What were the odds of being kidnapped twice in a decade? Harry thought to himself as he tried to untie his hands that were currently bound behind his back, a difficult task to do while his eyes were blindfolded.
He took in a steadying breath. There was no reason to panic despite his awful Potter luck. There was no need to panic even though his magic felt as if it was trapped inside a cage, ready to latch out any second but unable to.
He just had to tap into his auror training and retrace his steps to figure out how he had ended up this way.
His memory felt fuzzy, it was dizzying trying to remember however not impossible. Auror's training consisted of learning occlumency and Harry had an easier time learning thanks to Kingsley and the fact that no one was attacking his mind as much since the war had ended.
He had gone out to celebrate his twenty-fourth birthday with his friends. Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and Ginny had come together to celebrate with him. It had been a fun day full of laughter, joy, and reminiscing about their school days. Ron brought a cake that Molly had made, which as always was delicious, and an invitation to come to the burrow at a later date.
Harry, happy that his day out was successful, went home where he was greeted by his boyfriend.
Draco and him had been together for four years now. Their relationship had started off rocky, Draco, a high ranked death eater, and Harry, the boy who lived.
It started as pent up frustration and obsessiveness. Their first kiss was angry, hot, teeth clashing together with the force of their kiss and when Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, he knew he was a goner.
Their relationship had been filled with love, petty arguments that ended with passionate sex, and a deep desire to not be apart.
Harry stayed by Draco's side during his parents' trial, where Harry spoke up for them and they were put on probation.
He stayed by Draco's side while Draco worked himself nearly to death to get his healer license despite the public's opinion.
Draco had set up a fancy French dinner, wine already poured and ready to drink.
Harry remembered climbing into Draco's lap, remembered running his hands through slicked back hair and tugging on the ends as he pulled Draco into a deep kiss.
Harry's nerves felt like they were on fire as he remembered the whine that fell from his lips as he asked Draco “Bed?”
He remembered rubbing his erection against Draco's in eagerness, ready to fall open on Draco's fingers, ready to clench around Draco's cock while he was fucked on their shared kings sized bed.
Harry remembered as Draco pulled away, eyes filled with lust, love and something else that Harry couldn't identify at the time.
“How about we have a toast first and a bite to eat? I had limited help from the house elves to prepare this for you.”
Harry sent Draco a beaming smile, satisfied and in awe that Draco would do something so romantic.
Taking a sip from his wine, Harry tucked into his meal with vigor.
He was home with the man he loved, safe and content, alive.
Harry should have realized something was wrong, should have realized when his arms went numb, when he started getting dizzy , when he went to stand and reach for Draco but felt nothing.
Falling to the floor, unconscious to the world around him, Harry should have known this was all too good to be true.
Snapping out of his occlumency shields Harry renewed his struggle to get the bindings off his hands, Draco could be in danger. He could be hurt somewhere and Harry wouldn't be able to do anything because he was trapped.
Harry felt panicked, useless. Trying to calm down he tried to use his other senses to figure out where he was.
The air was cold yet silent. Harry couldn't see anything beyond his blindfold but the room felt dark and dead.
A clicking sound reached his ears, a familiar tapping along the floor that stopped right in front of him.
Harry's blindfold was harshly ripped from off his head, letting his eyes adjust. Harry took in his surroundings.
They were in the chamber that held the veil of death, five people stood around him. His back was towards the opening of the veil, they had him cornered.
Walden Macnair, executioner for the ministry of magic.
Augustus Rookwood, a mole that had been placed I'm the ministry.
Antonin Dolohov, one of the worst muggle torturers in Voldemorts army.
At the center of all these dangerous men who were all death eaters stood Draco and his father Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius had his arm clenched on Draco's shoulder, his other hand held his snake cane, while Draco stood with the blindfold in his hands and his eyes downcast towards the floor.
Lucius had gone free during his trial, both him and his wife after they went against their Lord. What was going on?
The other men had their wands trained on Harry when Lucius took a step forward, crouching down to Harry.
“Are you comfortable Mr. Potter?”
Harry sent him an incredulous look, of course he wasn't bloody comfortable. He was tied up and surrounded by people who wanted him dead, he didn't have his wand or glasses and he had no idea what was going on.
One of the death eaters snickered at the look on Harry's face, Lucius sent them a harsh glare and turned back towards Harry.
His cane dug into Harry's neck as he lifted Harry's face to eye level.
“You killed our lord, Potter. Did you really think I'd let you have your happy ending with my son?”
Lucius scoffed. Harry glanced over towards Draco. The man he loved, who he'd do anything for, had the same look on his face from early on that Harry couldn't identify at the time.
It was guilt.
Harry narrowed his eyes, the wet sheen in them betraying how he truly felt.
“Why are you doing this?” Harry spit these words out to Lucius. “You were free. Just give me my wand and let me go. I promise nothing good will come from you doing this.”
Lucius laughed, its shrill, hysterical sound echoed around the barren chamber.
