JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Eight


Harry woke up several hours later in pain, for a vial of pain reliever potion to be put in his hands. He downed it in one go and slumped back down on the mattress where he instantly fell back into a healing sleep. Devlin snuggled against his back and Raiden spooned in front of him, where some of their magic seeped into Harry’s tired body, replenishing his magical core.

When he opened his eyes a few hours later, it was to see Severus sitting at his bedside. Devlin and Raiden nowhere in sight. He was then hauled up to Severus who put his arms around his back, hugging him close. “Thank you Harry,” Severus said quietly rubbing the youth’s back.

Harry hugged him back, then pulled away. “It worked then?” he asked looking to Severus’s arm.

“Yes,” Severus said grinning broadly. “Where there used to always be a tinge of pain, there is nothing. I never thought it would feel like that again.”

“I’m glad Sev,” Harry said smiling. “Nice grey hair though,” he added teasingly as his fingers brushed the grey hair on Severus’s arm.

“I can live with that,” Severus said laughing. “Come on. Dev and Raiden are downstairs making you a huge breakfast.”

Harry shakily got out of bed, with Severus there to help him stand. “You okay?” Severus asked.

“Yeah. Legs feel a bit rubbery though,” Harry replied slowly making his way to the bedroom door. When he entered the kitchen there was Bill and Charlie also sitting at the table, just finishing their breakfast.

“Alright there Harry?” Charlie asked looking up.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Harry said smiling thankfully to Devlin who placed a plate full of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of him. “Are the baskets ready for the snakes?”

“Yes. They’re just outside,” Bill said. “We were waiting for you so you can make sure they’re all there and to reassure them that we won’t do them harm.”

They all talked about the party the day before and the upcoming school year for Harry as they finished their breakfast. While Harry took his first sip of coffee, Severus handed Harry a vial of revitalizing potion and stood over him to make sure he drank it all. He grimaced at the taste and then made his way out the patio doors onto the deck.

When he went out he saw that Selkis was on the warmed rock by the house. ‘I will miss our talks Selkis,’ he hissed to the snake as he sat down on the deck, the basket at his side.

‘I will remember you well Harry Potter, and thank you again for finding a way for us to get home,’ she hissed back.

Harry then carefully placed the snakes in one at a time in the two baskets with a reassuring hiss, leaving Selkis last. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to stay?’ he asked her.

‘Although I will miss talking to you as well, I don’t think that I would be able to handle the coldness of your land. I miss the sands of Egypt,’ she hissed as she slithered up to rub her nose against Harry’s cheek affectionately.

He placed her in carefully among the others and secured the lid. Severus had given both Charlie and Bill a potion to drink that would counteract the venom of the snakes in case they were bitten when letting them go, which relieved the two red-headed wizards a great deal. After bidding them a final goodbye, Harry went to change into his shorts for a swim.


Following the swim and a heavy make out session with the two boys on the floating platform, Harry tried some spells and hexes to make sure his magic was okay, with the aid of Severus and Sirius. He realized that his use of some of the spells came a lot easier than before, and wondered if it was maybe some kind of a side effect from when he had removed Severus’s dark mark, forming some kind of a link to him. He didn’t remember reading of it in his research, but would check his books again before bringing it up with Severus. ‘I wonder if it would help me improve in potions?’ he thought to himself.


A few hours later, Harry sat with the others in the hot tub, enjoying a couple of iced beers. Madame Pomfrey had come over after dinner and did a check up on both himself and Severus, giving them both a clean bill of health. “Well, I’m off to get ready for the club tonight,” Harry said reaching for his towel as he climbed out of the tub.

“Are you sure you’re ‘up’ to it?” Sirius asked cheekily thinking of the condition the boys were in last time they came home from the club.

“Never felt better,” Harry replied smirking at his godfather before he went into the house, Devlin and Raiden soon following.

Harry was getting his clothes ready for the night before he had a quick shower, when Devlin and Raiden came in still wearing their shorts. “Are you sure you’re up to this Harry?” Devlin asked worriedly. “We can always go another time.”

Harry smiled at the two of them. “I’m fine. I actually feel better than I have in a long time. My magic even feels stronger,” he said as he walked up to them. “The question is....do you two feel ‘up’ to it?” he asked as his hands started to rub the front of their shorts, with them pushing their hardening cocks into his hands.

After awhile.....a long while, the three younger wizards came into the living room dressed for the club, all looking pleased with themselves. Sirius checked out his godson, seeing the clearly just-had-sex look, and the way he was dressed for the night. Harry wore tight leather pants with a thin sheer button up top that hung down to his hips.....all in black. “See you three tomorrow....and maybe lay off the spray for tonight, okay?” Sirius said smirking.

