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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297907 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter 30

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Standing in the closet that held the time turners, Harry clutched onto the one he was going to use but was reluctant to turn it back for the first time. He knew what kind of pain was coming when he did it and was less than thrilled to re-experience the whole thing, let alone do what was needed when he got there. Clutching the invisibility cloak around him, he checked to make sure he had everything he needed tucked away as well as the three notes clutched tightly in his hand as he wasn't going to be able to do much thinking through the pain when he got back. The plan was in place, how to go about it was laid out but that didn't mean he wanted to suffer through that 'vision' and the pain that went along with it again. He had to though so, rather than keep dwelling on it, he steeled himself for what was to come then began to turn it backwards, making sure, as he always did, to be precise. When he stopped and the blur that always accompanied going back sped by the one who had stopped, the pain once more hit him like a hammer, almost driving him to his knees.

Concentrating on staying as focused as he could get, Harry activated the Portkey then was whisked away. When he landed, he had to gulp several times to keep the rising gorge down then slowly made his way down the tunnel to the statue. Any other time he would have checked the map but, right now, his head hurt so bad he couldn't see straight. He and Tom had calculated the best they could when to land and where Draco would be so that's what he went by. Making certain his entire body was completely covered by the cloak, he exited the tunnel then looked around. As they had planned, Draco was still in sight so he hissed his name as loudly as he dared. When he saw the blond look back, he lowered the invisibility cloak enough so that he could see his face then motioned for him to come there.

Seeing the blood still dripping from the scar, Draco looked around to make sure that there was no one about then hurried back to Potter. Seeing from his face that he was still in obvious pain, he said, quietly, “What do you need?”

Gulping repeatedly to try to keep the contents of his stomach in place, Harry just thrust three notes in his hand, each with a name. Panting, he said, “Read yours then go get Thor.” Then he began to fumble for the Marauder’s Map that was in his pocket.

Nodding, Draco quickly tore into his then read it. Making sure he had the whole thing memorized, he lit in on fire before saying, “Got it. The map?”

Handing it over, Harry told him, slipping the cloak off and sitting down heavily, “Just hurry, alright? Get Hermione first and make sure I get the map back.”

Nodding, Draco dashed off after a quick 'will do'. Looking down at the map, he quickly found Granger's name not far off and headed her direction at top speed.

After getting close then seeing on the map she was just around the corner, he tucked it into his robes then rounded it, almost literally running into her. Seeing her puff up and looking to go on a tirade of some kind, he stopped it before it began by saying, “It's Potter. He's back that way by the statue!” Pointing back to where he had left Harry, he told her, “Go to him. Something's wrong. I'm going to find a teacher.”

Though many questions she wanted answers to boiled up in her mind, Hermione just nodded then said, “Alright,” before hurrying off in the direction he had pointed. Concerned, she moved as fast as she could, wand out.

Relieved that it went well with Granger and he didn't have to get into some long explanation, he pulled the map back out then looked for Prof. Rowle's name. Seeing it just one floor below, seeming to be walking around, probably patrolling, he took off in that direction as fast as he could. This was big, really big, and he didn't want to mess it up or give it a chance for someone else to get involved before he could find who he needed.

Thor was doing his normal nightly assigned patrol before calling it a night. Of all the things he had to do, this was the least stressful of his duties and responsibilities. He would be the first to admit to himself that what he was doing, and the dangerous dance that came along with it, was hard. Going in, he had expected it to be a difficult thing to pull off but as time wore on it grew worse. There was so much at stake and the fear of being found out was high enough that it wore on him. It was worth it, though, so he would continue. Not to mention that the Dark Lord trusted him to do this. There was no way he was going to let him down.

Turning a corner, he meandered his way along, calculating how much time was left before he could head to bed when he saw Draco Malfoy headed his way at a dead run. That, in and of itself, was a strange sight so he stopped to see what was going on.

Panting, Draco rushed up to Thor then stuffed a note in his hand with a curt, “Read it! It's important!”

Though this was extremely odd coming from the young Malfoy, he nodded then opened the note. One quick perusal was enough to tell him this was, indeed, something quite important. After a careful quick read through, he did the same thing as Draco did, lighting it on fire so that it wouldn't accidentally fall into the wrong hands. “Where is he?” He asked shortly.

