Author: Bell Pie toggledog@yahoo.com

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, a little Percy/Penelope, a little Hermione/Viktor

Rating: NC17 <

Prologue.

Twenty Years Before…

Sirius was adamant. He was going to confront Moony. And this time he would not listen to excuses. Remus would also not ignore him.

There was something wrong. That much was obvious. The Moony from before didn’t scream and yell in his sleep, waking up the entire Gryffindor house. The Moony from before allowed himself to be kissed and fondled. James saw it. Lily saw it. Everyone with eyes could notice the difference. He simply had changed. Sirius could not remember the last time he heard Remus laugh. He spent an inordinate amount of time staring dully forward, lost in his own thoughts. It had gotten to the stage that his grades were being affected by whatever odd malady had over taken him.

Sirius was, himself being affected.

He was going crazy. Literally.

Two days before, he had started to hear voices in his head. It took until dinner of the first day to place one of the voices to Crispen Flint. The identity of the second he had always known- Remus Lupin.

"So pretty, Lupin. Do you know how many people want to fuck you?"

Sirius, who had trust enough in Lupin to not be jealous of the attention garnered from other students, wondered if it was a subconscious possessiveness of the wolf. That, he found to be rather worrying. He did not want to be possessive of him. He just wanted to love him as thoroughly as he could. His father had been possessive of his mother. To the extent that he blamed Sirius for her attention to him. No, he didn't want to put that on Remus.

He found him in the library, seated behind a pile of books that reached over his head.

"Moony. We need to talk."

Remus smiled, patted the chair beside him.

"What is it, Paddy?"

Sirius reached over and placed his lips on his lover’s, feeling his heart rip in two as Remus flinched back momentarily from the contact.

"You know I love you." Sirius began.

Remus smiled. "Of course, you idiot. And I love you."

That was somewhat of a salve to gingerly stick back together his pump of precious blood to his body.

"This time I want no excuses. I want you to tell me what is wrong. Look, Moony," he began as the boy started to pull away. "We’re all concerned about you. Your grades are slipping, you won’t eat, you barely sleep and when you do, you have nightmares. You’re driving me insane, literally."

That ceased the boy gathering up his quills and parchment. "What do you mean?"

Sirius sighed. If he was expecting Remus to be forward with him, he would have to return the favour. "I’ve been hearing voices, Remmy. You and Crispen Flint."

The boy’s reaction was so extreme that it shocked Sirius a little. He froze, looked up with wide eyes. The most disturbing aspect were the tears gathered in them. Sirius had never seen him cry before.

"What is he saying?"

"What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Moony?" He suddenly found himself kissing his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his chin. This only served to have the tears roll down his cheeks. He reached his hand under his chin and cupped it up so they were eye to eye.

"I can’t tell you."

"You can. You can tell me. You can tell me anything."

Remus shook his head.

"Listen, you know everything about me. Everything. I’ve shown you all the scars. There is not a single aspect of my soul that hasn’t been marked and claimed by you." Sirius whispered.

"You won’t want me after you know."

Sirius felt a skewer twist in his heart. "I couldn’t not want you. Not. Ever. Ok? Not. Ever!"

He leant forward and touched their lips together once more. They kissed, a perfect mutual movement of lips and tongues. Remus’ brown eyes darted about the library when they released. The only other student in the room stood a good distance away by the Divinity books.

He took Sirius’ hand. "Why, Sirius? Why didn’ t you look at the Marauder’s Map? What were you doing?"

Sirius felt as though he had been sucker punched to the gut. "When, Remmy? What happened?"

He knew. Some how, he had always known. Remus took a deep breath.

"It happened last Tuesday…"
 
 
 
 
 
 

His Moony lay in his arms. His love. The one he couldn’t live without.

The one Crispen had stolen from him. The once carefree Remus was no more. The prankster who would laugh as he raced out through empty Hogwarts Halls, desperate for adventure and mischief was gone, replaced by the ghost of a boy twitching and sighing in his sleep beneath him. Remus’ moan was silenced by Sirius’ kiss to his forehead. Remus sighed.

"Sirius…"

He snuggled closer to him on the bed. Sirius wrapped his arms tighter around his lover. "I love you, Remus. More than anything. More than life itself."

The boy sighed once more. "Love you Paddy."

He had forced Sirius’ promise not to tell anyone. Not even James. And Sirius knew he would hold to that. If that was what Remus needed. He had also made Sirius vow not to enact vengeance on Crispen.

He had said nothing about Severus Snape, however.

Severus. The one who had seen what had happened and had done nothing to cease it.

Bastard, greasy haired little git. He would pay. Sirius would make sure of that. His eyes traveled up Remus’ form to the beams cutting through the glass window, pouring through the bed overhang to illuminate his lover’s face. Sirius looked to the quarter moon out the wide window and smiled, having an epiphany.
 
