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Carry on my Wayward Son	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18784 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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The Decision
After a long and exhausting day of wandering around Grimauld place, pretending he was upset about Mad Eye’s disappearance and acting as if he didn’t know most of the people around him were using him, Harry was once more wrapped in his invisibility cloak and heading to Riddle Manor. He found the dark lord exactly where he’d been the previous night, only this time the man was reading a long piece of parchment and Nagini was wrapped around his legs.
“Good evening, Dark Lord, have you reached a decision?” Harry asked.
Voldemort looked up and a smirk immediately crossed his snake-like features. “Good evening, Potter, indeed I have.” He held up two pieces of parchment. “These are the magical contracts you wanted. Since I am certain you will not show yourself until you are happy with them and they are signed I shall send them into the dining room for you to read and add your list or those who shall remain protected from myself of my death eaters. Once you are satisfied you may sign the one contract and return it to me so I may sign also, that will be your copy. I will then sign the other and you may do so after, that way we are both protected from hidden attacks. Are you satisfied with this?” he asked.
Harry was surprised by how accepting and pleasant Voldemort was being about the whole thing. Of course Harry was pretty much handing control of himself over to the other man for the remainder of his days; if the roles were reversed Harry would have been pretty pleased too. He would not allow the older wizard to choose where he would look over the contracts however, he wasn’t going to allow Voldy any control over him until the signing was done.
“I will take the contracts and do as you ask, but I will choose where I look over them,” Harry replied, charming them to himself.
Voldemort let out a huff of laughter. “You don’t trust me do you, Mr Potter?” he asked.
“Would you?” Harry asked in return, heading out of the room while the dark wizard’s maniacal laughter covered his footsteps.
He found a room he’d been told about that was relatively safe from prying eyes and looked over the contracts. He was more than a little surprised by how few death eaters there were at the manor. He’d expected to have to dodge any number of them, but he hadn’t seen even one. He wasn’t complaining of course, it was just odd.
He looked over the contracts by lumos light with a grimace. The man could have been a lawyer for the thoroughness of the document Harry was currently reading. It certainly made sure Harry would come to no harm through the Dark Lord’s campaign from the man himself, his death eaters or the damn snake, but gave the man full permission to kill Harry the moment it was over as well as ensuring Harry had to obey his every order until that day came. Harry had expected as much, what did surprise him however was how much work the man had put into ensuring Harry’s loved ones, whose names he had left a place for at the bottom of the contract, remained safe. Most likely it was to ensure Harry’s cooperation, but it still surprised him.
The biggest surprise of all however came in the last line of the contract. Frowning to himself Harry read and reread the sentence before adding the names of his loved ones to the space left for them in the contracts. The Dark Lord was a strange man, why shouldn’t his terms be just as unusual. He added a couple of addendums he wished to make to both the contracts, then finally cut his skin to bring forth the blood for the signing. He brought his thumb down onto the parchment, watching as the print imbedded itself into the document and his signature appeared below it.
He returned to the throne room, as he’d taken to calling it in his head, and charmed the second contract to appear on the older man’s lap. Voldemort grinned slyly and read over Harry’s list of people. “It’s an interesting group you’ve listed here, Harry, one must wonder why these people and not others.”
“I will happily explain when the signing is complete,” Harry replied.
The dark lord nodded and Harry saw his grin widen when he read Harry’s addendums. “I had wondered what you’d add to the contract, Harry,” he said thoughtfully as he mirrored the action Harry had performed earlier and placed his thumb print down on the second copy of the contract; obviously agreeing to Harry’s additions. Knowing he was potentially leaving himself open to attack since both contracts weren’t signed, but figuring the dark lord wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble just to kill Harry the moment he saw him, Harry removed his invisibility cloak and moved forward to trade contracts with the man.
They eyed each other warily as they made the exchange and repeated their earlier actions on the opposite piece of parchment. The two parchments joined together as one and were suddenly encased by a powerful magical field. The field closed around the parchment tighter and tighter, until suddenly, as if repelled by a powerful internal force, the field exploded outward sending a shock wave flying out in all directions. In the back of his mind Harry wondered just how far that wave had travelled and who else might have felt it.
