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Chapter 35 � Abaddon

Voldemort�s blood sizzled on the
open pages of the forbidden tome, which in turn became too hot to handle.� He
tossed the book, careful not to let any part of it fall within his protecting
circle.

Magiks Moste Darke burst into flames, flames which then formed
a torus extending from floor to roof within the cavern.� The flaming cylinder
glowed hotter and brighter until it was too bright to look upon.

Voldemort covered his eyes and
looked away, desperately hoping against hope that the flames wouldn�t consume
him.

Then all was quiet.

The man who had been Tom Riddle
turned to see the daemon he�d summoned.

What he saw was a tall, thin man,
dressed in a simple, white, hooded robe, like that of a monk.� He appeared to
be wearing an outer mantle of pure white feathers.� When the man pushed the
hood to the back of his head Voldemort gasped.

The man�s features were perfect.�
Pale, flawless skin, piercing blue eyes, and golden blond hair.

�I know, I know.� Not what you
were expecting, right?�

The man�s voice sounded like a
thousand melodious bells forming words.

Voldemort shook his head, �No,
not at all.�

�Well, you know how it is.� The
winners write the histories.�

�You are Abaddon?�

�Yes, God of Destruction, Lord of
Chaos, the one and only - excuse me for a moment, please.�

The man yawned mightily, and as
he did his mantle unfolded �they were, in fact, wings - like those of a
gigantic dove.� As he yawned the prodigious wings spread out and vibrated as
the fallen angel stretched with every fiber of his being.

�Gods of Old, that felt good.�

He captured Voldemort�s eyes with
his own and said, �Well, now.� To business.� Why have you summoned me?�

�To use your power to establish
me as the one indisputable ruler on Earth.�

�Hmmmm, all right then, power.� How
do you propose I do that?�

�Destroy my enemies.�

�What�s in it for me?�

�What do you mean?�

�Look, Riddle . . .�

�You know my name?�

�. . . yes, yes, and I know what
you want of me.� But you have to have something I want.�

�Well, there�s my soul.�

�You have a little less than
one-seventh of a soul left, and that�s not nearly enough coin to buy what you
want.� Besides, when you summoned me, you forfeited your soul, meager as it is,
in any case.�

�I can give you dominion over all
the muggles.�

�Now that I�m here, I can take
that at my leisure.�

�But I summoned you, I command
you!�

Abaddon shook his head, �You�re
only half-right Riddle - you summoned me.�

�I want to make my enemies, and
those who have betrayed me, suffer.� I want to cut a path of chaos and destruction
across the world!�

�Anything else?�

�I don�t want to die.� Ever.�

Abaddon sighed, �Take it from me,
Riddle, immortality consists largely of boredom.�

�Will you serve me?�

�No.�

Voldemort couldn�t believe his
ears, �No?�

�No, but I�ll help you.� You say
you want your enemies dead?�

�Yes.�

�So kill them.�

�They all have, and one in
particular has, powerful protections.�

�Have you tried a club, knife or
spear, bow or gun or bomb?� Nooooooo, you had to �Avada Kedavra!� this
and �Crucio!� that and �Sectum Sempra!� the other thing.�

�Word of advice, Riddle.� Keep it
simple.�

�You�ll help me?�

�Well, I always did enjoy a
little chaos.� Why not?�

The fallen angel looked at
Voldemort, �Fist, we have to do something about your image.�� With a wave of
his hand the Dark Wizard�s wounds were healed.

�Since your soul is so
fragmented, I can�t permanently restore your human appearance but this . . .�
Abaddon cast a powerful glamour, giving Riddle the countenance of a man on the
young side of middle age, with salt and pepper hair and goatee. ��This should
make you easier on the eyes.�

�Thank you, my Lord Abaddon.�

�Don�t mention it.� Now, who do
we kill first?�

�The traitors.�

)O(

Severus Snape thought Narcissa
might enjoy some fresh-cut flowers so he stopped by the little shop in
Hogsmeade on his way to the Prince Cottage.� He knew he�d enjoy whatever his
fiance was cooking up for him at home.� He and Narcissa and Draco had become
quite the picture of domesticity, his foster son had even taken to working with
wood, to the point where the additions to the Prince Cottage now included a good
sized room for Draco and a nursery for the bundle of joy that he and Narcissa
were trying so hard to make.

He smiled at the thought of
trying, yet again, tonight.� Perhaps Draco would like to spend some time with
his, what was she, his �grandmum�s� sister � would that be his Great Aunt?

