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Chapter Ten
title: Blood Bonds and Servitude (10/?)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/SP, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence, foul language, light bondage, torture
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: BIG thanks to Karen for this chapter! I mean BIG! This chapter is so fuckin angsty... it hurt for me to write it. Gah... But, you see, Karen is this awesome person that just rocks with angsty pain and twistedness. So, of course I went to her! And she helped me so nice! ^_^ If not for her, you would not have this chapter! XD *bear huggles da Karen* YAY!!!
Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter ten
by Chibimono Akuno
Nymphadora Tonks, or Tonks as she preferred to be called, carried at least two dozen parchments up to the Ministry of Magic\'s Owlery. She cursed her luck at being the last one to drop a letter in the tall stack, therefore becoming the one to dispatch the owls. It was so much easier when we used to have the mail owls, she thought every time with a huff. Unfortunately, mail owls no longer existed inside the Ministry, due to Lord Malfoy\'s security plans. All outg mag mail was to be taken to the Owlery by an employee of the department, this to reduce tampering and errors by outside sources. Tonks snorted. As if tampering did not exon ton the inside...
Taking the lift up to the newly installed Owlery, she proceeded to the door specified for the Departments of Aurors only. She struggled with the stack in her arms as she tried to locate her key for the Uncharmable lock and sighed in relief when the door swung open. She was sure she going to trip on the entry to the lift or while opening the door, but it did not happen, and she was quite glad to have the parchment still secure in her hands.
That is, until she crossed the threshold of the Aurors\' Owlery. She landed hard upon her knees, parchments flying everywhere, falling about her like autumn leaves. Scowling, she cursed her clumsiness and scrambled after the parchments littering the floor.
She was halfway through reassembling the pile when a familiar screech reached her ears. A falcon had flown into the Owlery and settled on an empty perch, waiting patiently for the letter to be removed from his leg. Tonks practically tore the parchment from the bird, commanding it to wait for treats, as she took off for her department. In her haste, she did trip as she entered the lift, as well as stumble as she rounded the corner to office of the head Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
A calm and stately black man, Shacklebolt raised an eyebrow at the panting and madly waving Tonks standing in his doorway.
\"Yes?\"
\"Correspondence!\" she gasped out, and rushed in, quickly pulling the door shut behind her and tripping over the chairs in front of Shacklebolt\'s desk in the process of handing over the parchment.
He took the letter and Tonks sank down in a chair as he opened it. The handwriting was familiar and gave the Auror the first feeling of reassurance he had had since Harry Potter was sold that day on the auction block.
To whom this may concern,
I have received word from my source that we are to meet tomorrow. I will have the privilege to meet the victim as well, and will be able to assess his health and mental state. If all goes wellshalshall be able to discern the victim\'s level of participation on the subject of his captivity. As soon as I can, I shall send word along to set up an appointment to review my report.
- Arson Investigator
\"Well?\" Tonks piped up in the silence of her boss\'s reading.
Handing her the parchment, Shacklebolt replied, \"Zabini is meeting with his source tomorrow. He\'ll be able to talk with Potter and see what Potter can tell him of the Malfoys.\"
The Metamorphagus read the parchment several times before finally looking up. \"I hope Harry is all right...\"
~~~~~
Draco could not meet Harry\'s eyes. The shame and self-loathing was more than he could bear. Of all his secrets, of all dark deeds in his past, the reason he did not have the Dark Mark on his pale skin was by far the most painful and unforgiving of all his memories. Even his own mother, to whom he confided everything, did not know the truth behind the nightmares, cold sweats, and violent midnight-vomiting. The only ones who knew were the one who cursed him, the one who rescued him, and the one who witnessed the truth by accident. Years had passed, but they could not stop the malaise that filled his stomach and terror that filled his mind.
The colour drained from his already pale face as Harry watched the other young man. Draco looked as if he was going to be sick, and the Gryffindor moved quickly to help him before he retched on the bed. Thethertherin, however, waved him away and took a shaky breath.
