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Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

A/N:
I�m very
sorry about the long wait! The week after 13 was posted I wasn�t home much so I
didn�t get a lot of writing done, then the next week my dad was in the hospital
after having a minor heart attack and I couldn�t think let alone write! The
following week was a mix of not being home much and then my muse taking an
extended leave of absence. So again, I�m very sorry about the long wait!

This
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nearly a month. However it is 28 full pages so hopefully the wait will be worth
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Chapter XIV

Beginnings I

The world is round and the place which may seem like
the end may also be only the beginning.

-Ivy Baker Priest, in Parade, 1958

The Summoning Circle

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, UK

Sunday the 24^th of August
1997

10:42 PM

The
Wraith calmly sidestepped the blast of violet sparks that shot out from Cy�s right hand. Moving faster than the others could see
Nusayr moved into action, falling into a crouch and kicking Cyriacus in the
legs, causing him to fall hard on the unyielding obsidian. As Cy attempted to
recover, the Wraith moved back and shed his violet cloak, revealing a lean but
toned body clad in a sparkling leather-like material. Stumbling to his feet, Cy
ignored the flare of pain in his bruised body as various Potions were pumped
into his bloodstream thanks to the store on his bracelets.

Nusayr
seemed to see through him for a moment before laughing. �Clever little
Necromancer�however you won�t survive this. That I promise you.�

Cyriacus
pulled himself to his feet and moved back into a defensive stance. �What are
you waiting for then?�

They
stared at each other before both abruptly melted into the shadows, each trying
to get into the best position to attack the other. Nusayr appeared to the side
of Cy and sent the younger man flying into the shimmering barrier that had
arisen above the circle of salt. Cy hit the barrier, setting off quite a show
of sparks but not letting out a single noise of pain as he dropped down into a
crouch before vanishing as he melted into the shadows again. Appearing behind
the Wraith, Cyriacus blasted it in the back with a steel gray blast of magic,
which caused ice to form along the Wraith�s shoulders and neck. The Wraith
hissed with displeasure as he attempted to counter the ice, Cy sprinted for a
torch and Transfigured it into a sword before heading back to finish the
Wraith. Nusayr watched Cyriacus approach with amusement as it easily
counteracted the ice and transformed its hands into long wicked looking claws.

The
next few minutes were a blur as the two exchanged blows, each countering the
other but neither managing to injure the other. The Wraith some how managed to
toss the blade away and before Cyriacus could attempt a Shadow Stalk, he was
tossed hard to the ground on his stomach, with the Wraith pinning him down.

�Well,
well Necromancer, it looks as if I have won this battle.� Nusayr murmured
setting the tips of his claws on Cy�s skin and
pressing ever so gently, not quite breaking skin yet.

Cyriacus
growled as he released all his tedious Glamours and
forced a Transformation, needing the extra strength and durability of his
Hybrid form. Not only that but it was no longer necessary to be discreet as he
had a slim chance of surviving this encounter; he knew very well that the
Wraith was just playing with him. �Don�t be too sure of that!� As his wings
burst from his back, they knocked the much larger and heavier Wraith off of him
and both combatants scrambled back to their feet and into fighting stances.

From
outside the circle came surprised gasps and murmurs as everyone stared at
Cyriacus. Very few things had changed but the addition of various white scars
on the black scaled body; or rather the famous lightning bolt scar was enough
to cause an outburst. Voldemort sent a warning flare of pain through the Dark
Mark, alerting those present to be silent and cautious. This was quickly
becoming a very dangerous situation and it would be best if they waited to see
how things fell out, it would not do for their words to distract Cyriacus at a
critical moment.

Cyriacus
stood with his wings opened, body in a defensive pose. His scales had grown
thick and formidable, his claws a little longer and sharper than normal. Nusayr
looked amused as he weaved around the Squad Captains standing in their
Protection Circles. Cy cursed as the Wraith helped himself to first the
Lethifold carcass that he seemed to liquefy and absorb and then the Nundu blood which was quickly swallowed.

Nusayr
finished drinking the Nundu blood and smirked as he
felt his body become even stronger. �Finally, I was beginning to wonder how
much pain you were willing to endure in your weaker form.�

With
a growl the two of them were at it again, punching, kicking, blasting each
other with bursts of magic and clawing at each other. The noises of bones
breaking and blood splattering filled the silent air. Voldemort watched face
blank but his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and worry. To his left
Severus watched his son fight for his life with a savagery he had never seen
before but then again, Cy was in the same position as a cornered animal. It was
astonishing seeing the Wraith cut through dragonhide
which after Basilisk and Chimera skin was the next most durable skin/hide. With
two minutes left until the ten minute wait for Banishment arrived, Cyriacus
began to sway before finally falling over, body shaking. Almost as one,
Voldemort and Severus held their breaths, hearts beating with fear.

Nusayr
watched his prey spasm in the early stages of what would prove to be very
painful death throws. �It is over arrogant Necromancer. If you didn�t already
know Wraith claws are very poisonous.�

Cy
felt heat from the claw wounds on his body as his muscles began to spasm. �Two
more minutes��

Nusayr
kicked Cyriacus so he was lying on his right side, one wing folded unnaturally
underneath his body and the other spread out for balance. �Necromancers, when
shall you learn not to Summon the higher creatures? One would have thought a
non-human such as you would be more intelligent than the rest.�

Nusayr
spotted the white Incubus Mark on the side of Cyriacus�s body and sneered.
�Never mind, you bear the cursed mark of the Revenants that explains well
enough your stupidity and arrogance.�

�What�wrong?�
Cyriacus asked labored, as his body was alternately burning and freezing.

�You
were very close actually but you kept your Glamour spells and hid your true
self. Wraiths are creatures of truth and you, weak little Necromancer are a
liar.� Nusayr replied as he raised his blood drenched hand and licked Cy�s blood off of it.

Cyriacus
closed his eyes and cursed himself and all the bloody books he�d ever read
about Wraiths. None of them had said that the Caster had to be free of all magicks. The others watched silently, not daring to speak
and draw the attention of the Wraith, both Cyriacus and the Dementor Lord had
emphasized heavily that they were not to speak to any Summoned Beings unless
the Being spoke first and they received a gesture of approval from
Cyriacus.

Nusayr�s
eyes closed as he savored the taste of blood. The arrogant Necromancer�s blood
was so rich and filled with power, that barely a dozen drops of it was enough
to bring him to his fullest power. It wasn�t until he came down from the
exhilarating high the blood gave him that he recognized the distinctive after
flavor of the blood. Eyes snapping open with shock which quickly turned into
horror, Nusayr dropped to his knees looking panicked as Cyriacus had begun to
jerk violently, blood foaming on his lips. �Be damned lost son of Asadyl! My
body will feed the Chaos vultures should you die, mortal.� Raising his left
wrist to his mouth Nusayr bit down until he tasted blood, and then forced a
sweaty, trembling Cyriacus to drink it.

The
spasms stopped but Cyriacus didn�t open his eyes and Nusayr became even more
worried, slapping the mortal�s face. �Wake up mortal�cursed son of Asadyl, your
father will have my hide.�

Wavering
in a hazy world that was neither here nor there, Cy�s
awareness of his body dimmed as he sank into darkness.

Somniator (Dreamer) Cave

North Downs, Kent
UK

Sunday the 24^th of August
1997

10:50 PM

It
was the eighth time this summer, and the nearly the twentieth time this year
alone, that Ollivander had made the taxing journey down to the ancient family
sanctuary. Located deep in the heart of the chalk hills of the North Downs, the
Ollivander family had long ago built a sanctuary from not only the incursion of
various conquers but also to hide their most ancient and powerful heirlooms and
artifacts. Ever since Harry Potter had approached him one of the foremost Wand
Crafters in the Wizarding World, wishing to partake in the highly dangerous,
archaic Talisman Ritual; Ollivander had continuously made the trek down to the
Family sanctuary to have a look at young Potter�s progress.

