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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,428
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ch 2 - Boys Don't Cry
See chapter one for disclaimer.
CHAPTER TWO - BOYS DON\'T CRY
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
\'Cause boys don\'t cry
Boys don\'t cry
Boys Don\'t Cry - The Cure
Present Day
Harry awoke with a start. This was it, the day he launched a war on the people he always thought he would protect. He reached across the bed and was surprised when he found it empty. He got up and quickly dressed, then made his way down to the Great Hall. He knew he had to prepare for the day ahead and as the leader of an army it seemed only right that he was here first.
A noise from the other end of the hall made him look up, and he saw his lover at the top table examining maps and blueprints.
"Draco, what are you doing down here at this time?" Harry asked, wondering why he was getting angry.
Draco looked up and surveyed Harry, "You look like shit Potter," he drawled, turning back to the papers he had been reading.
"Why are you looking at those?" Harry said as he strode down the hall to where Draco was standing, "If you don't know the plan by now then perhaps you should just stay here."
Draco turned and leaned against the desk, watching Harry silently, his arms crossed.
"I mean, unless I'm wrong, I thought I was in charge of this rescue mission, did something change while I was asleep, or did you and your boss decide to change the plan to help your side?"
"Are you finished?" asked Draco, eyebrow raised.
Harry was silent, staring at the table of maps and breathing hard.
"Good. Then stop being such a bloody wanker," he said quietly, leaning over to kiss Harrys bowed head. "He's not going to change his mind at the last minute, we want our people back as much as you want yours."
Harry nodded and gave Draco a chaste kiss on the lips "I just need to be in control of this today, that's all."
Draco chuckled, "Yes well, didn't you always?"
~*~
Six Months earlier
Harry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He hadn't moved since he had heard the voice in his head saying,
"˜Harry Potter"” I need to speak with you.'
That had been an hour ago and Harry had been trying to connect to Voldemort ever since with no success. He knew what the conversation would be about.
Harry jumped as the high cold voice penetrated his mind raising Goosebumps on his arms and face,
"˜My apologies for the delay I had "¦business elsewhere.'
"˜What do you want Voldemort?'
"˜The same thing as you Harry, I want my people back. I think we are both clear on the fact that neither of us has anything to do with the others people disappearing.'
"˜Fine, so we are agreed on one thing. I assume that you think that the same people are responsible for both sides disappearance. Do you know who it is?'
"˜You have not forgotten that we are sworn enemies?'
Harry flinched. He hated what he was doing. Every fibre of his being was screaming that he should never be having a conversation with his parents' murderer, but he was also completely intrigued.
"˜You contacted me, not the other way around.'
"˜I am aware of that Harry; I just wanted you to remember whom you were talking to. What I am proposing is a "¦pooling of our resources as it were.'
"˜Why don't you just tell me what you mean?' The sigh that ran through Harry's mind chilled him to the bone but he held the connection.
"˜What I mean Harry, is that we are going to have to work together if we wish to see our comrades again."
Harry was silent for a long time, so long that Voldemort spoke again, "˜Harry Potter, are you so speechless by my proposition?'
"˜I'm just amazed that you think I would fall for such an obvious trap; I'm not fifteen any more. You are an evil murdering bastard who only cares about himself. You don't care about your people so why would you ever propose such a thing, and to me of all people?'
"˜You are very wrong Harry; I do care about my people a great deal. But you are right, under normal circumstances I would rather accept that they were lost than approach an enemy for help but something is very wrong with these disappearances. If I am right about where they are then our world has been broached and our wards tampered with to take our people.'
The order had come to conclusion that something was wrong in their world, but no one could describe what it was, not even Dumbledore. Now Harry knew. "˜You know who has them don't you?'
Voldemort was silent for a moment and Harry was surprised to find that the dark wizard was choosing his words carefully. "˜I have my suspicions. I will keep them to myself for now as they are just that and will not be productive to this"¦meeting.'
Harry laughed bitterly, "˜You make it sound like we're businessmen or politicians, I need to know what you're thinking or this won't happen.'
"˜No! You will consent to this or you will not. That is all there is.'
Harry stood and walked to the window, looking out at the clear night sky. He couldn't believe what was happening but he found himself believing Voldemort. "˜If I agree to this and it's a trap, this war will be over, I will kill you do you understand?'
"˜Pick your rendezvous point boy, bring your Order and let us get our people back.'
"˜I will let you know within twenty-four hours, and only once we are there.' And with that Harry slammed a mental door on Voldemort cutting off their communication.
~*~
Twenty Four Hours Later
"I am running this operation and if you have a problem with that then you can just fuck off back to whatever rock you crawled out from. You came to me for help not the other way around." Harry was pacing in the headmasters office as he spoke.
"I did contact you Mr Potter, you are quite right. I can remember thinking how easy it was to enter your mind," said Voldemort from his chair. Draco stood behind him with his father and smirked at Harry, whose fists clenched in anger.
"But seeing as I know who has our people and you do not, it would seem wise to hear me out." Voldemort's voice was calm but his eyes blazed with fury. "I would also remind you to remember to whom you are speaking. I have killed people for much less."
