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Weapon	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 105432 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 26
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Weapon (Possession Chapter LVI)

Chapter V – Preparation to Hide

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::Shut up!:: Harry snapped, glaring at a
patch of shadow.
::We haven't said anything!:: His servants objected
mildly, not bothering to hide the mirth in their tone.
::You don't need to, I heard you giggling.::
::We would never..!::
::You would! So shut up!::
Harry growled, emerald eyes blazing as he paced back and forth in the small
room. Privately he could understand their laughter and he would be more than
happy when he could rid himself of the garments Dumbledore had insisted were
necessary for initiation into the Order of the Phoenix.
White velvet wrapped around him, the heavy folds whispering as the fabric
rubbed together with his motion. Beneath the heavy outer robe, silk slid
against his skin in a loose shirt and pants that had been tucked into soft deer
hide boots. The emblem of a phoenix had been embroidered with unicorn hair over
his heart on all the garments and gold thread traced out the pattern of fire
burning upwards from the hems at his feet and wrists.
They were beautiful. Harry could not deny that. The workmanship on the
garments was exquisite even if it had been done with magic but it made him
feel... wrong... It was too pure and with everything that had happened he
didn't feel pure.
For the moment he was alone. After dressing, one of the Order Members had lead him to this plain room with no windows. Illumination
was provided by four candles set at the meridian points and he was meant to be
mediating, cleansing himself of the dark.
::As if that would be possible...:: the shadows
laughed. ::You cannot cleanse yourself of something
you do not possess.::
::Hmm? Everyone is light and dark,::
Harry questioned their statement.
::Even you,:: they agreed easily. ::But you still cannot cleanse yourself of something you do
not possess. You do not possess us, Master, we possess you. The darkness is us,
the light is you.::
Emerald eyes blinked before Harry nodded, understanding what they were
saying. He did possess darkness, no matter what they said, but they had chosen
to remove it from him.
::Yes...:: the shadows agreed with him, sensing his
conclusions. ::You are the pure one,:: they added,
::for only purity can truly sustain us.::
Harry cast a glance towards the door as the flickering shadows in the room
darkened and he felt his servants syphon some of his
energy. The link between them was always open, he knew that, be he could close
it if he desired. He could limit their consumption to the point where only the
barest fraction of his radiant energy would be available to them but he could
see no point in that... for the moment. He couldn't use his radiant energy, so
why not give it to someone who could, especially when those someone's were as
helpful as the shadows.
::You'll make us blush!:: They teased.
::So what happens now?::
::With the initiation?::
Harry nodded.
::A lot of mumbo-jumbo. Dumbledore gets to feel
important. Fawkes gives you his blessing and a mind
link to the other Members. We make a ceremonial appearance and then we imagine Fawkes and Xaos will fight it out.::
"What?" He blurted. He got most of the explanation but the last
bit threw him.
::Members of the Order are marked with a piece of Fawkes
in much the same way that Xaos marks you now and we
don't think the two of them will get along.::
Harry felt his heart go cold. How was he going to explain Xaos without everything coming undone?
>Master, do not be concerned,< the basilisk
whispered to him, and Harry felt the serpent's consciousness awaken within his
own.
>I will not lose you!< He berated the snake.
>I have your backing?<
>Yes, but in front of the Order, I cannot show my true loyalty.<
>That is not necessary,< Xaos
reassured him with the equivalent of a serpentine laugh. >So long as I have
your backing, I cannot be destroyed, although Master, I must ask your
forgiveness in advance, for in fighting the phoenix it may be necessary for me
to...<
::Lie,:: the shadows finished the sentence when
they felt Xaos' discomfort.
Harry chuckled. He had forgotten how young his basilisk was. >I know you
will only protect me, Xaos,<
he said comfortingly.
>Thank you, Master. I will try to remain hidden but if the phoenix finds
me, I will try to bring all guilt to me.<
>You will be safe though, won't you?< Harry
pressed the point.
>Yes. I will be weakened, but I cannot be destroyed not while some part of
you backs me.<
::We will not let him be destroyed,:: the shadows
added their reassurance.
