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Chapter XXXIII - ...And the Path

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For an instant he thought he was reliving his previous dream. The
world was covered in darkness but then he realised it was the dark of a
moonless night, velvety black and cold but natural and comforting in it's own way.
Once again he started from a distance and slowly spiralled closer. The
Ministry was whole although it did look as if it had been repaired. Some of the
facia panels didn't have the encrusted dirt of centuries. Gringotts
was as geometrically unsound as it had always been. He shot north and quickly
came upon Hogwarts.
Relief washed through him. The playing fields were green. There was a flash
of movement from near the centre of the oval and Harry zoomed closer. There
were two people there and as he swooped closer he recognised red hair that was
washed to almost grey by the dark night. The other had black hair and was
shorter than their companion. He gasped and was surprised and pleased when he
realised who they were - Ron and Hermione. Ron had his arms around her and
Harry realised with a start that she was pregnant. The two of them were
laughing about something and seemed completely content. He felt good seeing
them. It felt right but dream or not he didn't want to intrude on what was
their private time and so he left.
He rose again and looked at the Forest. It
was whole, it's darkness almost absolute but darkness it controlled. The Whomping Willow swayed slowly as if blown by a gentle wind.
The Shrieking Shack had almost completely collapsed but Harry could still see
it through the dilapidated and rotting wood. He paused for an instant, looking
at the pennants that fluttered from the towers of the castle. From most of the
towers the Hogwarts Crest flew but from the highest tower, surmounting the
castle was a different crest.
Harry flew closer to examine it. He didn't recognise it. It was black but
drawn on the black in fire was a serpent. It didn't look dark though and after
a moment Harry recognised it as a Basilisk. It had a long red crest and its
eyes were picked out in emerald. But while the symbol was strangely
non-threatening, Harry still moved forward and peered into one of the lit
windows.
By some quirk of physics or just the fact that this was a dream he was
looking straight into the Great Hall. There were still four long tables and he
could see students sitting there laughing and talking as they ate. He looked
towards the Head Table and saw many familiar faces but Dumbledore wasn't there.
Relax... He told himself at the surge of not disappointment but
slight concern that passed through him. This is the future... Dumbledore
isn't immortal. He looked back over the High Table. McGoganall
was there and Vector... He recognised Madam Hooch and several other teachers
but some were unfamiliar. I guess that's okay... He thought. Things
change.
And with that, he spiralled away, not seeing the phoenix that landed atop
the highest spire and cocked it's head at the black
pennant that waved there.
Harry didn't know where he was going. He flew over so much land and sea that
everything became a blur before it cleared again. He looked around. There was
another castle and like Hogwarts this one was set in a forest but it had no
playing fields. This wasn't a school. This was a castle, a centre of defence,
the place of rulers. Atop every tower was the black flame serpent pennant and
it was embossed onto the crest that was affixed to the gates.
As before he passed through the walls like a ghost but unlike before there
wasn't much to see in the chambers of the castle. The rooms were neat, tidy and
functional. The people in them were dressed neatly in some sort of uniform and
were going about their tasks quietly and efficiently. There was nothing unusual
happening here.
Silently he passed through the chambers and corridors before he emerged into
the Great Hall of this castle. Like his previous vision this Great Hall had a
dais and throne with a rich red carpet lining the approach to it. There were
still richly dressed people gathered around the throne and in the Hall all
talking quietly amongst themselves. Banners still hung
from the rafters and they bore many crests, some he vaguely knew and others
were new to him. But the banners were of many colours and the black flame
serpent that identified the castle was visible only in one place, behind the
throne.
But what was incongruous about this dream was that while there were no cages
interspersed with the banners and there were no prisoners or slaves in evidence,
lining the walls and standing guard at every important point were people Harry
would have sworn were Death Eaters. They wore black robes, held their wands or
swords at the ready and were masked in red. They looked and felt like Voldemort's Elite. But over their hearts was the flame
serpent.
But if they were Voldemort's, why was Hogwarts
intact? And where was his symbol, the skull and snake?
Harry looked to the throne. It was occupied by someone who had chosen to
keep their hood up and Harry couldn't determine who they were. There were two
others on the dais, their hoods similarly raised. They appeared to be waiting
for something.
