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Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the
characters, I own this particular plot. I�m not making any money off of this,
no malice intended, no infringement intended and so on etc. Also, if this is
similar to any other fanfics, it was not intentional.
As per usual, any original characters, theories about magic and anything not
already known to JKR�s HP world or general fandom is
mine. I borrowed the concept of the Living Metal from Yuri Narushima�s
Planet Ladder so no; I do not own that concept.

A/N:
This chapter has NC-17 content of the
HP/LV kind. Enjoy!

Many thanks to Robyn
and Allex of course for beta-ing.
This version is currently, only half Beta-ed but I thought I�d end the torture.
I�ll post the completely Beta-ed version when I get the last copy.

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter XI

Truth

Truth is beautiful,
without doubt; but so are lies.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson, US essayist & poet (1803 - 1882)

Harry�s Room

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

10:30 PM

Knock,
knock, KNOCK! Harry rolled out of bed in motion well before his mind caught up
with him, wand in hand pointed at the door. With a growl, he stormed over to
the door and jerked it open.

�What?�
Harry growled, rubbing his eyes with his other hand. He had been having a good
sleep until someone came and bothered him.

�Emergency
meeting get dressed for battle.� Shacklebolt said
before striding away.

Harry
stared at the Auror as he walked away before slamming
the door shut and cursing. �God damn it! Just fucking wonderful! Can�t
Voldemort resist for one bloody day this week? I�m tired of getting my ass
busted out of bed just to go chasing off to a massacre.� Harry tossed on some
clothes and special dueling robes before stomping down to the kitchen in a bad
mood.

Dumbledore
and Madam Bones were deep in conversation when he arrived and when Dumbledore
spoke, everyone was shocked silent.

�We�ve
just received word from one of our spies; we have the location of one of
Voldemort�s bases. The Minister and I have discussed the matter and we�ve
decided on a pre-emptive strike tonight as Voldemort is away on business
according to our spy.�

The
moment Dumbledore finished speaking everyone was talking at once.

��Insane?�

�Can
we trust the source?�

��many
will be with us? This isn�t going to be easy, Dumbledore!�

�Enough!�
Dumbledore said loudly quieting everyone. �The source is very well trusted and
not only will the Order be going but we will have support from both the
Ministry and the Defense League. It�s important that we weaken Voldemort�s
forces, if only to slow down his advance.�

Harry
drew a deep breath mind racing. Shit, shit! What the Hell am I going to do?
No one�s to know just what Cyriacus and I can do! Damn I wish I had had some
early warning, this is so not going to be good.

Moody
glanced at Dumbledore, Harry and back again. �Are you sure Potter should be
going with us? We all know after all what�s coming��

�War
is merciful to no one and I�m hardly so weak, I�m going.� Harry said shortly.

Sirius
swallowed. �How long until we move into position.�

�We
move at 10:45 and strike at 11:00, if you have any last things that need to be
done, do them.� Dumbledore said shortly as he and Madam Bones moved away to
talk strategy.

Harry
just stared at his fingers, thinking about what he could to do impede the Light
without giving himself away. This night was not going to be pleasant in the
least.

The Summoning
Chamber

Eagle�s Spire, Devon UK

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

11:07 PM

After
spending two full hours discussing the situation with feedback from Voldemort
about what he had wanted the Anguis Potion to do, they had come to a few conclusions. None of which pleased Cyriacus at all. His missing power had
gone into feeding the Transformation; there was definitely no doubt about that.
It had taken a considerable amount of power to completely reshape his very body
structure to accommodate the abnormal physical changes. The Blood Gifts were
very clear cut inherited from one family or the other but any attempts to guess
at the lesser abilities or physical enhancements were like trying to hold a
fistful of sand. They could have either come from one or two families, the
Potion or an odd mixture of all three.

It
was frustrating in the least and for all appearances, no one was guaranteed to
have a clear cut answer even when the others Transformed. The elder Snape,
Malfoy, Lestrange brothers and Bellatrix
had all been given a separate version of the Anguis Potion as they were the
most trusted of the Inner Circle. This would
lead to Draco, Antares, Altair and Cyriacus sharing a
set of similar traits which would be distinctive to them alone while the rest
of the Elite would share other characteristics, at least that was what they
were supposing. No one would know for sure until everyone had begun and
finished their Transformations and comparisons could be made. Talk about a
tangled web of lies, secrets and unknowns�

�I
really wish you hadn�t picked up that habit, dear.� Lily commented, watching
Cyriacus smoke.

Cyriacus
graced his mother with a wry smile. �Then I shouldn�t tell you how I spent the
three days after I found out the truth in July. Hangover does not even begin to
describe what I felt like after three days of drinking.�

�I
still don�t know how you managed to drink all that Douceur de Vivre.� Draco muttered.

�Lots and lots of practice, we didn�t always study
ourselves into oblivion at Arcanum. Just because I was celibate didn�t mean
that I didn�t have other ways of amusing myself.� Cyriacus said simply.

Blaze
shook his head and steered away from mentioning the follies of being young.
�You haven�t been able to Transform back? How often
have you tried?�

�Once
before I attempted to untangle my magic, once after and then once again before
the meeting,� Cyriacus listed.

Merlin
made a thoughtful noise, �And it�s been almost twenty-four hours since you
changed?�

Cyriacus
looked inquiringly at Voldemort who nodded. �It seems so.�

James
looked puzzled as he glanced at Merlin, Blaze and his son. �Why would that
matter?�

�His
body probably was not prepared to Transform back as a
large portion of his raw magic went into literally re-shaping his very body. It
is no doubt very exhausting and strenuous the first time if the Transformations
happen as rapidly as Cyriacus describes them.� Blaze theorized.

�Lovely.�
Cyriacus muttered darkly before smirking lazily.

