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Until My Dying Day
Chapter Number/Total: 28/32
Chapter Title: Until My Dying Day
Words: 2364 Words
As the Portkey pulled him away, Harry could feel a searing pain in his left thigh and he almost lost his grip on Ambrose. He could only let out a muffled groan, his face pressed against the man's chest.
Ambrose's grip on Harry tightened painfully. "Hang on," he yelled above the sound of the wind.
Harry sniffled, his arms tightening as well, his left thigh throbbing horribly. When he thought it was over, there was another stabbing pain, this time in his right thigh. He cried out, glad Ambrose was holding him so tightly.
After being buffeted for what felt like hours, they landed in a heap on the ground in a wooded area. Ambrose took the brunt of the fall, rolling so that Harry landed on top of him.
Harry was crying silently as they fell, immediately trying to get up even though he was shaking hard. They were cutting apart Draco, his Draco, and Harry wasn't there to stop it. He was beginning to shake in anger, his magic crackling again as he managed to ignore the pain.
"Hey, save that for the fight," Ambrose said, wincing at the prickle of power. The woods were dark. He sat up then, bringing Harry with him. "They will be at his Mansion," he said. "Do you remember it?"
Harry nodded stiffly, remembering the Mansion perfectly well. “Yes, I can go there.”
"No, I have to take you in there," Ambrose said, helping Harry to his feet. "I can get you past the wards to where the Dark Lord is. You can't take them all, Potter. You will need my help."
"I can, but I might blow up the place," Harry huffed, brushing off his clothes.
"You can do that?" Ambrose asked.
Harry gritted his teeth, glancing at him sharply. The air between them crackled again and there was a sudden gust of wind that blew Harry's hair around his face. He looked livid.
"Apparently," Ambrose said with wonder in his voice. "So do we go now or wait for our backup? I am to send the signal to the resistance when we go in."
"We go now," Harry said firmly, feeling the ache in his body begin to lessen. He didn’t like that at all.
Ambrose stepped away from Harry and raised his wand, pointing into the dark. "Expecto Patronum!" he cast, and light flowed from his wand, forming into the shape of a squirrel. "Tell them we are going in," he said, and the creature dashed off into the night.
Harry waited impatiently.
Ambrose turned back. He took hold of Harry's arms. "Remember, I captured you. You are my prisoner," he said. "Otherwise they will kill me and bind you before we can even get near Him."
Harry frowned but nodded, slowly covering up his defiance with a look of submission.
Ambrose Apparated with Harry to the gates of Voldemort's Mansion. A masked and robed guard stood there. "Shelton," the man said, "what do you have there?"
"Potter," Ambrose answered.
Harry wasn't looking up, making sure that his hair was covering his face completely. He pretended to try and weakly pull away from Ambrose.
Ambrose's fingers dug into Harry's arm. The Death Eater guard immediately waved his wand and opened the gates. The cold wall of despair that hit them both when they stepped on the grounds was very familiar to Harry.
Dementors swirled around them in the darkness and Ambrose was shaking too by the time they got to the door. Harry swallowed and fought the urge to conjure his Patronus, unconsciously pressing himself against Ambrose more. They were met by another guard, who, thankfully, quickly let them in.
This really was much too like the other times he was brought here. But this time he was going in there set on killing the monster.
***
"Fifteen ounces," the Death Eater pronounced, and Macnair laughed. Draco was moaning now, in spite of his efforts to be still. Both thighs had large chunks hacked out of them, the muscle glistening as the holes filled with blood.
Mark's fingers were shaking and dripping with his lover’s blood, his tears not stopping. He dropped another piece onto the plate, swallowing hard.
"Seventeen," the Death Eater with the plate said, laughing with the others.
Mark stepped away when he heard him speak, nearly stumbling in his haste to get away. He couldn't stand to look into Draco's face now, not after what he just did.
Draco finally allowed himself a loud moan, his body shuddering with the release of holding himself through the ordeal.
