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I do not own Harry Potter or co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the
characters, I own the plot. Also, if this is similar to any other fics, it was not intentional. As per usual, any original
characters, theories about magic and anything not already known to the HP world
is mine.

A/N:

Thanks
go out to my Betas Robyn and Jadite! Without their
help, any English majors out there probably would have wanted to hang me for my
bad use of commas and semicolons. :)

Mentions
of alcohol and drinking, you have been warned!

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter IV

Fate

There is no
armor against fate;

Death lays
his icy hand on kings.

-James
Shirley, The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses

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Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London
England, GB

Thursday the 31^st of July
1997

4:15 AM

Harry
had been taught by the best instructors in the world at Arcanum and though
they�d trained him to be prepared for any situation, he doubted they could have
ever cooked up such an unlikely situation. From the first moment he�d set his
foot in the Wizarding World he had been an icon, a Savior. According to legend,
he was the one who defeated the terrible He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,
a Dark Wizard that had killed many powerful witches and wizards yet was brought
down by a year old baby. Everyone had told him that he was the spitting image
of his father save his mother�s beautiful green eyes. It wasn�t right that he�d
been placed on a pedestal and forced to save the world, he who was barely more
than a child himself. He had learned to come to terms with what the world
wanted of him and knew that there was a good chance that his attempt to topple
Voldemort might kill him as well. While at Arcanum, he�d had his fair amount of
time to rail and scream at the world for bestowing upon him such a fate but now
he would give just about anything he had to take back what everyone else
thought his so-called �destiny�.

It
was all a lie; a terrible lie that was superimposed on a truth, that would
devastate the poor fools who placeed him upon a
pedestal entitled �Savior�. In the beginning, when his mother told him he had
been angry, who wouldn�t with the life he�d been forced to live? First, he was
the one who everyone was in awe of; then, he was the one that everyone
distrusted when he failed to live up to their expectations; and finally, he was
the one everyone had whispered about while worrying about his mental stability.
He�d been the one to see a classmate�s life snuffed out before his very eyes,
he�d been the final ingredient of Dark Wizard Revival Potion� and he�d come
Port-keying back to Hogwarts having barely escaped with his own life. Then he�d
gone �home� for a week and was abruptly visited in early July and told that he
was being transferred to who-knows-where for who-knows-how-long while being
patted on the head and told to �study hard�.

Arcanum
was as different from Hogwarts as the Sahara Desert
was to the South Pole. They did things differently there; schoolwork was
important yes but not as much as the practical application of the magic taught.
Classes were arranged by skill level with no more than a dozen students in any
given class. The Professors were like benevolent aunts or uncles, always
available to give advice or help with tutoring, always willing to listen to a
homesick student or solve disputes. Unlike Hogwarts, the Professors didn�t
believe in keeping secrets, they made no move to keep themselves separate from
their students and best of all they didn�t feel the need to pretend the world
was black and white. In fact, they did as much as they could to beat it into
their students� minds that the world was not only shades of gray but that there
was no such thing as a safe world. Every object, every person, every being was
capable of causing harm or possibly even death and at Arcanum you learned to
not only protect yourself but to use that which may cause you harm to your
advantage. Harry may have hated it in the beginning but slowly Arcanum grew on
him and it taught him the most important thing: survival.

Yet
for all the good it had done him, Harry found that with all the training,
mediation and study he could not deal with the situation as it was. Everyone
had painted such a perfect, saint-like image of his so-called parents that the
truth had positively cut him off by the knees. He wasn�t the biological son of
James Potter; he was the bastard son of Lily Evans-Potter and Severus Snape,
who wasn�t even aware that he had sired a child. Nothing about his life was
what it had seemed. How had James felt when he looked at him, knowing that he
was the bastard son of his school-boy rival? How had Lily talked her husband
into agreeing with such a crazed plan? Had either of his parents really loved
him at all? He wasn�t James�s son and for his mother had he simply been the
result of a Debt that had long been unclaimed? He was so confused.

If
that hadn�t been enough though there was the fact that his father was Severus
Snape, Potions Master and all-around venomous git.
The relationship between the father and son had always been simple, Snape hated
him for being James Potter�s son and Harry disliked Snape�s
outright favoritism and belittling of Harry�s beloved parents. Harry had no
immediate plans about informing his biological father that yes, he had fathered
the teen that he hated more than Neville Longbottom.
Merlin only knew what would happen after Snape blew up like Mt. Vesuvius
then brewed a Paternity Potion and saw the truth for what it was. No, Harry
rather liked to keep all his limbs in working condition. Then you tossed
Voldemort into the equation and Harry�s brain was ready to shut down and not
start again. Being Voldemort�s pawn, his servant, his loyal dog was just
sickening. Harry may have been na�ve enough to let Dumbledore direction his
moves in the giant chessboard of life but Harry would be damned to Hell before
he willingly submitted to Voldemort�s will, pain or no pain, pawn or no pawn,
loyalty by blood and all that rot.