 

Twenty Years Later…

He caught up with Remus half-way down the hill from the courthouse. The wolf stopped and waited for him to catch up. Sirius pulled him into his embrace. It was more for him than Remus. When Marcus had been talking, he had wanted nothing more than to be held by his lover, to have him tell him it would be alright, as he was doing now.

He may have been physically bigger than Remus but it was obvious who was mentally the stronger of the two.

"Love you, Moony. More than life."

"I know. I know." He trailed a hand through Sirius’ thick black hair. "Love you too."

They released, looked to each other and laughed a little.

"I must find Severus, Sirius. He has taken off."

Sirius trailed a hand down his cheek. "He really does love you. The bastard always has."

Remus closed his eyes, enjoying the touch. "It’s unfortunate. My heart only has space for one."

Sirius stepped closer, reached his arm around the back of his neck to draws their lips together, hand kneading his lover’s taut ass. Remus groaned, sharply thrust up to grind their erections together.

"What do you think he’d say if he saw this?" Sirius asked, as both collapsed to their knees, hastily shrugging off robes and other assorted vestments. Remus looked about, as Sirius started to kiss his neck and shoulders.

"Someone might come."

"That’s never bothered you before." Sirius murmured.

"It doesn’t bother me now. It’s simply an observation."

He laughed as Sirius pulled him to him on the rough canopy of the forest floor.
 
 

Severus Snape was the only other occupant of the room. Remus patted Sirius on the hand and indicated that he sit on the bed. Sirius nodded. This would take what he referred to as the ‘Remus touch’. He gingerly placed himself at the edge of the mattress and watched his lover walk over to the dark haired wizard. Severus shook his head, tried to ignore Remus, tried to turn his back to him. But the tawny haired one was persistent.

"Are you deaf, Lupin? I said I don’t want to talk about it."

Sirius leant forward to catch Lupin’s characteristic soft voice. He could hear his lover from a mile away if he concentrated. Snape, seeming to realize this, glared at Sirius and stepped back.

"If you don’t want to talk. That’s alright. I just wanted to say thank you. And I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry he did that to you."

The dark haired wizard flinched from the gentle grip to his shoulder. "That’s all I wanted to say. If you want to talk to me, you can."

He waited a few moments then walked back to Sirius, shaking his head in a ‘Don’t speak’ gesture. The animagus contented himself with drawing his lover into his arms, breathing in his familiar musky scent. He could sense Snape watching them. A glance in his direction when they released verified dark eyes quickly darting away. Remus sat opposite him. In that instant, the door opened and Percy came striding in.

"Lupin. Black. Snape." He stepped to the bed next to Lupin’s and sat down, tracing his fingers along the covers and bringing them up to his face to frown at the dust now collected on the tips.

"Percy. How are you?" Lupin favoured him with his megawatt smile.

The man released his breath. "It was difficult. But I’m alright."

Remus leant forward slightly. "You know what he said about your reaction-"

"I know." Percy nodded. "I know. It was a normal physiological reaction to stimulus. I know it intellectually. It’s a little more difficult to comprehend it emotionally, however."

Remus smiled, reached forward and patted his hand. "Save your shame for him. He deserves it. Not you."

In that instant, the door opened once more to Harry and Draco. Sirius was amazed at what a good looking physical match they made. Both were opposite in terms of colouring yet somehow still complimentary in looks. Both also had varying as well as similar styles of moving and even speaking. Draco looked so much like Lucius but, upon closer viewing, looked nothing like him at all, had less harsh features, a more sunny demeneur.

"Harry, Draco." Remus patted the mattress next to him. The boys sat down at the spot offered, Draco casting Sirius a wary glance as he did so. The man inwardly sighed. It would be a long time, if ever, that that boy would ever look at him without fear in his eyes. That saddened him. For it was obvious that Harry and him were to be together for a long time and he longed to know him better, for his God son’s sake at least.

For this was the real deal.

L-O-V-E.

It was obvious simply from the way they looked at each other.

** *

Severus Snape had been the first to crawl into his bed and close the thick curtains around him. Before then he had not spoken to anyone the entire night. Percy followed, feigning a migraine. Harry suspected this not to be the case. From his constant phasing out to look blankly forward as the night wore on, Harry suspected he needed some time by himself. When Lupin and Black closed their curtains half an hour or so later, Harry had noted a distinct flash momentarily  light up the interior.

