With A Dragon's Heart

As many of you have already surmised, this story is drawing to a close. There will only be one chapter left. Within this chapter is Harry’s closure. And I will warn you again, there is a small het pairing.

I hope you enjoy it!

Annie


CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: Draco\'s Master Plan part 2

As Harry stepped into the room, he really couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He spun around to Hermione and blocked her view.

“Please, Hermione, please leave. I know what Draco is planning and I don’t want you to see this. I don’t want you to remember any of this.”

“But Harry, I want them to be…”

“And they will, I promise. But, please Hermione, I beg you....”

Hermione glanced at Draco who nodded slowly. “Harry’s right,” he whispered. She really shouldn’t be submitted to this.

She looked back at the tear-filled green eyes and softly smiled. “All right, Harry.” She hugged him tight then turned towards the door.

“Besides, Snape needs someone to keep him company,” Draco said.

Even though he didn’t say it teasingly, Hermione nonetheless gave him a sharp look then stormed out. Draco turned back to Harry who was frozen in time, just staring at the five boys splayed out on the floor.

“Draco,” he said, so softly that if there were any noise in the room at all, he wouldn’t have heard him.

He rushed to his side. “Harry. You don’t have to watch. You don’t have to listen. But…”

“You’re going to use polyjuice, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“With my hair.”

“Yes.”

“In my room.”

Draco took hold of Harry’s shoulder and turned him around to face him. “Harry. Look at me.”

Harry still had his eyes locked on the stupefied boys.

“Look at me, Harry.” The young wizard finally did. “I want them to know what it felt like to be you. What they made you do.”

“By being me,” Harry whispered, glancing back over to them.

Draco cupped Harry\'s face and pulled it close to his. “They were about to do it again to you today, do you realise that? Again. They don’t care about you, Harry, why should you care about them?”

“I’m not them, Draco. I can\'t… I can\'t stoop to their level,” he said softly, but firmly.

The blond curled his lip. “Yes, but I can.”

Harry stood still for the longest time. He never did say no but yet he never said yes. He allowed himself to be led to a chair in the corner of the room and Draco assured him that the five wouldn’t be able to see or hear either of them. Draco walked over to Harry\'s wardrobe closet and brought out a cauldron full of the polyjuice potion, along with several cups. The blond had brought this with him, shrunk and then hidden in his robes. He sat all of the items on the floor and then, with a small nod from Harry, snipped a lock of Harry’s hair. Draco added the few hairs, walked over to the largest boy and pointed his wand at him.

\"Ennervate.\"

The boy blinked several times and tried to regain his bearings. Draco was there at his side and yanked his head back by a fistful of hair. The boy immediately gasped and by doing so, opened his mouth. Draco forced at least half of the potion in and the rest was sputtered and spit out by the choking boy. Draco released him and stood back. The large boy tried to crawl towards him, but was caught in a fit of coughs. Just as brown hair turned to black and a fat body turned into a thin frame, Draco pointed his wand at the other four.

\"Ennervate.\"

Draco smirked at the changing boy then nodded in the direction of his ‘friends’. All four boys blinked rapidly, gained their composure, and instantly pounced on the false Harry. Draco disappeared from the boy’s view, stepping back behind the shield of silence and concealment. He looked over to Harry and watched him watch them. In the shadow that surrounded them, Draco could barely make out Harry shaking and shifting in his chair. His leg was bouncing up and down and his breathing was becoming deeper and louder.

Even though Harry desperately wanted to stop this, he couldn’t. Not even when the first blow to the ribs occurred. Or the way the trousers were ripped off. He could only stare at the boy that looked like him and listened to the boy’s screams as it echoed in the charmed room. It filled Harry’s mind with the memories he tried to forget. The imposter sounded nothing like Harry, but in the eyes of the others, it didn’t matter. All they could see was Harry.

“This happened to me,” Harry whispered.

“Yes,” Draco whispered back, kneeling down beside him.

“Every summer.”

