The Lord of The Fae

Harry walked through his bedroom door where he knew Draco would be waiting, still shaking slightly. Had Draco really felt like that? Had he lived through that kind of pain just because he hadn't thought things through? He owed him an apology. The room was dark except for the torches on the walls casting flickering shadows, something glinted on the bed post but his attention was drawn by the sound of Draco's voice.

"Hello Harry." He greeted him. He was sitting on the bed a glass of red wine in one hand. His hair was loose and falling in front of his eyes in sexy disarray. The fire from the torches highlighted yet cast shadows on the smooth expanse of his bare chest. If he had ever seen anything so...utterly erotic then Draco waiting fro him like this then he must have been asleep for it. The silk wrap he wore around his legs really didn't cover much and what it did, well it was easily disposed of.

Harry felt his body instantly tighten and the heat in the room escalate. The torches flared and flickered then died back to their normal state. He wanted him yes, but first he had to tell him what was on his mind. He had to make sure he knew.

"Draco, we need to talk." He said as Draco rose from the bed. Why did he have to look like that, it was hard to think of anything at all when he was walking towards him like that. With that sexy knowing smile of his and all that bare flesh begging to be touched. He placed the wine on the lamp table and cocked his head to one side, causing his hair to sway forward glinting like molten sun in the torch light. His fingers actually twitched with the urge to reach out and touch it.

"Talk? Is that really what you want to do Harry?" Draco asked placing one hand on Harry's neck. He shivered, couldn't stop himself from moving forward into his touch. He had to say this, he knew he had to but it was getting so damn hard to think with Draco touching him. His lips where dancing on his neck lighting a fire in his veins that quickly rushed to his groin.

"Yes, talk. Please Draco" He bit out on a groan as he felt Draco's tongue slide down the column of his throat. Then his hands left their position on his chest and moved to rub circles on his thighs. He rocked his hips into his touch a moan escaping him. Draco smiled and nipped at his throat.

"I don't think that's what you really want Harry." His voice was husky, there was an almost dangerous edge to it, to him. Something wasn't right and Harry knew it wouldn't be until they talked. With all the strength he possessed he tore away from Draco's embrace.

"I mean it Draco please, just listen to me!" He pleaded taking a step back. Everything in his body branded him a fool screamed for him to throw words to the wind and just do what Draco so obviously wanted to do. What Hari had shown him weighed on his mind refusing to let go of him. He'd hurt Draco, that's probably what that glint was all about in his eyes. It was also probably why a sense of danger was escalating in the air.

"Fine Harry talk." Draco said raising one slim blond eyebrow. He stood there and smiled at him, as if to tell him that no matter what Harry said now it wasn't going to help him. Harry took a deep breath.

"Listen I know we never talked about what I did the other day and..." at the mention of this the sly smile turned to an instant frown the heat of anger blazed in his eyes. Harry flinched, Hari had been right. "God I'm sorry Draco, I didn't think about how it would make you feel; or how I would feel if it was you being so stupid." He took a step forward though he knew it was dangerous and placed on hand on Draco's chest directly above his heart.

"If it were you I would die, if anything ever happened to you I'd just stop wanting to go on. It would be like someone tore the heart from my chest and I had to stand there and watch myself just stop being. I realize that no matter how much I liked Ginny and respected her that I never loved her like I do you. And I can't believe I wanted to just throw that away. If I ever do anything so stupid or selfish again then I don't deserve you. I never have, but I don't want to loose you now that I have you." Having said what he needed to say he did what he'd been dieing to do since entering the room.

He bent downwards and placed a kiss on Draco's heart.

He could feel it beating, and he'd never felt more connected to him in that one moment.

Draco was staring at him like he'd never seen him before. He could feel the emotion welling inside him, joy, elation guilt and tears. Tears that he knew Draco would never allow himself to shed. They stared at each other for what could have been hours or merely seconds.

Draco loved Harry, he'd known this for awhile now but he knew it now with more clarity then he'd ever had. What had he been thinking, how could he have wanted to hurt Harry like that? Harry was his everything and he'd been so close to tarnishing what they had. Sirius words returned to him and he felt shame wash through him. Harry was the greatest gift god had ever given him and he had been willing to throw it away. They both moved at the same instant their lips connecting in sweet passion.

He felt tears slide on his cheeks, hoping they were all Harry's but knowing that some were his own. He broke the kiss and took a shuddering breath resting his forehead against Harry's unconsciously smoothing patterns into his back.

"Harry I was going too... I was...." He shuddered and felt Harry's arms tighten around his body. Harry placed a kiss on his bare throat and kissed his way up its column.

"It's behind us. I just want to be with you and nothing is ever going to change that." He whispered kissing down his throat this time.

What had he done to ever deserve to be so utterly undone like this. He was shaken to his core, and he wanted it to last forever. "Harry I want you to take me?" He said breathlessly. Harry's kisses halted as he stared at Draco in surprise.

Draco never allowed him to top, it wasn't that Harry minded usually how it happened was the last thing he worried about when they got started. But he'd sensed that a sense of control was important to Draco and had always assumed it was just part of the dragon’s nature. To allow him to do this was a sacrifice and a commitment on Draco's part. He didn't need to; he liked things just the way they were between them. The fact that Draco would was enough.