"Muggle," Voldemort sneered, "I told you to feed it to my Nagini."
Mark turned back and slowly reached for the plate, looking down at the floor.
The snake had slithered forward and now began to wrap itself around Mark's legs, its face rising up toward him. Mark shuddered and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. When he opened them again he picked up a piece of the flesh and hesitantly held it out for the snake, too scared to look directly at it. The coils of the snake wound higher and tighter on Mark's body, reaching his buttocks and the first of his whip wounds now. The creature opened its mouth under his hand.
Draco lay chained and shaking on the altar. "Drop it in, Mark," he gasped, "or she'll take your hand."
Mark tossed the flesh into the snake’s mouth. When he heard Draco, he quickly reached to drop the rest in its mouth as well. Nagini gulped the flesh, opening for the rest. On the third and final scoop of dripping meat, she lunged forward, mouth closing over Mark's hand and fangs sinking into his arm.
Draco began screaming in rage.
Mark cried out in surprise, instinctively tugging at his arm, which only caused him more pain. He fell to the ground, gasping through his sobs.
***
Ambrose and Harry were inside the foyer when they heard the screaming. The big man's hand tightened on Harry's arm, holding him in place.
Harry looked up quickly, planning on running inside just when Ambrose's arm tightened. "I have to ..."
Ambrose shook his head but dragged Harry forward, wand pointed at the man's throat. The doors were opened for them and they stepped inside the room. It took a minute for everyone to see them as the attention was focused on the bloody spectacle in front of them.
Mark was still whimpering, his arm beginning to go numb and his breathing laboured as the coils of the snake around him grew tighter.
Harry gasped, his eyes going impossibly wide when he saw Draco, and then Mark. He tried to take a step forward but Ambrose held him tight as Voldemort and the others finally looked up.
"Potter," Voldemort hissed.
Draco tried to look from where he lay. He felt both horror and relief in that moment. He was chained and helpless. Yet, at the same time, he felt that if anyone could stop this, Harry could.
Mark blinked away the tears and forced himself to look up. When he saw Harry, he almost began screaming for him to get back out again.
Harry began to shake with anger, glaring hard at Voldemort. If only looks could kill.
Voldemort gestured and Ambrose walked forward, dragging Harry with him. "Shelton," the Dark Lord said, "you have brought us the runaway. How did you find him?"
"I tracked down some of the Muggle places they frequented," Ambrose answered.
"Potter, we have already been entertaining Malfoy and your Muggle pet," Voldemort said, gesturing to where Nagini still coiled around Mark, fangs in his flesh.
"Let them go," Harry said through gritted teeth. "It's me you want, right?"
"Malfoy is a traitor and will die like one," Voldemort sneered. "The Muggle is just sport. And yes, it is finally your turn to die, Harry."
"I'd like to see you try," Harry growled, trying to pull away from Ambrose again.
At a nod from Voldemort, Ambrose released Harry and stepped back, still holding his wand pointed at the "prisoner".
"You are wandless and a prisoner," Voldemort replied. "The best you could hope for would be to beg for mercy on behalf of Malfoy and the Muggle. That might earn them quick deaths."
"Not a chance, Tom, not a chance," Harry said, rolling his shoulders as he felt his magic begin to build up. He was going to have to try and focus all of his power on just Voldemort, so that no one he loved got hurt.
"How dare you!" someone behind him yelled. Voldemort lifted his wand, casting "Crucio" on Harry.
Harry fell to his knees with a small groan, feeling the fire race through him, but after just a moment he managed to shake it off, breathing harshly. He slowly lifted his head and smirked up at Voldemort.
Voldemort's eyes widened and, for the first time, Harry saw fear in them.
Harry stood up quickly, using Voldemort's moment of surprise to hold out his arm and yell his first spell, "Expelliarmus!"
There were shouts as Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and to Harry’s. Ambrose turned and fired at the first Death Eater to raise a wand toward Harry. Macnair fell under the Killing Curse.