Quickly, Draco gave him detailed directions. “Granger is with him so you might want to get there quickly.”

Nodding, taking that into account, he then told the blond, “Go get Severus like it says. I'll meet both of you there.” With a quick nod, he was then off, heading the direction he had been pointed.

Like Thor, Severus was doing his nightly rounds before retiring to his chambers for a cup of tea then bed. He, too, always seemed to use the time to wind down from his now stressful life. It was a way to take out his temper on the miscreants that he caught out after curfew and deduct points, handing out detentions. That always seemed to put him a better mood. Normally, this was fairly easy duty. Sure, there were always a couple that were caught out after curfew but, for the most part, it was quiet. Most nights, it was like a walk before bed to relax. Though there was a great deal of turmoil over many things, especially when it came to his role in it, this was peaceful. He liked that.

Walking down the hall, though alert for bodies that weren't supposed to be around, he was mostly just thinking over the myriad of things that he was trying to figure out and wasn't paying that close of attention to much else when he happened to glance up to see Draco headed for him at top speed. Eyebrow arched, he stopped and waited to see what this was about. The younger Malfoy was, generally, too concerned with appearances to do something like this. Not to mention the fact that was undignified, something that Draco was loath to do.

Following what he did with Prof. Rowle, Draco thrust the note into Severus' hand then said, “Read it, it's important!” Then he tried to catch his breath from the run through the castle.

Taking it, Severus quickly digested what the note said, face set into grave lines. As the others had done, he destroyed it afterward then said, “Where is he?”

Quickly, Draco gave him directions before telling him Granger was with him.

Nodding, Severus said, “Go back up there and tell Prof. Rowle I'm on my way with some kind of reason for me being involved. I'll get what is needed and meet you there.” Then, quickly, he headed towards the dungeons.

After catching his breath, Draco took off back the way he came. As he knew the plan, he also knew where to look for them and made a beeline for Prof. Rowle's office.

When he got there, he found the Death Eater and Granger fussing over Harry. It was obvious that he wasn't feeling the best. Green and pale, he was shaking as he held a basin of some kind one of the two had conjured but he was busy, from the sounds of things, arguing with Granger. It seemed that she had been fed the line about the vision and wanted to get Dumbledore. As would be expected, and was according to the plan he saw on the note, Potter was telling her in no uncertain terms he didn't want the manipulative old coot there. Prof. Rowle was holding an ice covered cloth of some kind over his scar and he noticed a couple spots of blood on it.

Having heard him come in, Prof. Rowle looked at Draco then asked, voice slightly tight, “Were you able to find someone?”

Thinking quickly, he nodded then said, “I ran into Prof. Snape on the way. He went down to his lab to get some potions and will be right here. I explained what I thought was going on and he seemed to understand what was necessary.”

“Good. When he gets here we can contact Prof. McGonagall. She's his head of house so she has to know.”

Looking around, Hermione pursed her lips and looked doubtful but said nothing. She couldn't figure out why Draco seemed to be acting like he was going to stay there. Nor the fact that Prof. Snape was going to be involved but she at least got that. He would at least know what to do to stop the pain. Then, well, if Prof. McGonagall was involved she would feel better. At least she would know more of what was going on and what to do about it. Though Harry didn't trust Headmaster Dumbledore, and she, herself, wasn't sure about him anymore, he needed to know about this! It was obviously a vision of some kind. That he needed to be aware of. Harry's visions never meant anything good and she was certain this was the same thing. Focusing back on Harry, she wrung her hands slightly. It was obvious that he was in serious pain. She did want to know what was in the vision but wasn't going to ask with Prof. Rowle or Draco around. It was just going to have to wait until they were alone and he felt better to do that. Then she was going to make him tell her everything.

Then, after what seemed like hours, Prof. Snape swept in, carrying some kind of potions with him. After shooting her a glare and sneer at Harry, he quickly conferred with Prof. Rowle to see what was going on. Just as he was about to determine what to give the young man, Harry stiffened up then began to hiss in Parseltongue, saying something or other. It didn't last long but, for Hermione, it was chilling. Once he finished, Harry threw up in the basin, shaking violently.

