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Weapon (Possession Chapter LXIV)

Chapter XIII - Revenge, Explanations and Morale

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Breakfast was abnormally quiet. The presence of the OWL examiners
sitting at the high table, squished in between the teachers, meant that many
students seemed to have foregone their meal completely, and those that were
there were effected by the serious air exuded by the
fifth years. The seventh years weren't much better, although their NEWTs would be on in a week or so. There was only a quiet
buzz accompanied by the rustle of parchment as it was turned with feverous
haste during the last second cram session.
You could feel the nervous tension in the air. Harry grinned, helping
himself to eggs and bacon as Ron and Hermione barely pecked at their toast.
Ginny was at the table as well and he nodded at her, suppressing a surge of
pleasure as she nodded back before looking down, blushing. She was acting
perfectly, and she didn't even know it.
There was a high pitched squeal as two birds flew in through one of the open
shutters near the roof. They were eagle hawkes, black
sleek and large, each carrying a square box that seemed as large as them. Both
packages were wrapped in black and tied with a ribbon. There was a small folded
parchment attached to each.
They circled for a few moments, as most of the students turned their
attention upwards, searching for their targets before they swooped in a blaze
of feathers and flapping wings, touching down smoothly and landing on top of
their packages in front of Millicent and Blaise. Both
students looked confused as they were regarded by black hawk eyes and wicked hunting beaks, but both were from magical families
and had been around birds since birth. They automatically reached out to undo
the ties from the bird's legs, pulling their hands back quickly as both birds
rose into the air, sharp pinions extended beneath themselves, as they flapped
their wings powerfully, circling again to gain speed before they angled
themselves towards the shutter and disappeared.
Millicent cried out happily as she read the note before she laughed and
began to undo the wrapping.
::Those notes are from their parents,:: the shadows
whispered to Harry before he could ask. ::We didn't
want anyone interfering.::
Harry nodded slightly, keeping the shade of himself that contained Fawkes' essence locked within the duality he had created.
His godfather had shown him how to hide his true self there, but you could
reverse it and hide the shade, keeping it trapped within an illusion. It wasn't
perfect, and he couldn't do it for long periods of time since Fawkes would eventually notice it, but for those events
that he wanted to see and feel first hand, the prison of self was perfectly
adequate.
The laugh turned into a scream, echoed by Blaise's
cry of revulsion as the boxes corners flipped up and out to reveal their
contents. Other curious Slytherin students peaked
into the boxes and the scream was soon a chorus as they pulled back, several
loosing their breakfast to give the hall a bitter smell.
The commotion quickly spread outwards but both Blaise
and Millicent were frozen, their eyes wide as they continued to stare into the
boxes. Of course, such commotion attracted attention, and Dumbledore, Snape and Minerva were soon pushing their way through the
students to discover what was wrong.
Snape at least acted quickly when he saw what was
wrong, flicking the boxes closed and shaking both students out of the trance
that had held them, but then he had known exactly who the bloody heads, with
expressions frozen in terror had belonged to. He looked up and for an instant black eyes met emerald and Harry gave a small
regal nod to indicate that he knew before he reversed his mind set, letting his
innocent shade out to attest to his innocence. Let Severus
wonder.
"I think we will need some pep'up
potion" Dumbledore was saying.
"With all due respect, Headmaster, I think we'll need something stronger
than that," Snape objected.
"Certainly," Albus said, his eyes both
sympathetic and hard. "But not just yet. We need
to know what happened. For the moment though," he raised his voice,
addressing the Hall, "I believe those students who have classes should
attend them, while those who have study time should go to the Library or their
Common Rooms as it pleases them. And the fifth years should gather in the
antechamber while the Hall is set up for their OWL."
"Surely not!" Minerva objected.
"I'm afraid so, my dear," Dumbledore said evenly. "It's for
the best. Both Miss Bulstrode and Mr Zabini though will be excused to take this OWL at a later
date. The others though..." he looked around, deliberately smiling in a
grandfatherly manner, "Chop, chop! You can't hang around here all
day!"
