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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297907 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter 39

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Sitting in his study, Lucius was plowing through the myriad of things on his desk that was going to need attended to at some point in the next week. After casting a basic spell to organize things into piles according to basic dates of when they came, he was starting to sort through and put them into the order of when they needed to be taken care of. He didn't think, from what he had seen, there was anything emergent or urgent he had to attend to right away. It was more of the standard things that came with investments, business and whatnot, nothing more.

While reading some of the correspondence after the sorting, Lucius was startled by a noise at the door to the study. As it was well known he wanted to be left alone by all when working, especially the house elves, he looked up, wondering what was going on. Seeing Narcissa there, nose buried in a book with a trail of other tomes levitating behind her, he was amused. Normally, this wasn't something his wife of many years did. Oh yes, Narcissa was a well read woman, one that could lose herself for hours in a good book, but seeing this was odd and amusing. Leaning back in his chair, he watched her as she stepped in, bumping into a chair as she did so. Snorting in amusement, he said, “Good book, Narcissa?”

Looking up, startled, having been lost in what she was reading, Narcissa just gave a small smile to her husband, “Well, let's say interesting, shall we?” Walking over, she sat in the chair in front of her husband's desk then directed the books trailing behind her into a stack on the edge of the massive old desk.

“I assume you came in to disturb me for something other than to explain a plotline?” He asked, amused, crossing his legs.

“No, nothing like that,” Narcissa told him with a dismissive wave of her hand. Sitting the book she was reading down, still open with a marker on the page, she looked at Lucius then said, “I came for some assistance.”

As that was unusual, Lucius nodded then asked, “What do you need help with? I assume,” stopping, he glanced at the titles of the books, then continued, sounded distracted, “this has to do with research you're doing for our lord? The titles are-- odd so I assume it's for that.”

“It is,” Narcissa nodded firmly. Grabbing the book she was reading, she handed it over to Lucius then said, “Read the part about the Hallows Prophecy and Master of Death.”

Taking the ancient tome, Lucius quickly read through what she asked of him, brow furrowing as he did. When he finished, he sat it down then looked at it, finger rubbing over his upper lip. “That is most odd.”

“I agree,” Narcissa nodded firmly. “I have to ask; have you heard of this before? Anything about either?”

“I vaguely recall something about the Hallows, beyond the children's story that is, and the mention of someone being the Master of Death. However, where that is from, I don't know. Perhaps it was father I heard about it from at some point in the past. He was one that liked such tales and enjoyed reading about them.” Looking back at his wife, he asked, “Why?”

“I was wondering where else I could look for such things. These books,” she said pointing to the stack, “have a little bit in them on it, but the one I handed you has the most. I was hoping you might know somewhere I could get my hands on them besides our library. I've gone through everything in there that even mentions either thing, and this is the best I can come up with. I want to be able the present the most I can on it to our lord, but am coming up woefully short of information.”

Understanding, Lucius nodded and tried to think. As this appeared to be something his wife was doing at the behest of the Dark Lord, he was more than willing to help. After several minutes, he shook his head then said, “I don't know, Narcissa. I really don't. These tales are so old that I'm unsure where I could send you that might have something. Even private libraries I can think of aren't as well stocked on legends as ours is. In this case, maybe, you should go to the Dark Lord and explain what you found then ask for his help? I have a meeting with him about other things this afternoon. I can mention it if you like.”

Looking relieved, Narcissa smiled then nodded, “Would you please, Lucius? I'm at a dead end of what I can find. Even the library at our lord's place is yielding me nothing. Like you, I'm not sure where else to look for it either.”

Waving a dismissive hand, Lucius smiled at her, “Think nothing of it. Leave this book with me and I'll take it to him when I go. I can show him what you did find and explain that you need help.” Though odd for him to do, as the Dark Lord and his consort, both, were busy, he was hoping to show that Narcissa was doing what she could, she had just run into a dead end. That way Lord Raid-- no, Potter, could get with her about things. From what he knew of the situation, it was him that was dealing with his wife. It would show she needed help so he could give an assist.

Standing, Narcissa walked around the desk then gave her husband a kiss on the temple, “Thank you, Lucius. I'm grateful.”

Taking her hand and giving it a squeeze, he said, “Think nothing of it. Now, I do need to get back to work.”

“I understand,” she smiled. “I have things to do myself so I'll leave you be.” With that, she gathered the rest of the books then walked out.