At these words, six wands were simultaneously drawn and pointed. Harry, Dumbledore and Severus's at Voldemort, and Voldemort, Lucius and Draco's at Harry.
Voldemort lowered his wand and the two blondes at his back followed suit.
Harry lowered his own and said, "If you know where they are then why haven't you gone after them yourselves, and more to the point why won't you tell me who has them?"
"Draco," said Voldemort, "take Mr Potter to the library and show him what you have discovered about the fools who are holding our people, while these fine men and I arrange for the rest of our people to arrive here and finally come face to face with the mighty Order of the Phoenix."
Harry walked to the door and then turned back. "Remember what I said Voldemort. If this is a trap I will kill you, and all your followers."
"I remember, Harry Potter," said Voldemort without turning around.
~*~
"No," said Harry for the fifth time, "this is wrong, it has to be."
Draco was sitting in a chair with his feet crossed up on the table, watching Harry as he picked up and put down various pieces of paper, magical photographs, maps and drawings.
"Believe it Potty," he said with a nasty laugh, not being able to remember the last time he had so much fun as he was having watching Harry's disbelief.
"Lies, it's all lies." Harry came around the desk and shook the papers in Dracos face. "Who did this surveillance, you? What did you do, what spell did you use to create this?"
Draco smiled, "You really cannot believe that it was them, can you, that we are not the only monsters?"
He stopped smiling when Harry drew his wand and started blasting the papers, causing little fires to erupt all over the desk. He leapt up and drew his own wand, putting out the fires and casting a protective charm on them,
"We need them to get our people back, don't you understand?" he said stalking over to Harry and shoving him hard in the chest, "It's all true you fucking idiot, they did this." Draco was breathing heavily, his own anger building, "I did the surveillance, I did the calculations, I was the one who realised!"
"Liar." Said Harry, his vision becoming hazy as he lashed out and punched Draco in the face, causing a trickle of blood to run from his mouth. Draco punched him back and as Harry staggered, Draco pushed him against one of the bookcases, holding him by the throat.
"I didn't want it to be true either," he said quietly.
Harry chocked out a laugh, "Don't tell me you want to switch sides now, that you've seen the light?"
"No," said Draco humourlessly, "I still believe in Voldemort's vision, but I've never really been afraid before and now I have nightmares." His hand dropped to his side. "We have to get them out of there. All of them," he said simply.
Harry couldn't remember ever having seen Draco look like a real person with fears and feelings before. He would never be able to say whether it was seeing him like this that made him do it but he raised his hand and wiped the blood from Draco s mouth, gently touching his cheek as he whispered, "We'll stop them, and get our people back."
CHAPTER TWO - BOYS DON\'T CRY
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
\'Cause boys don\'t cry
Boys don\'t cry
Boys Don\'t Cry - The Cure
Present Day
Harry awoke with a start. This was it, the day he launched a war on the people he always thought he would protect. He reached across the bed and was surprised when he found it empty. He got up and quickly dressed, then made his way down to the Great Hall. He knew he had to prepare for the day ahead and as the leader of an army it seemed only right that he was here first.
A noise from the other end of the hall made him look up, and he saw his lover at the top table examining maps and blueprints.
"Draco, what are you doing down here at this time?" Harry asked, wondering why he was getting angry.
Draco looked up and surveyed Harry, "You look like shit Potter," he drawled, turning back to the papers he had been reading.
"Why are you looking at those?" Harry said as he strode down the hall to where Draco was standing, "If you don't know the plan by now then perhaps you should just stay here."
Draco turned and leaned against the desk, watching Harry silently, his arms crossed.
"I mean, unless I'm wrong, I thought I was in charge of this rescue mission, did something change while I was asleep, or did you and your boss decide to change the plan to help your side?"
"Are you finished?" asked Draco, eyebrow raised.
Harry was silent, staring at the table of maps and breathing hard.
"Good. Then stop being such a bloody wanker," he said quietly, leaning over to kiss Harrys bowed head. "He's not going to change his mind at the last minute, we want our people back as much as you want yours."
Harry nodded and gave Draco a chaste kiss on the lips "I just need to be in control of this today, that's all."
Draco chuckled, "Yes well, didn't you always?"
~*~
Six Months earlier
Harry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He hadn't moved since he had heard the voice in his head saying,
"˜Harry Potter"” I need to speak with you.'
That had been an hour ago and Harry had been trying to connect to Voldemort ever since with no success. He knew what the conversation would be about.
Harry jumped as the high cold voice penetrated his mind raising Goosebumps on his arms and face,
"˜My apologies for the delay I had "¦business elsewhere.'
"˜What do you want Voldemort?'
"˜The same thing as you Harry, I want my people back. I think we are both clear on the fact that neither of us has anything to do with the others people disappearing.'
"˜Fine, so we are agreed on one thing. I assume that you think that the same people are responsible for both sides disappearance. Do you know who it is?'
"˜You have not forgotten that we are sworn enemies?'
Harry flinched. He hated what he was doing. Every fibre of his being was screaming that he should never be having a conversation with his parents' murderer, but he was also completely intrigued.
"˜You contacted me, not the other way around.'
