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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297665 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 36

Beta'd by Tenchi (love you, woman!)

Special A.N.- As I've gotten a couple reviews about this, I feel I need to reply. To the person that keeps saying they already have the ring, the truth is they don't. It was in the notes at the end of what was the last chapter where things were mentioned as to what the original author of the story wanted to do. It was never written out. As I'm partially working off the notes of things, the ring is very much in Dumbledore's hands. I would suggest you go look that over once more or reread the part from the original author to get what is and isn't in this.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, Harry was pretty much alone. As it was the weekend and a beautiful day outside, most of those he knew were out there, enjoying it because they knew winter was coming soon. The ones that weren't seemed to be trying to make as much noise as they could in the common room, something that had rapidly gotten on his nerves. Coupled with how tired he was, he thought it best to find some solitude and coffee to sooth himself, hoping it would wake him up and get his temper lowered to a normal level. As the Great Hall was always open, generally having bowls of fruit and other such things sitting on the tables for those wanting a snack, he decided to park himself here while finishing off the last of his homework while sipping a steaming cup of coffee to ensure he was awake. It was nice, for once, to be able to do so without being bothered about a myriad of issues. Sure, there were students in the hall here and there, a couple or more at each table, but they were keeping their voices down and nothing bothering him. Normally, he did this in the library but the siren song of coffee was something that he couldn’t ignore so he decided to give it a go, pleased that he had and making it a point to remind himself that it might be a viable option at other times as well.

After putting the finishing touches on the Transfiguration essay, he stuffed it in his bag then pulled out the list of things he had yet to do that day. Thankfully, there was only one more thing on it; that tapestry for Hermione. It would be done today so they were going to meet up later that night in the Room of Requirement to go over it and see what her family history was like. He hoped that she would have someone in the pureblood line that he could work with to get them close to her. If that was the case, it would get a lot of things off his mind and he could focus more on other subjects that really needed his attention without having to worry about her keeping her nose in his business or asking too many questions he didn't want her to know about.

Scratching off homework as something that needed done, he pulled out his schedule and was going over that. As always, it was full but it appeared he had Sunday to where he didn't have to do anything. He liked that and fully planned to make himself scarce to relax for a while, not to mention sleeping in. The week, of course, would be packed like it always was anymore so the thought of having one day with nothing to do was appealing and he planned to take full advantage of it. Looking through it, he tried to determine what were going to be the things that needed priority while trying to calculate how much homework was going to end up loaded onto them during it. It was while he was doing that he was finally interrupted.

“No legions of adoring fans around you, Mr. Potter? I don't think I've ever seen that, “ Snape sneered, towering over the seated young man.

Not even glancing at him, Harry put away his schedule and sipped at his coffee. As this was expected anymore, more to ensure that no one thought anything was 'off' between the two of them, he didn't take it wrong. Besides, if Snape didn't make some kind of sarcastic, snarky comment at least once a day to him, he would be certain the man was under an Imperius then worry. Shrugging, he said, “Just looking for somewhere quiet to study, nothing more.”

“One would think, with the way everyone goes on about your academic performance anymore, that you wouldn't need such a thing like most others,” Snape told him, tone snide.

Looking up, Harry gave him a winning grin then said, keeping his tone mild, “Well, they would be wrong. Now, if you'll excuse me, Professor, I want to take this back to the dorm.” Downing the last of his coffee, he stood. As he stepped around the Potions professor, he felt something being pressed into his hand. Figuring it was a message of some kind that needed to be passed along, he gave the barest of nods then continued his trek to the door. Though curious about what it was, he made his way towards the tower to get rid of the bag, something that would look normal to everyone else.

Trudging along, he waited to where he was in a place where no one seemed to be then slipped into an alcove that was unoccupied. Opening what appeared to be a small piece of parchment, he read the note there. After making sure that he had the contents fully digested, he incinerated the thing then headed towards the tower at a good speed. He had something he had to do now and time was of the essence. The only thing he hoped was that he could pull it off without getting caught.

Leading the oldest Weasley son into his office, Albus was still slightly disoriented. He had slept a lot longer than he intended and was still tired. If Minerva hadn't woken him, he was certain he would have slept on through until dinner time. However, since he knew what he needed to do and how to go about it correctly, he wasn't too worried.