Life is funny, he thought as he turned down the street to
his cottage.

And froze.

His books and the flowers he�d
bought for Narcissa fell to the ground and were forgotten.

His mother�s Cottage was a burned
out shell.

The dark mark hung over the
ruins.

Several people were milling about
the street, none daring to go past the low fence.

�Narcissa!� Draco!� Severus
pushed his way through the crowd, desperate to find his family alive and well.

Wand drawn, he approached the
crumbling walls, not daring not to look inside.

Two charred forms, their
blackened limbs curled in anguish, lay in the center of the great room.

A gentleman rested his hand on
Severus�s shoulder, �Were they dear to you?�

Numb from shock, Professor Snape barely
registered the question, �Dear to me?� What kind of question is that?� That�s
my family, the only family I�ve ever loved.�

�That�s good, Severus.�

Professor Snape looked at the man
in horror, �Do I know you?�

Voldemort smiled and plunged a
large knife deep into Snape�s belly.

Voldemort had his back to the
crowd so no one could see what he was doing.� From the street it looked like
the goateed man was comforting and consoling the homeowner, who was bent over
in grief.� In fact he was literally, as well as figuratively twisting the
knife.

�On the advice of a colleague,�
Voldemort said, �I�m keeping this simple.� Now to find Bellatrix.�

The man turned, bowed to the
crowd and disapparated.

A woman in the street screamed as
Severus Snape fell over and lay dying on the charred grass.

Harry �phased� onto the scene,
carefully lifted Severus in his arms and disappeared.

As he did, another hooded figure
apparated away.

)O(

�He�s lost a lot of blood,
Harry.� We can put him in stasis, but he�s not fighting to stay alive.�

�He thinks Narcissa and Draco
were killed in the attack.�� Turning to the man he�d hated most at Hogwarts
just a few months before, he said, �Severus, c�mon, remember the portkeys?� The
emergency portkeys we all carry?� As soon as Narcissa and Draco were attacked
they got out � they�re at Grimmald Place right now, under the fidelius.�� He
looked at Poppy, �Freeze him for now, if he sees that his family is okay he�ll
fight to stay alive.�

Harry placed his hand on Snape�s,
�I know how you feel, Severus, if it was my family, I�d just give up too.�

Astarte flitted down.� �Let me
try something.�

She sat cross-legged on the
Professor�s pillow and placed the palm of each of her hands on either side of
Snape�s head.

Sure enough she was able to enter
his thoughts.

)O(

Walking down a long, black tiled
corridor she saw a small boy huddled against the wall.� He�d wrapped his skinny
arms around his knees and was head-down, crying.

�Severus . . . Sevie?�

�You�re that tiny goddess thingy
that hangs around with Potter.�

It wasn�t a question.

�Yep, and I�m here to tell you
something.�

�What?�

�Don�t give up.�

�Why not?�

�For your wife, and son, and
daughter.�

�My wife and son are dead, and I
don�t have a daughter.�

�Yet.�

�Gone, gone, all gone, g�bye.�

�Remember the portkeys?�

�What portkeys?�

�The ones that all Harry�s wives
carry, in case they�re hurt or in trouble?�

�Yeah . . . wish I�d thought of
that.�

�You didn�t have to.� When
Narcissa and Draco became part of the Black family again, they got portkeys
too.�

�But, but I saw their bodies, all
black and burned and, and . . .�

Little Sevie burst into tears.

Astarte wrapped her arms and
wings around the small boy, �Shhhh, shhhh, its okay, those were just simulacra,
y�know, dummies.� That�s all, your fiance and son are just fine,
really.�

�Y-you mean it?�

Astarte raised her two middle
fingers, palms out, �Goddess�s honor.�

�Can I see them?�

�First you�ve got to get better.�

The boy stood as tall as he could;
now resembling the Severus Snape of his boyhood days at Hogwarts.� �I will!�

�Atta boy!�

In the waking world, Astarte
removed her hands, �Never mind the stasis, Poppy, he�s gonna fight to stay with
us now.�

Harry stroked Astarte�s hair with
the back of his index finger, �Thank you, Goddess.�

�You can thank me by doing
whatever I want when we're in dreamscape later.�

Harry smirked, �You little minx!�
Last time we did that it involved a tub of olive oil, a ceiling fan and a
trapeze!�

Astarte smiled and said, �Yeah. .
.�

�Ungggghhhhhh!�

�Severus, shhhh! Be still now!�

�H-Harry!� Vol-Volde-mort!�

Harry bent over to hear better,
�Voldemort did this?�

Snape nodded.

