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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 38

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Coming into the Abbey that night, Harry quickly pinpointed where Tom was. From what he was getting, his lover was still in his office doing something or other. Nodding to himself, Harry made certain he had the ring somewhere he wouldn't lose it then decided to go see his godfather. As busy as things were during the day around here, it was doubtful that he would have a chance to talk to him so he decided to head that direction.

Once he dumped his books and things in the room he shared with Tom, he made his way to the one Sirius was staying in. Knocking on the door, he waited for his godfather to tell him to come in before stepping inside. When he saw Sirius spread out on the bed, reading, he grinned. Walking over, he plopped down by him and said, “Hey, Sirius!”

Grinning himself, Sirius reached out and ruffled Harry's hair then said, “Hey, Harry!”

“How was your day?” Harry asked, settling in.

Shrugging, Sirius told him, “A bit boring but that's to be expected. At least I’m not on the run or anything. I suppose we'll come up with some things for me to do.”

“We will,” Harry told him firmly. “Tomorrow, from what I understand, they're going to move you out to the small house on the grounds. That way you can wander about all you like. After that, we can come up with something.” Shrugging, he then said, “If nothing else, we can come up with a glamour or something that lets you get out once in a while. That's what I do.”

Nodding, thinking that over, Sirius shrugged, “We'll come up with something, I'm sure. I guess I don't like being confined after Azkaban.”

“Oh, that's something I can understand,” Harry told him with a firm nod. “We'll find something, Sirius, I promise. We always have something you can do around here. No, not anything to do with what we're trying to accomplish, but something. Like I said, there is always stuff to do around here. I would say that you could find someone to talk to but the only one there is Barty. Not sure how well you know him but he's a good guy. I like him.”

“His cell wasn't far from mine,” Sirius told Harry softly. “Not sure about that part, you know”

Wincing, not having known that, Harry nodded. “Gotcha. I'm around all day. We can spend time together or something. You can teach me all you know about pranks!” Harry said with a grin.

Chuckling, Sirius clapped Harry on the shoulder. “Yeah, I could do that. You never know when things like that will come in handy after all.”

“I'll be here all winter break too. I won't be staying at the school this year.”

“I'll find something to do, Harry, there's no reason you have to worry about keeping me entertained. It's just new and will take some time to adjust to is all.”

“I assumed,” Harry said with a nod. “If nothing else and you get bored, there is some research we need done. It's not related to what we're doing, more like stuff we just want to know about.”

Wrinkling his nose, Sirius said, “I would have to be really bored to do that. That was more Remus' thing than mine. He was the bookworm.”

“I assumed,” Harry chuckled. Sitting there, quiet, Harry said, “I know this isn't the best, but I'm glad you're here. It sure beats worrying about you on the run, you know? That was a bad situation.”

“Despite not liking being in Death Eater central, after having time to think it over, I have to agree with you,” Sirius told him with a sigh. “I won't say I'm happy with the whole thing, but it's better than being on the run, with a chance of getting caught, or being imprisoned in the old family home. I'll find something to do with myself, Harry, don't worry. Just so I don't have to encounter Wormtail again.”

“I'll make sure he stays away,” Harry told him, nodding, a look of grim determination on his face. “He knows better than to play around with me. I don't like him and he knows it. So, he tends to stay away.”

Looking at his godson, Sirius nodded. He supposed he hadn't thought much about his old friend when it came to his godson. Sighing, he finally shook his head, “I suppose I didn't think much about you having to interact with him.”

Making a face, Harry sighed, “Yeah, I have. It's not pleasant either. I don't like him and he knows it. If there was a way to Obliviate a lot of things, I would have and made sure he was in the hands of the Ministry. There just isn't any way that we know of to do that. It's one of those things I've been lobbying for since the beginning.”

Considering how intense Harry was anymore, Sirius had no doubt that his godson had done such a thing. Nodding slowly, he said, “I don't think there is any way to do something like that. At least not that someone competent could break or would get suspicious over. With all the information that he has, you wouldn't even want to try, honestly.”

Shoulders slumping, Harry nodded, “Yeah, I know. I just kept hoping so I could get you out of this mess. But there isn't any way I can see.”

“Harry, you need to quit worrying about me. You have enough on your plate as it is. Worrying about me doesn't need to be added. Let me handle things about that. You've done more than enough.”

