Holy fiddle-lee-dee! It has been so freaking long! Not sure how often I will update, that is still very much unclear, but I will try to keep this story going. As well as my others. I thank you all for being so loyal to this story and hope that this new chapter will make you happy.

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Dammit! Now 'Happy' is stuck in my head!

Disclaimer: I own Garuse and no one from the Harry Potter franchise.

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Knowing better but doing so anyway, Harry headed down into Garuse's suite. Nathara followed after him silently, almost. Angry hisses escaped from her every once in a while. Reaching the dead end, she placed her hand on the wall, granting Harry entrance first before gliding in as well.

Garuse looked up curiously when Harry stormed in, dropping himself on the couch next to him and putting his head on the Dementor Lord's lap. Reaching down, he gently massaged Harry's scalp, hoping to calm him. After a few minutes, Harry took in a shaky inhale.

"She called me a liar," he stated lowly. "I told her Voldemort's back, that he killed Cedric…but she said he isn't back. That Cedric's death was just an unfortunate accident. That I was only telling lies to get attention."

"Is that why you got your detentions?" Garuse asked softly, his fingers brushing through the dark locks of his Chosen.

Harry nodded his head, his gaze locked on the crackling fire across from them. Then hesitantly held up his hand. The angry red welts stood out to Garuse's narrowed gaze. Though faint, the words were there. 'I must not tell lies.'

"She used a Blood Quill on you?" he growled angrily, taking the delicate hand into his own callused hold. Another nod on his leg. "Those are only to be used on important documents. Nothing else!" He huffed angrily, snapping his head around to look to Nathara. "You bore witness?"

The Dementor nodded. "It was difficult to find a decent hiding spot," she admitted. "The human toad lives in a burrow of vibrant pink and mewling kittens."

"Ugh," the lord scoffed in disgust, the mere mental image too much for him to handle. "This will be dealt with."

Harry let out a soft grunt, pulling his hand from Garuse's before draping his arm across the man's lap. "I can handle the quill and the scars," he admitted. "It's the idea that Cedric's murder is being brushed away as an accident. He was a good guy, he doesn't deserve that."

Humming lowly, Garuse's hand returned to the thick black strand. "Soon, it won't be," he told him soothingly. "I have a feeling Voldemort will do something to show he has returned. But this woman using these Quills will not be brushed aside. I don't give a damn if she is high ranking in the Ministry, what she is doing is illegal." He tilted his head back and stared down his nose to the fire in thought. "If we can prove what she is doing…"

"You think she's doing it to other students?" Harry asked, turning his head a bit to look up at the man.

"It is possible," he replied. "It could simply be her trying to break you in particular, which would be counted as a hate crime. Still illegal and I believe the punishment is worse." He sighed heavily before waving Nathara over. "Get something to treat this so it won't scar."

"Of course, my Lord," the Dementor bowed before leaving the room.

Tilting his head downward to lock his eyes with the emerald orbs of his One, he smirked. "Getting proof of one may be more difficult than the other, but proof will be found," Garuse promised him. "That woman won't last long here."

Harry returned the smirk. "She's messing with the wrong person," he chuckled.

"Indeed," the man agreed, his thumb caressing Harry's chin.

Nathara returned with a bowl of foul smelling liquid tinted a green color. Harry's nose scrunched up. "I don't have to drink that, do I?" he asked, pushing himself up a bit.

"No," the Dementor answered, but he could hear her smug smile in her raspy voice. "Simply soak your hand in it."

Slowly, tentatively, Harry reached to the bowl and slipped his hand into the lukewarm liquid. He shivered at the feel of something slimy in the water, a plant if he guessed correctly. "It smells," he muttered.

"It'll help keep the words from scarring," Garuse assured him, pressing his lips to Harry's crown. "Promise me something, my dear one."

"Yeah?" Harry replied, tucking his head under the lord's chin.

"I don't trust Dumbledore as far as I can throw him," he started. "His spies may as well be useless, but they can still harm you. The old man is trying to make up his mind on how to get you back under his control. Please, be more careful. More aware. Nathara will always remain close to you, but that does not mean you drop your guard."

