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Possession

Chapter XXXVIII - Dying to Love You

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Sirius looked up at Harry. His claws clicked upon the stone as he
trotted beside his Godson. The boy... He shook his head. Harry was no longer a boy;
he had grown up. He had had no choice but to grow but he was still utterly
transparent in some ways. And Sirius could see that he was worried about
something. He was tense. There was a slight creasing of his forehead and his
lips were pulled taunt. Snuffles growled slightly and he changed his form as he
walked.
"Harry," Sirius began. "What's wrong?" Not the most
original opening but direct and to the point and while he hadn't always been
there for his Godson, he did know enough that you had to be direct.
"Harry..?" he asked again after receiving no response.
"Sirius," Harry's voice was soft.
"What is it?"
"I... I don't know."
"What's bothering you Harry? You can tell me."
Harry eventually looked towards his Godfather and sighed... "I had a
dream," he began uncertainly.
"And?" Sirius prompted.
"Voldemort had lost."
Sirius frowned. Harry wasn't telling him something. "That's good, isn't
it?"
"The Dark had a new Lord."
"Who?"
"Lucius Malfoy."
Sirius nodded, black eyes lost in thought but inwardly he breathed a sigh of
relief. He'd been afraid of Harry saying his own name. "Snape did mention something about a rebellion brewing in
the Dark Lord's forces but Malfoy ought to be easier
to defeat than Voldemort. What was the problem with the dream?"
"The Light had also lost," Harry said heavily. "Lucius succeeded where every Dark Lord has failed. He was
the Ruler of the World - Muggle and Wizard
alike."
"That's not possible, Harry. There are plenty of Wizards and Witches
who can match Lucius' power and there is no way to
increase your power that much. Someone would have defeated him."
"The Vampires backed him."
Sirius felt his eyes open wide. Harry hadn't got to Vampires in his
studies... There was no way he could know about the power a Vampire could give
a Wizard. But the price... "Harry," he
began, putting as much power into his voice as he could. "That's not going
to happen."
"I was there too," Harry continued, almost as if he hadn't heard
Sirius. "I was chained... Draco's pet, but Draco
was a Vampire... He said Lucius was no longer his
Father..." Green eyes unfocused as he looked around wildly, remembering
before he fixed his stare on Sirius. "I killed me... I didn't even think
about it. I killed me and the chained me was
grateful."
Sirius enfolded Harry in his arms, stroking his hair. "If you dreamt
that, no one would blame you and any one would have done the same." He
stepped back, looking at his Godson.
Green eyes blinked, coming slowly back into focus. "He warned me
though... He told me 'Be true to your heart' and then I had another
dream..."
"This one was different... Everything was intact,
it was almost as if there had been no war. Hogwarts was fine. The students were
happy but a flame snake banner surmounting the castle but everything else was
fine. Then I went somewhere else... I went to another castle and this one flew
only that banner...
"There were many wizards there and a basilisk came in and spoke to
someone. I don't know who... I never saw that persons face but there were three
people on the dais, one enthroned, the other two served them. After the serpent
spoke three more people appeared - Charlie Weasley,
Professor Lupin and you."
"Harry... A snake isn't necessarily bad... You can speak parceltongue but that doesn't make you evil and serpents
aren't all evil."
"I know," Harry gulped. "That's not it. You called... You
called one of the people on the dais Voldemort," he finished the sentence
in a rush.
"No..." Sirius whispered the word. "That wouldn't
happen."
"It... it wasn't Voldemort though... He was too young and even if it
was Voldemort he wouldn't bow to anyone... And he was. He was bowing to
someone. Who has that type of power?"
Sirius frowned. No one had that type of power... No one had had that type of
power for over a thousand years. "It was a dream."
"It was more than a dream! Divination isn't exact but even I know
the difference between a true dream and something my imagination brewed up.
This was a true dream. It was the future I dreamt, both times..."
"Harry even when you dream the future, it doesn't have to be. I know.
Believe me I know. Only you can create the future. So create the future
you want Harry, but I would still agree with your doppelgangers advice. Be true
to your heart."
"Sirius..?" Harry tried to interrupt but his guardian was
speaking, remembering the past and determined to get the warning out.
"I don't know what you are afraid of Harry but if you are happy, that
is what is important. Don't worry about the rest of us Harry - follow your
heart. If I'd have truly followed mine perhaps we wouldn't have been in this
position, perhaps Lily and James would still be alive because we would have
dealt with the suspicions we had at the time, rather than letting them fester
and letting them make us make our mistake."
::Master...::
::Yes?::
Harry gasped as he felt a wave of emotion come from Red Eyes. It was a
mixture of thanks and love. He sent a wave back but couldn't hide his confusion
at the thanks. He hadn't done anything.
