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| Entry tags: | au hpfanfic, gypsycaravan, hp/dm |
Gypsy Caravan 74/?
A/N Sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy it.
Title: Gypsy Caravan
Author: Witchdragon
Summary: 5-year-old Harry Potter overhears his Aunt complaining to his Uncle about the "freaks" camping nearby. Maybe if they are the same type of "freak" he is they will want him?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: HP/DM, HP/OMC, Severus/OMC, Remus/OMC/OFC, Remus/Sirius and others as the story progresses
Warnings: Under 18 - Harry is still at school. AU, mentions of child abuse, Slash, Violence, Sexual Situations, powerful Harry, manipulative Dumbledore
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy, and standard Hogwarts crew, plus OMC and OFC
Beta: the amazing Rakina and Pheonixfirefly
Author Notes: Pairings and warning could change, so please check every chapter- sorry but I can’t plan ahead. Mudiwa is pronounced (moo-DEE-wah)
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story.
Gabriel grinned sheepishly at his fathers as they glared at him.
"When exactly did you learn a curse that could kill?" Vincent demanded.
"And," added Mudiwa, "What exactly was that necklace?"
Gabriel groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I learned to cast the killing curse several years ago. The necklace was an amulet made by Godric Gryffindor. It was created to capture a wizard’s magic if they were mentally unstable or if they had been found guilty of a horrible crime."
"Why have we never heard of them?" Severus asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Godric destroyed all that he could find."
“Why?”
"They were being used against innocent people as a way to enslave them," Draco answered, earning a glare from his boyfriend.
"Could that have happened to you? Could Dumbledore have enslaved you?" Soto asked softly.
"Yes," Gabriel whispered.
"That's it!" Adonis shouted as he sat up, pushing at Severus to let him off the bed. "We are taking you home, and getting the hell away from here!"
"Adonis, please, I have to stay. I can't leave everyone at the mercy of Voldemort. Anyway, we have always known it would come to this. I've been training to fight Voldemort since I was eight."
Adonis slumped back into the bed with a defeated sigh. "I know, but we should be protecting you. And look what those two arses made you do!"
"They won’t try it again. Anyway, Voldy is going to be coming after me here at Hogwarts. I need to be here to meet him and, hopefully, finally defeat him."
"We will need to get our stuff."
"Don’t worry about it, Baba. I can set up a triangulation spell, and Apparate all of the buses onto the grounds here."
"Yay, we get to stay!" squealed the little ones, and they began bouncing around the infirmary. And madam Pomfrey came in and hexed them *g*
November 1st, 9pm
Gabriel crawled into bed, his whole body aching. He was still recovering from his injuries. A small pink scar ran across his chest; it would fade with time but never completely disappear. His family was settled into their tents outside near the Quidditch pitch. The Apparition spell had worked well, but it had taken a lot of energy to complete and now all Gabriel wanted to do was sleep. With a soft moan he settled into the bed, reached down, and tried to pull the covers up, but his fingertips just barely touched them.
"Poor baby," cooed Draco, sitting down on the bed.
Slowly he took in the sight of his boyfriend’s body. Soft golden skin covered sleek muscles, just the tips of hipbones showed over white cotton pajama bottoms. His breath caught at the sight of the pink scar, and with a trembling hand Draco carefully reached out and traced it. Gabriel sighed softly at the touch. Draco bent over and began to kiss and lick the raised pink skin. He started at the bottom of the scar, grinning as Gabriel's sensitive skin twitched under his touch. Gabriel’s skin was silky and warm beneath his mouth, while the scar was rough against his tongue. When Draco reached Gabriel’s nipple he paid special attention to the soft pink nub. Gabriel bucked and moaned underneath him. Having such a powerful and sexy man beneath him inflamed Draco’s blood. With a groan he laid on top of Gabriel, his fingers gripping the heaving sides as he continued to lick and nip at the sensitive flesh.
Gabriel reached up and slid his fingers into silken blond hair. “That feels so good,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Emboldened, Draco continued to map his lover’s chest with his lips and hands until his chin reached the waistband of Gabriel’s sleep pants. Looking down he saw the evidence of Gabriel’s enjoyment. Nervously, he rubbed his cheek along the firm bulge.
“Draco!” Gabriel called out, arching in pleasure.
Tentatively Draco took hold of the cotton and pulled it down Gabriel’s hips. Once the pants were off, Draco laid between the muscular thighs. His breath came in soft pants that teased Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel whimpered softly at the faint contact.
