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50th chapter, who’d of thunk it? ^_^
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Possession
Chapter L - The Shadow Power
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Harry walked down the halls of his beloved's strong hold, his robes
flowing around him. Once he'd finished in the bathroom he hadn't been sure what
he was going to do since he hadn't been able to find any clothes but the
shadows had gathered around him, forming themselves into a skin tight body suit
before more of them had become his robes. They were warm and so light that it
almost felt as if he wasn't dressed at all and they were comforting, whispering
to him as he moved. He had known that with an empty castle, he probably hadn't
needed the garments for modesty and had been slightly amused at that thought
but it was cool here so they were necessary for warmth, besides there was
something vaguely disturbing about going naked outside the bedchamber.
So far there had been nothing of interest in the castle but he was beginning
to get the feel for the layout. In his exploring he'd found the throne room
from last night, several magic rooms, a kitchen, lots of guest suites and a few
rooms filled with books but nothing substantial enough to be considered the
main library. He grinned softly as he imagined Voldemort's surprise when the
older man realised that he wouldn't need a guide. Of course, the shadows had
been directing him somewhat.
::Master, turn here.::
::Hmm, why?::
::We hunger.::
::And there is food for you down here?:: Harry said dubiously as he gestured
towards the dark corridor. ::What do you eat anyway?::
::You.::
::What?::
::We eat light, Master, we eat your radiant energy however occasionally we
need something else.::
::Something else?::
::Master, anyone may use our power - wizard or muggle. They only need the
right mindset and the desire and we will answer their call. We have always
answered the calls. The energy expended is minimal for us after all.:: The
Shadows seemed to sigh.
::That doesn't explain what you eat,:: Harry observed quietly but he began
to make his way down corridor anyway.
::Heh! We are the ultimate seduction, Master. Once a human calls upon our
power, they call upon it again and again. In return for our power, we do eat
their radiant energy but eventually it is not enough, and our hunger becomes
their hunger and they call upon us again. For a human, our power is easy and
once they start down our path, it becomes easier and that is our seduction. But
radiant energy cannot sustain us for long and once someone is seduced by us
they become so reliant that they don't even know what they are doing and that
is when we strike. We are at your beck and call, Master, no one else's but a
seduced person thinks we serve them, if they are even aware they are calling
upon us, and aren't attributing everything to luck. It doesn't matter though;
believing we will always serve is their last mistake. At that point, Master, we
take all their light.::
::Light?::
::We eat their light, or what's left of it.::
::I still don't understand.::
::We do not eat their soul, Master, but we do take all their light.::
::So if..?:: Harry trailed off, his emerald eyes wide with concern. He'd
seen Voldemort use the shadow power, and Sirius... and he didn't want either of
them consumed.
::No, Master. The Dark Lord is strong enough to resist our seduction and by
accepting your seduction he has gained the right to use our power and
your guardian has become a part of us. They have both become like you in that
matter. They need never fear us. Anyone else is fair game.::
::So you are like Dementors?:: Harry tried to link what they were telling
him to something he knew.
::No,:: the Shadow's voice was firm. ::We are nothing like them. They need
souls to survive, and until they can get that, they eat memories. They may eat
from anyone, we may only consume those who have used our power.::
::So there are those who have used your power down here?::
::There are a few but we may also consume the light of those you give to us,
Master.::
Harry shuddered, unsure that he wanted to condemn someone, anyone to an
existence without light. He could remember what it was like, no hope, no love,
no warmth.
The Shadows sensed his reticence. ::Master,:: they said comfortingly. ::We
aren't like that. You have met people who's light we have consumed.::
::Huh?::
::Master,:: they laughed. ::If the people who's light we consumed were like
that with no hope in life they would be like those who have been Kissed by a Dementor
and then we'd be the guardians of Azkaban, if you disregard the fact that we
cannot be controlled by any power except your light. However, we are not like
that, it is more useful for us for those we consume to seem to be as they were
before. They are completely under our control though, everything they do is for
us, for you.::
::So who have I met?::
::Not many wizards, Master, it does take us longer to seduce them and then
they are usually considered evil and destroyed. Snape was almost one of us.::
::Snape?:: Harry questioned. The Potions Master was the type to seek power,
true, but he didn't think he would have sought the dark power, especially given
his anguish at the Dark Mark and all that it implied and his memories of his
time at school.
::He has stopped, Master and will not use us again, so he is not ours. We
tried tempting him but he is very strong willed and we will leave him be now...
probably. You know more Muggles anyway...:: The Shadows considered the
situation carefully before they came to their conclusion. ::Most of your
acquaintances haven't had the dark ambitions necessary, except of course, for
those who hurt you but even then, we did not answer their calls. We are
not stupid after all, we knew what power you would wield one day and we are
sorry Master, there was nothing we could do to protect you then...
::However there are several politicians in every country and businessmen in
every industry who belong to us, and therefore to you. You'd be the wealthiest
man in the world, Master because you own them.:: With their words, the Shadows
flicked Harry some images of the people he owned through them. They felt him
relax as, even though he didn't recognise everyone by name, he did know enough
to realise that the people shown to him were still active in the world of the
Muggles. They were pessimists but they were very powerful people.
::Where now?:: Harry asked feeling better about the situation, coming to
another junction.
::Go right. Lucius' forces are there and a wizard will sustain us longer.::
::I can't give you Lucius,:: Harry cautioned.
