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Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

A/N:
Sorry this is so late! I was busy and
then I need to re-write some scenes. Also, this chapter is once again,
partially Betaed. I wasn�t too pleased with it
overall so I may re-write some more things later. If I do I will let you know
next chapter or on my Group.

Warning: There is a small Harry/Cyriacus scene in this
chapter. It�s not graphic but if you want to avoid it skip the scene �The
Golden Chamber� down to the next divider. That paragraph will begin with �After
combing Diagon Alley��

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Chapter XIII

Preparation (II)

There are no secrets to success. It
is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.

-Colin Powell, US General (1937 - )

The Drawing Room

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

4:15 PM

Harry
was sitting at the writing desk, scribbling a long winded note to his Law
Wizard Mr. Alaric Brandt. As his death neared he wanted everything to go
exactly as he willed it. It would be most disconcerting after all to return
amongst the living to find that his body was missing vital parts or hadn�t been
healed properly. If anyone dared to interfere with Alaric overseeing his
funerary preparations, Harry wanted them to face the threat of Vita Ustum
(Life Burn). No one in their sane mind (or so Harry was hoping) would even
chance the bad end of the Life Burning Curse which would dramatically shorten
the poor victim�s life. If all things went accordingly, once Voldemort plunged
the knife into the real Harry Potter�s chest, anyone who tampered with the body
after the Life Burning Curse came into effect would find themselves dying very,
very quickly and painfully.

Just
as Harry finished with his letter, signing his name in script and using the
Potter signet ring to seal the envelope shut the door opened and several of the
Junior Order members poured inside of the room. Ron and Hermione both led the
wave of students inside, all of them almost freezing upon seeing him seated in
the room. Harry ignored them as he finished writing the address on the
envelope:

Mr. Alaric
Brandt

Brandt and
Moreau Law Wizards

Marseille, Provence-Alpes C�te D�Azur, France

Ginny
walked over towards him. �Hi Harry, what are you doing?�

�I
just finished a note to my Law Wizard, nothing important really. Have any of
you seen Sirius?� Harry asked as he tapped the letter with his wand, emblazoning
the Potter Family Seal onto the front and back of the envelope as well as
infusing it with a few wandless security charms.

�Mr.
Lupin and Mr. Black went to the Ministry, there�s a meeting there about the Summit if I remember
correctly.� Terry Boot commented.

Harry
frowned. �I don�t suppose Moody is here?�

Hermione
shook her head, �Moody�s also at the Summit
briefing.�

�Well
are there any adults here?� Harry asked impatiently.

�No,
they all left after our lesson.� Susan Bones replied, head tilted. �Why are you
asking anyways?�

Harry
scowled. �I have to go to the Triad Alleys for a bit, I need to send this
letter by phoenix and then I need to pick up my robes for the Summit at Sartorial Splendor.�

�Can�t
you go tomorrow?� Ginny asked.

�No,
my Law Wizard needs to get this letter today and he�ll be leaving his office at
five thirty.� Harry responded as he tucked his letter into his pocket. �I
shouldn�t be gone too long actually; would you let them know where I went in
case any of them get back before me?�

Ron
nodded. �Sure.�

Harry
headed towards the door. �I�ll be back in twenty minutes at the latest, I�ll
see you all then.�

The
moment the door closed behind him and his footsteps had faded down the stairs,
Hermione turned to Ron.

�Ron!
What were you thinking agreeing to that?! We could get in so much trouble
letting Harry leave like that,� said Hermione, hands on her hips frowning.

Ron
straightened. �Or we could get him to trust us a little more by doing this.�

The
others watched at the two Gryffindors began bickering and arguing as they
always did. It was everyone�s hope that sooner or later the two would realize
that they liked each other and stopped their annoying bickering. Ginny turned
to the others and took out a pack of Exploding Snap while a few others took out
Gobstones or crossed over to the chess set. They were
all so involved in their games and ignoring Ron and Hermione that none of them
realized how much time had passed until they heard loud banging and Mrs.
Black�s shrieking from downstairs.

Quickly
cleaning the room they were about to leave the room when Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Moody entered the room looking exhausted.

�Fudge
is an idiot; Voldemort�s not going to let an opportunity like the Summit go without trying
something!� Tonks exclaimed.

Moody
snorted. �We all know how stupid the Minister is but he could be right. We�ll
just have to wait and see what happens when we report on Monday night for
another briefing.�

Remus
gave the students a tired smile. �Sorry we were gone so long but we did pick up
dinner, Mrs. Weasley should have everything set in
about ten minutes. Have any of you seen Harry?�

Everyone
froze, no one had heard Harry come back at all and he would have had to pass by
the Drawing Room to go up to any of the other floors. Instantly all eyes turned
to Ron who was suddenly looking very pale.

�Harry
said that he needed to go and send a letter by phoenix to his Law Wizard and
that he needed to pick up his robes for the Summit. He said he�d be gone maybe twenty
minutes at the latest but he hasn�t come back yet.� Ron whispered eyes on the
floor.

Sirius
gaped for a moment before shaking his head. �When did he leave?�

Padma Patil looked at her wristwatch. �Harry left around four
thirty or so.�

�Four
thirty?!� the four adults exclaimed loudly.

Hermione
glanced at the clock on the mantle and nearly moaned. �Oh my God, Harry�s been
gone for nearly two hours! I told you we shouldn�t have let him go!�

�Calm
down, we�ll find him.� Remus said softly before the four turned and stormed out
of the room stopping in the kitchen to get reinforcements.

The Throne Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

7:00 PM

After
being put through his paces for the benefit of the Ministry�s spy, Cyriacus had
more than gotten a decent work out. The Elite and the Inner
Circle had put on a good show of acting very suspicious of
Cyriacus�s intentions as Voldemort looked on with hidden amusement as Cyriacus
gave his reasons for turning against his �friend�. As the others watched,
Cyriacus was questioned by Voldemort to see how he would be placed amongst the
other Death Eater trainees. Though most attempted to hide it, Cyriacus could
tell that they were impressed by his answers as his schooling was questioned.
Voldemort was visibly gleeful when Cyriacus dismissively labeled himself a
Master of Mind Magicks and proceeded to test his
skills on a Death Eater from Voldemort�s prized Chimera Death Squad. After
showing off his skills in Legilimency, Occulmency, Imperius Curse, Oblivation and
Memory Fabrication/Implantation it seemed as if he had finally passed
inspection.

