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Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the
characters, I own the plot. Also, if this is similar to any other fics, it was not intentional. As per usual, any original
characters, theories about magic and anything not already known to the HP world
is mine. I borrowed the concept of the Living Metal from Yuri Narushima�s Planet Ladder so no; I do not own that
concept.

A/N: Some of the Death Eaters might be a little
OOC but bear with me, this is AU and this wasn�t exactly my best chapter per
se. The one to really look forward to is 5.

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter III

Conversation

Conversation
has a kind of charm about it, an insinuating and insidious something that
elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.

-Seneca, Epistulae ad Lucilium

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London
England, GB

Thursday the 17^th of July
1997

1:40 PM

Harry
knocked on the door to Sirius�s small office on the second floor before walking
into the room. Sirius was sitting behind a desk looking at some papers while
Remus was scribbling furiously on a roll of parchment to the side of him as he
flipped through pages of a book.

�Hey
Harry, how were the meetings at the Ministry?� Sirius asked looking up from the
papers in front of him.

Harry
waved his hand. �Nothing of interest just Fudge fawning over me and Bones
talking about how her Department may be of use to me. Anyway, I�m going to Diagon Alley I have to pick up a whole new wardrobe the
wardrobe I have from Arcanum is more suited to a warmer climate than here. I
thought I�d just let you know before I take off, I�ll probably be shopping a
few hours but I�ll be back in time for dinner.�

�That�s
fine, let me Fire call Moody and then you can go ahead.� Sirius said as he got
up and moved over to the fireplace. After exchanging a few words with Moody,
Sirius told him to get a move on and Harry nodded before walking out of the
house and Apparating.

Harry
was unsurprised to see Kingsley and Tonks waiting to
make sure he had arrived safely. With a nod Harry continued on his way knowing
that they would have sent someone to trail him. As he made his way through the
crowd, he noticed some shady looking wizards trailing him and sighed, couldn�t
Voldemort find more subtle followers? Ignoring the admiring eyes that followed
him, Harry headed to Sartorial Splendor which was a very elegant clothing
store. When one of the attendants saw who had just walked into the store, he
practically bolted to the backroom bringing out both the owner and a very
famous Wizarding fashion designer. Harry was quickly ushered into a private
room by the owner, the designer and three attendants were at his beck and call
as they supplied him with a completely new wardrobe. Harry had been ushered
into a large back room where the more elite customers were served as they often
ordered completely new designs. Harry barely spared anyone a glance as he
disrobed without a comment and ignored the heated stares of appreciation and
the babbling praise from the fashion designer. The designer was frantically
sketching designs while he ordered the attendants to bring out various fabrics
and the owner just happily moved to and fro folding and packaging the items
that Harry had deigned to buy. Harry was just trying on a pair of extremely
tight fitting buckskin trousers when he heard one of the other attendants rush
into the room.

�Mr.
Faraday, Misters� Malfoy have just arrived, should I direct him to the
backroom?� A blonde woman with wildly curly hair asked.

The
owner glanced at Harry, obviously worried about having a well-known Dark
Supporter in the same room as the Savior of the Light. Before he could say
anything, Harry looked up from his struggles of trying to get into the pants.

�Oh
bring them in it�s not as if we�re going to start dueling here in your shop.�
Harry said as he finally managed to pull the pants on and zip them shut.

The
attendant stared at Harry for a few minutes before flushing crimson and leaving
to escort the Malfoys to the backroom. Harry ignored her and turned to the
mirror, examining his appearance. The buckskin trousers were extremely
comfortable, soft and he looked damned fine in them.

�Mmm, I like this.� Harry said as he ran his hand down his
hip and thigh, well aware of the small gasps of delight from behind him. �You
said these are weatherproof?�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sartorial Splendor

Diagon Alley, London UK

Thursday the 17^th of July
1997

Lucius
sighed as he and Draco walked into Sartorial Splendor, once the Dark Lord had
gotten word that Potter was in Diagon Alley, he had
sent Lucius off to investigate, a Monstro
(Showing) Charm cast on him. Draco had tagged along to alleviate anyone from
voicing their suspicions though they would all know why the two had come
shopping at this particular time. After waiting a while, the two blonds were
shown into the backroom. Potter was standing in front of a mirror wearing a
pair of buckskin trousers and asking one of the attendant�s questions.