Draco was about to say, “I know”, but realised that Harry didn’t want confirmation…he was telling Draco.

“Why?” Harry asked softly. Draco was tempted to answer, but stayed silent and let Harry continue. “Why did you do this to me?” Draco\'s heart fell, thinking Harry was talking to him. “Why did you do this to me?” Harry repeated, shouting at the five boys. “What did I ever do to you? I did nothing to you!”

Harry jumped up, knocking the chair over. He took a step forward and clenched his fists by his side. He snapped his head to the side and glared at Draco.

“I want to kill them,” he hissed.

The blond slowly shook his head. “No, Harry. I didn’t bring you here to turn you into a murderer,” he said softly. Harry whipped him an evil glare. Draco held out the muggle camera. “Here,” he whispered.

Harry snatched the camera from him and paused briefly before aiming it at the violent scene before him. Harry began snapping pictures of them in a manner that could only be described as vicious. His finger kept pressing the clicker long after the film had automatically rewound and Draco cautiously removed the camera from Harry\'s clenched fingers.

“Enough,” Harry ordered, looking over to a nodding Draco.

The blond raised his wand but stopped when a hand firmly gripped his arm. Harry was shaking his head.

“No. I mean enough of that one.” He clarified, indicating the fake Harry. Draco looked him questioningly. “I want him to feel it,” Harry said, pointing at Dudley.

Harry held out his hand and Draco gently handed him his wand. Harry gave him a firm nod then turned his attention to the five boys. He screamed, “Stupefy!” at each boy save his naked double. He walked over to the bleeding and bruised boy who was now shaking as he curled himself up into a tight ball. He glanced up at Harry. His mouth opened and his lips moved but his voice had left him long ago. Harry pointed the wand at him, and the terrified youth scurried into a corner.

“You will watch.”

The boy nodded frantically then gasped as the potion began to wear off. Harry walked back over to the cauldron, pulled out a bit of his own hair, and poured another glassful. He stepped in front of a frozen Dudley Dursley and smiled as he whispered, \"Ennervate\".

~*~*~*~*~*~

Although Harry’s cousin, Dudley, was a large boy, they both knew that without the help of his friends, he was basically a coward. So it stood to reason that when he was revived, he literally flinched when he saw the end of Harry’s wand pointed squarely at his forehead. He blinked several times, realising that Harry was standing before him – fully clothed. Dudley’s mouth fell open and looked at Harry interrogatively. His cousin grinned and gestured with his wand to the boy huddled in the corner.

“You…freak! What did you do to him?” Dudley snapped, even though he secretly knew the truth.

Harry sneered. “I did nothing. You did.” He paused for effect. “And that will happen to you now.”

“The hell it will,” his cousin said with a low and yet quivering voice.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Oh yes, dear cousin. You will learn just how it feels.” He paused again, smirking at the terror shining out from Dudley’s eyes. “Undress.”

“What?” he sputtered. “You’re mad!”

Harry pressed the wand forward, digging it into the boy’s skin. “In more ways then one,” he hissed. “Now undress.”

“Make me,” Dudley challenged, folding his arms smugly across his chest – though he didn’t look too intimidating sitting on the floor.

“As you wish,” Harry countered nastily.

“Imperio.”

Dudley snorted as he looked down at his still-clothed body.

“Remove your clothes,” Harry stated simply.

His cousin gasped as his hands began to work at his shirt, one button at a time. He blinked owlishly, unable to stop himself. When he was fully naked, Harry handed him the glass that contained the polyjuice potion.

“Drink.”

Dudley’s hand began to shake, trying desperately to resist, but in the end he couldn’t. He took the glass and immediately started coughing as he swallowed the foul liquid. After emptying all the contents, he held the glass out for him. Harry retrieved it and then smiled.

“Very good, cousin,” he said sarcastically. He looked over at the other three boys and waved Draco’s wand at them.

“Ennervate.”

After shaking off the shocks of the spell, each gasped at the unmarked Harry Potter that was sitting naked on the floor. From behind the shadows, Harry’s voice rang out.

