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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297597 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 46

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

Stepping back into the room, holding the vial of a pain killing draught, Tom's eyes went to the bed immediately. Harry was still out, in the same position as when he left. Though he had expected this, he hoped in the time he had been gone there would be some sign he was waking. That didn't appear to be the case, though. Shaking his head, he walked over to the bed and looked down at his lover. The only difference was that Harry was now in his pajamas, something he assumed Black had done to make him more comfortable. Just as he was about to try to get the draught down Harry's throat, Black's voice stopped him. Looking in his direction, he waited to see what he wanted.

“I think there is something you need to see,” Sirius said quietly, standing up. Starting to unbutton the top of Harry's pajamas, he explained, “I noticed this when I changed him and was doing up the buttons on the top.” With shaky hands, he managed to get the buttons undone and pulled it apart, revealing Harry's chest and the massive burn mark on it.

Seating himself on the edge of the bed, Tom looked down at what was there, wincing slightly. No wonder Harry's chest hurt! This—whatever it was, was seared into his flesh and looked deep. Leaning closer, he peered at it, not sure what to make of the burn. There was a pattern to it of some kind, one he didn't recognize. It didn't help that whatever it happened to be was so swollen and inflamed that it was probably distorted. Shaking his head, he sighed, then managed to get the pain killer down his lover's throat, hoping that helped. As soon as Barty brought up the two he had summoned, he would send the man for some burn cream, hoping that helped.

Sitting back down, taking Harry's hand again, Sirius said, “I don't know what caused that. The Killing Curse leaves no marks.”

“I don't know either,” Tom told him with a shake of his head. The goose had shown no markings after being hit so he wasn't sure what caused this. Sighing, he tried to think. With Harry being in the dorms at night, not to mention showering with others, something was going to have to be done about it because it was pretty damned noticeable! He just didn't know what right now and had more pressing concerns to deal with.

Standing up after pulling the top back together and looking at Harry, he told Black, “There are two people coming that are going to help. One knows about Harry and his dual life, the other doesn't, but I'm going to have to tell him because his assistance is needed. I'm going to need to reveal who you are to them so they aren't so on guard with you being around. I need help getting him back into the castle tonight and can't do it on my own as I have no idea how bad of shape he's going to be in.” Seeing Black about to protest, he held up his hand and said, tone weary, “I don't like this any more than you do. I would much rather he stays right here until he's back to normal, but that's not possible. If he just vanishes sometime tonight, there are going to be questions raised and it can, possibly, set off a chain of events that we can't allow to happen. Not to mention having people look for him. If I go about it this way, we can come up with something that will look good for everyone and he will be watched by those that will take care of him. That's what I'm going for.”

Looking at Harry, Sirius rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Though he didn't like it, Voldemort was right; if Harry vanished, Albus would be all over the place trying to find him, turning over every rock there was. No, that wasn't good and would raise questions his godson didn't need! It would just put him in more danger than he already was. With a sigh, he said, “Got it.”

“You aren't going to like who we'll be dealing with, but they will say nothing untold towards you. They know better than to do that with me,” Voldemort told him. Seeing Black nod, he added, “I will have things to attend to, but will be here as much as I can. If I'm not, I want you to stay. I'll ensure Barty is close so if something happens, contact him and he'll come get me.”

That was something Sirius could easily do so he nodded firmly. Hell, he had fully planned to stick right by Harry's side until he came out of this, not caring what Voldemort had to stay about it. There was no way he was leaving Harry right now. Looking up, he asked, “Wormtail?”

“Let him stew for a while,” Tom hissed, red eyes flashing dangerously. “He can wait until Harry comes around before I tend to him.” Getting himself under control with a few deep breaths, he then said, tone much calmer, “I'll ensure you're around for whatever I do.”

Looking at the man, Sirius said nothing, but nodded. In fact, he rather liked the idea other than he wasn't all that sure he would like what he would see happen, especially if Harry was involved. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and looked at his godson then asked, quietly, “Any idea when he might come out of this? If he will? You seem to have some kind of clue as to what is going on here, though I don't know how.”

Sighing, Tom looked at Harry then shook his head. “I don't know,” he said honestly. “He'll come out of it, that I know, I just don't know how long it'll take. It could be tonight or it could be a couple days, I have no way of determining the amount of time that will be required.”

