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Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

A/N:
This was done really, really fast
considering just how long this ended up being (22 full pages if you�re
curious). Hopefully it doesn�t seem too rushed, I actually tweaked lots of
scenes 4 or 5 times before deciding it was up to snuff.

Hope
you like this chapter and thank you all for the reviews! I really, really loved
them!

This
chapter is partial Beta�ed again,
the complete one will be posted on Tuesday probably. Plus I changed a few
things so all errors are from yours truly. Thank you to Robyn and Allexandrya for the Betaing.

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Chapter XV

Beginnings II

Now this is not the end. It is not
even the beginning of the end.

But it is, perhaps, the end of the
beginning.

-Sir Winston Churchill, Speech in November 1942, British
Politician (1874-1965)

The Grounds

Fudge Manor, Norfolk
UK

Wednesday the 27^th of August
1997

8:45 PM

It
wasn�t much better here than at dinner, Harry mused some odd fifteen minutes
after escaping from Fudge Manor and the horrid company he�d been forced to
keep. As he was forced into polite conversation with his �allies� Harry
grumbled mentally and swore to get revenge on Cornelius Oswald Fudge. Though in
reality Percival Ignatius Weasley was in fact Fudge�s
Junior Assistant, tonight it seemed Fudge had ordered Percy to stick to Harry
like glue. This evening was, Harry decided, not going to get any better but at
least he�d have some freedom in Death.

While
some feared Death, which was inevitable for all, Harry rather enjoyed dying.
With each trip he learned bits and pieces about the way in which the world
worked. Though he knew rather instinctually that he had gained more knowledge
than he remembered with each trip, his death tonight would be his longest yet
and he was eager to see what exactly he would glean from it. Being a
Necromancer was most rewarding, if only for that particular aspect.

Tonight
he would escape one life for another and while it wasn�t the total freedom he
was searching for, at least he could be what he was as Cyriacus Snape. Well, as
much as what they knew about him anyways, he would always guard his secrets.
Idly sipping from a glass of wine, he eyed the security. Aurors and
Unspeakables stood in plain view around various points of interest and the more
observant could see the Hitwizards shifting from their positions in the
shadowed areas of the gardens and grounds. At least two hundred officials from
various Ministries which had yet to determine which faction they would side
with, had come to sniff each other looking for weaknesses or tentatively
forming friendships. Reporters from various newspapers and magazines were
fluttering around, taking pictures asking for a few words from the officials.

The
Aurors and Hitwizards assigned to him had done their best to keep back the
reporters but Harry knew that eventually he would have to speak and doing it
now before the rest of the plot unfolded later would help salvage his
reputation a little. As the Aurors were going to rebuff a reporter from the International Zephyr, Harry waved the
Auror to stand down.

�Ah
and here�s the man of the moment! Mr. Potter, have you a few words for your
legion of fans and supporters regarding tonight�s Summit?� A nameless wizard asked, quill at
the ready.

Harry
managed a polite smile. �The Summit
is a very good step forward towards not only preparing for eventual War but
also to avoid total devastation of Wizarding property and lives. I am very
pleased by the huge turnout for this gathering and I hope that together, we may
move forward into a more prosperous and peaceful future.�

Another
reporter appeared a brunette whose badge showed that she worked for Witch Weekly. �Any
words for your admirers, Mr. Potter?�

�I�m
flattered by the attention but,� Harry�s polite smile melted away as it was
replaced with a genuine grin. �I must admit that I not only have a significant
other, but that we are quite serious. For their safety and mine, I can�t reveal
their name but I can tell you that we are very happy together.�

The
brunette scribbled quickly as her photographer quickly took a picture of the
happily in love, Harry Potter. �Tell me Mr. Potter, after the War will there be a wedding?�

Harry
winked. �Of that my dear, you may be assured that there will indeed be a
wedding. Once it is safe enough, I have no intentions of hiding my love from
the world.�

Another
reporter pressed forward from the increasingly growing throng of reporters.
�Mr. Potter, there are rumors that your Alumni friends and yourself accompanied
Cyriacus Snape to Vitium Court to celebrate Mr.
Snape�s sixteenth birthday. Are those rumors true?�

Harry
raised an eyebrow. �Nothing is too good for my Blood brother and what better
way to celebrate the anniversary of his birth than spending the evening at Vitium Court?�

There
were gasps all around as reporters quickly scribbled down Harry�s response and
Harry felt his guards disbelief. Vitium Court was a no-man�s
land, located on an Unplottable island that was
accessible only by Floo. It was in essence like what
the Triad Alleys had become, only it was that way by default. When you set foot
in Vitium
Court, you were in another world and its rules or
lack thereof. So his presence would no doubt scandalize some but it would
intrigue others, very few things were illegal at Vitium Court
with murder and rape being the only illegal acts. It was a strange place but no
one who had been could discount that it was anything other than a highly
specialized shopping and entertainment district that catered to any and every
desire a witch or wizard could dream of.

Before
another reporter could ask a question, Ian Buchanan smoothly cut through the
small throng of reporters. The tall dark haired Scot was dressed in the plum
and silver trimmed Wizengamot robes, which showed no affliation save their position as Wizengamot
members. �Mr. Potter, a word in private if you would?�

�Of
course Mr. Buchanan, please lead the way.� Harry said with a nod.

Ian
led the way towards the hedge enclosed area of the garden, giving the two more
privacy. Harry followed behind, his guards waiting near the entrance into the
right side of the hedge enclosed garden, staying well within view. The two took
a seat on the bench at the far end of enclosed garden and Harry cast a Wandless
charm to muffle their conversation and to prevent anyone from overhearing.

�How
are you holding up?� Ian asked once Harry gave him the signal that he could
speak.

Harry
grumbled. �Well enough but the �entertainment� cannot come soon enough. I�m
almost ready to Avada Kedavra
myself at the moment.�

Ian
looked amused. �At least you survived the dinner.�

�A
veritable miracle, I know! Stuck between two of Fudge�s pawns and sitting
across three �allies� who would have pounced on me if not for the four feet of
table separating us.� Harry snarled.

