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A New Darkness	By : lilysunshine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 72885 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Isn�t
this getting old? Not mine.

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Chapter 26

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clasclass=MsoNormal>It was two days before Christmas, and Riddle Mansion was
absolutely bursting with activity. That
night, the new Shadows were to be initiated.
There would be a huge feast on Christmas day. Not to mention the tons of public appearances that were to be
mby Rby Raithos, his father, and the Malfoy family, as well as the other Death
Eater families. Since the sentencing of
Dumbledore, plans to make Raithos and the Dark Lord more accessible were
endless. In fact, Raithos and his
father were to spend the day in Diagon Alley, doing some last minute Christmas
shopping. Lucius and Draco would be overseeing
last minute preparations for the initiation, as well as the feast in a few
days.

�Co? Please help, I
don�t know what to wear!� Raithos whined pitifully.

Draco rolled off the bed and walked over to Raithos� massive
wardrobe with a sigh.

�How can you possibly have trouble picking out something to
wear? Look at all these clothes! I�d kill for this wardrobe.�

�What�s the point?
You steal from it anyway. And
I�m having trouble remembering what I�ve worn out in public already. Wouldn�t do to repeat outfits,� Raithos
sighed. �These public appearances are
getting quite annoying. I�m running out
of suitable outfits to be seen in!�

Draco pulled out a pair of soft gray trousers and a white
dress shirt. �How about this?�

�Two days ago, dinner at the Magico.�

He put them aside and pulled out leather pants and an
emerald v-neck sweater. �This?�

�Three days ago, the photo-op with the Minister.�

Five outfits later, and Draco was getting frustrated. He pulled out a pair of black wool pants and
a white turtleneck sweater, and held it up wordlessly.

Raithos was silent for a full minute, trying to remember if
he�d worn that in the past week.

�Hey, I think that might work. Thanks Co,� he said, jumping up to change. Draco smiled approvingly as Raithos spun
around a few times for inspection. �Do
I pass?�

�You�ll do,� Draco said.
The smile suddenly dropped off his face. �But what do I wear?�

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�Do you have a Christmas present for Draco yet?� Voldemort
asked his son as they walked down Diagon Alley. They�d finished much of their Christmas shopping and had only a
few more gifts to buy. They were both
attempting to ignore the flock of photographers and reporters following them,
without appearing aloof and, well, evil.
It was a careful balance of smiles, laugh tal talking, and whispering,
pretending the tag-alongs weren�t there, but making a point to pose for
pictures and allow snippets of conversation to be overheard.

�I have a few already, but was thinking about getting one or
two more,� Raithos replied before dragging his father into the Apothecary. �Draco�s been talking about a few hard to
come by potions ingredients that he really wants, as well as a new book or
two.�

Voldemort allowed himself to be pulled into the shop by his
son. The press loved pictures like
that, where Raithos appeared to be quite the excited child, and Voldemort the
indulging parent. The Prophet had put
either the two of them, or Raithos and Draco on the front cover everyday since
Dumbledore�s sentencing. It seemed the
wizarding world was slowly warming up to them.
Lucius had found a way to put the images of his spell into a penseive,
which he then duplicated. These
penseives were placed all throughout the wizarding world, and just about every
man, woman, and child, had seen Dumbledore�s deeds. While a few still maintained support for the former Headmaster,
many were turning to Raithos and his father to lead them.

�Pops, are you hungry?
I was thinking we could stop now for lunch,� Raithos asked as the
shopkeeper bagged his purchases, which he shrunk and added to his pocket.

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�Wonderful idea, son.
Shall we go to the Leaky Cauldron?� Voldemort replied. Going to the Leaky Cauldron, while not the
most elegant of places, would be quite a good publicity stunt. It would portray the two of them as quite
the normal wizarding family, which woulin tin them support from the
masses. The people would just eat it up.

The two made their way to the pub, chatting about random
things, school, Quidditch, and Draco.
As they entered the Cauldron, conversation around them stopped for a
brief moment, before the patrons broke out into mad chatter about who�d just
entered.

