Daimons

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Chapter 28 Daimons

Harry sat on the porch, sitting next to Armstrong. He was supposed to be moral support, while Del transferred Lucius’ fetus into Severus, for the large Daimon but was far to entrenched in thought. He stared at the portkey that brought both Hermione and Gavin back from the vipers’ lair.

It was time to strike. He knew in the deepest part of his soul that he would never have a better opportunity than he had at this moment. But he had to wait. Wait until Edelman was finished with Snape. Wait for the Daimon to be able to focus on what was being said and not distracted. He needed both of them at his side. His plans needed a small handful of men, the strongest and the fiercest of his allies, those he could rely on.

Del stepped onto his porch and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he spoke. “Father and children are doing well. Lucius died during the transfer. There will be an autopsy to find out what killed him.”

“Does it really matter?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry?” Del asked.

“He’s gone. I doubt that Draco really cares and his wife was no longer in the picture. So why bother?”

“Perhaps it’s nothing more than curiosity but I always liked to know why my patients die.”

“Your time,” Harry replied.

“If you don’t mind… Severus?” Arm interrupted.

“He’s fine. In a few weeks your son will be delivered and then in two more months Lucius’ little girl.”

“A few weeks? Isn’t that too soon?” the Daimon voice his concern.

“A little but he’s a strong lad and I don’t think he will mind joining the world a little early. Don’t worry Arm; I wouldn’t do anything that might endanger your child. He’ll be fine.”

“That is a promise I plan on making you keep.”

“If the two of you are done I have something more important to speak of.”

“There is nothing more important than my son,” Arm growled much like Remus.

“I apologize, I meant no offense. But I have a war to win and that time is now.”

“Harry?” Arms questioned.

“With this.” Harry raised the pendant that Gavin gave Hermione as a portkey.

“I know my mind is rather preoccupied but I’m not following you.” Arm was confused.

“We can do a tracing charm on it and know exactly where Voldemort is. This is a chance of a lifetime that I, for one, am not going to let slip through my fingers.”

“What is your plan?” Del asked as he took a seat besides Harry.

“A small group, the most powerful of our wizards, will attack in the dark of the night, when their guards are down and we end it one way or another, tonight. I am weary and I want this to end… now. Are you with me?”

“Let’s get it done,” Armstrong answered.

“I stand with ya’,” Del added.

“Bring Silverrage but leave Remus. He being a new father I don’t want him in the line of fire, no matter how angry he will be with me.”

“Tonks and Miriam; I wouldn’t want to be on the other side of either’s wand, when peeved.”

“Kingsley, but remind him he’s not an Auror this evening but a warrior. No mercy is our cry. This war has gone on far too long. We are to end this tonight.”

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Voldemort straightened from leaning over the toilet for the third time that evening. He was unable to keep any food down. He concluded that the stress of the day and losing his unborn child was too much for even him, the greatest wizard alive. Losing Lucius as his right hand man was disturbing but losing him as a lover was devastating. The tight hole of his always felt wonderful around his shaft. Now he would have to spend the time finding someone else that could please him as much as Lucius did and bare his children.

Tomorrow he would have to regroup and find another place, to be his headquarters. Malfoy’s manor has now become too dangerous, especially now with Lucius’ death.

Voldemort watched as the sun descended on the horizon. There was a time when Tom Riddle would have wondered at the sight. Voldemort contemplated what happened to that man. He was always an abusive child, dangerously charming, and powerful but he had moments, every now and then, when he felt deeply for those around him. Now, he was alive, but nothing more than an empty shell. Void of all feelings. A death of a child would have devastated the average witch or wizard, but he found it more of an inconvenience than anything else. There were no tears, no mourning the lost of a loved one but an anger that he had to start all over again. He shook his head; immortality comes with a very expensive price tag, one he was glad to pay.

Tonight he would rest, tomorrow with the light of day he would plan the next step. There were many that needed to be punished for their betrayal. He would have them on their knees before he slowly, unmercifully tortured each one until they begged for death. On that pleasant note, Voldemort fell peacefully to sleep.

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Draco stood outside of Ron’s door. He had been with him every moment while he was unconscious but now… this would be the first time they really ‘saw’ one another since Ron had lost his leg. Weasley was proud wizard and Draco feared that Ron would feel that he had become a burden.

Molly was pleased to take her new ‘grandchild’ for the night, leaving Ron and Draco alone for the evening. Draco had no doubt that when Tyler returned from Weasleys’ that he would be spoiled rotten; even more so than he already had been.

“Draco, I know you’re out there, get your bony arse in here now,” Ron ordered from his room.

Draco looked over his shoulder to try to look at his arse while his hands felt the globes of his buttocks. As he opened the door, he indignantly said to his lover, “I do not have a bony arse. It’s rather round and pleasing to the touch.” He turned around lifting his robe to display his arse to Ron. “Don’t you think so?”

