Move Heaven and Earth

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part sixteen

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here! Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

More notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So, if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified later ok?

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, drama, angst, and lemon.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho

Rating: NC-17 over all

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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Father’s a name you haven’t earned yet

You’re just a child with a temper

Haven’t you heard “don’t hit a lady”

Kickin’ your ass would be a pleasure

~Never Again, by Nickelback

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The next day, after breakfast, Dumbledore had summoned Harry to his office. Harry wasn’t in the best of moods, and when Ron woke him up so he wouldn’t miss breakfast, Harry snapped at him. Harry apologized softly, and then told him about a nightmare he had involving Draco and his father. Harry didn’t need to go into detail for Ron to understand. So after that, Ron was careful not to say the wrong thing.

Harry went up to see Dumbledore in a semi-pissy mood. He wanted to get right down to business and not dilly-dally. Professor Dumbledore could tell that Harry was in a hurry to get Draco back, but he needed to do things by the book, and he told Harry this too.

Harry narrowed his eyes, “I must save him. My mum told me before I saw that Pensieve to go save Draco. She knows that it must be me!”

“Now isn’t the time to be discussing this, Harry.” Dumbledore reassured him.

“I think now is the *best* time to discuss this.” Harry glared.

“No. Now is the time to explain to you about the Pensieve.”

“What is there to explain?” Harry sighed irritably, “It was my father’s Pensieve, end of story.”

“But do you know HOW you got into your father’s Pensieve?”

Harry shrugged. “My mum, I guess.”

“It was from your mother, yes. But a Pensieve is usually an object that has a person’s memories inside it.”

“So my mother’s spirit was the source of the Pensieve?” Harry asked.

Dumbledore smiled, “She begun it, but she had to put it somewhere on you so you could watch it all.” The Headmaster took out his wand and pointed it at Harry. He muttered something that Harry couldn’t hear, and then Dumbledore’s wand glowed bright green and then yellow. The tip of the wand moved by itself, as if it were searching for something particular. It stopped at Harry’s forehead, right in front of Harry’s scar. “Aha.” Dumbledore said.

“Aha?” Harry blinked.

“Your father’s Pensieve is inside your scar.”

Harry looked confused. “But how. . .”

“My only guess is that your mother’s spirit put these memories in your scar for you. Maybe she wanted to show you just how special love really is and not to give up on it.”

“So, if the Pensieve is in my scar, does that mean that I can go back and see those memories again?”

Dumbledore nodded, “At night, before you close your eyes, you put your wand to your scar and concentrate on what you want to do. And in this case, it’s to see the Pensieve. It might be possible for you to see something new once in a while too. So whenever you want to visit your parents’ memories again, that is what you do.”

Harry smiled, despite how he had been feeling without Draco.

“So, I advise that you do your best today,” Dumbledore smiled, “And please let the Aurors handle Lucius Malfoy. Now, go to your first class.”

Harry nodded, stood up, and left.

~*~

Draco felt even worse when he returned to his room. Seeing his mother’s body mutilated like that had left Draco feeling many emotions at once. All weren’t very pleasant ones. He was feeling anger, hate, sorrow, fear, and reprisal.

No doubt his father will pay for doing this, Draco thought. Either by his own hand, or someone from the Light Side.

The Light Side. . . the enemy of his father. . . the ultimate revenge, of course. He had told his father that he wouldn’t get in his way, and a Malfoy always kept their word. But what if he helped someone in getting in his father’s way? The first person, of course, to pop into his head was Harry.

He had been keeping his mind filled with Harry to make sure that he didn’t go insane while he was there. The place was like a dungeon or torture chamber than a cozy bedroom. Draco curled up onto his bed, his thoughts filled with Harry, and went to sleep.

~*~

Professor Snape went straight to the dungeons after he left the infirmary. He went to a particular room that he knew would be occupied.

When Snape barged into the room, the six students halted in their conversation. Snape walked up to them like a dementer and then stopped to hover above the blond haired teen, who was clearly the ringleader of the group.