�G�ng fer Bel-Beltrix. . �

�He�s going after Bellatix?� He
knows where she is?�

Again Snape nodded.

Harry squeezed Severus�s hand,
�You get better now, y� hear? �Narcissa and Draco will be here when you wake
up, okay?�

Severus was already asleep.

�Best thing for him, dear.� You�ll
be wanting to go to Siberia now, won�t you?�

�I really don�t know,� he said,
gathering his newest bride in his arms, �on the one hand, he�s going after
death eaters, but when he�s done with them . . .�

Poppy kissed him lightly on the
lips and said, �Dress warmly, dear.�� Then went back to her patient.

Harry summoned his armor and put
it on while still in the infirmary.� As he walked purposefully toward the
Headmaster�s office he was joined by Hermione, Minerva, Angelina, Patricia, and
Alicia, all in armor.� Each with the Gryffindor crest, emblazoned in red and
gold, on their breastplates.

�Remember, no one attacks Riddle
but me.� Anyone else tries, its suicide, and no one here is authorized to get
themselves killed.�

As they entered the Headmaster�s
office they saw that Dumbledore was already dressed for cold weather.

�Parka�s?� he asked, raising his
wand to transfigure something.

�No, too bulky, might interfere
with movement, we�ll go with warming charms.�

�You might want to change the
color of your armor, Harry.�

�Good call, sir.�� Saying this he
and Minerva turned the gloss-black basilisk hide to a flat white to blend in
better with the Siberian landscape.� The brilliant gold coat of arms became one
done in shades of grey.�

Harry chuckled, �We look like
Storm Troopers from Star Wars.�

Hermione and Tricia laughed along
with Harry, the others just shrugged.

Astarte lighted on Harry�s
shoulder just as the portkey activated.

)O(

Harry and his Leaenae
arrived via Dumbledore�s portkey and thought they must have the wrong location.

There was no snow, just broken,
jagged rocks in a pattern of concentric circles radiating from the center of
town.� I was Harry's idea of a moonscape.

Neither were there any
buildings.� In fact it looked like the hand of God had come down and simply
erased Ust-Avam.

�What the hell?�

Astarte flew up and away.

�We must be in the wrong place,
Albus.� I mean, even if there had been some kind of attack, there would be
debris, bodies, pieces of the log cabins.�

�No mistake, Harry, I know this
place.� See those triple peaks over there?� This is the Taymyr Peninsula, but my grandson�s people . . .�

Harry saw the pain in his
headmaster�s eyes.� An entire village, perhaps half the remaining Ngansian
population, had, apparently been wiped out.

�What could have caused this?�
Harry asked, walking toward what should have been the center of town.

His feet crunched on something.

Glass.

The ground had been turned to
glass.

�Oh Christ, no!�

�Goddess! �Astarte, c�mon, we
have to get out of here!�

Harry quickly ran up the hill,
Dumbledore, spry for his age, followed on his heels.

�My Uncle Vernon used to talk
about turning "Liby," or �Paki� cities into �glass parking lots�.�

At Dumbledore�s confused
expression he explained, �I think a nuclear bomb went off here.� If I�m right,
we�ve all been dosed with lethal levels of radiation.�

�Leaenae, to me!� he called out.� As all his
lionesses converged, Astarte again alighted on his shoulder.

�Take us back, Albus, quickly!�

)O(

�Well, no trace of radiation
exposure.� Are you sure you were bitten by a radioactive spider?�

The NHS nurse wore modern scrubs,
not the classic nurses uniform he loved to see on (and take off of) his
�personal� nurse back at Hogwarts.

�Well, it crawled out of this
yellow bin with a radiation sign on it and up and bit me.�

�And this was at . . ?�

�Queens College, Oxford, ma�am.�

�Well, you�re clean. �I�m afraid
you won�t be turning into Spider-man anytime soon, dear.�

Harry decided then that all
nurses in the U.K. must have been taught to call their patients �dear.�

)O(

�So what was it?�

�Tanguska.� Hermione offered.

�Tan-who?�

�July thirtieth, nineteen oh
eight, along the Tanguska River in Russia there was this monstrous explosion, the
blast knocked out windows three hundred miles away.� Most scientists believe a
meteorite or a comet struck the Earth there and caused the blast.�

�So this happens often?�

�Geologically speaking, there's a
comet or meteorite hit about once every ten-thousand years.�

�So, two within the same
century?�

�Possible, but not bloody likely.�

From her window ledge Harry�s
personal goddess heaved a heavy sigh.