Finally there was a stirring at the door and a basilisk appeared, silently
slithering along the carpet. It's eyes were closed but
it's movements were sure. It reached the dais and reared itself up, hissing
softly.
>It is nearly complete.<
Harry noticed that three of the people on the dais nodded while the others
watched on. The serpent only continued once the person on the throne gestured
towards them.
>The Forces are in position for when the call comes.<
The was a waver in reality beside the serpent and Harry almost cried out
when the waver solidified into darkness and from it stepped three people he
knew. Charlie Weasley, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
Charlie didn't look much different except he was older and had a few more
scares. His clothing was made completely of dragon skin and had the look of
armour. Remus looked wiser and was well dressed in
fine robes. The strained look that graced his features every time Harry saw him
was gone, the stress of being a werewolf somehow accepted by him. And Sirius... The haunted look that never seemed to leave
his Godfathers posture was gone. Like Remus he seemed
relaxed and at ease in the fine robes that covered him but unlike Remus his robes were still alive with the dark and as Harry
looked closer he could see the ties that existed. Somehow Sirius had become a
part of the darkness. He was still himself, still separate but he could call on
that power, he was that power. It was reflected in his eyes. They had always
been fiercely black but now they were fathomless.
As one the three of them bowed their heads but showed no further sign of
submission and Harry breathed a small sigh of relief. He had always known his
Godfather to show respect but there was something about him that said he would
die before bowing to anyone. Sirius wasn't being forced or coerced. The respect
he felt for whoever was on the dais was real. But that only raised Harry's
curiosity and he floated forwards, hoping to get a glimpse of whoever was
beneath those hoods.
Charlie stepped forward and spoke. "The Dragon Knights are ready."
Remus stepped forward next. "My Brethren will
enjoy this night. The ancient enmity will come to an end."
And finally Sirius stepped forward to speak. "We are yours to command.
Say the word and we will know life."
The three of them had spoken to the person on the throne but it was the
being standing at the right hand that nodded and pushed back his hood to
respond to them. Harry stifled a cry of disbelief. Red Eyes!
At least he thought it was Red Eyes but after a moments
contemplation he was confused. This being was young. Their face was mature and
bore brilliant crimson eyes but they still looked too young. He couldn't
remember much about his unknown lover but he had been sure that they were
older. How else would they have had the experience to truly understand what he
had been through and to accept absolutely. Harry shook
his head. This couldn't be Red Eyes. The magic aura he remembered was older.
This person looked and felt like a younger version of his Lover.
"Wait for Xeoaph's attack so that when our
strike comes it will seem like a gift from their Gods."
"What of the Vampire himself?"
Young Red Eyes glanced towards the throne before he continued. "Bring
the Vampire before us. I promised once I would show him what mastery means and
he is long over due for his lesson."
Sirius smiled, his glittering black eyes becoming alive. "I will see to
it personally, my Lord Voldemort."
Voldemort! Harry drew back. That couldn't be true. That wasn't
possible. Sirius would never... could never... No...
This wasn't true...
But if that was Voldemort... And
if that was really Sirius... Then who was on the throne? Who had the
power to make them both bow down to them?
No! This was just a dream... Just a sick twisted dream that bore even less
resemblance to reality than the previous one. It wasn't true.
It would never be true!
"Never!" Harry bolted upright in
his bed. "That's not true!" He gasped after a moment, his breath
whistling through his teeth. He struggled to calm himself as he noticed that
the shadows were writhing around him. They had reacted to his distress and were
seeking a target to attack.
>Master?<
Harry looked down to his arm and was only mildly surprised to find a serpent
twined around it. He had felt it earlier. "Just a dream," he murmured
to it and to the shadows that had stilled somewhat but were still restless. Snuffles was still curled at the foot of his bed, slumbering
peacefully. His coat blended well with the darkness and for an instant Harry
could see how the two could merge. He shook his head again looking back to the
snake.
>How long have you been there?<
The little serpent blinked and seemed surprised at the question. It was
midnight black and had a small plume on the crest of it's
head, almost like a feather. It's eyes were emerald
although Harry had the strangest feeling that they didn't have to remain that
way. There was something hidden within them but he didn't have time to
contemplate that because he realised that this little serpent was the exact
replica of the black flame serpent banner.
>I have always been here,< the serpent
responded.