“Nott, I wish to speak to you.”

The boy stood up, looking rather important. “Yes, sir, what do you need?”

“We need to talk in private, I mean. Come with me.” Snape strolled out of the room with Nott in tow.

They shortly arrived at Snape’s office. He offered Nott to sit, and Nott obeyed Snape immediately. Snape turned to face the boy when he got to the other side of his desk. He reached over to one side of his desk and took out a vial from a long rack.

“Take this.”

“What is it, Professor?” Nott asked.

“Precaution.” Snape told him. He held the vial out to Nott. “Drink.”

“Um, what is it. . .”

“I said drink it!” Snape barked.

“Yes sir!” Nott took the vial and then downed the contents.

“Now then, Mr. Nott. . . tell me,” Snape walked around to face the young Death Eater. “What are Lucius’ plans?”

~*~

“Harry, please quit pacing and go to bed.” Ron bellyached.

Ever since Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gotten to the Gryffindor Tower after classes, and Hermione had gone to bed, Harry had been too edgy to sleep.

“Ron, if I don’t do something, Draco will either die or be under the Imperius Curse! Fudge will argue and argue the case before he’ll even do anything! If it was me in charge. . .”

“But Fudge doesn’t know Malfoy like you do. If it were any consolation to you, you would make a great Minister of Magic.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at his friend, “Oh? You think so?”

“Yes. Either that or you’d be a smashing good Auror.” Ron smiled. “Now, please, Harry, get some sleep. It won’t do you any good to be falling asleep on the day that Malfoy comes back.”

Harry stood there, staring at Ron for a while, before he nodded and then headed for his own bed. “You’re right, Ron. I need sleep.”

“That’s the ticket.” Ron said, feeling more relieved. He turned over on his side and closed his eyes. “Good night, Harry.”

Harry sat down on his own bed, looking out his window at the night sky, “Good night, Ron.”

Minutes later, when Harry could tell that his friend had begun to fall asleep, he slipped on his invisibility cloak and left the Gryffindor Tower.

~*~

“Dumbledore call Dobby, sir?” Dobby said, sitting in front of the Headmaster, fidgeting nervously.

“Yes I have, Dobby. I know that you’re close to Harry and I would like you to look after him. I have a feeling that he will try something to rescue Draco. I know that his love for the other boy is very strong, but I cannot afford to have him get caught as well and then we’d have to worry about two boys instead of just one. You get what I mean, Dobby?”

The House-Elf nodded, still shaking slightly. “Dumbledore wants me to make sure that Harry Potter doesn’t go after his love.”

“Correct. Now, go to the Gryffindor Tower and watch over him. I know that he has an invisibility cloak and a certain map, so he’ll try using them to leave. Watch over him and make sure that he stays in bed and doesn’t get to his invisibility cloak. If he does, you won’t see him and it’ll be hard for you to stop him.”

Dobby nodded, “Yes sir! Dobby will do his best to help protect Harry Potter!”

“Then go and good luck, Dobby. I know that Harry can be quite sneaky when he wants to be.”

Dobby nodded again and then quickly sprinted away.

~*~

Under the invisibility cloak, Harry snuck out of Hogwarts and made his way carefully to Hagrid’s hut.

Unknown to him, a short, round-eyed house-elf had appeared in his bedroom, took notice of Harry’s absence, and then took off outside.

Harry had finally reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest and saw it sitting there, glittering in the pale moonlight. A wide grin had broke over his face as he approached his target—Sirius’ Harley Davidson. Quietly, Harry slipped off hivisivisibility cloak, stuck it into his pocket, and then moved toward the motorbike.

Just as Harry was about to touch the bike’s handle, a loud squeak was sounded from behind. Harry’s head whirled around in shock. Dobby, the freed House-Elf, was now running up to him. Harry cursed silently and then turned around to face the panicking elf.

“No! Bad Harry Potter! You are supposed to be in bed sleeping!” Dobby huffed.

