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| Entry tags: | au hpfanfic, gypsy caravan, hp/dm |
Gypsy Caravan 77/?
Title: Gypsy Caravan
Author: Witchdragon 77/?
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
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.
Formatting is being shifty- so if you notice anything please let me know.
Chapter Seventy-seven
Extra warning: Gabriel acting like a typical angsty teenager and being rather silly.
Saturday, November 30th
Voldemort stood before his followers, watching everyone closely. He knew not all were loyal to him, and he suspected several were spies or planned to offer information in return for asylum. The meeting was just about finished; everyone had reported on the current status of their projects, at least those he was okay with others knowing about. Now it was time to see how many would sell him out.
“On December the 20th we will attack Diagon Alley as it will be full of people doing their holiday shopping. We will attack just after the Ministry closes for the day, it should be evening by then so our vampire allies will be able to fight by our side.”
His Death Eaters cheered, and Voldemort basked in their adoration. “Go home and prepare, soon I will call.” Reaching out a pale, skeletal finger he pointed to Malfoy and the leaders of the werewolf and vampire clans who had decided to join him. “You will stay behind and talk with me.”
It took only a few minutes for the hall at Riddle Manor to clear so Voldemort could speak privately with these men. Normally he would leave everything to the last minute, but it would be better if some things could be in place. “The six of you are my leaders, and need to know more about my plans. I am trusting you to tell no one else until absolutely necessary.” The six of them nodded and Voldemort continued. “We will attack the Ministry on the 20th, not Diagon Alley. Once Dumbledore and his fiery chickens have all flown to the rescue a ward will be cast trapping them, while others attack elsewhere. Several Death Eaters will be Polyjuiced to look like my strongest followers in order to lure Dumbledore to the Ministry. Smoke, I want you and your clan at the Ministry,” Voldemort said cringing at the stupid name of the werewolf leader. At least Smoke was angry and obedient.
Turning to the most unstable of the three vampire leaders, Voldemort continued. “Merrik, I want you at the ministry also. The two of you and your clans will increase the level of fear. Your strength and viciousness will be of great benefit. I will call everyone to me at five in the evening, but in fact we will not attack the Ministry until nine.”
“Those who spy on me will tell their masters about the attack on Diagon
Alley in the early evening, and when it doesn’t happen they will not only be confused, they will also let their guard down.” Voldemort smiled as much as his snakelike face would allow. “Minister Fudge has a very important meeting with a foreign diplomat at 8:30 that evening in his office. After that the real attack will begin.”
As Voldemort continued to outline his plan Lucius smiled, as did the others. They had no doubt that as of December 21st the wizarding world would be theirs.
Sunday, December 1st. 10am
Dumbledore sighed heavily hoping to get Harry Potter to react to him. He knew that Voldemort would be attacking soon, and he needed to get the boy on his side. Fudge wanted to threaten Potter with imprisonment for casting an Unforgivable. Unfortunately, as they had demanded it of him, that wouldn’t work out very well. Hopefully he could reach Harry through more compassionate means.
“Mr. Dragonheart, I have just received some very disturbing news. Voldemort is planning on attacking Diagon Alley just before Christmas. This is a huge increase of activity for Voldemort; until now his activities have always been quiet and out of public view.” Looking sorrowfully at the stoic boy he continued. “We need to start training you. Both Minister Fudge and I have done as you asked, and now it’s time for you to hold up your part of the bargain.”
“Professor Dumbledore, I said that I would fight Voldemort, but I never agreed to train with you, or with Fudge.” The boy snorted rudely. “As for the payment for my services, you have been doing things to help unite the school, and I’m grateful for that; however Fudge has done very little. So little, in fact, that I have sent copies of all treaties with magical beings, which the wizarding world has broken, to all the Wizengamot members.”
Hiding his trembling hands under his desk, Dumbledore barely masked his fury. How dare the boy do this! “Mr. Dragonheart, I assure you that Minister Fudge is doing his best to get your requests met in the most efficient way possible.”
“I must disagree, and anyway that doesn’t matter, do you want me to fight Voldemort when he attacks next?”
“No, no my boy. We will begin training you once the winter break has begun.”
The boy actually sneered at him. “I don’t need or want your training!”
Letting his eyes become frosty Dumbledore gazed directly into Potter’s green eyes. “It would be a shame if something happened to your family, if you were unable to protect them, if Voldemort got hold of them.”
Oh, he’d finally gotten to the boy. Harry's cheeks flushed with anger. “Don’t you dare threaten my family! I can and will protect them and defeat Voldemort.” Standing up he stormed to the door without asking permission to leave.
“Mr. Potter… Harry, we really need to work together.”
“My name is Gabriel Dragonheart. I don’t know who you want me to be, but this is who I am. And don’t ever threaten my family again!”
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair as he heard Potter stomp down the staircase. Hopefully the deaths of those in Diagon Alley would bring some sense to the boy. He had to get rid of Potter's family. Maybe one of his spies could Portkey them to Voldemort in order to gain greater favor. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. Popping a lemon drop into his mouth Dumbledore began to plan.
Gabriel pushed out of the doors of the great hall and strode in. He was still furious with Dumbledore and had spent the rest of the morning raging, throwing spells, and trying to figure out how to keep everyone safe. He didn’t want to be here, and didn’t want to get interrogated by Draco, who looked rather put out at the moment. However, letting Dumbles win was not okay, and so here he was, headphones in place, Aurora around his neck and his outfit screaming his mood for everyone to see. He was dressed in tight flat black boots, denims and a tee shirt. Nothing looked soft or inviting, and several students shifted away from him as he walked by their table. Sneering at those staring at him, Gabriel sat down next to Draco and filled his plate with sandwiches, which he slathered spicy mustard on. Before he could take a bite, the headmaster addressed him. “Mr. Dragonheart, I must confess to being quite curious as to what you listen to through your little device. Would you be willing to share your music?”