Lily
blinked at her son wondering what he found so amusing. �Cyriacus?�

�My,
my that was particularly brutal�I suppose Werecat execution isn�t very pleasant but then again with a
motto like theirs one can only expect that.� Cyriacus commented absently, eyes
distant.

Dolohov
exchanged a wary look with Rookwood before asking,
�And that motto being?�

Cyriacus
snapped out of the slight daze he had been in and flashed a particularly
vicious smile. �No mercy and no forgiveness.�

Several
people shivered at his words and the particularly feral look in his eyes while
Blaze just snorted at his Heir�s dramatics, even if it was indeed truth.

�Why
don�t you try Transforming again? I�m sure you�re body has had enough time to
fully recover from the strain.� Merlin suggested.

Cyriacus
shot the wizard a slightly skeptical look but obediently gave it another try.
At first nothing happened so he relaxed his guard and was immediately bowled
over by a fierce burning sensation that flared in his very veins. Weakened by
the surprising feeling he crashed down to his knees, his cigarette falling out
of his mouth as he gasped for breath as his body shifted. Wings folded,
shrinking and drawing back within his body, scales returned back to skin and
his arms felt as if they were melting as they reformed back to their normal
shape and still that burning sensation continued. The final Glamour which hid
the Living Metal shattered spectacularly and suddenly Cyriacus knew the source
of the burning in his veins. As he watched, the Living Metal flared with life
changing to accommodate the smaller wrist and hand. The Invictus Potion drained into his bloodstream as he stared at the
Metal which had altered along with him. The bands of silvery metal around his
fingers and wrists had been plain before the Transformation but now they were
imprinted with ancient runes surrounded by intricate curving artistic designs.

�Well
I�ll be damned,� Cyriacus murmured finally.

Merlin
and Blaze were both gaping at him, completely shocked. �You are a Caster?�

Before
Cyriacus could answer a familiar rasping voice echoed in his mind, along with
an image of a battle; �They come in force at the secondary base north of Wisbech. We will need enforcements immediately if we are to
hold the fortress!�

�Fuck!
No time to talk,� Cyriacus swore as he quickly wrote the ending runes to finish
the Summoning. �Voldemort, the Dementor Lord just contacted me; they�re
overrunning our forces north of Wisbech! We need
reinforcements if we�re to hold it.�

Voldemort�s
eyes flared. �How?! No one knows the location outside
of the Inner Circle and a few�a spy! Damn it
all to Hell!�

�Kill
the spy after we beat back the Light! Can everyone here fight?�

�Of course!�
Lucius snapped, personally offended.

Cyriacus
smothered the torches and snarled, �Wands at the ready then, we�re going into a
war zone!� Tossing out his arms in the darkness, Cyriacus gathered the others
to him and plunged them into the shadowed corridors of the Chaos Plane.

The Grounds

Slytherin�s Citadel, Cambridgeshire
UK

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

11:15 PM

They
appeared in the middle of the battle, spells flying from every direction. The
moment they arrived, Voldemort snapped out orders and the Inner
Circle fled to obey his commands as they supported the common
Death Eaters. The Elite moved into shadowed areas and began shooting spells
from a distance; they couldn�t afford to be caught after all. Voldemort had
wandered off to rally his men and only Cyriacus remained, scanning the
surrounding grounds for a higher vantage point so he could let loose a few of
his creatures. Spotting what looked like a bell tower in the distance, he
Shadow Stalked to the top of the tower, half hiding in the shadow Doorway.

Pointing
his right pointer finger at the lines behind the attacking Light forces he
touched the first tattoo on his right forearm, Incanting. When he spotted the
rippling silver mist he pointed at another position behind the Light and
touched the tattoo again, repeating the gesture another two times. The silver
mist spiraled and swirled, unnoticed by the Light as Cyriacus gave his
creatures their orders.

�Break
up the forces, claws and teeth only. Touch no one like this,� Cyriacus sent a
mental image to his creatures showing what the Death Eaters were dressed like
or specific Death Eaters, the Elite and Voldemort, basically everyone who was
to remain untouched. �Your price is blood and you may have a much as you will,
kill as few as you can though. You are to break their ranks and cause a
retreat, not massacre them they must not know how powerful I am or you are.
Understood?�

Cyriacus
felt a mental signal of agreement and so he quickly finished piercing the veil
holding them between planes of existence. Barely seconds after he released
them, the clouds of silver burst with light as huge
lizards appeared from nothingness. Quick as lightening they moved forward
shrieking and snapping at the Light wizards, easily breaking their lines.
Broken screams ripped through the air as the lizards tore through the Light
wizards. Voldemort knew instantly that the lizards were Cyriacus�s bid to break
up the fight and he roared for his followers to push forward.

Somewhere
in the middle of the battle, Harry�s voice rang over the screams and shouts. �Retreat! They�ve got a bloody Necromancer! Retreat if you
value your lives!� Then the sounds of Disapparation
flooded the air and within five minutes, the field was empty of combatants.

Once
he was sure that all the Light wizards had gone, Cyriacus quickly banished the
lizards and stepped out of the Doorway, slumping against the wall and down onto
the floor. A wave of dizziness and fatigue washed over him, it would be some
time before he tried Summoning that many beings into
this plane again. If it hadn�t been an emergency, he wouldn�t have tried it but
drastic circumstances called for drastic measures. He wasn�t sure how much time
passed as he sat there not doing anything but breathe and blink. It was the
sound of his name that brought him out of the slight daze he had fallen into.

�Cyriacus?�
The voice was smooth like silk.

Cyriacus
managed to speak. �Father?�

A
rustle of robes and then his Father was kneeling next to him, one hand holding
his lit wand while the other caressed his forehead checking his temperature.
When Severus was certain he was well, he calmly asked him what was wrong.