So
Harry dealt with it the best he could. The days leading up to Harry�s birthday
were busy and exhausting, leaving him little time to brood over the fate that
loomed on the horizon. The first four days following the Summoning were
terrible with Harry snapping at everyone and spending the majority of his day
locked up in his room. He�d gone through enough conjured Firewhisky
to drink even Hagrid under the table and none of it
had helped him deal with the situation as it now stood. Helpless, he was
helpless and he�d rather have his skin flayed off than submit himself to
Voldemort. Just thinking about having to kneel to the old wizard made him want
to retch. It hadn�t helped either when everyone else had become very nosy or
wanted to �talk�. Ha, like he�d talk of anything that truly mattered with a
bunch of faithless turncoats like them.

When
getting roaring drunk finally got tiresome, not to mention bad for his figure,
Harry had decided to take out his pent up aggression with the world and his
insecurities about the fate that awaited him by throwing himself into his
training. So he would wake at 4:15 and head to the Order�s Room of Requirement
on the forth floor. He�d run ten miles on the treadmill, lift all kinds of
weights for an hour or two and then duel one of the training dummies. He�d quit
when his body was reduced to a pile of sore goo, at
which point he returned to his room and soak in his whirlpool bath for a half
hour. He�d go down and have breakfast, hang around and chat about meaningless
things for the morning before having lunch and then returning to his room to
read and study the books Headmaster Randolph had lent him. After studying for
six hours, he�d join everyone for dinner which was followed by a few mock duels
with whatever Order member felt like challenging him. At eleven o�clock he�d be
back in his room practicing his Wandless and Wordless magic along with using
his Transformation to his best ability. By the time he finished at one in the morning
he dropped off into his bed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Though
this particular morning was his birthday, Harry stuck to his morning routine;
working himself until he was sore and dripping with sweat and fatigue. A long
morning soak cheered him considerably though he was not looking the least bit
forward to whatever it was that everyone had been planning for him. Dressing in
a tight fitting short sleeved emerald button up shirt with black denim jeans
Harry eyed himself in the mirror and decided that
since it was his birthday he could wear whatever pleased him without backtalk.
Stripping down to his boxers with a wicked smile, Harry pulled on a pair of
black leather chaps over his silver boxers and grabbing a pale blue dragonhide vest slipped it on watching as it molded itself
onto his body. Harry used a spell to fuse his boxers to the chaps so that it
would move as one article of clothing instead of two.

Smirking
at his image, Harry gelled his hair into messy, curvy
spikes before deciding to remove the glamour that hid his earrings only
changing it so that they looked like onyx instead of diamonds which would have
caused a bit of a stir. He also took off the glamour hiding the runes on his
arms; it wasn�t as if they would recognize Necromanic
runes. Moving over to his closet, Harry pulled out a pair of mid-shin boots and
laced them up, smirking at the pair of chaps he had
chosen to wear. As it was summer, he�d ordered a few chaps which had criss-cross laces from about mid-thigh down to his ankles.
Giving himself a final once over he cheerfully made his way downstairs to the
kitchen grinning, boy was everyone going to get a shock when they saw him.

Harry
had just pushed open the door to the kitchen when he was bombarded with voices
exclaiming, �Surprise!� Under normal circumstances Harry might have been
surprised but A) he�d known they were planning something and B) he happened to
catch Remus and Sirius talking about his �surprise� party last week. If
anything it was everyone else who was surprised by Harry�s choice in dress,
Harry had never worn his dragonhide vests or his
chaps before. Judging from the dropped jaws, wide eyes and staring from the
majority of the Order Harry had well accomplished his goal.

�Morning,�
Harry greet with a smirk as he walked over to his place at the table which was
between Sirius and Remus, without glancing at the twins Harry warned them off
as he walked by them. �Lay one finger, let alone a hand on my arse and your
face will be meeting the floor of the dueling platform at a speed that will
make you dizzy.�

George
made a great show of being indignant, �Why Harry! How could you think that Fred
and I would even do such a rude thing!�

�I
agree with George Harry, how could you think we�d do something like that to you
of all people?� Fred said waving his finger in imitation of his mother.

