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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
18,725
Reviews:
68
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Loss
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Chapter 16
__________
Author’s note:
This one took me a lot of time and effort. Be gentle. Also is a turning point in the story something horrible is about to happen. Hang in there.
*******
“I can’t believe it” said Molly.
“Believe it, Molly, It’s true.” Said Severus in a defeated tone “the man I always regarded as a mentor took everything that mattered from me”
“Oh, Severus… I can’t even imagine what is like for you, but it’s so…” Molly was out of words. The things that had been said… the Albus Dumbledore she knew would never do those things.
“You will” Trelaway spoke for the first time.
“What?”
“You will understand how he feels, Molly Weasley, for you will feel the same”
Severus could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up, Trelaway was looking strange… well, stranger, again. She was seeing something. The whole room had gone quiet, even the Dark Lord had his attention on the seer now.
“What do you mean, my dear?” he asked.
“She already lost one son for him. He took her son to work as spy because a third force is playing in this charade”
“What does she means? What son did I lose?” asked Molly panicking.
“Percy” Fred was the first to speak, he understood, he could see it, clear as water “he is not in Dumblerore’s side and he did not become a Death Eater. He works for the ministry”
“Yes, the third son. The power driven one. He turned his back on his own blood in order to serve his master. His new set of eyes” Trelaway was now playing with her necklace, a long silver chain with a miniature crystal ball attached to it. The little ball started to move on its own and emanate a soft bluish glow, tiny specks of yellow and red glow could be seeing dancing inside as Trelaway continued.
“He had the board all set, a prime position to choose his future players, a spy in his enemies house and a puppet doing what he was told in the main sit at the wizarding world, but the puppet cut out his strings” she laughed as if someone had told her a joke “Three sides once balanced and now the scale was tipping… ”
Trelaway got up and stood besides Molly, running her hand absently minded on her head. When she spoke again everyone in the room held their breath, it was Dumbledore’s voice they heard.
“The Weasley have enough children on their family, they won’t take a big hit by the loss of one. The other families only have one or two children, if I pick one of them I lose the whole family in time, the Weasleys will remain faithful even after the loss of one or two of them. It our safest bet”
Trelaway suddenly turned around looking at the door, her voice went back to been her own.
“Oh, we just lost the second one”
Harry felt his heart stop, he refused to understand what she had just said. He forced the knowledge out of his mind, ignored with all his might. Trelaway did not say the last sentence, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did not just ran out the door, the twins were not following them, Ginny was not following them. He was not moving, he was standing still, he was not running, he was not catching up with the twins who were moving slower because of the leg injure, he was not bypassing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who were running with tears in their eyes, he was not bursting through the infirmary door … Ron was not lying there pale and still with his eyes closed. IT WAS NOT HAPPENING.
“Ron, wake up, Ron... RON, WAKE UP” someone was grabbing his shoulders, pulling him back, no, no. He was suppose to help Ron wake up, Ron was hurt and weak and would not wake up with strangers, they didn’t know how to wake him up, but Ron would respond to him. They were all wrong, they were mistaken.
He could still feel hands trying to prevent him to get close to Ron. He had to get back. He had to get free and help Ron. The hands were NOT helping and he had to push them away to get back.
He was almost unaware of some voices sounding on his ear, someone was shouting. Molly was kneeling at Ron’s bed crying, no, she was mistaken, she was giving up, someone had to shake Ron and he would wake up, sometimes doctors made mistake, Ron was not gone, Ron was there, Ron was laying right there.
Snape was standing in front of him, blood running down his face from his nose. He raised his wand and pointed at Harry. A brief flash of light and Harry felt the world falling in to the most blessed, silence and painless darkness he never knew.
******
Harry woke up feeling sore all over and feeling his mouth dry. He tried to get up but a gentle hand held him down and he felt a vial pressed to his lips.
