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Weapon (Possession Chapter LV)

Chapter IV - Plans for the Future

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Harry leaned back, grateful for
the supporting warmth of his Godfather. He hadn't turned sixteen yet so this
questioning from the Aurors was barely legal, even
with his Guardians presence.
But it was one of those things he had to do... He shook his head briefly. He
couldn't think like that, he'd make a mistake sometime, if he did that. He had
to immerse himself back into the person they thought he was, so that they would
never know, not until it was too late. His beloved would understand, would wake
him up in time.
Brilliant emerald eyes opened and he looked around. It wasn't their fault.
These Aurors were actually quite nice. They were
nothing like those Fudge had kept, all convinced of the Minister's brilliance.
No, these ones were realists. They were battle scarred and tough. They
remembered what it had been like to fight in the past and they wanted,
desperately, to avoid that again. But they would not just surrender. Around
them was a hint of panic. None of them knew how lax things had become, but they
were all prepared to change that.
They were nice. They believed him. They knew what he was telling them was
the truth and he could feel their respect. They regarded him, not perhaps as a
warrior, but as one who understood what the true battle would be like. Even so,
they were not taking it easy on him. They had to know, and they had to know now
and they were fierce in their intensity. He did not have the luxury of time.
He hoped though, that when everything was decided that some of them would
have the sense to bow to the inevitable. He didn't really want to destroy them
all.
::Seduce them.::
::Huh?::
::They are loyal, they will be destroyed.::
::So how does seducing them help?::
::Make them loyal to you, Master, then there is no
betrayal and they will follow where you choose to lead.::
Harry blinked carefully and then nodded, seemingly in response to one of the
questions. It was a good idea, and it was perhaps the only way he would get an
accurate picture of events. Dumbledore, even now, seemed reluctant to tell him
everything.
::Dumbledore is waiting until you are inducted into
the Order of the Phoenix.::
::The Order of the Phoenix?:: Harry asked. He had heard of the
Order, but he had no real idea of what it did.
::You will be a weapon in this battle, but you will
be one provided by the Order to the rest of the wizarding
world.::
::Thus keeping the Order powerful.::
::Yes.::
::How do I seduce them?:: Harry asked quickly, now
more than convinced that he needed the outside source of information. The fact
that they would become his followers could be dealt with later.
::Let us handle that, Master.::
::Is there anyone else I should see?::
The shadows measured the question for a long moment. They had not thought
that their Master was ready for such considerations just yet but it was an
indication of how much he had grown. ::The Vampires
will need to be forced into submission, the giants are too few to bother with
and goblins... we share the Dark Lord's sentiments there - they are only good
at fighting themselves. Manticores and chimera act as
individuals but will recognise your power, serpents
belong to your beloved. Dark Elves are destroyed at birth and those few that
survive live such a mean existence that death is a mercy. Dementors
are already yours and...:: They paused.
::And?:: Harry prompted.
::What do you feel about werewolves?::
::I don't have a problem with them.::
::They don't... they don't have an organisational
structure. The wizards keep destroying any semblance of organisation so now
their structure is very fluid and informal. It works though. We can approach them,
if you would like?::
::Won't Voldemort want them?::
::Yes.::
::Don't they already serve him?::
::Not with Lucius'
Rebellion.::
::So why should I steal them?::
::He will be okay without them, and we would like
it better if they are loyal to you personally.::
::But...::
::Master, will you always be subservient to him?::
There was a hint of challenge in their tone.
::No,:: Harry snapped back. ::Approach
the weres but let it be known that I am asking for
their loyalty personally.::
::They will know.::
A flicker of memory hit Harry and he frowned slightly. ::So
what of Dragons?::
The shadows were silent. ::We have no power there.
They belong to neither Light nor Dark.::
::Can they be controlled?::
::They are controlled by the Fire Dragon.::
::So seduce the Fire Dragon.::
The shadows laughed but there was no mockery in their tone. In fact they
seemed happy at his quasi order and the implications that he was ready to
assume control of others. ::We can't. They would not
be attracted by any of our advances.::
::So the dragons will fall to the Light?::
::That is not determined. They might, they might
not. We can not approach them though so if you want them, Master, you will have to seduce the Fire Dragon.::
::But I don't even know who it is!::
::We know,
and we will not tell you Master. Just act on your feelings, both sets of
feelings, and you will find yourself with a seduced Fire Dragon.::
::Both sets of feelings?::
::You have embraced the Dark, Master, by accepting us
and the Dark Lord but to fulfil your task you are going to have to become that
which you were, that which you perhaps should have been. Embrace those feelings
as well, for they are you, and they are not a betrayal of your Lover.::
::I don't understand.::
::You will, Master, you will.::
Harry brought his attention back to the Aurors as
they asked him where the Dark Lord's base was, signalling that they were
beginning on the harder questions.
"I don't know," he answered honestly. He really didn't know. He'd apparated there but that had been instinctive. He truly did
not know where Voldemort's base was although he did
know what they were planning. If they could track down the Dark Lord, the Aurors would rally and attack now, in one strike to decide
it all. They might lose half the force sent against the Dark Lord, but right
not they knew they could win and such a sacrifice would be acceptable.
"I was unconscious," he added, perpetuating the story Dumbledore
had spread.
"So you apparated by
instinct?" One of the Aurors scoffed.
"Instinct," Harry confirmed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"And a shit load of fear," he added. It earnt
a snigger from some of the more astute Aurors, most
of whom had glared at their companion. "You can't imagine his eyes,"
he continued with a shiver of delight that was mistaken for a shudder of fear.
Oh no, they couldn't imagine his eyes. Burning rubies, bloody crimson
serpentine eyes that they believed to be cold and dead but he knew otherwise.
