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Weapon (Possession Chpt LXX)

Chapter XIX - Alliance..?

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Sirius lay back on the grass. It was such a nice day and Remus'
little slip of the tongue just made it perfect.
They'd been moving together in the past but he would have understood that
if, after fourteen years of separation when he'd been in Azkaban, Lupin had
moved on. He'd been grateful that the werewolf was still willing to be his
friend but this was so much better.
'We'll just take it slow,' he replayed the words through his head. It would
be enough.
He knew Harry wouldn't begrudge him this...
Harry?
The sun suddenly seemed cold.
Sirius frowned... there was something wrong, he could feel it.
"...harry..?" he whispered, sitting up.
"Sirius?" Remus questioned.
"Something's wrong," he said, his eyes wide as he looked back at
the castle. He trembled.
There was a pulse of darkness and Sirius received a vision of Harry.
"No!" he gasped involuntarily. His godson was unconscious, lying in
his own blood, gasping for breath. ::Where?:: He
snarled at the shadows, already running for the castle, aware that Remus was
following him.
He loved the werewolf, he truly did, but his godson was his life.
The shadows didn't answer him but they did guide him as he careened through
the corridors. Harry had been in a class room but there were so many class
rooms.
Sirius was gasping himself when he broke through the door of the room,
skidding to a halt just in front of Harry. The shadows had gathered around
their Master, staunching the blood flow as they flickered around him. They
didn't seem worried. Sirius frowned as he sensed that and wondered at the
incongruence of the situation. He would have to question them later. For now,
Harry needed to see Madam Promfrey.
After a quick initial examination, in which he confirmed that most of the
wounds had been healed and that it would be safe to pick his Godson up, Sirius
scooped Harry into his arms, ignoring the blood that his robes adsorbed
liberally.
Remus skidded to a halt at the door then gasped when he saw what had
happened.
"He was attacked?" The werewolf leapt to the obvious conclusion.
"In a manner," Sirius responded, listening to the shadows whisper.
"Let's get him to Madam Promfrey."
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Dumbledore sat at his desk. He wasn't really paying attention to the
paperwork in front of him as he thought about the situation. It was only end of
year paperwork anyway and if the situation with Tom wasn't resolved it wouldn't
mean a thing. He would do it, he just needed to think
about this for now.
With a sigh he placed his quill in its holder, leaning back to look up at
the ceiling. It was ornate, the patterns were soothing. He didn't know which Headmaster
had installed it but he traced the patterns out with his eyes. It helped him to
think.
Tom had been attacking. That much was easy. What was not easy was how they
could retaliate.
The dark forces had always had the advantage in this manner. They had no, or
very few set bases which could be attacked, while the forces of light had to
defend all their infrastructure and buildings. It was frustrating but it was
the way it had always been.
He supposed he could pressure Severus into revealing the location of the
Dark Lord's fortress but in the long run such a thing would not be beneficial.
Tom would just move to another place. This way, if they needed to he could
still make a dedicated frontal assault with the Order.
For the moment though he needed to determine some way of fighting. When the
students returned, they'd be checking all of them for the Dark Mark, that went
without question but it still left all summer. And when the Ministry came to
the Order, he needed to have some suggestions on what to do.
There was only one way he could see to combat Tom. They could hunt for Death
Eaters, and everyone they ferreted out was a small victory, but for good
morale. They could not afford many more battles as the one just past. By the
time they knew about it, it had been too late. The public was beginning to
worry. And a worried public was a scared public, and when scared, they were...
well... stupid.
Those who would usually resist, would give into the
Dark Lord, in an effort to remain safe. They did not see that turning to the
dark was not going to work; it was not going to keep them safe.
The Order and the Ministry had to fight that fear, and quickly. It could be
done. They just needed a few victories. But for that they needed to intercept
the Death Eaters mid attack... and without a ranking spy on the inside that
wasn't going to work...
Severus was good, but the Dark Lord knew he was spying. Dumbledore guessed
Tom was keeping him alive because he sensed he could use the potion master
further.
Albus shook his head... At the moment, they had no way of getting a spy into
the Dark Lord's inner circle. Right now, as useful as Lucius' Rebellion had
been, it had put Tom on the alert. He would not be trusting
many, if any of his servants. They were probably marshalled just before the
attack. None would have had knowledge of what was coming.
They could still deal with that though... They just had to get there faster.
And that meant they had to do two things: one, improve communication lines so
that no outpost or building could be attacked without a central headquarters knowing, and two, they had to have a task force ready and
waiting to respond to the attacks, whenever they came...
But...
"We don't have the people..." Dumbledore whispered... Right at the
minute they didn't have enough people of a high enough skill to stand any
chance against the Dark Lord or his Death Eaters. They had enough... but not
enough to pull together to make any kind of fighting force. They had to remain
where they were. They were needed where they were.