“Drink this, son” he recognized his father’s voice and gulped down the potion. He began to feel a little better and looked around the room. He was laying in one of the beds in the infirmary, the lights were low but he could still see that all the other beds were empty.
He could hear muffled voices. He turned his head to the end of the room, Mrs. Weasley was sitting with one of the med-witches, they had tea cups in their hands and he could see that they both crying while they talked. Other voices could be heard from the other side of the open doors. He looked at his father, who was still holding his hand.
“What happened?”
“You lost control when we found out about Ron. You started to yell and wouldn’t let us get near him, we try to hold you but you put up a hell of a fight… broke my nose, for one thing. We… I had to stupefy you to keep you from hurting yourself or anybody else”
“I’m sorry… but, Ron. Is he…?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. The curse he was hit with was very powerful, we simply did not have the cure”
Harry started to cry softly. He felt like someone was slowly ripping his heart out of his chest. It didn’t physically hurt, but at the same time he had never felt so much pain in his life. Strong, protective arms wrapped around him and he felt himself been rocked back and forward. He heard Molly specking from a long distance saying it would be ok. He curled in her embrace, inhaling her scent, the scent of Ron, of the Burrows, of home, and he never felt more alone in his life.
Snape watched his son cry in to the red headed woman’s embrace for a moment before letting her know that he was going in to the other room. She nodded and continued to rock Harry in her arms.
“They need each other right now more than anything, I wish I could find comfort so easily”
He left the infirmary and joined the twins who standing just outside the door, watching their father and sister talk to the Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy.
“What is going on?”
“They are apologizing to Ginny for the trouble in her first year, you know with the diary and the chamber of secrets” said a very serious looking twin, Snape looked at them, he had never seen them so serious or so quiet.
“Why are they doing it now?” asked Snape.
“Ginny was not well, she was… in shock, I guess” said George… or Fred “They wanted to make her get over it”
“Lucius even apologized to dad, in front of everyone. Shook his hand and everything” added the other one “I guess they are really trying to patch up the way between them”
“Yes, it will be vital that we stay together now” said Snape.
“Why? What happens now?” asked one of the twins, the answer came from the door.
“We find more about Dumbledore’s plan and why they did this to Ron” Harry was standing by the door holding Molly in his arms. They both had tears in their eyes, but Harry also had anger.
He took Molly to the other side of the room where the men stood up when they approached.
“Mrs. Weasley, I would like to formally introduce you to my grandfather. Tom Riddler. Tom, this is Molly Weasley, she was like a mother to me for the last six years and is the mother of my boyfriend”
Voldemort notice the use of his old name and the fact that Harry had said “is” instead of “was” when he talked about his boyfriend. One exchanged look with his grandson and he understood he was doing it for the woman’s sake, there was a hardness in Harry’s eyes that wasn’t there before and at that moment he knew.
His grandson was finally home.
*******
Narcisa Malfoy was sitting in her privet office in her manor. As Lady Malfoy, she had a number of social duties that demanded her constant attention. Right now she was answering several R.V.S. P. invitations and going over next weeks menu as well as dealing with several small matters that needed her attention around the house. She liked to do everything at once, leaving the rest of her week free for other activities and the occasional emergency that could pop up unannounced.
Her emergencies were usually a last minute necessities around the house, something getting broken, someone arriving unexpectedly and the last minute party/reception/basket of flowers needed because of that.
She, every now and then, had a different kind of emergency. The Dark Lord had, on occasion, call upon her to do something and she happily obliged. Therefore, when the dark owl came to her window, she was not overly surprised and, with a sense of self importance, she took the letter from the owl and began to read. Now, that was unexpected!
She putted away a few papers in secret compartments in her desk and send a house-elf to find her son, they were been expected in the Riddler Mansion right way.
******
Harry made sure Molly and Ginny were feeling comfortable enough with Voldemort, who was proving to be an exceptional host, letting his guest feel at easy with him, before indicating the group standing by the infirmary door to Lucius with his head. Arthur Weasley notice the exchange and followed them when they left.
