The Devil Runs Wild

********~The War Begins~

Harry stopped staring at the gnomes when he caught sight of blond hair. Looking past the trees, he saw Draco walking farther into the forest. Harry got up and followed. He followed slowly behind Draco, careful not to walk to close since Harry didn’t know whether Draco wanted him around or would just order him to go away again. Harry’s heart stung at the memory of being told to go away like that. It just wasn’t natural for him to be away from Draco.

“Potter,” Draco said, turning around slowly to face Harry.

Harry froze, standing about fifteen feet away from Draco.

“Come here,” Draco said and Harry’s worry vanished and he approached Draco rather eagerly.

“Give me your hand,” Draco said and Harry held out his hand as if it was only natural for Draco to be asking for it.

As soon as his hand met Draco’s, Harry felt his stomach clench as he felt the pull of apparation. Harry wasn’t worried about being apparated, but he was worried when Draco let go of his hand. Looking around the room, Harry was reminded of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, without the tables. The room was just a big open space with high ceilings with dim light shinning from six expensive-looking chandeliers. Harry wondered why Draco had brought him here and looked up at Draco who smiled at him.

“Where are we?” Harry asked.

“Somewhere we can be alone,” Draco said softly.

Harry’s eyes widened and he blushed a bit. “Oh,” he responded and looked down at the ground.

Lucius looked, intrigued, at Potter as he blushed at his words. Apparently the Dark Lord was correct in believing that Potter had feelings for his son. Lucius did not know how the Dark Lord was able to create a bond between Potter and his son before he died, but Lucius didn’t question it for it fit perfectly with the Dark Lord’s plans now.

Lucius had arrived in front of the Burrow, thinking of how to lure Potter outside of the magical perimeter in order to abduct him, when he had caught sight of Potter sitting on the back porch of the wretched house….alone. It had been perfect timing, apparently. When he had turned and saw Potter out of the corner of his eye get up to follow him, Lucius was able to see for the first time how powerful the Dark Lord’s magic was. For a bond to last this long after the death of one of the bonded was incredible. The Dark Lord had said that he had invented the bond himself and Lucius was proud to be in service of such a great wizard.

“Potter,” Lucius said, causing Potter to lift his head up and look at him. “Do you know what would make me happy?” Lucius asked and Potter’s ears perked up. This bond the Dark Lord created was a highly attached one and Lucius did not know why the Dark Lord had bothered to create one between his son and Potter to begin with. The Dark Lord had said it was before Draco had disappointed him with his failed mission. If Draco had not shown such cowardice, Draco could have been here in his place, serving the Dark Lord proudly, just as he was now. “If you would lend me your magic,” Lucius said, making sure to imitate the way his son would move his chin up in a Malfoy gesture of dignity, of suredness, the way one would look down upon his followers. He had taught Draco to do this and had observed him doing so many a time with Crabbe and Goyle. Lucius noticed the way Harry simply nodded his head. A very strong attachment, indeed.

“Follow me,” Lucius said and led Harry out of the room.

*******

“What do you mean he’s gone?!” Severus screamed. Being informed that Potter was missing was not good news.

“He was just there,” Mrs. Weasley said, a hand placed over her heart in worry. She had gone out to the back porch when Ron had told her he couldn’t find Harry and she had searched throughout their property for him but Harry could not be found.

“I left him for only a minute!” Ron said, feeling horrible.

“Oh, Ron, it’s not you’re fault,” Mrs. Weasley said and drew her son into a comforting hug.

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“Where could he have gone?” Hermione said, exasperated, throwing her head into her hands. She had looked everywhere inside and outside the perimeter and Harry was just…gone.

“Perhaps Draco will be able to find him,” Mrs. Weasley said hopefully.

Draco had been gone some time, performing his own search for Harry and had not returned.

“The boy has already been abducted, that much is certain,” Severus said and Mrs. Weasley squicked.