�Were
they really?� Ian asked laughing uproariously. �I didn�t even notice them, I thought you were just being forced to endure the
hag�s �creature� speech and Weasley�s �lifestyles of
honorable Wizarding citizens� lecture.�

Harry
growled. �No need to rub my pain in I assure you, even the Dark Lord�s torture
is becoming more and more attractive. Now, I must be on my way, I�ve more
guests to mingle with and be flattered by before the main entertainment
arrives.�

�So
be it,� Ian agreed as the two shook hands and rose to rejoin the other guests.

Iphigenia
Fudge n�e Bristow was not a very happy woman. Of course twenty years of
marriage to an imbecile like Cornelius would do that to a woman. She smiled as
a representative from the United
States, dressed in navy blue robes with a
yellow eagle, approached her. They chatted for a few minutes, the woman complimenting
Iphigenia on the wonderful meal and the lovely decorations. Iphigenia accepted
the praise with a kind smile before moving on mingling with her guests
absently, mind focused on other things as she listened specifically for news
about her current enigma.

It
was rather depressing really how her life had turned out. She had been accepted
as an Apprentice to Marguerite Lansing in the fall of her Seventh Year at
Hogwarts. Iphigenia had been thrilled at having been accepted as Ms. Lansing�s
Apprentice, as the competition to be Ms. Lansing�s Apprentice had been very
fierce. It wasn�t until she had gone home for Christmas when she found out that
her father had arranged her marriage to his long-time friend Nathaniel Fudge�s,
oldest son Cornelius. By joining their only children in marriage, both men
would benefit greatly. The Bristows would gain
entrance into the elite circle of the Oldest Pureblood families and the Fudges
would gain a considerable amount of money from Iphigenia�s dowry.

Upon
meeting her future husband, her dreams had been smashed as Cornelius was
pursuing a career in the Ministry with aspirations of becoming Minister of
Magic. Cornelius however, was thrilled at the opportunity to both replenish his
family coffers and having an intelligent, well bred woman to show off at the
Ministry gatherings. Iphigenia had protested the arranged marriage for months
but it wasn�t until her father threatened to disown Iphigenia that she had
bitterly agreed to the wedding.

Plans
were made and Iphigenia and Cornelius married on the first of August 1977.
Barely a year later in June, their son Reginald was born and born three years
after him was their daughter Dionne. Iphigenia spent most of her days on one of
the Fudge estates in the country, tending to her gardens and growing plants.
Cornelius occasionally summoned her to Ministry gatherings and she took both
her children school shopping and escorted them to Beauxbatons Academy in the fall. Reggie was now
working as a Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Transportation and
Dionne was soon to be starting her Sixth Year at Beauxbatons Academy.

Though
the guests came from many different countries, Iphigenia couldn�t help but be
bored by them. Normally, Iphigenia would not have paid any attention to the political
atmosphere at any of the gatherings she was forced to attend but something
about Mr. Potter had intrigued her. So Iphigenia mingled and listened to bits
of rumor and fact about the young man who was unfortunate enough to carry the
hopes of the Wizarding World upon his shoulders.

As
she parted ways with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Iphigenia spotted her
current enigma standing by two flowering trees, surrounded by guards. Harry
Potter, the only guest not wearing the robes that identified him as either a
Foreign Representative, a member of one of the defense Organizations or a Wizengamot member had caused quite the stir in his choice
of attire. Iphigenia however, knew the young man to be quite intelligent by not
showing his affiliation with any of the Organizations or Ministries gathered
tonight. The others guests would try their hardest to make him offers to sway
him to their side and the younger man would have his pick at allies, making his
task easier by allying himself with the strongest and best.

�Mr.
Potter, I do hope you are enjoying yourself this evening.� Iphigenia said in
way of greeting.

Potter
turned smoothly to face his hostess, motioning for his guards to give them some
privacy. �Mrs. Fudge, it has been a pleasure so far.�

Iphigenia
smiled slightly and moved closer now that the guards had stepped a respectable
six feet away. �An elusive answer, nothing less than I would expect from you
though. A personage such as you no doubt is always on his guard and tonight of
all nights especially.�

�Inattention
can be fatal and I have no intention of dying in vain. If I am to die, it best be for something worthwhile.� Harry answered before turning
his attention back to the pond.

Iphigenia
thought over his words and then joined him in looking out over the lighted
garden. Neither of them spoke for several minutes.

�You
have a lovely garden; I imagine this and your children were the only
consolations for being married to our honorable Minister of Magic?� Harry asked
so softly that Iphigenia barely heard him.

Her
hazel eyes widened and she turned to gape at him in surprise. �How can you know that?!�

�I
know plenty of things that some would rather I not know and ironically enough,
I don�t know the things that many take for granted. However based on what I
know about the circumstances that led up to your marriage with Fudge, it was
hardly difficult to guess.� Harry said bluntly before turning his face up to
look at the star filled sky. �Even heroes can be unhappy with their lot in life
and this was not a path I would have chosen freely.�

�But
it is the path you walk.� Iphigenia pointed out, asking a silent question.

Harry smiled at her but the smile didn�t reach
his eyes and Iphigenia couldn�t help but wonder what he was thinking. �It is
the only path that I know. I do not fear to forge a new path but how many walls
have been erected around the one I walk? Why waste the time and effort to break
through those walls when I see the end of this path so near?�

Iphigenia�s
eyes widened and she would have spoken but the younger man had waved and nodded
to someone behind her.

�If
you will excuse me Mrs. Fudge, it appears that Mr. Zabini
would like a word. It was a pleasure speaking with you.� Harry said before
giving her a half bow and motioning for his guards to follow as he walked away
to join the older man clad in the British MOM�s royal
blue robes.

Mulling
over the younger man�s words, Iphigenia plucked a crimson flower from the tree
to her left. Inhaling the sweet fragrance, she organized the facts and rumors
she had heard about Harry Potter and began to assemble them looking for a
reason for his recent choices. It may take her minutes or years but Iphigenia would find discover the real Harry
Potter. Smiling she tossed the flower into the still water of the pond as she
left to rejoin her guests.

