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In Servitude of the Dark : My Obiesance	By : xXxLuckyxXx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 39418 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: This story is based off of J.K. Rowling’s amazing Harry Potter series. All characters, locations, themes from the world of HP belong to her. This is not for money or profit. I am just having fun playing in her magical world.

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Chapter 15 : The Preparations – December 15, 1994
Surprisingly, the wards over Privet Drive did not immediately tell the Headmaster his cousin was missing. No, this discovery was made purely by accident when one of the muggle born Hufflepuff’s parents saw Dudley on the news, owled her son, who then told Susan Bones, knowing Susan’s aunt worked at the DMLE. So it was nearly 4 days after the kidnapping, on December 16^th that Harry finally got the summons he’d been expecting.
Since this could potentially grow into a high profile case, Amelia Bones herself was waiting for him in the Headmaster’s office. In addition, Sirius Black and Andromeda Tonks were notified as well. Harry stuffed and locked all the memories of that night deep into his occlumancy shields, and prepared himself to put on the greatest act he’d ever perform.
“Pup, what’s going on?” Sirius said the moment he walked in and then grew alarmed when he saw Amelia. A glance at Dumbledore showed he didn’t have any idea either, and Harry merely shrugged, affecting a look that was slightly confused, but not too worried.
“He’s not in trouble, Mr. Black,” Amelia quickly said, just as Andromeda arrived by floo, looking just as confused.
Harry pretended to slump with relief. “Oh thank, Merlin,” he said, grinning. “Not that I can think of anything I’ve done recently.”
Everyone in the room chuckled. “Well, now that we are all here, I will begin,” Madam Bones said. “I am afraid that while you’re not in trouble, Mr. Potter, I am still here in an official capacity. Mr. Potter, it is my unpleasant duty to inform you that your cousin, Dudley, went missing.”
Harry stiffened, trying to look surprised and disbelieving. “I’m sorry, did you just say he was missing?”
Dumbledore tensed. “When did he go missing?”
“According the muggle police reports, about 3 days ago,” Madam Bones answered. “He was due at a friend’s house, a boy named Mr. Polkiss. Do you know of him?”
Harry nodded. “Piers Polkiss. He hangs around Dudley all the time.”
“Yes. Your cousin was due at Mr. Polkiss’ residence, but never got onto the bus and never arrived,” Madam Bones continued.
Sirius looked up to the Headmaster. “I thought you were supposed to have those fancy wards all over that house,” he said accusingly. “And now we find out Harry’s cousin has gone missing, and it looks like you knew nothing of it!”
“Sirius,” Dumbledore said, placatingly. “You are correct that this is news to me as well, however, I must allow a certain number of days to account for vacationing or for the boy to spend time with his friends.” Having temporarily mollified Sirius, Dumbledore turned back to Madam Bones. “What has already been done?”
“We have not approached the parents yet,” Madam Bones said, directing her answer to Harry. “If you would like to visit your aunt and uncle, I can escort you there.”
No matter his conflicting feelings about Dudley, he was never going back to that house. “Are you kidding?” he asked, forcing himself to act like a boy who was glad to be rid of his bully. “I could care less that Dudders went missing. Most likely, he just ran away from home…”
This earned him a look of shock.
“Madam Bones,” Andromeda quickly interjected. “My client has suffered a number of years of physical, emotional, and mental abuse, and gross negligence at the hands of his muggle caretakers. There is very little love lost between them.”
Madam Bones looked horrified before snapping at Dumbledore. “You had assured the Wizengamut that the boy would be safe wherever you placed him,” she growled, but didn’t give the old man a chance to answer before she turned back to Harry. “Is this true, Mr. Potter?”
Harry sighed and nodded. “I’m afraid so, Madam. For the first ten years there, I was locked inside a tiny broom closet, only let out to cook their meals and do their chores. For punishment, they’d withheld food, and locked me up in the cupboard for days…no food, no water, no bathroom…”
Madam Bones grew paler by the second.
“Now Harry, my boy,” Dumbledore tried to interject, but four glares quickly shut him up.