Draco knew about blow jobs, but he’d never received one, nor given one. Taking a deep breath of the clean, musky scent, Draco leaned in and gently licked the hard flesh. Gabriel trembled and moaned his name. Happy with the response, Draco continued to lick Gabriel’s prick. The shaft was hard and almost throbbing under his tongue, yet the skin was so soft and silky. The head peeked out of the foreskin and the foreskin tickled his tongue. The precome was salty and bitter, but Draco found he liked it. Slowly he took the head into his mouth. He moaned softly as the feeling of Gabriel’s hard flesh in his mouth made his own cock ache with need and leak against the silk of his boxers.
Draco was able to get half of Gabriel’s cock into his mouth comfortably and used his hand to cover the rest moving them in tandem. If Gabriel’s moans and shaking thighs were anything to go by, Draco was doing well for his first blow job. Finding a steady rhythm, Draco experimented with different levels of suction, hand movements, and teasing the slit with his tongue. It wasn’t long before Gabriel was clutching his hair in warning.
“Draco… Goddess, so good… I’m going to come.”
For a moment Draco thought about stopping, but quickly decided against it.
“Draco you’re so hot. Your mouth feels so good, so hot and wet. I’m going to… oh… oh… oh… Draco!”
Gabriel’s body shook and his back arched as came into Draco’s mouth. Draco drank him down, not letting any of him go. When Gabriel collapsed back onto the bed panting, Draco released the softening flesh and laid his head in the curve of Gabriel’s hip. Suddenly hands reached down and pulled him up Gabriel’s body, where he was fiercely kissed.
“That was incredible; your mouth is so hot! I don’t think I will ever be able to look at your sweet, pink lips again without thinking of them wrapped around me.”
Draco blushed and then squeaked as he was rolled onto his back. Gabriel unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his way down his chest, paying attention to his nipples as his chest was exposed. It felt good, and when Gabriel bit the soft pink nubs Draco felt it in his cock, but he could tell that Gabriel’s nipples were much more sensitive. Agile fingers undid the buttons on his trousers, and easily pulled them off. Gabriel’s breath was hot against his cock, and Draco was disappointed when that lush red mouth passed his aching flesh and began kissing his stomach. Impatiently, he pressed his needy flesh into Gabriel’s chest trying to get the attention where he wanted it. Gabriel just chuckled and continued as he wanted. Draco scowled at the black head bent over him, until the tip of Gabriel’s tongue teased along his hipbone. With a cry he arched his body, shocked at the pleasure that inflamed every cell. Gasping, he looked down to see wicked green eyes. Slowly Gabriel bent his head to Draco’s hipbone. Draco panted, not sure if he wanted to experience the intensity of pleasure again, when Gabriel took the choice from him. Hands held him down as his hipbones were ravaged by Gabriel’s mouth. Within minutes Draco was begging for release. Swiftly Gabriel moved from the now red skin to Draco’s cock, and sucked down the long rosy flesh, moaning at the taste and feel of it in his mouth. Draco screamed, clutching frantically at Gabriel’s hair. His body was torn apart in overwhelming pleasure. Losing control, Draco thrust into Gabriel’s mouth and came violently.
Draco felt Gabriel move up the bed, and was then wrapped up in his arms. “Are you okay?”
“That was amazing,” Draco answered, his voice soft.
Gabriel pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head. “For me, too. Stay with me tonight?”
Draco snuggled into the warm chest. “As I’m not even sure I could move right now, yeah.”
The last thing Draco knew, the soft duvet was covering their entwined bodies.
Sunday, November 2nd
Gabriel woke entwined with Draco; happiness flowed through him as he snuggled in closer to the warm body. Deciding to skip his morning workout, Gabriel let his mind wander. Draco was in his arms; his family was safe at Hogwarts with him, and Dumbledore and Fudge had agreed to make the changes he felt were important. All he had left to do was to work out how to defeat Voldy. Gabriel had read almost all of the Dark Arts books in the Founders’ library and so far he had come up with nothing.
The spells which talked about immortality just didn’t fit with what Voldemort was. One spell let your soul transfer from a dying body into a baby’s body. Another seemed to be the original version of wizarding paint that made portraits alive. Voldemort didn’t fit those spells.