�Tired, just�tired.� Cyriacus answered as he attempted to push himself
back up into a standing position.

Severus
latched onto his arm and pulled him up. Noticing that his son was shirtless and
the air was rather chilled, Severus quickly unclasped his robe and wrapped it
around his pale looking son. Slowly the two made their way down the spiral
stone steps back to the ground where the others were checking over the fallen.
Cyriacus was ready to sleep he was so tired not only from casting such a wide
range Summoning earlier but also the impromptu Summoning of a colony of lizards
from the Beast Realm. Yet the moment he neared a pile of dead Death Eaters, he
noticed something was wrong.

Lucius
Malfoy raised his wand, �Incen-�

�No!�
Cyriacus shouted, blasting Lucius away with a wave of his hand.

Lucius
landed on the ground with an �Oomph!� of surprise. The
other Death Eaters turned to look at him confused or curious.

�What
is the matter?� Voldemort asked as he joined them.

�You
mustn�t burn any of the bodies until after I�ve looked at them. Harry managed
to trap most of the Death Eaters between life and death. Any remaining injuries
can easily be healed before I put them back, I suppose you could say.� Cyriacus
commented tiredly as he dropped somewhat gracefully to the ground.

Severus
was at his side immediately. �Cyriacus? Are you well?�

�So
damned tired but I�ve only got two hours to return them back to a living state
or they move on to death.� Cyriacus explained shaking his head as he pressed
the white, lavender and orange �gems� on his bracelet. �You�ll have to bring
the bodies to me; I haven�t enough energy to waste walking around.�

Severus
twisted around and with a flick of his wand lifted one of the bodies and
brought it over to Cyriacus who yanked the mask off and set a hand on the
�dead� man�s forehead and started incanting. The others moved off to heal the
injuries on the �dead� in preparation for their return to the living. The
combination of Wit-Sharpening Potion, Sleep Suppressor and a stimulant would
keep exhaustion from overwhelming him until he finished his task.

A
Meeting Room

Department of International Magical Cooperation,
British MOM, London

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

11:42 PM

Havoc�that was the only way to describe it. All around him everyone was arguing accusing each
other of some misdeed or another. Fudge was bellowing about the spy �not
getting enough information� while Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shacklebolt
were exchanging hissed words. Dumbledore was speaking to a group of wizards and
witches who were from the Defense League that apparently weren�t happy with the
night�s outcome. The pre-emptive strike was a dismal failure�and morale was
quickly sinking.

Harry
was sitting quietly in a corner, observing the constant bickering of the others
and realizing just how tenuous the Light�s alliance was holding. It wouldn�t
take too much work for a few well thought out rumors to circulate before things
flared and alliances broke. Making a note to speak to Cyriacus about it, Harry
was abruptly broken out of his train of thought when someone shook his
shoulder.

�Mr.
Potter? How did you know there was a Necromancer there?� Professor McGonagall
asked looking at him searchingly. Silence spread around them
like a ripple effect until the entire room was quiet and scrutinizing him
intently.

Harry
crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. �How did I know? I studied at Arcanum
which is probably the only school of magic that teaches Necromancy. I didn�t
know any Necromancer�s personally but every student learned how to combat every
Art taught there. Those were Spitting Lizards, we�re lucky that they only used
their claws and teeth. If they had been commanded to Spit,
we�d either be dead or practically cocooned. From what I remember they produce
a sort of acid that well�it wouldn�t be a pleasant way to die or they produce a
kind of saliva that�s more powerful and sticky than Acromantula
silk. It takes about a minute to begin drying and then you could struggle all
day and night, cast spells and hack at it with a knife and you�d never get
free. It takes a special kind of Potion to undo the effects but I never learned
it.�

Fudge
buried his face in his hands. �How are we supposed to stop a Necromancer? They
will just raise the dead as they fall! We�d be overrun!�

�Actually
Minister that would be rather pointless, from what I recall a Necromancer can
only restore the dead if they�ve been dead less than an hour and even then the
person remembers every aspect of their life. It�s a large waste of energy so I
can�t imagine any sane Necromancer being willing to bring back more than one
person every three days.� Harry clarified.

Dumbledore
frowned. �You wouldn�t happen to know how many Necromancers have graduated from
Arcanum?�

�I
don�t know that and even if you were to ask, they probably wouldn�t tell you.
Our lives are our own after we leave the shores of the Institute.�

Madam
Bones glared. �But this is War!�

�It
doesn�t matter if there is a War going on; Arcanum has always stayed out of the
affairs beyond its shores. Wars come and go, people live and die that is the
way of the world.� Harry said dismissively. �What you should be concentrating
on is what to do from this point forward. We know that Voldemort has at least
one Necromancer with him and we now know the location of one of his
strongholds. You should be thinking about what went wrong with the attack
tonight and what you should have done.� Harry said calmly.

�For
instance, things seemed to be going fairly well but I can tell that the members
of the Order of the Phoenix
haven�t worked much with the Ministry. The Defense League seemed to be quite
good at supporting the others but they seemed to be a bit weak offensively. I�d
suggest more exercises between the three groups and perhaps gaining as much
information about a place and planning things a bit more thoroughly before
deciding to attack? The Death Eaters seemed to have a very good communication
network as it only took fifteen minutes for them to send for reinforcements,
we�ll have to make sure that our network is as good or better.�

Quite
a few people stared at him incredulous but his calm manner seemed to spur others
on and soon enough people were making suggestions on how to improve the
cohesiveness of the group. Harry smiled inwardly at his work, they would
improve surely but that meant that as they were busy training there would be
more time to gather information about their safe houses and their forces. Death
Eater recruitment was advancing quite rapidly and Voldemort seemed to have his
troops well trained, by the time the others learned cohesion, it would be too late.

