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In Servitude of the Dark : My Obiesance	By : xXxLuckyxXx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 39418 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: This story is based off of J.K. Rowling’s amazing Harry Potter series. All characters, locations, themes from the world of HP belong to her. This is not for money or profit. I am just having fun playing in her magical world.

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A/N: Well, I am more or less back!

First of all, I am soooooo sorry for how long it took me to update. My only excuse is that my muse seemed to have died when my grandmother did. It took me months to get back into writing again, and even longer to return to this story.

Because RL is really hitting me hard, updates will be sporadic. I'm sorry, but this can't be helped. Just take comfort that I haven't abandoned this story.

Since it really has been a year since I last updated, some of you may like a refresher. The first chapter of this story summarizes what happened in my first story, ISttD - The Hand That Guides Me. As for this story, ISttD – My Obeisance, see below:

Over Summer break, Severus is gradually introduced to Marvolo (the merging of Harry's Scar-crux and the Diary-crux) and decides to reaffirm his loyalties to Harry and the Dark side. With his help, Harry's training progresses more quickly, which is fortunate because Harry was selected as Hogwart's Champion (Cedric was not chosen). Naturally, Ron and Hermione react badly to this (for different reasons) and started a smearing campaign against Harry. But Harry and his lawyer/professor, Andromeda Tonks, were prepared for this sort of reaction and patented his name. Their punishment was tailored to fit their crimes, and Ron is forced to compete as an honorary 4th contestant in the First Task.

In the background, the Dark Lord grows more powerful, and Marvolo takes Severus and Harry to meet Voldemort for the first time. Plans were made for the Resurrection, and Harry is pushing for Marvolo to teach him how to serve the Dark Lord as both a Death Eater and a Submissive.

Phew! Now on to the First Task…Enjoy!

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My Obeisance

Chapter 12 : Acromantulas – November 26, 1994

Harry looked up from his book on acromantulas that he'd read once through already, feeling bored and restless. This usually wasn't a problem for him, since at any one time, he had several things going on at once. But, surprisingly, Harry had nothing urgent on his place this time.

His personal training in magical and physical fighting was progressing rather well. Even Severus had said so. He could probably hold his own against any 2 Outer Circle Death Eater. He didn't feel like practicing his violin again, and thanks to Hagrid's help, Harry basically had a plan on how to deal with the acromantulas, so this left his mind to wander.

Inevitably, it strayed towards Marvolo, the biggest and most influential thing in his life. Marvolo, himself, was engrossed in some book the RoR provided for him. Watching the handsome but ghostly form, Harry couldn't remember how many times he wished Marvolo was real…or at least had a real body. That late Summer night discussion floated through his mind...again. It seemed that not even burying it deep inside his occlumancy shields could keep his curiosity in check. Despite the order not to bring the subject up again, he couldn't help this deep yearning inside him to explore whatever Marvolo had to offer.

It was just so frustrating that he couldn't do anything about it!

Part of it, Harry knew was Marvolo trying to protect him, but Harry wasn't naïve. He knew it meant sex, meant giving himself to his Lord in that way, and every time he let his imagination run wild, he'd get all warm and excited and yes, he'd get hard too. But it's been so loooong, and Marvolo never brought the subject up again, even when he knew Harry was jerking off to fantasies of a human version of Marvolo towering over him…holding him down, touching him in a way that the phantom Marvolo never could…

Harry bit off an involuntary groan and shifted uncomfortably. Great, now he was hard again!

Harry shot another glance at Marvolo again to see if he heard him. But no, Marvolo was still completely absorbed in that book, and for some reason this made Harry irrationally angry. Here he was fighting a losing battle against his stupid teenage hormones and Marvolo was over there all cool, calm, and collected, oblivious to Harry's suffering.

Fed up with being ignored, Harry pushed away from his desk and strode towards Marvolo until his shadow fell over the book that managed to grab his friend/lover's attention. Harry bit his lower lip. If he wanted to do this, now was the perfect time.

"Marvolo," Harry began and waited until Marvolo looked up with mildly curious eyes. "I think it's time you help me prepare for when the Dark Lord returns," Harry said decisively. "You saw how it was like when we went to Riddle Manor. If I'm not going to make a fool of myself again, I need to be prepared."

Marvolo leaned back, an eyebrow quirking up in interest. "I thought we had discussed this, Little One."

"Yes, but that was months ago," Harry said, letting a little of his frustration slip through.

