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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297597 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 35

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Barty helped them to the entrance to the family wing then let Harry take it from there. Nodding to his friend, Harry then shifted all Sirius' weight onto him then, slowly, led his godfather into the family wing, following Tom's lead. After being directed into one of the spare, empty rooms there, Harry helped to seat his godfather in one of the chairs before starting to check him over more, brow furrowed as he did. No, the injuries didn't appear to be that bad, but there were a great many of them. It was his leg he was most worried about as it was bleeding fairly heavily.

Stepping back after giving Sirius a once over, he glanced at Tom. He was, after all, the better healer when it came to these things. Though he, himself, could do minor things, he thought it best to let Tom take this one. Looking back at Sirius, he said, “Let him take this. He'll get you fixed up. I don't think you need a real healer, but it's best to let him take a look first.”

Eyes sliding to Voldemort, wary look on his face, Sirius then looked at Harry before nodding. Oh, hell no, he didn't like this situation at all, but there was little choice in the matter.

Stepping closer, Tom glanced at the wounds. With a practiced eye, he could see that they weren't that serious and he could easily handle them. However, with the look Black was giving him, he decided it was time to put the 'patient' more at ease. Looking at the ex-Auror, he said, “What you're about to see goes no further than this wing, understood?”

Looking at the Dark Lord cautiously, Sirius then glanced at Harry, who was just smiling at him, before looking back. Giving a nod, more wary, he then waited to see what was going to happen.

Letting the serpentine glamour slide away, Tom then crouched down in front of Black, assessing his wounds more closely. Some were serious, yes, but nothing he couldn't handle. “Alright, this should be easy enough. I'll have you fixed up in a couple minutes.”

Eyes widening to the point that they were about to fall out, Sirius stared at Voldemort then looked at Harry. Sure, his godson had told him this part, but it was one thing to hear it and another to see it.

Grinning, Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Sirius' face. Then he mouthed 'told you so' but said nothing aloud.

About an hour later, Sirius was pretty much patched up. Everything was healed and he had taken some blood replenisher to help with the loss of it. From his end, he was now ready to go and said so. Shrugging, he added, “As long as I don't go back close to where I was, I'll be fine. They'll be off my tail and I can find somewhere else to stay.”

“Sirius! I told you that you can stay here! There's no sense for you to have to stay living on the run and scrounging for everything when we have plenty of room for you! You wouldn't have anything to worry about here and it would be fine. There's no way that anyone can find you if you're with us,” Harry protested, folding his arms over his chest.

Glancing at the normal looking Voldemort, Sirius then shook his head, “That's probably not a good idea, Harry. I'd just end up causing problems if I stayed.”

Seeing Harry about to launch in to convince his godfather, Tom cut in, “Harry's right. You're far safer here. We can come up with some kind of workable plan for you. You'll not only be safe but get to see Harry every day.”

Nodding vigorously, Harry added, “Sirius, we can work something out! I know this won't be the most comfortable and there'll be problems but we can do something.” Trying to think he said, looking at Tom, “There is a caretaker's cabin on the grounds. You could have that. Not only are you somewhere safe but you won't have to live hand to mouth like you are.” He didn't add the obvious that his godfather would be able to stay away from those that would make him uncomfortable.

Looking between the two, Sirius was torn. On one hand; he didn't want to be anywhere around Voldemort or his Death Eaters. That would, in the end, if things went the way of the Light, end badly for him. On the other, though, he wanted to be around Harry. It was his feeling, though there was no changing the path that his godson was on at this point, he could be there to support him and give advice when needed. Harry needed someone in his life besides the friends at school and Voldemort. However, this wasn't a decision he liked to make.

Eyes lighting on Harry, who was looking at him imploringly, he shook his head, pondering what he was before the Aurors showed up. In the end, he would do it, that he knew, it was just hard to take that step.