He pulled Draco against him driven by an almost savage need to taste and be taken. Draco's mouth came down against his own, hands sinking into his hair. Harry's hair felt like silk wrapped around his seeking hands as their lips moved dancing against each other. His fingertips gripped Harry's skull as his mouth ravished his own.

He had to move he was squirming against Draco, body full of heated agitation to the point where he wanted nothing more then to just crawl into his lovers skin. He threw his own arms around Draco's neck so that they were as close as physically possible. Their bodies were fitted together each part melded together in beautiful perfect symmetry.

As their tongues danced around each other Draco's hands slipped under Harry's shirt. He shuddered and almost bit down on Draco's tongue when a shock of sensation hit him from the feel of Draco's hand on his nipples. He moved into each tweak each pinch with abandon, breaking away from the kiss to pant his name.

The feel of his shirt on his body had become offensive, itchy and much too rough on his sensitized skin. He whimpered rubbing his swollen cock against Draco's leg. "Please Draco, I want to feel my skin on your skin." he murmured letting his lips trail a wet path down Draco's chest. Draco's body tensed at the contact and within seconds their bare chest were meeting.

Harry felt the familiar heat in his blood and held on tightly to his magical control, he let his hands move in smooth erotic circles on Draco's skin. His mouth trailed kisses down his chest, his tongue traced a path down his lean muscle and did a tango with each one of his pert nipples. He blew air on them after each teasing bite and nearly purred with satisfaction at the growl of pleasure that escaped Draco's tight lips. They moved against each other in perfect rhythm, the heat escalating, feeding off one another's touches and kisses like gluttons.

Draco was going to have an orgasm right there and then. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer on the assault to his senses. Harry was feasting on his flesh, the skin of his abs was the meal and no matter how close he was, how he shifted or thrust against him he couldn't get close enough. His blood was too hot in his body, his fangs had burst in his mouth at the first touch and the Dragon in him ordered him to take control.

He would not, it was taking all of his control but he was going to let Harry do whatever it was he had in mind. It was going to kill him. Harry had untied the knot in his towel and the feel of cool air on his heated cock was enough to make him shout. Harry smiled up at him from his kneeling position on the floor. His graceful lean fingers reached out to touch his velvety and wet tip and Draco knew he was going to die. This was going to be the end of him he was going to either explode or have a heart attack.

"You’re so beautiful you know that." Harry whispered his voice thick and filled with promise. He was thickening more by each moment and he was practically doing a tango to get Harry to do something other then just lightly touch him.

"Harry" he groaned in plea. Harry didn't seem to hear him. He continued to stare at it in speculation.

"You need to learn more patience Draco. Your never patient you know that, even when your eating. You eat your food like you won’t eat for another year."

Why the hell was he talking about food, it was fraying his nerves. His body was thrumming achingly hot and if Harry didn't do something he was going to do it for him. He could feel the dragon roaring inside him moving, demanding. He fought it back; Harry had better make up his mind and fast.

"Have you ever just sat back and tasted things. Taken a small bite..."

He was going to shatter, a chord of sensation so bright with pleasure that it was pain vibrated through him at the feel of Harry's lips just barely coming over the head of his cock.

He threw back his head and shouted with the feel of it coursing through his body. Then his lips where gone after only the briefest of touches. Harry licked his lips as if savoring the taste of him.

"The fist taste is always the best and should be enjoyed don't you think?" He asked with a smile.

It was clawing at him, demanding that he grab his mate and take him. Every nerve in his body was straining to the breaking point, Dragons didn't like to be teased and frankly at this moment neither did he! Instead of taking him wholly into his mouth Harry stood and walked away.

If he thought he was just going to leave then he had another think coming!

Harry watched as Draco's eyes blazed a brilliant fae blue and smiled with pleasure. He was really adorable when he thought he could restrain himself. Harry didn't want restraint. He wanted Draco to be on fire for him and as out of control as he always felt when he was around him. As Harry walked over to the bed aware that Draco was fallowing him his control stretched as tight as wire. He turned to face him a coy smile on his lips, his blood was pooling thickly in his groin, the air filled with that elemental throbbing that always accompanied their mating.

He was moving to it, body swaying in a dance of pure erotic sensation. He undid the strings on his pants while continuing to wiggle and sway. he had never felt more alive then in this moment. With heat invading his blood stream and each movement designed to tempt. He felt beautiful, sexy and he was reveling in each movement. When he was finally free of his pants he kicked them away, and then wriggled out of his underwear.

Draco snapped, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't sit there and watch Harry dance for him and not do anything. He was out of his mind with desire and if he didn't taste Harry he was going to die. He dove at him, and Harry laughed.

They rolled on the bed together bodies moving together in wild frenzied passion. Harry was teasing him, wriggling out from beneath his grip and rolling away from him. He was going crazy, and Harry was enjoying himself. Draco had really had enough. With a growl he yanked Harry's arm till it was within reach of the bedpost.

Harry stared in shock as chains closed around his arm. Where had those come from? This time Draco was the one laughing. "try and get away from me now Harry" He grinned and took Harry's mouth with his own.

And suddenly that was the last thing on his mind.

He was withering on the bed bucking up against him with shouted pleas as Draco tortured him with teeth and tongue.
"Please...Please..." he begged thrusting into him when he felt Draco's lips on his throbbing cock. He was loosing control of the burning; he was going to go up in flames if Draco didn't hurry.