Marvolo chuckled. He hadn't missed the growing bulge in Harry's pants. "And do you think you're even capable of giving up control over to me?" He reached out to brush lightly over Harry's jean covered groin, eliciting a delicious little moan from his Little Serpent. "Because it's more than just sex."

All thought seemed to fly out of Harry's mind. Marvolo's cooler touch was such relief to his burning heat. But Harry forced himself not to lose focus. He needed a clear head if he wanted to finish what he started. "I am more than ready, Marvolo," Harry said with conviction.

Marvolo was impressed with Harry's persistence. It showed how much he really wanted this, that it wasn't just a passing fancy. Marvolo floated up from behind the table and began lazily circling the smaller form and wrapping the boy up in coils of his smoky essence, like a boa constrictor embracing its prey.

Harry sucked in a deep breath and remained completely still as if he was bound by steel cords rather than intangible mists.

"So strong and brave, My Little Serpent," Marvolo cooed softly, seeing the boy's pulse jump at his neck. Marvolo dropped a cool kiss on top of it, trailing up to Harry's reddened ears. "But, I wonder, can this proud oak bend?"

At this, Harry's eyes burned with determination, his orbs glowing with inner green fire. He had seen Severus kneel and bow to Marvolo many times, and at first it had shocked him. But afterwards, he started feeling left out; even feeling rejected. He knew it was ridiculous; Marvolo would never reject him. Marvolo didn't require Harry to bow or perform any show of obeisance because of his special position in Marvolo's heart. But Harry wanted more than just affection with Marvolo, he wanted to be useful-he wanted to be a Death Eater. And he couldn't be a proper one if Marvolo kept holding him back.

So in answer to Marvolo's question, Harry slowly dropped to his knees, heart pounding in his chest. Marvolo hissed wordlessly above him, making Harry jerk his head up. The enflamed look of lust and possession in Marvolo's expression almost made Harry fall back. The normally cold phantom was even starting to radiate heat!

The maelstrom of tension seemed to last forever before Marvolo recollected his expanded aura and relaxed. "You try my self-control, Little One." His fingers gently combed Harry's hair. "This fiery stubbornness in you, like Godric Gryffindor, reborn," Marvolo finally said. "It will be amazing when you are finally all trained up."

Harry tore himself from the delicious feel of Marvolo's hand in his hair and sat up in interest. "So, does this mean you'll teach me? Everything?"

Marvolo 'hmmmed' thoughtfully. The boy was definitely a natural submissive, but Marvolo was certain that Harry was running on just hormones and instincts. Despite his impressive determination, Harry didn't know why he felt safest, most loved when he was on his knees. Giving instead of taking. He wouldn't know why he only felt true freedom when bound in rope or chains. And until Harry realized the value of his own submission, Marvolo refused to take it.

"Do you remember the alias you used back in the summer after second year?" Marvolo suddenly asked, as if from no where.

Harry furrowed his brow. "Xavier Rayne," he answered, wondering how that was related.

"Then as Xavier Rayne, you will mail order a book," Marvolo continued. "It is titled, 'The Art of Submission'. After you have thoroughly read that book, I will discuss it with so you can understand every concept."

Harry jaw dropped, incredulously. Here, he was kneeling before his pseudo-lover, so desperate and willing, but said pseudo-lover was telling him to go read a book! If Harry didn't know how badly Marvolo wanted this too, he might have felt insulted.

Marvolo grinned, enjoying the fury in Harry's flashing eyes. "Your submission is no small matter, my Little Serpent," Marvolo said, more seriously. "And it would not be true consent until you realize exactly what you are gifting to me. We will not move forward until this task is completed."

Harry's head dropped back and groaned. "Okay, fine," he grumbled unhappily.

Marvolo chuckled softly. His Little Serpent still had so much to learn if he wanted to walk this path, but it would be such a joy to refine this raw, fiery spirit into a proud and strong submissive.

December 1, 1994 – The First Task

Harry thought it was rather amusing. He was perhaps the only one in the tent who did not look like he was waiting for his own doom. Fleur was pacing in the corner, her lips moving silently, probably reciting some spells. Krum, normally like a stooping rock, was actually fidgeting with his wand. And then there was Ron. Ron looked like he was seconds away from hyperventilating and was darting wide-eyed glances at Harry-to which Harry merely smiled calmly back.

Hell, he was more excited over receiving the book Marvolo told him to order than this Task, which he owl-ordered 2 days ago. Because it was a 'specialty' order, it took a little longer than just filling an order from Flourish and Blotts.

