FALLACY
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
23,881
Reviews:
114
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
5
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter and I make no money from this story, I'm just having fun with the characters...
Chapter 7
A/N: Takes place in OotP
Disclaimer: I Don’t own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this story, Just having some fun with the Characters
Pairings: Hermione/Blaise; Harry/Draco; Side Pairings: Bella/Rodolphus; Lucius/Narcissa; Severus/Remus; James/Lily (and some surprise pairings)
Warnings: Preg, Mpreg, graphic sex scenes, swearing, abuse
FALLACY
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Chapter Seven
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Harry hated traveling by portkey. It made him nauseas and a little scared. One of his experiences with a portkey went very badly for him and he wasn’t so sure that this time will not end up the same. With a grimace he gripped Draco’s hand as he felt the pull and was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor of the foyer. A smooth and delicate hand pulled him to his feet.
“Mr. Potter, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”
Harry glanced up into the aristocratic face of Narcissa Malfoy and gave a small start of surprise. The woman bore a startling resemblance to Sirius. He gaped at her.
“What is wrong?” she asked.
He blushed, surprised to be caught staring, “It’s nothing, you just look like someone I know.”
She gave a small smile, “You must mean Sirius.”
Harry’s head jerked up in shock, “How…?” He trailed off, unsure of what to say.
“He’s my cousin, Harry, and since he is your Godfather that makes you family.”
Harry could not seem to wrap his mind around that.
“Mother stop pestering him. We only have a short time here.” Draco pulled Harry away from his mother and proceded to exit the room, Hermione and Blaise trailing after.
Harry finally found his voice and glared at Draco, “You didn’t tell me you were related to Sirius.” He said accusingly.
“It never came up, Harry. Sorry.”
“Anything else you should tell me?” Harry grumbled.
Narcissa stepped in at this point, “There are many things that needs to be discussed, but will wait until we are in the family room. Come.” And she took off with the four of them trailing behind.
When they entered the large family room Hermione froze in the doorway at the sight before them.
Bellatrix Lestrange sat on a sofa sipping tea with her husband and brother-in-law. As the door opened they turned to look. Bella froze, her teacup halfway to her lips, then slipped from numb fingers.
“Rosalind?” she said in a breathless whisper.
Hermione swallowed hard and gave a infinitesimal nod. Bellatrix lept to her feet and grabbed her daughter in a fierce hug crying, “My daughter, my Rosie.”
Hermione gave a squeek as she was engulfed in a surprisingly strong hug. She glanced at the two men who stood hovering nearby. They looked so similar that she did not know who was who.
“Um… I…” She really didn’t know what to say to these people. She has parents and didn’t think that they would just up and let her go.
One of the men came over and gently laid a hand on Bellatrix’s shoulder, “Bella love, let her go.”
“NO!” The dark haired woman cried and held on tighter. “NEVER AGAIN!”
“She needs to breathe love.” The man said with a chuckle.
Bellatrix pulled back and looked into Hermione’s eyes studying her, “Were you treated well by those muggles?”
Hermione nodded unable to say anything for her mouth felt dry. She had many questions and didn’t know where to start.
“W…why did give me-” she began then was cut off.
“We did NOT give you up. You were stolen from us the night you were born.” Rodolphus stopped her words and looked Hermione in the eyes. “The mediwitch who helped birth you also stole you from us. She put a gollum in your place and we never knew until much later.”
Rabastan came over to them and said, “We tried to track her down, traced her as far as we could.”
Rodolphus gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “Our sources led us to Frank and Alice Longbottom. By that time we were at our wits end. I know they knew something and after the last time Alice told us to leave Bella lost it. You have no idea how much we regret what we did that night. It has haunted us for the last thirteen years.”
Hermione looked at them in shock, “What happened to them?”
Bella pulled back and Rodolphus pulled her into a hug, “They have no mind left. I cast the first cruciatis and then everything went downhill from there. You have to understand, baby, I was desperate. We had such a hard time conceiving you that the healers said that I’d only have the one. Then the Aurors showed up and we were shipped off the Azkaban.”
Narcissa spoke up, “There are other things that need to be discussed also, Bella.”