"Please what Harry?" Draco asked taking a deep draw on his head. Harry shouted as he came into his mouth. Draco chocked a little but managed to swallow it all. He drew back licking his lips slowly as if savoring the taste.

“Your right some things are meant to be savored.” He said with a smile. He slithered his way up Harry’s body and planted a searing kiss on his lips. There was something so erotic o about tasting both of them at once. The wine of Draco’s mouth mixed with the salty taste of his own body.

There was a clicking noise and suddenly his arm was free of the chain and Draco was smiling down at him. “Can you sit still now?” He teased scraping the edge of his fangs on Harry’s throat. He shivered and moved against him.

“No.” He answered truthfully just before he felt them sink deep.

It was as if ecstasy where being poured into his blood, the air was blazing around them and everything in him was singing with it. He could feel it moving in his body as if it wished to awaken something deep inside him. Everything in him hungered for completion. He turned over on his stomach, he didn’t know whether Draco had guided him into the position or if he had done it of his own accord.

He didn’t care either way. The torches on the wall were jutting flames, sparks threatening to light the room on fire. He didn’t care. He needed Draco to fill him so that this feeling of hallow hunger would ebb.

“NOW”

It was no less then a command, one that Draco was more then happy enough to respond too. He barely took the time to prepare him before he entered him in one smooth driving thrust.

At once it was like lightning had flashed, arcing through their bodies, through the chamber sizzling and dancing and snapping. Colors burst like fizzing bubbles all around them. Flashes of amber fire and brilliant green hovered in the air, everything was waves and stars.

Harry was soaring he had never felt so light and so free in his life. Draco was taking him higher with each thrust to a place he had never been. To some summit where they both could fly and never touch the earth again. He teetered on the edge of a cliff overlooking paradise.

"I love you so much."

As Draco slammed into him and Harry felt his hot seed spurt into his body he found the energy to whisper this between their minds.

They where soaring together now, burning brighter then any of the torches in the room. Their was something on the horizon they could both sense it. An edge of energy it almost felt like a tiny ball of life. It pulsed it called beckoned them both forward. It was beautiful, touching it sent his already sated body into a tale spin of savage desire. He reached out for it, straining towards it. Draco seemed to be doing the same.

"STOP!"

Slyfer’s voice ripped through both their heads and they recoiled their bodies went spinning away from the source of energy and spiraling downwards. They both came, at the same moment in a shattering force of completion. The strength left Draco's limbs and he fell onto the bed spent. Draco lay on top of Harry shivering. Slyfer was in Draco's room so Draco couldn't throw something at him for interrupting the best sex of his life.

Instead he growled at him through their link.

"If you like living Slyfer you won't ever do that again!" He warned direly. Harry was panting trying to catch his breath he groaned, there really just wasn't any life left in his body to move. Draco feeling Harry's discomfort rolled off of him to lay sprawled onto he bed.

"You should both be thanking me instead of griping at me! I saved you from a very sticky situation." Slyfer hissed in both their minds.

" why it didn't feel dangerous? In fact it felt like everything I've ever wanted!" Harry reasoned, he was right Draco thought. Waves of feeling and beckoning warmth had been coming from it. It had given off the feeling that if he and Harry reached out together it would give them their greatest desire. Pure elated joy had been coming from the ball of energy.

"It is extremely dangerous, yet not dangerous at all. It is dangerous because the two of you can not afford children at this point and time. Try battling death eaters carrying a child. Don't think it's been done yet Harry."

Harry blinked in shock, somewhere he had found the energy to scramble away from Draco as if he had the plague.

"I'm a male! Did you forget that Slyfer! It's kind of...not in our making"

"Not in mortal males, you are fae. Did you forget that Harry? It is very much in your making."

"But that's.. That.."

"Defies everything you thought about yourself, you'll get over it" Slyfer hissed. Draco could sense he was amused by Harry's reaction. Draco however was not.

"How?" He asked the dragon rather snappishly.

"That little ball of magic is actually a magical embryo. They kind of float in the realm of magic, when a Fae finds his mate all they have to do is touch one together. A pure blood fae is born of magic, is magic. Once touched the embryo will absorb magic and DNA from both of you. Then will submerge itself into the submissive partners body, you would Harbor the embryo for the nine months it takes to form a child. You however would not get heavy in the sense of mortal pregnancies." Slyfer explained.

Harry frowned. "Not that I'm in any way considering actually doing this but, if I'm not going to be waddling around what’s the big deal. Why cant I be pregnant and fight off death Eaters?"

Harry could be so incredibly dense sometimes.

"Because if any harm whatsoever came to you, it could either taint or make you loose the baby all together. You'll also be ravenous and if you don't eat exactly what your body is demanding you and the baby might die! You’ll also be sick as a dog most the time and being as your part human you might get a slight swell and there could be complications." Slyfer hissed in agitation at what he obviously thought was a stupid question.

"We can discuss the details when were actually ready to take that step!" Draco intervened. Harry shuddered and shook his head. Draco felt a stab of hurt, "you don't want kids?"

"Yes actually I do. But being as we're two men I thought it was something I would have to live without. Thinking about it is just too.... Creepy right now O.K.?" Harry said cringing again as if the thought of being pregnant made him ill. He could feel Draco's hurt and leaned into him resting his head on his shoulder.

