HP:The Chronicles of Black.

Harry sighed and he rubbed his head. "Give me a minute to change into something more comfortable."

"I've been waiting all night!" "It was a very distressing moment for me, Draco, let me get comfortable first." Harry insisted as he walked right through his sitting room and into his bedroom. He shucked his dress robes and trousers right away before putting his wand and his gold cufflinks on his bedside table and then stripping off his shirt. He found his most comfortable and warm, favourite pair of fleece pyjamas and he all but sunk into them.

He took a breath and went back into his sitting room and sat next to Draco.

"Well then?" Draco pressed when he remained silent.

"It really started when Rodolphus demanded that I take a Veritaserum test to prove that I hadn't been intimate with anyone." Harry started, easing himself into the memories of earlier that night.

"You passed right?"

Harry snorted harshly. "Of course I did. I haven't done anything with anyone and I proved that tonight. Rodolphus was forced to apologise, but the potion had left my mouth dry and my face all numb and rubbery, so I went to the bathroom to swill my mouth out and to splash some water onto my face. I didn't see the need to lock the door, so when I looked up, I was taken by surprise when my head was forced into the mirror."

"Rodolphus?!" Draco gasped in horror.

"Rowle." Harry growled. "He attacked me, tried to strangle me, which is where these bruises came from." He said, showing Draco the marks he was sure were forming around his neck from the tightness he could feel in the skin. "They're going to be much worse tomorrow and then he…."

"He what?" Draco asked quietly as Harry stopped and remained silent, drawing a blank over the words.

"He tried to rape me, Draco." He said blankly, trying to cut his memories and emotions off from the words he'd spoken.

"What?!" The blonde exploded. "Did he manage to…to…you know?"

Harry shook his head. "No, he ripped my blue robes and tore all of the fastenings off of it and he did…he did manage…he forced his hand into my boxers to fondle me." He forced out in one breath.

"What happened? How did you get away? Did Rabastan find you? Or father?"

"No. I always take my wand everywhere, so I ripped it out and blasted him away from me. I broke his arm badly."

"Good!" Draco replied viciously.

"That's not all I did. I was so angry, so humiliated that he'd managed to do that to me that I didn't even think before saying the first spell that came into my head. The Reductor curse. I blew his left leg off, Draco." Draco went even paler than he usually was, which left him looking sickly. "It's only intended for use on inanimate objects, it shouldn't be powerful enough to sever living limbs. Are you saying that your Reductor curse was powerful enough to blast off a human leg with that much muscle and bulk on it?"

Harry nodded.

"What happened to Rowle?"

Harry sucked on his bottom lip and debated on what to tell Draco. He decided on a partial truth as his brother already looked like he was going to be sick.

"He bled out. I was aiming for his lap, but he moved at the last moment and the divide was very high up his leg, near his hip. I hit the main artery in the thigh. Father cleaned it up, along with Xerxes. Rabastan took me back into the ballroom to give me a room full of alibis, but Rowle had already ruined my robes, so I needed to change them." "No wonder you didn't want anyone to know that you were wearing different robes. I hushed up Astoria too. I told her that you'd had an accident with a trifle and to not draw attention to it to save you from further embarrassment."

Harry laughed. "I do like trifle."

"You're okay though, aren't you?" Draco asked, looking at him hard.

Harry nodded. "I'm fine. I've got a bruise salve to put on my throat tonight and I'm not hurt and I can't be afraid of anything because Rowle is dead. I'm going to be just fine. I can take care of myself, I've been doing it for a while now. Though, I have to admit that it is nice to rely on someone now and then, it feels nice to take the pressure off and give it to someone else for a little while."

Harry smiled and then the subject changed and he asked how Draco and Astoria had been through the night and they made a bit of small talk about what else had happened during the party and Draco had a good laugh over the memory of Harry's handling of the Aurors and then Draco left for his own bed suite and Harry could fall into his bed and just sleep.

He didn't want to think, he didn't really want to do anything at all, he just wanted to sleep and rest so that he could forget what had happened tonight. He did remember to plaster on the bruise salve though. That's all he really needed when going on his first dinner date with Rabastan, an imprint of Rowle's fingers wrapped around his neck. So, he made sure to cover every inch of his throat and the back of his neck, just in case. Tomorrow, he wanted to focus purely on Rabastan and nothing else.

Last Time

Harry smiled and then the subject changed and he asked how Draco and Astoria had been through the night and they made a bit of small talk about what else had happened during the party and Draco had a good laugh over the memory of Harry's handling of the Aurors and then Draco was gone and Harry could fall into his bed and just sleep.

He didn't want to think, he didn't really want to do anything at all, he just wanted to sleep and rest so that he could forget what had happened tonight. He did remember to plaster on the bruise salve though. That's all he really needed when going on his first dinner date with Rabastan, an imprint of Rowle's fingers wrapped around his neck. So, he made sure to cover every inch of his throat and the back of his neck, just in case. Tomorrow, he wanted to focus purely on Rabastan and nothing else.

Plastering the bruise salve onto his throat the night before had not headed off as much of the bruising as Harry would have liked. He'd woken up late and showered, washing the dried, flaky paste away, to reveal the faint bluish-green bruises of Rowle's finger imprints on the front of his neck, wrapping right around to the base of his skull, where eight large, dark bruises were located from where Rowle had dug the tips of his fingers into the back of his neck while his thumbs had dug into his windpipe.

He had been very badly bruised if keeping a salve on overnight hadn't healed it completely and it only went to prove just how tightly Rowle had been squeezing. Rowle had been aiming to kill him, of that he had no doubts. Harry was glad that he was dead.

He plastered his throat and neck with even more bruise paste and unhappily went down for breakfast. The bruise had better be gone before his dinner date with Rabastan or he was going to find some way to bring Rowle back from the dead just to kill him all over again. Slower this time, much slower, without the option of unconscious oblivion or a quick bleed out.

"You are still marred?" Narcissa asked as he joined them for breakfast. She immediately stood up and came hurrying to him. She gently picked up his chin without touching the paste and got him to open his mouth so that she could check his throat for him.

"Your throat is sore on the inside. Pimsey!"

"Mistress called for Pimsey." The house-elf asked as she popped immediately into existence in the dining room.

"Get a potion for Harry's throat from the storeroom. Come and sit down, Harry. Drink some tea, it'll help."

Harry was settled into a chair and given a freshly made cup of tea.

"Is there anything left of Rowle?" Harry asked as he took a sip of his tea and grimaced as his sore throat made itself known for the first time.

"This is hardly the place or the time for such conversations." Narcissa chastised him but Harry kept his eyes on Lucius. His father sighed. "No, I would imagine that there is very little left after last night, Harry. Why do you ask?"

"I was going to try and find something that could reanimate him so I can kill him all over again."

Lucius sighed. "Let it go, Harry. He's dead and he died in a painful, humiliating and horrific way. Let that be enough and bury your remaining feelings and grudges. It's over now."

Harry nodded and took a deep breath. He thanked Pimsey for handing him the potion vial and he sipped on it slowly, grimacing and gagging at the taste, but it had to pass slowly past his throat in order to soothe and heal it.

He groped for his cup of tea and gulped it down as soon as he was done with the potion, trying to wash away the thick, syrupy potion still clinging to his tongue and throat.

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