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Chapter XVIII - The Dark Lord's Gift to the Light

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The Great Hall was noisy as the student's talked while eating
their evening meal. It wasn't a feast but since the Minister of Magic was
visiting the school the majority of the students were there. Some still
had papers laid out beside them and were trying to study amidst the noise.
The teachers sat at the head table talking amongst themselves and to the
Minister's People about affairs of the world but two of them, like three
of the students were silent and had auras of concern around them.

Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat together at the Gryffindor table. They ate
their food mechanically and didn't speak to each other or to their fellow
House Members. There was nothing to say. Harry was hurt again and this
time it wasn't by Voldemort. This was worse. This had been done by a fellow
student and they didn't know who. Everyone had been accounted for
at the time, even the people Sirius swore were there. The knowledge was
driving them crazy and all three were splitting between spending every
spare moment in the Library, trying to determine how they could have done
it and watching their classmates for signs of guilt. Hermione and Ron were
also sparing some time to comfort Ginny. Originally Dumbledore and Sirius
were only going to tell them, but she had listened in because of her concern
for Harry and now knew everything, in all it's detail:

Someone had raped Harry. Not even Hogwarts was safe.

Dumbledore was also quiet at the Great Table. Unlike his students he
knew any number of ways of telling who had been with Harry but he needed
Harry to be awake and to tell them who had attacked before those methods
could be employed. He would catch the people who had hurt Harry and he
would expel them. Their actions demanded nothing less but their actions
reflected worryingly on the cohesiveness of Voldemort's forces. If the
Dark Lord had ordered this, then had the letter been just a sham or was
it some splinter group, who knew nothing of their Master's true plan, acting
on their own. Or was it another faction launching the opening moves in
their battle against their Master? There were too many questions that only
Harry could begin to provide the answers for but one thing was for sure,
he was expecting a visit from the Dark Lord soon.

Severus Snape was unusually quiet as he ate. Most people hadn't noticed
because his expression was as neutral as always but the trained eye might
notice the small furrow of a frown on his forehead. Things were happening,
rumours were spreading and there were whispers in the air that he didn't
understand. Since he had 'rescued' Harry, the Dark Lord had only called
him back once or twice and always in private, claiming that he had not
wanted to risk compromising his greatest spy. That was one change. Voldemort
had never cared for his follower's dangers. But Severus had just
returned from a larger gathering of Death Eaters and he had detected further
changes and he had detected unrest. Voldemort was moulding his plans for
conquest and not everyone liked the changes. The absolute fanaticism on
purity of blood had softened. He wasn't advocating acceptance of Mudbloods
but he was no longer condoning the killing of them outright. It had been
subtle but it had been there, just as the unrest had been present. Not
all his followers liked the new changes and while Severus was sure they
hadn't progressed past angry muttering but he was equally sure that they
would soon. And he was torn.

Dissention within the ranks of Death Eaters would make fighting the
Dark Lord that much easier and if by some miracle the Dissenters managed
to topple Voldemort, none of them would ever wield the same level of power
he did, making their defeat that much easier. But neither side could not
control dissent and it added an element of uncertainty that was not needed.
With a sigh he realised what his next action would be. Dumbledore would
need to be told and the next time he saw the Lord Voldemort he would mention
the unrest. That in turn would assure Voldemort of his loyalty.

There was a sudden chill in the air but no one thought anything of it
until silence swept over the Great Hall and all eyes fixed on the entry
doors. Standing in the antechamber was a tall wizard that Snape recognised
instantly - Lord Voldemort.

He was alone and his hood was drawn so that his eyes appeared to be
glowing in the darkness. Ivory hands extended from his robes and everyone
could see his wand. A red aura hung around him, wisps of power curling
off it like a flame. With heavy steps he moved forward, into the Great
Hall but didn't descend the steps. That would have brought him to below
Dumbledore.

No one screamed. No one had time to scream because the Dark Lord snapped
his wand up, casting a silencing charm on the students, his eyes never
leaving Dumbledore but the entire Hall seemed to shiver at the power.

"You try my patience," Lord Voldemort said heavily.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I do not understand, Tom."

"You did not understand then either but perhaps because it is him you
will understand." The Dark Lord raised his free hand and an image of Harry's
sleeping face appeared. "I will find them," he said, even as the image
faded.

"W...who..? W..w..what?" Cornelius finally managed to force the words
out.

Crimson eyes flashed and Voldemort looked at him with a sinister smile.
"Minister..." he hissed. With slow movements he pushed back his hood, allowing
the Minister of Magic to get a good look at him.

Snape suppressed a gasp of surprise. The previously baldhead was now
covered in luxurious black hair, much like the Dark Lord had possessed
before his rebirth. He still looked like a snake with almost no nose and
a lipless mouth but the hair did enhance his appearance, making him look
almost like the few pictures there were of him at the height of his power.

