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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 17
“Welcome my loyal Death Eaters.”
The low, sibilant voice skated over Draco’s skin in a decidedly unpleasant manner. He wondered how he could be repulsed by the hissing quality of the Dark Lord’s voice and yet feel the exact opposite when Harry spoke with the same effect. Carefully tilting his head downward to show the proper respect, Draco observed the Dark Lord through his lashes. He had heard that the man had been astoundingly handsome and charismatic when he was younger but none of his previous appearance seemed to be left. Even his voice seemed distorted to fit his twisted appearance. Draco flicked his gaze around to the other Death Eaters and observed the disgustingly obsequious expressions of adoration mixed with fear. He had to fight to keep the sneer off of his face.
He acknowledged to himself that he would have been one of the ones trembling in fear and anxiety not too long ago. He had been too scared when he was brought before the Dark Lord to be Marked to observe his fellow Death Eaters. Now he was able to find their behavior almost amusing, though still shameful. His faith in Harry’s power and protection was a strong support that he had never experienced before. He quickly cleared the tiny smile off his face that had started to form without his conscious permission and turned his attention back to his ‘Master’.
“The time has come for us to take back the Wizarding World and purge it of the unworthy. The death of Harry Potter has ensured our victory, not that there had ever been a doubt that we would prevail. Dumbledore stands alone in the midst of weaklings and ignorant mudbloods. The time of the Dark is upon us!”
The Dark Lord gazed importantly at his followers as they cheered in anticipatory adulation like crazed beasts. Draco gave a half-hearted cheer to blend in before the Dark Lord raised one hand to restore peace. Many of the Death Eaters’ faces were shining with feral excitement for the coming bloodshed. Draco found them disgusting.
“Though it pains me to admit this, the Light vastly outnumbers the noble Dark in terms of wizards. But fear not, my friends, for we have the numbers needed. It is only natural that we shall be joined by the Dementors, werewolves, giants, and after today, even the vampires,” Voldemort raised his voice slightly to be heard over the excited whispers that were rippling throughout the Death Eaters at the announcement of the vampires participation. Draco was surprised the Dark Lord allowed the whispers, but the smirk on his face let Draco realize that he must be feeling pretty smug about the vampires and wanted his followers to whisper in awe about his greatness. It took an extreme effort to not roll his eyes.
“That’s right, my Death Eaters. Your Lord, after much investigating, has discovered the true hierarchy of the vampires, previously thought to have no coherent society or loyalty. You will be witness to a moment in history. The leader of the vampires will come here tonight to pledge their loyalty!”
More cheering was heard and Draco fought the look of shock and disbelief that was threatening to take over his face. Pledge their loyalty? How conceited was the Dark Lord to believe that such ancient and powerful beings would submit to him? Draco could honestly say that Tristan was far more terrifying than the Dark Lord when the vampire had a mind to be. Luckily, Draco knew he was absolutely safe with his mate’s Sire.
And Draco also couldn’t wait to see Harry wipe the smug look off of Voldemort’s face. He glanced to his side and saw a similar expression in the eyes of Theodore Nott as they smirked at each other.
At that moment, a loud bell was heard signifying that a guest had arrived and was waiting to be admitted into their meeting. Absolute silence reigned as the Dark Lord arrogantly waved his wand to open the double doors and reveal a tall, hooded figure.
***
Harry rolled his eyes, hidden by his deep hood, as he slowly entered what appeared to be a ballroom. Or perhaps a throne room, he thought to himself when he noticed the monstrosity of the chair that Voldemort had seated himself on in front of his followers. Pompous, self-important arse.
Harry strolled slowly down the center of the room toward Voldemort, the Death Eaters gathering on either side of him to create an aisle leading to their Lord. There were more than Harry would have guessed, though he supposed the death of Harry Potter pushed many to join the Dark when the Light’s hope and savior was no longer a factor. The masses of the Wizarding world had such weak convictions; Harry was satisfied that he planned to leave them all behind to clean up their own mess or drown in it.
He was suppressing his magical aura completely, to give the false impression that he carried no magic. He was hoping they would underestimate him so he could shame them later. He wasn’t sure if any of them knew about vampires or if they all believed that they were inferior, sub-human beings with no magic.
Harry quickly scanned the crowd as he stopped in the center of the room, searching for his precious mate. He found him near the back, poorly concealing his excitement. Harry had to hold back a snort and gladly noted Theo by Draco’s side. He flicked his eyes toward the front and noticed his father standing not too far away from Voldemort, eyeing him critically, and Lucius by his side. They were obviously elites, judging by their proximity to their Lord, not that Harry hadn’t been expecting it.
Bellatrix was also standing very close to Voldemort and Harry had to restrain himself from killing her instantly. He may have left most of his human life behind, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t still furious about Sirius’ death by the hands of that deranged bitch. Her expression reminded him of a child who was about to receive a great gift. Of course she was excited by the prospect of an upcoming bloody war.