Carefully, Gabriel sat up, propping himself against the headboard he grabbed the next book in the pile. His brow wrinkled as he read the title, Heroes Against the Dark. Quickly, he realized it was a book of stories in which the hero or heroine defeated a Dark wizard, or witch as the case might be. Hoping to get a clue as to what Voldemort had done to become immortal, Gabriel began to read.
An hour later, Gabriel was stroking Draco’s hair as Draco slept with his head pillowed on Gabriel's thigh, when Gabriel found what he was looking for. It was the tale of Helen and a Dark wizard no one could kill. A Seer told Helen that the wizard had split his soul into two pieces and that was what kept him alive. That just might be it, Gabriel thought excitedly. The Dark wizard looked less human after splitting his soul, and yet he'd gained power. Finally, feeling there was hope for ending the war and defeating Voldy, Gabriel read on:
Helen held the sword behind her back as she approached the evil wizard. “I can’t defeat you,” she whispered, stepping closer even as fear gripped her heart.
“No, my child, you cannot. Join me instead; stand by my side and we will rule together.”
Helen was grateful for her small stature; it frequently made people underestimate her. Smiling, she struck, driving the sword deep into his stomach she channeled her magic through it. A soul was meant to be whole, and Helen hoped that her magic would be able to bring the two pieces together. Not only would she be able to end the Dark Lord’s reign, but maybe she could save the soul of the man he’d been before evil had taken him over. Not exactly sure how to fit a soul together, Helen focused instead on how her magic felt when she was repairing a broken dish. And so her magic reached out and pulled the broken shard of soul to her and fused the two pieces together.
Her delicate body began to shake, and sweat glistened and plastered her white-blonde hair to her forehead as she continued to send her magic into the Dark Lord. He screamed, yet the power of her magic made it impossible for him to fight back. Tears ran down her cheeks as she forced the very last of her magic, and her life, into the man and his soul was restored. The last thing she heard was a soft, whispered, “Thank you.”
The Earth brought the two bodies into herself. The next summer Helen’s parents saw a unicorn grazing on the site where Helen had sacrificed herself. When the beautiful animal had moved on, a new plant was found growing there. Helen’s parents named it unicorn’s breath….
Gabriel exhaled shakily. Was this the answer he had been searching for? Would he need to give his life in order to defeat Voldemort? Re-reading the story, Gabriel felt his heart sink. First, he needed to be sure that Voldemort had chosen to split his soul. He wanted to get up and walk around, but if he moved suddenly Draco would ask what was wrong and right now Gabriel wasn’t sure he could lie. Draco shifted against his thigh. Gabriel had felt his breathing change several minutes ago and was wondering when he would fully wake up.
“Gabriel?”
“Yes.”
“I understand why you and Severus kept my sister from me. Now that I know she’s alive, I certainly can’t imagine being in the same room as my father. It hurts not knowing anything about her, but I understand.”
“Honestly, Tatiana will tell you anything you want to know, she loves to talk about herself,” Gabriel said playfully.
“I really do want to get to know her,” Draco said softly. Gathering his courage he asked, “Tell me about how you found her?”
“She was in France; they were both left by the side of the road by your house-elf Dobby. We healed them, with Severus’ help, and here they are.”
Draco snorted and moved so he was straddling Gabriel’s lap, facing him. His gray eyes were determined. “You know what I mean. How did you even find her?”
“I’m empathic, Draco. When you handed me your father’s list for the potions ingredients, I saw it all. What they were going to do and where they would be.”
“That sounds like more than just empathy,” Draco insisted.
“Well,” answered Gabriel sheepishly. “I’m a bit psychic too, I have dreams and I can pick up on things from people and the things they have touched.”
“And what have you found out about me?”
“Nothing, Draco. Normally I keep up shields so I’m not bombarded by emotions and impressions. Sometimes I can feel what you’re feeling if it is very strong, but other than that, nothing.”
“Okay. Now back to my sister, how was she when you found her?”
Gabriel’s green eyes were filled with concern. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes, I need to know. Please tell me.”
“Both Aubrey and Tatiana were in pain. Their nervous systems were in shock and severely damaged. Tatiana suffered from heart damage and Aubrey had damage to his lungs. We called in Severus for help and he was amazing. He brewed so many potions and came by every day to check on them. We wouldn’t have been able to save them if not for all his help.”
Draco leaned forward and kissed Gabriel. “Thank you.”
