Unforeseen Circumstances

A/N: The revelations in HBP kinda don’t fit in my story line so I won’t be using them. I’ll just have to find another way to kill off old Moldie Voldie, yeah?
In case anyone is interested, I am working on a sequel to Hybrid Destiny, but I’m not exactly sure when it will be posted.
Thanks for the reviews, and sorry for the wait.

Unforeseen Circumstances

Chapter 7

Harry idly turned the deformed Voldemort doll over in his hands. It truly was a pathetic sight at the moment. There were several \'stab wounds\' on various extremities, bold black writing across the chest, one arm was missing, and the right side of the head had a permanent bloodstain on it. He looked up when Hermione walked into the room.

“Is that the infamous Voldemort doll?” she asked, staring at the doll in Harry’s hands pointedly.

“Yeah. It’s a little ragged, though,” said Harry sheepishly, placing the doll in Hermione’s outstretched hand.

“Good grief, Harry, what have you been doing to this thing?” she asked, staring at the doll with a mixture of awe and horror.

“Venting,” he said. At Hermione’s shocked and horror struck stare, he waved at her dismissively, “Don’t give me that look, Hermione. I used this doll to help save you and Ron. You know, when the snake-faced bastard was busy cursing you?”

“But, Harry, this is not a toy. You shouldn’t be playing with this thing so cavalierly,” she said gravely.

“Before you get any further into your lecture, just let me say that nothing you may contribute will make me feel guilty about using this doll to vent. One- the bastard killed my parents, Cedric, and caused Sirius’ death. Two- the madman has been dogging my steps since I was eleven years old and that doesn’t even count when he tried to kill me before I was even two. And Three- I plan on killing Voldemort so I really don’t see the necessity of enduring a lesson on morality from you because you feel I shouldn’t torment the man,” said Harry firmly.

“I just don’t want you to end up like him,” said Hermione quietly.

“Hermione, I really don’t even know why you’re worrying about that. If I were in danger of becoming like Voldemort, don’t you think I would have killed Bellatrix when I had the chance instead of stunning her and letting the Ministry handle her? It’s not like I get off on torturing innocent creatures. I didn’t realize the doll worked at first; I just tossed it around because I couldn’t get to the real thing. When I realized it did work, yes, I played with it just to get the point across to Voldemort that I was going to destroy him. I only ripped off his arm and doled out real damage when he was torturing you,” said Harry judiciously. “I will not become the next Dark Lord.”

\"Just make sure you don\'t. I don\'t want to see my friend turned into something evil,\" said Hermione, handing the doll back to Harry. \"Do you want to come to the library with Ron and me? I have a little more research I need to do for the DADA essay.\"

\"Sure, just let me grab my bag,\" said Harry, tossing the doll onto the bed and following Hermione from the room.

*****

\"Now why do we need all these books for our DADA essay?\" asked Hermione, scanning the titles of the books Harry had placed in front of them. \"Our essay has nothing to do with soul extractions or binding a person\'s soul.\"

\"Oh, I\'ve already finished my DADA essay. This is Voldemort research,\" said Harry casually, grabbing the top book and settling down to read.

\"When did you finish your essay? And what kind of research? What are you planning?\" asked Hermione. She was extremely curious about this research, especially considering the person doing the research. Harry had never willingly done outside research in the entire six years he\'d gone to school here.

\"I finished my essay while you were in Hogsmeade, and I am researching ways to bind Voldemort\'s soul in a way that we can kill him off. Sounds good, right?\" said Harry absently, nose still buried in the book. He saw several spells that might aide him if used efficiently: the Aperio spell would reveal spirits, auras, and souls, and the Adstringo Anima spell would effectively bind the soul, but they had to find something that would keep the soul trapped once bound. “Hey, Hermione? I need to go speak to Dumbledore. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Why do you need to see Dumbledore?” she asked worriedly.

“I just need to ask him some questions, maybe work out some problems. Why?” he replied, gathering the books he’d selected and placing them in his bag.

“I’m just worried about you,” she said quietly.

“No need. I haven’t done anything Gryffindorish since rescuing you and Ron. See ya,” said Harry, grabbing his bag and walking out of the library.

*****

“Professor, do you think it’s possible to bind Voldemort’s soul to an object, banish it into another realm or dimension, and then destroy the body? Would he be able to survive if we could do that?” asked Harry nervously.

“Banish his soul to another dimension?” asked Dumbledore.

“I know it’s possible. I’ve seen spells that specifically mention summoning a person or creature from another dimension. Isn’t it possible to send a person or object to another dimension?” asked Harry.

“It’s possible, but you would have to have several powerful wizards to generate enough power to do that,” said Dumbledore, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

“How many do you consider several?” asked Harry quietly.

