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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297906 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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- 13
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This chapter is written by: Aya Macchiato

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Chapter 13

Around 2 pm, Molly Weasley popped in, informing the group that she had a late lunch ready so they all made their way down the stairs then into the kitchen where a more humble table than the extravagant one Harry had seen in the dining room was set up and the group had their meal there.

The mood was still fairly subdued and Ron still seemed to be brooding from their earlier earth shattering discussion on Dumbledore. Mrs. Weasley remarked on it but only got a grunt in return. Seeing no signs of getting an answer to her inquiries, she simply sighed and shrugged, refocusing on the meal. Sirius and Remus joined them for the meal but didn't say much. Interactions with Sirius seem obviously strained between he and Mrs. Weasley but their interactions were generally genial.

The meal ended, then Remus and Sirius quickly disappeared back upstairs while the young Gryffindors returned to the drawing room on the second floor. The Weasley's all, almost instantly, took seats around the front of the room but Harry slowly walked around the space examining it and taking it all in. The whole room was filled with delicious dark taint but there was a glass case along the far back wall that seemed especially potent. He opened it up and found that it was empty, frowned in disappointment.

"What was in here?" he asked as Hermione came to stand behind him.

"Oh, it was quite an assortment of items. Mrs. Weasley had us just throw it all out. We couldn't identify much of any of it but she was sure it was all Dark or cursed in some way."

"And she just tosses it all out just because she thinks the stuff could be Dark?" Harry asked with incredulity and annoyance clear in his voice. "That stuff could have been valuable or rare. They could have had historical value! Or been powerful, rare, magical artifacts!"

"Well, yes, but they were all Dark." Hermione said hesitantly, giving Harry a cautious look before glancing back at the other Weasley's on the opposite side of the room.

"And all things Dark should be eradicated just because they're Dark," Harry said with a sarcastic sneer. His voice was low and directed right at Hermione so the others wouldn't hear.

Hermione glanced back at the others once more, all still seated towards the opposite side of the room and saw that none of them were paying them any attention. She turned back to Harry. "I... may have saved some of it," she whispered quietly.

Harry looked at her with legitimate surprise. "You did?" he asked.

Hermione pulled her lower lip between her teeth and gave another cautious glance back at the Weasleys. "I... well, I agree that some of those things looked valuable. Not just in a monetary way, of course, but in a historical value way. The Blacks are one of the oldest magical lines still alive in Britain and there are loads of things in this house that, while Dark, still have a valid historical value. And some of the magical artifacts looked really fascinating. Also..." she hesitated again before sighing and shaking her head. "The house elf here, Kreacher, he's such a sad sight. I mean, he's gone terribly mad over the years being in this nasty old house all alone but it's obvious that he loved his family. Even if they were all Dark wizards. He was so upset that we were throwing out all of these Black family treasures so I helped him pick out certain objects and we've hidden them in Sirius' brother's room."

"Regulus's room?"

"Right."

Harry nodded his head thoughtfully, making note to go check out Regulus's room as soon as he was able to ditch the ginger brigade.

He focused back on Hermione and she was still gnawing away at her bottom lip nervously and looked as if she were contemplating something a bit unsettling.

"Is there anything wrong, Hermione?" Harry asks in a gentle voice.

"I... um... Harry, what do you think... what's your opinion on er... Dark magic?" she asked hesitantly, while occasionally glancing back towards the Weasley's nervously.

Deep inside, Harry was grinning like a mad man. Outwardly, he took on a look of mild surprise.

Hermione quickly began to backtrack, obviously reading his surprised look in a negative way. "Not the whole Unforgivables type of Dark magic, of course, but um... just, well the traditions and the er... the beliefs that old Dark Families hold. I mean, it's not all about hating muggles. In fact, many of them don't! It's really only the extremists that promote muggle extermination and they've given the rest of the old Dark families a bad name, did you realize that? Most Dark families just follow an isolationist mentality. They don't want to kill all muggles, they just don't want to risk exposure. I really didn't realize all this and I feel so stupid for never having really investigated it before. I just took everything that people said at face value, and I never do that! I'm so angry at myself for that! I just took people like Malfoy as the example of what all old pure-blood Dark magic families were like then just assumed it meant they were all ignorant bigots who were all about supremacist dogma and muggle-hating. But it's not all about Dark Lords and torture curses or entrails-expelling curses. There's this rich cultural heritage that goes back thousands of years, and it's all so fascinating! They just want to protect their history and traditions. They're afraid that the magical ministries are going to outlaw everything they hold dear just because they're afraid of all the extremists, and..."

"Hermione!" Harry said rather loudly while holding up his hands and finally getting her to stop, but also drawing a curious look from Ginny across the room. Harry leaned in closer and kept his voice lower. "Do you want to offer me a tour of the house? Sirius really only took me up to the 3rd floor and just described what was in the rest of the house. We could talk somewhere with fewer ears."

Hermione nodded slowly for a moment before her eyes lit up and she let out a small, excited squeak. "Have you seen the library yet?" she asked, enthusiastically. Harry found himself grinning in amusement. Leave it to Hermione to get excited about a library. Despite this, he actually found himself rather curious and honestly even excited about the thought of exploring the library of an ancient Dark family. He wondered if Sirius would let him take some of the books with him. He wouldn't doubt that Tom would absolutely love to go sifting through an old Dark wizarding family's library. He had once told Harry about his youth in Hogwarts when he was still a dirt-poor orphan and how he would win books off his rich dorm-mates with card games. They all had family libraries full of old books and had no appreciation for how valuable they were since they had always just been there.

"No, I haven't seen it yet. How about you take me up there?"

She nodded enthusiastically and led Harry out of the drawing room with a quick word to the others telling them that she was taking Harry to see the library, which none of the Weasley's seemed at all keen to follow, so none offered.

They climbed the stairs to the third landing and Hermione led Harry directly to the door that Sirius had earlier pointed out led to the library. One step inside and Harry felt his head go a bit fuzzy. There was a ridiculous amount of Dark magic in the air and it was almost inebriating. Harry found himself with a hazy grin plastered across his face for a moment before he got himself under control.