He recognized what it was immediately. Only because he and Draco also inacted a silencing charm after they closed their own curtains. Harry lay alongside his lover, tenderly kissing his neck up to his ear. Draco sighed and turned to face Harry, plundering his tongue in his mouth. Harry waited until both had divested the other of their clothes to make his unspoken request. He tenderly turned his lover onto his stomach. Draco immediately stiffened.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"It’s alright. You trust me, don’t you? I would never hurt you. You know that." He lay alongside his lover so as not to unnecessarily frighten him. "I just want to do something. I want to prove that you are beautiful. Every part of you. Can I?"

"How can I answer that if I don’t know what you’re about to do?" Draco sounded irritated. Harry felt this was good. At least he wasn’t scared. Harry grinned, slid down until he was level with his lover’s backside and placed a kiss on the left buttock.

"Ah…AH!" Harry had slid up to his knees and bent his head forward to trail a tongue along one of the zaggard lines to reach the very secret entrance to his body. He had never done this sort of activity before and hoped it was right. From the shivering of the boy beneath him as he began to lick at the puckered hole, he was doing fine. He reached his hand around, finding something else to play with as his other hand gently eased his lover’s leg’s apart, stroking tenderly up and down his creamy inner thigh.

"Ah… Harry…"

He continued to stroke at his lover’s throbbing erection as he trailed his tongue down to replace his hand on his thigh, licking up the coarse golden hairs before trailing it back to the most secret entrance, bathing the various thick scars with his saliva. From the way Draco was squirming beneath him, he was enjoying the treatment. He cried out as Harry tenderly pried his buttocks apart and risked slipping his tongue into the  opening. Not wanting to be finished too soon, Harry then forfeited the hole to lick up the small of his back before trailing his tongue up his spine, relishing the salty taste of his skin. He tenderly lay himself on his lover’s body, rubbing his erection against the wet entrance.

"Please, Draco. Allow me to make love to you."

The boy shook his head. "No, Harry. Not like this. Not into the mattress. Please."

Harry nodded, climbed off him to lay alongside. "I just wanted to show you that you are beautiful to me." He reached his hand around his butttock to stroke along the jaggard scars. "Everything is beautiful."

He moaned in delighted shock as the blonde suddenly climbed on top of him, forcing him onto his back. Draco squatted on his crotch, legs bent up on either side of Harry’s hips.

Oh no. He can’t be…

Harry groaned as Draco positioned himself above Harry’s erection, tenderly rubbing his opening against it.

Oh, honey. It will be too much, too much.

He drew his head back and screamed as his lover gently lowered himself onto his erection, an inch at a time. Harry looked to the blonde in surprise. He was looking into his face, own face set in determination. Once totally surrounded by his lover, Draco stopped, face expressing the usual anxiety. Harry reached up and stroked up his cheek.

"It’s alright, Draco."

The boy suddenly lifted his hips and slammed down onto Harry’s erection. The boy groaned, thrust up to meet the boy slamming down, eliciting a moan from his lover. They created a steady rhythm together, Draco pulling his head back to allow Harry a tantalizing glimpse of his alabaster neck. He reached a hand to his thighs, feeling up and down the milky skin. Draco grabbed the hand and placed it on his penis, wrapping his hands around the erection. Harry did not need to be told what to do. He increased his pace, his lover moving with him, grounding down onto his erection and making little moans that Harry loved. He managed to move up enough to latch a pale nipple into his teeth, grinding it to rocky hardness. Draco’s moans had changed to little ‘Oh’ noises. Harry was making his own sighs, lost in his rut as he reached his peak. This was more than a release, it was an epiphany. For an instant, every colour stood out in stark detail, every little sound was an orchestra in his ears. His spirit was lifted and soared into the inky sky, his lover’s name tumbling from his lips. A moment later, he heard his own name being yelled and felt his lover’s own release. Draco collapsed forward, still trembling in Harry’s arms, stretching his legs wide to allow his lover’s lax penis to still stay inside him. Harry never wanted to remove it. His desire was to stay entwined with his lover in his arms for ever. It took a couple of minutes for the lovers to finally catch their breathe. Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde boy and kissed his forehead, feeling complete, as though he and Draco were two halves separated by years and space only to be reunited to create an item of supreme beauty and wonder. It was as though he had never before lived, never really appreciated every intake of oxygen, every thud of blood flowing through the main valve of his heart.

The missing half. He mused. The missing Harry Potter half.

"He’s going to be found guilty tomorrow." Harry said softly, running his hands through his lover’s hair. "And then it will be over. Then we can be together forever."

"Don’t leave me." Draco clutched at his arms. "Don’t ever leave me, you bastard."

"Never. You’d have to kill me first."

He felt Draco stiffen against him. "Don’t say that, Harry."

The two were silent a few minutes. "It’s strange. I can feel you inside me. But I’m not fearful or sickened by it." He wiggled his hips a little. "It just feels right, if anything. That was, that was something. I thought I could never do that. Thank you, Harry. For giving me that gift. And for being so patient."