"I do though."
Dumbledore started at the soft voice, grabbing his wand as he looked back
towards the door.
"You..."
"You don't have enough people... Oh you will, in time... but right at
the moment, you don't and that is where you will lose."
Never let it be said that Dumbledore could not recover quickly from
surprise. Indeed, so controlled was he that often he never even showed
surprise. "So what do you suggest?" He asked urbanely.
"An alliance."
"A large suggestion."
The being sat down and smiled at the ancient wizard, white
teeth perfect. "This is a large situation."
Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't believe we have
been formally introduced," he said.
"Hehe! True, although I did meet you once...
many, many years ago."
"Truly?" Albus asked. "Never mind...
I am Albus Dumbledore," he said, introducing himself formally. "The
Head of the Order of the Phoenix,
Hogwart's Headmaster..."
"You needn't tell me your ranks. They mean nothing to me. I am Xeoaph
Casitial, elder vampire."
"And you want to ally with us?"
"Want? No. Need? Yes."
"Why? You and your kind have never shown any interest in our battles
before."
"Because your battles have never had the ability to
affect us before."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed dangerously as Fawkes trilled.
Xeoaph sighed as he heard the threat in the phoenix's song. "The Dark
Lord Voldemort is not a Dark Lord, he is the Dark Lord. He makes
Grindlewald look like he wasn't even trying."
"Tom..." Dumbledore paused, seeking the right phrasing. "Tom
is very strong," he admitted. "But there has been nothing that makes
him different from the others..."
"You don't truly believe that, do you?" The vampire asked with a
scornful laugh in his voice.
"So what do you see?" the ancient wizard asked.
"I see the shadows obeying him."
"That's not possible."
"I have felt their power searing through me. I have seen their servants
answering his call. How else can you attribute that ability to your Lord
Voldemort, unless he is the true Dark Lord?"
"The shadows are the power of Gryffindor," Dumbledore objected.
"And the Heir of Gryffindor lies with me."
"The shadows might be his power, but they aren't obeying him."
"They will in time."
"Time you don't have."
Albus was silent. He didn't want this but it would help enormously, and they
could use it as an opportunity to look inside vampirying society, to truly see
what it was like. "Alliance,
huh? Until what is achieved?"
"Until the Dark Lord is defeated. I thought my support of Malfoy would
have made that clear."
Dumbledore smiled. "I wondered about that... I was curious as to what
Lucius had paid you."
It was Xeoaph's turn to smile. "No payment... not yet... I will extract
it from his line in time."
"Yes... well, I doubt you will be able to get it from him."
"True."
"After Tom is destroyed, what then?"
"Ah, you were never one to neglect the future," Xeoaph snorted
happily. "After that we continue the way we were. You wizards will try to
destroy us, and we will continue to feed."
Dumbledore nodded. He hadn't really expected any other answer.
Xeoaph growled. "Dumbledore," he spoke crisply, firmly. "I
want Voldemort dead. I want him dead more than I've ever wanted any human dead
before. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for me,
I'd kill them, drain their blood and throw the body away. His power makes that
a little difficult, the shadows make it impossible. I am so concerned because
he not only has the power to dominate your society but to destroy mine. It
would take longer, true, but with the power of the shadows, our eventual fall
would be assured. This is for us, a pre-emptive strike, nothing more. I don't
care about wizards, I never will. I care about my children and for that I will
stand beside you until he is dead."
"And you can't go to the Ministry."
"True. The Order will have to broach our alliance to them."
The old wizard looked around his office. The paintings were nodding
slightly. This was an unusual situation and even though they didn't know
exactly what was happening, the previous Headmasters knew enough from what they
could determine about the world, enough that they agreed with the Vampire's
suggestion. Fawkes' burning eyes were narrowed and the phoenix was looking at
Xeoaph carefully, his magical eyes examining every inch of the Vampire Elder as
he seemed to measure something. Finally he spread his wings, small motes of
flame falling from them before he trilled once again.
"All right," Dumbledore said, holding out his hand as he put his
wand down, slipping it back inside his purple robes. "An
alliance."
The Elder Vampire reached out, pale blue eyes meeting twinkling blue.
"An alliance, until the Dark Lord Voldemort is dead."
"Yes," Albus smiled. "Sherbet Lemon?" he offered his
guest.
The offer triggered an odd memory. "You're still addicted to those
things?"
"They are..."
"Albus..!" The shout echoed up the stairs, and the sound of
running feet followed it. "Albus!" Remus
yelled as he entered the room.
Brown eyes swept around the office at the odd scent and the wand was drawn
in an instant as Lupin snarled, werewolf blood in him tingling at the being
sitting there calmly. "What is he doing here?" He snarled.
