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Chapter IV - Realisation

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Harry looked down at the letter in his hands. It made absolutely no
sense. It had been signed under the seal of Lord Voldemort but its tone was
nothing like he had ever expected.
In fact, it was so unexpected that he had almost thrown it away, not
believing that the Dark Lord had written this.
His 'noble Mother's sacrifice'? Since when did the Dark Lord consider
his mother's actions noble? He had considered them unnecessary, he had
considered them useless and he had considered them bloody hinderingly awkward
but he had never considered them noble! From Lord Voldemort's
stance, what could be considered noble or good about the actions that lead to
his downfall?
And his Father! Dying valiantly... That just didn't make sense. James
Potter's actions had been in vain but they had been from the heart and they had
been the last ditch effort of a Father to save his family but to the Lord
Voldemort they had wasted precious time and energy. They had been futile and
pathetic. There was nothing valiant about certain death.
But other bits had been interesting... Very interesting.
His name for example... Both their names.
Everyone spoke of Voldemort being Slytherin's Heir but no one had spelled it
out so clearly. And everyone expected him to be exceptional... Now he knew
why... Even without being central to Lord Voldemort's downfall the expectation
would still be there.
Potter, for the line that bears the Gryffindor inheritance.
But what was Gryffindor's inheritance and why was it more dangerous that the
others?
Harry smiled... He bet Ravenclaw didn't know about their Founders Power...
It sounded so creepy and the picture one got of Rowena Ravenclaw was some know
it all, who was never tolerated lateness to class, some one straight laced and
proper who didn't go about violating the peace of the dead. Someone like
McGonagall without the sly approval of brave antics. Hufflepuffs ability didn't
sound too bad though... To feel the Earth and know the truth...
He wasn't too sure about that whole 'to feel the Earth' bit but he could
sure use 'know the truth'... Dumbledore was covering something up. Something
big. The Headmaster had assured Harry that he would tell him when he was old
enough but when was that going to be? If he had Hufflepuffs power he could know
already and then he wouldn't need others to define his truth...
Wait... What was he thinking..? Dumbledore had never lied to him, he
had just never told him whatever the information was. Withholding information
was not the same as lying...
But what if he is lying? How could you tell that? You don't even know
what he knows.
He will tell me when I am ready!
So when will that be?
Probably about the same time Lord Voldemort thinks I am ready to hear the
other things he only hinted at.
The voice was silent at that rebuke and Harry allowed himself a small smile
of triumph. It wasn't often he got one over his conscience.
He looked back at the letter. The first bit made sense. Twisted sense but it
was obvious Voldemort wanted him to join the Dark Lord in his conquest of the
world. The bit about him not understanding was very reminiscent of Dumbledore
but Harry didn't dwell on the similarities now, instead he moved on towards
patience and training.
Since he still didn't know what the Dark Lord was referring to patience
wasn't going to be hard. He wasn't anticipating anything so time would move as
it always would, glacially slow during summer, ligthningly fast during other
times of the year. Training though... Hogwarts was training his magic but
Voldemort didn't really think he believed the world was how the Dark Lord saw
it? The Dursleys were bad Muggles but not all Muggles were bad. And what was
that about the first few difficult times? Difficult times of what?
Harry shook his head and continued. Their names were interesting but since
they'd both already been hinted at there was no surprise. No matter how grand
the name, he couldn't help whom he was descended from. He was more concerned
over what this power was meant to be. As for the Dark Lord fearing him, he
would have had to fear something for him to be so intent on killing baby Harry.
What else truly motivated evil but the threat to their own power?
But what was this about him bearing only a part of Slytherin's gift?
Slytherin could talk to snakes... That was it, wasn't it? And if it wasn't, why
hadn't Riddle revealed the whole gift in the Chamber? Harry shrugged his
shoulders, so he'd only gotten part of Slytherin's abilities. Part was more
than enough to turn the whole school against him and to have the world think
him dark merely because he could talk to snakes... He didn't need the lot, the
part he'd got had done enough damage already, thank you very much.
And the next bit... Voldemort no longer desired to kill him. Yeah, well, it
would be a cold day in hell before the Dark Lord ever meant that, wouldn't it?
Unless of course, he really did think access to Gryffindor's inheritance was
worth keeping Harry alive for. But that line of reasoning just lead back to the
question of what was Gryffindor's power.
But it was the visions that interested Harry the most. Upon first reading
they seemed incredibly straightforward. In the first one, he fights Voldemort
and is eventually helped by his Father thus winning the battle. The Death
Eaters turn on their Master and in the ensuing chaos he and his dad finish the
job. The second one, something happened that turned him towards the darkness