Not liking that, Sirius slumped. Though he wanted to ask how the man knew, he didn't. He was dead certain that question wouldn't be answered. Right now, as long as Harry was alive and could come out of it, he was fine.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed at the foot, Tom looked at Harry, not sure what to do. Right now, he only had the most basic of plans in place on how to deal with this nightmare. It was his hope that the two coming could help more. They should and would have a way, he just wasn't sure of all of it because of factors he couldn't count on yet, like the state Harry was in. Putting a hand on the young man's leg, he rubbed it gently, trying to think.

Grading papers, sneering as he did, Severus had just tossed another mangled attempt at explaining one of the most basic principles of potions onto the pile of first year essays after marking it liberally with red. Shaking his head, he was about to grab another when a familiar burn seemed to ignite his arm. Hissing and grabbing it, his face went stony. This was beyond odd. The Dark Lord didn't summon him during school days unless it was something very important. That was enough to tell him that whatever this was would be big. Standing, he strode into his private quarters and summoned his robes. Tossing powder into the floo, he said Albus' name. Quickly, the man answered, “I have to go,” he told him grimly, knowing the headmaster would get the reason why without him having to say anything.

Green face looking grim, Albus nodded, “I'll have Minerva cancel your classes for the rest of the day. Do be careful, Severus.”

“I will,” the man in black told him with a firm nod. Cutting the connection, he quickly made his way out of the castle. Once beyond the wards, in an out of the way place, he slipped into his robes then Apparated away.

Landing at the Abbey, his eyes widened fractionally when he saw Lucius there, looking slightly off-kilter as well. This was now very odd. Lucius was another that, though the man had meetings during normal hours with the Dark Lord, wasn't generally summoned unless it was something of major importance. Now he was feeling very wary, wondering what was going on.

Looking at the two, still shaken by the events, Barty said, “Our Lord told me to bring you to him. Follow me.” Turning, he began walking towards the family wing.

Though giving Severus a bewildered look, Lucius nodded then began to follow Crouch. The man was pale, though in complete control, something like a slightly stunned look on his face. This was quite odd and he didn't know what to make of it, especially since they weren't heading towards the study were meetings were normally held.

Taking them to the door of the family wing, Barty knocked then waited, brow slightly drawn down. He was hoping to see Harry, to confirm for himself that his friend was alright. However, with the mood their Lord was in right now, he wasn't about to press anything or even ask.

Quickly, the door was opened and Voldemort gestured for them to come in. Looking at Crouch, he said, “You too, Barty.” Once everyone stepped inside, he motioned for them to follow him then led them into his room where Harry was still in the same position as when he left.

Eyes widening seeing the young man lying there, Lucius looked at their Lord, waiting for an explanation. Though he was curious about whom it was sitting by the bed, someone he didn't recognize, he wasn't going to ask.

Walking over to stand by Sirius, Barty looked down at Harry then asked, voice quiet, “Is he alright?”

“He's alive, just—out. I don't know any more than that,” Sirius told him softly, looking over at Snape and Malfoy. Oh no, he didn't like this a bit, that's for sure, but figured nothing would be said to him by either man with Voldemort around.

Shaking his head, Barty reached down and gave Harry's arm a pat then straightened back up.

Watching Crouch, Voldemort just nodded then turned to Lucius and Severus. “We have a serious situation here that I need your help with. There was an assassination attempt.” Gesturing to the bed, he said, quietly, “He stepped in front of me and took the Killing Curse.”

Eyes widening, Lucius looked at Potter then swallowed thickly. Shaking his head, that one line of the prophecy he had read came to mind, however, he shoved it aside then concentrated on what was needed. Quietly, he said, “Is he—well, how is he? He's alive, obviously, but--” Trailing off, he looked at Voldemort.

Shaking his head, glancing back at the bed, Voldemort sighed, “He's out of it and not coming around.” Facing them again, he looked at Severus then said, tone firm, “You are about to learn a secret that you need to keep. It goes no further, do you understand?”

Taking that for what it was, Severus stiffened then nodded, “Of course, my Lord.”

Looking between the two, he said, “And there is another you will learn. Again, you will keep it to yourselves.” Seeing them nod, he looked back to Black and said, “Remove his ring and yours.”

Though wary about Malfoy and Snape, Sirius nodded then, gently, removed Harry's glamour ring, sitting it on the bedside table. Once that was done, he removed his own and waited, looking at the two men.

Though Lucius knew about Potter, his eyes widened seeing Black sitting there. Immediately, he looked at Voldemort.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Severus was stunned to the point it showed on his face. Potter was Evan? That duel—that was Potter. Mouth working, but no sounds coming out, he stared at the bed, unable to fathom what he was seeing. Glancing at Black, he shook his head, not sure what to make of any of this. After another brief look at Potter, he lifted his eyes and looked at Voldemort. Honestly, he didn't know what to think or say on this matter. His brain was still trying to fathom what it was seeing and make it process.

