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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:
Another long chapter, one of two parts. No
cliffhanger, I assure you though I really did consider putting one in just to
torture you but I decided to be nice instead. :)

Many thanks to my wonderful
Betas Robyn and Allex for the lovely work they do, I
definitely couldn�t do it without either of you. This is only half-Beta�ed again, I had a few difficulties with attachments
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Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter XII

Preparation (I)

Before anything else,
preparation is the key to success.

-Alexander Graham Bell, US
(Scottish-born) inventor (1847 -1922)

Voldemort�s Suite

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

7:12 AM

It
was the sudden irritating spark of light that woke Voldemort from his otherwise
pleasant slumber. Eyes snapping open blearily he looked around for his lover
and found the room empty though he could hear splashing noises from the
bathroom. Pulling on a robe he walked over to the bathroom and saw his lover
soaking in the whirlpool bath.

�And
where are you going in such a rush so early this morning?�

Cyriacus
glanced over his human looking shoulder as he lathered shampoo in his hair.
�The day has begun and I have things that need to be attended to.�

Voldemort
frowned slightly. �Cyriacus most of our activities are conducted well after the
sun has set, you have plenty of time to finish whatever it is that you are
planning on doing. Is my company so terrible that you are fleeing at the
earliest convenience?�

�Don�t
be dramatic; your company was more than pleasant as was the sex but our being
lovers is a simple matter of convenience for the both of us. And yes, before
you interrupt me, perhaps someday you will convince me to become your Consort
but for the time being, we are lovers only and no one is to know this. I�m not sure
how you train your Death Eaters and I�m not particularly interested but I spend
a good two hours at the least keeping my body fit and in top dueling form every
day. I find that it�s a smart thing to do and is more than beneficial as well.�
Cyriacus explained simply. �As for what I�m planning, it is a delicate matter
and as such will require a great deal of my time and concentration. Nothing in
life comes cheaply and I�ve a great many things that need to be done if I am to
have everything prepared for tomorrow evening.�

�I
suppose I shall have a shower,� Voldemort said as he walked over to the shower,
turned it on, checked the temperature and then stepped inside after shedding
his robe. �Do tell; are you like this every morning?�

�Like
what, fully awake and logical or awake so early in the morning?�

�Both.�

Cyriacus
followed him inside. �Mmm, yes I�m an early riser
either due to my Incubus heritage or some odd quirk I inherited from Blaze. An average human needs anywhere between eight and nine hours
of sleep and most Incubi require about three to four hours of sleep. I of
course am like that too for some strange reason, how it�s possible is something
that has baffled quite a few of us who know about my heritage but it has its
perks. As for being highly aware in the morning, I learned that at Arcanum.
They not only reveal the true you but they also completely reshape the way you
learn, think, behave and react.�

Voldemort
soaped a sponge and started washing himself. �And how do they do that?�

�A
closely monitored dosage of various Potions for six months, learning various
forms of Mind Magicks, closely monitored diets and
physical examinations and simply teaching the full spectrum of Magic.� Cyriacus
replied before dunking his head to rinse the shampoo out. �We become what we
are meant to be at Arcanum, plain and simple.�

They
continued with their morning routine, finally exiting the bathroom around eight
thirty. Voldemort had already gone into his closet to choose his apparel for
the day while Cyriacus stood clad in a soft cotton towel, debating what to have
the House Elves bring from his closet.

�I�ve
dithered long enough; I think it would be more than appropriate.� Cyriacus
muttered to himself before calling for a House Elf to bring the black and silver
chest from his closet.

Voldemort
had just walked over to join his towel clad lover who was kneeling in front of
a strange looking chest, easily the size of a coffin. �What is in that?�

�My
birthright,� Cyriacus answered as he unlocked the chest with a flick of his
fingers and opened the lid. The chest was stuffed full of various articles of
clothing all made in either blood red, black, silver or a combinations of two
the colors, blood red and silver or blood red and black. Reaching into the chest,
Cyriacus pulled out black silk boxers and dropping his towel pulled them on
before digging around for more clothes. Voldemort watched in silence as his
lover dressed; black dragonhide trousers and boots, a
silver silk tunic, blood red and silver trimmed robes made of lightweight
velvet, a black cloak made of hydraskin, red leather
gloves and a silver mask.

Voldemort
circled his lover. �I would have thought you would have taken up the proper
robes earlier.�

�I
was not fit to wear them before now. Only a Necromancer of full adult status is
allowed to wear their robes.�

�Your
birthday was nearly three weeks ago.�

Cyriacus
folded his arms across his chest. �And I was not fully an adult until earlier
this week.�

�Virginity
actually plays a role in that?�

�Necromancers
have always abided by the Old laws, though I doubt many would recognize what
these colors mean or this cloak brooch.� Cyriacus commented tapping the large
silver wyvern resting above his collarbone that clasped his cloak shut. �Do I
look intimidating enough?�

Voldemort
nodded wrapping his arms around his lover�s waist. �Yes, you look most
intimidating. Will you join me for breakfast in the Dining Hall? We will see
then how many remember the Old laws.�

Cyriacus
pulled his cloak up to cover his head and activated the charms on his mask
which would make his eyes pure black and his voice sound deeper and silkier. �I
would be honored.�

�Before
we go, I am right in thinking that color is different from normal Necromancers
is it not?� Voldemort asked unwinding his arms from Cyriacus�s waist, hands
resting on his lover�s hips.