�Harry, Hermione, sweethearts -
falling stars and even �A� bombs, we can handle.� What we�ve got here is a problem.�

�Goddess . . . Mum?� What�s going
on here?�

Astarte appeared to be in a deep
trance.

�Seems someone else has come
through from the Between-lands.�

�Who?�

�Abaddon.� Someone has summoned
Abaddon, ancient god of chaos and destruction.� And I�ll give you three guesses
who.�

)O(

Voldemort was still vibrating
with excitement from the experience in Siberia. �An entire village wiped out in
the twinkling of an eye.� A flash of light, an ear-splitting blast and, when
the dust cleared, everything was gone.

When he'd asked Abaddon how the
deed had been accomplished, the Lord of Chaos simply said, �A dirty great snowball
from space.�

�And you can call down more like
it?�

�Yes, but not right away, the
�snowball� has to be close enough to our planet for me to �persuade� it to hit
the Earth.�

�So the next opportunity will
be?�

�In just under eighteen months.�

�Oh, good, we�ll keep that in mind.�

)O(

Narcissa and Draco set up cots
near Severus�s bed in a curtained off corner of the Hospital wing.� The
professor hadn�t awakened yet, but was showing signs of improvement.

Narcissa was nearly beside
herself with worry.

�Mother . . . Mum, you have to
calm down.� It�s not good for the baby.�

Narcissa�s head snapped up, �How
did you know?�

Draco shrugged, �I may have been
kicked out of this dump, but I was a Slytherin, and b�sides, you talked
to Madame Pomfrey, I mean Potter - that�s going to take some getting used to -
on the floo and ours is, um, was, a small house.

�So is it a boy or a girl?�

�A girl, Ruby-Anne.�

�Nghh hy f-fins.�

�Severus?� Sevie? Oh Sevie!�

�Nar-sisss, Dray . . .�

�Don�t try to talk just yet, how
do you feel?�

Severus, pale and clammy still
managed to roll his eyes.

�Mum, I�d say he feels like
someone tried to gut him like a fish.�

Severus groaned, looked at his
foster son and touched the tip of his nose with his index finger.

�See, right on the nose.�

�Madam Pomf, I mean Potter, quick!�

Poppy bustled over and ran a few
quick scans.

�Oh excellent, Professor, we�re
out of the woods now.� Just rest and do everything your wife-to-be tells you to
do for the rest of your life and you�ll be fine.�

Tears streamed down Narcissa�s
face as she grasped her fiance�s hand tightly.� �I was so scared, you were deathly
pale and . . . but you know what, I knew I hadn�t lost you.� You know why?�

Severus shook his head, no.

�I could feel you, right here.�
She said, thumping her chest.

�Merime?�

�Marry you?� Of course I�m going
to marry you, we�re engaged already.�

�Uh, meri me, now!�

�Oh, um, very well, nurse, Madame
Potter?�

�Narcissa?�

�Who can perform marriages here?�

�Albus Dumbledore can, my husband
can. �He is Lord Potter Slytherin after all.�

�Dmbl-door.�

�Professor Dumbledore it is.�

�We�ll need witnesses, dear.�

�P�py n� Mnrva.�

�Poppy and Minerva, anyone else?�

�Dray bestmun.�

�Draco, will you be the best
man?�

�Of course.�

�S�good.�

Poppy bustled over and handed
Narcissa a large bouquet of daffodils.

�Thank you, Poppy; they�re
lovely, and so appropriate.�

�How so, Mum?�

�I guess I never told you, Dray
darling, the other name for the daffodil is the Narcissa.�

)O(

The wedding was necessarily
short, and the honeymoon postponed, but the marriage was duly noted in the
Ministry registry and, as Narcissa was already pregnant with Severus�s child,
pre-consummated.

Harry came by a bit later with a
set of keys, which he placed in Severus�s hand.

