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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Elemental Mage
- 3-Changed
- 4-Offer
- 5-Blocked
- 6-Whole
- 7-Debate
- 8-Secret Room
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter 4

Blocked

"…Cho? What are you doing here?" Cho Chang smiled at Harry beatifically, flashing a row of even, porcelain-white teeth. But there was a cold glint in her eyes that he did not remember seeing from before, when he had still attended Hogwarts.

"Oh, we just came with the Professor to discuss the oncoming term." She bowed to Voldemort deeply before moving into the room "My Lord." The man nodded his head a mere inch, acknowledging the greeting. Harry's mouth had fallen open somewhere along the last minute, and he closed it quickly when he noticed. He managed to school his expression into a somewhat less stupid one with great effort, paying special attention to perform the more important living functions fairly regularly.

"Miss Chang, as you can see, I am busy right now. We will have this discussion tomorrow. I trust that is acceptable?" he asked in a hard and cutting tone. Cho flinched a bit, but aside from the small tremor in her hands, nothing gave away the fear Harry knew she was feeling.

"Of course My Lord." she bowed again and turned to exit the chamber. "See you soon, Potter."

Harry muttered a curse under his breath after they were left alone with Voldemort.

"Cho Chang?" he turned to the man incredulously. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"She is quite useful. She became a teacher at Beauxbaton after she graduated, so we finally have connections there as well." the Dark Lord wore a satisfied smirk. Harry blinked.

"No, what I meant is; what the hell is she doing here, reporting to you like a friggin Death Eater?"

"Watch your language, kit. And she is obviously reporting like a Death Eater because she is one." Voldemort said slowly, as if explaining why one and one equaled two to someone with an IQ below fifty. Harry frowned.

"You cast the Imperius on her?"

"No." the man was getting irritated by then. "She is here of her own volition."

"But you murdered her boyfriend!" Harry exclaimed, still too shocked to think clearly.

"So? And technically, that was not me anyway." Harry did not know what else to say. He stared at those red eyes for a minute, as if searching for something. When he did not seem to find it, he sighed, turning his head.

"Take this thing off me. We already have an agreement." He grumbled, fingering the metal around his neck. Voldemort cocked his head like a bird eyeing a particularly juicy insect.

"I think not. I have no guarantee you will not attempt to kill me in my sleep, given the chance. I will remove it during our lesson tomorrow and we will see how you conduct yourself." Harry gritted his teeth and nodded jerkily; there was not much else he could do at that point, but obey. Besides, did the snake think he would let him put it back on once it was off? He was not about to let his guard down again. "Discussion on our further plans can also wait. Now…" Voldemort clapped his hands and a house elf appeared with a loud crack.

"Canny, escort Mr. Potter to his room."

"Yes Master, Canny will do that. Mr. Potter you following Canny please."

Harry nodded and stiffly fell in step behind the house elf's swiftly departing back. They walked down a dimly lit hallway, at the end of which they stopped before a narrow stairway leading upwards. Canny gestured for Harry to go ahead, and he hesitantly climbed the spiraling staircase. At the top he found himself standing before a closed door and he cautiously cracked it open, not knowing what to expect.

His suspicions turned out to be for naught; the door opened to reveal a simple bedchamber with a large four-poster bed, a desk with a chair in front of it, a huge closet and another door, presumably leading to a bathroom. Harry stepped inside and was not especially surprised to hear the door click shut behind him with an echoing finality. Just to be sure, he tried opening it, but it did not even budge. Harry cursed and threw himself on top of the huge bed, exhaustion weighting his limbs. He knew some rest was necessary, but that did not make it any easier for him to relax. He finally fell into a fitful doze after staring at the wall for what seemed like hours.

The next morning Harry was startled awake by Canny popping into his room with a loud crack that would have made Dobby proud. She carried a tray, which she deposited upon the desk in the corner.

"Is Harry Potter needing help with anything?"

"No, thank you Canny." The little elf nodded and disappeared.

Harry stretched on the bed, threw off the blanket and sat up sleepily. He shuffled to the tray, the smell of bacon and eggs teasing his nose invitingly. He gobbled down the food in large chunks, not particularly caring about the flavor. A quick check in the closet turned up some fresh clothes, so he hurriedly took a shower and dressed. By the time his door finally opened, he was sitting on the chair impatiently waiting for Voldemort's sorry ass to get ready.

"Sir, the Master be waiting for you in the study. Canny will taking you there." Harry stood up and followed her downstairs, passing the same hallway they moved through yesterday night. The house elf stopped to knock on a door directly facing the chamber Harry has awoken in when he had arrived in the mansion.