Cyriacus
chuckled softly. �Yes it does, you are well read. Only those of the
Illusionist�s line are allowed to wear blood red and black, the common
Necromancers are restricted to scarlet and silver only.�

Voldemort
smoothed his hands down his black and gold trimmed robe. �Have you chosen a
title yet?�

�I
was given the title of Ruin and I have chosen to keep it as such to those who
do not already know what I answer to.�

�Very
well Necromancer Ruin, let us go forward and see how many have studied and
remember the Old laws.� Voldemort said smiling indulgently.

Cyriacus
tilted his head to the side. �Would it not appear strange if we both emerged
from your rooms?�

�I
have a solution to that,� Voldemort replied steering his lover out of the
bedroom and into the sitting room towards a door on the far left wall. �After
you were abducted, I spent a day or so working on re-modeling the mansion and
eventually I added another story to the building. Those of us who live on the
fifth story find it rather irksome to use the stairs at times so I had a small
room with a fireplace hooked up to the Floo Network
added to my suite of rooms. We, of course, have a Floo
Connection between Riddle
Mansion and Slytherin�s
Citadel and as each Death Eater has an individual password, anyone who gives
out the password will have shown their hand. Additionally, the wards are set to
do very painful things should the person who gives the password not match the
magical signature of the person arriving.�

Cyriacus
nodded as he opened the door and stepped into the small six by six room which had no furniture, only a plush rug, the fireplace
itself and a portrait of a basilisk. Voldemort walked towards the fireplace,
lighting it with a wave of his wand as he pondered the wall.

Cyriacus
watched him for several moments. �What are you doing?�

�No
one but the Inner Circle knows that you are
the Necromancer as I dismissed the majority of the Death Eaters after the
battle at Slytherin�s Citadel. As per the Old laws you are a Master Wizard, not
unlike your father if only in differing fields of Wizardry.�

�So?�

Voldemort
smiled as he related his plan aloud. �It will be expected that I cater to your
needs, if only because you are a Master Wizard, but considering your Mastership
is in Necromancy I would be more than a fool to treat you disrespectfully.
Those who live on this story of the Mansion are my most faithful and skilled,
if you were not to receive a private room on this story of the mansion, I would
be considered quite boorish.�

Cyriacus
caught on right away. �Let me guess, the room on the other side of this wall is
uninhabited?�

�Indeed
Necromancer Ruin, I do believe that we have found the perfect disguise for our
arrangement.� Voldemort said reaching for a handful of Floo.
�I shall go first to the Dining Hall, wait ten minutes and then follow. Do you
know where the Hall is?�

Cyriacus
shook his head. �No but I can easily trace you, I always know where you are.�

�When
you come into the Hall continue directly forward to the dining table at the far
end of the room, that is where the Inner Circle,
Elite and a few of the more loyal Death Eaters eat.� Voldemort instructed
tossing the Floo Powder into the fireplace before
passing Cyriacus a small slip of paper. �Riddle Mansion Floo Room! Dies irae!� (Day of Wrath)

Cyriacus
unfolded the piece of paper and read his password, attempting to recall why it
sounded so familiar. Serpens Princeps. (Dragon Prince)

The Gardens

Caprice Hall, First Sphere Demon Realm

Timaeus
Ars, First Lord of the House of Ars,
was lounging idly on a padded bench in his garden watching the cereus bloom.
Hanging high in the sky the moon shone casting silver light all over the garden
and house. The fountains were bubbling and trickling in the distance and the
wind softly blew the scent of various flowers all around him. His auburn hair
hung like curtain in front of his face, obscuring his vivid emerald eyes. For
nearly three hundred years the other Demons had called him the Fire Rose,
beautiful but oh so untouchable. No Succubus or Incubus had ever called him
husband and according to all those in the Demon Realm, he had no offspring.
They could never have been more wrong.

Nearly
forty years ago he had charmed a pretty human woman with eyes nearly as green
as his own and she bore him a child. Timaeus had always found it amusing that
his child had been named Lily but then again he had spent the better part of
six months answering to Rowan and his lover was named Dahlia so perhaps, there
was nothing amusing about it. Lily had been born in the spring and by summer
Timaeus had decided she was old enough to bring back to the Demon Realm and had
every intention of doing so but then he�d had the vision of his life. It all
began with his daughter and ended with her son, his grandson.

Lily
would be a powerful witch, not suited at all for the Demonic Chaos Magic and
indeed as he later saw, she had little or no aptitude for it except in the
direst situations. Amongst the wizards though, her magic would be among the
most powerful as she was the scion to an old and long thought dead lineage. The
vision had been sporadic as it showed him bits of her life at school and at
home, nothing was remarkable until a certain boy with messy raven hair and warm
hazel eyes stepped into the picture. Dislike had quickly turned into affection
and then love. They had married barely three weeks after their Graduation, by
the end of that summer Lily had learned what she was, by fall she had come up
with a mad plan and by winter Lily had become pregnant with their first child.

The
pregnancy seemed as normal as any other but Timaeus had seen the signs, there
was something special about this child something extraordinary. As the clock
struck midnight on the 31^st of July, the child was delivered
squalling and healthy already clearly branded with an Incubus Mark. Weeks of
planning had been put into motion to hide the child�s true parentage but
Timaeus had already seen the spark of Chaos magic erupt from his grandson, it
would not last long. The vision had sped up, glossing over the next few months
until that fateful night when his daughter had been killed and his grandson had
displayed a power unlike he had ever witnessed before.

Timaeus
grinned with delight, it was unfortunate that his daughter had died; any other
children born to her would have no doubt been a boon to his House but he still
had his grandson. Oh yes, things were perfect! With his mother dead and the boy
ignorant of his true parentage that left Timaeus as the boy�s guardian and the
things he intended to do with his Heir at his side! Now if only his damned
contact would hurry up with his report!