"Its not you, it’s just come on we've or at least I've gone my whole life thinking that girls had babies and males just didn't! It's just too much to readjust right now. What if I announced you were going to grow boobs or something?"

Draco burst into chuckles and pulled Harry in closer to him. "Yeah I see you're point. When all this is over maybe we'll talk about it then."
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It was dark and smelled of blood, was the first thought that came to Deans mind as he woke. Then the pain hit him. His body felt as if it had been dropped down the mountainside. His shirt was in tatters and stuck to his back; he could almost smell the dried blood and sweat on his body. He felt as if he'd been hit by a truck, actually it had been a band of Death Eaters and Taylor but the effect was no different. It was probably worse. It was hard to see out of one eye and he suspected it was almost swollen shut.

It wasn't enough to magically torture him no, they had to kick his ass into the floor while they where at it. He knew he was in Riddle Manor. Voldemort had built it like a palace and made it unplottable. It was devilishly hard to find and probably would be the last place he ever saw. The cell he was in was dirty with grime, most of it a rusty collar. He felt his stomach roll. He didn't remember being thrown in here, the last he remembered was his head cracking against pavement as he was taken down by a powerful hex.

Even now there was a dull throbbing pain in the back of his head to remind him of the event. There was a rustling sound and he jerked away from it. He winced, damn it hurt to move. The sound continued, outside the cell through the bars their where torches lit and they cast shadows in the room. He could make out a tiny huddled form in the far corner.

"Your awake. That's not lucky. It’s better to sleep." A voice whispered. It was high and thin with youth. The boy looked no older then four our five. There were deep welts on his skin and shackles wrapped cruelly around his small legs. His hair was a deep brown almost chocolate in its color. He couldn't tell what color his eyes where in the poor light.

Dean felt a wave of disgust at the child's treatment come over him, he was just a kid. What reason did Voldemort have to keep him in here? He was no threat, but that was the Dark Lord wasn't it. He would chain his own mother in a cell for the pleasure it gave him.

"Yeah I'm awake and your right," Dean winced again with the pain of movement; "I would much rather be sleeping" Dean finally settled himself in a position that didn't make him want to scream in agony and stared at the boys shivering form.

"I'm Dean what’s your name?" He asked gently. A wave of sorrow built up in him as a sob wracked the boy’s tiny body. He looked so small and thin in this place of death. it wasn't right! it was this that they where fighting against.

"Danny" He whispered on a sob. He buried his head in his hands his tiny body shaking back and forth.

"Why are you in here Danny?" he asked gentling his voice.

"It wasn't just me. Mum and Dad and Andrew were here too. Now their gone, the man was angry with Dad. He said he'd hurt us if Dad didn't tell. They took him away, took them all away. He said that Mummy and Andrew had to die cause Dad didn't do what he said. And that if he ever did it again he'd do the same to me. There was other people but he took them too."

Dean sat and listened to the boy cry feeling helpless. There was nothing he could do, he couldn't even touch him to offer him comfort. His Mother and brother had been murdered and the chances where as soon as Voldemort got whatever information he wanted from the boys father he would fallow.

It sickened him; the entire thing filled him with rage! Voldemort could have used truth potions or any manner of spell work why take a mans family and torture them. It was now more then ever that his belief in what the order was trying to do was strengthened. He thought of Seamus then and imagined he was safe and warm in his arms. A feeling of peace stole over him but the sound of the boys cries was something he couldn't ignore.

"Danny it's going to be OK. Not every place is a bad place; you don't even have to be here if you don't want to." He soothed. He could see the little boy’s confusion so he went on. “Even when bad things happen and bad people do terrible things to us our safety and our strength stays with us. Your mother hasn't left you neither has your brother."

"But I saw..." Danny whispered confused.

"Close your eyes Danny. Think about your best memory with them, what do you feel?" Dean coxed. Danny shuffled and a moment passed.

"Warm, like her arms are wrapped around me and Andrew is teaching me to play wizard chess even though I mess up the pieces. And Dad is by the fire reading his paper and telling me I'm much better then him even though I always loose." His little voice sounded from the darkness.

Dean smiled. “I feel like I'm in safe arms too. Like somebody’s waiting for me and telling me that I'm wonderful and to hurry and come home. That's because the people we love are always with us. And nothing, not even bad men can take that away."

The chains on the little boy’s feet clanked as he scooted forward. Dean although it hurt did the same until neither of them could move forward anymore. He reached out his hand and Danny did the same till their fingertips just barely touched.

"I feel better now Mr. Dean Sir" Danny whispered. This close Dean could see his eyes were a deep beautiful blue. His cheeks still round with youth he was a ray of light in a dark place. A fallen angel in the pits of hell it seemed.

"Well isn't this a sweet sight!" A voice outside their cell taunted. Dean stiffened and Danny whimpered. Taylor leered at them both through the bars.

"Nasty little blood traitor, I welcomed you into my crew. Treated you like my own, and you were going to betray us!" he spat.

Dean gave him an indifferent smile. "I wouldn't say as I'm a blood traitor. After all my mums a muggle no pure blood to betray you see." He shrugged. Taylor’s face purpled with rage. His fist clenched the bars.

"Your cocky now little mud-blood but I'll savor everyone of you screams. Crucio!"

The pain was excruciating, he was being hit from all sides. Burned, torn apart, ripped open.