Looking at the brat, he could understand better what the note had said to him. This wasn't at all normal. Nor would it have been one of the Dark Lord's visions. There was something off about it. But he could understand what the Dark Lord was asking of him as well. Nodding, he told Thor, “Go get McGonagall. She'll probably have to help him back to his dorm.” Looking at Granger, he sneered then ordered, “Go help him, Miss Granger. You saw more before we were notified than we did. She'll want to know just what's going on with him.”

Though reluctant to leave her friend alone with both Snape and Malfoy, Hermione nodded, doing as she was told, following after Prof. Rowle with one parting glance to Harry. All she could hope was that Prof. McGonagall could be easily found then get here quickly.

Quickly, Severus uncorked the potion for nausea and had Potter take it then he gave him the one for pain. Sitting down, he waited for them to take effect while checking to make sure Thor had a privacy ward in place. There wasn't anything he was going to ask the brat, though he was curious as to how the note from the Dark Lord seemed to indicate that he knew about this or that it was coming. Oh, there were most certainly questions about that and he was most assuredly curious, but he wasn't going to ask either. It was his assumption that he would know the next time he had a meeting with the Dark Lord. Now, he just had to wait.

Quickly, Harry could feel the potions working and the pain lessening to the point he could function again. First thing he did was hold his hand out to Draco for the map.

The blond seemed to know what he wanted and handed it over though he decided he was going to see if he couldn't talk Potter into allowing him to copy the thing. It could be most useful. “You better?” He asked, glancing towards Severus and keeping his voice down as though he feared someone would overhear him.

Nodding slightly, Harry sighed and leaned back, rubbing his hand over his face. Huffing, Harry said, tone weary, feeling worn out from going through it and the potions, “Yes. I can safely say, though, that I don't want to ever go through that again.” Looking at Draco, he told him, “You better get out of here before McGonagall shows up. It'll look suspicious.”

Seeing the wisdom in that, Draco nodded. After a glance at Snape, who also nodded in agreement, he quickly left, planning to make himself scarce until his patrol was done. As it was, he wanted to think the whole thing over to see what he couldn't figure out. Then he planned to wait to question Potter more the following night. This was decidedly strange and he was curious as to what was going on.

Glaring at the brat, the Potions Master said nothing but he was most decidedly curious enough that he hoped the boy would say something.

Sensing the look, Harry looked at Snape then gave him the best version of his cocky grin then said, softly, voice slightly uneven, “It was a vision but it was fake. I don't know what it is or where it came from, but it wasn't from the Dark Lord. I know that for a fact.”

One eyebrow sliding up slightly, Severus said nothing though he wanted to. Instead, he waited to see the brat would say anymore.

“With the 'strained' relationship I have with Dumbledore,” Harry tried not to sneer too much as he said the name, “it would look odd if I went to him with it. This is the best way to go about things.”

“And the Dark Lord...” Snape said before he could help himself but quickly cut it off.

“He's aware of what's going on,” Harry told him shortly, not about to go into just how that might be. That would lead to questions that he wasn't ready to answer just yet. “This was his suggestion to deal with it. Prof. McGonagall will, undoubtedly, report to Dumbledore about it. That way he does hear, just not from me.”

That was very true, Severus knew. And smart. Everything would be accomplished and it wouldn't be out of character for the brat now. Perfect. Definitely the Dark Lord's planning in it. And Dumbledore wouldn't be suspicious about anything.

Just as Severus was pondering a couple questions that he thought he might be able to ask he was cut off from even thinking about it by Granger and McGonagall bustling in. Though the elderly witch nodded to him to let him know she was aware he was there, she quickly hurried over to Potter. Looking him over, she asked a multitude of questions about what happened and how he was doing, mentioning that she thought he should go to the hospital wing. Harry, though, managed to beg off, assuring her the pain was gone and whatever Snape had given him had worked, stating all he really wanted to do right then was go to bed.

That had seemed to work. After checking him over, the aging Transfiguration professor agreed. Sending him ahead a little with Hermione, she told them she would catch up quickly. Turning to her colleague, she looked concerned. “Severus? Was there anything about what happened that you noticed? Do you think that we need to see Dumbledore tonight? I assume it was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that the vision came from.”

Nodding, Severus replied, honestly, “I heard some in Parseltongue so I assume that's what it was. Once you see to your lion, I'll meet you in your office then we'll go to the headmaster.”

Looking grave, Minerva nodded then bustled off.

