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Weapon (Possession Chpt LXXI)

Chapter XX - Game On

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Harry sighed as he regained consciousness, floating in a warmth that signified he was only half awake. He was aware
enough to sense things if he tried, but was warm and comfortable and the pain
was gone.
::Master...:: the shadows growled at him softly and
he could hear their anger.
::What were you trying to do to yourself?:: They
asked, but Harry knew they already knew the answer.
::I just wanted to show that I could do it!:: He
said before he realised how childish that sounded.
::We have no doubt that you will do it, but we told
you, not yet! Master, as impossible as it sounds, your magic is still growing
and for the moment your animagus form is locked by the simple fact that you
don't have the power to sustain it.::
::Then when will I have the power?::
::When you come of age. You are only fifteen
Master. When you come of age your power will mature. Others have gained their
animagus form younger, we know Master, but they were simple beings. The power
required was nothing. Master, you will eclipse them all.::
Harry could still hear the anger in their voice as they coddled up to him
mentally, scolding but at the same time consuming his radiant light. He could
sense though, that while they were angry with him, they were also angry with
themselves for not keeping a better watch. They should have known he would try
it.
::I'm sorry,:: he said slowly. ::I
will wait until then.::
::You will be ready by then,:: they assured him.
Harry nodded mentally, eyes downcast. Their scolding didn't hurt, but the
stupidity he felt did. Everything could be undone because he was stupid today.
That was chastisement enough.
They let him wait a few minutes before they flicked around him again,
chuckling... Their anger was seemingly gone. ::It's
alright Master, we can use this, it's all part of the game but for now sense
who is present, Master,:: they instructed knowingly.
Emerald eyes looked around mentally as Harry pushed his senses out.
Sirius was present and he could smell his Godfathers hair, so he was in his
animagus form. Madam Promfrey was present... that explained why there was no
pain. He could smell the sharp medicinal tang on her. There was another, almost
animalistic smell there... Like his Godfather but different, more mature...
Harry held back the smile as he realised Remus was there. Sirius would be
happy. There were two more scents. One presence felt like fire and he caught
the slightest odour of burning lemon... Dumbledore.
Only Fawkes smelt like a clear burning fire and only the Headmaster smelt like
a burnt lemon sherbet.
And the other... it was vaguely familiar. He had smelt it before but he
couldn't really place it. It was sweet, blood... but there was power there and
it was old. He extended his magical senses, almost like feelers, careful to
make sure that no one noticed. While he could explain how he could do this he
didn't really want them to know that he could.
Definitely blood. There was blood all over this
presence. And it was old... Older than Dumbledore... by...
centuries?
::Vampire?:: He asked silently.
::Xeoaph,:: they grinned.
::What's he doing here?::
::He's allying himself with the Order to fight the
Dark Lord.::
He held back the snarl, instinctually moving to protect his beloved.
::It's alright, Master, we thought we'd attack him
now.::
Harry chuckled as he saw the plan and moaned theatrically as they surged
into being.
Xeoaph liven in an almost constant state of alertness and it was rare that
anyone, even one of his children could catch him unawares but as their master's
emerald eyes blinked open the shadows moved, slamming the ancient vampire up
against the wall. The vampires startled cry hung in
the air as he looked down at the boy who wielded the power of shadow.
Snuffles yipped happily and jumped up licking at Harry's face. He too knew
the plan. When the shadows had accepted Harry as their Master and had revived
him from Malfoy Jn's killing curse, he too had been changed and now his
connection to them could not be stopped, unless they chose.
Remus turned to look at the vampire through narrowed eyes, one eyebrow
raised. He had the honour of the werewolves to maintain in front of the vampire
and for that he had to remain calm and collected no matter what happened. It
was not a difficult act.
Madam Promfrey just sat back in astonishment blinking as her eyes refused to
focus on the vampires restraints.
Dumbledore simply looked slightly amused as Harry pushed at Snuffles,
coaxing the dog to back up as he sat up slowly. Fawkes had been right, Harry
did indeed have more knowledge and control of the shadows than they thought,
and that he had revealed.
"It's okay, Snuffles, it's okay," Harry
murmured, patting the soft fur on the canine head and pulling gently at Sirius'
ears. With a frown he looked up at the vampire, emerald orbs meeting pale blue
with a shock of recognition. "I know you," Harry whispered.