Cyriacus�s Suite

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton UK

Friday the 22^nd of August
1997

11:22 AM

The
room was unfamiliar to him and from the murmur of noise around him he guessed
that he had been moved to the wing the other Elite were living in. He woke up
feeling tired and irritable; a hot shower did little to cure his lingering
lethargy and in fact seemed to make his mood worse. Frowning at his selection
of clothing which included plain Wizarding robes, black trousers, white button
up shirts, black silk boxers and non descript black shoes he grumbled about his
father�s rather conservative tastes. Five minutes later after a long
conversation with one of the House Elves from Eagle�s Spire and he now had a
much better selection of clothes. Promising to have a word with his father
later about his drab choice in apparel, Cyriacus got dressed and moved back
into the bathroom to style his hair. After a few charms to cut and trim his
hair and a few dollops of Super Stick Hair Gel, he admired his spiked coiffure.

Striding
back into the bedroom, he opened the door on the far left wall and found
himself staring into what looked like a sitting room. There were clusters of
chairs and sofas, as well as end tables, desks, various bookshelves and rugs.
It looked fairly cozy decorated in dark blue and green. Various members of the
Elite were sprawled here and there, chatting, reading books, or playing various
card games. Shaking his head, Cyriacus closed his door behind him and continued
forward. No one noticed him right away as everyone was involved in something.
Unsurprisingly it was Draco Malfoy who noticed him first.

Closing
a book as he rubbed his eyes, Draco froze upon seeing him and then relaxed.
�It�s about time you woke up Cyriacus, we were beginning to think you�d never
wake up.�

Cyriacus
shrugged as most of the attention in the room was turned to him. �Well what can
I say? Being a Necromancer isn�t as easy as it seems. I channeled too much
energy in too short a time frame and I paid the price for it.�

�At
least you�re awake now; maybe you can talk some sense in the Dark Lord? We�ve
been cooped up together since the Demon Prince kidnapped you. It�s driving us
all mad.� Pansy Parkinson said with a frown.

�I�ll
do my best I suppose; I need to get some fresh air. I�ve been feeling a tad bit
claustrophobic of late.� Cyriacus replied glancing around the room. �Where�s
the-� Cyriacus began but stopped as he sensed his
golem Shadow Stalking into the room, emerging from between a bookshelf and a
desk.

�And
here�s the birthday boy!� Harry said grinning.

Cyriacus
blinked and then smiled. �I forgot, how silly of me!�

Harry
made a tsking noise as he walked over to Cyriacus.
�How do you forget your own birthday? It�s a good thing that I made all the
plans then.� Harry paused as he glanced at Cyriacus�s choice in clothes.
�Hopefully you have something better than that? We�re going clubbing tonight
and I refuse to take you anywhere dressed so primly.�

�Primly?�
Blaise Zabini asked glancing at the snug fitting
linen trousers, and the clinging white tank that left little to the
imagination.

Cyriacus�s
lips curved into a lazy smile. �We�re going to Corruption then?�

Harry
smirked. �Where else would we go? There�s no better magnet for the kind of game
you�ll be after, my dear quarter-Incubus.�

�I
do so love the way you think,� Cyriacus purred, eyes warm. He was dying to
indulge himself now that he no longer had to be celibate, it had been very hard
to keep things to kissing only but now there were no more limitations.

Harry
snickered softly. �We need to get going since we�ll be having lunch at the
Order Headquarters. I would suggest you turn right back around and change your
clothes because we aren�t going to have time to stop and wait for you to get
changed later.�

Cyriacus
shook his head but did as he was told while Harry sprawled on an armchair,
waiting for him to come back.

�What�s
Corruption?� Ryan Summers asked Harry.

Harry
snickered at the blond boy. �It�s a place that you can�t even imagine but I�ll
give you a brief description: alcohol and good looking men and women wearing
very little clothing.�

�But
he�s not �legally� old enough to drink.� Morag protested.

�Where
we�re going there is no such thing as legal,� Cyriacus commented, standing in
his doorway. There was a long silence before Harry whistled his approval.
Cyriacus was wearing very tight leather pants which had chains threaded through
the loops around his waist which happened to dangle right in-between the
junction of his legs. He had traded his tank for a silver shirt spun from Spidersilk which managed to drape around his figure,
showing off his muscled arms and framing his torso in a sort of see through
material. It was a tantalizing shirt altogether as it both hid yet hinted at
what lay beneath it.

Harry
shook his head. �I totally forgot you had that shirt! Damn it Cy, do you know how much bitching Anthony and the others are
going to be doing with you dressed like that?�

�Anthony
could find other ways to use his mouth.� Cyriacus suggested, raising an
eyebrow.

Harry
choked and sputtered. �But I thought you didn�t want to get involved with him!
He�s got all those crazy Vampire relatives.�

�And
who am I to talk? I�m a quarter-Incubus who happens to turn into a cross
between a dragon and a human on a regular basis. It might be fun for a while.�

Until Voldemort hears about it anyways, Harry hissed in Parseltongue.

Cyriacus
crossed his arms. He doesn�t own me and
we aren�t lovers yet. He can�t honestly expect me to only sleep with him and
Aristides!

Cyriacus, we both know he�s possessive, why are you
even thinking of this?

Maybe I don�t want him.

Harry
cast him a skeptical look. Right and that
explains the weird bond the two of you have? Or the fact that
the two of you can rarely be in the same room without one of you wanting to
pounce on the other?

He doesn�t own me and I�m not going to be his bitch or
brood mare!

Uh huh, and he told you explicitly that that was what
he wanted? Don�t be an idiot!

Cyriacus
growled and would have said something scathing but a cool voice broke into
their conversation.