Gabriel dropped his sandwich and turned to glare at the Dumbledore. It took a moment before he realized the headmaster was trying to make things all right between them. He wanted to show that he cared and was interested in how Gabriel was. The old man was still playing games. Well, he wasn’t the only one capable of playing. With a bright smile that scared many Gabriel chirped, “I’d be happy to.”
Setting down his headphones, Gabriel cast a spell on them so the whole hall could hear and turned back to his lunch. The first song was a haunting piece by the Russian band Theodor Bastard*. Looking up to the head table, Gabriel saw McGonagall whispering to Dumbledore; obviously she didn’t think this was such a good idea. Turning, he saw Severus, whose brows furrowed as he recognized the song but couldn’t place it. Severus knew not all of Gabriel's music was appropriate for children, and was probably hoping that this tape was all Russian music, but it wasn’t. In fact Gabriel called this particular mix ‘teen-angst’ and the songs were all rather angry.
Gabriel moved slightly with the music as he ate. Everyone followed his example and went back to their own lunch. Several songs had played with only one or two other people knowing what the lyrics were as they were all in other languages, but now came the American bit. Gabriel raised his eyes and winked at Severus who was glaring at him. Severus hated this tape and had just recognized what it was. Soft guitar filled the air as Metallica’s Unforgiven began.
Out of the corner of his eye Gabriel watched the head table to see if the adults could even figure the lyrics out, and how they would take it. Remus seemed to understand what the song was saying and focused intently on his own meal. Gabriel could tell the lyrics expressed how the werewolf felt sometimes.
Gabriel stilled as Draco put a hand on his thigh, the fingers tightening as the lyrics spoke to him too. While Gabriel usually didn’t feel so trapped, others in this room felt like this every day, and had for years. Hopefully the next song, while validating, would lighten the mood. Placing his hand onto one of Draco’s Gabriel interlaced their fingers, offering comfort and support.
As a drum pounded Severus’ glare intensified and Seamus shouted in delight as We're Not Going To Take It played. Next several of the Muggle-borns, including Hermione, sung along with Invincible by Pat Benatar.
As the song finished Gabriel leaned over and kissed Draco on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, all right?”
“Yes, and we will be discussing your current mood.” Draco raised a silver-white eyebrow as if asking if Gabriel would challenge him.
Wisely Gabriel answered, “Of course.”
As he stood to go, Seamus shouted, “Oi, Gabriel, let's hear one more!”
Gabriel’s evil smile returned as he dug through his bag and pulled out a new tape. “This one is just for you, Seamus.”
A soft voice with a southern twang said, “This is how it feels to be alone at the top of the hill and trying to figure out why.”
“Bloody hell!” shouted Seamus. “I know this song!” Jumping up he walked towards Gabriel singing along. “Oh Lord, it’s hard to humble, when you're perfect in every way.”
Gabriel laughed and joined Seamus in the middle of the Great Hall. Together they sang and acted out the words. The students gaped in shock, several of them blushing as Gabriel and Seamus flipped their hair and preened.
“To know me is to love me, I must be one hell of a man. Oh Lord, it’s hard to be humble but I’m doing the best that I can.”
The students began to giggle and tried to stifle them so they could still
hear the song. Sirius sang along loudly and rather proudly. Remus’ eyes
sparkled with amusement as he watched his lover. The other staff laughed at
the antics of the students and Professor Black. Severus sat back looking smug and planning what Adonis would have to do to make up for having to put up with Gabriel.
Gabriel turned so his back was facing the tables and slowly bent over as he sung. “Some folks say I’m egotistical. Hell, I don’t even know what that means. I guess it has something to do with the way I fill out my skin-tight blue jeans.”
Seamus slapped GAbriel's arse while he was bent over increasing the catcalls and laughter. When the song ended Gabriel and Seamus were laughing and holding each other up. “How did you know that song?”
“My Grandfather has always loved the wild west,” Seamus answered, blushing.
“That is the best song ever!” Sirius shouted from the headtable.
“Thank you gentlemen,” Dumbledore said. “After this entertainment I am sure you will all be happy to hear that Gabriel and his family have set a date for the dance.” Dumbledore gestured for Gabriel to tell everyone.
“So as not to interfere with classes, we will be holding the dance on December the 20th, the last day of school before the winter break. The dance will start at 7pm and is open to all years. At 9pm it ends, and then begins again for the sixth and seventh years. Dress casually in wizard or Muggle fashions.” The hall broke out into excited whispers.
6pm
Gabriel felt perfectly content as he looked around the circle. He was having dinner with his family and tonight Severus and Draco were joining them. Adonis’ bracelet flashed in the firelight as he passed around bowls of food. Mudiwa had made a spicy groundnut stew tonight, and Gabriel was looking forward to the African dish.
Severus trailed his fingers along Adonis’ hand as he took the bowl from him. Gabriel smiled; everyone was pleased by their engagement and plans for their bonding ceremony were already being discussed, much to Severus’ displeasure. Gabriel had a bet going to see if Severus would be able to convince Adonis to elope with him.
“So, other than causing scenes during lunch, how is school going?” Soto asked, his amusement obvious.
