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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297666 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 28

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Sitting up in the normal place he met Draco just before Prefect rounds, Harry was chain smoking, after casting the normal privacy wards around him in case someone took it upon themselves to follow him. For once, he had actually beaten the blonde there. That was only because he was completely and totally fed up with sitting in the Gryffindor common room listening to everyone's bitching. Though bitching seemed to be what everyone did best anymore, tonight it was worse than ever. The issue? Umbridge.

She had, over the last few days, sat in on History of Magic and Divination. As anyone could expect from the way both of those classes were instructed, the hammer had fallen, with both Binns and Trelawney being ousted as teachers. Binns, he wasn't sure what had gone on with the ghost but, as anyone who had attended Divination would expect, the bint Trelawney hadn't gone quietly, causing a huge ruckus in the courtyard. In the end, though ousted as a teacher, she was still living at Hogwarts as Dumbledore had stepped in. With the meaningful looks that passed between McGonagall and Dumbledore, Harry assumed it had to do with that stupid prophecy he was trying to pass off as real. Really, he had wanted to sneer at that though he made sure he kept a poker face so that no one suspected anything. Worse yet? Dumbledore had made a huge production about the stupid woman staying, having McGonagall escort her back to her rooms. He had, frankly, wanted to throw up at that. Though he couldn't prove it, he was certain the huge production was done for his benefit since he was sure the old goat had glanced around to ensure that he was there to see it. It was his opinion that he wanted him to see how important that dumb prophecy was. That fed into his thinking that the old coot was cooking up something big for that prophecy and he was going to be drawn into it as a way to force a confrontation with Tom.

After all that, it was total chaos in most of the houses, especially the den of the lions. They seemed to take both firings, though they were among the first to bitch about how bad the professors were, as a personal affront. It was as though the ministry wasn't doing this for the betterment of the school, but as a way to sabotage things. That had, honestly, made him want to scream then hex people. Dinner time had been bad, with all the houses, but the snakes, in an uproar over it. For Gryffindor, and he was sure the others, the displeasure over ministry interference had continued on into the common room long after the evening meal ended. Though he couldn't prove it, he was sure that someone was behind this whole atmosphere of almost mutiny. Dumbledore, of course, came to mind. Had he implanted the suggestion into someones head, or more than one person to cause havoc? Harry wouldn't put it past the coot do that, making him look like a put-upon being that the ministry was forcing to do something that he didn't want to. Giving a snort at that thought, he pulled another cigarette out of his pack, lit it with the one he already had then tossed the finished one aside.

Though he had stayed out of the whole mess as much as he could, he had, very quickly, becoming fed up with it when so many seemed to look to him to do, or say, something about it. They had been less than pleased when he had said, as far as he was concerned, that though Umbridge was a horrid woman, what she was doing was for the best. He then went on to point out just how bad the two teachers were and how they had learned nothing from either of them. Of course, Trelawney's fan club had argued that bit up, down and sideways but the others seemed to not want to meet his eyes when Binns was mentioned. After all, it was a well known tradition that the only thing Binns class was good for was taking a nap in! Then he had pointed out that history was an important topic that they all should know and not just about the goblin wars, but the real history behind so much. However, they weren't getting that with the ghost. Though there were some looks, it seems that the whole house was more interested in bitching about Umbridge, and what she was doing, rather than the good they all were going to get out of the changes. He had gotten so fed up that he had left, telling Hermione, as he did, he would meet her on rounds then went to find a cigarette and get some time away from the stupidity.

He had been alone for a good half an hour before Draco finally showed. Though the blonde looked startled to see him there that early, he said nothing, shrugging then seating himself before lighting up his own fag. Leaning back as he blew out the first lung full of smoke, he said, shortly, “Rough night in the den of the lions?”

Snorting, Harry shook his head then replied, sardonically, “You have no idea. It was get out of there or hex someone.” Leaning back and putting his feet on the edge of the bench they were on, he said after a long, drawn out sigh, “This is bullshit. I could swear that someone, somewhere, is stirring the pot over this. I mean, all of us have bitched about those two teachers forever but, when someone actually comes in and does something about them, then, suddenly, everyone is up in arms over it! I mean, really, some of Trelawney's fans I get, but over Binns? No chance! I don't get it!”

Snorting, Draco exhaled perfect smoke rings then said, tone dry, “Yeah, that stupid Divination crap and Trelawney has her fans in Slytherin as well so I can at least get that chunk among those that are members of her cult. But I agree about Binns. He was worthless. Even father said he was during his time. So, I agree, someone has to be stirring something up somewhere to cause this kind of uproar.” Casting Harry an askance glance, he asked, “Any idea who it might be? I'm sure you have a theory on it.”

