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Deliver Me	By : Aresgodofchaos Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15669 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would not be a struggling college student. I would be somewhere in the sun drinking Cristal.

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-A real chapter at last
- 2
- 3
- 4
N: As I said I am not running things according to canon. So to the few who sent me messages there is no need to remind me that I write something against the canon. That is the whole point of Fanfiction. If you want canon please read the books.
Chapter 3
Later in the month …
Harry was on the wooden board in his cell. His cough had progressively gotten worse over the days and he had a fever. He did not know however, that he had small green spots on his back. He was presently looking at his meal that was by the door. There had not been any meals for the past two days hence he had no need to move save to use the waste pit in the far corner of the cell. Harry began to slowly crawl towards the door where the piece of bread and his bowl of water were placed. He slowly began to eat and drink in small sips in the hopes that he could trick his mind and body that he was eating a lot of food. However, the tiny meal was finished far sooner than he hoped. After pulling himself from the farthest corner in the small cell to use the bathroom, Harry went back to his wooden board.
Harry was not thinking about potions or past lessons today. His mind wandered onto wizarding society. During his last year at school and the bit of the summer he spent in Little Whinging before he was sent to Azkaban, he had read about the customs, holidays, and roles that are present within wizarding society. When he first went to Hogwarts he honestly thought the school was decent mirror of the society itself. He could not have been farther from the truth. Then again many of Harry's ideas were colored by Dumbledore, the Weasleys, and Hermione. There were far more pureblooded families than he thought and muggleborns occurred far less frequently. Squibs only occurred in those few families who decided to inbreed (such as the Gaunts, Figgs, and a few other families; this practice was looked down upon) and in cases of muggleborn heritage. Many muggleborns (and the few halfboods who grew up in the muggle world) at Hogwarts had ideas that were diametrically against wizarding ideals and customs. Hermione often thought that certain areas within wizarding society should be fixed which she was trying to attempt with S.P.E.W. She just could not understand that house-elves loved to serve; even Dobby who was technically a free elf still lived to serve. Hermione might have been book smart however all could not be learned from a book. It was not a muggle's place to try to change a wizard's world after all it is the muggleborn that was the visitor. He himself had been guilty of that. Harry could now understand why many wizards disliked , Harry understood many of the reasons for restrictions against muggleborns and quite frankly he agreed. They all came into the wizard world with set ideals and thought the others should change for their benefit.
Many wizarding holidays were not celebrated at Hogwarts and Harry figured that was due to the influence of Dumbledore and the presence of many muggleborns (all muggleborns in the UK attended Hogwarts). Instead of teaching muggleborns traditions they were simply taught magic which could eventually become an exposure risk because many muggleborns did not stay within the wizarding world. Also Harry knew those who grew up with magic mostly knew at least the first year material in certain classes if not more. Children raised in the wizarding world had their education slowed down due to muggleborns at Hogwarts. On top of that a few muggleborns, such as Colin and Justin, were adamant against same-sex couples. The fact is it was common due to the fact that same-sex couples just like their heterosexual counterparts could have children through potions or natural means (for those who had creature inheritance). Harry firmly believed that muggleborns should be taught wizard etiquette, culture, and customs before entering the school system so one would not be blindsided as he had when he first entered the wizarding world. When he remembered the abuse with the Dursleys and what he learned of Tom's early life before he closed the link with occlumency Harry firmly thought magical children should not be raised in the muggle world especially since muggleborns did not occur often (according St. Mungo's it was 1 in every 2.5 million births). From birth, a muggleborn child is documented in a book deep within the depths of the Ministry. It would probably be best to either bind the family with an unbreakable vow so they could not talk about magic outside of their immediate family or to obliviate the family and take the child and place the child in a wizarding orphanage. Unlike many muggle orphanages, children within wizarding orphanages are gladly taken care of by the Ministry and are often adopted by many because children are seen as a treasure. Harry laughed a bit to himself. If Tom Marvolo Riddle had been adopted or at least raised within a wizarding orphanage, which valued children as all wizards do, he might have become Minister of Magic and done great but wonderful things with that driven mind. Instead the cruelty warped his mind until all that was left was slight madness and darkness. Although bits and pieces of Tom's ideas had merit, however, Tom and the Death Eaters became lost in the somewhere in the rhetoric and failed to realize with some of the attacks they were risking exposure to muggles and were harming the very society they were trying to protect.
Harry shifted on the board. His back was hurting and he had a dull headache which was caused by the fever. He curled into a ball on the board. His mind drifted onto other things.
There is only one wizarding school in England but most of the other European nations have more than one. A majority of the English wealthy and elite send their children abroad for a better rounded education. Besides, Voldemort is seen only as a British problem by most foreign Ministries of Magic. He might conquer Britain if people like Fudge and Umbridge follow the deep pockets of their cronies but then again the neutral families will most likely stop this when push comes to shove. If I ever get out I am leaving England. Conquering Europe will never happen; foreign wizards will not want to be under a dictator's rule. Hogwarts is too narrow-minded in their teachings. That is what gives Tom the upper hand. We are not properly trained. Magic is magic. Even wingardium leviosa can be as deadly as avada kedavra. It is the witch or wizard which determines the outcome. Even the champion of the light is a fraud. For all of Dumbledore manipulations he cannot be purely light; all he is purely selfish. He knew the conditions his 'golden-boy' suffered growing up with those bigots. Wizarding England is bloody lucky I did not become a little Tom. Hmmm….I wonder why I never received any invitations to other schools. I wonder what else that twinkled eyed, lemon drop offering bastard managed to hide from me.
