Better Than Cookies {COMPLETE}

A/N: Sorry I'm late. Issues. I didn't get a chance to re-read this so any mistakes are totally my bad. Please don't kill me with sticks. Anyway, here's the next chapter and to those of you thinking "Where is the bloody sex!?"...it's coming in the next chapter or two. Enjoy.

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“I’m worried about Harry, Albus.” Remus sighed heavily and looked across the kitchen table of 12 Grimauld Place. “His emotional state fluctuates between the normal Harry and nearly broken. I don’t know what all those muggles did to him, he still won’t tell me, but I don’t know how to help him.”

“I understand, Remus. Harry is a disturbed child.” Dumbledore held up a hand when Remus opened his mouth to angrily protest. “I mean no insult by that. I simply meant I’m not sure if what we are doing is helping the boy. You say his scar has been burning almost constantly for the past week?” Dumbledore frowned and ducked his head. Rubbing his chin, he looked up at Remus over the top of his spectacles. “How is he reacting? Has he shown any signs of possession?”

Remus scowled. “You make it sound like Harry can help being linked to the Dark Lord. He is coping as well as can be expected. Severus was nice enough to make up a few pain potions. They take away the pain but he is still a bit out of it most of the time.” Remus looked down at his hands where they clutched each other on the table. “There is one other thing. The Weasley’s haven’t been speaking to Harry. He tried to hide it from me but Hermione finally brought it to my attention. Could you perhaps talk to them?”

Dumbledore frowned. “I am disturbed to hear Severus has gone behind my back to make a potentially dangerous potion for Harry.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “At this point, it may be safer for Harry at St. Mungos. I’m worried he may become self-destructive.” He rose from the table and gave Remus an intense look. “Any change in Harry’s behavior should be brought to my attention immediately.” He turned toward the door.

“Albus.” Remus glared at the Headmaster’s back. “What about the Weasley’s?”

“I will speak to them at the next order meeting. Good day!” He chirped, not so much as pausing on his way out the door.

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“Harry.”

Harry sat straight up in bed, jerking his head from side to side. The same voice from the night before and the night before that. It came and went. Always appearing right before he fell asleep at night. Harry cleared his throat. “Voldemort?” For a moment, the room was silent, then it filled with the sound of slithering. Dry rasping against every surface. Harry jerked back as if struck, quickly gathering his legs up against his chest and scooting as far back against the headboard as possible.

“Harry.” The voice came again, this time accompanied by something warm rubbing against his ankle.

Harry gasped and moved away from the feeling, staring unseeing into the darkness.

The feeling came again. “Harry,” the whisper, like a caress, came in a breathy tone from beside his ear.

“Who are you?” Harry’s question ended in a soft moan as the warm touch massaged his inner thighs. His legs fell open on their own, leaving him bare to the invisible touch. A whisper-light touch on the head of his penis made his hips surge up off the bed. “Yes!” All his earlier fear forgotten, he arched his back into the pleasure. In a matter of minutes, he exploded, spraying his stomach and thighs with warm wetness.

“Harry,” the voice purred in obvious satisfaction before falling quiet.

Completely wrung out, Harry stared at the dark ceiling of his room with a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Bloody brilliant.” He fell asleep before he could worry over who the mystery person was.

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“Severus.” The Headmaster of Hogwarts School stared at the potions master, his usual twinkle completely absent from his eyes. “I am very disappointed in you, my boy.” He quickly raised his wand. “Crucio!”

Severus’ world exploded in pain. He clenched his teeth, refusing to utter even one scream. Suddenly, the headmaster ended the spell and threw another at him. It sliced deeply into his abdomen, releasing a steady stream of slick blood that dribbled down his pants to pool on the stone floor.

“Crucio!” Dumbledore watched in satisfaction as the man’s spine bowed, ripping his wound further and bringing a harsh indrawn breath followed by a gut-wrenching scream.

Severus tried to focus his mind on something other than the pain but his body jerked to the right and he felt something violently tear. Moments later, he hit the ground, unconscious.

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“Yer Lordship, Sir.” Hagrid stood just inside the doors to the throne room, chest heaving and a crazed look in his eyes. “It’s Sev’rus, Sir. He’s in a bad way.” The giant man looked down at the limp body in his arms.

“Bring him here,” Lucius said calmly, gesturing toward the empty table. The blonde watched the giant lay his smaller mate on the table with a gentleness that seemed impossible for one of his size. The moment Hagrid stepped back, his silver gaze raked the sprawled body. “Nipsy!” A tiny house elf instantly popped up on his right side. After giving her his long list of potion needs, she popped away again.

“Lucius, how bad is it?” Voldemort stepped up to the side of the table between Hagrid and Lucius.

Lucius shook his head. “I’m not sure my lord.” He quickly turned to Hagrid. “I will have to strip him to tend all his wounds. Perhaps, it would be better for you not to see.”

Hagrid growled deep in his throat, a sound that gave the two men goose bumps. “I won’t leave Sev’rus.” The anger in his eyes changed to sorrow as he looked down at his mate. “I can’t leave ‘im.”

Lucius nodded quickly and turned at the sound of a pop. After retrieving the heap of potions bottles and medical supplies, he turned his wand toward the unconscious man. “It would be best to get as much as possible done while he is still unconscious. It will be very painful.” He swallowed hard and gave his friend’s blood splattered face one last look before he spelled off his clothes and took a look at the damage.

Hagrid gasped audibly. He reached out with shaking hands to smooth the hair back from his mate’s face, his eyes never leaving the gapping wound in the pale skin of Severus’ stomach. “Who did this to ‘im?” A single tear slide down his cheek to vanish into the thick hair of his beard.

“I have an idea, Hagrid, and if I am correct Harry is in danger.” Voldemort stared at his potions master but his mind was on the night before and the way Harry had responded to his touch. He shook his head. “He is too important to be left with just the werewolf for protection.” With a pat to Hagrid’s arm and a quick nod to Lucius, he strode from the chamber.

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The front wall of the Ministry of Magic exploded in a burst of blue sparks. The Lestrange brothers smirked at each other and glanced behind them at the hordes of masked Deatheaters. “Alright. Let’s go. You know our orders. Kill the minister and as many high ranking officials as you can find. Team one!”

Seventy cloaked figures ran past them to disappear into the flames. Moments later, the screams from inside the building rose in volume.

Rabastan, keeping one eye on the building and the troops, signaled to his brother. “Where’s Greyback? Tell him it’s time.”

The werewolf suddenly appeared just to his left. He tipped his head in understanding. “Back at base.” With a pop he disappeared.