Draco watched in awe and wonder as Harry attacked Voldemort. The blond began struggling, trying to get out of the shackles.
Harry caught the wand with a grin, immediately pointing it at Voldemort. "How's it feel, Tom? Roles reversed?" Harry asked, his eyes trained on him. He heard the chains rattling behind him, and he reached back with his other hand, flicking his wrist. The torches in the room flickered as the chains fell away from Draco.
Draco ground his teeth together in pain as he forced himself to roll off the altar, scrambling for Macnair's wand before anyone else could get to it.
Ambrose had backed to one side, wand trained on the other Death Eaters in the room, who, for their part, seemed stunned.
"What? No final words?" Harry asked, taking a step closer. He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but he couldn’t resist now that victory was finally in his grasp.
Mark was looking around, his eyes wide in surprise. Harry had just come in and taken over. He smiled weakly, even as he felt his consciousness begin to slip away. He couldn't fall over with the snake wrapped so tightly around his legs. He passed out still held in its coils.
Voldemort lifted his hand, pointing his fingers at Harry and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry barely had time to react before the green light hit him in the chest, throwing him back on the floor. He skidded on the ground and then went still, his eyes closed.
Draco screamed as the curse hit Harry, the wand forgotten for the moment as he tried to crawl to Harry, having to drag his legs leaving a bloody trail behind him.
Voldemort was laughing. Ambrose was shaking, his wand lowered when he realised they had lost. "Foolish boy," Voldemort sneered. "Potter is finally dead, and any left who tried to help him will pay for his mistakes."
Draco reached Harry and took him into his arms, sobbing. The blond wasn't even listening. All he was thinking about was Harry. He was wishing the Enslavement Spell worked both ways and would have killed him with Harry.
"Your turn, Malfoy," Voldemort said, still laughing.
Draco buried his face in Harry’s hair, weeping. “Until my dying day,” he whispered in his lover's ear.
Harry slowly stirred as if waking from a nap, hearing Draco's words and Voldemort’s laughter in the background. His hand tightened around the wand, but he didn't make any other movements. Not yet.
Draco felt Harry's breath against his ear and stilled as, not lifting his face, he whispered, "Harry?"
"Come what may," Harry whispered in reply, his lips barely moving.
Draco sobbed again, in relief this time, but tightened his hand on the wand.
Harry still waited, took a deep breath, gripping Voldemort’s wand again as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at Draco and said, “Move, now.”
Draco rolled out of the way and toward the snake. He saw the thing open its mouth, pulling its fangs loose. Draco had been around Voldemort long enough to recognise the creature was planning to swallow Mark. Draco crawled across the floor, having to pull his legs again. He didn't dare cast a spell that might injure Mark. That's when he spotted the knife Mark had dropped and reached for it. Draco grabbed the knife from the floor and plunged it into the head of the snake with such force that it went all the way through, the point sticking through the chin of the creature. Nagini thrashed, releasing Mark but knocking Draco aside as she did. Voldemort howled.
Harry sat up, his arm raised, pointing the wand directly at Voldemort. He felt his own power rise, the torches in the room flaring with it, as he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort lit in green and then the screaming stopped as the thing that had been Tom Riddle crumpled to the floor.
Harry watched him fall, Voldemort’s wand slowly slipping from his fingers. He had done it, finally.
Draco collapsed on the floor, face turned toward Harry but his vision going black.
Behind them the door burst open and several people came in with wands drawn. Death Eaters turned, drawing wands too.
Without even having to think about it, Harry hexed any Death Eater who even came a little close to him as he stared at Voldemort's dead body. When the doors opened he looked up and immediately he noticed Tonks' bright pink hair and ... was that Percy's red hair?
One of the Death Eaters yelled "traitor" and fired a Reductor Curse at Ambrose, who flew into the wall. Percy took that one down and, when the hood fell back, it turned out to be Goyle. After that, it wasn't much of a battle anymore. Most the Death Eaters gave up without a fight as a dozen resistance members rounded them up.
