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In Servitude of the Dark : My Obiesance	By : xXxLuckyxXx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 39418 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: This story is based off of J.K. Rowling’s amazing Harry Potter series. All characters, locations, themes from the world of HP belong to her. This is not for money or profit. I am just having fun playing in her magical world.

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A/N: Parts of the World Cup campsite scenes were taking from Rowling's Goblet of Fire. And this update was late because would let me log into my account.

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Chapter 3 : Happy Birthday, Harry – July 31, 1994

When the two adults went to wake Harry up, they were both surprised to find the boy wasn't in his room. In fact, when interrogating the house-elves, they learned Harry woke up two hours ago at the ungodly hour of 6 am and left the manor on foot. Severus promised to throttle the boy when he found him.

When Harry was finished with his morning run, he was startled to meet one glaring and one worried looking adult. "What's going on?"

"Old Sevvy, here, just had a teensy panic attack," Sirius immediately reported.

"Will you stop calling me by that infernal nickname!" Severus growled at Sirius, followed by a rather nasty stinging hex. Sirius yelped and tried to look wounded, to which Severus only sneered at. And then Severus turned those same dark eyes at Harry. "Why in Merlin's name were you up at 6 in the morning?" he growled, but finally noticed Harry was dripping sweat and dressed in muggle jogging attire. "I see. Never mind. Just get in here and clean up. And next time at least leave some kind of note, so we don't have to tear this place apart looking for you."

Harry, who never had anyone to answer to before, cringed. He should have known Severus was on hyper alert, especially after Harry just told him that the Dark Lord was back. But he never had an adult who actually cared where he went or what he did or when he did it. Harry mouthed the words, 'Sorry,' to his teacher as Sirius quickly ushered Harry away in case Severus started yelling again.

Harry showered and changed quickly and headed to the main sitting room. Another stab of guilt hit him when he saw a lovely looking cake surrounded by some presents. Thankfully though, it looked like Sirius managed to calm Severus down, and both men were smiling at him. Well, Sirius was and Severus just managed to not look so intimidating.

Harry took that as a good sign. "Is all this for me?" he asked, not needing to hide the fact that he was pleasantly surprised. He knew the adults were planning something for him, but he didn't expect the whole cake and presents deal. "This looks great! Thank you, guys."

"It's not there just for looking, Pup." Sirius jumped up, took Harry by the arm and pushed him into a chair, right in front of the cake. "Presents first," he announced, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"Is it customary for your friends to send you presents in the middle of the night?" Severus asked, still sounding annoyed, but whether it was at Harry's disappearance this morning or his friends' owls invading his home, Harry wasn't sure. Probably a little bit of both.

"They must think I'm still at the Dursleys." Harry glanced at the colorfully wrapped boxes. There were four presents on the table for him, more than he ever got on his birthday. "It's just better for everyone that the owls come at night when they're sleeping." Harry was so busy opening the box wrapped in flying snitches, that he didn't notice how Severus and Sirius grew quiet at his answer. "Oh, it's another cake," Harry announced, lifting the heavily frosted confection up. It was so lopsided that it looked like it was held up by magic alone.

"With liberal use of stasis charms, I hope," Severus said dryly, with an inquisitively raised eyebrow.

Harry nodded distractedly. "Oh yes. Hermione perfected it after 1st year when she had to send me food." Even though his situation with the Dursleys greatly improved, he knew what starvation felt like and appreciated his friends' thoughtfulness and concern.

Again he missed the dark looks shared between his guardians. Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but Severus gave a sharp shake of his head. Neither of them wanted to ruin the boy's happiness on this day of all days. If they really had to, they could revisit the topic later.

Harry tipped the box over and noticed the letter at the bottom. He picked it up and read it quickly, chuckling at how the cake was a joint culinary project between Hermione and Ron, which explained it's ... unique appearance. The note also explained why Hermione was staying at the Weasleys.