Cornelius' eyes opened wide. "..y...y..you!" He gasped. "That's not
possible."

"Ss..." Voldemort almost seemed to laugh. "I am immortal. I will be
reborn again and again and I will rule this world until the end of time."

"No! This is a trick. Some trick of Dumbledore's," Fudge snapped, sounding
like a petulant child.

Voldemort's eyes flashed dangerously but he turned his gaze back to
the Headmaster. "This is the man you allow to be the Minister of Magic?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Power cannot be used to force such things,
Tom," he said quietly.

The Dark Lord stared incredulously for a moment, assessing the Headmaster
before he raised his wand again. "Then I will give you a gift." He didn't
even bother tracing out the pattern with his wand, he just levelled it
at the Minister, saying the words with a force of will that was enough
to ensure the power of the spell. "Avada Kedrava!"

The green light flew true and several students cringed back, crying
out silently as the spell flashed above their heads. But this time it wasn't
aimed for any of them. Instead, Cornelius was flung backwards, his dead
limbs pulling Professor Vector down with him. His chair clattered to the
ground and for an instant there was silence before his two guarding Aurors
seemed to wake up and with frantic cries they raised their wands, "Avada
Kedavra!"

The two guard Aurors shouted the curse simultaneously and the green
lights that was their spells wrapped around each other as they speed towards
the Dark Lord. Voldemort stood his ground, watching the spells approach
and then feeling them hit without so much as flinching. The green wrapped
around him and for a moment, he didn't appear to be there, instead there
appeared to be a giant snake coiled where he was. There was a flare of
ruby light and ribbons of it spun around the Dark Lord interacting and
being consumed by the green before the light faded and everything resolved
itself back into the black robed form of the Dark Lord.

"Would you like to try again?" He invited with a scornful hiss as both
Auror's drew back with gasps that were more pain than surprise. Having
your curse fail was not a pleasant experience. "I am immortal," Voldemort
repeated.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes focusing on a flash of emerald and ruby
beneath Voldemort's robes before an almost imperceptible smile flickered
across his features.

But it wasn't fast enough. The Dark Lord turned back to him. "Ss...
So you see the truth? I wield the ancient power and he does not have a
chance unless he too is awoken to his power. There is only one way to return
his wand."

The Headmaster nodded tiredly. The Dark Lord was unfortunately right.
If he could not protect Harry then he should give the boy the means to
protect himself.

Voldemort returned his nod. "I will find them, something you never did
for me," he said, meeting Dumbledore's blue eyes squarely before he vanished.

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Silence reigned for a moment before it seemed everyone let go of an
explosive breath. Many of the students shivered, gasping and clinging to
each other as the warmth was robed from them, questioning each other disbelievingly
about the Dark Lord's presence. Above, the enchanted ceiling of the Great
Hall seethed with a storm. Thunder and lightning cracked and the dark clouds
were moving so fast they resembled the boiling top of a potion rather than
sky.

Ablus stood and waited for the students to notice him. "That was indeed
Lord Voldemort and as many of you have worked out, he did come in response
to the attack on Harry Potter. Now... Due to events, classes are cancelled
for the rest of the week and could all Prefects lead their houses back
to their Dormitories. Curfew is in effect tonight as of now." With that
Dumbledore sat back down watching as the students rose and left the Hall.

Dissention...

Tom had dissent within the ranks of his Death Eaters and he had chosen
now to focus on other things. The Headmaster could see the grim irony of
the situation.

A Dark Lord had no weaknesses, save those that were inherent in embracing
the dark. Their greatest weakness was an inability to see how much those
of the light would sacrifice willingly for those they loved. It had brought
about Tom's downfall last time. Lily, bless her, with the pure love of
a mother had no thought past saving Harry, no matter the cost and she had
and in saving her son had brought down the most powerful Dark Lord in centuries.

That had been Tom's weakness. He could not comprehend love.

But now... Was it love he felt for Harry, or lust, or something else
entirely? The line between love and hate could be thin and before certain
events Dumbledore would have been sure that Tom could have maintained his
hate.

But if the Dark Lord now understood love, and knew how important it
was then what weakness did he have?

Dissention within his ranks..? Dumbledore shook his head. Tom may not
care about that but he had not been a Dark Lord for as long as he had without
knowing how to deal with it.

Power..? No, he was one of the most powerful wizards in centuries. His
raw power was in no way deficient and if he knew love, then he was even
more powerful now than he had been.

Love..? The strength of the Light..? It seemed that Tom loved or lusted
after Harry but was not willing to give up his position as the Dark Lord.
So if Harry returned the feelings in anyway would that make them star crossed
or would the boy accept the Darkness?

Harry... What magic have you wrought?

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