"I could ask the same of you, dog," Xeoaph responded, lengthening his nails as his eyes glowed with power.
Vampires and wizards did not get along but Vampires and werewolves usually
killed each other on sight.
"Both of you calm down!" Dumbledore
snapped, flicking his wand through the motions of a containment charm.
"Remus, Xeoaph is my guest. Xeoaph, Remus is a trusted member of the
Order."
The vampire snorted before he turned away, dismissing Remus with an
obviously superior glance.
"Remus, what did you come for?" Albus asked pointedly.
Lupin growled again, containing the werewolf within him as he slowly lowered
his wand. "Harry," he said. "Harry's been attacked."
Blue eyes snapped wide. "Here?" the Headmaster asked
disbelievingly.
"Yes. Perhaps you should ask the vampire to see if he knows anything."
"I and my kind have done nothing to Mr Potter," Xeoaph snarled.
"Why would I or my kind want to destroy the one who can kill the Dark
Lord?"
"Perhaps because you have now allied with him?"
"I always knew werewolves were stupid," the elder vampire said,
his eyes burning. "You think after I backed Lucius the Dark Lord will
allow me to ally with him..? Oh, I forgot... werewolves don't think."
Remus growled again and Dumbledore sighed, once more raising his wand.
"Both of you," he said with the full power of his voice, invoking
every nuance he could. "Enough!"
"Fine," Remus turned away. "Dumbledore," he added
coldly. "You should know, this isn't going to sit
well with the werewolves."
"A threat?"
"A statement of fact. Come, Harry is with
Madam Promfrey." Remus began back down the steps, shaking his head. They
might never have said the word ally but he could already see that the deal had
been made. Dumbledore had to have known allying with the vampires was not a way
to get the werewolves on side.
Did everyone truly think so little of them?
Brown eyes narrowed, suddenly the new offer was
seeming better and better... He had to know more.
Dumbledore turned back the vampire. It was obvious he was going to need to
speak with the Ministry soon if they wanted to have any hope of keeping the
werewolves on side. Despite enmity between vampires and werewolves, they would
need both to win and they couldn't be seen to be treating one ally better than
another. Remus had spoken the truth. "I must attend to this," he said
softly.
"Yes, Mr Potter is very important."
"Why didn't... why didn't you take him when Heprah gave you the
chance?"
"No matter what you might think," Xeoaph said as he rose. "We
don't take children."
Dumbledore looked back at him sceptically. "I have seen the memory, you
know. You offered it to Heprah."
The vampire elder sighed. "As much as I might have liked to have taken
young Harry Potter as my own, I am aware of the trouble that would have caused
me."
They began walking through the corridors, heading towards the infirmary.
"It's never as simple as you wizards think it is to make a vampire."
"I thought it was relatively easy."
"The process is," Xeoaph said clinically. "Selecting who will
and will not become a vampire is difficult. We live forever, human, we cannot
afford to have those who are unsuitable within our ranks."
"Ah," the Headmaster said delicately, letting the matter drop.
Nothing had come of it, after all, except for one charm the Dark Lord had
broken.
As they entered the Infirmary, Xeoaph paused, pale blue eyes opening wide.
"Of course," he murmured, looking at the unconscious boy on the bed,
"it would have been worth the trouble."
If Harry had been beautiful as a child not yet eleven, he was now stunning. The
vampire sighed appreciatively. Pale, flawless skin, jet silky
hair and cherry lips. A small lithe body with enviable muscle tone. For
a being who would be and who possibly already was one of the most powerful in
this world, his body seemed too small but it was unimaginably beautiful. Even
the tattoo on his chest seemed there to enhance his beauty.
"Definitely worth the trouble," Xeoaph sighed again as he made a
small gesture at the large black dog that was slowly uncoiling from its
guarding position at the foot of the bed, hackles raised, teeth bared.
He frowned as the slight jolt of power was repulsed by the dog. All
creatures of the night were bound to obey him. He repeated the gesture as the
dog growled, black eyes somehow burning.
"Can't control a dog?" Lupin laughed mockingly, laying one hand on
Sirius, bending close to whisper in his canine ear, "Dumbledore wants him
here."
Xeoaph watched with interest as the dog turned to growl at the Headmaster.
It was quite obviously not a normal animal.
"The Order will ally with the Vampires," Dumbledore said in a tone
that brooked no questions. "There is no choice. You know that."
Through it all, Madam Promfrey continued to work, ignoring the tableau
playing out around her.
The dog lowered its head, glaring up at the ancient wizard. The vampire got
the impression it would have moved further but there was a stirring from Harry
and the animal's attention was diverted as it turned to its master, as they all
turned towards the only one who could fight for them.
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