As
Cyriacus sprawled in a chair as a House elf fetched him some iced spring water,
Voldemort was gloating to his Inner Circle about
all the uses Cyriacus could be put to. While drinking his water, Cyriacus eyed
the other Death Eaters watching for any possible troublemakers though it was
unlikely anyone would bother him after having seen the display of powerful Mind
Magick he had just presented. However being
overcautious was always a wise thing. Eventually after Voldemort had finished
gloating he had dismissed everyone to prepare for dinner, Cyriacus returning
with the other Elites to their suite of rooms. After taking a shower and
telling everyone he�d see them tomorrow, Cyriacus had Shadow Stalked up to
Voldemort�s suite to dress in his Necromancer robes. Voldemort had already
added a door between Necromancer Ruin�s suite and Voldemort�s Floo room so their appearances were perfect.

Cyriacus
bid Voldemort a momentary farewell before Shadow Stalking back to Eagle�s Spire
and claiming his four Truth Guardians. They were spectral spirits dressed in
midnight blue robes, their pale milk white skin shining luminously. A strip of
dark fabric hid the upper parts of their faces, covering their foreheads down
to their mouths. The moment they felt Cyriacus enter the room, they quickly
surrounded him.

�Master,�
They murmured, their hands touching his robes with reverence.

Cyriacus
smiled behind his mask. �My servants come with me and seek the unfaithful,
scheming liars.�

�Yes
Master,� They agreed pressing closer to him as Cyriacus wrapped his Chaos magic
around them and pulled them along with him through the corridors of the Chaos
Plane. They emerged in the darkened hall just outside of the Dining Hall.

�Now
seek those with unfaithful hearts, those who would dare to betray the Dark
Lord�s cause. Mark them but do not allow them to know who has been marked, I
shall cull should there be need. I will tell them nothing of your powers, only
that you are my servants, let them know not what you or I seek in this
endeavor.� Cyriacus instructed.

The
Truth Guardians nodded and Cyriacus strode through the open doors, ignoring the
sudden silence that fell as those within the Hall took in his arrival. He wore
an elaborate samite robe which was mainly black save
for the sleeves and hem which looked as if they had been soaked in blood. A
cloak blood red with a silver wyvern embroidered on the back draped around his
shoulders and his face was hidden behind a black metal half mask. Ignoring the
sudden silence Cyriacus continued directly to the table at the far end of the
room as his servants glided amongst the common Death Eaters.

�Good
Evening Dark Lord, I trust your day has been productive?� Cyriacus greeted as
he took his seat next to Voldemort.

Voldemort
inclined his head. �It has been very productive, Necromancer Ruin. I trust you
have settled in your suite of rooms?�

�They
are more than suitable for my needs, Dark Lord. I have finished preparing a
suitable Summoning Circle
as you had desired. I shall be ready to begin my work beginning at sundown
tomorrow.�

�Excellent,
I look forward to it.� Voldemort replied.

Dinner
passed by quickly the conversation varying from recent Ministry actions to the
import/export of Dark Artifacts. Cyriacus kept an eye on his servants as they
glided around the room, seeking possible spies and marking them. As dinner
finished Cyriacus was pleased to see only five marked Death Eaters who seemed
to be only wavering from the glow the Truth Guardians had placed around them.
Cyriacus would watch them carefully the next few days and if necessary have
them eliminated. Under the table, Cyriacus nudged Voldemort with his leg and
jerked his head towards the exit.

Voldemort
nodded back and stood up, waiting until the room fell silent. �In fifteen
minutes I will see all Inner Circle and the
First Tier Death Eaters in the Throne room. Nundu and
Basilisk are to alert the rest of the First Tier Death Eaters at Slytherin�s
Citadel.�

After
Voldemort�s announcement the room began to empty as Death Eaters went either
went home or to entertain themselves. Cyriacus ignored the others as he swept
down to the exit, his servants falling into step around him. After leaving them
in the Throne room to observe the new arrivals, Cyriacus headed back to the
Main Staircase and towards the garden doors by the Game room. Lights lit up the
cultivated garden and as Cyriacus noted he was not the only one out to get a
bit of air. Some Death Eaters were conversing in clusters of two or three,
others were smoking cigarettes or pipes and a solitary few were strolling idly
along the paths. Cyriacus ignored the glances cast in his direction as he
withdrew a pack of menthol cigarettes and finding a nice secluded alcove, had a
smoke as he waited. Nearly twenty five minutes later, he strode into the Throne
room shutting the doors firmly behind him and casting several powerful of his
favorite Privacy charms. Once that was completed he conferred with his Truth
Guardians and after scanning the room carefully walked up to Voldemort.

�Everyone
present in this room is completely loyal to you and your cause.� Cyriacus
stated.

Voldemort
relaxed marginally. �Excellent, I had hoped that it would be so but one can
never be too certain. You have warded the room?�

�No
one will be able to speak of anything they hear outside of this room and
without my express permission.� Cyriacus agreed.

�Very
well, you may begin your briefing.� Voldemort agreed, gesturing for Cyriacus to
do as he liked.

Cyriacus
nodded and turned around to face the crowd behind him. �If you do not already
know, I am Necromancer Ruin Heir of the line of Blaze Hawthorne and First Tier
Lord of the Guild of Necromancy. As you have just heard, you have been spelled
to secrecy and it is spelled specifically to me. Should I find that any of you
have somehow found a way to betray any information I am about to brief you on
to the Ministry or the Order of the Phoenix,
you will meet a fate worse than death. Is that understood?�

�Aye!�
The room answered as they waited.

�Very
good,� Cyriacus commented as he pushed back his hood and removed his mask.

�You?!�
Someone exclaimed towards the front.