"Look, Mr. Weasley got tickets to go to the Quidditch World Cup. It's Ireland vs Bulgaria." Harry checked the date. "And it's tomorrow!" Gradually, Harry's face fell as he got to the end of the letter. It made no mention of inviting him. Harry felt a growing emptiness spread from his heart.

"Hey! Don't look so glum, Pup," Sirius piped up and shoved a small envelop into his hands. "Open my gift next."

Harry set aside the cake and looked at his godfather curiously. The man was bouncing up and down on his toes, looking as eager as if he were the birthday boy. Harry tore open the envelop and pulled out… "Awesome! You got us tickets too!" Harry shouted, jumping up in the air in excitement.

Sirius nodded proudly and ruffled Harry's messy hair playfully. "Yup! You didn't think I'd let you miss the World Cup when Britain's hosting it, did you?"

Harry flashed him a wide smile. He had never ever gone to any sporting even before, except for the ones at school. "Thanks, Padfoot. And there's three tickets too!" Harry said, noting the surprised look on Severus' face.

"Figured it was best I invited Old Sevvy along too," Sirius mumbled awkwardly, as if he felt guilty for this generous act. But then he began rocking on his toes. "And guess where we're sitting?"

Harry glanced at the tickets again, he hadn't read it that carefully the first time, and saw the words 'VIP Box.' Suddenly, his eyes bugged out. "Really? These must have cost you a lot."

Sirius merely shrugged. "Eh, what's the point of being rich, if you can't have a little fun with it? Besides, the Ministry's falling all over themselves to try to make amends." Then he scratched his head, looking slightly guilty. "I think they kicked some poor guy out though, seeing as they were supposed to be sold out ages ago."

Harry cringed slightly, but figured whoever they replaced had to be rich themselves to afford seats in the VIP Box in the first place. Then he reached for next present. It was from Andromeda. He was surprised she even remembered his birthday. Inside the slender box was a large brown and golden feather quill as long as his arm. There was a tiny slip of a card that certified this quill was harvested from a real griffin. It was also self-inking. Harry had seen Andromeda use one similar to this for signing contracts and important documents. It made the contract extra binding.

Next was Severus, which he deliberately left for last. It stood apart from the others because it was the only one wrapped in black paper and green paper. Making quick work of the wrapping, he was not surprised to find a vial of potion inside. It was filled with some unidentifiable watery, greenish liquid. "Ummm… what is it?" he asked.

"It's an eye correcting potion," Severus answered. "I tailored it to fit your particular ailment."

Harry's eyebrows went up. Last year, with Severus' help, he tried to brew a potion that would correct his vision, but it didn't work. A simple vision correcting potion only fixed the lens, but Harry's eyes had more issues than just myopia. Because of all the head trauma and shaking he sustained while growing up and being locked inside cupboard with no light, his retinas were badly damaged as well. According to the books, it was called retinal detachment and if he got knocked in the head hard enough, he could even go blind! That's why it took a far more complicated potion to actually fix his retinas-a potion that only a few Potion's Masters who were also Medi-Wizards could brew.

"Can I use it now?" Harry asked eagerly. He was so ready to get rid of his glasses, even his trendier looking ones. "Or do I need to eat something first?"

"Best do it without food," Severus said and plucked the vial from Harry's hands. "Remove your glasses and tilt your head up. This will sting," he warned. "But whatever you do, don't rub your eyes or open them for at least ten minutes."

Harry nodded and tilted his head up. There was only enough potion in each vial for one drop in each eye. Severus applied the drops quickly and Harry clenched his eyes, already feeling the stinging/burning feeling inside. It grew progressively worse and just as Harry swore he'd gouge out his eyes, it vanished into a cool, minty sensation.

"Time's up. Open your eyes, Harry."

Harry did, his vision slightly blurry at first because he clenched his eyes so hard. But as his eyes adjusted, everything sharpened into a crystal clear focus. "Oh, wow!" Harry breathed, his bright green eyes rolling around wildly in amazement. It was like he'd been walking around with a veil over his eyes. Now he could see everything clearly. "Is this how everyone sees?" he asked wonderingly.