�You
said these are weatherproof?� Potter asked, hand on his thigh.

One
of the female attendants flushed as she looked away from Potter�s arse. �Er, yes it�s weatherproof.�

�Fireproof?�
Harry asked as his hand ran back up his thigh to rest on his hip.

�Uh�yes, I think.�

Potter�s
voice dropped to a velvety croon. �You think? I won�t be happy should someone
be able to successfully cast a fire charm on my pants. I like things hot but I
don�t want to walk away singed.�

Lucius
blinked taken aback at how well skilled Potter was at reducing the woman into a
stuttering mess.

The
designer looked up from his sketch. �It�s weatherproof, fireproof, tear
resistant, stain resistant and charmed to fit any size, Mr. Potter.�

�Excellent,
I�ll take a dozen of these then in the same colors as my slacks.� Potter said
as he turned around, unzipping the trousers preparing to take them off again.

Their
eyes met across the room and Potter smiled in amusement, no doubt catching the
flare of lust in both Malfoys� eyes as he slowly peeled the buckskin trousers
off, careful not to displace his gold boxers. He bent down to pick up the
trousers and handed them over to one of the attendants who were all still
gazing into the mirror, marveling at the fine image Potter made while bending
over. Lucius woke out of his daze and followed one of the attendants over to
the opposite side of the room, Draco following dutifully behind him.

Harry
ignored the Malfoys after smirking at them and sent two of the attendants to
find him some jeans and khaki trousers as he turned to the designer.

�I
have a friend from the US
he�s from Texas
actually and he introduced me into the oddest style, if I could borrow your
sketchpad for a moment?� Harry asked.

The
designer handed it over and watched avidly as Harry drew him a picture of
chaps, the un-fringed kind suited more toward motorcyclists. When he finished
with the front view, Harry drew a view from the side and the back.

�Think
you can make that or adapt something to that? I�d like to have say a dozen each
made of dragonhide and leather.� Harry said eyeing
his sketch.

�It�s
quite fascinating; let me give it a few tries.� The designer said as he rushed
off to the other side of the room.

The
attendants came back with a pile of jeans which Harry was happy to try on, he
preferred jeans with dark or faded washes and he only bought low-rise boot cut
jeans. Next up he sent them off to find him some shirts long and short-sleeved
as the third attendant came in floating several boxes of shoes. Harry pulled on
his cream colored linen trousers that he had worn here and conjured a chair as
he sat down to pull on the different shoes. He bought several leather boots,
two mid-thigh with lots of fastening straps and several knee height boots with
fewer adornments, several pair of sneakers and loafers before finishing and
putting on his chocolate brown knee high boots. The two attendants returned
with shirts for Harry to try on and as Harry tried them on and discarded them
the owner happily folded and boxed up Harry�s purchases. After he finished with
the shirts, the third attendant brought Harry various belts and chains for his
trousers, which Harry eyed carefully before choosing several. When he finished,
the designer had finished making a pair of leather chaps which Harry tried on
and gave his approval of.

�I�m
sure I�ve spent nearly a fortunate already but onto the robes, bring me
everything you have: Formal robes, Dress robes, Casual robes and in both
summer/spring and fall/winter. I want to see every single cut design you have
as well.� Harry commanded as he slipped his white gauze shirt on.

As
Harry checked his appearance in the mirror the two Malfoys exchanged startled
looks, they had never seen the �old� Potter display such fashion-sense before.
After Harry sorted through the mountain of robes brought in for his perusal and
declared he was finished, the three attendants shrunk Harry�s purchases and
brought them to the cashier who had the unenviable chore of ringing up all of
Harry�s purchases. The dragonhide chaps along with
the rest of his order of leather chaps would be sent when the designer
finished. As Harry walked to the front of the store with the happy owner
singing praises, Harry cut him off abruptly.