“Mr. Weasley, maybe you would like to stay out of this one” said Harry.
“Why?” snapped Arthur.
“Because we are going downstairs and we are going to do whatever it takes to find out everything we can about Dumbledore’s plan” answered one of the twins.
Lucius looked at Severus for confirmation and the potion master nodded. They were really going and right now the youngsters were looking for more than just answers, they also wanted to exact a little revenge. Arthur Weasley shook his head.
“No, not alone you are not. Ron was my son… my little one” he started to cry and to everybody’s surprise it was Lucius who put his arms around the man. “I’m not going to just sit up here and be informed of why was my son murdered latter. I’m coming with you”
Harry wanted to protest, but one look from his father made him shut up. He could see the looks the three older wizards were exchanging between them, they spoke volumes. The six of them silently left the room as Trelaway walked in, making her way to where Voldemort was sitting with Ginny and Molly, a house elf was following her with a tray of tea. The young Miss Weasley had not eaten anything since she had got here, it was time to chance that.
Trelaway smiled at the women sitting at the fancy couch as the tea was served. She helped Mr. Weasley convince her daughter to eat something and smile again, half because Ginny was finally relaxing enough to eat and half because at that moment, the men had reach the cell were the Death Eaters impersonators were, her gift was tingling with the knowledge of the amount of pain was in store for Dumbledore’s men.
In a moment she would have excuse herself, Narcisa Malfoy and her son would be there and she would take the blond boy to join the men downstairs. An important meeting was about to happen and she was just in the right position to watch a new chapter in history to happen.
The four young men would change the face of the world, if everything went the way she planned, and she wanted to make sure everything was in place for that to happen. Everything in the right place for the down fall of Dumbledore.
Reviews:
Yana: Sorry, dear. Get in line. : )
Just kidding about the line, I think we should gang up on them, but don\'t worry they are getting what they deserve eventually.
Chapter 16
__________
Author’s note:
This one took me a lot of time and effort. Be gentle. Also is a turning point in the story something horrible is about to happen. Hang in there.
*******
“I can’t believe it” said Molly.
“Believe it, Molly, It’s true.” Said Severus in a defeated tone “the man I always regarded as a mentor took everything that mattered from me”
“Oh, Severus… I can’t even imagine what is like for you, but it’s so…” Molly was out of words. The things that had been said… the Albus Dumbledore she knew would never do those things.
“You will” Trelaway spoke for the first time.
“What?”
“You will understand how he feels, Molly Weasley, for you will feel the same”
Severus could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up, Trelaway was looking strange… well, stranger, again. She was seeing something. The whole room had gone quiet, even the Dark Lord had his attention on the seer now.
“What do you mean, my dear?” he asked.
“She already lost one son for him. He took her son to work as spy because a third force is playing in this charade”
“What does she means? What son did I lose?” asked Molly panicking.
“Percy” Fred was the first to speak, he understood, he could see it, clear as water “he is not in Dumblerore’s side and he did not become a Death Eater. He works for the ministry”
“Yes, the third son. The power driven one. He turned his back on his own blood in order to serve his master. His new set of eyes” Trelaway was now playing with her necklace, a long silver chain with a miniature crystal ball attached to it. The little ball started to move on its own and emanate a soft bluish glow, tiny specks of yellow and red glow could be seeing dancing inside as Trelaway continued.
“He had the board all set, a prime position to choose his future players, a spy in his enemies house and a puppet doing what he was told in the main sit at the wizarding world, but the puppet cut out his strings” she laughed as if someone had told her a joke “Three sides once balanced and now the scale was tipping… ”
Trelaway got up and stood besides Molly, running her hand absently minded on her head. When she spoke again everyone in the room held their breath, it was Dumbledore’s voice they heard.