Sirius gave a wolf whistle. "Your eyes are really green behind those glasses," he said. "Even brighter than Lily's." And then he nudged Harry playfully. "All the girls…er and boys or whatever will fall all over themselves for those emeralds."

Harry glared playfully at the good natured teasing. "Gee, thanks," he replied, making no mention as to which sex he preferred. He had his hands full with Marvolo already.

"Stop rolling those eyes around and look at me," Severus finally ordered, tired of waiting for Harry to settle down. Harry submitted to the short eye exam to please his teacher, but he already knew the potion worked as it was supposed to. Once his teacher/healer declared his eyes were fixed, in a dramatic fashion Harry magically crushed his much hated glasses and vanished the debris.

The rest of Harry's birthday was spent preparing for the game tomorrow. Sirius had been planning for this day since he was officially freed, so he already bought the best tent Safari Emporium had to offer, which was a good thing because by now they were all sold out. Sirius also already booked their camping site a month in advance, so they got a prime location.

Harry debated over whether to tell his friends that he was going too. He didn't want to make them feel awkward or guilty for not inviting him. But then, he decided it would be fun to meet up with the Weasley gang before or after the game, so he sent Hedwig off with the letter telling Ron and Hermione to find him at lot #4.

Over the next several days, all three of them, even Severus, would randomly break out into heated debates about the teams and their players. None of them had kept up with the latest sports events, so it was fun learning all the stats and plays together. It was in the middle of arguing between which Keeper, Dimitrov of Bulgaria or Connolly of Ireland, that Harry suddenly realized this was what a normal family did every night, and it felt good-very good.

This was the best birthday he ever had.

Finally it was August 8th, the day of the World Cup. That morning, the three got up at seven, still too early considering they spent all night packing and arguing over the game. Thankfully, they all perked right up with help from Severus' pepper-up. Sometimes, it was damn useful having a Potion's Master at your beck and call, Harry thought as he enjoyed the warmth of the pepper-up spreading through his limbs.

When Sirius booked the campsite, it also came with a complimentary portkey. After some last second packing, they were ready just as the portkey was scheduled to activate at 8:00. Outside of Severus' formidable wards, Sirius counted down and as he reached one, Harry felt the distinctive and uncomfortable hook behind his navel forcefully pulling him off his feet.

By some silent agreement, Harry and Severus let Sirius take the lead, locating their campsite. Except for the little hold up they had with the muggle camp manager that resulted in Severus impatiently obliviating the man, everything went smoothly, and Harry's nerves were already buzzing with excitement seeing all sorts of ridiculous wizarding tents set up. One of the tents even looked like it had three levels with turrets and everything!

Their own tent was not as conspicuous. In muggle terms, it was a fairly large tent, domed and could fit three average adults comfortably. But inside was a whole different story, resembling something more like a four roomed suit, complete with a bathroom and a kitchen.

"I call the one on the left!" Harry cried out, after quickly inspecting all the rooms. This one had the largest window and his favorite colors.

Copying Harry, Sirius cried out, "I call the middle!"

"Merlin, save me from idiotic Gryffindors," Severus muttered, walking into the one closest to the kitchen.

They spent a few moments settling in. Harry was in charge of breakfast while the two adults put up privacy and shielding wards up around their camp site. Contrarily, Harry actually liked to cook. It was familiar and relaxing to him, and he was pretty good at it. He just didn't like to cook for people who didn't appreciate his work, or when he wasn't allowed to eat his own food.

That wasn't going to be an issue here, not with how Sirius ate like he'd never see food again, and complimented Harry between every third bite. Even Severus muttered something about the food being 'passably fit for human consumption.' From Severus, that was high enough praise for him.

Just as they finished up, someone tripped the wards outside, and a voice was shouting for Harry.

"Who's bellowing out there like a banshee?" Sirius wondered. He had dishwashing duties.

