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Possession	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 85531 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Possession

Chapter XLI – In His Burning

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Harry floated. He was warm, he was comfortable and he was content.
The worries he knew had been plaguing him were gone and he couldn't quite
remember what it was that had been worrying him. It was quiet here and he could
feel his limbs gently swaying as he lay with a languid calm. He sighed
contentedly, prepared to drift into sleep when there came
a sharp tug on his senses.
He didn't even think about it as he unconsciously swatted at the thing
disturbing him but Harry was further surprised when his efforts were met with a
laugh.
::Master... You cannot get rid of us like that...:: The voice had many echoes, as if there was more than one
person speaking but they were all amused.
Green eyes opened and looked around. There was nothing to see but he
recognised where he was. He'd seen this nothingness before, felt the almost
liquid resistance to his movements in the past... after Millicent had raped
him... So why was he here this time?
::We brought you here,:: the shadows said and Harry
frowned. There was something else there.
::Sirius..?:: He questioned uncertainly as he
vaguely recognised the presence.
::Oh...:: The shadows said in a saddened voice. ::He will be changed by us, Master. We brought you here to
save you and we can do that without changing you. We are sorry, Master, he has
already taken us into himself and we cannot undo that... not without loosing
you and we will not allow that.:: The shadows
made the statement with such force that Harry mutely nodded at them, accepting
their words without question. ::He will be changed.::
They repeated although their entire meaning was unclear.
The presence that was Sirius was only faint, as if he wasn't fully here but
Harry still felt his Godfather bob his head in recognition. ::It's
alright,:: Sirius' voice seemed to come from a distance, echoing faintly. ::But I would like to speak to you at another time,:: his
voice faded as his presence seemed to rise through the darkness, disappearing.
The consciousness that seemed to be the darkness appeared uncertain but
Harry privately thought it would be useful for both of them. ::As our Master
commands,:: the shadows then said after a slight pause and while all feeling of
Sirius had vanished, Harry was sure that he had heard and he dismissed the
matter, knowing that Sirius would not rest until he was happy.
::Save me?:: Harry questioned as the implications
of what the darkness had previously said became clear. ::Why
do I need saving?::
::Look!::
In the complete nothingness that was everything an image appeared and Harry
knew it was an image of the past. He was in it, so was Sirius, and Xaos was curled at his feet, hissing spitefully at the
black robed people gathered around him and his Godfather. Instinctively Harry
looked towards his arm and wasn't surprised to see Xaos
curled there, tongue flickering and green eyes burning intently as the little
basilisk watched the image as well.
>Master,< Xaos said
softly, tightening his coils slightly to reassure Harry as the image began to
move.
He watched as Draco and his cronies began to cast curses at him and Harry's
fingers twitched as he suppressed the urge to mutter the counter charms. He
growled unconsciously as Sirius was hit, making sure he noted who had done it.
He could do nothing now... There would be time for that later.
Draco stopped casting and Harry frowned as the blond spoke in the image. By
the twisted expression on the grey-eyed boys face it wasn't hard to discern the
Slytherins frustration but for the life of him, Harry
couldn't remember what Draco had said.
...for the life of him... Harry snorted at his own
feelings as he saw the Slytherin cast the all to familiar green spell at Sirius.
He'd heard about people who claimed to have watched things in abstract,
floating above their bodies as things happened and this was close but unlike
them Harry wasn't dispassionate. His eyes glowed and a cold anger gathered in
his gut as he watched himself take the spell for his Godfather. He wasn't angry
with himself, he'd do it again to save Sirius and he wasn't angry with Sirius.
From the look of anguish on the black haired mans face, Sirius was wishing that
he had been hit a thousand times before he would even conceive of his Godson
doing that. No... Harry was angry at Draco... more than angry... The Slytherin had crossed the line... He had no concept of the
power he used...
Harry wasn't a fool. Voldemort used that curse, used it often but the Dark
Lord, his beloved, knew of the power, knew of the
potential consequences of taking even one life... Draco just saw the power, just saw the spell and the fact that it could be
used... He had no concept of true power... And that is why Harry was angry...
::Send me back!:: He demanded of the Shadows, his
green eyes literally throwing out motes of power.
::There is something else,:: they countered,
although they did not seem upset.
::What?::
The image changed and Harry vaguely recognised the darkened stone of the
Ministry Atrium. It was crowded, every vantage point was packed. From the cut
of the robes he could see, there appeared to be three groups. The Death Eaters
he recognised easily from their masks and jet robes, the Auror's
were similarly familiar but there was another group, in coloured robes he
didn't recognise until the image focused on a pasty white face. Vampires. He recognised them from his dream and he felt a
faint swirl of disgust coming from the shadows.
There was a small clearing though and the shadowy image spiralled to focus
on that and Harry instantly recognised the two people fighting there. Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort. He watched them trade curses
and felt a vague pride mixed with admiration at the way the Dark Lord fought.