Fifteen
minutes to ten o�clock, the guests poured from the gardens through the gate to
the actual grounds of the Manor. The small six person tables were scattered on
the flat lawn, with a huge table in the center filled with desserts. A large
lake and a forest flanked the lawn with small five man squads of Aurors and
Hitwizards standing around the perimeter. Guests chatted as they picked out
desserts and took seats at the tables, waiting for the night�s entertainment, a
half hour fireworks display. Harry was sure to claim the table nearest to the
forest, making it easier for his Spitting Lizards to spray their glue like
salvia all over the guests.

They
had no intention of turning the Summit
into a slaughter, though it would be easy enough to do. The purpose of
tonight�s attack was to slowly torture and kill Harry Potter and for that to be
pulled off successfully, they needed as many witnesses as was possible. Luck
was on their side though as a Wizarding Media from more than fifteen countries
had also been invited to take photos and write articles about the International
gathering. It was unfortunate that the Wizards had nothing similar to
television, but Harry had seen a few Wizarding Wireless reporters heavily
weighed down with portable broadcasting equipment. Hearing what was going on
without being able to see it may be more frightening in the long run.

Five
minutes before the fireworks display was to take place, a loud whirring noise
sounded over the gathering, the wards had been breached. Pandemonium broke out
as half the Aurors attempted to move into defensive positions while the other
half broke into groups and converged on the most influential officials present.
While the guests either panicked or attempted to make order of the situation,
Harry had shed his robe and drawn out a wand and a dagger.

�Mr.
Potter! We must get you to safety.� One of the Aurors was saying as he
attempted to drag Harry over to the large group protecting the Order/Ministry/Defense
League Leaders.

Harry
shoved him away. �Go protect someone who actually needs protecting! I know what
I�m about and by Merlin�s beard, there�s nothing anyone can do for me this
night.�

�But-� A Hitwizard protested.

�Make
yourselves useful! You can�t save a man from his destiny and my life ends
tonight, with or without you getting in my way and making a nuisance of
yourselves!� Harry roared at them, emerald eyes flashing and expression grim.

It
looked as if they were going to protest again but an older Auror just nodded
stiffly and told the others to follow him as they took off to add to the
protectors guarding the respective Leaders of the Light. It wasn�t long before
the Death Eaters poured from the garden gate and along the lakeshore. Some
fought but most were easily taken down by the Spitting Lizards who sprayed the
clusters of humans with their gooey yellow colored spit. Tables were knocked
over as Aurors and guests alike used them as shelter against both spells and
spit. Reductor Curses were cast and soon enough,
nearly everyone had been brought down by the Spitting Lizards.

Harry
had no more time to look around as two squads of Death Eaters poured out of the
forest behind him, casting various hexes at him. Dodging and rolling, Harry managed
to dive past most as his body ward absorbed the rest. The sounds of dueling
were nearly over; the only ones still fighting were Dumbledore, Moody and
Harry. The Lizards had vanished the moment everyone but Harry had been subdued,
their Summoning expired. All conscious guests watched with some awe as Harry
dueled the remaining Death Eaters, slowly but steadily being backed towards the
lake.

�Expelliarmus multplico!�
Harry shouted before diving out of the way of a bone smashing curse.

�Crucio!� Five
or six voices shouted at once.

Harry
allowed the spells to hit him as he twisted about and growled something in
Necromancer�s Cant which sent a dozen stilettos flying at the Death Eaters.
Those that were injured badly or killed were automatically portkeyed
out due to Voldemort�s modification of the Dark Mark. From all around him,
Harry could hear the surprise from the guests that Harry had resorted to
killing his opponents. Paying the whispers no mind, Harry snapped out a Bone
melting Curse, a Fire Engulfing Charm and a Head Severing Hex as he grabbed a
chair and smashed it into the Death Eater who had grabbed his robe. As the
fight continued on, the spells he used became increasingly Dark or illegal
until he threw all caution to the wind. All his spare wands had been snapped or
taken and he had little desire to show even a small fraction of the power he
was capable of using.

Drawing
out two daggers from his boots, Harry nicked himself before twirling them high
above his head, �In the name of Saqr, I dedicate the
blood of my enemy!� Then launching himself at his attackers, Harry slashed and
stabbed wildly as the Death Eaters crowded around him as Voldemort commanded
them to capture him. He fought for as long as he could manage, until his
proximity wards were shattered and he was hexed and battered. The guests gaped
in shock and horror as their Savior was finally brought down by a crowd of
thirty or more Death Eaters.

The Drawing Room

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Wednesday the 27^th of August
1997

10:01 PM

The
students were sprawled all over the room, playing card games, chatting, playing
chess and in general keeping themselves busy as they listened to the Wizarding
radio. Cyriacus ignored everyone in favor of sitting as close to the radio as
possible, completely ignorant of any noise not coming from the radio.

��their
seats as the fireworks display is scheduled to begin
in less than ten minutes.� The broadcaster was said before a loud whirring
noise sounded with panicked yelling. �The Wards have fallen! Guests and
dignitaries alike are scrambling to find cover. Security for the Summit was designed to be
impenetrable, as Apparation, Floo
and Portkey have been completely cut off from the
Minister�s Manor.�

Cyriacus
grabbed the radio. �What the HELL
did you just say?!�

Everyone
around him had stilled as Cyriacus turned up the volume.

�Security
guards have converged around Minister Fudge, the Head Representatives of the
Defense League and Headmaster Dumbledore! By Merlin�s Staff, there are giant
Lizards on the grounds spraying some sort of liquid that seems to prevent the
dignitaries from moving! Aaahhhh!� The broadcaster exclaimed. �I�ve been hit! I can�t seem
to�vanish it or move!�

There
was a loud shout and several screams. �The guards protecting the Leaders have
fallen and many of the officials have been incapacitated! The only able bodies
appear to be Headmaster Dumbledore, Alastor Moody and
young Harry Potter. Speaking of which, the Boy-Who-Lived seems to be completely
surrounded by Death Eaters but is doing his best to incapacitate them!�

Cyriacus�s
eyes widened. �Harry!� Leaping to his feet he attempted to leave the room but
found himself body bound by Oliver Wood.