"That'll be Ron," Harry answered, jumping to his feet and ran for his backpack excitedly, only to skid to a stop in front of an irritated Severus. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked for permission yet, or even told his guardians that his friends were here. "Just a minute Ron!" he shouted back, and turned to his mentor. "Can I go with them?" he asked eagerly. "Please?" He added a few pleading blinks.

In answer, Severus simply left the tent to inspect for himself. Indeed, outside waiting was the other two thirds of the Golden Trio. Upon seeing the glowering Potion's Master come out of the tent, Ron and Hermione back peddled in a hurry.

"Pro…Professor!" Hermione sputtered. "We didn't realize you were here!" Ron mumbled something too, but it wasn't decipherable.

"Clearly," he replied in that dry, unimpressed manner that made you feel as if you'd just said something stupid.

"Hey guys," Harry said brightly, following his teacher out.

Hermione and Ron looked relieved when they saw him, but then Severus started what could only be an interrogation, in his most surely tone. "Well, well, well. What dubious reasons has brought you two insufferable misfits here and howling like a pair of disgraceful baboons?"

Ron sputtered. He didn't expect to be grilled.

Hermione was a little more composed. "Sorry, Professor," she began timidly. "But we were hoping Harry could join us for a bit before the game starts."

Snape's eyes narrowed. "And where are your parents, Mr. Weasley? Do they know you've wandered off on your own like this?"

But before Ron could answer, Sirius suddenly popped out of the tent, sending the already nervous Gryffindors back another step. His eyes immediately landed on Ron. "Hey! You're the Weasley boy, aren't you?" Sirius exclaimed.

Ron gulped and nodded. Sure they knew the man was innocent, and they knew he was Harry's godfather. But still, this was the man that had caused them so much fear in third year, broke into their common room, and was rumored to be insane. The maniacal looking grin on his face wasn't helping either.

"Sorry about the knife thing last year," Sirius continued as if he had no clue what his presence was doing to the two teens. Ron paled at the reminder of that night. "No hard feelings though right?" Sirius finished cheerfully.

Severus rolled his eyes. "Black! Cease your moronic babbling," he growled impatiently. Then he pinned Ron down with a narrowed eyed look. "Are you going to answer the question, or must we stand around all day, waiting for you to find what little dwindling intelligence you have left."

"Hey!" Ron shouted.

Harry had been watching the whole time, and suddenly burst out laughing. "They're just messing with you, Ron," he said, rescuing his friend. "Just answer the question so we can get out of here, will you?"

Ron sagged in relief. "We're in lot 68."

Severus was silent for a moment. He had misgivings about letting Harry go off with his friends alone. It wasn't as though the Golden Trio had a very good track record, but he also didn't want to smother Harry either. The boy practically raised himself, and he wouldn't appreciate being monitored too closely. Finally he relented.

"I want Harry back here promptly at 1 for lunch," Severus ordered hoping that Arthur and Molly could handle this gigantic brood. "And I better not get a report from one your parents that you're causing any trouble."

All three shook their heads quickly before Severus waved them off. Sirius went after them too, but Severus held him back. It would be good for Harry to spend some time with children his own age, and besides it was time for Sirius' daily meditation exercises. "Come on Black," he ordered, sweeping back into the tent. "You've got a couple hours of meditation to do."

"Awww man."

Harry walked with his friends silently for a moment, content to just observe the interesting field of tents laid out before him. There were three African wizards sat in serious conversation, all of them wearing long white robes and roasting what looked like a rabbit on a bright purple fire, while a group of middle-aged American witches sat gossiping happily beneath a spangled banner stretched between their tents that read: THE SALEM WITCHES' INSTITUTE. It was only just dawning on Harry how many witches and wizards there must be in the world; he had never really thought much about those in other countries.

"I'm glad you guys were able to find me," Harry spoke first. "It's a zoo out here."

"Look, mate," Ron said, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I'm sorry about not inviting you."

"Yeah. We thought you were stuck at the Dursleys," Hermione added.