The air was thick with the musty scent of old parchment and ink as well as the deep, powerful, taint of Dark magic. There were definitely some nasty books within these walls. The library itself was surprisingly large and Harry realized that it had to have had some sort of space expansion charm because it looked too big to fit within the size of the house as he knew it.

He took several slow steps forward, walking right past Hermione and taking in the impressive space with wide, awed eyes. He walked down several of the rows of bookcases, lightly running his fingertips over the spines of the books, feeling the delicious tingle that would shoot through him with great intensity whenever he brushed against one of the especially Dark books, the ones that were likely to curse you if you tried to open them with the wrong intentions. His eyes trailed over the titles aimlessly, and he found he recognized quite a few from Tom's library as well as from references in other books he'd read of Tom's. It was a remarkable library. He wished, desperately, that he could bring Tom here, and wondered if there was some way to maybe sneak 'Nick' in. Maybe at Yule? He certainly wasn't willing to spend his entire winter holiday in this house but, maybe, he could visit for Christmas day and talk the Order into letting him bring 'Nick' with him. Would the Weasley's be spending the winter holidays here just like they'd spent the last month of summer?

"So, you don't exactly seem averse to it..." Hermione said, hesitantly, as she observed Harry's reverent gaze at the books, many of which were of a very questionable standing.

Harry turned to refocus on her, trying to recall exactly what she was talking about. Oh, right... "Dark magic, you mean?" he asked.

She nodded her head. "I didn't think you'd like it. I mean, Dark anything is always associated with V-Voldemort and the Death Eaters. I was worried that you'd be instantly biased against it just like..."

"Just like the Weasley's?" Harry finished and Hermione ducked her head and nodded sheepishly. "Well, I can definitely say that I'm more open-minded to it than Ron will ever be. I don't think that the twins would be so close-minded about it though. They may be safe to talk to. Have they been spending any time in here?"

"I don't know," Hermione replied blankly.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they were. They're working on inventions for a joke shop they hope to open after they graduate and I can imagine several tomes in this library would be valuable to them..." Harry's words trailed off as he looked around the comfortable Dark place with a small smile on his face.

Hermione looked around and shivered lightly, frowning at the books. "I guess they would. I haven't seen them here though."

"I imagine they're being discreet. I'm sure Molly would pitch a right fit if she found any of her children reading books from here." Harry said with a chuckle.

Hermione took on an exasperated look and nodded in agreement. "I'm sure you've got that right." She paused and after a moment's hesitation she spoke again, "So why aren't you more averse to all this Dark magic stuff? I really would have expected you to be strongly against it."

Harry shrugged. "I suppose my investigations into Dark affinities and Dark magic really started after I started working on my parselmage abilities last fall. I kept insisting to people that being a parseltongue didn't make me a Dark wizard, getting all uppity and defensive about it but, well, eventually I had to step out of denial land then admit and come to terms with the fact that parselmagic is a form of Dark magic because it's a blood trait gained from being a descendant of naga, a Dark creature race whose magic is inherently Dark. But just because it's Dark doesn't mean it's bad. Which really got me to open my eyes to the fact that Dark does not equal evil just like Light doesn't equal good. I mean, look at bloody Dumbledore. He's the Light Lord but that certainly doesn't mean that he's the most morally superior man on the planet. Look at what he's done to me! Light and Dark are not the same as good and evil."

Hermione took in his words, nodding her head slowly before offering him a small, and slightly sad smile. "Nothing is ever truly as simple as it seems when you're a child," Hermione said, sadly. "There's really no such thing as simple black and white."

Harry nodded in agreement and gave her a soft smile.

Harry and Hermione proceeded to talk for the next hour about their blossoming views on Dark magic, magical affinities in general, the misconceptions propagated about Dark wizarding families and why that would be. Hermione couldn't understand how the old, powerful, Dark wizarding families could be suffering from prejudices when they were supposed to be so powerful but Harry argued that their 'powerful standing' really was an old misconception, especially in Britain. He argued that the masses, which were mostly neutral in affinity, were the ones with the most power but they were controlled by their fears. Those who desired control and who managed to get themselves into powerful positions had latched onto that fear then expanded upon it, using it to grow their own selfish desire for political power.

While Voldemort had fought for power through mostly terrorist acts of revolution, striking out against the established powerbase, others had gained strong footholds of power by manipulating the public to willingly support being oppressed, through fear tactics.

Those in power needed someone to point the finger at. Someone to blame for all the people's woes, and the victim in this case were the Dark wizards the same way a lot of Dark wizards pointed the finger at muggles for all their problems.

Hermione had said that Viktor and his family had said much the same thing, that it really did make a lot sense, even if it was absolutely horrible.

They were just about to draw to a close when Ginny popped her head in looking for them and talking them into coming back to the drawing room. The three went back down the stairs to find only Ron there. The twins had, apparently, run off to their room to do some more of their secret experiments so Ron was getting moody and annoying to be around without someone else to act as a buffer thus, Ginny seeking them out to save her from her brother's moody wrath.

The four played a couple games of exploding snap before Harry stood up from the couch, stretched his back and grumbled about needing to stretch his legs. He made another slow trek around the drawing room and came to a stop before the large family tapestry that hung on one wall.

Ginny and Hermione joined him, followed by a reluctant Ron.

"The Black Family tree?" Ginny asked, looking at him curiously.

"Harry, you said your grandmum was a Black?" Hermione asked.

"That's right," Harry said, pointing his hand up to the name 'Dorea Black (Potter); 1920-1977', connected to Charlus Potter and a thin line to the word 'One Son'.

"Because she was a female Black and married into another family, her son's name isn't included on the tapestry," Harry explained to Hermione who was looking at the tapestry with a bit of confusion. "If you look there," Harry said, pointing at the line from Cygnus Black and Druella (Rosier) that listed three daughters, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and a burned spot where the third name was blasted off, "you'll notice that it lists the women and their husbands' names but doesn't list the name of their kids."

Hermione suddenly gasped. "Lucius Malfoy?"

Harry chuckled. "Oh, yeah, didn't I mention? I discovered this summer that I'm related to bloody Malfoy." Harry groaned playfully. "Yeah, so Narcissa Black married Lucius Malfoy and had 'One Son'. If you trail the tree back up, Narcissa's father is Cygus Black whose father is Pollux Black who's sister was Dorea Black whose son was James Potter."