�You
don�t even know where Fudge Manor is Snape, there�s nothing you can do.� Oliver
said levitating Cyriacus over to an unoccupied sofa. �Harry�s a fighter, he�ll
be fine.�

��curses!
I�ve never heard of half the Dark curses coming from the Boy-Who-Lived��.� More
shouts and yells. �His wands have either been snapped or taken�.looks like he�s
drawing out daggers! Potter�s done something to the daggers, they�re glowing a
vivid scarlet! Some are speculating the use of Blood Magic.�

Cries
of pain and snarls of anger were heard from the Death Eaters.

�T-the�You-Know-Who
has just A-a-apparated onto the p-platform. He�s
ordered the Death Eaters to press forward and capture Potter.� The broadcaster
stuttered. �The circle of Death Eaters is tightening around him�� More
Cruciatus Curses were heard. �The Boy-Who-Lived has been Body Bound and the
Death Eaters seem to be bringing him to the fireworks platform��

Jeers
from the Death Eaters could be heard before they began chanting Voldemort�s
name.

�Potter
has been thrown at You-Know-Who�s feet�� The broadcaster whispered.

Harry
felt rough hands pawing his body, searching for hidden weapons which were
removed and tossed aside. As he was jerked to his knees and held back by two
muscled Death Eaters, Harry jolted into complete awareness. He blinked rapidly
trying to see through the blood pouring from a cut on his forehead and into his
right eye. It was dead silent except for a stuttering Wizarding Wireless
Broadcaster who was attempting to relay the events taking place.

�Finally�at
last,� Voldemort purred, his magically enhanced voice sounding out loudly
enough for everyone on the grounds to hear. �We meet again, face to face, Harry
Potter. For two years you have managed to elude my extensive network of spies,
two years of life you have lived in fear of this moment and this meeting.�

Harry
sneered. �You think much too highly of yourself, Tom. I was hardly living the last two years in fear of you; I was
doing something much more worthwhile. I was finding a way to destroy you.�

Voldemort�s
eyes burned with rage as he slammed his fist into Harry�s stomach, causing the
younger man to double over. �Such an insolent mouth you have Potter, has no one
bothered teaching you to respect your betters? Wait�I forgot, I killed your Mudblood of a mother.�

�Bastard Half-Blood!� Harry shouted, head jerking up to glare at Voldemort.

Voldemort
laughed as he spelled off Harry�s shirt and picked up one of Harry�s �blessed�
daggers and with two quick swipes cut a large X over Harry�s heart. �Quite the
temper you have, Potter. I must say you have certainly changed from the skinny
boy I last saw.� A hand caressed Harry�s toned stomach. �Not that I for one, am
going to complain. You look much more like your father now except for those
eyes of course. Those are the exact shade of your mother�s, such beautiful eyes
they�re the exact color of the Killing Curse.�

�Murderer!�
Harry snarled, eyes blazing with fury.

�Indeed
I am.� Voldemort agreed lazily as he circled around Harry pausing every so
often to cut idle designs onto Harry�s flesh like a bored student would doodle
on parchment. When he finished his circle, Harry�s body was covered in blood
from all the shallow cuts. Voldemort dipped a finger in Harry�s blood and
brought it to his lips, savoring the flavor.

�Such
power,� Voldemort commented, brushing a hand along Harry�s cheek. �Your blood
is filled with it, mature power. I have a place in my ranks for someone like
you, Harry Potter. I will not offer you weak platitudes, I will not tell you
pretty lies but I offer you the chance to show the world who you are; Harry, not the Boy-Who-Lived,
not the Savior of the Wizarding World but you, a man with power.�

Everyone
waited for Harry�s response, not daring to breathe. What would their Savior
decide? He was just as capable of Dark Magic as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; would
Harry Potter give into temptation and take the Dark Lord�s offer? Those closest
to the platform noticed him shaking, was he terrified or was he fighting the
allure of Dark magic?

Loud
bitter laughter echoed around the silent room, Cyriacus stopped breathing. That
was Harry�s laughter but even the golem hadn�t heard this dark tone from his
Creator. That laughter, hopeless bitter laughter continued for a good minute or
two before Harry spoke.

�Ad impossibilia nemo tenetur.�
Harry said before chuckling hysterically.

Ron frowned, �What does
that mean?�

Hermione rolled her
eyes. �Harry basically just said, �Nobody must keep a commitment to do
impossible things�. I think he�s mocking what Voldemort just offered him.�

�Morgana�s tits,� Harry coughed out between chuckles of
amusement. �The irony of this situation is so fucking hilarious!�

Voldemort�s
eyes narrowed. �Just what is so amusing, Potter? I�m offering you the chance to
live.�

Harry
shook his head and finally sobered. �I�m no one�s fool Voldemort; I know that
you are offering me what I am already to the supposed �Light�, a pawn and a
weapon. If I joined with you my life would be no different than it already is;
only I�d get hit with a Cruciatus Curse if I fail to please you. What you�re
offering me is to trade one kind of servitude for another and I would rather
have neither.�

�You
have changed then, you are not so blind now I see but still, would you die to
serve them,� Voldemort gestured to the crowd sprawled out, covered by the thick
yellow goop. �The �Light� and its followers have cast you down several times
and treated you like a leper when you no longer fit their ideal. Is that the
sort of life you wish to live?�

�What
is the point of existing, if one cannot be free? Even were I to join with you I
would be doing nothing more than exchanging masters and expectations. I am
powerful yes, I am knowledgeable but I am not immortal nor have I ever claimed
to be. I bleed and die just as easily as everyone else.� Harry said coldly eyes
scanning the faces below him. �The time for choices is long over and I was a
fool not to see them for what they were. Cowards all of them, hiding behind a
child who happened to be famous for not dying. What glory is there in that I
ask? They can revere me for that but I see nothing glorious or striking about
that.�

Voldemort
chuckled. �Such disdain and yet you will not join with me?�

Harry
laughed that horrible, bitter laugh. �What does it matter? Whether I serve the
Light or the Dark, I won�t survive a week after the end of the War. Do you
think I�m such a fool that I wouldn�t know that? I will only live for as long
as I have a use. You would never allow me to live longer than necessary; we
both know my power surpasses yours.� Harry shot a glance at Fudge. �And them? They fear my power as much as they fear yours,
perhaps even more so since I am still so young. I have lived my life as their
pawn, their �Savior� and their scapegoat. Even were I to escape tonight, I have
no doubts that after I destroyed you, I too would be destroyed �for the
protection of the Wizarding World�. It would not matter to them that I became
what I am due to them and their manipulations their desires for a hero. No, my life is forfeit whichever
path I tread.�

The
crowd below stared, some shocked, some shamed and some�speechless.

