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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297906 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter 45

Beta'd by Tenchi (love you, woman!)

Looking around at the other three assembled in the office, Barty said, “Thankfully, those in the infirmary have taken Evan up on the offer to use the practice dummies over the last couple days. I've been able to do a little observing when it comes to them, but in cases like Bella and a couple others, they are paranoid enough that they are too wary for me to do much. I thought it best to leave them to their own devices to once more try to get a feel for their magic and what they can do. From what I was able to see, there are a couple I’m going to need to spend some time alone with to work on issues. One has a palsy of some sort, from what I don't know, but it's greatly affecting what they are doing. A couple others seem to also have some health issues that are coming into play when it comes to their skills.”

“Understood,” The Dark Lord said with a nod. “How much of a problem are you anticipating? Or is it something you can work with without issue?”

“It depends on the person,” Barty told him truthfully. “The majority aren't a problem. Even the one with the palsy isn't. However, there are some. Most—they are wary and slightly paranoid, something understandable after their stay in Azkaban. A couple others are a real issue. Bella is one of those. Evan already has given permission for Narcissa to stay with her sister for this first session. I'm also going to add here that I think for the first few weeks, until Bella starts to get back to the skill level she was, that Narcissa stay. She's dealing with the same thing many others are; frustration. With the issues Bella had even before Azkaban, frustration on top of that is not a good thing to deal with. Narcissa has a way of handling her sister. I also think that frustration is going affect many of the others as well. These are people that were at the top of the skill level before incarceration. They are rusty, out of practice and still have problems. That's something that's going to come into play.”

Taking that in, Tom nodded slowly then looked at Evan who was doing the same. “I take it you have something in mind to help?”

“I do,” Barty told him firmly with a nod. “I've had Evan grab his invisibility cloak. While they work, it's my plan to have him walk around under that to take notes on what he sees. They will, of course, know he's there as we'll tell them, but this way they won't feel scrutinized by someone they aren't all that familiar with yet, or, in the case of Bella, trust. He can get the notes I'll need on who is where and what might need work, then pass them to me while they aren't as on edge about someone watching over their shoulder. Nor, for this session, unless it's you, my Lord, would I say any of us step in and help. They might accept a small offer of such from me here and there because they remember me from Azkaban, but Evan or Titus I would say to leave it alone, at least until they can observe them more. In some cases, like Bella, just short of another visual like your duel with Evan, I wouldn't have him help until she's a bit more—how shall we say it—with the program on who is doing what. Once I have something to work with and as they don't have much to do, I think I can convince most of them, though Bella might be a little harder to do that with, to work with me a couple hours a week alone. A couple actually have already asked to see if they can't overcome some issues they are having.”

Processing that, Tom told him slowly, “Yes, this is a good idea. Let's just use this session to get a feel for where they are and who has the biggest issues. I'll make sure I stick closer to them than I do the other group.” Peering at his lover, he said, “And the invisibility cloak is a good idea. I'll make sure they know at the very beginning he's around under it at my direction. After some observation today, we can sit down and see where we are then formulate something to deal with those that need the most help for whatever reason. I think it's a good idea to also keep the practice room open at all times. Let them go use it at will or set up something like a sign-up sheet to block off time to work alone. They can, of course, get you to help if they want.”

Making a note of that on his pad, Evan said, “I'll have something up in the front hall today so they can block off time. If we get too many wanting to use it, we can always create folding partitions to wall parts off so they can work alone.”

“Good idea,” Voldemort said, nodding.

“I'm also going to keep Bella on the end of the group because of Narcissa. Narcissa is not—I know she's no slouch in defending herself, but I don't want her hit by a wayward spell either. I do think it's a wise idea to make sure she shields when by her sister to stave off an accident.”

“That I'll make clear,” Voldemort told him with a firm nod. After all, especially when dealing with people whose skills were rusty, mishaps did happen.

“I think that's about all, other than I ask you to announce about Titus so some of the more uptight ones don't take exception to his presence. There are enough issues to deal with when it comes to both groups that I don't need any more to add to it.”

“I will,” Voldemort told him with a firm nod. Standing, he said, “Let's get to work then.” Seeing them nod, he walked out with the other three trailing him.

