herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending 26/32
Chapter: The trap is sprung - part two
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Slash, time travel, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Epilogue compliant? No way!
Chapter length: ~4,500 for the two parts
Summary: Old meets new. Harry walks all over Draco's heart, and when he realizes his mistakes he does the unforgivable so Draco takes him back. Time travel. During HBP, disregards Deathly Hallows - that means everyone's alive, except Sirius, but...

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The trap is sprung - 1/2

Ron and Hermione rushed to the door a second after the alarm blared but it was too late, Harry had disappeared from Hogwarts. The two Gryffindors searched vainly around the room, Hermione waving her wand as she cast detecting spells of her own devising while Weasley trashed the room, moaning as he imagined his best friend in danger - peril that Ron felt he should have prevented.

After a minute, the door swung open once more. The Potions Master strode imperiously into the room, his robes swishing majestically, a worried frown on his aquiline face.

"Where's Potter? The wards disappeared for a second. The alarm detected a Portkey."

"Can't find him, professor!" wailed Hermione as she tucked her wand on her jeans. "The spells I used tell me he's somewhere Unplottable."

Snape took out his wand and cast the Patronus spell. Instantly a silvery doe appeared next to the place where the chair used to be. The Potions Master sent a message to the troublesome mutt, the DADA professor.

"Where's professor McGonagall? She could try to pinpoint Harry's location better than I." Hermione tugged nervously her badge.

"I'm afraid Minerva can not help us this time." The tired voice of Dumbledore came from beyond the door. The Headmaster approached the students, walking as tiredly as they'd ever seen him. His eyes were bereft of any joy as he took off his glasses and pocketed them.

"I've received news from Kingsley." Dumbledore lowered his voice and bent down to pick Harry's tie. "She was taken from the Ministry by unknown wizards."

Harry fell down to the cold, wet stone floor. He gazed intently at the rough-hewn stone walls of what seemed to be a dungeon. Frantically searching his pockets for his wand, Harry took it out and launched a spell to destroy the walls and break free, "Delenda sil..."

Before he could finish, his wand was grabbed from behind. Harry swore because Moody had trained him to feel persons around with his senses and magic, and he hadn't felt anyone with him in the scant seconds since he'd been trapped here.

He twisted his body, his knees hurting against the stone as a voice he'd never heard before addressed him. "My boy, you won't need this when you meet dear Tom."

Harry glared at the portly man, neatly dressed in a tweed coat with leather elbow patches. The man's shining pate glistened with sweat by the light of the sconces. He launched himself at the man but before he could reach him, he was hit by an immobilizing spell.

"Ickle Harry Potter. You're here at last!" Bellatrix Lestrange smiled crazily, her hair piled atop her slim head, resembling nothing more than a serpent's writhing progeny.

She sashayed closer to Harry, smirking cruelly. Her singsong voice, sounding eerily like a lost child, continued taunting Harry. "You've been a naughty boy, ickle Harry. You and that bloody traitor, Draco."

The witch lifted her strangely curved wand, ready to torture Harry with Crucio. But a slim, pale hand stopped her. A boyish voice, smooth and seductive as the finest elf wine, drifted up to Harry, sinking him farther in despair in the nightmarish situation. "Bella, you must not hurt Harry Potter."

A lean, handsome boy walked into the dungeon. He was dressed in a green silk tie and white shirt which appeared incongruous beneath his cloak. He had raven, tousled-hair adorning finely chiselled features.

Harry gaped and shivered for he knew well the handsome boy. He'd met him before in visions and real life by the cold pond beneath Hogwarts, in the Chamber of Secrets.

The youthful Tom Riddle smirked cruelly. With an elegant motion of his knobby wand, which looked similar to Dumbledore's, Tom released Harry from the spell.

Riddle conjured a plush leather chair and motioned for Harry to sit down. Turning to Slughorn, Tom said, "Though your transfiguring yourself as a chair has served me quite well, Horace, I find the particular form you choose distasteful."

