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Possession	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 85531 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter X - Grief

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Voldemort looked down at his sleeping prize as he considered his next
move. He had Harry here but he knew, having wasn't keeping and his prize would
still fight him before bowing to the inevitable. The Dark Lord was actually
looking forward to the fight...
Harry had his true memories back now and he had a new memory to combat the
truth with but it was unlikely that he would be ready to accept either. In
time, there would be no choice but for the immediate future... Acceptance would
not come easily either. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes, idly running one hand
through Harry's sleep tousled hair, feeling the beginning of an idea form but his
train of thought was broken as sleepy green eyes blinked and Harry looked
around confused.
Emerald eyes flicked around wildly and Voldemort made soothing noises to his
pet but he failed to prevent the inevitable as Harry remembered. Crystal tears
collected in his eyes and then rolled over his creamy skin. The Dark Lord moved
long white fingers to Harry's face, cupping it and gently wiping away the tears
before raising his hand and licking at the salty liquid. "My poor little
one," he murmured before embracing Harry, pulling the boy into a sitting
position.
Harry held back only for an instant. All unknowing he clung to the man who
was offering him comfort, sobbing into the fine black fabric. Warm arms were
wrapped around him and hands were running up and down his back, stroking him
gently. A soft litany of comforting murmurs sounded in his ear and he felt
safe... protected...
But nothing could protect him from his memories.
He had... They had... They had all... It had hurt, it had hurt so much...
He'd asked them to stop, why hadn't they stopped? What had he done wrong?
Shouldn't they at least tell him that? It hurt... It hurt so much... He
couldn't tell anyone. He'd tried but he just couldn't get the words out and
they had watched all the time. They'd hurt him when they thought he might have
been thinking about telling. There had been no way out.
He'd been used... He felt so cheap. He was dirty. He was so dirty...
"Shh... Harry... Shh... I will not hurt you... It's alright, I won't
let them hurt you again..."
"I'm dirty..." Harry gasped through his tears, not looking up. He
trusted the man... They wouldn't hurt him again but he still felt like used
goods...
"No Harry," Voldemort soothed him. "No, you're not. Not to
me. I will always be here for you."
Harry looked up dazedly, blinking tear filled emerald eyes, focusing on the
crimson eyes that looked down at him. He sniffed and shook his head before
bowing it back again, gripping tighter to the man. He remembered those eyes...
They had been comforting... They had been soft as they were now. And he knew
the voice, it had soothed him before and it had been rough with the sound of
his name at the moment of release and it had been the only one to whisper
endearments to him.
"Let me show you what it means to be loved," Voldemort whispered
into Harry's thick hair reminding him of the better time as he inhaled his
scent.
Harry gulped feeling himself become weak again. He was warm and the words
brought back an incredible feeling of pleasure as if he was wrapped in a
cocoon. He was protected and cherished... He was safe. His eyes became heavy
again and he sighed... He felt a little better but he was still dirty.
He'd still been used.
"I won't ever leave you."
Harry nodded slightly and sighed as he felt himself lose consciousness
again. The words were comforting... The man would stay with him... Perhaps he
could face the darkness.
Voldemort looked down at his treasure as he laid Harry back down, keeping
one hand on the boy's chest, rubbing gently. His reaction was expected.
Grief... It would be followed by guilt, then anger, before acceptance and then
Harry would be ready to move on. He narrowed his eyes; grief he could handle
but he had never dealt well with guilt and anger... He could help with those
reactions but he would kill for Harry and that would spoil what he had planned
for Harry's ascension gift.
No... Dumbledore created this mess. He could help Harry through the last
four reactions until Harry was ready to come back to him.
"It looks like I will only get to keep you for a little while, my
pet," he hissed the words softly as the path became clear. "But I
have claimed you, never forget that Harry, I have claimed you."
The Dark Lord walked silently towards the door, after willing a small meal
into existence for his pet. He looked back once before smiling. The boy
wouldn't be here long this time but the image of Harry sleeping in his bed was
enough for Voldemort to know that it was the sight he wanted to see every time
he entered his chambers.

