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Chapter XXVII - Waking Up Bound

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Ginny looked up as the Dark Lord reappeared. There was a satisfied glint in
his eye and a half smile on his lips. He looked all together pleased with
himself and she knew with a sudden flash of insight exactly what had transpired
in the room after he had ordered her out. Brilliant red eyes surveyed the room
as he moved with serpentine grace heading towards the door.
Her eyes narrowed as she felt her emotions rise. It wasn't jealousy... Or
rather it was but it was tainted with so much desire and a peculiar form of
longing. She wished with all her heart that it had been her with Harry and she
could feel her whole body responding to the longing. That Voldemort could so easily
be with Harry, could so easily take him when he desired, was so easily noticed
by Harry was galling because she had to try so hard just to get him to look her
way. What did the Dark Lord have that she didn't?
Harry, what do I have to do for you?
She started towards Voldemort not sure what she was thinking, not even sure
what she was doing but the weight of Sirius drove her back. She glanced down...
What did she have to do?
No, that didn't matter. She would be there for Harry and when he choose to
see her she would still be there.
She would always be there.
"Stun me."
"Child?" Voldemort was distracted.
"Stun me," Ginny repeated in a tight voice. "Sirius will
never believe you left me unharmed."
He looked at her carefully before raising his hand. "As you wish. Stupefy."
Ginny's eyes widened at the complete ease with which he said the curse and
as the compression wave flashed through the air towards her, she wondered where
his wand was. Then there was only darkness.
Voldemort watched as she slumped over the stunned dog. Sirius Black and
Virginia Weasley... They were both far more than they seemed. "Serve
him well," he murmured the order before with a slight surge of power he
was gone.

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Harry looked at the ceiling. He knew that he'd been staring at it for the
past couple of weeks but he couldn't recall truly seeing it during that time.
He'd been somewhere else.
He frowned slightly... Where had he been? He could remember... No! He
couldn't remember... Not now... Not when he could feel the others. With a
savage mental twist he thrust that information deep down, focusing only on what
he could. He couldn't let them know... They'd hurt him but he didn't want to
see them next time he dreamed of Voldemort. And if the other's in his mind
knew, then the Dark Lord would know.
The others... There hadn't been others in his mind before... He sighed as he
thought about it. Power... There was power there. They weren't giving it to him
but they were... sharing with him. He could feel their power centres merging
with his own. He could call upon their strength and they could call upon his...
No... That wasn't right... Only one of them could call upon his strength. The
other... The other could request his aide but it was his choice to respond. But
they were both giving him love. He blinked as he considered it, holding himself
neutral to them. He had to know who or what they were before he responded.
The two presences were a blue and red counter to his green.
Blue... Ginny. He closed his eyes as he considered it. It felt right but
what had she done to actually be present in his mind?
Binding... As soon as the word came to him he knew that's what she had done
and while he could feel her, he knew he could ignore that presence when he desired
but she could not ignore him. "Ginny... What have you done?" He
whispered.
Something inside twisted and his stomach fluttered. He couldn't deal with
this now. He couldn't... He couldn't sort out his emotional attachments at the
moment. Not with everything that had happened, not with everything he still
didn't know about. Why was she forcing this on him now? With reluctance but
certainty that this was the only choice he could make at this time he put up
mental barriers between them, blocking all sense she had of him. "I'm
sorry." The whispered** words were all the regard he could spare her at
the moment, no matter how much it would hurt her. He had nothing left to give.
Red... Who was red? Brilliant serpentine eyes danced before his vision and
Harry savagely shook his head. It wasn't Voldemort. His link with the
Dark Lord was defined by pain, not by gentle concern and that was all he could
feel from the red presence.
Soft crimson eyes, watching him in passion... Harry felt his emerald eyes
snap open as he remembered. Last night...
Last night the same person who had rescued him, who had shown him what love
was truly like had come to him again. He knew they knew the truth. He'd been
used again but like before, even though he had initiated intimacy this time,
they hadn't shrunk back from him and their crimson eyes had reflected only soft
tenderness... Love...
"Who are you?"
::He is Voldemort.::
Harry shook his head again. That wasn't possible.
::Remember the letter.::
That was Voldemort's way of making me lower my guard.
::That was a Dark Lord's courting. As is the torture of those Muggles.::
No... That is the Dark Lord being perverse. If he can't hurt me then he
won't allow anyone else to. And he knows that that isn't what I wanted. Somehow
Voldemort found out what the other promised and he knows it will hurt us both
to carry it out this way.
::Perhaps... But are you really unhappy about the Muggles? Does your scar
hurt?::
With the words came a flash of vision and Harry knew it came from the Dark Lord's
stronghold. It appeared Voldemort had tired of having the Muggles rape each
other and was now using more conventional means of torture. It was poetic
justice perhaps but there were several Muggle torture devices spaced throughout
the room and each was occupied. He recognised the rack and various other
smaller devises like thumbscrews, saws, pincers, pokers and there were several
Muggles impaled on hooks. It appeared the Dark Lord didn't consider them good
enough to waste his magic on.
The vision faded after an instant and Harry was left with the smell of blood
and the echoing screams of the Muggles ringing in his ears.
But his scar didn't hurt. Despite the burning eyes that had been watching
the torture his scar didn't hurt.
That's not the point. It's not Voldemort.
::It is the Dark Lord. Who else do you know has red eyes?::
Harry was silent to that but internally he was examining his connection to
the Red presence. "I don't know who you are," he murmured eventually,
"But I..."
He paused... Was it possible to love someone he didn't know? Was it possible
to love someone he'd met only twice and even then had barely spoken two words
to? He'd slept with them twice but did that really count?
"I... I'm not sure yet..." Harry closed his eyes. Unlike the bond
with Ginny he couldn't shut it off completely but he felt he couldn't return
the emotions they were sending towards him. Not completely. "I have to
know you first," he whispered, somehow knowing that his red-eyed lover
would hear the words.
After a moment the feeling he got from them showed understanding and it held
the promise that in time he would know everything about the person who was so
far unknown.
::Oh... So you have time to wait?::
"What do you mean?"
::Danger is coming. It is approaching silently but it is coming. You don't
have that much time.::
"What do you mean?"
::Your bond mate is in danger.::
"The war?"
::Rebellion.::
"Rebellion?" Harry questioned but the voice was silent.
After a moment he sighed as he sat up. He'd been lying here too long. No
matter what had happened to him, he had to continue.

