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Weapon (Possession Chapter LXXX)

Chapter XXIX - Immortality... Of a Sort

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Dumbledore sat looking out at the fields of Hogwarts. It was a beautiful
day and it seemed a waste to be inside but for the moment he had work to do.
Still a few minutes off, just enjoying the scenery wouldn't hurt.
The fields were green, running back in the beautiful rich colour brilliantly
bright all the way to the Forbidden
Forest although even it
seemed brighter today, a rich dark velvet green as
opposed to its usual black. The shadow of mountains loomed in the distance,
connected the ground a sky that was shocking in its intensity. These were the
days he lived for. Peaceful, beautiful and calm.
Fawkes trilled at him from the window sill. The
phoenix had been flying, enjoying the day and the wizard couldn't help a small
ping of jealousy. Albus knew it was a fallacy but it would be nice to be able
to fly away.
₤ You never just fly if you are a phoenix,
₤ Fawkes said indignantly.
₤ I know, I know, ₤ Dumbledore said easily, stroking the
bird's fire plumage. ₤ Is everything all
right? ₤
₤ Not yet. After his Coming of Age
ceremony I will be able to determine the situation more accurately. ₤
₤ Problems? ₤ Dumbledore
frowned. In his interactions with Harry the boy had seemed fine.
₤ He had a nightmare, ₤ Fawkes
cooed sadly. ₤ He was trapped and they were all around him and he
couldn't get away. ₤
₤ Ah, ₤ Dumbledore nodded. ₤ What
brought him out of it? ₤
Fawkes frowned mentally. ₤ The link with the Dark Lord, ₤ the phoenix said
finally.
₤ You don't think that..? ₤ The
Headmaster trailed off, uncertain how to phrase the question.
Fawkes shook his head,
his magnificent plumage throwing off sparks of light. ₤ No, I know.
The Dark Lord was not conscious of his actions and Harry has not and cannot be
consciously controlled through the link but it does concern me that it is, at
least partially two way. I don't like the though that
Riddle could reach the Order through Harry, especially with his stunt during
the duel. ₤
Albus stroked his beard as he thought. Harry's mental capacity and ability
to use the Order's telepathic mental link during the duel had been impressive,
even if some what surprising. Personally speaking, he had been thankful that it
was Harry who had pinpointed the weakness and exploited it in mock combat
rather than anyone else. He hesitated to think what could have happened if Tom
or one of his loyalists had done it. Theoretically it was impossible for anyone
not connected to the Order already but as galling as it was Tom had a history
of the impossible and could devote a lot of skill to a problem like that so a
few hours of intense work by Fawkes now was better
than finding out the hard way. The precision of the mental attack had been
impressive and Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder if that was self gained
knowledge of if Harry had acted on Tom's theoretical knowledge of mental links.
Either way with the link between Harry and the Dark Lord the way it was, they
were going to have to take more precautions. Harry had said he could some times
see Tom but the last think they needed was for Tom to be able to see him.
"We'll just have to add mental discipline, occlumency
to his studies," the ancient wizard said finally as a whoop echoed up from
below.
Dumbledore smiled as Harry flew at almost break neck speed over the ground.
His robes whipped around him and he seemed to move with an almost liquid grace
as he pulled his broom through manoeuvres which would make most professional quidditch players jealous. It was good to see that such
simple things could still give Harry pleasure.
₤ Weapons training as well, ₤ Fawkes
noted, one fire red eye following a breath taking dive critically. The fire
bird didn't even notice the way his wings twitched involuntarily.
₤ Yes... How did Tom pull Harry out of his nightmare? ₤
₤ Nothing so formal, ₤ the phoenix said. ₤ He
probably felt discomfort in his mind and moved to get rid of it. I doubt he
even knew he was in contact with Harry but I will still take the appropriate
precautions. If it was just the nightmare I wouldn't be concerned but there was
an incident. ₤ Fire eyes looked towards the Headmaster seriously and
Albus pulled his attention from Harry who currently looked like he was dancing
in the air.