�You
wouldn�t happen to know where I may find a cosmetic shop would you? I promised
several friends I would send them some waterproof eyeliner and mascara.�

Mr.
Faraday blinked. �I don�t know personally but I�m sure one of the girls will be
happy to tell you.�

�My
thanks,� Harry said as he headed off to question one of the female
attendants.

Lucius
and Draco who were also conveniently purchasing their clothes listened raptly
wondering why Potter would have agreed to go and buy cosmetics for his
female friends. Harry received his bill and signed some forms for them to take
the money from his Vault as it was 2,684 Galleons, four sickles and seven knuts. Whistling Harry headed down the street to Madame
Renoir�s Beauty Shop. Not five minutes after Harry walked in, Narcissa Malfoy
and Camilla Rosier entered and began browsing. Harry flagged down a shop keeper
and asked for help finding all the things on the list his friends had conned
him into buying for them. After picking up the mascara, eyeliner, body glitter,
nail polish and various bath soaps, Harry asked for a specific brand of hair
care supplies for himself.

After
he paid for the cosmetics he headed down the street to the Post Office where he
inquired about sending Post to Arcanum. One of the clerks had to get the owner
who explained to Harry the rates of Owl Post to the Unplottable
school. Once Harry reserved a high priority Phoenix for September 10-16^th,
which cost him fifty Galleons, Harry departed the Post Office Harry wandering
toward the junction of Diagon and Knockturn
Alleys where he entered a Tattoo Parlor.

Edith
saw him and immediately led him into up to a private room on the second floor
before going to fetch Harry�s Tattooist Maguire. Fifteen minutes later Harry
was lying on the table as Maguire went to work finishing the Necromancy runes.
Nearly three hours later, Harry strode out of the shop feeling content now that
all eight of his runes, and all ten of his Pre-Summon runes were completed. Of
course part of that content might have been from the delightful hour long
massage followed by a haircut and a few quick shots of Firewhisky.
He felt considerably less tense and far more at ease though he hadn�t lowered
his guard in the slightest. Whistling Wagner�s �Ride of the Valkyries�
Harry stopped in a grocer to pick up a case of butterbeer
and two packs of Vanilla flavored Silk Cut before Apparating
back to Grimmauld
Place.

Harry
put away his packages and came back downstairs where dinner had already
started. The minute he sat down he was bombarded with questions.

�What
were you doing all afternoon?� Ron asked.

Sirius
was eyeing him curiously. �Moody said that you spent three hours in the Tattoo
Parlor what on earth did you have done?�

�Did
you even have lunch?� Mrs. Weasley demanded.

Hermione
peered at him. �Did you buy any good books?�

�I
spent the day shopping and I needed to get my Tattoos finished. I got my hair
cut as you can see and got a massage. I can�t tell you why I had the Tattoos I
done but I might show you some other time. I had a bit of lunch with Maguire
and no, and I didn�t buy any books.� Harry answered as he filled his plate.

Dinner
passed quickly and Harry had two servings of pudding during dessert blaming it on
his sweet tooth. Before escaping to his room, Harry told everyone that he would
be going to bed right away as he was �exhausted�. When everyone agreed not to
disturb him, Harry headed up to his room planning on how to leave the house so
he could perform a Summoning.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Thursday the 17^th of July
1997

10:00 PM

Voldemort
was having mixed feelings about the odd changes in his young nemesis. Everyone
had said he had changed but no one had said that his appearance had taken on
that of a fallen angel. Surely Potter could have rivaled the fair Adonis or
Apollo with his thick black hair, shining emerald eyes and sun-kissed skin.
When one added, Potter�s authoritative and commanding attitude to that gorgeous
body it was enough to drive a Saint to sinful thoughts let alone someone as
sunken into the Darkness as Voldemort. It had begun normally enough�

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FLASHBACK

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Someone
had sent word that Potter had entered Diagon Alley
and was followed until he entered Sartorial Splendor. Voldemort had quickly
summoned the Malfoys, cast a Monstro Charm on
them and sent them to follow Potter around the Alley.