Harry
snorted, �Deny and lie but don�t touch my arse!�

Mrs.
Weasley regained her voice. �Harry! By Merlin, where did you get such lewd clothing?!�

�Special
ordered it at Sartorial Splendor; I�ve got a good two dozen of these in my
closet.� Harry answered cheerfully, pulling out his chair and plopping down
into it.

Ginny
stared. �How long have you had pierced ears?�

�Since
I went to Diagon Alley earlier this month, and yes
these tattoos are also from that day as well.� Harry said running a finger over
the five runes on his left arm, another five were on his right.

Hermione
peered at them from across the table, �I don�t recognize those runes.�

�And
you wouldn�t they�re special, an Arcanum secret if you would.� Harry explained
leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head fingers touching the
back of his chair.

Sirius
just grinned. �A right rebel we�ve got here, Moony.�

�Definitely
Padfoot,� Remus answered shaking his head chuckling.
�Lily would have a heart attack if she saw you like this.�

Harry�s
eyes froze briefly before they became the cheerful brightness that they had
looked like when he strolled into the room. No one had noticed the change
except a figure dressed in all black who was leaning against the wall by the
corner. Interesting reaction to his mother�s name, Snape mused, I
shall have to see if it extends to his father as well.

�Just as vain as your arrogant father, strutting
around in that.� Snape said
venomously, waiting for a reaction.

Harry
choked on his pumpkin juice as a startled laugh tried to work it�s way out of his throat. If the greasy bat only knew,
Harry thought flashing Snape a cold smile. �Professor Snape, you can be
a right bastard all you like today and I wouldn�t give a damn because it�s my
birthday and now that I�m a legal adult, I can hex you all I like if you
cross the line.�

�Harry!�
Hermione hissed.

Harry
just smiled lazily. �No, honestly I�m not going to apologize I�ve put up with
his remarks for four whole years. Are we going to have breakfast or not? I�m
meeting some friends at Leisure Alley at eleven o�clock and I can�t be late.�

�Friends?�
asked Remus.

�Arcanum
Alumni of course, haven�t seen them in ages!� Harry answered laughing. �All
older than me obviously and no doubt they�re going to drag me off drinking but
it�ll be good to see them.�

Moody
frowned. �I don�t think that�s such a smart idea, Potter.�

Harry
shrugged. �No, it probably isn�t but even the hero needs a break, however if
you�re talking about my safety, I�ll be perfectly safe as long as I don�t leave
the Alleys. None of you have been able to beat me alone or in teams so I don�t
think I have to worry about Death Eaters and as I can both talk to the
Dementors and cast a Patronus I�ll live, I think.�

�But-� Mrs. Weasley attempted to
protest.

�I�m
not a kid! Honestly, I thought you�d have all figured that out. I can certainly
take care of myself, I don�t need a babysitter. If I have to duel you all to
leave, don�t think I wouldn�t and don�t think I�ll take it easy on any of you
either.� Harry said sharply.

Dumbledore
sighed. �Very well Harry, just be careful.�

�I�m
always careful.� Harry answered just as a phoenix appeared carrying a note from
Anthony. Harry quickly read the note and burst out laughing as he got to his
feet.

Sirius
glanced up at him. �Where are you off to?�

�Anthony�s
gotten himself in a bit of a mess and needs me to come right away. The idiot
can�t do anything right it appears. I�ll be out fairly late I imagine so don�t
wait up.� Harry said as the phoenix settled on his shoulder. They left in a
flash of fire.

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Leisure Alley, London
UK

Thursday the 31^st of July
1997

8:35 AM

Harry
smiled as he looked around the picturesque Leisure Alley. As its name implied,
this was where all the entertainment was to be found. At the end of the street,
Harry could see a full sized Quidditch pitch and a large wooded area with a
small lake. There were a few different shops where family portraits or
photographs could be taken along with some family jewelers. There were a few
different tea shops each featuring clubs where like minded people could meet to
discuss various things. As he passed by them, Harry could see aspiring artists
and photographers at one tea shop (Colin Creevy would
no doubt fit in there perfectly), Quidditch enthusiasts at another and charms
experts at the other side of the tea shop.