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "You're related to Malfoy!"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, he and I are cousins. But if you look at this thing you'll see that I'm related to a lot more than just him, although the others are more distant. Heck, look here." Harry walked over to one of the farther branches and pointed at the name 'Lucretia Black' who married Ignatius Prewett. "Prewett, isn't that your mum's maiden name?" Harry asked the two gingers.

Ron's eyes went wide. "Merlin's Beard! Mum's aunt Lucretia was a Black?"

"Lucretia Black was Orion Black's sister and Orion Black was Sirius's dad." Harry said making the two Gingers appear even more stunned.

"So does that make us cousins too?" Ron asked, looking at Harry with shock.

"Well, no, not really. I mean, you said that she was your mum's aunt?"

"Er... right. Ignatius was mum's uncle."

"Then you're not actually descended from her. You're legally related through marriage, but not through blood. You don't have any Black blood in you while I do. So, legally, we are distantly related through a familial marriage but not through any shared blood."

"Oh, I see," Ron mumbled still looking confused.

"Besides, even if you were descended from her, she was the daughter of Orion Black, who was from a totally different branch of the Black family than the one I'm connected to. Orion Black married Walburga Black who had Sirius and Regulus. I'm more closely related to the side of the family that Walburga came from. You're related, although, only legally, to the side that Orion came from. See?" Harry said, pointing out on the tree how it all worked.

"Wait," Hermione said suddenly with dawning realization and a slightly pinched face. "Orion Black married Walburga Black? But they were cousins!"

"If you look closer, they weren't the only Blacks to do it," Harry said with a slightly amused smirk pointing at two other instances on the tree where a Black married a Black. Hermione did not look particularly impressed with this.

"So Harry," Ginny started, "how did you discover all this? You sounded like you already knew, and before you mentioned having already known about your relation to Malfoy."

"Over the summer I did a bunch of genealogy research. Mostly, I was looking up my mum's side but, while I was at it, I wrote to the London Branch of the Wizarding Genealogical Society and requested a copy of the Potter family tree. After I saw that my grandmum was a Black, I wrote again and requested a copy of the Black family tree to see if I was actually related to Sirius by blood. Which I am. Which is actually pretty brilliant, but not really the point."

"You said you were looking up your mum's side?" Hermione asked.

Harry turned to her with bright eyes. "I was. And I discovered that her maternal great-grandmother was a squib who got disowned from a wizarding pureblood family and ended up having to live her life as a muggle."

Ginny gasped in excitement, Ron looked shocked, and Hermione just gaped at him.

"But... I thought your mum was a muggleborn?" Ron replied with a confused voice.

"From the reading and research I've been doing this summer, I don't think there's really any such thing as a true 'muggleborn'. Any so-called muggleborn is really just the first magical child in several generations of squibs." Harry explained. "There has to be an origin for the magic. It can't just spring up out of nowhere. Pure human's have no magic in them. They have to have blood from a magical source to make them magical, ancestors, even hundreds of generations back, who were magical creatures. Witches and Wizards came to be because humans had children with magical beings like dryads, pouka, nymphs, incubi, succubi, sidhe, harpies, veela, and nagas. My mum descended from a line that had, at some point long ago, bred with naga. It's where my parselmage abilities come from. Not because Voldemort supposedly gave me some of his powers, like Dumbledore tried to tell me back in second year. I biologically inherited it from my mum's magical ancestors."

Hermione gasped. "You really think so, Harry? But your mum wasn't a parselmouth, was she?"

"No, but I think the magic was still too weak inside her to give her access to her naga bloodtraits. Just standard neutral magic. There was barely enough magic left in her blood just to make her a pretty decent witch after several generations of breeding with muggles, let alone provide a powerful enough core to tap into her heredity creature magic. But, since my dad was a pure-blood with a wide variety of different creature blood in his family tree, it was enough to provide me with a powerful enough core to tap into it. That's my theory anyway."

"But how can you be sure that you mum descended from a family that had naga blood?" Hermione asked.

"I looked them up. The family my ancestor came from were all parselmouths. The last of them died out about fifty years ago so the family line is gone and dead."

"I wonder if you could legally claim decent from them," Hermione mused.

Harry shrugged. "I doubt it. I think they disowned and disinherited my ancestor the moment they were sure she was a squib. Not that they had anything left to their name that I could inherit anyway. The family died off, penniless, and any family treasures vanished with their deaths. Not that I really care about that. It's just neat knowing where I came from, you know?"

Hermione's eyes were glowing with intrigue and awe and she looked wistfully at the family tree on the wall before suddenly taking on a look of contemplation.

"You should look into your ancestors too, Hermione," Harry said with a gentle, encouraging smile.

She looked at him and nodded. "I think so too, I just don't know where to start."

"Well, like I said last year, for a fee the goblins can perform a blood inheritance test but that will only tell you if you descend from someone that has an open vault with them. It wouldn't have worked for me since the family I descend from didn't have any money in Gringotts. I've heard of a ritual that's used to generate family trees, like this one," Harry said, waving his hand at the large Black family tapestry on the wall, "so that it's self-updating and everything. With the proper spells, it will generate the last so-many generations on the tree automatically. I'm not entirely sure what's involved or necessary but we can look it up. I'd be willing to bet that one of the books in the Black library would detail how it's done."

"Oh, Harry! That would be fantastic!"

The rest of the afternoon was mostly uneventful. Dinner was, once again, rather awkward, then conversation between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley was clearly strained. Afterwards, Harry followed Ron up to their now shared room and Harry removed his trunk from his pocket, tapped his wand on the top, unshrinking it, it then shoved it against the foot of the tiny twin-sized bed that would be his for the next two nights. He grimaced at the thought of that before sighing heavily.

Ron opted to return to the drawing room in hopes of drawing the twins into a game of gobstones and Harry told him that he'd probably join them in about twenty minutes or so because he wanted to relax for a bit while he sorted through his trunk.

As soon as Ron had left then Harry was sure the ginger was back on the 2nd landing and in the drawing room, he pulled his cypress wand out of his trunk, cast an area silencing charm around his shoes, slipped the wand into his inner pocket before his way out of the room, up the stairs to the 4th landing, then silently down the hall to Regulus' room. He took extra care to be as quiet as possible since Regulus' room was across the hall from Sirius' room as Sirius and Lupin were both in there. In fact, Harry could hear the muffled sound of the two of them talking through the closed door.