Lucius
and Draco had entered the backroom of Sartorial Splendor only to see a half
naked Harry Potter wearing the most tight fitting buckskin trousers Voldemort
had ever witnessed on another person. Potter was standing on a raised platform
in front of a set of angled mirrors looking completely at ease half naked, one
hand resting on his muscled thigh. The attendants surrounded him all younger
women and one man who were either eyeing Potter�s muscled frame from the front
by looking at the mirror or were gazing at the very nice view from the back.
Potter asked a few questions about the trousers before agreeing to buy a dozen
before turning around to unbutton and unzip the trousers. Ever calm and cool
under every circumstance Lucius�s eyes had betrayed
themselves in this one instance as they had immediately focused on the very
impressive bulge between Potter�s legs. Almost as quickly as they had focused
on Potter�s groin they quickly trailed up his body to land on Potter�s smirking
face. Potter made a grand show of slowly peeling the buckskin trousers off his
legs, knowing very well the effect he was having not only on Lucius and Draco
but the others present in the room as well. Voldemort felt himself becoming
uncomfortably warm but he had noticed quite a few of his Inner Circle, who were
also watching so they could all give him their opinion on Potter�s change, were
shifting in their plush chairs or drawing slow, deep breaths. Just as Voldemort
thought Potter couldn�t be more of a tease the devilishly handsome brat had
stepped out of the pool of buckskin at his feet and bent down to scoop them up
before handing them to a very flushed female attendant.

As
Potter talked to the designer as they both looked over a sketch the Inner Circle broke into a flurry of chatter.

�That�s
Potter?!� Bellatrix exclaimed unable to see how the
scrawny boy she�d seen in old newspaper clippings had become the gorgeous young
man who was moving around so naturally in his boxers.

Dolohov
licked his lips. �I would not mind having a bit of �sport� with him!�

�I
think I�d happily duel you for him, Antonin.�
Augustus Rookwood said hoarsely, eyes filled with
lust on the image of Potter.

Voldemort
ignored their conversation as he watched Potter try on various articles of
clothing before finishing his shopping. As Potter was paying for his clothes,
Voldemort happened to pick up the conversation around him again.

��Has a kinky streak obviously, look at how much leather
clothes he bought.� Macnair pointed out.

Dolohov
was practically drooling. �He would look delicious in bondage; I would have to
agree with that.�

Voldemort
frowned. �Potter is the enemy! Save your sexual fantasies when we actually have
him within our grasp!�

The
Death Eaters flushed and apologized, they had gotten so wrapped up in watching
Potter and discussing his clothing choices that they had completely forgotten
that their Lord was even present. Potter exited and once the Malfoy men
realized where Potter was headed Narcissa and Camilla had taken off after him.
Potter wandering in a cosmetic shop brought the conversation to a new subject,
guessing what sex Potter himself was attracted to. They debated for a few
minutes most thinking he was queer considering he was buying eyeliner and
mascara. Those items were not exactly something a normal male would be caught
dead buying. By the time Potter left the shop most of the Inner
Circle had concluded that Potter was a queer which made some very
pleased. However Potter�s next choice in destination quickly altered their
opinion as Potter arranged to have a Phoenix
deliver his recent purchases to Arcanum. However when he headed into the Tattoo
Parlor the Inner Circle was divided again. Tattoos were a neutral adornment but
now this showed some who were convinced that he was queer that he did indeed
have a great deal of masculinity.