“If there is any truth to your claims, Mr. Potter, not that I think you are making any of this up,” Madam Bones said, rising from her chair. “You can ensure that we will get to the bottom of this. Your former guardians will not get away with this.”
“Severus has all of Harry’s medical records,” Sirius piped up helpfully. “Before he fixed the boy up.”
Madam Bones inclined her head. “Yes, I would like to see those as well.” Then she turned back to Harry. “I understand you may not care about your cousin, but we have attempted to magically find him, and we weren’t able to.”
Harry made sure to look appropriately confused. “Umm…what does that mean?”
“It means either your cousin is behind heavy wards,” she answered.
“Unlikely since they hate all things magic,” Harry put in.
“Or he was…”
“Killed,” Harry finished nodding. “I see. Will you keep me up to date on that?”
“Of course, Mr. Potter,” she said. “Now, if you’ll all excuse me, it appears this case is more complex than I was first led to believe.”
Dumbledore waited until Madam Bones disappeared through his floo. “Harry, do you realize the ramifications of what may have just happened?”
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Andromeda beat him to it. “Thank you Headmaster for the use of your office, but I think I am more than capable of counseling my client on such ramifications,” she said, gesturing Harry to stand, ushering a bemused Harry out the door.
Once they were back in the corridor, Harry asked, “so what are the ramifications?”
“As far reaching or as discrete as you would like,” Andromeda answered. “We can push this all the way to the Wizengamut, publicize it, and if you so please even change some current laws on magical orphans….or I can put a gag order on the press and makes sure this is all contained. Whatever you wish, Harry.”
Harry asked her to wait for now, make sure Madam Bones’ investigation did not get leaked yet until he was ready. While they all knew this would discredit Dumbledore, they hadn’t anticipated how much affect this one case would have in their world. It was something they could definitely use to their advantage, if they planned it carefully.
Meanwhile, the Gryffindors were pestering him to open the mysterious Box from the First Task. To be honest, between everything going on, Harry had completely forgotten about it. So, in the middle of a crowd of curious Gryffindors, Harry decided to indulge them. He’d already cast several detection charms. The box, itself, emanated a weak level of magic. Harry suspected the magic came from a magical tree from which the box was made from. Flipping the latch, he opened the box and a musical tune was released.
Ignoring the music for now, everyone peered inside.
“Oh what a horrible thing to give you, Harry,” Neville said, looking quite shocked. Several people murmured agreements.
Inside was a wand, only it was broken in half, bent at an angle. Even if it weren’t real---there was no core in it---it was still disturbing to look at. Sort of like a doll with its head ripped off or a caged unicorn. Behind him, Colin Creevy managed to sneak a picture of the open box.
“The music is called Stolen Child,” Neville offered shyly, and everyone turned to him, who immediately clammed up after that.
“Oh yeah,” Finnegan nodded. “It’s a bard about fairies stealing children away. My grandma used to sing it to me, and my parents used to threaten me that if I misbehaved the fairies would come kidnap me and take me to their realm.”
Harry’s eyebrows lifted.
“I’ve never heard of that before,” Hermione said, looking irritated about not knowing.
“It’s an old wizarding tale,” Neville added. “My Gran said the same thing…about the kidnapping.”
“So what does this mean then? A song about fairies kidnapping kids and a broken wand,” she asked, frowning, which started a round of wild speculations.
Some even suggested they might break his wand if he failed the next Task.
“Whatever it is, I am not going to worry about it until after Winter Break,” Harry announced and shut the box decisively, earning some groans of disappointment from the others. He’d store it in a magic proof drawer with a power stasis charm in his backpack. If there were any other clues spelled into the wand or box, he didn’t want it to degrade until he had a chance to really study it.
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December 17, 1994
Shortly before Winter Break, Andromeda owled him the deed to Godric’s Hallow and a ward stone. After classes were over, Sirius and Harry apparated to the house that he was born in.
“Looked like a bomb exploded in there,” Harry muttered, awed in a morbid way at the destruction that night had wrought. The complete top half of the cottage was completely wrecked, so they could see right inside. When Sirius didn’t respond, Harry turned to him. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you…”
“No, Pup,” Sirius said. “I need to be here. I didn’t get the chance to say my goodbyes.”
