Harry Potter and The Sword Of The Phoenix

Title: Harry Potter and the Sword of the Phoenix
Chapter Title: In The Mist of Memory
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Lemon Spoilers from book 5, and Sap . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5. Please leave a review.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “For it May Come True.”



“Harry that’s wonderful!” Hermione said “Ye “Yeah mate, you’d be a great DADA teacher” Ron added.

“Thanks guys, but it won’t mean anything unless I can pass my N.E.W.T.S.”

“Of coarse your going to pass your N.E.W.T.S., Harry, your going to have all the professors teaching you, along with the order, and not to mention the three of us” Draco declared.

Neville and his parents congratulated Harry and then went back to Dumbledore’s office to floo back to his grandmother’s house, while Hermione talked them into going to the library immediately. Harry just smiled as she went into the book stacks and came back with about dozen books, grateful for all her help. For hours they all poured over books, studying with Harry on all the N.E.W.T.S subjects needed to pass, until it was finally time for diner.

They all walked down to the great hall to eat, talking about the proper ways to stir different types of potions and at which times when they saw that all the tables in the great hall were gone except for one in the middle. There at the table sat all of Harry’s professors (except Snape), including Kingsley and Tonks.

“Wotcher Harry!” Tonks yelled from the table.

“Hi Tonks, when did you all get here?” Harry replied.

“Just a few hours ago, Dumbledore had us all come so we can begin teaching you tomorrow.”

“Great!” Harry said as the four of them sat down at the table. “Where’s Professor Snape?”

“He’s locked himself down in the dungeons all day. Most likely working on some kind of potion or what have you” Tonks replied.

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling gnawing at him from the back of his head. He never forgot about his promise to go back and retrieve his memories from the pensive. But, the question in Harry’s mind was whether to not they were being watched. But, a quick poke in his side broke his train of thought:

“Harry! Are you listening?” Draco laughed.

“Sorry I was just thinking about something. What were you saying?”

“I was sayingt ift if want, I have some books that might help you in potions. I got them from my family library. Although some of the stuff in it is very . . . sensitive.”

“Sure, the more the better” Harry answered as he began to pile found onto his plate.

“What kind of stuff?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“Stuff like the empath potion” Draco answered.

“But, the ministry made that potion illegal 50 years ago; it’s not even in the restricted section anymore!” Hermione gasped.

“What’s the empath potion?” Ron asked confused.

“It’s a potion that’s give you the ability to feel other people emotions. But, it was never perfected, and who ever drank it was driven mad because they couldn’t stop feeling the emotions of everyone around them, even from miles away!”

“Wow!” was all anyone could say.

“Now Mr. Malfoy what would you be doing with such books?” Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

Draco blushed guiltily and averted his gaze for a moment as everyone’s eyes shot towards him.

“Well I thought I might be able to find something to help the Order find Voldermort, or at least some Death Eaters, since we can’t use any locater spells to track them.”

“Be that as it may, I don’t want you brewing any such potions without our consent, it is much too dangerous.”

With that the rest of dinner past rather quickly. Tonks and Kingsley were talking about the lessons Harry would begin tomorrow, while Hermione and engaged Professor McGonagall in a discussion about advanced vanishing spells. Ron on the other hand just threw in random comment on anything in between mouthfuls. By the time dinner was over, Hermione and Ron headed back to Gryffindor tower, while Draco and Harry made there way back to their private room.

“So tell me the real reason why you looked up that potion?” Harry said as he watched Draco undress.

Draco just laughed at first as he pulled of his pants, to tease Harry as much as possible.

“I wanted to try and find a way to make it work, that way it might give me more of an advantage over any death eaters we might face. After all if I could sense their emotions, I can instantly tell if they are lying if we manage to capture any to question, or anticipate their moves in a battle” Draco finally let Harry know as he threw himself onto his lovers lap.

“Ever the cunning Slytherin” Harry laughed as he planted a soft kiss on Draco’s lips.

“Of coarse, after all, I might be fighting against the darkness, but that doesn’t mean I have to become an angel to do so” Draco said as he playful bit Harry’s ear.

Harry moaned as he felt himself instantly aroused, and instantly with a thought, Harry made all his clothes disappear, leaving only the phoenix mark on his forearm.

“I’m already in love with that armor of yours. It’s so easy to take off!” Draco said as he pulled Harry to his feet.

