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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297598 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 33

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Lying there in bed, Harry groaned softly and pulled the pillow over his head as the sunlight began to penetrate his eyelids while he slowly woke up. He wasn't anywhere near ready to get out of bed as tired as he was. As Tom had said they had nothing to do that morning, even suggesting that he skip their workout to get some much needed extra sleep, he planned to do just that. Hell, he planned to do just that the following day at Hogwarts as well! Honestly, with the way he felt, he could easily just roll over and go back to sleep if the stupid sunlight would go away.

After coming too a little more, the bright light annoying him more than he ever thought humanly possible, he snarled, sat up, grabbed his wand then cast a spell to ensure the curtains were tightly shut then darkening and thickening them. Instantly, the room went back to a nice, cool dark that made him sigh contentedly. Tossing his wand back on the bedside table, he flopped back down and burrowed under the covers. Though the abbey was kept at a constant temperature, something comfortable, there seemed to be a slight chill in the air that morning. He guessed that it was because it had gotten colder out over night. That made no nevermind to him. Hell, it made for a great sleeping weather. Sighing softly, he found a comfortable place and relaxed. Though he knew there were things he could be doing, he was going to take advantage and get some sleep for a change.

Cracking an eye open, he glanced at Tom's side of the bed and sighed once more. His lover had gotten up some time ago, though he wasn't sure when, and had quietly left him to sleep, closing the door softly. He had hoped, with them having nothing to do that morning, that Tom would have stayed. The man was a workaholic though and driven so he hadn't counted on it. One could wish though...He was just glad that he was giving him the chance to sleep in. After all, it had been a rough week, one he didn't want to repeat any time soon.

Sliding over to Tom's side of the bed, the man's smell enveloping him, he gave a contented sigh then burrowed deeper into the covers, shutting his eyes again. Somehow, that soothed him and put a smile on his face. Eyes shut, he sighed once more then felt himself start to drift back to sleep.

About 10 AM, not having seen Harry come down from their room yet, Tom decided to go check on him. Oh, he knew that the young man was exhausted, there was no doubt there, but he hadn't expected him to sleep this long. That was, after all, very unlike his companion.

Stepping into the room they shared, he looked at the bed, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. It appeared to him that his young man was more tired than he had anticipated. With all the time turner usage, he supposed this was bound to happen once in a while. Harry was more mature and developed than most of his classmates but he was still a teenager and teens were well known for their love of sleep. It didn't hurt to allow him to indulge once in a while. Hell, he had even done such a thing when he was in school.

Quietly walking over, he sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful to not wake the sleeping young man, he ran a hand through the tousled black hair. Hearing Harry sigh, a smiled turned up the corners of his mouth. Sometimes it was hard for him to remember just what it had been like at this age. He had been driven, of that there was little doubt, wanting to learn and do everything in the world he was now a part of but it wasn't anything nearly as busy as what this young man was doing. Nor was what he did as complicated and stressful as what the dance Harry was going through between working with him on top of what he was doing at school. At times, well, he forgot that Harry was far younger than he was and not what anyone would consider an adult yet. He was, of course, driven to do what he did with an agenda in mind and plans in place to pull it off. No one, anywhere, could say he wasn't busy either but the workload for the young man lying in his bed was just as bad, if not worse, since he had to do the same kind of things not only here but at school on top of the class work and things like Quidditch. Then there was the stress of the double life he lived and the manipulations he had to do. That kind of thing wasn't something he had to deal with. Though Harry never mentioned it, the fact that he was doing a delicate dance with the fear of always getting caught in the background had to be wearing at times. There was also the maintaining of the facade that he was still the Golden Boy everyone knew. It had to be something that was exhausting. He, himself, had to maintain a front, of sorts, for his followers but it wasn't anything nearly as complex as what this young man did. So, honestly? If Harry wanted to take a day here and there to just sleep, he wasn't going to object. In fact, he thought it might be a good idea to implement such a thing once a month and ensure they both had time to 'wind down' slightly.

