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Cold, Dead Flesh
Chapter Number/Total: 30/40
Chapter Title: Cold Dead Flesh
Words: 4219 Words
Someone was slapping Harry's face gently.
"Harry!"
Harry was confused and he couldn't move or open his eyes.
"Look, I think he's waking up!" said someone else.
"Oh, watch out! Ennervate!"
Harry suddenly found himself very much awake and he opened his eyes, sitting up halfway and groaning as he did.
Several people gasped, and as he focused on the blurry faces surrounding him, he saw several Weasleys, Ron being the nearest one to him, Hermione, Remus and Tonks. They were all standing around his bed, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Where's Valen?" Harry asked immediately, realising that he was not holding him.
They looked confused, but then Hermione seemed to understand. "Mrs Weasley has him," she said, looking over her shoulder to a spot in the room Harry couldn't see.
"Where?" Harry asked, needing to see him.
"Here, Harry," Mrs Weasley said and Harry tried to push himself up. Ron helped him. Fred and George moved aside a bit so that Harry could see past them. He could just make out Mrs Weasley's form holding his baby. He heaved a relieved sigh and fell back, closing his eyes, only for them to spring open a second later. "Draco!" he said.
"We have been looking for the two of you since this morning," Tonks said. "But then you came back and Draco didn't. What happened?"
"I don't know!" Harry said, pushing himself up again. "We woke up and we were in some strange room without our clothes or wands or anything and Draco's still there! He needs me!"
"Harry, calm down," said Mr Weasley, frowning worriedly. "We need to know what happened so that we can get to where Draco is."
Harry tried to take several deep breaths. "We woke up in that strange room and Macnair came," Harry said, trying not to lose his head and go into hysterics.
"The Death Eater?" Bill asked quickly.
Harry nodded.
"How could he get in here ...?" asked Mr Weasley.
"I don't know! Draco's mum had something to do with it, I think - or I think something like that was said - I - I don't know! He wouldn't let us out of the room and there were wards up and then - I had the baby and - sod all this! Draco needs me!"
Valen began wailing.
Harry's head snapped in that direction.
"Oh, shhh," said Mrs Weasley gently, trying to rock him.
"Give him to me," Harry said, probably sounding a little demanding, but not really caring at the moment.
Mrs Weasley walked over with Valen, who was wrapped in a baby blanket now, and handed him to Harry very carefully.
Valen was less loud but still crying, thrashing about and making little sucking noises.
Harry laid Valen on his lap very gently and reached to take his shirt off, not caring a single bit that the room was full of people. Ron helped him as he struggled, looking confused.
As soon as the shirt was off, Harry picked Valen back up and placed him at a nipple, pleased when Valen stopped crying.
Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes and mouths hanging open.
"Merlin," said Fred quietly.
"Now, I need to get to Draco!" Harry insisted in a hiss, ignoring everyone's looks.
Tonks was the first one to recover. "So Narcissa was able to come into the house and somehow kidnap you both. Do you know where they took you? What kind of place?"
"I was never brought out of the basement, so I don't know where we were," Harry said, feeling panic on the edge of his emotions, "but it was Muggle. There was Muggle light."
"Muggle," muttered Mr Weasley. "But that could be anywhere."
"Muggle lights and in a basement," Tonks said. "How did you get away?"
"Macnair came and was going to take me upstairs, but I couldn't go up them myself," Harry answered quickly. "He took the wards down to Apparate me up them, but I Apparated here instead."
Charlie frowned. "I thought you said you didn't have a wand," he said.
"I didn't," Harry said. "I've been learning wandless magic. I can do it when I really want to, and I've mastered a few spells."
There was stunned silence and impressed looks and that made Harry angry.
"But we're not here to discuss my skill level!" he snapped. "Draco needs me! It was nearly time for me to enter him when I left! I don't have time to sit here and go into every little detail!"
"Was it a long jump or a short one?" Remus asked, frowning.
Harry bit his lip. "I - I don't know. Probably not that far. I would've splinched myself I think if it had been far."
"Are there any areas around here that are Death Eater spots?" Mr Weasley asked Tonks, seeming to be trying to remember himself.
Tonks and Remus exchanged a glance and she Apparated out of the room. Remus looked at Harry. "Draco had given us financial records of the Malfoy estate purchases over the last several years. He thought that some of them might be used as Death Eater hideouts."
Harry nodded, swallowing. "I have to go with you or whoever's going to go," he said. "Draco's going to need me."
"Harry," said Mrs Weasley. "Do you really think you're in any state to be going anywhere?" She frowned worriedly at him.
"I have to!"
"You can barely sit up, let alone dodge spells or run!" Mrs Weasley insisted.
Hermione cleared her throat. "There are those potions Draco made," she said to Mrs Weasley.
Harry gasped quietly and nodded. "Yes, yes the potions!" he said. "Give me them!"
Mrs Weasley frowned at Hermione, seeming a bit upset that those had been mentioned.
Hermione bit her lip, looking at Harry like she was hoping what she had just done was for the best.
"Go! Get them!" Harry said, very displeased about how slow everyone seemed to be moving.