Hissing as he got hit with a spell from the practice dummy, Wormtail got another shot off at the thing. Though it hit, it wasn't as effective as it could have been, something that frustrated him even more. That he didn't need. Right now, he was already frustrated; more wasn't going to help anything! Nor did it help that he hated these damned sessions. Like several of the others in this group, he saw it as nothing but a way to humiliate them by pointing out they had problems with some areas. That, in and of itself, was bad enough. Even worse was the fact that Sirius was now around during them. No, so far his 'old friend' hadn't said a word to him and stayed away, but just him being around made it even worse.

Taking another hit from the dummy that left a scorch mark on his robes, he ground his teeth in frustration. Well, that lapse had come because Sirius had passed close by and he had been paying more attention to him than anything else he was doing. And the smug, knowing look his 'old friend' threw his way had him all but shaking with rage. No, this had to end! He couldn't function this way! Sirius needed to go. All of them were going to be better off once he was out of the way.

Eyes flinty as he turned back to the dummy, he shot off a few more spells and was pleased to see that for once they connected as they should. While doing that, he decided that, maybe, it was time to put his plan into play. No, he didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but he had the basic inkling of how to go about this. With as many spells as were being thrown in this room right now, not to mention that it was loud, he thought he could manage it. And no one would be the wiser, especially since he could do the one curse needed non-verbally. Now he just had to pay attention to who was where and wait for the right time.

Turning his full attention back to the dummy, he began to work out just how to do this in his head.

Wandering around, making sure to stay out of the way of those working, Harry was diligently taking notes on what he saw were issues with those that had been liberated from Azkaban. Though there were some, like with the ones Barty had mentioned, that were having issues of some sort, what he was seeing pleased him a great deal. Most of what was there were things that could be worked out with just a little practice then they could go back to honing their skills to a fine point. This was good! Tom would be most pleased. Even the ones that they had broken out that were Death Eaters were in good enough shape that wouldn't take much work to get to a good place.

After moving on from observing Bella, someone who just seemed to be frustrated at not being able to do what she used to, he was adding some more notes when he glanced up to see what else was going on. Barty was over by the other group, working with an older woman. Grinning a bit, he shook his head. As always, his friend had turned on the charm with her, something many in that group responded to, and was getting her to listen, thus doing better. That shored up his decision that Barty was perfect for this role. Thor was damned good, no question there, but Barty had a charm that Thor didn't and was quite effective.

Glancing around, he spied Sirius. His godfather was, of course, sticking close to him, something to be expected, but he was also keeping an eye on everything going on. That he liked. The more eyes on what was going on, especially when spells were flying, the better.

Flipping through his notes, he was trying to figure out who he needed to observe while walking towards Tom. He had the basics down for most, but there were a few he ticked off he wanted to observe closer. Right now, though, he wanted to get with his lover to give him the basics.

Standing off to the side, away from the dummy, looking like he was taking a break, Wormtail was watching every move that Sirius made. Right now he had a plan he thought could work and fully planned to implement it. All he needed was the right time to do so. After all, very few actually paid attention to him other than to sneer. Right now, Barty was busy flirting with some fat-ass old witch while he worked with her. Their Lord was busy with someone, giving suggestions. Potter—he wasn't sure where the brat was, but with how the little shit stuck like glue to their Lord, it was a good bet that's where he was.

Bent over, looking like he was catching his breath, he watched Sirius move away from everyone. That was perfect. Lifting his wand, eyes locked on his 'old friend', he sent off the Killing Curse while ensuring that no one was paying attention. Then, much to his horror, he watched Sirius move at the same time as their Lord. Rather than heading right for Sirius, it was on target to hit Voldemort.

Glancing up to see where Tom was, Harry's eyes widened as he saw Wormtail fire off the tell-tale green spell. Seeing it headed straight for Tom after Sirius moved at the last minute, he dropped his notes, shouting, “No!” then stepped in front of his lover, fumbling to raise his own wand. Before he could get it leveled at the rat, the spell hit him dead center in the chest. Gritting his teeth, he felt like his body was being torn apart then he felt nothing, dropping to the floor in a heap.

Hearing Harry's shout, Tom's head jerked in that direction, wand already lifting. In that split second, he saw the spell headed in his direction then felt the body hit him. Knowing what it was by the color, he shouted, “Evan!”

