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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: Forgive my faux Bulgarian accent.
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My Obeisance
Chapter 13 : Dark Marks – December 1, 1994
Night of the First Task
“Albus Dumbledore, I haff to speak viff you on an important matter.”
“Of course, Ivanoff. Please come in.”
“Thank you.” Ivanoff waited until the floo was clear before he stepped through and into the Hogwarts’ Headmaster’s office. He took a moment to glance around, noting all the curious portraits and the abundance of silver instruments littered all around the room. “You haff a very nice office.”
Albus nodded graciously. “Why thank you. Have a seat…Would you like a night cap?”
Ivonoff accepted the offer of a seat, but declined the alcohol, even though at the moment he felt like he may need some.
Of course, Albus pick up on this instantly. “You look troubled, Ivonoff,” he began. “I would think the celebrations on the Durmstrang boat would keep you up all night. I know the Gryffindors will be partying hard.” He gave a light chuckle.
“Yes, yes,” Ivonoff replied distractedly before taking on a more serious look. “Tell me, you haffen’t heard ov Dark activities, haff you? Besides ze Vorld Cup, ov course.”
“I see,” Albus said, completely dropping his earlier jovial manner. “I sense a building power, but nothing concrete as of yet.”
Ivanoff gave a frustrated huff and rubbed his left forearm. “Not even fom Snape?”
Albus frowned. “No, not even from Severus. Why do you ask?”
Ivanoff debated against himself, before finally giving in. After all, Albus Dumbledore was the only man who could help him. “Very vell. I vill show you.” With that, he raised his left arm and lifted his sleeve to bare the Mark. “As you can see, it has been getting darker and darker, and dis troubles me greatly.”
Albus leaned forward to better examine the Mark. It wasn’t completely black yet, which was a good sign, but then again it was rather greyish and raised. The surrounding skin was also red and irritated. Albus lifted up his wand. “May I?” he asked.
Ivanoff waved his hand. “Go ahead.”
Albus cast a couple advanced diagnostic charms. It shouldn’t have hurt, but the contact of his Light magic against the Darkness of the Mark made the snake tattoo writhe, and Ivanoff had to bite off a hiss of pain. “When did it begin to change?” Albus asked, leaning back in his chair with a renewed troubled look.
“Middle of Summer,” Ivanoff answered. “Has Snape told you vat happened at the Vorld Cup?”
Again Albus shook his head. “He transported a student away just as the attack began, and so missed most of the riot. He only came back to help with the recovery efforts.”
Ivonoff twirled his beard thoughtfully. “I vas there for Victor, ov course. About twenty minutes into ze riot, I felt ze most ‘orrible pain…vorse dan ze Cruciatus stab into my Mark and deep into my heart. I thought I vas going to die!”
“And that was the reason why the Death Eaters retreated all of the sudden?” Albus asked.
“I believe so, yes,” Ivanoff nodded. “Perhaps your Snape did not feel ze pain because he vas not there.”
“Well, let us ask him just to make sure,” Albus said, rising from his seat and headed for the floo.
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The Hogwarts’ house-elves certainly went all out for the Gryffindors tonight. Soon after Harry won the Task, he was instantly swallowed up by his House-mates, all trying to congratulate him at the same time. The Twins even hefted him up onto their shoulders and marched him right into Hogwarts and back into their Tower. Since this effectively got him away from Rita Skeeter, who he noticed was laying in wait for him, he was all for it.
When they got into the Tower, they were all pleasantly surprised at the buffet-style set up in their common room. Only instead of regular food, there was an assortment of cakes and candies and butter-beer, something that students are not normally allowed to have while in school. The radio was blaring the Banshees, the fire sconces were charmed to alternate between various colors of fire, and someone pushed all the chairs against the wall.
The Gryffindors were definitely partying tonight!
Harry was, of course, pushed onto the dance floor and it seemed for a moment every boy and girl in the dorm was trying to dance right up close to him. He had a lot of fun with the kids around his own age. And for once, he wasn’t thinking about training, or the tournament, or even Marvolo. He was a kid, doing normal things that kids his age did.
But then it got a little claustrophobic when the older ones began grinding themselves up against him (someone had snuck in some pumpkin margarita), so he begged off and managed to escape to the buffet table where Krum’s Task was being re-enacted, again. Having been stuck in the tent at the time, Harry didn’t know what the other Champions did, so he watched avidly.
Someone took this opportunity to touch his arm. Harry turned around, and upon spotting who was trying to get his attention, his smile instantly dropped. “Weasley,” he said coolly, noting how there was still some webbing stuck in his ginger hair (one washing was enough). “I’m glad you weren’t too injured.” Behind the red head was an anxious looking Hermione, to which Harry gave only a slightly warmer smile.
“Umm..yeah,” Ron muttered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I guess I’ve been sort of a prat about all this, huh?”
Harry gave him a look that screamed, ‘Duh!’ before trying to step around him. He wasn’t going to Ron spoil this night for him, not when it was going so well.