Looking at Sirius, Harry shrugged, “I can't help it. You're really the first one that was willing to stick with me and try without being manipulated into it.”

Putting a hand on the back of Harry's head, Sirius rubbed it and smiled, “I'm glad to do it. You're my godson for a reason, you know.”

“I've-- it's just that you're the only one willing, no matter how much it's put you out. That's a big thing to me.”

Slipping his arm around Harry's shoulders, he gave it a squeeze then said, “It comes with the territory, Harry. I was glad to take on being your godfather. I couldn't be there for you like I wanted, what with what happened, but I can now and fully plan to.”

Smiling, Harry nodded then leaned against Sirius. They just sat there like it for a long time, saying nothing, which was fine with Harry. He liked the way it felt and would take all he could get of it. It wasn't until he heard Tom start to come up the stairs that he moved. Looking at Sirius, he said, “Alright, I'm going to get to bed. Lots to do tomorrow, like always.”

“You work too hard, Harry,” Sirius chuckled but ruffled his hair. “I bet you're tired, what with all you do.”

“You have no idea some days,” Harry told him, chuckling. Sliding off the bed, he told him, “See you in the morning” After a wave, he vanished out the door and headed to his own room.

Looking at the door his godson vanished out of, Sirius had a pensive look on his face. The thought that his godson was going to join the Dark Lord in bed was something that bothered him. He wouldn't say anything, of course, as that wasn't his place to do since the relationship was well established, it didn't mean he liked it though. However, it was going to be a case of one of those things that he was going to have to learn to deal with was all.

Sighing, shaking his head, Sirius slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He was tired, of course, so it was time to go to bed. He was looking forward to sleeping where he didn't have to keep one eye open for danger. It had been a while since that happened!

Tom was just coming out of the bathroom as Harry came back in. Looking at his younger lover, he asked, “Spending time with Sirius?”

Flopping in a chair and starting to take his trainers off, Harry nodded. “Yeah, was just checking on him. He seems a bit more comfortable with staying here now. I'm glad about that.” Once he had his shoes off, he pulled the ring out then handed it over to Tom, grinning, “And there it is!”

Taking it, Tom looked it over, nodding when he saw it wasn't marred in any way. “You have it exchanged? And there wasn't an issue?”

“All taken care of. Haven't heard anything about Dumbledore noticing anything different either. So, all went well. That's one less thing for us to worry about now,” Harry told him, snagging his pajamas.

“It is,” Tom said, looking the ring over. Looking back at Harry, he said, “Give me the locket. While you change, I'll put the ring on it. That way you can wear both of them. I can think of nowhere safer to keep them than with you.”

Grinning, Harry slipped the locket from around his neck and handed it over. Taking his pajamas, he went into the bathroom to change.

Smiling after his young lover went into the bathroom, Tom then sat on the edge of the bed and began to attach the ring on the chain that held the locket. When he was done, he held it up and looked at the two of them, nodding. Yes, this was good. They were protected. If they were with Harry, nothing could happen to them, that he knew. They would be better protected than if he had a vault for them at Gringotts.

When his young man came back in, he stood up and motioned him over. When Harry was in front of him, he slipped the chain back over his head and smiled. “There. Now you have both.”

Reaching down to finger both the locket and the ring, Harry grinned then looked back at Tom.

Putting a hand on Harry's head, Tom gave his hair a soft tug before letting two fingers run down his jaw. Leaning forward, he kissed him tenderly then said, tone soft, “Let's go to bed. It's been a long day for both of us.”

“Alright,” Harry said, looking at him.

Sitting in the extensive library in Grimmauld Place, Bill was pouring over a massive book, looking grim as he did. As he had thought, the books that Albus had given him were woefully short of information or glossing over other parts that were less than pleasant. Grimly turning the pages, he liked the fact that this one had more information in it than the others but didn't like what it was saying. Oh, sure, it talked about some of what the ones Albus had given him had, however, it also mentioned the fact that if this whole thing was manipulated in any way, both parties involved would lose their magic and be facing an untimely death. No, he didn't like that, not at all! Then there were the tasks-- Albus had assured him he would help him through those. If this book was right, though, if the aging headmaster did that, he could expect a gruesome death, as would Albus.