"Harry never mentioned anything," Dumbledore said aloud.
₤ There wasn't much to mention but it is
something to be aware of. Blaise confronted Harry
during their OWLs. ₤
The ancient wizard gasped, twinkling blue eyes becoming frosty at the
thought. "Mr Zabini didn't try anything?"
₤ No, it was more an exchange of words, blustery teenage posturing.
But Blaise promised that Harry would neve be forgiven
for fighting the inevitable. ₤
Dumbledore sighed. The followers of the Dark were so predictable, even those
who were outcast. "What did Harry say?"
₤ He laughed and said that as long as he was true to his soul then
no matter what happened there was nothing to forgive and that was why even though
he understood, he would still fight, would kill because anything less would be
abandoning his path. ₤
The Headmaster nodded, pinching his lower lip lightly with one hand as he
considered the situation. "How did Mr Zabini
take that?"
Fawkes seemed to laugh. ₤ He didn't
understand. ₤
"Did Harry explain?"
₤ Yes. He said that there had been
very few in the war who had been true to their
desires. A handful; Voldemort, you, Lucius
and precious few others. For them, no matter how there actions are construed,
there is honesty because they had at least attempted exactly what they said
they would do, regardless of the consequences and so others who have less
fortitude should not dare to imply that there is anything to forgive because it
is them who have not had the strength of their convictions. And so, no matter
what happens he does not hate but he will fight for his own path... That's
essentially what he said, ₤ Fawkes noted as
he fell silent.
Dumbledore blinked as he considered the implications. A slow smile spread
over his face and he looked back at Harry who was now weaving through the quidditch hoops. It appeared he had matured much more than
the Headmaster had thought to understand that right or wrong, everyone followed
their own path and all it really took to be strong was not to waver along the
way. "Interesting," he said finally, "very interesting."
₤ Indeed, ₤ Fawkes agreed. ₤
He will be truly formidable once his power stabilises. ₤
"I was not expecting such maturity for years," Albus murmured.
"And while it would have pained me if Harry had killed Tom in anger, in
hate, I was prepared for that, to help him work though the invariable problems
but if Harry has already progressed past hatred... then he will become so much
more than a mere weapon."
Fawkes nodded. ₤ He's not completely
there yet, but soon... He is progressing. ₤
"Good," Dumbledore sighed, turning away from the window towards
his paperwork. "As soon as Harry recovers from his Coming of Age Ceremony
we will have to retest his limits but I think, with training, we can have Harry
ready by the end of summer. That should keep the Ministry happy and we can
announce his status with his OWL results. That should serve to confirm that he
is worthy."
₤ We should probably release Elliot's
article then or maybe to another strike with the vampires to fully instil
confidence. ₤
"Yes, that would work," Dumbledore agreed. "A new warrior, a
decisive victory and that article will be nothing more than a desperate
publicity stunt. The public need not fear."
Fawkes trilled and Albus was comforted by the song
as he sat behind his desk. The road was still long but the end was in sight.
The light would rule the dark... He would see that happen.
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Ollivander looked up as the bell chimed indicating
a customer had entered his store. A small frown graced his features as he
realised he hadn't heard of couldn't feel his customer, which either meant they
were very skilled or very weak. With what was happening in the wizarding world he expected it to be the former. With a
sigh he rose, placing the small file back on the bench as he walked between the
stacks of wand boxes towards the front of his store.
"Ah, I should have been expecting you," the silver eyed man
murmured as he saw who his customer was.
Ruby eyes glittered from under a deep cowl. The robes were simple but the
fabric was of a very high quality but they wouldn't have attracted attention in
the bustle of Diagon Alley and that had obviously
been the intent. Most wizards would have seen nothing more than a fellow who
was prosperous.
"You do not object?"
"It is not my place to object," Ollivander
said, motioning the Dark Lord further into his store before ushering the
serpentine man through the stacked wands into the work room.