All day long, Harry had been pestered by his fellow classmates on whether he was ready. Even Severus, who very well knew Harry could handle himself against the acromantulas, felt the need to express his concern. It was growing quite irritating by the penultimate hour, and Hermione had taken upon herself to constantly ask if he needed help or not.

And now, they were all waiting patiently for…

"So sorry, I'm late," Ludo Bagman burst through the tent like an overblown cartoon figure. "Just getting the audience all seated now…I have in this bag, here, the task that you will be facing." All eyes were glued to the nondescript sack in the man's hands. "You will draw the number that will tell us which order you are going in, where you will retrieve a box that looks somewhat like this." In Bagman's other hand was a slender and narrow box, made of some kind of wood. "Points will be deducted if you are injured or if you happen to damage the item you are retrieving."

With that, Ludo opened the small sack, allowing them each in turn to reach inside. Harry had been first, just because he was closer, and drew out a small, squirmy spider with a large number '3' written on its back. Fleur followed after and drew a similar spider with a number '1.' Krum drew a number 2. By virtue of the punishment, Ron was to go last.

Harry noted that no one had been particularly surprised by the fact that they were going to face acromatuntulas-slightly queasy yes, but surprised, no.

After a moment, some kind of magically enhanced bell chimed, and Ludo escorted Fleur, out with him. For a few awkward moments, Harry, Krum, and Ron glanced at each other, trying not to react to all the screaming outside.

This little torture went on until suddenly, the crowd roared, and they figured Fleur had made it. Each one of them sagged in relief, and there was a moment of silence as the points were given. And then the tenseness quickly returned when Ludo called for Krum.

"Good luck," Harry whispered.

Krum stared at Harry for a second before grunting in acknowledgement.

That left Harry with Ron alone, and if it were possible, this made him feel even more awkward. As bad as listening to Ludo's commentary was, it was infinitely better than trying to strike up a conversation between them, not that Harry thought Ron was even in the mindset of holding a conversation right then.

"Very daring!" Bagman was yelling, and if Harry concentrated, he thought he could hear the clacking of the acromantula's fangs…and what was that whooshing and horrible squealing and sizzling sound? It almost sounded like a cat was being roasted alive! "…That's some nerve he's showing - and - yes, he's got the Box!"

Harry let out a stale breath. His name was called, and this time the audience gave him an even greater applause then they did for Krum. Harry supposed being a national hero trumped being a Quidditch star, not to mention the mystery behind why he was entered into the tournament in the first place.

When Harry came out of the tent, the first thing he noticed was not the thousands of eyes looking down at him from the benches, nor the humongous webbing that practically took over the entire stadium. No, it was the horrible stench of fried ants…or more likely fried spider. His face twisted in a grimace, and he could even see some the scorch marks on the ground.

Harry was honestly surprised that one of them used fire against the acromantulas because their exoskeletons were mostly fire-resistant and so were their webbings. Unless you could get your fire to a certain temperature, it was ineffective against these creatures, and fire that hot tended to be very hard to control.

Knowing the clock won't start until he actually made a move, Harry took a moment to look around, looking for the Box. He found it right in the middle of this elaborate spider web that spanned between two Quidditch posts, and between he and his target was Aragog and what looked like two dozen of its children. All of them were clackling their pinchers and hissing at him angrily, no doubt incredibly upset with Krum for trying to roast them to death.

"Great," Harry muttered, before casting several charms on his body. The first was an anti-stick charm to keep from getting stuck to the ground where the webbing spanned and the second was a shield to block physical attacks.

Now the clock was ticking and Harry entered into the arena. "Serpensortia!" he cried, and from the tip of his wand, sprang forth what first looked like a rather pathetic looking snake. It was only half a meter long, practically invisible when compared to how huge the spiders were. That was until you looked closer and realized what kind of snake it was.

§Hello, Medusa. Keep your second eyelid closed until I say so,§ Harry ordered quickly before it could turn its deathly gaze on anyone.

Hearing Harry's hisses, the audience went utterly silent, even Ludo. Even the spiders stopped clacking.

§As you wish, Harry,§ it replied. §Why are we surrounded by spiders?§

§I am in a middle of a competition and need your help to retrieve that box in the web over there,§ Harry pointed at the box in the center of the web.

That night, after he left Hagrid's hut, he didn't go to the library like he said. Instead, he sent Terra out to find a young basilisk, seeing as how snakes were creatures of the earth. It took a couple days, but when she returned, all Harry had to do was apparate to that location. After a short and amusing conversation later with the young (50 year old) basilisk-newly dubbed Medusa-Harry managed to convince her to give Hogwarts a try. He stowed her away in the Chamber, after introducing her Sekmeth, Salazar's basilisk. The two serpents got along marvelously, and Harry wouldn't be surprised if there were nestlings in the near future.