Choosing to ignore the teasing, Gabriel just answered the question. “Really well. The fire crabs are thriving. Hagrid cried the other day when we found two nests with eggs. Hermione and I are working on a paper for Transfiguration on the Animagus spell. Ron is warming up to me, he has been sitting next to me in Charms, but I think it's because he has a little crush on Pansy.”
Gabriel paused for a moment to take a bit of the spicy stew, moaning softly at the taste. “Our Herbology project with Neville is going really well. Neville and Draco are even getting along. Blaise and I have discovered that we both love music, he plays the cello.”
“They play in the common room, at least twice a week,” Draco explained with fond exasperation.
“I’m finding school to be rather fun. I get along with most of the other students and a fair number of the teachers,” Gabriel said, shrugging and taking more of the stiff corn paste to scoop up his stew. “I do miss traveling and performing though.”
“We worked that out at lunch,” Severus said rolling his eyes. “Dinner is very good, Mudiwa, thank you.”
“Yes,” Draco added remembering his manners. The gypsies were so relaxed that he easily forgot proper etiquette. “I’ve never had anything with this flavoring. I can taste the ginger, spicy pepper, onion, and maybe garlic; what am I missing?
Mudiwa puffed with pride at his favorite uncle’s* dish being enjoyed so much. “You're probably trying to place the groundnuts, or peanut butter.”
Severus and Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ve never had peanut butter, Father said it was too Muggle.” Draco said with amazement.
“Indeed, I’ve learned a great deal from the Dragonheart clan,” Severus added. Adonis beamed wickedly, causing giggles and chuckles to erupt. Severus blushed. “That’s not what I meant!”
“We know,” Elena soothed as she rubbed her belly. “We have learned a lot from you too.”
“Thank you. How are you feeling?”
“Very well, thank you. I’m just beginning my fourth month and the morning sickness is much less.”
“If you need anything, please let me know.”
Elena smiled softly. “Thank you, Severus.”
Gabriel set his empty bowl down and leaned into Draco. So far he hadn’t had any luck in finding anything that could help him when he healed Voldemort’s soul. The thought of leaving everyone behind broke his heart, but he would fight to save them. He loved every one of his family members so much that he would willingly give his life for them. With a soft sigh Gabriel watched his family laugh and talk, soaking in every moment with them in the hopes that wherever he went when he died he could take his memories with him.
Gabriel was still feeling the need to take in every moment and every experience possible as he and Draco walked back to their dorm. Gabriel held tightly to his boyfriend’s hand, focusing on the comfort the warm soft touch gave him. Draco’s long fingers were wrapped around his, encasing them in strength and protection. As they walked Draco would unconsciously tug and push Gabriel’s hand in order to guide him around rough stones. Gabriel found it adorable and snuggled closer to Draco as they walked.
Once back in the Slytherin common room they sat on the couch and talked to their friends. Gabriel had introduced several Muggle board games and soon they were into yet another heated game of Cluedo. Gabriel had always enjoyed Cluedo, but playing the game with Slytherins was an amazingly fun thing. They became quite vicious, constantly trying to mislead and hide what they had. Their sneakiness came to the forefront, and Gabriel decided that the rifts between Slytherin and the rest of the houses must have occurred in part due to the others losing horribly at games.
After Blaise had done a very enthusiastic victory dance around the common room, Draco insisted that they go to bed. Gabriel laughed at Draco’s sulking and happily said goodnight, as he was dragged to their dorm room.
Gabriel had continued to go to bed earlier than the others. Sometimes Draco would stay up and talk with his friends, especially when Blaise, Pansy and he would train with Severus or refine their plotting to get away from the Dark Lord. Sometimes Draco wanted time with his boyfriend, or time to read. More often than not Gabriel would fall asleep while Draco was engrossed in one of the Potions tomes from the Founder’s library.
Gabriel smiled softly while Draco got ready for bed and complained how Blaise obviously had been cheating the entire time. Once they lay down and pulled Draco’s silk sheet over them, Gabriel was met with a rather angry stare.
“What is going on with you tonight? You've been looking at everyone and everything as if you’re about to disappear and you don’t want to forget anything.” When Gabriel flushed and looked away not offering any answers, Draco was livid. “That's exactly what you're doing, isn’t it!”
“Draco, I’m sorry. I was so happy at dinner having you and the rest of my family together, and I just don’t want to give any of it up,” Gabriel pleaded hoping Draco would understand.
“You’re not going to die!”
“I’m not giving up,” Gabriel said firmly. “I do, however, need to plan for every possibility.”
Draco’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Like what?”
“Well,” Gabriel began cautiously. “I might die. I might live and be fine. I could live and have no magic left. I could be physically disabled in some way. I could wind up in a coma. Who knows, but I want to have everything sorted out and ready for any of those possibilities.”
“Where do I fit into those plans?”
“I don’t know, as I don’t know what plans you have for your own future, or what kind of life you want to have. I cannot imagine living in the wizarding world if I have no magic.”
“I have no idea what I want. Right now my entire focus is on getting away from my parents and Voldemort.”
“What about Hydrus? I know you care about him, most of your letters to your mum are asking about how he's doing.”
“I don’t know. I’ve always kept it in the back of my mind that once I was safe and settled I would figure out how to get him.”
“I have no doubt that you will protect your brother and keep both of you safe. And if I’m here I will do everything I can to help.”
Draco snarled and rolled on top of his boyfriend. “You will still be here! Stop saying you won’t; don’t give up!”