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Voldemort paused in his dictation as he felt Harry awaken before he frowned.
The boy was hiding things... The knowledge of who had hurt him this time was
quickly shoved aside, hidden deeply... Deeper even than the bond.
And then a moment later the Dark Lord felt the boy begin to examine the
bonds. He smiled, pleased as he felt his mate shut out the girl. "Good,
Harry," he murmured. "She serves you not the other way."
Then he felt Harry look towards his presence. For an instant his love was
returned before the boys more rational side took over and the feeling became
one still of affection but tempered by the desire for knowledge. Harry was
prepared to love him but he was not prepared to love the unknown, not
completely anyway, not without reserve. But once he knew, once he understood,
he would love without limit and together they would be invincible.
After a moment he sent Harry a small pulse of assurance saying without words
that he would wait for Harry to accept him before he turned back to his letter,
gently stroking the huge eagle hawk that would deliver it.
When he finished, he ran red eyes over the black parchment before folding it
carefully and sealing it magically. The bird on his shoulder held out one leg
for the letter and the Dark Lord tied it on securely before handing the bird a
small package. "Take this as well," he instructed before walking to
the window and after the bird jumped to his forearm he threw it into the air,
watching as it flew away into the darkness.
"I will wait for you Harry," he whispered softly to himself before
turning back to the red masked Death Eaters who were waiting to report on the
progress of the war.

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Harry sat in Dumbledore's Office. He knew why he was here, just as he knew
the Headmaster was not going to be happy with his response. He didn't want to
protect them... He really didn't want to but in effect that's what he was going
to do but it would be for the best.
"Harry..." Dumbledore began softly as Fawkes trilled comfortingly.
The Phoenix was sitting beside him and Harry was absently stroking his soft
plumage. "You must tell me what happened. I realise it will be difficult
but I can't do anything against them until you tell us exactly what
happened."
Green eyes looked at the Headmaster. He didn't gulp, he didn't sigh and he
didn't cry. His voice was sure as he spoke. "I can't."
"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed. "You must."
"I can't," he repeated flatly.
"Sirius, please be calm," Dumbledore said. "Harry, you must
understand, this isn't like with Heprah. You are blocking your mind and they
magically cleaned the room so we can't recall the past. It's down to you Harry.
You have to tell us, then all the truth charms and potions can come into
play."
"I know," Harry agreed easily. "But I can't."
"Why?"
"Where is Heprah right now?"
Dumbledore frowned. "He's in Azkaban, or his soulless body has been
moved to St Mungos."
Harry nodded, not believing a word of it. He knew it wasn't true even if he
hadn't seen the wizard in his visions. "Where are the Muggles?"
"Harry, that's not the point here," Sirius objected.
"That is the point. Where are the Muggles?"
Albus nodded understanding what Harry was asking. "I don't know."
"Well I do," Harry said. "He's got them. He's got all of them
and I get to see every night what he considers appropriate punishment for those
who hurt me."
"What! How long has he had them?"
"Since before it happened. Or maybe, just when it happened. I'm not
sure." Harry looked up at Dumbledore, letting the Headmaster see into his
eyes, knowing that the man would see the truth. "So I can't tell you. Not
unless you want them to end up like the Muggles, except he'd go slower because
I consciously remember this time. Do you really want that to happen? You can't
stop Voldemort, Headmaster. You won't be able to prevent him and you know
it."
"Harry..." Sirius began weakly.
"Do you really want Voldemort to get them?" He repeated.
Sirius just shook his head.
"I will tell you everything when it is safe to do so," Harry said
as he rose. "I can't tell you any sooner." As he said that walked
through the door and began descending the steps back to the school proper.
::Master..?::
::I know,:: Harry responded silently. ::You guys wouldn't have let Voldemort
get them, I know.::
::Good,:: the shadows purred. ::We have plans.::
::Oh?::
::Master, when you are ready we will tell you. Until then they can wonder
but we can assure you Master, we will do the Dark Lord proud.::
Harry said nothing to that but continued down the hall with a slight smile
on his face. Despite everything that had happened he just felt that it would be
okay.
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