The Rebellion

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Chapter 16: From worse to better.



Harry, Draco, and Remus apparated at the gates of the Black family hunting lodge with two loud cracks. Harry still let Draco take him side-along because he was not too sure of himself apparating just yet without some practice. He would learn it now though as he could get a license, and so could Draco. The three wizards, solemnly, made their way into the lodge, Remus wondering what had Harry so down after the wedding. They went straight to the large couches in the sitting room by the large fireplace, and set down. Harry lay back with his head on the back of the couch, his eyes closed, as he rubbed his fingers through his hair. With a loud sigh, he opened his eyes, and looked at both Remus and Draco with a sorrowful frown.



"Guy's the first thing on my agenda that must be done is to destroy a portion of a memory I have. It must be done at this instant and no later. What can destroy a fragment of a memory"? Harry enquired with a serious expression upon his face.



"Well, just think of that portion of the memory, I'll permanently extract it, then it can be destroyed by simply casting the incendio charm upon it". Draco replied.



"First off, Harry, what is wrong, and why are you behaving this way on what should be the happiest day of your life"? Remus asked with concern showing in all his actions.



"Well, simply put, I know how Voldermort is staying alive". Harry deadpanned.



At Harry's words, one could have heard a pin drop. Draco had kind of expected it, but he wasn't for sure. Remus seemed frozen in his seat. They now knew that Harry had the secret of Voldermorts immortality. Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, Draco broke loose of his astonishment".



"Er Harry, why would you want to destroy that knowledge, that's what we have all wanted to find out"? Draco finally asked.



"I don't want to forget all of it, just the incantation for creating it. It was written within the scroll I read in the vault. I can't let anyone know this secret, and it needs to be destroyed at once. It's bad enough that Voldermort knows how to do it, and look what a monster he now is". Harry said to both wizards.



"OK, Harry, first off, what has Voldermort done, just in case something goes wrong"? Remus asked, wondering what was so bad to have Harry act this way.



"Horcruxes". Was Harry's only reply.



Draco looked deathly pale at this, and Remus looked inquisitive. Remus knew his knowledge was pretty in-depth in the dark arts, but he had never heard that term before. Both looked at Draco and knew at once he had some idea of what they were.



"Ha-Harry, you said Horcruxes as in plural"? Draco asked and was hoping against hope that Harry had made a mistake.



"Yes, in plural. I don't know how many". Harry said just above a whisper as he thought again about the implications this would cause.



"Well, uh, let's get rid of that partial memory, shall we"? Draco asked, while trying to be chipper, and failing miserably.



Draco scooted across the couch to Harry's side and withdrew his wand. "OK Harry, I want you to only think of seeing the incantation, and what it said. Only that part of the memory, can you do that"?



At Harry's nod, Draco placed the tip of his wand to Harry's temple. Harry slightly nodded again and Draco cast the spell then withdrew the short silvery strand from Harry's head. Draco then let the memory hang from the tip of his wand.



"Harry, try your hardest to remember the incantation". Draco instructed.



Harry thought hard for several minutes. "I can't remember any incantation or spell. It is like there never was one, but I know I had read there was. It's gone, I can guarantee that".



Draco turned to Lupin then. "Eh, you want to do the honors and destroy this thing"? Draco asked with a scowl while he looked at the thread of memory like it was sullying his wand by hanging there. At Remus's nod, Draco waved his wand up into the air releasing the strand of memory. It floated there as if it was a leaf caught in the wind.



Remus quickly aimed his wand at the memory and said aloud, "Incendio", and the memory burst into flames, and all was left was a slight puff or dark smoke that smelled almost like human hair burning. "OK, now that's over with, would you care to explain Harry"?



"Well, what Voldermort has done is the worst, and most darkest magic that can be performed. You have to commit murder to do it. Simply put, a Horcrux is an object that a wizard or witch has placed a part of their soul into. As long as it is in the object, it can't go back into the heavens, and it keeps the rest of the spirit earth bound even though the body may die. That spirit can then be brought back into a living being by using several dark rituals like the one he used in the graveyard after the tournament. They are created by a murder, ripping ones soul, and then placing the ripped off piece into said object. They can be destroyed luckily, and that will be our next job. We have to hunt them down and destroy them. This is why Voldermort looks as he does now. He has created more than one. As each was created, and his soul became less, he became less than human. That is why the vaults in Gringotts will not recognize him as any heir of Slytherin; they consider him less than human. In other words, he's nothing but a filthy abomination that needs to be put down". Harry explained in a level tone as he stared straight ahead at the fireplace.