Gabriel smiled up at his lover, his green eyes wet. “Draco Malfoy, I love you, and I will fight with all that I am to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Draco gasped, his own gray eyes suspiciously shiny. “I love you too. And you'd damned well better survive or I will never forgive you for leaving me.” Pressing their lips together Draco kissed his love fiercely, growling low in his throat as Gabriel submitted to him completely. Hands frantically removed pajama bottoms, and soon they were frotting against each other, moans disappearing as they kissed.
Gabriel grabbed Draco’s hips stilling his movements. “Wait,” he panted. He rubbed his fingers on the pale hipbones and smirked as Draco shuddered in pleasure. “I want you inside of me.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate Draco’s lust-fogged mind. “We haven’t done that yet.”
“I know.” Gabriel looked up at Draco through his fringe. “Do you need me to prepare myself?”
Draco gasped as his body tightened. “Merlin, don’t talk like that or I won’t be able to do anything!” Blushing, Draco buried his face in his lover’s neck. “I’ve read about what to do, and I’ve tried it on myself.”
Hearing Gabriel groan in desire emboldened Draco and he began kissing down his boyfriend’s body. As he took a pink nipple into his mouth, he summoned the jar of lube. As Gabriel writhed beneath him, Draco placed a slick finger against his entrance. Gabriel eagerly spread his legs, and tilted his pelvis allowing Draco better access to his body.
Draco was torn between continuing his assault on Gabriel’s body with his mouth and watching him. Finally deciding, he sat up and settled between golden, tanned thighs. Tendrils of inky black hair were stuck to Gabriel’s face, his eyes were dark with passion and the lids fluttered as Draco’s finger moved in and out of his body. His red lips were swollen and his cheeks flushed.
As Draco slid a second finger into Gabriel’s body; his breath hitched as he watched his fingers disappear into the soft heat of his lover. Moaning he sped up the movement of his fingers, his prick throbbing. Draco was mesmerized at the sight of their two bodies joining so intimately like this. Adding some more lubricant, Draco added a third finger and carefully stretched his boyfriend.
Spreading and turning the fingers, Draco wondered if Gabriel was ready for him.
“Draco, I’m ready, please.”
Quickly, Draco spread the viscous cream on his cock and pressed the head against Gabriel’s slick hole. He looked into green eyes, making sure his partner was ready. The lustful impatient look told him all he needed to know. Slowly Draco pushed in, his body trembling at the tight heat which surrounded him.
When his pelvis was flush against Gabriel’s arse Draco paused, trying to regain some sense of control; he wanted this to last as long as possible. Part of him wanted to pound into his black-haired lover, and yet for their first time it didn’t seem appropriate. Slowly he pulled out, and just as slowly pushed back into the welcoming heat. Gabriel’s legs wrapped around his waist and together they slowly made love. Every sigh, gasp, moan, twitch and thrust was fully experienced.
Gabriel felt completely loved and cherished as Draco made love to him slowly. However he couldn’t take much more, every few strokes the head of Draco’s cock would rub along his prostate, bringing him so close to coming, and yet the slowness of the movements wouldn’t let him. Reaching down he grabbed Draco’s hips and rubbed his thumbs along the sensitive bones.
Draco arched, moaning loudly. Gray eyes became frantic as the last of his control was stripped from him; forcefully he pounded into Gabriel’s willing hole, taking delight in the cries coming from his lover.
Gabriel left one hand on Draco’s hip, the other wriggled between them and forcefully grabbed his cock. It took only a few strokes and he was coming hotly between them. He could feel his arse clamping around Draco’s thick cock. The blond screamed in pleasure, his body quivering as he filled his boyfriend.
Sweaty and panting they lay entwined on the bed, holding each other tightly as if afraid each might lose the other while they slept.
Cluedo is the British version of Clue- I learn so much from Rakina!
*The groundnut stew comes from this recipe from my dear bubba hugs It is very good.
Uncle Bubba’s Peanut Butter Soup
INGREDIENTS:
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 medium-size yellow onion, diced
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 or 2 hot or minced chillis, to your taste, seeded and chopped (I add more when it's just me)
1 ½ teaspoons peeled and grated fresh ginger
½ tablespoon light brown sugar
¾ teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon ground cumin
1 ½ pounds winter squash, such as butternut or Buttercup, seeded, peeled, and cut into bite-size cubes (about 3 ½ cups)
1 ½ cups water
¼ cup creamy natural peanut butter
Salt and freshly-ground black pepper
1 ½ cups cooled black-eyed peas or one 15-ounce can, drained and rinsed
½ cup chopped unsalted roasted peanuts
METHOD:
1. Heat the oil in a large saucepan over medium heat. Add the onion. Cover and cook, stirring a few times until softened – about 5 minutes. Stir in the garlic, chillis, ginger, brown sugar, cinnamon, and cumin and cook for 1 minute. Add the squash and stir to coat with the spices. Add 1 ¼ cup of the water and salt and pepper to taste. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat to low.
2. Put the peanut butter into a small bowl and slowly add the remaining ¼ cup water, stirring until smooth.
3. Stir the peanut butter mixture into the stew. Cover and simmer until the vegetables are tender – about 30 minutes. Allow 10 minutes before the end of the cooking time and add the black-eyed peas and peanuts. Simmer until heated through. Before serving, taste to adjust the seasonings.
Doubles and triples beautifully.
Serves 6 as a first course and 3 or 4 as a meal.
· I know the full moon was on the 24th – but this works better for my story.