�Keys to your house, I cussed and
cursed and blackmailed a few goblins into rebuilding the place and now Prince
Cottage is a four bedroom, two bath flat with central heat and a basement the
size of a dungeon for spell casting and potions experiments.� It�ll be more
house to clean but, on the bright side, less verge to keep up with.�

A single tear rolled down Snape�s
cheek as he thanked his �father in law.�

�Its okay, Sev, it's what families
are supposed to do, care for each other.�

�Harry,� Poppy asked, �why are
you so hateful to the goblins? �I mean, you seem to get along so well with all
the other magical creatures.�

�Oh, Helena taught me that
goblins detest common human courtesies.� To be polite to a goblin is the worst
kind of insult.� Goblins who interact with humans in the bank undergo years of
training so that they don�t jump across the counter and rip a client�s throat
out for saying �Thank you,� or, even worse, �Have a nice day�.�

�So, in order to respect a
goblin, and to be respected in turn, you have to be rude to them?�

�Oh yeah, the ruder the better, and
if you can best one in business, as Helena has done several times this year,
you are held in the highest esteem.� Right now there are dozens of goblins at
Gringotts who adore our Helena, cause she�s such a money-grubbing, absolute bitch
toward them.�

)O(

Voldemort was frantic; he had
gone to Malfoy Manor, only to find it a live-in school for mudblood orphans.�
The fact that he, himself, had been a �mudblood� orphan didn�t reduce his
revulsion by a single iota.� If anything he was irritated to see these children
well fed, clothed, educated and all around cared for.

�Accio diary.�

Nothing.

He�d gone to the London Zoo�s
Reptile House only to find an actual python in the enclosure that had held
Nagini.� He stretched out his mind to try to find her and couldn�t.� She was
either on the other side of the planet or she was dead, in which case he was
down to three.

He took the key to the Lestrange
vaults only to find them completely empty, that bitch Bellatrix had stolen
everything from the vaults, knowing full well what the cup was.

�I now regret the loss of
Ust-Avam,� he seethed �I�d very much like to �chat� with Bellatrix right about now.�

Voldemort approached the cave
with trepidation.� The boat was still there; he took it to the island and compelled
an inferi to drink the contents.

He breathed a sigh of relief as
the locket came into view, then panicked again as he realized this was NOT
Slytherin�s locket.

To
the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you
to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real
Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope
that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B.

Flinging the faux-locket into the
water Voldemort took the longest boat ride of his life, well, it seemed that
way at the time.

As he entered the inner cave, he
nearly pissed himself when he saw the empty sarcophagus.

The Diadem.� He�d left Rowena
Ravenclaw�s diadem in the �Hide-me� room at Hogwarts.

He had to go to Hogwarts.

�How do I get past the wards?�

Abaddon was not half fed-up, �How
does anyone get into the school?� You walk up the road and pass through the
main gate.� Your glamour will hold up to the closest scrutiny.� Just tell them
at the school you�re so-and-so from the department of something-or-other and
they�ll not give you a second look.

�While we�re there we�ll leave a
few surprises for later and, if we�re very lucky, we can off a Potter wife or
two.�

)O(

Mr. Filch eyed the two gentlemen
with suspicion.� Mrs. Norris had run like a scalded, well, cat at the sight of
them.

�Archivists, you say?�

�Aye, caretaker, to see Ms. Pince
about increasing her library by half � there have been multiple endowments from
some of the oldest wizard families, all Hogwarts alumni, in the form of ancient
texts and scrolls.�

Thinking how pleased Ms. Pince
would be, Mr. Filch wasted no time leading the wizards to the library.� As soon
as the three men rounded the corner, Voldemort muttered �Imperio.�

�Take us to the seventh floor.�

Voldemort stood staring at the
wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Balmy.� �This is the room of hidden
things.� I discovered it when I was a student here, and later, under that old
fool�s nose, I left something of great value in this room.�

Pacing back and forth the wizard
muttered, �I need to retrieve that which I�ve hidden, I need to retrieve that
which I�ve hidden, I need to retrieve that which I�ve hidden.�

�Nothing�s happening.� Abaddon
observed.

Cold sweat trickled down
Voldemort�s back, �I need to go back to the room of hidden things, I need to go
back. . .�

On the third recitation the door
came into being.

A very relieved Voldemort opened
the door and entered.� He walked purposefully toward the tall stack of . . .

Broken furniture and shattered
glass?

Where is my golem?� He thought, It should be over there,
looking like a stack of . . . uh, oh.

Abaddon smirked, �Not here, is
it, Riddle?�

The wizard shook his head in
disbelief.

�All your soul-jars, your
Horcruxes, gone?�

Numbly, Voldemort nodded.

�Your �donor� self, without whom
you have no life at all?�

Voldemort spun on his tormentor,
�You said you would help me.� You said you reveled in death and destruction.�
We will bring this castle down.�

�No.�

�What do you mean, �no�?�

�I mean no.� There is another of
the old gods here; if I attempt to destroy the castle she will stop me.�

�You�re the Lord of Chaos, god of
destruction, what can be more powerful than that?�

Abaddon shrugged his shoulders,
�Sex.�
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