Cyriacus
chuckled. �Yes, it is I. For those of you who were not present at today�s
Trainee training, I am Cyriacus Snape recently a student of the Arcanum
Institute of Magic. Before anyone asks, I am both a Master of Mind Magicks and a Master of Necromancy among other things. My
past is somewhat colorful, you will understand fully tomorrow evening so I
shall be brief. On Wednesday Evening, Harry Potter will be killed at Fudge
Manor which will be holding the Alliance Summit. In preparation for that
momentous occasion, you have been gathered here to be briefed regarding your
roles on that evening. Lord Voldemort, have you chosen the thirteen?�

�Yes,
the thirteen who will be joining the Inner Circle
and myself on the attack at the Summit
are: Basilisk, Chimera, Lethifold, Thestral, Occamy, Ashwinder, Auguery,
Acromantula, Grim, Abraxan, Re�em, Manticore and Runespoor.� Voldemort listed.

�If
you have been named, I will be expecting you promptly tomorrow evening at five
o�clock for an early dinner. After dinner the Eastern Bathing room on the
second floor will be closed off, you will thoroughly wash yourselves and dress
in the robes provided to you. Tomorrow evening I am performing a very high
level Protection and Bonding Summoning and as such, all of you will need to be
prepared exactly as I need you to be. I suggest that this evening you all get
as much rest as you can, abstain from alcohol, sex and anything that may result
in bodily injury. If any of you have already tainted yourselves this evening I
suggest you speak to me after I dismiss you to get a Cleansing Solution.
Tomorrow evening should I be unfortunate enough to discover any of you having
been stupid enough not to get a Cleansing Solution from me, I shall make you a
prize sacrifice at the next Summoning that requires a live sacrifice.� Cyriacus
said glaring.

Someone
from the back of the room asked the question on everyone�s mind. �What exactly
would happen if we didn�t take a Cleansing Solution?�

�Whoever
is standing within a Protection circle at the time of the Summoning would be
perfectly safe as the Spirit would first attack the sacrifice. However, after
the Spirit consumed the sacrifice, it would then turn to me as I will not be
within the safety of a Protection circle. Suffice to say should I be at the un-tender
mercy of the Spirit I�m Summoning tomorrow evening and survive the necessary
ten minute wait until I can safely banish it, I�ll make whoever caused the
Summoning to fail suffer beyond mortal comprehension.�

�Mortal
comprehension?� Someone asked nervously.

Cyriacus
smiled in such a way that everyone present shivered. �There are nine levels of
Summoning and each require a different offering. Tomorrow I am performing a
level eight Summoning which requires the sacrifice to be violently killed to
amass the always powerful but very fleeting, Death Energy. There is one level
above that and that requires the sacrifice to have their soul devoured by the
Summoned Spirit. It works much like a Dementor�s Kiss
and often times the Summoned Spirit will Possess the body of the sacrifice. I
have read that it is a less than pleasant experience but I will be more than
happy to carry it out should it prove necessary.�

�Now
before I dismiss you, those who are not going to be joining Lord Voldemort at
the attack on the Summit will report here on Tuesday evening at eleven o�clock.
You will be acting as a diversion for the Summit attack and as such will be
taking a few of my pets along to insure your safety and stealth. Your presence
is not required at the Summoning but I suggest that you all come whole of body;
my pets tend to get a little�excited when they scent blood and you will not be
safe from them until they are bonded to you. Should you be injured on your
raid, their priority is to Heal you as best they can and they will protect you
until you recover, you will be in charge of them until Friday evening most
likely.�

Cyriacus
glanced back at Voldemort who shook his head; he had nothing left that needed
to be said.

�If
those named would step forward?�

The
crowd shifted as several groups of people moved together towards the front of
the room. Cyriacus moved them around until they stood in columns three squads
deep and five feet away from each other. Cyriacus unbuckled his robe, letting
it fall to the floor before unbuttoning his black silk shirt and tossing that
on the floor too. Everyone was watching him raptly as he turned his left arm
palm up finger pointing at the ground in front of the first group, and using
his right pointer finger touched the tattoo rune just above his elbow on his
bicep. A black mist collected in front of the squads while Cyriacus calmly
repeated the gesture another twelve times before taking a step back and waving
his hand. Two buckets and four silver trays appeared next to him on the ground.
Picking up a bucket he carefully poured the dark crimson blood into two of the
pans, before taking the other bucket and filling the remaining two. Once that
was done, Cyriacus pulled out a silver dagger from his right boot and cut his
arm deeply, letting the blood pour into each of the trays.

Once
he deemed that enough of his blood had been added to the calf�s blood, he
pressed the dark green �gem� on his left bracelet and waited as a vial of Invitcus Potion
drained into his bloodstream, healing the cut. Finally finished with his
preparations, and only far too aware of the stares, Cyriacus scooped up his
clothes and put them back on as he Incanted several words in Necromancer�s
Cant. The black mist formed into twenty six large spiders, whose bodies were the
size of two joined soccer balls. They were fairly hairy spiders with purple
eyes and soft dark black fur.

�Drink
from your Offering,� Cyriacus murmured, gesturing at the blood filled trays.
Twelve of the spiders skittered forward to the trays and drank while the last
remaining one, who had a silver S on its back, calmly approached Cyriacus.
Bending down Cyriacus petted it once before calmly scooping it up off the floor
and turning his neck aside, waiting as the spider positioned itself before
sinking fangs into his neck and drawing blood.

A
nameless Death Eater with a Chimera mark on their mask stared with fascination
as the spider drank. �What are they?�

�Necromancers
call them Gatherers; they�re very intelligent and quite good at finding the
perfect sacrifices for whatever Summoning is needed. I generally only summon
females as they�re the best at web weaving, she�ll spin a web searching for a
mind that resonates with the criteria I instruct her to find. Once she locks
onto the location of that mind, she and her sister will use the Shadow Stalking
ability I�ve temporarily granted them and weave a web into the mind of the
sacrifice. Humans are always looking for their missing kinsman, so the spiders
control the human who will make a general mess and write a suicide note before
�disappearing�. Then the spiders will bind the sacrifice with a special kind of
silk and bring her to the room I�ve set aside for the sacrifices. After the
sacrifice is used, I dispose of the body and no one�s any wiser for it.� Cyriacus
explained, as the spider he carried finished drinking.

Everyone
was silent; Cyriacus idly stroked the soft fur on the Queen Gatherer in his
arms and waited until the other spiders had cleaned the trays of blood.
Cyriacus set the Queen down on the ground and murmured a few words as the
spiders arranged themselves into groups of two. Carefully placing Protection
charms on them, Cyriacus spoke another word and waited as the spiders
cautiously fanned out and searched for the group most suited to them. Once they
had finished and were waiting patiently, Cyriacus walked over to the first
group, which was Basilisk and scooped up the larger of the two spiders.