[Oh, not over yet...]
Chapter Title: Until My Dying Day
Words: 2364 Words
As the Portkey pulled him away, Harry could feel a searing pain in his left thigh and he almost lost his grip on Ambrose. He could only let out a muffled groan, his face pressed against the man's chest.
Ambrose's grip on Harry tightened painfully. "Hang on," he yelled above the sound of the wind.
Harry sniffled, his arms tightening as well, his left thigh throbbing horribly. When he thought it was over, there was another stabbing pain, this time in his right thigh. He cried out, glad Ambrose was holding him so tightly.
After being buffeted for what felt like hours, they landed in a heap on the ground in a wooded area. Ambrose took the brunt of the fall, rolling so that Harry landed on top of him.
Harry was crying silently as they fell, immediately trying to get up even though he was shaking hard. They were cutting apart Draco, his Draco, and Harry wasn't there to stop it. He was beginning to shake in anger, his magic crackling again as he managed to ignore the pain.
"Hey, save that for the fight," Ambrose said, wincing at the prickle of power. The woods were dark. He sat up then, bringing Harry with him. "They will be at his Mansion," he said. "Do you remember it?"
Harry nodded stiffly, remembering the Mansion perfectly well. “Yes, I can go there.”
"No, I have to take you in there," Ambrose said, helping Harry to his feet. "I can get you past the wards to where the Dark Lord is. You can't take them all, Potter. You will need my help."
"I can, but I might blow up the place," Harry huffed, brushing off his clothes.
"You can do that?" Ambrose asked.
Harry gritted his teeth, glancing at him sharply. The air between them crackled again and there was a sudden gust of wind that blew Harry's hair around his face. He looked livid.
"Apparently," Ambrose said with wonder in his voice. "So do we go now or wait for our backup? I am to send the signal to the resistance when we go in."
"We go now," Harry said firmly, feeling the ache in his body begin to lessen. He didn’t like that at all.
Ambrose stepped away from Harry and raised his wand, pointing into the dark. "Expecto Patronum!" he cast, and light flowed from his wand, forming into the shape of a squirrel. "Tell them we are going in," he said, and the creature dashed off into the night.
Harry waited impatiently.
Ambrose turned back. He took hold of Harry's arms. "Remember, I captured you. You are my prisoner," he said. "Otherwise they will kill me and bind you before we can even get near Him."
Harry frowned but nodded, slowly covering up his defiance with a look of submission.
Ambrose Apparated with Harry to the gates of Voldemort's Mansion. A masked and robed guard stood there. "Shelton," the man said, "what do you have there?"
"Potter," Ambrose answered.
Harry wasn't looking up, making sure that his hair was covering his face completely. He pretended to try and weakly pull away from Ambrose.
Ambrose's fingers dug into Harry's arm. The Death Eater guard immediately waved his wand and opened the gates. The cold wall of despair that hit them both when they stepped on the grounds was very familiar to Harry.
Dementors swirled around them in the darkness and Ambrose was shaking too by the time they got to the door. Harry swallowed and fought the urge to conjure his Patronus, unconsciously pressing himself against Ambrose more. They were met by another guard, who, thankfully, quickly let them in.
This really was much too like the other times he was brought here. But this time he was going in there set on killing the monster.
***
"Fifteen ounces," the Death Eater pronounced, and Macnair laughed. Draco was moaning now, in spite of his efforts to be still. Both thighs had large chunks hacked out of them, the muscle glistening as the holes filled with blood.
Mark's fingers were shaking and dripping with his lover’s blood, his tears not stopping. He dropped another piece onto the plate, swallowing hard.
"Seventeen," the Death Eater with the plate said, laughing with the others.
Mark stepped away when he heard him speak, nearly stumbling in his haste to get away. He couldn't stand to look into Draco's face now, not after what he just did.
Draco finally allowed himself a loud moan, his body shuddering with the release of holding himself through the ordeal.
"Muggle," Voldemort sneered, "I told you to feed it to my Nagini."