He
had been waiting for a sign of some sort all evening, since he had closed up
shop at seven o�clock but so far nothing had occurred. For the first time in
several decades his mind was not absorbed in his work as he was replayed the
short visit he�d received earlier that morning in his mind for what seemed to
be the thousandth time that day�

FLASHBACK

It
was just a few minutes after ten a.m. and business was slow as most young
witches and wizards had already come to get their wands. Ollivander was just about
to rearrange his shelves, if only to have something to do when he heard the
bell ring. Leaving the shelves alone Ollivander walked forward and stopped when
he saw two heavily robed figures. It wasn�t from fear, no, it was simply the
fact that the two were sharing one reservoir of magic�a very familiar,
recognizable reservoir to be precise.

�How-�

�Not
here.� The one on the right hissed. �Let�s go to your back room.�

Ollivander
led the way to the back room and once the door was firmly closed, one of the
figures cast several powerful Privacy Charms and then as if they were one
person, they pushed their hoods back. The figure on the right was Harry Potter
but the one on the left was only a man Ollivander had heard of through rumor by
other shopkeepers.

�How
can you both be sharing one reservoir of magic?� Ollivander asked again,
leaning against a worktable.

Cyriacus
answered smoothly, �Because Mr. Ollivander, only one of us is an actual living
wizard.� And then as if to prove who it was, the Glamours
on the young Snape vanished and Ollivander stared at the hands of the Caster.

For
a moment Ollivander was completely blindsided and then his eyes focused on
Snape and his senses were quick to recognize and connect parents. Despite what
some may have thought, Ollivander was not telepathic or even completely human.
Most of his family had married and interbred with various magical beings
(Vampires, Veela, Werewolves, etc.) and that had
resulted in a strange mixture of magical senses. So it was with little effort
that he came to a startling conclusion.

�Oh
blessed Lady, now there can be no doubt why you are as powerful as you are. You
are the Heir of three powerful bloodlines, two by blood and one by adoption.� Ollivander�s eyes lost focus for a moment, as if he was
seeing something no one else could see, and perhaps he was.

Cyriacus
only nodded. �Do you know why I�ve come?�

Ollivander
snapped back to the present. �Yes. Sit I will return.�

In
ten minutes, Ollivander had finished mixing the Living Metal, which was almost
pure gold in color with just a slight hint of silver. Cyriacus had stripped
down to his trousers as Ollivander injected first the Stabilizers and then the
Living Metal itself. It was an odd sensation as Cy could feel it almost flowing
through his veins but where exactly it pooled was unknown. After nothing
happened twenty minutes later and Ollivander had stopped inspecting him and
prodding him, Cy picked up the reddish-purple stone and watched it become
absorbed by the Living Metal. Once again nothing happened and Ollivander hummed
thoughtfully as he wandered around the room and picked up a book. Paging
through it he read silently as Cyriacus dressed and when he finished just
shrugged.

�You
have chosen Alexandrite as your secondary focus stone. It is very rare in the
Muggle world as the larger deposits are found within Wizarding territories. Its
use conjunction with Starlight Diamonds is�unknown. As you are not screaming in
pain, the procedure was once again, successful. It may take some time before it
manifests but rest assured�it will occur.� Ollivander stated calmly.

Cyriacus
nodded, �Very well, my thanks.� Pale silver eyes met dark forest green and both
felt no need to speak as they both understood each other very well with that
one look. Harry took out a moke skin pouch and set it
on a worktable as he and Cyriacus walked out of the room, pulling up their
hoods.

END OF FLASHBACK

With
a sigh, Ollivander rubbed his temples. It was troubling how he hadn�t noticed
young Snape�s true parentage sooner, though it was accurate enough to say that
the green eyed youth could answer to both Harry James Potter and Cyriacus
Alcaeus Snape. Ollivander was not the only one fooled and he could only wonder
what the world would make of the green eyed man when or if they ever learned
the truth.

Had
he not personally experienced being magically �fooled� he would have said that
no one could have ever deceived him. The Sorting Hat made in the days of
Hogwarts Founders, was also a powerful magical item infused with the essence of
a powerful magical spirit. It too had boasted of its ability to judge and see
the truth in every mind and heart that it perched upon. With a smile,
Ollivander wondered what would happen when the young man met the Sorting Hat for
a second time. Would the Sorting Hat recognize young Snape or would Snape�s
natural gift for duplicity win out?

Before
Ollivander could ponder about the possible outcomes for that meeting, the stone
and bronze sundial-like item in the center of the room flared brightly. It had
a bronze face overlaying the granite face, but instead of measuring solar and
standard time, it showed the waxing and waning of the ten most powerful witches
and wizards who bore a wand or Talisman that bore the Ollivander family crest.
The arm of the gnomon had a Starlight Diamond tip, giving it an amazingly
accurate focus point. Instead of relying on light, it was fed magic directly
from the members who carried the Ollivander blood.

The
Diamond gave off colored magical shadows, which were the exact same color as
the Wizard or Witch�s aura allowing for whichever Wand Crafter to tell apart
one Wizard and Witch from another. Unlike what some Witches and Wizards
believed, it was rare for magical Auras to be strictly black or white and the
colors themselves did not represent the level of �good� or �evil� in a Magical
being. No, the colors of Auras told a great deal about the Magical being in
question and the amount of �glow� was a small but hardly accurate way to
estimate the level of power that Witch or Wizard had available to them.

There
were four main categories that they fell into and the first were the Red Auras,
who were mainly energetic and highly temperamental. This made them dangerous in
a battlefield as they could attempt and succeed at some of the highest spell
castings if needed urgently; it was no surprise that they were attuned to the
element of Fire. Those attuned to the element Earth, were the Yellow Auras,
they were mostly reserved and highly patient. Their abilities made them
dangerous as they waited for opportunity to present itself and then strike;
they were capable of forming organized groups and producing mass Spells. The
next were the Blue Auras attuned to the element of water, they were
knowledgeable and enjoyed scrutinizing others and everything around them.
Unsurprisingly they were considered formidable all on their own, as they sought
answers and power as no other but the final group, the rarest. Black or White
Auras were the rarest; they represented very responsive individuals who often
instigated things as they were so aware of the world around them. With their
swift ability to respond to any and all changes in an environment, they were
easily the most dangerous Witches and Wizards as they could manipulate people
and objects to suit their needs. Most attuned to Air, they were ever changing
and eclipsed the other Auras in terms of sheer power and knowledge.

Very
few people knew about the complexities of Auras, save a few Artisans and Seers
as Auras were now only mentioned briefly in passing in most modern books.
Hogwarts used to teach a short course on Auras but after a several hundred
years it had passed out of favor. Ollivander couldn�t be sure but it was almost
safe to assume that Aura knowledge hadn�t been forgotten but slowly distanced
and eventually removed from the public eye. He was fairly certain that only the
few talented Wand makers and those few Aura Seers alive were the only ones left
who knew of Auras. It was a wise move certainly, as the Wizarding World at
large both boasted of their diversity and yet, were highly suspicious of each
other. With the constant rise of Dark Lords and the separation of �Dark� and
�Light� magicks in the Medieval Age, Black or White
Auras would have been viewed with fear or reverence.

The
Wizarding community as a whole had slowly become paranoid over the years and
true knowledge had been replaced by twisted lies. Auras did not measure �good�
or �evil�, it did not measure one�s hatred or love of Muggles�no, Auras could
only tell you a bit about the individual. No two Wizards or Witches were the
same, even twins. Over the years the true Aura experts had exchanged theories
about what abilities certain types of Auras were capable of and most took great
interest in the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony.

Ollivander
himself was always amused by this ritual, it was not clear if the Founders had
originally attempted to Sort their students based on Auras but if they had, it
was a dismal failure. There were many facets of Human Nature which led to the
different colored Auras. Technically there were four categories; red, yellow,
blue and black and white, each of those was attuned to a specific element. Yet,
it was possible for certain Auras to be in the middle of two elements and very
rarely, it was possible to completely change from one element to another.