Hermione sighed very quietly and nodded before Disapperating. She appeared a few moments later, hands full of potion vials. "Ron, go get the last of them," she said. "They're sitting out on the table."
Ron nodded and was gone with a crack.
Hermione examined the first vial and then pulled the stopper off, handing it to Harry.
Holding Valen to his nipple still with one arm, Harry took the potion from Hermione and tipped it back quickly, only grimacing slightly at the taste. "Another," he said once that potion was finished.
Hermione handed him the next and he took that one too, the taste and smell even stronger, but as he took the potions one by one, he did start to slowly feel a bit better, more awake, his middle not hurting as much. He was still sore, of course he was, but not as sore.
Remus watched and frowned. "How many potions did he make and are you supposed to take them all at once?" he asked.
Hermione looked at the labels again of the ones Harry had already taken. "He's already taken what Draco said were the most important," she said, looking at Harry worriedly. "The others I think are just simple ones for precaution. He shouldn't take anymore probably."
Harry swallowed the last mouthful of the fourth potion. "Fine, let's go then." he said.
Mrs Weasley frowned at him. "You should wait a few minutes, I think," she said.
Tonks popped back into the room with an armload of papers and spread them out on one side of the bed. Remus was looking over them with her. "If we only check the Muggle buildings starting with those closest to the Manor," she said, "we can look for wards. That should tell us when we find it."
"This will go faster if we send people in different directions by broom," Remus said. "Fly there and then Apparate back to report what you find. Bill, George, Fred, Ron, Tonks - get your brooms. I will copy out the addresses and draw up maps for checking."
"I'll go too," Harry said at once, but Mrs Weasley and even Hermione and Ron frowned at him.
"I think you should stay here at least until they find the place, Harry," Hermione said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
Harry scowled and then Valen picked that moment to suck harder and Harry looked down at him and sighed. "All right," he said, "but someone take my broom. It's the fastest."
Ron nodded and then most of the Weasley males in the room began filing out.
Remus coordinated their plan and within the hour, they were all back with their reports. They found a small isolated house that was supposed to be unoccupied but which had strong wards placed around it.
"Did you see anyone besides Macnair?" Tonks asked.
Harry shook his head no. "I only saw Macnair, but I think Draco's mum was there as well. I don't know what exactly she had to do with all of this."
Valen had finished feeding and Mrs Weasley had burped him while Harry changed into some of his own clothes. He had his glasses now, and his wand and Draco's wand as well in his pocket. Valen was now asleep on Harry's chest again, but Harry was ready to go as soon as the go ahead was given.
Tonks came back into the room. "I have Floo-called Shacklebolt and he will be sending Aurors to back us up," she said. "Since it was Bill who scouted the place, he can Apparate there. But the rest of us will have to fly since we haven't been there before."
"Should I wait for everyone then?" Bill asked.
"It would be stupid for you to go in alone," said Charlie.
Harry sat watching all of them, a bit angry, because even though he had been there, it had only been in the warded basement that he couldn't get into now.
Tonks nodded. "Yes, we wait for back-up," she said. She turned to Harry, crossing her arms across her chest. "I suppose you still feel you have to come?" she asked.
Harry raised eyebrows at her for an answer. "Can we go now?" he said.
"We should leave," said Ron seriously. "Harry said Draco needs him ...." His ears didn't even turn red.
"You shouldn’t ride a broom yet," Remus said, "so have Bill take you on Side-Along. But, Harry, wait for the rest of us to get there."
Harry gritted his teeth and huffed through his nose before giving a short nod. He got to his feet, hiding the discomfort. Valen squirmed a little in his arms and he smiled softly down at him. "I'm going to get daddy, okay?" he whispered, kissing his little forehead. His heart hurt as he turned to Mrs Weasley to hand him over.
Her eyes were filled with tears as she took him.
Harry stared at Valen for a moment before taking a deep breath and turning to the group of people going with him. "All right, let's go," he said, and Bill stepped up beside him.
The others trooped out again and were on their way.
"You aren't going to make me restrain you, right?" Bill asked seriously, raising his eyebrows.
Harry simply frowned and took his arm.
Bill sighed and with a crack, they were gone.
***
They appeared again outside an inconspicuous looking Muggle house with trees all around. Some lights were on and Harry itched to run up and burst through the door, but Bill's firm hand on his arm told him that wouldn't be an easy thing to do. He gave Harry a stern, hard look and Harry glared but didn't attempt anything.
They moved close to the outside wall of the house and waited, listening for any noises, wands drawn. Harry grew more and more anxious and frightened as time passed.
Tonks landed behind the tree line and crept toward the house, signalling the others to do the same.
"There they are," Bill whispered, spotting the others when they came into view.
Harry turned his head quickly.
They all gathered together where Harry and Bill were standing.
"What's the plan?" Ron whispered, holding his broom and his wand.
"The house is warded," Tonks said, "so we need to wait for an Auror with the training to break through them."
"I don't have time for that," Harry growled. "Draco could - Draco could die."
"Harry, we can't do anything if we can't get in the bloody house," said George.
Tonks frowned, looking at Harry. "Harry, they have to fly here from London," she said.
"London?!" Harry hissed. "Draco will be dead by then!"
"Calm down, mate," said Ron, looking nervous.