“Go away, Dobby!” Harry snarled, worthy of his boyfriend. “I’m doing what’s right! Those idiot Aurors won’t care about what happens to Draco. All they care about is putting Lucius in Azkaban! They might even suspect Draco and put him in there too!”

“Dumbledore won’t let it happen!” Dobby told him, looking anxious.

“Maybe not, but if I don’t get Draco out of there soon, something terrible will happen to him! I must do this, Dobby! And none of your magic tricks will work on me. I will go so far as to put an Unforgivable curse on you, Dobby, if you don’t let me go.”

“No! Harry Potter irbidrbidden to leave Hogwarts! Dobby will tell Headmaster. . .”

Harry stared at the free elf and then smiled wickedly, “No you won’t. You’re coming with me.” Harry straddled his godfather’s motorcycle.

Dobby squeaked, “I mustn’t, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby will be in much trouble! So will Harry Potter!”

“But I really don’t know the way to Malfoy Manor, you do.” Harry reached down and grabbed onto Dobby’s raggedy shirt and pulled him up to sit in front of him.

“No, please, Harry Potter! Dobby doesn’t want to go to old master’s place! Dobby and Harry Potter will get killed!”

“I won’t let that happen.” Harry was pleased to see that the key was still in the ignition and he started it up.

“Harry Potter, please listen to Dobby!”

“Nope.” Harry kicked the stand up and then revved the engine before he turned it toward the open clearing. He put his legs up and gave it gas, moving it forward. He felt the motorcycle pull itself upward, by magic, into the night sky.

Dobby was hanging onto the front of Harry’s shirt for dear life. “Dobby is not liking this!” The house elf screamed.

“Which way?” Harry demanded, yelling over the sound of the motor.

But Dobby was clinging onto Harry, shaking like mad. “Which way, Dobby?” Harry asked again, this time more stern.

Slowly Dobby turned around and looked at the scenery. With a shaky hand, Dobby pointed to Harry’s right.

Harry turned the bike in the direction Dobby pointed and then gave it some gas. Dobby flew back into Harry’s chest, screaming and hanging on like a tree frog.

“Dobby will be in such trouble! Dobby will be punished!” He sobbed.

Harry put a reassuring hand on Dobby, “I’ll take all the blame.” Harry looked around the scenery before asking, “Am I going the right way?”

Dobby nodded reluctantly.

~*~

Draco woke up from a rather disturbing nightmare to fihat hat he was actually in a living nightmare as well. He went to move his body, but he couldn’t. Draco looked up at his wrists and noticed that they were tied tightly to the headboard, as were his ankles. If only he had his wand with him.

Light flooded the room suddenly, and in stepped his father.

“Well, it’s so good to see that you’re awake now. I just had a little talk with Lord Voldemort and mentioned that thing that your bodyguards happen to blurt out.”

Draco’s eyes widened.

“That’s right, my boy. I told him that you have this thing called a Power Surge. Now, Voldemort didn’t believe it at first, like me, because one is supposed to be IN LOVE for it to actually come about. Well, I have been wondering why in Heavens’ name you were sitting by Potter’s side when I came in to get you. . . and then it finally hit me. . .”

Lucius walked over to the edge of Draco’s bed. He looked down and smiled at his son. “You have a Power Surge with Harry Potter, don’t you?”

Draco stayed silent, feeling his anger grow, and surprisingly enough, his courage as well.

“Well? Answer me!” Lucius hit Draco across the face. Draco flinched just a little. He decided to keep his head off to the side with his eyes closed so that he didn’t have to look into his father’s face anymore.

“No matter.” Lucius said finally, trying to keep his temper in check. “He knows the truth now, and Harry Potter is as good as ours. He’s a Gryffindor, is he not? He’ll come to rescue you, won’t he? He doesn’t want his *other half* to suffer does he?” Lucius walked back over to the door. “And I thought that you’d give me a grandson. I am so disappointed in you.”

After Lucius Malfoy left the room and shut the door, Draco snarled in the dark. “No. . . I’d give Mother a grandson, not you. . .”

~TBC~