One
example of complete element transition was the elder Snape. Severus had always
had a brilliant mind for Potions, even at the young age of eleven and had the
bluest Aura that Ollivander had seen and it was during the winter holiday in Severus�s Seventh Year that Ollivander had begun to see the
slow transition from Blue to a Citrine colored yellow. The change indicated
that he had bypassed the Green Aura but at the same time did not fully become a
full Yellow Aura as well. Ollivander knew then that crossing Severus Snape
would only lead to trouble, it was rare enough for someone to not quite fully
transition if one completely changed elements.

Examples
of mid-colored Auras could be viewed if one looked at a few of the current
Seventh Year Hogwarts Students. There was the Muggleborn
Hermione Granger, when she had first come to get her wand she had been a Blue
Aura and by the summer before her Third year at Hogwarts, she had become a
Violet Aura. She had both the Blue Aura�s love of knowledge and the Red Aura�s
natural enthusiasm, which combined created a very dangerous, intelligent Witch.
Converse of her was the Green Aura of Draco Malfoy, with the patience of a
Yellow Aura and the Blue Aura�s desire of power and knowledge; he would no
doubt be a very dangerous foe. And then there was Neville Longbottom,
the Orange Aura who had already proved himself both patient and an excellent at
performing high level spells during times of urgent need.

Those
three young adults were powerful yes, and it was a bit strange to see so many mid-colored
Auras but the best, the most intriguing of them all was young Potter/Snape. It
had been several hundred years since a Gray Aura had been recorded, as Grays were
the most balanced individuals in all senses: body, mind, magic and soul. Young
Snape had a gray Aura, which was not terribly surprising to Ollivander. At the
age of eleven, young Potter had a pure White Aura and after Ollivander learned
of Potter�s transfer to Arcanum, he had known instinctively that the young
Wizard would return with a Gray Aura. Young Snape was quite easily the most
powerful individual on the dial, having surpassed Voldemort and Dumbledore
months ago when he reached his full magical maturity. When the Starlight
Diamonds had been Focused to the Living Metal, Snape�s Aura had changed again
to reflect that change. Instead of being a solid gray mist, sparks of
shimmering white and gold had somehow become mixed into the Aura.

It
had proved to puzzle the Ollivander Family for several days but they had
quickly assumed that the stone itself acting as a Focus for all his power had
merely changed his Aura. Ollivander had expected to see such a change again
with the second stone added but found himself quite surprised and increasingly
puzzled. Young Snape�s Aura had changed again, which meant that the second
Focus stone had awakened and altered his Aura. Instead of a gray mist with
sparks of white, gold, green and red sparks as Ollivander had expected to see,
he saw a gray mist threaded with small clusters of green and red mist. White
and gold sparks flared almost blindingly on the surface of the strange tricolored mist, forming a very intimidating image.

Possibilities
raced through Ollivander�s mind but each led to the
same conclusion: if young Snape had been formidable before, he was practically
unstoppable now.

The Summoning Circle

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, UK

Sunday the 24^th of August
1997

10:55 PM

Voldemort
and his Death Eaters looked on with a mixture of caution and curiosity as the
Wraith fed Cyriacus his blood and then attempted to rouse the nearly
unconscious Necromancer. The Death Squad Captains stood in their Protection
Circles, shifting nervously, the moment the Necromancer died, everyone was free
game but they were the closest ones to the Wraith. As they watched a steady
gray mist seemed to drift from Cyriacus�s still body. The mist collected and
intensified before suddenly twisting and mutating as patches of green and red
appeared. The mist seemed to stabilize a little more, intensifying in light and
texture before the unconscious body shifted with a slight moan as golden liquid
began pooling out of his very skin.

Staring
they watched as the golden liquid seemed to flow along Cyriacus�s body, weaving
itself all along the huge black wings, sheathing the bones as the metal stilled
becoming as motionless as the silvery bracelets at Cy�s
wrists. Set on either side of the �thumbs� of his wings were two large reddish
stones and along each �finger� bone of his wings another red stone was set in
the shining gold metal. Once the metal had finished melding itself onto
Cyriacus�s wings, the remaining metal pooled down around his wrists, adding
another bracelet to each arm and then whatever was not used sunk back into his
body.

The tricolored mist glowed twice brightly before brilliant
sparks of white and gold burned brightly along the surface of the mist. For two
minutes they stared as the glowing mist steadily faded away into nothing. Another
minute passed as they waited for something, anything and then it happened in a
blur. Nusayr blinked at the sudden strong hand wrapped around his throat,
squeezing. Glowing violet eyes snapped open and in that moment, Nusayr felt
scared for the first time in over a thousand years.

�Worthless
blind fool,� A cold baritone came from Cy�s mouth.
�One could hardly believe that you are born of Wraith blood, imbecile.�

Nusayr
attempted to apologize but it was hard to speak with a tight hand wrapped around
his throat. �My�apologies�Eldest Brother Asadyl.�

Cy
or rather Asadyl, sat up and with a blast of ebony sparks, sent the Wraith
crashing into the salt barrier, shrieking. Rising to his feet, Asadyl calmly
reset the broken bones in Cy�s left arm and limped
over towards Voldemort, carefully avoiding slipping in the blood that still
poured from the cuts on Cy�s body.

Crimson
and violet eyes met and bored into each other, each trying to measure the
other. After several minutes of silent staring, Asadyl spoke.

�So
you are the one who has marked this son of my lost son. Your Aura speaks of
greatness, perhaps you may be worthy of him.�

Voldemort�s
face remained inscrutable. �If I may ask, who are you and how is it that you
claim relation to Cyriacus?�

Asadyl
scowled darkly. �It is a long story, mortal, and one I do not often enjoy
reminiscing of. However, it may be beneficial to us both if I were to tell it.
Though it would be best if the lost son of my son were able to hear it as well,
he will no doubt understand it better than you. When I leave his body, tell him
to Summon the Wraith Asadyl on the night of the new Moon and I will tell you
all.�

By
this time, Nusayr had clambered back to his feet and waited several feet behind
Asadyl, looking nervous. Asadyl turned around and circled the other Wraith.

Nusayr
bowed his head, �Once again my apologies Eldest Brother.�

�You
were foolish Nusayr and nearly did the unforgivable. As punishment I charge you
to guard the son of my son and should he come to harm, you will pay the price
of not only my disappointment but all of our Brethren.�

�I
will not fail, Eldest Brother.� Nusayr promised, looking into the violet eyes
of Asadyl.

Asadyl
graced the younger Wraith with a menacing look. �You had best not�if you know
what is good for you.�

Then
violet eyes slowly changed back into dark forest green. Cy swayed a bit
unsteadily, still dripping blood. Nusayr easily supported him, before summoning
his cloak with a muttered word and wrapping it around the young Necromancer.

�Cyriacus?�
Severus asked softly.

Cyriacus
blinked several times before slowly edging away from the Wraith�s support. �I
feel like shit but I�m sure it�s nothing that a little intensive Healing can�t
take care of. If the Wraith will finish the ritual I Summoned him for, the
quicker I can get Healed.�

�And
what exactly did you want me to do, Necromancer?� Nusayr asked smoothly.

�I
want you to bind their,� Cy pointed to the Death Squad Captains, �Lives and
deaths to me and take possession of the final remaining Offering to anchor
yourself fully into this Realm.�

Nusayr
did his part by forming the links and Cy used the copious amounts of blood
dripping down his body to create Blood Runes. Once Nusayr was firmly anchored
into the Mortal Realm, Cy extinguished the torches and called for his golem.

Harry
appeared out of a shadow and after gaping for a minute raced over to Cy�s side. �What the Hell happened to you?�

�Had
an incident with Nusayr, didn�t perform the Summoning correctly I guess.� Cy
answered stiffly.