Harry then shifted into a more comfortable position and fell into a sleep was interrupted by the frigid aura of the dementors. Since he slept with his occlumency shields at the max he no longer heard his mother's screams. He was only awakened by the dense cold that seemed to seep into the frail limbs on his small body. Azkaban was his icy hell.
At the same time at Riddle Manor….
"Lucius, what do you mean possible heir?", spoke the reptilian Voldemort.
"My Lord, I learned that Lord Weldon could not receive the inheritance because according to the Chief Head of Inheritance an heir is alive," said Lucius in cool deference while on his knees.
"Interessssting that answers one question I have had for the past twenty years. An heir from the Tremaynes could be of utmost importance. Luciusssss look carefully and see if you can find any clues as to where the heir might be. Over a hundred and seventy years have passed so the trail might be a bit cold however you will not fail; issss that undersssstood? You made an egregious mistake in the past and I have not forgotten. You have five months to locate the heir," said Voldemort in a sibilant voice.
"Yes, my Lord,' said Lucius as he rose from the floor. He bowed and then quickly disapparated leaving Voldemort alone in the throne room.
An heir. This person must be found. The connections I could receive will be outstanding and perhaps bring a goodly amount of the neutral families to my side. That old worthless twinkling windbag will never know what hit him. Then again maybe it would be best to use the heir and then arrange a convenient accident and then take what is rightfully mine.
Voldemort twirled his wand in his hand. He had plans to attack Moreshire, a wizarding village in the southeastern part of Britain. The last of his remaining horcruxes were in that town and he needed it. He needed to rejoin that piece of his soul to him. He had realized a couple years earlier that he had literally divided his magic with the process so he began to rejoin the pieces of his soul(although this did not cure his touch of madness, egotistical personality or his features: an unfortunate side effect). It was unfortunate that the diary had been lost however the proper punishments had long been mete out. The horcruxes has served their purpose. He would need to find another way to achieve real immortality.
Since the battle at the Department of Mysteries, the public knew Voldemort had returned and hence he had changed his tactics. A slower and cunning victory was needed. Attacking the villages and small towns outside of the largest wizarding cities and towns was the right move. Since Potter was put out of commission by his friends he did not overly worry. Perhaps in five or ten years I will break him out of Azkaban when he is sure to be mad and use him or kill him. Either way it works in my favor.
"Wormtail, get here now!", shouted Voldemort.
Peter quickly ran into the room and knelt before Voldemort and kissed his robes. Although the man now had regular access to showers and semi-clean clothes he still resembled a dirty rat.
"Ye...yes..my Lord," said Peter while groveling before his Master.
"There will be a raid tonight. You will accompany the other and Flint. He is your responsibility. Do not fail. Leave," said Voldemort with an icy voice yet dismissive voice.
"Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord," said Peter. He quickly ran to the door.
"Wormtail," said Voldemort in a sickeningly calm voice.
Peter turned around; however, he was not given the chance to speak. He was immediately hit with the cruciatus curse. Peter screamed and flailed on the ground while Voldemort looked bored.
Neither man knew at the time how the raid would change events in ways they could not begin to imagine.
Dumbledore sat in his office sucking on his new muggle candy called Nerds, which was made by a fellow named Wonka. They were like little pellets and were sweet however they did not touch his sweet tooth like lemon drops did. He looked at Fawkes and then thought about Prisoner 291345. Dumbledore knew the boy was not guilty. He had stealthily used legilimency on Potter when he was in a Ministry holding cell. Death Eaters did indeed attack the Dursleys and murdered them in a horrendous fashion. However, in the end the deaths were still Potter's fault. The wards had failed. Dumbledore had wracked his brains for the reason for the failure. Potter must have said out loud that he no longer considered 4 Privet Drive nor the Dursleys home or family at some point that summer. That had to be the reason the familial protection wards failed. He had made those wards with a bit of Lily Potter's blood when Potter was a mere baby. Besides, after the deaths of Remus and Sirius Harry had grown forlorn, distant, and was extremely upset that the Headmaster had already known the prophecy and had not told him. Harry then began to question certain decisions the Headmaster had made in his life over the years. Harry had needed to be taught his role once again and the death of the Dursleys had inadvertently served their purpose.
"Fawkes, an old friend will be returning to Hogwarts soon. Perhaps by the winter holidays," said Dumbledore while looking over her half-moon lenses. Fawkes just gave a sad trill.