Harry nodded in understanding before activating his ward stone. Then the two solemn wizards made their way carefully through the broken wreckage. It appeared to be part muggle part wizarding household. Downstairs were the kitchen, living room, and dining rooms. With the powerful stasis charm, it looked like the cottage was just waiting for its inhabitants to return from work, not like it had been vacant for 13 years. There was no dust, cobwebs, or even the smell some houses got as they aged.
“I think I’m going to fix this place up,” Sirius said decisively.
Harry raised his eyebrows. “And stay here?”
Sirius looked startled at the idea. “Well, no…you know, to keep their memory alive and all.”
“Well, you can stay here, you know. I know you must have some kind of family home or something,” Harry said with a shrug. “But I don’t mind.”
“I would sooner go back to living in that underground tunnel than back to Grimmauld!” Sirius replied with a look of disgust. “But this, I think I can get used to. There were some great memories under this roof.”
Harry nodded. “I can sign over the deed to you then,” he said, wanting to put all of his past behind him. It would be too much of a conflict on his emotions if he tried to keep the home where his parents died in while serving the man who killed them.
“No, you’ll get proper compensations for it,” Sirius insisted. “You know money isn’t an issue with me.”
Harry did know, so he nodded agreeably, before examining the rest of the house. There weren’t any talking portraits, but there were plenty of pictures on the walls of the three of them. Harry wasn’t quite ready to face them yet, so he asked Sirius to pack up anything of sentimental value. Finally, they got to the stairs that would lead to Harry’s nursery.
“I don’t think I can go up there,” Sirius said, looking up the stairs warily.
Harry, who already had a foot up, nodded in understanding. “I have to see,” he said.
“I’ll be out back then,” Sirius replied, pointing. “That’s where your parents are buried.”
Harry promised to join him after he was done here. Upstairs was where all the bedrooms were. Harry quickly went through his parent’s bedroom and packed up their things, including photos, jewelry, and various keepsakes. He did not stick around, already feeling a little choked up. Even though he could not remember his parents consciously, he was grateful for the fact that they did love him.
And then he went to his nursery. This was the epicenter of the destruction, and beyond the charred mess, there was very little Harry could make out of the room. Someone, most likely Dumbledore, had also cleansed the place of any magical residue. Harry didn’t know what he’d feel once he actually saw the place where it happened, maybe hoping for some kind of long lost memory to be triggered, but instead all he felt was numb inside…Like this all happened to someone else.
“Well, what did you expect,” Harry scolded himself before getting to work. The spot where Voldemort lost his body was obvious. There was a large charred area on the floor. Squatting down to examine it, Harry could detect a fine layer of ash coating the carpet. According to Marvolo, he only needed a pinch of the ashes, but Harry collected it all anyway, leaving it up to Severus and Barty to sort out what came from what.
His task done, Harry went out back to meet up with Sirius, who had his head bowed before two gravestones. He was surprised to see tears leaking from Sirius’ eyes, but the watery smile assured him that they were cathartic tears, not tears of pain. “Prongs just scolded me for getting caught by aurors,” he joked before pulling Harry forward. “Hey Lils, Prongs. Look who else came to visit,” he said. “Yup, and he’s grown into a damn fine wizard, all by himself too, if you can believe it.”
“Sirius,” Harry mumbled in embarrassment.
“Have a chat with your parents,” Sirius advised. “I’ll give you a few moments with them.”
Harry nodded gratefully. “Well, mum, dad,” he began stiffly. “If you’re really out there watching me, I know you must be rolling in your grave. But I know what I’m doing, and I know it’s the right thing.” Harry sighed, not really knowing what else to say. “I guess, I should thank you for trying to protect me that night, but I’ve forgiven Severus for his part in the Prophesy and I’ve forgiven your murderer. You can yell at me later when we’re together again, but it wasn’t their fault, just like it wasn’t your guys’ fault for not moving to Timbuktu when you learned you were pregnant with the Prophesized Child. The fault can be completely laid at Dumbledore’s feet. He used and manipulated everyone like chess pawns.” Harry straightened his shoulders. “I will be the one to undo all the damage that Dumbledore has wrought on our world, and I hope you will eventually be proud of what I’ve done.”