�Where
do you stand? It is much too late for you to declare neutrality.� Voldemort
said twirling the dagger with expertise as he pondered where he would cut next,
though it would not matter. Harry had gone through the efforts of cursing his
daggers with a Blood Magic curse which acted rather like a poison. He would die
eventually but Voldemort would no doubt quicken it and make a spectacle of it
for the eyes of his captive audience.

�As
I�ve said, the time for choices is over. I�ve just told everyone basically that
they can fuck themselves and that I�m tired of serving as both Sword and Shield
so what are my choices? If I am to die, so be it but let it be of my choosing,
let it be my decision.� Harry straightened and stared directly at Voldemort.
�Carve my flesh with my own daggers, smash my bones into dust, paint this
platform with my blood and feed my corpse to your creatures if it pleases you.
Do your worst, make an example of me if that is your desire, you can do
everything and anything to this body, this shell and it will� Never. Reach. ME.�

Cyriacus
struggled furiously against the ropes binding him. �No! Why are you talking
like that?! Why are you provoking him?�

�Because,�
Susan Bones whispered, face pale as she recalled the conversation she�d
accidentally stumbled upon between her Aunt and the Headmaster last night. �He
knows he�s going to die anyways.�

Hermione
gaped at her. �How would you know?�

�I
heard my Aunt and Headmaster Dumbledore in the library last night. I caught the
end of their conversation but...� Susan bit her lip, unable to continue
speaking.

Cyriacus
screamed at her. �What are you talking about?! What do you know about Harry?�

Forest
green and cerulean blue met.

�Someone
at Arcanum prophesized his death�Harry knew it was going to be this week,
that�s why he took you away. He wanted to spend time with you before...�

Cyriacus
stared at her. �No�no, he wouldn�t have done that! We�re in this together, he knows that!� Reaching within he grasped
wildly for the Blood Brother bond and found a weak thread connecting them.
�No.� Cyriacus moaned as he closed his eyes, pretending to be fighting back
tears. �Why?�

They
watched, almost unable to tear their eyes away until they each reached their
breaking point. Voldemort was an artist, and he took his craft quite seriously.
He was also creative, employing Harry�s own daggers, wooden stakes, heated iron
rods and an assortment of Potions. It was almost silent on the platform except
for the sounds of hammering, gasps of pain from Harry and shifting from the
Death Eaters. From where the captive audience watched sounds of vomiting or
dazed babbling broke the stillness of the night. The cool night air reeked of
burned human flesh while blood pooled on the platform like wet paint.

They
watched in horror, in fear, in disgust�and in silent admiration. Harry never
screamed, refusing to give Voldemort any kind of satisfaction other than a few
moans every so often. Voldemort was scowling darkly as he attempted to inflict
more and more pain, becoming more and more creative with his torture, trying to
get any kind of noise from the silent form of the Boy-Who-Lived. So they
watched a monster of a Dark Wizard torture their Savior in silence, unable to
speak and unable to tear their eyes away from the sickening show put on just
for them. Voldemort had been torturing Harry for nearly forty minutes, as
Harry�s body had instinctively Healed as much as it could the first fifteen
minutes before finally running out of excess energy.

Harry
was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness from pain, blood loss or his
steadily approaching death he was unsure. He was barely coherent when the
second phase of their plan began but he managed to do his part.

�They
are�coming for�me.� Harry said weakly.

�What
are you talking about Potter? No one will come to save you; it�s far too late
by now, you�ll die in the next ten minutes or thereabout.� Voldemort said
gloating.

�You know�nothing,�
Harry said very slowly. �They are coming�you see�for self.�

�What are you-� Voldemort began but then froze when he heard the sounds of
voices carrying over the waves.

�He has promised his
soul in exchange for his power, you cannot claim what is ours!� A familiar male
voice snarled.

A feminine voice
answered. �He was born to the Light and his intentions are honorable, his soul
will not belong to you foul demon.�

If
he wasn�t already in serious pain, Harry might have laughed. Convincing Nemesis
to play a small role in the extravagant story of his death had been no problem
but convincing Nusayr had been another thing entirely. After three hours of
arguing, Nusayr finally agreed to allow the �death� but only if he was present
to ensure that it was done properly. According to his father, the Wraith had
been in a foul mood the last two days and was often heard muttering under his
breath about Asadyl, failure and Chaos Vultures.

This
caused a huge problem; the solution they had eventually come to was simple enough,
weave an even bigger web of lies. So it was decided, the Wraith and the Werecat would pretend to be primordial beings from beyond
the Mortal Realm come to battle over who got his soul. Those few wizards who
knew anything about Muggle religions would put the clues together and ponder
about how Muggle religions came about. The important thing however, was that
they believed it and considering how many Muggle myths were in fact, either
Magical creatures or Wizarding relics, it would no doubt pass without further
comment.

Harry
glanced at Voldemort speculatively as the specters began to fight one another.
�Would you honor an Exchange Oath?�

Voldemort looked
intrigued. �It would depend on what you have to offer me.�

�I
have many things�� Harry replied drifting in and out of consciousness, almost
crossing death but a harsh slap from Voldemort settled him firmly in the Mortal
Realm. As he blinked, he was momentarily disconnected from his body as
something or someone borrowed his body �I have specific knowledge which should
make your attempt to conquer the Wizarding World easier.�

Voldemort looked
slightly surprised by his sudden coherence but the strange glaze in Harry�s
eyes alerted him to the fact that whatever was speaking was definitely not his
lover. �Very well,� Voldemort answered as they incanted the proper words for
Oath. �Speak quickly!�

�My
death hardly means anything in grand scheme of events; in fact it would have
happened regardless. What you are interested in though is that I know for a fact
that Merlin�s Prophecy is finally coming into effect�more I cannot say.�

Voldemort smirked,
making a mental note to research Merlin�s Prophecy. �What do you desire in
exchange?�

�Kill
me�after I finish �Repudiation Oath�specters must not�take�soul.� Harry said slowly, as alert as a dying man can be.

