Hey everyone! I'm very sorry that it took me so long to update. I had a bit of an accident with my hand so...yea. Anyways, here's the finale! It's shorter, but not by much and hope you all enjoy it. I want to thank all of you who have reviewed and those who added me to their favorites/alerts. It means a lot to me!
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ON WITH THE STORY!
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Harry's back molded the plush duvet around his frame, sighing in content as lips found their way to his slender neck intending on leaving bruising marks. A larger frame hovered over him, his body lying comfortably between the teen's legs. A hand slithered up and under the raven's shirt to grope at the bare skin. Lucius trapped a dusky bud with his fingertips, tweaking it to get a response. A moan dragged from the elf's perfect cupid bow lips. Malfoy bunched Harry's t-shirt up to his shoulders. Smirking, his mouth moved south to latch onto the teen's nipple, suckling the fleshy bud. Another, longer, moan escaped from the Gryffindor. The blonde flashed a wolfish grin, ceasing the abuse on the nipple and moving his hands to splay over Harry's smooth stomach. He relished in the soft feeling skin stretched over taunt muscle. He made sure he stopped at the navel to trace the round area. Moving along, he opened his hand and cupped the teen's groin with a growl.
"Oh hell…" Harry groaned, arching his black slightly at the friction. Lucius pushed his palm firmly into the material of the raven's jeans. He could feel Harry's member harden from his touch as he palmed the teen through his jeans, Harry gasping and mewling all the while. He whined when the blonde removed his hand, opting to remove his own shirt and start on his mate's pants. Once the offending articles were gone, he plucked up the elastic of Harry's boxer briefs, resisting the urge to laugh as a dark red washed over the other's face.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. You're all mine and I'm going to love every inch of you." His hand dipped under the elastic band and tugged them down to the raven's ankles. Harry instinctively kicked them off, spreading his legs further as Lucius moved closer. The blonde tucked his hand under his lover's knees and bent them over his shoulder as his leaned down. Glancing up, he felt even more blood get redirected from his brain to his groin. His little elf's face was flushed, long hair tousled under his head, and beautiful verdant eyes dark from arousal. He closed his mouth around the head of Harry's length. The wet heat from the aristocrat's mouth sent the raven's body on fire. He bucked his hips inadvertently only to have two large hands pin his hips to the mattress. The blonde took him in further, humming around the engorged flesh. Harry wriggled and writhed under the older man. Cries of ecstasy soon filled the room as a tight coil of white fire pooled in his abdomen. The raven's hands were clutching the duvet, still attempting to buck his hips for more friction. Suddenly, his mate pulled away. A whimper pulled from his throat.
"Hold tight, young one. I'm not done with you yet." Lucius whispered as he reached over into the drawer of the table next to the bed. Pulling out a small jar of lube, he lifted himself to sit back on his haunches, Harry's legs falling to either side of him. He needed skin to skin contact and his own pants were preventing that. Ridding himself of his pants, he pulled Harry's legs up to rest on his hips. His slipped three of his fingers into the slick jelly, then ringed his index finger around the teen's pucker. The raven flinched at the contact.
"Just relax, take a deep breath." Pushing the digit through, he felt the tight ring of muscles contract. The blonde used his free hand to tease the head of his mate's shaft as he curled the finger inside the younger man. Harry gasped, his muscles loosening from the pleasure. The foreign feeling was forgotten as the pleasure became overwhelming. Loose enough, Lucius thrust another finger in and quickly made a scissoring motion. The elf bit his lip, the action causing a sharp pain to dance up his spine. Malfoy changed the direction of his motion, a feral grin spreading across his face from the response he received. Harry shouted in pleasure, the sensation fully wiping away any traces of pain. He arched himself up from the bed to give his mate an even better angle to move at, pushing back hard on the digits. Lucius plunged his last finger in, thrusting furiously until pre-cum was dripping in pearly droplets from his lover and his own member was so hard it ached. The aristocrat retracted his hand and dipped his fingers back into the lube to slather himself up. He positioned himself before the teen's stretched entrance, and leaned forward to bring them face to face.
"Ready?" He asked, staring longingly into Harry's lust-filled orbs. The raven nodded, ragged pants escaping his mouth.
"Merlin yes, please before I explode." Lucius chuckled at the desperation in the other's voice. Clutching the teen under his knees, he began to sink himself into his mate's heat. Harry abused his bottom lip to hold back his yelp of pain, the feeling of being split into two, like something was ripping into his body. Once Lucius was buried to the hilt, he strained his neck to latch his lips onto the raven's, plundering his mouth. As Harry's eyes fluttering closed, tears fell from his eyes and gathered in his lashes. Their slick muscles fought for domination, the elf giving up in the end and letting his self be devoured.
When he was comfortable enough, Harry rocked his hips as a signal to move. Lucius let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure exactly how much longer he could have waited. The blonde pulled back out before slamming back in, both men groaning. Malfoy set a slow pace to get his lover accustomed to the action, a steady pace of in and out, withdrawing and slamming back. Soon they were at a punishing rhythm, the blonde thrust down in fast movements as the raven thrust up. The young savior was soon screaming in pleasure. Sweat beaded at his brow and long hair was beginning to cling to the moisture accumulating on his back. The coil in his stomach returned and was reaching an unbearable limit. With another thrust, the raven arched his spine sharply and cried out his completion with his lover's name. Feeling hot muscles clamp around his arousal, Lucius let himself be milked of his essence, grunting out Harry's name as well. Their body's came down from their highs and collapsed together in a gasping pile of tangled limbs.