�Well
that�s one way of putting it.� Harry replied as he carefully steadied Cy.

Voldemort
glared when he heard the whispers form his First Tier Death Eaters. �You are
dismissed and should any of you
breathe a word about what you saw-�

Cy
interrupted. �There�s no need to threaten them this whole area�s under a Mindweb. No one but another Master could break through and
should they get so far, I�ve got a lovely
surprise waiting for them.�

Rodolphus
glanced at him. �Should we call for Constance?�

�No,
the golem and I will manage. I must go elsewhere for the initial stage of
Healing. I will be back again perhaps in a few hours but I really must leave
now.� Cyriacus answered right before he and the golem turned to melt into a
shadow, the Wraith following them.

The Hot Springs

Eagle�s Spire, Devon UK

Sunday the 24^th of August
1997

11:07 PM

Harry
waved his hand and the torches lit up, it was a large underground room, filled
with various hot springs. Slowly he led the way to the largest hot spring and
after pouring in various Potions, helped Cy into the hot spring. Nusayr watched
the proceedings with some interest but stayed near the edge of the hot spring.

�This
will help him?� Nusayr asked after a few minutes.

Harry
glanced at the Wraith. �It will help cleanse out the various wounds until I can
Heal him with magic.�

Cyriacus
hissed as the hot water lanced his wounds. �Just hurry up and get my Potions
kit upstairs. I�m almost certain I overdosed on the Universal Anti-Venom Potion
and the Bone Mending Potion and I know
I overdosed on the Pain and Blood Replenishing Potions.�

�Right,
think you can manage on your own for a few minutes?�

�I�ve
been worse, as long as you don�t take a year I should be fine until you get
back.� Cyriacus growled.

Harry
smirked and headed for the shadowy doorway, leaving Cy and Nusayr alone. The
silence stretched, with the sounds of slashing the only noise in the large
cavernous room.

�You
are very powerful�not that I am surprised, Asadyl is eldest Brother for a
reason after all.� Nusayr commented when the silence became overwhelming.

Cyriacus
grimaced as he submerged himself, his broken wing hurt unbelievably. �I�ve
always been powerful, that�s why the mortals both fear and love me.�

Nusayr
looked at him thoughtfully. �Power calls to power, you realize. You are
surrounded by very powerful mortals.�

�I
know that.� Cy answered as he splashed some water onto the cut along his
collarbone.

�How
badly injured are you?� Nusayr asked curiously.

Cy
closed his eyes and reached out with his magic, doing a quick scan of his body.
�Three broken ribs, a broken wing in two places, a broken arm in three, a very
badly bruised ankle and more lacerations then I care to count. All in all, you
did a spectacular job beating me into the dirt so to speak. I haven�t been this
badly injured since I began Transforming but in the end I�m sure it will have
been useful for something, if only to let me learn the limitations of this
form.�

Nusayr
nodded. �Indeed. I admit was surprised by how well your�hide deflects Wraith
Magic, we are the more potent of the Chaos Brethren.�

�I
know.� Cyriacus replied just as Harry returned with a large black valise filled
with various Potions. First Cy had to drink the gag inducing Detoxifying Potion,
followed ten minutes later by an extra strength Wound Cleaning Potion. After
waiting another five minutes for the Wound Cleaning Potion to go into effect,
Harry began the tedious process of using various spells to heal the jagged
cuts, straighten broken bones and then heal them. Cyriacus sat still as he was
Healed, not even twitching as his bones were straightened and healed.
Everything but his wings Healed the first time, Harry had to re-Cast the Bone
Healing Charm four times before the wing bones Healed and an injection of Invictus Potion helped greatly.

By
the time Harry finished however, Cyriacus was close to falling into a deep
sleep as the energy from the Healing was from his own nearly exhausted
reservoir of magic. A vial of Stimulant was enough to get Cy out of the
bloodied hot spring and into another for a thorough wash. With a bit of focus,
the Transformation receded and Cy climbed out of the second hot spring and
after wrapping himself into a towel, headed up to the Master suite to change
into some temporary clothes. Once he was dressed, he parted ways with Harry,
who returned to Arcanum where he was making arrangements with Headmaster
Randolph regarding the funeral.

With
Nusayr in tow, Cyriacus Shadow Stalked to a small Dining room which the house
elves had happily prepared him a huge meal. After he�d stuffed himself Cy
tossed back a Numb Inhibitor and a Heredity Suppressor, then Shadow Stalked to
his rooms on the fifth floor of Riddle Mansion to change into his Necromancer�s
robes then he returned to the Summoning Circle to retrieve his awaiting
Revenants. There was a bit of tension between the Revenants and Nusayr but
after a few minutes of exchanging words in a language Cyriacus couldn�t hope to
fathom, they all relaxed and dutifully trailed behind Cyriacus as they
re-entered the Mansion.

They
eventually found Voldemort in the Strategy Room and after a brief discussion;
Thestral Squad was temporarily evicted from the west wing on the fifth floor to
make room for the Revenants and Nusayr. Cyriacus assured everyone that he had
already begun work on creating a Necromancer Spire but that it would take at
least three months to complete. Once arrangements had been made for the
Revenants and Nusayr, the Thestral Squad Captain was called to show them to
their rooms while Cy joined the Inner Circle at the table.

�Let�s
make this brief,� Cyriacus muttered as he sank down into a chair.

Constance
studied him sharply. �You had no problems?�

�Would
I be here if I wasn�t well?� Cyriacus asked dryly.

Lucius
smiled faintly. �You�re stubborn enough to be, yes.�

�That�s
true enough but this meeting is hardly a life or death matter and I assure you,
my health is more important than this meeting if I was badly hurt still.�
Cyriacus replied, running a hand through his hair. �I�m going to sleep like the
dead tonight and end up drinking several Revival Potions tomorrow but I should
survive the week, I imagine.�

Severus
frowned. �You haven�t taken any Revival Potions yet?�

�With
the potions I�ve taken today, it would have been counterproductive, waiting
until tomorrow will work just as well.� Cyriacus answered. �Now is there
anything that needs to be spoken of now or I�m off to bed.�

Rabastan
spoke up immediately. �I imagine that the Revenants and that Wraith will prove
some use or you wouldn�t have risked such a dangerous Summoning.�

�They
will have their uses yes, they are very dangerous adversaries and they too
channel Chaos Magic.� Cyriacus smirked. �And best of all, no one will know what
they are or expect them. It will be a veritable slaughter if we so desire it.�

Bellatrix
narrowed her pale blue eyes. �You mean if the Dark Lord desires it.�

Tension
rose in the room, as the Death Eaters stared from their Dark Lord to the young
possible Dark-Lord-In-Training.

�It
is all the same difference in the end, his success and failure is mine as well.
For the moment we are in accord, moving towards the same goal but afterwards��

Voldemort
stared at him before speaking softly. �Yes?�

Cyriacus
stared at Voldemort. �Afterwards�we will see.�

The
other Death Eaters tensed as Voldemort rose smoothly from his chair, crimson
eyes the color of smoldering coals. �I believe that you and I are long overdue
for a discussion. The rest of you are dismissed. You will follow me.� Voldemort
replied, never taking his eyes off of Cyriacus.

As
the door closed behind the two, the other Death Eaters released their breaths
while exchanging pensive looks. Whatever came of the meeting between those two
would not be good.

The
moment the door closed behind them as they entered Voldemort�s suite of rooms,
Cyriacus found himself pinned to the door by Voldemort�s body just before he
was roughly kissed. Whether the roughness came from the incident downstairs or
his near death nearly two hours ago, was uncertain. Voldemort bit down hard on
his lover�s bottom lip before he pulled away, staring into his lover�s dark
green gaze.