Watching his wife go, Lucius couldn't help but smile after her. Shaking his head, he went back to work, determined to get as much done as he could before he had other things that needed attending to.

Sitting in Fleur's small flat, an exhausted Bill was talking to her about what he had found out and his discussion with Aberforth the night before. Piled around them were the books he found on the Light and Dark Lords as he walked her through what Albus wanted of him and what he was thinking. After talking to the headmaster's brother the night before, he had his mind made up on the topic but, as she was someone that he was going to be sharing his life with, he wanted to fill her in on everything then talk over what he wanted to do about it. After all, she would do the same for him, as this was a partnership, so he would with her as well.

Finishing up, he looked at her then said, softly, “Fleur, you know me. I'm no coward and have no problem standing up for what is right. However, I'm agreeing with Aberforth here; I think getting out is the right thing to do.”

Reading through one of the passages in a book he got from Grimmauld Place, the beautiful woman then shut it and put it on the table, shaking her head. “Bill, zis I know. You eez brave, I do not doubt zis for a zecond. Zis, doh, eez wrong. Albus zhould not be asking zis of you. Nor zhould 'e be putting you in zis kind of danger! 'Eet iz wrong!”

“I know, Fleur, I know,” Bill sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I think-- well, it's more like he's so used to getting his way with things that he assumes he can do it this time as well. I don't think so, though. I think the backlash against everyone involved is going to be so big that the fallout is going to be incalculable. I don't want to be here when that happens, Fleur.” Stopping, he looked at his fiancee then said, softly, “I think I should try to transfer back to Egypt before it comes. Of course, I want you to go with me.”

Looking at him, she smiled then nodded, “I will follow wherever you go, Bill. If eet iz 'ere, I will be 'ere. If eet eez Egypt, it will be Egypt. I do not care. We will work zings out.”

Smiling at her, he reached out and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I know we're planning a big wedding, but, maybe, we should do something else. Our families will be disappointed, of course, but I think it's best to get this over with then get out. Something is coming, Fleur, something big, and I don't think I want to be here when it hits. It's best that we get away to protect ourselves.”

Giving Bill's hand a squeeze back, the blonde nodded, “Yes, zat may be for zee best. Muzzer will be disappointed, as weel yourz but zis is for zee best. Zomething zmall with just family zen we can go.”

“Let me talk to my boss at work to see if I can't transfer back. The goblins like me in Egypt anyway and have mentioned me returning. Maybe I can arrange that quickly. If that's the case, we can use it as an excuse to go back fast and just do a quick wedding before it. After all, once there we have to get settled, find a place to live and all that.” He explained.

“It eez good wiz me, Bill. I weel follow,” she told him, giving him a smile.

“Before that, though, I want your help with something else. That Hallows prophecy Aberforth talked about. I'm curious about it, honestly. He said many are talking about it and saying Harry fits it. I know it probably means nothing, really, but I want to know what it says. You're better than I am at looking things up so I was wondering if you would go with me to Grimmauld Place to see if we can't find something there. I know, in the long run, it doesn't mean a damned thing, but I want to know what it says,” he told her.

“I weel 'elp,” she told him with a nod. “Eet iz zomething I am curious about az well.”

“Alright, since it's still early in the morning, let's go. I'm not sure we can find anything, but it's worth a try. If nothing else, we can go to Diagon Alley and find some books there. I'm sure that they should have something.” Standing, he waited for her.

Nodding, she went to fetch her coat so they could go.

Sitting in the back of the Grimmauld Place library, the two of them were surrounded by stacks of books. So far, it wasn't yielding much. Most of what they were getting had to do with the story and different ways to interpret it, nothing more than that. Though Bill did find it amusing that the slant that came from such a thing seemed to depend on which book it was from and whether it leaned light or dark in nature. In fact, he found some of the interpretations quite amusing in ways, even if it was a little sad to think someone used a children's fairy tale to further the agenda in the case against Muggle-borns. Other than that, they weren't finding much, even with specific searches for things like Master of Death or Hallows prophecy.

Sighing, tossing another aside that had a blatantly biased interpretation of the story, Bill stretched then shook his head. “Let's just snag these and take them to my place then look. We can grab something to eat along the way then finish up. This place is still so gloomy and nasty I don't like sitting here for long.”

Nodding absently, Fleur held up her hand in a signal for him to wait a minute as she finished reading something then, with a sigh, said, “Zis eez bad. I do not like eet 'ere. I agree, let's leave and read elsewhere.”