"Calm down?" Harry hissed at him. "I'll bloody do it myself." And he turned towards the house, closing his eyes.
Everyone looked at him like he was mad.
I need Draco. I need these wards to come down so that I can get to him. Valen can't lose his father. I can't lose my husband. I won't let that happen, I promised him. I need the wards to come down. I need them to come down. Please, I need them to come down. Please let them come down. And as Harry chanted these things in his head, he could feel the magic working to comply. Please come down. Come down. He opened his eyes, knowing, without really knowing, that it had worked.
Tonks was watching him. "Did you do something, Harry?" she asked.
"I think so," Harry said, eyes wide. He was amazed with himself even.
"Can we go in now?" Ron asked, seeming awed.
"I think so ...." Harry said again, turning his head to look over his shoulder at everyone. "We shouldn't just go through the front door though, should we?"
Tonks did a spell that shimmered in the air for a moment. "They're down all right," she laughed. "'Kay. Bill, George, and Fred, you take the front. Ron, Remus, Harry and I will go in through the back."
Bill and the twins nodded, heading off cautiously.
Ron moved in very close to Harry, wand at the ready. He tossed his broom off to the side and nodded firmly.
Harry gave him a single proud nod and held his wand in front of him as well.
"Let's go," he said, heading slowly for the back of the house. He still felt as though he couldn't run or move very fast at all, and that scared him, but he was determined.
He led the small group with him to the back door, not knowing what to expect. The door was unguarded enough to be opened with a simple Alohomora and he pushed it open, stepping in quickly to what looked like the kitchen of the place. It was empty of any furniture or appliances and also empty of anyone.
Tonks made her way to the doorway of the hall and looked around. She saw the others coming through the living room. She nodded to them. No one was visible in the hall either.
Fred and George moved silently through the house and pressed their backs to the wall. They made their way to the first door in the hall, which was an empty bedroom.
Harry held his breath, watching them.
Ron stood slightly in front of him, as if trying to block him from view without Harry noticing.
Tonks looked into another door, seeing an empty bathroom.
Remus followed Tonks and had made it to the first door on the other side of the hall. It was closed. He turned the knob and pushed it open, stepping back. When nothing happened, he quickly glanced into the room. It was empty except for a bed and a night stand. He slid into the room, also checking the closets.
"What's there?" Fred asked in a very quiet whisper, looking into the kitchen at a door they hadn't opened.
He and George inched over to it, pressed to the wall on either side of it. George reached and tried to twist the doorknob, but it was locked.
"It's probably the basement," Harry whispered back.
Tonks looked over and cautiously made her way to the basement door as well, and Remus followed after her. The twins slowly backed away at looks that Tonks and Remus gave them, and the two stood on either side of the door. Remus checked the door himself and then nodded to Tonks. He cast Alohomora and flung the door open. They looked down the stairs into the darkness. Tonks reached over and turned the light on before making her way cautiously down, Remus following her again.
Harry was holding his breath again as he walked over to the doorway in the kitchen, looking down the steps. If Draco were down there .... It was bad enough that they had been trapped down there together. Draco trapped in a basement all alone was a nearly unbearable thought.
Down the hall Tonks and Remus found the metal door hanging open. Tonks ducked through the doorway, wand first, and then stopped. Remus looked in, and holding his wand up, stood looking as well. "Harry," he called out, "I think you should come here."
Harry's heart began pounding very hard. He moved as quick as he could down the staircase, discreetly pressing a hand to his stomach as he went, gritting his teeth.
Tonks had gone on ahead. Remus was blocking the doorway, facing Harry when he got to it. "Harry," he said, "I'm sorry."
Harry's entire body went completely cold and numb at that. "What?" he asked in a raspy whisper, trying to see around Lupin.
"He's ... well, he's here." Remus stumbled through the words. "But we are too late." He stepped back. Tonks was kneeling on the floor of the room. There, on the bloody mattress, was Draco.
"No," Harry said, heart pounding. "No, I'm not too late." He moved into the room and over beside Draco, breathing very quick. He bent over, reaching out a hand to touch his husband's face.
Draco had been beaten. His face was bruised and cut. His shirt had been ripped and there were more bruises. His eyes were closed. He was cold and not breathing.
Tonks was crying. "I checked, Harry," she said. "He's dead."
Harry dropped to his knees, his eyes wide and unblinking as tears formed and fell from them. "No," he said, his own heartbeat seeming too loud to his ears.
Tonks laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.
Harry was staring at Draco's face, still wide-eyed. "No," he said again, louder this time.
"Someone get him out of there," Harry heard Ron say from the door. His voice sounded oddly thick and worried, but Harry didn't turn to look.
"Come're Harry," Tonks said, sniffing. "We should get you home."
"No," Harry said again, breathing getting heavy. "Get out," he said, not really caring if there was anyone there or not. He crawled forward onto the mattress, reaching to work on Draco's trousers quickly. He didn't care if everyone thought he was mad. Draco wasn't gone and Harry would not believe he was. There was no way.
"Harry," Ron said, voice pained. "Harry, don't do this."
Harry ignored him.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Remus asked, coming into the room.
