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With A Noose	By : RavenofSerpents Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 14475 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters or places from it. I do not make any money of the writing of this fan fiction. I do not own the lyrics from "Tullanum, " by the band Eluveitie, which is featured in an excerpt at the start

Chapter List
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Author's Note - IMPORTANT - You need to read this for clarification. First of all, nobody besides Dumbledore found out Harry was a parselmouth in second year, it all happened the same, he just kept his snake speaking a secret. A lot is meant to be inferred from the descriptions in this first chapter. I'm changing canon in a big way, also recycling over-used cliched plots into my own spin on things. It may be over used, but I like the cliches a lot. So why not?
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And so it ends, with a noose. Fly, Raven...

Fly.

~" Tullianum," Eluveitie.

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Chapter One : T . u . l . l . i . a . n . u . m.

Harry woke up on Christmas morning with a feeling of dread and as he laid there, his brain cleared now of sleep fog, he stared at the ceiling with blank expression. Ron wasn't in the bed beside his, which for this year hadn't been uncommon. The ginger boy always made sure to wake up and leave the room before Harry did, and the other would only enter the room after Harry was asleep.
Harry knew Ron didn't hate him, or anything of the sort. The second youngest Weasley was just taking Harry's own expulsion harder than Harry was himself. The redhead could barely say two words to his best mate before a pained grimace would cross his face and he fled whatever room they happened to be in. Harry almost wished Ron would yell at him. Instead, his once best friend left him utterly alone to cope with his grief without so much as a word.
Hermione, on the other hand, had become insufferable to the other extreme. She insulted everything from Harry's "hero complex" for saving Dudley, to his stupidity for using the curse that probably saved them both from being kissed, to his inability to get to his hearing on time - which the ministry had changed at the last minute. She constantly berated him on Ron's own mood and claimed Harry was terribly selfish to make Ron go through so much and still only care about himself.
Various members of the order had popped into the Burrow during the course of his week-long Christmas stay to assure him that Dumbledore was still working diligently to overturn his sentence on the grounds of a mis-trial, or to at least get another hearing. But Harry didn't understand why Dumbledore couldn't make these promises himself, or why on the few occasions he had stopped to the burrow on business, he hadn't even been able to look at Harry whatsoever.
Dumbledore had also for the most part ignored Harry's pleas to be removed from the Dursley's. Even after he finally broke down and admitted, through owl, that after his expulsions the Dursley's had begun beating him now and were starving him far more than previous. Dumbledore had written back that while he regretted "the situation," Harry still had to remain where he was safest.
That was, of course, years ago. By now Harry held little hope that the promises of the Order meant anything and even less hope that he wouldn't be returned to the Dursley's the moment Dumbledore could get them to take him back in. Legally, he could refuse, but where magic and Dumbledore were concerned being an adult still didn't mean Harry could get away from them.
Harry's only constant had been Ginny and the twins. Whenever they had been able to keep in contact, the three constantly tried to improve Harry's mood, with little success over the years. They had also taken it upon themselves to make Ron and Hermione "see sense" and recognize that they all needed to reconcile the strained friendship. Ginny had often been seen yelling at Ron until she was red in the face, and the twins were known to prank Hermione incessantly when she talked down to, or about Harry.
Still, these gestures meant very little to Harry, if his life was only going to be more of the same; two friendships lost and a lifetime of being under Dumbledore's thumb, his wand broken; an unwanted burden in the wizarding world, the boy-who-couldn't-do-magic by express order of the ministry.
His situation was hopeless.
~*.}:{.*~ T H I S . I S . A . P A G E . B R E A K ~*.}:{.*~
Harry stirred when suddenly, sounds of a loud commotion came from downstairs ; without a second thought he rushed down and them two at a time. Harry was in the kitchen within moments. It took less time for him to see that Weasleys were all either restrained at wand point, or stupefied on the floor. Then, Harry's sight was drawn to the figure dominating the center of the room, with an unholy smirk on his face.
"Voldemort," Harry hissed.
"Potter," Voldemort hissed back with more venom, in a way that sent shivers down Harry's spine, that cruel smile still on his lips.
"I brought you a present," Voldemort taunted, "It is Christmas after all, how rude would it be if I did not get something for our precious boy who lived?"
The other masked Death Eaters all cackled at this, while Voldemort dropped a finely wrapped black package at Harry's feet, a large parcel that clattered to the floor with a loud thud.
"Open it," Voldemort hissed, as the Death Eater holding Ginny pressed his wand tighter against her throat, the warning clear.