Harry�s right, I am possessive and I never said that
you were going to be my �bitch�. You are going to be my lover and eventually my
Consort, both of which have more prestige and honor than merely being a toy for
physical pleasure. Voldemort
commented, crossing the room to stand directly in front of Cyriacus. And why are you dressed like that?

It�s my birthday and we�re going out to celebrate. Cyriacus said weakly.

Voldemort
slowly glanced up and down his body. If
you are looking to have a memorable night, I would be more than happy to oblige
you.

Harry
laughed at the blush that crept over Cyriacus�s face. See? You hardly need to go to a club to get an offer to get laid. In
the end Voldemort�s probably a better choice, Anthony might want to snack on
you afterwards.

�You
think you�re so bloody funny, don�t you?� Cyriacus growled in English.

�No,
I think the whole thing�s damned funny. Admit Cy you�re probably frantic, it�s
been what four days since you�ve gotten la-� Harry was
immediately shut up by a Silencing Hex cast by an irate Cyriacus.

Cyriacus
growled at his golem. �You�re right, two people with my personality is rather
grating. Thank Merlin that everything ends on Wednesday or he might just drive
me mad before then!�

YOU
JUST WON�T ADMIT IT. Harry wrote in the air with his wand.

As
the two bickered, Voldemort shook his head exasperated with them while the
Elite, who had remained silent during it all, looked amused.

You never gave me an answer. Voldemort prodded.

Cyriacus
opened his mouth and shut it, grumbling. I
don�t know yet! It�s only been a few days; I�m not used to being able to do
anything but ignore my libido.

�The
offer stands should you make a decision later tonight. How are you feeling?�
Voldemort asked curiously.

�I�m
fine, still a bit tired but nothing that time won�t cure. Speaking of which,
I�ve been requested to ask why the Elite are still cooped up?
The Demons won�t be bothering them and wouldn�t it be a bit suspicious if they
aren�t up to their regular old habits?�

�You�re
certain about the Demons?�

Cyriacus
snorted. �Unless they really want me to turn the Demon Realm into a bloody ruin
they�ll stay out of my way and out of my wrath. Hell, I could prance bloody
naked around the Palace and no one would dare to lay a finger on me. Let them
have their freedom, though I think it�s probably best that we all stay here for
the time being. There�s no telling how eager the Light is for some sort of
victory, we don�t want them to complicate our plans.�

Voldemort
nodded and turned to face the others. �You will have free rein to do as you
please here or off the grounds. However you will be required to be back here on
the grounds by eight p.m. unless you have permission otherwise.�

�Thank
you, my Lord. Prime,� Draco said rising and giving the two a bow before heading
off to his room to change, no doubt planning on going outside or to the Alleys.

Voldemort
stared at Cyriacus�s hands for a moment. �You are wearing a
Glamour again?�

�I
can�t have anyone knowing just how powerful I am,� Cyriacus said making his
Glamour flicker for a moment.

Harry
shook his head and finally managed to remove the hex. �We�ll need to get going;
we have people to lie to and friends to exchange gossip with. Cy will explain
about the Caster later.�

�I
will see you both at a later time then.� Voldemort agreed, watching as the two
headed to a corner and Shadow Stalked away.

12
Grimmauld Place, London UK

Friday the 22^nd of August
1997

11:40 PM

The
two stepped out the shade behind several large bushes and made their way to the
front door. A minute or two after they knocked, Remus opened the door for them
and greeted them both cheerfully.

�Hullo!
It�s good to see you up and about again, Cyriacus. You�re father said that you
had an awful case of Dragon Pox.�

Cyriacus
attempted to smile. �Glad it�s over, I remember when I got it as a child, it
wasn�t pleasant then and it isn�t now. How are you Remus? Well I hope?�

�I�m
quite well.� Remus said with a smile.

�Where
is everyone?� Harry asked looking around.

�The
girls are helping Molly with lunch and the boys are in the Drawing room. Some
of the Order members are practicing in the Room of Requirement and I�m on my
way back up to Sirius�s Office, we�re doing some research on Necromancers for
Dumbledore.� Remus explained.

Cyriacus
nodded. �Do you think Sirius and you could spare us a minute? Harry and I are
planning the prank of the century and we might need a bit of advice from two of
Hogwarts finest pranksters.�

�Why
don�t you come with then? I�m sure Sirius is ready for a break and Lunch�ll be ready in an hour or so anyways.� Remus agreed
as he led the way to Sirius�s office on the second floor.

Once
they had exchanged greetings and both teens had locked and warded the door
several times, Cyriacus relaxed.

�I
have something to confess and well, I wouldn�t have said anything but dad
suggested I talk with you. First of all, you have to swear a Wizard�s Oath that
you won�t tell anyone in the Order, Ministry or Defense League what I�m about
to tell you.�

The
two older men exchanged wary looks before studying Cyriacus, after a time they
both agreed and swore the Oath.

Harry
blinked at him. �Are you crazy?!�

�Dad
said that I could trust them and even if I can�t, they won�t be able to say
anything now anyways.� Cyriacus said logically.

Sirius
glanced at the two. �What are you talking about?�

�To
be blunt, things aren�t exactly as they seem. Harry here is a golem that I
created to look and act like Harry Potter and I was Harry Potter but now I
answer to Cyriacus Severus Snape. My parents are Lily Evans-Potter and Severus
Snape, my adopted father was James Patrick Potter.�

Remus
stared at him. �What?!�

�I
believe you heard me, it�s a long story really and dad said that I could trust
you with this and that you were only staying with Dumbledore because of me.�

�Dad? Are
you talking about James? But how can you be talking with James?� Sirius asked
confused.