"Amazing." Harry managed between pants. Lucius smirked, tucking his smile into his mate's neck. Harry muttered a quick cleansing charm on the both of them.
"Indeed." The blonde replied, rolling onto his side. Lucius pulled the teen close, wanting the comfort of finally being able to hold his mate. Harry snuggled into the embrace, sighing heavily as the other's chin rested on top of his silky locks.
"We should sleep for now. We'll have an encounter with Dumbledore in the morning." Lucius said, closing his eyes.
"It's to be expected. He won't lie down knowing I'm free to do as I please. He'll be ready to really put up a fight in the morning." Harry replied, closing his eyes as well.
"Don't fret, so will we." Sleep came surprisingly easy to the couple.
The morning sun broke through the blinds, long streaks of golden lights dancing over the floor. Harry inhaled a deep breath as he woke with the feeling of wholeness floating in his heart and a possessive arm draped over his waist. Yawning, he rolled onto his back and away from the solid chest he was using as a pillow. He stretched, the duvet slipping off of his body and the warm sun basking over his naked form. Cracking open his eyes, he grinned broadly seeing his lover's silver eyes observing his morning habit.
"Good Morning." Harry greeted, snuggling back into his mate's chest. Lucius leaned over and placed a kiss on the raven locks.
"Indeed it is." The aristocrat chuckled, pulling the elf close to him. After lying in a comfortable silence for a few moments, Harry spoke.
"I suppose we should get up. Dumbledore must not wait, you know." The blonde veela smirked.
"I suppose so then." Both climbed out of the bed, stretching, yawning, and complaints from Harry being tossed between them. The blonde chuckled darkly, grabbing his little mate's wrist and dragging him towards the bathroom.
"Since we're both in need of a shower…" The man started. The raven haired elf laughed and allowed for himself to be led blindly into the other room.
A very dirty shower later, Lucius was dressed for the day in his usual black slacks and dark robes, clutching his snake head cane by his side. Harry emerged from the bathroom moments later. He was dressed in a V-neck forest green tee that clung to his slender frame with a black and white plaid button up over it that he left open and a pair of dark wash jeans that just so happened to be tight in all the right places. The teen had tied his long silken hair into a loose braid, allowing his pointed ears and piercings to be seen clearly. Lucius blinked at the glimmer of a two small metal hoops sitting in the cartilage of the younger's ears. The blonde sauntered over to his mate, his fingers gently caressing the thin pieces of silver.
"When did you get these?" He asked, genuinely curious. Harry's hand came up to his ear, surprised to find the piercings.
"Oh, years ago I had my cartilage pierced. I forget they're there sometimes." Harry explained absently. Malfoy nodded.
"Do you not like them?" Lucius shook his head furiously.
"Quite the opposite, I'm simply surprised I didn't notice them earlier." Harry sniggered and turned away to check his appearance in the mirror.
"I think we were a bit preoccupied earlier." He retorted. Lucius laughed in response.
"Ready?" The aristocrat asked, coming up behind the younger. He could practically feel the anxiety pouring from Harry's nerves.
"As I'll ever be, I guess." Lucius spread his arms to welcome his lover. Harry twisted himself to be wrapped in his arms tightly. With a sigh, the raven broke away from the embrace and made his way into the hall, his mate on his heels.
As per usual, the Great Hall was buzzing with early morning chatter. The entire staff had taken their seats at the head table whispering amongst themselves about this and that. The house tables were mostly full, surprising for the first morning of a week-long class cancelation. Hermione was the first to spot the raven.
"Harry!" She cried out as she rose from the table. He flinched at her volume and from also feeling a pair of glaring blue eyes lock onto his figure from across the hall. The teen glanced up at the old man, staring back with equal intensity. Albus gracefully stood from his seat, spreading his arms in mock welcome.
"How nice of you to join us, my boy." The Headmaster said, sarcasm dripping from his words. Harry rolled his eyes, the entire room growing silent to watch the exchange. He felt the weight of two large hands drop onto his shoulders.
"Don't let him bait you, Harry. Think rationally. Be calm and take it on your terms." The raven nodded, his eyes never leaving the old wizard before him as he waltzed up to Dumbledore who had made his own way down from behind the table. The old wizard sneered as the teen sauntered up to him with a smirk.
"It's always pleasure to see you Albus." He could hear the gasps from the other professors from using his given name. Said man cocked his head. By now, the Great Hall had grown completely quiet, not a person dared to miss a single word spoken. His best friends were standing near his mate at a close enough distance that if needed, they could step in to help. Feeling the centering of Dumbledore's magic, Harry thought fast. He silently cast a shield around the tables filled with innocent bystanders and the people behind him. Lucius cried out the moment he felt his lover's magic wash over him. Even Snape stood from the head table at the feeling.
"Expulso!" The gray wizard shouted, thrusting his arm at the teen. Too concerned for keeping those around him safe, Harry didn't have the chance to protect himself. The ground underneath his feet exploded. He was sent flying, impacting the floor near the door on his back and sliding into the wall.
"HARRY!" Lucius screamed. Draco's hands were pressed flat against the shield while Hermione was running through her head ideas of how to overpower the shield. The brunette pulled out her wand, muttering "finite incantatem." Her magic was repelled by the shield and sent back at her, undoing the spell on her hair that kept it in less of a bushy mess. Ron shook his head.