Sneering, Harry rolled his eyes, “Who do you think! At least that's who I think it is but I can't prove it or be sure.”

Sneering right back, Draco shook his head. “Yeah, I wouldn't put it past that old fool to get the whole student body in an uproar over something they shouldn't be. It would just take one suggestion to the right person and it spreads like fiendfyre.”

“Exactly,” Harry nodded. Then, quietly, not elaborating, he added, “I think he's up to a bit more than that but can't prove it. Like you said though, I wouldn't put any of this past him.”

Settling back into a more comfortable position, Draco asked, curious, “Why would he want to keep Trelawney in the castle though? The old fraud isn't in any danger, is she? She doesn't know anything that could be worth something to the Dark Lord. And it isn't like she's real. Hell, I doubt she's made any real predictions! Only damn thing she's good at is predicting someones death each year, something that never comes true.” Smirking, he added, “And predicting yours on a regular basis. Since you're still here, I don't have faith in her.”

“Actually, she's not a fake. She's made a couple real prophecies, one of which I heard,” Harry told him quietly.

Doing a double-take, the younger Malfoy looked at him, mouth hanging open. “From all I've heard about her classes, she's nothing but a fraud. But she's made a real one? Really? I thought she was just another shyster passing herself off as one to gain groupies among the teens.”

“Her's are few and far in between but they are real, the two anyway. One was about Wormtail and I heard it. It was real. The other... well, there is a real version of it but the bit Dumbledore let someone overhear wasn't. It was just another of his manipulations to get things to go his way.”

“Well, you learn something new every day, don't you?” Draco snickered, shaking his head. “You think it's a setup then? Part of some kind of plan of his?”

Nodding, Harry was about to answer when he was hit with a pain in his scar so bad that it doubled him over and made it so it was hard to breathe, causing him to tumble off the bench and land on his knees. Along with the pain, he started getting visions with a reddish haze that seemed to surround them. Though he could hear Draco, his voice sounding somewhat panicked, calling to him, asking what was wrong, he was, instead, focused on the vision that seemed to be playing out in his mind's eye.

Though it was hazy, thanks to that red that seemed to be surrounding things, he could see the 'vision' clearly enough. What it showed was a door that the wording was backwards on. Though it wasn't the right way, he could easily decipher it. It read Hall of Prophecy. He could also see a massive snake that seemed to be coiled there, as though waiting, hissing to itself. As he was a parseltongue, he could understand it. From what he could tell, however, it wasn't saying much, just things like 'must get it', 'master needs the prophecy' and similar things. That continued on for another minute or so then the whole thing abruptly cut off, leaving him panting in pain, blood dripping down from his now swollen and sore scar.

Still in pain, his mind immediately began to sort through what he had just seen. In the past, when his scar burned, it was because of something with Tom. But, this time, that didn't feel like it was the case. No, this didn't feel 'right' for lack of a better word and there was that red haze around it. Quickly, the snake the vision came to mind. From the look of it, at first glance, one would think that was Nagini but that didn't feel right to him. Tom wouldn't send her off to do anything like that because of what she contained. That would mean that she was in danger, something he wasn't about to risk at this point. No, there was something wrong with the whole thing. What that was, though, he didn't know.

He was finally pulled back to reality by Draco's voice and a hand on his shoulder. For the first time since he had known the blonde, there was a real edge of panic and worry to his voice as he tried to get his attention. Shaking his head, he tried to get to his feet then sit back down but couldn't quite manage it as the pain in his head rocked him, making him nauseous. Taking great gulps of air so that he didn't lose his supper, he panted heavily, screwing his eyes tightly shut.

Shaken badly, Draco knelt down by Harry and put a hand on his back. Not sure what was causing the obvious pain on his new friend's face, he wasn't sure where to touch him. “Harry? Mate? What's going on? Do you need me to get someone? What happened?”

Sucking in great gulps of air to keep his dinner in place, Harry managed to stammer out, “I need to get out of here.” Though he wasn't sure about including Draco in this, with as much pain as he was in, he was going to need help. Glancing at the younger Malfoy, he said, “I need your word that you will say nothing about what I'm going to show you.”

“Of course,” Draco nodded vigorously, seriously worried.

Grabbing his bag he always carried, Harry managed to extract the Marauder’s Map and his cloak from it. Giving Draco the map, he told him how to activate it then said, “I need to get to one of the hidden passages to get out. Right now, I don't think I can make it on my own, so I'm going to need your help. Just lead me there and keep an eye out for my name showing up twice so I know I can get out of here.”