Mark turned back and slowly reached for the plate, looking down at the floor.
The snake had slithered forward and now began to wrap itself around Mark's legs, its face rising up toward him. Mark shuddered and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. When he opened them again he picked up a piece of the flesh and hesitantly held it out for the snake, too scared to look directly at it. The coils of the snake wound higher and tighter on Mark's body, reaching his buttocks and the first of his whip wounds now. The creature opened its mouth under his hand.
Draco lay chained and shaking on the altar. "Drop it in, Mark," he gasped, "or she'll take your hand."
Mark tossed the flesh into the snake’s mouth. When he heard Draco, he quickly reached to drop the rest in its mouth as well. Nagini gulped the flesh, opening for the rest. On the third and final scoop of dripping meat, she lunged forward, mouth closing over Mark's hand and fangs sinking into his arm.
Draco began screaming in rage.
Mark cried out in surprise, instinctively tugging at his arm, which only caused him more pain. He fell to the ground, gasping through his sobs.
***
Ambrose and Harry were inside the foyer when they heard the screaming. The big man's hand tightened on Harry's arm, holding him in place.
Harry looked up quickly, planning on running inside just when Ambrose's arm tightened. "I have to ..."
Ambrose shook his head but dragged Harry forward, wand pointed at the man's throat. The doors were opened for them and they stepped inside the room. It took a minute for everyone to see them as the attention was focused on the bloody spectacle in front of them.
Mark was still whimpering, his arm beginning to go numb and his breathing laboured as the coils of the snake around him grew tighter.
Harry gasped, his eyes going impossibly wide when he saw Draco, and then Mark. He tried to take a step forward but Ambrose held him tight as Voldemort and the others finally looked up.
"Potter," Voldemort hissed.
Draco tried to look from where he lay. He felt both horror and relief in that moment. He was chained and helpless. Yet, at the same time, he felt that if anyone could stop this, Harry could.
Mark blinked away the tears and forced himself to look up. When he saw Harry, he almost began screaming for him to get back out again.
Harry began to shake with anger, glaring hard at Voldemort. If only looks could kill.
Voldemort gestured and Ambrose walked forward, dragging Harry with him. "Shelton," the Dark Lord said, "you have brought us the runaway. How did you find him?"
"I tracked down some of the Muggle places they frequented," Ambrose answered.
"Potter, we have already been entertaining Malfoy and your Muggle pet," Voldemort said, gesturing to where Nagini still coiled around Mark, fangs in his flesh.
"Let them go," Harry said through gritted teeth. "It's me you want, right?"
"Malfoy is a traitor and will die like one," Voldemort sneered. "The Muggle is just sport. And yes, it is finally your turn to die, Harry."
"I'd like to see you try," Harry growled, trying to pull away from Ambrose again.
At a nod from Voldemort, Ambrose released Harry and stepped back, still holding his wand pointed at the "prisoner".
"You are wandless and a prisoner," Voldemort replied. "The best you could hope for would be to beg for mercy on behalf of Malfoy and the Muggle. That might earn them quick deaths."
"Not a chance, Tom, not a chance," Harry said, rolling his shoulders as he felt his magic begin to build up. He was going to have to try and focus all of his power on just Voldemort, so that no one he loved got hurt.
"How dare you!" someone behind him yelled. Voldemort lifted his wand, casting "Crucio" on Harry.
Harry fell to his knees with a small groan, feeling the fire race through him, but after just a moment he managed to shake it off, breathing harshly. He slowly lifted his head and smirked up at Voldemort.
Voldemort's eyes widened and, for the first time, Harry saw fear in them.
Harry stood up quickly, using Voldemort's moment of surprise to hold out his arm and yell his first spell, "Expelliarmus!"
There were shouts as Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and to Harry’s. Ambrose turned and fired at the first Death Eater to raise a wand toward Harry. Macnair fell under the Killing Curse.
Draco watched in awe and wonder as Harry attacked Voldemort. The blond began struggling, trying to get out of the shackles.