"You do indeed child," the vampire said without fear.
Harry cocked his head as if listening to something and the shadows skittered
carefully but still did not release Xeoaph.
"You're the one who made me forget."
Xeoaph smiled. "I did."
Harry nodded and the shadows withdrew, leaving the vampire to fall. He
landed gracefully and made no attempt to move closer.
"Allies?" Harry asked, looking towards
Dumbledore.
"Yes," the Headmaster said easily.
"Ah," Harry said still patting Sirius. "Sorry about
that," he apologised to the vampire. "They're kind of
protective."
Xeoaph waved the apology away.
"Do you want to tell us what happened?"
Harry looked down at the sheets. "I was attacked."
"We know that. By what?"
"By the shadows," Harry answered softly with their prompting.
"But they obey you," Xeoaph objected.
"Some of them do."
"What?"
"Only some of them do," Harry repeated. The shadows purred around
him, prompting his answers as they danced. It was all a game but it was game
they had played for centuries and they intended to win. They always won.
Harry sighed, swallowing as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes pinched.
"Professor Dumbledore... I'm... I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I already
knew about the power of Gryffindor. Some of it anyway," Harry began.
"I know what they can do and I know what I am to them. But not all of them
obey me.
"After so many centuries they have become fractured... some obey me,
other's obey the Dark Lord because he has offered them enough sacrifices,
enough light that they will obey him.
"They helped him against Malfoy... I don't know what he paid them... I
don't want to know," Harry swallowed hard in an artful impression of
disgust as the shadows laughed.
Playing with the truth was fun.
"It was the one's who obey Voldemort that attacked me but they are mine now. If they touch me, then they have no choice."
He grinned. "The one's who are mine helped me."
Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "So to take the one's the Dark Lord
has..?"
"I just have to see them," Harry said. "Then, they will have
to obey me."
"Is there anyway we can stop them attacking you?" Remus asked.
"No," Harry shook his head. "But there aren't that many of
them who are loyal to Voldemort because he can't give them exactly what they
need. With Gryffindor's blood... I don't even know
what it is that I give them but it is what they need."
::We will stop them,:: the shadows whispered to all
present.
"They can talk?" Albus' eyes opened wide.
::We can talk, we can feel, we can act.::
"But the histories..."
The shadows laughed... ::Are not entirely
accurate,:: they finished. ::We will protect our
Master from those few of us who obey the Dark Lord, you must protect him from
all others,:: they instructed coldly as they faded.
The Headmaster nodded. "It will be done," he murmured considering
this new implication. He had always assumed that the shadows were just that,
shadow. Power, yes but not conscious, not able to act on
their own. This was... there was no doubt this was an interesting
development but it was worrying. They would now need to determine the extent to
which Harry could control his heritage. "Harry, rest
now." The ancient wizard turned towards Xeoaph. "For the
moment, I believe the two of us need to plan."
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Severus sat back. The room was both stiflingly hot and brilliantly
illuminated as he considered what he had seen. He was still at Hogwarts. Usually
at this time of year, he had already finished up and returned to the Snape
Manor but there had been complications with the paperwork and he was sure that
as soon as he got back, and removed all the anti dust charms, Dumbledore would
call him back and he'd just have to recast everything before leaving again for
the Summer. No... better just to delay going back.
Besides there were too many shadows and Dark Arts items there that he just
hadn't had the time to remove. There were too many distractions. It also gave
him a reason not to go to the Dark Lord should he call and that was a whole
other issue he didn't want to think about now.
Not with everything else.
They were back...
They'd left him alone for twenty years but now they were back. They skittered
at the edge of his vision, murmured softly to him at night and sidled up to him
comfortingly. He couldn't see or hear them properly, not like he'd been able to
but the fact that they'd chosen now, of all times to return was not reassuring.
Twenty years ago he'd woken up from the dream, he'd seen the Dark Lord for
what he truly was - a manipulative, murdering wizard who cared nothing for the
future or his followers - and then he'd tried to break free. He'd gone to
Dumbledore in agony and had become a spy, he had
brewed so many cleansing potions and had fought so hard to return to the light.
It had been difficult, and it had hurt like nothing else, it nearly killed him
but he had accepted Fawkes' blessing and been admitted into the Order.