"'Mione, you know we can't break his spell. We can only sit here until he lets us free." Ron dragged a hand through his shaggy hair, his concern for Harry causing his heart to plummet. The onlookers cheered out in relief when the elf pushed his body up effortlessly and stood in a ready position. Blood dripped in thin lines from the small scratches on his cheek. Using his thumb, he wiped away the drying liquid, also subconsciously healing the insignificant wounds.
"Attacking inside with other students so close to danger, you know better than that Albus." Said man growled and threw another spell. Recognizing it as the severing hex, Harry dodged by flinging his body to the left and threw back his own spell to disarm the man. A quick shield deflected Harry's disarming spell.
"Incendio!" Dumbledore called out. Harry's body tensed as he brought up his hands. The flame slowed before him and was swallowed by his hands, leaving the raven chuckling.
"I'm an elemental, remember? The elements are on my side! Fiendfyre." He shot back. The fire shot out like arrows from his hand, spreading out in the form of a large dragon. The vicious fire lit the room ablaze, sweat dripping from Harry's brow. The headmaster brought his wand up with a cry of the flame freezing charm. He let the flames run over him without a second thought. They were then absorbed into the shield behind him protecting the head table.
"You're only toying with me, boy. Let me show you how a true wizard duels. Obliviate." Harry's eyes widened slightly as the spell caught him. His emerald eyes screwed shut as he felt the spell rummage through his mind, searching for any and all memories regarding his heritage and knowledge of Dumbledore's manipulation.
Lucius slammed his fists against the shield. He could feel the shield beginning to fall, the magic growing weaker. Harry was losing himself in his own mind. The elf's eyes cracked open slowly, revealing two glazed over orbs. The shield was almost completely gone. The blonde Slytherin clawed at the shield. It couldn't go down like this. There was no way in hell he was going to simply stand by and let the old man erase everything he had been waiting for since he came of age. Suddenly, like a rubber band, the shield snapped back to full strength once again. The fog in Harry's eyes cleared, showing the rekindled fire burning in them. Draco glanced at his father in question. The older Malfoy turned his attention back to Harry, a broad smile spreading over his face from ear to ear.
"It won't work, Albus. Your mind games never truly worked before. Do you think they'll work at all now? You're the one that always said that my mother's love protects me. Didn't you think it would protect me from even you if it had to?" Dumbledore pulled his lips back in a snarl, anger evident. Spreading his arms, he brought them together to clap once, vanishing before everyone. The raven haired wizard could hear the cries of his fellow students and friends from behind his shield. He turned himself slowly, cautious that Dumbledore could appear anywhere. His eyes met his lover's eyes, deep concern filling them to the brim. Sucking in a deep breath, Harry relaxed his shoulders and used his magic as a probe, searching for the old man in the room.
"Harry, don't let him fool you." He heard Severus call out in the distance. Everyone knew that Dumbledore was a powerful wizard, yet no one knew the true extent of his power. The man could pull anything out from his sleeve. A crack of apparition shocked Harry, his eyes flying open to see Dumbledore standing before him. The old wizard clutched the teen's arm and opened his mouth to speak when the doors to the Great Hall slammed open.
"Albus Dumbledore, you're being charged for using magic on an unwilling child, putting a child's life at risk, neglect of a child under your guardianship, and for assaulting the same child on Hogwarts ground." Nymphadora Tonks stated in a strong voice, her hair a vibrant fuchsia to match her highly aggravated mood. She had her wand aimed directly at Dumbledore's heart, waiting for him to make a move. Albus' face distorted into a shocked expression then scoffed at the woman.
"You may put me in Azkaban, but you'll never find him." In an instant, Harry vanished from the room with a loud crack. The shield around the bystanders fell because of his disappearance. Hermione flung herself to Ron's side, crying helplessly. The elder Malfoy lunged at the old man, gripping the front of his periwinkle robes, snarling and spitting in rage.
"Where the hell did you send him?" He hissed. The Headmaster tossed his head back as he laughed maniacally.
"To death's door! His appearance will activate my spell. You don't have the time to save him!" Lucius shoved the man away from him with a harsh glare, whipping around on his heels. The other two of the Golden Trio, plus Draco, followed Lucius from the room, the potions professor sneaking out as well. The aurors quickly detained Dumbledore by placing a magic absorbing cuff around his bicep so that he wouldn't be able to use his magic in captivity.
"He sent him to death's door. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I swear to Merlin, if it weren't for the fact that the aurors were in there, I would have slaughtered him myself!" Lucius roared as he entered the empty potions class. Severus entered behind him, making a beeline directly over to the bookshelf and skimming the titles. Hermione stood still with a finger on the corner of her lip, deep in thought. Ron and Draco both settled on glaring down at the floor.
"To death's door. To death's door." The older blonde mumbled. A loud smack of a hard backed tome landing on the table shocked the room. Hermione was flipping through pages in the tome, Severus almost dropping a smaller text from his hands. Her slender fingers frantically flipped through the pages, a strained expression on her face.
"Death's door," She said, finally stopping on a page and tracing the sentence with his finger.
"It's a nickname for the veil at the ministry, the one Sirius fell into. It's a large archway that holds the souls of all the wizards and witches when they pass. It's like heaven in a sort except instead of God's, we pass Merlin's judgment." Ron nodded as she spoke.
"But Dumbledore said that he had set a spell that would be activated as soon as Harry appeared. That spell could be anything. An illusion that mentally pulls Harry into the veil or even something that physically forces him in." Ron explained. The room nodded with him. Severus cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Albus used what is known as the "porta motus," literally meaning a portal of movement. It's used to move something, usually, inanimate, to another location of the user's choice. Because Albus thinks of Harry as a possession, he could use the spell on him." Severus explained.