Cyriacus
took a deep breath. �I�m the Necromancer so I can talk to spirits and Summon
beings from beyond this realm. I spoke to dad the other night, just before the
Light stormed Voldemort�s fortress in the Fens.�

�If
that was you then you�re serving Voldemort?� Remus asked putting things
together quickly.

Cyriacus
smiled humorlessly. �I didn�t have much of an option in the beginning and now
it�s sort of a sink or swim situation. My survival depends on his survival and
what not.�

Sirius
rubbed his face. �Maybe you should start at the beginning.�

�Everything
started on the night of the seventeenth of July�� Cyriacus began.

Forty
minutes later the two older men were looking at him with a mixture of disbelief
and amusement.

�I
suppose that life wasn�t much easier for you as Cyriacus Snape then as Harry
Potter. That�s a hell of a story you know, I hardly would have believed it if
not for well,� Sirius gestured at the Harry golem which had been briefly turned
into its figurine size earlier.

Remus
shook his head. �I�m almost surprised that no one�s suspected,
the two of you are so similar in many ways.�

�It�s
the Blood brotherhood though,� Sirius agreed with a grin. �Now that was a way to throw off anyone who
might have suspected anything. You�re very clever; no doubt you got that from
your mum.�

Cyriacus
shrugged. �I got it from someone, it doesn�t really matter. What I matters is
what you want to do now that you know.�

�Would
Voldemort expect us to take the Mark?� Remus asked frowning.

�I
don�t know, I didn�t mention it to anyone before I came to you two. If you�re
willing to join the Death Eaters I can sort of sponsor you, if you�re willing
to support the Death Eaters, I can cast a few protection charms on you and warn
off the Inner Circle but if you�re going to side with Dumbledore, there�s nothing
I can do for you. As for getting Marked, I doubt it would be wise for either of
you since you�re both members of the Order and well, none of us even suspected
there might be another spy.�

Sirius
leaned back in his chair. �Whoever your spy is, it�s not a member of the Order.
It�s definitely a Ministry spy.�

�I
don�t think the spy is Inner Circle either
or they would have mentioned Severus�s loyalties by
now.� Remus added.

Cyriacus
shrugged. �It doesn�t matter really, we�ll be more cautious from this point on
and eventually we�ll flush the spy out. Do you need more time to decide what
you�re going to do?�

The
two stared at each other in such a way that they could have conversed volumes
in that minute. Finally they both turned away from each other, soft smiles on
their faces.

�That
won�t be necessary; we�ll be joining the Death Eaters. Will you explain the
situation to Voldemort? Sirius and I will do whatever it takes to prove
ourselves but it would probably be better to have three Order spies than just
your father.� Remus answered calmly.

Cyriacus
nodded. �I�ll speak to him later tonight about it. If I may ask, what made you
chose the way you chose?�

�James
was right; we have been used and abused too many times with the Light.� Sirius
answered getting to his feet to pace.

Remus
shook his head. �If you already have the Demons on your side and you are a
Necromancer, there�s no chance the Light will succeed without you. Not only are
we choosing the winning side but in this case, we�re still sticking to our
promise. It was a long time ago but we promised your parents to look after you
and we will, wherever it leads us.�

�I�m
glad then that I spoke with you.� Cyriacus said softly. �It�s good to have
someone to stand with me through whatever is coming.�

�Whatever
comes, we�ll be there for you and not just because we promised your parents but
we care for you Cyriacus.� Sirius said before he reached out and smacked
Cyriacus hard on the back of the head.

�Ow! What the hell was that for?� Cyriacus asked rubbing his
stinging head.

�That
was for your golem making up that crazy story about a Prophecy! Do you know how
badly Moony and I felt after we heard about that?� Sirius growled, eyes
flaring.

Harry
smirked at them. �Who said that it was a lie?�

Remus
paled. �W-what are you talking about?�

�Clarisse
is never wrong. I am going to die in fact it will be the second time this
summer. However I�m a Necromancer, death is easy enough to contrive if you know
how and easier to resist if you put certain�precautions into place.�

Smiling
at their thunderstruck expressions, Harry and he brought down the layers of
wards and unlocked the door. Changing the subject they spoke about pranks and
Slytherins for another ten minutes before Ginny came upstairs to tell them that
lunch was ready. The four men trekked down to the kitchen smiles on their faces
and eyes glinting, prepared to spin the web of lies even further.

The bar

Corruption, Unplottable,
Unknown

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

2:37 AM

Cyriacus
stared broodingly at his glass of Firewhisky, wishing
it had all the answers to the questions he had been asking himself all night.
It was good to be with his friends, there was no doubt about that but all
evening that had been acting oddly towards him. He felt as if even after all
this time they didn�t know each other as well as he had thought. To any
outsiders they might not have noticed and to some extent they even managed to
fool Harry but they couldn�t fool him. Something was either wrong or bothered them
and it centered on him. After all the initial hugs and backslaps there had been
a brief moment of awkwardness which he had blamed on his change in appearance
or the fact that they knew something had happened to cause his Incubus nature
to become more apparent.

All
evening he had been drawing men or women to him, like flames drew moths. It was
similar to the magnetic attraction Veelas caused but
it especially roused lust and deep hidden desires in anyone who crossed his
path. He never lacked for dancing partners or kissing partners or had he desired, anyone willing to give a hand job or blow
job. Hell he could have fucked any of them if he wanted and no one would have
objected, be it on the floor, against the wall, over a table, in a bathroom
stall! Despite what Harry had said before they left he wasn�t itching to get
laid exactly. At this point in the evening, even if he had he would have been
more than satisfied with all the other things he�d gotten from the never ending
swarm of admirers.