Down
a side street was where the nightclubs and other entertainment clubs (ranging
from burlesque clubs to brothels) were located, well out of the way of
impressionable children or hormone ridden teenagers. This part of the Alley was
especially warded so that the only way for someone under the age of seventeen
to enter was in the company of an adult above the age of twenty. Of course
there were other ways around the wards but as long as people were quieter about
using them (in other words not telling their entire Hogwarts class) no one
minded too much. Harry headed toward the entrance just outside of the wards
where Anthony was supposed to be waiting for him.

Leaning
against the wall of a shop was the older strawberry blond man that Harry was
meeting. Anthony Arrington was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a light tan,
chin length hair and gleaming jade eyes. Dressed in khaki shorts and a tight
fitting T-shirt, Anthony looked like an out of place Muggle, a handsome one
though.

�Well,
well! Never thought I�d see you dressed like that, looks good on you though.�
Anthony greeted as they thumped each other on the back.

Harry
just grinned. �That�s something coming from you oh mighty Casanova.�

�Don�t
know what you�re missing, Harry! But, we�ll see later tonight.� Anthony said
winking. �Come on, the rest are at the park with breakfast.�

The
�rest� ended up being all of Harry�s graduated friends from Arcanum. Leah
Maitland was a Scottish girl with pale blond hair, a petite but curvy body,
lavender eyes and a penchant for pranking anyone and
everyone. Ransom Wright was an American who was literally a genius; he
had a brilliant mind and had been writing charms and spells for years. He had
wildly curly hair the shade of honey, cerulean eyes and a lanky but muscled
body. Sunan Metharom was a cheerful Thai from an old Wizarding family from Bangkok; he was tall and
slim with a golden brown skin, dark silver eyes and very dark brown hair. A
black-haired girl with an oval face and light brown eyes, dressed in sapphire
blue robes ended up being Harry�s old crush Hotaru Suzuki. Harry had been
enamored of her quiet grace and unbelievable skill in martial arts, which was
understandable as her father was a world class instructor in aikido. And the
final friend was Sigurd Frisk a very tall, very blonde Norwegian who was now a
Beater for the Karasjok Kites and doing quite well
apparently.

After
breakfast, they informed Harry of the outing in the Muggle world that they were
going to celebrate Harry�s birthday. Harry had a laugh as they Apparated to the closest point to their destination. They
all knew about Harry�s atrocious childhood so they had decided to drag their
friend to Alton Towers
the biggest amusement park in Great
Britain. Upon arriving, they dragged Harry
directly to the Forbidden
Valley then X-sector
knowing that Harry would love the roller coasters since he enjoyed Flying so much. They were right and they spent the next two
or three hours riding different roller coasters though Harry refused to go on
the Ripsaw as he didn�t want to get his chaps wet. Not that it mattered everyone
teamed up against him and had him strapped down before he could escape. After
eating a quick lunch, Harry dragged everyone to X-sector and specifically
Oblivion, which was a Muggle version of a Wronski
Feint. It was good but still not as fun as broomstick but as a Muggle attempt,
brilliant!

They
left the park at six heading back to London
for a lavish seven course dinner at a very respectable Muggle restaurant. By
the time they finished eating and opening gifts, it was almost nine o�clock so
they headed back to Leisure Alley and specifically to Black Death a hotspot for
young witches and wizards. The club was decorated in black and gray with glass
and silver bar. Chairs were made of yew or Blackwood, padded with swathes of
opulent chintz. The walls were decorated with stark looking tapestries and in
the main room which was mainly a bar and a seating area, there was a charmed
skylight which filled the room with moonlight and shining stars.

The
room to the right was for the milder crowd which played a variety of Wizarding
music for those that wanted to simply dance and chat with drinks. The second
floor was a game room filled with tables for Exploding Snap, Wizard�s Poker, Gobstones and other games. The real place to be was the
basement which was where the wizards and witches who were a bit more open
minded went to enjoy Muggle music at its best. It was the basement that really
drew in the crowds, had a Muggle walked into the basement level they wouldn�t
have had a second thought, it looked exactly like a high-tech Muggle dance
floor. The only thing that was different was that everything ran on magic and
that there were spells and wards to amplify the music. That was where they were
headed�after a few drinks of
course.

It
took fifteen minutes for word to spread around the Triad Alleys that Harry
Potter was celebrating his seventeenth birthday in style (i.e., getting drunk)
at Black Death. To say that attendance that night was high would be an
understatement, it was to the point where the club was completely full.
Unfortunately, the club didn�t have a VIP system so Harry had to rely on his
friends and a few workers to keep back the crowds. Everyone wanted to buy Harry
a drink or dance but Harry was not going to accept drinks from anyone except
his friends or the few people that he knew. A few acquaintances from his year
at Hogwarts dropped by but Harry accepted few if any of their drinks. Just as
they were about to leave to head down to the basement, Harry�s arch rival Draco
Malfoy made his way to the front of the crowd.