After finishing up reading, he shut the book with a shudder then looked around at the others that were piled there. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. He needed to talk to someone. In the past that had always been Charlie. As they were close in age, he had a good relationship with his brother. However, to do that, he would have to go to Romania. No, that wasn't an option right now. Not only was it the middle of the bloody night, he wasn't sure what to say to his brother. How did he explain this? Let alone get advice? That was what he wanted. As Charlie was raised like him, believing that Dumbledore knew what was best, chances were that he would side with the headmaster. However, he would at least listen and Bill would see the whole thing from a different perspective. It wasn't an option, though.

There was Fleur, of course. He was going to share his life with her after all. He knew his family didn't like her much, not seeing too far beyond some of the aspects of her personality, but he was with her because he could. She was intelligent and reasonable about most things. Something like this though? He didn't want to do that. He was well aware that she knew what was coming and that it was dangerous, something he accepted, along with his family's role in it, something like this though? He didn't think so. If he was having bad feelings over the whole thing, she was bound to be worse. Nor did she think he could be neutral on the topic.

Remus came to mind next but he wasn't around. Nor did he have a way to contact him. From what he knew, Remus was off with one of the werewolf packs doing something or other. Even if he could get an owl to the man, it would take days to get a reply. No, it wasn't viable.

Sighing, he looked down then his mind hit on Aberforth. No, he wasn't the most neutral of beings, especially after that last talk about Albus, but he wouldn't throw a fit if Bill was questioning what the headmaster was doing either.

Figuring that was the best shot he had, Bill quickly gathered the books, shrunk them then stuffed the whole stack into his pocket before taking off. Though it was late, he knew the barman was usually up this time of night. Plus, there wouldn't be anyone around that might overhear something. It wasn't the best, but it was better than nothing.

Sitting in Aberforth's private quarters at the Hog's Head, Bill was sipping at a beer, looking around the place, as the older man read through the books that he had been given. Normally, Bill met the man in the bar itself. As that was closed when he got there, with Aberforth just finishing cleaning up, they adjourned to his private quarters. Since this was the first time he had been in them, Bill was finding it interesting to look around. What held his attention most was the painting of the young girl that was there. It was, from what his friend said, a picture of his sister. Looking at the painting, he saw she seemed to be watching him intently. Though she looked sad, there was something in the look that seemed to tell him that she approved of him being there. He wasn't sure why, but that seemed to make him feel better about coming to the older man.

After what seemed like forever, Aberforth shut the last book with a sigh, looking dour. Shaking his head, he grabbed his beer and downed the rest of it. Standing, he told Bill, “Give me a minute to get another then we'll talk about this.”

Nodding, relaxing back in his chair, Bill said nothing, waiting.

Shuffling over and grabbing a beer, Aberforth cracked it open and took a sip before walking over and seating himself once more with a sigh. Leaning back in the creaking chair, he looked at Bill then shook his head before saying, “I don't like this, not at all. That-- I don't think Albus realizes what he's playing with when it comes to such a thing. It's one thing to manipulate people and get them to see the world the way you do. However, in this case, he's trying to do an end run around magic itself. That's not going to work.”

Sighing, Bill nodded. “I-- It's making me uncomfortable, Aberforth. The books he gave me mention vague consequences and some other things. The other ones? They spell it out very clearly. I'm not sure what to believe.”

“You said you got these books from the Black family library?” Seeing the younger man nod, Aberforth sighed. “I would go with the ones that you found on information. I've read both and those seem to have far more information in them so I would tend to believe them more.” Shifting around, he rubbed his eyes in a weary way then said, “You have every right to be uncomfortable with this. I don't like it either. It's like I said the other day; Albus is making his final play and setting this all up so it goes the way he wants it to after he's gone. No, this isn't good.”

“My gut is telling me I need to get away from this,” Bill told him grimly.

“You need to listen to that!” Aberforth told him firmly, looking at him. “I'm not involved and mine's telling me to stay the hell away as well. The fallout for you, personally, would be catastrophic! No, boy, you need to turn him down. I don't like this.”

Looking at the books that were sitting there, Bill nodded slowly. “I agree. I don't want to be drawn into this. The backlash isn't something I want to deal with. No, I won't do it. However, I don't like that he's even trying! I mean, some of what I read makes sense, you know? The part about needing balance. I don't mean we need a maniac running around, but everything needs a counter.”