"All right," Harry agreed reluctantly. He couldn't back out of the
ceremony now and even if he decided to feign a collapse due to exhaustion,
something that was possible in his current state, that would only postpone his
initiation. Dumbledore, on his brief visit to him in the infirmary, had made
that clear, in his annoyingly cheerful manner, which would have worked on him
if he had of been the child the ancient wizard still thought he was.
That was one delusion he was going to take a great deal of pleasure in
dispelling when the time was right.
He started slightly as the room lightened, and quickly schooled his face
into an imitation of peace, turning towards the door as it opened, artfully
blinking at the Order Member as if the opening of the door had disturbed his
cleansing trance.
::Not a word, not a snigger, not a whisper!:: He
sent the warning to his servants forcefully, somehow knowing that they were choking
back laughter at his 'transformation'.
::Not a word,:: they agreed, their presence faint,
::but just wait until we tell the Lord Voldemort!::
::You won't dare!::
The Order Member blinked at the sudden sense of menace but the sensation was
gone as quickly as it appeared as Harry brought himself back under control,
settling for mentally glaring at the shadows. "This way, Harry," the
young lady said kindly to the boy. Her robes he noted,
were black, but the emblem of the Phoenix
and the flame patterning remained the same, all the more startling against the
darkness.
"Thank you," Harry replied, reaching up and drawing his hood as he
had been instructed before he stepped through the door into the dark corridor. Xaos brushed against his mind again, before retreating,
burrowing deep within and pulling barriers around his presence in an attempt to
hide.
The woman lead him down darkened corridors, her ash wood wand providing the
only light, before she stopped before a small door. With a gesture, she indicated
that he should enter the pitch black room. "This is the antechamber in
which the initiate waits until summoned. You will know when we need you,"
she said by way of explanation, closing the door behind him securely.
Harry resisted the urge to snort. The mysticism might have impressed him in
the past, but he was over that and he wasn't afraid of the dark. The Order had
a long way to go if they thought they could save him from his own fears. With a
glance around at the dark which was not dark - not when you had true darkness
lighting your way - he took up a position of mediation, copying his basilisk in
rearranging his mind as Sirius had shown him. There were things that could not
be close to the surface.
He was careful to show no reaction when he felt the tingle of magic as the
room became an oubliette. Did they think to scare him? Did they truly think he
would believe they would do this..? No, they needed him too much. He pushed the
thought down, trying to summon the stunned child who could not conceive a Dark
Lord's love. That was the person they were expecting.
Emerald eyes opened and glazed slightly as he felt the persona wrap around
him. It was stifling, the freedom that was now denied and he felt, almost with
two minds, the shadows move to try to calm his now inner self. Only reluctantly
did he calm, settling to watch the world through his false self with narrowed
eyes and slowly Harry felt the cold chill of fear rise within him.
The Order was waiting. As he felt a cold sweat break out on him a tiny flame
appeared before him. He locked his eyes on it, feeling himself drawn into its
warmth, into the light and as he focused on it, his heart beat slowed and the
fear that had been rising ebbed.
But then a new fear grew within him, as he looked around. He was alone. He
was always alone. He could see the cold stone walls now, their darkness was
gone, he was not afraid of them, but they were lonely and he had been alone for
so long. He didn't want to be alone again.
Thick tears gathered in his eyes and deep within him, his true presence
smiled. This was the person they believed him to be so this was the person he
would be. Someone they could control, someone they could mould.
Just before the tears spilt the oubliette wavered, the featureless stone
walls melted away to reveal an amphitheatre rising above him. It was lit with
soft warm yellows and was full of black robed witches and wizards - the members
of the Order. Most had their hoods raised but a few smiled comfortingly at him
as he gulped back the tears.
Inwardly he hid a grin. They had wanted those reactions to trigger the
shifts in his perceptions so they had gotten those reactions but from now on,
he would not be weak.
Harry looked over to the far side of the stage. Dumbledore, looking every
inch the powerful wizard that he was, was waiting for him, the contrast between
the black flame robes and his white hair and beard adding to his aura of power.