\"I promise you that I will keep no secrets from you...\" he said to Harry, \"and I mean to keep that promise, no matter what my past holds... I just ask that you... that you don\'t hate me...\"
Reaching forward and placing a hand on Draco\'s, the dark-haired boy had to pull back quickly as a wave of nausea and fear washed over him. \"Ma-, um... Draco... What... what happened?\" he asked, swallowing the bile that threatened to rise up in his throat.
A coldness discended on the blonde, covering his skin in goose flesh. He watched as Harry pulled back from him as if burned and his face suddenly turned sickly in colour. He could feel that? Draco thought. He can feel how miserable I am? Tears welled up in his eyes and all he wanted was to be held. If Harry could hold him... would hold him... he would probably make it through the pain of his memory.
\"I should be in Azkaban,\" Draco said softly, so softly that the Gryffindor almost missed his words.
Harry took Draco\'s chin in his hand and brought his face up so he could look the blonde in the eyes. Through his hand, through his whole body, Harry felt despair, utter and complete despair. He could see it in those mercury eyes full of unshed tears.
\"Draco! Tell me!\" he gasped out through the sinking feeling of nothingness that was quickly consuming him. \"It\'s eating me alive, this feeling! What are you holding back? I can feel it just by touching you!\"
The tears fell, spilling down ivory cheeks like a stream of rain down a windowpane. Draco moved forward, his body aching for some sort of comfort, and sought out the arms of Harry, who hesitantly embraced the boy. The blonde tucked his face against the other young man\'s neck and cried.
\"It was after fourth year,\" he choked out. \"He wanted me to learn. He taught me the Unforgiveables... I... I... I didn\'t want to learn! Two weeks before returning to Hogwarts, he... he brought home three Muggle girls... Harry! He cast the Cruciatus and she screamed and they all screamed. And he laughed! He cast Avada on one girl and... and she just stopped... She stopped moving, Harry! And... and he told me to do it! H-he said to do it or I would be punished! I... I... I can\'t take a life, Harry! It\'s not mine to take! It wasn\'t mine, Harry! I couldn\'t! I just couldn\'t! But he... He! He put me under the Imperius... and I raised my wand... I killed a girl... I killed the Muggle girl, Harry... I did it...\"
Harry was consumed with a feeling like sickness, a feeling that was tearing him apart from the inside, a feeling that was wringing him undone. It smothered him and he felt a burning in his eyes as Draco sobbed against him. Harry could not tell if this pain, this ripping of his soul was his own feeling or if it was Draco\'s. It just spiralled downward to destroy and make him hollow. And underneath it all, he felt the burn of something familiar... the fire of rage, being stoked with every gasp and cry coming from the boy in his arms. The rage, the hate was his own, Harry realised. It was the same hate he had at one time for Voldemort, but this time the conflagration was rising for the new Dark Lord.
\"It\'s not your fault, Draco...\" the green-eyed boy said, his voice hard. \"This pain is not yours.\"
\"You don\'t understand!\" Draco cried out, pulling back from Harry. \"You don\'t know what he has made me do! He has made me hurt so many! He made me hurt you!\" He moved away from the dark-haired boy as if he was afraid, of what Harry was not sure. \"I did not live fifth year of my own will! I was under the Imperius all year! As punishment... because I ran from the room with the dead girls... because I cried... because I vomited all over my robes and cried... because I failed! He was so ashamed of me, Harry... He told me... he told me I was such a bloody coward... He wouldn\'t take me to the Dark Lord for my initiation because he said I brought shame to Mal Malfoys...\"
The Gryffindor moved forward to the boy who sat with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. His pulled Draco close, holding him. Clearing his mind, Harry forced his mind to wash away the hate, the pain, the destructive despair. He willed it all away, and pressed his cheek to Draco\'s fine blonde hair, breathing deeply. Hate only brought more hate. Draco needed something else, something that anger could never touch.