I will remind the right people within the Ministry that a proper trial was not given and then make sure Veritaserum is used during this round. He turns seventeen this week. I will have to make sure that the Ministry revokes his adult status and I will continue being his magical guardian. Besides Harry has been in Azkaban so long he could not possibly be completely mentally stable. Potter will be happy that I have rescued him and in his joy he will cleave to his old friends and then things will be how it should have always been. After he fulfills the prophecy I will find a new role for him or depending on his health have him put in St. Mungo's.
Dumbledore then opened his top drawer and took out his stash of lemon drops.
"Lemon drop Fawkes?", asked Dumbledore with a kindly smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.
Fawkes gave a disgusted trill.
Same day late at night in Moreshire…
Fifteen death eaters made their way through the sleepy streets of Moreshire. They had just left the old Gaunt cottage where Voldemort had moved his Slytherin locket horcrux over two years earlier. Of course only two of the Death Eaters present knew it was a horcrux and they were Rodolphus Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew; the others were under the impression they were retrieving an important and highly magical artifact. Lestrange was in charge of this mission. There were several voices behind Lestrange, who was leading the group, in conversation.
"Whoever is making noise behind me better shut their damn mouths or I will do it for them permanently. Believe me your death due to your stupidity will not gain you any mourners among us. It's bad enough that fucking incompetent rat forgot the portkey," said Lestrange as held the locket in his hands. He could not have been sent with more incompetent backup. Then that idiot Flint made so much noise by breaking a window in a store with a stray stupefy that he sent to a pixie that flew too close to his face and then Pettigrew forgot the damn portkeys. The dunce Flint only gained entry into the higher rankings of the Death Eaters due to the standing of his father and Pettigrew was only good to step on.
The Death Eaters quickly walked to the apparition area outside the village. Moreshire was one of the smaller wizarding villages that only had one set area for apparition. It attracted elderly wizards and younger wizards just starting families hence there was no need for the hustle and bustle that were present in larger towns and cities hence the apparition area was a bot outside the village limits. However, as they were making their way to the apparition area more than a dozen pops sounded behind them. Twenty-five aurors had appeared.
"Halt," shouted the auror who was obviously in charge.
"Shit Aurors. Attack by all means do not be taken alive!," shouted Peter. The Death Eaters attacked the aurors. However, they were outnumbered.
"Confringo, confringo!" shouted one of the Death Eaters as he shouted the blasting curse at two aurors.
"Locomotor mortis, petrificus totalus !" shouted one auror. A death eater fell completely stiff with his wand in his frozen hand.
Several other aurors completed the same spells. Five death eaters fell. The aurors immediately accioed the fallen enemies and their injured co-workers and then portkeyed to the Ministry.
Rodolphus saw the five outer circle Death Eaters as they were portkeyed away. Shit. This is not good. The mission has been compromised. I must make sure the others don't get caught. They don't' know everything but they know things. I am going to get that blasted rat for this. Rodolphus put the locket in a pocket within his robes.
"Entrelago, entrelago, avada kedavra, flagrantum corpus!," shouted Rodolphus as he sent two entrail-expelling curses, a killing curse, and a body-burning curse. Three aurors fell down dead and another was badly injured.
Peter sent bone-melting curses to several aurors, however, his aim was slightly off so therefore he hit the aurors in their legs. They fell in excruciating pain. Yet Peter was not watching his back and was hit with a simply stupefy. The auror accioed his dead and injured comrades and the fallen Death Eaters and then went to the ministry by portkey.
Out of the remaining Death Eaters the highest ranked were Rodolphus Lestrange, whose mask had fallen off in the battle and Marcus Flint. The other death eaters were fighting valiantly as they slowly made their way to the apparition area. However there were aurors behind them in a pincer formation.
"Waverly, Titus, York, Jeffries, and Palden take the rear. The rest up front," shouted Rodolphus. The fight was spectacular. However, the outnumbered rear defense of the Death Eaters were killed by the rear guard of aurors. The remaining Death Eaters were sandwiched in. It was then Flint got an outrageous and brilliantly stupid idea in his head. His mind went back onto the body-burning curse he had seen Rodolphus use earlier. No time like the present, he thought.
"Fiendfyre," shouted Flint as he aimed his wand towards the rear line of the aurors. Unfortunately he never saw that Rodolphus had moved to cover the rear flank. The rear line of aurors recognized the spell which left Flint's wand and those in the front heard the incantation. They quickly apparated within Moreshire's village limits and used their magic to strengthen the protective wards from the spell that was notorious for burning out of control.
Rodolphus turned around and the look of horror which came across his face as he saw the brilliant orange and blue flames was imprinted in Flint's mind.
The flames quickly rose and took the form of an acromantula. For one second the flames stood still in the air. The fiery spider then raced towards the two Death Eaters not even giving the men time to run.
"Bloody fuck," whispered Flint.
Then flames then engulfed the two Death Eaters as they screamed in agony. The locket, the fallen dead, and a good portion of the forest were consumed in the enchanted flames before burning out.
Suffice it to say that Flint would never have made it in Ravenclaw.
Cliffy! Can any guess what will happen next? I should have the next chapter up before the weekend ends.
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