The Bolts: Liberitas Ch. 03 * HP/DM * NC-17
Title: The Bolts: Liberitas Chapter 03 - Collide
Author: mortyys
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: The wonderful art by mayflo
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: The boys of The Bolts are recording their first album, which tells the story of how Harry and Draco came together through The War.
Warnings: War scenes and tearful moments.
Author Notes: I bring my many apologies for being so long getting this chapter out. The holidays this year were mournful with the loss of my grandmother to her 14-year fight with Huntington’s Corea. Also, as of two weeks ago, my family is buying a new home and that is stressful in it’s own right. LOL! I hope I can be forgiven and you like this chapter! I also want to say that this chapter, while written for the song Collide by Dishwalla, was majorly influenced by Smashing Pumpkins’ Disarm. Both songs are worth the download! Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the chapter!!!!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Harry’s stomach churned as he listened to the one song that he had the most input on. Hearing a month’s worth of events jammed into one four minute song didn’t seem to do it justice.
“When we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love. When we collide…”
It was one of the more beautiful songs on the album; it was played with passion on all parts. This song signaled the beginning of the end.
Chapter 03 - Collide
Harry bolted up in his bed. The visions from Voldemort were getting worse. He had spent all week being brutally and thoroughly trained by the Order of the Phoenix, and a few select Aurors, leaving his mind fatigued and open to the attacks of the Dark Lord.
None of the dreams seemed to catch his attention enough to alert anyone, they just left him feeling as if he hadn’t slept at all. Until Saturday night, when the visions showed Draco. His Draco. His Draco who was torturing. And Killing. And Accepting the Dark Mark.
Harry leaned over the edge of his bed and wretched violently. Trying to bring himself to the present he didn’t realize he was screaming until Ron and Hermione were upon him, holding his shaking form and trying to stop the blood that was running down his forehead.
“Do you think it was V-v-Him?” Ron stage whispered over Harry’s head.
Hermione looked at Ron exasperatedly. “Ronald, what else could it be? Honestly!” Ron had the good grace to look scolded. Hermione went about patching up her best friend’s forehead for the sixth time that week.
Ever since they arrived at Grimmauld Place, Harry had been having visions. And each time his scar would gape and bleed profusely. She was surprised he wasn’t suffering from anemia. She would have to ask Dumbledore if there were any potions Harry could take to help.
When Harry became aware of his surroundings again, all he could remember was the look of utter agony etched into the beautiful face that he had seen in the throes of orgasm not weeks before. When Harry could feel his body again, all he could feel was that of betrayal and fear. Harry threw himself back on the bed and screamed for all he was worth. “NOOO-oooo-Ooooo-!!”
Ron and Hermione jumped off the bed and Ron ran to get Remus who was staying down the hallway. Hermione’s legs seemed to give out from under her. She tried in vain to cover her ears against the haunting scream of her best friend. When Remus entered the room Harry had lapsed into a mantra of sorts. “I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him. I’ll love him,” Harry’s hollow voice repeated.
“Harry,” Remus slowly stepped toward the bed not wanting to startle the young man. “Hermione, go firecall Albus and tell him he’s needed here immediately!” Hermione backed slowly out of the door and took off in a sprint toward the sitting room. Ron stood awkwardly by the door.
Remus stood at the foot of the bed and watched Harry slowly come to himself. He blinked up into the early morning light and when he noticed the two men staring at him he jumped and hurriedly sat up.
“Good morning! What’s up?” Harry smiled like he wasn’t just having a nervous breakdown fifteen seconds prior. Ron’s mouth gaped open and Remus screwed his face up in confusion. Looking at the clock on his bedside table, he addressed the two gob-smacked men staring at him, “Well, training starts in 30 minutes, and I need a shower,” he offered and quickly locked himself into the bathroom.
Albus teetered around the corner just as the water started in the bathroom. Ron and Remus were still staring at the closed door when Albus started questioning them. “Hermione says that Voldemort got to Harry. Where is he?”
“He was screaming and acting like he’d gone a round too many with the Cruciatus, and then just sat up and said he needed a shower,” Ron stated breathlessly. “And now… well, he’s taking a shower.” The group of four all stood staring at the door when the first tendrils of Harry’s shower serenade started.
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Draco woke to the bright morning sun glaring into his eyes. He must have fallen asleep with his curtains open again. It had been two weeks since he had received his Mark and each night there had been more attacks, raids, and murders than any 17-year-old boy should ever have to endure. Even the look of pride on his father’s face wasn’t enough anymore. For the first time, he was beginning to have second thoughts.
