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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297598 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 47

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

Sitting on the opposite side of the bed from Sirius, Barty was talking to the man, trying to come up with something workable to help the situation. So far, they were coming up with squat in that area. Sighing, he said, looking at Harry, “If I thought I could manage, I would Polyjuice myself and go in his place.”

Looking over at Barty, Sirius nodded then said, “That—it's risky, it really is. It might work though.”

“No, it won't,” Barty sighed, shaking his head. “If I could make it to where no one would talk to me, I would be fine. The minute I opened my mouth to his friends to talk to them, they would know something was off. No doubt there. What he knows and has to do daily, I can't take on. Nor do I know the personalities of his friends enough to be able to pull this off. I have no idea about most of what he knows or has to deal with on a daily basis for me to manage that one.”

Though knowing even attempting it was fraught with problems, not to mention a risk of Barty being caught, Sirius said, keeping hold of Harry's hand, “If we can come up with some kind of spell he was hit with, like a more extreme version of the Confundus, that could explain any 'off' behavior. It would also give an excuse for you to stay in the dorm away from everyone. If it's as I was told and he's going to come out of this, it would just be for a couple days, no more than that. Just enough time for him to regain his bearings slightly.” Looking at his out of it godson, Sirius sighed, “If we send him back confused and out of it, I agree; who knows what he might say. He's damned good at protecting himself. However, if Dumbledore even attempts to talk to him, he's going to get that something is off then press. That would be what I would worry about. The man—Harry's shields are good from what I'm told, but in some cases, I wouldn't trust that. This would be one of them.”

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, looking down at Harry, Barty thought it over. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes then said, tone weary, “I don't like this, but I think I can try. Well, if our Lord gives his okay to it. I'm just going to need help keeping people away from me and come up with something plausible that doesn't land me in the infirmary. If that happens, the jig is up. Poppy is going to know something is off with the scans.” Stopping, he looked at Black then said, softly, “For Moody, I had plenty of time to research and figure out his personality to work with it. I know Harry really well, but not enough to pull this off for more than a couple days.”

“I know him well enough that I might be able to, but I wouldn't risk even trying this,” Sirius said, shaking his head, looking down at his godson. “Dumbledore—some of what he knows is beyond me. If you managed last year, you might be able to do this for a couple days until he comes around. We would just have to figure out a reason to give everyone as to what happened.”

Knowing what Black was like, and how his personality was, Barty didn't think it was a good thing to let him loose in that castle with those that were there. No, that would risk exposure. He would be better off doing it, though it would be one hell of a risk!

Looking down at his godson, Sirius' brow was furrowed. Gently, he moved the shirt out of the way to look at the burn. Wincing at it, he was trying to think. If they could get Barty in the castle for a couple days and work on healing this, he might have an idea as to how to cover it. They would definitely need help and hope they could at least get it scabbed over slightly for it to work, but it might.

As he was thinking it over, the door opened. Glancing up, he saw the three come back in. Rubbing his upper lip, he looked back at the burn, trying to think.

Looking at Sirius after a nod to the three that came in, Barty asked, keeping his voice down, “You have something for the burn?” As that was what the man was intent upon, he assumed that was the case.

“Maybe,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “It's a big maybe though and is going to be dependent on a whole lot of things for it to work, if it even will. Nor do I know how to even begin to do it.”

Though listening to what Lucius and Severus had to say, Tom was paying attention to the two by the bed as well. “What did you have in mind, Black?” Right now, he was at a loss as to what to do about the burn. Any suggestion anyone had were ideas he was going to listen to.

Looking up, wary, Sirius said, glancing around, “If we can get it to at least scab over or protect it so it doesn't get infected, there may be a non-magical way to hide it.” Stopping, he looked around then said, “Muggle theatrical makeup. They have something or other that hides most anything, giving the skin, even if burned, a normal type of appearance if you don't get too close of a look at it. And that's all I know about it. Where to get it, how to apply it, all of that, is beyond me. I don't see where you would want to put it directly on the burn either. You would have to protect it somehow from getting contaminated. If no one looked too closely or you could seal it on with some kind of magic, it would work for a while anyway. At least until it heals enough that a glamour wouldn't affect it.”

Liking that idea, Tom nodded, “That is a possibility and might be able to work.” Glancing at Lucius, he said, “Narcissa is around. She knows how to apply makeup. She might know some kind of magical means to pull something like that off. However, getting it to where it's not so raw to even try is going to be the issue.”