The
Malfoys debated about what to do, as obviously even if they did go inside they
would not be allowed in the same room as Potter. Draco had volunteered waving
off his parents� protestations by saying that he had been interested in getting
a tattoo for a while now anyway and this was as good a time as any. It was a
pointless endeavor however as Draco saw neither hide nor hair of Potter during
the hour he was in the shop. After nearly two hours the Malfoys had each taken
to watching the exits to see where Potter would exit from however Potter did
not leave until three hours after he had first entered. Potter came out looking
none the worse for his three-hour tattooing and was actually whistling looking
far more relaxed though the easy explanation for that was a Calming Draught or
a Muscle Relaxing Potion administered prior to the tattooing. Discreetly the
Malfoys followed Potter into a grocer and to their surprise saw Potter buying butterbeer (unsurprising) and cigarettes (surprising).
Potter strolled back to the Appartion Point and Disapparated without making a sound.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

END OF FLASHBACK

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Damn
him! Voldemort paced back and forth
in his room, knowing that his desire for his enemy was meaningless. Just because
Potter had changed did not mean that the Prophecy was false and his dream of
revolutionizing the Wizarding World was more important than his body�s urges.
He could be tempted but he would not give into his temptation. Potter will die
because Potter must�

Twenty
odd years ago, he had put into motion the most cunning plan he had devised
during his first rise to power and now it was about to bear fruit. Little did
he know that he had succeeded beyond his wildest imaginings, his Dragons
(better known as the Elite) were beginning to wake into their powers. Only the Inner Circle, Voldemort�s most loyal followers, had been
allowed to sire or mother his Elite and all those Inner
Circle members that had borne an Elite had been accounted for. Of
the original forty-two members of the Inner Circle
twenty-one had sired or mothered an Elite that had survived the odd number of
complications after delivery while twelve other babies had died due to
complications. Dorian Mulciber, along with Wilhelmina
Macnair, Jerome Cartier and Aria Travers had all
borne stillborn Elite. The remaining five of the Inner
Circle members hadn�t been married and thus hadn�t sired an
Elite.

Severus
Snape was the only Inner Circle member that
Voldemort had not held in contempt; after all had, he had a child the foolish
Headmaster would have no doubt tried to steal its loyalties or questioned Severus�s parenting abilities. The remaining three were
duly punished (the fourth being that coward Karkaroff)
and had slightly less favor amongst their brethren. Voldemort was pleased
though; having twenty-one Elites born out of a possible thirty-seven were
fairly good odds. That left one Prime, three Commanders (Malfoy�s
son and Rodolphus and Bellatrix�s twin sons) and
seventeen Elites to either lead his Death Eaters or work on more delicate
projects. Over the span of the next six months they would slowly begin to grow
into their hidden powers and eventually around Christmas they would begin their
first Transformation.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London
England, GB

Thursday the 17^th of July
1997

8:25 PM

Harry
finished filling a knapsack with all the items that would be necessary for the
Summoning he was planning on performing tonight. Now all that he had to do was
figure out how to leave Grimmauld Place without
alerting anyone to his departure. A quick Illusion solved the problem should
anyone manage to break through the charms and wards that guarded his room but
now he needed a way to get out of the wards surrounding Grimmauld Place
without disturbing them. Harry paced the room for a few minutes before he
settled on self transfiguration. Harry stood in front of his mirror as he began
transfiguring himself after a few moments a black and silver phoenix stood in
front of the mirror. Harry grabbed the knapsack and with a wordless and
wandless spell opened one of the windows casting an Invisibility Charm on
himself. Just before flying out the window he cast a Scent and Aura Blocking
Charm before flying out the window and to several tall hedges by the fence in
the backyard. He transfigured himself back to his normal state and Apparated silently.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Eagle�s Spire, Devon UK

Thursday the 17^th of July
1997

8:26 PM

The
last streaks of fading sunlight struck the magnificent stone monolith, casting
an orange glow to the massive building. Eagle�s Spire was built on a high stone
littered rise overlooking distant woodland, a windy river and gently sloping
moors. From the description of the property, vast tracts of land were within
the confines of the Spire and the last person to live in it was his grandfather
who had the Spire modernized. Though no one had lived in it for almost thirty
years it had been maintained by a swarm of house-elves and Harry could tell,
all the glass windows were cleaned and not a stone was out of place. Shaking
his head Harry began the steep climb up the cobbled path to the Gatehouse. The
path lead directly to what passed as the portcullis which was now made of solid
granite and was guarded by a pair of Golden Eagles.