Harry felt a spark of irritation. That was sounded like such a weak excuse. The least they could have done was ask. But he didn't want this to ruin his day. "It's alright," Harry said easily. "I thought I was stuck there too until the Professor sprung me."

This allowed his friends to relax. "So Professor Snape is staying with you, then?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know how you do it, mate," Ron added in blatant admiration of Harry's ability to live in close quarters with the most feared and hated teacher of Hogwarts.

Harry merely shrugged. Compared to the Dursleys, Severus was a saint. "I told you, he's not so bad. Come on, I got a couple hours before I have to go back and I remember seeing some stands nearby."

Ron went a little crazy with the Ireland curios and ended up not having enough money for the omnioculars. So Harry ended up purchasing 5 pairs, figuring Severus and Sirius would appreciate them too. Meanwhile, Hermione got them the programs and the map of the stadium.

"Hey mate, where are you sitting?" Ron asked interested. "Maybe if we're close enough we could switch some seats around and sit together."

Harry hesitated, already knowing how Ron would react. "Ummm, Sirius managed to get seats in the VIP Box."

Ron's face scrunched up, a mix between surprise and poorly hidden envy. "Oh, you lucky dog! That's where we're supposed to go too, but some snobby rich folks kicked 5 of us out just a couple weeks ago. Now half of us are sitting all the way near Ireland's goal posts. We'll be lucky if we can see any action at all."

Harry's swallowed thickly. He had a horrible suspicion that his, Severus and Sirius made up for three of those 5 seats, but wondered who the other two belonged to. "So ummm, who are the lucky ones?"

Ron's face darkened even more, and Harry regretted having asked. "Dad, of course, and then there's Percy," Ron grumbled. "Claims that sitting in the VIP box will help him kiss up to all the higher ups in the Ministry."

"Well I think it's admirable," Hermione sniffed. "If Percy wants a job in the Ministry he has to start getting to know them. It's all part of the networking process."

Clearly Ron didn't care about that. "Well, then there's the Twins. Apparently they have some hush, hush business with Mr. Bagman," he continued. "It's so obvious that it's just an excuse, something the Twins made up to get into the VIP box too. But Dad fell for it."

Harry nodded along, trying to look sympathetic to his friend's plight, until he heard a familiar name. "Mr. Bagman?" he repeated. "Isn't he's the head of the Department of Gaming and Sports."

Here, Ron brightened up a little. "Yeah, he and my dad are old buddies. It's because of him that we are even here at all."

Harry did a mental count and realized that Bill, Charlie, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were relegated to the public stands. "Well, that's the important thing right? That you're here?" Harry said, pushing away his irritation again. If it weren't for Sirius, Harry wouldn't have even gotten a chance to see the game at all because his so called friends had completely forgot about him.

Suddenly, he didn't feel too guilty about taking Ron's ticket from the VIP box.

After that, and with souvenirs in hand, they decided to go back to the Weasley's tents so Harry could see everyone. When they arrived, the entire bunch of red heads, all 7 of them (minus Molly), stopped what they were doing and waved at him.

"You've been ages," said George, and grinned when he spotted Harry.

"Hey, Harry, glad you could make it!"

Each of them waved, smiled, or nodded to him in greeting. It looked like Mr. Weasley was crouched over a pile of twigs, struggling with something in his hands.

"Dad's having fun with the matches, again," said Fred, seeing Harry stare.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione stepped closer to see that Mr. Weasley was having no success at all in lighting the fire, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Splintered matches littered the ground around him, but he looked as though he was having the time of his life. "Oops!" he said as he managed to light a match and promptly dropped it in surprise.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley," Hermione said kindly, taking the box from him. Ron gave a shout of excitement when she got the fire going, and Mr. Weasley looked at her in wonder.

Harry sat between his friends near the campfire and took a moment to finally look around. It looked like this was the designated area for many of the Ministry members. Some of them greeted the Weasley family cordially as they passed. Eventually, Bagman himself spotted them. "Ahoy there!" he called happily. "Arthur, old man!" he puffed as he practically skipped over to the campfire.