Head snapping in the direction of his godson's voice, Sirius, too, saw the spell and then it hit the body beneath the invisibility cloak, seeming to light it up that deathly green color. “No!” He screamed. However, he also saw Wormtail and realized the place the spell had come from then was heading, knowing he had been the target of his 'old friend'. Snarling, he lifted his wand and sent a spell at the rat animagus that pinned him to the wall. “You fucking spineless rat bastard!” He hissed, eyes on fire. “You're dead!” However, rather than go for revenge, he headed towards Harry.

Kneeling down in front of Voldemort, he stripped the invisibility cloak off his godson. “No,” he muttered in a broken voice. Knowing it was worthless, that the Killing Curse had been a direct hit, he put a shaky hand on Harry's neck to feel for a pulse, though his eyes were locked on his godson's passive face and shut eyes. Shutting his eyes, he couldn't feel anything. Shaking, he willed Harry's heart to beat, though was certain it was worthless. Then, after what seemed like hours, he felt it. A heartbeat. Shaking, letting out a soft, choked sob, he looked at Harry's face and willed what he felt not to be his own wishful thinking.

Eyes lifted to the rat pinned to the wall, Voldemort snarled. Leveling his wand at the rat, he sent off a Crucio that had the worthless rat animagus shrieking. Cutting it off, he knelt down and pushed Black back slightly. Heart pounding in his chest, he put his own hand on Harry's neck and felt a slow, but steady, pulse. Trying not to shake himself, he looked up and spied Barty, who was standing there, stunned, shaking, wand hanging limply at his side. Taking a couple deep breaths, he hissed, “Take the rat down to a cell and lock him in, now.”

Nodding, eyes all but falling out of his head, Barty grabbed a couple of the people he trusted and had them help, feeling ill. Harry—no one could survive that again! Harry had once, but he didn't think that there would be a second time.

Ignoring all the people in the hall and the silence that had descended, Tom felt Harry's pulse again just to confirm that it was there. When he did, he let out what could only be termed a sigh of relief. Looking at Black, who was shaking violently, he said, “He's alive. We need to get him up to our chambers.” Looking around, trying to think who to grab, he spied a horror-struck Narcissa. Nodding, he motioned her over. When she stepped close, he said, “Get the medi-witch and have her meet me at the entrance to the family quarters.”

“He's—is—he's--” Narcissa stammered, shaking, horrified.

Shaking his head, Voldemort said, “He's not. Get her, now!” Seeing her nod then hurry off, he nudged Black then said, “Levitate him to our quarters. I’ll see to other things.”

Giving a shaky nod, Sirius cast a Levicorpus on Harry then guided him out of the room after grabbing his invisibility cloak. Right now, he wasn't sure what to think. How his godson had survived this one he didn't know, he was just thankful he had.

Standing, Voldemort looked around, not sure what to do for once. Rage coursing through his body, he asked, tone clipped, fury clearly evident, “Did anyone see it?”

“Wormtail was aiming for Titus,” Bella told Voldemort with a bow of her head. Eyes overly wide, she looked to her Lord then to the door where Evan had been levitated out of. “He moved and Evan must have stepped in front of you when he saw it headed in your direction.”

Trying not to shake in rage, Voldemort nodded. Looking around at all the stunned faces, he said, “Everyone is dismissed.” Then, without staying to watch them, he walked out, planning to go see to Harry.

Walking into his private chambers with a stunned medi-witch, Tom's eyes lit on the two people on the bed. Harry was lying on his back with his head resting in Black's lap. The older man was still shaking badly while stroking his godson's hair. Stepping closer, Tom said, trying to keep his voice soft, “We need you to move so she can perform some scans.” He was a good healer, but this—the situation, not to mention his own emotional state over it, it was best to let a profession handle the scans.

Rubbing his burning eyes, Sirius nodded, then, gently, lifted Harry's head out of his lap and placed it tenderly on the pillow before sliding out of bed. On shaking legs, he stood then conjured a chair and plopped in it.