"Come in." the commanding voice filtered through the wood. Harry stepped inside with a guarded expression. Voldemort sat behind a huge antique-looking mahogany desk, on top of which parchments were piled in complete disarray. The Dark Lord was bending over, entirely engrossed in his work for all appearances. Without looking up, he sent the elf on her way and instructed Harry to sit down in front of him.

"Take it off." Harry growled when Voldemort continued to ignore him. The man glanced up at him with a faint smirk.

"Very well. Lean closer." Harry stood up and walked to Voldemort's side of the desk, not wanting to humiliate himself further by climbing atop a table. The Lord lifted his hand and slashed a shallow cut on his index finger using his nail (unnervingly sharp as a talon). He reached up to grab Harry by the neck, pulling him closer. Harry tried to pull away as the distance between them decreased, but the pressure the other kept on him was strong. Their faces were mere inches apart and he was about to jump back when Voldemort grabbed the collar, twisted it around and placed his bloody finger on a small dent in the metal, snapping it open immediately. Harry scurried backward quickly, not amused by the grin gracing the Dark Lord's lips in the least.

Harry decided to test whether he really could use his magic now, and called forth a wind that abruptly slammed into the smiling bastard in front of him, throwing him back into the wall and kept him pinned there. Harry smirked; a little retribution was in order. Voldemort grunted, and Harry felt his power rising to the challenge, trying to force back the pressure keeping him in place. As the wind was gradually loosing advantage, Harry muttered an enchantment and a spinning ball of concentrated wind energy appeared before him, shaping itself and becoming bigger and bigger. Voldemort's eyes widened when he realized what he was about to do, and managed to free himself to jump aside in the nick of time, right before the thing hit him. He sent a Cruciatus curse toward Harry as the swirling ball slammed into the wall and exploded with a loud bang, ripping huge gashes in the whole room upon the walls, cutting the desk in half and destroying the door completely. The blades of wind evaded Harry without fail, but he had to conjure a shield to protect himself from the nasty curse Voldemort fired at him.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Harry from the other end of the room, healing his arm with his wand where the wind managed to draw blood. Harry quirked a brow.

"What? Not so high and mighty now that I can protect myself? Why aren't you fighting back properly? A simple little curse will not harm me, you know. Use your element!"

"Fool! I will not burn down my office because of your petty vendetta. If you do not wish to learn, leave." Harry looked at him disdainfully.

"I will duel you one day. We will have to see who the stronger one is." he grinned. Harry swore he saw an answering grin on the man's face, but it was gone so fast, he could not be sure it was even there.

"Now," Voldemort began, and flicked his wand to return the room to its former state. "would you sit down so we can start?"

"Fine." Harry dropped down on the chair, watching the man expectantly. "So what do we do?"

Voldemort slowly made his way back to his respective place, looking Harry squarely in the eyes.

"You have found your locus mens*1 already, correct?" Harry nodded. "Good. However, I'm sure you noticed our connection is not something usual. In theory, a normal telepathic connection presents itself as something like a tie between two or more people. When a person connected to the other touches their end of the bond, they immediately connect with each other and are able to convey thoughts as if it were normal speech.

Our bond though, is special in that it makes us capable of discerning the emotions of the other; we can feel what the other does any time we wish. Tell me; what does your locus mens look like, and how am I present in it?"

"Well, every time I meditate I see it as a huge forest. There are no animals in it or anything, only huge trees and grass and it's always dark. And there is this huge wall-"

"A wall?" Voldemort asked with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Yeah, on the premise of the forest. I can't break it down, even though I tried repeatedly. I thought that was where you and I were connected." Voldemort looked thoughtful for a while, staring ahead without truly seeing Harry.

"That is interesting. Can you tell me more about it?" Harry was a little perplexed. Was it not the same for him? Maybe he just visualized it differently?

"Don't you see it as well? I thought that was where our minds were connected or something."

"Stupid kit. How could there be two separate minds in one locus mens? That is not our connection, I assure you. I thought you learned more than to think something that ridiculous was possible." Harry grimaced. Occlumency was never his strong point, and it took him triple the work to be able to raise shields around his mind, than it would have for a normal person. He strongly suspected that it had something to do with that wall, but in the end he managed, although barely. He simply included it in the shield as well. It took more energy to maintain, but the result was what counted.

"You already broke in more times than I can count. Can't you just take a look at it yourself?" Harry grumbled.

"I can't get into your locus mens directly. I can hear you and feel you, I can even send images to you or witness your dreams, but I can't just transport myself in there. It may or may not be possible to break in if I was to possess your body, but I'm not sure about that either." Harry nodded his understanding. Who knew the legendary Dark Lord would be such a good teacher? He was explaining everything clearly enough for Harry to understand at once, unlike Snape's and Grigory's sorry attempts to do the same.