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The Dark Lord surveyed his assembled Death Eaters. They were talking quietly
amongst themselves as they waited for the final few to arrive. No one knew why
they had been called tonight and they were all curious. There was a mix of Elite
and normal here but they all wore plain masks so only he could tell who was
who.
Cold red eyes glittered as the doors clanged shut, effectively calling order
and the Death Eaters all bowed to him.
"You have gathered for a reason," he announced coldly. "I
wish a number Muggles found," the Dark Lord continued, waving his wand
creating images of the one's he had seen in Harry's memory.
"Muggles?" The question came from several Death Eaters.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Muggles," he hissed, silencing
all questions. "They may be connected to each other so if you find one he
may lead you to the others. I want them found. I want them marked and I do not
want the Ministry to have any idea. Once they have all been found they will be
collected." He looked around again. "These may be Muggles but the
one's who deliver them to me shall be rewarded."
His Death Eaters bowed, wisely keeping their questions to themselves.
"Severus," Voldemort called. "Stay," he ordered as the
others filled out.
Once they were alone in the large throne room Severus bowed, removing his
mask, "My Lord."
"At Hogwarts I doubt you will be able to find Muggles so I have a
different task for you."
The tall man nodded, waiting for his Master to continue.
"Dumbledore has not announced it yet but I have claimed what is
rightfully mine."
Severus blinked, keeping his expression schooled into strict neutrality. He
had no idea what Voldemort was saying.
"Ah... You don't know, either, do you?"
It wasn't a question that could be left unanswered. "I do not know, My
Lord," Severus admitted and was surprised as Voldemort laughed.
"Of course not." The Dark Lord raised his wand, creating a new
illusion.
The image was of a sleeping Harry Potter. He appeared calm, curled up on
black silk sheets with his head resting on green silk pillows. A small snake
was coiled beside him, sampling the air and looking about with dull eyes. Snape
recognised the snake. It was the type Voldemort set to guarding select
individuals.
"My Lord?" Severus fought to keep the tremor out of his voice. If
the Dark Lord had Harry then... He didn't even want to know what it meant.
"My prize has come to me," Voldemort said proudly, "but he is
not ready to accept fully and Dumbledore has much to answer for."
"I do not understand, My Liege."
"You will help the Order of the Phoenix recover Harry Potter,"
Voldemort announced. "Such an act I'm sure will be beneficial for you in
securing your position and the trust of Dumbledore."
Severus gulped. "My Lord," he forced the words out. "You
honour me."
Voldemort waved one white hand dismissively. "I merely wish to preserve
several items within my fortress. You will lead them to Harry and I will have
him suitably confined."
"The dungeons?"
"No... Nothing so crude... He will be in my chambers. The password will
be 'Salamir Ascendant'. I'll tell my pets to leave you alone but I cannot
guarantee all the Order Members."
Snape bowed again but the Dark Lord waved him off with the final
instruction, "Don't be late."

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Dumbledore sat alone in his office considering events as Fawkes sung
quietly. He had made a mistake. He had made a mistake that might damn the
Wizarding World... Those Muggles... How could they do that to their own? 'The
Worst Kind of Muggles'... Minerva had called them that, right at the
beginning... But then there had been no thought of that in their minds... He
had checked... He had checked very carefully... What had changed..?
He shook his head, forcing himself to look at the letter. Harry's letter lay
on the desk in front of him... Mocking him... It was true... All of it... And
it was mocking him. He had put such power with those Muggles... He reached out
to read it again. Tom had been brutally honest but had left out key pieces of
information... He had explained enough that Harry would understand but only see
one half of the truth...
With a sudden hiss the letter burned and the Headmaster looked on with mild
curiosity. It appeared Tom had reactivated the charms embedded in the paper.
With a grim smile Dumbledore looked on, knowing his student would see him and
would act upon that information.
The letter burst into flames but from the ashes of the old letter a new
parchment emerged, one labelled 'AD'. It hovered before him and then unfolded
itself.
Dumbledore,
Why am I not surprised that it is you who hold this parchment?
'The Walls have memories...'
You know the truth now... Very unexpected, I assure you but nothing I
can't handle. They hurt my prize and for that they will suffer. Do not worry
about Harry's Muggle Relatives. I have not hurt them.
Yet.
I can see you still... You are shaking your head, perhaps wishing you had
taken your chance to kill me so long ago... I assure you though, I will not
kill Harry's Relatives... I have something else in mind for them. And for the
other Muggles who have dared to touch him. There were twenty-six in all, not
counting those who claim to be his relatives... I have plans for all of them.
Heprah is another matter though... I trust you will make the appropriate
arrangements..? If you do not, I will and I will not be so merciful as to grant
him the Kiss. Xeoaph is useful to me so the Vampire will be given a chance of
absolution. He, after all, the one who granted my prize mercy by making him
forget...
I would have left Harry thus... But you know, as do I, that he must
remember. He must be whole...
I will not keep Harry for long. Your Order can come for him soon for the
time has not yet come for me to claim him fully although it is growing closer.
He knows what I want now... And he knows how good it can be.
I am disappointed though. You should have told him the truth... As I have
done... But you've had your chance and now I shall take mine. You read the
letter I wrote to him so you know what I have seen and you know the truth I
believe. Harry will come to believe it and then I shall claim my prize.
You have failed in keeping him safe. Do not fail again or you will
discover exactly how safe Hogwarts really is.
Keep him safe or you will not survive my wrath.
Lord Voldemort
Dumbledore looked at the parchment. So Tom would be giving Harry back
soon..? That would be a comfort for Sirius and perhaps he could work to undo
the damage that had been done.
"Harry..." Dumbledore whispered, laying the parchment aside.
"Forgive me..."
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