"Then we need to get to the ministry. I just got Harry as my mate and I'll be damned if I lose him to that old fuck." Lucius growled, standing and moving over to the fireplace with Severus behind him. When the teens stood, the blonde turned to them.
"I know that you all worry about him, but I'm not letting you all follow us. We don't know what to expect and I'm not risking your lives. Severus and I will go, retrieve Harry, and return." Draco gaped indignantly.
"I'm going whether you like it or not!" He argued. Lucius visibly winced. Never had he heard Draco raise his voice and definitely not to him.
"Draco, you will not—," The younger blonde raised his hand to his father.
"I owe Harry a life debt. Not only that, but in some twisted way, he's about to become my step-father. I'm not going to just sit back and wonder if you'll make it in time! Just let me go, we're wasting time now!" His father huffed and turned away.
"Fine, but you can only blame yourself if you get injured." Draco smiled with victory, tossing a wink to his red headed friend. Hermione curled herself into Ron's arms and watched as, one by one, they grabbed a hand full of floo powder and disappeared.
"You think they'll be alright?" She asked. Her boyfriend gave a watery smile.
"When Harry's involved, I never really know if anything will be alright, but I always hope so."
Harry groaned, rolling from his side to his back. His hand carded through the loose locks of hair that had come free from his braid. The feeling of bitter coldness bit into his exposed flesh, causing him to open his eyes. The raven pushed his body up from the stone floor with his right arm, twisting his head from side to side to observe his surroundings. What appeared to be filing cabinets lined the walls from floor to ceiling and a thick fog danced around the circular room.
"What the hell? What did that bastard do now?" The elf lifted his self from the floor, still looking around for a clue as to where he was. Turning fully around, Harry came face to face with a large portal. Inside of it was a swirling mist of souls begging silently to be freed. The room was mostly dark, the only light dangling over the veil. His chest suddenly felt tight. His thoughts flew a mile a minute around that horrible night nearly two years ago, the same night that haunts his mind every single time he tries to sleep.
"He sent me to the ministry?" He asked aloud. A shiver fell down his spine as soft footsteps approached him.
"Harry?" A voice called from the mist. The teens emerald eyes stared into the blurry depths. A single form edged closer, slowly coming into view. A thin man around six feet tall with stringy ebony hair and dulled blue-gray eyes was soon standing before him.
"Sirius?" The elf gasped out, eyes wide from shock.
"Harry, it's so good to see you. I've missed you so much." The spirit said, forced happiness in his voice not going unnoticed. He outstretched his hand, wishing for Harry to take his. The teen hesitantly brought his hand up, fingers inching towards his godfather's own bony digits. The other man suddenly jerked his hand away. Both of his hands clutched at his head, pulling the long strands of hair in what seemed like pain.
"Sirius? What's wrong?" Harry shouted, instinctively taking a step back.
the imperious curse." The teen reached a hand out, but then cradled it to his chest.
"He wants me to reach for you, touch the veil, and die. That fucking bastard!" Sirius' hands relaxed, simply detangling from his wild nest of hair. The familiar brightness returned to his eyes.
"Harry! Oh, Harry! How wonderful it is to see you again! When did you get here?" He shouted, pure happiness pouring from him. The younger raven gave a grim smile at the repetition.
"The same to you Sirius. I've been here only a few minutes. I—I thought I'd never see you again. How is this possible?" The animagus sighed heavily.
"I wasn't killed before I was sent through the veil, Harry. Therefore, I'm forced to sit in what is pretty much the midpoint. Sooner or later, they'll make their decision of where I am to go." Harry nodded, aware but not happy.
"So there is nothing else? I miss you so much, Sirius." The other nodded. Suddenly, muted pops sounded throughout the room. Sirius' mouth dropped open and his eyes turned frantic.
"Harry, you must get out of here!" The teen flipped around. Dead corpses trudged towards him, limp arms dangling in front of them. The young wizard took a step back only to feel the veil's suction trying to capture him.
"No, this was his back-up plan. If I didn't jump in after you, he wanted to have the inferi force me in. It's impossible for me to escape. There are anti-apparition wards here. I can feel their constraint and with no portkey, I can't leave!" He cried. Sirius reached out, wanting desperately to help his godson. Harry took another step back, the silent call of the souls becoming whispers in his ears.
"Fire, Harry! You need to use fire to keep them back!" The teen jumped, thrusting out his arm.
"Incendio!" He cried. Thick flames burst from his hand, licking the corpses. The closer ones screamed from the heat, recoiling back to the edges of the room. Harry watched as the fire poured from his hand, still amazed at his ability to tame the elements. The whispering souls had lost their voices again and the suction of the veil had lost its grip on him, instead a soft tugging came from it. It felt like two arms embracing him, loving him. Lucius. The elf shook his head to clear his mind and set his face in a firm mask.
Sirius watched the teenager. He didn't use a wand like every other wizard does and the very same teen used to. It seemed almost familiar to him though, like he had known someone else with the same skill. He finally got a good look at his godson. He noticed the long black braid hanging down his back and the softly pointed ears poking out. Again, it was like he had seen this all before. But who?
Come. A voice whispered gently, the word echoing in Harry's ear. He whipped his head to the side it came from. No one.