“Dudley’s gone and I’ve healed myself. You can go now.”

Harry knew that only two of the boys – Dudley and the smallest one – had raped the fake Harry.

“Like hell we will,” one snorted. “Grab him!”

“No!” Dudley cried.

They ignored him.


~*~*~*~*~*~

Violated, beaten, and kicked numerously, Dudley Dursley finally collapsed to the ground in a pool of sweat, tears and semen…and large amounts of blood, 55 minutes later. The three boys leaned against the farthest wall, exhausted. It was only then when they noticed their battered friend crouched in the corner, shaking violently.

“E-Edward?”

The boy barely nodded. The three glanced back over to the centre of the room and watched in horror as the other tortured boy turned back into their fearless leader.

“D-Dudley?”

“I’m…I’m going to kill you,” Harry’s cousin gasped, looking up at the stoic frame of the real Harry Potter.

The three boys gasped louder, unbelieving what they were looking at.

Harry held out the muggle camera. “Thank you for being so kind as to pose for me, gentlemen,” he sneered. “By the way, each of your parents will receive copies,” Harry said flatly. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “Come, Draco. I’m through here.”

The blond stepped out of the shadow and handed Harry his precious photo album that he found hidden behind Harry’s wardrobe closet. Still aiming the wand at the four boys, Harry and Draco strolled passed them.

Standing in the doorway, Harry smirked, “Have a nice summer, boys.”


~*~*~*~*~*~


Snape shifted on the large muggle couch, unbelieving that anyone would be comfortable on such an over-sized, over-stuffed piece of furniture. Hermione watched him, fully amused though she said nothing. Finally able to find a somewhat stable sitting potion, the older wizard started to look around at his surroundings. His expression turned to disgust.

“So this is how muggles live?” he said, cringing.

“This is how these muggles live,” she said, emphasizing.

Severus sneered as his eyes fell on each picture of this large, overweight boy. He glanced over to the young witch, who was keenly observing him. He cleared his throat. Perhaps now would be the best time to talk with her.

“Miss Granger,” he started and noticed how she frowned at the use of her last name. “I believe that you would be better equipped with someone of your own age.” Hermione’s frown deepened. “Mr. Weasley perhaps,” he offered.

“Ron?” she sputtered. “Hardly. I admit we dated a few times a while back, Professor, and although I confess he is quite handsome, it was only too obvious that we were meant to be just friends.”

Severus looked away, deep in thought. He tried to think of another boy.

Hermione continued. “Besides, the boys my age think that slobbery kisses and hallway gropings are considered foreplay.”

Snape\'s eyes widened at her bluntness. “For such an intelligent man, he suddenly is at a loss for words,” she chuckled to herself.

Hermione stood and crossed the short distance and sat down next to him. He tried to scoot over to give her room - along with enough comfortable space between them - but it seemed impossible because the couch dipped where they were sitting. She gingerly placed a hand on his knee. He looked into her light-coloured brown eyes and cleared his throat again.

“Miss Granger,” Severus began again, his voice teetering on that of a warning. “I won\'t deny that I feel an … attraction towards you, however, it has been years since I have engaged in that particular...activity.”

Hermione smiled. “Well, given that I have no real experience, I’d say we were more than suited for one another.”

Snape paled as she squeezed her fingers slightly then he quickly looked away. He belittled himself for behaving like a schoolboy virgin. He was hardly that. He flinched and snapped his head back when he felt the soft touch move higher up his leg. He arched an eyebrow at her and curled his lip into an amused smile.

Hermione actually blushed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hearing the sounds of approaching feet, Hermione and Severus jumped off the sofa, both with the utmost guiltiest expression. Harry frowned in confusion while Draco smirked.

Looking back and forth between the two of them, Harry asked, “What…?”

“Harry? Are you all right?” the young witch quickly interrupted.

Her friend closed his eyes and sighed softly. “I think so.” Harry opened his eyes and embraced her. “Let’s go home,” he whispered softly in her ear.


TBC