Unforgiven http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cGvzApDZ
Theodor Bastard http://youtube.com/watch?v=Bs8-cuj7KCE&f
Were Not Going To Take It, long version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs37NSLy3
Invincible http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJLCypVk1
Lord it’s Hard to be Humble
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWCRBSz1z
Extra warning: Gabriel acting like a typical angsty teenager and being rather silly.
Saturday, November 30th
Voldemort stood before his followers, watching everyone closely. He knew not all were loyal to him, and he suspected several were spies or planned to offer information in return for asylum. The meeting was just about finished; everyone had reported on the current status of their projects, at least those he was okay with others knowing about. Now it was time to see how many would sell him out.
“On December the 20th we will attack Diagon Alley as it will be full of people doing their holiday shopping. We will attack just after the Ministry closes for the day, it should be evening by then so our vampire allies will be able to fight by our side.”
His Death Eaters cheered, and Voldemort basked in their adoration. “Go home and prepare, soon I will call.” Reaching out a pale, skeletal finger he pointed to Malfoy and the leaders of the werewolf and vampire clans who had decided to join him. “You will stay behind and talk with me.”
It took only a few minutes for the hall at Riddle Manor to clear so Voldemort could speak privately with these men. Normally he would leave everything to the last minute, but it would be better if some things could be in place. “The six of you are my leaders, and need to know more about my plans. I am trusting you to tell no one else until absolutely necessary.” The six of them nodded and Voldemort continued. “We will attack the Ministry on the 20th, not Diagon Alley. Once Dumbledore and his fiery chickens have all flown to the rescue a ward will be cast trapping them, while others attack elsewhere. Several Death Eaters will be Polyjuiced to look like my strongest followers in order to lure Dumbledore to the Ministry. Smoke, I want you and your clan at the Ministry,” Voldemort said cringing at the stupid name of the werewolf leader. At least Smoke was angry and obedient.
Turning to the most unstable of the three vampire leaders, Voldemort continued. “Merrik, I want you at the ministry also. The two of you and your clans will increase the level of fear. Your strength and viciousness will be of great benefit. I will call everyone to me at five in the evening, but in fact we will not attack the Ministry until nine.”
“Those who spy on me will tell their masters about the attack on Diagon
Alley in the early evening, and when it doesn’t happen they will not only be confused, they will also let their guard down.” Voldemort smiled as much as his snakelike face would allow. “Minister Fudge has a very important meeting with a foreign diplomat at 8:30 that evening in his office. After that the real attack will begin.”
As Voldemort continued to outline his plan Lucius smiled, as did the others. They had no doubt that as of December 21st the wizarding world would be theirs.
Sunday, December 1st. 10am
Dumbledore sighed heavily hoping to get Harry Potter to react to him. He knew that Voldemort would be attacking soon, and he needed to get the boy on his side. Fudge wanted to threaten Potter with imprisonment for casting an Unforgivable. Unfortunately, as they had demanded it of him, that wouldn’t work out very well. Hopefully he could reach Harry through more compassionate means.
“Mr. Dragonheart, I have just received some very disturbing news. Voldemort is planning on attacking Diagon Alley just before Christmas. This is a huge increase of activity for Voldemort; until now his activities have always been quiet and out of public view.” Looking sorrowfully at the stoic boy he continued. “We need to start training you. Both Minister Fudge and I have done as you asked, and now it’s time for you to hold up your part of the bargain.”
“Professor Dumbledore, I said that I would fight Voldemort, but I never agreed to train with you, or with Fudge.” The boy snorted rudely. “As for the payment for my services, you have been doing things to help unite the school, and I’m grateful for that; however Fudge has done very little. So little, in fact, that I have sent copies of all treaties with magical beings, which the wizarding world has broken, to all the Wizengamot members.”
Hiding his trembling hands under his desk, Dumbledore barely masked his fury. How dare the boy do this! “Mr. Dragonheart, I assure you that Minister Fudge is doing his best to get your requests met in the most efficient way possible.”
“I must disagree, and anyway that doesn’t matter, do you want me to fight Voldemort when he attacks next?”
“No, no my boy. We will begin training you once the winter break has begun.”
The boy actually sneered at him. “I don’t need or want your training!”
Letting his eyes become frosty Dumbledore gazed directly into Potter’s green eyes. “It would be a shame if something happened to your family, if you were unable to protect them, if Voldemort got hold of them.”
Oh, he’d finally gotten to the boy. Harry's cheeks flushed with anger. “Don’t you dare threaten my family! I can and will protect them and defeat Voldemort.” Standing up he stormed to the door without asking permission to leave.
“Mr. Potter… Harry, we really need to work together.”
“My name is Gabriel Dragonheart. I don’t know who you want me to be, but this is who I am. And don’t ever threaten my family again!”
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair as he heard Potter stomp down the staircase. Hopefully the deaths of those in Diagon Alley would bring some sense to the boy. He had to get rid of Potter's family. Maybe one of his spies could Portkey them to Voldemort in order to gain greater favor. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. Popping a lemon drop into his mouth Dumbledore began to plan.
Gabriel pushed out of the doors of the great hall and strode in. He was still furious with Dumbledore and had spent the rest of the morning raging, throwing spells, and trying to figure out how to keep everyone safe. He didn’t want to be here, and didn’t want to get interrogated by Draco, who looked rather put out at the moment. However, letting Dumbles win was not okay, and so here he was, headphones in place, Aurora around his neck and his outfit screaming his mood for everyone to see. He was dressed in tight flat black boots, denims and a tee shirt. Nothing looked soft or inviting, and several students shifted away from him as he walked by their table. Sneering at those staring at him, Gabriel sat down next to Draco and filled his plate with sandwiches, which he slathered spicy mustard on. Before he could take a bite, the headmaster addressed him. “Mr. Dragonheart, I must confess to being quite curious as to what you listen to through your little device. Would you be willing to share your music?”