Harry caught the wand with a grin, immediately pointing it at Voldemort. "How's it feel, Tom? Roles reversed?" Harry asked, his eyes trained on him. He heard the chains rattling behind him, and he reached back with his other hand, flicking his wrist. The torches in the room flickered as the chains fell away from Draco.
Draco ground his teeth together in pain as he forced himself to roll off the altar, scrambling for Macnair's wand before anyone else could get to it.
Ambrose had backed to one side, wand trained on the other Death Eaters in the room, who, for their part, seemed stunned.
"What? No final words?" Harry asked, taking a step closer. He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but he couldn’t resist now that victory was finally in his grasp.
Mark was looking around, his eyes wide in surprise. Harry had just come in and taken over. He smiled weakly, even as he felt his consciousness begin to slip away. He couldn't fall over with the snake wrapped so tightly around his legs. He passed out still held in its coils.
Voldemort lifted his hand, pointing his fingers at Harry and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry barely had time to react before the green light hit him in the chest, throwing him back on the floor. He skidded on the ground and then went still, his eyes closed.
Draco screamed as the curse hit Harry, the wand forgotten for the moment as he tried to crawl to Harry, having to drag his legs leaving a bloody trail behind him.
Voldemort was laughing. Ambrose was shaking, his wand lowered when he realised they had lost. "Foolish boy," Voldemort sneered. "Potter is finally dead, and any left who tried to help him will pay for his mistakes."
Draco reached Harry and took him into his arms, sobbing. The blond wasn't even listening. All he was thinking about was Harry. He was wishing the Enslavement Spell worked both ways and would have killed him with Harry.
"Your turn, Malfoy," Voldemort said, still laughing.
Draco buried his face in Harry’s hair, weeping. “Until my dying day,” he whispered in his lover's ear.
Harry slowly stirred as if waking from a nap, hearing Draco's words and Voldemort’s laughter in the background. His hand tightened around the wand, but he didn't make any other movements. Not yet.
Draco felt Harry's breath against his ear and stilled as, not lifting his face, he whispered, "Harry?"
"Come what may," Harry whispered in reply, his lips barely moving.
Draco sobbed again, in relief this time, but tightened his hand on the wand.
Harry still waited, took a deep breath, gripping Voldemort’s wand again as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at Draco and said, “Move, now.”
Draco rolled out of the way and toward the snake. He saw the thing open its mouth, pulling its fangs loose. Draco had been around Voldemort long enough to recognise the creature was planning to swallow Mark. Draco crawled across the floor, having to pull his legs again. He didn't dare cast a spell that might injure Mark. That's when he spotted the knife Mark had dropped and reached for it. Draco grabbed the knife from the floor and plunged it into the head of the snake with such force that it went all the way through, the point sticking through the chin of the creature. Nagini thrashed, releasing Mark but knocking Draco aside as she did. Voldemort howled.
Harry sat up, his arm raised, pointing the wand directly at Voldemort. He felt his own power rise, the torches in the room flaring with it, as he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort lit in green and then the screaming stopped as the thing that had been Tom Riddle crumpled to the floor.
Harry watched him fall, Voldemort’s wand slowly slipping from his fingers. He had done it, finally.
Draco collapsed on the floor, face turned toward Harry but his vision going black.
Behind them the door burst open and several people came in with wands drawn. Death Eaters turned, drawing wands too.
Without even having to think about it, Harry hexed any Death Eater who even came a little close to him as he stared at Voldemort's dead body. When the doors opened he looked up and immediately he noticed Tonks' bright pink hair and ... was that Percy's red hair?
One of the Death Eaters yelled "traitor" and fired a Reductor Curse at Ambrose, who flew into the wall. Percy took that one down and, when the hood fell back, it turned out to be Goyle. After that, it wasn't much of a battle anymore. Most the Death Eaters gave up without a fight as a dozen resistance members rounded them up.
[Oh, not over yet...]