�Now
hold out your arm, this will only hurt for a moment.� Cyriacus instructed,
waiting for the Squad Captain to pull up his right sleeve.

The
Squad Captain hissed as the spider bit his arm, drawing a bit of blood before
releasing him. The spider glowed for a moment and Cyriacus could feel a gentle
mental touch as she searched for the information in his mind regarding the type
of sacrifice needed for this particular occasion. Once she had the information
she needed a gold Basilisk appeared on her back and after exchanging
information with her sister, they stepped into his shadow and vanished. Ten minutes
passed as Cyriacus continued with the same procedure, the spiders each
vanishing to find a suitable place to spin their webs.

Cyriacus
was just about to speak when his eyes glazed over and he became distracted,
seeing for a moment what his Golem had gotten up to. Cursing softly, Cyriacus
scanned the members of the Inner Circle before focusing on the one he thought
was Augustus Rookwood.

�Go
and ask the Dementor Lord to come here and explain how to use the Cleansing
Solution, something has come up which needs my immediate attention.� Cyriacus
instructed as he took off the Glamour hiding the large crate of Cleansing
Solution which was a few feet away from the Dark Lord�s throne.

Rookwood
glanced over to Voldemort, �My Lord?�

�Do
as you have been instructed Rookwood and be quick
about it! Where are you going Cyriacus?� Voldemort said glancing at Cyriacus.

Ignoring
Voldemort�s question Cyriacus mumbled a Switching Spell, exchanging his
Necromancer robes for a pair of tight fitting green dragonhide
chaps and calf boots, silver briefs and a loose mesh vest which opened all the
way to his sternum, made of tiny steel loops. Glancing down at his clothes with
approval, he created a bubble of air around his body and upped the temperature
to a sweltering 112 degrees Fahrenheit until he was sweating rather heavily and
began once again to muss his hair.

Voldemort
repeated his question and before Cyriacus could answer; his father�s voice
interrupted him.

�What
kind of situation is so urgent that it requires you to go out looking like a
whore?� Severus demanded his tone filled with outrage.

Cyriacus
merely laughed. �I�m happy I pass muster then, Father. As for your inquiry,
Harry�s done something incredibly stupid and now I have to go and repair the
situation as best I can. I�m certain that you�ll find yourself summoned to the
Order Headquarters as soon as you�re done here so be sure to act surprised and
outraged.� Cyriacus saluted Voldemort just before he walked into the shadows
and vanished.

The Gold Chamber

Rapture, Leisure Alley, London UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

8:43 PM

Cyriacus
entered the room and after cringing at the nauseatingly gaudy d�cor. Everything
was done in either white, new minted gold or rich dark gold. Every metallic
surface was gilded to the extreme until the dazzle nearly made Cyriacus want to
poke his eyes out. Kicking the door shut with a loud bang, an inebriated Harry
and a scantily clad brunette woman twisted around from their entangled position
on the bed.

Cyriacus
growled as he approached the bed and gently pulled away the prostitute. �Here,
take this and go, make sure no one else interrupts us.� Cyriacus ordered as he
passed her ten Galleons.

The
brunette glanced from one to the other and after winking sashayed out of the
room. Cyriacus tossed up several powerful Privacy charms as he dropped down
onto the bed to join his golem.

�I
don�t suppose you�d like to explain what the hell you�re doing?�

The
golem smiled. �I figured this would be a perfect way to distract the Order from
your activities and keep me from using our mutual reserve of energy. I know
that you�ll need every drop of energy yourself for the Summoning tomorrow
evening and to recover on Monday.�

Cyriacus
glared as he unbuckled his vest. �That�s true but now we�re going to have to
pretend to be lovers if only so they don�t wonder where we both are the next
few days. Not to mention when they do catch us later this evening, the lecture
they�ll give us will be worse than having to sit through three hours with
Professor Binns.�

�It�s
not the complete end of the world you realize, Cy.� Harry replied as he too
began to strip out of his clothes, tossing them strategically around the bed.
Once they were both naked, they slipped under the covers of the bed, Cy
frowning darkly.

�You
do know how disconcerting this is for me?� Cy commented resisting the urge to
jump out of bed and away from the golem as it pinned him to the bed.

Harry
quirked an eyebrow at him and ignoring Cy�s remark,
began to kiss and bite Cy�s neck. �Even if it is
disconcerting, we�ll still need to do it.�

Cyriacus
winced at the contact. �Bite the other side, the Gatherer Queen bit me on that
side.�

�Sorry.�
Harry replied before obligingly marking the other side of Cy�s
neck.

Knowing
it was pointless to lay there like a statue; Cyriacus decided that if they were
going to make this believable then they would need to take it up a notch. Harry
continued nipping and licking his way down Cy�s neck
and chest while Cy raked his fingernails over as much of Harry as he could
reach from his position. Crushing his lips against Cy�s
Harry nibbled and sucked on the �younger� boy�s lip until Cy reluctantly opened
his mouth. As their tongues dueled, the flavor of mint and Firewhisky
passed between them. Grinding their hips together as they moved back to
exchanging bruising love bites and love scratches Cy felt his Incubus side
rising to the surface. Any remaining inhibitions melted away as the two writhed
against each other, still exchanging bites, kisses and scratches.

After
combing Diagon Alley, Tonks
and Kingsley were finally able to learn that the shopkeepers had last seen
Harry on his way to Leisure Alley, clutching a letter. A stop at the Post
Office revealed that the letter Harry had received bore the seal of Arcanum,
which was the image of the island Arcanum called home with a silver gate
overlaying it. The clerk unfortunately could not tell them the name of the
sender only that it looked as if it had been written by a feminine hand.

Another
two hours were spent combing through the shops and eventually the nightclubs,
burlesque houses and two or three brothels. It seemed that Harry had stopped by
at nearly every club, house or brothel in the more secluded area of Leisure
Alley. It was approaching nine fifteen when they finally managed to determine
that Harry was currently being ah, entertained
in a chamber in Rapture. The brothel was one of the better known ones and
though it was gaudy the professionals were supposedly the best in the Alley.