“I agree,” Aberforth nodded. “I see many beings in here that are considered Dark. It's because that kind of magic is suited to them, not because they are evil. Then there is Albus. He's the Light Lord if what you say is right. Some of what he's done in this world isn't considered Light in any way. Hell, some of what he's done in the name of the 'Greater Good' is about as opposite of Light as you can get. Everything in this world has balance. If what those books say is right, magic tries to make sure that balance is kept. Albus is doing something he shouldn't. I'm sure there is going to be another Light Lord at some point, but, maybe, what's going on needs to happen.”

“Though not sure of some of what those books said about some things, I did get that things happen for a reason. If there is a Light or Dark Lord without their counterpart, magic is trying to set things right.” Stopping, Bill looked down at the table, trying to think. After several minutes of silence, he said, softly, “Maybe this whole thing with Albus is destined. Maybe it's the time that magic is trying to set some things right. It's trying to counter a swing we took.”

“That might be,” Aberforth said with a nod. “We've swung so far to the Light side that we stigmatize everything even remotely Dark. It shouldn't be that way. Look at Remus. No matter how nice he is, something all of us will confirm, and good-hearted, he's a Dark creature. He will never shake that stigma, something that allows others to discriminate against him. Others are the same way. They are from Dark families and their magical affinity is Dark, something that will always have people looking at them with suspicion. Then there is the fact that in the last several decades our Ministry and beings like Albus, in making our world more 'attractive' to Muggle-borns, have all but gutted our traditions that stretch back centuries. Instead of those, we celebrate generic versions that the Muggles have adopted and made into a joke. If anyone does dare celebrate those, they are viewed suspiciously, like they are evil. No, that isn't the way it should be.” Aberforth told Bill firmly with a shake of his head.

“Or they celebrate in secret like my mother's family,” Bill sighed. “I agree on that. There is balance needed. Maybe magic is trying to set this right by a backlash? I mean, if it's as you say and Albus had done things he shouldn't, this is the retribution from magic itself? I don't know. I guess, kind of like a form of karma?”

“That could be,” Aberforth nodded. “Magic will only let you play and mess with it for so long before there is a backlash against you. And with Albus being the Light Lord? I would tend to agree with it. If you're Light, you don't do some things, no matter how you justify it to yourself. Eventually, there is going to be payback.”

Sighing, Bill looked down, shaking his head then said, tone thoughtful, “Like I said, I'm turning this down but-- Would it be right of me to wait a while? I mean, I get the feeling that this was done for a reason. If I stall long enough in giving an answer it's going to be impossible to set all this into play before Albus goes. We've heard he's got about a year left. However, from what I saw of him, I doubt he has that long.” Stopping, Bill shook his head then said, “It's so strange, Aberforth. All of it.”

Looking at the younger man, Aberforth thought over what he said. As he well knew, things in this world happened for a reason. He would bet his beard that Bill finding the right books that gave him what he wanted to know was part of it. After taking another sip of his beer, the older man looked down at the scarred table they were sitting at then said, slowly, “Now, don't get me wrong on this, I love my brother dearly. I really do, despite all that's happened. However, I don't like some of what he's done or how he goes about things. That makes me angry. It also makes me angry that he thinks he has the right to manipulate and play with people's lives the way he does. I know he justifies it by thinking he's smarter than the rest of us. That doesn't give him the right to do such things. In making that clear, I want to say that I think you have the right idea. Let him think you're considering it and taking your time since it's a big decision. Let it play out that way. I have a feeling my brother isn't long for this world, as you said. I also think that there is some kind of retribution coming from magic itself. It's not going to let Albus play with the rules. I think this is part of it doing that.”

Sighing, Bill nodded. He didn't like doing something such as this. Albus was a being he had a great deal of respect for, even now. No, he didn't like some of what the man did or how he went about things, but he still respected him. In that, it made it hard not to do something. A part of him, the part that his parents had always drilled into him about how Albus was good, was screaming at him to go say something about how he should back off and let this play out. However, his realistic side was telling him that the aging headmaster wouldn't listen to a word he had to say. As Aberforth said a few time in the past, Albus was certain he knew what was best for everyone and that was just what he was doing. No, he wouldn't even consider it.

“Alright, I'm just going to avoid him for a while, professing that I'm busy or doing stuff with Fleur. When push finally comes to shove, I'm going to turn him down.” Bill finally stated firmly. “I don't want anything to do with this nor be at risk of any kind of retribution that could come from it. I just want to back away and stay out of it. The only thing I can hope is that Albus doesn't go to mom or dad. If he does, the heat's going to be on there. Though dad might listen to my reasoning as to why I don't want to do this, mom won't and she'll push me to take it on. I don't want to be put in that position.”

