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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297652 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 40

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Sitting on the seat of the small window in his room, Peter was watching out back as Lord Voldemort and Harry started moving Sirius into the tiny house that was out there. From what he understood, his old friend would be staying in the caretaker's cabin rather than the main house. While that pleased him, as he wasn't going to be apt to run into his 'old friend' then get the living hell hexed out of him again, he didn't like it either. Here he was, the being that helped bring their lord back to his body and power, and he was stuck in this small room with nothing to do most times. Not only that, he was treated like shite. He understood that no one liked him and he was seen as fairly worthless, but he had done a great many things, like taking care of Lord Voldemort when he was most helpless as well as saving his wand from the wreckage that was Godric's Hollow. That deserved some recognition, at least in his eyes.

Sighing, he looked down, shaking his head. He hated his situation, he really did. However, he didn't see many ways around it either. As he was supposedly dead, he couldn't just go wandering around in public or find other things to do. He also wasn't one that was the greatest with magic so the complicated glamours so many used were beyond him. That left him stuck in the position he was in with not many options unless he wanted to go out as a rat then try to find another home. Really, he wasn't willing to do that either. He had it good with the Weasley's, he would admit that now, but he didn't see that happening again. There was a chance that he could find another home if he sneaked into a pet shop and slipped into a cage with the other rats, but with his luck he would end up in the hands of someone that needed a rat for research or something. No, he wasn't going to chance that.

Looking back out the window, he stared at Sirius. He was certain his 'old friend' didn't want to be here from things he had seen and overheard, but it was a last ditch option to keep himself from being Kissed. So, he had taken it. Harry had used his influence with the Dark Lord to manage it. He didn't like that either. After all, Harry, though a big fish to convert to their side, hadn't been with the Dark Lord nearly as long as people like himself had so he didn't deserve the recognition, or favoritism, that was shown to him. He was just like James in that aspect, he supposed. Along with that, he was certain their lord didn't like having Black here anymore than his 'old friend' wanted to be here. Lord Voldemort was just doing it to please Harry. That rankled. Nor did he like it.

Glaring at Sirius' back while he looked around the small house, Peter just sighed, not sure what to do, honestly. He knew that he wasn't one of the beings that was good at magic. In school, the only reason he had the friends he did was that James felt sorry for him. In fact, the other three let him hang around with them and trail along despite the fact that he was pretty much a failure. He had reveled in that if he were honest with himself and hero-worshiped them. Whatever the other three managed to accomplish helped put him in a good light and made people look more favorably towards him. That he had liked and it felt good. Looking back, he realized that his biggest accomplishment had been his animagus transformation. No, he hadn't liked the form, though it had been dead useful, but he had done it when so many others never could accomplish such a thing. That made him feel better about the fact that he was either average or a failure at some many of the subjects in school.

Once out of school, he had been left in the dust again. Oh, sure, they had all remained friends and he had joined the Order, but James and Sirius had become Aurors when he had taken on a menial job because his scores just hadn't been high enough to get into training, despite the war that was going on. Like had happened so many other times, he had been left behind while the rest of his friends had gone off to do things that were glorious, heroic and dangerous. Even in the Order, he hadn't been given anything to do like the rest, stuff that was easier or not as taxing. He hated that. He knew that he could have done some of the stuff the rest of the Marauders had, but no one had thought he could handle that. It rankled, there was no two ways about it. Then, well, he was certain that they were on the wrong side. The Dark Lord was rising and with the power he had, he was going to win. That's when he defected. It was more out of self-preservation, really, than any true loyalty. Though the Dark Lord didn't seem to see him as any real great asset or( anything, he had given him the Dark Mark. In the end, he had proven his worth by give up the Potters. However, after that, his life became a nightmare.

Shutting his eyes, he leaned his head against the window and sighed. Sometimes, like now, he regretted turning his back on his friends and wondered what could have happened if he hadn't. It was too late for that, though, and he knew it. He had made his choice and was now on this path so he would have to deal with it from there. The only thing was he wished he could find something, anything, that he could do to get back in his lord’s good graces like he had been after giving up Lily and James. For a time after that, he had been favored. That had pleased him. Now, well, he didn't have anything that could do that.