A smile quirking up the corners of his mouth, he had to snort, softly, at the thought of himself taking a day off. It wasn't going to happen, he knew that, but he supposed that he could, here and there, allow himself a less rigid schedule than he normally maintained. Everything, after all, was now running smoothly, progressing towards his goals at a pace he could accept. He was just a being that was used to staying busy was all. The thought of being a layabout in bed all day wasn't something he thought he could handle. He could, however, handle a day with no meetings or other things, just spending time with the young man sleeping in the bed. They could always find something to do.

Smile growing at the thought of what the two of them could find to do alone for a day had wonderful images dancing in his head, a feral grin growing on his face. For the most part, until Harry had come into his life, sex was something that had been relegated to the back burner for him. Though a pleasurable pastime, it was something that had to take a back seat to everything else. Now, well, he got to indulge as much as he wanted with Harry. He would admit that he enjoyed that far more than he thought he would. Power, they said, was the ultimate aphrodisiac, something he too had felt. However, Harry Potter, and what they did, was more so anymore. It was like a drug that he wanted to indulge in all the time. Unlike an addict, though, he kept it under control and didn't go overboard with it. He also forced himself to keep images of such things from playing out at the most inopportune times. Sometimes, though, that was a real struggle. That was something, personally, he found amusing and liked. It meant that the young man was more a part of his life than anyone else had ever been. He had, during his teenage years, when he had a couple crushes, experienced something similar but never this strong or alluring. It also lent to the feeling that it was meant to be. Of course, there was the bond that was there between them. That had its own pull and lent to the whole thing but he couldn't lay everything he was feeling on it either.

Quietly summoning one of the elves, he had them bring him some tea, making sure to keep it quiet so as not to disturb Harry. Stretching out beside his young lover, he slipped an arm over and raked his fingers through the tousled black hair, earning him a soft sigh from Harry, something that turned up the corners of his mouth. Seriously, though he had always been fastidious about his appearance, lately he had been more so than normal. Harry, because of all the physical activity he did on a daily basis at Hogwarts, not including Quidditch, would keep in shape easily. The workouts they did together just maintained that and defined the natural muscle mass he had. When it came to himself, though, that wasn't the case. He spent most of his time seated, taking care of the multitude of things that came with what he did. Couple that with the fact that he was older, his body's natural metabolism was slowing down, and he had to ensure that he did something to keep himself in shape and looking good. Harry, though more loyal than most of his followers, was still a very young man. And, young men could, and did, fantasize about others. That bond that was in place with them would most assuredly keep the young man from straying but he wanted to make sure that Harry always found him attractive. Doing that meant he had to be more astute about keeping himself in shape. Though Harry was strange, even finding his serpentine transformation 'hot', as the young man put it, Tom was self conscious enough about his appearance that he was going to maintain his build as long as he could. He was older, far older than Harry, and knew what that could mean. There was also the steady diet of rich foods and eating what he wanted when he felt like it that behooved him to keep up his workout regime. He wasn't about to let himself get complacent with it and slip then become like so many of the purebloods he saw; overweight and almost piggish in appearance. He and Harry were going to be together for a very long time. As the young man had the best years yet to come, it was up to him to ensure that he kept up, despite the age gap.

Settling back with a cup of tea the elf had brought, Tom smiled softly as he sipped at it. Though, normally, something like this would be something he couldn't handle, his mind would catalog all the things that had to be done, making him twitch. This time, though, he was content, his mind, though dancing towards all things that needed done, it wasn't pressing like it normally would be. This was good. It would get better when he and Harry no longer had to wear the masks they did, but he was content for now. That's all that mattered.