There was a reluctant grumble as the students were herded from the Hall. Out
of morbid curiosity most had wanted to see what had caused the commotion
although there was whispering within the students and the news spread like
wildfire.
Harry got up with the others and looked at both Ron and Hermione. They were
both pale, not understanding the true story behind this,
they did not know how it could not be them and were no doubt thinking about how
they could be attacked through him. If the Dark Lord was striking his allies,
how much more brutal would he be to his enemies, and everyone knew Harry was
his number one enemy and if he couldn't get to Harry, the Serpent Lord would
not doubt settle for them. ::Make sure they are calm
for their OWLs, will you?:: Harry instructed.
::Do it yourself.::
::I can't. Any charm I cast on them will be removed
as they walk into the room by the anti-cheating charms.::
::All right.:: the shadows grumbled.
::You said I will need followers, so I still need
them.::
::We know, we know, we aren't upset with you
Master. We were just hoping that Dumbledore would make those two sit through
their OWL's.::
::No such luck,:: Harry lamented with them, casting
one eye back to where Snape was rather awkwardly
trying to comfort Blaise. It was almost hysterical.
He turned back towards Ron and Hermione. "Hey, guys, relax! You'll do
fine," he said with a smile.
"Thanks Harry," Hermione said, and he could see that she was
struggling not to speak further as she tried to concentrate on matters at hand.
"Hey, mate..." Ron said softly, uncertainly. He was trying to pay
attention but it was obvious that he was thinking about what had just happened.
They didn't know exactly what had been in the boxes, although rumors were already rife, but they knew enough to know that
somehow the Dark Lord had been involved and that now both Slytherins
were orphens.
"It will be okay, Ron," Harry said reassuringly. "You'll see.
Your parents are careful, he won't get them."
Ron nodded, his eyes still worried.
"Just concentrate on today," Harry murmured to him. "It will
be okay, I promise."
"Thanks," Ron smiled wanly.
"Hey! I know about these things!" Harry laughed, although it was a
little forced in an effort to make everything seem okay and he placed his hand
comfortingly on both their shoulders as he turned to leave. "Good
luck!" He said as he walked out, heading towards the common room as the
shadows slipped around his friends, warm and comforting.
---
'Touch what is precious to me, and I will take what is precious to you.
Your days are numbered.'
That's what both notes within the parcels had said when addressed to the two
children. Albus looked down at the new parchments. The two notes that had accompanied
the grisly remains had morphed themselves into letters for him once he had
touched them, much like Harry's had. Like that letter this one was written in
tiny spidery script but unlike it this one seemed happy, the brooding anger was
absent.
It was the happiness that bothered him the most even though he knew the Dark
Lord had reason for it at the moment.
Dumbledore,
You are good at reading other people's mail, aren't you? So be it. As I'm
sure you have surmised, these are the two who dared to
touch what is mine. I know you know what happened, I also know he has not
revealed that information to you for fear I would attack them. He is far too
protective of others for his own good. I did not take this information from him
either, he kept that hidden within himself, which was
most frustrating.
These two were involved with Lucius' Rebellion.
Malfoy Senior is still alive, in case you are
worried. He probably will be alive for quite some time yet. How much he
appreciates that life though is another question that has little bearing on
this.
In an attempt to buy their lives they revealed their brats' actions to
me, thinking it would please me. A mistake, I assure you, I gave them plenty of
time to reflect upon. I'm sure their brats are only beginning to see the
magnitude of their actions. They will understand fully before I'm through with
them.
Do your job Old Man, and keep what is mine safe by training him to use
the knowledge I have given him. If you train him well enough, I might find it
within myself to finish you quickly. I doubt it though, since you have caused
me far to much pain for me show you that much mercy.
Hmm, I wonder if my treasure is loyal enough to beg me to show you mercy? I think I would enjoy that.
You will see the other Death Eaters who betrayed me from time to time.
I'm finding that they have all sorts of uses and it is so much easier to
recruit allies when you have a ready supply of sacrifices to give to them.
I wish you luck with the Ministry, Old Man. You are going to need it and
I will find it much more pleasurable if there is some challenge in the battle.
You and I both know how close it was, and while such ease is pleasurable; I
always did like a challenge more.