“Wait, Harry!” Hermione said quickly. “Please. Just give him a chance. And I need to apologize for getting obsessed over the house-elves instead of supporting you too.”
Yes, there was that. Harry was not as mad at Hermione, but it still stung that she tried to use him to promote her own agenda. Harry crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “So how many times are we going to do this, huh?” he asked, one eyebrow raised in a decidedly Snape-ish manner.
Hermione and Ron traded confused looks. “Do what, Harry?” she asked.
Harry waved his arm around vaguely. “You know, this. How you betray me and then come back and apologize, and then betray me again.”
Hermione frowned. “We’ve never betrayed you before!” she protested.
“I didn’t realize your memory was so short, Hermione,” Harry returned, looking at Ron. “What about 2^nd year when the whole school found out I was a parselmouth? You guys looked at me like I was going to turn into a baby eating monster. Or, how about when you went to Lupin about the stuff I told you in secret? Or when you guys didn’t even bother to invite me to the World Cup? Or, maybe on the train when you blamed me for something stupid Malfoy said about your family?”
“Oh come on, mate,” Ron cried out. “Are you keeping some kind of tally or something?”
Harry nodded. “I shouldn’t have to, not with my best friends. But when they constantly stab me in the back or leave me hanging, then yeah. I think I ought to.”
“What can we do to make this up, please,” Hermione begged. “We’ve completed our punishments. We’ll do anything else.”
Harry nodded slowly. “Okay. I think you, Hermione, might have chance, if you can show me that you’ve learned anything about friendship. It will take time for you to earn it back, if you ever do.”
Hermione drooped, but managed a weak smile. At least it was something.
“What about me!” Ron protested.
Harry glared. “You, I don’t think so. Right up until Hagrid told us what we were facing, you were still strutting around like a pompous idiot. I don’t know how many times you’ve attacked me or turned on me just because of your jealousy.” In fact, it was Harry’s belief that Ron’s severe bigotry and prejudice was the driving force behind Hermione’s behavior. After all, like him, she came into this world knowing nothing until Ron opened his big mouth. “I’m tired of having to censure myself around you. For the first time in my life things are going good…no great, and I’d like to share it with my friends, but I’m always damn afraid that you’ll accuse me of being a Slytherin or going Dark or something equally stupid. Well, I don’t need a friend like that, Weasley.”
“So that’s it?” Ron argued, getting pissed off too. “After 3 years of…of everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to end it?”
Harry stared long and hard at Ron. “You have a lot of issues to work out. You’re bitter, mean hearted, petty and immature. Things are happening, big and dangerous things, and you better grow up quick. There’s more to this world than House rivalries and Quidditch.”
“Harry!” Hermione scolded. “Don’t you think that’s a little harsh?”
Harry turned to her, and was pleased that she shrunk back a bit. “And you’ve got to learn there’s a lot more in life than books and rules and teachers. Hell, the headmaster of our school condones child abuse and lets werewolves attack his students. You need to open your eyes too. Not everything Light is good and not everything Dark is evil.”
Hermione’s eyes began tearing up and her bottom lip wobbled. “What are you talking about Harry?”
Harry huffed in frustration. “Talk to me when you’ve looked it up!” he growled before shoving his way through the crowd of dancers. Suddenly he couldn’t handle all the flashing lights and the noise anymore. Everyone just seemed so…so juvenile! He gave a sigh of relief when the Fat Lady’s portrait closed behind him, effectively muffling the chaos. Then, because he didn’t want to be found, he enlarged his backpack, removed his cloak, and made his way down to the dungeons, invisible.
Harry knew several of the teachers had gone to Hogsmeade to celebrate and among them were Sirius, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Flickwick. But Severus wasn’t a man for much celebrating. Harry found him and Marvolo inside Severus’ personal quarters, both looking like they were in the middle of a chess game.
“Is it weird of me for wanting to spend time with you guys instead of my so-called friends?” Harry asked as he pulled off his invisibility cloak.
“Not at all,” Marvolo instantly answered and patted the couch. “Come, Little One. What has gotten you all worked up?”
Harry sighed blissfully when he felt Marvolo’s familiar arms come around him. “Ron and Hermione tried to apologize to me…again,” he answered. “It’s like this horrible cycle they’re stuck in. Year after year, Ron finds something about me to complain about, then suddenly realizes he’s been acting like an idiot all along and crawls back all regretful and apologizes. And, being the idiotic Gryffindor that I am, I accept his apology only for it to happen all over again. Well, no more! I’m through with being the one Ron dumps all his baggage on.”
Severus opened his mouth to say something, but Harry didn’t give him a chance.
“And Hermione! She’d be okay, if she’d ever learn to think for herself,” Harry ranted. “I mean if a book told her the sky was pink, she’d believe it. And Merlin knows why she’s still hanging around with Ron…It’s like she thinks his behavior is typical of wizarding society and follows his example just to fit in.”
Severus made another attempt, but Harry cut him off again, completely oblivious of how annoyed the other man was.
