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My Give a Damn's Busted	By : Kalinx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 4409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author Diddy: Well, here it is, chapter three of this! Firstly, loads and loads of thanks to all of my reviewers! If I haven't taken the time to thank you personally, by responding to your review, I'm sorry! That doesn't mean I love you any less, it just means that I'm an idiot and forgot. sobs Secondly, I'd like to apologize for the angst that wormed its way into this chapter. This was supposed to be a fluff fic, but low and behold, the angst came to play. Oh well, next chapter should be less angsty. Promise! And now, onward!
Disclaimer: I'll say it again, I don't own Harry Potter - JK Rowling does; the wonderful woman that she is, she lets us play with them.

�Private Life�

�Harry?! How in Merlin�s name to you get them to leave?�

Arching a brow at Draco�s shriek I shrug, �Gave them a nice shove with my mind?� Concentrating on his body I nudge him, sending him sliding a foot away from me. �Like that, just concentrate and push, and poof!�

Silver eyes widening from his sprawl on the floor near my feet Lucius bats away the other man�s hands. �I deserved what I got Sev, nothing is broken, just bruised.� Huff of breath exploding from his mouth Severus crosses his arms over his chest.

Elbows perched on my knees I mutter, �I�m sorry you had to deal with hearing the coot�s comment about Lucius Severus, that man is a menace.�

Glare leaving his current partner he gives me a quiet smile. �Indeed he is,� onyx orbs darkening seriously he purrs, �Now perhaps you would be so kind as to explain a few matters to us?� Unable to help myself I nod. �Very good; first, when did you discover your ability to shove people around with your mind?�

�Sometime during the first week of summer, my cousin and his gang were playing their favorite game.� Please don�t make me go any further in this vein.

�Which is?�

Damn you Severus Snape. �Harry hunting.�

�What does this �game� entail?�

Bare my teeth at the man and growl, �Depends on how badly they want to play it. Sometimes they�ll let me alone after the manage to get me locked out of the house. Other times they won�t quit until I�m a bleeding mess on the floor.� Expression of shock meeting my response I bite, �You honestly didn�t think me to be a spoiled brat at my �family�s� home still, did you?�

Giving a shake of his head, banishing his current thoughts on the matter, he ignores my question. �When, during this �game� did you discover the talent?�

�After Dudley kicked me in the chest, but before Piers put my head through the shed door.�

Lips white he whispers, �Why do none of your injuries show?�

�I�ve gotten bloody brilliant at Glamours, and my magic heals a lot of them on its own.�

�How long have they played this -� struggling for the words he stares balefully up at me, my face feeling cold, almost as if it doesn�t belong on my bones.

�Since Dudley could walk, his gang joined in during primary school.�

Mouth opening and closing, no words escaping Severus trembles as Lucius wraps his arms around him, taking up the questions. �What of you Aunt and Uncle? What do they have to say of this?�

�Nothing, they encourage it.�

�Why?�

Blood freezing I whisper, �I�m a freak. Unwanted. A waste of their precious time, money, effort - a waste of them. I should just curl up and die. It�s my fault everyone dies. My fault that my parents died. I grew up believing my parents had died in a car crash, a drunken car crash. I�ve always been the scum beneath their feet. They never wanted me. Did I mention I�m a freak? I am, you know? A worthless, selfish, freaky freak who deserves to be beaten, starved, and ridiculed. Good for character building I�ve heard. Think Tom got a dose of the same treatment.� Hysterical giggle filling the silence I snort, �Funny we aren�t - oh Merlin.�

Eyes glued to the ring on my finger I shudder, a sudden warmth flooding my body. �Funny we aren�t stuck with two Dark Lords,� I repeat, finishing my earlier statement, my voice utterly flat.

Harry?

Go�way Tom, I�m suffering from a loss of balance right now.

Shift of perception might be a better phrase for it, he murmurs conversationally.

Bullocks, I mutter with a snort, both mental and physical. Why are you poking around my head again?

Can I not worry over you when the link goes frigid? You scared me Harry, it was almost as if you weren�t quite there anymore.

Not sure I was, ignore the voices speaking around me in favor of the one in my head. Felt ruddy odd for a bit there.

What made you go icy?

S-severus got me to agree to answering some questions. He asked about my so called family.

Flutter of anger from him, my eyes burning from it. Do you want me to kill them? Say the word and consider it done.