He slipped through the door to Regulus' bedroom and closed it behind him without making a single noise. Before he even turned to face the room he could feel the strong presence of Dark magic in it. Of course, the whole house was still saturated with Dark magic but, while Mrs. Weasley had succeeded in ridding the rest of the house of its precious artifacts and heirlooms, Regulus' room clearly still had numerous Dark objects in it.

Harry turned and took in the room before him. The Slytherin colours of emerald and silver were everywhere, draping the bed, the walls and the windows. The Black family crest was painstakingly painted over the bed along with its motto 'Toujours Pur'. Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage featuring news on various Death Eater attacks, rumors and speculation about Voldemort.

Against the wall to Harry's right was a study desk that was covered messily with papers, books and old quills, all covered in a thick layer of dust. Past that was a chest high dresser that was covered with an assortment of old relics. It was from this direction that Harry sensed the most powerful of the Dark objects. He took a few steps closer then paused. He scrunched up his face with a mild air of confusion. Something felt... familiar. Harry wasn't sure how to put the sensation he felt into words, but something about the magic felt like home. Which made absolutely no sense at all.

He walked over to the dresser and his hand hovered over the front of it for a moment before it was drawn to the 2nd drawer from the top. He pulled it open and discovered the drawer was filled with Dark treasures. Any clothes that may have once resided in the drawer had been removed to make room for them.

He examined the scattered collection of objects that lay in the drawer. There was a magnificent necklace of opals, a glass eyeball, a pair of rather evil looking carved wooden masks, a rusty spiked instrument of some sort, several ancient-looking rings, some earrings, a broken mirror and...

Harry sucked in a harsh breath as his eyes laid upon the source of the familiar magic that had called him this drawer. It was a silver locket on a long delicate chain. The locket itself featured an ornate jewel-encrusted S on the front made to look like a snake. He could feel the magic thrumming through the locket in the rhythmic beat of a heart.

Tom's heart...

Harry's hand extended into the drawer, trembling slightly as he neared the object that Tom had once described to him. Why was it here? Wasn't it supposed to be in some heavily guarded cave somewhere, surrounded by an army of inferi?

Finally, his fingers grasped the delicate chain and he pulled it out of the drawer. He lowered the locket into his other palm and, suddenly, released a gush of breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.

The locket was cold to the touch and, yet, it somehow felt almost warm in his hand. Like that point where something is so cold that it almost feels hot. He could swear he felt the rhythmic beat within it against his hand. The swirling power of the piece of Tom's soul that was trapped within the tiny confines of the silver founder's heirloom was pleasant and soothing. Harry quickly found himself slipping the chain over his head and securing the locket under the front of his robes, hanging down beside his glamor ring that was still on a chain that was currently also around his neck.

The locket was cold against his chest but the sensation of burning warmth quickly replaced it. It almost felt as if the heartbeat of the locket was in sync with his own. He could almost feel the magic of Tom's soul that was deep within himself, greeting the piece that was in the locket. But perhaps he was just imagining that in his head.

Harry glanced back at the drawer but anything else of interest that remained within it paled in comparison to what he had just discovered so he closed it then quickly slipped from the room to return to his and Ron's shared room on the second landing. The room was still empty and Harry quickly locked the door. He found himself standing in the center of the room almost frozen with shock. It took him a moment to shake himself of it and sit down on his bed. He closed his eyes, cleared his breathing then called out to Tom through their connection.

Voldemort was sitting at the head of the long table in the conference room of Riddle manor. Lucius Malfoy, Giles Vanity, Montgomery King, Clive Selwinn, and Augustus Rookwood were all sitting around him listening as Lucius gave his weekly report. These were the members of his Death Eaters that held high positions within the Ministry of Magic and he called them in at least once a week to report on their work as well as any new information that was pertinent to their cause. They also gave written reports but he still preferred to have these meetings face to face since it always gave him a better idea of their real impressions on what was happening then could be conveyed in written reports.

Despite the importance of what was being discussed, he found himself distracted and disinterested. Which was bothersome and annoying. What was most annoying was knowing the reason for his distraction.

He missed Harry.

It was so absurd. Utterly ridiculous. It had been less than one day and he missed the boy. It wasn't as if he wouldn't be back in a few days. And he'd left the manor for nearly this long to go out and run errands or meet with people to work on alliances.. He almost huffed out in frustration but Dark Lords do not huff in front of their followers for no apparent reason. If he huffed in frustration while Lucius was talking, the man would likely misinterpret it and think he had done something to displease him. In reality, he was hardly even paying attention to Lucius. His mind kept flitting back to his impromptu confession to Harry upon his departure.

He still wasn't sure what had possessed him to do such a thing. He knew he had fallen in love with the boy. He wouldn't deny that and he knew that Harry knew it too. It was an unspoken understanding.

Harry had said the words to him a few times. Most often during sex. Harry even chanted it from time to time. His favorite was when Harry chanted it in parseltongue in that breathy voice.

He paused in his thoughts to regain control of himself. He nearly smiled. Bloody hell, what would his followers think of him if he let his emotions show on his face with them gathered here?

He let a small scowl slip onto his face before forcing back an impassive mask. It was nearly obscene the effect Harry had on him. Not nearly. It was obscene. And yet he had no desire to change anything about it. He just had to get control of himself. Harry would be back in a couple days and, with the use of his time-turner, he would be able to be here every day so things could continue to progress smoothly.

Voldemort had just succeeded in refocusing his attention on his followers when he felt a familiar intrusion into his mind.

'Tom?'

He blinked but kept his face blank.

'Yes Harry? Is this important? I'm in the middle of a meeting.'

'Important? Yes. Definitely important.' Harry replied and there was something to his tone that caused concern to bubble up in the Dark Lord's chest.

He held his hand up, cutting Lucius off mid-word, causing the other Death Eaters to all look at Voldemort with confusion and hesitation.

"Wait a moment, Lucius, something had just come to my attention." Voldemort said before looking, unfocused, away.

'What is it, Harry?'

'You said that Slytherin's locket was one of your horcruxes, right?'

'Yes.'