Harry never thought he would ever hear Draco Malfoy thank him for any thing.

"You’re too good, Harry." He could hear his lover dozing off as he spoke. "Always gotta be the Gryffindor. Even then, you had to ask permission to make love to me. Actually, I’m glad you did ‘cause there are some things I won’t do. I just can’t. It’s too much. I’ve got to be facing you, Harry. I’ve got to be reassured that it’s you and see what you’re doing. You’re the only one I trust, now. Did you know that? Ironic. Harry Potter the only trustworthy person for Draco Malfoy." He was silent a moment. "You’re so patient. I know I wouldn’t have the patience you’ve had. I know you’ve been frustrated. But you would never hurt me. I know that now…You’re still an egotistical fame mongering moron, though." He laughed, indicating the joke.

"I hate you." Harry teased. He moved his mouth up to Draco’s face, peppering it with kisses. "I hate you so much. I despise you. You shallow, vicious Slytherin bastard. One look at you makes me want to… to…" He sighed. "I can’t stand it. You drive me crazy, you know that? What you do to me. I can’t even comprehend it."

The steady breathing of his lover was indicative of deep sleep. Harry smiled, kissed his cheek.

"Good night, my beautiful dragon."
 
 

He woke up to a fully fledged erection still within his lover, who was asleep. Harry was unsure of what to do. If he moved at all, Draco would awaken. A dark thought crept into his mind to use advantage of being inside his lover to resolve the issue of the erection. He instantly batted that idea away, finally deciding upon waking Draco up.

"Draco?" He shook him a little on the shoulder. The blonde stirred, and in his half sleep state panicked, screaming and pulling abruptly back, practically clambering off the bed. Problem solved. It took a few moments for the boy to calm down, as well as the screaming in Harry’s head to dissipate.

"Sorry, hon." Harry said as the boy resettled his head on Harry’s chest and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Just woke up with a bit of a problem this morning."

"No, I’m sorry, Harry. I just felt you in me and panicked. Do you think I’ll ever be alright again?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry wrapped his arms around his back. "You are getting better every day. Yes, you’ll be alright again. And I’ll be there every step of the way."

"I’m just sick of being afraid, that’s all. I shouldn’t be scared with you."

"Honey, you’ve already come so far." He smiled, ran a finger down his back. "There was a stage there when I thought I’d never get us both naked together. Seeing your naked body was like… like a rare jewel."

"And now?"

"Now I can’t bear to see you clothed. Unless it’s those shimmering silver robes, or the blue ones, sort of azure. They drive me insane, those ones."

"A word of advise, Potter. Wear your green robes more often. They… er… suit you…" He giggled.

"Potter. Mr. Malfoy."

Both boys jumped up and shrugged on their robes. Draco pulled open the curtains to Severus Snape’s unyielding face.

"If you would be so kind as to join us in the Great hall. There is some important information that must be spoken of. And please rearrange your robes, Potter unless your wish is that we all feel physically ill from the view."

Harry blushed as he realized in his rush to get changed he had left certain key areas of his skin uncovered. The curtain swished closed as he pulled his robes down into place. Draco jumped out of the bed and ran after the teacher.

"Professor Snape, Professor Snape."

"What is it, Mr. Malfoy?" He sounded irritated. Harry climbed from out of the bed and watched the interaction.

"Well, it’s er… I…"

"Spit it out, boy!"

Draco took a deep breath. "It’s the verdict today. And whatever is decided, I just wanted to say. Well, after it happened I had a lot of people be cruel to me. Thought I deserved what happened. You were one of the few that were good to me. I remember you telling me that it wasn’t my fault. That I should just ignore what the others said. I just wanted to, to thank you. And you must realize this is very difficult for me. Malfoys don’t thank people."

Harry almost collapsed from the momentary genuine smile that crossed the man’s face. "In a perfect world, you wouldn’t be thanking the one that paid you deserved good attention after such a heinous crime." Snape’s frown had returned. "But I accept your thanks, never the less." He touched him briefly on the arm. "Stay strong."

With a scowl at Harry and swirl of black cloth, the man disappeared out of the room.
 
 
 
 

Harry pulled Draco for one last kiss before entering the great Hall. Ron called him over to his side. He gave one last lingering look at the blonde headed for the Slytherin table before seating himself next to his redheaded friend. Hermione moved her head to the side to smile at him. He smiled back.

"What’s going on?" He asked, helping himself to a couple of pancakes. Ron, who had been stuffing his face with porridge, shrugged.

"Something to do with Rita Skeeter." He said, his mouth full.

Harry felt his heart sink in worry as to what the woman was doing now. A couple of sharp clangs to the side of Dumbledore’s glass turned his head to the front.