Snake eyes flickered over everything, lingering briefly on the shadow in the
corner before Voldemort entered the room. Ollivander
was not offended. He knew his guest... well, that might be too familiar but Ollivander knew the minds of Dark Lords. It was his job to
know.
"But will you allow it?"
The wand maker couldn't help but smile slightly. Mr Riddle had always seen
that the answer to one question was not necessarily the answer to all other
questions and was prepared to ask the pointed ones. "Ah... that is a
different matter."
The Dark Lord just looked at him, waiting for him to clarify.
"I will of course expect that you are not found, and if you are, you
will retreat rather than fight. I will not have my store become a battle
ground," there was a hint of steel in his voice. The restriction was
imposed not because he was afraid for his personal safety, rather he wasn't
sure how Harry would react, and it was not something he wanted to see.
"Of course," came the hiss with a small
nod.
"Then you may stay, although I must warn you, it will not be what you
expect."
"He is my mate, I doubt it will be
ordinary."
"No, not ordinary," Ollivander objected.
"It will, even for you, be dangerous. There is so much power there and it
will not bow to anyone. It will recognise you so it may not attack but if it
senses even a hint of danger it will strike and danger may include non
submission. It's different for each individual."
"You speak as if Harry cannot control his own power."
Ollivander shrugged. "He will be in absolute
control... When you came of age, Mr Riddle you were not awoken to the power of Slytherin. Your power did not have its own consciousness,
so to speak. Mr Potter will not only be controlling his personal power, but
also the power of Gryffindor and so it will be different for him. I'm not sure
how but I know it will be different," Ollivander
trailed off.
The human Coming of Age ceremony was not something which made a lot of sense
to him. It was different for each wizard or witch and not all of them required seclusion.
It was not really a ceremony per sae but it was a time when the individuals
power wanted their complete attention and would not settle for anything less.
That being said, for someone of Mr Potter's ability, coming between him and his
power was not really a good idea, not even for someone of near equal ability,
at any time, let alone when it wanted its masters
attention. Ollivander finally shook his head. The
ceremony, such as it was, made sense when dealing with people like Harry, it
just did not make sense for many lesser wizards or witches. In fact most of
them slept through it.
There were times when he understood humans, truly understood every petty
thought and noble deed but then they would have contradictions such as this and
he was forced to question himself. It didn't happen too often but it was
frequent enough that he was aware of it. Regardless though he
was one of the few tenshi who understood at all.
The Watcher.
The Dark Lord regarded the protracted silence calmly, blood red eyes flat but
patient before the wizard sensed something and nodded. "I will be
careful," Voldemort murmured, not truly fully understanding the wand maker
but wise enough to humour him. "And in the end it will be Harry's
choice."
Silver eyes flicked to the shadow in the corner as it seemed to laugh but as
the Dark Lord shown no reaction after a moment Ollivander
shrugged. Either he was imagining it or they shadows would teach Voldemort what
they wanted him to know when they felt it was time.
"They won't be here for a few hours yet," the wand maker said.
"Do you have other business, or would you prefer to stay?"
"I will stay," Voldemort said as he settled in the position Ollivander had motioned him to earlier, half closing his
eyes as he took on an attitude of rest.
The wand maker nodded moving back to his workbench, picking up his file and
turning towards the oak he had been moulding. "Xeloc
finally explained things to me," he said softly and wasn't surprised to
see the Dark Lord shift at the name. "He was wondering how Xatarass was."
Voldemort smiled. "I should have known that eventually you would have
found out, although this is recent. Xatarass is well.
He is inordinately proud of his great₤grand
child."
"I only determined it because Xeloc
asked," Ollivander assured him. "Although you have probably achieved immortality in a number
of ways besides. It's not an area that lends itself to experimentation. Xeloc had been speaking with Xentor
and neither of them have seen or heard from Xir for a
while. They were wondering if he was with you?"