Another
ten minutes were spent amongst the Order members arguing about whether to wait
until he was finished or to interrupt. Eventually Dumbledore, Moody and Hestia
Jones won the argument and Sirius, Remus and Tonks
ended up trailing the other three as they made their way up the stairs and to
the Gold Chamber. By the time they reached the door, practically everyone
except Dumbledore and Moody were red in the face as they had heard quite a bit
more than they would have liked from the other patrons. The moans coming from
behind the door however caused even the two oldest members of the group to
blush lightly.

�God
damn�the things you can do with your tongue should be fucking illegal!� Harry
rasped loudly, causing everyone in the hall to go completely beet red.

Hestia
glanced at the door before looking away. �I don�t think they�ll hear if you
knock, Albus.�

Dumbledore
closed his eyes briefly. �You are right; perhaps it would be best just to go
in.�

Taking
a deep breath, he opened the door and they entered the room closing the door
behind them before freezing at the sight that greeted them. Sprawled in the
center of the bed on his back was a disheveled Harry Potter whose hands were
entwined in the hair of his lover and lying half on top of him was Cyriacus
Snape, who had his teeth latched around Harry�s left nipple. Sirius made a
choked noise and abruptly collapsed to the floor with a dull thump that
immediately caused the two in the bed to twist around, wands drawn.

�Headmaster?�
Harry slurred, surprised.

Cyriacus
glanced from Sirius to the other adults and turned red before practically
rolling off of Harry and covering his face with his hands in a lame attempt to
hide his burning cheeks. Harry glanced from his lover to the older adults at
end of the room and back.

�Oh
Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin�� Hestia was muttering to herself, staring at the
ground.

Tonks
meanwhile was staring at the bed with shock while Remus and Kingsley attempted
to rouse the unconscious Sirius Black. Dumbledore was rubbing his temples,
silently begging for patience at the unexpected sight they had stumbled upon.

�Cy?�
Harry called out tenatively.

Cyriacus
grumbled as he cautiously peeked out from between his fingers. �I told you this
was a bad idea.�

�Get
up Sirius Black, Merlin knows you�ve seen worse things then that!� Remus
snarled as he and Kingsley took turns slapping and throwing Eneverate
spells at Sirius.

Dumbledore
took a deep breath and choked on the heavy, unmistakable scent of sweat and sex
that laced the air. �Boys, get dressed, we�ll wait in the hall.�

Tonks and
Hestia were quick to follow Dumbledore out, while Kingsley and Remus dragged a
still resisting Sirius. Quietly Harry and Cyriacus cast Cleaning Spells on each
other before pulling on their clothes. As they reached the door they shared a
triumphant look at their acting before allowing themselves to be led out back
to Grimmauld Place.

Number 12 Grimmauld
Place, London UK

Saturday the 23^rd of August
1997

9:25 PM

It
was the sound of Mrs. Black�s shrieking about Half-blood�s that alerted the
students to Harry�s arrival. They poured out of the Drawing room, Ron, Hermione
and Ginny in the lead and nearly tumbled down the stairs when they saw Harry.
Leaning against an equally disheveled Cyriacus Snape, both men were sporting
large red love bites along their necks. Harry�s clothes looked wrinkled and
looked askew while Cyriacus was covered with Remus�s
robe, leaving the werewolf dressed in simple gray slacks and a loose white
button up shirt. Sirius was staring at the two in something like shocked
disbelief while Tonks was trying to distract Hestia
who was muttering something about �always knocking before entering a room�.
Kingsley and Moody both looked grim and the former told Remus he�d �get the
bottle� from the library. Dumbledore looked very tired and slightly
uncomfortable.

�Harry?
Are you alright?� Ginny asked cautiously.

Both
Harry and Cyriacus turned and after seeing over a dozen kids around their age
looking at them, flushed.

�I�m
fine. I suppose Cy and I will just uh, get cleaned up.� Harry said lamely, far
more sober after Moody had hit him with a Sobering Charm.

Cy quickly agreed with Harry. �Yes that�s a
great idea! Let�s go up to your bedroom!�

The
two younger men had managed three steps towards the stairs when Dumbledore
stopped them, laying a hand on one of their shoulders.

�I
think it would be best if you two stayed away from each other until we have a
discussion about your�activities this evening.� Dumbledore said in a no
nonsense tone.

Cy
glanced at Harry then Dumbledore. �Um, I�m going to need a change of clothes
and Harry�s the only one about my size so I think it would be better if we just
cleaned up in Harry�s room.�

Molly
Weasely clucked. �I�m sure I can clean up your
clothes while you take a shower dear, now take off Remus�s
robe and let me have a look at your clothes.�

�Molly
just leave the boy alone.� Sirius said flatly.

Dumbledore
moved forward to intercept the mother hen. �You need not concern yourself with
the state of Cyriacus�s clothes, Molly.�

�It�s
really no trouble, Albus. Off with the robe dear.�
Molly told Cyriacus who was now trying to hide behind Harry.

�NO!
Really, that�s not why-� Harry began but by then the Weasley
Matriarch had waved her wand and Remus�s robe had
vanished, leaving Cyriacus clad in his rather revealing clothing.

Several
girls squeaked at Cy�s undeniably well toned body
which as they could now see, was definitely covered in bruised love bites and
scratches alike. Both Cyriacus and Harry�s faces flamed and Cy dragged Harry to
stand in front of him, blocking the younger kids from looking at him. The boys
however looked at how closely the two were standing, their expression and their
jaws dropped open as the revelation of just how close the two were became
obvious. Mrs. Weasley was gaping like a landed fish
while Sirius unbuttoned his robes and silently handed them to the very
embarrassed younger man. Cyriacus quickly pulled on the robes and buckled them
shut, staring at Harry who was still shielding him.

�We�ll
be going up to my room now,� Harry said somewhat coldly. �No more protestations
about it, we�ll be down in exactly twenty minutes.�

�But-�

Harry
turned to glare at Tonks. �We�ll discuss it later, I
think between the seven of you, you have embarrassed and invaded our privacy
enough for one evening. If you make things difficult, I will be happy to invite
Cy to stay over at Potter Manor for a few days until you cool your heads.�

Sirius
looked like he was going to protest but Dumbledore calmly cut him off, �Go then
and meet us in the kitchen when you are done.�

Severus
growled as he was directed to the kitchen by a rather shaken looking Molly Weasley. Muttering about his luck, or lack thereof, Severus
entered the kitchen with a dark look and paused as the room became dead silent
upon his entrance.