“When the cream gets here, apply that. There may be a way to put something over it, something thick that we can apply some kind of magic to it to where it'll smooth it slightly so a makeup of some kind can go over it,” Severus suggested. “Even something like Muggle petroleum jelly might be able to work to keep the cream in place and allow the makeup to go over it. That—this is not my area,” he said, shaking his head. Looking at the burn, he then said, “However, as open as it is, I wouldn't even attempt putting anything on it. It may make the situation worse than what it already is. With as deep as that is, it's going to scar and I know nothing that can get rid of that. I do know scar removal creams, but they are for more minor problems, nothing this big.”

“How long before this will scab over with that cream, do you know?” Barty asked, looking at Severus.

“It should in twenty-four hours,” Severus told him firmly. “That, though, doesn't give us the time we need.”

Looking at Black then to Voldemort, Barty said, “I might have a way to buy us the time we need.” Seeing Voldemort motion for him to continue, he said, “Does anyone know a more extreme version of the Confundus? Or something like that we could use as an excuse?”

“I do,” Lucius said, nodding. “Why?”

Rubbing his eyes, sighing, Barty said, “If we can say Harry was hit by that and, maybe, get a witness to something to back it up, you know say they saw the spell or something, just not who did it and a dummy wand that shows the spell, I can Polyjuice myself as Harry for a couple days. It'll buy time, nothing more, until he comes around. I can't do it for long, but long enough that we have a reason for him to be excused from classes and would seem like he was out of it. I don't know though, this is risky. If any of his friends try to get me involved in some kind of conversation, the whole gig is up. Not to mention checking on me in the dorm. I'll have to do something to protect myself so they don't see anything off when I sleep and the Polyjuice wears off.”

Looking at Barty, thinking that over, Tom began to nod. “It can work. However, we don't know how long we need that for either.” Looking at Severus, he said, “You can help with that. If he goes back at Prefect rounds, you, Thor and Draco can come up with something. It would be a viable excuse.”

Not liking what he was hearing, though knowing it was viable, Severus nodded slowly. “We can come up with something if you can get us a wand that shows that spell thrown, with some other standard ones. I just don't know—Dumbledore is going to ask questions we have no answers to. He's also going to be looking for someone to blame this on. I don't even begin to know who to point him to for that one.”

Rubbing his eyes, Tom thought that over, nodding. He had no problem with an innocent scapegoat for this, he really didn't. In fact, he could think of a few in that castle that he wouldn't have a problem pinning this on. However, the rub came in that he had no way of really doing that without Harry there to help. Barty—if he did this, it was going to be a huge risk. Looking at Lucius, he asked, “What's the spell and how long are the effects?”

Naming the spell, Lucius said, “It works for about two days. You are completely out of it, confused when awake and sleep most of the time. However, if we don't have any inkling of when he might come around, or the effects once he does, this spell isn't the way to go. He would be back to normal in that time and there would be no reason it would last longer if the effects continue on after that.”

Not liking that, Tom sighed, looking at the young man on the bed. Shaking his head, he said, “I'm not sure that's something we can risk if we don't know when he'll come around or the effects after he does.” Again, he knew what happened with the goose, but couldn't predict when it came to Harry. Shutting his eyes, he tried to think over all the things that could cause disorientation for long enough that it might work. Drumming his fingers on his chin, he tried to think. Something coming to mind, he asked Severus, “Harry still has what he calls his fan club of girls, doesn't he? The ones that know he's gay, but still try?”

“Oh, yes,” Severus sneered dryly. “They still abound and think they can change his orientation.”

“He's told me he's had a few try a love potion in chocolates or sweets then given them to him. I do know that some do become more powerful or mutate over time,” Tom said, thinking. “Is there one, a powerful one, that could cause a disorienting effect if it's sat for a long time? That though there is a counter for it, it will leave you in a disoriented state still?” Those were rumors he had heard about from over the years, though never having seen such a thing. Nor did he know if they were true. However, it could work if they were.

Looking down, rubbing the bridge of his nose, Severus nodded slowly. “There is one I can think of that would. It wouldn't need to be aged long either. It's considered dark, of course, but Amatoria Coagmentation can you leave you in a Confunded state for up to a week after being given the antidote for it.”

“Can it be artificially aged?” Tom asked, a plan starting to form.

“Easily,” Severus said, nodding. “If we could get our hands on some, it could be managed in under an hour.” Razor sharp mind honing in on that, he said, “One of the sex shops in Knockturn Alley sells it, I do believe.”