Tom cast another spell, binding Harry to the chair with writhing, thin stalks of a magical plant. "I can't complain though, for you have brought me Harry, defenceless at last."

"What do you want, Tom? How did you return from the dead?"

Tom smiled cruelly, belying the youthfulness of his appearance. "I want you dead, Harry Potter. First though, I want you to suffer."

Riddle conjured a chair for himself and bade Bellatrix and Slughorn to leave them.

He sat primly on his chair, leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees, giving the perfect appearance of an eager Hogwarts student on his Seventh Year. It was as if all the years of mayhem, killing innocent people and breaking up his soul in pieces - dying and being reborn again and again - hadn't happened at all.

"You see, Harry, Dumbledore is quite dumb, really. It's in his name!" Tom laughed richly, and in all his despair Harry couldn't help but agree with the Dark Lord on this - for it seemed as if the Headmaster was too wrapped in his convoluted plots to really care for the well-being of the school or Harry.

Tom lowered his voice, whispering conspiratorially, "Horace has been quite good, the perfect spy. Disguised as a chair, he can enter and leave Hogwarts grounds as if Dumbledore's silly wards didn't exist!"

Riddle chortled with mirth whilst Harry shivered in disgust. Tom pointed to his handsome face with an elegant movement of his manicured hand. "I came back thanks to dear Rowena's diadem. 'Tis a pity that the thing is rubble now. No more wisdom to be gained, I'm afraid."

Tom snorted. "Not that I need any." He waved around the dungeon. "I'm doing quite well as you can see. Albus is powerless; I'm always a step ahead of the crazy old fool."

Tom lifted his wand, caressing the knobs with his fingers as if he intended to make love to it. "I'm the master of the Elder wand. I've fought and won against Moody, McGonagall and the Weasley twins."

"Let them go! Or I'll-"

"You can don nothing, Potter! Do not worry for your Weasley pets; they're quite comfortable visiting another dungeon. Though soon they'll die. All your friends will." Tom leaned further towards Harry who was twisting desperately on the chair. "Including the traitor Malfoy and his mother, the bitch!"

Tom reclined on the chair, sitting as if he was an ancient king on his throne ready to deliver judgment on unruly peasants. "And you, Harry..."

Tom pointed at Harry who was vainly struggling to get rid of the vines pinning him to the chair whilst he desperately tried to cast wandless magic to escape. "You're pitiful, boy, my prisoner here."

Riddle leaned his pretty face until it was three feet from Harry's. "You won't escape, for I've cast the strongest wards I know. They're keyed to my blood; the supreme Slytherin essence that informs my magic. But since I took your blood, you too could enter anytime."

The Dark Lord laughed crazily. "´Tis a pity you're already trapped inside the wards, isn't it?"

Harry shouted, "YOU WON'T WIN, TOM. I'LL VANQUISH YOU AGAIN!"

Narcissa was rubbing a cold cloth on her niece's sweat-covered brow as her sister Andromeda questioned the mediwizard. "Isn't there something you can do? Nymphadora is hurting!"

Tonks said weakly. "Don't call me…"

Mediwizard Williams shook her head. "There's always a big risk when a Metamorphmagus gives birth. Due to the stress of the situation, her body involuntarily changes shape, seeking release and interfering with a normal delivery."

Remus called from the corner of the room as he paced back and forth. "Can't you do anything? I refuse to lose my wife and child!"

Williams fingered the lapels of her robes. "We've stabilized Tonks for the moment, but it's a breech birth. Besides Tonks has lost a lot of blood I'm afraid-"

"Give her my blood, for Merlin's sake!" Remus said desperately. "I'd do anything for them!"

"You have the lycanthrope problem, Mr. Lupin. Furthermore your blood type is incompatible."

Andromeda stepped forward. "Then take mine. I won't lose Nymphadora. I refuse to!"

Williams took out her birch wand and cast a spell to ensure Andromeda's blood type was the same as her daughter's. She put the wand back on the pocket of her robes, shaking her head. "You're not the same blood type as Tonks, I'm afraid."