and he defends the Dark Lord from his own minions before helping him win over
the Wizarding World. And the third one, while not being complete, Voldemort
forces his compliance before they have to fight the Death Eaters, winning that
battle and then... Voldemort hadn't relayed how that vision had ended.
They seemed easy to understand but Dark Lord had been correct. Who was the
other Phoenix? It appeared in all three visions. The first as a seeming ally,
the second as an enemy and the third as what..?
Harry blinked. If he had to guess then he would say that the other Phoenix
was Dumbledore. It would all fit together nicely then but could a vision really
be that easy and did the Phoenix have to represent a single person? While the
third vision was new, there was nothing there that negated the first two. After
all, in both the first two he had his famous scar and in the third... Harry
looked back at the parchment. The third vision said nothing about his scar. Had
the Dark Lord merely forgotten to mention it, or was it possible that the third
vision referred to something else entirely? And what was that darkness that was
meant to be released?
He shook his head. The visions were interesting but he couldn't make sense
of them. Bits seemed to fit together but not the whole. Maybe he should give
them to Trelawny, tell her that he foresaw this over the summer and needed her
help in interpreting them. He could see the old bat now. She'd find a way to
say that the dark was his death or something like that... It would almost be
amusing to see her fumbling with them. He supposed though that he should tell
Dumbledore but after a moments consideration Harry shrugged. What would telling
the Headmaster really achieve? They already knew Voldemort was acting to some
twisted scheme only he saw and these visions were probably only figments of the
Dark Lords imagination. They didn't mean anything, despite what Tom Riddle
might wish.
Harry looked back at the last bit of the letter. Well, Voldemort might want
the third vision to come to pass but Harry definitely liked the first. He would
see his Father again. But it seemed the Dark Lord would be intent. 'I will come
for you.'
He felt a small shiver pass through him before he remembered. The only
reason he stayed with the Dursleys was so that the ancient magic would be
induced. Magic like the Fidelus charm but without the need for a Secret Keeper,
magic that went further than that and provided solid resistance against the
Dark Arts. At least, that's what Dumbledore had told him when he had asked. The
Headmaster had also assured him that the Magic was completely involuntary. It
didn't matter how the Dursleys felt because their feelings had nothing to do
with it being invoked. The other thing he had been reassured about was the fact
that if it came down, there were further, more conventional magic wards cast
around his house: anti-apparition wards, alarms and shields. Nothing as
elaborate or as long term as those surrounding Hogwarts but formidable enough
in there own right. He'd actually caught a glimpse of them for the first time,
this year on his return from Hogwarts and had been surprised at their strength.
While he might not like the Dursleys, he was quite safe here. Voldemort
could try to come but he wouldn't get very far.
Or will he? 'Know that nothing will stand in my way.' Do you really believe
a bunch of aging wards will keep out the Dark Lord?
Harry gulped. Why did he have to remember that line now? Especially with
what the paragraph before had said.
I will not go to him willingly!
What makes you think he's going to give you a choice?
Harry's eyes snapped open at that. It was true, wasn't it? Imperio wasn't
the only way to control a person, just the only way that was guaranteed to get
you into Azkaban. The Dark Lord didn't care about that, but he did know that
Imperio wouldn't work on him. But how many other ways would a Dark Lord know to
control someone? How many potions or spells could be used? Harry didn't know
but he had a feeling Voldemort knew and had already planned which method he was
going to use. And that would make the third vision very likely.
But could a vision tell the difference between his willing submission or his
coerced willing submission? And was there a difference? Submission was
submission.
Harry shivered as his eyes lingered on the last part of the letter.
        You will give me what I want,
Harry and you will

        do so willingly. You will give me
such pleasure...
        Know that I will come for you
Harry. Know that

        nothing will stand in my way.
        You are my little one, Harry.
You are my Phoenix

        crested Basilisk and I will come
for you.
        Wait for me, my little one,
wait for me.
        You are mine.
The words stated it clearly and suddenly Harry knew it was true. The Dark
Lord would come for him and one way or another would gain his submission before
the first lines would come to pass. The whole letter had been written for them.
        You will give me such
pleasure...
Not from the torture of submission but in the servitude after. Servitude
that would go far beyond any other Death Eater's and would be so personal that
he could never escape. The letter had been written, long winded and strangely
gentle, just to purvey this one line and the hidden meaning it contained.
Voldemort didn't want Harry to serve him, the Dark Lord wanted him to sex
him
The Dark Lord wanted Harry to stand beside him as his wife.
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