"This must be a joke!"

Harry's attention was diverted from the basilisk to Aragog. "Joke?" Harry asked calmly.

"You think you can scare us with a false Unmentionable One?" Aragog laughed and so too did his children.

It took a moment for Harry to recall how acromantulas were so scared of basilisks that they refused to speak its name-oddly like the taboo placed on Voldemort's name. But to accuse him of bringing a fake? Harry smirked.

"If it is proof you want, then you shall have it…" he turned to his snake. §They are mocking us, my dear Medusa§ Harry told his friend, and the snake's eyes narrowed in offense. §I want you to turn that one into stone, but do not kill it.§ He pointed to the closest of the baby spiders.

§No problem, Harry§

And then that spider, about the size of a large house cat, instantly turned to stone.

There was half a second of stunned silence before the audience suddenly erupted in screams, but Harry didn't pay them any mind. All his attention was on Aragog, who was certainly not laughing anymore.

"You killed my child!" he roared angrily, shaking with rage and fear, making his entire web-construct tremble.

"Allow me passage to retrieve that box and I will not bother you anymore," Harry said magnanimously.

Aragog clicked his pinchers in irritation, but finally nodded. "Just get your Box out of here, and that Unmentionable abomination too!"

Harry grinned and strode down the path that was cleared for him. The spiders were all watching him warily, and Harry could tell Medusa was enjoying the fright she invoked, even hissing at some of the closer spiders menacingly. They clacked back, but didn't dare attack.

"This is amazing, unprecedented…in all my years!" Ludo's voice sounded like someone had cast a potent blubbering charm on him. "They're just letting him walk right in! And yes, he's got the Box! In record time too, and not a single scratch on him!"

Harry quickly made his way back out of the arena. A glance at the judge's podium showed the clock had stopped at 12 minutes. Then Ludo called for points. A 9 came out of Maxime's wand, 9 from Karkaroff, 10's from both Bagman and Crouch, and 6 from Dumbledore. This caused a mild uproar from the audience, most wondering why Harry's own headmaster had awarded him so little. Harry of course knew Dumbledore wasn't happy with him using parseltongue or conjuring up the basilisk. That was fine for Harry; a score of 44 was perfectly respectable.

However, he was not finished yet. Harry pointed his wand towards the tent. "AccioMandrake Draught!" It took only a few seconds for the small potion's vial to fly into his hands, and the audience grew silent again, wondering what he was doing now, especially since his task was completed.

"Aragog, I turned one of your children to stone," Harry began. "If you will allow me, I can revert it back to flesh."

All eight of Aragog's beady red eyes narrowed suspiciously, but agreed cautiously.

Harry quickly reinforced his shields (better safe than sorry!) before walking back into the nest, hands raised to show he wasn't going to attack. Then he knelt before the petrified spider and carefully dripped the mandrake potion in each of its eight eyes. As each drop made contact, the stone seemingly melted away, leaving only the shiny grey exoskeleton behind.

The baby acromantulas clicked its pinchers rapidly, and Harry imagined it was happy or at least grateful. With his good deed done for today, Harry quickly backed out again. §Thanks for the help, Medusa. Where do you want to go now?§

§Please send me back to Sekmeth,§ Medusa answered. §Sekmeth was in the middle of showing me how bountiful your Forest is, when you summoned me.§

Harry's eyebrows lifted. §Okay. Say hi to him for me.§ He banished back into the forest, shaking his head in bemusement. Definitely nestlings in the near future.

Outside of the arena, Harry was immediately received by both Madam Pomphrey and Severus. "I'm okay. Not a scratch," he said quickly.

"You foolish boy!" Severus immediately scolded. "When you asked me for the Mandrake Draught I should have known something was up, but not even I thought you were reckless enough to conjure a bloody basilisk in the middle of a thousand spectators."

Flashback to last night…

Harry had strode into Severus' private rooms, pulling off his invisibility cloak, with Marvolo trailing after him.

"My Lord," Severus inclined his head respectfully before turning to Harry with a questioning look. "You do realize its past curfew, right? You should be in bed resting before tomorrow."

"I told you, I got everything planned. It's not like I'm fighting dragons or anything." Harry shrugged, unconcerned. "But there is one last thing I need for tomorrow." Severus raised an inquiring brow. "Do you still have anymore of the Mandrake Draught from 2nd year?"