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“HARRY! You need to get suited up and apparate with the seventh group. The first four lines are already out and they are falling fast. The Death Eaters aren’t backing down!” Dumbledore screamed into the formal dining area in Grimmauld Place.
The Death Eaters had been attacking for the last three weeks and this one was by far the worst. They had targeted a small Wizarding village about two kilometers from their headquarters. Severus was unable to get any information about the attack until an hour beforehand. His position as a spy was highly suspected within the ranks, and the way things were going, it didn’t look good for the side of Light.
Harry scrambled to get geared up. All those fighting were garbed in full Auror robes complete with enough hex-reflective padding to make one feel suffocated. Even with the full body protection, Harry was nervous. It would be his first time in the field, and four weeks of training only went so far. You could never expect what you were walking into and he prayed that whatever was waiting for him, he would be able to handle.
“Harry! Come on! This is no time to daydream, my boy! We’re sending you out with Ron, Hermione, Jason, Enos, Kara, and Cecil.” Dumbledore pushed Harry into the group that was huddling together in an effort to stay together, readying for their imminent leave. The two females seemed to be vibrating with rage, while the men stood looking for the entire world as if they were bored.
“Ready?” Dumbledore looked into each of the young group’s faces and gave his nod that they were cleared to apparate. Harry took a deep breath and felt himself being squeezed by the apparition until a second later his feet hit murky grass.
Harry gave a quick sweep of the area and quickly dodged an incoming red curse that was spiraling his way. He fired two stunning spells at the perpetrator and heard a satisfying thump as they fell unconscious to the ground.
Quickly running forward, he sent a reflective charm towards a Cruciatus curse that was headed towards Hermione. “Thanks, Harry! How many do you think there are?” Hermione sent two more spells out before turning slightly to eye Harry.
“There’s no telling, Herm,” he threw back before running sideways into a cloud of grey smoke. At a glance, it looked as if there were close to a hundred people in the tiny field. There was only one thought that was running through Harry’s head. It was the only thought that had remained with him for the past three weeks. ‘Please, don’t let me hurt Draco.’
A few yards ahead there were a group, of some forty people, that looked as if they were involved in a morbid light show. He rushed head first into the action and slung as many non-lethal spells as he knew, taking down a few of his own in his hasty actions. When the cluster started thinning out he whirled around to see if he could be of more use elsewhere.
Off to his left, he saw another large gathering, he once again charged. Just as he started thinning out the assembly, a sharp gasp made him look up. The grey eyes that had haunted his days and nights for months were not two yards in front of him. He held his wand level with Draco’s mouth. Just as the spell was about to leave his lips, he saw a tear slid down the blonde’s cheek.
Neither boy seemed able to move. They stood in the middle of the battle unaware of the destruction and death being played out around them. Harry’s mind reeled. Draco stood, looking defeated as his eyes flashed his despair at the Gryffindor. Harry did the only thing he could think of, he stunned Draco and dragged his body towards the holding area for the Death Eaters awaiting Azkaban.
Just as he got to the roped off area, he took off at a dead run through the foliage that led towards Grimmauld Place. Halfway there, he dropped the Slytherin and revived him. “What the fuck are you doing here!” he shouted at the dazed boy.
Draco looked as if he was torn between wanting to crawl into Harry’s arms and cry or just wanting to curse him inches from death. “What do you think, Potter? I reckon the same as you, just different reasons,” he mumbled half-heartedly.
“Oh? And what are your reasons? You really think you will win this war? Draco, you are a stupid, fucking prick and I love you more than anything!” Harry looked more shocked than Draco at his words. The pressure of this battle had finally cracked him. Harry shook his head trying to think of a way to recover with his balls intact.
Draco stood on shaky legs and took baby steps towards Harry. “I came looking for you,” a few tears escaped Draco’s eyes, “I’m ready for my redemption. I was wrong. This is all wrong! Harry, help me. Please! I can’t take it anymore…” The last word was interrupted by the wracking sobs that overtook Draco's slight frame. He fell to his knees at Harry’s feet and sobbed.
Harry stared dumbly at the blonde for a heartbeat or two, when those grey eyes stared into his soul and pleaded. Harry fell into the muddy earth next to Draco and slipped his arms around him where he bowed his head and let his tears fall. He cried one hundred tears for every night he had laid awake praying, to any deity that would listen, for his Draco to find the Light.