Voldemort
nodded and moved the Necromancer�s Dagger he had been given weeks ago.

Harry
took a deep breath and using the last of his energy spoke as loudly and as
clearly as he could. �I, Harry James Potter, Repudiate all Oaths sworn to
brothers and sisters, friends and allies. All bindings I hereby break and all
honors I disown with my life�s breath.� Harry�s choked
on blood and coughing managed to finish the Oath breaking. �Unforgiven
and dishonored�let my powers and Gifts�go to those who�stand firm
and�faithful.�

The
moment he finished, Voldemort quickly plunged the dagger into Harry�s heart.
There was a flicker of light as Harry managed to draw one final breath and then
stilled. The specters shrieked as they faded away, their quest in vain as their
quarry escaped.

Cyriacus
screamed as he felt the last fragile thread between him and Harry break. At the
exact moment the knife penetrated Harry�s heart, he howled with pain and grief,
sinking into oblivion just as a burst of light flared around him. Around him
the others unbound him and attempted to wake him, all of them looking confused
and disgusted by Harry�s actions.

Voldemort
laughed wildly in what most would consider joy but was in reality slight
hysteria. It had been a long evening and they could not be certain that all
would go according to plan until the golem switched places with the real
Cyriacus. Turning he faced his captive audience and sneeringly mocked them.

�So
it ends! Your hero dies dishonored at my hand by his request and with his dying breath gave me the information to
destroy my enemies! I am feeling very merciful now; I believe that after what
you�ve seen and heard, it would be more painful for you to live with the
memory.� Voldemort laughed and turned to face his followers. �Let us celebrate
my faithful! The fool is dead and the Light will be crushed beneath our boots!�

The
Death Eaters laughed and cheered as they all Apparated
away; leaving Harry�s cooling body sprawled on the platform, lying in what had
been its life�s blood.

Cyriacus�s
eyes snapped open and those closest shivered at the nearly black colored eyes,
which had a skin crawling emptiness and without a word he shoved them away from
him. Jumping to his feet, Cyriacus Apparated away,
locking onto the quickly fading glowing residue that had once been Harry Potter.
He reappeared on the platform without a whisper of sound, barely two feet away
from the cooling body of his �lover�. Those at Grimmauld Place
could attest to his shock and despair, they could account for his pain and
grief and besides the point, Cyriacus was immaculate
in the public, he would show no one his weakness. Shoving away any linger
feelings of grief, hot rage poured from him and though his eyes still looked
empty, he put on a show for the captive audience.

�You idiot!�
Cyriacus bellowed, drawing the attention of those who hadn�t been looking at
the platform.

Fudge
turned to look and nearly sighed with relief. �Mr. Snape! I hope that you know
how to brew the Potion to melt through this�saliva?�

Cyriacus
though had eyes only on his blood brother and dropping to his knees next to the
body; hit it furiously with his fists ignoring the feel of burned flesh and
soft fleshy internal organs. �You moronic self-sacrificing
son of a bitch! We were supposed to do this together!�

�How
can you stand to touch that traitor?� A nearby Auror hissed.

Cyriacus
turned and shot such a venomous look at the Auror that had the man been able,
he would have flinched. �What did you just call my Blood Brother you trussed
up, arrogant son of a whoring bitch?!�

�I�m
sure you were listening, you heard him!� The Wizarding Wireless broadcaster
shouted.

Cyriacus
sneered as he stepped over Harry�s body and stood on the edge of the platform.
�And Harry was right; none of you knew him at all. Don�t speak ill of my Blood
Brother you hypocritical, bastards! You don�t know anything about him, nothing
at all.�

�We
knew enough.� A woman snapped in heavily accented English.

�You
don�t know shit! Not a damned thing you hag, none of you could have done what
he�d done; none of you would have been willing to sacrifice yourself. Blind
pack of vultures, you don�t know anything.� Cyriacus snarled as he drew his
wand. �I won�t hesitate like he did the next person who calls him a traitor
will be hexed so badly your own mother won�t recognize she birthed you! Say
it�I fucking dare you!�

Dumbledore
attempted to intervene. �Perhaps none of us understood Harry but at the moment
he�s in a far better place while the rest of us are trapped here. Do you know
the Potion that will dissolve this liquid?�

�Why
should I bother to help any of you? You�re all set on calling him a traitor and
I personally don�t mind sitting here and watching you all squirm.� Cyriacus
said glaring before turning his attention to cataloguing the injuries on his
Blood brother�s body, face becoming slightly green at the remains.

Madam
Bones sniffed. �Mr. Snape, I assure you that we will leave Mr. Potter out of
discussion if you would please free us of this sticky prison.�

�I
concur.� Davidson and Ramsey echoed.

Dumbledore
nodded. �Not another word about Mr. Potter.�

Cyriacus
brooded for several minutes before sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. �The
Potion takes four days to brew but there�s a spell that will do the same but I
don�t recall it. Yavghid
or something similar I think. The problem however is that it takes a very
powerful witch or wizard to cast it.�

�How
can you not know the proper incantation?� A Wizengamot
member demanded.

Cyriacus
shot the woman a glare. �I didn�t
need to know it; Harry could cast it perfectly fine for the both of us. Now
hmm�it was either Yvghd, Yevgd, or perhaps Yhavghd.� As he spoke the last possible incantation, those
closest to the platform suddenly found they were free to move around as the
sticky salvia began to dissolve.

�You�ve
done it!� Someone shouted.

�How
could I have done it? I wasn�t even trying�� Cyriacus muttered before shooting
Harry�s body a dark look and cursing in several different languages.

Dumbledore
suddenly caught on and his eyes began to twinkle, even if Harry had betrayed
them and died, there was still hope in the form of one Cyriacus Snape. �Of
course, Mr. Potter swore the Repudiation Oath!�

Iphigenia
caught on and stared appraisingly at the rather mysterious younger Snape. �And
depending on how many Oaths he had sworn, his powers are divided amongst the
survivors.�

�Er�Mr. Snape? Would you mind freeing the rest of us before
you finish ranting to your dead Blood brother?� Percy Weasley
asked cautiously.