�Potter,�
Draco sneered. �I bet that I can drink you under the table.�

Harry
would be damned if he let a Malfoy of all people try to out drink him,
Arcanum�s Heavyweight drinker. Harry�s lips curled as he growled right back at
Draco, �You wish.�

Draco
almost smiled as Anthony gave up his chair which was directly across from
Harry. �Firewhisky.� Draco
ordered.

�Stop,�
Harry said throwing up a hand at the waiter. �If we�re going to drink Malfoy
let us drink like real men, I want a cauldron of Douceur de Vivre!�
(sweetness of life)

Quite
a few people gasped, that was a highly alcoholic drink even though it was �like
drinking nectar.� Draco�s eyebrows raised and Harry just smiled at his rival.
They exchanged insults during the ten minutes it took for the bartender to
finish making their drink. Two crystal shot glasses were set in front of them
along with the bottle the drink was in.

Harry
calmly raised the bottle, �Ad fundum, Ad nauseam!�
(to the bottom, to the point of nausea) then he filled
each of the shot glasses.

Draco
raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised at his rival�s sudden use and knowledge
of Latin. Draco raised his glass to his rival, �Propria
manu!� (by my own hand)
Then he tossed back the shot.

Harry
didn�t say anything as he took his shot and filled their glasses again. They
each drank six shots before becoming visibly drunk. At which point Harry
smirked after pouring the seventh round of shots.

�A
bene placito,� (at your
pleasure) Harry said waving at their drinks.

Draco
attempted to sneer as he drank his shot. Harry just smiled as he took his shot
thinking, he�ll last another two rounds, three if he�s lucky. The tenth
shot was poured and Draco looked completely out of it, his face flushed and his
words coming out slurred.

�Drink
or forfeit?� Harry asked without even the slightest slur.

Draco
nearly knocked his shot glass over as he reached for it, raising the glass to
his lips he almost drank it but set it down with what looked like a scowl on
his face. �Can�t.�

Harry
smiled as he reached over and emptied Draco�s shot glass, then his own before
pouring what was left in the bottle into his glass and finishing it off. �Guess
I win, Malfoy. Acta est fibula, plaudite!�
(the play is done, applaud)

Several
people laughed and started clapping as Harry rose with just the slightest sway
and bowed dramatically before almost falling back into his chair. Hotaru smiled
as she leaned across the table and kissed Harry on the lips, tongue snaking
into his mouth to taste the sweet residue of Douceur de Vivre. Harry
broke of the kiss with a grin and a wink.

�Shall
we dance?� Harry asked his friends who all eagerly got up, congratulating him.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London
England, GB

Friday the 1^st of August 1997

12:17 PM

�God
I am an idiot,� Harry said hoarsely as he reached over to his night stand and
grabbed the vial of Hangover Potion he�d placed there before departing
yesterday. As the potion went to work, Harry lay on his bed thinking about the
last night. Dancing had been fun certainly, even if he hadn�t remembered much
besides sweaty bodies pressed up against his and going back for more drinks. To
be honest he was surprised he hadn�t splinched
himself when he Apparated back to Grimmauld Place
or fallen down the steps and broken his neck. Glancing down at himself, he was
not surprised that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. After a
few more minutes he dragged himself to the bathroom to begin his morning
ablutions.

When
he stepped in front of the mirror after getting dressed to style his hair he
was surprised to see the number of love bites on his neck. He didn�t remember
kissing anyone except Hotaru and that was only after he�d finished off the Douceur
de Vivre. Shrugging, Harry headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat before
meeting the others at their rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. As he entered the
kitchen, he saw Sirius and Remus eating sandwiches and drinking tea.

�Ah
Moony and I were wondering when you�d get up this morning. You collapsed like
the dead once you got to your room this morning.�

Harry
just shrugged. �Not the first time I�ve been drunk though I�ve never slept
quite so late before.�

�Well
it�s not everyday that you drink a little over a half a cauldron full of Douceur
de Vivre.� Sirius commented laughing.

�How
did you know about that?�

Remus
passed him the morning�s copy of the Daily Prophet.

A Black Death Birthday!