He did scream, he bit his tongue in an effort not too, but he screamed anyway. Danny let out a wail of protest.

"Shut up! Or you'll join your blood betraying father in death, would you like that boy. The Dark lord was merciful and thought to just let you starve in here instead of a painful death but I can fix that real quick."

Danny closed his mouth shut real tight and rocked back and forth. Dean lay twitching on the floor as the pain ebbed. He felt as if he would never move again, breathing hurt and it was shallow. His heart stuttered in his chest, Even that was painful.

"Now now Taylor we mustn't cause too much damage, the Dark Lord does like them to be moderately healthy when he begins questioning." a voice sounded from somewhere just behind Taylor. Taylor turned to face two shadowed figures in the door way.

"Livingston, finally get tired of fucking that pet of yours." Taylor sneered in greeting. A low chuckle sounded and the second figure beside Livingston spoke.

"He never does, it's what I'm for"

There was something so familiar about that voice; he knew he should recognize it instantly. But his vision was swimming and things where spinning he could barely breath never the less think.

"You have him well trained I see, he actually sounds resigned to being your little fuck toy." Taylor sneered. A cruel smile spread on Livingston's face.

"Of course I do. I delight in the challenge of breaking his spirit. Blood traitor that he was he is now firmly under my control. Isn't that right pet?" Livingston cooed at the shadowed man standing beside him.

"Yes master, anything you wish." he replied in a hallowed out voice.

Just before Dean sank into unconsciousness Taylor turned to leer at him. "See that you filthy little piece of shit, your going to be mine. My slave my little slave. I'll have you begging me too fuck you, just like that little whore over there."

Dean shuddered then knew no more.
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He was hate.

His master thought he was tamed, molded to his will. He didn't realize that by taking his brother he had taken his world. He had taken the other half of his soul and torn it from his body. He had nothing left but hate. He thought of nothing but his moment of revenge. When he would kill his master in the most humiliating and painful way possible.

It didn't keep him sane; he didn't fool himself into believing he was still that. His mind was a fevered rush of pain and dizzying need to kill. He wanted Livingston's blood on his hands. He wanted to bath in it.

Like he had been bathed in his brother’s blood.

He was empty, incomplete torn.

When he reached out his brother wasn't there. It drove him crazy it hallowed out his insides. It ate at him. He should be dead. He had wanted to die. When he felt his brothers life snuff out he had felt himself going with him. The sick sight of Livingston's smile had kept him grounded to this earth.

"Your families betrayed you. Left you alone, you’re alone. They can hear your screams why don't they come? Because they do not care. They will flee to save their own skin and the life of their precious Hero. I've killed this one I could kill you too. You’re much too pretty to finish off though; I would have kept your brother if he hadn't been so brash."

The words drifted in and out of his mind feeding his hate, the only thing able to fill the empty thing he had become. There was no light, not without his other half. His family had betrayed him, they hadn't come even though he had screamed his heart out, they had abandoned them. And he had lost... he shuddered.

On the bed next to him his master stirred. He willed him back to sleep. Being used by him only served to fuel his hate, the stronger he got the more submissive he was the more Livingston trusted him. Some day, some time he was going to repay the man in kind. A smile drifted on his face. In the back of his mind he knew that he walked a dangerous edge that he had left the realm of light and entered the shadows of the dark.

When the Dark Lord looked into his mind he was pleased. He knew that he would be loosing one servant and gaining another.

A far stronger one.

He didn't care. What else did he have left? They had traded their hero's life for his even though he was their family. He had lost his only reason for living. He did not care what became of his life.

Except… he knew the boy in the cell.

He had been a friend once, a comrade. He had not been present the night he lost his soul, he could not be rightfully blamed. It was at that moment the pet lying on the bed felt one last dieing spark of his old self flare to life. There was a time when he would have been proud to be in the cell next to the dark skinned young man; a time when they would have suffered together as friends.

That time was gone but he could do something for him. Livingston was a fool, he gave him run of the Manor believing he was molded to his will. He could free the boy, maybe even go with him. Maybe it wasn't too late, maybe Livingston was wrong and they hadn't betrayed him. Maybe there was a faint light of hope in his empty world.
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Sirius did not relish what he was about to do, Snape had warned him against I even but he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t send the boy away with no idea that Dean was probably dead as they spoke. Part of him hoped he was; he didn’t relish the thought of being questioned by the Dark lord. If Dean was lucky at all he’d be dead.

As he walked into the great hall that morning he spied him sitting at a table with the other youth. Surprisingly enough there were some new arrivals. Neville and Luna must have arrived some time in the night because they where both sitting down spooning food into their mouths. Next to Luna sat Hermione, who was sitting across from Ron. Who looked rather peaky this morning Sirius noted.

Hiaro was leaning back in his own chair next to Ron and on his left was Harry who was of course next to Draco and across from Harry was Seamus. Across from Draco and next to Seamus sat Hari. Neville kept glancing nervously at her and blushing. Luna rolled her eyes at this and told him to close his mouth and that he was lucky Hari could see the string of drool coming from his mouth.

They seemed so happy. Harry was teasing Ron about something which caused both him and Hermione to blush. Hiaro looked the least amused by this but he did manage a smile. Draco looked more content then Sirius had ever seen him. He looked, they all looked happy. Maybe Severus was right and he should just let things be.