'And you're positive that it's in some cave somewhere under a mountain of protections?"

'Yes, I'm positive. Harry, wh..."

'Can you think of any reason why it would be in the Black family home, instead?'

'Harry, what are you talking about?'

'It's here, Tom. Or rather, right now, it's around my neck.'

'You must be mistaken...'

"I'm not. It's still a horcrux. The piece of your soul is still inside it and it called me to it. I can feel it inside the locket right now.'

Voldemort felt a wave of mixed emotions roaring through him. Confusion and disbelief was the strongest of them. But anger, and even a bit of fear, was mixed in with them. How... HOW was it possible for the locket to have been found let alone moved?

And...

'The Order of the Phoenix... Dumbledore... you don't suppose ...?"

'I have no idea but I almost get the impression that no one realized it was here. Hermione told me that Mrs. Weasley had them all cleaning out the house and they were just throwing out every Dark artifact they found. Hermione and the family house elf had saved some of them, hidding them in Regulus' room because the elf wouldn't let anyone in there to clean. It sounded like it would have gotten thrown out with the trash if she hadn't saved it.'

'Regulus' room?' Voldemort replied before a memory flashed through his mind and he paused. 'Regulus' elf was the one I used to test the protections around locket,' he recalled, suddenly.

'Was the elf's name Kreacher?'

'I honestly don't know what the little beast's name was. I left it there to die with the inferi.'

'Well what if it didn't stay there and die?'

'It couldn't have escaped.'

'Couldn't it have just 'popped' out?'

'It's impossible to Apparate in or out of the cave. There are wards in place...'

'Yeah, but house elves can pop in and out of wizard wards, easy.' Harry pointed out.

Voldemort felt himself freeze in place and he had to swallow the undignified groan that wanted to escape from his throat. 'Merlin, I was such a fool!'

'It's an easy thing to overlook.'

'No, it was a foolish thing to overlook! There's no telling how long the locket has been outside the protections of the cave... and in the Black family home... in the house Dumbledore has chosen to use as his headquarters! Circe, what are the chances...?'

'What are the chances that I would just randomly stumble across it? Pretty damn lucky if you ask me.' Harry said.

Voldemort mentally chuckled, but it was tinged with obvious exasperation. 'I swear, love, you're blood is made of felix felicis." He paused and let out the smallest of sighs. "Thank you for finding it.'

"Master?" Lucius' hesitant and slightly concerned voice cut through and Voldemort looked up then gave the blond aristocrat a sharp look, holding up a finger to indicate him to wait.

'I need to return to the meeting, love.'

'Of course. I'll bring the locket with me when I come back in two days and I'll keep it safe until then.'

'I know you will.'

Voldemort felt Harry's consciousness leave his mind and let out another small breath of air. He scowled down at the table for a moment as his mind processed what he had just discovered. For who knows how many years, and if Regulus was involved, it had to be at least fifteen years, since the man had disappeared... disappeared with absolutely no explanation. Perhaps he had fallen victim to the cave's protections? The elf could 'pop' out but Regulus would not have been able to escape with the locket. In any case, the locket had been missing from it's safe place for at least fifteen years and he had been completely ignorant of that fact.

He wondered, suddenly, if his faith in his other locations' protections could also be empty. Was it possible for any of the others to have been discovered or disturbed? The diary that he had left with Lucius, he paused and glared up at the blond who instantly paled and cowered a bit under the deathly glare of his Lord, and the diary had been destroyed. He had left the locket in the cave and if it weren't for Harry's bizarre, unnatural luck, it could have been lost. Thrown out with the trash by some idiotic blood-traitor witch, or worse, discovered by Dumbledore and destroyed.

The ring... the ring was hidden beneath the Gaunt's hovel in Little Hangleton. It was...

He froze. Dumbledore knew about Little Hangleton and the Riddles. Could he also know about the Gaunts? If he went to investigate it would he discover the ring?

He needed to check on his horcruxes. He needed to know that they were still safe and intact. He could have Harry check on the diadem once he was back at Hogwarts, and once he was able to get his followers out of Azkaban, he would have Bella check on the cup. There really was no chance that it would be missing since the Goblins loyalties lie with the customer and not the Ministry. They would never hand over the contents of a vault to the Ministry, even if the owner of the vault were incarcerated in Azkaban.

Still, he needed to know.

He would go tomorrow and begin checking on them.

The rest of Harry's evening was completely uneventful. He kept the locket around his neck with his ring and kept his high collar fastened shut. After spending some time in the drawing room with the other teens, he and Hermione went to the Black library then started looking for any signs of a book that would describe how a family tree was generated.

They didn't have any luck but they still had all day tomorrow to look. Finally, Harry retired to his shared room, slipped into a pair of dark gray satin sleep pants, bid Ron goodnight, and lay in bed, until Ron's obnoxious snoring became loud enough that Harry was sure the ginger was out cold. He pulled his cypress wand out from under his pillow where he had slipped it earlier that night, and cast a two way silencing ward around his side of the room that would break if Ron got out of bed.

Relieved by the sudden decrease is ear-shattering noise, Harry returned his wand to its hiding place, slipped into his mindscape and along the connection to Tom's mind. The other was preparing for bed and felt Harry's arrival. The pair conversed while Tom finished his preparations then for a while longer after he had climbed into the bed. Tom told Harry of the meetings he had had that day and any things learned worth note. Tom also told him of his intentions to investigate the Gaunt shack to make sure the ring was still were it was supposed to be.

Finally, they said their good nights and Harry slipped from Tom's mind and returned to the dismal, discomfort of the tiny foreign bed. Nearly an hour passed and Harry was still trying in vain to sleep. Tom had finally drifted off to sleep, Harry could feel it through their connection, and he wasn't about to wake the other just because he was suffering from insomnia. Tom was comfortable and warm in their wonderful bed. Harry was on a lumpy, musty, ratty old mattress that was, until very recently, infested with doxies. It really was no wonder that Harry was having trouble sleeping. He didn't exactly anticipate anything better the following night either and was glad that he only had to spend two nights in this bed.

No matter how much the deep Dark taint of the house comforted him, he still didn't like being in it. The Dark magic that existed in Riddle manor was younger, only having been introduced since Tom had taken residence in the house, but it was familiar and Harry missed it.

