Heir of light, Heir of darkness

Title: Heir of Light, Heir of Darkness.
Author: Sakya
Summary: Draco always knew what he wanted in live: Power, fame and Harry Potter, not particulary in that order. Now, all his dreams are about to come true thanks to a old marriage law he made sure the Ministry of Magic knew about it and Harry didn’t
Rating: Oh, I think this one can be a PG-13.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Feedback: desired, craved and very welcome.
Characters: Harry Potter and gang.
Beta: The Great Sarryn (if she still feels like doing it after this long).
Author’s notes: I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine and not profitable… for me, that is. I’ve heard rumors that J. K. Rowling is doing terribly well, but she writes the originals, maybe it has something to do with that… Oh! And also, everything (but the misguided idea that originated this fic) belongs to her.

Chapter 01


"So, Minister, as you can see my client is doing this to make sure this war ends without unnecessary blood shed. He feels he has lost too much as it is," said the legal representative of one Draco Malfoy.

"I see," said Fudge with his eyes glowing at the prospect of a major political victory that could be just what he needed to put a damper on Dumbledore’s plans to take over the ministry and secure his own post for a good number of years. "Tell me again, how will this work?"

"Well, it came to our attention that the old Pax Coglinatio law is still valid, and that law states that in times of war a union may be forge between the opposite sides, like signing a truce of sorts, a permanent one and so ending the war."

"It does sound very good. Explain the part about the wedding again," said Fudge with a smile. This is great, not only will I end the war, but I’ll also deprive Dumbledore of his boy-hero in one move.

"As the law states, the heirs from both sides have to be bonded in marriage. Mr. Malfoy here is the son of Lucius Malfoy, second in command of... You-Know-Who; therefore, he is considered the heir of the... opposing army, and Mr. Potter, as everybody knows, has been trained to be the one to end this war through battle; this makes him the heir from our side. Invoking the Pax Coglinatio law you, as our commanding chief, therefore our king in the eyes of the law, may command Mr. Potter to marry Mr. Malfoy."

"Very good, go on." This keeps getting better and better. I can’t wait to see Dumbledore’s face. "Wait, that will make Mr. Potter very popular, the poor boy who had to sacrifice himself all over again."

"Not at all," Draco spoke for the first time, still not believing how well his whole plan was going. "All you have to do is make certain I’m the head of the couple. I’ll keep Potter from doing anything unwise. The Malfoys are very influential, but we don’t like our consorts to lead too much of a public life."

Fudge couldn’t hide his smile. This was perfect: he would be known as the minister who stopped the war, beat Dumbledore at his own game, made a powerful ally out of the Malfoys and turned Harry Potter from a threat in to a housewife. Life was just perfect some days.

"And all I have to do is invoke this law and wed Mr. Malfoy to Potter?"

"No, no, there will be a few more things you will have to do, of course," said the lawyer.

"Like what?" said Fudge a bit preoccupied; he hated complications.

"Well, since the law implies a union for peace, the ministry will have to grant full pardon for all the
Deat... I mean, people associated with the other side."

"Full pardon?" he demanded.

"Yes. You see, minister, most of them came to realise that the Dark Lord is becoming even more insane over time and are willing to abandon him. Some are even willing to fight on our side, but they are afraid of the consequences of their past actions. A full pardon would encourage them to abandon the Dark Lord sooner rather than later, or perhaps never, since they had no hope for a future life in the wizard society."

"But there will still be a war; the Dark Lord won’t give up just because we say so."

"No, but most of his followers will be joining our side, making us stronger and bringing all the information we need for a well organised attack. It won’t be a war; it will be a single battle of a strong army against half a dozen mad wizards not fully in control of their powers."

"Yes." Fudge could see now how great things would turn out for him. It was perfect.

"One more thing," said Draco.

"What?" asked Fudge suspicious; he still didn’t thrust the young Malfoy.

"We should keep this a secret."

"And why is that?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, for one, the Dark Lord won’t be pleased with our plans and will take counter actions, like declaring open war sooner than planned."

"Yes, I see. We can’t have that."

"No, it would ruin everything. We are doing this to secure the peace of the Wizarding World, and..."

"And?

"Well, I don’t see Dumbledore too pleased about not being involved in our plan; he may try to force his way in or even stop us. He has the delusion of being the only one who can save the Wizarding World."

"Yes, yes, that he does. He will jeopardise our plans if he ever hears about it... no, we will keep it secret. Yes, our special secret plan to end the war," said Fudge as if it had been his idea all along.

Draco Malfoy had to use all his years of training in hiding his emotions to hide the smile coming to his lips.

******

Over the next two months a very discreet room at the end of a very discreet hall at the Ministry received the visit of several prominent members of wizard society. Members of pureblood families who came and went unnoticed, while battle plans were being developed with the help of the huge amount of information Fudge himself was delivering to the Aurors.