Come. Your sacrifices must be paid. It continued in his other ear. He snapped his head to the opposite side. Again, no one was there. Something, more like someone wanted him in the veil. Was it a trick, someone trying to pull one over on him? Was all of it just to see him finally die? A heavy sigh left his lips. Pure defeat.
"Sirius,I can't hold them back forever. There's no way out." He turned to look back at his godfather, tears starting to gather in his eyes. There were so many things he would be leaving behind, his friends, his adoptive family, and above all his mate. His arms dropped to his sides, stopping the flow of fire. The animagus bowed his head, his heart clenching. The raven haired teen closed his eyes and took a cautious step forward.
"Harry, what are you doing? No! You can't, Harry! You don't have to do this! We can find a way to get you out of here. You don't have to sacrifice anything more, Harry!" Sirius shouted, trying to convince the teen against stepping into the veil.
"No Sirius, this is what I have to do. I can't really explain it, but I need to do this." The bitter cold air swept across his face and directly behind him was a mob of flesh craving inferi. Either way he went, there was no way out. His only choice became peaceful or painful? Harry sucked in a deep breath and threw his body into the veil.
Draco tumbled through the floo, rolling into his father's legs. Lucius glanced down, a smirk across his lips.
"Alright there, son?" The younger blonde huffed and quickly picked himself off the floor.
"Just fine, thanks for the help." Severus cleared his throat.
"Now if we're done being children, shut your damn mouths. We need to find Harry. The veil should be at the end of this corridor if I remember correctly." The men took off in a run, passing several more black marble fire places. Lucius almost slipped as they passed the room lined with book shelves filled with hundreds of thousands of swirling glass balls. The last time he was here, he was fighting against Harry. Now, he was searching for the love of his life. He chuckled under his breath, gaining strange looks from both his son and friend. The towering door soon came into clear view, its ornate molding slithering along the wood.
"This is it!" Lucius said, grabbing the two metal handles and pushing with all his strength. The doors opened to see a sight that stopped their hearts. In front of them were hordes of inferi, all marching towards the veil where Harry was standing. He had closed his eyes and spread his arms to welcome to feel of the veil. Dropping his self forward, the mist enveloped him.
"NO!" The older Malfoy screamed. The inferi turned sluggishly to face them. Rage consumed his entire being as he flicked out his wand, Severus doing the same. His veela growled, the loss of his mate the only thing on his mind. He could feel his heart tearing itself apart, the impossible pain of losing his other half. If there were helpful things that the Dark Lord had thought them, a quick way to banish a mass amount of inferi was one.
"'Adolebit incessu mortuus'." They shouted in unison. Draco stood behind them both, peeking out only to watch the spells' effects. From their wands shot ropes of fire. They twined tightly around the inferi, burning them to ash before moving on to the next. In the matter of seconds, the floor was covered with nothing but ash. The teen wizard darted from around his elders, making his way to the veil. Lucius was close behind him, ready to stop him if needed. However, Draco skidded to a stop directly before the misty doorway.
"Father, he went in there." The blonde man sighed heavily. His voice grew thick in his throat. He turned away from the veil, gripping his son's shoulder firmly to direct him away as well.
"We're just going to leave?" Draco cried and tried to wiggle out of his father's grasp. Lucius stopped short, twisting around.
"Draco, Harry didn't just go through some doorway. He voluntarily put himself through the veil, a place where spirits are kept. If we go in there to try to get him, we won't come out. No one has been known to return from the veil, Draco. We need to keep living for Harry. Let's go. We will be needed at a trial soon enough." The teen ripped his shoulder from the large hand and stormed back to the door, Severus waiting for his friend to reach his side before following.
'He's Harry Potter. Nothing is impossible. We will find a way.' Draco thought crossly. He grabbed up a handful of floo powder, calling out "Hogwarts' Gates" as he threw it down.
"Harry? Are you alright, Harry?" A shaky voice called out. Said teen screwed his eyes tight before rolling over on to his back. A calloused hand brushed back the hair framing his face. Cracking open an eye, Harry spotted his godfather. Opening both of his eyes, he pushed his body up while moving away.
"Sirius, you…you can touch me. I—I'm dead." Harry gasped out. Sirius closed his eyes and stood up straight.
"No, Harry, you're not dead. We're in limbo. We will die eventually." The older man explained. Harry sighed heavily, carding a hand through his dark hair. His thoughts switched to his friends. Ron and Hermione both left behind after their years of near-death adventures. Draco, the teen he had grown remarkably close to in the last year, would be left to deal with the public looking down on him for his past alliances. Severus would now be lonely on Friday nights when they usually had their late night talks and duels. And Lucius, the love he was never able to truly enjoy. He hadn't even been able to tell him he loved him yet. They hadn't gone on their first date. They hadn't experienced anything of being a true couple, just the simple need to bond after straining themselves for a year. Tears pricked in the back of his eyes.
"This is just my luck. Voldemort's gone and now I'm dead. Nothing can ever be easy for me." Harry pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes.
"Harry Potter, you will not die anytime soon. It is not your destiny to die so young." A deep voice echoed behind them. The teen jumped to his feet, clutching the pocket of his jeans. He swore when he didn't feel his wand, only the muscle in his thigh. 'You broke your wand, you dumbass.' He scolded himself. Not seeing worry on the other man's face, Harry allowed his shoulders to relax, but kept his hand tense, ready to defend. Sirius barely flinched, turning to face the person. Harry's eyes traveled up the figure. His robes were of a shimmering grey material and flowing behind him like water. His long white beard was tied at the end with a black ribbon, matching his long white hair but contrasting greatly his tanned skin. The man's face was etched deeply with wrinkles surrounding his blazing brown eyes. Harry's hand dropped limply to his side.