After gesturing for the oldest of the Weasley sons to take a seat, Albus took one himself. Once he poured the tea for both of them and offered the usual lemon sherbert, he leaned back then said, “There is something I wanted you to be aware of, Bill, something that I think may end up involving you. It would help tremendously with what is going on now.”

“Anything to help, Albus, you know that,” Bill told him with a firm nod.

Retrieving the ancient book from his desk, Albus slid it over to him saying, “Read the bookmarked passage. Now, I can't influence you directly in anyway, but it's something I think you might want to consider.”

Nodding, Bill opened the ancient tome at the place it was marked then began to read. As his eyes moved further down the page, they began to widen and he stiffened up. Just as he was about to ask a question about some of what was there, there was a large commotion in the corridor that drew both their attention.

Brow furrowed, Albus looked at the door but was unable to tell what had caused it. When it continued on, he said, “Give me a moment, if you will. I think I need to handle this.” Seeing the redhead nod, he stood then went to see what was going on.

Standing just at the bottom of the stairs by the gargoyle, Harry was waiting. He was using that phase spell he and Tom had found yet hadn't fully mastered so far. Along with that, he was under the invisibility cloak. He figured that between the two, even if the spell slipped slightly, he could manage this. Making sure to keep one eye on his map, he saw that Bill Weasley was still in the office, but Dumbledore was coming down to investigate the noise. It wasn't perfect, but he was going to have to work with it this way.

Holding his breath as the headmaster passed him, Harry then dashed up the stairs as fast as he could. Slipping into the office through the door, he looked around quickly then saw the ring on the desk. Though Bill was seated in front of it, he wasn't paying attention, reading something or other. Quick as he could, Harry unphased then snatched the ring, replacing it with the fake one that he had and put it in his pocket before rephasing. So far, so good, the spell was holding enough that he thought he could pull it off and the paintings wouldn't be an issue because of the cloak. Now, he just had to get out of here without being caught. Moving towards the door, he couldn't help himself and glanced at what Bill seemed to be so intent on reading. The heading of the chapter he was looking at was what caught his eye. Standing there, dumbstruck, he felt the anger start to rise once more. However, he tamped that down when he heard the headmaster coming back. Quickly, after another glance at Bill, who seemed to be shaking his head, looking worried, he made his way out.

Though he passed the headmaster on the way down the revolving staircase, Dumbledore didn't seem to notice anything amiss so he kept going. Concentrating, making sure he held the spell as long as he could, he made his way down to where he knew the bathrooms were. Just as he was about to go in, he consulted the map but was stunned to see another dot with his name on it in there. Shaking his head, he knew it was a bad idea to go in there. Instead, he kept going, planning to try to make it to the Room of Requirement to release the spell. If he couldn't, the cloak would keep him safe by now since Dumbledore wasn't in sight anymore.

Stepping back into his office, Albus then seated himself once more.

Looking at the aging headmaster, Bill asked, “Anything wrong?”

“No, nothing to be concerned about. Something set Peeves off is all. Who knows what. I think I got him to move along somewhere else,” Albus told him with a dismissive wave.

Nodding, Bill said nothing. After all, Peeves had been an issue for as long as he could remember. Looking back down at the book, he read over some more but something in his gut was screaming at him over this. It was wrong and didn't feel right. Even reading it was giving him a bad feeling he couldn't shake. He wasn't going to say anything, though, until he had some answers. Closing it around his finger, he leaned back and looked at Albus then asked, “Why are you showing me this?”

Leaning back and getting comfortable, Albus looked at him then sighed. Folding his hands into his lap, he explained, “My time on this earth is short. The curse is already taking a heavy toll on me. Since it's so critical, with all that's going on, to have a Light Lord in place, I thought it best to find someone to take my place so there isn't a vacancy. This war isn't going to stop when I die and if I'm out of the picture, Tom will just have an advantage our side will have a hard time overcoming.”

Taking that in, Bill nodded slowly. As he did, though, Aberforth's words were coming back full force. Not only that, his gut was telling him that this was something to be wary of. Remembering his promise, he wanted to see if he could lay it to rest before he either accepted or rejected anything. “And you want me to step in and do this? The book said the being has to find the path on their own, not be offered.”