"I don’t know how he is doing this," said Snape at the Order meeting. "All this information Tonks is talking about has to be coming from someone inside You-Know-Who’s inner circle, but I’m not aware of another spy, especially one from the ministry, and now, with Voldemort naming Draco his heir, the Death Eaters seem more loyal than ever... I know there is something going on, but, for the first time ever, no one is talking."

"Don’t you suspect anybody’s loyalty?" asked Dumbledore

"No, but then again they don’t suspect mine."

"Let’s hope Fudge doesn’t do anything stupid. I think it would be best if we were ready to strike when the Ministry does."

"They ARE keeping the details under wraps. It won’t be easy finding out when the attack will take place with a lot of time to spare. We had better be on our toes."

"Yes," said Dumbledore analysing the papers in front of him, "that is probably the best thing to do."

*******

Harry spent his day sitting by the lake and talking to his friends. It was the last day of school of his sixth year. All his stuff was already packed and, as usual, the thought of going back to his relatives’ house was depressing him. If only the war was over, he could go to the Burrow with Ron and Ginny, but Voldemort had been particularly quite for the last few months, so no luck there.

The Gryffindors challenged the Ravenclaws for one last game of quidditch, which kept them occupied for the whole afternoon, but no one was complaining as they headed for the showers. Harry and Ron went to the Great Hall for their last dinner before school was officially out and sat next to Hermione, who was already eating. The students were chattering and exchanging promises to keep in touch during the summer like usual, when the door burst open and the whole upper class of Slytherin marched in as one. They were wearing matching outfits and looked ready for battle.

"Harry," called Hermione, "call a meeting of DA right now. Something is going on."

"You think?" asked Ron sardonically as Harry took the fake galleon out of his pocket and called the meeting. In a few minutes, all the members of their defence club were sitting at the Gryffindor table, whispering amongst themselves and trying to figure out what was going on. Ron was convinced the Snakes were publicly joining You-Know-Who right after dinner.

"I don’t know, Ron," said Harry. "That wouldn’t be very smart on their part, now would it?"

At the Head Table, Dumbledore and the teachers were looking at the students and also trying to figure out what was going on. The oldest Slytherins coming dressed like that was a clear indication that something very serious was going on, and by the look on Snape’s face he was as lost as the rest of the teachers. Dumbledore and Snape exchanged a look, and Snape left the High Table to talk to his students.

"Mr. Malfoy," said Snape in a low tone; he had no illusions about who was the leader among the students of his house. "May I ask what the meaning of this silly demonstration is?"

"Good evening, Professor Snape," Draco answered with a sly smile. "We just came to the conclusion that it is time to put a stop to this stupid war."

"And how do you plan to do this, if I may ask?"

"Well..." Draco was interrupted by the doors bursting open a second time.

This time Fudge marched in, looking important and pleased with himself, followed by what looked like every Auror the ministry ever had, a number of reporters and some wizards Harry knew for sure to be Death Eaters. He got to his feet, followed by every member of the DA, wand in hand and ready to fight.

"Mr. Fudge," said Dumbledore. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"A pleasure indeed, Headmaster," Fudge was almost glowing as he walked up to the High Table and turned to face the students. "I call Mr. Harry Potter to stand before me."

Harry moved to the front of the room worried.What is this idiot up to now?

"Mr. Potter, in these times of war, you are the one on whose shoulders rests the responsibility of defeating our greatest enemy; therefore, I must say you are to be seen as our heir under the parameters of the Pax Coglinatio law and I urge you make the necessary sacrifice to end this war once and for all. Do you accept your responsibility?”

“I do, Mr. Minister, I know my responsibilities and no one has to remind me of them,” Harry snapped

Who the hell does this idiot thinks he is to come here after all the official denying of Voldemort’s return and ‘urge me’ to anything? Uh, why do Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers look like they have been struck by lighting? Uh-oh, what have I gotten myself into now? Did he say ‘sacrifice’?

“Well spoken, Mr. Potter,” said Fudge as Dumbledore got up from his seat only to find himself under the aim of a few dozens of wands from the Aurors.

“Mr. Fudge, I must protest, this is an outrage!” yelled Minerva.

“It is done,” answered Fudge, “and as you all know, no one can oppose the Pax Coglinatio law once the state of war is recognised.” At that Minerva looked lost; she turned to Dumbledore who shook his head and sat back down.

Now I *know* I did something wrong, big time wrong. Where is Hermione when I need her? And what the hell is that law he mentioned?

“Mr. Potter has just accepted his role as our heir under the eyes of the Pax Coglinatio law, and now I must ask: does anyone, in light of this new knowledge, have anything to declare?” Fudge asked to the audience. Harry felt like he was watching a play--no, taking part in one--where everybody knew their part, but somehow he didn’t get the script.

“I do,” said an all-too familiar voice in the back. Harry spun around in time to see Lucius Malfoy make his way to the front of the room. Harry tried to raise his wand only to find his arms held by two Aurors. He looked at Dumbledore and saw that the old wizard had his head hanging down in defeat.

I’m dead, it was the only thing that went through Harry’s head as the blond wizard came to stand by his side.

“My son, Draco Malfoy, is the chosen heir of Lord Voldemort.” Harry saw Draco came to stand by his father’s side.