The
rosebushes rustled behind him and Timaeus turned, frowning. �It�s about time
you got here; I�ve been waiting for nearly an hour!�

�My
apologies, I had business to attend to.� The other man replied, tucking his
straight black hair behind his ears, silver eyes focusing on Timaeus.

�What
could be so important that you would keep delaying our meeting Taranis? My grandson doesn�t suspect anything does he?�

Taranis
raised an eyebrow. �I have been telling you that you have been underestimating
him Timaeus, don�t doubt his intelligence.�

�Can
you not simply answer my question Taranis?�

�He
is suspicious yes and he won�t bend to your will as easily as you think just
because you are his grandfather. He will fight you with all that he is, I don�t
doubt that.�

Timaeus
waved his hand dismissively. �It does not matter what he thinks, he is my Heir
and I am his Elder, he will do as he is told by his free will or by my
Domination.�

�Well
you may have some competition for Dominating him, it
seems that blood will tell and your grandson has seen beneath the lies his
mother and adopted father wove.�

�What!
Why didn�t you inform me of this to begin with, Taranis?�

Taranis
shook his head. �You have spent so long plotting your ascendance to higher
levels of grandeur and power for so long that it has consumed your mind. He is
more mortal than Demon and you should have remembered that their power develops
earlier than our powers do. It�s over; he will not allow you to direct his life
when someone else has already bound his loyalty.�

�Who
would have dared to do such a thing? I will have their head! My plans will not
be ruined; I refuse to allow someone else to meddle in my affairs!� Timaeus
hissed, eyes glowing red.

�Not
all things go exactly as they are planned brother. You of all people should
remember what father told us, after all it was what led to the downfall of our
House.�

Timaeus
reached out and slapped the other man. �Do not dare to compare me to our
father! Antonius Ars was a
Demon who, despite his birth, could have passed as more than a low class third
Sphere Demon! I am wiser and more civilized than that brother; do not insult me
or yourself for that matter.�

�I
speak nothing but truth! You�ve been obsessed with your grandson from the
moment of his birth and you have been plotting years before even that event
occurred! Do not follow in father�s folly, Timaeus.�

The
two fraternal twins glared at each other, each irritated with the other beyond
belief but always willing to let things go. Twins were a rare occurrence in the
Demon Realm and even if their father had attempted to sacrifice the two in a
bout of insanity, the two had always stuck together. Alone they were weak but
together they were unstoppable, the infamous Demon Twins of Ars.

Timaeus
willed himself to calm down, even if things had not fallen out as he had
intended, that did not mean that all things were lost. Being the grandfather to
such a powerful personage did have some worth and hopefully some redeeming
aspects. �Do you think it�s time that we met him?�

�I
have already met him Timaeus; I�ve been schooling him in our ways for nearly a
year now.�

�Yes
that is true but he does not know who you are or why you came to him that
night. I think that the time for secrets is over at last.�

Taranis
tilted his head back letting the moonlight bathe his face in silver light. �Why
is it that it takes me months to convince you to do anything reasonable,
brother?�

�Mother
always said that I was a stubborn, self-absorbed fool. I thought by now that
you would have been used to it.�

�Perhaps,
but mother always said that I was a shamelessly easygoing Demon, far more
intelligent and curious than any self respecting Demon had a right to be.�

Timaeus
shook his head, very amused. �Then perhaps this is why no sane Demon has tried
to court us?�

�Don�t
be silly Timaeus, you know as well as I do why no one has tried to become a
Consort to one of us. We need no one else but each other and we don�t care
about anyone else besides us. A formal Bonding requires something that neither
of us would ever be capable of giving another Demon, except perhaps a female
set of twins but that has not happened in nearly a thousand years.� Taranis retorted rolling his eyes.

They
both fell quiet after that comment, staring first at each other and then at the
moon.

�We
are not like this because of father are we?� Timaeus asked softly, not daring
to look at his twin.

Taranis
sighed. �No, we were like this from the moment we were born. I have no doubt
that father thought he was doing the right thing when he tried to sacrifice us
to Romi�l. When we were born there were over a
thousand members of House Ars and by the time that
father passed on there were barely three hundred of us left and now we only
number in the dozens. It is no wonder the other Demons avoid us, they think we
are cursed brother.�

�It
could be that we are and just unaware of it.�

�Don�t
talk like that! We are neither cursed or blessed Timaeus; we simply are what we
are, nothing more and nothing less.�

Timaeus
shook his head. �And my grandson, have we doomed him as well?�

�No
brother, Cyriacus will live longer than any of us. Death fears him more than he
fears anything. No, my grandnephew will be just fine but time is short and who
knows how much longer our House will survive.�

�Then
we will tell him soon...before the moon becomes full again.�

Pause.
�Have you seen something brother?�

�No�nothing
at all, it is simply a feeling.�

The Floo Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

8:50 AM

Cyriacus
waited until his appointed time and then Flooed down
to the main floor of the mansion. Upson arrival he cleaned his clothes off with
a wave of his hand and pinpointed Voldemort�s location, ignoring the strange
looks he received as he exited the room. Strolling through the halls with a
graceful pace he paid close attention to the reactions he received. The vast
majority radiated confusion but when he turned down the hallway leading to the
Dining Hall he happened to cross paths with a group of four Death Eaters. The
two closes to him glanced at him puzzled but the one farthest from him froze,
staring.

The
Death Eater bowed deeply to Cyriacus before speaking somewhat shakily. �Good
fortune Master Reaper.�

�Good
tidings and good fortune befall you,� Cyriacus replied formally with a nod of
his head before continuing on his way.

With
his increased hearing Cyriacus could hear them question their companion in
hushed voices when the he was away from them, or so they thought.