Rodolphus nodded and led his wife back to the sofa. “Everyone please have a seat, we have much to discuss, and their will be decisions to make later.”
Hermione and Harry both glanced at each other in confusion but sat with their prospective boyfriends.
*****
Albus Dumbledore glanced at the entrance of Nurmengard Prison in trepidation. He knew he needed to do this, but it would be doubly hard to face the man after what happened.
Steeling himself for the confrontation he entered. The warden came up to him and asked what he wanted. When Albus told him the man paled but eventualy took hm to where he wanted to go.
The cell he was led to was in the deepest part of the prison with many wards and containment spells surrounding the area. At the door Albus dismissed the warden after the man opened the door.
Taking a deep breathe Albus entered the dingy cell. It was dark, dank and stunk of feces. Albus pulled out his wand and lit the tip with a silent lumos. The light filled the room and the single occupant cringed back away from it.
“Gellert?”
The form froze and sqinted up at him, “Albus? Is that you?” The voice was rough with disuse.
Albus had tears in his eyes and his throat constricted. He had to clear his throat to get the words out, “Yes, Gel, it’s me.”
The figure threw himself at Albus and burried himself in his robes. Albus ran his hands through the ratty blond hair with tears coursing down his own cheeks. The man was thin and dirty. The conditions in this prison were worse than Azkaban.
“Gel, I need to ask you a few questions.” He pulled the other away from him and looked into vibrant green eyes. Lily’s eyes, Harry’s eyes.
****
The room was shrouded in darkness. He stood at the doorway just staring at the two people on the bed. His mind was racing with images of these two defiant and proud as the green light from his own wand enveloped them in turn. It was impossible that they were here and alive, yet here they lay.
Slowly he walked to the bed and stared down at the two of them, the man had dark messy hair and the woman a deep copper. Behind each of those closed eyelids he knew lay bright blue and vibrant green eyes respectively.
A moan came from the woman and she began to stir. He pulled his wand just in case. She opened her eyes slowly and turned to see the figure beside her. Her mouth moved as she said the mans name in a inaudible whisper. She turned to look about the room frowning in confusion at the strangness of it and spotted him standing at the end of the bed.
“Tom?”
*****
Dun dun dun… Please review!!!
Disclaimer: I Don’t own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this story, Just having some fun with the Characters
Pairings: Hermione/Blaise; Harry/Draco; Side Pairings: Bella/Rodolphus; Lucius/Narcissa; Severus/Remus; James/Lily (and some surprise pairings)
Warnings: Preg, Mpreg, graphic sex scenes, swearing, abuse
FALLACY
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Chapter Seven
****
Harry hated traveling by portkey. It made him nauseas and a little scared. One of his experiences with a portkey went very badly for him and he wasn’t so sure that this time will not end up the same. With a grimace he gripped Draco’s hand as he felt the pull and was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor of the foyer. A smooth and delicate hand pulled him to his feet.
“Mr. Potter, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”
Harry glanced up into the aristocratic face of Narcissa Malfoy and gave a small start of surprise. The woman bore a startling resemblance to Sirius. He gaped at her.
“What is wrong?” she asked.
He blushed, surprised to be caught staring, “It’s nothing, you just look like someone I know.”
She gave a small smile, “You must mean Sirius.”
Harry’s head jerked up in shock, “How…?” He trailed off, unsure of what to say.
“He’s my cousin, Harry, and since he is your Godfather that makes you family.”
Harry could not seem to wrap his mind around that.
“Mother stop pestering him. We only have a short time here.” Draco pulled Harry away from his mother and proceded to exit the room, Hermione and Blaise trailing after.
Harry finally found his voice and glared at Draco, “You didn’t tell me you were related to Sirius.” He said accusingly.
“It never came up, Harry. Sorry.”
“Anything else you should tell me?” Harry grumbled.
Narcissa stepped in at this point, “There are many things that needs to be discussed, but will wait until we are in the family room. Come.” And she took off with the four of them trailing behind.
When they entered the large family room Hermione froze in the doorway at the sight before them.
Bellatrix Lestrange sat on a sofa sipping tea with her husband and brother-in-law. As the door opened they turned to look. Bella froze, her teacup halfway to her lips, then slipped from numb fingers.
