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Captivated	By : ArtisticRae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 31383 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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After ascertaining that the safe house was still structurally secure after thirteen years of neglect Voldemort was anxious to check the status of his horcrux’s health. He trusted Yaxley, as much as he trusted any of his followers, but in a matter of this importance there could be no toleration of failure.
Voldemort sighed. He could already tell that preserving Harry was going to be a gigantic headache and would add a mountain of trouble onto his already daunting list of things to do. He momentarily contemplated the merits of just permanently keeping Harry dosed with the Draught of Living Death just to spare himself, but he knew that ultimately it wouldn’t do. Harry would be far more valuable to him if he could get him onside and he was not going to allow one of his own horcruxes to persist in rebellion against him. Harry would be made to accept his new circumstance. He WOULD join the Dark Lord or he would be broken until he had no remaining will for rebellion.
Voldemort entered the makeshift infirmary room in the basement of the safe house to find that the boy was lying unconscious on the bed.
“How is the boy?”
Yaxley turned face him. “The boy’s condition is worse than I would have expected considering he is the vaunted savior of the light. His injuries from today are easily fixed and are mostly healed with the exception of a broken ankle which I will treat after the acromantula venom has been purged from his body. What concerns me more are the symptoms of long term abuse that his body has suffered. He has several improperly healed fractures in his ribs and limbs and he has symptoms of acute malnutrition. It is obvious from my scans that he did not ingest enough calcium as a child for healthy bone growth and as a result his growth was stunted and his bones are brittle. In addition to that his organ tissue has also suffered damage from what I assume to be periods of near starvation. It is difficult for me to wrap my head around how it is possible that he could have been this abused without the wizarding world becoming aware of it or intervening, but as he has been under Dumbledore’s protection I can only assume that this mistreatment is part of some greater plan to mold the boy with hardship.”
Voldemort was furious. To think that a fragment of his soul was forced to suffer yet again, that a piece of his soul could have been lost to him before he ever even knew of it. Had one abusive childhood not been enough for his soul to bear? If Harry had died and his soul had been released he would never have had any reason to suspect that a fragment of his soul was lost and wandering at large. He attempted to rein in his anger. It wouldn’t do to misdirect his fury at Yaxley. He needed Yaxley to fix this.
“What is it you intend to do to fix these deficiencies?” Voldemort asked in a steely tone that passed as calm for him.
“I think it best that we put the boy in suspended animation for a few months with the draught of living death. I can not image that he would be cooperative with treatment by a death eater, nor do I think it likely my affiliation can be concealed for the long term. Most of the bones in his body will need to be systematically vanished and regrown with skele-gro following an aggressive regimen of calcium rich nutrition potions. Once his body has regained healthy bone density I will begin treating the other symptoms of his malnutrition and repairing the damage that was done to his organs. While he is on the regimen of nutrition potions it would also be worthwhile to administer growth potions to help restore him to the natural growth proportions that he would have achieved had he not been starved as a child.”
“And after all of this he will be well?”
“Yes, the treatment I just described would restore him to good health within three months. Though I admit even after that time I will likely recommend that he continue taking mild nutrition potions for months to come. I may also suggest that he take vision corrective potions. Though that will require his waking cooperation which may be difficult to obtain.”
“There can be no mistakes in this matter. The full restoration of Potter’s health is to be your first priority. I will leave you to your administrations. Do not fail me.”
Without further adieu Voldemort swept out of the infirmary and made his way to the ritual magic chamber in the basement of the house. He took a deep breath and allowed himself a brief moment to gather his resolve. The ordeal ahead would not be pleasant but it would be necessary. He had seen in the boy’s mind that his diary had been destroyed. Meaning that the fragment of soul previously ensconced in the diary was now untethered. This couldn’t be allowed to persist. It would be disastrous if a second Tom Riddle became corporal and without a vessel to entrap it the soul fragment would not even serve as a horcrux.