Harry
removed the Concealing Charms on his arms, revealing not only the Pre-Summon
tattoos, the bracelets made of Living Metal, the �gloves� made of Living Metal
and most importantly the Potter Family Signet ring. Fortunately the ring had
been instilled with an Automatic Sizing and had adapted to fitting around the
Living Metal which had locked it into place around his middle finger on his
right hand. Raising his right hand Harry looked for the little indent that the
Signet ring was to be pressed against and upon finding it raised his left hand
and set it by the left Eagle�s beak.

�I,
Harry James Potter, demand entrance into Eagle�s Spire,� recited Harry as he
pressed the Signet ring against the imprint on the wall.

The
Eagle on the left moved and bit Harry�s hand testing his blood to ensure that
he had the blood right to enter the Family Seat of the Potters. With a loud
shriek the Portcullis slid into the ground and Harry stepped over the
threshold. Moving up the steps into the barbican, the Portcullis slid back into
position forbidding entrance to anyone else. The barbican was a large thirty by
forty feet open space with nothing more than two wall torches which flanked the
Inner Gatehouse. Once Harry passed through, he entered a courtyard which was a
hundred by eighty feet and was by all appearances a garden. Lush grass,
colorful flowerbeds, small flowering trees and bushes filled the courtyard.
Decorative cream tiles edged with Celtic knots paved pathways through the
courtyard to benches, fountains and the Castle proper.

As
Harry passed through the Courtyard, he noticed that there were metal rods with
what looked like glowing colored orbs which acted like lights. Harry glanced
around with some admiration as he walked up the short flight of stairs to the
doors of the Spire. Just as he was about to grab hold of the door handle, the
doors swung open revealing at least a hundred house elves, all dressed in gold
pillowcases with the Potter Family Seal in crimson.

�Master
Potter has returned!� A violet eyed house elf squeaked. �We is welcoming Master
to Eagle�s Spire. I is Saffie, Master Potter.�

Harry smiled at the house elves. �I am most
welcome to be here at last Saffie. Now I�ve a favor
to ask, I need a large room perhaps twenty by twenty feet underground where I
will not be disturbed.�

�I
knows a room, Master Potter.�

�Good,
can you lead the way? I must get to work right away. If it is not too, much
trouble could you have a small dinner arranged for me, say in two hour�s time?
And have a room prepared for me? I�m going to need to take a bath.� Harry
requested.

One
of the other elves answered, �We is getting to work right away Master Potter!�
Then with loud cracks, they all vanished with only Saffie
remaining to show him down to a room. Harry glanced around the empty yet dingy
room with satisfaction before dismissing Saffie who
looked upset.

After
fifteen minutes the room looked far cleaner, the stone walls were gleaming, the
torch sconces were shining and the stone floor was perfectly clean and free of
dirt or grime. The ceiling and walls were stripped of cobwebs and dust and the
air had been purified. Harry had moved a heavy wooden table to the far end of
the room and transfigured it so that it would become a stone shelf affixed to
the wall. He conjured several standing torches, which he set up in a large
square in the middle of the room. Another hour and a half was spent warding the
Summoning Chamber with every Protection and Shielding Charm and Spell he knew.
He also heavily warded it with Privacy Charms and Masking Spells. By the time
he finished the room the air practically hummed with the power of the wards he
had erected around the Chamber. When his stomach growled, Harry quit to go have
a quick dinner followed by a shower before performing the Summoning.

As
he�d guessed the house elves had gone a little overboard with dinner but Harry
ate a little of everything to please them before rushing up to the Master
bedroom to take a shower and change into his ceremonial Summoning clothes which
consisted of shimmering silver drawstring pants and a loose long sleeved shirt
that was to be worn open. Tossing off his regular day clothes onto the bed,
Harry checked his appearance in the mirror before rushing back downstairs to
the Summoning Chamber. Once he was satisfied that the room was as secure as he
could make it without using Dark Magic, Harry walked over the wall shelf and
grabbed his knapsack. He took his place in the center of the room and taking
out a bag of salt poured a ring around the four center torch stands. He was
careful to keep it uniform and as geometrically correct as he could manage.
When the circle of salt was completed, Harry drew the neck of the bag of salt
shut and returned it to its place within his knapsack.