Snatching up all the books, Bill shrunk them then put them in his pocket before helping Fleur to her feet. Looping her arm through his, he led her out of the dusty library.

Just as they were in the front hall, about to exit, the door opened. Though nervous about whom it might be and some questions that might be asked as to why they were there, Bill kept up a calm front. He relaxed, however, when Remus stepped in. Grinning, he whispered, “Remus! It's good to see you!”

Smiling, the werewolf walked forward and pulled Bill into a big hug, slapping him on the back. Looking at Fleur, he gave her a smile and nod of the head. “You two look wonderful as always.”

“So do you,” Bill whispered. In fact, Remus had gained weight, filled out slightly, was dressed in better clothes and actually looked happy for once. It was like he was a whole other person. “Fleur and I were about to go get some lunch. Why don't you join us? Well, unless you were here for a specific reason.”

“I was here to see if Sirius turned back up was all. As I've been away and just got back into town, I was wondering since I saw the article about him getting into it with the Aurors. Of course, if he had been caught we would all know, but I've not heard anything from him so I was worried.” Remus told him. Looking at the two, he sighed then said, “I take it no one has seen him?”

Not even having thought of Sirius in a while, Bill's face took on a grave look then he shook his head, “I've not heard anything. He's been gone a while too. In fact, no one's even mentioned him since Halloween. I don't suppose, with all that's going on, anyone has even thought about it.”

Slumping, Remus nodded, “I assumed but had hoped. I'm afraid to owl him in case he's holed up somewhere since it would draw attention to him.”

“How about this; come to lunch with us and we'll see what we can work out. Then we'll go from there,” Bill suggested.

“That sounds good,” Remus nodded.

“Alright, let's find somewhere to eat,” Bill told him, leading Fleur out.

Settled in a small pizza place in Diagon Alley, the three of them were in a booth in the back with plenty of privacy charms up so no one could overhear anything. Eating one of the specialty pizzas, they were talking about several things when it came to the Order, though cryptically. However, Remus was focused on Sirius.

After covering what they had heard about the confrontation with the Aurors, Remus shook his head and sighed wearily, “I don't like this. I understand he's trying to clear himself and doesn't like his old home, but this is bad. Has Albus even tried to find him or offer him another way to go about this? I mean, like a safehouse or something.”

Looking down at the table, Bill's brow furrowed as he thought about it then he shook his head. Up until now, he hadn't realized that no one seemed at all concerned about Sirius. After all the man had gone through, especially being innocent of the charges he spent so much time in prison over, no one seemed to be bothering to try to either fix it or do something for him that would make his life at least a little more comfortable. That seemed wrong to him, on many levels. Sirius had paid a huge price for a mistake that even Albus let happen, yet no one was doing anything to correct it or ensure the man was safe. Instead, he was fending for himself and could very well be in trouble.

The more he thought about it, the more some of what he and Aberforth had discussed came back to him. Sirius was from a Dark family. Though he firmly sided with the side of the Light, the fact that he was Dark played into so much, probably including that people just assumed it was him that had betrayed Harry's parents then let him get tossed into prison without even a trial. Now, he was pretty much going it on his own with no help. Well, unless you want to count being locked up in a place you despised because of bad memories help. Albus, despite proclaiming to try to help, really wasn't. He was, from what Bill was seeing, not doing diddly in that area. If it was he or one of his brothers, people from a Light family, he was certain that they would be getting all the help any of them could want in the area and be protected in a way that wasn't even offered to Sirius. That was wrong, really wrong!

Taking a sip of his beer, Bill looked at Remus then said, softly, “As far as I know, other than telling him to stay at headquarters, no one has offered him any kind of refuge from this. Now, I'm not sure he would even accept, but it's not even been offered. That is-- it's wrong. It is. Until you mentioned it, I haven't even thought about him nor has he been mentioned by anyone. I mean, he's innocent, we all know that, and could be in trouble, but no one has bothered. I find that very wrong, Remus.”

“It is wrong,” Remus frowned. Looking at the table, he thought over that conversation with Harry that happened just before the start of the term. Though, at the time, he didn't want to believe it, between what he learned with the pack he had been staying with and situations like this, he was leaning more towards realizing the young man was probably right about so much. At least in these cases he was. If he was correct about something like this, chances were he was about other things. No, he didn't like that and was feeling like the rug was being yanked out from underneath him, turning beliefs he thought were right on their ears.