��Master
Reaper? I�ve never heard of that title before!� One of the middle Death Eaters
asked.

The
one who had acknowledged him let out a breath. �It�s for Necromancers.�

�A what?!�

�A
Necromancer, I told you and be quiet you don�t want to draw his attention!� The
knowledgeable one hissed, no doubt glancing back at Cyriacus.

An
awed voice spoke up to the side of the knowledgeable one. �He must have been
swayed by our cause; the Dark Lord is going to be even more powerful now than
before!�

Cyriacus
was smiling behind his mask as he happened to glide through the opened doors of
the Dining Hall. Most of the room was filled with Death Eaters eating their
breakfasts and conversing about recent events. He could feel curious eyes
observing him moments before a Death Eater two tables away abruptly jerked to their
feet before walking over.

�Good
fortune Master Reaper.� The Death Eater, who was a woman from the pitch of her
voice and the cut of her robes, greeted with a bow.

Cyriacus
nodded approvingly. �Good tidings and good fortune befall you.�

�I
am called Mauve; I serve as the Healer for the Dark Lord�s fifth Death squad
named the Ravens.�

�Well
met Mauve you will learn my name soon enough. I see you have been well schooled
in the Old laws.� Cyriacus said approvingly before continuing on his way. Behind
him Mauve practically radiated a mixture of relief and pleasure at the
compliment before she returned to her table and her curious acquaintances.

Cyriacus
was stopped another four times before reaching the long dining table at the
very back of the room. Having heard Mauve greet him the other four Death Eaters
had carefully followed her example in conveying their greetings. However it
would be most interesting to see how many of the higher ranking Death Eaters
recognized him and would move to greet him. Both the Lestrange
brothers rose to their feet, their sons following obediently as they offered
him greetings, each almost smiling at the game. After receiving the five Lestranges greetings, both Narcissa and Bellatrix rose to
greet him, Lucius and Draco looking at Narcissa with hidden confusion. It
amused Cyriacus to no ends that the illustrious Malfoys had forgotten the Old
laws and he would be sure to prod and tease at them later on in private. After
the former Black sisters he was greeted by the Grudgeon
men, Ian Buchanan, the elder and younger Summers,
Robert Carlisle and Vladimir Ivanov. Voldemort had
been paying close attention and calmly rose to his feet after he was sure that
everyone who knew and recognized the robes had come forward with their greetings.

�Good
fortune and good Summons Master Reaper.� Voldemort greeted giving Cyriacus a
half bow.

Cyriacus
returned the gesture as he spoke. �Good tidings and good fortune befall you,
Dark Lord.�

Finished
with formalities, Voldemort took out his wand and with a swish, the table
expanded, magically moving all those seated to Voldemort�s right as another set
of clean of tableware appeared to the right of Voldemort�s place. �Please be
seated and join us for breakfast.�

�I
see the wizards here have forgotten the Old laws Dark Lord. I find it highly
amusing that such a Magical community as Great Britain, one that so highly boasts of its history and breeding, has
forgotten the Old laws.� Cyriacus commented glancing significantly at Lucius
who was seated on Voldemort�s left. �Of the six greetings I received this
morning only you have offered the correct one. If not for the lack of Masters
in my Art, I would be highly offended.�

Voldemort
nodded agreeably. �For one of your stature, it is an unforgivable offence and I
do apologize for the deplorable lack of manners my followers have shown you
today.�

�All
things can be taught,� Cyriacus replied as he smoothly walked around the table
to take his place. As he sat down the elder Lestrange
brothers tossed him highly amused smiles, especially at Lucius�s
discomfort.

�If
I may be so bold as to introduce you properly to the Dining Hall?�, Voldemort asked formally, careful to follow the Old laws
perfectly in public.

Cyriacus
gestured for Voldemort to continue at his pleasure as he paused behind his
chair, waiting. Voldemort, who was already the main focus of attention, turned
his attention to scan the various masked Death Eaters who were curiously
awaiting the introduction to the strangely dressed man.

�If
I may have your attention?�, Voldemort asked as the
room instantly fell silent, all eyes trained on him and the newcomer. �It is my
honor to introduce Necromancer Ruin, Heir of the line of Blaze Hawthorne and
First Tier Lord of the Guild of Necromancy.�

There
was a moment of pure silence after Voldemort finished his announcement which
was quickly followed by a wave of surprised babble. Voldemort nodded to
Cyriacus who nodded back before taking his seat. Glancing at the selection on
the table, Cyriacus filled his plate with eggs, fruit and toast as he waited
for the House Elves to bring him his rare steak.

Rodolphus
looked amused. �If I may so bold as to ask, Necromancer Ruin, how did you come
by your title?�

�I
am particularly skilled at the higher level Summonings
which are the more deadly and powerful rites. My Master commented that I was
�walking ruin� to anyone who had crossed me or earned my ire and thus I became
Ruin.� Cyriacus explained in between bites of breakfast.

Rodolphus
nodded as he turned to his wife and engaged her in conversation about various
curses. Cyriacus ignored everyone as he focused on his breakfast, eating well
because he was going to be active much of the day. When a House Elf delivered
his steak Cyriacus could feel eyes settle on him as he voraciously attacked the
large steak on his plate. Whether it was a quirk from being a quarter Incubus or just because of his alternate form, Cyriacus had
found himself craving more meat, vegetables and fruit. He rarely indulged in
dessert unless it was ice cream or contained fruit.