When at last the energy had subsided the parchments no longer existed, but Harry could feel the pull of his agreement with the other man as if it were a physical rope tying them to what they’d written down. Turning back to face the Dark Lord, who was still seated in his throne and smiling far too happily for Harry’s liking, he did what he knew the man would want. He moved forward until he was mere inches from the snake faced creature and dropped elegantly to his knees, bowing before the dark wizard whose will would be his life until the day he died.
“My Lord,” he greeted humbly as he knew was now his place, only this time the words didn’t burn his throat, something he attributed to the contract he’d just signed.
He’d expected Voldemort to give him one of his usual maniacal laughs; instead he was surprised when the man spoke quietly to him.
“So, Harry Potter, you kneel before me ready to serve as I have always desired and I find I am unsure what it is I wish to do with that service right now, there are so many things I’ve imagined.” The man was silent for several moments before speaking again, just as quietly as before. “Look at me,” he ordered and Harry immediately obliged, finding himself eye to eye with the dark wizard who was looking at him with an unreadable expression in his ruby eyes. Harry knew he was either going to ask him questions or delve into his mind, before he did however there was something Harry wanted to give to him, it would show the dark lord some more good faith and it would make it easier for Harry to look at him, as he could tell was probably going to be happening a lot.
“I know you wish to ask me questions, of perhaps simply look for the answers in my mind, but if I may speak before you begin?” Harry asked quietly, not wanting to anger the man. While the contract said Voldemort could not harm him, it did not say the man could not hurt him, hurt and harm were very different things and there were many spells out there that could hurt a person without doing them any actual harm.
Voldemort gave him a considering before nodding in acquiescence.
Harry reached into the pocket of his robe and presented a vial of glowing, yellow liquid to the man. “This is how Dumbledore managed to avoid death from the curse, My Lord; it can heal any ailment or curse and restore the body no matter what damage has been done to it. I wish to impart this gift to you as I believe it will return to you that which should be yours,” he explained, holding the bottle up and bowing his head once more.
He felt the man take the bottle and knew he was most likely studying it. “Are you telling me the truth about this potion, Harry?” he asked softly.
“I am, my Lord,” Harry replied.
“You will not object to proving it then will you?” he hissed.
“Of course not, my Lord, if I may look up again I will gladly offer my memories of the event for you to witness for yourself,” Harry offered and felt the dark lord’s hand grasp his chin and tilt it up. No sooner had he met the man’s scarlet gaze he felt the mind enter his and noticed how much less it hurt when he didn’t try to fight back. It was still a violation, but not an excruciating one.
He directed the wizard to the memory he wanted, let him see the night that Dumbledore, weak and obviously suffering from the effects of a nasty curse, took Harry to the fountain from which the shining liquid sprung and collected a small amount in a cup. He saw Harry watch the headmaster intently, waiting for a moment when he was occupied drinking his collected liquid before turning and collecting a bottle of his own behind the headmaster’s back and hiding it in his robes, thinking all the time how much he hated the old man and couldn’t wait to be rid of him. He then saw Harry turn back to see the headmaster dropping to the floor in what appeared to be a healing sleep only to reawaken moments later refreshed and healed.
“This spring is what our ancestors called the fountain of eternal health, Harry,” Dumbledore had then explained. “Its waters have the power to restore the body to its full state of health regardless of the damage it has sustained (Harry had already known that). It would be a good weapon against Voldemort, but it cannot be allowed to fall into his hands, one small sip would restore the dark lord’s body completely.”
Harry’s thoughts had immediately flown unbidden to his memory of a young, handsome Tom Riddle from the diary in his second year and how much easier it would be for the dark lord to recruit followers if he looked a little more human again. “What would that mean for us, Head Master?” He had asked, curious to see if there were other advantages to Voldemort’s restoration.