“Ron if you don’t stop twitching!” Hermione snapped at Ron irritated. He turned red and glared at her without commenting. Hiaro glanced at him a look of concern flashing in his eyes. He glanced down at Ron’s leg.

“It still pains you? That salve should have cured whatever was wrong.” He said glancing at Hari. As if tuned in to her brother she nodded in agreement.

“Lay off it, it’s not that bad.” Ron grumbled. Hiaro did not look appeased. Hermione had turned to listen too Luna’s tale of her last bout of field work.

“I’m not in any real danger, everyone thinks I’m batty. So if I do anything odd the chalk it off to my being Looney. Remus was right it really has worked to my advantage.” She quipped taking a bite of a breakfast pasty.

Then Seamus turned noticing him he smiled in greeting and waved him over. No use for it now, it just had to be done. He approached and tossed them all a reluctant smile of greeting.

“So who’s the lucky bastard their sending out onto the field?” Seamus asked his ever charming grin in place as usual. His eyes danced with their usual merriment.

Neville groaned “please not me, I just got back. It would look too odd if my sick mother suddenly became well again wouldn’t it?” He asked. Sirius shook his head.

“Its ok Longbottom, they wouldn’t chance blowing your cover. It’s Seamus their sending back to Ireland.” Sirius assured the young man. Neville nodded and tossed Seamus a look of sympathy.

“Good luck mate, and watch your arse out there. I just sent in my report and there’s something major brewing in Scotland. I couldn’t get close enough for exact details but its something you can just feel. Some things about to happen come to think on it, it might be better if I did go back. I don’t feel comfortable with the way things are now and Mikhail’s there by himself now.” Neville counseled a slight frown on his face.

“Ah but Nevy you just got back. This is the first time in ages we’ve been on a break together. Mikhail will be fine he’s an ace operative.” Luna pouted.

“Neville is right though Luna, Deans only been gone a few days and he already sent Kingsley a message saying he’s coming back. Apparently there’s something brewing in Chicago too.” Seamus pointed out. At the mention of Dean’s name something flared bright in his eyes and his grin widened. It was obvious he didn’t care why Dean was coming back just that he was. Sirius cringed.

“Hey speaking of which when am I supposed to leave? Dean should be here any day now, come to think on it he’s a taking a bit long don’t you think? “Seamus asked glancing up at him. Here we go.

“That’s the thing Seamus, Dean had to leave because Taylor made an unexpected move. He had all the information he needed but Taylor wanted to take him into the Dark Lords strong hold. So he was forced to abandon ship.” Sirius explained.

The table went silent as Seamus paled slightly. The smile slipped from his face. “Well of course, All the dark lord would have to do is reach into his mind and now he wasn’t a Death Eater. So he got out and sent the note to Kingsley. He should be here any moment now…Right?” There was a kind of plea in the young mans eyes. Sirius almost trembled; he didn’t want to do this. Why did it always happen to the good people?

“No, you see Taylor knew that he knew and the moment he fled Taylor would have sent all of London after him. And being unable to use magic to aide him his chances of ever reaching here were small to begin with. The fact that he’s late only confirms what we suspected all along, Dean probably didn’t make it. Semaus I…” He faltered. What could he say.

He looked so pale like he’d seen a ghost, a bright sheen of what could only have been tears enter his eyes and he turnd his head away.

Harry reached out a hand and placed it on the young mans arm, even Draco wasn’t upset that Harry was touching another man. He reached out and did the same.

Seamus felt his body begin to tremble and shake. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happing. This wasn’t supposed to happen to Dean. Dean who was always so confidant of his own abilities; Dean with his smile and his wisdom and his strength.

It was like he was being sucked into a void of endless desolation and no matter how hard he fought against it, it only drew him deeper. Harry was speaking to him, he could see his mouth moving.

The words didn’t reach him. He was standing in the ruins of all their dreams.

“We’ll have a big house; maybe with green shutters I’ve always liked green. And we’ll adopt six or seven kids.”

“Six, with our jobs Sea? We’d have to carry them around with us. Maybe we should shrink them.”

“Please Dean, cant you just see six or maybe even seven. We’ll have blondes and Red heads and little you’s toddling around and it will be so beautiful. We’ll adopt one from every country, a perfect mix.”

“Just like you and I, is that it Sea?”

“That’s it exactly. Just like you and I…Dean what if something happens. We’ll both be in danger and something could happen.”

“Nothings going to happen to me, at least nothing that can ever separate us. Look if your ever worried Sea just look inside yourself. It sounds corny I know but I swear I’ve done it. And you can really feel it. Every time I look inside myself the first thing I feel is you.”

Memories and flashes played past his eyes as the chasm in his soul widened and he felt the tears streak down his face. He wasn’t going to survive this if Dean was gone. He didn’t want to, who wanted to go on with this great hole opening up inside. What could ever refill it.

Nothing could.

you said everything was going to be alright. You’re promised me. You can’t do this to me Dean, you just can’t. He thought he had cried out those words in the shattered pieces of his own heart. But he must have said them aloud because Harry’s arms around him tightened and Hari’s sightless eyes focused on his direction.

“He did promise, remember what he told you.” She said.

Everyone else was confused by this but Seamus felt a ray of hope enter a gray and desolate world. He willed his breathing to slow and his heart to restart its beating; he took deep shuddering gulps of air and sought desperately inside himself. There was fear of course; there was grief for what could be happening to Dean at this very moment. There was that great hole and the despair that beckoned to him. Tempted him to drown in its depths and give up on life. What was life without Dean?