Opening his eyes, he looked out the window again and stared at Harry as he walked around with Sirius. The Dark Lord seemed to be standing off to the side, doing nothing. Eyes locked on his 'old friend's' son, he felt the urge to get rid of the brat. That wasn't feasible, though. Harry was powerful, more so than James, at least it appeared that way. He doubted even James could duel the Dark Lord the way Harry had. No, there was no way to rid Harry from their lives. He didn't think the young man would betray them either. From what he had seen and heard, Harry was far too in step with what Lord Voldemort wanted for him to do that. Nope, not happening.

Glancing at Sirius, he watched him closely. It was then an idea began to form. Smiling, he thought it over and decided it was perfect. After all, he was sure that the Dark Lord didn't want him here and was only doing it for Harry. Of course, Harry would be upset over it but he would move on like he has. If he did this right no one would even suspect him of it! Perfect! Now, well, he just had to wait for the perfect time. After all, he could manage such a thing. It just took a little cunning. He had proven he could do that when he had escaped from Sirius right after the whole mess in Godric's Hollow. He could do it again and no one would be the wiser. Not only that, Sirius would be gone, the Dark Lord would be happy and he would be back in Lord Voldemort's good graces! There was no downside to this.

Smiling now as he looked out the window, he began to plot how to go about this.

Rapping quietly on the door to the Dark Lord's study, Lucius waited until he heard Lord Voldemort tell him to enter. Stepping in, he shut the door firmly behind him then walked over to the desk. After kneeling as normal, he seated himself in one of the chairs in front of the massive desk and began to pull papers out that were going to be needed for this. While doing that, he kept trying not to glance at Potter. Honestly, that was still unnerving him slightly though he should be used to it by now. He didn't let that show, of course, but it did. It was his assumption that he would get over it in time, he just had to deal with it until then.

Watching Lucius, the Dark Lord asked, “You've managed to set up an appointment with Solicitor Piper?”

“I have,” Lucius nodded, handing over the file folders he had. “You're set up to see him at his offices tomorrow. He's aware who he will be dealing with, of course, but that you will come in under glamour and be using a fictitious name to his staff. Those are included in what I just gave you.”

Nodding vaguely, Voldemort opened the folder and looked through it, pleased with what he saw. After passing it off to Harry, he asked, “He's aware of what we want done? All of it? There is no issue taking on such a thing?”

“He's been made aware. I handled it personally as it wouldn't look odd for me to be at his offices. From what I was told, he will have all the forms waiting for a signature then start working on the mundane, like handling the estate, while working behind the scenes about emancipation. He is also aware that he will have to make trips to Hogwarts to see Mr. Potter about it so nothing seems suspicious when events take place.” Lucius told him.

Looking up from the folder, Harry nodded. “Good. As long as he knows what he's dealing with, we should be good.”

Glancing at Potter, Lucius cleared his throat slightly then added, “He is in good standing with Minister Fudge as well, having handled some personal matters for him in the past. That will only aid things for our end when the events come to pass.”

“How close is he to Fudge? Was it just in passing or in depth?” The Dark Lord asked, leaning back in his chair.

“It was some business matters, if my understanding is correct. Nothing too complex. However, it left the Minister with a good impression and he trusts the man. That will only aid things. I do believe Fudge is someone that does recommend Piper if asked about a good solicitor. So, once he is the solicitor of record for Mr. Potter, it won't look unusual for him to go to the Minister when events take place or for the recommendation for emancipation. That will keep my footsteps out of it and away from the situation so it doesn't look odd. That was my concern in the matter,” Lucius explained.

Understanding where Lucius was coming from, Voldemort nodded, “Yes, that will work out well when the time comes, giving no one a reason to look at you oddly.” Looking at Evan, he asked, “This is acceptable to you?”

“It all looks fine. Everything is in place and just needs me to sign. That will be taken care of tomorrow then we're covered,” Evan said, tossing the file onto the table.

Pleased with that, Voldemort nodded. Looking back at Lucius, he asked, “Any news from the Ministry that I should know about?”

“I've picked up some tidbits of gossip here and there we might find useful, yes,” Lucius said then began to walk the Dark Lord through what he heard about a few people and their leanings on issues that they were involved with.