Knowing the foot was in the door and Sirius was thinking about it, Harry told him, “It's not the best, I get that. Nor is it what you want, but you'll be safe! That's all that matters! Dumbledore can't use you as a pawn and the Ministry can't find you here. We'll get to spend time together, too. Hell, we can even find things for you to do if you want so you won't get bored. I'll make sure you have everything you need. Just... don't go, Sirius, alright? I worry about you and you don't need that shite after all you went through. Settle here and relax. No one here will say anything to you. They know better.”

“I will ensure that,” Tom told him with a nod. Looking sternly at his old enemy, he said, tone firm, “Do this for Harry. You and I... I won't say there will be no problems, but we'll deal with them as they come. You can have the caretaker's cabin, as Harry said, and be provided for. If you find yourself becoming bored or want something to do, we can find something that won't be directly related to what we are trying to accomplish. Most of all, you'll get to spend time with your godson.” Normally, he wouldn't have bothered doing something like this, however, he knew that Harry wanted his godfather around and worried about the situation Black was in so he was going to try.

Lowering his head, staring at the floor, Sirius sighed. Realistically, his mind was already made up, he just didn't want to say it aloud was all. One glance up, though, seeing the imploring look Harry was giving to him, he caved. “Alright. For now I will. If something happens or I just can't take it, I'm going to go though. Alright?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Harry nodded, “Yeah, got it. It'll all work out.”

“For tonight, you'll stay up here and get some rest. We'll have the elves go out and fix things up for you then procure whatever you need, such as clothing. We also need to cover a few things, such as what to call your godson around others,” Tom said glancing at his young lover. “We will also need to work out something when it comes to Wormtail.”

Head coming up, a dark look on Sirius' face, he snapped, “Yeah or he's one dead rat the next time I see him.”

Chuckling darkly, Harry flopped onto the bed then said, “That wouldn't break my heart in the least.”

“I understand this,” Tom told both of them. “However, he does have his uses. For now, we don't need that.” Standing, he then said, “For the night, you can have the room next to ours. I'll let Harry give you a walkthrough of this wing while I go set some things in motion. We'll then get you a decent meal and let you rest.” Nodding to both, he strode out of the room, his glamour slipping into place as he did.

Unable to stop grinning, Harry stood up. “C'mon, Sirius, I'll show you around. Then we can sit and talk for a while.”

Unable to help it, Sirius grinned a bit at how happy Harry was. Shaking his head, he stood, wondering if this wasn't the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.”

Sitting in his office, Albus was tired. His magic, by now, was heavily affected by the curse that was slowly killing him. Though he was doing everything he could to ensure that he maintained as much as he could, the realism was that it was being affected by even the most simple tasks, wearing him out and weakening him with every spell that he cast. No, that wasn't good. Initially, Severus had told him he probably had about a year before the end came. Because of all he had to do and set into place, he was burning through what remained of his magic at an astonishing rate so he was certain that the time before the end came was cut in half. It had to be done, though, and things had to be put into place to have what he had worked so hard for all his life put into play and keep on track after he was gone. Right now, he was just going to have to work with what he had and press on the best he could, preserving his magic as well as he could manage, to do the major things he had to do. There was also the fact that he had to push the other two factions in this thing together so he could manipulate the end before he, himself, met his.

Rubbing his eyes, he slumped in his chair but reached out to caress an ancient tome that was sitting on his desk. It was the book that, so many years ago, had set him on his path. With what was coming, it was time to pass it along to someone he trusted would continue with what he wanted. For a long time now, he had pondered who his replacement should be and carefully weighed the candidates, observing them, in hopes to narrow the list down. He had managed to do that, whittling the whole thing down to a dozen or so. Then the curse happened. Now, well, there was no way to work with it to find out who was for the best. No, he was going to have go by other criteria at this point. At the moment, with things still so up in the air, he was going to have to use the one that would follow his agenda and what he had set in place already with no questions. Bill Weasley was going to have to be it, whether he was the best or not. It was just a matter of letting the eldest Weasley know what was really going on, accept things then fill him in on what needed to be done. It had to be done sooner than later, too. There were tasks Bill had to perform before he could take on the mantle of the Light Lord and step into things. They weren't easy either. It could be managed in the time-frame they had but it was going to be tight. That meant he had to set this into play as fast as he could. He was certain he could manage it but it needed done quickly.