Ten
minutes later he finished eating and glanced over to Voldemort, ready to begin
with his preparations. �If I may have a few moments of your
time, Dark Lord?�

Voldemort
nodded and rose to his feet. �Of course Necromancer Ruin, if you will join me
in the Strategy Room? Lucius do not forget to remind the others, we will be
meeting at exactly ten o�clock and not a moment later.�

�Yes,
my Lord.� Lucius answered.

Voldemort
led the way out of the Dining Hall, Ruin walking exactly a pace behind him to
the left. The two walked back down to the Strategy Room, Cyriacus giving
Voldemort a brief overview of all the preparations he needed to put into place
before Wednesday. They were still talking when the rest of the Inner Circle arrived twenty minutes later.

��It
will take most likely two hours for me to finish the formation and another two
hours to etch the necessary runes. More than likely I will have to return to
Eagle�s Spire to do the Summoning for the Truth Guardian. Afterwards I imagined
that it�s time to put me through my paces if only for the benefit of our spy.�

Voldemort
frowned. �Are you sure all of this is necessary?�

�If
we want things to fall out believably then, yes it is necessary. I assure you
that I know exactly what I�m doing. Besides the Truth Guardian will insure that
tomorrow night�s ceremony goes off without issue and the Summoning tomorrow is
far more important than the one I�m going to be casting later today.� Cyriacus
pointed out.

Severus
glanced at Voldemort and then his son and back again. �What are you planning?�

Cyriacus
flashed the Inner Circle a slow grin.
�You�ll see soon enough.�

�I
am going to assume that you have already taken the measures to get whatever
supplies you need for your Summoning tomorrow?�
Voldemort asked curiously.

�Do
not worry about that, I will be letting loose some of my creatures to collect
the correct sacrifices for the Summoning. It is easier to let them retrieve
what is necessary as they see the truth of all things. Now, if we are in
agreement?� Cyriacus asked impatient to be about his business.

Voldemort
finally nodded. �Yes.�

Cyriacus
got up but froze as Anthony�s phoenix Calli appeared
in the air right in front of him carrying Professor Dumont�s Occamy Lune and a large box. Calli let
go of Lune who fluttered her wings and came forward
with a note in her mouth. Cyriacus took the note and calmly opened it.

Cyriacus-

We�re sorry about ruining your �birthday� but we�re
ready to talk about why we were acting so strangely. I hope you can find the
time to meet us next Saturday at the Leaky Cauldron around noon. We really need
to talk.

Professor Dumont asked us to drop off your supply of
Potions for the next term; he�s going to be too busy to send them to you every
month. If you run out, you�re going to either have to find your own brewer or
do it yourself. We�ll explain more when we talk.

Yours,

AA

Cyriacus
set the note aside as he cast an Opening charm on the box, peering inside he
saw minimized gallon sized bottles of Heredity Suppressor, which was a sickly
green, Numb Inhibitors, which were clear in color and Numb Dischargers, which
were the color of ash. About to close the box, he was surprised to see a hand
reach in and swipe out a bottle of each color. Twisting around he saw his father standing next to his chair examining the
bottles with the practiced eye of a Master Potion brewer.

�Heredity
Suppressor and�Veritaserum?�,
Severus commented before quickly opening the bottle of Numb Inhibitor and
taking a delicate sniff. �No, it�s a Numb Inhibitor and this gray potion? I
don�t think I�ve ever seen anything quite like it before. I don�t suppose you
would like to explain?�

Cyriacus
glared as he snatched back his potions and shut his box. �I don�t think I have
anything to explain to any of you. My business is my own.�

Severus
smiled slightly, as if he was relishing his next words. �That�s true but I�m sure
Constance at least will need to know what Potions you are taking in case you
are ever injured.�

�If
that is so I will be sure that Mrs. Fawcett receives a copy of my medical
records but the rest of you hardly need to know what medications I am under.�
Cyriacus replied coolly.

�True
but in an emergency we would all need to know how to care for your injuries
should a qualified Healer not be present.� Severus said victoriously.

Cyriacus
growled, trapped. �Sit down then you gloating bat, this explanation is going to
be somewhat winded.�

Severus
calmly took his seat and waited along with the others.

�I
have a very strange medical condition which for all intents and purposes is
like a recurring case of going Numb. Unlike say Depression, my condition is not
a constant it comes and goes rather randomly. I take the clear Numb Inhibitor
when I�m too close to completely loosing my ability to feel but only if then. I
find that being partially Numb can be useful at times
so I chance it until it becomes absolutely necessary to take the Inhibitor.�
Cyriacus explained as he opened his box of potions, holding up first the clear
potion and then the gray. �This gray potion is the reverse of the Inhibitor;
it�s a Numb Discharger which speeds up the process of Numbing. I use it in very
small dosages to reach certain levels of emotionlessness.
It�s rather dangerous to normal wizards and witches though and as I�m the only
one with this particular illness, it is brewed for me specifically by my
Potions Professor.�

Constance
looked perplexed. �Recurring Numbing? I�ve never heard of anything like that.
Who were diagnosed it?�

�Healer
Emery Griffin, Healer Amaryllis Biondi and Healer Li
Wang,� Cyriacus answered.

�You
were diagnosed by three of the best Healers in the Wizarding World?!� Constance
exclaimed.