In
fact it had become a bit distasteful, it was simply too easy. He supposed it
also irked him a little because they were attracted to him simply because he
was Radiating sex appeal. There was hardly any fun in
that and even if someone had been simply attracted to him the fact that he was
Radiating would only lead to anything meaningful being turned into sex, sex and
more sex. It was frustrating to say the least and added on top of everything
else that happened this week and would happen next week�Cyriacus swirled his
drink and tossed it back in a single swallow.

�I�m
surprised you�re sitting here all alone.� Harry commented as he joined him.

�I�ve
had enough of being the center of attention for one evening I think.�

Harry
accepted the drink the bartender brought him. �I�m not surprised; you�ve been
like that all your life.�

They
sat in silence, nursing their drinks.

�Something�s
changed them hasn�t it?� Harry asked quietly.

Cyriacus
glanced at him. �I wasn�t sure you noticed.�

�I
did but I thought it would be best if they thought I hadn�t. It bothers you?�

�Yes.
I almost wish they would tell me what is bothering them but you know them,
they�ll brush it off so all I can do is wait.�

Harry
sipped his drink. �You�ve never been good at that, what you need is a
distraction.�

Cyriacus
emptied his glass. �And what would you suggest?�

�Not
what who,� Harry answered, turning
to look at him. �Don�t be a fool, give it a try if it�s not what you want then
you end it but if you don�t try, you won�t know what you�re missing.�

�I
begin to wonder about you,� Cyriacus commented as he slowly got to his feet;
still very steady despite how much he�d had to drink.

Harry
just smirked. �And where are you off to?�

Cyriacus
started to walk away. �To see what the future holds, Harry. Tell the others I
said goodnight and that I�ll see them around.�

�I�ll
do that!� Harry said raising his glass as Cyriacus melted into the crowd,
heading for the exit. �It�s about bloody time.�

Voldemort�s Suite

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

2:00 AM

Voldemort
grumbled as an alarm rang, letting him know that someone was knocking on his
suite door. Pulling on an emerald green silk robe as he climbed out of bed, he
crossed his bedroom and sitting room, before yanking open the door. Leaning
against the wall opposite his door was Cyriacus, hair still dripping with water
clad in a black and silver trimmed robe.

Voldemort�s
mouth opened but no words came out as he stared at the younger man, surprised
to see him.

�Well?
Aren�t you going to invite me inside? That offer still stands doesn�t it?�
Cyriacus asked with a teasing smile on his face.

Silently,
Voldemort stepped back allowing Cyriacus to enter. Once the younger man passed
through the doorway, Voldemort shut the door and locked it.

�I
wasn�t expecting you tonight.� Voldemort commented watching Cyriacus who had
stopped in the middle of the room and was looking around with interest.

Cyriacus
glanced at him. �Then that would make two of us.�

Voldemort
walked closer until they were just barely touching. �How was your celebration?�

�Not
as pleasant as I was hoping it would be.� Cyriacus commented, raising his hands
to set them on Voldemort�s shoulders.

Voldemort
looked amused as he leaned in for a kiss. �Then I shall have to rectify that.�

Cyriacus
melted into that sinful kiss; it was perfect in every way. As he opened his
mouth allowing Voldemort�s tongue in, he sighed in appreciation. Where
everything else that evening had instinctually felt wrong this was the total
opposite, it was perfect. Pressing closer to Voldemort his hands ran down along
the sleek silk, caressing firm muscles until he reached the tied belt.
Voldemort broke the kiss, mouth pressing hot kisses along Cyriacus�s neck while
Cyriacus tugged at the belt, head tilted back allowing Voldemort better access.
Completely lost to the sensation, he barely noticed Voldemort divesting him of
his robe, leaving him standing completely naked.

�You�re
beautiful,� Voldemort murmured into his ear, tongue tracing along the shell
before his mouth latched onto the lobe and sucked, biting it gently.

Cyriacus
hissed with pleasure as heat flared throughout his body, he jerked free the
knot and slid the silk robe off of his lover�s body. As he leaned forward to
mark that pale flesh, the heat in his body began to pool in three very familiar
places; his back, chest and shoulders. With a grumble of annoyance he pulled
away from his lover, taking a few steps back.

Voldemort
blinked at him, �What are you-� He didn�t even finish
get to finish his question before the Transformation had begun and completed,
occurring in a span of fifteen seconds. Before he knew what he was doing, he
pulled the winged man against him, crushing their lips together. Between kisses
and bites, he managed to steer them towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut
behind them.

NC-17 Cut

A
few more steps and they hit the massive bed with its green satin sheets and
plush feather pillows. Cyriacus pulled his wings close and rolled onto his
hands and knees before bracing all his weight on his legs. Not only was it
uncomfortable to be on his back but being taken on his back brought up memories
he would rather not recall and also required a certain amount of submission
that he was not yet ready to yield to. Voldemort studied Cyriacus who was
kneeling in the middle of his bed. After a few moments he crawled forward on
his hands and knees to investigate Cyriacus�s Transformed body.

Out
of curiosity, Voldemort�s callused hands roamed all over Cyriacus�s body
comparing the different texture of scales, prodding Cyriacus gently to turn as
he investigated. The roughest and probably thickest scales were located all
across his chest, shoulders and down the middle of his back, the scales on his
arms, neck, and around the base of his wings were moderately rough. From his
hips down to his toes, was a strange mix of skin and scale. A smooth thin layer
of scales ran along the sides of his hips down to the middle of his thighs
where everything below that became scale. His inner thighs, buttocks and
genitalia was entirely skin understandably as it was the one part of his body
that had not been the least bit affected by the Transformation.