Lying on an old stained bed in an abandoned house that he had somewhat taken over, Sirius Black was awake but didn't want to move. It wasn't that he was still tired or anything, he was just somewhat depressed and dejected. Being on the run and having to hide out then keep low wasn't his idea of a fun time. Sure, he was free and it wasn't as bad as Azkaban but it wasn't a great deal of laughs either. There were other options of course. He could always go back to being a prisoner at Grimmauld Place. He would be safe there and well fed, not having to scrounge like he did here but it was too much like being locked up again for his comfort. There was also having to deal with Dumbledore. He wasn’t sure that he could do that right now. Couple all that with how much he hated that place and he was certain that doing what he was happened to be a better way to go.

On the other side of the Galleon was Harry's offer. Though he would adore spending time with his godson, dealing with Voldemort, no matter what Harry said about him, wasn't something he was willing to do yet. It was, however, an offer he was starting to consider seriously. He would be, from what Harry said, very well protected. Hell, no one could find Voldemort so he was going to be about as safe as anyone could get.

Sighing, he slid off the bed the padded towards the bathroom to take care of things. Once done with that, he headed towards the kitchen. It was old and dirty but at least things still worked. Magic, of course, was needed to cook and things but he could handle that. On the plus side of this, he had managed to slip into a Muggle supermarket and pay for some things so he had plenty of food for now. After sitting down to a decent meal he was still troubled. He knew he should move on since he had been in this place for about a week but it was getting colder out and this place, though old, not to mention dirty, was fairly comfortable, staying warm since it appeared to be well insulated. Plus, he was near enough to a couple towns that he could easily get what he needed yet far enough out of them that people didn't seem to notice his presence. That was about as good as it got for now.

After eating and cleaning up, he went into what used to be the living room area and started a magical fire in the grate. It wasn't long at all until the house started to get nice and warm. Flopping onto the old, threadbare, dusty sofa, he sprawled out and got comfortable. Almost immediately, his thoughts went to the same place they did so often anymore; Harry. His godson was a big concern and the reason for a lot of self-blame.

Harry was so different than what he expected when he first saw him. During the third year, he had been so eager to abandon his family to run off with him that it should have sent up warning signals that all wasn't well with his relatives. At the time, though, he hadn't seen it. He should have, but he didn't. Instead, he had followed what Dumbledore wanted him to do and left, staying away. Then the whole bit with the Tri-Wizard Tournament and Harry had changed so much. Honestly? He could understand it. Everyone had pretty much abandoned his godson and left him alone. Then Harry had taken the path so many had before him with no one bothering to step in and do anything. It seemed that Dumbledore was content to let it play out just as it had. The result of that was something that bothered Sirius to no end. He could understand why Harry had done what he had. Hell, he had seen it enough that he would have expected it from most anyone. That didn't mean it didn't bother him though. His godson had taken the dark path and seemed to be happy.

Though he didn't like it and cringed at some of the choices Harry made, let alone how bloody casual he was about some of it, he was going to stand by him. He would give advice, point out that he didn't like it and why but he wasn't going to turn his back on the young man the way so many had. He knew what that felt like and wasn't going to do it to another being, let alone his godson. It was troubling though, more than he ever cared to admit.

Sighing, he scrubbed a hand over his face and thought over all the things Harry had told him about Dumbledore then the talks he had with Remus afterwards. He didn't like the conclusions he came to privately, let alone what he and Remus had sussed out about it. It all did seem, from what they could see, to make sense. Along with that, it seemed to be true. The more he thought back over what he had seen, heard and what had been done, he thought Harry was dead on about it. There was anger about that as well, especially when it came to his own situation and the handling of it. Dumbledore would have had to know he didn't do it but let him go to Azkaban over the whole thing then just left him to rot, never lifting a finger to get him out. If the old man was willing to do that, he was certain that Harry was right on most of the other, including stuff about him. That he didn't like. Nor was he in a position to do anything about it or protect his godson. One word from Dumbledore in the right ear and he was Kissed. The threat was never made to him by the old goat, but it always hung in the air. He was disposable and knew it. No, he wasn't going to give the old coot the chance to do that to him so he would stay away. If the worst came to worst on the whole thing, he would take Harry up on his offer. He wouldn't like it, but he would at least be out of danger and not having to stay on the run.