Looking at the book, he stroked his beard, thinking. This was, technically, a violation of the rules, he knew that. Each lord had to discover the 'calling' on their own. That's the way it had always been. With what was in play now, he couldn't allow that to happen since it could be years in between each one. No, he had to wiggle this to where it went his way or everything he had worked for all these years would be for naught. He didn't think, with all he knew on the topic, that it would matter or anything 'bad' would come of it, however, there wasn't much mentioned about such things anyway. The only things he could find were vague warnings about nullification and rejection. He figured, with what he knew about such things, he could wiggle around that enough to have the next Light Lord put into play before he, himself, made his exit from the world. It was going to be a close thing, but he was sure that he could do it. After all, even if things did go downhill with it, he was the one that would pay, not the one that he set into place for it. As he had very little to lose at this juncture, he was willing to take that, just so that things went on as they should.

Picking up the protected parchment on the desk, one he had charmed so that no one could see what was really on it, he looked it over once more. Though, by now, since he was so pressed for time, he had read it many times and knew it by heart, he couldn't help but look it over once more. It was Bill's attributes listed with what was required to become the Light Lord. Honestly, if he had a longer timeline for this, he probably wouldn't have chosen the elder Weasley brother for such a thing.

Bill, though coming from a Light family and being the strongest of the adults, was weak in many areas needed then lacking a couple others. However, that was balanced out by being good enough or average in the most important ones, like being an upholder of the Light tradition. It was as good as he was going to get there. He could, in the time he had left, once he made it clear to Bill what his 'mission in life' was, work with him slightly to help with the tasks he had to perform to get the mantle then build up the areas he was weak in. Again, that was something he wasn't supposed to do but he could fudge it, or so he felt. As he also knew the tasks, he could easily help make sure that Bill would get through them. That would ensure that everything he needed was in place. While doing that, he would, slowly, fill him in on what had to come for the Light to come out on top. He knew that he couldn't do it in one chunk as Bill would revolt over some of what had to come to pass. No, spoon feeding it slowly was the way to go. He didn't want to deal with guilt over what had to be done.

Tossing the parchment back onto the desk, Albus rubbed his eyes in a tired way. He wanted a nap, he really did. He was going to have to indulge as well. With the drain on his magic, he was having to take them to keep himself going. The staff was aware of the curse and how it was taking its toll on him so they were saying nothing about it when he had to do such things. He just didn't like doing it was all. With all that he had to accomplish, as a deadline fast approaching, naps were something he could ill afford right now. He couldn't ignore it though. It was the only way to keep going.

Looking at the ornate clock that was on his wall, he decided that he better do that. Bill would be here in a couple hours so he could start pointing the young man in the direction that he needed to go. To do that, he was going to need energy. So, that meant he had to nap.

Standing up, making sure his hands were on the desk as he was feeling shaky, he sighed. Looking over at Ariana, who was now his constant companion, though she never spoke much, he smiled. “Sorry, Ariana, but I need to take it off. I'll put it on after I finish talking to Bill, alright?”

Once more, she seemed to just glare at him but said nothing. With a sigh, still feeling the guilt over what had happened to her, something she had yet to alleviate for him, he slipped the ring off and sat it on his desk. Saddened when his sister vanished, he let out another sigh then, once he was sure he was steady enough, began to shuffle off to his bed. He hated this, hated feeling like an old man, but he had to. There was too much left for him to do to just give it over.

Sitting in the Hog's Head Inn, Bill was quietly sipping a beer while talking to Aberforth. Though he didn't know Dumbledore's brother well, he knew him through Order meetings and liked the man. Yes, he was decidedly odd, there was no doubt there, but there was something about him Bill had always liked. As he hadn't seen the man for quite some time and wouldn't have to be at the castle for several more hours, Bill decided to drop in so he could talk to him. Albus had told all of them his brother was still a member of the Order but he hadn't seen him participate in anything for a while so he wanted to catch up.