�There
had best be a good reason for calling me tonight! The Dark Lord has had me
brewing potions all day and I�m exhausted and irritated!� Severus snarled,
looking at Dumbledore.

�Perhaps
you should sit down Severus; I fear this news may be somewhat unexpected.�
Dumbledore replied smoothly.

Charlie
glanced at Dumbledore to Severus and to his mother who entered and sealed the
room with several Privacy charms before taking her seat. �I don�t suppose
you�ll finally tell us why some of you look like someone�s died or that
Voldemort�s just won?�

Poppy
Pomfrey glanced at Harry then to Dumbledore. �Ms.
Granger told me that Harry was missing but he seems to be in fine health so I
don�t see what has you all so upset.�

�Potter
left the house alone?� Severus drawled glaring at Harry who glared right back.

Dumbledore
drew a deep breath. �After combing Diagon and Leisure
Alley, we finally found Harry in a rather�unexpected place.�

Harry
shot Dumbledore a dark look. �I hardly think that we need to discuss this with
the entire Order, Dumbledore!�

�Then
you should have thought about what you were doing going to Rapture with a minor
and shagging each other�s brains out!� Sirius shouted.

The
room became dead silent before everyone immediately began to speak.

�What
was he doing?� Emmaline Vance exclaimed.

Fred
and George spoke simultaneously. �Harry and Snape�s
son?!�

�Rapture?
As in the brothel?� Bill asked looking dumbstruck.

All
the reactions however, were overshadowed when a furious red faced Severus Snape
jumped to his feet, banged both of his hands on the table and roared. �What the
Hell do you think the two of you are doing?! I will not stand for this sort of
illicit behavior between my son and a Potter!�

Calmly,
Harry glanced over at Severus. �I hardly think you are in any position to tell
either of us what we can and can�t do, Professor.�

Dumbledore
looked at Harry and Cyriacus. �Harry things are very clear on this matter and I
do not think it wise for you to continue this�relationship. It would not be
healthy for two Blood sworn brothers to be engaging in such acts.�

�You
know very little about Blood Magic then, Headmaster.� Cyriacus said speaking up
for the first time since he and Harry arrived in the kitchen.

Moody
looked at the two former Arcanum students suspiciously, �And what, pray tell,
don�t we know about Blood Magic?�

�There
are all sorts of different ways to use Blood and many different bonds,� Harry
explained. �When I said that Cy and I were Blood brothers you assumed naturally
that the form of bond we swore was the one sworn between platonic males. Cy and
I did not bother with attempting to clarify our relationship as it was a moot
point and as we wanted to avoid this confrontation. Suffice to say, Professor
Snape may protest and be as outraged as he likes and it will not cause either
of us to change our ways, what we have done is mostly irreversible.�

Dumbledore
looked thoughtful. �And the full term of this particular bond?�

�The
Old books call it a Shieldmate�s Oath; the new books
call it a Shieldbrother Oath. If you�re curious where
the bond itself originates from, I�m told it was named after the way the
Spartans fought or so I�ve been told.�

Severus
closed his eyes and took a deep breath. �And how long have you sworn your
Oath?�

Cy
looked his father in the eye. �It�s been just over a year. I wanted to swear it
earlier but Harry said to wait until after my fifteenth birthday.�

�Oh
Merlin,� Sirius muttered, looking ill.

Remus
rubbed his face. �And you chose this particular bond because?�

�I
don�t think any of you need to know our reasons, this is embarrassing enough
discussing it like this.� Harry calmly stood up, offering Cy his hand. �However
since you do, this makes things easier for us. Cy and I will be taking a short
trip away to Potter Manor from Sunday to Wednesday morning. As Cy has already
been presented to Voldemort, I think we can afford a bit of time away from
everyone. This letter should explain everything; I�ll see you all in a few
days.�

The
Order watched as the two walked out of the room. Sirius reached over and picked
up the envelope and opened it. Two sheets of paper lay inside, the first had �READ
ME FIRST�, scribbled on it. Taking it out, Sirius opened it and read it aloud.

Harry-

I wish I was writing you for the sake of speaking with
you but I�m afraid that�s not the case. Clarisse has had another vision and I�m
sorry to tell you that �as the leaves turn� has now become a more definite
�before the ninth moon�s new face�. It is our hope that you will receive this
letter as soon as possible, but as we had no access to Phoenix mail you should
receive this letter at the latest on the 22^nd of August.

This is a terrible secret to know, especially as you
have hidden the truth from all your friends and even Cyriacus. However as we
both know, the two of you swore a Shieldmate Oath and
if you want him to live past your death, you must carefully begin to unbind
your half. As you are a Master, I need not elaborate I�m sure but you will need
at least two full days to unbind your half without alerting Cyriacus to what
you are doing.

I hope that you finally finish the battle that began
before your birth and I assure you now, I will see to it that Cyriacus is seen
to. You have my support and that of your fellows, never doubt that.

Fight hard, love truly and die honorably,

Celestin Nigel Randolph

Headmaster of the Arcanum Institute of Magic

Sirius
dropped the first letter as he finished and stared at it, hoping the words were
wrong. Remus saw his shock and reached over and took out the second letter
which had �WHEN YOU COMPOSE YOURSELVES� written on it. Slowly unfolding it
Remus scanned through the contents.

�Well?�
Severus asked after a few minutes of silence, looking grave.

Remus
set the letter down. �In it he writes that arrangements for his burial have
been scheduled on the morning of September 3^rd and that he has
scheduled the reading for his will to be held on September 5^th. He
writes that his Law Wizard Alaric Brandt will see to all the necessary details
and that exactly three hours after his death his body will be under the
protection of a Vita Ustum
Curse. If any of us are present, we are to please ensure that no one tampers
with his body until his Law Wizard arrives.�

Dumbledore
closed his eyes. �And so it draws to an end, may the world remember his
sacrifice.�

The Grounds

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, UK

Sunday the 24^th of August
1997

6:25 PM

Cyriacus
was silent as he led the wave of bronze robed Death Eaters deep into the forest
on the Mansion grounds. Floating silver orbs of light lit the way as they
walked until they reached a large circular clearing which was around a hundred
or so feet in diameter. In the middle of the clearing was a large octagon made
of solid obsidian which spanned fifty five feet across and was three feet high.
On top of the octagon was a foot high circle with a diameter of forty five
feet. One foot high and wide steps had been carved into the octagon to make it
easier to climb up onto the level of the octagon and then up to the circle.