Sighing, he leaned forward, put his forearms on his thighs and let his head drop down, eyes sliding shut. This, from what he could see, shouldn't be as complicated as it was. There was supposed to be a light side then a dark one, not all the shades of gray in between. Not only that, they shouldn't have the one being that was supposed to be the epitome of the Light acting like the bloody Dark Lord himself and playing humans like they were just pieces on a chessboard. Worse, in his eyes, was what he was doing to Harry. Harry, though he no longer acted it, was still a child, a teenager. He should be allowed to act like anyone else his age not having a crazy old man try to manipulate him into his own death. That, though, is exactly what the old man was doing. No wonder Harry had gone the path he had. If the Light treats you this way, the Dark begins to look pretty damned good as an alternative. As least they wouldn't do this to you.

Thinking about the Dark of the whole equation, his thoughts immediately went to Voldemort. Sure, his stomach would start to curdle at the thought of Harry being involved with him and all the evil things that had been done before but if Harry was right and truthful, something he was sure his godson was, then Voldemort sure as hell was treating him better than Dumbledore's side ever had. That troubled him. He was, of course, certain that Voldemort had plans for Harry, though Harry would probably argue with that, stating he knew them, but it couldn't be worse than anything Dumbledore did.

Shaking his head, he let out a loud groan. How he wished for the days where this whole thing was black and white, not the convoluted mess that it was now. That wasn't going to come back into play, no matter how much he wished for it. Too much had happened, too many people's plans had been exposed and come to light for everything to go back to a battle of good versus evil. Hell, from the look of things, it never was that way to start with, no matter what anyone thought at the time.

Staring into the fire, he thought about Lily and James. They had to be turning over in their graves regarding this. Lily had a temper, no doubt about that, and if what he knew now was revealed to her, he was certain that Dumbledore wouldn't survive an encounter with her. James, of course, would be no better. He, like everyone else, had been blinded by the old man as to what was really going on but this was his son they were talking about and no one would have survived if James found out what was really going on. Dumbledore would have been dead and his old friend Kissed over it but Harry wouldn't be going through what he is now.

Thinking that over, he wondered what Lily and James would want him to do now, what would be best for their son? Certainly, staying on Dumbledore's side wouldn't be it. Too many were following that old man blindly for Harry to be safe. Even if he was gone, many would cling to the plans he made or the man would take steps to ensure that they were fulfilled.

On the other hand, he didn't think his old friends would throw themselves into the Dark side of things either, following Voldemort after all that had happened. However, he could see that they might allow Voldemort to protect him. No, they wouldn't like what their son was now but he was sure they would understand how he got there.

That left the question of what would they want him to do. Of course, that was an easy answer; protect Harry. And he couldn't do that being on the run like he was. No, that meant he had a decision to make, one he didn't like. In the end, he would do so though. It was just going to take some time to resign himself to it was all. He would, in the end, he was sure, go to Harry to help protect him. He just couldn't do it right now. He needed time to deal with it.

Lost in thought, Sirius stared into the fire, not paying attention to anything else. That's why he was suddenly startled by sounds of people outside the house. Heart hammering in his chest, he quickly put out the fire then cast a disillusionment spell on himself. Quietly, he slid over to the window and peered out, judging that was the place he heard the voices from. One glimpse was enough to send his stomach sinking and his heart rate through the roof. Aurors. Several of them. Glancing at the group, he couldn't see any in the mix that belonged to the Order. That would have at least bought him some time. Quickly, not wanting to engage the group, he went to gather his things, thinking to Apparate away then find somewhere else. That plan, though, was quickly dead ended when the anti-Apparation wards went up around the house.

Sirius knew that the fight was now coming. Nor was he going to go out without putting up one the likes of which they had never seen.

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