“Oh, at least seven,” said Dumbledore.

“I think we can manage seven powerful wizards. Half of them are in this castle,” said Harry eagerly.

“Well, that is the easy part,” said Dumbledore.

“What’s the hard part?” asked Harry, eagerness completely gone now.

“We would have to write our own spell, and that is not an easy thing to do. Not only that, we would have to immobilize Voldemort, pull out his soul and bind it to or in something, and recite the incantation,” said Dumbledore. “The incantation itself will probably be lengthy because each wizard will have to contribute individually.

“Let’s not forget those irritating minions that accompany Voldemort. If we’re all occupied with the incantations, that just makes us vulnerable to their attack,” said Harry, seeing the flaws in the plan. “That just tells me I need to research extensive shielding spells and start up the DA again. We’ll definitely need help for this plan to work. Unless you have a better idea?”

“Not at the moment. I’ll let you know if I think of anything,” said Dumbledore.

“Well, I have more research to do so I’ll leave the spell writing to you, yeah?” asked Harry, glancing back towards Dumbledore as he walked to the door.

Dumbledore inclined his head in acknowledgement, and Harry left the room.

*****

“Dad, I need help,” said Harry, flopping onto the couch beside Severus. He ignored Draco’s glare as the movement jostled him out of Severus’ lap.

“The kind of help you need, we can’t provide,” said Draco sarcastically.

In a fit of revenge, Harry grabbed Draco’s ears and pulled him into a quick kiss. “Shut up, you prat,” he said as he released the stunned blonde.

Draco finally recovered from the shock and started wiping his mouth quickly. He glared at Harry once more, noticed Harry’s smug smirk, and stormed from the room. Severus glared at Harry for a moment, but quickly gave up with the intimidation tactic because Harry just grinned wider. He wasn’t a bit sorry because it got Severus alone so they could make some plans.

“As I was saying, I need help. Dumbledore and I have come up with a feasible plan to destroy Voldemort, but I need your help to fine tune it,” said Harry quietly.

“And what plan have the two of you concocted?” asked Severus.

“Well, Dumbledore is working on creating a spell to send an object into another dimension, but it will require at least seven powerful wizards for it to work. The only problem is that while we’re all busy dealing with Voldemort, we’ll need someone else to take care of the Death Eaters,” said Harry, staring at Severus for any sign of approval for the plan.

“You’re planning to send Voldemort to another dimension?” asked Severus incredulously.

“Not exactly. We plan to extract his soul and bind it to something else and send that to another dimension. Voldemort has to die, and there has to be witnesses to attest to that if the wizarding world will ever feel free of him,” said Harry.

“And where do you intend to bind his soul? There are very few gems or crystals that will work with that type of binding,” asked Severus, staring at Harry intently.

“No gem or crystal. I was thinking more along the lines of this,” said Harry, holding up the Voldemort doll. “After all, it does already have his blood as the main component so it should work, right?”

“Harry, you do realize this plan has more ways to go wrong than Longbottom in potions, right?” asked Severus quasi seriously.

“That is why I asked for your help to fine tune it, Sev. I have actually noticed the number of flaws in the plan, but I also know we could make it work with a little help,” said Harry derisively, rolling his eyes at Severus’ question.

Before Severus could come up with anything else to say, Lucius stormed into the room with a smirking Draco behind him. “Would you care to tell me exactly why you kissed my son this afternoon?” he demanded, glaring at Harry.

“Because the sarcastic little prat needed to shut up and fast,” said Harry casually, removing imaginary lint from his robes reminiscent of Draco. That effectively wiped Draco’s smirk off his face, and Lucius calmed down slightly.

“You did it to shock him speechless?” asked Lucius, relief shining in his eyes.

“Well, of course. You don’t actually think I’d kiss him just for the hell of it, do you?” asked Harry, glaring at Lucius now.

“Did it work?” asked Lucius, a smile beginning to form.

“You do remember to whom you are speaking, right? Of course it worked,” said Harry smugly. “It took him a moment to remember where he was, but he soon came around and stormed from the room in a fit of pique.”

“Why you little..” started Draco, heading towards Harry with murderous intent.

Lucius just pushed Draco into Severus’ lap and pulled Harry up into his arms. “Shut up, Draco. You know he’s just teasing you. No need to get upset about it,” he said calmly, rubbing Harry’s back and rubbing his cheek on the top of the brunette’s head.

“I still think you should just let me put him out of my misery,” muttered Draco petulantly, pouting in Severus’ lap.

Harry just pulled away from Lucius and flopped down in Draco’s lap, making Severus grunt from the added weight, and cuddled into the pouting blonde’s arms. “Draco, I was just teasing you. You know I love my big brother, right?” he asked, looking at Draco with big innocent green eyes.