Though he desperately wanted to ignore the demand, Harry swallowed his temper, and he retrieved the package from the floor. It took more time as it should have open it with rage coursing through him, making his fingers clumsy and unsteady.
Once he'd peeled away the paper, Harry lifted the cover off of the nondescript box inside, and found an ornate pensieve in it, along with a bottle containing a silvery substance. Harry stared at it for a bit too long, torn between dread and relief that the box hadn't contained the head (or other body part) of a friend, like Neville or Luna.
"It's a pensieve, Potter. You pour the bottled memories in it and put your head in," a Death Eater mocked, as if Harry were still a small and stupid child.
"I know what it is," Harry snapped.
"Well, Potter? Aren't you going to look at my present?" Voldemort taunted, "After all the trouble I went through to obtain it, just for you..."
"Harry, DON'T!" Ron screamed, "Don't you dare listen to that bastard!"
Ron was silenced quickly, followed by a "Crucio," as he screamed silently, then a stupefy.
Harry grit his teeth and emptied the bottle, then placed his head in and viewed the memories.
O-O / HPLV / O-O

Voldemort waited patiently for Potter to re-emerge, a vicious grin on his face, as he eagerly awaited the much anticipated reaction he was certain he would get. As expected, Potter pulled his head away from the pensieve, with a broken look on his face, but the next words out of the boy's mouth left Lord Voldemort staring.
"Thank you," Harry said, voice trembling and full of wonder, as well as genuine appreciation.
"What-?" Lord Voldemort spat out, feeling, for perhaps the first time in his life, as though he had missed something significant.
"Thank you," Harry repeated, in a tone that sounded well and truly touched with emotion, "This is the best present I've ever had."
The boy's friends stared at him in horror, but Harry Potter's seemed to be fixated only on Lord Voldemort and a distant point somewhere beyond the scope of seeing. Harry continued talking, seemingly oblivious to the looks of incredulity coming from the entire room.
"I like how you added that message in blood to the wall in Dudley's bedroom," Harry voice shook and sounded warped, tinged with a curious sounding mix of awe and perhaps fear of his own glee.
"I had assumed that was your room," Lord Voldemort stated, perplexed.
"Oh no, not at all," Harry said, "They put me back in my cupboard after I was expelled... that was their precious Dudders' room," the last was all but sneered.
After saying this, Harry's face then took on a glazed expression as he mused, "Dudley really did scream for you..."
"Potter,"Lord Voldemort began, as he grabbed the boy's arm, "This wasn't-"
"But it was the best gift I've ever gotten," Harry said, and his voice sounded odd to Lord Voldemort's ears.
Then, Harry turned to Lord Voldemort, and his bright green eyes stared determined and curiously into deep red, truly evaluating his so-called nemesis for the first time in his life. Lord Voldemort stared back, unsure of how to react to the boy he hadn't seen since his resurrection when the brat had been fourteen. Potter had changed far more than anticipated in only four years.
"You have no idea what you've just done for me," Harry stated in parseltongue, "I've dreamed of this... And shadow, he whispers to me about it. You killed them just how shadow always promised me he would..."
"What?" Lord Voldemort hissed back, "Who are you speaking of?"
Lord Voldemort felt certain the boy had no friends by the name of "Shadow," and the Potter brat had never struck him as insane before, but he was starting to rethink that assessment.
Harry stared at Lord Voldemort, warily, before he finally replied after a long pause.
"Shadow is... In my mind. Sometimes... Shadow dreams about you. And he talks to me, he always has. He tells me no muggle filth should dare to lay their hands on... What's his. Me, I think he means."
Lord Voldemort took a long look at the boy as the trickling sense of dread and alarm continued to grow in the back of his mind.
"Tell me, child. How is it that you can speak this language? I have never heard of a parselmouth in the Potter family, " Voldemort asked.

"I... Don't know," Harry replied, still speaking parseltongue, "Dumbledore said that it must have come from you. That you transferred some of your power to me."
"My power..? That's impossible! Unless..." Lord Voldemort trailed off and stared at the Potter boy, perplexed.
"A change of plans," Lord Voldemort said, once the information had finally processed, "Kill the others; I'm taking Potter with me."
Harry looked on at his friends, with vaguely apathetic dismay, as the Dark Lord apparated away with him.

TBC...
After Notes:

This isn't going to be nearly as much angst as it seems like it's going to be. It's going to be a unique!powerful!Harry story with a lot of recycled ideas... and some new twists.
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