“Rosalind?” she said in a breathless whisper.
Hermione swallowed hard and gave a infinitesimal nod. Bellatrix lept to her feet and grabbed her daughter in a fierce hug crying, “My daughter, my Rosie.”
Hermione gave a squeek as she was engulfed in a surprisingly strong hug. She glanced at the two men who stood hovering nearby. They looked so similar that she did not know who was who.
“Um… I…” She really didn’t know what to say to these people. She has parents and didn’t think that they would just up and let her go.
One of the men came over and gently laid a hand on Bellatrix’s shoulder, “Bella love, let her go.”
“NO!” The dark haired woman cried and held on tighter. “NEVER AGAIN!”
“She needs to breathe love.” The man said with a chuckle.
Bellatrix pulled back and looked into Hermione’s eyes studying her, “Were you treated well by those muggles?”
Hermione nodded unable to say anything for her mouth felt dry. She had many questions and didn’t know where to start.
“W…why did give me-” she began then was cut off.
“We did NOT give you up. You were stolen from us the night you were born.” Rodolphus stopped her words and looked Hermione in the eyes. “The mediwitch who helped birth you also stole you from us. She put a gollum in your place and we never knew until much later.”
Rabastan came over to them and said, “We tried to track her down, traced her as far as we could.”
Rodolphus gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “Our sources led us to Frank and Alice Longbottom. By that time we were at our wits end. I know they knew something and after the last time Alice told us to leave Bella lost it. You have no idea how much we regret what we did that night. It has haunted us for the last thirteen years.”
Hermione looked at them in shock, “What happened to them?”
Bella pulled back and Rodolphus pulled her into a hug, “They have no mind left. I cast the first cruciatis and then everything went downhill from there. You have to understand, baby, I was desperate. We had such a hard time conceiving you that the healers said that I’d only have the one. Then the Aurors showed up and we were shipped off the Azkaban.”
Narcissa spoke up, “There are other things that need to be discussed also, Bella.”
Rodolphus nodded and led his wife back to the sofa. “Everyone please have a seat, we have much to discuss, and their will be decisions to make later.”
Hermione and Harry both glanced at each other in confusion but sat with their prospective boyfriends.
*****
Albus Dumbledore glanced at the entrance of Nurmengard Prison in trepidation. He knew he needed to do this, but it would be doubly hard to face the man after what happened.
Steeling himself for the confrontation he entered. The warden came up to him and asked what he wanted. When Albus told him the man paled but eventualy took hm to where he wanted to go.
The cell he was led to was in the deepest part of the prison with many wards and containment spells surrounding the area. At the door Albus dismissed the warden after the man opened the door.
Taking a deep breathe Albus entered the dingy cell. It was dark, dank and stunk of feces. Albus pulled out his wand and lit the tip with a silent lumos. The light filled the room and the single occupant cringed back away from it.
“Gellert?”
The form froze and sqinted up at him, “Albus? Is that you?” The voice was rough with disuse.
Albus had tears in his eyes and his throat constricted. He had to clear his throat to get the words out, “Yes, Gel, it’s me.”
The figure threw himself at Albus and burried himself in his robes. Albus ran his hands through the ratty blond hair with tears coursing down his own cheeks. The man was thin and dirty. The conditions in this prison were worse than Azkaban.
“Gel, I need to ask you a few questions.” He pulled the other away from him and looked into vibrant green eyes. Lily’s eyes, Harry’s eyes.
****
The room was shrouded in darkness. He stood at the doorway just staring at the two people on the bed. His mind was racing with images of these two defiant and proud as the green light from his own wand enveloped them in turn. It was impossible that they were here and alive, yet here they lay.
Slowly he walked to the bed and stared down at the two of them, the man had dark messy hair and the woman a deep copper. Behind each of those closed eyelids he knew lay bright blue and vibrant green eyes respectively.
A moan came from the woman and she began to stir. He pulled his wand just in case. She opened her eyes slowly and turned to see the figure beside her. Her mouth moved as she said the mans name in a inaudible whisper. She turned to look about the room frowning in confusion at the strangness of it and spotted him standing at the end of the bed.
“Tom?”
*****
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