The old wizard stood. "I have some sad news to depart." Everyone instantly went silent in respect and deep curiosity. "Today, the body of Rita Skeeter was found in her house. She had been hit by the Avada Kedavra curse. The Ministry of Magic doesn’t want you to know this. But I will tell you, any way." Harry glanced to the man in the bright tie beside the wizard, looking severely disgruntled. He recognized him to be Cornelius Fudge. "There is sufficient evidence that members of the inner circle of Voldemort, or Voldemort, himself, killed her. The reason why? Because she knew too much about his inner workings. It is a sad end to a very interesting reporter."

Harry looked to Ron, who echoed his facial expression.

Rita Skeeter. Dead?

Sure, she’d more than annoyed Harry throughout the years but he did not wish that on her. He did not wish that on anyone. It twisted his stomach to consider it.

This is the beginning. No, not the beginning. Cedric. Cedric was the beginning.

He did not want to begin to consider who would be next.
 
 
 
 

"I just can’t believe it." Ron spoke as he and Harry stepped out into the corridor with the others after breakfast. "Rita Skeeter… dead…Makes no sense. It just makes no sense."

"We’ll just have to accept it. It happened." Hermione said.

Spying Draco walking with Crabbe and Goyle, Harry walked over. Ron and Hermione looked to each other, shrugged and joined him. The two larger boys smiled at Hermione and greeted her good morning as Harry wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist.

"What is this, Harry? Can’t stand to not touch me for ten minutes?"

"Half an hour." Harry corrected. In that instant, Fudge came traipsing up the hall towards them.

"Harry! How are you?"

Harry was a little taken aback. "Er…I’m fine."

"And Draco." The boy hesitantly took his hand. He pumped it three times then handed it back. "Good luck for today, my boy. Though it will be fine. I’ll be voting for life inprisonment, myself." He winked then sauntered down the hall.

"I’m surprised he even accepts that the attack happened." Hermione snapped. "Really, the man’s a fool." She countered Harry’s raised brow.
 
 
 
 

Harry was allowed to join Draco at the table by the stage. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s back as he sat next to him, beside Percy, Penelope and Remus. Lucius sat to the other side of Draco, Narcissa beside him. Harry admitted to some surprise at seeing Draco’s mother there for the first time. She stood rigidly straight, steely eyes affixed before her. Beside her sat Karen Fletch. The two women did not talk, simply eyed the boy who had caused their family so much pain and suffering. Marcus sat in his usual position, tied to the chair in the center of the stage.

Remus nodded to Harry and smiled, then moved to the center of the stage. He subconsciously wiped down his black robes and repositioned his cap on his head.

"Good Evening Wizards. This is the day of truth in this great trial. This is the day you get to decide as to the fate of Marcus Flint. You will find under your chairs a slip of parchment. On that you must decide whether he is guilty of all the crimes and what punishment should be enacted. You must bear in mind the severity of the crime. You must remember that  he had the surviver, Draco Malfoy,  for two  hours, in which time he repeatedly beat and subjected him to a series of sexual depravities not the least of which were the  repeated rapes culminating in him forcing an item within him. In this time, he also threatened to kill him, placed a knife to his throat and stabbed him  several times, using the survivor’s own fear and anger as a goad to his own excitement. You must remember the countless reams of evidence that it was Marcus Flint who raped Draco Malfoy. And the testimony of Percy Weasley and the mother of Jonas Fletch, a boy who committed suicide after being raped by both Marcus and his father. We have also found other victims, who refused to talk due to their continuing shame. Like all rapists, he has a particular type. Surely it has not escaped you the similar look and gestures of Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley. You must notice that Mr. Malfoy is not a large boy. Physically, he is no match for Mr. Flint. Yet, he fought him. As did Mr. Weasley. And both continue to fight him today. That takes a lot of courage. Particularly when one considers how Mr. Malfoy was treated after his attack. For all those who laughed at or teased him, I hope you feel your dose of shame for your part in trying to justify the survivor keeping his sense of shame and humiliation. Well, he was able to rise above that and keep his dignity. That is remarkable, Draco." He turned and smiled at the boy. Harry kissed him on the cheek then dimly recognised a flash as the lightbulb of a camera went off. "But I also want you to consider Mr. Flint’s past. It has not been exemplary. He admitted to sexual abuse by his already deviant father and mother, his father forcing him to participate in the rape of other men under the guise of ‘sharing something special’ with him." He paused, stuck his hands in his pockets. "This does not excuse his actions at all but does go to explaining them. I want you to think long and hard before you make your decision. It is not an easy thing to decide on a man’s fate. You may begin."