“Voldemort is already incredibly powerful but he is still … incomplete to best describe it. If his body were to be restored he’d be able to channel far greater power than he can now and our world would be in even graver danger,” Dumbledore replied and with one quick swish of his wand the fountain was destroyed.
Harry had felt Voldemort’s emotional reaction throughout the memory. He’d felt Glee at the idea of a fountain of health, amusement at Harry’s thought process during the encounter, rage at Dumbledore for destroying it, then more glee at the idea that he now possessed the only remaining vial of the healing liquid. Harry felt the dark lord pull back from his mind and had to fight not to sigh as his thoughts became his own again. He’d expected the dark wizard to immediately down some of the liquid and restore himself; instead he commanded Harry to rise and moved to do the same.
“Return to your current residence, spend the day doing as you please, pack what you do not wish to leave behind and set up whatever plan you have in motion to explain your disappearance. When you return here tomorrow night you will not be leaving again,” the dark lord commanded before gliding elegantly from the room.
Harry watched him go, completely dumfounded by what had just happened. Why hadn’t he just drank the liquid, recovered his body and continued asking Harry questions?
“You’d best go on, Harry, if he returns and you’re still here you won’t be leaving at all,” Nagini hissed as she passed him and followed her lord from the room. Harry was surprised by the loveliness of her voice; he had expected her to sound like a cranky old hag not a lovely young woman. Still, she was right, and recovering from his shock he threw his cloak back on and headed home for his last night of perceived freedom.
XX
Nagini followed her lord through the manor toward his room. The boy’s gift had sparked a tension in the man and she was almost positive she knew why. Before his death in the Potter’s house Tom had never been a vain man; not valuing himself or others by how they looked but by their power and for Tom, no matter how much power he possessed, it was never enough. His looks, while breathtakingly beautiful, never meant anything to him. He’d taken them for granted because it appeared that just like himself, no one else cared. When he’d returned to the world in his current form he’d been prepared for his followers to react to him the same way they had before … trouble was they hadn’t.
They’d been afraid of him.
Tom was a dark lord, someone who walked in the shadows and enjoyed it. His childhood had been full of so much darkness and sadness and pain that he’d forced himself to love all the things that hurt him and in doing so he’d slowly warped his way of thinking until the only thing that gave him joy was hurting others. He’d known no other way and had never wanted to, until he’d come to Hogwarts and found a home, somewhere he thought he was valued and cared for.
He eventually came to realise that the care came with a price and the only ones who truly loved him for himself him were his fellow Slytherins. Knowing this and watching the way the rest of the school treated them had been the final straw for the poor boy and he’d turned away from all that was light in order to find a way to one day take control of the cruel world in which he’d grown up and make it better for people like him. The ones that treated him and his friends the worst were usually either muggle borns or Gryffindors, so those made his number one hated list, along with muggles themselves because his abusive bastard of a father had been one.
The darkness had warped him, badly, but he’d held on to one small shred of light; his friends and their caring. They’d followed him loyally for as long as he’d been alive and they had been all he cared about. Then he’d died and when he’d returned to the living and looked to his friends for the love he’d always held so dear he’d instead seen fear; not because of who he was but because of how he now looked. The people who’d never looked at him with anything other than friendship and love now looked at him in fear and that one little action had been enough to snuff the light out of the dark man forever … or so Nagini feared.
The large snake had never feared her master, she’d loved him like a mother would love a child for as long as she’d known him and wanted nothing more than to see him happy. It hurt her more than words could ever express to see him become more and more unbalanced with every follower who looked at him in fear. His response to their fear had been a violent one, which only served to increase that fear and so the vicious cycle continued, growing steadily worse. When the man was alone with her he just sat and brooded until he thought up a new way to hurt people, which didn’t exactly cheer him up but distracted him from the pain, if only for a little while.