Killed? I�m not sure Tom. On one side I want them to suffer for what they did to me, but -

But you are still the Boy-Who-Lived on the other side. Gentle snort of amusement, I understand little one, I really do.

Do you? I whisper across the connection, almost lost inside my own mind, thoughts gathering only to shatter seconds later.

�Yes, to a certain extent I do little one.� Inner musings exploding at the first syllable produced in that sibilant voice I gape over at the elegantly dressed wizard striding towards us. On my feet and over the wide-eyed men on the floor without a thought I hurl myself into the crimson eyed one�s open arms.

Fingers wrinkling his robes I breathe the question on the tip of my tongue, �How?�

Warm chuckle shaking his chest he nudges me towards my vacated chair, following behind me, a hand on my elbow, as I obey. �Severus� private chambers, his fireplace is connected to one fireplace in Malfoy Manor. Did you think I would not be able to reach you if you had need?� Gloved hand encompassing his two men he croons, �Or aid those of my men who foolishly choose to gambol in the bee�s nest?�

Collapse into his lap, his arms curling around me possessively. �How�d you know his private chambers are connected to one of the Malfoy�s?�

�I am a master at Legilimens Harry, dear Lucius informed me of this fact two years ago.� Eyes locked on Severus I gape at the look of utter wickedness that covers his face. �Yess, Severus is mine not the coot�s, and only those of us in this room know this to be true. Even the others in my Inner Circle think him to be standing with one foot on either side.�

�Bullocks,� I breath, twining my fingers with those belonging to the Dark Lord.

Chuckling Tom ruffles my hair, �You seem awfully fond of that word today little one.�

Scrunch my nose up, blinking rapidly as several faces from last night dance through my memory. �How�d you know I was at the club last night? Have you been spying on me?�

�Slightly.�

�Slightly? How slightly?�

Allowing himself to be wrapped in Lucius� arms Severus supplies the answer, �The Order has been �watching� you, and through me, our Lord.�

Laugh bursting free I snort, �Watching me have they?� Elegant shrug of the Slytherin�s shoulders my only answer I pout, �Why haven�t they ever noticed what my �family� does to me?� Anger rising, stomach churning at the thought of all the coot�s Order has turned a blind eye to, I let out a keening shriek. Furniture rattling against the floor, candle flames flaring and dying in brilliant flashes, my magic searching for a way out of my body�s confines. Vision going black I stretch my mind out, seeking the coot�s magical signature in desperation. The image of a giant chicken flickering in the torrent as I latch onto the familiar signature I release the pent up energy with a howl. Popping noise resounding in my head I feel a shiver of amusement from the walls surrounding me.

�Oh glory,� I gasp, blinking in an attempt to return my vision. Faces swimming back into focus I snicker. �Oh glory.� Giggles overwhelming the last traces of Severus� Calming Drought I toss my head back and cackle hysterically. �He�s a chicken!�

Gentle touch of Tom�s mind against mine, seeking to know whether I�ve gone round the bend. Throwing open my memories I thrust the past few minutes at him. Snickering under his breath as he views what I did he hugs me close. �Oh glory little one, this I have to see in person.�

Bouncing free of his lap I nod enthusiastically. Giving Draco a nudge with my foot I skip over to his father, tugging on a handful of his hair. �Come, come see what I�ve done,� I sing, �See the - the chicken!� Dance towards the dungeon hallways, Dark Lord at my heels. �Come see,� beckon to the three moving to their feet.

Lead the group through the castle humming under my breath the whole way. Pause at the doors to the Great Hall as though thinking. Shoving the doors open wide I point at the giant, fluffy chicken perched in the Headmaster�s chair, �See? See what I�ve done?�

�Merciful Merlin,� Lucius murmurs into the dead silence of the Hall.

Clapping my hands gleefully I snuggle back in Tom�s embrace as he laughs at the sight of the great Albus Dumbledore clucking angrily at us. Laughter growing he clings to me, tears of mirth streaming down his cheeks and onto my shoulder. Faces of the gathered Order members ranging from anger to outright fear I grin when I catch sight of a pair of amused amber eyes.

Recognizing Tom for who he is, several of the adults leap to their feet, wands pointing our direction. Glee vanishing in a breath Tom levels his wand at them, the wands of his servants echoing his. Free arm still snug about my waist he takes a step backwards.

�Harry!� several voices scream as I continue backing out of the Hall with the Slytherins.