“I do believe I will have to change my opinion about your arse but before I do, I think, I need a bit more research. Pants off.” Ron slipped his hand under the sheets and started to stroke his hardening cock.

“Are you sure? Here? Now? Are you well enough? Won’t someone hear us? Won’t I hurt you?”

“Draco, do shut up.” Ron ordered in a firm but quiet voice. “If I can get it up I’m well enough to use it. Now, do as I say. Lock the door and ward a silencing charm on the room.”

Ron’s commanding voice acted as an aphrodisiac to the Slytherin. Draco found himself getting hard.

“Very good, my pet,” Ron said as Draco did as he was told. “Robe and trousers off,” he instructed.

Draco threw his robe, carelessly, over a nearby chair. He started to unfasten his slacks when Ron told him to turn around and slip them off with his back towards him. With what had to be called a nasty smirk on Draco’s face, he turned around and gave Ron a show, as he wiggled and stretched while he slipped his trousers off his slim hips.

Ron gasped as he saw the rosette between Draco’s firm cheeks. “I must admit, I am wrong. That has to be the most perfect arse in the universe.” Ron lifted the sheets for Draco to crawl under.

“Yes it is,” Draco grinned, “and it belongs only to you.” He started to climb next to Ron when he saw the stump of a leg and froze.

Ron saw the hesitation and threw the sheet off all the way. “Look at it good Draco. I will walk again with a prosthetic leg but when we go to bed at night this is what it’s going to look like. Can you handle it? If not let’s end this here and now.”

“You misread me.” Draco climbed next to Ron. “I thought you must be the bravest person I know.” Draco seductively nibbled on Ron’s lower lip. “Now if you had lost this,” Draco ran his thigh up and down Ron’s hardening cock causing a groan to escape, “I may have had to re-evaluate our relationship.”

“Thank Merlin, we don’t have to worry about that.” Ron’s eyes rolled back in his head as Draco licked the length of his cock.

“You have been through so much. Let me show you how much I appreciate all you’ve done.” Draco positioned his opening over his lover’s engorged prick and slowly pressed down on him.

“Draco, if Voldemort isn’t the death of me, you just might be.” He grabbed Draco’s hips and thrust his pelvic forcefully forward, bringing a cry of pleasure from his lover. In the next few hours the two renewed their relationship and re-established the love they had for one another. By the light of morning the two would know that nothing would keep them apart.

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Rose woke to find herself, alone in bed. Grimacing, she got out of bed and went into her daughter’s nursery to find Remus staring at his sleeping child.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered when he became aware that Rose had joined him. He turned to his wife and pulled her close to his side. “Thank you.”

“And what specifically are you thanking me for. To marrying you, having your daughter, putting up with you?” she teased.

“All of the above, and much, much more. In my wildest dreams I never thought I could be as happy as I am at this moment.”

“I don’t know. Do you think another child or two might make you happier?”

“What? You want more children? In the delivery room you made it perfectly clear that you never wanted me to touch you again.”

“Give me a couple of weeks and I will more than likely be jumping your bones.” Rose Marie brushed the back of her finger across the cheek of her daughter. “After seeing her I can’t imagine not giving her a couple of more siblings. Besides I know you want a boy.”

“I never gave you the impression that I didn’t want Emma, did I?” He was startled. It was a secret that he had kept to himself.

“All men want a son to carry on their name and you are no different. If we don’t have a boy by the forth child you will just be out of luck. Okay?”

“Did I ever tell you how much you mean to me?” He nibbled the nape of her neck.

“None of that, Remus. I don’t want you to start what we both know won’t be happening for a few weeks.”

“Yes, dear,” Remus replied sheepishly.

“Now come to bed and get some rest. She’ll be letting herself be known in a little while and I would dearly like to get some sleep before she does.” She took her husband’s hand and led him back to their room.

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Neville slowly pulled out of Miriam and rolled over onto his back. “Wow,” Neville murmured.

“Yes, it was,” Miriam agreed. She propped herself on an arm to stare at the man that completed her. “The answer is yes.” She pushed the sweat drenched hair off his forehead.

“Yes? To what?” he asked. His eyes remained shut.

“Yes, I will marry you. After graduation I would love to become Miriam Longbottom.”

“You would?” He sounded surprise.

“Yes, silly, there will never be anyone but you from now on.” She leaned in and kissed his swollen lips.

“There was never anyone ‘but’ you.” He pulled her lilt body on top of his. “I may never let you go.”

She kissed his chest and held him tight. “You’ll have to. I have a mission in a little while.”

“Dangerous?” he questioned.

“Yes.” She couldn’t lie to him.

“I won’t let you go.” He held her closer.

“And I don’t want to leave but you and we both know I must.”

“Promise to come back to me.”

“That’s a promise I plan on keeping. I love you Neville Longbottom. I want you to know I have never spoken those words to anyone but you. When I return, there will be nothing that will keep us apart. I promise.”

They silently held onto one another until Miriam had to leave.