“I can hear your thoughts, dear one.” Voldemort’s voice drew her attention back to the present and knowing he’d most likely been listening to her entire thought process she mumbled a quiet apology, hoping she had not upset him. “Oh do not apologise, my darling, it is nice to be reminded that you care for me. You are now the only one,” the man hissed back to her sadly.
“That is not true, the others care for you,” she argued.
“The others fear me, and they are right to do so,” Voldemort argued back.
“They do not understand,” Nagini replied soothingly. “Lack of understanding is what brings about the most fear in humans, it has been written.”
Voldemort chuckled. “You are a wise woman, my love, and you are very right. But no one’s ever going to understand me, not like you do, there is nobody who wants to,” he hissed sadly.
“You do not know that, you have never given another a chance,” Nagini argued quietly.
“The others do not wish a chance and I do not blame them. Look at me, darling, no human in their right mind would desire to be close to me as I am now,” he argued back.
“Will you drink the liquid and restore your body then?” Nagini asked.
“I am uncertain as to whether I want to,” Voldemort replied thoughtfully. “I have become quite accustomed to being alone these last couple of years.” He looked down at the liquid still shining brightly in its bottle. “And yet, I find myself tempted. Not just because I will be able to wield more power, believe me I will enjoy having my full strength back, but …” he trailed off and Nagini rose up onto her tail in order to get a better look at his face. His expression was guarded, unsure; it worried her as he had never been afraid to reveal anything to her in the past. What could have caused his hesitation? The boy?
“It is something to do with the boy, yes,” he answered her unspoken question. “When I was in his mind before I saw … a memory he had of my teenage self, the Horcrux I hid in the diary. Harry spent time with that version of me and … he found me attractive, despite what I was doing or the fact that I wanted him dead … I have never heard someone think of me as attractive, not even before my death, it was … surprising and … flattering.”
Nagini blinked in surprise at his words. “Do you … desire the boy?” she asked.
He chuckled at her surprise, “I know, it hardly seems likely does it, my love; I’ve spent most of my life trying to find ways to kill him. I have however, always harboured a desire to … possess the boy and his insane beauty and power. Before now I had never thought I would be this close to him without the two of us pointing wands at each other, but now … it seems things have changed,” he finished quietly, his brow furrowed as if deep in thought.
All of a sudden Nagini could see a hint of that small slither of light Tom had once held shining in his ruby eyes. “Will you pursue him, Tom?” She asked eagerly.
“I honestly doubt young Mr Potter will allow me anywhere near him in that fashion, darling, despite what I heard in his thoughts earlier,” Voldemort replied with a forlorn smile.
“It is not his choice is it. He is bound to serve you until the day of his death, he must do as you command,” Nagini hissed suggestively.
Voldemort shook his head at her. “You may find this hard to believe, sweetheart, but I do actually have a sense of morality when it comes to these kinds of things. You will notice I have never allowed a death eater to rape a woman or a child during any of the missions or raids I have sent them on. It is something I feel is simply wrong.
Nagini tilted her head to the side in confusion. She’d been by Tom’s side for decades and yet he could still surprise her like this; amazing.
Voldemort laughed at her confusion and continued on his way down to his room. Nagini followed close behind and for a while they walked in silence as she pondered this new piece of information. She wanted Tom to be happy; if this boy could help bring it about she needed to find a way to make it happen.
When they reached the bedroom Voldemort knelt down to lift her into his arms and kissed her gently on the end of her snout. “Do you ever think about anything but me?” he asked softly.
“Yes, I think about mice,” she replied honestly and was happy when he laughed. He placed her down on the bed and climbed in beside her, allowing her to get comfortable before settling down and drifting off quickly into a peaceful sleep, the vial of bright yellow liquid still grasped in his hand and held close to his chest. Nagini didn’t know what was going to happen in the next couple of months but she would try her hardest to ensure her master got the happiness she wanted for him. The boy had seemed sad too, maybe all they needed was someone to cheer them both up a little, someone who understood how they felt.