He'd seen the sultry emotion, the soft love and had watched them cloud with
lust, the emotions so overwhelming that they seemed to leak out in raw motes of
power. He'd seen, he knew, he loved.
No... I can't think like that. Not now, not here, he reminded
himself.
"Look, if I knew, do you think I'd be holding back? For me, the only
way I can get peace is when he's gone, otherwise this
will go on and on. Unfortunately though, to apparate,
the way I did anyway, all you need to know is where you want to go. And I
wanted to return to Hogwarts, very badly. And before you ask, Sirius has told
me what happened with him dying and while I don't doubt you Captain Sturges, Voldemort was very much alive when I saw him. But
I did not see any of his allies. I
saw him, and only him, if you don't count the serpents."
"We understand, Harry," Captain Sturges
smiled before his expression became grim. "It's as we feared though. He
has allies, more than we thought he had, perhaps allies who are or have
knowledge of the ancient power."
"But how could they possibly..."
"How, why, where..? I don't think they are questions we need the
answers for," Sturges forestalled the barrage of
disbelieving questions, using his authority as a field commander of many years
standing. "What we need to be concerned with is how we are going to stop
them, or at the least neutralise them, if we can't arrange something more
permanent."
The others nodded in agreement before Captain Sturges
nodded towards Harry, rising. "Thank you for your help, Mr Potter. If you
remember anything else, no matter how small, please tell us. Aurors will be stationed around Hogwarts for what remains
of semester and throughout the summer. Mr Black, a reapplication will not be
looked upon disfavorably," Sturges
agreed as he motioned the others out.
Sirius smiled briefly returning the mans regard as the Aurors
filed out, already murmuring amongst themselves both the need to recruit and
the need to speak with the Department of Mysteries and their Unspeakables. There was the hope, unspoken at the moment
for it was too fragile to risk, that they would know how to deal with the Dark
Lord’s new allies.
Once the Aurors filled out, Harry turned to
Sirius, his emerald eyes shimmering. He knew the shadows had already told his
Godfather everything.
"Harry?" He questioned, concerned at the sudden change in
demeanour.
"How do I do it?" Harry asked, clinging to him for support,
relaxing slightly at the warm comfort he could feel.
"Carefully," Sirius answered. "Very carefully.... There is a trick though. I'll teach you."
"A trick?"
"A trick. In Azkaban, not everyone and not
everything is as it seems. You couldn't afford to be human because the Dementors would have your memories striped within a month.
You had to become something else, you had to develop a
shield. It's a trick. I'll show it to you. You can hide your true self and let
them see only that which they want to see, that which they need to see."
"You're using it now?"
"Not now, I was though," Sirius smiled at Harry, stroking his back
as he shifted his mind about. "Look at me," he instructed softly as a
few shadows flickered around them.
Harry looked up, his eyes focusing on his Godfather and he blinked. He could
almost see two Sirius', like an echo. There was the usual man, his magic bright
and strong, but disjointed to him, almost completely contained within the other
was another Sirius. This one wasn't as bright but the power was different. This
was the true Sirius, the controlling Sirius, but it was protected completely by
the other, and to anyone who didn't know what they were looking at, this inner
Sirius would simply be considered the soul imprint, something only manifested
by powerful wizards - an imprint of their power within their power and it was
speculated that this imprint was what allowed truly powerful witches and
wizards to cast multiple charms simultaneously. The best most wizards could do
was charms in rapid succession. Those with a soul imprint could cast several
charms at once.
"It's brilliant."
"It's a trick. You hide that bit of yourself that needs protection or
that can't be seen within the rest of yourself. It's still there, it still
controls but is hidden and where it's not in its best interests, it is
overridden by the protecting half."
Harry nodded, and the shadows helped him with the initial shifts within his
mind. Once it was over he felt blanketed, as if he was looking out at the world
through layers of himself.
Sirius looked at him, assessing the shield. "It's not fool proof,"
he warned gently. "But it will help. However it will not help with the
guilt. He understands and if he does
not blame you, you should not feel guilty."
"I can't help it."
"Harry, it's not betrayal! Rather it is the most efficient pursuit of
your combined goals. Although..."
"Although?"
"Are you sure about the perpetuation of Dumbledore's lie?"
Harry nodded, grinning tightly. "Only Draco and his cronies know what
really happened here and when I go to breakfast tomorrow, do you think they are
going to refute a lie that protects them? Besides, it's not like they've got
any evidence of their actions."
Sirius laughed. When you looked at it like that, Draco's
position became comical, for to convince anyone that Harry, or rather Xaos was responsible for the Slytherin
Student's deaths, he would have to reveal that he was responsible for attacking
Harry, and then his links with the Dark Lord's, or his Father's forces would be
revealed. Draco had done what had been asked of him, but his efforts had been
thwarted by a higher power. "Check and mate."
"Just check," Harry disagreed. "I want him to squirm before
the check-mate."
Sirius laughed. "Is Xaos safe?" He asked
as the little basilisk was the only one he was unsure of the shadows’
ability to control.
"Xaos is more than safe." He grinned as
his eyes flashed red for an instant and he felt a tickle against his skin as
the living tattoo shifted, becoming faintly visible for a moment.
"Ah," Harry could hear the smile in his Godfather's voice. "I
see. Have you cast a patronus lately?"
"No, should I?"
"No, I was just wondering if there were any effects. Transmutational
magic is of particular interest. I'm not saying anything has or should have
happened, I'm just interested in if anything
has."
"Not that I know of, although depending on the Initiation into the
Order of the Phoenix,
that might change."
Sirius shook his head. "It won't, although be prepared, it does delve
into you."
::We will help.::
Harry sighed. "I will be ready," he said firmly, already
strengthening his mental shields.
He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by.
He would be ready.
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