Then he turned to his mother’s grave. “You know, I’m not sorry about Dudley,” Harry said, and honestly he wasn’t anymore. The night of Dudley’s ‘de-boning’, Harry needed Dreamless sleep before he could close his eyes and not see his cousin’s body. But last night was his first potion-free and nightmare-free night. “I know he’s your nephew, but he wasn’t some innocent. He made my life miserable. I served as his punching and kicking bag for more ten years. He drove all of my friends away, and I got beaten for everything he did. So, Mom, I’m not sorry.” Then with a nod to both of them, Harry went back to Sirius.
Have a good chat, Pup?”
Harry smiled. “Got some stuff off my chest, so yeah,” he answered, honestly.
The next day, McGonnagall announced at the end of the class that Hogwarts will be hosting the Yule Ball. The responses for this were split. All the girls twittered excitedly like little birds, while all the boys stared at their counterparts, a little intimidated and overwhelmed. And then McGonagall held Harry after class.
“It is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament for the Champions to open the floor with a dance,” she began. “And since you are in first place, you will lead, followed by Ms. Delacour and Mr. Krum.”
Harry nodded, knowing by then he wouldn’t be in Hogwarts. He would be waist deep in a Resurrection Ritual for the Dark Lord. “Okay.”
McGonagall narrowed her eyes suspiciously before a look of awkwardness came over her. “Mr. Potter, do you know to dance?”
Harry gave her a look of indignation. “Madam Tonks has ensured that I can dance several wizarding ballroom styles, both male and female parts,” he answered primly. That was an interesting lesson, he remembered, when Nymphadora turned into a man and made him dance the female role.
McGonagall coughed. “It would be best if you found yourself a female partner,” she advised.
Harry lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? I thought homophobia was just a muggle prejudice?”
Now McGonagall looked flustered. “Well, of course. But this event will be widely covered and the muggleborns…”
“And you, or more likely Dumbledore, doesn’t want his little Golden Boy to appear as anything other than acceptably normal by his beloved muggleborns,” Harry finished.
“Mr. Potter!” McGonagall scolded. “This is merely for appearances sake and just to open…”
It suddenly dawned on Harry that he didn’t need to waste his breath arguing with her because he wasn’t going to be here anyway. “I don’t know why you are condoning a muggle prejudice, a prejudice that has caused endless problems for the muggles. Why should we change all our beliefs around just to keep a few homophobic muggle-borns comfortable?” With that, he turned on his heel and left McGonagall sputtering and speechless behind him.
As Christmas grew closer, the students grew more preoccupied with the dance than with their school work. The only class the students paid attention to anymore was Potions because Severus refused to let his students slack off. This, of course, made him wildly unpopular even among the Slytherins, but Severus couldn’t care less.
Harry had the misfortune of being present when Ron inadvertently forgot that Hermione was a girl, herself, which started the two bickering at each other and trying to drag Harry between them. “Why are you even offended?” Harry finally asked Hermione. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve already got a date.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “How did you know about that?” she asked, surprised.
“I do speak with other people besides Gryffindors, you know,” Harry reminded her. In fact, more and more he was associating with the other Houses, and he got on pretty well with Krum now.
Meanwhile, most of the teachers were stressing over decorating the castle, dressing it up to impress their foreign visitors, while at the same time coming down hard on any misconduct. The common rooms were suddenly filled with magazine pictures of the latest gowns and fashions. Girls were giving each other tips on make-up and glamour spells. The richer purebloods even used their Hogsmeade weekend to get their nails professionally done.
And then there were those boys who still hadn’t found partners were really starting to feel the pressure. Ron seemed to be perpetually tense and twitchy whenever a girl walked by. Hermione was still mad at him, and Harry remained single refusing every single offer that came to him. And there were a lot too. Every day of this week, owls would drop in on him during breakfast.
“More requests?” Ron stared at the growing pile of letters and gifts with poorly concealed envy.