Settling back, the Dark Lord took it in, asking questions here and there then filing what was said away as things that could be useful at some point. Though gossip was frowned upon when it came to his Death Eaters, such a thing coming from other sources was useful and to be taken advantage of when an opportunity presented itself. That's why he always wanted to hear such things.

When Lucius finished imparting everything he had, the Dark Lord was pleased, nodding. It wasn't much, but it gave him some ideas of what he could use it for in a way to help their cause. That pleased him. Looking at Lucius, he asked, “Is there anything else?”

“I do have one thing, my lord,” Lucius said, pulling a shrunken book out of his pocket. “Narcissa, as I know, is doing some research for you, though I don’t know the topic and won’t ask. However, she's run into a wall in finding something. She came to me for help to see if I knew about either the topic or where to find more information. Unfortunately, I knew neither. As I had a meeting with you, I agreed to ask for assistance.”

Knowing Evan had Narcissa looking up things on the Hallows, the Dark Lord nodded and leaned forward. “What seems to be the issue?”

Unshrinking the book, Lucius opened it to the page that his wife had shown him then handed it over. “I, like most, have heard of the Hallows, especially when it came to that tale. Father was one that did like such things and I may have heard more than that mentioned at some point. However, I'm at a loss as to what might have been said about it. She's exhausted our library for reference materials on the topic and both of us are at a loss as to where else to look. As she didn't want to disturb either of you, I agreed to bring it along and see if you may have a suggestion to where else she might look or if you have books on the topic.”

Taking the book, Tom read through what was there. Rubbing a finger over his upper lip, he digested what was said then handed it over to Evan to look over. Glancing back at Lucius, he said, “Let me keep this. I'll return it tomorrow when Narcissa comes to visit Bella. The two of us will look it over and see what we can find. I don't believe I have anything in the library but will check. If I don't, I'll see if I can't procure something while out tomorrow. Your father did have some books at one point, in his personal library I believe, about the mythos behind the Hallows. At least I remember him talking about them at some point. You may want to check there. He was fascinated with the hunt for them.”

Nodding, making a mental note to check in his father's suite of rooms when he got home, Lucius replied, “Thank you, my lord. I'll pass along the information to my wife. Take your time with the book, there is no rush in returning it.”

Nodding, giving a dismissive wave, Voldemort waited until Lucius left and the door was firmly shut behind him before turning to Harry and asking, “I don't believe either of us has heard of a Hallows Prophecy, have we?”

Brow furrowed as he finished reading, Harry closed the book then tossed it up onto the desk and leaned back. “No, I don't think so. Would that be in the Hall of Prophecy like the other one?”

“I honestly don't know,” Voldemort said with a shake of his head. Picking up the book, he opened the cover to look at the publishing date then tossed it back on the desk before saying, “That's hundreds of years old. I don't think such a thing would be in the Hall of Prophecy, at least the original one. A copy of it, perhaps--” he trailed off, thinking, drumming his fingers on the desk.

“You have a couple Unspeakables working for you. Maybe asking one to see if it's there? In the mean time, we can see if we can find anything. The painting might know, of course. Or at least point us to where we can look. Like you told Lucius, we can see if we can find something while out tomorrow,” Evan told him.

Nodding slowly, Voldemort replied, “Yes, good idea. We'll start when out tomorrow and see what books we can find. As the Hallows are well known, it won't look odd even in normal shops. I'll also have you talk to the painting. If it seems that there is anything to it, I'll see what can be discovered in the Hall of Prophecy.” Looking back at his lover, he changed gears then said, “Who do we have next for an appointment?”

Focusing on the task at hand, pushing the book aside, Harry looked at the list and informed him about a minor Ministry working that was due in next and what they had wanted of him.

Sitting in the kitchen of a deserted Grimmauld Place, Remus was nursing a glass of firewhiskey while looking down at the parchment and quill in front of him. What he was attempting was to compose a letter to Harry. That wasn't as easy as it sounded because he knew he couldn't just come out and say some of what he wanted to in case it was intercepted by someone. No, he had to be cryptic about it.