And he'd turned away from them.
They'd tempted him then... And it had been so hard to resist. They'd shown
him everything he wanted and he knew they had the power to fulfil their
temptations. That was why they were so addictive, so dangerous. Anyone could
offer you the illusion of what you wanted, very few
could grant it in reality.
It had been Fawkes' blessing that had finally driven them away. They
couldn't stand the light that was the phoenix but now they were back, and while
they weren't as clear as before, yet, they seemed stronger, more confident.
They seemed sure that it was only a matter of time.
No!
He had proven his ability to ignore them once. He would continue to ignore
them. Besides, his desires had changed, and he doubted they could fulfil them
now. No-one could fulfil them now.
Peace was not something he'd know.
Not just because of the war but because of what he'd seen, because of what
he knew and because now he was sure that what he had believed to be true, what
Dumbledore believed to be true was an illusion.
Harry Potter had sided with the Dark Lord.
There was no proof, not even a whispered rumour. In fact the boy's
Initiation into the Order of the Phoenix
was direct evidence against that belief; but he knew what he had seen, hidden
deep in those emerald eyes, and he knew, somehow, that Potter was against them.
And that scared him.
Fifteen years ago, at the height of the Dark Lord's power, when he'd been in
danger from both sides, when he'd been struggling to remain sane, when the Light
fought the hopeless battle, he hadn't been scared. He'd known that somehow it
would work out.
This time...
This time he knew nothing.
No... this time he knew what he had seen. He didn't
know how Potter had fooled Fawkes since that was meant to be impossible but
somehow the boy had.
He raked a hand through greasy hair. With everything that had happened - and
yes, he knew what had happened while the child was with the Muggles and he knew
of the Dark Lord's affection - he supposed he couldn't really blame Potter.
They placed the expectation on him, they gave him the power, they didn't ask
his loyalties and so they had no right to be surprised... They would be though.
They just assumed he was theirs.
Heh! He would have assumed the same if he hadn't seen those eyes.
The Dark Lord had shown his usual brutal self with his gift and while the
expression had been fleeting, he knew Potter had been expecting it, Potter had
been waiting for the day that Bulstrode and Zabini had found out the truth. He
knew what was in those packages. He knew what the notes said.
And he knew who had done it. And an instant later, the expression was gone,
replaced by one of innocence, one of surprise and morbid curiosity. An expression that was mirrored throughout the Hall.
He'd grant that the boy was a superlative actor and he'd grant that in some
ways, he had been allowed to learn the truth... But now he wasn't sure what to
do.
He couldn't prove what he knew to Dumbledore and he couldn't approach the
Dark Lord. And as demeaning as it would be he couldn't even ask Black about his
Godson because the man was either in on the plan or had no idea... Although, he
rather thought Black would know.
He was trapped.
It was a feeling he didn't like. It was a situation he'd spent the best part
of his life trying to avoid but it was the situation he found himself in now.
"But I am trapped alone," Snape murmured, blinking softly as he
looked into the fire.
That was a situation he was familiar with.
He nodded. It really wasn't that difficult, not once he thought about it. He
had always been alone. He had always followed his own goals.
Nothing had changed.
All that had changed was his certainty of the outcome. And now all he needed
to do was to make sure both sides... or was that all three sides... viewed him
as a friend.
Easier said than done. He'd have to walk a fine
line... one so fine he wasn't sure it existed.
Dumbledore wasn't a complete fool. Voldemort was paranoid. And Potter...
It would be a cold day in hell before the boy viewed him as an ally.
That could be a problem.
The boy was still a student though... he hadn't even come of age. He would
accede to the Dark Lord...
He didn't know what deal they might have made. He didn't know how Harry had
come to an agreement with the Dark Lord, he didn't want to know. It was always
possible though that the Dark Lord had destroyed Potter and the annoying brat
spawned of James was now nothing more than a puppet for the Dark Lord. A
perfect spy...
One they had embraced as their own... Harry Potter...
If he was only a puppet then the Dark Lord had created well...
No, that was one thing that wouldn't have gotten past Fawkes, not even with
the sacrificial serpent there to distract attention. This was something Potter
had chosen of his own free will.
This whole situation was caused by Potter...
This could be a problem.
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