“Yeah, sure thing Siri,” Harry said grinning then followed Devlin and Raiden through the fireplace as they flooed to the club.


The three of them went first to the bar, Raiden and Devlin greeting people that they knew along the way, then sat at a table between the bar and the dance floor. Harry declined several offers to dance, until he was practically pulled on the dance floor by a long haired brunette guy. He glanced back at the table to see Devlin and Raiden motioning for him to go, then shrugged his one shoulder and smiled at the good looking stranger, accepting the dance.

Devlin took the opportunity to lean over and kiss Raiden on the mouth, letting his lips caress the softness of the other’s mouth. He pulled back slowly. “That was nice,” he smiled, licking his lips. “So, having a good vacation love?”

“Yes, I am. I’m afraid we corrupted Harry though,” Raiden said smirking thinking of the sex the three of them had a couple of hours ago.

“So, do you think we should save the sex maniac from wandering hands out there?” Devlin asked looking to Harry who was being handed over man to man on the dance floor.....looking like he was having a good time.

The two of them went to the dance floor and gripped Harry’s arm to pull him to them. Devlin put his arms around his hips as he leaned into Harry’s ear. “Having fun Jade?” he asked licking the side of Harry’s sweaty neck.

“Well, I’ve had two marriage proposals and three other propositions to go upstairs for the night,” Harry said laughing and breathlessly, then moaned as Devlin moved his body against his.

Devlin continued to taste the side of Harry’s neck as he grinded against him, his hands sliding up the shirt to touch Harry’s lower back. Raiden was behind Devlin as the three of them bump and grinded to the music at the edge of the dance floor.

Moments later Harry felt a twinge to his scar and tried to shake it off as he held on tighter to Devlin, but it was persistant. He pulled away from Devlin’s arms and slowly walked off the dance floor towards the back stairs. Devlin and Raiden exchanged worried glances before going after Harry. “Harry, what’s wrong? You okay?” Raiden asked as they both then saw Harry wince in pain.

“He’s here,” Harry said looking up the stairs.

“Who?” Raiden asked quietly as they moved closer to the wall.

“Voldemort. My scar is burning more the closer I get to the stairs. It only hurts this bad if he’s really close to me,” Harry said quietly so others around them wouldn’t hear.

“Are you sure?” Devlin asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied. “I need to check it out.”

“We’ll go with you,” Devlin said.

The three of them discreetly pulled out their wands and started up the stairs. “Wait,” Raiden said as they came on the first landing of stairs. He tapped his wand to each of them as he said the ‘disillusionment’ spell, for them to become invisible to anyone else.

They slowly made their way up the rest of the stairs, trying to keep in contact with each other so as to not lose track of where each of them were, Harry knowing where to lead them as the pain in his scar got stronger the closer he came to Voldemort. When they came to the very back of the club, they saw two black cloaked figures standing guard at a door. Harry pulled the two of them into an empty room down the hall and made himself visible, then waited until the others followed suit.

“He’s there. I can feel him,” Harry said rubbing his throbbing scar. Devlin touched his wand to Harry’s forehead and murmured a healing charm. “Thanks Dev,” he said. The pain was still there, but now a bit more bearable.

“I think we should quietly take down those two guards and bind them in here,” Harry said looking to the two. “It’s time I faced him,” he said, determination in his voice and body movements.

Raiden and Devlin nodded, knowing that Harry was ready for this. “We’re with you Harry,” Devlin said.

“Raiden, I need you to come with me as you’ve had more training in these situations,” Harry instructed. “Dev, contact Severus and let one of the bartending staff know what’s happening up here. Severus will know who else to contact.”

Devlin agreed and kissed Harry and Raiden softly on the lips. “Be careful. I’ll be back with reinforcements,” he said smiling, hoping this all turns out okay.

Raiden and Harry made themselves invisible again and slipped out of the room, while Devlin waited until they brought the two guards in. In short time Devlin saw the two cloaked figures being dragged by their feet, their heads knocking into the door frame on their way in. He helped bind them and pocketed their wands, then made his way downstairs to contact his uncle.

Harry made himself visible while Raiden stayed invisible. Harry felt a brush of lips to his cheek and a squeeze of his hand as he took a couple of deep breaths. “Alohomora,” he said quietly for the door to give a soft click, indicating that it was now unlocked.


Meanwhile, at the Black house, Severus was having a game of Wizard’s Chess with Sirius in front of the fire. He started to feel a bit of unease through his chest. He tried to shake it off, but the feelings just intensified even more. “Harry,” he said as he closed his eyes.