Handing Black a calming draught he had the forethought to grab, Tom stared at the bed as the medi-witch performed her scans. Now—well, he wasn't sure what to do or think. Wormtail—oh, he was going to pay, no doubt there! Right now, though, let him stew! Harry needed him right now more than he needed to exact retribution. Along with that, his mind was flitting back to the goose they had used to test this particular nightmare scenario on before. If he remembered right, the creature was out for more than a day and it took some time for the beast to regain his bearings. That—with all that was going on, not to mention the delicate dance that they were doing, it was a nightmare.

Trying to think over what had to come, he couldn't. All he could do was focus on Harry as the scans were done.

After what seemed like an eternity, the medi-witch straightened up and looked at Voldemort. Though she was stunned herself, her professional training took over and she was able to do what was needed. “He's in some form of a coma. What kind, I don't know. Brain function is normal and his other vitals are fine, but he's not responding. This—I've not dealt with anything like it before so I don't know what to even attempt to bring him out of it.”

Pleased to hear that everything seemed fine other than Harry being out, Voldemort nodded then dismissed her. He assumed, as with the goose, it was just going to take time for him to come back around. Nor could he judge how long it might take. A goose—their brain was far less evolved than the human one and it might react differently. However, he was certain Harry would come around, he just didn't know how long it would take. Which led to a whole other set of problems that he had to deal with.

Shaking his head, he looked at Harry. Black had moved closer and taken his godson's hand once more. As this was to be expected, what with how upset the man was, he didn't say anything. Instead, he focused on the connection with Harry. More for his own peace of mind than anything else, he slipped into Harry's mind and was relieved that the door was still there. Quietly, he called his name. For a couple moments there was nothing then Harry answered.

Voice slurred and uneven, Harry thought to him, 'Burns, Tom.'

Rubbing his eyes as relief washed over him, Tom asked, 'What does, Harry?'

'Chest,' Harry managed to stammer out, groaning.

'Alright, I'll get you something for pain. Just rest, Harry,' Tom told him, opening his eyes and looking at Harry's sleeping face.

'S'right,' Harry sighed then seemed to slip deeper into a kind of sleep.

Slipping out of the door to the connection, Tom looked at his lover, relieved. Quietly, he told Black, “Stay here with him. I have something to attend to.”

Nodding, eyes not leaving Harry's face, Sirius asked, “Wormtail? What are you going to do about that rat?” Knowing his godson was fine brought that back. Lifting his eyes, he looked at Voldemort.

Eyes hardening, Tom hissed, “There are worse fates than death and a certain rat is going to find that out!” Stopping, he rubbed his eyes again, then sighed, “We have other concerns right now. He'll come through. You have my word. Just—stay with him while I go attend to some issues. I'll be back quickly.”

Looking at Voldemort, Sirius found it hard to determine anything on his face, but his red eyes—there was something there that told him Tom, as Harry called him, was just as affected by this as he was. He was just dealing with it a different way.

Putting a hand on Harry's ankle, Tom gave it a stroke then a squeeze before nodding to Black then turning to walk out.

Walking down to the main hall, Tom went looking for Barty. He found him in the training room. No one, it seemed, had left. Surprised by that since he had dismissed them, he was about to say something when Narcissa stepped forward.

Bowing her head, she asked, softly, voice quivering, “Is Evan alright? He—it was the Killing Curse! We all saw it!”

Though rumor mongering and other such happiness were frowned upon, this was to be expected. After all, everyone in this room had seen part of what had occurred. Straightening to his full height, Voldemort looked around then said, “Evan is alive and will recover.” Glancing at all the stunned faces, he said, “He will be fine.” Spying Barty as he came back in, he walked over to the man and instructed, “I'm going to summon two people. When they show up, take them to the entrance to the family wing and knock. There is much to work out. And stay close. I'm going to need you for some things.”

Nodding, looking determined, Barty said, “Yes, my Lord.” Stopping, he asked, softly, “Evan—can I see him? Or is it best I don't?”

Thinking that over, Voldemort said, “Yes, I think I'll allow that. Just not right this minute.”

Relieved, Barty nodded then turned and walked out.

Walking out of the room, Voldemort summoned the only two people he could think of that would be able to assist in dealing with the nightmare that was to come when it regarded Harry's dual life while heading to the infirmary to get some pain killers for his lover. While on that walk, he tried to formulate just how to go about this. It was going to be one hell of a delicate dance and he wasn't sure how to work it all out, but he would. He had to. Too much was riding on it for him to fail.

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