“That will work,” Voldemort said, looking determined. “We'll use that. It's perfect. We can have Barty show up as Harry clutching onto a box supposedly from Nick with an aged version of that in it. You can come up with the antidote easily nor will it harm him as he didn't eat the chocolates containing it. They won't, of course, be able to trace who it came from, but it's plausible.” Looking at Severus, he waited.

Thinking it over, the Potions Master nodded slowly. This was a better way to go, it really was. Plus, it was a way to get Barty into a room alone. If Potter had taken the potion, anyone he came into contact with that said the right phrase would be the one he would fixate on, even after the antidote as that's how the potion worked rather than the standard way of fixating on the name written by the person that had given whatever it was containing the potion. It wouldn't last as long, obviously, or be as powerful, but it would happen. Normally, when it came to this particular nasty potion, they were isolated so that there was no chance of being in contact with someone that might give them the right phrase unknowingly. “This—yes, it's a good way to go. The rooms they use for isolation in cases of accidents are down in the dungeons. They don't allow them to go back to the dorms. We can easily come up with something as the reason for Potter coming in contact with one of us. Thor would be perfect for that as he assists with his sessions.”

Looking at Barty, Voldemort asked, “You can pull this off?”

“I can,” Barty told him looking determined. “As long as I have the Polyjuice and everyone stays away, I'm going to be fine.” Glancing at Severus, he said, “And if I'm down close to him, that's even better. Between the two of us, we can come up with something that will keep them away or alert him if someone tries. Even Dumbledore won't be foolish enough to try anything if Harry is affected by something like this.”

“I can push Dumbledore to have him ensure it's me that keeps an eye on Potter,” Severus told the Dark Lord. “He would believe it as he thinks I'm following his line and protecting Potter. It's also a case where I can easily press for sedation just in case there is accidental contact with someone. As this is a dark potion, Poppy is going to defer to me to work with it.”

“Perfect,” Tom said, relieved they had come up with something that was not only a viable reason, but would give Harry plenty of time to come around. This was something he liked. “Let me find someone to go fetch the potion. However, we need to see about the makeup as well. I don't know a thing about applying such frou-frou junk or what is needed. Do any of you?” He asked, looking around. Seeing the lost expressions there, he snorted, shaking his head. The five of them in the room were powerful enough that they could do all kinds of magic, beyond what most would ever be able to imagine, but anything dealing with makeup and it appeared they were all lost. Giving an amused chuckle, he said, “Lucius, go get Narcissa. Make it clear that she is to say nothing about what she sees, understood? She's the only one I can think of that is here that might have an idea of what we need to get and how to go about this.”

Giving a determined nod, Lucius excused himself to go find his wife.

Looking around, Tom said, “I'll be right back.” Striding off, he went to find one of the people still in the Abbey to make a trip to the Alley to get the potion.

Wide-eyed, Narcissa walked with her husband to what she was told was the family wing of the Abbey, nervous. She had no clue what was going on, but had been told their Lord needed her help with something. Lucius had told her that she was going to see something very unpleasant and to prepare for that, something that made her worry. Quietly, she asked, “Does this have to do with what happened with Lord Raidodamort?”

“It does,” Lucius confirmed with a nod. “You can't say anything about what you're going to see,” he warned her softly, knowing she would get the inference.

“I won't,” Narcissa told him firmly with a nod.

Letting them in through the door, he walked her to the room. Then, putting a hand on her arm, led her into the room. Looking around, he nodded to their Lord and waited.

Looking at the young man on the bed, Narcissa gasped. It was Harry Potter! Not only that, her cousin was sitting there, holding his hand. Eyes wide, she looked at her husband then their Lord.

Quickly, Voldemort filled Narcissa in on what was going on and what they needed. When he was certain the shocked woman would say nothing, he stepped closer to the bed then opened Harry's shirt. “We know nothing of makeup or what might be needed. Severus said it should scab over in a day. We are hoping you know what can be used to cover it until he can use something magical to hide the scar that it's going to leave.”

Steeling herself, feeling ill looking at the ugly burn, Narcissa stepped closer, trembling as she did. Looking around, she asked, “Would magical makeup work or does it have to be Muggle?”

Explaining what Severus told them, Tom said, “For now, I don't think we can chance the Magical version unless you have some way to protect the burn from it. You're also going to have to teach him how to apply it when he comes around.”

