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Weapon	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 105432 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 26
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am using them without permission but am not making any money from this endeavour. Characters you don�t recognise belong to me, as does the plot. No using without permission. (Hypocritical, I know.)
Sorry this took so long. There were a number of issues but that�s not the point. Thank you to Talia_Naeva for the wonderful betaing job!

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Weapon (Possession Chapter LXXXVII)

Chapter XXXVI � Recruitment Concerns

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"Professor!" Harry called as their little group walked through Diagon Alley. It was different from how he remembered it. It looked much the same, if a little less crowded but there was a difference beyond the lack of school crowds. It was a little early for them. He looked around, trying to find what was wrong.
There were other wizards and witches around but Harry realized with a start that none of them were alone. They were all, at the very least, in pairs, one who was shopping and one who was watching. Even the family groups were different. Usually it would have been a mother and children, now though it appeared the whole family was there. Mother, father, and children, all were on their best behaviour. There was no laughter, no squeals from play. There was nothing. The Alley was full of people but it was lifeless... Did they truly fear the Dark Lord that much?
He was forced to reluctantly conclude yes. They were wizards, they shouldn't fear him. He felt sad, but as Dumbledore turned to him, he couldn't think about it more. It wasn't something he could combat alone. "What happens now?" he asked, as they walked passed the Owlery.
The birds were still magnificent and still on display; tawny, black, brown, and sooty. There were all colours including... a snowy...
A sharp pang passed though Harry and he looked away quickly. He hadn't thought of Hedwig for a while but he should have. She'd been through everything with him and she had always done her best for him, yet she'd died... No. She'd been murdered and that was something he never really thought about. It wasn't that he'd been too busy, he wouldn't take that excuse but it was because he hadn't wanted too. Thinking about it would be to admit she was gone, would be to admit that not only had Draco arranged for Blaise and Millicent to hurt him but he had killed her... Thinking about it would get him angry and unconsciously his eyes burned with power... That Slytherin... like Bulstrode and Zabini... they all would...
::Master! Calm!:: The shadows snapped at him and Harry blinked, becoming aware of the power that seemed to rise off him in tangible waves, whipping around the alley and drawing the eyes of all present. The shadows were flickering around him, consuming the radiant wisps of energy and the whole effect was to make him seem like a small beacon of energy.
"Harry!" Sirius and Remus were flustered but were both calling to him, while Dumbledore looked on, eyes sparking happily as he saw the visual effects of Harry's power. Within him Fawkes hummed happily but sympathetically spreading warmth throughout his body. The phoenix's power mingled with his own and he tingled all over, feeling energized by Fawkes' song. He didn't feel weak as he had when he had first changed back and now the lingering hollowness was reduced.
The loss of weakness brought him back to himself and he reached out instinctively drawing his energy back into his body. The shadows sighed as their food disappeared and they followed the wisps of power back to their source, nestling themselves into the folds of Harry's clothes.
For a moment there was no movement before Harry bowed his head, gulping. "I'm sorry," he said, resisting the urge to bite his lip. "I just... I just remembered Hedwig for a moment," he said softly, glancing towards the Owlery.
Expressions changed instantly from concern to sympathy and even Fawkes cooed sympathetically.
"I'll try harder. I won't let it consume me," Harry added.
"It's perfectly understandable, Harry, and we know that you miss her. We should have taken a different way."
"No Professor. It's my fault. It shouldn't... after this much time it shouldn't affect me. I should remember her lovingly, not with tears. She may only have been an owl but she wouldn't want me to cry every time I think about her."
Dumbledore nodded kindly, the tinkle in his blue eyes understanding but not quite covering the joy that had been there at Harry's unconscious display of power. Although... sometime in the year they would have to get Harry a new Owl. He would need it. Maybe he should talk to Hagrid. Hedwig had been... Hedwig had been unique but Harry needed that, just as he would need all the protection they could give. He looked around, nodding at many of the watchers comfortingly before he began ushering the little group back towards the Leaky Caldron so that they could return to Hogwarts. They had things they needed to discuss in private and he still needed to look in at a few places so he would see Sirius and Remus off before he made his private rounds.
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The Dark Lord looked around Diagon Alley as he moved quickly. It was quiet. It was still full of people but they were quiet and no where could he see individuals. Everyone was clumped together as a group... which just made them so much easier to kill. Didn't they realize that?
Despite the fact that he was alone, he wasn't attracting overt attention but there were one or two furtive glances towards him. He was used to being watched though and continued to stalk through the Alley.
He wanted to have a brief look around before he returned to his stronghold. His servants reported back to him but he needed to assess what the sentiment of various creatures was. He knew what the humans thought of him, that was obvious in their actions but he wanted to know what the sentiment of some of the non-humans was.
Most dark creatures, the non-human ones weren't organized. They didn't need to be, as they simply acted as they would, but they would also come to his call, the chimeras, lethifolds and manticores. Or else they weren't worth his time. The serpents were already his, their loyalty ensured by the power of Slytherin and Xatarass' presence within him.
The others though, the neutral non-humans... some like the unicorns he could ignore as creatures of light but Giants, Veela, the neutral groups he did need to treat with. They were smaller than the vampires and werewolves but they could still tip the balance. The vampires he would exterminate and the werewolves he would have to deal with through those of his followers who had been bitten. Goblins would require a plan to ensure he wiped them all out, but the Veela had a small presence here and he would look in on them. The personal touch was appreciated.