In silence they held each other, each lost in their own thoughts.
“Gabriel, have you ever had a dream about me?”
Gabriel gave a throaty, masculine chuckle. “I dream about you all the time.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Not like that. Have you ever dreamt about something happening to me?”
“No, I’ve had other dreams about the school, but you seem to stay out of trouble all on your own,” Gabriel said thinking of the dreams he’d had and the help he’d offered. “The diary!” he shouted remembering the dream he’d had about Ginny Weasley. “We need to see Severus; I hope he still has it.”
“What are you talking about?” Draco snarled as Gabriel pushed him off his lap.
“I think I know how to destroy Voldy! But I need to see something first.”
Thirty minutes later they'd found Severus in his office grading essays, a pot of red ink set in front of him.
“Severus, do you still have the diary?” Gabriel asked frantically.
Severus quirked an eyebrow at Gabriel’s behavior. “The one Miss Weasley brought me?”
“Yes!”
“It is in my quarters. I can get it for you later.”
“No, I need it now Severus, please,” Gabriel begged, reaching out and clasping Severus’ left hand and tugging him up.
“Why is this so important?” Severus insisted even as he stood and allowed Gabriel to pull him towards the door.
“I have no idea,” Draco answered as he watched his boyfriend worriedly.
They were halfway across the room, when both men gasped in pain. “I have to go,” Severus said, his Dark Mark burning.
Gabriel began to shake, his eyes wide. “He knows about what happened here yesterday. He knows how close you are with my family. He’s so angry, so very angry. He wants to know why you haven’t told him, why his trusted servant would keep something like this from him.”
Normally the call to join Voldemort was quick, but somehow Gabriel was keeping the connection open and the pain drove them both to their knees.
Draco quickly cast privacy charms around the room, and locked the door so no one could spy on them. He was grateful he knew about Gabriel’s psychic abilities. Quickly he went to Severus’ cabinet and got two pain-relieving potions while listening intently to what Gabriel was saying.
“He questions your loyalty. He plans on killing you if you prove to be a spy for Dumbledore,” Gabriel gritted out through clenched teeth, fighting the pain.
“Gabriel, let go,” Severus insisted, trying to pry Gabriel’s fingers from his arm. “No more, you’re hurting yourself.”
Gabriel didn’t even feel his scar open up, or the blood that trickled down his face. “He wants you to bring him…my family. They’re only worthless Squibs, and you will have no problems turning them over to him. He will use them as bait, and then kill them all. Except maybe for Lucius’ daughter. He has always found the Malfoys attractive and if she is pretty maybe he will train her… NO! NO! NO!” Gabriel screamed pulling away from Severus and vomiting on the floor.
Draco rushed forward. “Gabriel, are you all right?”
“No, don’t touch me,” he whimpered backing away from Draco’s outstretched hand.
“Draco, can I have a vial please?”
Draco reluctantly turned from Gabriel and handed his godfather a vial of pain potion. "What happened?" Draco asked.
"I don’t know. Somehow Gabriel seemed to intensify the connection with Voldemort."
A whimper of pain drew their attention.
"Gabriel, Draco has a potion for you to take," Severus said soothingly.
Gabriel backed further away curling in on himself.
"Severus what's wrong with him? How do we help him?"
"His shields are completely down, and right now he can't block any emotions surrounding him. We need his fathers."
"I'll get them," Draco said jumping up, when suddenly there was a flash of flame, and a phoenix landed next to Gabriel and began to sing. The song was breathtakingly beautiful and so soft even the stone they sat on felt comfortable. Slowly Gabriel began to sit up as his body stopped shaking.
"Thank you Mbiriviri." Gabriel reached out and stroked the lovely blue, green and purple feathers. "That was truly disgusting," he said, turning back to his vision. "Voldy's mind is a really gross place. He doesn't trust you Severus; he wants you to bring me to him."
"What are you going to do?" Draco asked, his eyes darting between the two men.
"You can't go back. He will kill you," Gabriel insisted.
Severus nodded and then flinched as the Dark Lord called him again. "He will just get more insistent every time he calls. I don't know how I can stop it."
Gabriel sat up straighter. "Let me see your arm, but don't touch me."
Severus unbuttoned his cuff and pulled his sleeve up high enough to expose the Dark Mark. Gabriel held his hand over the mark and sent a small amount of magic into it, testing to find its boundaries and purpose.
