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A New Darkness	By : lilysunshine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 72891 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: It�s not mine! I swear officer, I didn�t do it!

Chapter 4

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Raithos rolled over in bed and burrowed into the soft sheets
and pillows beneath him. It had been
almost a month since he�d moved into Riddle Mansion, and so many things had happened
since. After his first meal there, he�d
been cooped up for almost four hours with his father�s personal tailor. Raithos snickered at the memory of the
stuttering, obviously terrified man.
He�d been deathly afraid to say anything to Raithos, let alone come
close enough to take his measurements.
Only after his father left the room had anything been accomplished. Raithos now had a brand new wardrobe that
even Draco was envious of.

�Well, not really envious I suppose, seeing as how the
little git just borrows whatever he wants whenever he feels like it.�

After the tailor had left Raithos had begun his training
with Lucius and Draco. They�d both been
quite impressed with his knowledge of the Dark Arts. He truly had learned much on his own. They were also impressed with how fast he picked up the various
hexes and curses he�d been shown. In
four short weeks, Raithos had progressed to the point of being able to defeat
both Draco and Lucius every time they dueled.
He was also able to best his father at least as many times as he
lost.

Today was his last day of training, and his father had told
Lucius to save the best for last. Today
Raithos was to perform the Killing Curse.
He�d been able to cast it on various insects and animals, but today his
father wanted him to try it on a human being.
He�d already mastered the Imperius and Crutiatus curses on humans, and
this was his final test, so to speak.
His father had called for a meeting this evening to witness Raithos�s
last trial. It would serve to prove to
the Death Eaters that he was no longer Harry Potter, Dumbledore�s Golden Boy,
bane of the Dark Lord.

Someone careening in to the room and vaulting himself
straight onto his back interrupted Raithos�s train of thought.

�Come on Raith, time to get up. Shopping today!� Draco cried as he bounced on Raithos�s
back.

�Get off you poncy arse!� Raithos replied, voice muffled by
the pillows he was currently residing under.
Draco had discovered almost immediately that Raithos was most decidedly not
a morning person, and had taken to waking him up in the most annoying ways he
could think of.

�Pot, kettle, black, Raith.
You know, you really should stop insulting yourself. Might make people think you�re a bit touched
in the head. Wouldn�t do to have people
knowing the truth, now would it?� Draco replied with a smirk.

Raithos sighed and flipped over beneath Draco and looked up
at him.

�Did you really havewakewake me up like that �Co? I think I preferred the morning where you had
Tilly douse me in cold water,� Raithos replied sardonically. �And what in the world are we going shopping
for anyway? I already have everything I
want. Besides having my bed to
myself that is.� Raithos bent his
knees up so that Draco was now sitting on is stomach, leaning back against his
legs.

�Oh come now Raith, you know you want me in your bed,� Draco
said with a smirk. �And how many times
do I have to tell you not to butcher my name like that! You�re lucky you�re the son of the Dark Lord
or I assure you, you wouldn�t be getting away with it.�

Raithos smiled evilly, �You know I only do it because it
pisses you off so much. Wouldn�t be
nearly as much fun if it didn�t.�

Draco and Raithos had become quite closer thr the past four
weeks. They�d gotten over their past
animosity when both had revealed it had mostly been an act. They�d never really hated each other. Now their relationship was a very close
friendship, with a healthy helping of sexual tension that neither had acted on
so far.

�And we�re going shopping because school starts in a few
days. See you haven�t changed all that
much Potter, still forgetful as ever.�

�Oh you are so going to pay for that!� Raithos
growled menacingly. He hated
being called Potter, and Draco knew it.
He flipped him over and pinned Draco�s wrists above his head. �How many times do I have to remind you not
to do that �Co? You know, you seem to
be the forgetful one here, throwing about names of people who don�t even exist
anymore. Maybe we should stop at St.
Mungo�s before we go to Diagon Alley, and get that pretty little head of yours
checked out.�

�Very funny Raith, now let me up.�

�Umm�how �bout no.
I rather like having you beneath me.�

Pop!

�Young Master Raithos, Master is saying breakfast is ready,
and you should be coming down�.eeep!�

Raithos sighed and dropped his forehead down onto Draco�s
chest. �Thank you Tilly, we�ll be right
down.� The scandalized house elf
disappeared with another soft pop.
�Bloody house elves always interrupting when things get
interesting. Alright �Co, lets get
going shall we? Don�t want Pops getting
cranky because we�re holding up breakfast.�

�Only you would describe the Dark Lord as cranky,
Raith,� Draco replied as they got up.
He walked over to Raithos�s wardrobe, which had been expanded massively
since the tailor�s trip. ow tow took up
almost the entire wall of his bedroom.
Draco opened the doors and began riffling through the contents of the
�casual� section. He pulled out a pair
of antique washed jeans and a long-sleeved gray t-shirt and threw them at
Raithos. �Here, wear these.� He then pulled out a darker gray t-shirt for
himself, replacing the button down shirt he was currently wearing.