“I can see why the hat wanted to put you in Slytherin,” muttered Draco, trying to resist the puppy dog look Harry was aiming at him. “Oh alright. I just can’t stay mad at my adorable little brother anymore.”

Harry smiled and hugged Draco, whispering into Draco’s ear, “Since it is a Friday night, and I plan on keeping your father very busy, you might want to take it upon yourself to make sure my dearest dad gets some restful sleep. As in drops from exhaustion, Draco.” His grin widened devilishly when he saw the fiery blush creeping across Draco’s face.

“Harry!” said Draco, glaring at the grinning brunette in exasperation. He finally just smirked and pushed Harry out of his lap, trying to catch him off guard and making him tumble to the floor. It didn’t work out that way, of course, but it had been worth a shot. He huffed in annoyance and hopped off Severus’ lap, grabbing his arm and pulling him from the couch. “Come on, Sev. We don’t have to take this abuse.”

Draco dragged Severus into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door. He groaned when he heard Harry yell, “Don’t forget the silencing charms this time.” He hurriedly cast the silencing charm and finally turned around to face Severus. His jaw dropped at the sight. While he’d been busy with the charms and silently cursing Harry, Severus had stripped off all his clothes and climbed on the bed to lay in the middle, perfectly displayed.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” drawled Severus silkily, lazily fisting his hard shaft.

Draco almost drooled at the sight and quickly stripped off his own clothes. He practically jumped Severus as soon as he was naked, kissing and nipping Severus’ lips before thrusting his tongue inside to duel happily with Sev’s.

Draco broke the kiss and kissed his way down to Severus’ thick cock and immediately took the head of the shaft into his mouth. He ran his tongue teasingly across the slit before swallowing as much of the shaft as he could.

Severus moaned and bucked into Draco’s warm mouth. Draco hummed around Severus’ cock, causing Severus to shudder, and pulled away from Sev. He reached into the draw and grabbed the lubricant, taking off the lid and generously slathering his fingers. He straddled Sev’s hips, positioning himself so that Severus could clearly see him insert his finger into his own opening. He quickly added a second finger, moaning at the slight burn, and then a third.

Pulling his fingers free, Draco gathered more lubricant and slathered Severus’ cock. Holding the thick shaft, Draco carefully slid down until Sev’s cock was buried inside him to the hilt. He paused for a moment to adjust, and then lifted until only the head remained. He then just dropped his weight, Severus’ cock forging forcefully past Draco’s prostate.

Severus gripped Draco’s hips hard and lifted him once again. Setting a rapid pace, Severus lifted and lowered Draco on his cock, making sure to hit his sweet spot with every thrust, delighting in the almost continuous screams of “more.. harder.. damnit Sev, now.”

“Touch yourself,” growled Severus, increasing the speed and forcefulness of his thrusts.

Draco immediately obeyed by gripping his cock in a tight grip and stroking in time with Sev’s thrusts into his body. It only took him three jerks and he was coming all over his hand and Severus’ chest with a scream.

Severus thrust twice more into Draco’s clenching channel, and followed his lover over the edge. Draco collapsed on top of Severus, and Severus pulled him over to lay by his side. Severus grabbed his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell. By the time he was done, Draco was already asleep, and Severus quickly followed.

*****

“God, Luc, right there. Again,” said Harry, moaning as Lucius massaged the tenseness out of his shoulders. He purred as the blonde coaxed his muscles into relaxing completely.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, Harry. We still have things to discuss,” said Lucius, continuing his ministrations.

“Like what?” asked Harry, purring in contentment.

“Why you needed Draco out of the room so desperately, you kissed him to achieve your goal,” said Lucius calmly, moving to the curve of Harry’s back.

“It wasn’t really that he had to leave the room. It was more that he needed to shut up immediately and refrain from the sarcastic comments,” said Harry, whimpering slightly as Lucius worked at a particularly vicious kink in his back.

“Couldn’t you have achieved that without the kiss?” growled Lucius, now kneading at Harry’s hips. “I don’t like to share, not even with my son. And that goes double for kisses.”

Harry languidly turned over to face the jealous blonde and smiled beautifully. “I promise to never kiss Draco again. Wait, does that mean no pecks on the cheek either?” he asked worriedly.

“I don’t mind pecks on the cheek, but no more kisses on the lips unless they’re my lips,” said Lucius, leaning down to kiss Harry on the lips softly.

“Who needs anyone else’s lips when I have yours,” said Harry, wrapping his arms around Lucius’ neck and deepening the kiss. “Now that that’s settled, can we get on with the fun part?”

“We can definitely start on the fun part,” said Lucius, pouncing the tempting brunette. Harry just laughed and held onto Lucius tighter.