By: Rita Skeeter

Daily Prophet

August 1^st, 1997

Yesterday,
July 31^st Harry Potter (a.k.a the
Boy-Who-Lived) celebrated his seventeenth birthday in high style at the popular
nightclub Black Death. Potter was seen with a small group of close friends who,
incidentally, are also Arcanum Institute of Magic Alumni.
Sources report that Potter and his schoolboy rival Draco Malfoy, engaged in a
spirited drinking game with Douceur de Vivre which Potter won, exiting
the barroom with barely a stagger. The rest of the night was spent dancing in
the infamous Basement level of Black Death along with retreating back to
the barroom for a few drinks. Wizards and witches alike may rejoice as the
Boy-Who-Lived was spotted kissing members of both sexes. Potter was constantly
surrounded by the crowd who was eager to personally offer the Savior their
wishes on his birthday. For those of you single witches and wizards you may be
happy to hear that Potter did not leave with anyone when the nightclub closed
at three a.m. Potter is by all accounts handsome, wealthy, famous and
reportedly single�

Harry
growled as he saw that the report went on for several more pages with
accompanying pictures. Quite a few were taken during Harry and Draco�s drinking
game and one was of him dancing with Hotaru or to be more appropriate, grinding
bodies with her. The picture with Anthony however�

�Bloody
hell,� Harry replied staring as the picture of him and Anthony alternated
between running hands over each other�s bodies while kissing and biting each
other�s necks and moaning. That however explained the love bites; he�d
thought they were a little big to be from Hotaru.

�I
take that since you did come home alone that you aren�t dating either of
them?� asked Sirius teasingly.

Harry
was having a bad day but that didn�t mean that he was going to let his
Godfather make fun of him. Forcing himself to look eager and dreamy Harry
responded with, �This is wonderful! Now no one will be surprised when Hotaru,
Anthony and I announce that we are a m�nage � trois.�

�What?!�
Sirius bellowed while Remus�s jaw dropped open, eyes
wide.

Harry
laughed uproariously at the duo before pouring himself some tea and stealing
one of the sandwiches on Sirius�s plate. �Merlin you should have seen
your face! Priceless!�

�You
were joking then?� Remus asked tentatively.

�Of
course I�m joking! If I really was having a m�nage � trois, would I really tell you? Not likely.� Harry
replied before taking a bite from his sandwich. �Though Anthony is rather
handsome and Hotaru used to be my crush, however I wouldn�t survive their
parents.�

Sirius
frowned, �Why�s that?

�Hotaru�s dad is an aikido teacher so he�d want to spar with
me constantly along with her brothers and I�m not that good! One of
Anthony�s dads� is a Vampire and I�d rather not deal with that side of the
family.� Harry replied with a slight shudder. �I met them once and well the way
they looked at me made me feel like the last slab of meat at a butcher
shop. If Anthony hadn�t been around I�m almost dead certain that one or both of
his cousins would have jumped me.�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Sunday the 3rd of August 1997

10:00 PM

Voldemort
was on his way down to speak to Severus, who was in the dungeons in the Potions
Lab, when he caught part of a conversation between the Dementor Lord and well,
another Dementor.

��three weeks. Very strange for a
Necromancer, even one as young as he.�

�Necromancer�denies truth, will not seek.� came the broken voice of
the Dementor.

A
rattling noise (laughter), �That may be so brother but even he will not be able
to escape the fate that awaits him. Sooner or later the Snake Lord will Call his Dragons and even if he fights, he will still come.�

�Call months.�

�True
it will be months before the Snake Lord Calls� them to do battle in his name
but he will have to Call them periodically to oversee their Awakening. You did
not talk to the young Necromancer Gideon so you do not understand him as I do.
He will fight the Bond, of that I do not doubt, but he will not be as
subservient as the others, that is below him.�

��Truth, his blood protects.�

More rattling laughter. �The blood that flows through his veins is more
powerful than any other and the fact that he is at least a quarter Incubi�no one will rival his power.�

�Snake
Lord? Father?�

�Well
perhaps his father but not in the same ways and the Snake Lord will only be
more powerful than the young Necromancer because he is the Necromancer�s
Master. Not that it will matter, the Snake Lord may kill him before the summer
dies and if he does then he seals his own fate.�

Pause
�Fate?�

A
shuddering inhalation, �He will destroy our world in his desire to conquer and
the bloodlines of Wizards will die out. It will be the end of our kind should
the young Necromancer die before he attains the knowledge and uses of temporary
Improbitas morum.�
(Immortality)

Silence
then, �Tell Snake Lord?�

�I
cannot do that Gideon, the Snake Lord must work out on his own who the young Necromancer is and how he is to serve the
Lord. He will be in for a shock no doubt but I think that will pass quickly
enough.�

�Brother�yield?�

Loud
rattling noises echoed down the halls, making even Voldemort freeze at the
noise. �The young Necromancer yielding gracefully so soon?
Preposterous! No the Snake Lord will have to coax him, should he desire to
become the ruler of all. He cannot do it without the Necromancer you realize?
And the young Necromancer is far too spirited and mule headed to bend his knee
to anyone, even if he is the Snake Lord�s servant. We shall see how the Snake
Lord handles him and we will act accordingly should he
attempt to mistreat the Necromancer. Now we best get going Gideon, I must
instruct the others and then we will feast upon the Snake Lord�s
prisoners.�

Then
the air warmed again as the Dementors headed down the hall and Voldemort
stepped out of the shadows by the stairs. Interesting, I�m certain they
wanted me to overhear that as a Dementor can sense a human within a several
dozen yards of them. But why would they want me to overhear them? Voldemort
pondered as he continued down the opposite end of the hallway the Dementors had
just passed through. It�s obvious they wanted me to figure things out on my
own, and they obviously know who the Necromancer is. Hmm, perhaps if I have my
Dragons brought for inspection, I can figure this mystery out? No I will wait
awhile before I do that, I must use what clues they gave me to determine who it
is. Voldemort continued sorting thought the subtle clues as he headed to
see his Potions Master.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Strategy Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Tuesday the 5^th of August
1997

9:00 PM

Voldemort
was at his wit�s end, he had spent the past two days analyzing the conversation
he�d overheard and had come to several conclusions which he had written out. He
had finally come to realize that there was not going to be a way to figure this
out unless he called both his Inner Circle
and possibly his Dragons. As he waited for his Inner
Circle to arrive, he studied his written notes.

1)
The Necromancer was a male- the
Dementors had used words like �his�, �him� and �he�. Not only that but when
they had referred to his blood they had said he had Incubi blood not Succubi
blood.

2) He obviously does not believe in my
ideals- the Dementors had mentioned that he would need to be coaxed into
faithfully serving me and that I was likely to kill him before the end of the
summer.

3) He was definitely powerful- the Dementors
had mentioned that he was a quarter Incubi and was of a powerful lineage.
Additionally the fact that he is a fully trained Necromancer at such a young
age is an unheard of feat.

4) He is not known to me- Based on what I know, none of my Inner Circle
are part Incubi and no one has claimed to be teaching my Dragon�s anything
other then Dark Arts. Necromancy is an entirely different Art and far too
difficult to teach to anyone so young.

Conclusions:

Possibly an unknown offspring from one of the dead Inner Circle members?

Likely
attended Durmstrang

Between
the ages of 16-22

Possibly
an orphan, no mention of mother and I would know if any male Inner
Circle were raising a child by himself.

As
Voldemort frowned and toyed with his quill, his Inner
Circle began to arrive. Each bowed respectfully to him murmuring
a formal, �Master� before taking a seat at the table. Voldemort waited as the
table filled, face blank as he waited for his Inner
Circle to arrive. Five minutes later Voldemort got to his feet
and glanced at each of his followers, eyes lingering especially on those few
who had not been married or sired a child prior to his downfall.

�I
want the names of each of my surviving Dragon�s, their age and what subjects
they excel in starting with you Lucius.� Voldemort ordered.

Lucius
and Narcissa exchanged a look before Lucius spoke up, �My son Draco Lucius
Blake Malfoy is seventeen and excels in Potions and Arithmancy,
as well as being particularly good at the Dark Arts.�

Voldemort
just nodded as he wrote notes next to Lucius and Narcissa�s
names on a separate roll or parchment and looked at Rabastan
who was sitting to the left of the Malfoys.

�My
son Valerius Rabastan Ash Lestrange
is eighteen and excels in Dark Arts and Herbology.� Rabastan replied.

Rodolphus
began speaking the moment his younger brother finished. �Bellatrix
and I have twin sons, Antares Rodolphus Geoffrey Lestrange
and Altair Jason Black Lestrange. They are both
seventeen and excel at Dark Arts and oddly enough, Healing.�

On
and on the parents gave brief descriptions of their children. The majority of
the Dragons were in their Seventh year at Hogwarts, including all of the
Seventh Year Slytherins except for Millicent Bulestrode.
There were three Ravenclaws Goldstein, Turpin and
MacDougal and four Hufflepuffs, Moon, Perks, Fawcett
and Summers. Christopher Warrington, Marcus Flint,
Wayne Hopkins and Richard Derrick had already graduated and were Death
Eaters.