Don't let that distract you, Old Man. You have one task before you die
and one task only. Keep what is mine safe. I wish to partake of his sweetness
again and will enjoy his cries when he knows this time, that there is truly no
hope.
LV
Oh yes, Tom was unaccountably happy, although Dumbledore was almost certain
that nothing serious had occurred. Both Miss Bulstrode
and Mr Zabini were in the infirmary, being attended
to by Poppy and he had placed charms on them to alert him should they try to
run. From the sounds of things, they weren't as innocent as they appeared although
he couldn't really take a Dark Lord's letter as proof. Maybe now though, Harry
would feel comfortable talking about it... If last night was
any indication... He might be ready.
If those two had truly raped Harry, then they were unquestionably the one's
responsible for the death of Mundungus and indirectly
for the Minister. For if they had not hurt Harry, then
the Dark Lord would have felt no need to come to see him. He couldn't hold them
responsible for those deaths though they might have raped Harry, which had brought Tom to Hogwarts, but it had been the Dark
Lord's choice to kill, but he could see to it that they were charged with the
sexual abuse and attack of a fellow student and that they were expelled from
Hogwarts.
After that, he was honest enough to admit that he didn't really care what
happened to them. No doubt Tom would send some loyal Death Eaters after them
but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care. Those two were responsible for
the near destruction of the only weapon they had to fight the Dark Lord. They
did not deserve the mercy of the Light.
Maybe he could...
No.
If he stepped over that line then there would be no difference between him
and Tom. He may not feel the need to protect them, but he was not going to give
them up on a platter to the Dark Lord, no matter how much that might forward Severus' position.
He sighed. He really did need to speak with the Slytherin
House Head.
Later, Albus decided. Later.
For now, he would attend with the situations as they arose. There was
nothing more he could do.
---
Harry settled himself into the alcove. It was on a corridor that was out of
the way. The arching windows up high let in air and light giving the whole
corridor a light feel. It was wonderfully airy, warm but still cool in summer.
It felt like it was outside, even though it was protected from the elements.
Not many students ever came here. Draco did though, when he wanted to be alone.
He figured that the Slytherin would want to be
alone, at least for a little while after his OWL, especially with what had
happened this morning. Of course, Harry wasn't going to let him be alone. They
had issues which they needed to discuss.
He smiled as he heard footsteps and heard the blond muttering softly to himself. It was amusing. "Stupid Potter, stupid
Dumbledore! What are they planning... Stupid OWLs, damn stupid girl squealing! I swear I can still hear
it... But what is Father doing?"
"He's dying," Harry said as he stepped forward, into Draco's pacing line.
The blond pulled up sharply, his eyes wide.
"Of course, he's doing a bad job of it," Harry continued.
"And it will probably take him all year to die but your father is in no
position to do anything at the moment."
"You're lying!" Draco hissed.
"Am I?" Emerald eyes narrowed. "Your precious family Noitaniur Charm didn't even scratch the Dark Lord. I
was there, you know."
"You are dead! You aren't Harry! You don't even look like him!"
Draco objected, still hissing in an effort to keep his voice down.
"Ah," Harry smiled. "Silencias,"
he cast the charm. "Is that better?" He asked. "Now we can talk
privately."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Really? Well, I have plenty of things to say
to you."
"Why should I listen to someone who's just a pawn in Dumbledore's
game?"
"I never thought you were this stupid Draco!"
"I killed you!"
"I know."
Draco froze, grey eyes opened wide.
"You killed me, Draco, never doubt that
because it is true. I jumped in front of the curse to save my Godfather. But,"
Harry said the word forcefully, "the Dark Lord used the same curse on me
when I was a child and it didn't work. What arrogance do you possess that you
would think yours would be more effective?"
He paused but there was no answer forthcoming from the blond. "I did
not die, Draco and the reason no one is after you for attempted murder is that
I spent a lot of energy casting obliviate charms. I
find it amusing to think that you thought an illusion of yourself sitting in
your common room would hold up against a body, if you truly had killed me. I
thought you planned better than that."