He strengthened his resolve and stepped back from it. That was all there was, grief fear and despair. His heart still pumped, his lungs still labored for breath. He was still living. And he could still feel him, it was still there. If he wanted it he could reach out and touch it, the knowing feeling of being loved. It was inside him, somewhere in the world his lover remained.

Sirius almost jumped back with alarm when Seamus` eyes snapped open. They were hard and gritty with determination with resolve. Snape had been right! Seamus was going to do something rash, he was going to put himself in danger trying to save Dean.

“Seamus don’t do it. He wouldn’t want you too! Deans gone..” Sirius tried to reason with him.

“No he’s not, I know he’s not. I realize Ireland probably needs me but I can’t. Don’t ask me to leave him there. He needs me and I’m going.”

“You go after him and you’re signing your own death warrant!”

“I don’t care, you’d do the same and you know it.” Seamus replied, his voice was calm. He was already rising from his seat. He looked utterly decided now, relaxed even. He was right Sirius wouldn’t have thought twice about it had it been anyone he loved.

Harry stiffened. “Seamus you cant go alone…”

“Don’t even think about it Harry, you can’t leave the castle till your ready.” Draco snapped at Harry. Harry glared at him.

“I’m not letting one of my best friends go alone!” Harry snapped back.

“Harry don’t be stupid! You promised me you wouldn’t be brash anymore! No offense Seamus but Dean is probably dead by now.” Draco pleaded with both of them.

Seamus looked towards the window then back at Draco.

“I know he’s alive. Because my hearts still beating.”

This was met with Silence, what anyone could say. There were tears in Luna’s eyes and she turned away. Neville wrapped and arm around her.

“Seamus is right, bur Draco’s right as well. Harry its too dangerous for you to go. Neville and I will go with him.” Hermione decreed. Harry looked like he was going to disagree but didn’t. He knew it wasn’t wise for him to go, he also knew the chances of seeing any of those three again would be small. He sat silent in his seat suddenly hating the promise he had made to Draco.

Ron however had an objection to this. “If you’re going into that hell pit I’m sure as hell going with you!” He stood up real fast and fell back into his chair gritting his teeth in pain.

“Your not going anywhere on that leg. You’d only hinder us Ron and you know it. “Hermione reasoned with him.

“Hermione…” He started but she cut him off.

“You know its best Ron. We’ll set off as soon as possible, the longer we wait the less his chances will be.”

Sirius watched them make plans, and wondered if he’d done the right thing. The chances were great that they would now also loose Neville, Hermione and Seamus. Had it been the right decision, or should Seamus have been kept in the dark? He thought about that for hours as preparations were made. Until finally Snape’s voice sounded in his head.

“No use worrying about it now Black, what’s done is done. We’ll send some adult operatives with them and hope for the best.”

“They could all die Severus.”

“I know, but this is war and their wooly headed Gryffindors who act on emotion rather then sense. All hope isn’t lost however Draco, Harry and Ron are staying. Our key players will be safe.”

“That’s your idea of hope!”

“Well not entirely. Thiers also the fact that Remus will be going with them and I won’t have to listen to you two reminisce about your degenerate past.”

“You’re not helping at all.”

“Yes I am! You’re laughing, because you know I don’t mean it. And you also know that Lupin won’t let them do anything too stupid.”

“your right in your own, well odd way you have helped me feel better.”

“Then again Lupin’s a Gryffindor too, it might catch up to him.”

“SNAPE!”
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Dean woke to the sound of chains snapping. He blinked his eyes painfully their was the slight glare of an illuminated wand.

“Danny?” He rasped throat still bloody from the latest bout of torture. It had been two days of torture of hell, and tomorrow he would be brought before the Dark Lord. He shivered. The only thing keeping him from despair was Seamus and the little boy in the corner. After each session when they threw his battered and bloody body back into the cell Danny would roll him onto his back so that he wouldn’t choke on his own blood.

The first time he had pleaded with him to be O.K. Then he had told him to think of warm places just like he’d said. When Dean had been unable to answer or even smile at the little boy in comfort he had desperately begun to give Dean his own memories in an attempt to warm him.

He told him stories of learning to climb trees and his brother Andrew teaching him too whistle. About his mum, warm biscuits and brownies. This valiant scared little boy needed him, he’d made the effort to drag himself away from the pits of despair and ignore the throbbing violation of his backside. He’d held him and told him about an Irish little boy who played in streams and had grand adventures.

He was always getting into trouble and his best friend had to come to his rescue. They even went to a grand school together but they never stopped getting into scrapes. He told him about dung beetles in other student’s beds. Exploding snaps in the potion teacher’s cauldron, the Irish boy was an imp and he made Danny laugh. It was a beautiful sound and so startlingly out of place in this hall of death. It seemed like in those moments they scored a hit on Voldemort.

Despite his cruelty their was still joy, there was still laughter even in the gloom.

“I’m scared Dean. Thiers a man coming” Danny whispered inching closer his chains snapping against each other again. A shadowed figure appeared at the cell door, he had just gone through this an hour ago. Would they never tire, would Taylor never tire of violating him? He suppressed a shiver of revulsion and fear to glare at the doorway.