"Pull up some dirt," Arthur said invitingly, moving the clutter around to make a spot for him.

"Don't mind if I do," Ludo said, plopping himself down. "What a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming… and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements… Not much for me to do!"

Arthur chuckled at him. Behind them, a group of haggard-looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of a magical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air. "Everyone," Arthur began. "This is Ludo Bagman, it's thanks to him that we've got these tickets -"

"No thanks necessary, Arthur." Bagman nodded in general to the enormous brook of red heads, missing Harry and Hermione, who were tucked Bill and Charlie's larger forms. Not that Harry wanted to be noticed or anything, but if Bagman had seen him, Harry was sure he wouldn't have started on the next line of conversation. "It was a shame though that you had to lose those VIP seats."

"It's alright," Arthur replied easily. "Besides, it's not like I can complain. We don't know who those tickets went to and beggars can't be choosers."

"You mean Cornelius didn't even tell you?" Ludo asked, looking far too eager to share some gossip, and Harry suddenly wished he could find a way to sneak away without being impolite. It was like watching a train wreck about to happen, and Harry couldn't do anything about it without making the situation worse.

Arthur shook his head, leaning forward curiously.

"It happened about a month ago," Bagman began. "Black strode into Cornelius' office, asked for tickets to the World Cup and suddenly I'm called to the Minister's office to hand over three prime VIP tickets, just like that!" Bagman shook his head, completely unaware of the trouble he was causing. "I tried to tell him that this late in the season, all the tickets were sold out, but that's Minister Fudge for you. Ever since Black was released, the whole Ministry's bending over backwards to make it up to him. Not that I'm not sympathetic…the poor man, Azkaban for 12 years and innocent all along." Then he began chuckling. "And then two weeks later, I'm called to give up two more tickets to these lady friendsof Cornelius, if you get my meaning…"

Harry had stopped listening after that and wished he had taken that moment to escape. All the red heads were staring at him, with varying ranges of 's though was the worse. His whole face had darkened, fists clenched at his sides, and shot Harry a nasty glare before he jumped to his feet, knocking his plate over, and stomped angrily away from the camp.

"Umm…" Harry rose to follow after, but a hand held him back.

It was Bill, one of the Weasleys who were pushed to the public stands. "Give Ron some time," he said calmly. "None of us really care where we sit."

"That's right, Harry," Charlie confirmed, trying to help smooth things over.

Behind them, Bagman was sputtering, finally realizing that Harry Potter had been there all along.

Harry nodded, though still uneasy. A glance at Ginny told him that not all of them were so forgiving. As for Hermione, who didn't really care for Quidditch in the first place, shared his unease. "It's probably time I get back anyway," Harry said. "Or Professor Snape will use me for spare potion parts." He tried to sound casual, but his joke fell flat.

A few of the red heads protested, but they all knew if Harry stayed, everyone was going to be awkward. Hermione followed him a little ways. "I'll talk to Ron," she said.

Harry shook his head, looking in the direction that Ron stomped off in. "Don't bother," he said, feeling tired of dealing with the other's moods and jealousy.

A/N: And that's the beginning of the end of the Golden Trio. Thank goodness, because I am starting to hate writing Ron. Every time his character comes up, my typing speed drops to a crawl, so you can blame him if my updates are slowing down...LOL.

I had a lot fun writing tag-teaming Sev and Sirius though, which brings up something interesting. A good number of you guys are wondering if I will pair Severus up with Sirius, and honestly the idea has never occurred to me. While I love the idea of them being together, I hesitate only because I dislike stories where Harry discovers he's gay, and all of a sudden all the other characters become gay as well. But if there's enough of you who want this pairing-I secretly do too-I think I can make it happen since it won't affect my plotline too much. Just let me know.

Next up: My version of how Harry and Marvolo handle the World Cup Riot. And two chapters away from Severus meeting Marvolo!
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