�Now
I want the ages of those Dragons who perished, starting with you Avery.�
Voldemort said as he dipped his quill and waited.

When
the sixteen ages were listed along with the gender Voldemort checked his list
and frowned before pulling out a leather bound book
from his robes and flipping through the pages until he came upon a row of
dates.

Looking
up and down the table Voldemort scowled at Pettigrew. �You were given the Anguis Potion on the tenth of April 1979 and it
should have been active for six months. You were engaged to Charlotte McKinnon
at the time if I remember correctly, was she pregnant?�

�Not
to my knowledge, my Lord but she could have been.�

Voldemort
scribbled something down. �Did you have relations with anyone else while under
the influence of the Potion?�

�No
my Lord,� Pettigrew answered honestly (Voldemort checked).

Voldemort
scribbled something else down before asking the same of Philippe Merle who
apparently had been engaged to a Death Eater who was killed by French Aurors
who had raided his family manor. Gilberte had been
moved given paternity leave and told to hide at his father�s country manor
until after the birth of their (Phillipe and Gilberte�s) child. He had been three months pregnant at the
time of his death. Voldemort growled softly as he made a mental note to
massacre the French Aurors who had stormed Champlain Manor. When asked, Snape
had answered that he had been sleeping with the mysterious Julia Bainbridge who
had been killed not even two months into their relationship. Voldemort ran a
hand through his black tresses, very agitated.

Lucius
cleared his throat. �If I may speak, my Lord?�

�No
doubt you are all curious about why I am asking all these questions when I have
already been informed before?� Voldemort asked
guessing what exactly they wanted to know.

Heads
nodded and Voldemort leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms on his chest.
�I have overheard the Dementor Lord speaking to his brethren. It appears that
there are actually twenty-one Dragons and I have been attempting to figure out
who fathered him. This is what I have been able to determine so far,� Voldemort
said as he made copies of his notes about the mysterious Necromancer and the
list of his Inner Circle. His Inner Circle quickly scanned over the notes and mulled
it over.

Bellatrix
was the first to speak. �It appears that Barty was
the only one who has not been accounted for. As I recall, he had been engaged
to Loretta Melbourne before we were sent to Azkaban. Had she been pregnant it
would have caused a scandal no doubt.�

Agnes
Wallace drummed her fingers on the table. �It�s possible that she may have
aborted it when Barty was convicted, that was if she
was even pregnant. She�s been married to Thomas Bartley for the last eight
years they have a daughter but she goes to Beauxbaton.�

�Could
she have had the child then put it up for adoption?� Damien Cartier asked.

Constance
Fawcett shook her head. �I don�t think so, I work at St. Mungo�s
and she hadn�t been to the hospital until she had her daughter. If she had an
abortion or had a child she would have been to St. Mungo�s
before.�

�Then
who fathered him? If everyone has been checked off the list then how do we know
who fathered him?� Flint
asked.

Voldemort
smiled grimly. �There�s only one way to find out, let�s go to the Throne room.
It�s time to see the Dragons.�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London
England, GB

Tuesday the 5^th of August
1997

10:22 PM

Harry
was deeply engrossed in reading Belmont�s
Call of Darkness which was a treatise on the long term effects of using
the Dark Arts. He spent at least four hours a day with his fellow Alumni who
would be staying until Saturday. Just as he was reaching for his bottle of Butterbeer, a familiar but intense pain flared through his
back. A pain that shouldn�t have occurred seeing as he had already Transformed once before earlier this evening. The pain faded
away leaving an annoying tugging feeling, as if he had somewhere he had to go.
Harry�s eyes widened with realization but he gritted his teeth and batted away
the urge to Apparate to his �Master�. Dropping to the
floor, Harry writhed in agony as every cell in his body seemed to be on fire.

After
fifteen minutes Harry knew this was a battle that he would not be able to win
and stumbled to his closet as the pain faded as he acknowledged that he would
indeed leave. Harry changed into plain black trousers, boots and a simple white
silk shirt. He then strapped on his throwing knives, a belt with hidden
stilettos and tucked in his daggers into his boots. Once he was finished, he
tossed on a large cloak and affixed another Glamour
over the others before checking to make sure they were all compatible. Once
more before he dared to escape the house yet again, he could only hope that he
could melt in amongst the others. Somehow though, he couldn�t help but feel as
if things were not going to go well.

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