Harry murmured a charm that allowed him to project the image he desired for Voldemort's inspection. As his forest gained form, he pointed out the wall he had been talking about, watching for other's reaction.

Voldemort had to fight very hard to conceal the look of utter shock from his face. He had not seen something like this in all the long years he had lived, and that was saying quite something. Similar things; yes, but this was so excessive it was not even funny.

A good chunk of Potter's mind – and thus, personality – was locked away from access, even from the boy himself. The wall barricaded him away from feeling emotions that were stuck behind it. A block like that was practically unbreakable, especially, as he saw on a closer inspection, when the wall had been present for so long. It has nearly grown to be part of Potter's mind, melding into the foundation seamlessly. It had to have been erected back when he was no more than an infant. That posed an interesting question; who put it there? If it was the one who he had in mind… But those were thoughts for another time.

Voldemort studied the block with great interest. He was a little taken aback upon discovering how weathered it looked in some places; there was even a point where a small hole opened up and allowed him to see through to the other side. Was that where the initial seed of doubt entered the boy's mind? For this to happen, the boy must have gone through a huge trauma, more than once probably. Voldemort suspected it started crumbling at his resurrection and only deteriorated more with the fight in the Ministry.

But would the old fart really stoop so low? Would he go to this extent only to make one child more compliant and easier to manipulate? It was hard to believe something like this could be done by the self-proclaimed leader of the Light. Voldemort smiled to himself; this could turn out to be an unforeseen blessing for him. He was looking forward to see the boy that would emerge when he became whole again.

Harry eyed the Dark Lord warily. He had been muttering and smirking to himself for the last five minutes, not paying attention to Harry's attempts to question him. What had him so excited? Harry had a bad feeling about it.

"Potter," Harry jerked as his name was called. "I will tear down that wall for you. I don't think it will hurt, but I can't be sure."

"Hey, wait a second!" he protested. "You haven't even told me what it is!"

"It is a block to prevent certain aspects of your personality emerging. It is illegal magic, but it's very rarely found out. You've probably had it cast upon you when you were still a babe."

"A block?" Harry frowned, not really getting it. "Why would someone put it there?"

"I have a theory, but I'm not sure you're ready to hear it yet. Let me take care of it first, we can talk about the rest later." Harry looked at him suspiciously, narrowing his gaze in warning.

"I am not letting you point that wand at me until you don't explain this properly. I don't trust you." Voldemort puffed out an exasperated breath.

"What do you want to know then?"

"For starters; who do you think it was who cast it? You obviously have someone in mind."

"Dumbledore, of course. He's the only wizard powerful enough to make it so strong. And he's the one who had cause to use it."

"Cause?"

"Yes. As I said, the block prevents you from feeling certain emotions. I suspect the ones Dumbledore deemed as negative traits were all locked up nicely, to make it easier for him to control you. I see some cracks on the wall however; those are probably the loopholes allowing you to doubt him in the first place. After all, expecting the worst from a person would be, according to his oh-so-clean morals, bad, and so he made you trust the 'innate goodness of humans' blindly. I have no way to tell the full extent of the block, but it is huge. The method was used by the Ministry in the past to keep dark wizards that committed criminal acts under check. It was banned though, because of some 'human rights' nonsense." Harry paled rapidly as Voldemort spoke. Was this really possible?

"No way. There is no way Dumbledore would have done such a thing! I mean yeah, he made bad decisions and pissed me off with his preaching, but this is too much!"

"Don't be stupid. Try to see the matter clearly. Weren't you going to fight against him anyway? This just gives you an even more valid reason."

"No! I mean… Yeah, but I wasn't going to seriously hurt him!" Voldemort smirked.

"Really? Then what did you think my offer entailed? Do you think I would have left him roam around free after your confrontation?"

"But-"

"Listen to me, Potter. I will remove the block for you. You can decide for yourself later." Harry regarded him uncertainly. Could he trust him? No, of course not. But would Voldemort do as he said? Yes, because Harry was useful to him. For the time being, at least. He nodded once, slowly. The Dark Lord smiled.

"Good. Now sit still. As I said, I'm not sure what you will feel of this, if anything at all."

Harry took a deep breath. He could do this. But what would he become? How did he feel about finding all this out? He did not know. Not that it mattered. After all, who was to say these were his real emotions? Harry gulped. What a disconcerting thought.

*1: Location of the mind (not literally, obviously). And I don't speak Latin, so it may be incorrect for all I know. Oh well, it sounds good! LoL

Okaaay, so darker Harry will be gradually emerging from now on. Next chapter will be out soon!

I have a great bombshell in store for you all btw, so be ready! *ke ke ke*
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