"˜I am aware of that Harry; I just wanted you to remember whom you were talking to. What I am proposing is a "¦pooling of our resources as it were.'
"˜Why don't you just tell me what you mean?' The sigh that ran through Harry's mind chilled him to the bone but he held the connection.
"˜What I mean Harry, is that we are going to have to work together if we wish to see our comrades again."
Harry was silent for a long time, so long that Voldemort spoke again, "˜Harry Potter, are you so speechless by my proposition?'
"˜I'm just amazed that you think I would fall for such an obvious trap; I'm not fifteen any more. You are an evil murdering bastard who only cares about himself. You don't care about your people so why would you ever propose such a thing, and to me of all people?'
"˜You are very wrong Harry; I do care about my people a great deal. But you are right, under normal circumstances I would rather accept that they were lost than approach an enemy for help but something is very wrong with these disappearances. If I am right about where they are then our world has been broached and our wards tampered with to take our people.'
The order had come to conclusion that something was wrong in their world, but no one could describe what it was, not even Dumbledore. Now Harry knew. "˜You know who has them don't you?'
Voldemort was silent for a moment and Harry was surprised to find that the dark wizard was choosing his words carefully. "˜I have my suspicions. I will keep them to myself for now as they are just that and will not be productive to this"¦meeting.'
Harry laughed bitterly, "˜You make it sound like we're businessmen or politicians, I need to know what you're thinking or this won't happen.'
"˜No! You will consent to this or you will not. That is all there is.'
Harry stood and walked to the window, looking out at the clear night sky. He couldn't believe what was happening but he found himself believing Voldemort. "˜If I agree to this and it's a trap, this war will be over, I will kill you do you understand?'
"˜Pick your rendezvous point boy, bring your Order and let us get our people back.'
"˜I will let you know within twenty-four hours, and only once we are there.' And with that Harry slammed a mental door on Voldemort cutting off their communication.
~*~
Twenty Four Hours Later
"I am running this operation and if you have a problem with that then you can just fuck off back to whatever rock you crawled out from. You came to me for help not the other way around." Harry was pacing in the headmasters office as he spoke.
"I did contact you Mr Potter, you are quite right. I can remember thinking how easy it was to enter your mind," said Voldemort from his chair. Draco stood behind him with his father and smirked at Harry, whose fists clenched in anger.
"But seeing as I know who has our people and you do not, it would seem wise to hear me out." Voldemort's voice was calm but his eyes blazed with fury. "I would also remind you to remember to whom you are speaking. I have killed people for much less."
At these words, six wands were simultaneously drawn and pointed. Harry, Dumbledore and Severus's at Voldemort, and Voldemort, Lucius and Draco's at Harry.
Voldemort lowered his wand and the two blondes at his back followed suit.
Harry lowered his own and said, "If you know where they are then why haven't you gone after them yourselves, and more to the point why won't you tell me who has them?"
"Draco," said Voldemort, "take Mr Potter to the library and show him what you have discovered about the fools who are holding our people, while these fine men and I arrange for the rest of our people to arrive here and finally come face to face with the mighty Order of the Phoenix."
Harry walked to the door and then turned back. "Remember what I said Voldemort. If this is a trap I will kill you, and all your followers."
"I remember, Harry Potter," said Voldemort without turning around.
~*~
"No," said Harry for the fifth time, "this is wrong, it has to be."
Draco was sitting in a chair with his feet crossed up on the table, watching Harry as he picked up and put down various pieces of paper, magical photographs, maps and drawings.
"Believe it Potty," he said with a nasty laugh, not being able to remember the last time he had so much fun as he was having watching Harry's disbelief.
"Lies, it's all lies." Harry came around the desk and shook the papers in Dracos face. "Who did this surveillance, you? What did you do, what spell did you use to create this?"
Draco smiled, "You really cannot believe that it was them, can you, that we are not the only monsters?"
He stopped smiling when Harry drew his wand and started blasting the papers, causing little fires to erupt all over the desk. He leapt up and drew his own wand, putting out the fires and casting a protective charm on them,
"We need them to get our people back, don't you understand?" he said stalking over to Harry and shoving him hard in the chest, "It's all true you fucking idiot, they did this." Draco was breathing heavily, his own anger building, "I did the surveillance, I did the calculations, I was the one who realised!"
"Liar." Said Harry, his vision becoming hazy as he lashed out and punched Draco in the face, causing a trickle of blood to run from his mouth. Draco punched him back and as Harry staggered, Draco pushed him against one of the bookcases, holding him by the throat.
"I didn't want it to be true either," he said quietly.
Harry chocked out a laugh, "Don't tell me you want to switch sides now, that you've seen the light?"
"No," said Draco humourlessly, "I still believe in Voldemort's vision, but I've never really been afraid before and now I have nightmares." His hand dropped to his side. "We have to get them out of there. All of them," he said simply.
Harry couldn't remember ever having seen Draco look like a real person with fears and feelings before. He would never be able to say whether it was seeing him like this that made him do it but he raised his hand and wiped the blood from Draco s mouth, gently touching his cheek as he whispered, "We'll stop them, and get our people back."