Voldemort
ran a hand along Cyriacus�s left wing, fingers exploring the texture. Along the
bones in his wings, the scales were especially thick and rougher than the
scales on his body. The scales on his wing membranes felt the most similar to
the scales on his legs, they were smooth and yet very strong if his scuffed
fingernail was proof. The talons on his wings he left uninvestigated as he�d
left the claws on Cyriacus�s hands too, the fact that they looked sharp was
enough for him. As he�d silently observed the body beneath his fingers, he�d
paid close attention to the areas that seemed extremely sensitive if Cyriacus�s
muted gasps were anything to go by.

Curiosity
sated, Voldemort gently prodded Cyriacus around so they were facing each other
and leaned in for another kiss, arms pulling the younger wizard closer.
Cyriacus happily melted into the kiss, spreading his wings open for balance as
his arms wrapped around Voldemort�s neck, carefully keeping his hands fisted.
Voldemort kissed his way along Cyriacus� jaw before nibbling and licking at his
neck, marking it before biting down hard on the spot where skin and scale met.
Moaning appreciatively at the strange but intense sensation, Cyriacus pressed
their bodies closer together their erections brushing together.

�Turn
around,� Voldemort requested after brushing their lips together. Cyriacus
obliged and Voldemort nudged him into position braced on his hands and knees as
he muttered a Summoning charm, a vial of clear oil flew out of his nightstand
and into his hand. Turning back to face his lover Voldemort blinked in surprise
at the change that had occurred in that moment of distraction. What had looked
like harmless scales moments before were now upraised and rather painful
looking. Noticing his lover�s tenseness, Voldemort concluded that the sudden
change was similar to a dog raising its hackles when angry or protective.

�Calm
down, I�m not going to hurt you,� Voldemort murmured in a soothing tone before
carefully stroking his hand along a wing membrane. Cyriacus slowly began to
relax and as he did his scales lowered until they looked almost normal again.
Voldemort continued stroking Cyriacus�s wing as he nudged Cyriacus�s legs
further apart. Pressing kisses down along his spine, Voldemort gradually worked
his hands lower until they rested on Cyriacus�s hips. Kissing his way down,
Voldemort rubbed his hands along Cyriacus�s hips before licking directly along
the crease between Cyriacus�s buttocks. Squealing with surprise Cyriacus found
himself breathing roughly and wiggling in place, Voldemort�s hands holding him
still.

Liked that, did you? Voldemort hissed amused as he noticed that the scales
had gone completely down and back to normal. Now that the other was relaxed,
Voldemort used his hands to separate Cyriacus�s cheeks and traced his tongue
along Cyriacus�s entrance, reveling in the gasps and moans coming from the
other man. He slowly slid his tongue into Cyriacus�s body as his set his lips
right along his entrance and sucked, eliciting a long moan for his efforts. As
Cyriacus groaned and cursed colorfully in several different languages,
Voldemort fumbled blindly to open the vial of lubricant and coat his cock.
After a few minutes of stretching and tongue fucking Cyriacus, Voldemort
decided the younger man was not only ready but perilously close to coming.

Breaking
off his rimming, Voldemort pressed a kiss on Cyriacus�s neck. �Are you ready?�

�Yes
please!� Cyriacus said voice husky with desire.

Voldemort
positioned himself carefully hands on Cyriacus�s hips before slowly sliding in,
groaning in appreciation as he sheathed himself in that tight heat. Once he was
in all the way, he paused, letting the other man adjust before thrusting
shallowly. Cyriacus gasped as Voldemort stroked right along his prostrate and
pushed himself back, wanting more. Taking that as a sign to
continue, Voldemort pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in hard
hitting Cyriacus�s prostate and causing the other man to groan loudly.

�More!
Harder!� Cyriacus gasped out, pushing back onto Voldemort�s cock as they picked
up a steady rhythm. Soon enough Voldemort was pounding into him, pulling at his
cock pushing them both closer and closer to climax. Cyriacus was the first to
hit his climax, coming all over Voldemort�s hand before his inner muscles began
to clench and spasm. Voldemort managed to more rough thrusts before spilling
himself inside of Cyriacus, collapsing onto the younger man.

They
lay together, breathing heavily for a few minutes before Voldemort carefully
withdrew and cast Cleaning Spells on both of them. Rolling to the right of his
lover, Voldemort lay on his back before tugging his young lover to rest half on
top of him, a wing draped open over him. Cyriacus squirmed for a moment trying
to find a comfortable position as Voldemort charmed the blankets from underneath
them, pulling them around them both.

�That
was�perfect.� Cyriacus sighed happily, closing his eyes.

Voldemort
looked amused. �I am happy you thought so. Of course, I did not doubt it the
way you punctured the mattress with your claws.�

�Er sorry about that,� Cyriacus said face heating.

Voldemort
kissed Cyriacus�s temple, a hand tangling in his hair. �Think nothing of it; I
will just have to be certain to cast some Protection Charms on the bed next
time.� Voldemort fingers froze. �You did
take something to prevent you from getting pregnant didn�t you?�

�Of
course, I�m hardly ready to have someone calling me daddy.� Cyriacus said
kissing Voldemort�s chest.

Voldemort relaxed. �I would not be averse to
being a father but War is never a good time to have a child.�

�Tempus.� Cyriacus cast, turning his head to see the silvery
numbers which read 3:09.

�Sleep,�
Voldemort murmured yawning. �The sun will be rising soon enough.�

Cyriacus
stretched his wings a little before settling against his lover, �Sleep well.�

�Pleasant
dreams,� Voldemort replied arms settled comfortably around Cyriacus.

Hopefully worth the wait? I barely managed to fit everything I wanted into this
chapter but I did so that�s good, I�m right on track. :)

Next
chapter will probably be another 2 weeks away:
A meeting with Ollivander, the Second
injection of the Living Metal, a glimpse of Cyriacus�s mysterious Incubus
grandfather and his motivations, a bloody Summoning ritual and perhaps the
beginning of the Summit.

-SheWolfe7
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