Harry picked up the parchment from under his chair and jumped. The space around him had melted into a small room, consisting of four red bricked walls surrounding him. In the center was a small wooden table with a parchment and pen on it. He looked about. No one else was in the room but for him. He stepped up to the table and sat in the chair, looking down to the parchment.

Verdict in Draco Malfoy attack?

Harry did not hesitate. He wrote Guilty.

The writing disappeared and was replaced by another question.

Verdict in the Percy Weasley attack?

Harry again wrote Guilty.

Again the writing disappeared to be replaced by a third question.

Verdict in the Jonas Fletch attack?

Guilty.

The writing wiped clean off the page and new letters started to appear.

Preferred punishment for Marcus Flint?

Please select one:

Twenty years imprisonment, thirty years imprisonment, fifty years imprisonment, life imprisonment with no chance of parole, death.

Harry was at a loss as to what to decide. What punishment would be apt for the pain and suffering he had caused? Nothing would bring back Jonas Fletch, that was true. Nothing would fix up the Weasleys, bring their smiles back. What punishment would be apt for how pained Ron was, how it had destroyed his relationship with his brother? Or bring the jokes and laughter back into the twin’s lives?

He wondered what the others were deciding. Would Lucius or Narcissa want death for the one that destroyed their son’s life and, evidentially, their marriage? Would life imprisonment be enough to salve the churning guilt of Dumbledore or McGonagall? He pictured Remus and felt a kick to the stomach. Remus, who had been attacked by the boy’s own father, who knew of the capacity the Flint’s had for violence. Or Sirius, surrounded by a sea of pain and misery on all sides- first Remus and now Harry, through Draco and Percy.

And himself. What would be enough to cease the anguish every time he heard Draco’s screams, heard Marcus’ laughter? What punishment was apt enough for his own private hell?

He wanted to write Death. He wanted so much to simply be done with it. To not have to think of that man ever again. After all, he would do it again, wouldn’t he? He pictured Marcus sitting in his jail cell, thinking over his crimes, reliving the high. He remembered Marcus taunting Draco, telling him how he would masturbate as he relived his attack of him over and over again. No, he didn’t deserve to live. His mind went to the pictures of Draco, just after the attack. That decided it, for Harry. His lover’s beautiful face bruised, swollen and bloody. Harry could deal with that. The physical marks would heal, but the deadened look he would keep for months, his eyes devoid of their usual spark.

For you, baby, Harry thought and wrote

Death.

A new question popped up.

What kind of death? Avada Kedavra Curse? Killed by muggle execution (in which case, there is a choice- electric chair, gas, hanging, shot, stabbed) Cruciatus until the body can no longer take it?Imperius Curse and forced to commit suicide?

Harry thought as to what would be the most painful, the one that would cause the most suffering.

And stopped.

He couldn’t do this. This would make him as bad as Marcus. He couldn’t give back what he had dealt. No, let him be alive. Let him suffer through knowledge of the evil that he had committed. Death was too easy a way out. Particularly with his victims still living. He wrote back on the paper.

Sorry. I’ve changed my mind. I choose Life Imprisonment with no chance of parole.

The page emptied before the final writing appeared.

I’m glad you came to the right decision.
 
 
 
 

The walls slowly melted away, the single figure on the stage sliding back into view once more like a frame in a photoshutter. Harry grabbed Draco and pulled him into his arms. Draco returned the hug before both sat into their chairs once more. Percy stood to the front, a single piece of paper in his hand. He smiled to everyone. Harry felt his heart race. This was it. His entire future was dependant on this one moment. The verdict. Draco’s grip on his hand was so tight he was crushing the tiny bones together.

"Here it is, fellow wizards. The results. Your verdict in regards to the fate of Marcus Flint." He took out the paper and read it, face stoic. Harry heard Draco intake breath.

"For the verdict on Marcus Flint’s attack on Draco Malfoy, one hundred percent voted guilty."

The courtroom erupted in applause. Harry felt his heart veritably exploded in his chest. Draco grabbed him and shoved his tongue so far down his throat, Harry began to gag. He heard the flash of lightbulbs go off but did not care.

"I love you, Harry." The boy said when they released, then turned to hug his parents.

"For the verdict on Marcus Flint’s attack on me, Percy Weasley, one hundred percent voted guilty."

Harry heard the scream of joy followed by two whoops through the applause and knew who it had come from. He looked up to the final tier and raised his fist up to Ron, who raised his own in return. He noted a weeping Mrs. Weasley being comforted by her husband.

"For the verdict on Marcus Flint’s attack on Jonas Fletch, one hundred percent voted guilty."

The room erupted once more. Mrs. Fletch put her head in her hands and weeped. Marcus looked totally, utterly stunned. Remus grabbed Harry and threw his arms around him in an embrace that had Harry finding it difficult to breath, before Draco did likewise with the werewolf.