Ruby eyes opened wide and Ollivander sensed the
change as Xatarass came to the fore. It was more than
just the physical change of mottled skin, sharp fangs and the acrid tang of
poison in the air, it was also the aura that the Dark Lord manifested and the
wand maker knew he was only seeing it because he was so studiedly neutral and
all information was confidential. The man may have doubted but the Serpent
within knew who and what could be trusted with such information and now with Xatarass awake, Voldemort was truly the Serpent Lord. "Trouble?" Even his voice was more sibilant.
"They are not sure," Ollivander said as
he filed the wood, his mind thinking about the core for the wand. "But
neither of them want another Xeau."
Xatarass hissed.
Dumbledore had killed Xeau during the war with Grindlewald. The basilisk had been relaying the message
that the serpent line founded by Ximir ₤ Slytherin's Basilisk ₤ would not support that Dark
Lord. Xeau had simply been in the wrong place at the
wrong time and had no intention of fighting but Fawkes...
It had not been a good day for those of Ximir's
line and Xatarass had vowed vengeance for the death
of his brother and the whole line was devoted to seeing Fawkes
die. The serpents were patient enough that they would wait for Dumbledore's
death but the phoenix... Basilisks were almost immortal the same as the
phoenixes so the two were prepared for a battle that would potentially last
centuries.
It didn't concern Ollivander, he would remain
neutral but it would be interesting. Those beings who lived for centuries
developed relationships, or at least had passing contact with many other
immortals. So long as they all understood that there could come a day when they
may stand against each other, such acquaintances were beneficial. Of all the
immortals, most accepted the tenuous and flexible arrangement for what it was,
although amongst the more numerous or esoteric the relationship was not drawn
upon. The vampires for example almost never talked to the others. The wand
maker though, quite enjoyed speaking with those he could but while the rift
between the basilisk's and the phoenixes hadn't yet spilled over into the
relationships between the other immortals, it was only a matter of time. It
would be interesting to see who sided with who.
The basilisk line of Ximir was perhaps the most
integrated with the wizards but they kept themselves hidden from most.
Dumbledore hadn't known but Fawkes had no doubt
recognised the significance of the basilisk Xeau.
Xatarass hissed softly with a strange duality of
snake and man. "I will search for him. Has anyone heard from Xal, Xentor and Xuld?"
"Not that I know of," Ollivander shook
his head as he lay the file aside. The wood was
slightly too brittle but he had worked with worse before. He would just need to
be careful when picking a core for it. It would need to have extra flexibility
to account for the wood's lack of ability. "They are probably with Xir."
"I will make it a priority then," Voldemort said.
Ollivander looked up. It was still surprising to
see the basilisks care for others but in the case of mate or family they were
ruthlessly protective. "Who had children?" he asked changing the
subject. He had known that Xatarass had two
grandchildren ₤ Xentoth and Xar
but he had not heard of either of them mating.
"Xentoth has two children, Xeros and Xaos."
Ollivander nodded, picking up and then rejecting
some unicorn hair. It had come from a stallion that was too old and set in his
ways and would only enhance the fragility of the wood. "Both
recent?"
"Yes. Xeros is developing well," Xatarass said, "But Xaos has
exceeded all expectations." The basilisk gave a pleased hiss and the wand
maker could almost detect a smile
"Really? What has he done?" Ollivander asked, looking at the plume of a fwooper. The wand wouldn't be
powerful enough if he used that and he couldn't use a more powerful plume such
as one from a phoenix since the wood would not support such power.
Xatarass laughed, the
sound odd but pleased. "Ah... that would be telling. But I am looking
forward to the result. Xaos may, even though he is
the youngest, become the heir to Ximir."
The wand maker frowned, his silver eyes clouding. "I didn't think that
was possible unless he joined with one of Salazar's blood."
Ash from the remains of an ashwinder would be too
fragile as would crushed fire crab shell. "And I didn't think there was
anyone of Salazar's blood except your host, Xatarass."
"That's true but that's if you wish to be the Slytherin
Heir. Ximir joined with Salazar because of power, not
because of the serpent gift. Xaos may succeed us all
in power."
Ollivander's eyes opened wide... that would
mean...