Cyriacus
raised an eyebrow. �They were former Alumni so it was not exactly hard to
arrange.�

Constance
shook her head. �How can we tell which dose you are taking?�

�You
normally can�t which is why none of you are to administer any Potions no matter
how injured I am. I have two bracelets worth of potions to take care of any
injuries. I can tell you however that I will be taking the Dischargers for the
next two days in preparation for tomorrow night�s critical Summoning ritual.�
Cyriacus answered as he got to his feet. �I�ve things to attend to. Father, I
will meet you at Snape Manor at three thirty.�

Cornelius Fudge�s Office

Department of Administrative Personnel,
British MOM, London

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

11:15 AM

Maps,
Auror registers and registers of Invitees littered
the Minister of Magic�s large cherry desk. Seated behind his desk, Cornelius
Fudge was ready to scream as Madam Bones, Albus
Dumbledore, Kenneth Davidson and Juliana Ramsey discussed the security
arrangements for the Summit
Wednesday night. They had been discussing, arguing and changing plans since
eight am and looked no closer to coming into agreement. Both Madam Bones and Albus Dumbledore had argued for more security personnel in
the gardens and on the grounds closer to the Manor while Kenneth Davidson was
furious that the International Aurors had been relegated to standing guard at
the Manor gates. Juliana Ramsey however was arguing fiercely in favor of
bringing Griffins and Chimeras to guard the borders of the estate and the
forest. Fudge however, was not in the mood to have his own manor grounds
overflowing with hair triggered Aurors who would blast first and ask questions
later and large magical creatures that could easily get out of control and
wreck his ancestral Manor.

�This
is absurd!� Fudge roared. �There will be nearly fifty Aurors or Guards in
position in the garden around the Manor house itself with a squad of broom
mounted Aurors, nearly sixty Aurors or Guards on the grounds around the lake,
forest and seating area with two squads of Aurors! There will be nearly eighty
International Aurors at the Manor Gates to check over every carriage that
passes through onto the grounds and nearly sixty other guards on patrol around
the estate borders! How many more people do you think we need?!�

�But
Minister-� Madam Bones began.

�But
nothing, over the course of the month, the wards around my Manor has been
reinforced nearly a dozen times by the most powerful wizards in the United Kingdom!
There is not a single hairline crack in the wards and the natural defenses are
formidable enough, can you not leave it well enough alone?!� Fudge cried out,
waving his arms.

Dumbledore
cleared his throat. �Cornelius this is a very high profile event, I have no
doubt that Voldemort will attempt an attack. Should he succeed this will demoralize
our Alliance tremendously, I think it would be
best if we were overcautious rather than chancing a severe blow to the Alliance.�

�We
can not afford to have all our forces gathered at the Manor, our Ministry spy
has reported that other activities have been planned on the evening of the
twenty-seventh. If all our forces are at the Manor it will take at least a half
hour to dismantle the Anti-Apparation and Floo Wards and by then we will have nothing to battle but
clean up at the scene of yet another massacre.� Fudge said reasonably.

The
four sitting across from the Minister exchanged looks.

�Minister,
don�t you think it would be wise to share the name of your spy? We have already
done so.� Juliana pointed out.

Fudge
shook his head. �I will be more than happy to reveal the name of our source of
information after the Summit,
his position cannot be jeopardized. Speaking of which, my spy reports that
Cyriacus Snape was seen leaving the rooms set aside for the Inner
Circle�s offspring. I imagine that young Snape will be following
his father�s footsteps as a spy for the Light?�

Dumbledore
nodded. �Yes though Mr. Snape had few enough options when he arrived here.
Severus has reported that Cyriacus is ready to begin his Pre-Initiation
training which means young Cyriacus will most likely receive the Mark by
Halloween.�

�And
Mr. Potter is agreeable to his friend�s choice?� Kenneth asked staring at
Dumbledore.

�Mr.
Potter was not exactly�pleased at first but he has accepted the situation.�

Juliana
frowned. �And He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will accept young Snape among his ranks,
even though Snape is a known friend to the Boy-Who-Lived?�

�Voldemort
will wish to have someone close to Harry and Cyriacus is the only one whom
Harry spends his time since his return to Britain. No doubt Voldemort will
attempt to use Cyriacus against Harry in some way but we will wait to see how
things fall out first before we make any rash decisions.�

Kenneth
made a face. �Albus, you are practically throwing
that boy to the wolves. Perhaps it would be a better decision to send the boy
back to Arcanum, Potter would not take his friend�s subsequent torture and
death very well I imagine.�

Dumbledore
shook his head. �No, Cyriacus Snape is too valuable to leave unattended.
Voldemort will not kill him as young Snape is incredibly talented for his age
and he harbors some secret teachings from his days at Arcanum. He must stay
here in Britain
no matter what storm breaks.�

�You
aren�t thinking of turning him into one of your pawns are you?� Julia asked
exasperated. �You know as well as I do just how passive any Arcanum students
are, they are not the least bit blind and they are leaders not followers.�

�Cyriacus
is not a pawn but he is someone who needs to be watched and I�m sure you would
agree with me. Arcanum only accepts the best; the most powerful and the most
gifted. For Cyriacus Snape to have received an invitation to Arcanum at the age
of ten is astounding and for him to have stayed first and then a close second
of his class after Harry joined speaks of his worth. Working in tandem Harry
and Cyriacus could be the key to winning the war against Voldemort.�

Fudge
leaned back in his chair. �And if he�s as powerful as you say, You-Know-Who
will be watching him like a hawk paranoid as he is about rivals. The boy will
be lucky to escape his Initiation unscathed and if he does somehow garner
approval by You-Know-Who the Inner Circle or
the lesser Death Eaters will be on him like a pack of wolves.�

�Voldemort
will ensure that young Snape has some protection if only so Voldemort may
exploit his powers for his own cause.� Juliana reminded them, shaking her head.
�We will worry when the time comes but not sooner. I suggest we wait until we
receive reports from our spies regarding the activities planned for the evening
of the Summit.
If Voldemort truly is going to attack elsewhere, we need to have enough
available forces to deploy to combat them.�

Fudge
nodded. �We will discuss this more on Monday afternoon then.�

The Floo Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

3:45 PM

�Remember
your manners.� Severus hissed as Cyriacus lazily brushed soot off his clothes.