Gabriel dropped his sandwich and turned to glare at the Dumbledore. It took a moment before he realized the headmaster was trying to make things all right between them. He wanted to show that he cared and was interested in how Gabriel was. The old man was still playing games. Well, he wasn’t the only one capable of playing. With a bright smile that scared many Gabriel chirped, “I’d be happy to.”
Setting down his headphones, Gabriel cast a spell on them so the whole hall could hear and turned back to his lunch. The first song was a haunting piece by the Russian band Theodor Bastard*. Looking up to the head table, Gabriel saw McGonagall whispering to Dumbledore; obviously she didn’t think this was such a good idea. Turning, he saw Severus, whose brows furrowed as he recognized the song but couldn’t place it. Severus knew not all of Gabriel's music was appropriate for children, and was probably hoping that this tape was all Russian music, but it wasn’t. In fact Gabriel called this particular mix ‘teen-angst’ and the songs were all rather angry.
Gabriel moved slightly with the music as he ate. Everyone followed his example and went back to their own lunch. Several songs had played with only one or two other people knowing what the lyrics were as they were all in other languages, but now came the American bit. Gabriel raised his eyes and winked at Severus who was glaring at him. Severus hated this tape and had just recognized what it was. Soft guitar filled the air as Metallica’s Unforgiven began.
Out of the corner of his eye Gabriel watched the head table to see if the adults could even figure the lyrics out, and how they would take it. Remus seemed to understand what the song was saying and focused intently on his own meal. Gabriel could tell the lyrics expressed how the werewolf felt sometimes.
Gabriel stilled as Draco put a hand on his thigh, the fingers tightening as the lyrics spoke to him too. While Gabriel usually didn’t feel so trapped, others in this room felt like this every day, and had for years. Hopefully the next song, while validating, would lighten the mood. Placing his hand onto one of Draco’s Gabriel interlaced their fingers, offering comfort and support.
As a drum pounded Severus’ glare intensified and Seamus shouted in delight as We're Not Going To Take It played. Next several of the Muggle-borns, including Hermione, sung along with Invincible by Pat Benatar.
As the song finished Gabriel leaned over and kissed Draco on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, all right?”
“Yes, and we will be discussing your current mood.” Draco raised a silver-white eyebrow as if asking if Gabriel would challenge him.
Wisely Gabriel answered, “Of course.”
As he stood to go, Seamus shouted, “Oi, Gabriel, let's hear one more!”
Gabriel’s evil smile returned as he dug through his bag and pulled out a new tape. “This one is just for you, Seamus.”
A soft voice with a southern twang said, “This is how it feels to be alone at the top of the hill and trying to figure out why.”
“Bloody hell!” shouted Seamus. “I know this song!” Jumping up he walked towards Gabriel singing along. “Oh Lord, it’s hard to humble, when you're perfect in every way.”
Gabriel laughed and joined Seamus in the middle of the Great Hall. Together they sang and acted out the words. The students gaped in shock, several of them blushing as Gabriel and Seamus flipped their hair and preened.
“To know me is to love me, I must be one hell of a man. Oh Lord, it’s hard to be humble but I’m doing the best that I can.”
The students began to giggle and tried to stifle them so they could still
hear the song. Sirius sang along loudly and rather proudly. Remus’ eyes
sparkled with amusement as he watched his lover. The other staff laughed at
the antics of the students and Professor Black. Severus sat back looking smug and planning what Adonis would have to do to make up for having to put up with Gabriel.
Gabriel turned so his back was facing the tables and slowly bent over as he sung. “Some folks say I’m egotistical. Hell, I don’t even know what that means. I guess it has something to do with the way I fill out my skin-tight blue jeans.”
Seamus slapped GAbriel's arse while he was bent over increasing the catcalls and laughter. When the song ended Gabriel and Seamus were laughing and holding each other up. “How did you know that song?”
“My Grandfather has always loved the wild west,” Seamus answered, blushing.
“That is the best song ever!” Sirius shouted from the headtable.
“Thank you gentlemen,” Dumbledore said. “After this entertainment I am sure you will all be happy to hear that Gabriel and his family have set a date for the dance.” Dumbledore gestured for Gabriel to tell everyone.
“So as not to interfere with classes, we will be holding the dance on December the 20th, the last day of school before the winter break. The dance will start at 7pm and is open to all years. At 9pm it ends, and then begins again for the sixth and seventh years. Dress casually in wizard or Muggle fashions.” The hall broke out into excited whispers.
6pm
Gabriel felt perfectly content as he looked around the circle. He was having dinner with his family and tonight Severus and Draco were joining them. Adonis’ bracelet flashed in the firelight as he passed around bowls of food. Mudiwa had made a spicy groundnut stew tonight, and Gabriel was looking forward to the African dish.
Severus trailed his fingers along Adonis’ hand as he took the bowl from him. Gabriel smiled; everyone was pleased by their engagement and plans for their bonding ceremony were already being discussed, much to Severus’ displeasure. Gabriel had a bet going to see if Severus would be able to convince Adonis to elope with him.
“So, other than causing scenes during lunch, how is school going?” Soto asked, his amusement obvious.
Choosing to ignore the teasing, Gabriel just answered the question. “Really well. The fire crabs are thriving. Hagrid cried the other day when we found two nests with eggs. Hermione and I are working on a paper for Transfiguration on the Animagus spell. Ron is warming up to me, he has been sitting next to me in Charms, but I think it's because he has a little crush on Pansy.”
