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Possession	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 85531 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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I feel I should point out that half way through writing this
chapter 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' was released and I read it.
(Yes, I like to have lots of chapter written before I put out one because I am
continually changing and updating them.) What that means for the fic is that I
lingered on St Mungo's and I knew a bit more about the way the Ministry
'buildings' were structured. Thus please forgive me if things seem a little
strange.
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Possession

Chapter XXXV -

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Voldemort smiled as he felt the apparation of the Auror's. His forces
had taken out the Muggle buildings easily before the Ministry was even aware of
them and then they had continued on to the Muggle entry of Diagon alley. The
Ministry had to respond then but by the time they had, his Death Eaters had
already entered Alley. The Aurors were coming in exactly where he had
anticipated them and his forces that were lying in wait would have no trouble disposing
of them once he gave the signal.
At the moment he was standing in the middle of the Alley. He'd been here
before. He'd just never been here with armed forces behind him. It hadn't
changed too much. Some of the store displays were different but those stores
essential to wizarding life were the same as he remembered from the first time
he had come here. The owls were different, some of the potion ingredients had
been moved but the stores hadn't changed. Even Ollivander's dusty windows were
the same.
"Mr Riddle."
The Dark Lord turned slowly at the voice and found himself looking into
silver eyes.
"Mr Ollivander," he greeted the wizard.
The aged wizard didn't even blink as he looked up and down the length of the
Alley and Voldemort knew those silver eyes were seeing everything, even those
Death Eaters who were still in hiding. "I see you've been busy," he
commented before looking back to Voldemort with calculating eyes. "And you
have given up your wand," he added.
"For the greater gain."
Ollivander smiled and nodded. "I no longer have the other wand,"
he said.
"Mr Potter's," Voldemort nodded. "I know."
"Dumbledore brought it to me to repair."
"Were you successful?"
"Partially although probably not in the way he wishes."
Voldemort felt something strange at that. It wasn't elation and it wasn't
depression but something like the two of them together. "Things never
happen the way he wishes," the Dark Lord said coldly but his venom was not
directed at Ollivander.
"Sometimes people wish to be blind."
"He was in a position where he could not afford to be blind. Was my
pain somehow less because of who I am?"
Ollivander looked on, his eyes showing nothing. "No," the wizard
answered truthfully. "Dumbledore still does not know why."
"Then I will tell him at the moment of death. Even he should then see
the irony of truth."
"Yes, I believe he will. I understand now," Ollivander nodded as
he turned back towards his store.
"Understand?" Voldemort's red eyes glowed dangerously.
"Take care of him although I believe he will take care of you even if
you have not yet chosen to reveal everything."
"In time he will know."
"Yes, he will eventually know that your understanding could only come
through experience. Come again, Mr Riddle, come again." With that Ollivander
closed the door to his store, disappearing into the gloom inside.
Voldemort inclined his head a fraction towards the man - Ollivander was not
a wizard you crossed, no matter how powerful you were - before he turned his
attention back to his campaign, his mind somehow clearer for the encounter.
The Aurors thought they had him surrounded. They thought he was just another
Death Eater. He could smell the fear on the young one's but he could also sense
their assurance. After all, he was but one Death Eater surrounded.
"Show your hands!" The lead Auror ordered.
Voldemort complied, holding his hands out, raising them slowly to the hood
of his robe. He pushed it back and was rewarded as recognition flooded into the
eyes of the Auror. A small chill smile settled on his features as he allowed
the magic to spark between his fingers before he cast it out, catching the
Auror squarely. The man fell but by the time his body hit the ground the Dark
Lord was already moving. It was time to show these insipid fools exactly what
was true power.
With the lightning reflexes of a cobra he lunged left, not even pausing as
he landed precise blows on the woman. Her wand clattered uselessly to the
ground as she clutched her throat, desperately trying to draw breath. A punch
landed directly between the eyes of another Auror and they fell before two
others managed to line their wands up on him. He flicked his hand out, catching
the spells and with a peculiar twist of his wrist he sent them back, amplified
before he ducked and swept the legs out from under three others who had decided
to try a more physical attack.
As he fought the Dark Lord frowned. He could integrate physical and magical
fighting seamlessly but he had never liked the image of himself doing it. This
was one thing a traditional classical education would have helped with, and the
one thing he was jealous, even after all this time, towards those purebloods
who had such an education. Malfoy... Snape... Pucey... Zabini... They were all
old wizarding names and they all learnt sword play. Lucius was especially
graceful, if pushed adequately but only Severus could really do that and he
hadn't allowed his servants to fight that way for years. He could easily hold
his own against them, and defeating them required just a little more power but
their styles were graceful. He always felt that his was clumsy, effective but
clumsy. Growing up in the orphanage had taught him the common way to fight. It
was rough, it was low and it was tense. He could never seem to relax enough to
make his movements flow.
Bemused by his thoughts, Voldemort paused, pushing back the remaining Aurors
by sheer force of will. He snapped his fingers, hauling the Aurors into the air
and ripping their wands from them. He twisted his wrist, holding his palm up as
he locked the Aurors into position. They hung in the air like slabs of meat.
Their robes swept against the ground. As two red robed Elites stepped into a
guarding position, Voldemort apparated away.
The Alley was his. It was time for the Ministry to fall.