\"I forgive you,\" Harry whispered against the baby-soft platinum silk. \"I forgive you.\"
Red-rimmed eyes of mercury turned to Harry. \"Why? After all I\'ve done...?\"
\"Because... it was not your fault,\" Harry said simply. \"I cannot speak for the girls who died, or any others you have harmed... but... Draco...\"
Very gently, Harry placed a hand once more on Draco\'s chin and tilted his head up. He moved close and very softly pressed his lips to the smooth skin just beside Draco\'s mouth.
\"I forgive you.\"
~ to be continued ~
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More more more... Dedications! YAY!!!
The familiar list of names: This is for Ashkah, Karen, Anna Malfoy, Juno, Aries, Jamie, Holly, Brittany, Shorro, Serenitas, S_Star, Texas, Relle, Kipley, Blitz, Whirling Myst, Wonapalei,Nocturnali, Dea_Liberty and any other fangirls and chatter-buddies I have forgotten. ^_^ You know who you are. Beat me over the head with an IM to remind me! XD
Now, thanks to my lurverly reviewers: Hazelseverina, M-L, Ariel, Red Rose, Demile (XD LMAO!!! You left a review for every chapter! That was so fuckin awesome! YES!!! *huggles*), Picabo, Bammers, Lee Lee Potter, Stephanie, Christine C, Sowen, Anna57 (I know you are the same person LOL), Sergewen, horseriding-muso, Dee of Slytherin, SoulSister, Black Elf, Tiya, Edi, wanderingwolf, Call me confused (ur... I um... I dunno... LOL I\'m confused now, too... XD), Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Ralna Malfoy, Eadon, Chantalmalfoy, ladyphoenixfyre, and... urm... I hope I\'m not missing anyone... ^_^;;
Thanks everyone! And I hope this chapter wasn\'t too much for you, emotion-wise! .... It was for me... T_T... gah...
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/SP, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence, foul language, light bondage, torture
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: BIG thanks to Karen for this chapter! I mean BIG! This chapter is so fuckin angsty... it hurt for me to write it. Gah... But, you see, Karen is this awesome person that just rocks with angsty pain and twistedness. So, of course I went to her! And she helped me so nice! ^_^ If not for her, you would not have this chapter! XD *bear huggles da Karen* YAY!!!
Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter ten
by Chibimono Akuno
Nymphadora Tonks, or Tonks as she preferred to be called, carried at least two dozen parchments up to the Ministry of Magic\'s Owlery. She cursed her luck at being the last one to drop a letter in the tall stack, therefore becoming the one to dispatch the owls. It was so much easier when we used to have the mail owls, she thought every time with a huff. Unfortunately, mail owls no longer existed inside the Ministry, due to Lord Malfoy\'s security plans. All outg mag mail was to be taken to the Owlery by an employee of the department, this to reduce tampering and errors by outside sources. Tonks snorted. As if tampering did not exon ton the inside...
Taking the lift up to the newly installed Owlery, she proceeded to the door specified for the Departments of Aurors only. She struggled with the stack in her arms as she tried to locate her key for the Uncharmable lock and sighed in relief when the door swung open. She was sure she going to trip on the entry to the lift or while opening the door, but it did not happen, and she was quite glad to have the parchment still secure in her hands.
That is, until she crossed the threshold of the Aurors\' Owlery. She landed hard upon her knees, parchments flying everywhere, falling about her like autumn leaves. Scowling, she cursed her clumsiness and scrambled after the parchments littering the floor.
She was halfway through reassembling the pile when a familiar screech reached her ears. A falcon had flown into the Owlery and settled on an empty perch, waiting patiently for the letter to be removed from his leg. Tonks practically tore the parchment from the bird, commanding it to wait for treats, as she took off for her department. In her haste, she did trip as she entered the lift, as well as stumble as she rounded the corner to office of the head Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
A calm and stately black man, Shacklebolt raised an eyebrow at the panting and madly waving Tonks standing in his doorway.