Doors to either side of us I twist in Tom�s grip. You have to leave before they get over their shock.

Crimson eyes still locked on the Order he whispers, come with me? For the rest of the holiday? I promise you may return at the end if that is what you wish.

Turn to stare back at the Order, the side of Light, the people who had let me suffer. Amber eyes catching mine Remus nods minutely, nudging one of the Weasley twins. Beaming at the werewolf I whirl around, pushing Tom out of the Hall as several of the twin�s more flashy projects go off. �The Chamber, it�s got an outside exit,� I shout over my shoulder as I race away from the others.

Wands shoved out of sight the four Slytherin break into a run as the sound of chaos fills the halls. Barrel past a trio of Second Year Hufflepuffs who gape after me in shock. Take a corner too quickly for one of my injuries, sliding into a wall with a grunt of pain as my ankle screams, the impact reopening one of my hidden wounds. Pale arm winding around my waist Lucius regards me with concern. Ignore the blood beginning to color my shirt and move forward.

Stagger into Myrtle�s bathroom as Tom hisses at the tap, the entrance to the Chamber revealing itself. Remembering the fall I shift out of the blonde�s hold, pressing a hand to the seeping gash along my side. This was going to hurt. Jiggle my ankle, trying to see whether or not it would hold up under the landing. Minor flurry of pain skittering up my leg I shrug, maybe, maybe not. Leaping into the chute behind everyone else I hiss for the entrance to close.

Ankle sending blinding pain up my leg as I land I collapse, a soft whimper of pain escaping my lips. Think I broke the healing thing again. Shrug off the half a dozen hands on me, climbing back to my feet, unable to keep the wince of pain from my face as I apply weight to the damaged leg. Leveling the four with a withering glare I try to take a step, crying out as my ankle gives out beneath me.

Kneeling before me, Tom croons, �Come on love, you can show us that Gryffindor bravery later, let us help you.�

Managing to climb back to my knees I shove the pain out of my mind, pouting at him. �Thought it was called Gryffindor stupidity.� Chuckling Tom gives me his back, motioning for me to wrap my arms around his neck. Yelp as he stands, the move stretching the gash on my side even more. Worry flitting through our link I snarl, �Bloody Dark Lord, stop worrying about me for a minute and get us out of this bone infested cavern.�

Snickering from beside us Draco nods, �Indeed, quite a place you�ve got here.�

�This is part of Slytherin�s famed Chamber of Secrets you prat,� I stammer through my giggles. Eyes widening he slides closer to his father, blanching when I add, �Just be glad the basilisk is dead, she was huge.� Soft laugh at my bit of understatement Tom resumes walking, leading the other three deeper into the Chamber�s caverns. Twist to peer back at Lucius, �If this is too personal don�t answer, but, what is Narcissa doing?�

Giving a snort as he curls an arm about Severus� hips he replies, �She is happily seeing Rabastan Lestrange. Our marriage was arranged at our birth, and while we do get along as friends, we have never felt anything more for the other. After Draco�s birth we decided to maintain the outward appearance of a happy couple, but that there was no reason for us to stop seeing other people in private.�

Pressing his lips to the blonde�s temple Severus turns onyx eyes on me. �Lucius and I have been together,� arched brow at his companion�s snigger, �since our years at Hogwarts. We did stop sleeping together after his marriage to Narcissa, and until after my godson�s birth, but other then that we have maintained a steady relationship.�

�She was all for naming you his godfather you know? Said it was to make up for me having to bed a woman.�

Laughing the Potion�s Master quips, �Oh poor baby, having to actually perform with someone of the opposite gender.�

Face an odd shade, Draco purses his lips, �Father, Sev, must you talk about that?�

Malfoy brow arching upwards Lucius smirks at his son, Draco�s face rapidly paling at his expression. �We could be talking about the time you walked in on us, and watched, if you want?�

Giggles overtaking me I drop my forehead to Tom�s shoulder, the sight of the Slytherin Prince bright red and stammering forever stored in my memory. Stepping free of the darkness Tom turns to his two men, �Apparate to Little Hangleton and we shall floo to my Manor where we will be safe from the Order.� Nodding Lucius and Severus pull Draco close and vanish with a crack. �Hold tight Harry, this will probably hurt a little.�

Crack filling my ears I wince as the pressure of Apparating closes in on my hidden injuries. Gasping in pain when we appear in the same cemetery Voldemort was resurrected in, I cling to Tom�s robes. �When we get to the Manor I want you to drop the Glamours little one, that way we can help heal you.� Whispering my assent I rest my head on my arm. Lulled into a slight doze by the constant murmuring in my head I blink when green flames rise around me and Tom shouts, �Slytherin Manor.�

Subtle jolt in his stride as Tom exits the fireplace I lift my head to gaze around the room we�ve entered. Opulent drapes of dark emerald are tied tight, over what I assume are windows, sending the room into a state of dimness relieved by floating candles. Lifting her head from her coils Nagini regards her master calmly, hooded eyes rising to meet mine. :I am glad Tom has finally brought you here little snake, the fool bee is bad for you.:

:I know,: I hiss in reply as the fire flares and the other three exit.

:At least you do not attempt to lie, even if that is not the whole truth.:

Scowling as best I can over Tom�s shoulder I snap, :fine, the old coot plans to have me either killed or entombed in Azkaban should I survive killing the Dark Lord who�s currently carrying me! That better?:

Giving a serpentine laugh she nods her head, :yes, now remove your Glamours so Tom can stop fretting over you.:

Blow a raspberry at her, but drop the spells covering my newer injuries. Sighing I drop the Glamours hiding my older, healed injuries, knowing that keeping them masked would only cause more concern when they felt the scar tissue. :Yes Mother.:

:Thank you little snake.: Gazing at the three other men she lifts her eyes to me once more before slithering from the room.

Heart in my throat I�m immensely glad of the long sleeves I chose to wear today. Glad that none of the burns on my arms are visible. Keeping my face low I hope my hair obscures the jagged scar that trails from my hairline down to my jaw. Not much would hide the fading black eye though, once I looked up they would all see it. Grip shifting on my legs Tom sets me gently on a divan. Frowning I stare at the plush carpeting beneath my shoes, not wanting to show them what I looked like without the Glamours.

Finger tracing the words �I must not tell lies� scarred on the back of my hand Tom whispers, �Harry?�

Gathering myself I lift my chin, muttering, �Umbridge, Fifth Year, I had detentions with her for telling lies of your return.� Ignore the frozen looks on their faces, adding, �She used a blood quill to make me write lines.�

Sinking to his knees before me Tom reaches a hesitant hand out to graze the remains of my black eye. Muscle in my jaw twitching he sucks in a breath. Damn, he saw the scar. Voice dead I murmur, �Vernon, sometime during the summer between my Fifth and Sixth Year, he got mad at me for refusing to,� swallow the bile in my mouth, ��service� him when he was drunk off his ass. Broke the bottle he was drinking from and swung at me.�

Ruby eyes flicking down to the patch of blood on my shirt he grabs it in a fist, lifting it to reveal the still slowly bleeding gash in my side. Sudden gasps from the others I know they�ve seen all the other scars and bruises littering what little they can see of my torso. Fingers prod at the skin around the gash softly before he snaps, �Severus I need a numbing potion and the means to close this wound so it may heal properly.� Tugging slightly at the hem of my shirt he croons, �Harry, I�m going to need this off to tend to that,� twist of his lips as he tries to maintain his calm, �injury.�

Closing my eyes, so I don�t have to see their reactions, I lift my arms. Fabric sliding over my skin I lower my arms eyes still clenched shut. :I�ll kill them! Put them through so much pain they will wish to be in Hell to escape from it! I�ll poison that meddlesome old man! Hang him up by his toes and disembowel him in front of his precious Order!:

Eyes flying open as Tom rises from his position before me, wand clenched in his fist. �I think I need to call a meeting.�

�Tom?� Whispered inquiry halting his movement he turns, fury tightly reigned in.

�I am perfectly aware of the fact that storming out of here and massacring those muggles, and the coot, is not an option, so I need a substitute. Cursing some of my more idiotic followers will help, but,� crimson eyes flashing he shakes his head, unwilling to complete the thought.

�But, nothing will solve the issue until they�re dead? Right?� Stiff nod my only answer I beam. �You�d really destroy all of them? For me?� Another nod, this one less stiff. Snorting I beckon for him to return to me, �I�ll admit that I am a bit unsettled by the whole �red-eyed killer� side of you, but I�m not going to demand you change who you are just to sooth my nerves. Now get back over here and fix me so I can come with you.�
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