�You
seem to want to argue about this now so let us have out with it already, what
will you do once our common goal is met?�

Cyriacus
blinked, taken aback by Voldemort�s sudden bluntness. �I don�t see a purpose to
the current motives behind this war. Pureblood versus Mudblood
and Muggle, it is all meaningless as I already know. I do see that there is
definite need for change, the Ministry is corrupt and ineffective and the world
is changing and with it we must as well.�

Voldemort
leaned forward and lapped at the thin trickling of blood dripping down Cy�s face. �And what would you suggest?�

�I�m
not sure yet. There is something�different; I don�t know how to put it. Ever
since my full Transformation, I�ve had this lingering sense of inevitability
and it�s bloody irritating.�

�Then
I suggest we discuss this again after you decide what you would have us do.�
Voldemort replied as he trailed wet kisses down Cyriacus�s neck.

Cy
shifted as he slowly pushed Voldemort away. �I have something else I want to
speak about; I think I�ve found us two more spies.�

Voldemort
sighed as he led the way over to a small cluster of armchairs and loveseats.
�Business before pleasure I suppose.�

�I
spoke to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin a few days ago, they know as much as the
Inner Circle.�

�And
why did you decide to approach them?�

�My
adopted father suggested it and it proved to be wise. They�re willing to side
with us but I don�t think it would be wise to have them marked. They can send
information through my father well enough.�

Voldemort
looked at him skeptically. �And how would they do that? It�s well known how
much Severus hates them and they aren�t often in each other�s company.�

Cyriacus
grinned. �Ah but I found out the most interesting news, it seems like Sirius
and Remus will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts this year.
It will prove easy enough to pass notes to either my father or myself without
rousing any suspicion.�

�You
checked I assume that they were not playing you false?�

�I
looked as much as I dared without being too obvious about it, they�re speaking
the truth. I�ve already woven a few very tangled Mindwebs
to cover their allegiances and my secrets if Dumbledore or another Order member
ever become suspicious.� Cyriacus answered.

Voldemort
looked amused. �It seems as if you have already decided to make your set of
spies, not that I disapprove but usually, it would be wise to approach me
first.�

�But
I�m your Prime, I need to be able to think and act independently at times.�
Cyriacus replied, mock innocently.

Voldemort
shook his head. �I trust your judgment in this matter; don�t make me regret
placing my trust in them. Now, is there anything else that needs resolving so
we can move on to pleasure?�

Cyriacus
grumbled as ran a hand through his hair. �I�m afraid that the golem has further
tangled things up. The Order now believes that Harry and I are lovers.�

�No
doubt you pushed them to that conclusion, I�m sure.� Voldemort said remembering
how Cyriacus was dressed yesterday before he had vanished.

�There
was no help for it unfortunately. I explained away the whole Blood Brothership as a special kind of Blood Bond sworn between
male lovers, they accepted it easily enough. It may change how things fall out
during the Summit but it shouldn�t be too dramatic, though I expect you will
have to give me a rougher time of it for the benefit of the Ministry�s spy.�
Cyriacus answered with a dark look.

Voldemort
nodded. �That would be true�if you didn�t sell out your lover for power and
prestige.�

Cyriacus
chuckled. �What one side knows the other does not, yes that�s true enough.
We�ll let them draw their conclusions then I suppose.�

�Good�now
I don�t suppose you want to tell me how thoroughly you convinced the Order that
Harry Potter and Cyriacus Snape are lovers?� Voldemort asked softly, eyes
shining with a mixture of jealousy and possession.

With
a sigh, Cyriacus told the story from the beginning�

FLASHBACK

�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. Thought and
reasoning returned after the two had both climaxed after grinding against each
other.

�Merlin�s
balls!� Cyriacus cursed as he scrambled from underneath the golem. �That�s
enough I think, they wouldn�t be able to tell the difference anyways.�

Harry
looked amused. �Not brave enough to actually have sex with me?�

�That
is just too...� Cyriacus made a face, unable and unwilling to finish that
thought.

Harry
snickered at him. �And what do we do if they decide to have us examined?�

�Tell
them to fuck off?� Cyriacus suggested. �For all they know, we�ve been meeting
and fucking each other through the mattress with no one the wiser. Just cast a
few Healing charms and Cleaning spells and we�re set.�

Harry
obliged and then the two waited for the Alarm Spell to be triggered before they
moved back into compromising positions.

END OF FLASHBACK

�I
see.� Voldemort said eyes narrowed as he contemplated what action to take.
While he was irked with what had happened, he also knew that it was necessary
and more than likely that his young lover would need to do something similar
again. Yes, he was possessive, a trait that Cyriacus had already proven to
dislike so, what to do?

Cyriacus
watched the older wizard think for a few moments, slightly surprised that he
hadn�t thrown a jealous fit. Finally Voldemort stood up and walked over to him,
holding out a hand. Cyriacus studied the older man before cautiously taking Voldemort�s
hand. Voldemort said nothing as he led his lover towards his bedroom, casting a
spell to disrobe them before nudging his lover onto the bed.

�What-�
Cyriacus began but was cut off when Voldemort kissed him soundly, tongue
mapping out this mouth.

Voldemort
pulled back slightly, body covering the younger wizard, lips trailing hot
kisses to Cyriacus�s left ear. �You will do what you must, you have given me no
promises and I have asked for none.� Voldemort bit down on his ear roughly and
soothed away the pain with a lap of his tongue. �I will not give up my pursuit
though; I want you to be my lover, my Consort.�

�Then�how
will we�proceed?� Cyriacus murmured between soft moans as Voldemort, bit and
licked at his nipples.

Voldemort
ignored his question in favor of tracing his tongue down Cy�s
chest and then circling his belly button before slowly dipping his tongue in
and out. Cyriacus groaned and arched up, wondering dimly if he should have even
bothered taking the Heredity Suppressor earlier.

Pulling
back, Voldemort smiled wickedly as his hands ran up smooth inner thighs and
leaned forward to kiss his lover. Swallowing his lover�s moan as he arched up
into his hands which had switched to teasing him mercilessly, Voldemort kissed
his way down to Cy�s collarbone.

�You
will do as you need to do,� Voldemort commented as he ground their hips
together roughly while one hand pinned Cyriacus�s hands above his head on the
bed and the other reaching for the vial of oil under the mass of pillows. �And
I will have to work that much harder to make sure you want�need to come back to my bed�and this.�

A Courtroom

Department of International Magical
Cooperation, British MOM, London

Monday the 25^th of August
1997

6:00 PM

The
room was filled with Aurors, Hit Wizards and various employees from various
Ministries. Though there was no reason for it, the occupants of the room had
sat in distinct �sections�. The Order of the Phoenix sat on the far right of
the room and sitting next to them was the Defense League with the British
Ministry officials sitting to the middle left and the remaining representatives
sitting on the far left. Cornelius Fudge, Madam Bones, Albus
Dumbledore, Kenneth Davidson and Juliana Ramsey sat at the plain table,
upraised on a dais at the center of the room, each surrounded by their
respective entourages. Everyone in the stands was chatting amiably as their
respective leaders prepared for the long discussion, trading papers and
scribbling notes. Finally a quarter hour later, they were ready to start and
Madam Bones called for silence which was immediately given.

�If
we may have your attention, we are ready to begin the briefing.� Madam Bones
said before taking her seat.

Dumbledore
cleared his throat. �After much discussion, we have decided tentatively that
the security arrangements that you are currently aware of will be kept in
place. As planned, the various squads will be brought to the location of the
Summit and allowed to look over the grounds to familiarize yourselves. The
order in which these squads will be summoned was randomized, as was the
decision regarding what duties you were to hold.�

There
was a murmur of objection from the Defense League and the Foreign Ministries.

Kenneth
raised a hand. �We will explain this decision, if you would please be silent?
Thank you. Now, after receiving reports from our spies within the ranks of the
Death Eaters, we have learned that there will be a massive attack on the
evening of the Summit and as far as we were able to discern, it will not be on
the Summit.�

�We
have reason to believe,� Fudge added. �That this massive attack will take place
at either Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade.
We need to be prepared to have our respective members not attending the Summit
on standby to be directed to the scene of the attack. As important as this
Summit gathering is, it will make the Alliance look very poorly if an attack
were to take place on the same night and the majority of our forces were massed
at the Summit, protecting us instead of our public.�

That
caused an even louder outburst from the Foreign Ministry officials as they
demanded more details about the reports from the spies. It took nearly ten
minutes to quiet their objections and Juliana calmly read bits and pieces from
various spy reports.