“The Weasley have enough children on their family, they won’t take a big hit by the loss of one. The other families only have one or two children, if I pick one of them I lose the whole family in time, the Weasleys will remain faithful even after the loss of one or two of them. It our safest bet”
Trelaway suddenly turned around looking at the door, her voice went back to been her own.
“Oh, we just lost the second one”
Harry felt his heart stop, he refused to understand what she had just said. He forced the knowledge out of his mind, ignored with all his might. Trelaway did not say the last sentence, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did not just ran out the door, the twins were not following them, Ginny was not following them. He was not moving, he was standing still, he was not running, he was not catching up with the twins who were moving slower because of the leg injure, he was not bypassing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who were running with tears in their eyes, he was not bursting through the infirmary door … Ron was not lying there pale and still with his eyes closed. IT WAS NOT HAPPENING.
“Ron, wake up, Ron... RON, WAKE UP” someone was grabbing his shoulders, pulling him back, no, no. He was suppose to help Ron wake up, Ron was hurt and weak and would not wake up with strangers, they didn’t know how to wake him up, but Ron would respond to him. They were all wrong, they were mistaken.
He could still feel hands trying to prevent him to get close to Ron. He had to get back. He had to get free and help Ron. The hands were NOT helping and he had to push them away to get back.
He was almost unaware of some voices sounding on his ear, someone was shouting. Molly was kneeling at Ron’s bed crying, no, she was mistaken, she was giving up, someone had to shake Ron and he would wake up, sometimes doctors made mistake, Ron was not gone, Ron was there, Ron was laying right there.
Snape was standing in front of him, blood running down his face from his nose. He raised his wand and pointed at Harry. A brief flash of light and Harry felt the world falling in to the most blessed, silence and painless darkness he never knew.
******
Harry woke up feeling sore all over and feeling his mouth dry. He tried to get up but a gentle hand held him down and he felt a vial pressed to his lips.
“Drink this, son” he recognized his father’s voice and gulped down the potion. He began to feel a little better and looked around the room. He was laying in one of the beds in the infirmary, the lights were low but he could still see that all the other beds were empty.
He could hear muffled voices. He turned his head to the end of the room, Mrs. Weasley was sitting with one of the med-witches, they had tea cups in their hands and he could see that they both crying while they talked. Other voices could be heard from the other side of the open doors. He looked at his father, who was still holding his hand.
“What happened?”
“You lost control when we found out about Ron. You started to yell and wouldn’t let us get near him, we try to hold you but you put up a hell of a fight… broke my nose, for one thing. We… I had to stupefy you to keep you from hurting yourself or anybody else”
“I’m sorry… but, Ron. Is he…?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. The curse he was hit with was very powerful, we simply did not have the cure”
Harry started to cry softly. He felt like someone was slowly ripping his heart out of his chest. It didn’t physically hurt, but at the same time he had never felt so much pain in his life. Strong, protective arms wrapped around him and he felt himself been rocked back and forward. He heard Molly specking from a long distance saying it would be ok. He curled in her embrace, inhaling her scent, the scent of Ron, of the Burrows, of home, and he never felt more alone in his life.
Snape watched his son cry in to the red headed woman’s embrace for a moment before letting her know that he was going in to the other room. She nodded and continued to rock Harry in her arms.
“They need each other right now more than anything, I wish I could find comfort so easily”
He left the infirmary and joined the twins who standing just outside the door, watching their father and sister talk to the Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy.
“What is going on?”
“They are apologizing to Ginny for the trouble in her first year, you know with the diary and the chamber of secrets” said a very serious looking twin, Snape looked at them, he had never seen them so serious or so quiet.
“Why are they doing it now?” asked Snape.
“Ginny was not well, she was… in shock, I guess” said George… or Fred “They wanted to make her get over it”
“Lucius even apologized to dad, in front of everyone. Shook his hand and everything” added the other one “I guess they are really trying to patch up the way between them”
“Yes, it will be vital that we stay together now” said Snape.