"You did great, Percy." A voice from the crowd called out. Percy laughed, for the first time in a long while. Harry had to restrain himself from jumping forward to engulf him in a hug.

It was one of the best moments of his entire life. He grabbed Draco and hugged him so hard his muscles shook from the effort. The boy was laughing with joy.

"Thank you. Now, we get for the punishment side." Percy said, when every one eventually quietened down. Harry ignored him. He was too busy passionately kissing his lover. Both finally knew the truth. It didn’t matter as to the punishment. The fact that he was found guilty was enough, a major healing step for each of Marcus’ victims. Here was legal proof that it wasn’t their fault. Marcus was to blame and now he would be punished for it.

"Twelve percent voted for fifty years imprisonment. Nineteen percent voted for Death." This quietened the audience. Harry could sense others looking about, wondering who had voted for Death. "But the overwhelming majority, sixty nine percent voted for life with no chance of parole. I make a motion now for that to be the punishment. Those who voted for other punishments now have the choice to argue their case."

Silence reigned. Harry sensed the ones that voted death were either now reconsidering or were too frightened to speak up. A full five minutes past. Finally, Percy spoke up once more.

"Very well, then. All raise their hands, the ones who agree that life time imprisonment should be the punishment."

Every hand in the room went up. Harry noted with some interest that Mrs. Fletch was very hesitant in raising hers, as was Penelope. As he looked to the different tiers, he also noted Ron and Snape being cautious in raising theirs.

"Very well, then. The punishment shall be life with no chance of parole at Azkaban prison."

Azkaban. Harry thought. Not so bad now the Dementors have left for Voldemort’s side.

He looked across to Penelope, who was glaring to the front. He began to realize which ones had voted for death.
 
 
 
 

"Harry, Harry, any more words?" Ron joked. Harry did not notice. He was too busy kissing his boyfriend. Ever since the verdict, neither had been able to keep their hands off each other, or their tongues out of each other’s mouths, even while being interviewed by wizard reporters. The celebrations continued in the Three Broomsticks, where in one corner, a rather sozzled Dumbledore was having a rather raucous game of wizard’s poker with Seamus Finnigan, Sirius Black and Dean Thomas. Penelope and Percy sat in their own private corner, barely touching their gilly waters, too busy touching each other, Percy’s mouth now on her throat. Harry had managed to get his hug from Percy as soon as he arrived in the place and was able to tell him how amazed he was, so he was content to let them be. Hermione had brought Viktor Krum, much to Ron’s displeasure and both sat next to Harry and Draco, snuggled together, Viktor’s hand running through Hermione’s hair. Draco released from Harry long enough to point to the corner of the room, where Lupin and Snape sat together.

"Check out Snape." He said. Harry ceased in kissing his face long enough to look in the corner. Snape had a gilly water in one hand and was leaning over Lupin, continually touching his knee or shoulder as he talked. Remus, with his own gilly water, sat forward, smiling at the man.

"Wonder what Sirius thinks?"

Harry’s green eyes moved to Sirius in the corner. The man was intent on the poker game.

"Sirius trusts him." Harry smiled.

"It’s sad." Hermione remarked. "Look at him. He adores Lupin. Look at how he’s touching him. Like he’s a precious jewel."

Harry was distracted by the lips touching his ear. He turned his head to kiss Draco on the mouth once more. Ron jumped up. "I think I should talk to Percy."

"I don’t think he’ll be wanting company right now, Ron." Hermione laughed, noting Penelope and Percy necking rather vigorously in the corner, his hand travelling up her thigh.

"Oh." Ron blushed.

"Ron, our bro." Harry drew his head back to allow his lover’s lips access to his neck.

"Hmm.. .quite a show Harry." Fred smiled. Harry blushed and pushed Draco away.

"Hey, bro. There’s a cute blonde in the corner who is too shy to come up and talk to you."

The boy blushed. "Shut up."

"No, it’s true!" George sounded exasperated. "We tried to lay some moves but she only seems intent on you."

"Oh yeah, where?"

Harry followed his eyes to where they were gesturing. Sure enough, a pretty, petite blonde was making eyes in their direction. Ron visibly puffed out his chest and stepped over.

"Luck, Ron." Harry said.

"Bloody lucky bastard." George sighed, watching his brother walk over to the blonde.
 
 
 
 

The man had trouble at first placing the two boys. He sat a little back from the celebrations. The reason for the party at once became clear. The result of that famous Wizard Rape case. Guilty on all counts. At first he had thought that was where he had seen them. Their pretty faces had been plastered all over the papers for months. But no….

It took him a while to figure it out. Then he remembered. A muggle jazz club. He had gone there out of pure interest. As soon as the boys stepped in, he had known they were different. Wizard boys.