There was no wasted movement, no wasted magic. Every curse was cast precisely
with a grace Harry hoped he'd be able to imitate one day. It was beautiful.
As he watched though he could see Voldemort becoming agitated and frowned
slightly, wondering what was causing such obvious, at least to him, distress as
the Dark Lord cast several curses in quick succession, signalling to a waiting
basilisk that it was free to join the battle before he turned his magic on the
spectators.
It was awe inspiring and more than a little chilling as Harry recalled,
somewhat inappropriately how those hands, that were now wielding the most
deadly magics with ease, had made him ache with
pleasure. Harry wasn't distracted by such thoughts for long as he watched Lucius kill the constructed Basilisk and then turn with
gloating eyes to watch the spell back lash into Voldemort.
He watched, with a soft smile of satisfaction as the Dark Lord ignored the
pain of the broken spell to cast his shield charms perfectly before launching
new attacks at Lucius. Attacks that
the blond had the bad taste to counter. Harry could feel his ire rising
as watched. At least now he knew where Draco got his unthinking arrogance about
power. His father was equally, if not more stupid than the son, in thinking
that he could use a vampire's strength.
::Help him!:: He hissed the command to the Shadows
as the blond continued to stand against his beloved.
::No.::
::Then let me!::
::Not yet. It is not finished yet,::
the shadows returned his attention to the image as the older Malfoy cast Avada Kedrava.
"What!" Harry exclaimed when his beloved did not move but he felt
a slight stir of relief when the Dark Lord cast a personal shield but that
vanished with the shield.
What had Lucius cast to incapacitate his beloved?
As the green spell struck Harry felt his power explode within him. He could
feel every cell in his body pulsing with energy in time with his heartbeat. He
saw red as he watched the Dark Lord fall and he unthinkingly cast about,
searching for the way out of the endless dark. "Unforgivable..."
he snarled. "Help him."
::No.::
::Help him,:: Harry's eyes narrowed at the defiance
and a small lash of power rippled out from him.
::Make us.:: There was a note of malice in the
Shadow's voice that he had never heard before.
Red energy collected around Harry and he whipped it through the darkness,
into the presences he could feel there.
::Heh! You think such
energy will hurt us?:: The question was scornful. ::Why should we obey someone who is so weak?:: The shadows
exerted their own power back at him, nudging into him painfully and Harry
suppressed a hiss of pain. They would obey him or their fate would be no
different to Lucius'.
::You would let the vampires win?:: He countered.
::They cannot win over us.::
::I can though.::
::A human? Defeat us..?::
::You are the power of Gryffindor and I am Gryffindor's Heir. You will obey me,::
Harry snapped at the shadows as Xaos squeezed his arm
reassuringly.
>Master,< the little serpent hissed, looking
up at him with green eyes that mirrored his own.
Harry blinked but after a moment he smiled. Xaos
had said a lot more than the single word. He took a deep breath, releasing his
anger. He didn't release it completely, since he would need it to be able to
strike effectively, he just released enough that it was no longer interfering
with his power flows.
::You will obey me,:: he repeated, this time
gathering pure white energy into his hand. He felt the shadows flinch back from
it. This was his true power. Any wizard could strike with the red energy he had
been using, the energy of rage but such power was of the shadows and it could
not compel them. This energy though, this light was his and it was the true
power of Gryffindor - the power to destroy the shadows and that which could
destroy them, could rule them. ::Now, help him!:: He
commanded forcefully.
::We cannot, Master,:: the Shadows recognised his
ability, ::not until you are there.::
Harry nodded, understanding what they were saying as he gathered more power
into himself. He could hardly interfere in a wizarding
battle as he was, not if he wanted Xeoaph and Lucius to take him seriously and not if he wanted to remain
anonymous, and for the moment, anonymity would be useful to him.
The dark nothingness did not change but around Harry his energy gathered in
tangible lines. Green swirled around him, transfiguring his cloths and he could
feel the Shadows weaving their own power into his new raiments. A long hooded
cloak wrapped its way around him and on his shins and forearms he could feel the
weight of armor. A breastplate appeared under his
robes protecting his heart and a long sword appeared beside him. He could feel
a wand resting against his left forearm. Harry frowned, the wand was warm with
contained power and it tingled in much the same way as his had done when he
first touched it in Ollivanders. But he knew he'd
left his wand in his pocket on his right thigh so where had this one come
from..? He shook his head as a hiss came from above him.
Xaos had been included in his change. The small
black serpent had left its usual place on his arm and had grown and was now
wrapped around him. Black scales and shadows twined together imperceptibly and
in the nothingness it was impossible to say where one ended and the other
began. Xaos' green eyes had changed, and now glowed a brilliant ruby red, the true eyes of a basilisk.
His crest was raised in a traditional threat display and his fangs were barred
as he reared protectively over his Master, the warning obvious.
::Say the word, Master, and we will obey.:: The
Shadows affirmed their loyalty quietly when Harry was ready.
::Save me.::
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