Harry sighed heavily and twisted onto his side, trying to get comfortable on the monstrosity that was pretending to be a mattress. Ron was still out cold across the room on his own lumpy bed. Harry could see the other boy's mouth open and close with what was undoubtedly very loud snoring then was grateful, for the nth time, for silencing charms. That his trace was gone so he had no problems with casting them here.

Harry tried to clear his mind but found himself thinking over his interactions with his old 'friends' from the previous day. Things really had gone generally well with the Weasley brood and Hermione. He had known that the gingers would be the hardest to do any of this with, and he was still going to have to make regular dips into Ron's mind, shudder the thought, to see if the jealous prat had ratted Harry out to his parents or to Dumbledore.

It would be inconvenient if Ron did but it wouldn't be a huge detriment to Harry's plans. He hadn't told Ron that he had gone Dark, only that he didn't trust or want to work with Dumbledore anymore. And if that got back to Dumbles, or the senior Weasley's, Harry was still confident that he could work it to his advantage. That he could argue with them that if they wanted him to trust them that they should be honest with him and share information with him. They would either refuse to do so and he would have even more valid reasons to openly not trust them or they would share info and he could use that against them. It was perfect.

And yet it didn't look like he had an awful lot to be concerned over since Ron had seemed surprisingly open to the web of lies Harry had spun for them. Harry found himself smirking into the darkness of the room.

Harry really didn't believe much of what he had told to them nor what he had told to the Minister earlier that month. They were basically paranoid conspiracy theories, and even Harry, with all his deep seeded hatred of Dumbledore, realized that they were probably not entirely true, at least not to the extreme extent Harry had hinted at. It was highly unlikely that Dumbledore had been intentionally slipping Light magic into the curriculum with the intention of raising generations of Light wizards to serve in his own personal army. However, that was just the sort of paranoid concerns that would feed into Minister Fudge's easily manipulated little mind.

Yes, the Hogwarts curriculum had been slowly introducing more and more Light magic into everyday practice but it was unlikely that it was a part of some large insidious plot. Harry knew this. It still made for a very convincing argument when delivered well. And he could deliver it quite well.

He also didn't believe that Dumbledore frequently used Legilimency on the students of Hogwarts. He did believe that Dumbledore had been using it on him. However, the other students... not so much. In fact, the fact that he hadn't read Hermione's mind during the meeting with her up in his office towards the end of last term just went to show that he probably avoided using it on students unless truly necessary. At the time, he apparently hadn't thought the need was great enough to violate Hermione's privacy by delving into her thoughts.

He didn't doubt that Dumbledore had implanted the suggestion about Myrtle's bathroom and the revelation that Dumbledore had visited the Weasley's the summer before first year was definitely interesting but he didn't think Dumbles had made a regular habit of reading the mind of Harry's 'friends'. Although that could likely change now...

He knew he needed to teach some of them Occlumency. Hermione at the least. He intended to keep tabs on Ron's mind so it wouldn't be very beneficial to teach the ginger idiot how to shield his mind but he highly doubted that Ron had the propensity for it anyway.

Aside from the revelation that he didn't trust Dumbledore, Harry had no intentions of letting anything more sensitive slip in Ron's presence so hopefully it wouldn't be a big problem if Ron couldn't protect his mind from Dumbledore.

It was enough that Harry had planted the seeds of doubt in all of their minds. They were all going to be second guessing and paying closer attention to Dumbledore's actions from here on out, that was exactly what Harry wanted.

After all, Dumbledore does regularly do some rather questionable things all on his own. People usually dismissed it as him 'being eccentric', or him 'being Dumbledore'. But now that the seeds of doubt had been planted, they would be less apt to just ignore it and more likely to look for deeper motives.

Harry shifted again and sighed, annoyed at his inability to sleep. He missed Tom. It was really that simple. Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind and Harry twisted around, leaned over the side of his bed then hissed the password to the third compartment of his trunk. He opened it enough to slip his hand inside and pulled out the locket. He had placed it in there so Ron wouldn't see him wearing it. He shut his trunk, got back into bed and placed the locket around his neck.

Instantly, the familiar presence washed over him and he sighed contently.

This was exactly what he needed. Or at least, as close to it as he could hope to get at the moment.

The bed was still uncomfortable the pillow smelled of dust and storage, the bed was frustratingly small, but at least he didn't feel so alone in it anymore. Sure, he carried a piece of Tom with him at all times anyway but he'd come to realize that the sliver of Tom's soul that had accidentally gotten lodged within him was considerably smaller than the pieces intentionally broken off for the horcruxes. Tom suspected it was one of the reasons that the piece of Tom within Harry was really only capable of such stilted and staccato conversation. And even that was limited to only when Harry went into his mindscape. His 'companion' no longer had the strength to come into his waking mind of its own will. That power had left it when the pieces of Tom's personality had returned to him through their link.

So it was reasonable that the power and strength of the horcrux in the locket would feel stronger. Less than ten minutes passed before Harry had completely slipped into slumber and, when he woke the next morning, he felt completely rested.

Harry, once again, dressed in some fashionable modern-day wizard robe, since he found them far more appealing and comfortable than the traditional ones that, as far as he was concerned, looked more like frilly dresses than sensible male fashion. His attire had Ron's little green monster of envy silently rearing its ugly head behind his blue eyes as he watched Harry get dressed for the day. In the bathroom, Harry had used his cypress wand to cast a notice-me-not on both the locket and his glamor ring that he had once again hung around his neck on a chain before he secured the wand in his disillusioned wrist holster. His holly wand was in his outer robe pocket just for show. He couldn't use it because it was summer and underage wizards 'couldn't use magic' in the summer. But he knew in years past he would have kept it on him anyway, just out of habit and comfort, so he did so now just to keep up appearances.

Breakfast was comfortable enough since Sirius was, apparently, a late sleeper and Mrs. Weasley was clearly in a much better mood without him present. Mr. Weasley joined them, since it was a Saturday and he didn't have to work.

After breakfast, Harry and Hermione went to the library to continue their quest for a spell or ritual to generate a family tree. Ginny said she'd probably join them later to help, while Ron just grumbled about how he refused to spend the last day of his summer holidays around books then went back to he and Harry's room.