"M-Merlin." The young savior stuttered out. The elder wizard chuckled slightly.
"Harry, you've come so far. So very far and I'm so proud of you." Still in shock, Harry stood frozen to the floor. Sirius let out a barking laugh. He grabbed his godson's wrist and tugged him forward.
"Harry, it's alright to talk. It's just Merlin." The older man laughed, shoving Harry towards the legendary wizard. He stopped short and bowed his head in respect.
"There is no need to bow to me, Harry. I should be bowing to you." This struck the teen as odd.
"Why would you bow to me?" The raven asked, taking a step back to see the man in his full length.
"Mr. Potter, come, walk with me." Merlin said, turning on his heels and crossing his arms. Harry darted to his side. They journeyed for a moment and Harry finally able take in the surroundings. They had just left a rounded room with an open archway that was obviously showed the veil in the Ministry of Magic. There was a single armchair facing the archway, as if it was put there just for someone, probably Sirius, to look through. The teen sighed. He could only imagine how hard it is for Sirius to sit and watch people go in and out of the room, his existence completely forgotten. The pair was now walking down a narrow hallway, candles hanging from the wall in antique brass holders. Soon, the hallway opened into a large room with two lounge chairs facing one another. The elder wizard took a seat in the one with his back to another archway. He motioned for Harry to take the other.
"Harry, you've faced every obstacle thrown before you without running. Even at times I was sure you were going to run or hide behind Dumbledore like a frightened young pup, you face it all head on. From when you were a child to now, I've never met a man who deserves to be told of his accomplishments more than you, a man who deserved a reward for all you have done without asking for anything in return. Now, Dumbledore was a man who I thought could live up to that, but his greed for the Deathly Hallows did nothing for him. When I saw Dumbledore's plan for you, I knew that was when I had to step in. With your elemental skills or not, you couldn't hold back that number of inferi. I called you into the veil. I took you away from the mortal world to meet me in my world, and that is when Sirius comes into play." Harry arched a brow, scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly. Merlin stuck out his hand and snapped his fingers. Sirius was suddenly by Harry's side, a shocked expression on his face.
"Your destiny has changed. I've changed it myself. A month ago, you were meant to die on this day, but there was a sudden change in your fate Harry that affected many timelines." The teen appeared surprised.
"Lucius. Dumbledore's goal was to keep me away from my mate, but I was united with my mate when my heritage broke through. No one planned for it to come about because of the block Albus put in place. But, how has that changed my fate?" Merlin smiled warmly, reaching out to pat the younger man's knee. With a laugh, he stood from his chair. Sirius began to jump up and down excitedly.
"You received Lily's creature blood! I couldn't think of why you looked so different. I think I've been in here too long. And you found your mate? I remember how Lily was after she found her mate. James and she clicked so perfectly once she turned seventeen. We were a bit surprised about how quickly they grew serious, but then we learned of her true family. Oh Harry, I can just imagine how happy you—oh Harry. You left him behind. I'm so sorry, Harry." The teen's shoulders sagged heavily. Sirius sank to his knees beside the young raven.
"No, no, Harry did not leave him behind. He has left no one behind. Now as I was saying," Merlin said, gesturing for Black to calm down.
"There is new life in you, Harry, a very rare life. That life must be nourished and allowed to bloom so he can brighten this dark world. If you two would touch this, you can go on your way." Merlin thrust out his hand, the air growing tense around the trio. Harry jumped back as a small yellow orb grew out of thin air. The orb solidified from a light sphere to a small golden ball, the size of a marble, attached to a thin black strip of leather. Sirius reached out a finger, waiting for his godson to do the same. Following his lead, the young savior reached out his finger as well and tapped the small orb with him simultaneously.
"I can't believe it." Draco whispered, sitting next to his father in the waiting area.
"Shut up, Draco." Ron scowled. He was sitting across from him, Hermione burying her face into his shoulder. Her sobs of anguish spoke volumes in the near silent room. Draco huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. The potions master was standing by the window, pretending not to be effected by the death of Harry Potter. Inside, his heart was dying. Once again, the young man had been forced to give up everything he had fought to have. He had sworn to Lily to protect her son, and he failed. Harry had lost everything to the deranged wizard: his parents to stop the Dark Lord, nearly his life to save Ginny from his bodily possession, a fellow student to stand against the Dark Lord at his return, his godfather and reputation in an effort to make the Wizarding world aware of the trouble that was brewing, and above all his own happiness. And now, he has given up his own life. That kid could never get a moment's rest. The door to the room slammed open, Lucius storming in and throwing himself down into a chair. The skin around his eyes was redden and slightly puffy, like he had been crying for a long time. The potions master couldn't blame him. When Lily had passed, he lost his best friend. He grieved for days, sobbing and being comforted by his loved one. And when his loved one was murdered, he could barely live with himself. Severus slowly moved across the room, placing a hand on his blood brother's shoulder.
"Lucius-," He started. The blonde glared up at him.
"Save it, Sev. I don't want to hear it. I finally get him and I have to give him up. I've waited my entire life for my mate. I deserve this. I hate this. Merlin, I hate this." He brought his hands up to scrub the tears away from his eyes. Snape sighed, retracting his hand and moving back to the window. There was suddenly a soft knock at the door.
