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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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05/10/2012

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The Forever Game

Consolidation and Companion

       As Voldemort apparated back to the room his Death Eater’s would expect to find him, he wondered how it was that he had such a logical mate. He was meant to be the one who was emotionless, the one who made the cold hard decisions but around his beloved, his heart overruled his head and he never even stopped to question it. Harry was correct, his Death Eater’s would need him tonight, would need his guidance or who knew what they would do. But confound it! He wanted to be with Harry, wanted to hold his mate as he underwent the change but it was Harry who pushed him back towards his duties. Perhaps that was a part of how Harry completed him but it was more than that.

       The Dark Lord had thought about it. Traits he found endearing in Harry would have him in a killing rage in another and he had wondered why. Why did something he hated in others reinforce his affection for another? It was then that he had realised that Harry had never and would never try to turn him from his path and never tried to bargain as others he had taken to his bed, many years back, had tried to. All Harry asked just by his presence was that he consider the method he used. And if Voldemort was honest with himself, adapting to use Harry's methodology often meant that his desire was more widely accepted. Harry had never once changed the goal, merely the method used to attain that goal and never had that altered method truly been impossible. That was why the innocence he felt in the young wizard, the often naive questions never bothered him and he always answered as honestly as he could even as he had moulded his mate into the one who would stand equal to him. Harry was his and accepted him as he was and that made all the difference in the world. Even if sometimes Harry’s logical streak was far too wide for comfort.

       With the loathsome part of the ritual complete, he had felt Harry’s desire that he not witness the young wizard’s weakness. Voldemort didn’t really understand it, since over the last few years, when in training, he’d seen Harry unconscious and in various states of weakness almost every day. But he had also felt the depth of need in his mate, and given that Harry had just voluntarily had sex with their enemy, he was inclined to humour whatever Harry wanted for a little while.

       And it was not like his mate was lying, his Death Eaters did need him.

       He’d apparated into the middle of growing tension in the Wizengamot chamber. Lucius Malfoy, one of those men who always made sure they were just that little bit too useful to kill, was facing off against James Potter, a man who was an enigma to most of his followers but who still lead the largest faction in the Wizengamot. He should have anticipated that some Death Eater’s would become onerous once they thought their positions unassailable. It was time to teach them that he still expected a level of decorum and control from his followers. They were meant to be more than mindless animals but some would regress at the least provocation.

       “Is there are problem Lucius?” Just the question should have been enough to warn the Malfoy Lord but the blond really was drunk on victory.

       “No problem, my Lord. Just clearing out the deadweight.”

       “You are attempting to remove a rightful member of the Wizengamot?”

       Even Lucius heard the warning in that question and the Lord Potter was discrete enough that his smirk was quickly lost as he schooled his features into a more neutral expression. “Lord Malfoy,” Harry’s father said formally. “The Minister and I have many political differences. Of that there is no question and for a sworn follower such as yourself, I can appreciate some confusion as to why someone like myself, who openly refuses to swear allegiance in the manner you have, remains. Suffice to say that your Lord and I came to an agreement many years ago and I will be remaining.”

       “My Lord!” Lucius protested, turning to face Voldemort. The blond could be a perceptive man when he needed and his grey eyes saw the truth, James Potter had not lied, he would be remaining. “Why?”

       The Dark Lord considered the question, wondering if a simple green curse, the colour of his beloved’s eyes would be the best solution. He could even forgo explaining Lord Malfoy’s death and simply claim he had died in battle but Lucius was a symptom of the problem and in this case, killing him would mask the disease. “Do you know that the prophecy Dumbledore believed was a lie?” Voldemort’s rich voice filled the hall and most stilled to hear it, taking in the information the Minister was giving them.

       “It was not about a child who would kill me, quite the opposite. It was about the one who would raise me to power, and as you can see, that child has delivered everything the true prophecy promised. But for them to give me power, it required that I listen, that I turn from the path of destruction and remain in shadow. It required that I give them power in return. I am not a wizard of faith, I am a man of action but on that night, many years ago when I found them, I placed my faith in the true prophecy.” Harry screamed into his soul causing him to pause but Voldemort steeled himself, blocking out Harry’s pain as he continued. “And that is why I now sit here, secure in the knowledge that Dumbledore’s life force is slowly draining from him and his prophecy child is chained to a wall, dripping blood on to my floor.”

       “You would have won sooner,” Lucius couldn’t help the words.

       “I could have been Minister sooner, Lord Malfoy but I would still be embroiled in a war. You may not believe that, but I know it and that is really all that matters. Tonight is for celebration but I will not tolerate stupid regression to a policy long dead and on that I trust you are completely clear.”

       “My Lord!” The Death Eater’s around the room snapped, coming to attention and Voldemort did not miss the amused smile on Lord Potter’s face. It was not a game to him but there were times when he sure acted like it was.

       “Minister,” Harry’s Father said, bowing slightly in the way tradition required when a new speaker rose to address the Wizengamot. His earlier conversation had been private, though all had been listening. “You are correct. It is a time for celebration and on behalf of the Party’s I would therefore ask you to adjourn the Wizengamot until the Halloween sitting so that the Ministry and the Auror’s might more easily consolidate after the Speaker’s Rebellion.” His blue eyes flickered over to a bunch of very scared wizards who were hiding in the shadows and Voldemort suppressed a smile. They were all that remained of Dumbledore’s loyal followers. James’ suggestion would also allow the Dark Lord to call all his marked followers and explain the new order to them.