Not sure what to do, Narcissa nodded then stepped next to Barty, looking down at the burn, wincing as she did. Shaking her head, rubbing a hand over her mouth, she said, “I'm—I think I'm going to need to take a trip to get some makeup to see what works and match his skin tone. Let me—I don't know—look around while I'm out to see what I can find. There are some places I can go to get some help in finding something that should work. I've not dealt with putting concealer on an open wound. There is a way, I know that, I just haven't done it before. Just give me some time.” Looking at Lord Voldemort, she asked, “How long do I have? I may have to have something custom made for this.”

“Take your time,” Tom told her with a nod. “We just want something in place today.” As he had no clue what it took to find the right makeup for something like this, he wasn't sure what she needed to do.

Looking determined, Narcissa nodded. “Good. Let me go and see what I can find. I know some places I can go to get help with no one thinking anything of it.” Already she had a story in mind that would sound plausible to anyone working with cosmetics. It would help and she could find what she needed. Looking at their Lord, seeing him nod, she excused herself to make a few trips to see what she could do.

Sitting in the room with the still out of it Harry after applying the cream, something Tom was grateful Lucius had the forethought to mention getting the medi-witch for as she was able to localize the area to minimize the pain from it, he, Sirius and Lucius weren't saying much. Harry had come out of it slightly when the cream was applied, enough to mumble some things that made no sense, but now was back to being asleep. Rubbing his hand over his mouth as he looked at his lover, Tom shook his head. Oh, this was a mess, there was no doubt there. Nor had he ever thought to plan for something like this. However, as there was something workable in place, he was pleased. Right now, Severus and Barty were down in the lab making certain he had enough Polyjuice for Barty. Before they left for the night, they would get hair from Harry, making sure there was enough. Hopefully, this was only going to be for a couple days. Then things would go back to normal.

Looking at the young man on the bed, Lucius asked, quietly, hoping it wasn't taken badly, “Why would Wormtail try to assassinate you? I wouldn't have thought he had the guts or forethought to even plan something like that!”

“It wasn't me he was aiming for,” Voldemort told him with a sigh, glancing over at Black. “It was Black that was his target. He just happened to move at the last minute and the spell headed for me.”

Shaking his head, rubbing his hand over his face, Sirius looked down at Harry, feeling guilt well up over what happened. He hated it, but there was nothing that could be done to take it back.

Sighing, Lucius rubbed his eyes. “I still wouldn't have thought that he would even try something like that. He's too cowardly to even consider being a threat.”

“Most of us thought that,” Voldemort admitted. “I have no idea what his thought process was in considering this or what he thought to accomplish by doing it.” Face hardening, he said, “I do plan to find out though! That's for damned sure.”

“It won't make any sense to you, whatever it is,” Sirius told him. “Nothing he ever did does. It'll be something that makes you want to ask him why he thought it would work.”

Snorting, Voldemort hissed, “I won't be asking about that. I don't care where he came up with the harebrained scheme or why he thought it would work. I just want to know what it was before I handle him.” Stopping, he looked down at Harry then said, “Or let Harry do it. After all, he's the victim in this.”

Though not liking the idea of his godson doing something like that, Sirius could understand why that was said and nodded.

“Do you think he had help? He's not one I would think would come up with it on his own,” Lucius said quietly, looking at the Dark Lord.

Leaning back, folding his arms over his chest, Tom thought about that for a moment then shook his head, “No, I think this was done on his own. The only one he's around aside from the training sessions is Barty. There is no possible way Barty would help formulate something like this. Hell, if it was mentioned to him, he would have come to me or Harry. No, he did this on his own. For what reason, I don't know.” Not wanting to stay on that topic, Voldemort looked at Lucius then said, “You mentioned something about the Hallows and said some line about something, the Master of Death I think it was. What did you mean by that?”

“It is from the research you're having Narcissa do, about the Hallows prophecy. It came from the one version of the prophecy we found,” Lucius told him then explained what he meant.

Listening, looking at the young man on the bed, Voldemort nodded. Yes, he was going to have Narcissa fill him in on what she had found so far. Harry was in possession of two of the Hallows already. Something, somewhere—this was related to that prophecy and he knew it. He just had to figure out what it meant beyond that.

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P.S.-- for the reviewers that guessed about the makeup; kudos to you! Though I don't normally explain where I get ideas, I'm going to say that this one came because I’m a huge fan of the band Queen. Watching some of the vids on YouTube of the last couple videos they made with Freddie before he died, it hit me because of the makeup they had to use on him to disguise how much he was being ravaged by that horrid disease. Some of the comments on one of them talked about how young he looked during the video. Knowing that was the heavy makeup, it clicked. So, good for you at guessing!

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