"We are interested in power," Xatarass
hissed laughingly at the surprised reaction of the wand maker. "Salazar was
very powerful and his gift sealed the deal with Ximir.
My Lord Voldemort is similar but Xaos' host..."
Both snake and man smiled. "The arrangement there is something different.
He will never be the Serpent Lord. I have taken that position but there are
power positions of power."
"I did not think you would allow it," Ollivander
murmured, looking around his workshop for a suitable core. There was nothing
here that caught his attention, nothing felt right for the wood.
"Xaos asked himself and since there was a
very real possibility he would merge with or without my permission, it was best
to agree. It was also a part of the agreement so in the end I had no real
choice." Xatarass should have been upset but he
wasn't.
"Agreement?"
"Salazar once promised to protect Gryffindor so that he wouldn't have
to use his gift and as Ximir was bound by that, so
too are we bound but my host also made an agreement when we joined that he
would protect Ximir's line in exchange for my
immortality and our protection of his mate."
"Ah," Ollivander nodded, understanding,
although he was frowning at the wood. There was more with the agreement but it
wasn't his concern. "I was surprised when I heard you had joined with him,
given the situation and all."
Xatarass seemed to shrug, a novel gesture for a
serpent. "His body was made from the flesh of serpents and so it was a
natural progression."
The wand maker sensed Voldemort resume control midway through the sentence.
"It is an immortality of sort," the Dark Lord added, signalling that
that particular conversation was over. While Ollivander
had been neutral for centuries there was no need to tell him everything.
"Problems?" he asked in an effort to continue a conversation.
The silver eyed man smiled. It appeared that Voldemort had achieved his goal
of immortality although it was probably not exactly what he was looking for.
There were several ways for a mortal to achieve immortality. He knew about
them because he had watched for a long time; Philosophers Stone, Vampire Blood,
mergence or memory. And for most wizards immortality was in memory. The Dark
Lord hadn't wanted that, although he already had it, and in all likelihood he
had merged with Xatarass he had probably been the
closest to achieving another form of immortality. Reduction to spiritual form,
at the loss of body was not what he had been aiming for but it was immortality.
"Only a minor one," he said finally. "The wood is too brittle
for most cores."
"Ah," the Dark Lord blinked. "Oak," he murmured looking
over, "Loyal, steadfast, strong."
"Yes, but this wood is brittle so I need something flexible to balance
it."
"Use blood," Voldemort looked over at the vials.
"Nothing is truly suitable," Ollivander
said. "Dragon blood would shatter it, unicorn blood is good as an additive
but does not transmit enough power and most other creature's blood isn't
powerful enough. It would be a wand but it wouldn't be suitable for
anyone."
"Use the blood of the wizard who will use it then. That way it will be
as flexible as they are capable of and as powerful as the individual can
be."
"True but the wizard would have to be very powerful to draw the magic
through their own blood and the only wizards I know of that power level don't
need a new wand."
The Dark Lord laughed. "True, true," he conceded. "But
someone who is bound to us..." He trailed off. "Half fill it with
dragon blood, a bit from every time," he instructed suddenly, "and in
time I will bring the other half of the core to you."
Ollivander arched one eye brow. It was a
surprising statement but the Dark Lord seemed sure. "All right," he
agreed, laying the wood aside for later. "For the clarification of your
immortality and the conversation with Xatarass I
will."
Voldemort laughed his eyes flashing with the light of a basilisk. "It
is only one type of immortality," he said but feel silent as the bell
jingled again, signalling the arrival of new customers. Customers
who had distinctive and powerful auras.
"The back room," Ollivander said as he
rose and walked back into the main section of his shop.
"Albus," Voldemort heard the wand maker's voice echo as he moved
weaving illusions around himself. "It's been too long," Ollivander continued but the Dark Lord heard no more as the
door to the back room closed behind him.
Now all he had to do was wait.
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Snippet: Harry gritted his teeth as he fell to his knees, a wave of power
pulled from him, pinning the Dark Lord, who had been moving in response to his
pain, in place.
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