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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109821 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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06/09/2012

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The Forever Game

Courting and Consolidation

       Harry nodded. It would be a difficult year for him studying and keeping up with his beloved but he’d managed for a few months, he could manage for longer especially as his Dark Lord wanted him to study. At least his parents would understand. They would already know about the change in government so would hopefully realise that he had been rather central in the Minister’s private celebrations and so wouldn’t be annoyed when he told them he hasn’t been able to finish his homework.

       They didn’t always like it but they knew exactly whose bed their eldest son slept in. They had had a few years to come to terms with the thought but Harry knew, and they had made it clear to him that he would always be their son and they would always want what was best for him. They knew Voldemort was the best mate for him but the past made them nervous and they had tried to explain it to him once. Knowing that the best mate for him was a man who wold not be afraid to kill thousands because he already had was nothing they had ever envisaged for him. Harry loved the fact that his parents were also strong enough to admit that a lot of what they had envisaged was tainted by the compulsions of another but there was one thing they did know because they had both felt it, the new Minister of Magic did love him and would always love him. And if he was with a loving partner, that was all they could really ask for.

       At that moment in time, the man the wizarding community would not name was sitting in the Minister’s chair in the Wizengamot’s chambers and they were finally seeing who they had elected. Those of the Wizengamot who were already known to support him were gloating, though there were a few obviously pleased wizards who Voldemort had no idea had leanings towards his teachings. Dumbledore was in a rage but would not risk a confrontation here and the Dark Lord imagined his rage would only grow as the morning continued. There would be quite a few changes the old wizard would not approve of but could do nothing to stop. The Lord James Potter, the leader of the single largest block in the Wizengamot looked properly horrified, as if he realised only now who some of his supporters had voted for.

       Lord Voldemort was actually impressed with the show the Lord Potter was putting on. He knew exactly where Harry’s father’s loyalty lay but the man was a far more skilled actor than anyone gave him credit for and when it came to the protection of his family, he was as his Gryffindor heritage indicated, absolutely fearless.

       Red eyes met the Lord Potter’s blue and while there was no hint of recognition, in that moment the Dark Lord remembered his first true meeting with the man.

       With Harry as a passenger in side along apparition the wards of the Potter Manor had very smoothly parted to let him through and there had been an instant of disorientation when he had appeared. He was ready for that, but the Lord and Lady of the Manor had not been ready and were quickly held motionless by his petrification charm. Harry had looked at his parents with a face that was trying to say ‘I can explain everything’ and Voldemort had resisted the urge to snort his laughter. In any other being, such a look would have him itching to drag a knife across their throat for stupidity, in his beloved it made him see just how innocently beautiful Harry was.

       Fortunately there was a way to explain everything and the Dark Lord intended to do it. He sat on the couch facing the Lord and Lady Potter patting the space beside him for Harry. Harry might see nothing with the gesture but his parents would. After Harry had settled, Voldemort looked over at his beloved’s parents and began as if they were not still stuck in his petrification charm. Both sets of eyes held a complex mix of emotions but the foremost was fear and worry for their eldest son and other children, then came their hatred of him. The phrase was tossed around but Harry’s parents really were model citizens.

       “Now, regardless of what you might be thinking, I am going to cast a few charms on you; nothing dangerous, nothing controlling, quite the opposite in fact. I am sure Lady Potter will recognise them. After they are cast, we will wait a few minutes, and then I will remove the petrification charm and we can talk.” Without further preamble he raised his wand just as an enraged House Elf flashed into the room. Whatever spell the little creature had been about to unleash, and Voldemort could feel that it was very powerful, it was averted when his little one jumped towards the small elf shouting, “No Binky, it’s okay!”

       There was a crack of power and a flash of light that ended in a tumble of limbs on the far side of the room and he spared only enough attention to ensure that Harry was unharmed as he came to his feet, gently holding the now unconscious House Elf.

       Without further delay Voldemort cast a series of charms at the Lord and Lady Potter and after Harry had summoned another elf to care for Binky and to see that they weren’t disturbed further, he returned to his place at the Dark Lord’s side. Voldemort could remember, even then smiling at the warmth that gesture had given him but he had been more interested in observing his mate’s parents.

       Lily had indeed recognised the charms but she had been confused as to why he was casting such an esoteric lot of compulsion breakers and then her green eyes, so much like Harry’s, had become cloudy as the charms took effect. Even so a prompt usually moved these things along more smoothly.

       “Lord Potter, think about the time Harry was five. There was a series of new policies before the Wizengamot for consideration. They were about magical children and how the community should be best looking after them. It dealt with all magical children, purebloods, half bloods and muggle-borns. The gist of it was that they should all be monitored to ensure that they were in a loving environment, even if both parents were muggles. If they were not steps should be taken to ... Ah... I see you recall it now.” Voldemort smiled. As he had been speaking he was watching James’ eyes. They too had clouded as the charm took effect but the anger and the growing self-loathing that once again he could not protect his family had still been evident. But as the Dark Lord had spoken he had been reading the tiny changes in his eyes that indicated the Lord Potter had been remembering and when they had gone flat, he knew that the Lord Potter had recalled exactly what had happened.