“What? Sev, it’s your move,” Sirius said looking up.

“Siri, something’s wrong with Harry,” Severus said sitting back closing his eyes again.

Sirius came up beside Severus, putting his hand on Severus’s arm. “What do you mean? How can you tell if something is wrong?”

“I can just feel his anxiety and anger,” Severus said. “We’ve got to check it out. The feeling is getting stronger.”

Just then they stepped back as Devlin appeared through the green flames in the fireplace. He was a bit surprised to see them standing, alert with their wands in hand. “Sev, Siri. Harry needs you,” he said heading back to the fireplace dragging the other two wizards by their sleeves.

“What happened?” Sirius asked, fearing the worst.

“When we were at the club, dancing, Harry felt his scar flare up in pain. We went up the back stairs, and took out the cloaked men that were guarding a door. He told me to contact you and warn the bartenders,” Devlin quickly said as he grabbed a handful of the glittering floo powder to take him back to the club.

“How did you.....” Sirius began asking, looking to Severus.

“Since last night, I think we kind of connected when he removed the dark mark,” Severus said. “Let’s go. I’ll contact Albus when we get there.”


Harry walked into the room looking dark and dangerous, with a determined glint in his eyes. He stepped in further into the room to see a younger man chained to the bed with long angry looking welts along his upper body, another cloaked figure wielding a long spiked whip. As if in slow motion, Harry watched the whip swish in the air then snap onto the skin of the young man on the bed. It looked like the bound man was screaming, but no sound was heard. He aimed his wand at the whip wielder. “Petrificus totalus,” he said clearly for the cloaked man to fall to the floor his arms and legs magically bound. Harry then turned at the sound of a dry chuckle from the corner of the room.

“Mister Potter....how good of you to join our little party,” Voldemort said grinning manically.

“You’re a sick fuck Riddle,” Harry said answering, grinning confidently.

“HOW DARE YOU!” Voldemort cried out.

“How dare I what.... Voldie? That is your name isn’t it? You discriminate against muggle borns, when you, yourself are one.....how hypocritical. How would your lapdogs feel if they knew they followed a maniacal mudblood....” Harry ranted, his voice rising in anger.

“ENOUGH! ACCIO WAND!” Voldemort shouted out, then grinned when he held Harry’s wand in his hand. “Now, what are you going to do Potter? Insult me to death?” Voldemort sneered.

“You really think you taking my wand will stop me from ending this....killing you for the final time?” Harry said walking closer.

Voldemort raised his wand, his eyes glowing red as Harry came forward. “Cruc.....” he began before the curse was interrupted by Harry.

“Silentium,” Harry said midway through Voldemort’s curse, making the dark wizard not able to utter a word. He waved his hand again for Voldemort to slam against the wall...hard, his hands restrained at his sides, the wands falling to the floor....useless without the ability to speak.

Harry stepped closer, seeing the panicked look in the red eyes of his long time nemesis. “You see ‘Riddle’, you can’t say anything, but I’ve made it where I’ll be able to hear you scream in my mind when you die. You are a weak wizard Riddle,” Harry said as he waved his hand over Voldemort’s shirt for it to gape open, leaving the chest bare.

Harry sensed Raiden’s presence close behind him and knew that he was now visible, ready to support him in any he could. He felt Raiden’s hand slip under his shirt to touch the skin on his lower back, giving him some magical support. He then reached out with both of his hands and placed them on Voldemort’s naked chest. He almost drew back from the cold, snake like skin, but with a determined mind, he pushed harder against the naked chest.

He looked into Voldemort’s eyes as he started the practiced spell, saying the incantation clearly, ginning as he saw the recognition in the other’s eyes. As Harry repeated the spell over and over again, Voldemort’s internal organs were starting to heat, the blood beginning to boil, to burst through some of the vessels inside the body.

Harry pushed harder, hearing Voldemort’s screams in his mind. He lowered his head and increased the volume of his voice. His hands were burning as the body before him was slowly burning to death, inside to out. He said the last part of the incantation just as Voldemort took his last breath, the spell that would eternally take his soul to hell, to never come back.

Severus and Sirius burst through the door, followed closely by Devlin, Albus and the other Order members. Severus watched Harry pushing against Voldemort’s chest, the sweat pouring off Harry’s face, the thin shirt sticking to his body. He saw that Harry looked like he was going to collapse and had to hold back the others as they took a step towards Harry and Raiden, who still remained in contact with Harry, giving him that extra surge of magic to finish Voldemort off. When he saw Harry finally let go and collapse against Raiden, he came forward and helped lay Harry gently on the floor.