Harry shot him a cool glare before turning away, affecting indifference. That was what Ron was to him now. Neither friend nor enemy…just an unpleasant acquaintance. Harry began working on freeing the birds from their burdens. Because of his amazing performance on the first task, he was inundated with girls and boys asking him out to the ball. But that wasn’t all. He was absolutely shocked at some of the things they would do to get his attention. The first time he opened a card with a very provocative picture of well-endowed 7^th year Hufflepuff, he slammed it closed and glowed bright red. The twins ended up teasing him mercilessly for the rest of the day.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Fred had said before happily plucking the risqué picture from Harry’s slack grip.
As embarrassed as Harry was because of all this, it did give Marvolo the solution to removing Harry Potter from Hogwarts without incurring too much suspicion. Having been forewarned of the plan, Harry made sure everyone at the table was watching him sift through his letters and gifts, giving Severus a pointed look. Severus returned the look with a discrete nod of his own.
And then Harry picked up the seemingly innocuous bracelet and suddenly disappeared from the Gryffindor’s table.
He could almost hear Hermione’s scream.
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December 19, 1994 – Riddle Manor
There was four days between Harry’s abduction and Yule. Harry spent some of this time familiarizing himself with the ritual. It was a high level one, complex, and required a lot of blood from him, but that wasn’t what bothered him most. No, what made him squirm uncomfortably and turn bright red was the fact that he would have to perform the whole thing skyclad, in other words, without a stitch of clothing on.
“You mean Severus and Barty will see me…?” Harry was so embarrassed that he couldn’t even say it out loud.
Marvolo chuckled. “It is a common practice, little one. In the Greater Rituals, the sacrifice is always skyclad,” he explained. “The others will think nothing of it.”
Harry gave his friend a dubious look before shrugging. It wasn’t like he’d never gone naked before another person before. There was the quidditch shower rooms, and if they could be professional about it, Harry was determined to be as well. “I’m going to miss you,” Harry said, perhaps for the 5^th time since he arrived at Riddle Manor. “I know a part of you will be inside Him, but it still won’t be the same.” Harry burrowed into Marvolo’s chest. He liked having Marvolo all to himself.
Marvolo idly combed through the boy’s hair. The separation was going to be tough on him too, but not nearly as much as it would be for Harry. “You promise you will be cautious after the resurrection,” Marvolo said. “Follow Severus’ lead. He will not fail you.” Marvolo had privately made sure Severus understood that Harry’s safety was his primary duty, even above and beyond his duties as a Death Eater.
Harry looked perplex. “The Dark Lord doesn’t seem to want to kill me,” Harry said. “I mean, yes, He is ruthless, but he’s supposed to be.”
“Do not let that fool you, Little One,” Marvolo chided. “He…no I can be a very manipulative bastard if I wish to be. And right now, we only have his cooperation because he has some agenda of his own in mind. Do not think for one moment that He wants to merge with his horcruxes, let alone two,” Marvolo said. “And being the main soul piece, he will have dominance over any soul fragment.”
Harry shook his head. “No! I can’t believe that if you are part of the Dark Lord, you will let him hurt me,” He said stubbornly loyal.
“You’ve read The Art of Submission,” Marvolo began, seemingly from nowhere. “What kind of relationship do you hope this is going to be?”
Harry had read the book a couple days back, but between his classes, planning and kidnapping Dudley, the trip to Godric’s Hallow, and his secret training, he’d only managed to read it once through. And for a book on sex, it was surprisingly dry and philosophical. It talked about safe words, contracts, rights and responsibilities…it went into the psychology of Doms and Subs, hygiene, and ethics and boundaries… Harry knew it was all important information, and was glad for reading it, but even now he still felt like he was running more on instincts than knowledge.
“I know this type of relationship builds off trust, respect, and mutual consent,” Harry began. It was something the book kept repeating, seemingly on every other page. The problem was, while Harry trusted Marvolo, he knew very little of Voldemort. He had no problems serving the Dark Lord as a Death Eater, but even with Marvolo gentling the Dark Lord, Harry was scared to submit in any sexual way.