Nodding, looking at the map and cloak with awe, Draco, did as he was told, helping Harry to stand and draping the silvery material over him so he couldn't be seen. After collecting the bag and ensuring it was with his friend over the cloak, he started to lead him towards the nearest passage, the one that lead into Hogsmeade.

Trying to look inconspicuous to anyone that he passed, Draco could feel Harry leaning heavily on him, as though he was still in serious pain from what had happened. Checking the map to make sure that no one was near them, he muttered, “What happened, Potter? Are you sure that you don't need to go to the hospital wing instead?”

“Vision,” Harry managed to get out through gritted teeth. “But there's something wrong with it. No, I need to get to... the Dark Lord. He'll manage to get it sorted out for me. I don't want to do anything until I hear what he has to say about it.”

Nodding, thinking that was probably a wise thing since Harry's visions or problems with his scar usually had something to do with the Dark Lord.

Though it was a slow go and Draco wanted to ask a multitude of questions about what Potter had seen, but didn't, they finally reached the statue. By that point, Harry was at least able to pretty much walk upright without leaning on him.

After getting the thing open and retrieving the map from Draco, a still very green around the gills Harry, managed to nod to the blonde and tell him thanks. Though, honestly, he wasn't looking forward to the Portkey trip. He was sure that it wasn't going to help his upset stomach in the least. It was, however, better than the prospect of Apparating. First, there was no way he would make it outside without help to do so and, second, he was sure that he would toss his cookies if he tried. No, this was better. Once he had his bag shouldered and his cloak tucked away, Harry nodded to Draco, “Thanks.”

“No problem, Harry. You need me to wait around for you to show back up?” The blonde asked, still concerned by Potters appearance and how ill he looked. For the first time, he noticed that there seemed to be a few drops of blood oozing from the scar he was famous for. Brow furrowing, he wanted to say something else but wasn't sure what.

Giving his head a weary shake, Harry winced when the action caused him more pain then said, “No, don't bother. If I need you when I show back up, I'll find you. Just... I don't know, if you see Hermione, do something to distract her. She'll be asking all kinds of questions when she can't find me.”

Mission handed to him, Draco nodded firmly, “Will do! I'll think up something.” Then, almost as an afterthought, he asked, “You will tell me what happened when you figure it out, yeah?”

Fighting the urge to nod, Harry answered, “Will do. But gotta figure it out first.” With that, he held out the map and shut the statue after a brief wave then made his way down the passage to the place where the castles wards ended. Standing there, he waited until he saw the dot of himself appear before he pulled up his sleeve and activated the Portkey.

Landing at the Abbey, Harry immediately went to his knees and what he had for dinner made a return appearance. Though he couldn't stop it, he managed to think quickly enough to get the glamour ring on so that anyone who might come across him wouldn't see his true appearance. Despite that, he just couldn't seem to stop and stayed there, crouched, overwhelmed by the nausea and dizziness that came along with it. He was still in that position when Tom finally found him.

From Tom's experience with Harry, he knew the young man was usually pretty prompt in showing back up after he vanished back to Hogwarts. All he did was wait for his past self to leave and he popped back up. Well, he had felt Harry's presence leave but he hadn't shown back up. After about 10 minutes of waiting, he was seriously concerned so he went to look for him, wondering what could have happened. When it came to time turner use, many things could go wrong, he knew that. Harry, though, was particularly careful about such things and there hadn't been an incident over it to date but that didn't mean that it couldn't happen.

That thought in mind, and all the horror stories of problems that had come about with time turner use, Tom hurried down to the place Harry always came in. When he stepped in, he immediately crouched down by the still ill young man and put a hand on his back. After a glance around to ensure that there was no one close, though he was certain no one was in the Abbey but the house elves, Wormtail and Barty, then he asked, “Harry? What happened?”

Gulping in great lungfuls of air to help abate what nausea remained, hoping like hell that he was done throwing up, he said shortly, “Vision.”

Brow furrowed, Tom looked at him then said, “That makes no sense!”

“I know,” Harry gulped, finally wiping his streaming eyes, before attempting to stand.

Slipping an arm around the young man, Tom helped him stand then vanished the evidence of the nausea before helping him towards the wing that they occupied. He was going to wait to hear what Harry had to say until they were alone and he was certain that no one was around that might, accidentally, overhear. Really, though, it made no sense. The only 'visions' Harry ever had had to do with the horcrux. Glancing at his lover, concerned, he noticed how inflamed his scar was and that there was some bleeding from it. That, more than anything, told him something serious was up. It was also readily apparent that he was still in pain though seemed to be over the nausea associated with it.