“I agree, Bill. You're doing the right thing from the way I see it. Just let things play out as they are. The only thing I might worry about is if Albus thinks you're not going to go for this, he might try with Charlie.”

“Even if he does, he won't get anywhere,” Bill said with a snort of amusement. “Nothing, nowhere will be able to pull Charlie away from his beloved dragons. I don't even think he would do something like that for a female he loved. No, that would fall on deaf ears there.” Stopping, Bill thought it over then said, tone distracted, “From what I read, Percy wouldn't be suited. Nor would either of the twins. With the way they are, they are more grey than Light anyway. Ron and Ginny are just too young I think. I do believe that takes my whole family out of the running.”

“I think so, too,” Aberforth nodded. “Which is a good thing. None of you lot need to be drawn into this mess.”

Sighing, Bill started to relax, thinking there was now a huge weight off his shoulders. Shaking his head, he said, “You know, I wonder if I shouldn't just go back to Egypt, taking Fleur with me. Maybe bump up the wedding a bit and just pull up stakes then go. I mean, we know there is a war coming, no doubt there, and it's not like I'm a coward but I don't think the so-called Light is going to be on the winning side this time. With all that's going on? No, I don't think so. Albus is pinning a lot of his hopes on Harry but I don't think Harry is as on board with things as Albus would like to think.”

“I don't see something like that as you being a coward, Bill. I see it as you're trying to protect you and yours from something you have doubts about. Nothing wrong with that. Really, I tend to agree with you about Harry as well. Tending bar, you hear about a lot of things. And I keep hearing plenty, especially with the school being so close. What I'm hearing is Harry is pulling himself away from Albus, doing his best to get out from under his thumb. He's succeeding too, from all that's said. I don't think Albus can get him back either.”

“You need to remember that I hear plenty tending bar. As we don't get the straight and narrow crowd that the Broomsticks does, they tend to be a bit freer with some information about things since they aren't apt to be frowned on about it. One of the things I keep hearing from some of the older crowd is they do think it's Harry that's supposed to save us all. They keep saying something about the Hallows Prophecy. I don't know what that is, honestly, just that the so-called Deathly Hallows was something Albus was obsessed with when he was young. However, if what I keep hearing is right, Harry is the direct descendent of one of the beings that created one of them. I don't know about that, honestly, because I don't know who it is. Several have mentioned this, saying that Harry fits the prophecy. It's him that's supposed to save us all. Now, really, I don't buy most things with prophecies, as they are crap, but neither do the people that are telling me about this either. That gives me pause.”

Stopping once more, Aberforth said, tone deadly serious, “Bill, if your gut is telling you to get out, do it! Get out and don't worry about it. What's coming isn't pretty. You know who is back, we all do, but this time around something is different. It's not like it was last time. There is something in play that I'm sure has something to do with what Albus is trying to manipulate. I don't think the so-called 'good side' of this is going to come out on top. Albus has manipulated too much, trying to set things in motion and I don't think he's got all the information he thinks he does. I think it's time many of us need to take a step back, like I already did.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Bill said, tone distracted, “I think Fleur and I need to have a long talk about this, I really do. Egypt is sounding better all the time. I don't like being played and that's what this feels like. And if he's done it to me, or is trying, it means he's done it before. That doesn't sit well with me.”

“No, it shouldn't. And I agree with you; if he's trying now, you can damned well bet he's done it before.” Aberforth told him firmly. “That's what Albus does, Bill. I know so many of you don't like to hear it, but he does. And it sounds to me like that's what he's doing again. I'm betting there are many he's done it to, not the least of which is that young man so many of you are pinning your hopes on.”

“I agree,” Bill sighed. Looking the older man, he asked, “You said the name of that prophecy is the Hallows Prophecy?” Seeing Aberforth nod, he asked, “Do you know what it says?”

“No, I don't. Wasn't interested enough to look it up, actually.” Aberforth told him with a shrug.

“Just for curiosity sake, I might. To see what it says.” With a sigh, Bill said, “I think I'll be back later in the week to talk. I need to get home and get some sleep. Work in the morning.”

“Anytime, Bill, you know that. My door is always open to you,” Aberforth told him, standing.

Standing up, Bill gathered the books he brought then shook the other man's hand before leaving.

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