“Black is Harry's bodyguard, that's why he is here. He's not a Death Eater,” Voldemort told them clearly.

“What is it you need us for, my Lord?” Lucius asked quietly, looking at the young man on the bed. “And, though it's forward, who was the assassin that attempted this?”

“Wormtail,” Voldemort hissed, eyes narrowing. “He will be dealt with, just not right now. However, we have a problem, a big one. We need to get Harry back into the castle tonight, like always. I have an idea on that, but we need to work out how to do this and to keep him protected until he's fully regained his faculties.” Looking at Lucius, he said, “You have a way to get a hold of your son if there is an emergency I assume?”

“Of course,” Lucius said with a firm nod.

“Good. His help is going to be needed for this to work, the same with him contacting Thor.” Looking at Severus, he said, “As is yours. You—with me doing the summoning, Dumbledore is just going to assume I have something for you to do so he won't get suspicious.” Folding his arms over his chest, he said, “That's about all I have. Now, we have to figure out how to work with this from there and explain the state Harry is in.”

Looking at Potter, Severus' brain was still trying to process who this was, not to mention that he knew by now the two were lovers. It was something he was having issues with. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on what was going on now. Quietly, keeping a respectful tone, he asked, “How is he managing this? That—to work out something, we need to know.”

“A time turner,” Voldemort told him, looking in his direction. “Which leads to a whole other set of problems on how to do this. Getting him into the castle is going to be bad enough. Even with his cloak, going in through the front door is risky.”

“I know another way in that can be used,” Barty added quietly. “It's how Harry and I got out all the time last year.”

“The tunnels?” Voldemort asked, looking at the man.

“Yes. He has that map too, it'll help.” Barty offered. Shaking his head, he imparted, “I can help get him there with no one the wiser as I know right where the wards begin. That's about all I can do though and have no idea what to suggest beyond that.”

Nodding, liking that someone had some idea, he asked, “Do you know how to use the map?”

“No, sorry,” Barty said with a shrug.

“I do,” Sirius told him softly, glancing warily at Snape and Malfoy.

Remembering that Black was one of the people that helped created it, Voldemort nodded. “We'll need your help with that. At least to show Severus how to use it. Is there a way to make a copy? I think everyone involved is going to need one to pull this off and keep Harry safe.”

Thinking that over while glancing at everyone standing there, Sirius processed what was being asked. Though he didn't like it, knowing it would probably aid them in other ways, he knew it was about all they had to keep Harry safe. Nodding slowly, he said, “I can and will.”

Giving the man a nod, Voldemort then said, “Now we have the issue of how to get him back with the time turner as well as get all of you to help.” Stopping, he looked around, trying to think.

While looking at the young man on the bed, Lucius rubbed the bridge of his nose then shook his head. “He goes back every day? So he'll turn up like this yesterday some time?”

“Yes,” Voldemort sighed, trying to think. “He comes in right about the time Prefect rounds start.”

“That's when he meets Draco for their nightly smoke,” Lucius said, nodding, having heard about that from his son. Shaking his head, he imparted, “My help—I'm not sure how to do this without going back in time and sending off a letter.” Glancing at Severus, he said, “And the issue with him will come in with running into himself.”

“We can arrange it for you to go back, that is not an issue,” Voldemort said dismissively. “It would only be for a few minutes to arrange the contact with your son.” Looking at Severus, he said, “I can work with you on the other part. As long as you don't run into your past self, we're fine.”

“This is complicated,” Severus told him, brow furrowed.

“It is. And we're not done with the worst of it. I don't know when he'll come out of this or how to explain what happened. That is going to be a wait and see game. There is the issue of something on his chest that his dorm mates will find odd as well.” Stopping, he looked at Snape then said, “I need you to look at something. You might know a way to help it beyond what most healers use for burns.” Walking over to the bed, he pulled Harry's pajama top open to reveal the burn. Straightening up, he said, “We need to minimize or hide that the best we can. I know nothing that can do it quickly.”

Stepping closer to the bed, though wary, Severus looked down at the burn, wincing internally. That was bad. “How did he get that? It might help me determine what can be used. Either way, he needs something put on it to help heal and protect it lest it get infected.”

“We don't know,” Voldemort told him gruffy. “The curse hit him dead center in the chest. It should have caused nothing.”