Harry didn't answer, pulling on Draco's trousers now, sliding them down his legs and off of him. He then reached for his own, still breathing heavily.
Remus stepped over and grabbed Harry's hand stopping him. "Harry, talk to me," he said harshly. "What are you doing?"
Harry glared at him hatefully. "I suggest you let go of me," he growled dangerously.
"He's going to try and have sex with him," Ron exclaimed. "Harry, don't! It'll only make it worse!"
"Just tell me why," Remus said, letting go.
"I'm going to save him," Harry answered in a hard voice, unzipping his fly.
Remus shook his head sadly. He walked to the door, pushing Tonks and Ron ahead of him. "It's his husband," he said to them. "If this is what he feels he has to do, then we aren't going to stop him." He closed the door behind him as he left.
Harry's hands shook as he pulled his trousers off, gritting his teeth at the pain of trying to move quickly. This is okay, Harry told himself. This is only like when we forget. That's all this is. It's only like when we forget.
Harry reached forward and flipped Draco's limp body over with both hands, telling himself that this is what he did every time, but Draco was freezing cold, so cold he made Harry cold, but Harry tried to keep that from his mind. Taking deep, calming breaths, Harry closed his eyes and lubed his fingers before pressing them to Draco's entrance to prepare him quickly. Just like always. But there was another voice, a malicious one: But this isn't like always, it said. He's too cold.
Harry gritted his teeth again, lubing his erection that he hadn't even been aware he'd made. He's making you cold and you're not even in him yet. Harry took another deep breath and was very thankful that he wasn't pregnant anymore. They were very careful not to forget when he'd had Valen still inside him. Valen only has one daddy now.
"No," Harry said aloud to the voice, lifting Draco's hips for entry. Yes. "No," Harry said again, pushing forward into his husband.
Harry shook with both cold and creeping fear. Draco didn't respond to his entry, but this had happened before. They'd done this before. No you haven't, said the voice. You've never felt him so cold. Harry closed his eyes, shivering. He'll be okay. He thrust. He'll be okay. He thrust again. You know this is pointless. You know he's not going to wake up. You never know when to quit. He's said it before himself. Harry let out a dry sob as he thrust yet again. "No," he said, teeth chattering.
Draco still didn't respond and Harry clutched his hips tightly. "Draco, wake up," he demanded. Nothing happened. You knew that wouldn't work. You can't bring him back this time. Harry was actually sobbing now. "Draco, please wake up," he said. Please isn't the magic word, the voice laughed at him. That's a Muggle saying. Harry thrust into Draco again, still hanging onto whatever hope allowed him to do this. He thrust and thrust, each one bringing with it a pang of fear and dread as Draco did nothing. The voice was laughing, high and cold. "Draco, please!" Harry screamed. "Draco, please don't leave me!" He thrust harder into him, ignoring his own pain. "Please!" The voice was so loud, too loud. Harry couldn't bear it. He felt like he couldn't breathe. "Please, Draco!"
Draco's body twitched, a shiver rippling through the cold flesh.
Harry gasped, eyes going wide. He continued to thrust, hardly daring to hope that he hadn't imagined the shiver. The voice's laughing was a little quieter now.
Heat centred low in Draco’s body, pouring into his cold, dead flesh. That's the first sensation he could remember afterwards. Heat and then pain. Pain as dead flesh warmed. Harry's magic pushed into him, shoving itself into his body and through him. He gasped as his lungs came to life.
Harry nearly screamed with relief, crying loudly as he thrust into Draco. "Yes, please," he sobbed, his heart beating quickly and an actual wild smile stretched across his lips, probably making him look mad.
Draco began to shiver next, teeth chattering as he sucked air into his lungs. He could feel Harry fucking him. The man’s cock was hot inside him and Draco trembled at each thrust.
Harry thrust and thrust, determined to come, still gripping Draco's hips very tightly. "Draco," he sobbed, opening his eyes to look at him. "I'm here."
"Yes," the blond managed, not much more than a hiss of breath as he spread his aching legs wider.
Harry let out a choked laugh, throwing his head back and feeling like he could probably float away with the feelings inside him. The taunting voice was nowhere to be found. "Oh, Merlin, thank you!" he shouted loudly, feeling his release coming now.
Draco moaned, magic flaring inside him, pulsing in his body with his husband's thrusts and his own body beginning to turn pain to pleasure.
Harry managed to thrust a few more times before he came, laughing as he did. He felt utterly insane with relief, more so than he ever had. He hardly noticed the pleasure of the orgasm, the relief stronger than that even.
"Harry!" Draco shouted as his husband's orgasm spread liquid fire through his body and brought his own orgasm as well. He felt feverishly hot now as he lay panting under Harry.
Harry was panting too and he pulled out of Draco gently, but quickly, falling to the mattress beside him and then wrapping arms around him, pulling him to his body tightly. "I thought you were dead," he whispered. "Merlin, I thought you were dead." He was sobbing again.
Draco was still trembling and hot as Harry took him into his arms. "I think I was," he whispered.
Harry sobbed a little harder at that. "Oh, God," he groaned, clutching Draco even tighter. "But you're okay," he said. "You're okay. You're okay."