He really hoped Draco didn’t consider her part of this family even though she was his aunt. Harry was completely unwilling to spare her, no matter what Draco said.
An unwelcome, but familiar scent made itself known to him and he stiffened instinctively before quickly relaxing again. He would address that issue later.
“Lord Voldemort,” Harry said softly, though his voice carried around the entire chamber, “how may I be of service to you?” He refrained from lifting his hood, keeping his appearance a mystery for now. He also kept all power and authority out of his voice, knowing he would sound young, though not afraid. He saw confusion and disappointment on Voldemort’s face, obviously wondering why Harry seemed so powerless and why he had come alone.
“You are the leader of the vampires?” Voldemort asked skeptically, then demanded, “What is your name?”
Harry remained silent for a moment, then said calmly, “No, I am not the leader. My Father, our leader, delegated this menial task to me.”
The look of offended fury on the face of Voldemort was a sweet treat for Harry as he fought not to laugh out loud. It looked like he wasn’t even going to get a chance to pretend to negotiate with Voldemort about the vampires’ participation since he was already angering the crazy wizard. Exclamations of anger and indignation were being raised by the surrounding Death Eaters.
“Silence!” Voldemort hissed venomously, glaring at his followers with far more restraint than Harry had ever given the monster credit for by not casting Crucio on them to vent his anger. “You have not answered me! Who are you then, if not the leader of your people?”
“You may call me Henry,” Harry said slowly as he lifted his hood. He had planned to wait until later, but should have known better than to think Voldemort would have been tolerant of him keeping his identity hidden any longer than necessary. The outrage his appearance provoked was well worth it, however.
“A child! They sent a…”
“How dare they insult-”
“Such arrogance!”
“They think to treat us-”
“Be silent!” Voldemort screamed over the overwhelming cacophony. The man himself looked on the verge of killing something.
Harry had watched the reactions of those that he knew as he discarded his hood and was pleased to see the look of utter disbelief on his father’s face when he saw one of his students was in front of him before he could control himself and look impassive once more. Though his eyes were burning with curiosity and, if he wasn’t mistaken, concern. For himself? A child facing down the Dark Lord and all his Death Eaters? Unwillingly, Harry felt a small tingle of warmth in his chest that the cold and uncaring man might indeed care. He ruthlessly smothered the feeling and almost snarled at himself, though his face showed nothing other than bored impatience.
“What is the meaning of this?” Voldemort demanded, now on his feet. “Does the vampire leader think to insult us by sending a child?!”
“In all honesty,” Harry replied with a dismissive flick of his fingers, “my Father doesn’t think of you at all. I volunteered to handle this meeting in his stead to save him the annoyance.” He paused as he contemptuously ran his eyes over the many Death Eaters who were present, before adding, “Is this your show of power? To show me how many minions you need to protect you, unable to conduct meetings by yourself?” He tsked in false disappointment. “If you really had any power, you would stand alone, unafraid?”
He could feel Draco fighting his amusement while he watched Harry confront Voldemort. Harry didn’t look at him, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to his mate when he had a job to do. He also observed his father and Lucius. Snape seemed to be wavering between amusement and horror, while Lucius was displaying a look of mild consternation, though not anger as far as Harry could tell. That was interesting. Many other Death Eaters, probably the more sane ones, were shooting their Lord thoughtful glances as if they were considering the truth behind Harry’s words. The more crazed ones were merely glaring at Harry with belligerent expressions.
“Do you know who you are speaking to?!” Voldemort raged. “You will show me the proper respect!”
“Oh, I know exactly who I am speaking to,” Harry said derisively, for the first time showing a small hint of how dangerous he truly was. A small flash of surprise was seen on Voldemort’s face at his abrupt, and convincing, switch in attitude. “My question to you, however, would be if you know who you are speaking to?”
“An arrogant child, nothing more!” Voldemort retorted scathingly, fingering his wand lovingly, clearly debating using the Cruciatus Curse. Harry actually laughed out loud as he anticipated Voldemort’s reaction to his next words.
{Come now, Tom} Harry chuckled, as though he hadn’t just shocked everyone into stunned silence with his Parseltongue. {Surely you must have some idea who I am}
{It’s not possible} Voldemort whispered, and Harry was gratified to see his eyes widen in fear. Then they narrowed and he demanded harshly {Who are you?}
{You know exactly who I am} Harry hissed back quietly. He smiled dangerously, fangs flashing {You aren’t rid of me yet, not now or ever}
“Harry Potter,” Voldemort spit out, allowing their audience to once more understand their conversation. “You are supposed to be dead. And you look nothing like Harry Potter,” he finished suspiciously.
