Christmas under Duress

Chapter Eight: The Past Returns to Haunt!

James and Harry sat side by side in comfortable silence, each in their own thoughts on the drive back to Hogwarts. Harry turned to look at his dark son. When he saw that JT was deep in his mind, he smiled and grabbed his hand to interlace their fingers.

Startled, James turned to look at his father. When he saw that there was no darkness behind the gesture, he relaxed and gave his father a kiss on his cheek. \"I love you, daddy.\"

\"I love you, too, son.\"

And all was well with life. It was the quiet before the storm.

The two men have been drifting in and out of sleep for the past half hour before they were finally able to really and truly sleep.

After an hour, they were both jolted awake. What they saw scared them deeply.

The sky had darken into a dark gray, color and the air around the carriage whipped angrily. It was as if the air had suddenly electrified itself. It crackled against their skin.

James was huddled in a corner of the carriage, shaking.

Harry rushed to him and pulled him in his arms. Rocking him, he said soothing words in his ear for comfort.

Suddenly, there was a clash of thunder and lightening.

Crying, James shook all the more.

Harry looked out the window as lightening struck down right in front of their carriage.

It wasn\'t lightening, it was a portal! and four men in Deatheater robes on horses rode out.

\"Daddy? Daddy, what\'s happening?\" came JT\'s tearful voice.

Grimly, he watched as the riders ride towards them. \"The past.\"

\"James, you have to something for daddy...will you do it?\" Harry asked in an urgent but gentle tone. James nodded his head. \"I want you to hold on to your necklace and say Dumbledore. Can you do that for me?\" Again, James nodded his head. \"Quickly, James! We don\'t have much time!\"

\"Do it!\" Harry yelled, just as the doors were thrown open.

\"Dumbledore!\" James cried out. He disappeared from sight as hands reached out to grab him from the carriage.

\"I love you, James,\" Harry whispered as he was yanked out.

\"Where did he go, Potter!\" one of the masked men spat out angrily.

Harry smiled beautifully. \"A place where you will never get your dirty hands on him!\"

\"Shit!\" the man spat out again before he landed a hard punch on Harry.

The hero of the wizarding world crumbled before their feet as he went into blissful unconsciousness.

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When he woke, he was chained, hands and feet, naked to a very large bed. The chamber that he was in was very dark save for the torches flickering on the far wall. He squeezed his eyes shut. It was just too much to bear.

He whimpered. ‘Draco, where are you?!’ he cried in his mind. ‘Draco, I need you!’ And on and on, he continued to cry Draco. In the far reaches of his mind, he knew he should be crying someone else’s name but it eluded him in his anxiety.

While in the midst of his panic, the door to his chambers began to open slowly. As light began to filter into the room, Harry’s panic grew worse. He began to wheeze slightly as the man stepped into the room. When the door was closed behind him, the man came forward and sat on the bed.

He reached out and brushed the hair from Harry’s scar. “So beautiful in your panic…stretched out like a virgin sacrifice.”

Tears leaked out from his eyes as he tried to turn his face away. He wasn’t allowed to. The man had grabbed hold of his chin and had tilted his face upward. The next thing Harry knew, he was being brutally kissed. Harry struggled as much as he could but the man was relentless. He bit Harry’s bottom lip and drew blood. Gasping, Harry opened his mouth a bit in pain. It was enough for the man to enter his mouth with his tongue. Whimpering, Harry gave up the weak attempt and tried to sink into oblivion.

Triumphant, the man continued his assault on Harry’s mouth. He smirked when he pulled back to admire his work on the cherry red, lips. They were swollen and ripe for the picking.

“Yes, so beautiful…” the man drawled. He ran a finger on the quivering flesh. “I’m going to take you, you know. Hard. So hard that you will still be bleeding even after your death. So hard, that the whole of the wizarding world will feel it, including the muggles.”

Harry whispered something.

“What was that? I want to hear you beg!”

“Draco!” Harry said louder.

For his trouble, he was slapped.

“Don’t you ever say that name in my presence again! You hear me?!” and he was slapped again.

But he was too far gone to even care what was being done to him. “Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco.”

He said the name like a mantra as he was slapped back and forth.

“You bastard! You dare say that turncoat’s name in front of me!” The man ripped off his Deatheater’s mask to reveal the platinum hair of Lucuis Malfoy.

Harry giggled suddenly.

Malfoy drew back the hand that was to slap him again. “What’s so funny, Potter?” he asked suspiciously.

“You always said you weren’t going to grow your hair like that, Draco!” Harry said laughing. “You went back on your word and now look at yourself…the exact replica of your father!”

“Good lord, Potter’s gone round the bend!” Malfoy said, amazed. “Snap out of it, Potter! I’m not Draco!”

“What?”

“I’m not Draco!”

Malfoy watched as Harry’s joyful expression turned into sadness. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t be.”

“Good, now that we got that out of the way, let’s get on with business,” and with that said, he covered Harry’s naked body with his own. He smirked when he heard Harry’s whimper. “Any last words?” he said before thrusting into Harry’s tight channel. “Too late, now!” and set the pace.

Harry screamed as a searing pain pulsed through him. Vaguely in his mind, ‘The name! Who is that name, I’m suppose to call? The name!’

And suddenly pictures of his potions master filled his head.

With tears leaking down, he yelled out the one person he was ever able to truly trust. “Sssserussssss!!!!!!!”

“Wha-?” Malfoy pulled back in shock only to be hit with the killing curse in the back.

He never saw it coming.

Severus rushed forward and unbound the boy.

“I got you, Harry. I got you,” he said pulling the boy forward into his arms. “Oh, Harry, how I got you!”

“I know, Severus. How could I have ever forgotten you?” Harry asked shivering in his arms.

“Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.”

“When James suddenly appeared in the Headmaster’s office alone, during a meeting, I swear my heart jumped out of my chest and onto the floor.”

“Is James alright?”

“Yes. He had to be sedated and is in the infirmary with Poppy. He almost destroyed the castle with the power he was emanating. You don’t do anything by halves, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Are you ready to go home?” Severus asked placing a kiss on his forehead.

“No.”

“What?”

Harry placed a hand on Severus’s cheek. “I want you to do something for me first.”

“Anything.”

“Make love to me,” Harry commanded.




Well…well…I don’t really know what to say to that. Needless to say, I really didn’t mean for the story to make a turn like that. Please review. I enjoy reading them. Even flames. Whatever, I can take it.