>Always?<
>I was born for you.<
Harry frowned, that didn't make sense but then he understood what the
serpent meant. >How old are you?< He asked. The
snake had always been with him because it had known no other life. Someone had
set it on him to guard. But who had power of serpents? Did Dumbledore know
anyone? Because the only person Harry could think of would never think to guard
him.
>I am three months old.<
Three months..? That was right after he'd been attacked.
>Why are you here?<
>Master... The King set me to protect you.<
>The King?<
>The Serpent King?<
>But you are that.< There was no way that the
person Harry knew as the Serpent King had set this little snake on him.
>I am a Basilisk,< the little serpent
confirmed, nodding it's head. >I am a servant of the King.<
It was with trepidation Harry asked his next question. He had to know but at
the same time he wasn't sure he wanted to know. >Who is the King?<
The little serpent looked confused. >The King is the King,< it responded after a moment.
::The King is Voldemort,:: the Shadows confirmed
Harry's fears.
>Voldemort..?< He whispered.
The basilisk nodded. >The King,< it
confirmed. >Your mate.<
"My what?"
>Your mate,< the small basilisk said again.
::We tried to tell you.::
"My mate..." Harry whispered. "I do not want him," he
said suddenly. "Not him," he repeated. "I want someone
else."
>The King has chosen you.<
>I have not chosen him. I don't care what he wants,<
Harry said fiercely. >I do not want him.<
The little serpent blinked. It didn't understand. If Harry didn't want the
King, why had he slept with him and why were his thoughts towards the King
bordering on love? Did Harry not realise Voldemort only wanted to help him? It
didn't make any sense. >I was sent to guard you. Anything else is not my
decision to make.<
Harry nodded, thankful that the small serpent was letting the matter go. Red
Eyes was not Voldemort. Although it was possible Voldemort had sent the
snake to guard him. After all, the Dark Lord wanted to kill him personally and
if someone killed him before that where would the satisfaction be?
::Master, the danger remains. You can not be blind
to it forever.::
Harry frowned and drove away the thought. He didn't want to think about it
now. Once more he looked to the serpent on his arm. >Do you have a name?<
The little snake seemed surprised. >No,< it
hissed with a half regretful tone. >Names are not necessary.<
>They are. I need something to call you by. What would you like to be
called?<
>I don't...,< the little snake considered the
question carefully. >I don't know.<
>Sebastian?<
>No.<
>Salamir?<
>No.<
>Slytherin?<
>No.<
Harry frowned, he was running out of snake names.
At least, he was running out of those names he considered appropriate for a
snake.
>Salazar?<
>No. None of these names feel right,< the
snake hissed with a considering tone.
>Any idea on what would feel right?< ::Any
idea!::
::Not from us Master. We have no need for names.::
>I will know it when I hear it.<
>Severus? Syissa? Samuel?<
>Not 'S'. It will not begin with S.<
>Oh...< Harry frowned. >Hmm... Karand? Uyran? Xellos?<
>No... None of them.<
>Basil? Xephon? Zetsuei?<
>Basil the Basilisk?< The little snake
questioned with a laugh. >I don't think so.<
>Chaos?< Harry paused as the little red plume
rose slightly.
>No... But it's close. Cha... Xaos.< The serpent nodded. >I wish to be Xaos.<
>Xaos,< Harry said
softly. >Basilisk Xaos.<
>I will guard you, Master,< Xaos' emerald eyes looked up at Harry. >But when the
King comes, I will do nothing against him but I will do nothing against you
either.<
Harry blinked slowly. >I understand.<
Xaos looked slightly sad but then curled up again.
>Sleep now.<
>Not yet.< Harry looked up at the shadows.
>What did they mean? My dreams... They were visions... What did they mean?<
::The first was a warning. The second a presage.::
"Will it happen?" While he hadn't seen himself in the second
vision, he didn't want to see a future where Sirius was bowing to the Dark
Lord, even if Voldemort was bowing to someone else. He didn't want to see it,
even if he was dead, he didn't want it to come to pass.
::It does not have to. There are many futures but
Master... Please don't let the first come to pass. A variation on the second...
But nothing of the first... Please Master!::
"What are you afraid of?"
::The future... We have no desire to be trapped.::
"I can't let Sirius bow to Voldemort."
::Then don't but remember the warning - 'Be true
to your heart.'::
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