"Why?" Draco ground the word out, swallowing as he glared at the
black haired boy. He made no move towards his wand as emerald eyes had never
left him and he could see the tip of Harry's protruding slightly past his hand.
"Because being dead would be too difficult, but being kidnapped suited
me. You are one of the few who truly remembers what happened and you are the
only one with access to some other information I'm sure your Father told you.
Think about it. Read between the lines as it were."
Harry watched as Draco's face contorted with
thought. He could see the wheels turning behind those grey eyes as the boy
tried to pull all the information he possessed into a whole understanding. He
saw the exact moment the truth dawned upon the blond and snorted as the
expression changed from thought to nothing as shock coursed through his system.
"That's..." Draco whispered brokenly. "That's not
possible."
"Your Father said the exact same thing."
"So why are you here?"
"Because this is the quickest way to win."
"I won't... I won't help you."
"I don't want you to."
"So why are you telling me this?"
"You are the last of your Father's rebellion, Draco. Those followers
you have will be going back to empty houses over the summer. Some few may yet
be able to join the Dark Lord but by their parents actions I doubt it. Blaise and
Millicent a prime examples."
"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asked again.
"Every battle needs someone who knew the truth."
"No," grey eyes became hard. "I will not play your
game."
"Game?"
"I will not run to Dumbledore."
Harry laughed, trusting the shadows to tell him if Draco moved. "Oh god! That's funny!" He finally choked out,
breathing hard. With a practiced move he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the
tattoo of the phoenix. "I am a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Draco. Dumbledore will not believe
you."
Draco gasped, the air whistling through his teeth as he saw the almost
living tattoo. "Why are you telling me?" He asked,
his voice soft with anticipation. He knew, somehow that he didn't really want
to know the answer.
"Because," Harry said evenly, as he re-buttoned his shirt, drawing
his robes around himself securely. "As pathetic as your attempts may be, I
do expect you to fight. Unless of course you'd like to give
up now and let me attend to it?"
Draco took a step back, shaking his head.
"You chose to enter this battle without knowing the truth Draco, now
you must face the consequences. You are nothing more than a worm, wriggling on
a hook but don't disappoint me, Draco," Harry smiled as he withdrew the
silencing charm, looking over at the still shell-shocked blond.
"Have a nice summer," he added as he began to walk down the
corridor.
"Potter!" Draco whispered but Harry
heard.
"Hm?"
"This is not over yet," the grey eyed boy snarled. "This is not
over yet."
"I would be disappointed if it was," Harry returned evenly. "Oh... one last thing Draco."
"What?"
"Solmemorate!"
He grinned as he cast the charm. "I don't mind that you remember what
you've learned, but I really don't want you spreading it around. It would get
too messy, you understand, and it really would be too easy for you!"
---
Voldemort looked at the map. It showed a small Ministry building, one that
was placed in the centre of Muggle buildings. In the
greater scheme of things, it was worth nothing. It had no tactical
importance, could not be used as a breach head and contained no documents or
people of any import. Well, not to the Ministry... although they didn't know it
yet.
But he was going to attack it. And he was going to level it completely.
Because doing so would give his forces confidence and doing so would show
that he was still a force to be reckoned with.
It would also allow him to gauge the speed and strength of the Ministry's
response to attacks, now that they had supposedly improved security. And it
would allow him to illustrate the potential for a new world order via the
reporter from that insipid paper.
Two red masked Death Eaters apparated into the
room, the unconscious form of the afore mentioned
reporter slung between them.
"Good timing," Voldemort purred. "Put him in the chair and
then go."
They nodded, dragging Mr Bryant to the overstuffed arm chair in the corner
and then with bows towards their Lord they apparated
again, leaving the two of them alone.
The Dark Lord looked around once more, making sure everything was perfect
before he smiled, taking his own seat, flicking an Enverneate
charm towards Elliot.
It was time for Mr Bryant to start earning his keep.
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Solmemorate - a charm that allows Draco to
remember everything but he can't tell anyone what he knows.
Noitaniur - Malfoy family Charm. Highly
destructive, used against Harry and Voldemort in Chapter 44 - Lesser Serpents
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