Harry let Draco maneuver him to bed, finally falling backwards onto their large bed. Draco grabbed Harry’s legs and pulled them up to his shoulders, and began to work his index finger, into Harry.

“Stop!” Harry said startling Draco.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Draco asked, still a bit taken aback.

“No, its just, I don’t want you to relax my opening this time, I want to keep myself as tight as I can to make it feel even better” Harry explained.

Draco just smiled obligingly, and instead of jamming his index finger into Harry’s as he rammed his erect penis inside instead. Harry grunted with a forced attempt not to yell, grabbing the matters with his bare hands, almost pulling the sheets off. Again and again Draco continued, making Harry grunt even louder as he tried not to scream. The pain and pleasure mixed together, driving Harry into a euphoria of bliss, sending his mind down south to the point where he almost blacked out.

For about an hour Draco kept going, keeping his pace steady, as sweat poured out from all over his body and his breath came out in short gasps and moans. Draco was holding his orgasm back with all his might, barely able to hold back any longer, before he came Harry came first. The pleasure was too much for Harry to take any longer, and exploded all over himself and Draco. Draco quickly followed, releasing his semen into his lover.

Draco merely collapsed on top of Harry, out of breath and exhausted, unable to move. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, and kissed his forehead. Before Harry knew it, Draco was asleep, resting peacefully on top of him. Harry just smiled as he watched Draco sleeping, ignoring the sticky semen that was now drying, sticking them together. For about an hour Harry lay there with the Slytherin, letting his mind wander, inhaling the sweet sent of Draco, wishing the moment could last together.

About a half hour before midnight, Harry carefully pried himself away from Draco, and placed him under the covers to sleep qui quickly went into the bathroom to take a quick shower to wash up, and afterwards in the blink of an eye he was dressed once again in his casual robes, and began to make his way to Snape’s office. . .


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Snape looked at the full pensive for a long moment, suspicious of Harry’s words and his actions. Inside were supposed to be four of Harry’s memories, but what of, Harry had never said. For all Severus knew this was some sort of prank, another way to embarrass the potion master. Of course, regardless of any of that, the pensive was still there, sitting on his desk, beckoning him to come. Finally, Snape gave the contents of the pensieve a small prod with his wand.

Memory # 1:
The silvery stuff within bean to swirl very fast. Snape leaned forward over it and saw that it had become transparent. Looking down into it, he saw a small school yard where children were playing. He ed ied in closer into the pensieve and suddenly the floor gave a great lurch. Snape fell forward into the memories, falling through cold and darkness, spinning and continuously until he found himself standing in front of a large muggle school building.

“You can run but you can’t hide Potter!” some one yelled suddenly.

Snape spun around at the name only to a very fat porkish boy running around the school building followed by a small gang of other stupid looking children. Following them Snape saw who they were chasing, Harry! Harry was wearing a plaid shirt and black baggy jeans, both of which were torn and ripped, and seemed to be about four or five sizes to big. Harry was trying to find a way to get away before the gang closed him. Finally, just as the fat boy, who Snape assumed must be the leader, closed Harry in, in a semi circle with Harry’s back to a large wall. Two of the other boys pounced on Harry grabbing his arms to hold him still while the overly obese boy punched Harry again and again in the stomach. While the other boys just laughed.

“You make a great punching bag freak!” the fat boy declared as he made a move to punch Harry in the face.

With what would someday be called his seeker reflexes, Harry moved his head out of the waykingking the fat boy punch the wall instead. The fat boy howled in pain giving Harry a chance to break free. Harry quickly darted away at great speed for someone so young, and the leader screamed for them to get Harry. Harry quickly ran towards a pair of large garbage cans by two large double doors. Then suddenly as Harry jumped to try and hide behind them, with a great crack he vanished completely. Everyone including Snape looked around in confusion to see where Harry could be, when suddenly he heard around loud crack, and a large shadow loomed over him from over head.

When Snape looked up, to his amazement he saw Harry on the school roof, sitting on the highest chimney. Somewhere a girl screamed, obviously seeing Harry as well, and before Snape knew it the whole school yard was looking up towards Harry, who was stuck on the chimney with no way down. After much commotion the fire department finally came, and use the ladder on their engine to bring Harry down. A very stern old woman then grabbed Harry the ear and dragged him into the school.