\"Yes?\"
\"Correspondence!\" she gasped out, and rushed in, quickly pulling the door shut behind her and tripping over the chairs in front of Shacklebolt\'s desk in the process of handing over the parchment.
He took the letter and Tonks sank down in a chair as he opened it. The handwriting was familiar and gave the Auror the first feeling of reassurance he had had since Harry Potter was sold that day on the auction block.
I have received word from my source that we are to meet tomorrow. I will have the privilege to meet the victim as well, and will be able to assess his health and mental state. If all goes wellshalshall be able to discern the victim\'s level of participation on the subject of his captivity. As soon as I can, I shall send word along to set up an appointment to review my report.
- Arson Investigator
\"Well?\" Tonks piped up in the silence of her boss\'s reading.
Handing her the parchment, Shacklebolt replied, \"Zabini is meeting with his source tomorrow. He\'ll be able to talk with Potter and see what Potter can tell him of the Malfoys.\"
The Metamorphagus read the parchment several times before finally looking up. \"I hope Harry is all right...\"
~~~~~
Draco could not meet Harry\'s eyes. The shame and self-loathing was more than he could bear. Of all his secrets, of all dark deeds in his past, the reason he did not have the Dark Mark on his pale skin was by far the most painful and unforgiving of all his memories. Even his own mother, to whom he confided everything, did not know the truth behind the nightmares, cold sweats, and violent midnight-vomiting. The only ones who knew were the one who cursed him, the one who rescued him, and the one who witnessed the truth by accident. Years had passed, but they could not stop the malaise that filled his stomach and terror that filled his mind.
The colour drained from his already pale face as Harry watched the other young man. Draco looked as if he was going to be sick, and the Gryffindor moved quickly to help him before he retched on the bed. Thethertherin, however, waved him away and took a shaky breath.
\"I promise you that I will keep no secrets from you...\" he said to Harry, \"and I mean to keep that promise, no matter what my past holds... I just ask that you... that you don\'t hate me...\"
Reaching forward and placing a hand on Draco\'s, the dark-haired boy had to pull back quickly as a wave of nausea and fear washed over him. \"Ma-, um... Draco... What... what happened?\" he asked, swallowing the bile that threatened to rise up in his throat.
A coldness discended on the blonde, covering his skin in goose flesh. He watched as Harry pulled back from him as if burned and his face suddenly turned sickly in colour. He could feel that? Draco thought. He can feel how miserable I am? Tears welled up in his eyes and all he wanted was to be held. If Harry could hold him... would hold him... he would probably make it through the pain of his memory.
\"I should be in Azkaban,\" Draco said softly, so softly that the Gryffindor almost missed his words.
Harry took Draco\'s chin in his hand and brought his face up so he could look the blonde in the eyes. Through his hand, through his whole body, Harry felt despair, utter and complete despair. He could see it in those mercury eyes full of unshed tears.
\"Draco! Tell me!\" he gasped out through the sinking feeling of nothingness that was quickly consuming him. \"It\'s eating me alive, this feeling! What are you holding back? I can feel it just by touching you!\"
The tears fell, spilling down ivory cheeks like a stream of rain down a windowpane. Draco moved forward, his body aching for some sort of comfort, and sought out the arms of Harry, who hesitantly embraced the boy. The blonde tucked his face against the other young man\'s neck and cried.