Author: mortyys
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: The wonderful art by mayflo
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: The boys of The Bolts are recording their first album, which tells the story of how Harry and Draco came together through The War.
Warnings: War scenes and tearful moments.
Author Notes: I bring my many apologies for being so long getting this chapter out. The holidays this year were mournful with the loss of my grandmother to her 14-year fight with Huntington’s Corea. Also, as of two weeks ago, my family is buying a new home and that is stressful in it’s own right. LOL! I hope I can be forgiven and you like this chapter! I also want to say that this chapter, while written for the song Collide by Dishwalla, was majorly influenced by Smashing Pumpkins’ Disarm. Both songs are worth the download! Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the chapter!!!!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Harry’s stomach churned as he listened to the one song that he had the most input on. Hearing a month’s worth of events jammed into one four minute song didn’t seem to do it justice.
“When we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love. When we collide…”
It was one of the more beautiful songs on the album; it was played with passion on all parts. This song signaled the beginning of the end.
Chapter 03 - Collide
Harry bolted up in his bed. The visions from Voldemort were getting worse. He had spent all week being brutally and thoroughly trained by the Order of the Phoenix, and a few select Aurors, leaving his mind fatigued and open to the attacks of the Dark Lord.
None of the dreams seemed to catch his attention enough to alert anyone, they just left him feeling as if he hadn’t slept at all. Until Saturday night, when the visions showed Draco. His Draco. His Draco who was torturing. And Killing. And Accepting the Dark Mark.
Harry leaned over the edge of his bed and wretched violently. Trying to bring himself to the present he didn’t realize he was screaming until Ron and Hermione were upon him, holding his shaking form and trying to stop the blood that was running down his forehead.
“Do you think it was V-v-Him?” Ron stage whispered over Harry’s head.
Hermione looked at Ron exasperatedly. “Ronald, what else could it be? Honestly!” Ron had the good grace to look scolded. Hermione went about patching up her best friend’s forehead for the sixth time that week.
Ever since they arrived at Grimmauld Place, Harry had been having visions. And each time his scar would gape and bleed profusely. She was surprised he wasn’t suffering from anemia. She would have to ask Dumbledore if there were any potions Harry could take to help.
When Harry became aware of his surroundings again, all he could remember was the look of utter agony etched into the beautiful face that he had seen in the throes of orgasm not weeks before. When Harry could feel his body again, all he could feel was that of betrayal and fear. Harry threw himself back on the bed and screamed for all he was worth. “NOOO-oooo-Ooooo-!!”
Ron and Hermione jumped off the bed and Ron ran to get Remus who was staying down the hallway. Hermione’s legs seemed to give out from under her. She tried in vain to cover her ears against the haunting scream of her best friend. When Remus entered the room Harry had lapsed into a mantra of sorts. “I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him. I’ll love him,” Harry’s hollow voice repeated.
“Harry,” Remus slowly stepped toward the bed not wanting to startle the young man. “Hermione, go firecall Albus and tell him he’s needed here immediately!” Hermione backed slowly out of the door and took off in a sprint toward the sitting room. Ron stood awkwardly by the door.
Remus stood at the foot of the bed and watched Harry slowly come to himself. He blinked up into the early morning light and when he noticed the two men staring at him he jumped and hurriedly sat up.
“Good morning! What’s up?” Harry smiled like he wasn’t just having a nervous breakdown fifteen seconds prior. Ron’s mouth gaped open and Remus screwed his face up in confusion. Looking at the clock on his bedside table, he addressed the two gob-smacked men staring at him, “Well, training starts in 30 minutes, and I need a shower,” he offered and quickly locked himself into the bathroom.
Albus teetered around the corner just as the water started in the bathroom. Ron and Remus were still staring at the closed door when Albus started questioning them. “Hermione says that Voldemort got to Harry. Where is he?”
“He was screaming and acting like he’d gone a round too many with the Cruciatus, and then just sat up and said he needed a shower,” Ron stated breathlessly. “And now… well, he’s taking a shower.” The group of four all stood staring at the door when the first tendrils of Harry’s shower serenade started.
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Draco woke to the bright morning sun glaring into his eyes. He must have fallen asleep with his curtains open again. It had been two weeks since he had received his Mark and each night there had been more attacks, raids, and murders than any 17-year-old boy should ever have to endure. Even the look of pride on his father’s face wasn’t enough anymore. For the first time, he was beginning to have second thoughts.