And totally out of place.

That was why he had tried to warn them. Of course, he hadn’t recognized them at the time, not even Harry Potter. He had only wanted to tell them to leave, that a muggle club, or, indeed, any club was not safe.

The blonde, the one that had been raped. He should have guessed. He should have known from his fearful reaction to the man, when he had sat near him at the table. And the other, Harry Potter and his strong protection of the boy.

He knew all about suffering, about wanting to protect others. Sometimes, it didn’t work, however. He was all too aware of that. His own son had gone to a wizard club and had never returned. They found the body two days later. He had been gang raped. And then he had the Avada Kedavra curse used on him.

At least the death had been quick.

A week after that, he was in a muggle club when he heard about a muggle boy who had been found by the side of the highway, a block up, like wise raped. The muggles did not know how he had died. He had no marks on him that could account for his death.

But the man knew.

He watched the boys as they stood up, slinking for the doors.

Oh no, you shouldn’t do that, boys. I don’t think that’s safe.

Too late, the boys slipped out the side entrance.
 
 
 
 

Harry had too much gillywater. He excused his lover to go to the bathroom. Draco mischievously asked if he could join him, then waved him off, turning to talk to Viktor. Harry weaved his way through the crowd, feeling deliciously plastered. He reached the men’s room and kicked the door in, sashaying to the urinal. After what seemed like an eternity, he zipped himself and stepped over to the taps. In that instant, Ron stepped into the room.

"Hey, Ron. How’s it going with the cute blonde?" He asked.

The boy said nothing, simply stood beside him, staring at him.

Harry turned to him, confused. "What is it?"

He gasped in pure shock as a hand gripped him around the neck, drawing him forward to the boy’s embrace, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Harry bit down, hard. The other boy cried out and released, giving Harry time to move away.

"You’re not Ron." He reached for his wand but the other was quicker. He strode forward and slapped Harry hard across the face. Pain blossomed across his cheek and he felt himself falling. He gasped as the other grabbed his hand, turning it and shoving a gold muggle coin into the palm, pressing the fingers into it.

Reality tilted a little to the left, a whistling sound filling his ears, the familiar pull encircling his stomach. Harry then realized that the magical protection surrounding the Three Broomsticks had somehow been violated. And that he was being pulled, by portkey to an unfamiliar place.
 
 
 
 

The real Ron Weasley was brought outside by the blonde girl, Cali. She smiled, pointing up to the sky.

"That’s Sirius."

"I know a Sirius." Ron smiled.

"Really?" The girl shivered. Ron took off his jacket and placed it around his shoulders.

"Listen, do you want to go for a walk?"

The girl smiled. "That would be nice."

They missed Draco by a few seconds.
 
 
 
 

Harry stepped out of the bathroom and walked up to his lover. Draco met him halfway, jumping onto him and pushing him back against a wall opposite. He reached his hand up to the hair he loved so much to pull and tug.

My Harry. My beautiful Harry. He thought, slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth and his arm around his waist. He laughed at himself. No one affected him the way Harry did. Indeed, every time he saw him, all he wanted to do was jump him. And then, after he had jumped him and was totally satisfied, he wanted to jump him again.

"Let’s go outside." Harry suggested. He nodded, laughing as he pulled and tugged the boy towards the entrance. He admitted to already being so turned on it was painful.

Damn you, Potter! My beautiful love.

He wanted to throw Harry up against a wall and ravish him. Or allow Harry to ravish him. The alcohol had lowered his defenses enough for him to be open to anything. Harry lead him around a corner and threw him hard against the wall. Draco gasped as his head hit the concrete hard.

"Hey, I told you I’m not really into S and M, Harry. You know that." He said, between gasps as Harry kissed his neck.

"Shut up." The boy growled. Draco felt a shiver of anxiety race up his spine, the first sign that something was not right.

"Wait, Harr-"

The boy favoured him with a look of absolute contempt and smashed his fist hard across his cheek. Draco gasped in shock, a dreaded certainty filling him, knotting his stomach to an infinitesimal degree.

This isn’t Harry!

He screamed, pushed the boy back, only to have the one jump on him, driving him hard against the wall.

"Nice try. You don’t even sound like him, idiot!"

The boy stopped, Harry face staring at him.

"Go on then. Do it. Enact your sick fantasy, if that’s your wish. I’ll know it’s not him."

When the boy spoke, it was a voice that was vaguely familiar. He soon placed the rough tones of the Ravenclaw who had kissed him earlier in the week.

"Nah, I’ll get my turn. Right now you’re wanted."

The boy then shoved the coin in Draco’s hand and clasped his hand shut. Draco could only gasp as the portkey took him away from the back alley of the Three Broomsticks.

tbc…