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Nothing Gold Can Stay	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 9577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-The Dark Side
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Big thank you�s to my beta�s Bluetribalrose, Brittine (Flamin Vixen), Katie (quixotic_hope), Serpent Of Light.

Disclaimer: I don�t own any of the Harry Potter characters and am not making any money from this fic.
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Using the back of his sleeve Harry wiped his forehead, relieving it of the moisture. Gritting his teeth, he pushed away from the tree and continued his journey into the night, one thought echoing in his mind�'revenge.�

Chapter One - The Dark Side

Harry moved through the darkness, his arms reaching out in front of his body to help guide him. He paused to push his glasses up his sweat-soaked nose. He was nearly there; he could sense it. Already exhausted, Harry inhaled a deep breath and forced his tired limbs to keep moving. He was so close.

He stumbled over a log concealed in the darkness and stilled, staring up at the sky and willing the clouds blocking the stars to move so there could be some light to guide his way. This wasn't fair; he shouldn't be here, but he was. 'And Sirius isn't.' Harry closed his eyes against the sky. He had already cried all his tears, and there were no more to shed. Harry accepted the fact that Sirius was never coming back, but he couldn't accept the way he had been taken. In fact, Harry couldn't accept a lot of things that had happened over the past few years. Sirius's death had been the last straw and what had pushed him to make his journey here.

A shard of light fell onto Harry's face, illuminating his pale features and the dark circles under his eyes. Harry had not slept properly for over a week. 'One week since Sirius was murdered.' He had hardly eaten, but he knew that after tonight he would sleep forever and eat until he was fully gorged. The thought brought a wide smile to his face. He opened his eyes to the dimly lit forest and ran.

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Harry approached the building with trepidation. His wand was held firmly in his right hand and had been ever since he had caught sight of the grey monstrosity before him rising from above the trees. His palms were sweaty, and his breathing pace was steadily increasing with every step he took, but he had to do this. All his life, he had done things for everybody else. He had played the role of hero-boy for far too long, and now he was going to do something just for him.

Harry squared his shoulders and lowered his arm to his side, carefully placing his wand up his sleeve so it was easily accessible, and moved forward, trying to look confident. 'I can do this. I must do this.'

With that thought in mind, Harry sauntered up to the gate, not even flinching when a masked guard walked past. As Harry had suspected, he was spotted immediately. Actually, he was surprised he had gotten this far without being noticed. This was not the kind of place that had mediocre security measures.

�Oi, what are you doing?� the masked guard shouted out from behind the heavy iron bars. Harry smiled and continued to move forward in a straight line, only moving to dodge a stunning spell, which he returned with a polite smile.

�I'm here to have a word,� Harry said politely, ignoring the wand that was pointed directly at his chest.

�Whom with?� The man questioned, his eyes flicking to Harry's forehead.

�I think even you should be able to work that out.� Harry's reply was blunt, and his eyes flashed in the moonlight. The man looked him up and down, and Harry could see his eyes narrow beneath his mask.

�He doesn't meet with visitors.�

Harry smirked, and, just to make sure that he would gain entrance, he casually pulled back his bangs to reveal his lighting bolt scar.

�I think he will make an exception for me.�

�We'll see.� The man disappeared from view, and Harry scowled; he hadn't exactly thought this through. He could hear muttered words, but couldn't make any of it out so he turned his attention to the building before him. It was an ugly building, possibly an old castle, only half of which had survived. It stood grey in the moonlight, a few crumbled towers reaching upwards to frame the entrance. A huge archway bordered an oak door about the size of the one at Hogwarts, but deeper in color. Harry leaned forward on the gate, which looked to be the only way into the grounds. A thick stone wall five or six meters high ran round the outskirts of the grounds. On closer inspection, Harry could see more guards inside, patrolling sections of the wall. Harry was lucky to have arrived at the gate; he could have been wandering around the walls for hours trying to find a way in.

The gate gave a jerk, and Harry looked up to see several other masked men. He scowled at them as the gate was pulled fully open.

�He will see you.�

Harry curtly nodded at the group, taking a quick second to count them. �Five, including the gate opener.� Without waiting for orders from the group, Harry set off at a brisk pace towards the entrance, causing the group to almost run to keep up with him. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see at least two wands trained on him and wasn't the least bit surprised. As they neared the entrance, the huge door swung inwards leaving a sizable gap in the centre to allow Harry and his entourage to pass through.