Will I have to duel him or something?

"Mr. Malfoy, in these times of war, you are the one recognised as the heir of…” Fudge did try, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the name of You-Know-Who. “The Dark Lord, and under the parameters of the Pax Coglinatio law I urge you make the necessary sacrifice to end this war once and for all. Do you accept your responsibility?”

“I do.”

What the hell is going on? Wait, didn’t I answer ‘I do’ when he asked me the same question? And now Draco is saying ‘I do’ and standing right next to me… no, no, no, no, no, coglinatio means union, union, I do? You answer I do to… marriage… Merlin, please, no. This is not marriage. It’s not! I’m not getting married to Draco Malfoy. Harry’s eyes grew wide as he began to grasp what was going on, but Fudge’s next words told him he was too late to do anything about it.

“The bond is complete. Where once we had two opposing sides, now we have a single strong army. May our enemies fear our strength and our friends know our protection.” Fudge handed Draco a sword and Draco turned to the audience; at the same time, the Aurors holding Harry turned him around too and Draco wrapped his free arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. Harry struggled, trying to get way from the unwelcome touch, but Draco only held him tighter.

“Relax, Harry, it’s almost over now,” he whispered to Harry, making the other boy shiver as the warm breath ghosted across his ear. And then he added out loud, “Peace is within our reach, but we must be strong to secure it. Tomorrow we march against the Dark Lord and end his reign of terror once and for all.” He raised his sword and the whole hall erupted in cheers. Even some members of the DA were cheering, Harry noted.

Someone handed him a goblet and Malfoy got another one. Suddenly everybody had a goblet in their hands and were toasting to peace and the upcoming battle. Harry was forced to toast with everybody and started to feel very light-headed, barely taking notice of the next toasts and compliments they were receiving. He was not fully aware when Draco started to move him out of the Great Hall and couldn’t bring himself to care about it. He did not hear Ron and Hermione struggling to get near and being held off by Aurors, their voices lost in the din of the great hall.

He and Draco were taken to Draco’s private quarters in the dungeons by a team of Aurors led by Fudge himself, who then placed the bonding rings on their fingers just before he bid them good night and closed the door behind him.

Harry looked around feeling very dizzy; he knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The room was beginning to spin, and he felt glad when Draco held him tight, even if alarms started to sound in his brain.

“I don’t feel too good,” said Harry, letting his head fall on Draco’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, love, I’ve got you.” Draco’s voice sounded very close to his ear. “Just relax and let me take care of everything.”

Harry sighed and let himself go. He could feel the weight of his robes falling from his body, his buttons being undone, his tie loosening, the chill of the night air hitting his bare skin, and suddenly he felt like he was flying. Opening his eyes, he could see the ceiling in front of him.

That is so strange, he thought.

He felt a soft mattress under him, and Draco seemed to be floating on top of him, murmuring things he couldn’t quite understand in a husky voice that made him shiver. He felt his shoes disappear one after the other, then his socks. He felt a soft hand caressing his feet and feather light kisses that made him smile.

Draco was in front of him again, his hands brushing Harry’s dark locks out of his face. Harry noticed that his glasses were gone from his face. Draco leaned closer, kissing his lips. It felt… good. Warm. Right. Harry opened his mouth, giving Draco access and felt when Draco’s tongue to taste and explore him.

Harry’s whole body was tingling and he craved Draco’s touch on his skin. His brain had given up sending alarms and being ignored long ago, and now Draco was the only thing that existed.

“Oh, Gods, Draco. More, please,” said Harry arching under Draco’s touch.

“Anything you want, love, anything you want,” Draco murmured against Harry’s skin as he opened the dark-haired wizard’s belt and undid his zipper. “Lift your hips, love, let me take off these trousers.”

Harry was only too happy to oblige, feeling his trousers and underwear being moved down his legs and removed from his body. He felt Draco lying on top of him. Draco’s hands and mouth were everywhere, touching, biting, kissing, licking, sucking, swallowing him whole, probing, pumping, stretching.

Harry’s world was reduced to a blur where Draco was everything and everywhere. His voice filled Harry’s ear, whispering about what he was about to do and urging Harry to obey his every command: spread his legs, relax, tell Draco what he was feeling, what he wanted, how he wanted… and the feeling of being complete, closer to Draco than he had ever been to anyone else. Draco moving on top of him, inside him, arms around him, keeping him close, protected, warm, secure.

Harry’s world exploded in a burst of bright white light and he drifted to sleep in Draco’s embrace as the rings on their fingers glowed and melted into their skins, binding them for life.

Draco watched the raven-haired beauty sleeping in his arms and smiled. Tomorrow he would lead the Wizarding World into battle against the Dark Lord, consolidate his position as the supreme ruler of them all, and have Harry at his side the whole way as his husband. Fudge would never know what hit him; he was still under the delusion that he was in charge, the fool.

Tomorrow the Wizarding World would know its new master, and they would all love and follow him without ever realising why.

Long live the king!