::We did Master. We healed him.::
::Thank you,:: Harry whispered in his mind softly
but the Shadows weren't finished yet.
Around the corridor they came to life, flittering and flickering, skittering
softly over the stone floor. ::Master, it is time.::
"What is this?" Sirius exclaimed jumping back.
"Master, you cannot let your first vision occur," the Shadows
actually spoke, their echoing voices serving to confirm their existence to
Sirius.
"I will not let the second one happen!" Harry snapped back.
"We only want you to be happy. Do not let the first one occur, change
the second but do not let the first one occur," they almost seemed to beg.
"Who? What?" Sirius' eyes were wide.
"We are Harry's power."
"So why do you care?"
"We want our Master to be happy. We have to obey him but it is easier
for us to get what we want when he is happy," they explained to Sirius
before turning their attention back to Harry. "And we will protect your
happiness. Master, the vampires do not understand. They do not understand what
we know, what he knows."
"What?"
::Without light Master, there is no dark. They are
arrogant enough to believe that they are the dark and that they can
survive without light. But that is not true. Without dark, there is no light.
That is the other truth. Even Dumbledore knows that.::
The Shadows responded silently again but they were still present.
Sirius watched as Harry nodded. He knew his Godson was conversing with the
Shadows and despite the fact that he was now excluded from the conversation he
didn't feel excluded. He trusted them. He'd felt them before. The one time at
the Quidditch game they had been there, mixed with
other power but they had been the one's who had destroyed the Bludger. And they
had claimed to be Harry's power, Harry's inheritance. It made sense. James had
always had more luck that anyone should rightfully have, when hiding in
Shadows.
::But Dumbledore wants to defeat Voldemort.::
::Yes. It is a balance. We want it one way, he
wants it the other but both know there is a balance. Dumbledore wants to defeat
Voldemort, he would like to defeat the Dark but he knows that is impossible. Xeoaph does not understand. Lucius
does not understand. So you have to help the Dark Lord.::
::I have to help Voldemort?:: Harry hissed
::I will not let the second vision occur.::
::You do not have to, Master, but you must help him
or else you will never be whole. The vampires are helping Lucius
and they do not understand. Xeoaph does not understand.::
::What don't they understand?::
::Without light there cannot be dark so some light must be allowed to exist
and the Dark Lord, like us, has chosen what light he will allow.::
::What light..?::
::Master,:: the Shadows laughed ::You...::
they whispered in a tone full of amusement.
::What?:: Emerald eyes snapped wide.
::Voldemort has not lied to you Master. He is the
one you know as Red Eyes and everything he has said and feels is the truth. You
cannot lie mind to mind Master, not when you are tied as deeply as you are.::
::No...::
"Harry?" Sirius questioned as his Godson stiffened.
::Master, be true to your heart. Whatever future
you create, be true to your heart.::
"Harry?"
"Sirius," Harry's voice trembled. "I don't know what to
do." I can't... I can't love him...
"Harry, no matter what happens there is only one thing to do. Know no
regret and be true to your heart."
How can I love him? How can I even like him? Why would he
even...? Harry's thoughts swirled and he swallowed hard. "No... You
don't understand... I don't know what to do."
"You can die."
Sirius didn't even blink he was reaching for his wand before the sentence
was finished and had a Protes charm around
himself and Harry before he looked towards the voice. The Shadows skittered and
stilled, settling back into darkness, for the moment unwilling to act.
"Draco," he hissed. "Too afraid to strike
him from behind as before?" Sirius added the jibe, moving Harry to
a position behind him.
The blond boy smiled. "Last time was a mistake. This time, we finish
it."
Black eyes flashed and Sirius growled softly as other black robed Slytherin students stepped forth, their wands drawn and a
fanatical light in their eyes.
"You might be fully trained," Draco began, casting a light charm
at the shield, "but we far out number you and you can't hope to hold up to
our strength."
>Sssh shss sshs ss shshhss.<
Sirius' spared a glance at Harry and saw a smallish serpent slithering its
way out of his godson's clothing. It was black, with a red crest and its green
eyes were slowing changing colour becoming yellow before their glow intensified
to a deep and angry red. It's tongue flickered
constantly sampling the air and with a sudden surety Sirius knew the serpent
would report this back to it's Master. No matter what happened now, everyone
here was doomed.
"Xaos," Harry murmured as the snake
surged forwards, through the shield charm, its mouth opened wide, striking at
one student who'd gotten too close.
Before anyone could react it was too late and a girl Sirius vaguely
recognised as being a Slytherin seventh year
screamed, falling to the ground, trying to clutch her leg as she convulsed,
foaming at the mouth, gurgling as she tried to draw breath against the poison
now burning through her system. The serpent hissed again at her, dismissing her
thrashing with a sharp flick of it's tail before it
turned brilliant ruby eyes towards one of the others who was watching it with
morbid fascination. A fatal mistake.