Harry and Hermione had been going through the shelves of books for about an hour when Hermione opened yet another book that wailed and screamed at her so she slammed it shut in a frustrated huff.

"How are you doing it?" she moaned in exasperation and Harry blinked at her in confusion.

"Doing what?"

"You haven't opened a single book that screamed at you, or tried to bite you, or anything like that! Am I just unlucky and getting all the really nasty ones? Or do you know something I don't?"

"Ooh," Harry said with dawning comprehension and a light chuckle. "Nah, I can just sense it. Which ones to avoid, I mean."

Hermione scrunched up her face and looked confused. "What do you mean, you can sense it?"

"I sort of... feel magic in things. It started about a year ago and I've been slowly working on developing it ever since. I mean, I think I probably always had the ability but I only really started to figure it out last fall."

"I think you've mentioned this before." Hermione said slowly with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Yeah, I think I may have... anyway, I can feel the magic in things. Like this house? It's crazy how much magic there is in everything. I mean, Hogwarts is saturated with magic that's ancient, but it's mostly neutral magic with a little bit of mix here and there from things added by various headmasters and teachers over the centuries. But this house? This house is all Dark. And it has seeped into everything. There's this thick taint of magic all over stuff, even if it's not enchanted at all itself, it's still managed to absorb some of the ambient Darkness. Anyway, the books that are particularly nasty just feel a lot more... tainted then the rest. I can feel which ones are kind of cursed, or are charmed to react to the wrong sorts of intentions. Plus..."

He trailed off hesitantly and Hermione looked at him impatiently. "Plus, what?"

"Well, I think you're also getting a lot more er... negative reactions from the books because of all your um... muggle blood." Harry said with an apologetic grimace.

Hermione huffed and folded her arms over her chest indignantly.

"I can point out what books to avoid, if you'd like." Harry offered.

Hermione sighed and eventually relented. Harry went down the row of books she was currently looking through and pulled each of the more dangerous books out an inch just to note where they were.

"You know, Harry, it really is remarkable that you can sense magic like that. I've read of a few instances where really powerful wizards had an ability to do something like that but it's supposed to be really rare."

"Yeah, so I've read."

An hour later, the pair of them were sitting in a pair of winged back chairs with a pile of books on a small table between them and a few more on the floor in front of them. Most of the books they'd pulled hadn't turned up anything of interest or only mentioned or summarized the existence of rituals or spells but not actually detailing how it was done.

Ginny came in and, with a brief explanation from the other two of exactly what they were looking for, she started skimming through the books for anything useful. Harry wished he could just use his search spell and make it go a lot faster but he wasn't willing to reveal to the other two that he could use magic outside of school so he settled with doing it the hard way. It was nearly time for lunch when Harry finally found something truly useful.

It described exactly what to do to create a family tree on a tapestry. It was an incredibly complex process that included, among a few other things, brewing a potion that would take one full lunar cycle to complete, and required a few hard-to-acquire ingredients , although Harry was sure he could easily come by them as long as he didn't have to tell Hermione where he got them. Hermione would also need a sample of blood from each of her parents to determine which one was a squib and which one really was just a muggle. Fortunately, it didn't require a large blood sample and there wasn't any worry about storing it or anything of that sort. It was as simple as Hermione mailing them two pieces of carefully prepared parchment and each of them pricking their finger then placing a few dropped of blood on it before mailing them back. This was certainly nothing that her parents would refuse, at least she was convinced so. Especially after she told them that it was part of a genealogy thing.

The book detailed every step of the process, including all the variations a person could perform on the preparation process to achieve different results. Hermione wasn't planning on going all out and creating a big self-updating tapestry that would track all of her future descendants or know which ones to exclude details depending on their gender, who they marry, and all that, so she didn't necessarily need many of the features described. What she cared about was going back on the tree as far as possible.

Unfortunately, that looked to be the most complex part. If she was starting a fresh tree that would start with her and stay up to date, it would be easy. Going back without any information would be harder. But still doable.

Hermione was definitely excited.

Harry stood from the group and offered to track down Sirius to ask permission for Hermione to keep the book. Hermione was grateful and said that she would gladly return the book once they were done with it but Harry doubted that Sirius would really give a damn either way.

He left the library and was heading down the hall towards the stairs when he was suddenly overwhelmed with a torrent of emotions. Anger. Pure, unadulterated fury! Then dawning horror and a moment of true panic. Fear was tricking through him and he felt his knees grow weak then, suddenly, he was down on the floor, propping himself up with one hand while the other was clasped securely over his scar where a tremendous headache had sprouted in the midst of the emotional explosion.

Harry realized suddenly that he must have screamed out or something because Hermione and Ginny came running out of the library, quickly joined by Ron who came from his room. Harry was dizzy and felt the room spin a little as he was prodded by his 'friends' to turn then sit down on the floor with his back to the wall.

Tom needed him. That was the only clear thought he could get through his muddled mind as he consciously ignored the concerned questions the group of teens were throwing at him. Someone called out in a loud voice and a moment later Sirius was standing over him, looking down with concern etched on his features.

Lupin's equally concerned face appeared a moment later over his shoulder, and then Mrs. Weasley.

Damn it! Damn damn damn! He needed to get away from here. Away from these stupid people and get to Tom! But how the hell was he going to do that with the whole damn household hovering over him? They wouldn't leave his side now that they were all worried!

"I'm alright!" Harry said loudly, all of a sudden, pushing Mrs. Weasley's hand away rather bluntly and shakily standing to his feet. The group took a few steps back to give him room, all looking at him with worry in their eyes.

"Was it a vision?" Ron asked in a hoarse voice. "Of Y-You-Know-Who?"

Ginny sucked in a harsh breath and looked over at Ron with shock on her face before her gaze darted back to Harry, her eyes asking for confirmation.

Shit.

How was he going to play this? Just deny?

He could already tell from the look in Hermione's face that if he denied it, she wouldn't believe him.

Was there a way for him to use this? If there was, he couldn't think of a way at the moment. His mind was too muddled and overwhelmed. Tom's torrent of emotions were still coursing through him and they were mixing him all up. He couldn't think straight.