Gabriel paused for a moment to take a bit of the spicy stew, moaning softly at the taste. “Our Herbology project with Neville is going really well. Neville and Draco are even getting along. Blaise and I have discovered that we both love music, he plays the cello.”
“They play in the common room, at least twice a week,” Draco explained with fond exasperation.
“I’m finding school to be rather fun. I get along with most of the other students and a fair number of the teachers,” Gabriel said, shrugging and taking more of the stiff corn paste to scoop up his stew. “I do miss traveling and performing though.”
“We worked that out at lunch,” Severus said rolling his eyes. “Dinner is very good, Mudiwa, thank you.”
“Yes,” Draco added remembering his manners. The gypsies were so relaxed that he easily forgot proper etiquette. “I’ve never had anything with this flavoring. I can taste the ginger, spicy pepper, onion, and maybe garlic; what am I missing?
Mudiwa puffed with pride at his favorite uncle’s* dish being enjoyed so much. “You're probably trying to place the groundnuts, or peanut butter.”
Severus and Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ve never had peanut butter, Father said it was too Muggle.” Draco said with amazement.
“Indeed, I’ve learned a great deal from the Dragonheart clan,” Severus added. Adonis beamed wickedly, causing giggles and chuckles to erupt. Severus blushed. “That’s not what I meant!”
“We know,” Elena soothed as she rubbed her belly. “We have learned a lot from you too.”
“Thank you. How are you feeling?”
“Very well, thank you. I’m just beginning my fourth month and the morning sickness is much less.”
“If you need anything, please let me know.”
Elena smiled softly. “Thank you, Severus.”
Gabriel set his empty bowl down and leaned into Draco. So far he hadn’t had any luck in finding anything that could help him when he healed Voldemort’s soul. The thought of leaving everyone behind broke his heart, but he would fight to save them. He loved every one of his family members so much that he would willingly give his life for them. With a soft sigh Gabriel watched his family laugh and talk, soaking in every moment with them in the hopes that wherever he went when he died he could take his memories with him.
Gabriel was still feeling the need to take in every moment and every experience possible as he and Draco walked back to their dorm. Gabriel held tightly to his boyfriend’s hand, focusing on the comfort the warm soft touch gave him. Draco’s long fingers were wrapped around his, encasing them in strength and protection. As they walked Draco would unconsciously tug and push Gabriel’s hand in order to guide him around rough stones. Gabriel found it adorable and snuggled closer to Draco as they walked.
Once back in the Slytherin common room they sat on the couch and talked to their friends. Gabriel had introduced several Muggle board games and soon they were into yet another heated game of Cluedo. Gabriel had always enjoyed Cluedo, but playing the game with Slytherins was an amazingly fun thing. They became quite vicious, constantly trying to mislead and hide what they had. Their sneakiness came to the forefront, and Gabriel decided that the rifts between Slytherin and the rest of the houses must have occurred in part due to the others losing horribly at games.
After Blaise had done a very enthusiastic victory dance around the common room, Draco insisted that they go to bed. Gabriel laughed at Draco’s sulking and happily said goodnight, as he was dragged to their dorm room.
Gabriel had continued to go to bed earlier than the others. Sometimes Draco would stay up and talk with his friends, especially when Blaise, Pansy and he would train with Severus or refine their plotting to get away from the Dark Lord. Sometimes Draco wanted time with his boyfriend, or time to read. More often than not Gabriel would fall asleep while Draco was engrossed in one of the Potions tomes from the Founder’s library.
Gabriel smiled softly while Draco got ready for bed and complained how Blaise obviously had been cheating the entire time. Once they lay down and pulled Draco’s silk sheet over them, Gabriel was met with a rather angry stare.
“What is going on with you tonight? You've been looking at everyone and everything as if you’re about to disappear and you don’t want to forget anything.” When Gabriel flushed and looked away not offering any answers, Draco was livid. “That's exactly what you're doing, isn’t it!”
“Draco, I’m sorry. I was so happy at dinner having you and the rest of my family together, and I just don’t want to give any of it up,” Gabriel pleaded hoping Draco would understand.
“You’re not going to die!”
“I’m not giving up,” Gabriel said firmly. “I do, however, need to plan for every possibility.”
Draco’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Like what?”
“Well,” Gabriel began cautiously. “I might die. I might live and be fine. I could live and have no magic left. I could be physically disabled in some way. I could wind up in a coma. Who knows, but I want to have everything sorted out and ready for any of those possibilities.”
“Where do I fit into those plans?”
“I don’t know, as I don’t know what plans you have for your own future, or what kind of life you want to have. I cannot imagine living in the wizarding world if I have no magic.”
“I have no idea what I want. Right now my entire focus is on getting away from my parents and Voldemort.”
“What about Hydrus? I know you care about him, most of your letters to your mum are asking about how he's doing.”
“I don’t know. I’ve always kept it in the back of my mind that once I was safe and settled I would figure out how to get him.”
“I have no doubt that you will protect your brother and keep both of you safe. And if I’m here I will do everything I can to help.”
Draco snarled and rolled on top of his boyfriend. “You will still be here! Stop saying you won’t; don’t give up!”
Gabriel smiled up at his lover, his green eyes wet. “Draco Malfoy, I love you, and I will fight with all that I am to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Draco gasped, his own gray eyes suspiciously shiny. “I love you too. And you'd damned well better survive or I will never forgive you for leaving me.” Pressing their lips together Draco kissed his love fiercely, growling low in his throat as Gabriel submitted to him completely. Hands frantically removed pajama bottoms, and soon they were frotting against each other, moans disappearing as they kissed.