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“HARRY! You need to get suited up and apparate with the seventh group. The first four lines are already out and they are falling fast. The Death Eaters aren’t backing down!” Dumbledore screamed into the formal dining area in Grimmauld Place.
The Death Eaters had been attacking for the last three weeks and this one was by far the worst. They had targeted a small Wizarding village about two kilometers from their headquarters. Severus was unable to get any information about the attack until an hour beforehand. His position as a spy was highly suspected within the ranks, and the way things were going, it didn’t look good for the side of Light.
Harry scrambled to get geared up. All those fighting were garbed in full Auror robes complete with enough hex-reflective padding to make one feel suffocated. Even with the full body protection, Harry was nervous. It would be his first time in the field, and four weeks of training only went so far. You could never expect what you were walking into and he prayed that whatever was waiting for him, he would be able to handle.
“Harry! Come on! This is no time to daydream, my boy! We’re sending you out with Ron, Hermione, Jason, Enos, Kara, and Cecil.” Dumbledore pushed Harry into the group that was huddling together in an effort to stay together, readying for their imminent leave. The two females seemed to be vibrating with rage, while the men stood looking for the entire world as if they were bored.
“Ready?” Dumbledore looked into each of the young group’s faces and gave his nod that they were cleared to apparate. Harry took a deep breath and felt himself being squeezed by the apparition until a second later his feet hit murky grass.
Harry gave a quick sweep of the area and quickly dodged an incoming red curse that was spiraling his way. He fired two stunning spells at the perpetrator and heard a satisfying thump as they fell unconscious to the ground.
Quickly running forward, he sent a reflective charm towards a Cruciatus curse that was headed towards Hermione. “Thanks, Harry! How many do you think there are?” Hermione sent two more spells out before turning slightly to eye Harry.
“There’s no telling, Herm,” he threw back before running sideways into a cloud of grey smoke. At a glance, it looked as if there were close to a hundred people in the tiny field. There was only one thought that was running through Harry’s head. It was the only thought that had remained with him for the past three weeks. ‘Please, don’t let me hurt Draco.’
A few yards ahead there were a group, of some forty people, that looked as if they were involved in a morbid light show. He rushed head first into the action and slung as many non-lethal spells as he knew, taking down a few of his own in his hasty actions. When the cluster started thinning out he whirled around to see if he could be of more use elsewhere.
Off to his left, he saw another large gathering, he once again charged. Just as he started thinning out the assembly, a sharp gasp made him look up. The grey eyes that had haunted his days and nights for months were not two yards in front of him. He held his wand level with Draco’s mouth. Just as the spell was about to leave his lips, he saw a tear slid down the blonde’s cheek.
Neither boy seemed able to move. They stood in the middle of the battle unaware of the destruction and death being played out around them. Harry’s mind reeled. Draco stood, looking defeated as his eyes flashed his despair at the Gryffindor. Harry did the only thing he could think of, he stunned Draco and dragged his body towards the holding area for the Death Eaters awaiting Azkaban.
Just as he got to the roped off area, he took off at a dead run through the foliage that led towards Grimmauld Place. Halfway there, he dropped the Slytherin and revived him. “What the fuck are you doing here!” he shouted at the dazed boy.
Draco looked as if he was torn between wanting to crawl into Harry’s arms and cry or just wanting to curse him inches from death. “What do you think, Potter? I reckon the same as you, just different reasons,” he mumbled half-heartedly.
“Oh? And what are your reasons? You really think you will win this war? Draco, you are a stupid, fucking prick and I love you more than anything!” Harry looked more shocked than Draco at his words. The pressure of this battle had finally cracked him. Harry shook his head trying to think of a way to recover with his balls intact.
Draco stood on shaky legs and took baby steps towards Harry. “I came looking for you,” a few tears escaped Draco’s eyes, “I’m ready for my redemption. I was wrong. This is all wrong! Harry, help me. Please! I can’t take it anymore…” The last word was interrupted by the wracking sobs that overtook Draco's slight frame. He fell to his knees at Harry’s feet and sobbed.
Harry stared dumbly at the blonde for a heartbeat or two, when those grey eyes stared into his soul and pleaded. Harry fell into the muddy earth next to Draco and slipped his arms around him where he bowed his head and let his tears fall. He cried one hundred tears for every night he had laid awake praying, to any deity that would listen, for his Draco to find the Light.