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"That's the signal! Let's move."
"Wait," Draco's voice was soft but it was heard. He held up a
small ball like device that was flashing. "It is the signal... But we
should wait until the battle is fully underway. Once the idiot teachers are
distracted, or better yet, once they've rushed off we can strike."
"How long?" Crabbe was impatient.
"About an hour or so... We should have news by then."
In the corner Blaise smiled as did a few of the older Slytherins who were
going to help. The group nodded. "We wait."
"We wait," Draco repeated, stroking his wand. "Tonight
though, it ends." A new Dark Lord will arise and that pesky Potter
dies.

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Lucius looked down at the pulsing device in his hand. Around him the assembled
Death Eaters cheered at their Lord's call to arms. The Dark Lord had left him
charge of this battle group and was expecting his forces to attack St Mungo's,
joining several others who would make the assault from opposing directions. No
one was to escape and only those who offered leathal resistance were to be
killed. The Dark Lord wanted as many 'followers' to survive as possible.
The elder Malfoy had feigned honour when given the task although inwardly he
seethed. He was a senior Death Eater, he deserved more than to be attacking the
weak. But at least the Dark Lord had recognised that he should lead. Lucius
smiled. He would lead. Before the night was over he would lead the Dark. In the
midst of the battle his forces would strike and he would face off against the
Dark Lord and everyone, from the most loyal Death Eaters, to the still
surviving Ministry Aurors would see his triumph but for now he still had to
make the call to arms.
He held up the glass, it's pulsing light warm through his glove. "By this
sign our Lord calls us to resume the battle that was paused with his downfall.
By this sign we shall retake the rightful place of purebloods as the rulers of
the Wizarding World and then we shall crush the Muggles. Rise up now and strike
at those who would oppress you. Rise up and fight!"
Around the darkened room there were cheers at his speech before the
assembled Death Eaters began apparating. Several stayed behind a few moments
more, meeting Lucius' eyes. They were his chosen leaders. He nodded at
them before apparating himself. The time to fight was now.
It was relatively quiet at St Mungo's although Lucius could see that
security wards keeping Muggles out had been broken but temporary illusions had
been placed and two lesser Death Eaters were flanking the brief. Lucius strode
past them, his wand at the ready but as he continued further in all he saw were
stunned patients and Healers lying in pools of lime green. Every now and then
he would pass a Death Eater who had been stationed to guard but so far the Dark
Lords plan was proceeding smoothly.
Lucius hid a smile. The Dark Lords plan..? He wondered which Dark Lord
historians would attribute the plan to but then decided he didn't care. Plans
didn't matter, only the battles outcome mattered. He reached into his robes and
pulled forth a small mirror, taping it with his wand to activate it.
Voices issued from it and he listened with a critical ear as the other
attack squads reported in.
"...West wings fallen..."
"There's still resistance in the east ward, fourth floor. We're over
coming it but some Auror's have barricaded themselves into a ward..."
"Send extra troops to the East Ward," Lucius ordered and was
pleased to see two younger Death Eaters salute him before they trooped out. He
tapped the device again, widening its area of communication so that he could
report in. "My Lord," he began respectfully when the small glass ball
flashed once to indicate that he had the Dark Lords attention. "St Mungo's
is almost yours. There is some minor resistance from the East Ward but it is
being put down even as I speak."
"Very good Lucius," Voldemort's tone seemed happy and Lucius was
hard put to refrain from curling his lip in disgust. He wasn't a dog but the
Dark Lord was treating him as such. "Fortify your own position. Ministry
forces are responding."
"Yes, My Lord," Malfoy responded, inwardly growling. He could see
those Death Eaters loyal to him moving into position but right at the moment
those loyal to Voldemort were surrounding him. He looked around. "Fortify
our positions and drag the Head Healer here. If the Ministry want a fight, then
they'd better be ready to lose their Healers."
There were dark smiles around him and he was pleased to see several lime
robed forms being levitated into a central position. Lucius raised the
communication sphere again, listening as reports continued to flow towards the
Dark Lord. Over all the attacks were proceeding well and he couldn't help a
small surge of satisfaction. The more conquered now, the less he would have to
revisit.
"...we're being pushed back from the Halls of Records..."
"...they've barricaded the Ministers Office..."
"...Muggle Relations wings have been captured..."
"Auror's have sealed the Department of Mysteries..."
Lucius smiled. Things were progressing well, despite the seeming resistance
he knew that trapped Aurors were dead Aurors. With an odd wave of his wand he
let the communicator globe drop. It shattered on the polished floor causing
several Death Eaters to turn and look at him. But by then it was too late.
Around him had gathered his loyal Death Eaters and in a blaze of stunning
spells and Avada Kedrava's those loyal to the Dark Lord fell. He reached
into his robes and brought forth a second communicator sphere. He didn't even
bother to tap it with his wand to activate it but instead stretched forth a
small about of borrowed power. It flashed red but then settled on a steady
glow.
"Attack," he murmured the word, knowing the order was what
Xeoaph's forces were waiting for.
Throughout Britain, the darkness rose.
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