Severus blinked, not expecting that. He had thought the boy would ask for some acromantula web-dissolving potion or a potion that rendered blindness. "And you're still not going to tell me what this oh-so-brilliant plan of yours is?"

Harry shook his head, grinning mischievously. "Nope. I want you to be pleasantly surprised."

"Merlin," Severus groaned, wondering if he should double his healing potions for Poppy tomorrow. But he had faith that the Dark Lord's incarnation wouldn't let Harry indulge in his more Gryffindorish risks. So he waved his hand towards the storage cabinet. "Third shelf up from the bottom."

End Flashback

Severus knew he should have pushed harder. And while the Dark Lord's incarnationhad kept Harry from risking himself, Severus should have realized that the incarnation couldn't care less about the safety of the audience. It had been the Riddle Horcrux who had set the basilisk on the school, after all.

Harry grinned. "Hey, you can't argue with success! And I made sure she wouldn't hurt anyone. Not even the acromantulas."

By the look in Severus' glaring eyes, the man was not impressed.

"Merlin, you're hard to please," Harry grumbled good naturedly, earning himself a cuff around the head.

Well at least, Severus saved him a seat, right next to Hermione and the Weasley family. They took a moment to offer Harry some heartfelt congratulations, before turning back onto the arena when Ron's name was called. Now that it was all over for Harry, he felt somewhat guilty for not seeing if Ron had some kind of plan. After all, everyone knew Ron was terrified of spiders.

At first, Ron tried to reason with it. Ron brought up Hagrid, reminding Aragog of their friendship, but it worked just well as it did in 2nd year-which was not at all. Since that failed, Ron lifted his wand and conjured 3 illusions of acromantulas. That also would have been a good idea, if his illusions did not flicker on and off. But still, it was sufficient enough to distract the young spiders.

Ron took this moment to make a dash for it and shot a rather powerful diffindo at the webbing. Next to Harry, he heard Hermione groan loudly.

"No, no, no, Ron!" Hermione muttered under her breath. She had one hand over her eyes, like she couldn't bear to watch, but was still peaking through her fingers. "Itold you diffindo won't work on acromantula webbing."

"Oooh," Ludo cried gleefully. "Shouldn't have gotten so close…Oh, that looked painful!"

Harry had to wince himself when Aragog used one of its giant, hairy legs to knock Ron back like an irritating bug. Unfortunately for Ron, he was tossed right into the webbing that secured the Box, and within seconds, Aragog had poor Ron wrapped up tightly in a tough cocoon.

The crowd boo-ed in disappointment, while Hagrid and several other wizards, rushed in to remove Ron's body from the spider's clutches.

"Well, he gave it a good shot," one of the Weasleys muttered, though there was a distinct air of disappointment over the red headed family.

"And it looks like the fourth contestant was not able to get the Box after all," Ludo said cheerfully, and the Weasley clan turned, as one, to glare in the Ludo's direction. "Now for the points…Judges please?"

Maxime and Karkaroff both gave Ron a 1. Crouch gave him a 0, Bagman a 2, and Dumbledore a 4.

"And this concludes the end of the 1st Task of the Triwizard Tournament. To recap for everyone," Bagman continued. "Currently, in first place is Harry Potter with 44 points for use of the basilisk! Fleur Delacour, in 2nd place, received 38 points for her use of the Veela charm! And in 3rd place is Victor Krum with 37 points for a well controlled Incendio Maximus. And finally, our honorary Champion, gets 8 points for creative use of illusions." He paused for the round of applause that erupted from the stands.

"I'm gonna check on Ron," Harry said quickly and escaped from Hermione and the Weasleys. Inside the tent, he could see Severus and Pomphrey just finishing up with Ron. He still had bits of webbing stuck on his clothes and in his hair, but at least he wasn't still stuck inside the cocoon anymore. Ron, himself, didn't look very good. He was still pale and shaky and wouldn't look at Harry, even after Harry tried to catch his attention.

Before Harry could inquire as to how Ron was, Fleur and Victor arrived, followed closely by Bagman. "Well done, all of you!" said Ludo, bouncing into the tent and looking as pleased as if he had personally finished the Task. "Now, just a few quick words. You've got a nice long break before the 2nd task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February 15th. I know 3 months seems like a long wait, but some things cannot be rushed. Besides, I'm sure you'll all be glad to have these months to think about your clues in the meantime."

A/N: I write for myself and I post on AFFN for you. Feedback will be greatly welcomed.

Up Next: Dumbledore is getting suspicious, and the Golden Trio is officially over! Yay!
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