�Thanks �Co, help yourself to my clothes, why don�t you, because
we both know you definitely don�t have enough,� Raithos drawled.

�Hey, yours are closer at the moment. Stop complaining. I let you borrow mine!�

�Once �Co!
Once! Four weeks ago, when I
didn�t have anything to wear besides a pair of silk pajama bottoms!� Raithos replied as they walked out the door.

--

After breakfast, Raithos and Draco, along with Lucius, got
ready to make the trip to Diagon Alley to pick up their school supplies. Raithos also needed new robes. They piled into the limousine waiting at the
front gate. Lord Voldemort insisted
that traveling by floo was too common for his son. Raithos had to agree; he�d always hated traveling by floo.

�My Lord, I�ve spoken to the school Governors and they have
all signed the letter demanding your ReSorting at the welcoming feast on the
first day of school. The Headmaster
cannot go against their decree without forfeiting his position,� Lucius said to
Raithos. It had been agreed on by all
parties that there was no way Raithos could go the school year in Gryffyndor,
the thought was absolutely horrifying.
Raithos knew Dumbledore wouldn�t just agree to a ReSorting, and would
try to influence Raithos in any way he could, including magically, to keep him
under his thumb.

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�Lucius, how many times must I tell you that you don�t have
to call me that unless the situation calls for it? And that�s great news about the ReSorting, I doubt I could have
lasted a day in that blasted tower full of morons without killing some of
them,� Raithos replied. Lucius had
become something similar to an Uncle over the past weeks, and Raithos didn�t
like making the man act subservient unless it was necessary for appearances. Contrary to popular belief, Lucius wasn�he che cold, aloof person he presented to the world. He was very much like Draco, with a wonderfully sarcastic sense
of humor and got along brilliantly with Raithos.

�Just trying to get you used to having people beneath you,
Raithos,� Lucius replied. Draco and
Raithos snickered at the comment, thinking back to that morning�s wake-up
call. �Your father is very pleased that
you will be going back to school with enough power to prevent Dumbledore from
influencing you in any way. The rest of
the Slytherins have been informed by their parents of the developments this
summer, and will treat you accordingly.
Your father would like for them to become your personal followers when
you graduate, much like the Death Eaters are to him.�

�Oh, wonderful! My
own little followers. Do I get to Mark
them? Hmm, wonder if Pops will let me
come up with my own mark�� Raithos thought out loud.

�We�ve created a monster,� Draco said mournfully, shaking
his head at his father, who laughed in response.

--

Later that night, Raithos stood at the entrance to the Hall
he�d stormed into four weeks ago. He
was dressed almost exactly the same, in a black hooded robe. This robe, however, was trimmed in green,
with a large green snake adorning the back of it. Draco stood next to him, in a similar robe, his having a large
green dragon on the back. Nagini was
curled around Raithos�s shoulders and neck at the moment, and he was speaking
to her softly.

�Nervous Raith?� Draco asked.

�Nah, not really.
Less nervous now than I was four weeks ago when I stormed in here,
unannounced.�

Draco chuckled softly, �Now that took balls. I remember my final trial, to kto kill this
disgusting Muggle who tried hitting on me before I cast the curse,� he said
matter-of-factly.

�Yeah, that part doesn�t worry me. Pops said he had someone special for me to do, someone I�d enjoy
exacting revenge on. I can think of
about twenty people on that list at the moment; if it�s any of them, this will
be a piece of cake. An enjoyable piece,
with chocolate icing and raspberry filling��

Draco snorted. �You
really have become quite the evil bastard, Raith, congratulations. Welcome to the fold.�

~It�se Yoe Young Master~ hissed Nagini.

�Alright �Co, let�s get this show on the road.�

The threw open the double doors and strode proudly into the
Hall.

--

�My loyal followers.
Tonight is truly a glorious night.
Tonight, my son takes his rightful place by my side. After tonight, he will be a full member of
our throng, a powerful wizard in his own right, a future leader, and my successor,�
Lord Voldemort said to his followers, who were gathered around the dais upon
which he sat. �Step forward, my son.�

Raithos confidently stepped into the circle of Death Eaters,
back straight and proud, head lifted high.
Draco joined his father behind Voldemort�s throne.

�My son, you have completed your training faster than even I
hoped for, and have shown a power that will surpass even myself. This is your last trial, you final test
before you are able to stand at my right hand and rule this world with me. The two of us together will be
unstoppable. This world will never be
the same. Bring in the prisoners.� He
said, turning to two guards.

Three gagged and bound figures were brought to kneel in
front of Raithos.

�Oh, father, what a truly remarkable present��

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A/N: I�m sure some
of you can guess who Raith gets to kill.
We had our first bit of H/D hints, and more will be coming shortly. My Harry and Draco aren�t shy guys, and have
no problem letting each other know what it is they want.

Next Chappie: We
find out who the three victims are, we take the train to Hogwarts (hehe down
with the Golden Trio, sorry to any of you who aren�t to happy with that.) and
Raith gets ReSorted. Hmm, wonder where he could possibly wind
up.
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