"Don't plan on it," Harry sighed, his skin dipped in the medicated liquid giving off a soft tingling feeling. "Can I stay here tonight?"

Garuse let out a soft puff of air. "You never have to ask," he answered.

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The second night of detention, Harry couldn't keep the smirk off his face. Umbridge fully believed that she had some sort of control over the Dementors. Yet the one with him, Nathara of course, continuously ignored her, acting as thought the room were more interesting. Then she reached over and touched one of the kitten plates on the wall, frost covering it at an alarming rate. It suddenly shattered, the pieces falling to the ground to break into even smaller bits.

Umbridge started raging at Nathara, who just continued to act as though the 'human toad' wasn't there. Giving up on the Dementor, mainly because she did not want to get near the creature and she wasn't able to produce a Patronus strong enough to drive it away, Umbridge pulled out her Blood Quill and placed it in front of Harry. Before he could touch it, however, Nathara snatched it away, freezing the quill in thick frost. Harry stifled a snicker as Umbridge attempted to order the Dementor to put the quill down and get out. Nathara turned to her, her rattling breath stopping the woman's tirade.

Holding it out in front of herself, Nathara broke the frozen quill in half, knowing it is her last one. Before the detention, Nathara had one of her fellow creature slip into the DADA office, locate all of Umbridge's Blood Quills except for one, and destroy them. Nathara just destroyed her last, leaving Umbridge no choice but to call in an order for more, which would require a long explanation to Amelia Bones as to why Umbridge needed so many Blood Quills. Hogwarts does not have any paperwork that requires a Blood Quill, after all.

Giving off an air of victory, Nathara tucked the broken quill into her flowing cloak, hiding it on her own person until she was asked to remove it. Garuse had already sent a anonymous letter to Amelia Bones about a suspicion of a teacher using Blood Quills for detentions. When she arrives to investigate, Nathara will reveal the broken quill and Harry will show her his hand, the words still visible even after the treatment. Though they should heal well enough and won't scar without the continued use of the Blood Quill now.

Umbridge turned, storming to her desk and opening the drawer only to find all her Blood quills were broken, bits of frost still melting off the strands of feathers. "What is the meaning of this?!" she shouted.

"You truly wish to know?" the Dementor asked with a shake of her head, startling Umbridge. "We don't like you or your way of punishing students." Nathara looked down at Harry. "You still have a detention, young one. Write your lines."

Pouting since he believed Nathara would get him out of detention, he pulled out his own quill and inkpot, dipping it in and writing the first line. Thankfully, she stayed in the room with him, between him and Umbridge. He only wrote a foot before Umbridge suddenly snapped and told him that his detention was over for the night.

He left, smirk dancing on his lips, and Nathara followed after him. Once out of the room, he looked at her. "That was bloody brilliant," he complimented.

Nathara let out a hissing laugh. "We shall see how she manages to handle Lord Garuse's plan, then," she commented.

Harry's eyebrow rose in curiosity, but she said no more, simply leading him back to Garuse's chambers.

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Snape stared at him employer, stunned that the man suggested such a thing. "I will do no such thing," he told him firmly.

"Harry must be controlled, Severus," Dumbledore attempted to convince him. "I fear his time with the Dementors have altered him. We must separate him from them."

"You want me to basically poison Lily's son!" the Potion Master snapped at the elderly man.

"Not poison him," the Headmaster went on. "Simply a potion that will-"

"Make him nothing more than an empty shell for you to control! I will not make such a potion, Albus! You may not realize the threat to it, so I will explain it. His will is too powerful for it. He will fight its affects, which will, in the end, kill him. His magic will react to his will, fight against the potion. And because it is so powerful, and his magic is powerful, it will lash out at him as well. I am telling you, Albus, it will kill the boy." Snape shook his head in finality. "I will not create that potion. Ever."

"Severus, after everything I have done for you, all I ask is for the Potion of Control," Dumbledore sighed sadly, his grandfatherly façade decorating his form. "I simply ask for it because I worry for Harry."