First and foremost, he wanted to know if Harry had heard from Sirius and if so, was he alright. That part he thought he could wiggle around, using the name Snuffles to disguise who he was talking about. As that name had worked before with no one the wiser, he thought he could word that part in such a way that he could get across what he was asking. As Harry knew that he would be worried about his old friend, he didn't think that him asking would be odd even if Dumbledore managed to see the letter. The rest, though, wasn't that easy.

Sighing, he took a sip of the whiskey then looked at the parchment again. Though when he left for the werewolf packs he had been sure Harry was wrong about so much he spouted, not wanting to believe him or that he had been misled for so long, he now did. He was only back for a couple days then was going to return but in just the short time he was gone his whole world seemed to have changed. Something he always saw as a curse was not something he could deal with because he had others that supported him that dealt with the same thing. That was never something he had though his friends at school had tried. No, this was different, it was like having a family again, one that cared about him and saw to his welfare. Along with that, he was seeing that so much of what he thought was true, wasn't. Albus, he was learning, was just how Harry said he was and the doubts about the aging headmaster were there.

Shaking his head, he shut his eyes and tried to think. He wanted to talk this out with someone, at least to lay it out. Then he wanted to add doubts he was having about so much. Right now, Harry was the only one he knew he could do that with fully. Just how to go about it was the problem. Thinking back to his talk with Bill and Fleur, he gave a sigh. The two, more than anything else, was something that was driving him to the point that he was about to walk and not come back. This was a mission Albus wanted him on but he no longer saw it that way. To him, it was now something that wanted to be a way of life. However, he was worried about some of the others that would be left behind, like Sirius. They were just going to end up used by Albus then tossed aside when their usefulness was done. He didn't like that idea, but saw no way to help either. After all, he was one of the ones in the Order with the least amount of pull or ways to help people. Someone needed to, though. Along with that, someone needed to warn others what was going on and not to trust Albus. Again, he wasn't the one to do that. Bill came to mind when his thoughts turned in that direction but he wasn't sure that the oldest Weasley would do such a thing. There was something there as Bill was obviously disturbed by some things, but he wasn’t sure if the young man would take that kind of step.

Thoughts circling back to Sirius, he rubbed his eyes. Really, he was worried about his old friend. He knew Sirius could handle himself, even against the Aurors, but he didn't think he could handle going this whole thing alone right now. It wasn't right that he had to and he should have some help, but that wasn't there. Again, he thought about Harry. Maybe there was something he could do, put in some kind of word or try something to get Sirius somewhere safe. He didn't know if it was possible, but he hoped that Harry could do it. It was about the only thing he could think of.

Picking up the quill, Remus decided that he would just transfigure and charm the letter so that it appeared to be something else and pour everything out into it. Harry was a smart one, he would be able to figure out what he did. Plus, it would be protected. Starting to write, Remus let it flow, scribbling everything he had been thinking, learned and was worried about onto the parchment. To him, it was almost a release of some kind that he couldn't stem the flow of. It wanted out, he needed it to be out, and it came, pouring onto the parchment to his friend's son.

About three hours later, as the candles were burning down and the place was dark from the approaching night, Remus finally signed the parchment. Putting down the quill, he rubbed his now aching hand. He hadn't written that much since essays in school. Looking at the parchment that stretched for several feet, his brow furrowed. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he should send it or not, even with all the protections on it he could manage. He wanted to though; he wanted some of it out and to have some kind of sounding board. Even if Harry didn't respond to some of it or didn't know the answers, he felt lighter for getting it out. Maybe for that reason alone he should send it.

Looking down at the massive letter, Remus was silent, brow furrowed. Then, quickly, he folded it up and stuffed it into a waiting Penelope. He was going to send it now, before he rethought it. Standing, he walked out of the house swiftly then Apparated to Diagon Alley. Going to the post office, he sent the letter before he could have a chance to rethink his choice. As he watched the barn owl wing away, he felt lighter, better about some things. Smiling, he stuffed his hands in his pockets then walked down the alley, looking around as he did. Harry might not have answers, but he hoped that in getting everything out, he might be able to find the solutions on his own. Or, at the very least, a direction to head to find them. Any little aid would be most helpful.

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