�Hello sirs,� Tom said hesitantly, bowing his head
slightly. �Can I get you a table?�

Raithos smiled slightly at the barkeep. �Yes, Tom, that would be wonderful.�

They followed Tom to a booth in the corner, where they
quickly placed their orders. While they
were waiting for their food, Voldemort decided to broach a somewhat sensitive
subject.

�Raithos, we need to have a conversation about something
very important to pureblood wizards,� he began, staring at his son
intently. Raithos looked up and nodded,
seeing the serious expression on his father�s face.

�You and Draco have been courting for almost four months
now. If this goes on much longer
without some kind of formal announcement, it will begin to be quite improper,
and we cannot have that,� he continued.

�What do you mean, some kind of announcement? The press knows we are dating, it�s been in
the paper for awhile now.�

Voldemort sighed slightly.
He cursed Dumbledore for what must have been the millionth time for
forcing his son to grow up amongst muggles.
He knew nothing of wizarding tradition.
�That�s not the type of announcement I�m talking about. Wizards, especially purebloods, do not date. If they do, it is kept under wraps. Idle relationships are not paraded
about. Had you grown up in this world,
you would already know this, but it is not your fault that you have been kept
in the dark. I�m sure Lucius has
already had a similar conversation with Draco.

�Son, you are almost at the age where most purebloods
indicate their intent to marry. Usually
with an engagement period.� Raithos eyes
widenedr sor so slightly at this. �In
order to keep things proper, you and Draco will have to think about drawing up
a marriage contract. Now, I�m sure
Lucius has already told Draco that it will have to be you that first broaches
this subject; the son of the Dark Lord cannot appear to be submissive in the
eyes of the public.

�We�ll have to have an engagement party of course, and set a
period for the engagement. Then there
will be the wedding, probably not until you are both out of school. Which you will be finishing, it will
look wonderful in the papers for my son to complete his education��

Raithos just sat and stared at his father. He was rambling. The Dark Lord was rambling.
About his son�s upcoming wedding.

�Wait�wedding?!�

�Pops, hang on a second.
Wedding? I�m seventeen!�

�Yes, I know,� Voldemort said with a sigh. �That is usually the age pureblood wizards
enter an engagement Raithos. You
wouldn�t know this because you weren�t raised here.�

�So, what if I don�t want to marry Draco? I�m not saying I don�t, I�m just curious.�

�Then we�d have to find someone else for you to marry by the
end of sch school year. It�s terribly
improper for a pureblood to end his schooling without a marriage planned.�

�So I either agree to marry Draco, or I get stuck with
someone else that I may not even like?
I�m sorry Pops, but that�s a little messed up.�

�I know, but it is tradition. It has kept the pureblood families strong. It has kept the number of children born out
of wedlock down to almost nothing amongst the nobles. The other wizarding families do not engage in this practice, and
it has weakened their bloodlines. The
purebloods have remained powerful because of tradition, and we will continue to
do so,� Voldemort explained.

Raithos sighed again.
He really had no objections to marrying Draco, he just didn�t like
feeling as if he was forced into it.
�Okay, I�ll talk with him about it.�

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Raithos and his father had remained in Diagon Alley until
almost dinnertime. They�d returned tiddliddle Mansion with just enough time to get ready for the night�s initiations,
so Raithos had no time to talk to Draco about the lunchtime conversation. They were dressed in what had become their
uniform for these meetings, the embroidered robes and tailored clothes. Again, they were standing outside the great
doors. This time, however, there were
more than twenty people standing behind them.
The new Shadows, no longer potentials, but initiates.

�So.�

�So.�

�Well damn. I can�t
think of anything horribly inappropriate for once.�

Draco laughed.
�That�s a first.�

�Yeah,� Raithos said, running a hand through his hair. �Bit embarrassing. Just isn�t the same, is it.�

::He calls::

�Here we go again,� Raithos sighed.

--

The initiates stepped up one by one to complete their
trials, make their oaths, and receive their Marks. Only one was left.
Seamus. Raithos hoped he
wouldn�t fail, it would reflect quite badly on him. Seamus was useful to him.
He made a decent spy, and would help bring the Gryffindors to Raithos�
service. But because he was a spy, his
trial would be the hardest.
The Irish teen was more loyal than all his Shadows, except for his first
three.