Unable to help himself, Lucius looked at the young man's chest then fought a wince, before averting his eyes. Oh, that was ugly, that's for sure. Burns were horrid to deal with and even looked painful. That one was just awful. However, as he looked down, trying to think over what they could to with the situation and how to work it out, his eyes widened and he looked back at Potter’s chest. Stepping closer, brows drawing down, he shook his head then said, “It's the symbol of the Hallows.”

Drawn out of his discussion with Snape about what could be done, Voldemort looked at Lucius and said, “Repeat that.”

“The burn; its shaped liked the symbol for the Hallows.” Staring at the young man, he muttered the one line, softly, “Having faced his end twice, the Lord of Death shall help to set our world right once more.” Stopping, he shook his head, stiffening as the whole prophecy clicked. Raising his eyes, he looked at Voldemort.

Looking at Lucius, having heard what he said, Voldemort walked over and stood by him. Looking at Harry's chest, he stiffened. It sure as hell looked like it to him as well. Rubbing his mouth, he looked at Black, who was staring at them, apparently confused. Shaking his head, he said, “It does. That's not our concern right now. We'll address that later. For now, we need to worry about the ramifications of this and a plan that is workable.” Looking around, he nodded then glanced to Severus.

Looking down at the burn, Severus asked, “May I cast a diagnostic on it to see how deep it goes? That will help determine what to do. Normally, I would suggest a glamour to cover it, but in the case of burns the magic can deter the healing.”

Giving a wave of his hand, Voldemort said, “Do what you need to.”

Nodding, Severus began to cast a couple spells on the burn to determine the depth and other things that would aid him in coming up with something that might help or narrow down the different creams that could be used. However, he was stopped from going much further by a reaction from Potter.

Eyes coming open just a little, Harry moved, shaking, then hissed out a very garbled, slurry, “Burns!”

Giving Harry's hand a squeeze, Sirius reached out and stroked his forehead, asking quietly, “Harry? Can you hear me?”

Eyes shutting then opening again, Harry just mumbled, “Burns,” once more before his eyes went shut a second time but he managed to give the hand that held onto his a squeeze.

Grinning a little that there was at least some reaction, Sirius gave his godson's hand a squeeze. Alright, that was a step in the right direction.

Relieved himself, Voldemort nodded then looked at Snape, “Did you get enough of a reading? Or do you still need more?”

“I got enough,” Severus told him with a nod, looking at the young man on the bed. “Nor do I want to chance doing any more with that reaction. Burns don't react well to spells.” Looking at the slip of paper that had come out of the end of his wand, his brow furrowed. “There is one that might help with the pain and healing, but I don't think there is anything that can be done to hide it.”

“Tell me what it is and I'll send an elf after it,” Voldemort told him firmly.

Giving the name of the cream, Severus said, “There are only a couple places that sell it. Your best bet is a small place down Knockturn Alley. They are reputable enough that it will be a quality product. However, he's going to need pain killing draughts for you to put it on and for a while afterwards because it's going to be painful.”

Calling an elf, Voldemort sent the creature off for the cream then said, “Now we have to work on the rough part; what to say caused this and make it sound good.”

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, looking at the young man, Lucius shook his head, “If we could get him out a little, even if he is confused, we can say an attack of some kind. However, with what he knows is going on, I would be leery of even sending him back. Who knows what he might say if he's out of it enough.”

Remembering how confused and disoriented the goose was afterwards, Voldemort shook his head, looking down. This was bad, very bad. Sighing, he glanced at the bed, not sure what to do.

Casting a tempus, Severus looked at it. Nodding, pleased that it was still late in the afternoon, he said, keeping his voice down, “If I may--” Seeing Voldemort motion for him to continue, he pressed on, “Why don't we give it a few hours to see if he comes around, at least a little. We can write up the notes for Lucius to take, but determine just what we're doing when we see where he is in terms of his mental state before we solidify anything.” Looking at the bed then lifting his eyes to look at the Dark Lord, he said, “Because I know of nothing that would explain the state he is in now, it would land him in the infirmary with Poppy asking all kinds of questions I have no way of giving answers for. Nor can I just get him into his dorm with no one noticing.”

Though he was coming up with a few things they might be able to work with, a delay would be fine. Nodding, he said, looking at Black, “Talk to him and see if you can't get him to come around a little bit.” Seeing the man nod, he then looked at Barty and said, “You try the same thing. Stay here and see what you can do.” I'll take Lucius and work on the letters. When I come back, we'll work on the maps to get them copied then go from there.”

Seeing everyone nod, he beckoned Lucius to follow him then strode out, mind still circling the problem that was there and hoping to come up with something workable.

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