Everyone knew the consequences of looking into the eyes of a basilisk but
very few people had ever seen the deadly efficiency of its most potent weapon.
There was no noise, no scream because there was no time. There was no sudden
gasp of breath as the body knew surprise. There was no stiffening of limbs as
shock passed through the nervous system. There was only death, irrevocable and
silent as the body simply ceased to function and fell in a graceless formless
heap.
The movement though broke through the confusion of the other Slytherin's and they jumped into action, casting spells at
the shield charm Sirius had raised as the serpent retreated fully into its
safety.
Harry blinked as the curses and charms splashed up against the shield, then
he drew a shuddering breath, bringing himself back to the present. Whatever
turmoil he might be feeling he knew one thing with absolute certainty, he was
not going to let Draco get any further. "Xaos,"
he sighed happily, holding his left arm out to the serpent. The black serpent
coiled itself there, resting his head on the back of Harry's hand, tongue flickering
and eyes mockingly daring anyone to meet its gaze. >Good boy,< he added the compliment as he drew his wand, eyes
narrowing as he looked towards Draco. "If you start
running now Malfoy, you might be able to
outrun Xaos but I doubt it."
"And if you start begging, I might kill you before the end of
the night."
Harry smiled grimly as he remembered his first dream. "Never happen, Malfoy, never happen," he said with conviction,
feeling strangely reassured at the memory.
Draco flushed, grinding his teeth in annoyance of the confident tone
underlying the Gryffindork's voice. Well... He'd have
the last laugh, looking into glassy dead eyes. Oh yes... He would have
the last laugh. His Father had spent the summer teaching him a number of very
advanced charms specifically for this day and he wasn't going to fail now.
"Shatterous."
"Argh!" Sirius
groaned as the curse hit his shield sending brilliant lines of colour over it
in a crackled pattern.
"Sirius, don't waste your strength," Harry said as he threw several
minor curses through it. They were intended more to irritate than incapacitate.
He had no illusions about this battle. It was kill or be killed or worse and he
was not about to let that happen.
"All right," Sirius responded, licking his lips as he picked out
his targets. "Three, two, one!"
"Stupify! Crucio!
Petrifis! Stupefy! Sonici! Absenta! Crucio! Darkshale! Silettos! Furnunculus!"
Three more of Draco's cronies fell and Sirius
snarled in pain briefly before he cast the counter charm for a curse that had
slipped through his defences. They didn't want him. That much had been clear
from the attack but they were prepared to go through him as necessary. Harry
was covering his brief pause, sniping randomly at the various students and
masterfully intercepting their charms as Xaos hissed
spitefully. His Godson was good, he could not deny that. He was better than
James. Harry might even be the best dualist in centuries but the Slytherin students were coming from everywhere and they
were persistent. They couldn't hold them off forever.
"Enough," Draco snapped, stepping forward. "This ends now! Avada Kedrava!"
"NO!" Harry cried, pushing Sirius down, without thinking.
But even as Sirius fell he turned himself, looking up at his Godson.
"No, Harry!"
It was too late. The deadly green curse had already impacted with Harry's
chest, outlining him with an unearthly glow before it disappeared. Sirius held
his arms out as Harry fell, cradling his body as they both came to a rest on
the cold stone.
"Harry..."
Harry coughed, blood flecked around his mouth and his green eyes were dull. Xaos hissed softly, sadly, nuzzling his head into Harry's
hand. Harry met Sirius' gaze as he swallowed the blood.
His mouth moved and it was a few moments before he could speak, his breath
coming in small gasps. "I love him, Sirius," he sighed, blood
gurgling in his throat and a tear tracing it's way
from the corner of his eye as he realised the truth. It didn't matter that Red
Eyes was Voldemort, it only mattered that he'd never really get to knowingly
say 'Thank you' to the man who had saved him. He'd never be able to look into
those crimson eyes and say 'I love you'. He had slept with him, true, and it
had been sweet but now that he knew how much more could it be? But it
would never be and he regretted that. The chance had gone... Thank you...
I'm sorry...
"I love you," he voiced the statement he'd never get to
make, as the Shadows wrapped around him, and he breathed no more.
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Note: Xaos hisses before he strikes 'Sssh shss sshs
ss shshhs' - 'Stay away
from my Master.'
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Petrifis - Petrification spell, but unlike the one
Hermione used on Neville, this one uses time petrification so the person or
thing affected ages. A person would become something akin to a dried up mummy.
Sonici - Sonic - A sound attack
utilizing sound waves to paralyse the target.
Absenta - Blocks all sensory input so that the
target cannot hear, feel, smell, taste, touch or speak.
Darkshale - Casts darkness around the individual
targeted meaning that they can't see and thus can't fight.
Silettos - Stiletto - long thin blades are cast
out at the target.
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