XX
Harry thought about returning to Grimauld place immediately, but decided instead to head to Spinner’s end to see how Severus was doing. He slipped through the wards without a hitch, the magic already having been keyed to recognise him, and knocked quietly on the door. It was opened mere seconds later by a wary Luna who ushered Harry quickly inside and shut the door behind him.
“How’s Severus?” Harry immediately asked the blonde.
“Good, he’s finally up and walking around,” Luna replied with obvious relief.
“That’s good,” Harry said with a nod. “I’m going to have to bring him up with Voldemort soon,” he added.
Luna gave him a sad smile and asked. “How are things going in that regard?”
“Contract’s all signed, I’m officially in the service of the dark lord,” Harry replied.
Luna nodded gravely. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked quietly.
“If I didn’t it would be too late now,” he replied just as quietly, before reaching forward to grasp the girl’s shoulders. “I have to do this, you know I do, there’s no other way.”
The girl took a shaky breath and reached forward to pull Harry into a hug. “It’s not fair,” she whispered, holding him tightly. “You shouldn’t have to die.”
“Life never is for me,” Harry replied gently. “But I was always going to die, Luna, at least now I get to choose when it happens and I’ll be able to keep you and the others safe.”
“I know,” she sobbed. “It doesn’t make it right.” There was nothing else Harry could say to make her feel better so he didn’t say anything, allowing her to hold him until she was ready to let go. “Have you told the others yet?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.
“No, I’m not sure I should to be honest,” Harry replied, releasing her as she pulled back to look at him. “You know they’re not going to take it well and half of them won’t believe the reason why I’m doing this.”
“You have to tell someone, maybe Hermione, she can explain it to the others if you do,” Luna argued.
“No, she’ll stop me from going or she’ll tell Dumbledore, it’ll take far too long to convince her of his plan and I don’t have the time before I have to leave. No, it can only be you, Luna, when the time comes to explain what’s happening I want it to be you telling the story, please,” he asked quietly.
Tears flooded her eyes once more as she nodded in agreement. “All right, Harry, I’ll do it for you,” she agreed.
“Thank you, Luna,” Harry replied, before asking, “Is Severus awake?”
Luna shook her head. “No, but I can go and wake him, it’ll just take a second,” she offered, moving toward the stair case that led up to the bedrooms.
“No, it’s all right,” he said stopping her. “He needs to sleep, don’t wake him. When you see him tomorrow just tell him I was here and to give me a couple of days before presenting himself to the dark lord so I can make sure Voldemort knows what happened the night with Dumbledore and he doesn’t just kill Severus the minute he walks through the door. Come tomorrow night I’ll be a permanent resident in Slytherin Manor so I’ll have plenty of time with the dark lord, but I don’t know how long it will take to get through all the questions he’s sure to ask me.”
Luna nodded, “I’ll tell him,” she promised.
“Have you heard from Draco at all?” he asked, wondering about the fate of the blonde Slytherin.
She shook her head. “No, I’m not surprised though, I doubt his mother is letting him out of her sight at the moment,” she replied and Harry could tell she was trying to stay positive.
Harry nodded. “All right, I have to get going. If I see Draco I’ll find a way to let him know you’re okay.” Here he paused and took her hands gently in his. “You have been an amazing friend, Luna, thank you, and I hope I’ll see you again before the end,” he said softly.
At this her face crumbled and she broke down in tears. “I don’t want you to die, Harry,” she sobbed. He pulled her into his arms once more and gently stroked her hair.
“It’s going to be okay, Luna,” he whispered reassuringly as she clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder. He allowed her to hold him a little longer before pulling back and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Be strong,” he whispered, pulling away and heading quickly for the door. As he reached the edge of the wards he turned back to see the girl standing just outside the door, watching him go. He gave her a wave and disapparated back to Grimauld place, blinking back the tears that burnt his eyes. He hoped he’d see her again, but he had a feeling it would be the last time he laid eyes on the girl who he’d come to love like a sister.