"Harry, this is one of the scenarios that Father and Severus spoke about. I think that Severus knew he had done this, and I bet Dumbledore knew he did too, and he's told Severus his thoughts on it. I think that Severus and Dumbledore know way more than they are letting on that they do. This worries me that they would try to hide this information from you. You the most, since it is you it mostly concerns. Also, you said earlier that you may know who the heir to Hufflepuff is, how did you know about this"?



"Ah, I overheard Snape and Dumbledore speak of it in a corner of the library at the end of last year, inside the restricted section. I was hidden under my invisibility cloak at the time. I let it go at that point, as I didn't think it mattered much. Voldermort murdered Hepzibah Smith, and then he stole two objects that had belonged to the founders from her. I think he used them to create some of his horcruxes. Her death was most likely used for one of them. She apparently owned a gold cup that had been passed down through generations, which belonged to Helga Hufflepuff. There was also a golden locket, which I think belonged to Salazar Slytherin.



"I'll bet that Dumbledore and Snape were researching it then. I also think that one has already been destroyed now by myself. It was Tom's diary that your father, Draco, slipped into Ginny's cauldron, and the same one I destroyed in the Chamber of Secrets. I think Voldermort found something about how to create horcruxes down there when he discovered it. The scroll in the Hogwarts vault was supposed to be the only record of them, but I think Slytherin copied it, and hid it down there.



"I think poor old Moaning Myrtle was his first victim that he used to create one, by commanding the basilisk to kill her. He committed the murder by doing so, and he placed his ripped soul that day into that diary that he carried around with him.



"Down in the chamber, Voldermort was using Ginny to come back to life. He had an almost corporal form when I found them, and Ginny was almost dead, but when I stabbed the diary with the basilisk tooth, he practically exploded in front of me. The scroll said that the horcrux had to be destroyed by making the object un-repairable by any form of magic, or to poison or burn the soul fragment. The last way was that since true hatred created it, only true love could defeat it.



"That is the power that Dumbledore says I have over Voldermort, and is what the prophecy means by the power I have that he knows not". Harry explained in his still monotone tone. He knew what a huge job he had now laid out in front of him.



"Er Harry, how will we know how many he made"? Draco hesitantly asked.



"Well, according to the scroll, some Egyptian about a thousand years before Christ was born, in the time of King David, created three. It said that after he had made the three, his features began to become flattened and his skin began to look white. Voldermort is past this stage as his facial features are nearly gone. He has no nose, lips, or ears. His skin has become almost translucent in that you can see the veins easily underneath. That's how he looked at the Ministry of Magic. I would say he has at least created over four of them, maybe more".



Draco and Remus looked slightly ill over this. Remus stood up quickly and walked to the nearest window to look out over the lawn and calm himself. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.



"Harry, who turned you onto this information"? Remus asked with a far away voice.



"The Goblins did Remus. They hate him as much as we do. They figured it out from Voldermort trying to open a vault in the bank. When the enchantments wouldn't accept him, they started looking. When he came back from what everybody assumed being dead, they pretty much knew what he had done. Griphook pretty much helped me on the way to finding the truth. I don't think he would have told me until after I became a legal adult today. After I read the scroll, he gave me a look of pity, or what I think a goblin would look like with that expression". Harry grimly stated.



"Yes they do Harry, but watch the goblins, as they do not give anything away for free. They place a price on everything they do for someone, and they may ask for something in return in the future". Remus said as he turned to look at both boys.



"I'll keep that in mind Remus. Draco, how would you like to do a little exploring upstairs, I need something to cheer me up"? Harry asked with a smirk.



Draco's eyes went wide at Harry's clear proposition and stood up quickly, holding out his hand to Harry. "Uh, yes, that would be just fine love, shall we go"?