With a sigh, Snape rubbed his eyes in a weary way then hauled himself up to resume his rounds. This encounter raised even more questions that he wanted answers to but wasn't going to get any time soon. That was frustrating but it gave him more clues to work with.

Standing in his private quarters, Dumbledore backed away from the orb that resembled an overly large, red tinged crystal ball then flopped down in a chair, absolutely spent. Wiping a shaky hand over his sweat beaded brow, he let out a quivering sigh. Frankly, he was exhausted. Implanting that vision had taken more out of him than he counted on but it had to be done. Things had to be pushed forward if he wanted this ended before he died. If not, he had to ensure that Harry was moving in the right direction and wouldn't waffle from what had to be done. This was going to be part of the push that he needed.

Once his breathing calmed and the shaking in his good hand seemed to subside slightly, he reached for a large dose of Pepper-Up Potion he had made sure to have close at hand. What he wanted was to drop into his bed and sleep but that wasn't something he was going to be allowed yet. If he figured things out correctly, Harry, himself, wouldn't come to him with news of the vision but someone would. He was certain that either Severus or Minerva would be coming shortly with a report on it. As what he had done would cause the young man a considerable amount of pain, someone would have noticed it. That's what he was counting on. As close as Hermione was to him, she was probably going to be the one to notice and, because of what she was like, go to a teacher. At least that's what he was counting on. Not to mention it being a suggestion he had implanted long ago.

At the time he had done it, he really had no specific plan in place. It was just a vague notion that it might be something he would need in the future. Now, with how Harry had backed away and gone (in) a direction he didn't like, it was going to be needed. He was going to need every bit of help he could get for this to play out how he needed it to. Hermione and, probably, Ron were going to be needed.

Frowning, he drummed the fingers of his good hand on the arm of the chair as he thought of the youngest Weasley boy. That wasn't going well, honestly. He had noticed that the friendship between him and Harry was falling apart. No, it wasn't like they were fighting more like drifting apart as sometimes happened. It was, though, something he couldn't allow to continue. It was too late in the game for him to work on someone else. Ron had to be the one. That meant that he had to do something to repair the damage. As Harry had changed so much, not to mention was wary of him, that meant he had to focus on Ron.

Somehow, despite what was going on, he was going to have to work on the youngest Weasley male then get him to buddy back up with Harry, accepting the changes in his old friend and adapt to them. It wasn't going to be easy and would take a great deal of energy he was growing short of now but it had to be done. How though? That was the big question. Normally, such things took a lot of time and effort. He didn't have much of that now. The curse was already taking a toll on his body. His time was limited, he knew that. This was too important, though, for him not to try. Over Christmas break, he would start. He hoped, by the time he had things set in motion, that Ron would be with the program enough to do what was needed, cementing the trio once more. Between Ron and Hermione, he was certain that Harry would then stay headed in the direction he needed him to be.

Sighing, feeling weary despite the Pepper-Up, he tried to think what to do. This wasn't a task he needed right now. There were other things that had to be set in motion as well. First and foremost being finding his replacement as Light Lord. That wasn't as easy as it sounded. This was something magic was supposed to chose but, as he had the foreshadowing of his own death, he didn't have the luxury of a long grooming period. That meant that he had to work with the best candidates he had at hand. And the only ones he thought he might be able to do that with was one of the Weasley boys. It wasn't the best option in the world and he wasn't sure that, alone, they could fulfill the tasks that were needed to take his place but he planned to help it along all he could. Yes, that was cheating but he was the Light Lord so he would be able to get away with it as long as he played his cards right. He had to move on that though. There wasn't much time because someone that would follow his own agenda had to be ready to step in when his time ran out. It was possible, as he well knew, sometimes be years in between while magic made its choice. That couldn't be allowed to happen this time. No, if there was a lapse, the dark could take control and all he had worked for would be for naught. So, it was time to do some creative manipulating once more. He just had to figure out which one would be best suited was all.

Suddenly, he was startled out of his thoughts by the alarm going off that signaled that someone was headed towards his office. With a loud, pained groan, he heaved himself out of his chair and covered the crystal ball like thing with a heavy blanket that warded against anyone detecting that there was a dark object around. Slipping into the robe he would normally wear if he was woken, he made his way down to his office to deal with the aftermath of what he had done.
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