“Potter!” screeched Bellatrix, making a move toward Harry, clearly intending to attack him on her Lord’s behalf. “You would dare-”
Harry carelessly flicked his hand in her direction, flinging her violently away from him to crash into the wall with a burst of his magic, knocking her unconscious. “Shut up, bitch,” he said contemptuously to her crumpled form.
“I am dead,” Harry sneered, turning back to the Dark Lord as if nothing had happened, making sure Voldemort knew he was questioning his intelligence by having to explain the obvious. “I am a vampire, after all.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest, affecting a casual and unconcerned stance as he furrowed his brow, debating revealing anything about his appearance. Many Death Eaters were staring at him with wide eyes, clearly frightened by his display of magic, which he had tightly reigned back in right after attacking Bellatrix. Finally he said, “And of course I don’t look like a Potter, since I am not one. The blood glamours that had been placed on me at birth broke when I died.” He surreptitiously watched Snape’s entire face drain of color after this announcement. Good, Harry thought viciously, let him remember every horrible thing he ever said to me while I was alive. And let him despair when he realizes his only child is already dead and beyond his reach.
“What do you mean ‘not a Potter’?” Voldemort asked, needing to satisfy his curiosity before acting on his violent impulses.
“Lily and James Potter both had relationships they needed to hide from the Light side, and the Dark as well,” Harry answered vaguely. “When Lily became pregnant, she and her good friend James Potter reached an agreement and told no one, not even their closest friends or lovers, the reason behind their surprising and abrupt marriage; to protect me and by extension their true relationships.”
“Then who is your father? You know who it was?” Voldemort demanded.
“Of course I know, but it doesn’t matter,” Harry said dismissively. “I died. My Sire is my only Father now.”
Harry gained vindictive pleasure from Snape’s devastated face at this pronouncement. He refused to allow himself to acknowledge any guilt he might feel for causing the man emotional pain. He deserved it and Harry could have done much worse, like kill him for abandoning Harry for his entire mortal life.
“Now, what I would like to know is how you learned of my Sire,” Harry stated flatly. The Death Eaters were shifting restlessly at this point, unsure if they should be mindlessly supporting their Master’s anger and attacking him or submissively waiting in silence for their discussion to end. Or running away from Harry would seemed to have an unprecedented control over his magic that they were unused to. {Perhaps you had a visitor?} Harry suggested. He had smelled Jasper’s scent when he first entered the ballroom. What was the ancient vampire up to? Playing both sides of the wizard’s war to… what? Make Harry’s life difficult to hurt him and Tristan? Harry felt anxiety for a moment when he realized how truly difficult that would make his life in the near future to have enemies on all sides.
Voldemort didn’t respond but he did snarl before drawing his wand, clearly realizing he wouldn’t be getting any more answers from Harry. Before his wand was fully drawn, Harry released all of his tightly held magic at once, creating an almost concussive force of raw magic that hit the Death Eaters in the front and threw them into the other members behind them. Harry saw that Draco and Theo avoided any injury and made a mental note to apologize to Draco later for the potential danger, even though his mate looked merely excited and not angry at all. He saw Theo throwing him a disgruntled look, however.
His magic took Voldemort by surprise and the older wizard stumbled before regaining his balance, a look of apoplectic rage on his face.
“Well, it looks like our conversation is at an end,” Harry said conversationally. “Needless to say, the vampires will not side with you. This is your war, it is not our concern.”
“You will support Dumbledore?!” Voldemort yelled angrily.
“You must not have heard me,” Harry retorted with a sneer. “This is a wizard’s war. The vampires have no need or desire for equal rights from wizards. Our society has never followed your laws and we are not about to start.” Harry tilted his head slightly to one side, giving the impression he was considering something, before he let his magic saturate the room and observed the surrounding Death Eaters shiver in fear and awe. This was an ambitious bit of magic, even for him. In all honesty, what he was hoping to accomplish shouldn’t be possible, but Harry believed he could do this and that was the most important aspect of casting successful magic.
When he was sure his magic was covering the entire room and mingling with the magical auras of every wizard inside of it, he allowed his vampire influence to flow along his magic and twist around the wizards auras, locking away the memories of this meeting in the minds of everyone in attendance. They would remember everything that happened but would be unable to share the information they had learned with anyone who had not been present. Legilimency and Truth Serums would not work either. The vampires did not need wizards to learn of their true society. Nor did Harry need the Wizarding World to be aware of his continued existence.
With a satisfied smirk, Harry gave Voldemort a mocking salute. This wasn’t the last time they would meet. Let the megalomaniac stew in his anger and fear for the next time he would see Harry. He was feeling a bit drained from exerting his influence on so many individuals at once. He flicked his eyes to his mate with the whispered message to his mind, I’ll be waiting for you, letting Draco know he would be at Malfoy Manor.
With complete disregard for the Anti-Apparition wards that were surrounding the building they were in, giving the wizards a false sense of security, Harry disappeared, leaving the Dark Lord and his followers in an uproar.
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