An
aerial view of the obsidian Summoning Circle would reveal five circles the
outside circle being the biggest and the inside circle being the smallest. Each
circle was exactly five feet away from the next and overlapping each of the
larger circles were smaller Protection Circles which had been carved directly
onto the obsidian stone. The fifth circle (counting outward) was unmarked as it
was barely a foot away from the edge of the raised obsidian circle; the forth
and the third circle had eight Protection Circles carved on them, the second
circle had four and the innermost circle was a Protection Circle in and of
itself. Also the innermost circle was two inches higher off the ground than the
rest of the circles.

Looking
from above, four right triangles with three Protection Circles in each, created
a cross within the four circles. The middle point of that cross being the
center Protection Circle and the longest part of the cross being the southern
point on the cross. Altogether the Summoning Circle fit exactly twenty one
people, not counting the center Protection Circle. Torches in the corners of
the octagon lit up the outermost edge of the octagon, eight torch stands lit up
the outermost two circles, three located on the shorter ends of the cross while
the remaining five were located on the between the edge of the raised circle
and the fifth carved circle itself.

Cyriacus
glanced back at the Death Eaters behind him. �Fan out around the octagon, two
squads on the northern, western and easternmost points and three groups on the
southernmost point. The rest of you, stand wherever you like just don�t get in
my way.�

Temporarily
ignoring the mass of Death Eaters as they moved into position, Cyriacus climbed
up the steps until he was standing just on the edge of the fifth circle where
he tipped over four bags of large rock salt crystals. A gesture with his hands
smoothed out the spilled salt into a perfect circle in between the actual fifth
circle and the raised edge of the slab of obsidian itself. Walking around the
circle, he checked to make sure it was as geometrically correct as possible
before carefully stepping over it and down to the obsidian slab cut in the
shape of the octagon. Cyriacus walked to the northern face of the octagon and
collected the leather satchel from Macnair before
walking to Lucius who was standing at the eastern point and collecting a large
velvet sack. Placing a hovering charm on both bags Cyriacus walked towards the
southern face, gesturing for the others to step back as he stepped down.

Taking
out a knife from the leather satchel floating next to him, Cyriacus turned his
left arm palm up and cut down in between his bracelet and his first Pre-Summon
Rune. He watched the blood drip for a moment before shaking his head and taking
out a gray vial of Numb Discharger. Sticking out his tongue he let two drops
hit his tongue before swallowing and waiting a few more minutes. The cut on his
arm had already sealed when he put the tip of the knife on his arm and cut
again. This time he nodded, satisfied with the current level of apathy. Tugging
the belt on his waist, Cyriacus slipped out of his robe and with a flick of his
fingers banished his robes to his room.

Voldemort
stared for a moment, surprised. �You are going to do this Summoning ritual
nude?�

Cyriacus
glanced over at Voldemort. �We all are, actually. I, however, am perfectly
comfortable with my lack of dress. The rest of you will have to adjust I
suppose.� Cyriacus turned away and glanced around at the others. �I know the
Dementor Lord briefed you after I left yesterday regarding what was expected of
you at this Summoning, have you any questions before we begin?�

Silence.

�Good
we will begin with the southernmost point, which would be?�

�Abraxan,
Necromancer Ruin.� The Squad Captain answered.

Cyriacus
nodded, �Disrobe and join me above. Do not, I repeat, do not disturb the circle
of salt or I will gut you.�

Another
five or so minutes was spent directing them into positions on the circles while
he carefully withdrew his tools. When he finished there were several daggers of
various lengths and several vials of Royal Incubi blood mixed with phoenix
tears and ground unicorn horn shavings, floating in the air around the center
Protection Circle. Once he was prepared he waved his hand and a cocooned figure
appeared in the center of the circle, a gesture of his hands and the cocoon
fell away revealing a slim blonde girl around his age.

Finally
ready to begin, Cyriacus faced moved into position south of the center
Protection Circle and began his incantation. �I Summon, a Revenant from the
Chaos Plane, by offering of a death energy sacrifice. I summon the Revenant Altaros, by the blood of the Illusionist, I summon!�

Wisps
of black mist streaked with what seemed to be lightning began to form a few
feet to his right. As the mist gathered it seemed to gain substance, forming
into a human-like shape which steadily became a man with fierce expression.

�You
have some nerve to Summon me here, mortal. We shall see how well learned you
are soon enough, what is my task?� Altaros demanded.

Cyriacus
didn�t bat an eye at the Revenant�s tone. �I will let the blood of the
sacrifice and you will bind each of them,� Cyriacus pointed to the Death Eaters
standing in their Protection Circles, �To that one there,� Cyriacus pointed
again to the Squad Captain. �The bond you are to form will allow him to act as
a Channel with me as an Anchor, can you do this?�

The
Revenant smiled, �At last, a challenge worth my time. Yes, Necromancer, I can
do as you require.�

�That
is good; I should have hated to waste my time.� Cyriacus commented as he
reached for a particularly sharp dagger. �Captain Abraxan, would the runes for
�fair horse� pass?�

The
Squad Captain blinked. �Whatever you desire would be more than suitable,
Necromancer Ruin.�

�Mmm,� Cyriacus hummed before waking his sacrifice with a
wandless charm and a full body bind to keep her still. Raising his knife he
circled around her, before settling on cutting a curved V along her breasts. As
her terrified blue eyes widened in pain, Cyriacus glanced at the positions of
his tattooed Runes before settling on carving the runes on the middle of her
left thigh. With each cut of the knife, a similar red mark appeared exactly on
their thigh in the same place on the Death Eaters and Cyriacus. When he
finished, Cyriacus released his dagger and reached for a paintbrush and a vial
of the mixed blood. Dipping the brush in Cyriacus coated the carved runes with
the specially prepared blood. Stepping back, he turned to face the Revenant who
nodded and began chanting. A brief flair of pain sizzled on his thigh as the
mark burned onto his skin and quickly faded becoming a form of a weak Soul
link.