"Okay, I think this is a vampire bonding mark. There are several variations, but this one is for slaves. It leeches life and magic out of you; it demands your obedience, and can punish you when the master wishes."
"Are there other types of bonding marks?" Draco asked.
"Certainly. There are marks for servants, companions and clan members," Gabriel said as he continued to magically examine the mark. "Okay, I can undo this. It's a basic slave brand, just unusual because it was cast in Parseltongue."
"What do you need?" Severus inquired, hopeful his Mark could be removed soon.
"Nothing, I should be able to do it right now."
"Except that you won’t!"
Gabriel looked up into the worried eyes of his dad. "But..."
"No, your body has been overloaded. You need to rest."
"Dad, Severus needs my help. Voldy is hurting him and it will only get worse."
"What happened?" Vincent asked as he walked over and wrapped his arms around his son.
Gabriel sighed and leaned back into his father's embrace.
"I was touching Severus when he got called by Voldy and I saw what that evil bastard was thinking. He knows that Severus is close to us. Voldy wants to use that to get to me, and then he'll kill Severus." Gabriel took a deep breath, his voice cracking as he continued. "He was excited to hear about Tatiana, he wants her as a pet or something. Daddy, the images in his head…"
"Hush, baby," Vincent said rocking them back and forth. "She's safe. No one will touch her here."
Draco’s eyes blazed in anger. "There are some students here who want to be Death Eaters, who think Voldemort is right. We will need to protect her from them."
"Don’t worry, Draco. We will all keep her safe," Severus reassured his godson, his voice tight with pain.
Gabriel turned worried, wet eyes to his dad. "I need to help him. Please Dad. You can ground me, together we can do it."
Vincent sighed. "Tell me what's going to happen."
"I just need to undo the slave mark. It shouldn't take too long. But I will need to remove the connection Voldy has to him, that could be tricky." Gabriel said softly and quickly, trying and failing to downplay how difficult that part would be. "Then I will seal up the magical wound and ta-da, a Voldy-free arm." Gabriel smiled brightly at his dad who was glaring at him.
"Won’t you have to be fully open so you can feel their individual magic in order to separate it?"
"Yes."
"And won't that open you up to their memories and emotions?"
"Yes."
Vincent was quiet for a moment, and then turned to Draco. "We will need Mudiwa. Can you get him without letting the others know what we're doing?"
"Of course I can," Draco said, slightly affronted. "I'll be back in a moment."
"We will be in my quarters," Severus let him know.
"I'll be back soon." With one last longing look at Gabriel, Draco left.
"Come along. We’ll get comfortable while we wait for Draco and Mudiwa to return."
Soon they were spread out on Severus’ bed. Severus was propped up against the headboard with several pillows, while Gabriel sat on his left side between Vincent's legs.
"Uncle Severus!"
"We're in the bedroom, Draco."
The Slytherin walked in, his arms crossed in front of him. Behind him, Mudiwa and Adonis entered the bedroom.
Mudiwa walked right over to the bed and wrapped his long muscular arms around his family. "What do you need me to do?"
"Keep us grounded," Vincent answered as he settled back against his husband.
Adonis crossed the bedroom, and climbed onto the bed on the other side of Severus. "Will it be a problem if I'm touching Severus?"
Gabriel tilted his head to the side as he though it over. "If you can keep yourself calm and grounded then it shouldn't be a problem at all."
"Good," Adonis said as he slid in behind his lover, wrapping his golden arms around him. Severus stiffened for a moment, unused to such physical affection in front of his godson and, sadly, in his own bedroom. "I like your rooms," Adonis whispered against his ear. “I hope I get to come and see them again."
"I'm sure something can be arranged," Severus said softly, his cheeks flushing slightly at his godson's smirk.
"Draco, I would like you to stay and keep watch over us. Please don’t touch anyone or use any magic during the ritual, but afterwards I'm sure we will need some help."
Draco reached his hand out wanting to touch his boyfriend, but instead pulled back, letting his hand drop uselessly to his side. "I'll stay."
Gabriel smiled softly. "Thank you, Draco.”
“Cherub,” Mudiwa said softly.
“Yes, Baba.”
“Afterwards, will you feel they way you did in Turkey?”
Gabriel stiffened, his voice soft. “Maybe, I don’t know exactly what will happen.”
“We will be here and ready then.”
Gabriel nodded and taking a deep breath, reached out for Severus’ arm.