Harry took his hand, stood, and quickly followed his new husband up the stairs.



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Albus Dumbledore had made his way to Little Hangleton, down a narrow dirt road, which was almost overgrown with weeds, and to an old stone shack with half its roof now gone. He went inside and began to cast several spells to show any hidden magic. In a corner, where an old fireplace stood, the spell showed something under a huge pile of old broken furniture. With a wave of his wand, the furniture levitated up out of the way, to the middle of the room. He cast the spell again, and it showed something to be under the floorboards. He cautiously made his way forward, knowing that the floor was rotten from water damage. When he made it to the spot, he cast several more spells to show any wards that may have been placed. There were none, and he thought to himself that Tom must have not really thought of it, as he was young when this would have happened. With another flick of his wand, several of the floorboards lifted up out of their place leaving a hole underneath. Dumbledore squatted down, then cast the lumos spell to light the area, as he looked below. He seen what the first spells showed; it was a small tin box that had been placed there, and covered up by the floor and furniture. He retrieved the box and opened it. There inside was the ring that Marvolo Gaunt had shoved into Bob Ogden’s face. Dumbledore’s old heart began to race at the sight, and he gently picked the ring up, and discarded the old tin.



"Ah my beauty, how long I have sought you"! Dumbledore exclaimed as he rolled the ring over in his hand. "I will now be able to see you again Ariana, and finally ask who cast the fatal curse on you on the day of your death".



Dumbledore took the ring in his left hand, and eyed it once more, before slipping it on his right ring finger. What happened next was immediate; a sharp pain shot up his arm that made moving it impossible. The arm and hand became stiff, and the finger it was on started turning black as coal. He quickly grabbed the ring and tried to yank it off, but it was as if it had grown into his own skin. Quickly, he started casting spells on his hand, trying to stop the damage that was incurring. He had been so foolish to think that a young man, of around eighteen, would have thought to curse the ring, and not ward where he hid it. It had been a trap, and now he needed help quickly. He ran outside into the light and looked over the surrounding area. He seen a large and worn millstone by an old well, and he walked steadily towards it. He then began casting every spell he knew, and finally the ring released its hold on his finger. He laid the ring on the old millstone and withdrew Gryffindors sword with his good hand. With an all mighty effort, he swung the blade over his head and down upon the ring. The stone in the middle of the ring, that held the Peverell crest, split down the middle. When it did, a sickly black smoke arose from the stone, and he heard a shivering, high-pitched cry, as though a hog had just been slaughtered. He knew then that this portion of Voldermorts soul had just been destroyed. Next, he grabbed the ring, pocketed it within his robes, spun on his heel, and quickly disapparated back to Hogwarts.



There was a loud crack of apparation at the front gate of Hogwarts, and the figure of Albus Dumbledore appeared staggering, then righting himself. He briefly looked at his hand and seen the black on his finger had now consumed most of his hand. After opening the gates, he ran the best he could to the great oak doors of the school. He waved his wand and the two large doors creaked open, allowing him inside the entrance hall. He placed his wand to his throat and cast a sonorous charm, then shouted for all he was worth "HELP"! With this, he collapsed to his knees as the doors to the great hall opened.



Minerva McGonagall saw the headmaster first and ran to his aide. She kneeled down by him, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Albus, what is wrong, should I call Poppy"?



"No Minerva, call Severus at once, he is the only one that will understand the curse that hit me". Dumbledore stated with a shaky and weak voice.



McGonagall stood and cast her patronus. A silver cat sprang forth from her wand in which she gave instructions too, and a message for Severus Snape. When she was done, the silvery cat ran down the hall, and disappeared through a wall on its way to find the potions master.



Dumbledore finally looked up at McGonagall. "I've been a fool Minerva, I've been such a fool". Those were his final words before he fainted.