"You all are needed in front of the Wizengamot. The jury is ready." Draco left the room in a hurry, the other two-thirds of the golden trio behind him. Severus moved to the door, glancing back at his friend before he moved into the hall. With a heavy sigh, Lucius stood. It was now or never, and he damn sure wasn't letting Dumbledore get away with this one. From his pocket, he pulled out a small black velvet box. Opening it, his slender fingers lifted a thin gold chain with a coiled golden snake pendent twined around the chain. Its eyes were small rubies. Overall, it symbolized both Slytherin by the snake and Gryffindor by the colors, both Harry and himself. It was perfect. The blonde man clutched the necklace in his fist, pushing himself up from the chair as well.
The moment Lucius entered the court room; a hush fell over the Grand Wizengamot members. They looked down their noses at him, most still not trusting his alliance. Lucius took his place next to the potions master at the plaintiffs' table. Dumbledore sat contently in the chair in the middle of the room, smiling to himself. He moved to fold his hands in his lap, showing off that he wasn't chained down. The blonde man also noticed that the magic prohibiting cuff was also gone. They trusted him way too much, then again, the target of his aggression was...not available.
"Now, I call the court to order. We have witnesses Malfoy and Snape against the accused Dumbledore. Albus, you are being charged for neglect of a minor, abuse of a minor, manipulation of a minor, and using magic on an unwilling person. How do you plead?" The old wizard glanced through his half-moon spectacles at the judge.
"Why, my boy, innocent of course." Cries of outrage were heard from the opposing side of the room. The judge banged his gavel on his podium.
"Order, order in my court. Now to call the witnesses to stand…." The trial carried on. Dumbledore denied everything under the sun. Lucius was centimeters from breaking. Severus was tapping his fingers hastily on the tabletop, cursing under his breath. At this point, Albus Dumbledore was going to walk away scotch free. Ron and Hermione had been forced to leave the room. When Albus declared that he had no clue of the danger Harry was out in at the Dursley's house, Hermione had stood from her seat, screaming about liars and how he deserved to rot in Azkaban. The only way to calm her was to stupefy her and have her boyfriend carry her out. Lucius clutched the necklace tighter, glancing over at his son who was sitting near the front. The youth's emotions were hidden by his stoic mask, not daring to show his outrage or upset. His eyes told a different story.
"Your honor, can we possibly project our memories as a form of evidence since we don't exactly have said minor here to testify?" Lucius asked. The man stroked his chin. Tilting his head down, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"It seems we are not allowing that in this trial, seeing how memories can be so easily distorted." Lucius pulled at the ends of his hair. This was it. Dumbledore would walk free and Harry's death would seem pointless. His veela gnawed away at his heart. He failed his mate in the end. He pushed his arms out to grip the table, thrusting his body into a standing position. Severus stood as well, gripping his friend's shoulders in an effort to make him sit.
"If memories are too much of a risk to the court, then how about I call forth a man to testify?" A lean man in a long black cloak stood, the small heel of his dress shoes clacking on the tiled floor. He weaved between legs to get out of the narrow row of wooden seats. His long legs waltzed down the main aisle as a hand rose to his hood. In a swift movement, the cloth fell from around his head.
"Sirius!" Severus shouted. The animagus glanced over, smiling broadly. A strong tug at his heart made him wince. He resisted his natural urge to embrace the man. Instead, he walked up the judges and leaned casually against the railing, like he was never declared dead or had spent the last two years in limbo.
"Black?" The Chief Warlock questioned. Said man raised a brow.
"Yes?" He asked back. The judge ran a hand through his hair.
"I want to ask how, but this trial needs to end. Do you plan to testify?" Sirius shook his head.
"No, it won't be me. But, he is on his way." As if on cue, the large doors in the back slammed open. In walked a teen around the age of seventeen, long raven hair blowing wildly behind him, piercing emerald eyes, and pointed ears. Lucius' jaw dropped, the muscles in his hands also going lax, allowing the necklace to clatter to the table. His heart fluttered from seeing his mate alive and well, but also made his chest tight from the anger the young one held. Sirius turned to hug his godson, pulling him tight against his chest. Lucius resisted the urge to growl, biting the inside of his cheek. The judge stood from his seat, along with the rest of the jury and audience craning their necks to see The-Boy-Who-Lived…again. Dumbledore stood from his seat, slamming his hands on the arms of the chair. Blood colored his face while it warped into a disgusted expression.
"Don't you even know how to die? At every turn, you come back. You can't even die right. You're a worthless freak! When everything is going perfectly fine, you show up." The old wizard yelled, finally snapping. Harry swallowed hard, memories of his uncle clawing at the back of his mind. Harry shook his head in pity.
"You think everyone is on your side. You believe that everyone can only see you as the most powerful wizard. Sending me to the veil was your worst mistake. Sirius cares too much to let something like the Imperious curse throw him. There has been one man watching me my entire life, watching you manipulate my every single move. He called me into the veil. He changed Sirius' destiny and let us return here to prove your injustice. You will not be free." Harry exclaimed. The teen then turned to face the jury.
"This man, Albus Dumbledore had controlled my life from the very second I was named The-Boy-Who-Lived. I was supposed to live with my godfather Sirius Black, but was instead placed with my mother's magic hating relatives. I was forced to do endless amounts of chores and was beaten if they were not done right, or even starved simply because they did not wish to feed me. When I was eleven, Dumbledore brought me to his office and drugged my tea. He placed an inhibitor on my magical core so that I could not reach my full potential, nor my creature inheritance, thus prohibiting me from finding my mate. In the end, this would have killed me. I am destined to be with my mate because we complete each other. Both him and I would have been dead within the next few years if we had not mated." Dumbledore fell back into his chair. He had underestimated the influence Harry had over the Grand Wizengamot members.