Gabriel grabbed Draco’s hips stilling his movements. “Wait,” he panted. He rubbed his fingers on the pale hipbones and smirked as Draco shuddered in pleasure. “I want you inside of me.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate Draco’s lust-fogged mind. “We haven’t done that yet.”
“I know.” Gabriel looked up at Draco through his fringe. “Do you need me to prepare myself?”
Draco gasped as his body tightened. “Merlin, don’t talk like that or I won’t be able to do anything!” Blushing, Draco buried his face in his lover’s neck. “I’ve read about what to do, and I’ve tried it on myself.”
Hearing Gabriel groan in desire emboldened Draco and he began kissing down his boyfriend’s body. As he took a pink nipple into his mouth, he summoned the jar of lube. As Gabriel writhed beneath him, Draco placed a slick finger against his entrance. Gabriel eagerly spread his legs, and tilted his pelvis allowing Draco better access to his body.
Draco was torn between continuing his assault on Gabriel’s body with his mouth and watching him. Finally deciding, he sat up and settled between golden, tanned thighs. Tendrils of inky black hair were stuck to Gabriel’s face, his eyes were dark with passion and the lids fluttered as Draco’s finger moved in and out of his body. His red lips were swollen and his cheeks flushed.
As Draco slid a second finger into Gabriel’s body; his breath hitched as he watched his fingers disappear into the soft heat of his lover. Moaning he sped up the movement of his fingers, his prick throbbing. Draco was mesmerized at the sight of their two bodies joining so intimately like this. Adding some more lubricant, Draco added a third finger and carefully stretched his boyfriend.
Spreading and turning the fingers, Draco wondered if Gabriel was ready for him.
“Draco, I’m ready, please.”
Quickly, Draco spread the viscous cream on his cock and pressed the head against Gabriel’s slick hole. He looked into green eyes, making sure his partner was ready. The lustful impatient look told him all he needed to know. Slowly Draco pushed in, his body trembling at the tight heat which surrounded him.
When his pelvis was flush against Gabriel’s arse Draco paused, trying to regain some sense of control; he wanted this to last as long as possible. Part of him wanted to pound into his black-haired lover, and yet for their first time it didn’t seem appropriate. Slowly he pulled out, and just as slowly pushed back into the welcoming heat. Gabriel’s legs wrapped around his waist and together they slowly made love. Every sigh, gasp, moan, twitch and thrust was fully experienced.
Gabriel felt completely loved and cherished as Draco made love to him slowly. However he couldn’t take much more, every few strokes the head of Draco’s cock would rub along his prostate, bringing him so close to coming, and yet the slowness of the movements wouldn’t let him. Reaching down he grabbed Draco’s hips and rubbed his thumbs along the sensitive bones.
Draco arched, moaning loudly. Gray eyes became frantic as the last of his control was stripped from him; forcefully he pounded into Gabriel’s willing hole, taking delight in the cries coming from his lover.
Gabriel left one hand on Draco’s hip, the other wriggled between them and forcefully grabbed his cock. It took only a few strokes and he was coming hotly between them. He could feel his arse clamping around Draco’s thick cock. The blond screamed in pleasure, his body quivering as he filled his boyfriend.
Sweaty and panting they lay entwined on the bed, holding each other tightly as if afraid each might lose the other while they slept.
Cluedo is the British version of Clue- I learn so much from Rakina!
*The groundnut stew comes from this recipe from my dear bubba hugs It is very good.
Uncle Bubba’s Peanut Butter Soup
INGREDIENTS:
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 medium-size yellow onion, diced
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 or 2 hot or minced chillis, to your taste, seeded and chopped (I add more when it's just me)
1 ½ teaspoons peeled and grated fresh ginger
½ tablespoon light brown sugar
¾ teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon ground cumin
1 ½ pounds winter squash, such as butternut or Buttercup, seeded, peeled, and cut into bite-size cubes (about 3 ½ cups)
1 ½ cups water
¼ cup creamy natural peanut butter
Salt and freshly-ground black pepper
1 ½ cups cooled black-eyed peas or one 15-ounce can, drained and rinsed
½ cup chopped unsalted roasted peanuts
METHOD:
1. Heat the oil in a large saucepan over medium heat. Add the onion. Cover and cook, stirring a few times until softened – about 5 minutes. Stir in the garlic, chillis, ginger, brown sugar, cinnamon, and cumin and cook for 1 minute. Add the squash and stir to coat with the spices. Add 1 ¼ cup of the water and salt and pepper to taste. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat to low.
2. Put the peanut butter into a small bowl and slowly add the remaining ¼ cup water, stirring until smooth.
3. Stir the peanut butter mixture into the stew. Cover and simmer until the vegetables are tender – about 30 minutes. Allow 10 minutes before the end of the cooking time and add the black-eyed peas and peanuts. Simmer until heated through. Before serving, taste to adjust the seasonings.
Doubles and triples beautifully.
Serves 6 as a first course and 3 or 4 as a meal.
· I know the full moon was on the 24th – but this works better for my story.
Unforgiven http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cGvzApDZ
Theodor Bastard http://youtube.com/watch?v=Bs8-cuj7KCE&f
Were Not Going To Take It, long version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs37NSLy3
Invincible http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJLCypVk1
Lord it’s Hard to be Humble
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWCRBSz1z