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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
33
Views:
33,129
Reviews:
106
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
Disclaimer:
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.
Twenty Three
~*~*~*~
TWENTY-THREE
~*~*~*~
Arms restrained his convulsing body and his muscles would not respond properly. Pain danced along his nerve endings; he had no control of his motor functions.
A voice he did not recognize spoke softly to him. “Mr. Potter, can you hear me? You need to drink this.”
A gelatinous substance was placed at his lips, and when he was unable to swallow, firm fingers gently massaged his throat, permitting the potion to slide down his esophagus. Concentrating, Harry tried to form a question.
“R…Ro?”
Another concoction was eased down his throat and sleep overtook him.
~*~*~*~
When Harry next awoke, it was to a silent, sterile light green room. The convulsions had subsided and only a slight trembling of his hands remained. The massive bruises that covered his body had been treated; patches of pale yellowish green remained. The mediwizards healed all of his injuries while fighting the damage from the Cruciatus Curse; the scarring from his cesarean section had been repaired as well.
His magic seemed to be stronger, more focused than it had been since it shattered. The control bands had been removed and sat on the bedside table. Harry’s hand drifted to the choke chain; it still remained.
He looked up when a mediwitch in pale blue robes entered the room.
“Oh,” she said with false cheerfulness, “You’re awake.”
“Where…” Harry’s voice was hoarse from screaming.
“You’re in St. Mungo’s, Dear.”
“Daughter…where’s my daughter?”
“Daughter? Oh, I’m sorry…I just came on shift…I’ll find someone to speak with you.”
~*~*~*~
Harry tried to get out of the bed when the mediwitch did not return, but found his ankles were restrained. He pulled at his feet, feeling something padded wrapped around his ankles. Peering beneath the bedding, he saw thick leather straps.
With a scowl, he tried a wandless “Alohamora” with no success. He reached for the straps, but could not find a buckle. He jerked his feet up in frustration and decided it was a stupid and painful thing to do. Irritated, he laid back on the bed and counted the ceiling tiles.
The door opened and Harry growled at the wizard who entered. “Get these damn restraints off my legs. I need to take a piss.”
“All pets are automatically bound to their beds. It is a hospital policy. Lucius requested they leave you unbound but they refused. The hospital board is afraid of liability issues should you escape while a patient at St. Mungos.” Severus closed the door. “I’ll get you a bed pan.”
~*~*~*
“What happened, Sev? Is Rose okay?”
“Rosamond was uninjured; you bore the brunt of the curses. She has been examined by the best pediawizards on staff.”
“Why did Lady Malfoy attack us? She could have killed the baby.”
Severus sat on the edge of the mattress. Harry could feel the unease radiate from the older wizard.
“We believe that was her intention…”
“I don’t understand. I thought she wanted Rose.”
“What do you remember?” Severus reached to grasp one of the still trembling hands. Thankfully, Harry seemed to have survived the extended Cruciatus Curse with his mental faculties intact.
“When Master led me to the library, Lady Malfoy almost knocked me over…She was very angry… Rosamond was sitting on your lap and I didn’t understand why she was there…I still don’t. You gave me the baby and Master dismissed us. We were in the main foyer when she attacked…”
“Did Narcissa say anything?”
“Only Crucio…” Harry shuddered at the memory. “I was afraid of dropping Rose on the marble floor…and she kept holding the curse…it hurt so much…then she cast the killing curse…I don’t understand…Did I survive Avada Kedevra a second time?”
“You were not the target of the Avada Kedevra…”
“I don’t…” Harry looked up in shock. “Why did she want Rosamond dead?”
“Because you won and needed to be punished.”
“Won?” Harry pulled violently at his bound ankles. “What have I possibly won?”
Severus’ hand rested on one of the restraints, stilling the movement. “Custody of Rosamond Lucille Potter-Malfoy. Lord Voldemort denied Narcissa’s claim to the child based on a legal statute written in 1592.”
“Fifteen what?”
“According to the Parkinson/Spinnet ruling of 1592, a bound concubine who conceals the issuance of her womb from her master for a period of five months and a day can not be compelled to relinquish custody of said issuance against her will…
“To put it in plain English, Love, you remained free for almost seven months…Lucius did not meet his daughter until July 24th…three days ago.”
“But Lady Malfoy cast the killing curse…Did Rose…”
“She didn’t complete the curse. Draco heard the screaming. He blasted Narcissa across the foyer before she completed the casting.”
“Draco chose me over his mother?”
“No, Pet.” Lucius was standing in the doorway. “Draco chose his sister’s life over that of his mother.”