�You have been found loyal,� Raithos said, before glancing the the guards who were ready to bring out Seamus� victim. This would be the most uncertain part of the
ceremony. With the other Shadows,
Raithos had been positive of their success in the trial. None of them had quite the personal
connection that Seamus did with his victim.
For the first time in a long while, Raithos warvourvous.

A bound figure was brought out and made to kneel before
Seamus. Eyes looked up pleadingly at
him.

�Dean�� Seamus whispered.
He should have known it would be someone close to him. It was fitting, he supposed. It would prove his loyalty beyond a shadow
of a doubt. He was going to do this,
without remorse, but he still felt the need to explain his imminent actions to
his former friend. He spoke quietly, so
much so that even Raithos and Voldemort had to strain to hear him.

�You are weak Dean, a detriment to wizarding blood. You would only dilute the power we
hold. You should have stayed in the
muggle world, old friend. Goodbye,� he
said softly as he raised his wand. He
gathered all his will to perform the spell, if he messed up, he knew he would
be killed.

Dean was trying to scream something around the gag in his
mouth. His eyes were impossibly wide,
and he was struggling against the body bind upon him. Seamus closed his eyes and steeled his nerves.

�Avada Kedavra!� he shouted. Dean�s lifeless body toppled over. Seamus just stared for a moment before
turning and bowing in front of Raithos.

Raithos remained expressionless as Seamus bowed to him. He was weaker than the rest, as was proven
by the display he�d just put on, but he would still serve his purpose.

"Do
you submit yourself willingly to me and to my father? Do you pledge your
loyalty to our cause?" Raithos asked.

�I do,
My Lord,� Seamus replied, voice once again strong.

p>

�Morulus
meta!�

Seamus whimpered softly at the intense pain, as had many
others that night. It took a strong
person to withstand the pain of being Marked, and few were able to bear it
silently. When it was over, Seamus
returned to the group of new initiates.

Lord Voldemort rose to stand between his son and
Draco.

�A fine group of followers, my son. You should be proud. Rule them well. Draco, you have supported and advised my son exceptionally well
during these past months, and that shall never be forgotten. I am proud of you both,� he said, placing a
hand on each boy�s shoulder. He looked
up to address the crowd of Shadows and Death Eaters before him. �Let us adjourn to the dining hall for a
celebration. It is well deserved by
all.�

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Later that evening, when Raithos and his Shadows had
adjourned to one of the many sitting rooms in the mansion, Pansy and Blaise
approached him.

�My Lord, Raithos, we would like to present you with a
gift, from all of the Shadows, and the potentials not yet initiated. When we heard you were the son of the Dark
Lord, we were a little�shocked, to put it mildly. Since then, you have completely changed our world. All of us here serve you willingly, and will
follow your lead wherever you see fit to take us,� Pansy began.

Blaise took over for her.
�Your father has a loyal familiar, Nagini, and we know you two get along
very well. But she is your father�s,
and you can�t see her while at school.
So we decided to present you with your own familiar.�

Millicent stepped forward, with Crabbe and Goyle behind
her. She was holding a large basket in
her hands. Crabbe lifted off the lid,
and Goyle reached inside. He brought
out a pure black snake with silver eyes, and presented it to Raithos.

He took the snake gently, petting its head softly.

�It�s gorgeous,� he whispered, a huge grin on his
face. Draco smiled softly next to
him. �Thank you all. This is a magnificent gift,� Raithos said,
looking out over his followers. They
all smiled proudly back at him.

The ebony snake coiled itself around his shoulders and
torso, much in the way Nagini did.

::They said you are to be my Master�they said you can
speak my tongue:: the snake hissed.

::They were right:: Raithos hissed back.

The snake looked at him for a long moment, red forked
tongue tasting the air around him.

::You taste of power.
A strong Master, you will make::

::Thank you::

�What is her name?� Raithos asked quietly.

�Nepthas,� Blaise answered with a smile.