“Bill, I think you would be well suited to taking on the mantle of the Light Lord. That will give our side the continuity that it needs to win this war. I admit that this is a slight fudging of the rules when it comes to things, but I believe, since it's me that is doing that, if there are repercussions, I'll be the one to suffer them. And I will gladly do so if it means that we don't hand Tom an advantage that he doesn't need. However, I really can't influence you in this other than saying that I think you're perfect for it.” Albus told him sincerely. He had assumed going in that it was going to take some reassurances to do this. After all, it was a big step to take. He, himself, had no issue with it but Bill had a life planned out already, one that included a wife, some things that he couldn't have if he were to take this on or would be more difficult if he did. There was also the fact that so much of what he was planning would have to be pushed back. Of course, he would want consider all of that.

Nodding again, more slowly this time, Bill looked down at the book in his hand and tried to think. That instinct, the one that had protected him so much in the past, was sending out danger signals bigger than he could ever remember before. Couple that with remembering his earlier conversation and he wasn't going to agree with anything yet. Instead, he said, sighing, “Let me think it over, alright? And, if you have more information on it, I would like to read it. I don't want to make something that is this big of a choice on a whim. I want to know what I'm getting into before I do it, fully and completely.”

Though Albus had hoped that Bill would just agree, he was realistic in that, like most, the elder Weasley brother needed some more information before he would do so. “Of course! I have a couple more books on it I can loan you,” Albus told him, standing up to retrieve them. After handing them over, he settled back into his chair then said, “I do have to impress, as I'm sure you know, that there is a time issue here with this. If you chose to do so, I can help you with the tasks that are needed to get your through them. That way everything is set into place when I pass from this life. If you chose not to, I'll need time to find someone else. However, take your time, Bill.”

Now, that was something Bill really didn't like. It was also sending up more warnings from his instinct. However, he just nodded and smiled. “Give me a few days and I'll give you an answer, Albus.”

That did please the aging Wizard so he nodded then stood, “Just think it over, Bill. I'm sure it's a calling that, though you will have to sacrifice much for, will be something most fulfilling. It was for me!”

“I'll keep that in mind, Albus,” Bill said, standing. After shaking the old Wizard's hand, he left the office, more confused and wary than he could ever imagine being. As he walked towards the front door of the castle, he vowed to spend the night reading everything he had been given then seeing what else he could find on the topic. Once he was done with that, he was going to talk to Aberforth once more. Right now, the brother of the Wizard that had just given him the books was the only one he could think of that he could talk it over with. Most he knew would try to talk him into taking over the mantle. No, that's something he didn't need.

Making it to the Room of Requirement, Harry slipped into it, making sure that no one was around to see him. Once inside, he tossed his cloak aside and collapsed into one of the chairs that was there. Rubbing his eyes, feeling his heart still hammering in his chest, he tried to calm himself down. That was one of the biggest chances he had taken to date. Sure, it worked, but plenty could have gone wrong and he knew it.

After several minutes of getting his blood pressure and heart rate to calm, he pulled the ring out and looked at it. Of course, it looked just how it had when he had seen it on Dumbledore's hand. However, for the first time he could feel Tom in it. That made him smile. Closing his hand around it, he shut his eyes and just let the feeling of it wash over him. As with the locket, it felt perfect. Finally, after several minutes, he unclenched his hand and relaxed. Leaning back in the chair, he let his head lean back and decided this was one of the times he needed to get in contact with Tom, though he was really there with him. The fact that he had the ring was enough alone to do that. The information about Bill was something that his lover needed to have as well. If Dumbledore was trying to manipulate things, this was something the Dark Lord needed to know about as soon as possible to try to counteract it.

Breathing deeply, he called, “Tom?”

Not doing much but going over some reports, Tom was startled to hear Harry's voice in his head. Looking around, brow furrowed, he then remembered that his lover had taken off to do something or other not long ago. He hadn't, of course, said what it was but he had a fairly urgent look on his face when he did. It hadn't concerned him, of course, but he was curious. He figured he would know what it was before long so it didn't bother him much and he had gone back to what he was doing. Harry getting a hold of him from Hogwarts, though, did send a sliver of concern. “Harry? Is something wrong?” He answered back.

“No, nothing's wrong. I got the ring.” Harry told him, unable to stop himself from grinning though he knew that Tom couldn't see that.

Nodding, pleased, Tom leaned back in his chair, “Good! Undamaged I assume? And how did you manage?”