�Defense
League spy Corbeau�s (Raven), report reads thus. �No
direct summons from the Vulture, more Alpha meetings of late and all Beta
wolves were Summoned on the evening of the 23^rd�no contact with
Betas resulted in gaining intelligence.� Defense League spy Lupo�s
report reads so: �West wing of Vulture�s main roost was sealed off on Sunday
and no one was allowed onto the grounds after sunset. Wyvern was seen leading a
large contingent of Beta Wolves onto the grounds prior to restriction. Contacts
reported Betas returned a quarter hour to midnight, with no Wyvern seen that
evening and the 25^th as of 1400 hours.� We have received no reports
from Defense League spies Toro and Eagle.� Juliana reported flatly.

Dumbledore
shifted through his papers before pulling out his spy reports. �Order of the
Phoenix spy Viper reports, �Wyvern performed ritual on evening of the 24^th�no
reports regarding what was done or why. Vulture was seen once on 25^th
and mentioned in passing that Wyvern would be unavailable until Tuesday evening.�
We have no recent report from Order of the Phoenix spy Chameleon however their
last report is worrisome, �Junior Alpha training is to end before Christmas
Holiday�Vulture is impatient and insists that I be Marked on Halloween. Have
been assigned to private tutoring with Vulture beginning on the 28^th
and will be living with Junior Alphas.� This is currently troubling news,
Voldemort has never shown such
personal interest in any witch or wizard other than Harry Potter.�

Davidson,
Ramsey, Bones and Fudge all stared at Dumbledore in shock. The burst of dismay
and horror from the others in the room surpassed any previous outbursts. The
Order of the Phoenix members, especially Moody, Sirius and Remus, looked
dumbstruck as Dumbledore had not shared Cyriacus�s report with anyone.

Fudge
finally managed to shut his mouth and after swallowing some water demanded, �Is
You-Know-Who training Chameleon to be his Heir?!�

�Anything
is possible unfortunately, and we can no longer remove Chameleon without
exposing Viper as well.� Dumbledore said rubbing his temples.

Juliana
jumped to her feet. �What kind of games are you playing with that poor boy�s
life, Dumbledore! Voldemort will either break the boy or discover his loyalties
and kill him!�

Dumbledore
fixed his gaze on Juliana. �I know that Madame Ramsey but even if we were to
pull Chameleon and Viper out, do you honestly believe that Voldemort would not
fight his way through Hogwarts to claim either of them? Would you have me
endanger the school and my students further? Chameleon will not be as easy to
break as you imagine him and Voldemort would not risk destroying such a
valuable servant.�

�That
is�cold blooded, Albus.� Madame Bones murmured.

�This
is war and we will do things we would rather not, do you believe that this is
the course I choose to put my spies through? Lives have been and will be lost,
my duty is to lessen the number of deaths and I take my duty seriously.�
Dumbledore answered solemnly before turning to Fudge. �Cornelius we have been
turned from the topic at hand, do read your reports so we may finish this
meeting before nine.�

Fudge sighed but read his reports, which were
just as troubling. �British Ministry of Magic spy Fox reports, �Vulture has
prepared suite adjacent to his for Wyvern. Summoned by Vulture at noon to
deliver missives to Owlery, upon exiting room,
noticed Wyvern sitting in study researching Dark Arts rituals.� There have been
no reports from British Ministry spy, Crow. The status of those spies who have
not reported are currently unknown but Order spy Viper reports it will be
looked into.�

�Merlin!
First Voldemort gets a Necromancer on his side, then we learn he�s taken on a
possible Heir or Apprentice and now we get glimpse of what Voldemort is
possibly planning next?� Kenneth exclaimed.

As
the room once more broke out into arguments, exclamations and panic, Dumbledore
leaned back in his chair, feeling very old. The reports were troubling to say
the least and somehow they would have to restore order, calm fears and brainstorm
madly to attempt to stay ahead of Voldemort. It was going to be a long evening
and no doubt the Order would confront him about young Cyriacus�s delicate
position. Between having earned Voldemort�s interest and soon-to-be loosing
Harry Potter, the next coming weeks were going to be very hard for the young
man. Somehow Dumbledore had to make time in his already hectic life for
Cyriacus Snape�the soon-to-be last hope for the Wizarding world.

Harry�s Room

Number 12 Grimmauld
Place, London UK

Wednesday the 27^th of August
1997

4:00 PM

Harry
muttered darkly under his breath as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a
towel around his waist. So far the switch went unnoticed, the golem would
arrive later as Cyriacus with no one but the Dark Lord and the Inner Circle the
wiser. It was a little strange going back to his old form but as it was only
for a few hours, he could hardly put up much of a fuss. As he walked into the
bedroom, he cast a few Drying Spells on his hair and body before walking to his
bed and opening the large white box from Sartorial Splendor.

Freeing
his clothes from the gold tissue Harry set them out on the bed. Gold silk
boxers, gold socks, a gold moke skin belt and a gold
silk cravat went on one side of the box and on the other went black wool
trousers, a claret red silk shirt and claret red velvet robes. Quickly getting
dressed in all but his robes, Harry walked back into the bathroom to quickly
comb his shoulder length hair and put it into a braid. Using the mirror, he
quickly tied the cravat and then headed back into the bedroom to slip on his
claret robes. Once he finished dressing, he put on a pair of dragonhide boots and opened the small square jewelry box on
his bed and took out the specially made gold Griffin pendant which hand his
name engraved on it. Rolling his eyes he slipped the pendant over his head and
let it rest above his heart, where it would be in visible view.

When
the Summit had been planned at the end of July, there had been a sort of dress
code. Everyone was to wear formal robes of whatever color their organizations
or Ministries chose. Besides that, everyone invited was to wear a pendant of
their choice with their name inscribed, making it possible to tell all the
guests apart. Harry thought it was hopelessly gaudy, as no doubt some of the
politicians or Wizarding Aristocrats would be attempting to wear the most
elaborate pendants.

Before
exiting his room, Harry paused in front of the mirror and took a look at the
image he had decided to project. Dumbledore had chosen sky blue robes with
orange phoenixes on the back and sleeves of the robes for all the Order of the
Phoenix members, Harry had politely decided against wearing the Order colors,
instead choosing to wear the Potter Family colors instead. The claret robes
suited his dark coloring well, and the golden Griffin on his back and the two
small ones along the golden pearl buttons of his robes didn�t draw too much
attention to him. The larger Griffin on the back of his robes, preened and
posed but the two smaller ones on each side of his robes calmly sat as if
studying whoever happened to glance at them. With his hair pulled back and the
Potter Signet ring proudly viewable by all on the middle finger of his right
hand, he looked every bit the young Potter Lord.

A
quick mental checklist assured him that he was wearing everything he was
supposed to wear, including a large assortment of daggers and extra wands.
Finally ready, he departed from his room, never to return there again as Harry
James Potter.

In
the Drawing Room, several Order Members were gathering, preparing to depart for
the first of three checkpoints before finally arriving at Fudge Manor. Among
them, the younger students and the uninitiated future Order members chatted and
whined about missing out on the occasion. Most of the more well known Order
members would be in attendance at the Summit including Dumbledore, Moody,
Sirius and Remus. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would also be
going; though they wore the Ministry robes of royal blue with a gray sword, likewise
Tonks and Shacklebolt also
wore Ministry robes. Tiny gold phoenix pins on the front of their robes
identified them as also being Order members.