Next,
Harry took out a long stick of chalk and began to draw the Summoning runes on
the floor. When he finished, he was standing in the very center of yet another
circle. Harry put away the stick of chalk and reached into the knapsack drawing
out several stone squares with the Fifth Summoning Glyph etched onto them.
Casting a quick Measurement Charm, Harry laid the five squares at exactly five
points on the circle of chalk around him. With a nod, Harry took out a gold
chalice and the case of Butterbeer setting all but
two bottles outside of the circle of chalk. Taking up the gold chalice, Harry
set it at his feet and drew out a silver snake-like device. Sitting down on the
ground cross legged, Harry set the snake�s head on his forearm and tapped its
head with a finger. Black eyes fluttered open before sharp metal fangs pierced
his skin and started drawing blood after the snake got its share for the work;
it purified the rest of the blood before regurgitating the rest into the
chalice. Once the chalice was filled, Harry tapped the snake again and it went
into stasis, closing its black eyes. Rising to his feet, Harry was careful not
to knock over the chalice of blood. Stripping down to his boxers, Harry checked
the large hourglass sitting across from him on the shelf and began the
Summoning. He began by tracing the rune for Sealing in the air with his right
hand and tracing the rune tattoo on his body with his left, followed by tracing
the rune for Piercing.

�I
Summon,� began Harry tracing the rune for Summoning. Once he completed the
rune, tracing and drawing it in the air, Harry turned to face the direction of
the next Glyph at his feet and continued.

�A
Spirit of the Celestial Plain,� Harry started tracing and drawing the rune to
Anchor.

�By
the Offering of my Blood,� Harry intoned tracing and drawing the Offering
rune.

�I
Summon the Spirit that once was Lily Potter n�e Evans! By the Blood of the
Illusionist, I Summon!� Harry finished drawing the final Binding rune.

There
was a flash of light and then the Spirit of his mother was standing outside of
the chalk circle smiling at him. �Hello darling.�

Harry
let out a breath and pulled his clothes back on before picking up the chalice
of blood at his feet and carrying it over to her. �Here, there�s Butterbeer on your side of the circle.�

Lily
took the chalice delicately sipping the blood as Harry rummaged through his
knapsack and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Moving to the center of the
circle of chalk, Harry conjured a divan and sprawled, a cigarette in one hand
and a bottle of Butterbeer in the other.

�So?�
asked Harry after exhaling the vanilla smoke.

Lily
sat next to his legs and looked nervous, �I suppose I should start from the
beginning but first I want you to know that James and I love you more than
anything else in this world.�

�The
way you say that is making me worried,� Harry commented taking a swig of Butterbeer to calm his suddenly churning stomach.

�There�s
really no easy way to tell you this so I�ll be blunt, James Potter is not your
biological father though he did Magically adopt you as his son after you were
born.�

�What!�
Harry exclaimed, sitting up abruptly.

Lily
looked at him with a forced smile. �James and I couldn�t have children
together; we were not physically suited to it. Harry my lion, my father was an
Incubus.�

Harry
stared at her speechless.

�Of
course, we didn�t know until after we were married. It�s hard to for the
offspring of Incubui or Succubui
to have children with regular humans. Merlin�s father was an Incubus too and
the children he sired with Vivien were all squibs but the magic of their
inherited blood was dormant at least until I was born.�

Harry
really wanted to scream or hit something but he was still too shocked to react.

Lily
plowed on. �Once we found out that I was a descendant of Merlin, everything
became clear how I was such a powerful witch for having come from a Muggle
family. Not two weeks later my gift for Prophecy woke and I spent a majority of
my sleeping hours walking the Celestial Plain. Eventually I ran into Merlin and
he told me about our family and the Debt that we owed his mentor Blaze who had
saved Merlin�s life several times. When I woke, I had a very strong Prophecy
about fulfilling our Debt to Blaze and when I walked the Celestial Plain again
I found both Merlin and Blaze and spoke to them of what I had seen. Both of
them were hesitant about the Prophecy as it would change the Destiny of many
but eventually they both agreed it was best.�

�I
told James when I woke and after arguing we agreed. To fulfill the Debt my
family owed Blaze, I would carry the child of his remaining descendant and his
gifts would once again awaken in his descendant, in you specifically. However
things didn�t quite fall out the way I had seen and now I�m afraid that you
will be paying the price for it my lion.� Lily said looking contritely at her
son.