“I'm afraid I can't do that Potter, even if we can't use you to bring our lord back you have too much say in this world. Quite frankly, I don't need you around my son anymore either. He does after all have a marriage contract to fulfill.”
A single tear ran down his cheek. Did Draco really love him? Was their whole relationship just a ruse, a means to get the Malfoy name back into good standing? How could he just stand back and let this happen? Why would Draco drug him?
Lucius pulled out Harry's wand, twirling it around in his hands and chucked it through the veil.
“I'm afraid you won't be needing that anymore.”
The other wizards stepped closer to Harry, their wand tips glowing as the ropes around Harry's wrist came loose at his consistent struggling during Lucius's monologue. Evil wizards always liked to do their why I'm doing this talk Harry thought to himself as he got free.
Harry ducked under the first spell that came at him, a blasting curse that was aimed at his head.
He sent off an expelliarmus, the only charm he knew how to do without his wand, towards the closest death eater.
Their wand went flying through the air and Harry jumped up to catch it, the wand sent shivers down his spine. Its magic made Harry feel sick but it was better than being defenseless.
He raised the wand casting a protego, it wasn't as strong as it should have been because it broke a second later when a bombarda and confringo hit the shield at the same time.
Harry was blown back, his head hitting the stone floor. Disoriented Harry thought he heard a quiet gasp as he struggled to stand up.
Someone kicked him back down, Harry felt a trickle of blood fall down the side of his face.
He tried to get up again, he knew he had to keep fighting. Somebody must have been alerted to spell use in the chamber. Someone should come down soon to help him, he just had to buy himself time.
He didn't expect to trip backwards while trying to get up though, Harry didn't even realize how close to the veil he was until he felt the cold mist surrounding him.
He was going to die the same way his godfather did.
Harry thought he heard Draco scream no, thought he saw Draco rush towards him, fingers outstretched as his father caught him and pulled him back.
Maybe that's what Harry wanted to see in his final moments as his eyes closed and he succumbed to the veil.
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Tony Stark sighed at the sight of the destruction of his tower.
Just another typical fight in New York against the next powerful bad, this villain more insane than the last.
It should have been easy, it was after all just one villain against The Avengers, Spider-Man, and two different magic users.
It was probably overkill in fact but then three of his team members got incapacitated, the magic Merlins had to take care of civilians, and then it was just Ironman and Spider-Man against the creep trying to turn people into lizards.
They won of course, the good guys always won, but it was annoyingly difficult especially when people started trying to take selfies in the middle of the battle.
New Yorkers had no sense when it came to danger.
“Hey Stark, you want to go grab a bite to eat before pick up starts.”
Tony turned towards the voice, it was one of the magic men. The one who carried the stick and had that nice smirk on his face.
Tony sent him a charming smile as he looked him up and down, they would have been a good match and Tony would have bet the man was excellent in bed.
He probably would have gone for it too if he didn't see Strange glaring jealous daggers at him.
Opening his mouth to reply, he was cut off when the earth decided to shake.
Tony hoped they hadn't missed some evil device from the lizard dude. This shit needed to stop happening, Tony needed a break.
He watched as Peter Parker, his intern and resident friendly neighborhood Spiderman, swung down and landed next to him.
They all got in a fighting stance, ready for the worse to happen as the wind picked up and a portal opened.
“Strange, is that one of yours?”
Stephen Strange's eldritch magic took shape, his red cloak fluttered anxiously around him.
“I'll take that as a no. Jarvis, any idea on what this can be.”
Tony powered up the Iron Man gauntlets, hands up and ready to blast if need be.
“No sir, however I'm detecting a form of life from within the portal.”
The air felt oppressive as the portal crackled with energy, lightning strikes shot out of it. The massive opening seemed to vibrate as a body was hurled out of it.
The portal closed as quickly as it opened and the atmosphere was once again peaceful.
On the ground lay a man, he looked around the same age as Peter was.
He had tousled black hair, and a scar across his forehead. His face was covered with blood and he was so unnaturally still. If it wasn't for the fact that Tony could see the small rise and fall of the guy's chest he would have thought he was dead.
He watched Merlin run up to the body, wand out as he mumbled words under his breath, frantically running his hands on the guy to check him over.
Tony glanced over at Stephen, eyebrows raised in concern.
“Everything alright?” Tony asked the wizard as Peter shifted uncomfortably next to him.
Merlin glanced back, a wild eyed hope filled look in his steely gray eyes.
“It's my godson, Harry. He's alive and here.” Sirius Black looked back down at his godson, lifting his wand and sending an rennervate at him.
Harry gasped awake, coughing out as he reached out to grasp for something.
Tony watched, watched as Sirius whispered soothing words. He watched as Harry brokedown, not hearing anything or listening. He watched Peter and Stephen take a step forward and as Tony Stark glanced up at the sky he knew everything was about to change.
This was all going to be one massive headache and so much paperwork.