XX
Harry spent the next day with his Gryffindor friends at the Weasley burrow, having been invited there for an end of year party Ron was throwing. He’d spent the night before, after his return from spinner’s end, packing up the things he didn’t want to leave behind. He couldn’t take much since he planned on making it look like he’d been kidnapped, but there was a photo album he’d bought and not shown anyone that had copies of all his favourite photos, including the ones of his parents. He’d also grabbed his invisibility cloak and a change of clothes or two. He doubted Voldemort would accept him wearing muggle attire while in his manor, but he couldn’t walk around naked so he had to take something. Other than that he only took a book he was fond of, a small wooden box with other personal items he’d kept hidden from his friends and the new broom he’d bought without anyone knowing, all of which he threw in a bag and shrunk so it would fit in his pocket, wistfully eyeing his firebolt every few moments during the packing process. He took it all with him to the burrow intent on ‘being kidnapped’ after most of the guests had gone home. He knew how much it would upset his friends who truly loved him, but there was nothing for it, it had to be done.
He spent the day just having fun, allowing himself to forget, even if only for a few hours, the darkness ahead of him. He spent as much time as he could with Hermione, Ginny, and the twins, knowing it would be a long time before he saw them again, if he ever did. A few order members were also present keeping an eye out for death eater activity, so he got to spend a bit of time with Remus as well. The werewolf seemed preoccupied and worried and Harry was pretty sure he knew exactly why. He wasn’t supposed to however, so he pretended to be oblivious, even though he wanted nothing more than to tell the man that Severus was safe and well. Remus would never say it, but Harry knew how the werewolf felt for the potions master and he hoped one day Severus noticed it too.
As always thought, despite his obvious worries, Remus was the picture of loving uncle and gave Harry his full attention. They had a drink together and a good chat before he had to head off and report to Dumbledore. He was one of the only order members Harry had chosen to save. He loved Remus and he was happy to know the man would be kept safe, he just hoped the same could be said for Severus as he couldn’t put the other man on the contract for fear of what the dark lord would think. If the dark wizard thought Severus was a traitor he wouldn’t keep him in the close ranks of the death eaters anymore and they needed Severus’ skill, and the information he could gain as a spy, if they wanted to defeat Dumbledore.
It was getting dark by the time everyone started to leave and Harry used the confusion of the departures to sneak into the field beside the burrow and hide his cloak and broom for a quick escape later. He had dinner with the family, including Arthur who Harry had a difficult time being civil to, knowing the man was in on Dumbledore’s plan for Harry. When it was over Harry helped Molly with the dishes and had a cup of hot chocolate with the others close to his age, including Ron who was as difficult to be near as Arthur, before saying he wanted some fresh air and ducking outside. He knew either Hermione of Ginny would be out there soon to see if he was alright, they liked doing that when he was trying to get time alone. Not to invade his space but because they cared.
He jogged over to the field and quickly found where he’d hidden his stuff. As he threw the cloak on he heard the door open and knew it was now or never. Climbing on his broom and making sure it was covered by the cloak Harry kicked off the ground so he was just floating there ready for a quick take off. He then fired several spells from his wand that singed the ground around him and screamed loudly before taking off in a hurry and floating up into the air to hover above the wards where he could watch what was happening below him.
He saw all the Weasleys and Hermione run out into the night, wands drawn and searching the area for signs of an enemy or Harry. They called out to him frantically and ran into the field in a desperate search. The wouldn’t find him of course, they’d think he’d been taken, and as much as he knew this was how it had to happen he couldn’t help the awful guilty feeling that gnawed at his stomach with the thought of the pain and sorrow he was causing the people who truly loved him.
Not wanting to be present the moment they found the area with all the blasted grass Harry turned away from the Burrow and the closest thing he’d ever had to a family and headed toward Slytherin Manor. His life as the boy who lived was over; he was now Harry Potter, servant of the dark lord. He used the flight to the manor to compose himself and disappear behind the cold mask he’d perfected over the last couple of months in preparation for what was to come. He couldn’t let the dark lord see weakness; it would only bring about his downfall.
XX
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