"Would you like me to continue, your Honor?" The raven haired elf asked.
"Impossible." The old wizard gasped out. Sirius chuckled.
"It's Harry Potter. Nothing is impossible." The teen chuckled. The judge hammered his gavel, demanding silence.
"That will not be necessary, Mr. Potter. You have done enough already." He then turned to the other judges presiding and whispered quietly. With a gesture, the jury was led out of the room once again. A cold feeling twirled in Harry's stomach. He could feel the sets of eyes boring holes into his body. He could see Draco sitting on the edge of his seat in the front row, tears sliding down his face practically unnoticed from how furiously he was wiping them away. He could also see Severus in the opposite corner of his eye. His face was frozen in shock. The raven wasn't sure if it was because he was shocked to see him living or to see his lover alive. Oh yea, that was an odd conversation all those years ago and definitely a story for another time. Harry shuddered at the thought. He knew Lucius was right next to the potions professor, but he didn't dare turn his head enough to meet his eyes. Then there was Dumbledore, sitting in his chair, fuming. The cold feeling turned into a freezing boulder resting in the pit of his stomach. Sirius placed hand on the back of his head.
"Are you alright?" The last marauder asked, worry etched in his eyes. Harry took a deep breath and nodded. The jury soon returned to the room, taking their seats quickly and whispering single words to one another. Their spokesperson stood and handed the slip of papers to the Chief Warlock. He scanned the paper before banging his gavel to gain the crowd's attention.
"A decision has been reached. Albus Dumbledore….you have been found guilty. You are to serve out the remainder of your life in Azkaban." Lucius flopped back down into his chair, a relieved smile crossing his features. Severus remained standing, waiting for the court to be dismissed. Harry turned on his heels and made his way over to his loved ones, his godfather at his side. He kept his eyes down, still not wanting to meet his lover's. There was a screeching of metal and ranting yells. It was then Harry felt the centering of dark magic. Centering his own magic, Harry spun around just in time to see Dumbledore fish out his spare wand and point it directly at his heart. The young elf flung out his arms, erecting a quick but strong shield. Whatever spell Albus had cast, the shield absorbed, strengthening it. Harry flinched. The lively twinkle in the man's eyes was back.
"I'll always recognize that shield, my boy. When erected, it doesn't reflect spells; instead it absorbs any magic that threatens it and strengthens it. It certainly is one of the best spells a student has ever created. Good luck to you, boy. After everything, you always did come out on top. Do me a favor though, raise him well?" Albus said. This shocked the raven. There was no fire, no threat, no ferocity behind these words, only honest sentiment, like the man had finally….given up. The aurors crowded him, restraining him and dragging him away. Harry slowly let the meaning sink into his being. Merlin had mentioned something about a 'rare life.' His frantic eyes caught Sirius'. The man cautiously approached him.
"Harry, what's wrong? Tell me what is happening." He didn't feel anything at the moment. He took a deep breath, seeing if his lung were still capable of breathing. Slowly, he brought his arms down to his sides, letting the shield fall. Sirius watched him cautiously. The young savior watched Dumbledore be led away, turned into an apparition zone, and then gone, brought to Azkaban to serve out the remainder of his life. A heavy hand grasped his shoulder.
"Harry, are you alright?" Sirius asked, shaking him slightly. The teen let out an airy laugh, his right hand moving to rest on his stomach. He stared down at his flat abdomen, a broad smile on his face. His godfather very gently placed a hand over his, causing the teen to glance up. Sirius raised his brows in question. Harry answered with a quick nod. The other man jumped back with a loud cheer then lunged forward to capture his godson in his arms and twirl him around.
"Oh Harry, I'm so happy for you! Congratulations! You have to get bonded before it's time, you know that right? I can see it now, white and orange roses in an outdoor scene, you in forest green robes and Lucius in classic black of course. Oh, I get to give you away! Oh Harry!" He clutched the teen tightly to him before letting him go. This time both of his hands rested on his stomach. Was it really possible? Everyone knew that male wizards could get pregnant, but it was very rare without a potion or spell. They hadn't used either. He chuckled softly remembering the legendary wizard's words again. A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, holding close to the muscled chest behind him.
"Merlin, you scared the living shit out of me, Harry. When I saw you fall through that veil, I thought my life had ended. Please, don't ever leave me again." A velvet voice confessed into his ear. Harry chuckled, twisting in the arms to face his lover.
"I could never leave you. I care about you way too much to even think about it." The elf reached up to twine his arms around the blonde's neck, the blonde holding tight to the younger's hips. With a soft smile, Harry met his love's lips. Pulling away, Harry let out a laugh.
"Which reminds me, you need to tell Draco he's going to have a brother soon." Lucius laughed, not piecing it together at first. Suddenly, he snapped his mouth shut and stared down at the raven. His silver eyes were wide and full of joy.
"Are you sure?" Harry nodded, his long raven locks flipping around. Lucius smiled, pulling the teen against him.
"Telling Draco is the easy part. However, telling Severus may be the real challenge."
I personally feel it was kind of rushed, but oh wells. I might do a sequel if enough people want one. Well thanks for reading!
Your Twisted Savior