After getting him to their bedroom, Tom quickly transformed back then, quickly, went to get him something for the pain and nausea. Once Harry settled back on the bed, Tom, showing more gentleness than anyone would ever expect from him, wiped the blood from his face then put a cold cloth over the scar to help with some of the soreness. Sitting back, he looked at the young man then said, “Alright, tell me what happened.”

Nodding, brow puckered, Harry ordered his thoughts then gave Tom a very detailed rundown of what happened leading up to it, the vision and everything he felt during it then the reaction to it. Then, while Tom was thinking that over, he added all the things that had gone on that day, wondering if they might not be connected with something like that coming out of the blue.

Sitting there, listening to everything, Tom nodded then stood, saying, “I'll be right back.”

Looking at the door his lover exited from, Harry wondered what he could be up to. But when he saw him come back in a few minutes later with the pensive, he nodded, understanding. Grabbing his cypress wand, he quickly extracted the memory of the vision and a couple other things then dropped it into the liquid before leaning back and waiting while Tom looked through things.

When he pulled his head back and Harry retrieved his memories, the older man sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor, obviously deep in thought. It took a few minutes for him to say, “The vision has to be fake. Someone apparently tried to make it look as though it was me doing it. Or at least Nagini was there at my behest.” Glancing at Harry, he continued, “I think what you said about the old man trying to throw us together might be what this is about.”

Nodding gingerly, Harry sighed, “It makes sense. Especially after the big production about Trelawney staying in the castle today. But how did he... I don't know, implant, give, whatever, the vision? I mean, I don't get that. Sure, I got them from you here and there, still do, but that's different. Nor were they ever accompanied by that kind of intense pain or with the red haze to them. Only exception was not long ago but, even then, the pain wasn't like it was tonight.”

Sighing, Tom shook his head. “There are many kinds of magic, Harry. And I don't know what the old coot knows. He may well have figured out how to implant something like this and is using it to his advantage but I don't know how he's doing it. I do suspect, as you do, that it's him. It also leaves us in a very precarious position.”

“How so?” Harry inquired, looking puzzled. “My Occlumency should be able to prevent it. It can block something like this, can't it? I certainly don't want to go through that again!”

“I understand, Harry. But I think you're going to have to for the time being,” Tom told him, looking contrite. “For now, you need to let the visions happen and, when you go back, tell Dumbledore or someone that you had one. If this is one of his setups, something I'm sure it is, he's going to get highly suspicious if you don't say something to someone.”

Though looking disgruntled at the prospect of having to put up with such pain for however long it happened as well as going to the old goat, Harry nodded then sighed. “This is going to suck.”

Smirking slightly, Tom nodded, “I agree. But, for another part of it, we need to figure out what these visions are leading to. Yes, it's probably that prophecy but I want to see what the old fool does with this to prepare. Along with that, we need to move our plans forward slightly.” Seeing Harry's confused look at that, Tom just gave him one of those evil grins of his. “By Yule, I plan for you to be emancipated.”

Huge grin spreading over Harry's face, he asked, “And how do you plan to do that? You know Dumbledore is going to do everything in his power to keep me with the Dursleys even though those damned blood wards are gone.”

“It's going to be very hard to send you back to a house that was burned to the ground and to a family that won't let you stay,” Tom told him casually, grin growing. “Tomorrow, in preparation, I will have Lucius gather the necessary forms and we'll set things in motion. You will, probably, have to use some of the goodwill you've built up with Fudge to keep Dumbledore from putting his nose into it but I don't think that will, in the end, be a problem. This will be something... delicate that only a few of our most trusted will take part in though,” he added almost as an afterthought.

“Oh, I will be there! As Evan, of course,” Harry told him, that grin growing.

“But, of course,” Tom told him. “I believe I'll let you do most of it. It will be something cathartic, I think.”

Settling back, unable to wipe that grin off his face, Harry nodded enthusiastically, “It will be!” Settling down slightly, he then asked, “When are you planning on this? Yule is still a ways off.”

“I think with these visions, that we might have to proceed quickly. We'll see what we can come up with tomorrow and work from there.” Sobering up, Tom shot his young lover a serious look. “For now, though, let's rest. After having your head invaded, you need it.”

Giving a tired sigh, feeling himself relax, Harry just nodded. Sliding out of bed, he went to change and wash his face.
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