When Harry entered the building, he had to hold in a gasp of amazement. The place was huge. The outside had obviously been charmed to look like a derelict building, as it bore no resemblance to the inside. On either side of the hall was a large stone staircase curving upwards to meet with a balcony that spanned the width of the hall. Around the hall were many doors. One was situated on the right of the hall. It had two guards standing outside. The door was in fact not a door, merely a stone wall with a slight outline surrounding it. If the guards had not been outside, it would have been hard to locate. Harry�s entourage had already began moving in the direction of the guarded door, nodding at the masked guards who let them pass. Harry waited until the last of his entourage dissolved through the wall before moving forward. Surprisingly, neither of the guards stopped him; they simply stared and were rewarded with a smirk from Harry.

Harry inhaled a deep breath and checked to make sure his wand was up his sleeve before stepping through the wall. As soon as he did, the room fell silent. Harry looked up. The room was slightly smaller than the entrance hall; lining the walls was a circle of Death Eaters, and in the centre stood a throne. The throne was wooden, probably hand carved, with delicate swirls and patterns running across it and hints of gold worked into the design. As interesting as the throne was, it was what sat upon it which concerned Harry.

Shouts echoed around the room, and his wand flew from his sleeve into the hand of one of the Death Eaters situated next to the throne. Harry smirked; he had a good idea who that was. Harry moved his eyes from the circle of Death Eaters to stare at Lord Voldemort, who was leaning back in his throne looking relaxed, an uncharacteristic smirk on his pale face, his red eyes fixed on Harry, who immediately put up his defenses to block him from his mind. Harry continued to stare at Voldemort, who nodded in approval.

�You have been taught well, Harry Potter.� Voldemort's metallic snake-like voice rang round the room, sending cold chills up Harry's spine.

�So I have.�

Voldemort looked at Harry as if he expected more, but when none was forthcoming, he rose from his seat, his gaze still fixed on Harry.

�What brings Dumbledore's wonder-boy to my retreat? Have you finally given up? Shall I just kill you now and get it over with?�

Harry smiled at Voldemort's patronizing tone and followed him with emerald eyes as he began to walk around the circle of which Harry was in the centre black robes swirling behind his heels as he walked.

�Which question would you like me to answer?�

Harry held back a smile as Voldemort's cold red eyes flashed, and he stalked over to where Harry stood, grasping him by the front of his jumper so Harry had to rise onto the balls of his feet, Voldemort�s wand pressed into his throat.

�Do not get smart with me, Potter; I will kill you,� Voldemort snarled at Harry, his face mere inches from Harry�s. Remembering that he had no wand Harry decided to take his chances.

�I have a proposition for you.�

If Voldemort had been expecting anything, Harry doubted it had been that, but he showed no sign that Harry had said anything out of the ordinary. Voldemort took a second to contemplate the situation before letting Harry's jumper slip out of his grip. Once Harry was firmly back on the ground, Voldemort turned to his faithful servants.

�Leave.� Voldemort gave a wave of his hand and many apparated away, others moving quickly out the door after bowing to the master. Voldemort pointed to the pair by the side of his throne before they had the chance to move.

�Outside,� he hissed, and the pair nodded in understanding before making swift exits. Voldemort watched through slit-like eyes as his followers left, and it wasn't until the room was completely empty that he turned back to Harry. Without a word, he waved his wand and wooden chairs and a small table appeared; he sat, and gestured for Harry to do so.

�Tell me, what exactly do you think you can offer me that I haven't already got?�

�Invincibility.�

That seemed to have caught his attention, and he continued to stare at Harry. This time Harry let him enter his mind, pulling carefully selected memories forward for Voldemort to see.

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�It's for the best my dear boy.�

�I will not tell lies.�

�Do as you are told.�

�You don't have permission.�

�No, I don't think so, Mr. Potter.�

Memories whizzed past so fast only a few sentences could be deciphered until the very last memory Harry had chosen to show.

�He's got Padfoot. He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!�

�Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where is he hidden? What does he mean, Snape?

