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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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09/09/2012

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In case anyone is wondering, there are 38 chapters for The Forever Game. ;-) And from here on they are a mix of smut and plot. The tags I used on this fic are all accurate but we haven’t gotten to some of them yet. I think the next one is Rape and Major Character Death but the real question is who gets raped because I almost guarantee, it’s not who you think.

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The Forever Game

Courting and Consolidation

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

       Voldemort waited. Once the Major Domo announced they were in session, the Speaker was then required to call the Wizengamot to order and announce any changes in positions. For the most part that was going to be a formality. None of the leaders of any of the political blocks had changed but the Ministry’s overall leader had. The Minister was partially elected by the wizarding community but also partially by the hereditary Lords of the Wizengamot. It was a very complicated system that he intended to simplify immensely.

       The gathered wizards began to fidget as they continued waiting. Dumbledore sat, staring at the far wall pretending not to notice the growing unrest. Voldemort smiled taking on an air of patience. So the Headmaster was reduced to childish games... how droll but it would merely be a delay of time, nothing more, already the Dark Lord’s position as Minister was unassailable, and Dumbledore, who could count votes as well as he could, already knew that. A few of the gathered wizards waited patiently, some watching with an almost amused air, some uncaring and Voldemort was pleased to see that James Potter was one of the patient ones and his entire party were drawing strength from their Leader. Dumbledore refusing to speak was something they should have considered, though the Headmaster had probably been expecting someone to be screaming for a re-vote. The fact that the Moderates, the most likely block to be calling for that was united behind their silent patient leader was not lost on the Headmaster and he was beginning to realise exactly how much he had lost two years ago when James Potter had confronted him in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, demanding to know who had poisoned his son and withdrawing all his children.

       Voldemort remembered it well. After the Lord Potter had gotten over the shock of having several long term compulsion charms broken he had been remarkably willing to discuss things with the Dark Lord. There were issues they would never agree upon but Dumbledore’s blatant manipulation gave the Dark Lord a starting point for negotiation and he had ruthlessly used that opening. Harry had eventually fallen asleep and Lily had taken her eldest child to bed while her husband and once sworn enemy discussed things long into the night. No definite plans were made but they had come to an understanding and with the initial shock of James Potter finding himself betrayed by the one man he had thought he could trust, Voldemort considered that to be a fine start.

       And two days later the Dark Lord had been on hand, hidden of course, when James Potter had stormed into the Great Hall in a fit of prima donna anger worthy of a Slytherin.

       Harry’s Father had timed his tirade perfectly and had come from a routine session of the Wizengamot in his full formal robes just as the students were settling down to tea. Student’s skipped breakfast and lunch all the time but seldom did they miss the evening meal so everyone was on hand to watch. Harry had been there of course, Voldemort had simply dropped him back at Hogwarts the morning after Halloween and instructed him to say nothing. The boys of his dorm would merely assume he’d found another’s bed that night and while they would be curious, they would think nothing of it.

       James waved a piece of parchment, which those who were close could see was the letter head of St. Mungos. “I want an explanation for this!” The Lord Potter had finally said in a quiet almost deadly voice, slamming the paper down in front of the Headmaster.

       The old man had gone all out with his grandfather act as he had picked it up and read it. “It appears to be a blood test,” Dumbledore replied reasonably.

       “On my son! Who you allowed to be poisoned!”

       “There is nothing about poison here.”

       “So the presence of one half of a two part love potion is not poison?” The way the Lord Potter said it made the statement all the more dangerous. Love Potions were banned for a reason. Especially the potions that mixed two halves since they created a longer attraction but they were hard to brew so one would not expect to see one in Hogwarts.

       “Surely there is some mistake.”

       “There is no mistake. My son has been deliberately poisoned by some trollop here and I want to know what your explanation is?”

       “Surely that’s a bit too harsh!” Dumbledore said though those watching could see that he’d been taken by surprise.

       “I suppose it could be some roué,” James allowed the admission though his eyes still burned. “I take it you do not have an explanation?”

       “I just saw this!” The Headmaster protested.

       “Not good enough!” James turned to the gathered student’s his eyes catching his children’s before he addressed the school. “To the one who has been poisoning my son, I suggest you never let me find out who you are because you will not like the consequences. The other thing you should be aware of, in case you wish to press your suit, is that for the last five hundred years, no one bearing the name Potter has ever divorced, or separated from their life mate. The House of Potter does not marry, we find our life mates and no life mate to any Potter would be so cowardly as to resort to a potion so even if you had of succeeded in the end you would have failed.