"I am yours," Draco replied, turning his head to find his lover's lips and closing his mouth over his.
Chapter Title: Cold Dead Flesh
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Someone was slapping Harry's face gently.
"Harry!"
Harry was confused and he couldn't move or open his eyes.
"Look, I think he's waking up!" said someone else.
"Oh, watch out! Ennervate!"
Harry suddenly found himself very much awake and he opened his eyes, sitting up halfway and groaning as he did.
Several people gasped, and as he focused on the blurry faces surrounding him, he saw several Weasleys, Ron being the nearest one to him, Hermione, Remus and Tonks. They were all standing around his bed, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Where's Valen?" Harry asked immediately, realising that he was not holding him.
They looked confused, but then Hermione seemed to understand. "Mrs Weasley has him," she said, looking over her shoulder to a spot in the room Harry couldn't see.
"Where?" Harry asked, needing to see him.
"Here, Harry," Mrs Weasley said and Harry tried to push himself up. Ron helped him. Fred and George moved aside a bit so that Harry could see past them. He could just make out Mrs Weasley's form holding his baby. He heaved a relieved sigh and fell back, closing his eyes, only for them to spring open a second later. "Draco!" he said.
"We have been looking for the two of you since this morning," Tonks said. "But then you came back and Draco didn't. What happened?"
"I don't know!" Harry said, pushing himself up again. "We woke up and we were in some strange room without our clothes or wands or anything and Draco's still there! He needs me!"
"Harry, calm down," said Mr Weasley, frowning worriedly. "We need to know what happened so that we can get to where Draco is."
Harry tried to take several deep breaths. "We woke up in that strange room and Macnair came," Harry said, trying not to lose his head and go into hysterics.
"The Death Eater?" Bill asked quickly.
Harry nodded.
"How could he get in here ...?" asked Mr Weasley.
"I don't know! Draco's mum had something to do with it, I think - or I think something like that was said - I - I don't know! He wouldn't let us out of the room and there were wards up and then - I had the baby and - sod all this! Draco needs me!"
Valen began wailing.
Harry's head snapped in that direction.
"Oh, shhh," said Mrs Weasley gently, trying to rock him.
"Give him to me," Harry said, probably sounding a little demanding, but not really caring at the moment.
Mrs Weasley walked over with Valen, who was wrapped in a baby blanket now, and handed him to Harry very carefully.
Valen was less loud but still crying, thrashing about and making little sucking noises.
Harry laid Valen on his lap very gently and reached to take his shirt off, not caring a single bit that the room was full of people. Ron helped him as he struggled, looking confused.
As soon as the shirt was off, Harry picked Valen back up and placed him at a nipple, pleased when Valen stopped crying.
Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes and mouths hanging open.
"Merlin," said Fred quietly.
"Now, I need to get to Draco!" Harry insisted in a hiss, ignoring everyone's looks.
Tonks was the first one to recover. "So Narcissa was able to come into the house and somehow kidnap you both. Do you know where they took you? What kind of place?"
"I was never brought out of the basement, so I don't know where we were," Harry said, feeling panic on the edge of his emotions, "but it was Muggle. There was Muggle light."
"Muggle," muttered Mr Weasley. "But that could be anywhere."
"Muggle lights and in a basement," Tonks said. "How did you get away?"
"Macnair came and was going to take me upstairs, but I couldn't go up them myself," Harry answered quickly. "He took the wards down to Apparate me up them, but I Apparated here instead."
Charlie frowned. "I thought you said you didn't have a wand," he said.
"I didn't," Harry said. "I've been learning wandless magic. I can do it when I really want to, and I've mastered a few spells."
There was stunned silence and impressed looks and that made Harry angry.
"But we're not here to discuss my skill level!" he snapped. "Draco needs me! It was nearly time for me to enter him when I left! I don't have time to sit here and go into every little detail!"
"Was it a long jump or a short one?" Remus asked, frowning.
Harry bit his lip. "I - I don't know. Probably not that far. I would've splinched myself I think if it had been far."
"Are there any areas around here that are Death Eater spots?" Mr Weasley asked Tonks, seeming to be trying to remember himself.
Tonks and Remus exchanged a glance and she Apparated out of the room. Remus looked at Harry. "Draco had given us financial records of the Malfoy estate purchases over the last several years. He thought that some of them might be used as Death Eater hideouts."
Harry nodded, swallowing. "I have to go with you or whoever's going to go," he said. "Draco's going to need me."
"Harry," said Mrs Weasley. "Do you really think you're in any state to be going anywhere?" She frowned worriedly at him.
"I have to!"
"You can barely sit up, let alone dodge spells or run!" Mrs Weasley insisted.
Hermione cleared her throat. "There are those potions Draco made," she said to Mrs Weasley.
Harry gasped quietly and nodded. "Yes, yes the potions!" he said. "Give me them!"
Mrs Weasley frowned at Hermione, seeming a bit upset that those had been mentioned.
Hermione bit her lip, looking at Harry like she was hoping what she had just done was for the best.
"Go! Get them!" Harry said, very displeased about how slow everyone seemed to be moving.
Hermione sighed very quietly and nodded before Disapperating. She appeared a few moments later, hands full of potion vials. "Ron, go get the last of them," she said. "They're sitting out on the table."