“Remus, I--” trailing off, Bill shook his head, not sure what to say to the man. After a minute or so, he said, “If you can find a way to get in contact with him, tell him I'll help, alright? Fleur and I will find some way to help him, be it finding a place to stay, getting him assistance, something. I know it's really late in the game to step up here, but I want to help. I didn't realize that no one was really doing anything about this.”

Nodding, Remus said, “Thank you, Bill, I will. I think I'll write Harry to see if he's heard anything. He and Sirius have a way to get a hold of each other. Let's see what he says then I'll see what I can do. I just hope he's alright and not in any danger.” Stopping there, though he wanted to say more, to let out some of the bitterness he was starting to feel about this, Remus then sighed, shaking his head. Honestly? Would the whole thing be any different for him if he was in Sirius' shoes? Probably not other than his old friend would make sure that he was safe and protected. The only reason he wasn't doing that is he had no way to go about it. With him being what he was, his options for such things were very limited. Nor did he have the funds to help set up anything to help Sirius.

“I'm sorry, Remus, I am,” Bill told him sincerely. “I should have seen something. Or mum and dad should have then stepped in. I just don't think anyone thought about it. With all that's gone on, it seems to have been lost in the shuffle here. That doesn't make it right, but that seems to be what's happened.”

“Yes, it does,” Remus told him with a sigh and shake of his head. “It doesn't make it right, as you said. This is the kind of thing the other side does, use someone then forget them, not what we do.”

To Bill, that was like a slap that was a wake-up call if there ever was one. Looking at Fleur, wide-eyed, he saw the same kind of look from her though there also appeared to be some tears in her eyes over it. Swallowing more guilt and feeling an anger at Albus build he told Remus, firmly, “You're right about that. It is. We shouldn't do that or allow it to happen, but we are. That needs to stop, now. We protect each other. That's what the Order is all about; protecting people. Though it was about doing so against You-Know-Who, that doesn't mean it doesn't extend to other areas as well. If we can't even bother to protect one of our own who's been persecuted wrongly over something, we've completely failed. I think that needs brought up at the next meeting.”

“I don't think it'll do any good, Bill,” Remus told him with a wan smile. “With all that's going on and how some things just aren't going our way, I don't think anyone is going to take this seriously or look at it the way you are. Albus is dying, we all know that. With that, there are so many things that need to be put into place. I don't think worrying about someone that most feel can take care of himself if he won't stay at headquarters is going to matter.”

Though Bill wanted to argue about that, he really did, he couldn't find it in himself to do so because Remus was right, about all of it. Too much was going on to put things into place before Albus died that they would just ignore what might be going on with Sirius. “It's wrong, completely. I agree with you, though. No one is going to listen which makes us not much better than the other side. In fact, if we can't fight for one of our own, why bother fighting anything else? We're going to lose that too in the end because we're no better.”

Looking at Bill, Remus thought that over then nodded slowly, “You're right again. The Greater Good is something that has to be considered, this I know, but if we can't even protect those that are most vulnerable and helpless in this, what comes of winning won't be much better than if we lose the war.”

Looking back at Fleur once more, Bill could see something in her face that told him, she was feeling about the same as he was on the whole thing. Swallowing down a large lump caused by guilt and so much else, he shook his head then said, “I don't like this, Remus. I don't know what Albus has planned for Harry, but he's the one that needs our protection as he's one of the most vulnerable. Same with Sirius. I don't like what I'm thinking right now.”

“I have a feeling that Harry isn't the one we need to worry about in this, Bill,” Remus told him quietly. “I really don't. I think Harry is the one of us that might have caught on to some things and is protecting himself. It's the rest of us I'm worried about.”

After a moment's thought, Bill looked Remus dead in the eye then nodded, saying, “I think I may agree.” Glancing around the restaurant, he then added, “Look, can we get together sometime this week and talk? Not here or somewhere public, but alone. I think there are some things we might need to discuss.”

Looking around himself, Remus gave a firm nod. “Yes, let's do that. Here is too public, even with privacy spells. Send me an owl and we'll set up something, somewhere.”

Taking that as all that needed to be said, Bill changed topics to what the packs were like but his mind kept floating back to what was said. When he felt Fleur reach down and grab his hand, giving it a squeeze, he was sure she was feeling the same thing as well. That troubled him and told him they were going to have a long talk when they got home. In the end, he was sure that what was said would be something that he wouldn't like. Yes, it would be the truth and something he probably needed to hear, but that didn't mean he would like it.

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