~*~*~*~*
TWENTY-THREE
~*~*~*~
Arms restrained his convulsing body and his muscles would not respond properly. Pain danced along his nerve endings; he had no control of his motor functions.
A voice he did not recognize spoke softly to him. “Mr. Potter, can you hear me? You need to drink this.”
A gelatinous substance was placed at his lips, and when he was unable to swallow, firm fingers gently massaged his throat, permitting the potion to slide down his esophagus. Concentrating, Harry tried to form a question.
“R…Ro?”
Another concoction was eased down his throat and sleep overtook him.
~*~*~*~
When Harry next awoke, it was to a silent, sterile light green room. The convulsions had subsided and only a slight trembling of his hands remained. The massive bruises that covered his body had been treated; patches of pale yellowish green remained. The mediwizards healed all of his injuries while fighting the damage from the Cruciatus Curse; the scarring from his cesarean section had been repaired as well.
His magic seemed to be stronger, more focused than it had been since it shattered. The control bands had been removed and sat on the bedside table. Harry’s hand drifted to the choke chain; it still remained.
He looked up when a mediwitch in pale blue robes entered the room.
“Oh,” she said with false cheerfulness, “You’re awake.”
“Where…” Harry’s voice was hoarse from screaming.
“You’re in St. Mungo’s, Dear.”
“Daughter…where’s my daughter?”
“Daughter? Oh, I’m sorry…I just came on shift…I’ll find someone to speak with you.”
~*~*~*~
Harry tried to get out of the bed when the mediwitch did not return, but found his ankles were restrained. He pulled at his feet, feeling something padded wrapped around his ankles. Peering beneath the bedding, he saw thick leather straps.
With a scowl, he tried a wandless “Alohamora” with no success. He reached for the straps, but could not find a buckle. He jerked his feet up in frustration and decided it was a stupid and painful thing to do. Irritated, he laid back on the bed and counted the ceiling tiles.
The door opened and Harry growled at the wizard who entered. “Get these damn restraints off my legs. I need to take a piss.”
“All pets are automatically bound to their beds. It is a hospital policy. Lucius requested they leave you unbound but they refused. The hospital board is afraid of liability issues should you escape while a patient at St. Mungos.” Severus closed the door. “I’ll get you a bed pan.”
~*~*~*
“What happened, Sev? Is Rose okay?”
“Rosamond was uninjured; you bore the brunt of the curses. She has been examined by the best pediawizards on staff.”
“Why did Lady Malfoy attack us? She could have killed the baby.”
Severus sat on the edge of the mattress. Harry could feel the unease radiate from the older wizard.
“We believe that was her intention…”
“I don’t understand. I thought she wanted Rose.”
“What do you remember?” Severus reached to grasp one of the still trembling hands. Thankfully, Harry seemed to have survived the extended Cruciatus Curse with his mental faculties intact.
“When Master led me to the library, Lady Malfoy almost knocked me over…She was very angry… Rosamond was sitting on your lap and I didn’t understand why she was there…I still don’t. You gave me the baby and Master dismissed us. We were in the main foyer when she attacked…”
“Did Narcissa say anything?”
“Only Crucio…” Harry shuddered at the memory. “I was afraid of dropping Rose on the marble floor…and she kept holding the curse…it hurt so much…then she cast the killing curse…I don’t understand…Did I survive Avada Kedevra a second time?”
“You were not the target of the Avada Kedevra…”
“I don’t…” Harry looked up in shock. “Why did she want Rosamond dead?”
“Because you won and needed to be punished.”
“Won?” Harry pulled violently at his bound ankles. “What have I possibly won?”
Severus’ hand rested on one of the restraints, stilling the movement. “Custody of Rosamond Lucille Potter-Malfoy. Lord Voldemort denied Narcissa’s claim to the child based on a legal statute written in 1592.”
“Fifteen what?”
“According to the Parkinson/Spinnet ruling of 1592, a bound concubine who conceals the issuance of her womb from her master for a period of five months and a day can not be compelled to relinquish custody of said issuance against her will…
“To put it in plain English, Love, you remained free for almost seven months…Lucius did not meet his daughter until July 24th…three days ago.”
“But Lady Malfoy cast the killing curse…Did Rose…”
“She didn’t complete the curse. Draco heard the screaming. He blasted Narcissa across the foyer before she completed the casting.”
“Draco chose me over his mother?”
“No, Pet.” Lucius was standing in the doorway. “Draco chose his sister’s life over that of his mother.”
~*~*~*~*