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The door to the main bedroom of the Black’s hunting lodge swung open violently, and banged against its stop. Two wizards almost tumbled through it, their arms wrapped around each other, and their tongues entwined. They stumbled ungraciously towards the large four-poster bed until the back of ones knees met the mattress. Slowly but surely, Draco stood back, untangling himself from his husband. He placed his arms on Harry's shoulders making him sit on the edge of the mattress. Draco took two steps back, and slowly began to undress himself before Harry's eyes. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and slowly removed the green satin robe he was wearing. Once the robe was graciously dropped to the floor, Draco undid the buttons on his shirt, dropping it also to the floor, and ran his hand slowly down his chest. Draco slowly undid his belt, and pulled it through the loops of his trousers, tossing it carelessly to the side. After the belt dropped to the floor, Draco began to unbutton his trousers, taking what seemed several minutes to Harry's chagrin. Once Draco's trousers were undone, he placed his thumbs into the waistband, and slowly again, slid the trousers down his hips, as he gave them a slight wiggle. He then let go of the waistband, and the trousers dropped around his ankles where he softly stepped out of them. To Harry's surprise, Draco was not wearing any boxers that day, as his erection had sprang proudly to the forefront.



"Oh God Draco, come here". Harry said, just above a whisper.



Draco stepped forward, undid the few buttons on Harry's robes, slid them slowly up over his head, and tossed them over his shoulder. Next, he slowly removed Harry's shirt in the same manor, while after each button was undone, he would softly drag his finger nails over Harry's chest. Draco then pushed Harry slowly back onto the bed, never saying a word, he began to take off Harry's shoes and socks. Once done, Draco slowly ran his hands up Harry's legs to his crotch, where he lightly rubbed his right hand over the erection underneath the cloth. Draco next removed Harry's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Draco very slowly pulled the trousers off by the ends of the legs. When he was done, Draco stood up and looked at the sight that lay before him. His husband was beautiful laying there, his quidditch toned body showing it's fitness. Nestled in a bed of dark curls was a hard member of turgid flesh, in which its tip reached his naval. When Harry lifted his legs and placed his feet flat on the mattress, Draco noticed his bollocks hanging just above a small pink whirl. At this sight, Draco let out a whimper that was so unbecoming a Malfoy. He then quickly stepped forward and straddled Harry's hips, setting down, and allowing their hard cocks to rub against each other. Bending over, Draco took Harry's mouth with his in several light, chaste, kisses. The soft kisses soon heated up to where tongues again became entwined. Hands slowly rubbed over undulating bodies while soft moans escaped each others throats. Draco finally broke the kiss, set up, and helped Harry to the middle of the bed. He placed his hips at Harry's head, then lay down only to take Harry's hard cock into his mouth, where he gently ran his tongue around the tip. Harry in turn leaned forward and took Draco's cock into his own mouth and began to suck on it just as Draco had his own. When Draco couldn't take anymore, he let Harry's cock go, and slowly began to set up allowing Harry to stop what he was doing. Draco gathered himself, and straddled Harry's hips again, but this time he didn't lean down for a kiss. He quickly summoned a phial of lubricant, and wet three of his fingers with it. After setting the phial aside, he raised his hips above Harry, giving a lust filled look at his husband. Reaching behind him, Draco inserted one finger into his tight whirl, and began to slowly push his finger in and out, all the while still gazing into Harry's eyes with a passion he had never known. One finger changed to two, and then finally to three, before he removed them. Reaching for the phial of lubricant again, he poured a small bit into his palm, recapped the phial, and laying it slowly aside, he finally clasped Harry's cock into his oiled hand. He slowly stroked Harry's aching member, while still looking into those emerald green eyes. Once he was satisfied that Harry was slick enough, Draco held Harry's cock upright, and slowly impaled himself on it. Slowly and evenly, Draco began to ride Harry's hard member as if it were his first time.



"Oh God, fuck me my dragon"! Harry exclaimed with a low moan, his eyes rolling back into his head, and his body arching up into Draco's with each thrust.



"Yours Harry, I've always been yours from the day we met". Draco said, just above a whisper, as he began to speed up the pounding of their bodies.