�I�ll
be fine father. Relax; you�re more nervous than I am.� Cyriacus said pausing as
he conjured a mirror and cast Cleaning spells on himself.

Severus
grumbled. �You�re infuriatingly vain at times Cyriacus, I can barely believe I
am your father at times.�

�It�s
all about the first impression,� Cyriacus commented satisfied with his appearance
and banishing the mirror. �So? Let�s get going, don�t want to piss off the Dark
Lord now do we?�

Severus
shook his head rolling his eyes and jerked his head towards the door, leading
the way out of the room and into the hallway. Cyriacus followed his father
glancing around with interest as if he had never walked the halls before. They
crossed the main hallway and continued forward, Severus opening a door on the
right and stepping inside holding the door open. As they walked in they noticed
the crowd of Death Eaters standing along the walls watching as Draco Malfoy and
Blaise Zabini were put through their paces dueling
against two common Death Eaters. Voldemort sat to the side, watching the duel
with interest. Severus nodded to the Inner Circle
as he walked over to Voldemort, stopping two paces away to go down on his
knees, raising the hem of Voldemort�s robes to his lips.

�My
Lord, I have brought my son for training as you have bid me.� Severus said
simply, releasing Voldemort�s robe, head bowed.

Voldemort
waved his hand motioning for Severus to move aside. �Come forward young Snape
so I may look at you.�

Cyriacus
raised an eyebrow but did as he was ordered, staying three paces away from
Voldemort. Voldemort studied him with interest, before rising so he could
circle around the younger wizard. Cyriacus held his ground not feigning his
boredom as he was inspected for flaws.

�You
are an arrogant man but very capable from what I have been able to discern.�
Voldemort commented as he came to a stop directly in front of Cyriacus.

Cyriacus
smiled lazily. �I can be as arrogant as I like as long as I�m more than capable
of proving it.�

Voldemort�s
eyes narrowed. �You are uncommonly insolent.�

�Yes
well I suppose Harry does rub off on a person.� Cyriacus said waving his hand
dismissively.

�You
would dare to speak his name so casually here of all places?�

Cyriacus
crossed his arms. �Harry is a decent wizard, more capable than most and unlike
some people; I have his trust and his friendship. He may be your enemy and you
may worry about his power but I fear nothing born of this world.�

Voldemort
lashed out, pulling Cyriacus up against him by the throat, his crimson eyes
burning. �Do not dare to disrespect me Snape! I am the Dark Lord!�

�And
you are a Master of Dark Arts only,� Cyriacus choked out around the hand
gripping his throat.

�Only?�
Voldemort whispered in a frighteningly cold voice.

Cyriacus
managed a sneer. �Some bow to the inevitable and others bend the inevitable.
Which of the two do you think I am?�

Voldemort
dropped him looking irritated. �You are arrogant indeed Cyriacus Alcaeus Snape.
I think it time someone put you in your place. Bellatrix! Rodolphus! Teach this
whelp some manners.�

�We
would be more than happy to My Lord.� Rodolphus said coolly as he and Bellatrix
moved towards the now empty dueling platform.

Cyriacus
tossed Voldemort a smile. �You hardly know how to challenge a man Voldemort but
if you insist I shall be more than happy to show you some true arrogance.�

Everyone
froze as Voldemort became utterly still, eyes burning as his wand slipped down
into his hand. Cyriacus grinned as he slowly turned his back to Voldemort and
glided forward to take his position at the platform.

�You
are the most arrogant, insolent child I have had the displeasure to meet!�
Voldemort roared raising his wand.

Cyriacus
glanced over his shoulder. �And you are the most uptight Dark Lord I�ve had the
misfortune to meet. I begin to think that perhaps you are not worthy of my many
skills and Harry is ever so much more interesting.�

�You
think Potter would make a better Dark Lord than I?!� Voldemort practically
screamed.

�I
don�t think I know and now I begin
to wonder if I�m wasting my time here. You�ve hardly proven yourself worthy of
revealing my talents.� Cyriacus said as he calmly drew his wand, unbuckled his
robe and vaulted onto the platform.

�We
will see about that!� Voldemort growled, now furious that the talented wizard
believed him unworthy of being a Dark Lord. �Give him everything but the
Killing Curse!�

Lucius
Malfoy stepped forward. �Bow and begin!�

�Crucio!�

�Stupefy!�

Cyriacus
dodged the two spells easily as he fired off his own. �Conjunctiva! Incisura! Ruina!� (vision impairing curse,
slashing hex, smash jinx)

The
two Death Eaters did their best dodging or deflecting the first two spells but
Cyriacus had purposely cast a wider ranged Smash jinx which caused them to
collide into each other.

Rodolphus
recovered first casting, �Dirupi ossis!� Bellatrix stumbled up to her knees and cast a
Smothering curse at him.

�Sacrum ignis!�
Cyriacus roared as a wall of golden flames devoured their spells.

The
watching Death Eaters murmured with surprise, the Divine Fire spell was a very
powerful defensive spell but nearly impossible to cast. As Voldemort scowled
inwardly he smiled at Cyriacus�s showy display of power.

�Exstinguo!�

Cyriacus
waved his wand lazily. �Cubus!�

The
wall of golden flames rushed forward like a fiery wave boxing the two to the
ground and pushing them to unconsciousness as the flames ate away most the
oxygen. Cyriacus waited a minute or two before dispelling the golden flames and
saw his two opponents sprawled on the ground.

�Well
that was far too easy. Harry gives me a harder time when he�s blindfolded.�
Cyriacus said sneering as he turned to face Voldemort.

