A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Passing the Torch

"What happened?!" Severus demanded, up off the couch they were waiting on in an instant with his wand out to defend or to heal depending on the arrivals.

"Harry did something stupid is what!" Fred snarled as he and his twin gently lifted their adoptive little brother up from where he collapsed and placed him on a second couch.

"Forge, remember what he said about breaking that thing? Before he went and tried to bind it with his blood I mean? C4 and Sulfur! There has to be more to it than we thought if he wants it gone even though we aren't at war!" George pointed out, pausing a moment to brush Harry's bangs out of his face.

"But why sulfur? I remember what C4 is, it always gives a nice boom," Fred asked, calming a bit now that they weren't in immediate danger.

"What would our husband want with brimstone?" Voldemort scowled even as he hovered behind Severus while Harry was checked over and found only to be exhausted.

"We got dumped into the Department of Mysteries when trying to escape the ministry and whatever got loose there. Harry said something about sending the goblins after whatever it was and then we landed in front of this giant carved stone with weird people and creatures carved into it," Fred explained before handing off to his brother with a nod.

"Harry sort of froze when he saw it and then started muttering about needing to destroy it. He ordered us to do it with C4 and Sulfur later, made us promise, before tossing some of his blood at it. There was a surge of cold power as Harry started to fall, kind of like being near a Dementor,and he was out cold on the floor. We tossed an enervate at him then heard the roar of whatever was loose before he made everyone get near him and apperated everyone out through the wards," George explained. "Then we landed here and he passed out. Still, I'm glad he sent the elves ahead as scouts. We would have had a much harder time rescuing the Professors without knowing where we were going."

"Owww," Harry groaned as he brought himself back to consciousness, clutching at his suddenly throbbing head.

"Just like a Lion to jump in head first and need the plans of a Snake to rescue them," Severus said pointedly to his husband.

"Not now Sev, 'can scold later," Harry slurred as he fought with the headache that woke him up, something he knew was backlash from the magic Death had unceremoniously severed. He must have really pissed off the entity or done something stupid with the attempted binding to have such a splitting headache trying to rend his skull in two.

"That doesn't sound right," Voldemort pointed out, eyes narrowed in a mix of thought and concentration.

"Pissed 'ff M'rt," Harry muttered in pained effort.

"What did you do to piss off DEATH?!" Severus demanded, eyes narrow in upset and nostrils flaring in temper at the risks his husband must have taken.

"Tried bind... stupid big tablet, finds magicals..." Harry admitted, still in obvious pain. "Work... last time."

"Worked last time?!" Severus said ominously. Voldemort sighed and yanked the Potions Master closer to him so that he could cuddle their furious husband into a calmer mood.

"My head," Harry groaned.

"Magical backlash can do that to you, especially if you are rushed or had attempted something on the more powerful side that didn't take," Voldemort sighed, continuing to hug Severus and keeping him calm.

Severus on the other hand grumbled and growled. Even as he spelled an extra strength pain potion into their reckless husband he didn't pull away from the Dark Lord. Eventually he took pity on his husband and spelled a sleep potion into him to sleep out the magical backlash.

Harry dreamed. He dreamed of a time when hope still spotted the land ravaged by war. He dreamed of the looming darkness that threatened the children he collected and protected. He dreamed of comrades old and new fighting at his side. He dreamed of the magic. He dreamed of what was once to come and might come again. He dreamed of his children, both those lost to the other timeline and the little one Voldemort carried. He dreamed.

The power Harry let loose, seeping from his every pore as he slept saturated the house and everyone within it in protective power. It pulled his husbands closer to him, merging with their own cores. This grew their own magic power, nearly doubling it as they slept. The baby's magic formed almost instantly, months before the process should have even begun.

Everything was watched by three powerful beings that stalked the house that was completely unaware of their presence.

"Maybe this will give them happiness," Magic whispered in quiet glee to her fellows. Fate giggled in quiet agreement.

"As a gift why don't we deal with that stone and moor-walker?" Mort suggested.. "Some of his memories..."

"Yes, some of them might cause a few problems," Magic agreed with a touch of sadness.

"Don't loose heart. Until the Christ child returns we can only help them a bit. When our Lord returns we will have a thousand golden years to teach them and play," Fate consoled. "These three can anchor some of it until our lord returns and it can be properly fixed."

"I am simply glad that they were granted a pure child even in spite of our meddling," Mort reminded them in open amusement. "Come let us leave them to their happiness."

"Lets," Magic agreed as the trio slipped quietly from the house, leaving only a note to mark their passing. The household would be shocked come morning and Harry would have full control of the wizarding world by the time the baby was born. He would rule the magic users well with a happy life and family until the son of god returned to claim his own throne over man.