“No! Surely, he’s just upset and hiding somewhere!” Mrs. Weasley said and hugged Ron closer when he tensed up.

“I didn’t mean to make him mad!” Ron said.

“It’s not anyone’s fault!” Hermione yelled.

At that moment, Draco stormed in through the door.

“I can’t find him! That bastard!” Draco yelled and ignored the glare he received from Hermione for his swear.

“Of course you can’t,” Severus said and attempted to slowly speak this time to get the message through everyone’s thick head. “Potter has been taken by the Dark Lord.”

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Harry felt lightheaded as his magic was being extracted from him. Draco said that it wouldn’t hurt but it also didn’t feel very good.

“That’s good, Potter,” Draco said to him and he lifted his wand away from Harry’s arm. Harry was glad that it was over. He felt very drowsie now, though, and was afraid that if Draco wanted something more from him, he wouldn’t have enough strength to move.

“Rest now,” Draco told him and laid him down on the firm bench beneath Harry. Harry complied willingly, even though the bench was uncomfortable, he was just too tired to care. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

*******

“My Lord,” Lucius said, bowing his head in front of the throne. “This is as much magic that can be extracted for today without killing Potter,” he said and handed the vial he had just filled with Potter’s magical essence to the Dark Lord, who took it firmly.

“Very well,” the Dark Lord hissed and dismissed Lucius, who still appeared in the form of his son.

Lucius bowed again and left the throne room.

*******

The Dark Lord was positively delighted with his plans falling perfectly into place. He had thought that retrieving the boy would have been more difficult, but Lucius had been able to lure the boy away in mere moments. Delightful.

Nagina slithered up by his side. “Massster, issss it working?” his pet snake asked.

“Perfectly. Thank you again, my pet, for allowing me to use your blond to create this bond,” the Dark Lord hissed back to his snake. Nagina hissed back a “you’re welcome.”

“You’re blood created a new kind of slave bond, my precious. One that relies on natural feelings. Potter will willingly donate his magic to Lucius in the form of his son until it drains him dry,” and here the Dark Lord paused to chuckle darkly. Nagina hissed out her satisfaction at it as well. “His added magic will help me conquer the world and by not killing him, I will keep myself alive, for as you know, the boy has part of my soul inside him. An unfortunate consequence of having tried to kill the boy years ago, but no matter, he will help me until he is no more than a muggle,” the Dark Lord chuckled again and Nagina hissed.

Harry Potter had indeed become a horcrux that night when he was just one year old. The Dark Lord had discovered this fact not too long ago and had immediately stopped all possible attacks against Potter’s life. The bond he had created had taken quite some time but had been worth it for now Potter was merely a tool. After all, if he had to keep the boy alive, he might as well use him.

Of course, one could not steal magic from another, no, the Dark Lord had to devise a way in which Potter would willingly donate his magic to someone he felt a natural attachment to. The Dark Lord had sent dreams to the boy using several different followers of his to see if the boy had any natural inclinations towards any of them. The only one Potter had felt anything towards had been Draco Malfoy. Of course, the bond would need a decent amount of growth time, and therefore, he had made sure that Draco would be sent to Potter. It allowed Potter to grow natural feelings of attachment to Draco before the bond could feed and manifest these feelings. He had had to mask the true bond with another in order to make sure Severus and the members of his “Order” would not do anything to interrupt his bond or to realize the bond’s true intent. Otherwise, there’s no telling what Severus may have attempted in order to vanquish the bond and the Dark Lord did not want to take any risks with the bond he had created. He believed his bond was strong, of course, but he would be a fool to trust completely in a new bond that had never been used before. It had worked and the fact of the matter was that Potter was now in his possession.

The true war could now begin.

The walls of the room echoed with the Dark Lord’s dark chuckling.



Author's note: Ok, so I wrote another chapter! Yay! Oh, yeah, and if this story sucks it's because it's my first fanfiction story ever, just so you know. Um...yeah.