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A/N: Alrighty
then. So I know I didn�t get to
Christmas in this chappie like I said I would, but the part about Nepthas just
fit in so well here. So Christmas will
be next. The story is, unfortunately,
winding down. Not much left to go
before the end. I�m a little excited
about that, but a little sad too. Oh
well, I guess I�ll just have to start another fic when this one is done. I�m thinking about one where Draco winds up
enslaved to Harry. I have a thing about
those fics. Let me know what you all think,
and if you would read it. Or if you
want, you can give me ideas about what to write next. I�ll probably only do one or two stories at a time though, I
don�t want to start one and get so busy with others that it kind of gets
forgotten.

C.A.E. Lestat: It�s at http ://www. eviloverlord.com/ lists/over lord.html You
can�t just copy and paste that though�stupid ff.net won�t let me paste
hyperlinks in. It�s so very
amusing. I encourage everyone to check
it out.

Lairyg: Ron
is most likely going to just sit and rot away in Azkaban. I�ll let you all know what happens to him
though.

Signeus: Yes,
that is pretty stupid. My school was
just as bad. I can�t even begin to
count how many kids snuck stuff in that wasn�t supposed to be there and the
stupid teachers and principals didn�t have a friggin clue.

lasslass=MsoBodyText>CrazyRahRah: AU
means alternate universe. Evil!Harry is
pretty AU, because that�s not how he is in the books. It�s not as AU as stories where magic doesn�t exist, or stories
that take place in a different era. But
its still not very canon.

Wounded By
Pride: Thank you so much! I have to say my reviewers have made me quite curious as to
whether or not I could attempt a piece of original fiction. I�m throwing around a few ideas at the
moment. I�m glad you are enjoying this
so much, and thank you for the cleverness and cunning comment. :)

She-who-knows-not-who: You
talk about this? As in my story? That�s so cool! I�d kind of like to know what people say about it. And don�t worry, I�m back, I didn�t abandon
you all.

Kara Crane: Lots
of Hogwarts reform will be going on before school starts again!

Nafaerala: The
Order will be giving their verdict soon, don�t worry. I tried to ease the transition of Harry to Raithos a little, by
having people call him Harry or Potter for a little while. Because honestly, that�s what would happen
for real. And I totally agree with you
about Tom/Dumbledore. That little
interaction we saw in book two showed that Dumbledore treated him suspiciously
and not particularly kindly when he was at school. And at least in my view, he wasn�t always a cold-blooded
murderer. Sure, he did what needed to
be done, but he didn�t go nutso until Dumbledore killed Lorelai. And Raithos stepped in to give him back some
of his sanity. BTW, I love long
reviews:)

Estrashtia: You ROCK! I love that you
are reviewing as you go. Feedback is
awesome. I totally get what you mean
t Hat Harry to Raithos. I messed up
typing that so many times in the first few chapters I used it. But now its normal, because Harry is
Raithos. I�m glad my grammer isn�t an
issue, I�m living in Baltimore, MD presently, but I�m from Camden, NJ. So I have a
Philly accent. And me and my
hubby LOVE the Dave Chappelle show. Did
you know the first season is on DVD?

Madison Skye
Snape: Thank you!
And yes, everyone should read at least one dark!harry fic, because some
of them really could happen.

Immortalisist: I
really have to give props to all of you who don�t really like slash but still
enjoy slash stories every once in awhile.
I can�t even say the same for myself regarding het stories. Kudos to you:)

cRyStAL
TeaRZ: I�m so sorry!
I like Gred and Forge in so many fanfics as well, and in book 5. But in this story it just didn�t work. I apologize profusely. I�m glad you like this story in spite of the
things it makes me write :)

Skit:
Nope. No big angsty fights. Co and Raith get into tiffs all the time and
make fun of each other and spat back and forth, but no big �I can�t believe you
did that to me� fights. It just hurts
too much to write.

HecateDeMorte,
Hiei�s fianc�e, SheWolfe7, allexandrya, Sylvanus Snape, Proud Slytherin,
Serpentine Malfoy, Cmon, ESP, Shania
Maxwell, Yuki Kurai, Michelle, Slytherin Snakes, buff200020002002,
Princezz2Di4-Sis-M. Amanda, Thankee
much!

Next Chapter: Christmas!
(I promise this time) An Order
meeting. And Severus makes some changes! Squeee!
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