       “That’s just one instance I know about, I’m sure there are many others littering both your minds.” The Dark Lord waited a few more minutes while Harry sat quietly beside him. The boy’s mind was troubled but he could do nothing to calm him at the moment. As he watched both the Lord and Lady Potter’s eyes changed as more and more memories altered and they could remember everything. He didn’t know exactly what Dumbledore had been doing but it was most likely extensive. When they were both glaring at their memories he spoke again. “I’m going to remove the petrification charm and I trust we can be civil?”

       There was no answer of course and without further consideration he raised his wand again, undoing the petrification charm. Both Lily and James sat for a few moments longer before James closed his eyes and when they opened, the Lord Voldemort was exceedingly pleased to see that the hurt husband and father was gone, and reflected in his blue depths was the very powerful wizard politician who lead the largest Wizengamot faction. “We need to talk.”

       “We do, but first a few housekeeping matters. Lady, if you would be so kind as to cast a medical detection charm on your son, I would be most appreciative.”

       It took only a moment and as Lily observed the charms results, the Dark Lord was pleased to see that her reaction mirrored his own. She moved to embrace Harry and he found himself confronted by her green eyes sparking furiously. “The counter will be ready in two days,” she said, “because I will need at least a day to calm down.”

       Voldemort felt himself smile indulgently, his eyes caressing Harry as his beloved returned his mother’s hug.

       “Now, before we talk, Lord Potter, a few things.”

       “I tell Lily everything.”

       “Of course, she is your partner, just as Harry will be mine, but there are a few things he too should hear,” Voldemort dismissed the objection as Lily reluctantly released her eldest son and sat back beside her husband. “The first piece of information you must have is that the prophecy you know is false. It’s very close, I will grant that and it could have been true but I do not trust whispered words overheard in a public place.

       “The true prophecy is spoken thus; ‘The one with the power to complete the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have trice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord shall make equal exchange, for he shall have power unknown over the Dark Lord. Both may die at the hand of the other for neither can live if the other merely subsists.’”

       Voldemort allowed a few minutes for them all to think about the words. He had had years and they still held power for him. “Equal exchange?” Lily finally asked, no doubt remembering the scene he’d left in the nursery.

       “I used the death of your friend to exchange a part of our souls,” the red eyed wizard shrugged.

       “But Dumbledore fo...” Lily bit her lip as she realised what she had thought about Dumbledore was a lie.

       “Dumbledore found nothing because I did not wish him to find anything. Equal exchange. There is nothing missing from your son, because I replaced everything that I took.”

       “He was no friend of mine!” James objected hotly, ignoring the other implications.

       “Ah, but he was,” the Dark Lord said gently but firmly. “Originally I did think I had convinced one of the precious Marauders to betray the others but when I heard the true prophecy I doubted everything and so I discovered that Petrigrew did not betray you willingly. He had been sent to me and I reacted in exactly the way I was meant to.”

       “What else did we need to know?” James Potter asked, obviously still ill at ease with many aspects but willing to think about them now that he knew the truth.

       Voldemort was mildly surprised that neither had brought up the ‘power over’ the Dark Lord part of the prophecy but he supposed he should be grateful for small mercies. They would remember that soon enough and he did not wish to explain quite yet exactly what their son meant to him. “Lady, I believe you recognised the charm I used to break compulsions?”

       Lily, who had been silently communing with her son nodded. “But...” She traced out the wand movements with her graceful hands. “I did not recognise the specific wand movement for the creature.”

       Voldemort smiled at her again, and he chuckled softly when Lily realised the obvious implication of her admission. “Dumbledore’s not human?” she gasped.

       “He’s half human.”

       “What is he?”

       The Dark Lord took a deep breath. He would have liked to have left them to find out by themselves but simply telling the Lord and Lady was more expedient. “He is a creature known as a cambion, and quite an old one. Do not let his appearance fool you, in reality he looks much younger. The age illusion is merely to help him fit in. I have detected his influence in the past few centuries of Wizarding History and after living a longish life of power, his persona dies and he is ‘reborn’ as a new wizard but that is fake. He has not died, he has not been reborn, it is simply his way of appearing mortal.”

       “Was he going to use Harry?”

       Voldemort blinked. That was not something he had considered but the idea struck him as being something Dumbledore might do. It would be simple enough to pretend to die and then to kill off the eldest Potter to take his place just as the boy was finishing his education and could legally move out of the Manor, which would hide all tell-tale changes in personality and all the rest. And if not Harry then Edmund or one of the other sons could have been used. With the Potter name, even if estranged that would give Dumbledore the power to launch his new life quite successfully. “I do not know,” he answered honestly. “Nor do I care because it is not going to happen. I have shown you how to break a compulsion cast by a cambion, I suggest you teach all your faction the charm under the guise of a new protection and tell them to watch for other means of control. The old man is a master of the game and I guarantee he will not be happy that the years he has invested in you have been broken.”

       “He will have far more than that to worry about once I’m through,” James muttered and Voldemort found himself smiling again. It was so nice when things just slipped into place.

       Just as they were now.

       The Major Domo of the Wizengamot was calling for order and various Lords were taking their seats along their party lines. Dumbledore was particularly pained as he took up his place in the Speaker’s box. It gave him such a wonderful view of the Minister and Voldemort made sure to smile at him as the Major Domo announced that the Wizengamot was in session.

~x~x~x~

Well there we go, that’s how Harry’s parents met the Dark Lord and remained on speaking terms. Next up more Wizengamot and exactly how Harry is now home schooled.

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