Ron nodded and was gone with a crack.
Hermione examined the first vial and then pulled the stopper off, handing it to Harry.
Holding Valen to his nipple still with one arm, Harry took the potion from Hermione and tipped it back quickly, only grimacing slightly at the taste. "Another," he said once that potion was finished.
Hermione handed him the next and he took that one too, the taste and smell even stronger, but as he took the potions one by one, he did start to slowly feel a bit better, more awake, his middle not hurting as much. He was still sore, of course he was, but not as sore.
Remus watched and frowned. "How many potions did he make and are you supposed to take them all at once?" he asked.
Hermione looked at the labels again of the ones Harry had already taken. "He's already taken what Draco said were the most important," she said, looking at Harry worriedly. "The others I think are just simple ones for precaution. He shouldn't take anymore probably."
Harry swallowed the last mouthful of the fourth potion. "Fine, let's go then." he said.
Mrs Weasley frowned at him. "You should wait a few minutes, I think," she said.
Tonks popped back into the room with an armload of papers and spread them out on one side of the bed. Remus was looking over them with her. "If we only check the Muggle buildings starting with those closest to the Manor," she said, "we can look for wards. That should tell us when we find it."
"This will go faster if we send people in different directions by broom," Remus said. "Fly there and then Apparate back to report what you find. Bill, George, Fred, Ron, Tonks - get your brooms. I will copy out the addresses and draw up maps for checking."
"I'll go too," Harry said at once, but Mrs Weasley and even Hermione and Ron frowned at him.
"I think you should stay here at least until they find the place, Harry," Hermione said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
Harry scowled and then Valen picked that moment to suck harder and Harry looked down at him and sighed. "All right," he said, "but someone take my broom. It's the fastest."
Ron nodded and then most of the Weasley males in the room began filing out.
Remus coordinated their plan and within the hour, they were all back with their reports. They found a small isolated house that was supposed to be unoccupied but which had strong wards placed around it.
"Did you see anyone besides Macnair?" Tonks asked.
Harry shook his head no. "I only saw Macnair, but I think Draco's mum was there as well. I don't know what exactly she had to do with all of this."
Valen had finished feeding and Mrs Weasley had burped him while Harry changed into some of his own clothes. He had his glasses now, and his wand and Draco's wand as well in his pocket. Valen was now asleep on Harry's chest again, but Harry was ready to go as soon as the go ahead was given.
Tonks came back into the room. "I have Floo-called Shacklebolt and he will be sending Aurors to back us up," she said. "Since it was Bill who scouted the place, he can Apparate there. But the rest of us will have to fly since we haven't been there before."
"Should I wait for everyone then?" Bill asked.
"It would be stupid for you to go in alone," said Charlie.
Harry sat watching all of them, a bit angry, because even though he had been there, it had only been in the warded basement that he couldn't get into now.
Tonks nodded. "Yes, we wait for back-up," she said. She turned to Harry, crossing her arms across her chest. "I suppose you still feel you have to come?" she asked.
Harry raised eyebrows at her for an answer. "Can we go now?" he said.
"We should leave," said Ron seriously. "Harry said Draco needs him ...." His ears didn't even turn red.
"You shouldn’t ride a broom yet," Remus said, "so have Bill take you on Side-Along. But, Harry, wait for the rest of us to get there."
Harry gritted his teeth and huffed through his nose before giving a short nod. He got to his feet, hiding the discomfort. Valen squirmed a little in his arms and he smiled softly down at him. "I'm going to get daddy, okay?" he whispered, kissing his little forehead. His heart hurt as he turned to Mrs Weasley to hand him over.
Her eyes were filled with tears as she took him.
Harry stared at Valen for a moment before taking a deep breath and turning to the group of people going with him. "All right, let's go," he said, and Bill stepped up beside him.
The others trooped out again and were on their way.
"You aren't going to make me restrain you, right?" Bill asked seriously, raising his eyebrows.
Harry simply frowned and took his arm.
Bill sighed and with a crack, they were gone.
***
They appeared again outside an inconspicuous looking Muggle house with trees all around. Some lights were on and Harry itched to run up and burst through the door, but Bill's firm hand on his arm told him that wouldn't be an easy thing to do. He gave Harry a stern, hard look and Harry glared but didn't attempt anything.
They moved close to the outside wall of the house and waited, listening for any noises, wands drawn. Harry grew more and more anxious and frightened as time passed.
Tonks landed behind the tree line and crept toward the house, signalling the others to do the same.
"There they are," Bill whispered, spotting the others when they came into view.
Harry turned his head quickly.
They all gathered together where Harry and Bill were standing.
"What's the plan?" Ron whispered, holding his broom and his wand.
"The house is warded," Tonks said, "so we need to wait for an Auror with the training to break through them."
"I don't have time for that," Harry growled. "Draco could - Draco could die."
"Harry, we can't do anything if we can't get in the bloody house," said George.
Tonks frowned, looking at Harry. "Harry, they have to fly here from London," she said.
"London?!" Harry hissed. "Draco will be dead by then!"
"Calm down, mate," said Ron, looking nervous.