His blue eyes were twinkling, and his face was creased with a soft smile of
welcome. Once the ceremony was over, the Order would have their weapon and the
battle against the darkness could truly begin. Although he was no fool, even
with Harry's cooperation, they would need to tread carefully. There was no such
thing as a battle won before it was joined, all this
meant was that their chances were greatly improved and that they now had the
tools necessary to win.
And not just a temporary victory as the sacrifice of James and Lily had
given them. With Harry's co-operation this would be a definitive victory against
the Dark Lord.
Fawkes was perched beside him on a large, pulsing
white crystal. The phoenix appeared asleep but he was merely preparing himself
for the task ahead. Even if nothing unusual had happened to Harry during his
life this would be a difficult induction, simply because of his amount of
power. Add to it his youth and strong will, and that guaranteed that the
joining of his mind with the Order would cause problems.
Maybe not to Harry but those of lesser resolve would soon learn that they
could no longer be indecisive.
As Harry stepped forward, Albus resisted the urge to narrow his eyes as he
assessed the young man before him. In a few short days, the boy had grown.
Physically he looked the same, if not a little thinner for his ordeal but around
him now there was a feeling. It was the aura of a wizard much older, a feeling
that came with time and experience, but the ancient wizard had to admit that
Harry had been through far more than most experienced in a lifetime but even
so, for him to radiant such confidence... It bore watching but Fawkes would soon discover the truth.
The Light would not be betrayed by its own weapon.
Fawkes slowly opened luminous eyes, watching with
an unblinking gaze as the young man stood before him. It was traditional to
kneel but the bird, like the ancient wizard beside him, knew the emerald eyed
boy would die before he knelt to any man. And for one who was potentially the
next Leader of the Order, the open suspension of tradition would merely act to
confirm his claim.
But the bird could see more than the man, and he knew the reactions to the
induced fear of dark and loneliness had been feigned. That merely showed though
an impressive natural defence against magical influences and that Harry had the
level of power required to defeat the dark. He would not be like the other,
crippled by his own fear of the power that was his birthright.
Fawkes trilled from deep within his chest the song
of courage, of welcome, of acceptance and was pleased to see the veiled looks
of mistrust vanish as his song forced the Order members to reassess the boy and
see the brilliant purity of light that shone from him, undulled by the darkness
that had tried throughout his life to sully it.
He rose up, raising his crest and flaring his wings in a traditional
display. The crystal beneath his pinions pulsed, the pure white light becoming
flamed tinged, illuminating him to give the illusion of a true phoenix, rising
fully grown, magnificently plumed from the fires of his own death. His song
continued, and as Fawkes reached his full height,
feathers ablaze, eyes burning with their own fire, it reached a crescendo. He
paused, allowing himself to be beheld for an instant in full perfection before
his snapped his wings back around his body, and lowered his crest slightly,
settling back down upon his perch as the light returned to its steady white
glow.
Harry continued to gaze at him with flat eyes unimpressed by either the
display of power or his song.
The complete lack of reaction brought a stir from the Order members but
Dumbledore acted quickly, moving to start the ceremony before anything more
than the occasional whispered word became audible from the hissed
conversations. The talk vanished but some of the dubious looks returned. With a
characteristic note of nonchalance he shrugged. It was not their decision who
was and was not inducted into the Order. Order members could nominate anyone
for induction but the final decision came down to the Phoenix and in some measure the crystal he
was perched on. So long as Fawkes determined that an
individual was worthy then nothing else could gainsay that decision. Albus was
wise enough to know that if the human members of the Order were the only
determiners of entry, it would not have survived.
"Harry James Potter," he intoned in his rich voice, completely
silencing the last few whispers of conversation. "Son of the Order Members
Lily Evans and James Potter, you stand before the Order because you wish to add
your power to the same noble cause they followed."
Inner Harry scowled and murmured 'You wish me to' but outwardly he nodded
gravely, his drawn hood keeping his face mostly in shadow, giving him a stately
grace as he replied. "I do."
"Then let us see you fully, so that your worth might be known."
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