       “Your actions are worthy of a blood feud but while you remain unknown, I will overlook them as merely youthful exuberance but should I get so much as a whisper of your identity, then the House of Potter and all our allies will be against you and yours.” James stepped down from the high table, moving back towards the doors of the Great Hall. “Harry, Jasmine, Edmund, come with me,” he gave the order as he walked between the now silent tables. His children rose and followed him.

       “What are you doing?” the question came from Dumbledore.

       “What does it look like I’m doing?” James returned his own question as he reached the doors and turned around. “Effective immediately, the enrolment of all my children is hereby withdrawn, both for those currently attending Hogwarts and for those who are listed in the book to be enrolled and for any who may yet to be listed in the book. No Potter will be returning to Hogwarts while there is such an ineffectual Headmaster. And for this I tender my apology to the Lady Hogwarts. I am sorry for the pain this will cause you, but I will not allow my children to be placed in jeopardy by the whims of a wizard turned senile with age.”

       Impossibly it seemed as if the castle agreed with him but most attributed the dip in light to a cloud racing in front of the sun but to those more sensitive the castle did seem saddened. And of course needless to say the Lord Potter’s very public withdrawal of his children and the subsequent withdrawal of his support for Dumbledore in the Wizengamot made the papers. Dumbledore was wily though and James’ actions did cost him some of his party as they swung to give their support to Frank Longbottom as the Father of the Saviour Child. However, James was a consummate leader and most of his party and even those who disagreed politically thought his actions fairly reasonable though somewhat extreme. He lost a few but he gained others and the Moderates still remained firmly behind him.

       Voldemort smiled. While Dumbledore knew the loyalty shown to a good leader, he relied on his compulsions and charms to keep wizards in line. It probably explained why he was still sitting silent, trying to out wait the Wizengamot and the new Minister.

       There were only a few people who could speak in this situation and not risk censure. Unfortunately the Minister was not one of those people and so he remained silent carefully ensuring that he seemed relaxed. Surely one of his people would realise the correct course of action soon?

       As the clock ticked passed half an hour, it appeared not and the Dark Lord thought he saw a flash of a smirk on Dumbledore’s face. More interestingly though he noticed the upraised eyebrow of James Potter before his face was schooled back into calm features as he rose. All the fidgeting and the murmurs from the gallery ceased.

       “Has the Speaker been struck dumb?” The question was almost a ritual and it was the only words spoken.

       All focus turned towards Dumbledore but the man simply continued to sit, a vague, genial smile on his face.

       The Lord Potter waited a full five minutes before he spoke again. “It appears the Speaker has indeed been struck dumb, and thus I move to nominate a new Speaker.”

       Voldemort wasn’t sure he wanted that, but if Dumbledore would not play along, then replacing him was the only option.

       “That will not be necessary,” the threat to his position moved Dumbledore to speak. “And the Lord Potter will be held in contempt of these proceedings.”

       James gave the old wizard a sardonic smile and held up a small book. “The Procedures and Protocols of the Wizengamot,” he read the title for the benefit of the gallery.

       “Lord Potter has acted within the rules of this august body,” Voldemort finally spoke, “as you well know, Albus, as you wrot... represent those procedures.”

       It was a distinct pleasure to see the Headmaster pale almost imperceptibly at his little slip of the tongue. He had been waiting to do that for years and while most would have been disappointed with the reaction, the red eyed wizard was well pleased. It took a lot to shake Dumbledore. James withdrawing his children from Hogwart’s had not shaken him just surprised him but those little words had definitely struck home.

       “Will the Speaker call the Wizengamot to order?” The Major Domo intoned. He was obviously bored with the games.

       “I will,” Dumbledore ground out through clenched teeth, knowing that in the waiting game he was beaten. Laboriously he began to call out the names of each Leader of the political factions. When he began elaborating on the titles of the various Leaders, Voldemort knew exactly how he would be introduced and he allowed himself a thin smile. There were times when the old man was truly predictable. But once his formal introduction was made, then he was indeed the Minister and his plans would roll into action. It was though somewhat impressive hearing the accumulated titles of some of the wizards and it made him realise once more, exactly how useless those titles actually were.

       “And finally our new Minister, Tom Marvolo Riddle.”

       A few of the Wizengamot were stunned. They obviously did not know his birth name. A few looked horrified at the distinct lack of Lordship attached to his name. Those who actually did not care about birth only about power and ability shrugged. They had already known who he was behind his self-chosen name. Dumbledore was grasping at straws if he thought that a lack of title would truly stop him. He was a dark wizard; the mores of society did not overly bother him and there wouldn’t be much left of the Wizengamot once he was finished if they truly wished to make this an issue.

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Well there we go, that’s how Harry’s is no longer in Hogwarts :D Next up is what actually happens in the Wizengamot during the first session with Voldemort presiding as Minister.

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