“It's undamaged. Not even a scratch on it from what I can see. I used the phase spell to get it,” Harry told him. “When I come tonight, I'll turn it over to you. Or I can wear it like I do the other. It's up to you.”

“You can wear it,” Tom said without a second thought. “There is nowhere safer in the world for it than with you. We'll do with it what we do with the locket.” Actually, he was relieved that Harry had managed to get it intact. No, he wasn't worried about such things like his lover was but it felt good knowing another part of him was safe and in no danger of being destroyed.

“Alright, I can do that,” Harry replied. “There is one more thing I need to pass along. Dumbledore had Bill Weasley in his office when I was there. Bill was reading a passage in a book about the Light and Dark Lords.”

Frowning, Tom rubbed a finger over his upper lip. “I don't like this. I bet the old man is trying to manipulate the whole thing so he has someone to step in when he dies.”

“That's what I thought,” Harry nodded. “It was too big of a coincidence for me to think it was casually brought up in some way.” Pausing for a minute, Harry then asked, “Would it work? Can he do something like that?”

“No,” Tom told him firmly with a shake of his head. “There are safeguards in place against such a thing. Each being that takes on trying to do this has to do it on their own merits, not because someone has pushed or manipulated them into it. It wouldn't even work if the one that tries has been manipulated in some way without their knowledge. The backlash against both of the beings involved would be tremendous if they even try.”

Thinking that over, Harry felt a bit of nervous tension grip his gut. He had only met Bill a few times and liked him. No, he wasn't close to him like he was others, but he didn't want anything to happen to him either. Yes, over the past year or so he had changed, a lot, but he didn't like to see someone totally innocent of anything other than being on the Light side get drawn into the whole thing. “Isn't there some way to warn him or something? I mean... I don't know... throw him off the path?”

“Not without giving away what you've done, at least that I know of,” Tom told him firmly. “All we can do in this case is hope Bill has enough common sense not to be drawn into something like this or act like so many others in his family then follow what Albus wants blindly.”

Sighing, Harry rubbed his shut eyes before saying, “Understood.”

“Let me do some research before you get here for the night and see what I can come up with. I don't think there is any way, but if Albus is trying to manipulate the whole thing, we have a whole other set of problems to deal with. We need to do something to stop it. I don't think he can succeed, but it's better cautious than sorry.”

“Alright, that works. When I get there tonight, I'll give a hand if I can.” Harry said, feeling slightly better on the topic.

“That's fine. I'll start and see where we go from there.” Hearing a knock on the door, he said, “I have to go. Our next meeting is here. Keep the ring safe until you get here.”

“I will, don't worry. Going to put it somewhere no one can get to it,” Harry told him. “See you tonight.” With that, he disconnected the connection and opened his eyes.

Looking down, he once more opened his hand and glanced at the ring. Grinning from ear to ear, he stood. Gathering his things, he tucked the ring in his pocket then made his way to the dorm. He was going to make sure the ring was in his trunk before he did anything else. As long as the thing was still in the castle, he was sure there was a danger of Dumbledore finding it. No, not after all the trouble he had getting it, that wasn't going to happen!

Sitting in his chair after Bill left, Albus was contemplating how to go about the whole thing. As it was, he knew the time for this whole thing was short. The tasks alone were going to take most of the time he had left. He was manipulating the whole thing, he knew that, and was reluctant to take that any further than he already was. With the limited time left, however, he wasn't sure that he could find anyone other than Bill to do this. Yes, there were the other Weasley boys, but most of them were too young or there were other concerns. No, it had to be Bill. Though reluctant to do it, he might have to implant the suggestion it was a good idea and go from there. After all, he had very little left to lose at this point. What was one more step down that path when your end was near?

Looking at the time, he decided he needed to get up and move or he was going to end up falling back to sleep. Sitting up straighter, he began to look around on his desk for the ring. He hadn't put it back on when he got up because he was running behind. Brow furrowed, he fished through everything on it, trying to find the thing, but it didn't seem to be there. Assuming that it had just been moved or knocked off by something, he looked around. It still wasn't there though. That's when the panic started to set it. After several minutes of fumbling, though, he found it, much to his relief, then slipped it on his finger. Though he expected his sister to appear, she didn't. That puzzled him but he thought nothing of it. Rest, he needed to rest some before dinner. Leaning back, he shut his eyes then sighed.

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