\"It was after fourth year,\" he choked out. \"He wanted me to learn. He taught me the Unforgiveables... I... I... I didn\'t want to learn! Two weeks before returning to Hogwarts, he... he brought home three Muggle girls... Harry! He cast the Cruciatus and she screamed and they all screamed. And he laughed! He cast Avada on one girl and... and she just stopped... She stopped moving, Harry! And... and he told me to do it! H-he said to do it or I would be punished! I... I... I can\'t take a life, Harry! It\'s not mine to take! It wasn\'t mine, Harry! I couldn\'t! I just couldn\'t! But he... He! He put me under the Imperius... and I raised my wand... I killed a girl... I killed the Muggle girl, Harry... I did it...\"
Harry was consumed with a feeling like sickness, a feeling that was tearing him apart from the inside, a feeling that was wringing him undone. It smothered him and he felt a burning in his eyes as Draco sobbed against him. Harry could not tell if this pain, this ripping of his soul was his own feeling or if it was Draco\'s. It just spiralled downward to destroy and make him hollow. And underneath it all, he felt the burn of something familiar... the fire of rage, being stoked with every gasp and cry coming from the boy in his arms. The rage, the hate was his own, Harry realised. It was the same hate he had at one time for Voldemort, but this time the conflagration was rising for the new Dark Lord.
\"It\'s not your fault, Draco...\" the green-eyed boy said, his voice hard. \"This pain is not yours.\"
\"You don\'t understand!\" Draco cried out, pulling back from Harry. \"You don\'t know what he has made me do! He has made me hurt so many! He made me hurt you!\" He moved away from the dark-haired boy as if he was afraid, of what Harry was not sure. \"I did not live fifth year of my own will! I was under the Imperius all year! As punishment... because I ran from the room with the dead girls... because I cried... because I vomited all over my robes and cried... because I failed! He was so ashamed of me, Harry... He told me... he told me I was such a bloody coward... He wouldn\'t take me to the Dark Lord for my initiation because he said I brought shame to Mal Malfoys...\"
The Gryffindor moved forward to the boy who sat with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. His pulled Draco close, holding him. Clearing his mind, Harry forced his mind to wash away the hate, the pain, the destructive despair. He willed it all away, and pressed his cheek to Draco\'s fine blonde hair, breathing deeply. Hate only brought more hate. Draco needed something else, something that anger could never touch.
\"I forgive you,\" Harry whispered against the baby-soft platinum silk. \"I forgive you.\"
Red-rimmed eyes of mercury turned to Harry. \"Why? After all I\'ve done...?\"
\"Because... it was not your fault,\" Harry said simply. \"I cannot speak for the girls who died, or any others you have harmed... but... Draco...\"
Very gently, Harry placed a hand once more on Draco\'s chin and tilted his head up. He moved close and very softly pressed his lips to the smooth skin just beside Draco\'s mouth.
\"I forgive you.\"
~ to be continued ~
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
More more more... Dedications! YAY!!!
The familiar list of names: This is for Ashkah, Karen, Anna Malfoy, Juno, Aries, Jamie, Holly, Brittany, Shorro, Serenitas, S_Star, Texas, Relle, Kipley, Blitz, Whirling Myst, Wonapalei,Nocturnali, Dea_Liberty and any other fangirls and chatter-buddies I have forgotten. ^_^ You know who you are. Beat me over the head with an IM to remind me! XD
Now, thanks to my lurverly reviewers: Hazelseverina, M-L, Ariel, Red Rose, Demile (XD LMAO!!! You left a review for every chapter! That was so fuckin awesome! YES!!! *huggles*), Picabo, Bammers, Lee Lee Potter, Stephanie, Christine C, Sowen, Anna57 (I know you are the same person LOL), Sergewen, horseriding-muso, Dee of Slytherin, SoulSister, Black Elf, Tiya, Edi, wanderingwolf, Call me confused (ur... I um... I dunno... LOL I\'m confused now, too... XD), Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Ralna Malfoy, Eadon, Chantalmalfoy, ladyphoenixfyre, and... urm... I hope I\'m not missing anyone... ^_^;;
Thanks everyone! And I hope this chapter wasn\'t too much for you, emotion-wise! .... It was for me... T_T... gah...