       Once again, the red eyed wizard sighed inwardly. It was such a shame that Lord Potter would not swear allegiance to him because Harry’s Father would be one of the best of his inner circle and he would be even without his son’s… influence. “A very reasonable suggestion,” Voldemort agreed. “The Speaker’s Rebellion has been a blight upon our society. But it is also a most timely reminder, that we must be ever vigilant against those who would use violence in their personal quest for power.” He almost wished Dumbledore had been here to hear that little speech but the Dark Lord’s mind was more tied up with the possibilities the next sitting provided. Lord Potter had just suspended the Wizengamot for two weeks to return for the Halloween sitting and by then Harry would have recovered from today’s ritual and it would be time to keep a promise he had made some years back on the first anniversary of him becoming the Minister of Magic.

       He had returned to his to his chambers to the feeling of his beloved’s sadness. “What’s wrong?”

       Harry had looked up at him, his green eyes shining with tears. “I never go anywhere with you,” he sobbed.

       “Oh Harry, Harry,” Voldemort soothed, sweeping the black haired wizard into his arms, “You wouldn’t want to come with me, because even if you are there, I can’t pay attention to you.” He placed one kiss on the top of his beloved’s head, smoothing his unruly hair down with gentle strokes. “You know, most of my aides and assistants think they are honoured if I give them even half of my attention for the few seconds it takes me to tell them what to do. And that’s while the rest of my attention is on the paperwork. Yet you... oh Harry, the instant I see you, you have my complete, undivided attention and you have it for as long as you need it.”

       Harry sniffed and hiccupped. “I know but whenever you are asked if you have a lover, you are always happy to admit you do but you never say it’s me!”

       Ah, the Dark Lord blinked. That was a far more difficult concern that he could not just smooth away. He never admitted it was Harry because he never wanted Harry to be used against him. Any who even tried it would be obliterated entirely but that might hurt Harry and such a risk could not be allowed. But if Voldemort was honest with himself, attempting to keep Harry safe forever would be an exercise in futility. His mate would eventually want his freedom and he would be unable to do anything to stop him risking himself. Perhaps this was best dealt with in another way. Voldemort fully intended to keep Harry safe and to protect him but it would do no harm if Harry knew how to defend himself. His mate wasn’t immortal yet, so self-defence was essential and even once he was immortal, the Dark Lord knew from personal experience that avoiding injury was far better than healing from it.

       “All right, my Little One,” Voldemort said gently. “I will proclaim to the world exactly who has possession of my heart and soul on two conditions. The first is that you are immortal.”

       “But you said you could not do that!” Harry objected. In the past he’d been worried that the Dark Lord would leave him because he was not immortal, even though they were mates but Voldemort had dismissed his concern, telling him that it was something that would be dealt with in time, just not then and Harry had reluctantly been re-assured. The fact that the Dark Lord had then spent the next few hours making him quiver helplessly in ecstasy had also aided in re-assuring him.

       “I said I could not do it at the time. Oh, beloved, there is nothing for you to fear. Technically I made you immortal when you were just a babe, but that’s just your soul and I have no intention of losing your delectable body. I love you just the way you are and I have known for a very long time exactly how I am going to make you immortal, just I did not think you would appreciate being stuck in the body of an eight year old... Come to think of it, I wouldn’t like it either.”

       Harry chuckled. “And the other condition?” he questioned. He could feel the absolute certainty in his beloved’s mind. The Dark Lord had the means to make him immortal and would do so in due course.

       “You can hold your own against me in both duel and squirmish.”

       Green eyes widened in surprise and the Dark Lord knew his lover was thinking of the differences in their ages, and experience. “That could take forever!” Harry objected and was surprised when Voldemort gave a throaty chuckle.

       “I don’t think it will take that long,” he replied. “You will have the best instructor.”

       “Oh?”

       “I will teach you, but you must realise that it will not be easy, beloved. There will be pain but you will learn.”

       Harry frowned but Voldemort could feel that he was not afraid, if anything he was just more determined. “I’ll do my best,” he said before leaning over and the rest of the conversation was lost as the Dark Lord commenced a re-enactment of his celebration when he became Minister of Magic.

       That had been fun and he hoped Harry would be as enthusiastic this year as he had been in others, though the surprise of the Wizengamot when they learned that they now had two Lord’s would also provide a great deal of entertainment and would require its own celebration.

       “The sedition of the Speaker leads me to accede to the Parties desires and formally adjourn the Wizengamot until the Halloween sitting,” Voldemort intoned. “The time shall be used by the Aurors to separate the guilty from the innocent so that all wizards know that we do not tolerate the use of violence to attempt to overthrow the lawful government of the land.

       “There will be shifts in the Government at that time and I will have an announcement which will allow us to put the pain of these actions behind us,” his eyes met James Potter’s and the man knew exactly what would be announced. He was grim but a ghost of a smile traced his lips. This announcement would put a lot more pressure on his family but with Lucius’ events today, it would shut up the Death Eater so completely that nothing would compare.

       As some of the Wizengamot left, others rose to talk to colleagues while the Minister sent a pulse through the Dark Mark, summoning his followers to the place only they knew about. None of them knew about his beloved mate yet. They had only seen him robed and hooded, standing in the protective shadow of their Master as he and Harry had played the cloak and dagger game for the last few years and Voldemort had no intention of telling them early that they would either obey his Harry or die. No, their reward now would be to bear witness to Dumbledore’s demise and to unknowingly bear witness as the gift of immortality settled upon his mate.

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And… I’m back! Hope people didn’t miss me!

I’ve said it before but this fic is broken into three sections and we’ve ended Courting but are now going into Consolidation and Companion. Consolidation is the strengthening of power of the Dark Lord in the wizarding world and of Harry as the Dark Lord’s equal. Then Companion goes into the world that Harry and Voldemort build together. I wanted to go beyond Dumbledore’s demise and that’s where we are headed now.

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