Harry was fuming. He was being backed into a corner and he didn't like it. He didn't want anyone messing around with his head or trying to tell him how he was feeling or why. He already knew that he hated the Dursleys and would never forgive them and he knew how he was feeling. That was all there was to it. He didn't want anyone telling him that, in order to move on, he had to forgive those people for how they had treated him or telling him that he needed to let go. He didn't fucking want to! Yet, he didn't want to lose Rabastan over something so simple and trivial either. He didn't think Xerxes would break the contract over this apparent 'issue', but he had no doubts that Rhadamanthus would delight in breaking the contract between him and Rabastan, even over something so ridiculously small.
He seriously hated that man and he wanted to curse him until he wasn't a threat to him or to Rabastan anymore. He saw it in those oddly pale, cruel eyes, Rhadamanthus would do anything to hurt Rabastan, even if it ended up killing him in the process. He wanted Rabastan to suffer and with the betrothal between them, Rabastan was getting fitter, healthier, and better and Rhadamanthus didn't like it.
He needed to do his all to help Rabastan. If they were married, then Rhadamanthus would have no legal or otherwise claim on Rabastan as he would be considered his own man, even if he still lived at home. If they were married then they would start a main branch of the Lestrange family and Rhadamanthus couldn't do anything to make his son suffer because Harry would be there and he would absolutely not allow anyone to harm his own husband, especially not his own supposed father-in-law. He needed to do this, he needed to protect Rabastan.
"I'll do it." He told Lucius softly. "Just…make sure that it remains quiet. The last thing I want or need is for the entire wizarding world to find out that I'm seeing a mind healer, especially after the articles everyone read about me last year in the Prophet."
Lucius nodded and Harry all but tuned out the rest of the conversation, he answered on automatic as his chaotic thoughts whizzed around his head, distracting him from giving Lucius his full, undivided attention. He was, thankfully, excused only a little while later so he could floo back to Hogwarts. He chose to use McGonagall's fireplace rather than Dumbledore's. He had a lot to think about and he didn't feel like being questioned incessantly this morning.
He just simply explained about the Wizengamot meeting to a slightly startled Professor McGonagall, informed her that it had run very late into the night so that he had spent the rest of the night at home and then he was free to go to his rooms.
Rhadamanthus was an even bigger threat than he'd believed him to be. Foolishly…incredibly fucking foolishly, he'd underestimated the man. He didn't know why, he knew that the Lestranges were all dark wizards, he knew what they had done as a family and he knew they were loyal to Voldemort. Why had he believed that Rhadamanthus wouldn't use lethal force to get what he wanted, which was apparently Rabastan's suffering and eventual death?
Harry wouldn't allow it. Rabastan was his betrothed, was his husband-to-be and was his to love and protect and he did…love him that was. He did and he would not allow anything to happen to the man that he was only just coming to love. He wouldn't lose Rabastan so soon, he would protect him and they would love one another and they would have a life together. They would be married, they would be a family and they would have children together.
Harry's back straightened from where he'd been bent over, gathering his needed textbooks and the required homework that he needed for today's lessons into his backpack, which already contained a hard case with his quills and ink bottles inside it.
Would Rhadamanthus dare to harm his and Rabastan's children? Harry swallowed painfully as he realised that he would, especially if the baby was a girl because it would hurt Rabastan and make him suffer more and Rhadamanthus was hell-bent on making Rabastan suffer. Harry's fists clenched tight until his fingers hurt. He was breathing too fast and his head started to spin, but all he could see was Rhadamanthus laughing uproariously as he held the broken body of a faceless infant in his huge hands.
He was almost hyperventilating when he came to his concluding thought. It had been a half thought up plan…something that he had wanted to do, to protect Rabastan more than anything, even if it would make his life so much easier as well, yet he had put it to the back of his mind because he had underestimated the twisted, warped mind of Rhadamanthus Lestrange.
But now, he needed to plan more thoroughly, he needed to do this, not just for Rabastan, but because he had no doubt that Rhadamanthus would target their children as a way to further hurt Rabastan. He could not ever allow that to happen. He was coming to love Rabastan, he would assuredly love him when they married, but his children were his children and he could not, would not ever allow anything to happen to them. He had to kill Rhadamanthus Lestrange and it had to be done before he and Rabastan were married.
Last Time
He was almost hyperventilating when he came to his concluding thought. It had been a half thought up plan…something that he had wanted to do, to protect Rabastan more than anything, even if it would make his life so much easier as well, yet he had put it to the back of his mind because he had underestimated the twisted, warped mind of Rhadamanthus Lestrange.
But now he needed to plan more thoroughly, he needed to do this, not just for Rabastan, but because he had no doubt that Rhadamanthus would target their children as a way to further hurt Rabastan. He could not ever allow that to happen. He was coming to love Rabastan, he would assuredly love him when they married, but his children were his children and he could not, would not ever allow anything to happen to them. He had to kill Rhadamanthus Lestrange and it had to be done before he and Rabastan were married.
Harry didn't know what was more annoying for him really. It was a tossup between Dumbledore continuously trying to get him alone in his office to talk, the pathetic twelve-year-old level 'prank' attempts by his ex-housemates, or trying to find a way that he could kill a man without drawing the suspicions of any of the students or the professors onto him first.
Naturally, as his friend and brother, he had told Draco what he was planning to do about Rhadamanthus, but no one else. Not even Blaise, who knew something was going on, but also knew enough not to pry into his personal business. Draco had been stunned and a little fearful that he was deadly serious about going through with this idea, the blonde was very…squeamish for a supposed dark wizard, but Harry definitely didn't hold it against him. After all, he himself had turned out to be very dark-minded for a supposed light wizard.
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