“Ugh! I don’t want to talk about them anymore.” Abruptly, Harry turned around in Marvolo’s arms. “So, what have you guys been doing?”
Severus waited for a moment just to make sure the boy really was finished. “If you had paused long enough to take a breathe…” Severus began, but then the floo suddenly came to life. “Salazar! Now what!” Exasperated, he glared at the interruption, looking like he was ready to just shut the floo down.
“Are you expecting anyone this late?” Marvolo asked.
“Other than the Brat here, no, My Lord,” Severus answered.
Then the headmaster’s most unwelcomed voice called out. “Severus, are you there?”
They all grew tense and quiet. Luckily, the sitting room was not in view of the floo.
“It’s bloody 11 o’clock at night,” Severus shouted back, making sure he sounded irritated enough, which wasn’t hard. He quickly transfigured his robes into his nightwear, which in Harry’s opinion didn’t look much different. The man seemed to only favor black.
“Ah, there you are. My apologies, Severus,” Albus’ head in the fireplace said. “But I have rather critical business to discuss with you. May we step through?”
“We?” Severus asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“Ivanoff and myself,” Albus elaborated. “This won’t take but a few moments of your time, I assure you.”
Having no choice, Severus replied in a very beleaguered tone, “very well. If you must.”
Hearing this, Harry quickly donned his invisibility cloak again, and Marvolo rushed quickly to Severus’ side. “I believe I know what this is about,” Marvolo said.
Before Severus could ask what, the apparition suddenly became an amorphous cloud and sunk into his left forearm. He resisted the urge to rub the odd tingling sensations over the Mark, knowing his Lord had done something to it, but not knowing what.
By then Albus and Ivanoff had stepped through.
“So what do I owe the honor of this very late visit?” Severus grumped, but managed to keep his manners and gestured for them to sit.
“Ivanoff, here, just came to me with a very disturbing observation,” Albus began. “And we would just like to compare your experiences with his.”
Severus sneered at the other man. He never thought much of Ivanoff, and wasn’t shy about showing it. “Can we just get to the point?”
“Haff you noticed your Dark Mark changing?” Ivanoff spat out.
“Changing?” Severus repeated as if he didn’t understand. Adrenalin shot through him uncomfortably. Of course he had noticed his Mark getting darker and darker as the Dark Lord grew stronger. He hadn’t thought any of his fellow Death Eaters would actually go to Dumbledore though, so he never reported the change. It was an assumption that he was now paying for.
“Will you do us the favor of showing it to us?” Albus asked, deceptively calm
Severus silently prayed that his Lord knew what he was doing and pulled his sleeve up. To all of their surprise, including Severus himself, his Dark Mark looked as colorless and dormant as it did years ago.
“H…How can this be?” Ivanoff asked, his voice mixed with awe and envy. “Vy is your mark not darkened?” He lifted his own sleeve up to show the dark greyish tinge on his forearm.
Of course, Severus had no real answer, but he wasn’t a Slytherin and a spy for nothing. “Perhaps the Dark Lord simply knows how close I am to Albus and refrained from affecting my Mark for fear of prematurely alerting him?” he suggested smoothly.
Albus nodded thoughtfully. “I suppose that is a possibility,” he said. “By any chance, Severus, did you feel anything the night of the World Cup Riot? More specifically about 20 minutes into the Riot?”
Severus pretended to think, but shook his head. “No, as I’ve told you, I was within the wards of Prince Hall during the majority of the attack. But Lucius had mentioned some kind of blinding pain that shot through his mark. For him to mention it to me at all tells me it must have been excruciating.”
“Very well,” Albus said. “If anything changes with your mark, be sure to notify me immediately.”
Severus heard the underlying threat and nodded. “Of course. But as you can see, my Mark seems to be affected differently from the others.” He watched the two headmasters leave and locked down his floo just for good measure.
Once they were gone, Severus felt the same tickling sensation as smoke trickled out of his Mark, leaving it as grey as Ivanoff’s again. The wisps of smoke drifted across the room to sink into the diary.
Harry pulled off his cloak. “Are you okay?” he asked anxiously. That had been too close for comfort. Harry was surprised no one in the room heard his heart pounding.
Severus nodded, also letting his nerves settle. “Yes. Why did he return to the diary? Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, he just needs to rest after using his own magic,” Harry explained and opened the diary. There was a self inking quill nearby, which Harry used. “Are you okay?” he wrote.
“Of course,” the diary replied. “You know I merely need to recover.”
Severus took the quill out of Harry’s hand. “Thank you, My Lord. Rest well.”
Harry looked up to his teacher and grinned. “Marvolo’s growing on you, isn’t he?”
Severus grimaced. “I suppose his presence is not entirely unbearable,” he admitted. “At the very least, it gives me hope that when the souls are all merged together, the Dark Lord will be reasonably sane again.”

A/N: Next up, Harry has his revenge on the Dursleys, and more Voldemort!!! From this point on, things will be getting darker and more graphic.
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