Sitting all the way in the back of the pub, privacy spells up as always, he was talking to the man, asking about a few things. What he was hearing concerned him on several levels. It seemed that Aberforth had distanced himself from the Order and really didn't want to go back. Why, he didn't know, but that's what was being said. On his end, he couldn't understand that. After all, it was a good cause, something they had fought for before. Brow furrowed, he said, “I don't get it. Why don't you want to help? The goals are the same as last time; stop the madman. You have to agree with that!”

Taking a drink of his beer, the old bartender sighed then shook his head. “Bill, you know I like you, right?” Seeing the redhead nod, he went on, “It's not as easy as that anymore. Look, Albus and I...” trailing off, he looked down at the table and thought how to phrase things. After several minutes, he said, “You don't know Albus the way I do. If things had ended right the first time, I wouldn't have thought twice about it. The evil was gone and everything would have been fine. Now, though, I don't know. Knowing Albus the way I do, I'm sure there is something hokey here. I don't trust this, or what he says the goals are. All I saw at meetings was a bunch of codswallop, nothing more. No one is actually doing anything but setting up a young man who lost everything to this war as a weapon. That doesn't sit well with me.”

“I don't see it that way, Aberforth,” Bill told him firmly.

“I know you don't. Nor does your family. I do though. Albus has pulled Harry's strings since he first came to Hogwarts. All the 'bad' things that have happened up at the castle when it comes to Harry and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could have been stopped from what I've seen, but Albus has let it go on. I'm surprised the young man isn't dead by now with some of it. No, I don't like this. It's more of Albus' tricks and manipulations. I don't want any part of it.”

Leaning back, Bill stared at him, shaking his head, “I don't buy that. Albus is trying. It's so complicated right now that there isn't much he can do!”

“Believe that if you want. I say it's wrong. That stone should never have been in that school. Same with him and the Chamber. I know my brother, he knew what that beast was and who unleashed it last time. Then there was the whole thing with that lad's name coming out. It wasn't a valid contract, but my brother made him compete with some story. No, it's all Albus up to his old tricks! That lad is no older than your brother. What would your parents do if it was Ronald being pulled into all this? Would they do nothing and let it go on?” The older man said with a shake of his head but pressed on before Bill could answer. “If it was as cut and dry as the last war, I would have no issue. This isn't. My gut tells me something is rotten and I plan to listen to it.” Staring intently at the young man he considered a friend, he warned, “And I'm almost sure you and your family are being pulled into this, Bill. Because of the friendship with Harry, you're going to be drawn in.”

Bill wanted to argue, he really did, but when Aberforth mentioned Ron, that gave him pause. He was right on that account. If it had been Ron being in the middle of so much of that, and not in the peripheral way he already was as Harry's friend, but as the one it was all directed at, his parents would have been chewing on Albus, as would the rest of them. Harry didn't have anyone to do that for him and they weren't. Looking down, he played with his glass, thinking. He trusted Albus, he did, so did the rest of his family. However, Aberforth, though an odd duck, knew the headmaster better than any of them. That told him that he should at least listen to this. He didn't like that, though.

Looking intently at his younger friend, the old bartender said, “Think about it, Bill. What is the Order actually doing to prevent anything? Is it ferreting out anything? Following leads? Doing something to stop things? What are the enemy’s plans? Do you know any of it? Of course you don't! All Albus is having you do is gather information and guard a prophecy. Nothing more. Harry is not protected. He's still being drawn in. Nothing is being done to stop that. Nothing. It's all smoke and mirrors from someone that is a master at it. Albus has everyone right where he wants them. He's used everything in his power to set this all up, now he's getting ready to put the final play in motion since he doesn't have much time left. He's going to get all of you into place right where he wants you then let it go. In the end, a young man that has had a very hard life is going to end up hurt more than he's already been or dead. Albus will get what he wants. All there is to it.” Leaning back, Aberforth stared at Bill, waiting.