"You ask for it because you worry for a tool," Snape pointed out. "You don't worry for that boy at all. I may have hated his father, but I will not allow you to do such a thing to Lily's child! Throw me into Azkaban, if you must, but I won't do it."

Dumbledore stared at him long and hard before finally letting out a grunt. "Very well, Severus," he said, turning towards the door.

Snape watched the elder leave, not falling to his seat until the door was closed. His hand pressed against his forehead, trying to ward off the oncoming headache. Keeping Dumbledore out of his mind was getting harder, the Headmaster trying to push his way in with more force each time. He didn't have a single doubt that Dumbledore will simply order that despicable potion in from elsewhere, but Snape's hands are clean of this affair.

A knock on his door broke him from that thought. "Enter," he called out.

Two redheads slipped inside, closing the door with a soft click. "Bloody hell, Dumbledore was pissed," one remarked.

"Too right," the other responded. "What did you do?"

He should have known. Though he did find the Weasley twins immensely annoying when they first arrived, they have their uses. After all, they somehow always manage to get out, generally into the Forest. Because of this sneaking nature of theirs, he went ahead and hired them on as gatherers. They know their ingredients, plant-wise anyway, and could get into the Forbidden Forest much easier than he can. It did take one pile of stress off of him, after all, and he could get some sleep instead of little to none.

"He wanted a certain potion for a certain boy," he answered as the two put a pair of bags on his table. "I refused."

"He really should just give up," Fred stated with an annoyed sigh.

"Especially since our dear Harrikins has been spending so much time around that fellow," George added. "What was his name?"

"Garuse, Lord of Dementors," Fred answered with a deep voice, his form straightened up to show false pomposity.

"Have a care," Snape snarled at them both. "That man is very powerful. And I would suggest not attempting to anger someone who is a lord over such creatures."

"Have some fun, Professor," Fred chided him.

"Yeah, he meant nothing by it," George supported his twin, matching grins on their faces. "By the by, have you been able to see how Harry's been lately?"

"We can't get near him because of our dear baby brother and his bloody girlfriend," the other twin scoffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he did so.

"They literally try to make sure no one gets near him."

"Don't think they trust us any."

"Not that we'd blame them, of course."

"We're not exactly trustworthy," Fred chuckled, sharing a look with his other half.

"More like the two of you are wild cards that Dumbledore would prefer to keep away from Potter because he fears your influence over him," Snape pointed out, rubbing his forehead as he looked over the herbs the twins' brought him.

The pair shrugged. "Oh well," they said. "Give us a chance or two and we'll try to talk to him."

"If he trusts you after your brother's betrayal," the professor stated, his fingers gently moving the herbs to the side so he may inspect the ones hidden underneath the top layer. As usual, these were perfect. The coloring, size, and lack of wilting made this batch just right.

"I would just be happy being able to talk to him," George sighed dejectedly.

"He's a little brother to us, not a vault for us to dip our fingers into," Fred added with his own sigh.

"We hate what our family was doing."

"Never even touched the money."

"Dirty money stolen from an innocent and hurt kid."

"When Potter realizes that, he may listen to whatever it is you have to say. Now, I suggest your boys get back to your dormitory. Curfew is in half an hour." Snape pulled out a bag, placing it on the table. "As usual, these are perfect. Now off to your dorms."

The two nodded, grabbed the bag of payment, and then left without another word, surprising Snape for a moment. They must have a lot on their minds. As he started to place the herbs into their own containers that would preserve their freshly plucked demeanor, he noticed the temperature of the room rose only a few degrees.

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A Dementor, slightly smaller than the rest due to his younger age, slipped into the room. Garuse looked up from the note in his hand, a report Yophik. "I am honestly surprised by you being here, Hasor," he commented. "I did not think that Potion Professor would cause any problems."

"An easy assignment for my first, my Lord?" Hasor asked him, tilting his head.

"It was supposed to be," he replied with a heavy sigh.

"Well, there is no problem from the dark human," the young Dementor stated, slowly making his way to be in front of the Lord. "I do not doubt Honkop will report such as well. The twinkling human attempted to persuade the dark human to create a Potion of Control for your Chosen."

"He what?!" Garuse snarled, jumping to his feet.