Voldemort
looked thoughtful. �And what would you propose I do to make things more
interesting?�

Cyriacus
smiled. �I was wondering when you would finally ask that.� Turning he levitated
the two unconscious Death Eaters off to the side before closing his eyes as he
focused hard on transforming the room. When he opened his eyes he was standing
on eight foot high posts, each foot placed on a post which was six inches wide
by four inches long. Metal squares cut out a foot around stuck out of the the left and right sides of the posts perfectly spaced out
so a person could zig zag
up them to reach the top of the posts. On the other two sides of the posts two
three inch diameter metal rods connected one post to another, the first rod
about two feet down from the top of the post and the other three feet below
that one. All the posts were about two feet apart from each other, just barely
comfortable standing distance.

�What
is the point of this?� Severus asked gesturing at the posts.

Cyriacus
chuckled. �It�s a training game we learned at Arcanum, basically the people on
the ground shoot spells at the people up here. You can blast the posts I�m
standing on but only when I�m standing on them longer than fifteen seconds, in
which case the posts flash blue. If I fall off or get hit by a spell then I
lose but if I manage not to do either than I win.�

This
time Voldemort smiled. �And if you lose you will serve me without question and
if you win you are free to go as you please.�

�Exactly,�
Cyriacus agreed as he conjured a pair of leather gloves and then cast a
protection charm on his head and a mild sticking charm on his boots.

Voldemort
gestured for the others to move into position as he raised his wand. �When do
we begin?�

�Give
me a moment,� Cyriacus commented as he jumped around a few of the nearby posts
and tested out the stands to make sure they were sturdy. �Have to make sure
they transformed right, I�ve no fondness of being laid up in a hospital bed waiting
for my bones to mend.�

Once
he was certain that everything was working properly he took out his wand and
cast a countdown spell that started at 5 minutes and twenty seconds. Tucking
his wand away he started jumping further towards the middle posts and just
before he reached the middle the first wave of spells raced towards him. For
nearly three solid minutes, Cyriacus jumped, swung and flipped around until
finally he slammed onto a stand which rocked underneath him before collapsing.

�What
the fuck?!�, Cyriacus exclaimed leaning forward and
wrapping his arms and legs around the post. A Slashing Hex hit him in the
shoulder and Cyriacus growled. �That didn�t count.�

Voldemort
shook his head, smiling. �Oh but it did, you never said anything about tampering
with the posts, you only said that
we couldn�t blast them unless you
stood on them too long. It�s a fair win.�

�You
are irritating as hell.� Cyriacus growled as he wiggled around the post until
he was pressed up against a corner before pushing away from it. He landed
catlike on the ground and with a wave of his hand banished all the posts.
Ignoring the others he headed directly to Voldemort walking around the older
wizard much in the same way Voldemort had walked around him.

�Snape,
what do you think you�re doing?� Lucius asked scowling.

Cyriacus
shook his head as he paused in front of Voldemort. �I bet Harry that you would
have cheated within the first minute, I�m disappointed. However your restraint
either meant that you really wanted to try and teach me a lesson because you
think I�m an arrogant little shit or you wanted to see what I was capable of.
Either way��

Voldemort
looked at him inquiringly. �Yes?�

�I�m
in, I suppose.� Cyriacus smirked. �I always did want to beat Harry at something.�

Oh geez, this ended up so much longer than I thought it would
be. 20 full pages! Lot of stuff I didn�t get
to fit in here that I really wanted to fit in but I�ll get the rest of it in
the second part, I suppose. Some things I wanted to mention:

Lucius and Draco at breakfast: I thought it would be funny to make the illustrious
I�m-so-much-better-than-you Malfoy men, who are very proud of their bloodline,
be among those who don�t know about
much about the Old laws. Obviously everyone noticed there was some significance
in Cyriacus parading around in robes that aren�t black but not everyone
remembers what certain color combinations mean.

The Meeting in Fudge�s Office: Kenneth Davidson is the new Head of the Department of
International Magical Cooperation (Crouch Snr�s old
job) and Juliana Ramsey is the representative of the Defense League. Also,
Fudge may appear smarter here because in this story he listened to Dumbledore
at the end of Book 4 and as such had to get his act together. However just because
he�s a bit smarter about some things does not mean that his priorities have
changed much, his main priorities now are to stay Minister and keep his
hide/property safe. Thus him being a dolt about the
security arrangements as it fulfills both priority A and priority B.

Miscellaneous things found on my
Yahoo Group: I�ve been posting ID
teasers twice a week there about on my Yahoo Group if any of you are interested
in seeing what is forthcoming. Also, in the files section of the Group I have
posted layouts of Riddle
Mansion and the Gardens
and grounds at Fudge Manor. I found this helped me visualize better what was
happening and I could script the attack a heck of a lot easier too. You may
find this useful for the next couple of chapters.

Help! I need suggestions: I need some names for Voldemort's Death Squads, you've already seen there's a Raven squad so I was
thinking along the lines of animals names for the higher ranked Common Death
Eaters and maybe plant names for the others? I'm not sure yet really but I do
need some suggestions! I'll be naming 13 of the squads
next chapter but there are probably 40-50 squads in reality. Oh and I won't be
naming any after any kind of Dragons either but anything else is fair game.

By the time you get this I�ve
about 4 pages written for 13. I�ve been ill so I�m slowly working my way back
to my normal writing routine. Oh and a secret that not many people know�I tend
to gab away all sorts of secrets about ID when a reviewer IMs
me on Yahoo Messenger. So if the teasers aren�t enough for you IM me and I�ll be happy to spill some secrets as we discuss ID.

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