Narcissa left her vigil by her niece's bed and approached resolutely the mediwizard. "Check my blood! If there's anything I can do for the niece I've recently found again, I'll do it."

After the spell confirmed that Narcissa's blood type was compatible, the mediwizard directed Draco's mother to a chair as she prepared the transfusion. Waving her wand in the direction of Narcissa's bare arm, Williams cast a spell.

A bright ball of pure magic appeared between Narcissa and Tonks; globular light beams elongated from the ball towards both of them until they were joined by bright tendrils which immediately became opaque as they filled with the blood.

Narcissa's alabaster skin paled considerably after the blood transfusion. Overwhelmed by the worry she'd felt for her niece and the loss of blood, she dozed off for a while.

When she came to, Narcissa saw that Remus was holding tenderly a small baby wrapped in a pale blue blanket. The tiny baby had wisps of multicoloured hair.

Andromeda smiled warmly at her sister from the other side of Tonks' bed. "Cissa, you're the proud aunt of a beautiful baby boy."

Remus approached the tired Mrs. Malfoy and leaned forwards. Narcissa cooed at the small baby, whose eyes were as blue as the midday sky over the Manor. "Narcissa, meet my son, Teddy Narcissus Lupin."

Her heart lightened by the thought of the baby carrying a form of her name, Narcissa touched gently Teddy's forehead whilst she murmured softly, "You're a beautiful boy, Teddy. Just like my Draco was."

She lifted her gaze to Remus. "How is Tonks doing?"

"She's sleeping. The mediwizard gave her a potion."

Narcissa opened her arms. "Give him to me, Remus."

Before the Marauder could comply, a silvery shape burst through the walls of St. Mungo's. Narcissa recognized the doe that was Severus' Patronus and her heart skipped a beat, imagining that Draco was in trouble again.

The Patronus approached Remus, and Snape's voice came out, bereft of his usual sarcastic bite. "Lupin, we're in trouble at Hogwarts. It would seem that Potter has disappeared."

Hearing that, Andromeda walked up to Remus and took the baby, who started bawling as if sensing that his father would soon leave him. "Go on, Remus. I know you'll want to go there. Just take care, Tonks and Teddy need you!"

Remus took out the quill Albus had given him if he needed a Portkey to Hogwarts, he was about to leave when Narcissa wrapped her arm around his, muttering, "If the boys are in trouble, I'm coming too!"

A confusing scene greeted Narcissa and Remus when they appeared in the Headmaster's office. Draco was shouting, arguing with Dumbledore whilst Ron and Hermione huddled together. The redhead left a few moments after the brunette girl ordered him to gather some friends of the Seekers.

"Can't you do, something, Dumbledore?" growled the Slytherin boy whilst Snape shook his head and tried to calm his irate student.

"I'm afraid not, my boy. Harry's location is unplottable."

Narcissa walked to her son whilst Remus approached Severus and talked with him. She petted Draco's head, who looked at his mother with an anguished face. "Tell me what happened, my Dragon. Perhaps I can think of something."

Draco shed a lonely tear that was rolling down his cheek. "Harry was in the bloody Head room when he disappeared. Then Weasley received a message from his mother that his brothers had gone missing and-"

The door to Dumbledore's office opened suddenly, surprising the Headmaster who'd been caught unaware. The spell that informed him of his visitors apparently couldn't grasp the information it received.

The old man with white hair entered the room, surveying the occupants critically. With an elegant movement of his hand whose index finger wore the silver ring of a serpent eating its tail, the man took off his dark glasses, revealing striking grey eyes.

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends," said the man whilst he took out his wand and dispelled the glamour hiding his identity.

Narcissa pointed a shaky hand at the man. "You! It can't be!"

Overwhelmed by the recent loss of blood and the man's identity, Narcissa fainted as twin gasps came from Severus and Remus.

It was only Draco's arms that held tenderly his mother's body and kept Narcissa from falling to the floor.

When a second person entered the room, right behind the old man, Draco was so utterly surprised that his mother's body almost slipped his grasp.

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