“What did you think you were doing!?!” she bellowed angrily. “I am going to inform your parents of your reckless behavior, and you are suspended from school for a week!” the woman told Harry, her voice almost at yelling tones.

Harry just nodded as she pointed at a chair on the opposite wall, signaling Harry to sit and wait, and then went into an office marked “Headmistress.” Not long after she went in, she came back out with an envelope and handed it to Harry.

“I have called your Uncle Vernon anformformed him of your actions. He won’t come from work to pick you up so you will just have to walk the seven miles. Your Aunt should be there waiting for you. Give them this letter when you get home. It is my official report to them of you actions and punishment!”

Again Harry didn’t speak and just nodded, as he took the envelope and left the office. Snape followed him continuously as Harry slowly made his way home to Privet Drive. When he finally walked into the house it was almost night time. Then Harry went into the kitchen only to be grabbed by his hair and thrown to the floor.

“WHAT\'S THIS NONESENSE YOU WERE DOING AT SCHOOL!?!” a large fat man bellowed at the top of his voice.

The man had virtually no neck and large mustache. His face was a deep shade of purple as his anger exploded out of him.

“I don’t know what happened! Dudley was chasing me with his gang . . .”

“How dare you try to blame my poor little Dudders? He wouldn’t hurt a fly” said a very bony horse faced woman, wrapping her arms around a smiling Dudley.

“I jumpeer ser some garbage cans to try and hide behind them and the next thing I knew I was on the roof!It was like magic!” Harry said, although this was obviously the wrong thing to say.

Vernon suddenly slapped Harry so hard he hit the wall to his right, making spots appear all around him.

“THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!!!” Vernon yelled and grabbed Harry once again by the hair.

He dragged Harry to his cupboard under the stairs and threw him inside, locking the latch. Snape watched the whole thing, not knowing whether to stop watching and leave in disgust at the display. He then went over to the cupboard under the stairs and walked threw the small door like a ghost. When he did so he realized he had to bend down since his head was caught in the stairs. Finally, he saw Harry that the cupboard jus just a very small little space, where there wasn’t much room to do anything else but sleep. In the corner was a small pile of raggedy clothes and the only light was a small night light fixed into the wall.

Harry was trying not to cry as a few tears slid down his face, chanted angrily to himself:

“I’m not going to cry, I’m not going to cry . . .” as he rocked himself back and forth.

After a few minutes, Harry had gotten a hold of himself, and began to undress. He lifted up his shirt, wincing at the pain on his torso. When the shirt was off, both Harry and Snape saw very large deep black bruises all over Harry’s stomach and chest, and Snape also noticed the large bruise that was beginning to appear on the young boys face. Wincing at the pain, Harry slowly eased himself to lie down completely and turned off the light to sleep . . .

Once again, all Snape could see was darkness, only hearing Harry sniffle under his breath as he tried not to cry again. But whether Harry did or not Snape would never know. He was instantly plunged into the cold darkness once again, spinning into another memory. . .


Memory # 2:

For the second time Snape landed on his feet. Looking around he saw he was still at 4 Privet Drive, but when was he was the question. He was standing in the Drusley’s kitchen once again, and saw Vernon at the head of the table reading the newspaper, Petunia was spying out the window and Dudley was gorging on large pile off food on his plate while Harry sat at the table quietly, with only a small piece of toast. Snape was wondering why the boy didn’t just get a trough to eat out of when Vernon shouted out:

“Bring my coffee boy!”

“Yes Uncle Ver Har Harry replied, as he got out of his seat to fetch the coffee pot.

“Hurry UP! Can’t you do anything right!?!” he shouted.

Snape saw that Harry was just barely holding a retort back as he poured his Uncle’s coffee. Then, just before Harry sat back down to eat his single peace of toast Petunia told Harry to get to work.

“Scrub the floor in the kitchen and then the rest of the house. After that mow the lawn and do the laundry. I want everything to be perfect for when Marge gets here tonight.”

Harry’s stomach gave a large growl in hunger as his face twisted into a look of disgust. He began to scrub the floors as he was told and the rest of the Drusley’s finished there breakfast, talking about preparations for the woman’s stay. Harry quickly finished scrubbing the kitchen floor clean to escape his aunt and continued with the rest of the house. When Harry was cleaning the stairs Dudley knocked the bucket of water Harry was using over, soaking Harry completely and laughed.