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Voldemort resisted the urge to gag. He'd forgotten how clinging and cloying the perfume was here. It was on the bodies of the workers but it hung in the air thickly covering the scent of all activities. He could almost feel it coating his tongue and throat and his eyes were reacting to the stuff. Xatarass wanted to reveal himself just so that his eyes felt better but he couldn�t, not yet. He wouldn't get the alliance of the Veela's from this, but it was a step forward in courting and therefore he couldn't kill them, even if he wanted to. He consoled himself by thinking about some of his plans for the other races.
"Think about it," he said to the Madam, his red eyes softening welcomingly. "I can give you much more than the Ministry. Look at your children. Is this their choice or is this what they have been forced to do? You think those wizards care?"
"I know they don't care," the Madam responded, stepping forward and pulling back the curtain of beads for her guest. She was more than aware that the Ministry didn't care, at least not about her children, her species. They only cared when it was some witch - they didn't cater towards those of other tastes, not here - who they took in although even they were more than happy to sample the wares. Men were all the same but she wasn't sure serpents were better... although... were they worse?
Death Eaters used their services but so did Aurors and it appeared they both could promise much. Delivery was something else. It always was.
"I will pass your offer to our clan lea..."
"Madam, no!" Ceil rushed forward from the waiting room, her pale blonde hair toned a soft blue in the light, but her grey eyes were wide and frantic.
"Ceil!" The Madam said, worriedly trying to look back and forth between the waiting room and the corridor to determine what was so important that the child would lose her fear of the Dark Lord and risk death by barging forward into their path. Her own eyes widened as she saw the other guest that was waiting, and she realized as for the first time in years fear blossomed in the pit of her stomach that there was nothing she could do now. They had seen each other.
There was a sibilant laugh from her side, but it wasn't comforting and she shivered, gathering Ceil close as the Serpent Lord flowed forwards, radiating confidence to confront the other wizard. "Well, this is a surprise Old Man." There was amusement colouring the steal like hatred in the Dark Lord's voice.
"I could say the same," Dumbledore replied coldly. "I thought your tastes lay else where." The ancient wizard's voice showed his own distaste of the one he was speaking with.
The Madam's bosom heaved and she pushed Ceil towards the back. "Take cover," she said kindly. "And warn the others." She had to try to mediate even though she knew her inborn ability would work on neither but she would not her establishment turn into a battle ground.
The Serpent sensed her movement first and his aura flared warningly. "I have no intention of fighting, just yet," he said as much for her benefit as for the Hogwart's Headmaster's, ignoring the implied insult of the old wizards opening statement.
Dumbledore's blue eyes narrowed at that, but he didn't go for his wand. "You have mellowed," he said conversationally, shifting slightly.
"Not that much, Old Man," the Dark Lord hissed. "And while I would gladly take the opportunity to kill you, now is not yet the time."
"Why are you here?"
"You already know that answer."
Red and blue eyes locked together and they stepped around each other carefully, measuring the others actions and tone. The Madam gulped from the doorway, hardly daring to breathe as her eyes flickered back and forth between the two. They both radiated power and a killing intent for the other that no wizard could hope to compete with. They were almost two sides of the same coin and she wondered what would tip the balance. The balance of the war and the balance of now...
Which would blink first?
"How did the ceremony go?"
The Madam was surprised to see Dumbledore smile. With the tension of the situation the smile was too relaxed and too confident.
"Well," he said finally.
The Serpent Lord noted the ease of reply but simply nodded at the response, unconcerned.
"He's not quite ready to face you, but he will be," Dumbledore continued.
Voldemort smiled, licking his lips causally. "I look forward to it," he murmured. "Breaking him would not be enjoyable if he's not ready."
"Be careful that he doesn't break you," Albus retorted. The response to the barb was surprising. The budding smile spread to the Dark Lord's eyes and he chuckled, hissing softly.
"There are times, Old Man... There are times when you are most amusing. It is so very interesting, but not enough to buy your life. Seek your alliances where you can and do not fail again in keeping my possessions safe and I might show mercy but for now I have too many things to do to linger and reminisce about the past."
With that the Dark Lord gathered himself to disapparate and the Madam breathed a sight of relief, a sigh that choked as Dumbledore spoke again. "Tom?"
There was a charged silence.
"I thought I asked you not to call me that," Red eyes narrowed assessing the ancient wizard's intent before he shrugged. "What is it?"
"He will defeat you, you know. He's more powerful."
Serpent eyes flashed and the Dark Lord's skin mottled for an instant. "Perhaps," Voldemort said softly. "But it remains a question of if he will have the chance."
As the words hung in the air there was a light pop as the Dark Lord disapparated. Dumbledore's hard blue eyes stared at the spot for a moment before he turned back towards the Veela Madam whose slight frame was quivering in the doorway, the beads ratting around her as they shivered in time with her motion.
"I am sorry, Madam," he said softly, casting a calming charm. He gestured for her to sit, summoning a tea set on the low table. After she had had a calming cup of tea his eyes turned serious again. "You know why I am here."
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"You know I can't, but I will do the same for you as I have agreed for him. I will pass the information to our leaders. They will make the decision."
"That's dangerous," Dumbledore sighed.
"No more than usual," the Madam replied, flicking back her long hair.
"All right," the Hogwarts� Headmaster agreed as he pulled several papers from his robes. "This is what we are offering..."
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