“Why? What happens now?” asked one of the twins, the answer came from the door.
“We find more about Dumbledore’s plan and why they did this to Ron” Harry was standing by the door holding Molly in his arms. They both had tears in their eyes, but Harry also had anger.
He took Molly to the other side of the room where the men stood up when they approached.
“Mrs. Weasley, I would like to formally introduce you to my grandfather. Tom Riddler. Tom, this is Molly Weasley, she was like a mother to me for the last six years and is the mother of my boyfriend”
Voldemort notice the use of his old name and the fact that Harry had said “is” instead of “was” when he talked about his boyfriend. One exchanged look with his grandson and he understood he was doing it for the woman’s sake, there was a hardness in Harry’s eyes that wasn’t there before and at that moment he knew.
His grandson was finally home.
*******
Narcisa Malfoy was sitting in her privet office in her manor. As Lady Malfoy, she had a number of social duties that demanded her constant attention. Right now she was answering several R.V.S. P. invitations and going over next weeks menu as well as dealing with several small matters that needed her attention around the house. She liked to do everything at once, leaving the rest of her week free for other activities and the occasional emergency that could pop up unannounced.
Her emergencies were usually a last minute necessities around the house, something getting broken, someone arriving unexpectedly and the last minute party/reception/basket of flowers needed because of that.
She, every now and then, had a different kind of emergency. The Dark Lord had, on occasion, call upon her to do something and she happily obliged. Therefore, when the dark owl came to her window, she was not overly surprised and, with a sense of self importance, she took the letter from the owl and began to read. Now, that was unexpected!
She putted away a few papers in secret compartments in her desk and send a house-elf to find her son, they were been expected in the Riddler Mansion right way.
******
Harry made sure Molly and Ginny were feeling comfortable enough with Voldemort, who was proving to be an exceptional host, letting his guest feel at easy with him, before indicating the group standing by the infirmary door to Lucius with his head. Arthur Weasley notice the exchange and followed them when they left.
“Mr. Weasley, maybe you would like to stay out of this one” said Harry.
“Why?” snapped Arthur.
“Because we are going downstairs and we are going to do whatever it takes to find out everything we can about Dumbledore’s plan” answered one of the twins.
Lucius looked at Severus for confirmation and the potion master nodded. They were really going and right now the youngsters were looking for more than just answers, they also wanted to exact a little revenge. Arthur Weasley shook his head.
“No, not alone you are not. Ron was my son… my little one” he started to cry and to everybody’s surprise it was Lucius who put his arms around the man. “I’m not going to just sit up here and be informed of why was my son murdered latter. I’m coming with you”
Harry wanted to protest, but one look from his father made him shut up. He could see the looks the three older wizards were exchanging between them, they spoke volumes. The six of them silently left the room as Trelaway walked in, making her way to where Voldemort was sitting with Ginny and Molly, a house elf was following her with a tray of tea. The young Miss Weasley had not eaten anything since she had got here, it was time to chance that.
Trelaway smiled at the women sitting at the fancy couch as the tea was served. She helped Mr. Weasley convince her daughter to eat something and smile again, half because Ginny was finally relaxing enough to eat and half because at that moment, the men had reach the cell were the Death Eaters impersonators were, her gift was tingling with the knowledge of the amount of pain was in store for Dumbledore’s men.
In a moment she would have excuse herself, Narcisa Malfoy and her son would be there and she would take the blond boy to join the men downstairs. An important meeting was about to happen and she was just in the right position to watch a new chapter in history to happen.
The four young men would change the face of the world, if everything went the way she planned, and she wanted to make sure everything was in place for that to happen. Everything in the right place for the down fall of Dumbledore.
Reviews:
Yana: Sorry, dear. Get in line. : )
Just kidding about the line, I think we should gang up on them, but don\'t worry they are getting what they deserve eventually.