Not
even sparing them a glance, Cyriacus waved his wand and freed the rest of them
with two separate spellcasts. When they were freed,
he headed to his Blood Brother and began the tedious process of putting his
body back to its original form. Barely five minutes later, a haphazardly
dressed Wizard Apparated a few feet away from where
Cyriacus was kneeling next to Harry�s dead body. The newcomer was dressed in a
dove gray suit with a white silk undershirt and a sapphire blue vest and over
that he wore a simple black dragonhide cloak.

�Well
met, Mr. Snape.� The man greeted as he cautiously approached the younger
wizard.

Cyriacus
turned and looked up. �Good evening, Mr. Brandt. How long do we have?�

Alaric
pulled out a scroll of parchment from a pocket and unrolled it. �Time of death
was 11:05 PM Wednesday the 27^th of August. Vita Ustum will not come into effect
until 1:05 AM Thursday the 28^th of August. Will that be enough
time?�

�It
should be, I started with the internal damage and will work my way out.�

�I
wasn�t aware that you had trained to be a Mediwizard.�

Cyriacus
smiled before turning his attention back to Harry. �I didn�t but with Harry, I
learned quite a bit for necessity�s sake. Why don�t you go and tell the others
about the Vita Ustum
Curse? I wouldn�t want anyone to suffer if they attempted to do something to
Harry�s body.�

Alaric
smiled coolly. �But of course, it would be simply unfortunate if someone were
to inadvertently become the target of the Life Burning Curse.� They shared a
smile before Alaric joined the others.

Fudge
met him immediately. �Who are you and how did you get here?�

�I
am Mr. Alaric Brandt, Law Wizard to the deceased and I am here to inform
everyone present that with the death of Mr. Potter, the Vita Ustum Curse has been triggered.
Anyone who should desire to desecrate the body of my client will pay a most
unfortunate price.� Alaric said coldly.

The
word spread quickly around the gathered guests as Cyriacus poured his energy
into Healing Harry�s tortured body. By midnight, he was finished with all
injuries except the dagger which of course, could not be removed by anyone.
Dumbledore and several others insisted upon attempting to remove it but Alaric
and Cyriacus deterred them and took Harry�s body away for safekeeping.

The Dungeons

Potter Manor, Somerset
UK

Thursday the 28^th of August,
1997

11:30 PM

Dagger
in hand, Cyriacus sat up on the cold slab of marble he had been laid upon.
Alaric and the golem were sitting a few feet away, drinking Firewhisky
and talking as they looked at some papers. Before he could swing his feet over
the side and climb down from the elevated table, both men were at his side.

�How
are you feeling Cyriacus?� Alaric asked as they helped him off the table.

�Extremely
tired and stiff, my energy stores are nearly depleted. It is a good thing
perhaps that I am going to be in seclusion until Saturday evening.� Cyriacus
answered as he was led to a chair and given a Revival Potion.

The
golem bowed. �It was a pleasure to serve you but now I believe my time has come
to an end.�

Cyriacus
nodded as the two men walked back to the table, the golem changing his features
to match the Glamour that Cyriacus had yet to remove. Once he was a perfect
replica of the dead Harry Potter, Cyriacus released his Glamour and returned
back to natural form. A quick Switching Spell cast on their clothes and a
replica dagger was inserted into the golem�s chest and the switch was done.

Alaric
rejoined him and handed him a cup of herbal tea, laced with Healing Potion. �I
collected all the reports printed today for your examination. Would you like
something to eat or should I contact your father to relocate you?�

�It
is too soon to eat yet I believe,� Cyriacus answered with a slight grimace at
the thought. �Do contact my father; I should like to settle down somewhere
familiar so I may regain my energy.�

�Of
course, I will be back in ten minutes.� Alaric agreed as he exited the large
dungeon like room.

After
he finished his tea, Cyriacus carefully set it back on the table and reached
for the pile of newspapers and magazines, scanning the headlines.

Disillusioned
Boy-Who-Lived killed by You-Know-Who!

By: Alana Perkins

Wizarding
Times

Harry
Potter: Hero or Traitor?

By: Lowell Davenport

The Daily
Prophet

Dark Lord
Attacks, 114 killed, 34 injured!

By: Marjorie Cameron

Edinburgh Post

Who is Harry
Potter�s Mystery Love?

By: Sophie Agincourt

Parisian News

Cyriacus
Snape: Friend or Enemy?

By: Jacob Keyes

Atlantic
Arrow

Bonds Forged
in Blood, a look at the private lives of

Harry Potter
and Cyriacus Snape

By: Eloise Winston

International
Zephyr

The Final
Hours of Harry Potter�s Life, based on eyewitness interviews

By: Sakura Hiroshige

Tokyo Oracle

Cyriacus
rolled his eyes at the headlines and set the papers aside, closing his eyes. He
was so tired�

The Elite Wing

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton UK

Friday the 29^th of August
1997

12:02 AM

Voldemort
arrived just in time to see Severus and Cyriacus arrive by special Portkey. Barking out an order for the other Elites to move,
Severus carried his sleeping son into his bedroom, with Voldemort and some of
the Elite following. The sleeping wizard looked terrible; he was pale with dark
circles under his eyes and his body was thinner as if being dead for a day had
caused his body to waste away. As Cyriacus was set in his bed, his dark green
eyes opened and he blinked at them in some confusion.

�Have
you taken any Nutrition Potions?� Severus asked as he Transfigured Cy�s jeans and T-shirt into black
silk pajamas.

�Hmm? No,
I took a Revival Potion though and I had some Healing Potion with some tea.�
Cyriacus answered with a yawn.

Severus
pulled out a sea-green potion and Cyriacus rolled his eyes before taking it and
drinking. �Are you in pain?�

�I�m
stiff and exhausted, nothing some sleep and rest won�t
cure.�

�Are
you hungry? I can send for some broth.�

�No,
I just need some sleep.� Cyriacus answered stretching. �Take off my shirt and
turn me onto my stomach?�

Severus
blinked. �Why would you-�

Voldemort
spelled his lover�s shirt off and gently helped him turn over. �He probably
needs to Transform.�

�Right,
move aside.� Cyriacus answered slightly muffled.

Everyone
backed away as Cyriacus Transformed splattering blood on them. He stretched a
little and after tucking his wings close to his body, drifted into sleep
utterly exhausted.