No, the only choice was to reabsorb it and to that he would need to feel remorse for murdering Myrtle Warren. He had never regretted her death for her sake. The girl had been intellectually mediocre, had been descended from filth and had been uniformly despised by her peers for her clingy, overly emotional, and perverse personality. She had had no friends to speak of at Hogwarts and had not been missed. No, Voldemort would not be able to make himself feel remorse for HER sake. But perhaps… Yes, he could feel remorse for her death. For the inconvenience that her death caused him. For the fact that Hogwarts had very nearly been shut down and that he had been forced to abandon the chamber of secrets.
He did regret that loss. Dumbledore always watched him annoyingly closely after that. He had never again been able to slip into the chamber. He had been forced to relinquish the library of his ancestor. The priceless knowledge in those tomes was lost to him just because a stupid mudblood had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yes, he regretted that he wasn’t more careful with the basilisk, that he hadn’t ordered the basilisk to petrify only BEFORE leaving the sink. He regretted… he regretted.
Voldemort felt a sudden intense pain radiating outwards from his chest and a powerful whirling of dark magic all around him flowing into his body and burning him from the inside out. He felt his skin melting and morphing. His body sinking several inches. His skeletal fingers fleshing out, his scalp itching with the rapid eruption of new hair follicles. He was trapped in a whirlwind of his own magic unable to hinder or even properly assess what was happening to his body. He hadn’t anticipated any physical changes accompanying the reabsorption of his errant soul piece.
He mentally chided himself for his impulsive and unresearched actions as he endured the worse pain of his life. It was so foolish of him not to account for how the ritual remorse would interact with the resurrection potion that was still fresh in his body. But then as fast as the pain had begun it ended and with it his magic released him and he collapsed sprawled onto the floor of the ritual chamber. He allowed himself to fall back onto the floor. He knew he did not have the strength to stand and there was no one present to witness his fleeting moment of weakness. He spent several minutes just breathing deeply and calming his racing heart before curiosity got the better of him.
He pushed himself up from off the floor and made his way back upstairs to the anteroom where he had glanced at a floor length mirror when he first arrived. He stepped back in shock as he first glimpsed himself. At first glance he looked like the spitting image of his sixteen year old self. From the neatly coiffed raven hair to the perfect straight nose and full lips. It was only upon deeper inspection that he could appreciate the vestiges of his ritually restored body. His eyes were still crimson and his pupils were still slitted. His skin still held an unnatural pallor though admittedly not the stark white he had been before. His tongue was still elongated and forked at the tip. Everything else though… he gave himself a thorough inspection from head to toe. He regretted now that he had not taken the time to fully inspect his ritually created body. He had not thought it at risk and now he couldn’t be certain how much had been changed by the reabsorption of his horcrux.
Unwilling to waste time lamenting the possible unknown side effects of his rash reabsorption of his soul fragment, especially when there were so many more important uses for his time and energy, Voldemort made himself busy accessing the current ward scheme and making plans for improvement. The wards as the currently stood were adequate to hold of an assault from the light for long enough for the people inside the wards to escape but they would not be able to withstand a prolonged siege. Moreover, there was a decided lack of cloaking wards. He did not want this house found. Harry Potter was his now and he was not going to allow his horcrux to fall once again into the hands of his enemies out of negligence.
Perhaps he would even use the fidelius charm. There would be a certain poetic justice to him using it to actually protect Harry Potter. He smirked at the thought of how the light would react to that. He could just image their outraged faces at the thought of him using their own tools against them. Unlike many Voldemort didn’t believe in restricting himself to one branch of magic. Light and Dark it was all arbitrary distinctions designed by political factions to divide the wizarding populace. Magic was power pure and simple and he would use any and all of it to achieve his desired ends.
What to do about the boy though. He knew from their encounter at the end of the boy’s first year that Harry would not be swayed to his side by promises of ultimate power or immortality. The boy would need to be contained until he could be brought to heel. The fidelius charm would not be enough. It would keep their enemies out but it would not keep the boy in. No, he would need to take drastic measures to keep the boy by his side and he had the perfect idea of what he could do.
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