Ron
grumbled. �Don�t know why we aren�t Order members yet; think of all the people
we�d meet tonight! Anyone who�s anyone will be there tonight.�

�Professor
Dumbledore knows best, besides Hestia and Oliver are Order members and they
aren�t going. Just being in the Order doesn�t mean that you get to go.�
Hermione pointed out logically.

The Snapes arrived, drawing all the attention of the adults and
students alike. Severus was dressed in all black and no doubt in one of the
voluminous pockets of his robes was his miniaturized Death Eater mask. Next to
him was Cyriacus who was dressed in unbuttoned charcoal gray robes with white
trousers and a silk shirt underneath.

Severus
nodded at Dumbledore. �Still no word on where we are attacking tonight but the
Dark Lord has made it clear that Cyriacus is not to be implicated in any way.
He will have to remain here with the other students and I must be on my way as
I have to take inventory of the Dark Lord�s Potion stock before the attack
tonight.�

�Cyriacus
is of course; welcome to stay here with the others though I am surprised. I
would have believed Voldemort would have had your son move into his primary
fortress today.� Dumbledore said with a slight frown.

�Though
my private tutorship begins tomorrow, I am not to move into the wing with the
rest of the Inner Circle�s offspring until the weekend or so I am told.�
Cyriacus answered smoothly.

Severus
nodded. �It will be for the weekend and the holiday breaks only, Cyriacus is to
start Hogwarts with the rest of the students. Now, I must go before I am
missed.�

�Of
course, be safe Severus.� Dumbledore agreed, several other Order members
wishing Severus a safe return.

Cyriacus
just smiled lazily. �The Vulture�s blind to everything but his plotting so I�m
sure you�ll be just fine Father.�

Severus
smirked. �That is so but I will be cautious nonetheless.�

�Hestia
Jones and Oliver Wood will be in charge of those remaining behind; perhaps Miss
Weasley would be kind enough to introduce you to the
others?� Dumbledore suggested.

Before
Cyriacus could answer, Harry strode into the room and the younger spy was now oblivious
to everyone else as he stood staring at his lover. As if they were unaware of
everyone else who was staring at them, the two walked towards each other as if
they were magnetically drawn.

When
they stood only a few inches apart, Cyriacus gave his lover a wicked smile as
he leaned forward. �You look ravishing; I�m looking forward to taking off those
clothes.�

Harry
laughed before pulling the younger man into his arms and kissing him soundly
before releasing him. �I�ll look forward to that.�

Professor
McGonagall cleared her throat loudly. �Gentlemen, show a little consideration
for the rest of us present.�

The
two dark haired men raised their eyebrows and rolled their eyes. Harry took
Cyriacus�s hand and tugged the other man towards an unoccupied loveseat in the
corner of the room. As the two sat and started a hushed conversation, everyone
else turned back to their own conversations. Sirius and Remus kept shooting the
two worried looks while Dumbledore turned to converse with Moody.

At
the opposite end of the room, half of the Seventh Year Gryffindors and Ginny
occasionally looked at the two as they had their own conversation.

�I
never would have thought Harry would ever date a bloke let alone�� Seamus
trailed off, tilting his head towards the two dark haired boys.

Ginny
watched as Harry brushed his knuckles along Cyriacus�s cheek before leaning
forward and giving the younger boy a tender kiss. �I think that they�re perfect
for each other.�

�But
Snape�s son?� Ron said with a shudder.

Dean
rolled his eyes. �It�s not like Cyriacus is anything like Snape, Ron. He�s an
awful lot like Harry though, sometimes it seems like they�re twins who�ve been
separated at birth.�

Hermione
snorted. �It�s because they�re Blood Brothers! They take on bits of each
other�s personality and sometimes even their powers.�

�But
I�ve never seen Blood Brothers do that!�
Neville whispered, causing the small group to turn and stare at the two kissing
former Arcanum students. As they watched the two enthusiastically kiss, Harry
finally laughed and gently pushed Cyriacus away.

�Cy
stop it, I need to look like a hero of legend not a star struck boy in love.�
Harry protested with a laugh.

Cyriacus
batted his eyelashes and made a mock innocent expression. �But I was only
kissing you for good luck!�

�Right,
I believe you.� Harry said shaking his head before raising their clasped hands
and kissing Cyriacus�s hand. �Seriously though, the quicker I get this over and
done with and smite Voldemort into fiery ruin, the sooner we can run off and
celebrate.�

Cy
grinned, dark green eyes sparkling. �I�ll take that as a promise, Mr. Potter.
You had best live up to it.�

Harry
snorted. �If I didn�t know better love, I�d say that you were only with me for
the fame, glory and perks of being with the Boy-Who-Lived. I know better
though, and I promise, when this is all over and done with, I�ll lay the world
at your feet and I�ll take you wherever you want to go.�

Cyriacus
grinned and the two shared another kiss and everyone turned back to their
conversations.

Dumbledore
let out a worried sigh and spoke very softly so only Professor McGonagall, who
was standing barely a foot away from him, could hear. �And how will you keep
that promise Harry?�

��love
you, forever and always.� Cyriacus said as he buried his face in Harry�s
shoulder as they hugged.

Harry
smiled sadly as they embraced. �In this world and the next, love.�

Dumbledore
took out a pocket watch and checked the time. �It is time to go, everyone. Say
your final farewells.�

Harry
and Cyriacus exchanged another ravenous kiss, ignoring anyone who might be
looking at each other. Dumbledore turned to McGonagall whose stern eyes looked
slightly sad as she watched the two shared a kiss that might very well be their
last.

�It�s
so unfair.� McGonagall whispered softly.

�No
one has said the Fates are kind, Minerva.� Dumbledore said patting her on the
shoulder as he watched Harry and Cyriacus exchange a final hug and farewell.
�War is kind to no one and it does not discriminate. If it is Harry�s time, at
least he has said all that needs to be said.�

Fudge Manor, Norfolk UK

Wednesday the 27^th of August
1997

4:45 PM

Harry
grumbled as he stepped out of the Aethonan drawn
carriage, before he had taken two steps he was surrounded by the assortment of
guards assigned to him for the evening. As he learned that morning, he himself
would be guarded by at least one Auror and one Hitwzard and while outside on the grounds, his guard would
be doubled. It was an unexpected move to be sure, one that had been recently
added no doubt do to the spy reports the combined Order/Ministry/Defense League
had received on Monday. Once he was surrounded, he was steered towards the
front doors where a squeaking house elf took his simple black velvet cloak.

Around
him he could hear surprised gasps at his choice in dress as he supposed
everyone had assumed he too would be dressed in the sky blue and phoenix robes
of the Order members. Harry smiled wryly as he was ushered to a long greeting
line, in front of him stood a man and woman dressed in silver robes with a
black Thestral on them, signifying them as Transylvanians. They greeted him
with some enthusiasm and for a few minutes they chatted about everything and
nothing. Minutes passed by and soon enough, Harry was being greeted by a
cheerful Cornelius Fudge.

�Harry,
you are looking very fine in those robes! I�m sure your father would be most
proud were he here to see you.� Fudge greeted shaking Harry�s hand.

Harry
smiled politely. �You are too kind, Minister Fudge.�

�Now,
now there�s no need to be quite so formal young man, you may call me
Cornelius!� Fudge said cheerily before he turned to a willowy woman with
brunette hair and weary hazel eyes standing next to him. �Harry, I would like
to introduce you to my lovely wife Iphigenia.�

Harry
bowed and as was polite, raised her hand and kissed it. �I�m honored to meet
you, Mrs. Fudge.�

For
a moment that weariness faded away and her eyes locked on him, as if looking
and weighing him. �The honor is mine, Mr. Potter. I hope that you enjoy
yourself this evening.�

�Of
that, I have no doubt, madam.� Harry answered as he nodded to the Fudges and
continued on into what looked to be the Dining Room. It was a large open room,
filled with numerous tables that seated fifteen. The wall opposite the entrance
was completely filled with windows, letting in the late afternoon light. Large
pots of cut flowers were arranged in the corners and in small vases on the
dining tables. A much larger and longer table stood in the very center of the
room, raised up on a five foot dais.