�I have no idea. Potter, when I want nonsense shouted at me, I shall give you a Babbling Beverage.�

�The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.�

�Hermione, Hermione, wake up��

�Harry�you're all messed up...�

�Luna -- Neville -- help me!�

�Get Potter.�

�Potter, your race is run.�

�Watch your little friend die.�

�SIRIUS! SIRIUS!�

�There's nothing you can do, Harry�nothing�he's gone.�

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And with that, Harry blocked his mind, and Voldemort pulled out with a thoughtful expression on his face.

�So, young Potter, I presume you wish to join me.�

�Yes,� Harry said without even thinking. He was so sick of being told what to do, seeing his friends fall dead around him when he could stop it. He was sick of people lying to him, trying to protect him, failing him.

�I see you and Dumbledore aren't as chummy as I had thought.�

�He has lied to me from the day I met him. He can't protect me anymore, and I don't want him to.�

�I assume there are certain conditions you wish for me to adhere to in return for your�services.� Voldemort didn't sound particularly interested in what Harry had to say to this, but he continued anyway.

�Three. There is a list of people I do not wish to be hurt��

�Who?� Voldemort interrupted.

�Lupin, the Weasley's, Hermione, and�� But Harry didn't continue -- he had been going to say Neville and Luna, but they had been killed in a raid last night fighting alongside Harry.

Voldemort nodded once more, then fixed Harry with an icy glare.

�What makes you think I will let you join me? Why shouldn't I kill you right now?�

�I can help you. I know more about Dumbledore's strategy and the Order than most.�

�I already have that information.�

�From Snape, I know.�

Voldemort almost looked impressed for a split second.

�You knew I had a spy and yet you said nothing. If I did allow you to join��

�I would be your equal. Forgive me if I do not wish to worship at your feet.�

�You are asking a lot.�

�You cannot defeat the light without me; they are stronger than you think, and I have heard the prophecy.�

�What makes you think I haven't heard the prophecy?�

�Only two people on this earth know what that prophecy is, me and Dumbledore, which gives him an advantage.�

Voldemort nodded, then rose from his seat, circling Harry before stopping just behind him.

�I have a few conditions of my own.�

�Such as?� Harry replied, trying to sound unfazed, as he could not see Voldemort or what he was doing. Luckily, this problem was solved as he continued his circle and came to a halt to Harry's left.

�Dumbledore dies. You go along with my plans, and you get marked.�

�If we are equals they will be our plans, and what do you mean, marked?�

Voldemort waved his wand over his left hand, silently wondering why he had not disputed killing Dumbledore. Upon his left hand, a faint mark began to appear. It appeared across the centre of his palm to form the dark mark.

�You're marked,� Harry said, dumbfounded. He had not expected that.

�This is how I control them through the mark. I am connected to every single one of my servants across the world. At first I was not marked; I was connected simply through my mind, but several found a way to connect back with me, which made for some unexpected results.�

�Such as�� Harry had no idea why he was telling him this. 'Probably because if you don't join him, you are going to die�so the info is pretty safe.'

�They were able to see into my mind, which was where the connection was laid. I did not want that. By transferring the connections to a mark, I was able to form links with them without the side effects.�

That did explain a few things to Harry, like how he was able to see into Voldemort's head. His scar was a link, and the connection must lie within Voldemort's mind.

�However, I will not mark you yet. I need to know if I can trust you.�

�Why is that?�

If I mark you in the same place, which I will, it means we shall be connected to each other through an unbreakable bond. We shall have equal power over my servants and each other. For instance, I can summon my Death Eaters, yet they cannot summon me. But if you are marked, I shall be able to summon you and you shall be able to do the same to me.�

�When will you mark me?�

�When I can trust you. What was your second condition?�

�You allow me to kill Bellatrix Lestrange.� Harry�s fists clenched at the memory of Sirius�s death.

�As revenge for your godfather, I presume.�

Harry nodded. Bellatrix would pay, one way or the other, and he wanted to be the one who got to rip her pathetic throat out.

�I shall allow it, but not tonight.�

Harry grinned. He knew he wouldn't be able to just walk in and start killing, but the fact that Voldemort would allow it sent sparks of happiness through Harry.

�And the third?�

Harry told Voldemort, who pulled his face into what Harry guessed was meant to be a smile.