"The dark human refused, even saying he would rather be thrown into our prison," the young one went on as Garuse paced in agitation. "The twinkling human left. Shortly after, two grinning reds entered."

"Grinning reds?" Garuse repeated. The Dementors don't normally care for names outside their own, his, and now Harry's. Even then, they don't use them much.

"Those red humans, the ones who looked alike," Hasor clarified. Garuse rolled his eyes, knowing whom the young creature was speaking of now. The Weasley Twins. His Harry adores them, says they know when he needs cheering up or would help him when he needed it. "They seem to be on good terms with the dark human. They mentioned wanting to talk to your Chosen. They miss him."

A small smile grew on his lips as he nodded his head. "He misses them as well," he stated, his pacing slowing down. "I will let him know. Pass this on to Honkop: Ensure that old man never gets his hands on a Potion of Control. Shift through his mail, if he has to, to make sure he doesn't order one in." Hasor nodded before bowing respectfully and leaving.

"What exactly is a Potion of Control?" a soft voice asked, making Garuse turn to see his sleepy Chosen behind him.

Garuse shook his head. "The drinker has no control over him or herself," he said in disgust. "Every single thing they do is by the order of their 'master'. I have seen horrible memories of such use. The drinker is just a shell waiting for orders."

"Ultimate control, then," Harry whispered, his body shivering at the very idea of such a thing.

Taking long strides to the teen, Garuse placed his hands gently on Harry's cheek, tilting his head upwards. "I will not allow such a fate to befall you," he promised before connecting their lips.

Harry's lips parted, allowing the lord's tongue into his cavern. His teeth scraped against the appendage before his own tongue soothed it. He closed his lips around the pink organ, sucking on it gently before releasing the grip his lips had.

Sadly, air is necessary. The two separated, panting slightly with a thin sliver of saliva connecting them. Garuse pressed his forehead to Harry's, inhaling deeply. "Back to bed, you need your rest," he told him softly. "Tomorrow will be interesting."

Harry smirked. "Promise?"

A chuckle escaped the Dementor Lord. "I promise."

A soft hum escaped the teenager before he pulled his forehead away, looking up into red-silver-swirled eyes. "What was that about grinning reds?"

"He spoke of your twins. They miss you greatly and wish to speak with you."

"Then I'll need some place private to speak with them." Harry huffed in amusement. "Of course, with Nathara there to guard us. Which reminds me, what are you plans concerning Umbridge?"

"You will see soon enough, my One. Now back to bed."

Harry rubbed his upper arms and pouted. "It's cold," he commented before smirking up at the man.

Garuse shook his head. "You keep pressing boundaries," he pointed out.

"Then consider this as me saying I trust you to sleep beside me," the teenager shot back.

"You may trust me all you please," the lord told him gently, rubbing Harry's jaw with his thumbs lightly. "It is I that I do not trust. I do not wish to push you too far before you are ready."

"Just tonight. Please?"

With a deep inhale, Garuse accepted. He knows his One is not asking out of flirtation, but out of a need for comfort. It warmed his heart that Harry trusted him with that much.

While he may have gotten out of a detention with a Blood Quill because of his Dementor bodyguard, simply the events that led up to such a detention brought back memories. He could see them before when Harry sought comfort last night. He wanted to take them away, but he couldn't. Harry would never forgive him if he did such a thing without permission. Garuse did not doubt for a moment that those memories are what is causing his Chosen to rest so uneasily.

"On one condition," he tells him softly. "If I find myself fighting to keep my hands to myself, should I find myself craving more, I will leave the bed without complaint. Deal?"

Harry nodded. "Deal," he agreed. "Just stay in the room long enough for me to get to sleep. That's all I ask."

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Not sure when I am going to update again, but I already have a plan for next chapter. ^^ So progress there!

Anyway, hope this was enough. Probably not, I haven't updated this story in forever. But hey, at least it's a new chapter! With a bit of fluffiness.

So question, because now that I wrote it, it's an option open to me. I didn't even plan on it, I just typed it up. Typically how I usually write. But I wanna ask for opinions. Should I torture Snape by pairing him with the Twins or no?