"Look, I... I need to lay down, I think." Harry said ducking his head and trying to push past the crowd and made his way down the hall towards his room. At which point, he recalled that he was sharing the damn room with Ron and Ron would probably try to follow him in there. Maybe he could claim exhaustion and pretend to sleep. Or just ask Ron for the space.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, but only managing to make himself feel even more dizzy. It had been ages since he'd been so overwhelmed by anything from Tom. Of course Tom hadn't experienced any emotions this strongly since their bond had formed. Harry was also startled that his scar had actually hurt a bit. It hadn't hurt at all in nearly a year.

Tom needs me.

He grimaced. He couldn't think of any way to escape Grimmauld Place and get to Tom before September 1st. Not in person anyway. But he could go to him through their link.

Harry reached the room and went inside, promptly closing it before anyone could follow. He could hear a few of them attempting to protest, but it was quickly given up or, at least, he thought so until the door opened and in walked Sirius.

Harry sighed heavily as he sank down onto his bed.

"Are you alright, pup?" Sirius asked, walking over and pulling a chair to directly in front of where Harry was now sitting on the bed. "Ron mentioned a vision?"

Harry rolled his eyes a bit. "It's not the same but it is Tom. Something's happened."

"What do you mean, 'something's happened'? How can you tell?"

"It's complicated, Sirius. And I don't know what's happened yet because I'm stuck here and because I can't get a minute alone. I need to check on him and..." Harry huffed. "Can you maybe make sure they all stay out of here for a bit?"

Sirius frowned. "What are you going to do? You aren't going to try and go somewhere, are you? Believe me when I say you can't portkey out of this house. My father layered every kind of protection imaginable on this house..."

"No, I'm not going anywhere. Not yet at least. I've got another way to get in contact with him. I just need some privacy. Can you help me?"

Sirius sighed and nodded his head. "Sure. What should I tell them?"

"Tell them I told you I've got a killer migraine and I'll talk to them all later."

"Fine."

Sirius stood up and returned the chair to the desk against the wall. He gave his godson one final look of concern before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Harry waited for a moment before pulling out his cypress wand, locking the door, and casting a privacy ward around the room. He laid down on the bed, closed his eyes, and slid through the link.

'Tom? Are you there? What happened?' Harry asked, and realized rather quickly that his mental voice sounded damn near frantic. Of course, he felt frantic so he was really only appropriate.

It took a moment before he got a response.

'I'm here...'

'What happened? I got this huge rush of emotions from you. Anger.. fear... even a bit of desperation. What's going on? I collapsed on the floor it was so intense!'

'You collapsed? Are you alright?'

'I'm fine! What happened to you?'

'It's... not there.'

'What's not there?'

'The ring. The damn, bloody ring! It's not there!'

Harry felt his chest seize up. One of Tom's horcruxes was missing.

'How... I mean, do you... wha...' Harry paused, trying to sort out his thoughts and ask a coherent question. 'Can you tell how long it's been gone? Who might have taken it?'

'I think that's probably the most infuriating part. I believe it was only taken very recently. It damn well could have been yesterday!'

'How can you tell?'

'All of the spells were only just recently dismantled. All of the magical signatures around the place was extremely fresh.'

'But who...' Harry stopped before the question even escaped his mind. He already knew the answer. 'Dumbledore.'

'Yes. Unquestionably. I could feel his magic there.'

'He wasn't just in Little Hangleton to investigate Riddle Manor 'disappearing'. He was also searching for the Gaunt house.'

'That is my assumption as well.' Tom replied. 'My only consolation is that it would appear that he did not manage to go completely unscathed from my protections. There was evidence that he felt victim to at least one of the curses I placed on the ring. The extent of the damage, I cannot know for sure...' Harry felt Tom release an almost defeated sigh.

'Do you think he'll know what it is?' Harry asked.

'He very well may. Considering he was able to examine the diary after your second year, I would find it surprising if he hadn't at least suspected what it truly was.'

'You said that a horcrux is near impossible to destroy. Will he know how?'

'It will likely take him time... I hope so, at least.'

'Will you know if it's destroyed?'

'I am unsure, Harry. I never knew the diary was destroyed. I always assumed I would be able to tell. That I would feel something like that.'

'You didn't have a body yet when the diary was destroyed...'

'True... true.'

'We can't let Dumbledore keep hold of the ring though! There's got to be something we can do!'

'We will have to tread carefully but, yes, we cannot leave it in his possession. His hands are the most dangerous that it could remain in. He will not allow it to remain intact for long.'

Harry paused, his mind deep in thought for a few minutes. 'If he knows about your horcruxes, it's imperative that we make sure the locket is put somewhere safe. Will he be able to sense it? I mean, if I go to Hogwarts with it around my neck, will he be able to tell?'

'I doubt it but I cannot guarantee it. If it was in the Black manor all this time and Dumbledore has been using it as his headquarters without realizing that it's there, then I would assume he cannot sense it. Still, it is probably best if it does not remain with you once you return to the school.'

'I had expected to give it back to you anyway,' Harry said.

'Yes, it's probably for the best that it not stay anywhere near Dumbledore but I had honestly intended to let you continue to wear it.'

Harry found himself slightly startled, but also touched by that proclamation. Tom already trusted Harry with one piece of his soul but to willingly give him another. Harry almost felt a bit sentimental about the whole thing and found a soft smile curling up his lips.

'You can wear it when at the manor,' Tom continued. 'You could keep stored it in the time-turner room between your switches.'

Harry paused, still surprised that Tom wasn't insisting that it be stored somewhere much safer and behind a mountain of protections, especially considering that one of his horcruxes was known destroyed then another was currently in the possession of Dumbledore who, no doubt, would be doing everything in his power to destroy it as soon as he was able.

'Thank you.' Harry found himself whispering over the link.

'Don't be ridiculous, Harry. There is no one else I would trust with it.'

Harry smiled at that.

'I'll do everything in my power to make sure the ring is recovered.' Harry said suddenly.

'We'll see... I ...' Tom began but cut off abruptly. 'Someone has arrived at the manor. There are no meetings scheduled for today...' Tom paused, and his mental voice remained silent for a moment. Harry waited, feeling slightly on edge. 'It's Severus. I'll contact you later.'

'Alright,' Harry said, reluctantly. 'I'll talk to you later.'

'Bye, love.'

Harry found himself smiling again. 'Bye.'
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