�You have taste, Harry.�

�What do I call you? Because I can assure you I shall not refer to you as my Lord.� Harry eyes narrowed as he stared at Voldemort.

After pausing for a moment, he simply said, �Tom. You may call me Tom.�

Harry was about to ask a flood of questions about why he should be allowed to call him Tom, knowing the Dark Lord hated the name. But after catching Tom's eyes, he thought the questions could wait till later.

�Do you agree to my conditions?�

�Yes. Do you agree to mine and that we are equals?�

�Yes. Welcome to the dark side.�

Harry grinned and felt relief wash over him. He wasn't dead, and moreover, he had just been taken as Lord Voldemort's equal As soon he could, he would rip that bitch to shreds.

�You shall stay at the headquarters where I am currently residing. I shall send someone to escort you.� Tom looked Harry up and down and waved his wand.

Harry looked down to see his muggle jumper and torn jeans transfigure into an elegant black robe.

�I shall send for a tailor.�

�Thank you, Tom.�

�Meanwhile, I shall inform the Death Eaters of the new development. I shall meet you tomorrow to further discuss our arrangement.�

Harry nodded, suddenly remembering how tired he was. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off and he could feel his limbs beginning to stiffen. Tom raised his wand to his left palm, tapping the dark mark. Harry watched in fascination as the mark glowed slightly before disappearing into his pale flesh. A second later, two men walked through the wall. With a wave of Voldemort�s hand, the pair removed their hoods.

�Lucius, Severus.�

�Yes, My Lord? �

�Mr. Potter has joined the dark; you are to escort him to his new quarters in our centre of operations and will obey his every order. He is to be treated as my equal. Understood?�

The pair again nodded, and Harry found himself sneering as he locked eyes with Lucius Malfoy.

�Severus, you disappoint me.�

�My Lord?�

�Mr. Potter knew you were a spy. I suggest you be more careful in future. Crucio.�

Snape's knees buckled, and he fell to the floor convulsing, his body twitching. The curse was not lifted until Snape let out cry of pain, music to the pairs of ears who stood silently enjoying the man's torture. Once the curse was lifted Snape staggered to his feet, bowing deeply.

�My Lords.�

�Lucius, do arrange a tailor.�

�Yes, My Lord.�

�You may leave.� Tom turned to Harry. �I shall meet with you late tomorrow morning. We shall continue our discussion.�

Tom held out his hand and Lucius, immediately understanding the request, produced Harry's wand, which he placed in Tom's hand. Tom handed the wand to Harry, who gripped the wood, glad to have it back once again.

�Harry.�

�Tom.�

Harry did not miss the glance between Snape and Malfoy at the use of Tom's name, but he ignored it and strolled out of the room, dissolving through the wall once again, Snape and Malfoy close behind.

�We shall be apparating, My Lord,� one said as soon as they were all in the entrance hall.

Harry nodded and allowed Malfoy to place a hand on his shoulder. Harry closed his eyes and, with a small whoosh of displaced air, they had arrived at their destination. Harry could apparate and had been able to do so since the his end of his fourth year, but his journey was beginning to take a toll on him(,) and he wanted no more than to curl up into a warm comfy bed.

His eyes flicked open and began to take in his surroundings. He was in some sort of mansion. The building was around the same size as the one he had just been in, but this one was magnificently decorated.

�This is one of my residences, My Lord. I hope it meets with your approval.�

Harry just nodded in the direction of Malfoy's voice and began to follow the pair as they moved deeper into the house. The decorations soon became a blur for Harry, and he knew he would be able to take a closer look tomorrow. Until then, he just needed sleep.

Before he knew it, Harry was placed inside a large room. At the far end stood a grand four poster bed, and that was all Harry noticed. He moved forward towards the inviting cream sheets and pulled back the chocolate brown bed spread. Harry waved his hand, and Malfoy and Snape bowed before leaving the room, the door closing with a click. It was fun to order Snape and Malfoy about, and Merlin knew they deserved everything they had coming. But that could wait. Harry pulled off his newly transfigured robes and toed off his shoes and socks and climbed into the bed, relaxing between the silk sheets. Harry allowed his mind to settle and, for the first time in months, did not clear his mind before he drifted into sleep because now they were on the same side: the dark side.

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