A revival of the Slytherin instincts

A reward for my friend.

This is for my ducky friend, I refuse to say their name, so instead they get an animal. They know who they are. They'll either earn this, or they won't, either way, it's getting this note. They posted it, it is called Memórias ardentes. I am so excited it is sooooo good so far!!
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Harry needed to leave, now. He broke the seal on the envelope, only to be transported to someplace else. "A fucking port key, really?" He muttered, as he was suddenly on cold, damp ground. He looked around, only to see a grave yard. Then, at the very edge of the graves, he saw him. A man who looked like a younger Sirius... except for the mark on his arm. "You're a death eater? I... can solve that, just let me see your arm. I can get you out of this, ok?" Regulus shook his head, a grim expression in his face. "Trust me, Lad, don't get near me." Harry frowned, before rushing at him. His body tackling the older man. "Quit being stubborn, you're my uncle, and that makes you family." Harry said, his face buried in his neck. Regulus hugged him back, both shook... and so fucking happy. It had been years since he held anyone, he hugged the boy that was his nephew tight, tears flowing out of him. "You need to leave, Lad, the dark lord wants you here, I can't be saved, but you can. Tell me good of an older brother, that I miss him, alright?" Harry shook his head, grabbing his mark, "I can do this. I did it for my dad. I can and will do it for you." He stared into Regulus's eyes, Harry's green eyes lit up with determination. Regulus could only nod, after all... it had been a long time since those eyes had been turned upon him. Harry focused his magic, and burned away the mark. He clenched his teeth, as it burned his magic to do so. For some reason, it was more interwoven with Voldemort's magic. Finally though, there was a loud crack, and the mark was gone. Regulus held him up, as Harry shook. It had been tough, but Harry had done it. His uncle was free, then Harry looked up... to see a rat faced man staring at him with glee.
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Harry was gone. Everyone stared at his empty seat in shock. Severus started cussing, something rare for anyone to see, as he cast spell upon spell of detection charms. How had they missed the port key? How had no one noticed it? They were being so careful... and now his baby boy was gone. He looked up as his mates arrived, late... they had gone to get Bellatrix and the Lestrange men out of Azkaban. Harry had managed to get in and remove the marks, at some point, and it had only now been discovered. "He's gone. He was right there... and then poof. My son... Harry... my little boy, is gone." Severus whispered, his face one of utter despair. Draco gasped, grabbing his heart, and everyone looked. His mark was glowing, the one left by Harry, and that could only mean that Harry was in grave danger...