He knew now that he’d been hoping for a fantasy, one where the Dark Lord was exactly like Marvolo, only with warm, living flesh that he could touch and feel. But the reality of it was, neither Marvolo or Harry could predict exactly what the outcome of this ritual was going to be and what kind of dark lord Voldemort would become.
Marvolo was quiet for so long that Harry turned around, questioningly. “Marvolo?”
“If you should need to, I have left you with an escape,” Marvolo began stiltedly.
Harry’s eyebrows jumped up. “An escape? From the Dark Lord?”
Marvolo nodded, looking like he was fighting against himself to reveal this information. “It’s an adjustment to the ritual that I’ve made without my other self knowing,” he continued. “A tiny, minuscule change but it will have dramatic effects on the His newly resurrected body. When I leave the diary for the last time, I will leave the memory of this alteration behind, so that the Dark Lord does not learn of it from me. In fact, there will be many memories, mostly of your training, that I will leave behind to ensure you have a tactical advantage, if it turns out that you must defend yourself against him.”
Harry could only stare at his friend in confusion. “What are these alterations?” he asked anxiously. At this late in the plans, any changes could be disastrous. “And what will it do?”
“The original ritual binds our souls into the flesh,” Marvolo explained. “But I’ve altered a single rune, so our souls will be bound to your blood instead. If the worst happens tomorrow, and a monster rises from the alter, or he is a threat to you, I want you to go deep inside yourself, find our link, and sever it.”
Harry stiffened. “Sever it!” he protested, outraged. “But if your soul is bound to my blood…”
Marvolo nodded. “Then our souls will be released.”
“You mean you’ll die!” Harry said accusingly and shook his head hard. “No, I won’t do it. You can’t put that burden on me.”
“You are the only one who can do it,” Marvolo replied sternly. “You must sever the link before the 4th day passes because after that all your blood will be converted to the Dark Lord’s.” Seeing the stubborn look in the boy’s eyes, Marvolo decided to appeal to the child’s sense of responsibility. “Foolish child. This is not just to protect you. The wizarding world will not survive another fragmented Dark Lord. If the worst comes to pass, it would just be better if you took over as the new Dark Lord. I have left maps and instructions for you in the diary…”
Harry sputtered. “Wh..what? Me, take over?” he giggled a little hysterically. “You’ve gone mad, Marvolo.”
“And you, my Little Serpent, are being willfully blind. Remember…a final Change is endured,” Marvolo recited a clause from the prophesy. “What if this is the ‘Change’ for which the Prophesy refers to?” Marvolo pressed on. “That in order for the Dark to win, you must assume the role of the Dark Lord?”
Harry shook his head, refusing to entertain the idea. Now he was getting annoyed. “Why are we even talking about this anyway?” he asked. “You’re not going to let the Dark Lord kill me or ruin the wizarding world, so let’s just enjoy being together before you have to go. And I’ll read the diary and I promise I will be careful. He won’t have me or my wand if he can’t respect me too.”
Marvolo sighed. “Very well, but just keep what we’ve discussed in mind,” he advised.
Harry rolled his eyes and allowed himself to snuggle up against his friend, deliberately putting all that distressful talk in the back of his mind where it belonged. There was no way, no way, Harry was going to be the one to end up killing his friend, Prophesy be damned.
A/N: I have good news and bad news. Good news: The next chapter is what you’ve all been waiting for…LV’s Resurrection! Bad news is, school is starting again, which means longer time between updates. Sorry, it can’t be helped.
Also, for those who have asked me to post the rest of what I have written, without editing or let a beta edit it to save time…I’m afraid I can’t. I am the type of writer that produces a second draft that is completely different from my first draft. So while my first draft is complete, my second only covers the next 7 chapters, and even those might change as I read through my own writing.
Finally, I know I used to respond to every review I received, but it was severely cutting into my writing time. I figured you guys would rather have me write and post chapters than receive a response from me. Having said that, I still read and appreciate every single review. Like I’ve said before, I write for my own enjoyment, but I post for all of you, and your reviews have let me know my work is worth the effort. So thanks to you all!
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