Harry went to get a mop and another bucket of water, when Aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen suddenly and saw the mess.

“Damn it boy, look at the mess you made! If Vernon were here he’s ring your worthless neck. Clean this up now and get to work!”

Once, again Harry fought of the urge to snap back and just complied with her orders. The more Snape saw the sicker he felt. These were the worst sort of muggles he could ever imagine. If this is how Harry was treated all his life, it was a wonder how the boy was even able to hold a wand. Mopping and scrubbing was all Harry did for hours as Dudley continuously sabotaged his progress, laughing the whole time. When Harry finally finished with everything he was told to do, it was almost eight o’clock at night.

The screeching tires outside announced the arrival of Uncle Vernon, and Petunia quickly ran out of a kitchen along with Dudley. She hastily adjusted Dudley’s ridiculous bow tie, which was almost swallowed by his large neck, called Harry out to join them. Just as Harry came down stairs the door burst open:

“Where my DUDDERS?rathrather large woman with a thick mustache yelled as she walk in the door.

She was carrying a large trunk size suitcase in one hand, which she thrusted at Harry, almost knocking him down, and a large English bulldog in the other. They all went into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone by the stairs. Very slowly Harry took the suitcase up to a spare room and slowly made his way down stairs. When Harry walked inte kie kitchen the dog began to growl, making everyone notice Harry’s entrance.

“So your still here” Marge snapped at him.

“Yes” Harry replied.

“Don’t say ‘yes’ in that tone to me boy! If you had been dumped on my doorstep I would have thrown you in an orphanage!”

On and on she ranted about how worthless Harry was and what a complete waste of skin his parents were.

“It’s exactly the same in dog breeding. If there is something wrong with the bitch there something wrong with the pup!” she finished off.

Harry was obviously fuming and the dog was growling even louder. Suddenly the dog tried to pounce on Harry, but the newly scrubbed floor made it slip and slide, giving Harry the chance to run away. The dog followed Harry into the living room chasing him viciously but Harry was just too fast. Finally the dog leapt over the sofa to try and bite him but Harry quickly dodged it and ran for the front door. Snape ran to watch the scene unfold and saw Harry as the dog ran out of the house after him stopping at a tree in the front yard.

Looking into the high branches Snape saw Harry, as the bulldog continued to bark and growl, jumping up and down while barking madly. The Drusley’s all came out to watch the scene and just laughed as they saw Harry trapped up in the tree. It was near midnight when Marge finally called the dog off. Harry waited for a few more minutes before he climbed back down to make sure the dog was really gone. As soon as he got back into the house he quickly locked himself in the cupboard under the stairs. He curled up into a fetal position and hugged himself tightly and fell asleep.

Snape watched all this, growing sicker by the moment. Truly this could not be the pampered little prince of the wizarding world. This was nothing but a human house elf. Suddenly, Snape once again found himself spinning into another mem. . . . .
ory ory # 3

The sun was bright but the wind was ice cold. Snape found himself standing in park in the middle of winter. If he was actually there the snow would have sunk into his shoes. Looking around Snape spotted Harry sitting in a swing, swinging back a forth, kicking up snow. Harry was just wearing his usual baggy jeans and overly sized shirt and nothing else. Harry didn’t seem to mind the cold at all though as he just swung back and forth enjoying the motion. Then, out of nowhere, a snowball hit Harry in the back of the head. Harry jumped off the swing quickly and turned around, and saw Dudley throwing another snowball at him. It hit Harry dead in the face knocking his glasses off.

Harry quickly grabbed his glasses and tried to run away, but Dudley’s friends jumped out from behind the trees on the other side of the swing set blocking his path. Before they had a chance Harry ran the other way to only be blocked again. Snowballs came from every direction, hitting Harry all over and knocking his glasses off his face again. Dudley saw his chance and grabbed his glasses off the snow, and told the others to stop.

“Give me my glasses!” Harry shouted.

“Come and get them freak! Id love to see you try” Dudley laughed.

“I’d rather be a freak than a lard ass like you!” Harry spat as he kicked Dudley in the balls.