The Kitchen

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Tuesday September 2^nd 1997

7:30 PM

�Severus how is Cyriacus coping?� Dumbledore asked politely after addressing how the
progress was going to secure Hogsmeade. For the first
time in two hundred years, the beginning of the Hogwarts term had been delayed.
For the safety of the students, Hogsmeade would need
to be better secured and in some cases, the wreckage needed to be cleaned up.

Severus
snorted. �He is no longer taking large doses of Calming Potion or Draught of
Peace. If you receive the Daily Prophet,
I�m sure you needn�t ask me how my son is coping.�

Hestia
Jones blushed. �He�s really going to Vitium Court every evening?�

�It
hardly matters when he goes, the Dark Lord approves of his little trips.�
Severus grumbled, looking sour though he had every right to be. Once his son
had fully recovered from his lover�s death, he had gone to Vitium Court to
liven up his nights. Cyriacus drank, smoked, danced and fucked his way through
whatever grief remained, scandalizing all of the Wizarding World in the
process. It seemed as if he was doing it all free of charge as well. Vitium Court
seemed to love the additional boost in tourism as the more curious witches and
wizards came to see the place that their former Savior and his Blood Brother
happily frequented. Cyriacus was feted wherever he went and well placed
photographers and reporters got more than enough pictures and interesting
observations to fill the gossip pages for weeks if not months.

Madam
Pomfrey bit her lip. �Perhaps you should get him some
professional help.�

�He
doesn�t need professional help unfortunately,� Severus growled darkly. �He is coping as well as he can.�

McGonagall
looked horrified. �But this is hardly a healthy way to cope with Harry�s
death!�

Severus
drew a deep breath. �For a quarter-Incubus who has lost his bond-mate, Cyriacus
is doing remarkably well.�

�WHAT?!�
Several people shouted at once, completely taken off guard.

Dumbledore
closed his eyes. �Why have you not mentioned this earlier Severus?�

�I
was not aware of it earlier.
Cyriacus made no mention of it until I confronted him on Sunday.� Severus said
looking aggrieved.

Oliver
Wood frowned. �So�he�s coping well because he didn�t waste away pining after
Harry?�

�No
Oliver, you have it all wrong. Incubi are not like Veela
who waste away after their Mates die. You see, they never have one single
compatible match; they are capable of forming multiple bonds throughout their
long lives. What Severus meant by saying that Cyriacus is coping well is that
Cyriacus has moved on, he�s looking for a new bond-mate.� Remus said clarifying
things.

Severus
glared at no one in particular. �If he were looking for a new bond-mate I would
hardly begrudge him that, but the fact that he is copulating with every
handsome man or beautiful woman he meets is simply uncouth of him! Cyriacus has
made it completely clear that he is not interested in forming another bond and
to be honest,� Severus sighed and rubbed his pounding temples. �His Incubus
blood is so diluted that he may in fact not
be capable of forming another bond.�

Remus
nodded thoughtfully. �That would make sense, if he weren�t capable of forming
another bond, it would no doubt be something that he wouldn�t want to admit to.
By saying that he�s not interested in forming a bond, he can reassure himself
that it�s what he wants and not
admit to the truth.�

Dumbledore
sighed. �I imagine that he will require leave to tend to his�urges?�

�Cyriacus
has said that he will need at least two evenings a week, one evening specifically
to tend to his needs and the other will be spent training with the Dark Lord
under the pretense of �attending� to his desires.� Severus said very sourly.

�Voldemort
knows that much about your son already?� Madam Bones asked, clearly unhappy.

Severus
scowled darkly at Madam Bones. �Cyriacus has become the Dark Lord�s favorite
servant and may be Marked before the beginning of
term. The Dark Lord has a�keen
interest in my son; I am not pleased with this turn of events.�

Several
Order members shot Dumbledore unhappy looks but the older wizard paid them no
mind.

�I
will see to the arrangements to ensure that Cyriacus is allowed off the
grounds. It is fortuitous that all the Seventh Year students have separate
rooms to begin with so I need not arrange that and have questions asked by
other students. Hopefully he will learn to be discreet.�

Severus
snorted. �Discreet? My son? Hardly and I blame it all
on that arrogant fool Potter.�

Sirius
growled as he jumped to his feet. �Don�t you dare speak about my Godson that way!�

�At
least not any place where your son might hear,� Fred murmured to George,
remembering Cyriacus�s snarled threat.

�Gentleman!
Calm down, Mr. Potter has yet to be buried. Speaking of which, have you decided
on a spell for tomorrow, Filius?� Dumbledore ordered.

Flitwick
looked vaguely unhappy. �I have found a spell that will suit our needs but
young Mr. Snape may not take it well that you are planning a s�ance at his
bond-mate�s burial.�

�It
cannot be helped; we need to know what was so urgent that Harry risked giving
Voldemort vital information. We need to know what Harry had planned and why he
was willing to sacrifice himself.� Dumbledore said firmly.

Severus
shook his head. �Be it on your head, Albus. If you
think I have a temper, it is no comparison to what my son is like when he is
angered. I would suggest you have two or four very strong, competent wizards
available to restrain him long enough for you to begin the s�ance.�

TBC in�Chapter 16: Tarnished Glory

Well
here it is! All finished in exactly a week! Not too bad of a wait now was it?

A
few quick note:

The Incubus bond-mate thing: This isn�t going to be a Creature fic,
where Harry ends up being forced to bond to Voldemort. Nope, I just used this
as a believable explanation for the Order.

NEXT CHAPTER (subject to change): The s�ance which you can expect lots of Harry ranting
and raving and Dumbledore bashing. The burial, Cyriacus summoned before Fudge,
Ramsey, Davidson, Bones and Dumbledore, which you can expect lots of nasty
words especially to Dumbledore. Hopefully I will get around to the interaction
between the Elite, maybe a look at what various Incubi are doing/planning, more
about Merlin�s Prophecy and maybe the start of Hogwarts? It�s very hard to say
or guess at this stage but there are lots of things that will need to be covered.
The Asadyl Summoning/explanation has been set back due to all the things that
will be occurring in the month of September.

Trust
me, I have lots of interesting meetings and other things planned. Read and
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