As the sex went on, a white glow started to form over both young men. It looked almost like a bright white mist laying just outside their bodies. It enveloped them, caressed them, and swirled about their bodies. As the sex picked up, items around the room began to float into mid air. Harder yet the pounding went, the furniture itself began to levitate off the floor, and a small wind began to form. When Harry began to feel the tightness in his groin, knowing he was close to his orgasm, a great wave of magic pulsed away from the young wizards. Again, with each coupling of their bodies, another wave would form and travel outwards. When Harry came, Draco did at the same time, spilling his seed out over Harry's abdomen. The orgasm brought out one great last wave of magic, which went over the British isle like a tidal wave. Every witch, wizard, and squib felt it. The magic interrupted all the muggle radio and television broadcasts for a few minutes until it settled. The muggle news would report that it was sun spot trouble, but the wizardom of Britain knew some great feat of magic had just taken place. They could all feel the raw love and feelings of hope within it.



The white glow that had surrounded both young wizards began to ebb away, but it had hid a small wifty puff of black smoke that had escaped Harry's scar. The same scar that now had flattened itself to Harry's brow, and no longer was red, but the color of his skin. The scar was still there, yes, but it did not stand out like it once had. When the glow had left, Draco fell forward over his mate, and collapsed into a faint along with Harry. The furniture in their room, the objects in the air, slowly, and silently, fell back with gravity into their place.



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Tom Riddle Jr. set on his little throne, the one he had stolen years ago from a muggle theatre, in his little room, and inside the little brick home that Lucius Malfoy had given him upon his return. He was staring out the window with his little whore kneeling next to him. Oh, she thought that she was her lords favorite, and that he loved her above all other things. How so far from the truth she was. It was then that several waves of magic barreled through the highly warded home and hit Lord Voldermort square in the chest. He began to fill ill to his stomach as the first wave hit. The second took his breath making him wheeze. The third burned his eyes making them grossly bloodshot and tear. The tears however were mixed with blood. The fourth wave constricted what heart he had left, making a great pain in his left breast. He grabbed at his robe tightly, wondering what was taking place. The sixth wave hit, and he retched up everything he had eaten that day, all down the front of his fine robes. The seventh and final wave hit, knocking him off his throne, as if the hand of God itself had slapped him down. His skin began to peel as if it had been burned. Steam rose from him as if he had been doused with boiling water. He then began to convulse by the time Bellatrix Lestrange came to his side, dropping ungracefully to the floor.



"OH MY LORD, WHAT IS HAPPENING"! Bellatrix screamed at the sight. Had someone poisoned her lord, had someone brought in a cursed object that he had touched. "Please tell me, are you all right"? She sobbed out.



Voldermort finally caught his breath, the convulsions stopped, and his lungs burned as if their insides had been fried. His mouth was too dry to swallow, and he was still wheezing. He wiped the tears from his face and noticed they were blood stained. He crawled, and made his way upon his elbows, his head bursting with a pain that he hadn't felt since...



"Water damn it! Get me water Bella, NOW"! Voldermort's voice trembled, as he wheezed out the commanded to his whore.



Bellatrix quickly ran to the large brass pitcher on the table beside the throne, poured a glass full of the water, and ran back to her lord. The smell of vomit, so sweet in the air, made her gag. She helped him sit, and held the water to his mouth as he took several timid drinks that burned on the way down, instead of cooled.



"Something of the utmost importance has happened Bella, and I do not know what. That magic was the strongest I have ever felt, or been hit by. Who released it, or from what, I do not know. We need to find out at once what has happened. Give me your left arm you wench, I need to summon my followers". Voldermort said, as he shakily took her left forearm, and dug his wand into her dark mark.







Thanks to all for your reviews and votes!



hieisdragoness18: Narcissa is Narcissa, or she is acting as JKR described her. She had once believed in Voldermort's cause, that was until her son was involved, and was about to be killed.



Kurai: Sometimes we have to swallow the bad before we get to the good. I'm glad you like the story.



Sneakyfox: I am trying to keep the explanation about Horcruxes as close to canon as possible. JKR never revealed where Tom found the information on them. He did however travel abroad when he killed Mrs. Smith, and left Borgin and Burkes, but he had already created his first while still in school. We know he asked Slughorn about them, so he had to read or hear about them while there.



spikesbitch: Snape still holds a loyalty to Lily, and has a debt to James for saving his life. Though he despises Harry, he will still protect him from death. Bodily injury though is another matter.