Dudley’s gang then moved in and grabbed Harry and began to punch and kick him all over as Dudley lay on the ground with his face turning blue. After about ten minutes of this Dudley got off the ground and joined his in beating Harry up. Snape watched as Harry spat and kicked them all, refusing to give up. He was beginning to admire Harry’s will, given the odds he was facing. When they finished beating Harry up, Dudley snapped his glasses in half and threw them at Harry.

“See at home freak!” Dudley laughed.

“See you at home Ickle Diddykims!” Harry spat as he picked up his glasses.

Dudley’s friends laughed at hearing his mother’s pet name for him, and Dudley tried to kick Harry in the face. Harry quickly grabbed his foot, making Dudley slip and fall on the snow and then kicked him swiftly in groin once more, even harder. Dudley gasped for air as Harry quickly ran away, not giving his gang a chance to grab him again. Tdefidefinitely wasn’t the boy Snape saw at Hogwarts. Snape ran along with Harry a few blocks, not wanting to miss anything that might happen. Soon Harry was home in privet drive and went into the bathroom. He put his broken glasses on the sink and began to undress, revealing deep bruises all over his body. Ignoring them all Harry into the shower and washed off the wet snow and blood off his body. Afterwards he quickly gathered his clothes and broken glasses, left the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and went into his cupboard under the stairs. He then grabbed a roll of tape and began to try and fix his glasses. In the end they were ked ked and looked odd as Harry put them on his face.

Finally, he removed his towel and began to dress himself in yet another pair of overly sized clothes. Just as he was tying up his shoe laces Uncle Vernon screamed out Harry’s name, making him sigh deeply. Harry got out of the cupboard and saw Petunia fussing over a l bll blue faced Dudley and Uncle Vernon face’s turning another shade of purple.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SON!?!?” Vernon yelled at the top of his voice.

“He and his friend beat me up at the park and I kicked him the balls to get away!” Harry yelled back.

Snape was happy to see Harry was starting to fight back, but thought it was strange to see himself cing ing Harry on. For another five minutes or so the yelling continued with until finally Vernon gra Har Harry by the scruff of his shirt and threw him in the cupboard once again, locking Harry inside.

Memory # 4

Snape found himself in a cool dark place this time, almost like a cave. Except this cave had lit windows all along the walls, and on the other side were large and small snakes and lizards crawling over bits of wood and stone.

“Make it move,” a familiar voice whined.

Snape moved towards the voice only to see Dudley against a glass window. Vernon rapped the glass sharply with his knuckles to try and make the snake move.

“Do it again,” Dudley ordered.

Vernon rapped the glass again but the large boa constrictor inside just snoozed on.

“This is boring. . .” Dudley moaned and shuffled away.

Harry moved over towards the window looking at it with a sympathetic look on his face. Then, suddenly the snake opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head level with Harrynd wnd winked. Harry just stared for a moment and then looked around to see if ae wae was watching him. When he saw no one was looking he winked too, and began to speak to the snake. Snape couldn’t understand what he was saying since it was all in parseltoungue. The snake tapped the window near the sign next to its window twice as if it was showing Harry something.

Then, behind Harry, a deafening shout cried out:

”DUDLEY! MR. DRUSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT IT’S DOING!”

Dudley came waddling over as fast as he could.

“Out of the way, you,” he said and punched Harry in the ribs, knocking him to the floor.

What happened then caught everyone by surprise, even Snape. One moment, Dudley and his friend were pressing there noses up against the glass, and suddenly it vanished, and the both crashed into the tank. The large snake uncoiled itself from a large piece of wood it was wrapped around and slithered out of the tank, hissing loudly as if trying to say something, as people ran screaming for the exits. After a crazy escaped, the snake direct apologized for what happened and insisted that nothing like this had ever happened before. On the way back home in the car Dudley and his friend were telling how the snake almost killed them when in fact it just snapped playfully at there heels, when Dudley’s friend said he saw Harry talking to the snake.

Vernon waited until the other boy finally left before starting in on Harry. He was so angry he could barely speak:

“Go-cupboard-stay-no meals,” he said before he collapse in an arm chair and Petunia brought him some brandy.

Harry went to his cupboard gladly just wantto gto get away from them all.

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Snape was at last in his office once more. He put the pensieve away, as his mind buzzed with all that he saw in the mist of memory. So many questions kept running through his head that he barely heard the knock on the door. . . .

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