A
house elf appeared by Harry�s elbow and led the younger wizard to the table on
the dais. Harry groaned as he read the nameplates as he was directed to his
place. It seemed that each of the guests had either the option of coming with
their spouses or bringing their assistants and suffice to say; barely anyone
had brought their spouse. Dinner was going to be a nightmare of political
bantering or worse.

Mr. Cornelius Fudge, British Minister of Magic

Ms. Dolores Umbridge,
Assistant to Mr. Fudge

Mr. Harry Potter, Secondary Representative of the
Order of the Phoenix

Mr. Percival Weasley,
Assistant to Mr. Potter

Mr. Albus Dumbledore, Leader
of the Order of the Phoenix

Mr. Alastor Moody, Assistant
to Mr. Dumbledore

Mrs. Juliana Ramsey, Representative of the
International Coalition

Mr. Thomas Ramsey, Head of the International Hitwizard Squad

As
Harry took his seat, he happened to read the nearby nameplates opposite of him
at the table, while studying the other guests.

Mrs. Janice Novak, Head of the International Coalition
of Aurors, Wst. Hmsp.

Mr. Brendan Ryder, Assistant to Mrs. Novak

Mlle. Nadia Moreau, Head of the Magical Transportation
Department, FR

Mlle. Veronique LaSalle, Assistant to Mlle. Moreau

Mr. Jacob MacDougall, Head of the Magical Law
Enforcement Department, US

Ms. Kristen Reynolds, Assistant to Mr. MacDougall

Mr. Kenneth Davidson, Head of the International
Coalition of Aurors, Est. Hmsp.

Mr. Ian Stone, Assistant to Mr. Davidson

Mme. Amelia Bones, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement
Department, UK

Mr. Roland Jensen, Assistant to Mme. Bones

Harry
froze in horror; oh this was going to be bad! First there was that lewd flirt
Ryder and seated next to him was an unmated quarter Veela
(who was already giving him flirtatious looks) and an unmated quarter Siren
(who was already humming, attempting to ensnare him). Stifling a groan, Harry
closed his eyes briefly; someone really, really
hated him!

Even
if he had taken the Heredity Suppressor earlier in the week, he would still
unconsciously radiate some sex appeal. In fact, it would be even more potent
than the last time he had dined in public as he was no longer a Virgin quarter
Incubus. Considering the two women opposite of him were not wholly human they
would be even more sensitive to his Incubus attraction. Whether he was doing it
on purpose or inadvertently, to them they would not be able to tell the
difference anyways. Dinner was going to be hellish and not only just the political
tension! He was surrounded by a bumbling fool (Fudge), a toad (Umbridge), a stuck up, rule abiding bulldog (Percy), and a twinkly eyed liar (Dumbledore). And then he was seated
across from a randy goat (Ryder), a sea-green eyed Goddess (Moreau) and a sultry
voiced Enchantress (LaSalle).

There
were days where Harry truly believed that he was indeed born under a cursed
star. Had he any doubts prior to the situation he now found himself in, the
last hour would have convinced him beyond a shadow of a doubt. Harry James
Potter had the most unfortunate luck and when Fate decided to turn his world
upside down, it did it with an unmatchable flourish.

Harry
wasn�t even aware of the political tension during the two and a half hour
dinner. The only thing he was aware of was the intense gaze of the three across
from him. The first course of the seven courses was a fruit dish made up of
diced fruit covered in a light sugar glaze. After being served, Harry had
resolutely decided that the torture proceeding his death would be much easier
to bear than the way the three guests across from him were eating their fruit.
Even the prude Percy was flushing and quickly melting at the noises the quarter
Siren was making. The salad, soup and pasta courses went by smoothly as Harry
was engaged in a heated discussion with MacDougall and Moody about Auror training and tactics.

He
should have known that everything would go downhill the moment the lemon sorbet
arrived. Other than the heated looks and the suggestive comments, Harry had
relaxed his guard. So the sudden foot sliding up his trouser leg startled him
so badly he nearly jumped out of his chair and did manage to spill the rest of
his sorbet all over his lap.

�Mr.
Potter? Are you alright?� The Auror asked, eyes
gleaming with a knowing look. Even if no one else was willing to mention or dissaude the three guests attempting to seduce Harry, the Auror obviously found it highly amusing.

Harry
nearly growled at the thirty something Auror. �No,
I�m fine. If you would all excuse me? Cornelius would you please be so kind as
to give me directions to a washroom?�

�Of
course Harry, when you exit the Dining Room, turn right and go down to the end
of the hall, it�s the door next to the painting of my great-uncle Algernon.�

�Thank
you.� Harry said as he calmly rose from his seat and swept out of the room. The
Hitwizard insisted on checking to make sure that
there were no threats, making Harry wait in the hall outside of the washroom
for nearly five minutes. As Harry finally managed to clean up his robes and
wash his sorbet stained hands, he could relax at least knowing that with the
two guards outside he wouldn�t be jumped on. Before leaving the washroom, he
attempted spelling his clothes with a specific Notice-me-not Charm, specially
targeting anyone not wholly human. Ryder he could stand but having the two
women directly across from him playing footsie was not something he wanted to deal with
tonight of all nights.

Returning
back to the Dining room, he busied himself by pretending to listen to Umbridge�s barely veiled insults about the polluting of
Wizarding blood by supposedly non human creatures. That conversation lasted the
entirety of the fish course and Percy spent the entirety of the main course
(herb crusted veal roasted and served on a bed of grilled vegetables) lecturing
Harry on the merits of being a well educated, law abiding citizen. The
Peach-Riesling Sangria couldn�t have come any sooner, in Harry�s opinion. It
was a surprisingly tasteful end to a disastrous dinner and the moment he was at
liberty to flee the table, Harry was out the doors ready to face his
approaching death.

To be continued in Beginnings II�

Finally!!!
It�s done and thank god for that. Hopefully it was worth the three weeks of
waiting! A few quick notes:

Aura device: It will come back again later in the story so I saved
the remaining explanation for later. I figured with the Aura explanation that
might be enough facts for one chapter.

The Spy reports: The Spies use a form of code to ensure that if their
missives can�t be traced back to them. They decided on this particular code
because they compare the Death Eaters to wolf packs, they operate in squads of
twelve and when conducting raids and attacks, are always in pairs of two or
four, never alone. The Inner Circle have the most power and respect so they
would fall under as Alpha wolves with the Betas below them and the rest of the
Common Death Eaters being regular members of a wolf pack with no distinction.

The Vulture is Voldemort, the Wyvern is the Necromancer, the roost refers to Riddle Mansion. Alpha/s refer to the Inner Circle Death
Eaters, Beta/s refer to the First
Tier Death Eaters, Junior Alphas
refer to the Inner Circle�s kids. Viper is
obviously Severus and Chameleon is
Cyriacus.

About the Harry/Cy scene at Grimmauld: No
one knows either of them well enough to guess at how they act in private. So I
pictured the two of them making a big show out of it, because who would know
the difference right? They�re Blood Brothers and share a Bond. So the sappiness
was intentional, after all McGonagall sucked it up rather well. (sniggers)
Besides, this will make things more �tragic� later on.

About Iphigenia Fudge: I chose this name for a particular reason. In Greek
Mythology, Iphigenia is the daughter of Agamemnon who is sacrificed to Artemis
either due to her father slighting Artemis or killing one of her creatures. She
will have a role in this story so don�t forget her!

About the Dinner: I couldn�t help but torture Harry a little more,
especially as this was in public and there wasn�t anything he could do about it
without offending his �allies�. Though this does set things up for later�Harry
never forgets someone who irritates him or crosses him. Expect some form of
revenge later down the road.

Anyways,
I hoped you enjoyed the latest installment of ID and please do read and review!
I love hearing from you all and I like to know what�s working and what�s not.

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