didn’t work out with Blaise,” the Mirror coughed behind him, “and I revert back to my usually standard of hygiene, would you consider going on a date with me? If not I won’t mine, it’s not like I’m in love with you or anything,” he laughed nervously and began to fiddle with the hem of his robes. “And anyway, it’s one date not a marriage proposal so yeah. Don’t look at me like that Harry! I told you, it’s not wrong: we aren’t really related!

“No, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Of course I love you,” he laughed nervously again, “um, I meant. Well you’re family, and yeah. I’m not in love with you. If I was I wouldn’t tell you now anyway, cause that would scare you off… not that I’m in love with you, because I’m not. I’m not, really. So Harry, about this date then?”

A small laugh from the doorway caused Draco to whirl around, his face a priceless mask of horror. “M-Millie? Um, well what-”

“That isn’t really Harry you know.”

“Well, yeah, I know. And it’s not Harry anyway, I said Harraly not Harry. It’s this girl, and I met her in the summer and yeah.”

“Oh, a girl named Harraly who you met this summer, while wasting away in your room? I see now,” Millicent laughed at him and Draco had the grace to blush. “I already told you I wouldn’t tell. That’s your decision. But I think Harry may like you.” Draco looked sceptical. “No really, the way he’s going through lovers he obviously thinks they are missing something, a spark or a feeling. Maybe you can cause that feeling.”

“What do you want Millicent?” Draco sighed.

“You know where Harry is right?” Draco nodded. “Good, we need you to ask him who else he’d invite to a party. This is your chance to ask him for yourself as well. If you get me.” Millicent turned without waiting for an answer and left the room.

With a groan, Draco banged his head against the wall. He rolled his eyes as he heard the Mirror Draco’s laughing at him, and left the room.

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Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sat stiffly on the couch in their bedroom. Lucius sipped from a crystal glass filled with white wine and Narcissa had her hands folded in her lap. Both of them watched the fireplace. Wizards had their own versions of Digital Versatile Disks and they were called Floo Versatile Disks, or FVD for short. The FVD they were watching was a home video of the day they all went to the beach, the summer Harry turned ten.

Both of the adults’ eyes were riveted to the shimmering image visible in the fireplace. The scene they were watching had taken place after Narcissa had snapped the picture of Blaise, Harry and Draco together. The same picture Harry had in a photo frame Hermione Granger had given him for his twelfth birthday. That same photo frame that rested on the mantelpiece over the fireplace.

Voldemort ran across the sand towards the sea, Harry was running in front of him. While Voldemort wasn’t feeling his best that day, he was well enough to enjoy time well spent with his Nephew.

“I’m going to catch you brat.”

“Nah uh! Never!” Harry shrieked as Voldemort kicked sand at his back.

“Run, run as fast as you can Harry.” Voldemort laughed as Harry turned his head to flash a grin.

“You won’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man,” the child giggled as he ran into the water and right through the incoming wave.

“Don’t go out so far Harry,” Voldemort warned but Harry just ran faster. He leaned forwards and started to swim, trying to catch up with his wayward Nephew. “Harry, stop! Come back!” He shouted as Harry was bowled over by another wave. The child surfaced moments later sputtering and soaking wet, but still smiling.

“Come on Tom!” he shouted, waving at the man, “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,” Harry chanted as he continued to wade further out. Back at the beach Narcissa screamed at Voldemort to do something. Lucius had to keep her on the beach as she tried to run for the water, forgetting she couldn’t actually swim. Severus continued to film everyone, paying close attention to Harry. Magic being the only reason the observers could hear what the two in the water were saying.

“I’ll hold you over a bloody candle stick if you don’t come back here!” Voldemort threatened and swam faster.

“Have to catch me first!” Harry giggled, before being pulled under by a wave. “Tom, Tom the Piper’s son stole a pig and away he run,” Harry cried as he surfaced again, he didn’t look happy this time.

“The pig was eat, and I’ll beat you, Harry. Come back here!” Voldemort answered gruffly. Harry was pulled under and instead of a giggle he let out a scream.

“TOM! HELP!” He waved his arms and tried to swim back towards the beach but he was too far out, and the waves were pulling him back. Voldemort contemplated using magic to summon Harry and then ‘Obliviating’ all the Muggles present, but he knew better than to announce his presence. “HELP!”

With a hiss of frustration, Voldemort dived under the water and changed into his animagus form, which was unsurprisingly a snake, before swimming faster towards Harry and wrapping himself around the boy’s ankle. He pulled Harry in as far as he thought was safe before turning back into Voldemort and surfacing. He hugged Harry tight as the boy clung to him sobbing, before he swam dragging Harry with him into the shallows.

On the beach Harry was group hugged and kissed and cried on, and then Voldemort was treated to the same. When they others had their go, Severus dropped the camera and everything went black.

“Uncle Sev! Get off me!” Harry cried, though the picture was black it was easy to guess they were hugging. The image shifted and began to fizzle out. The last thing that was heard was Voldemort saying:

“Caught you, Gingerbread man.” Harry giggled at him, “I’ll always save you.” And then there was a static buzzing as the FVD finished.

Narcissa sniffed but didn’t move to wipe away her tears. Lucius let his glass drop to the floor, but didn’t react as the crystal shattered. They both sat and stared quietly, until Spiffy popped into the room and changed the FVD for the pair.

“I miss him,” Narcissa whispered as the next disk started.

“Me too Cissa, me too,” Lucius answered his wife quietly. Spiffy placed another drink in his hand, but he didn’t notice.

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Draco entered Harry’s new room and looked around quickly. It was empty so he went to Blaise’s. He pushed to door open and walked inside, before freezing in his tracks. Harry and Blaise were in the bed, on top of the sheets, naked and tangled together. Their clothes were strewn across the floor and there was a half empty shower cream bottle on the bed beside them. Draco sniffed quietly and slowly backed out of the room, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face.

Green orbs watched his brother retreat, but Harry said nothing. If Draco wanted to start something, he was welcome to, but Harry couldn’t work up the energy to really care about much anymore.

Draco pulled the door closed behind him, and ran back to his own room. He warded the door behind him and flung himself onto the bed. He cried himself to sleep, ignoring the Mirror Dracos’ laughter and trying to forget the image playing behind closed eyelids.

Everything I Know

And Anywhere I Go Away

It Gets Hard But It Won’t Take Away My Love

And When The Last One Falls

When It’s All Said And Done

It Gets Hard But It Won’t Take Away My Love

I’m Here Without You Baby

But You’re Still On My Lonely Mind

I Think About You Baby

And I Dream About You All The Time

I’m Here Without You Baby

But You’re Still With Me In My Dreams

And Tonight It’s Only You And Me

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Ok, there is chapter one of Year 3… Hope you liked it. Please review! I have the next chapter of this finished, so I’ll update as soon as I get some reviews. :P

Also, I updated KISS ME DEADLY and by some miracle wrote a second chapter, which will be out soon too. MIRROR IMAGE will be up shortly; I’m 1000+ words into Chapter 8.

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