While Severus checked over Harry as much as he was able to, Albus and some of the Order members checked the remains of Voldemort. All sighed in relief when he was pronounced dead. Albus waved his wand saying an ancient spell that turned Voldemort’s remains to ashes, then all watched as the ashes seemed to slowly disappear into nothingness. They took up Voldemort’s wand so it could be turned over to the Ministry for destruction, and prove once and for all that the Dark Lord is finally gone from the wizarding world.

“I’m going to take him to Hogwarts,” Severus said. “He’s alive, but needs Madame Pomfrey’s expertise to bring him back to us in one piece,” he said worriedly as he gathered Harry in his arms and disapparated directly from the room, leaving a roomful of people with mixed emotions.....happiness and relief for Voldemort to be finally defeated, and then most of all....worry for the young wizard that Severus carried away to Hogwarts.

While Harry lay in the infirmary at Hogwarts for the next few days still unconscious, the wizarding world celebrated the downfall of Voldemort. The press hounded the gates of Hogwarts, trying to get that inclusive interview with the savior of the wizarding world, badgering the Professors and Harry’s fellow students to find out the real scoop on anything to do with Harry Potter. Dumbledore, Raiden, and Devlin finally agreed to a small interview to get them off of Harry’s back. They told of the planning and preparation that Harry went through to finish off Voldemort, somehow skirting what kind of spell it was, as it leaned more to the dark arts. They also had said it happened in America...which was true...but it was not disclosed as to where it happened. Dumbledore had also informed them that Harry was taking a much deserved holiday for an unspecified amount of time and the location would remain hidden, so that Harry could relax without the press bothering him for the indeinder of his summer.

It was days later that Harry groggily opened his eyes. He went to brush the hair from his face when he realized both of his hands and wrists were bound in bandages. He looked around and instantly recognized the infirmary at Hogwarts, since he spent so much time there over the years. He was even in the same bed he usually occupied. He felt a presence at his bedside and looked to see Sirius sitting beside him, his head laying on the mattress...asleep.

“Siri,” Harry rasped out, his voice dry from misuse.

Sirius sat up at once when he heard Harry quietly speak. “Harry!” he cried out and leaned down to gingerly hug his godson, kissing his forehead.

“Siri....need some water,” he said hoarsely.

Sirius went to get some water. “Poppy!” he called out as he helped Harry sit up to drink the water, holding it still as Harry wet his throat.

“Ah....Mister Potter, you’re awake,” Madame Pomfrey said smiling as she came towards the bed.

“How long have I been out.....and is he gone? Did I finish it?” Harry asked looking to his bandaged hands.

“You have been out for about three days, and yes, he is gone,” Pomfrey grinned.

“You did it Harry. He will not be coming back,” Sirius said clutching Harry’s arm.

Harry sighed and leaned his head back on the pillows that were propped up behind him. “And...how am I...my hands....?” he asked looking down at them.

“Your hands will be fine Harry. They suffered severe burns that I wasn’t able to completely heal by magic. I’ve put healing potions on the burns and you are to keep them covered for a period of one week,” Pomfrey instructed while Severus and Albus came into the infirmary. “You also must try not to do any magic for about two weeks. With two days in a row using strong amounts of magic, your body needs time to heal, your magical core is very weakened right now.”

“But what about my tests at the Ministry?” Harry asked.

“Sirius and I can help you with the book knowledge to help you study,” Severus offered.

“Harry,” Albus spoke up to get Harry’s attention. “If you are willing...myself and the other Professors think you would also be ready to write your final NEWT exams early.”

“You mean I would graduate early...no more homework or schoolwork?” Harry asked liking the idea. “Do you really think I’m ready?”

“Yes, I do Harry. The past year you have far exceeded your requirements for school. The Professors have offered to assist you in any way they can so you can do the tests the last week of August,” Albus said. “And as for schoolwork....you’ll only have your students work to worry about.”

“Well, I guess I better start with that studying then,” Harry said smirking, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with his life. He looked to Madame Pomfrey. “Can I go home now?”

“Yes. Remember, no magic for two weeks Mister Potter,” she said sternly.

“We’ll make sure,” Sirius said smiling as he helped Harry out of bed. “Devlin and Raiden said they would help out with your studying.

“You knew that Dumbledore was going to ask me that, didn’t you?” Harry said looking to Sirius.

“Yes,” Sirius replied proudly. “I just found out yesterday,” he said grinning widely.

Harry just shook his head and let Sirius help him to Dumbledore’s office so they could floo home, where he immediately was helped to bed and given a dreamless sleep potion, not to awaken until the next day.

(Note: Silentium is Latin for silence)

(typos fixed Apr. 07)