"Calm down?" Harry hissed at him. "I'll bloody do it myself." And he turned towards the house, closing his eyes.
Everyone looked at him like he was mad.
I need Draco. I need these wards to come down so that I can get to him. Valen can't lose his father. I can't lose my husband. I won't let that happen, I promised him. I need the wards to come down. I need them to come down. Please, I need them to come down. Please let them come down. And as Harry chanted these things in his head, he could feel the magic working to comply. Please come down. Come down. He opened his eyes, knowing, without really knowing, that it had worked.
Tonks was watching him. "Did you do something, Harry?" she asked.
"I think so," Harry said, eyes wide. He was amazed with himself even.
"Can we go in now?" Ron asked, seeming awed.
"I think so ...." Harry said again, turning his head to look over his shoulder at everyone. "We shouldn't just go through the front door though, should we?"
Tonks did a spell that shimmered in the air for a moment. "They're down all right," she laughed. "'Kay. Bill, George, and Fred, you take the front. Ron, Remus, Harry and I will go in through the back."
Bill and the twins nodded, heading off cautiously.
Ron moved in very close to Harry, wand at the ready. He tossed his broom off to the side and nodded firmly.
Harry gave him a single proud nod and held his wand in front of him as well.
"Let's go," he said, heading slowly for the back of the house. He still felt as though he couldn't run or move very fast at all, and that scared him, but he was determined.
He led the small group with him to the back door, not knowing what to expect. The door was unguarded enough to be opened with a simple Alohomora and he pushed it open, stepping in quickly to what looked like the kitchen of the place. It was empty of any furniture or appliances and also empty of anyone.
Tonks made her way to the doorway of the hall and looked around. She saw the others coming through the living room. She nodded to them. No one was visible in the hall either.
Fred and George moved silently through the house and pressed their backs to the wall. They made their way to the first door in the hall, which was an empty bedroom.
Harry held his breath, watching them.
Ron stood slightly in front of him, as if trying to block him from view without Harry noticing.
Tonks looked into another door, seeing an empty bathroom.
Remus followed Tonks and had made it to the first door on the other side of the hall. It was closed. He turned the knob and pushed it open, stepping back. When nothing happened, he quickly glanced into the room. It was empty except for a bed and a night stand. He slid into the room, also checking the closets.
"What's there?" Fred asked in a very quiet whisper, looking into the kitchen at a door they hadn't opened.
He and George inched over to it, pressed to the wall on either side of it. George reached and tried to twist the doorknob, but it was locked.
"It's probably the basement," Harry whispered back.
Tonks looked over and cautiously made her way to the basement door as well, and Remus followed after her. The twins slowly backed away at looks that Tonks and Remus gave them, and the two stood on either side of the door. Remus checked the door himself and then nodded to Tonks. He cast Alohomora and flung the door open. They looked down the stairs into the darkness. Tonks reached over and turned the light on before making her way cautiously down, Remus following her again.
Harry was holding his breath again as he walked over to the doorway in the kitchen, looking down the steps. If Draco were down there .... It was bad enough that they had been trapped down there together. Draco trapped in a basement all alone was a nearly unbearable thought.
Down the hall Tonks and Remus found the metal door hanging open. Tonks ducked through the doorway, wand first, and then stopped. Remus looked in, and holding his wand up, stood looking as well. "Harry," he called out, "I think you should come here."
Harry's heart began pounding very hard. He moved as quick as he could down the staircase, discreetly pressing a hand to his stomach as he went, gritting his teeth.
Tonks had gone on ahead. Remus was blocking the doorway, facing Harry when he got to it. "Harry," he said, "I'm sorry."
Harry's entire body went completely cold and numb at that. "What?" he asked in a raspy whisper, trying to see around Lupin.
"He's ... well, he's here." Remus stumbled through the words. "But we are too late." He stepped back. Tonks was kneeling on the floor of the room. There, on the bloody mattress, was Draco.
"No," Harry said, heart pounding. "No, I'm not too late." He moved into the room and over beside Draco, breathing very quick. He bent over, reaching out a hand to touch his husband's face.
Draco had been beaten. His face was bruised and cut. His shirt had been ripped and there were more bruises. His eyes were closed. He was cold and not breathing.
Tonks was crying. "I checked, Harry," she said. "He's dead."
Harry dropped to his knees, his eyes wide and unblinking as tears formed and fell from them. "No," he said, his own heartbeat seeming too loud to his ears.
Tonks laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.
Harry was staring at Draco's face, still wide-eyed. "No," he said again, louder this time.
"Someone get him out of there," Harry heard Ron say from the door. His voice sounded oddly thick and worried, but Harry didn't turn to look.
"Come're Harry," Tonks said, sniffing. "We should get you home."
"No," Harry said again, breathing getting heavy. "Get out," he said, not really caring if there was anyone there or not. He crawled forward onto the mattress, reaching to work on Draco's trousers quickly. He didn't care if everyone thought he was mad. Draco wasn't gone and Harry would not believe he was. There was no way.
"Harry," Ron said, voice pained. "Harry, don't do this."
Harry ignored him.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Remus asked, coming into the room.
Harry didn't answer, pulling on Draco's trousers now, sliding them down his legs and off of him. He then reached for his own, still breathing heavily.