Harry
drained his Butterbeer and put out his cigarette.
�What changed?�

�Voldemort
chose a path we did not Foresee and your father was tangled in his trap. I�m
afraid Harry that you are as much a servant of Voldemort as those who bear his
Mark only that your servitude was caused by the very circumstances of your
birth. Your father is-�

�Snape,�
Harry breathed eyes wide. �It�s Snape isn�t it?�

Lily
looked away from him. �Yes.�

�God,�
Harry said running his hands through his hair.

�Voldemort
wanted Commanders that he could trust implicitly and he wanted them to be
utterly loyal to him. Through the use of Potions and Dark Spells he managed to
create a way for his Inner Circle to bring his dream into being. You are one of
his Elites Harry and I am sorrier than I can express, this was not the life I
had envisioned for you.�

Harry
was feeling lost, everything he had known as truth was all a lie. His hated fame
was all undeserved, he was no longer the only hope of the Light he was going to
be their downfall. He was never going to be free, he had been born into
servitude and his Mother had been the one who had sealed his fate all because
of a Debt.

�Harry?�

�I
HATE YOU!� Harry roared jumping off the chaise. �HOW COULD YOU?!�

Lily
looked as if she would cry if it were possible, �Harry love, I never meant for
this to happen.�

�You
didn�t mean for it to happen! What kind of a Seer were you? Snape doesn�t even
know does he? James and you had never planned on telling him about me! It never
would have happened if you hadn�t decided to be such an idiot! I�m screwed,
utterly screwed for the rest of my life all because you decided to be righteous
and repay the Debt! What the Hell were you thinking? Even Merlin and Blaze had
reservations about it but no, you convinced them that there was no harm.
Now look at what you�ve done!� Harry roared as he traced the rune for Banishing
summoned spirits.

�I-�
Lily managed before she winked out of existence.

With
a smooth motion that belied his anger Harry traced the runes for Sealing and
Dispelling. After he finished he practically destroyed the Summoning Chamber in
a fit of rage and betrayal. Lying on the stone floor, Harry drank his Butterbeer and smoked his cigarettes mind racing with the
knowledge that he was nothing more than a pretender and a servant. Dimly he was
aware of the fact that he could fight all he wanted but he would always lose,
Voldemort had his loyalty by blood and his mother�s unintentional treachery.
Laughing with despair, Harry sank into oblivion plagued with dreams of the fate
that awaited him.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Northumberland, England, GB

Friday the 18^th of July 1997

1:00 AM

Screams
rent the air and smoke clouded the sky as the Death Eaters raided several small
towns, two of which were completely laid to waste by the time the Aurors and
Order arrived. While the Death Eaters went about their sport the Dementors
suddenly turned as one looking south-west as they could feel it�a Summoning. The Dementor Lord finished devouring the
soul of a hapless Muggle and as he turned to watch he could hear the words
faintly.

�I Summon�A Spirit of the Celestial Plane�By the Offering of Blood�I Summon the Spirit that once was Lily Potter n�e
Evans� By the Blood of the
Illusionist, I Summon!�

The attack continued around them but the Dementors
paid it no mind, intent and focused on the faint conversation they could hear.
By the time the Summoning was abruptly cut off the Dementor Lord felt the first
wave of satisfaction since he had become a Dementor. It seemed that the young
Necromancer he had met was more than he had given him credit for by merit of
blood alone. Yes, things were certainly going to become interesting�how long would it take for the Snake Lord to discover
the link?

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Well,
how�d you like that? Hopefully it wasn�t too boring and the Summoning was
interesting? Don�t worry, Harry may be a little depressed but he won�t give in
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