“Need more kicks then Taylor. You can’t find a willing partner? What no one would have you?” He jeered raising himself to his feet. He couldn’t help that his legs shook with weariness and that he swayed. He stood anyway.

“I doubt anyone would have Taylor willingly. Or that he would want a willing partner he thrives on such cruelty.” The person said, Dean was struck once again by how familiar that voice was.

“Do you wish to leave this place I have removed all enchantments. I warn you however that in doing so Voldemort will be soon alerted. Even as we speak they gather to wonder who has done so and for what purpose. They will think of you soon enough.” With that the door opened and Dean felt the chains around him slide free. He stared in shock; the man remained in the shadows as if he could not bear the light. As if he was of them.

“How can I know this isn’t some sort of…?

“You don’t! But that will not matter if you’re smart you will take this go up the stairs into the first room on the right. I have lit a fire for you.” The man interrupted tossing a small bag into Deans hands. He looked down. It was floo powder. With that he gave a slight bow this movement brought his face into the light and Dean nearly fell down in shock.

“You,” was all he could gasp as he stared in shock at a face he would recognize anywhere.

“I can not go with you my friend, they gather even as we speak. I must head them off. I wish you and the boy luck. But know that if we meet again things will be different, we will be enemies consider it my last act as a friend.”

“Wait Don’t…”
But it was too late he was already turning and rushing up the stairwell in a whirl of dark death eaters robes.

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It was foolish to hope, he had hoped that he could go with Dean. Some dieing ember in his barren soul had actually hoped. That was gone now, and really it was for the better. He went to his rooms and waited. Tonight was a night for vengeance. He had done what was right, said his good byes. Now was for him, for his brother. To appease the driving need to kill and destroy ravishing his body day and night.

The manor was in disray as Voldemort put back on the enchantments and showed any Death eater who got in his way displeasure. Eventually it was discovered the prisoners were missing. Livingston would know, he would come and try and punish him. Tonight was a night for punishments.

He could feel the Dark Lords pleasure; he also knew who had taken down his enchantments. He was pleased to find a servant with such skill. He had always had skill, he and George had been far more advanced then they had let on. Because they hadn’t cared, all they had cared about then was making each other laugh. They lived for themselves, they lived for joy.

At sixteen they had been inventing their own spells and products, they could have been top of their class had they cared about ambition. Their mother had been furious by their low owl scores, it was obvious they where both gifted. If they could invent all that they had at their young age they had to be.

Taking the enchantments down had been difficult had taken him two days of hard labor but it had paid off. Today was judgment day.

Fred Weasley waited for his master to come and punish him. He had felt nothing since the night his twin died and he was dragged away screaming out his pain. But he knew that he would feel tonight, once he had struck his master. Had actually made him bleed. He had been punished but the rush of feeling that entered his body was well worth it. When he hurt he felt. Even if it was rage and bloodlust it was still feeling.

He never wished to feel again. When he reached out in the place George used to be and found only emptiness, that’s when he felt the most. He felt that dark Chasm of despair reach out and swallow him whole.

He would feel something different now. He fingered his wand lovingly, he would feel justice now. He would make Livingston beg for death as he deserved. He had taken Fred’s heart and he would repay him in kind. By taking his soul.

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The dark lord was pleased. Everything was going as planed. Even at this very moment all over the world the pieces where moving. The world was about to be his, just as he had always planed. He was not a fool he knew Potter was still alive. It was important that his followers believed that he was dead. It gave the fools courage.

Tonight all over the world people where dieing and the game that was life was changing. What would Potters next move be? In the morning he would have control of every major nation of the world. What will you do Potter. Somewhere in the Manor Livingston was dieing. He felt a rush of ecstasy enter his body.

That was a necessary loss. His pet had proved to be an interesting find. He would serve well in the years to come.

What will you do now Harry. He taunted to the night sky.
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The sun was rising blood red.

Hari shivered, something had shifted in the night and the earth itself seemed to be bleeding. She could feel it. She didn’t need to see it to know it was there. Visions swam past her eyes, death ministries falling. Death so much Death.

A time of darkness was at hand. Dark shall tarnish light and light shall dimn.

She trembled where she stood letting the blood red sun bathe her. Somewhere out there Seamus and the others where searching for Dean. They couldn’t have chosen a worse time to leave. She sent out a prayer for their safety.

And then Ron screamed.

She was not surprised she’d known it was approaching. It was why his body was not healing as it should. Two years of suffering all the torment of mankind. Fate had also chosen the worst of times in his case. Any atrocities to anyone that Voldemort committed in the next two years Ron would feel.

She reached out a hand sensing where the stones of the window were placed. She felt the suns rays hit her skin. A tingling sensation over took her and she was sucked into the void of the realm of visions.

The castle was older, Time had passed. Hiaro was dressed in the Robes of the Shodan. He was by Ron’s side. More visions swamped her, when the pain became too much she broke away. She knew all she needed to know. She fell to her knees on the stone floor.

At this very moment her father was dead as was her aunt. In the night their home had been attacked, like all the other strongholds in the other countries At this very moment a Death Eater was sitting on her fathers throne. No it was her brothers now.

So much pain, but at the moment those she loved where safe. She had a moment to weep for her father and her aunt. She did so, she poured out her anguish and her fear as the light from a blood red sun cast her in shadow.