Remus stepped over and grabbed Harry's hand stopping him. "Harry, talk to me," he said harshly. "What are you doing?"
Harry glared at him hatefully. "I suggest you let go of me," he growled dangerously.
"He's going to try and have sex with him," Ron exclaimed. "Harry, don't! It'll only make it worse!"
"Just tell me why," Remus said, letting go.
"I'm going to save him," Harry answered in a hard voice, unzipping his fly.
Remus shook his head sadly. He walked to the door, pushing Tonks and Ron ahead of him. "It's his husband," he said to them. "If this is what he feels he has to do, then we aren't going to stop him." He closed the door behind him as he left.
Harry's hands shook as he pulled his trousers off, gritting his teeth at the pain of trying to move quickly. This is okay, Harry told himself. This is only like when we forget. That's all this is. It's only like when we forget.
Harry reached forward and flipped Draco's limp body over with both hands, telling himself that this is what he did every time, but Draco was freezing cold, so cold he made Harry cold, but Harry tried to keep that from his mind. Taking deep, calming breaths, Harry closed his eyes and lubed his fingers before pressing them to Draco's entrance to prepare him quickly. Just like always. But there was another voice, a malicious one: But this isn't like always, it said. He's too cold.
Harry gritted his teeth again, lubing his erection that he hadn't even been aware he'd made. He's making you cold and you're not even in him yet. Harry took another deep breath and was very thankful that he wasn't pregnant anymore. They were very careful not to forget when he'd had Valen still inside him. Valen only has one daddy now.
"No," Harry said aloud to the voice, lifting Draco's hips for entry. Yes. "No," Harry said again, pushing forward into his husband.
Harry shook with both cold and creeping fear. Draco didn't respond to his entry, but this had happened before. They'd done this before. No you haven't, said the voice. You've never felt him so cold. Harry closed his eyes, shivering. He'll be okay. He thrust. He'll be okay. He thrust again. You know this is pointless. You know he's not going to wake up. You never know when to quit. He's said it before himself. Harry let out a dry sob as he thrust yet again. "No," he said, teeth chattering.
Draco still didn't respond and Harry clutched his hips tightly. "Draco, wake up," he demanded. Nothing happened. You knew that wouldn't work. You can't bring him back this time. Harry was actually sobbing now. "Draco, please wake up," he said. Please isn't the magic word, the voice laughed at him. That's a Muggle saying. Harry thrust into Draco again, still hanging onto whatever hope allowed him to do this. He thrust and thrust, each one bringing with it a pang of fear and dread as Draco did nothing. The voice was laughing, high and cold. "Draco, please!" Harry screamed. "Draco, please don't leave me!" He thrust harder into him, ignoring his own pain. "Please!" The voice was so loud, too loud. Harry couldn't bear it. He felt like he couldn't breathe. "Please, Draco!"
Draco's body twitched, a shiver rippling through the cold flesh.
Harry gasped, eyes going wide. He continued to thrust, hardly daring to hope that he hadn't imagined the shiver. The voice's laughing was a little quieter now.
Heat centred low in Draco’s body, pouring into his cold, dead flesh. That's the first sensation he could remember afterwards. Heat and then pain. Pain as dead flesh warmed. Harry's magic pushed into him, shoving itself into his body and through him. He gasped as his lungs came to life.
Harry nearly screamed with relief, crying loudly as he thrust into Draco. "Yes, please," he sobbed, his heart beating quickly and an actual wild smile stretched across his lips, probably making him look mad.
Draco began to shiver next, teeth chattering as he sucked air into his lungs. He could feel Harry fucking him. The man’s cock was hot inside him and Draco trembled at each thrust.
Harry thrust and thrust, determined to come, still gripping Draco's hips very tightly. "Draco," he sobbed, opening his eyes to look at him. "I'm here."
"Yes," the blond managed, not much more than a hiss of breath as he spread his aching legs wider.
Harry let out a choked laugh, throwing his head back and feeling like he could probably float away with the feelings inside him. The taunting voice was nowhere to be found. "Oh, Merlin, thank you!" he shouted loudly, feeling his release coming now.
Draco moaned, magic flaring inside him, pulsing in his body with his husband's thrusts and his own body beginning to turn pain to pleasure.
Harry managed to thrust a few more times before he came, laughing as he did. He felt utterly insane with relief, more so than he ever had. He hardly noticed the pleasure of the orgasm, the relief stronger than that even.
"Harry!" Draco shouted as his husband's orgasm spread liquid fire through his body and brought his own orgasm as well. He felt feverishly hot now as he lay panting under Harry.
Harry was panting too and he pulled out of Draco gently, but quickly, falling to the mattress beside him and then wrapping arms around him, pulling him to his body tightly. "I thought you were dead," he whispered. "Merlin, I thought you were dead." He was sobbing again.
Draco was still trembling and hot as Harry took him into his arms. "I think I was," he whispered.
Harry sobbed a little harder at that. "Oh, God," he groaned, clutching Draco even tighter. "But you're okay," he said. "You're okay. You're okay."
"I am yours," Draco replied, turning his head to find his lover's lips and closing his mouth over his.