Cyriacus
brushed his awareness against it and after confirming it was accurate turned to
face the Revenant. �Are you fond of any particular style of death?�

�Blood,
lots of blood.� Altaros answered, looking eager.

�Right.�
Cyriacus picked up the largest of his daggers and repeatedly sank it into her
soft, yielding flesh. Blood poured from the stab wounds, staining his hands and
trickling down her body. Watching as the light extinguished from her eyes,
Cyriacus waited until the last of her life faded and with it the Revenant
howled his freedom, as he was finally able to transition into the Mortal Realm.
After disposing of the body, Cyriacus called up the next group and began the
Summoning all over again.

After
the thirteen sacrifices had been slain, some more messily and slower than
others, Cyriacus called up and positioned each of the Squad Captains and began
another Summoning. Using a Lethifold carcass, a bucket of Nundu
blood and a squalling infant his Gatherers had retrieved as Offerings, Cyriacus
began the far more challenging Summoning. As a rule, attempting a level nine
Summoning was considered by some to be chancing suicide and what he was doing
was�well simply put, he could be classed as either a very cocky bastard or a
stark raving lunatic. Cyriacus preferred to believe the former.

��I
summon the Dark Wraith Nusayr, by the blood of the
Illusionist, I summon!�

For
a moment there was dead silence, it looked as if nothing had occurred and
perhaps Cyriacus had misjudged something and the Summoning failed entirely. He
wouldn�t be terribly surprised if it had, after all he had never attempted a
Multi-level Summoning before. Only the darkest of the Dark souls, supernatural
beings or primordial beings ever required a Multi-level Summoning and
unsurprisingly, they did not teach them at Arcanum.

�Hmm
that was unexpected�according to the books and Blaze I did everything correctly
so why didn�t he appear?� Cyriacus muttered to himself carefully looking over
his Offerings before leaving to inspect the circle of salt. Everyone had been
careful crossing the circle and without robes, no one could have possibly
disrupted the circle without being aware of it. Walking around the circle of
salt, Cyriacus noted that it was intact and mentally ran over the list of
requirements and actions. Every object and item necessary was perfectly in
place and not even tainted or tampered with so what was he missing? Something
clearly though, had gone horribly wrong.

�Oh
shit,� Cyriacus exclaimed sharply, thinking back to what he knew about a failed
Dark Wraith Summoning, Cyriacus paled. �Oh fuck.�

�What?�
Voldemort questioned.

Cyriacus
carefully raised his hands and moved into a defensive position. �Something�s
wrong, the Wraith was Summoned but where exactly he is, is another question.
He�s bound to the Summoning Circle until my death but as we can�t see him, this
doesn�t bode well for us.�

�Are
we safe?� Peter Pettigrew squeaked.

�No
one�s safe, relatively speaking, Dark Wraiths are primordial beings and their
motives are, well anyone�s guess. He�s got a perfect working body up until my
death and even then that may not stop him.� Cyriacus answered carefully
reaching out with his Necromancer senses. �For now those of you outside the
Summoning Circle are as safe as those within the Protection Circles. How long
that will last is debatable.�

Lucius
Malfoy looked nervous. �Is there any way to correct the error?�

�It�s
possible to negotiate terms but as the Wraith is not visible, that means that
he�s not open to it.� Cyriacus commented, heart racing. �In ten minutes I�ll be
able to banish him, it�s surviving the ten minutes that worries me.�

Before
anyone else could speak a cold, voice without inflections spoke. �It should
worry you Necromancer, no one�s lived to boast of Summoning the Dark Wraith Nusayr�and no one will.�

Cyriacus
whirled around and had to fight down his fear. Standing not five feet away from
him was an unearthly beautiful figure; he had hair the color of blood spilled
on a moonless night, skin the color of ivory and bright piercing gold eyes. His
body would have made every Classical sculptor weep with envy and beg him to be
their model, the Wraith had an athletic muscled build, which combined with his
striking looks would have had men and women fighting over him. While Cyriacus
appreciated the Wraith�s looks, he was far too consumed with what he knew about
primordial beings. The more they resembled humans and the more symmetrically
accurate they were was an easy way to guess at how powerful they are.

He
was many things certainly: Hero or Traitor, Necromancer or Blood Mage or Mind
Mage, friend or enemy and to one he was a lover. Seventeen years of life he�d
seen, from each and every angle imaginable and now he was faced with one thing
and he�d never been more certain of it before in all his life.

Cyriacus
Alcaeus Snape, formerly one Harry James Potter, was looking Death in the
eyes�and he didn�t stand a bloody chance!

�Um
father?� Cyriacus called out taking a deep breath.

Severus
looked away from the Wraith. �What?�

�When
I die, tell Alaric to give you the second
version of my will and Voldemort, best of luck conquering the world.� Cyriacus
said solemnly before releasing his breath and launching his first attack.

Whew!
All done and yes, you have permission to rant about how I ended this. However
it was long enough (21 full pages) so you�ll just have to wait until the next
chapter to see what�ll happen. This is taking so much longer than I thought it
would and I apologize if I�m building this up so slowly but I want to make sure
I cover everything.

Harry and Cy�s
interlude at Rapture: It�s not all it
appears so please do not rant about how strange it might seem at the moment. I
would have gone into more detail but this was getting so tremendously long that
I wanted to get it finished so I could move towards the Summit and eventually
Hogwarts.

Please
review if only to yell at me for making you wait and then ending this chapter
with a cliffhanger. Thank you for all the reviews! I really, really love
reading them and they really do
encourage me to work faster!

NEXT CHAPTER: Cy vs. Nusayr, Voldemort
and Cy talk about Harry�s mad scheme and a Grim and a Werewolf, a peek at the
Order/Ministry/Defense League�s final preparations for the Summit, a look at
another set of Cy�s beasties, a few flashbacks of
events I couldn�t fit in earlier (mainly the Harry/Cy scene earlier and the
trip to Ollivanders) and finally (hopefully) the beginning
of the Summit! It will be 2 possibly 3 parts depending on how much I can fit in
next chapter. Things should speed up after the Summit though.

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