Toying with his glass, turning it in circles on the table with a couple fingers, Bill found that he couldn't look at the man across from him because what had been said was hitting something, somewhere. Had the Order really done anything? Not really from what he had seen. They were guarding a prophecy no one had seen proof that Voldemort wanted or was making a move towards. They were gathering intelligence and trying to get some beings on their side but not much other than that. Most thought that it was because they were hampered by the Ministry and that Voldemort was lying low. Hell, even he bought that. Running a finger over the rim of the glass, brow furrowed, he tried to think. “I don't know...”

“I know. I've heard it before when it comes to Albus. He's the beacon of the Light. No one wants to doubt him,” the old man snorted, taking a sip of his beer.

Leaning his head back, Bill sighed. “Look, before I abandon anything or change my mind, I need real proof. Not just speculation. I'm not doing anything on speculation.”

“Really?” Aberforth asked, sounding amused. Seeing a quizzical look from Bill, he said, “You, and the rest of the Order, are doing what you are on mere speculation, Bill. Speculation that Albus is feeding you. You're all following what he wants like good little lemmings because he's speculating about something. Nowhere has he given you concrete proof of what he's saying. Has there been real proof about that prophecy, and the need to guard it, or is it just Albus telling you that you need to?”

Of all the things that had been said, that hit home the hardest. Aberforth was right. There was no proof other than one of Albus' guesses. Though his guesses were usually right, there was nothing to back it. No proof that it was what was needed. Staring at the older man, Bill said nothing.

“Thought so,” Aberforth sighed, stroking his beard. “Look, just think about it, alright? That’s all I'm saying. That and be wary of being pulled into something by Albus. He's setting something up as a final play here. I don't know what it is, but I know him well enough to guess he's up to something since the end game is on for him. He wants his ducks beak to tail before he steps out of this life and moves on. To do that, he needs to get his pawns right where he wants them. And his pawns are all of us, everyone that has followed him. He will use us and we won't even know he did. That's the way it's always been, Bill.” Stopping, he gazed at his young friend intently then said, “If you lot really want to do some good, protect that young man! Albus isn't, nor is anyone else. If half of what was in the papers over the summer is true, Albus failed him greatly and he needs someone. You lot need to worry more about him than anyone else. Shouldn't he be the priority anyway? Your younger siblings are for your parents, same with most families. What does Harry have? Who's looking out for him so he doesn't get used? I've heard all kinds of stories here when tending bar. That young man may well be what saves us all but I don't think it's in the way Albus is telling you. If my brother has his way, that boy is going to face the greatest evil ever and probably won't come out of it alive. Would you lot do that to your brothers or sister?” Leaning back, he said, “Just think about it, Bill. When you do, we'll talk about it some more, alright?”

Nodding slowly, Bill told him honestly, “I will. I really will.” And he would. That night, when he was alone, he planned to spend a great deal of time thinking about it. If he were honest with himself, he would admit that it was more to prove that Aberforth was wrong than anything else. However, as this was a life and death situation for so many, it behooved him to consider everything for that reason alone. If Albus was right then there wouldn't be a problem with doing so and he would see it. If not... he didn't want to think about that.

“Bill, part of what makes you so good at breaking curses is your instinct. You know that comes in a lot, just as much as knowing how to do it. Listen to that. Your gut is going to tell you what's right and what isn't. Listen to that more than logic.” Aberforth schooled as gently as his gruff manner would let him. “Set aside everything you've been told about Albus and let your gut be the judge if he tries to draw you in. Promise me that!”

“I will,” Bill said with a nod. Then, schooling his voice into something more forceful, he reiterated, “I will.” He trusted his instinct. It had saved him many times in the past. If that's what Aberforth was asking of him, he could easily do it. In the end, it would cost him nothing to go about it that way. If Albus was right about everything, he would know. If he wasn't... well, he would deal with that later.

Nodding, Aberforth seemed to relax then, with a twinkle in his eyes, began to ask about Fleur.

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