::We know. It would be too easy. Pick someone else, we're sure there are
those you will give us.::
Emerald eyes narrowed at the tone. The Shadows were very confident and while
he knew he could control them, knew he could do it as easily as breathing, he
did wonder why they were so sure of his decision this time but they remained
silent and after a moment he shrugged. He'd know in a little while exactly whom
they wanted.
Harry glided down the corridor, ignoring those chambers he could sense were
empty. It was quiet here, too quiet and he pulled up suddenly, looking around
sharply for the guards. Not even the Dark Lord would leave his prisoners
unguarded, no matter how secure he thought they were. He could feel the Shadows
tightening themselves around him, protectively. ::There,:: they whispered
after a moment.
He shivered involuntarily as his eyes fixed upon the guard.
There was only one creature that caused the air to freeze like this, only one
that caused him to tremble, not in fear though, never in fear, but from the
cold and the sheer hunger he could feel from it.
Dementor.
Harry held firm, gritting his teeth slightly as he kept his gaze steady,
superior.
The Dementor paused for a moment as it spotted him and then it moved
smoothly towards him, what passed for white hands extended. At seven feet, just
as he felt it tug on his mind, searching for his memories, the Shadows struck,
surging around him, without his direction, striking as a black whip.
It hissed and stilled, suddenly more cautious and the air became warmer but
it didn't retreat and Harry could feel other Dementors beginning to gather. His
eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered his head, glaring over the rims of his
glasses, daring the Dementor to approach him. Around him, his robes flowed,
inky darkness embracing him closely, warmly, responding to his slightest
thought, blocking everything that was the Dementor and filling him with power.
Four more Dementors appeared, moving to flank their fellow at the challenge
implied in his stance, and Harry suppressed a tight smile. Numbers meant
nothing to him, meant nothing to the Shadows and it appeared that the
Dementors, like the Vampires had forgotten who were the true masters of dark.
Idly he wondered how many more creatures had forgotten.
::Not many, Master. Most have longer memories than fools!:: The last
word was snarled as a shadow leapt forward, a surge of black power with the
wings of a fallen angel.
Beautiful, Harry thought as he watched. The Shadow struck with
phantom claws, ripping into the lead Dementor, tearing ragged garments, each
strike met with a scream of pain from the dark creature. Thick purple blood
pooled on the stone and Harry knew with certainty that he was the only human
ever to see this. He stood watching as the vaguely winged Shadow attacked the
Dementor with a liquid grace that defied description. It was there, but the
Shadow was not there and the feeble defence of the Dementor passed through
insubstantial darkness. The screams become whimpers, and the black robed form
fell but was met with more mauling and tearing before strong jaws gripped and
shook it, shaking the Dementor as a crocodile shakes its kill to ensure death.
Other Shadows moved protectively around him, their constant movement allowing
no openings for the other Dementors to attack.
Finally there was an odd gurgle from the fallen Dementor before complete
silence that was broken by the sharp crack of bones breaking. It was followed
by crunching and Harry was transfixed as the Shadow literally ate the fallen
Dementor, robes and all. Purple blood splashed on the stones and the other dark
creatures drew back as several more Shadows detached themselves from him,
widening his circle of protection as their fellow consumed the fallen.
As the last scrap of Dementor was eaten, the Shadow flowed back, leaving the
blood and rejoining its companions as a part of Harry's robes. ::Master,:: the
Shadows prompted, and Harry nodded slowly, knowing that now he would have to
assert his dominance over the dark beings. They too would now call him Master.
Narrowed emerald eyes fixed on the remaining Dementors and Harry allowed his
lips to crease in a sinister smile. These were the beings that had made Sirius'
life miserable for the thirteen years of his imprisonment. He didn't really
blame them. It was their job to watch Azkaban and he wouldn't be too harsh on
them for that, he was saving his true ire for the Ministry but that didn't mean
he was above a little revenge.
He remained silent; watching as they moved nervously before he slowly raised
one Shadow covered hand. Fingers curled up and Harry concentrated briefly,
filling his hand with light. He was careful though, and formed a mental barrier
between the Shadow and his power so as not to hurt his servant. The Shadows ate
his radiant energy, his light but they could not eat his
concentrated light, it was too pure and that was his power over them, the power
of Gryffindor.
The Dementors seemed to gasp and their movement became more frenzied as they
beheld the steady glow of power. And slowly they understood. Their icy power
broke and Harry almost laughed at what he could feel. Their reaction -
confusion, leading to understanding, followed by panic as they realised what they
had done - was very human and he understood how his beloved could enjoy it.
There was something infinitely pleasurable about knowing that you held all the
cards and that those before you had no choice but to submit.
He remained still, content to let them make the first move and was rewarded
for his patience when yet another Dementor, larger than the others came
forward. It stared at him for a long moment, looking between the gathered
energy and his eyes before, with a soft hiss, it bowed to him oblivious of the
blood as its hood swept the floor. The others hissed in obvious surprise at the
apparent ease of their leader's submission but they did follow suit.
Harry let the power fade from his hand and as the Dementors straightened he
nodded slowly at them, indicating his acceptance of their abasement. They
flowed away from him, disappearing back into the darkness as he continued down
the corridor.
He could tell which cell was Lucius and chuckled at the arrogant confusion he
could feel from the man but did nothing else. Voldemort had more practice at
disciplining those who went against him and it was not something he wanted to
deprive Lucius of. Besides, he already knew what he was going to do to Malfoy
and was content to leave the wizard wondering if and when he would strike.
Besides, he could feel some far more interesting presences...
"I see now," Harry murmured as he stopped in front of the cell.
::So we may eat them?::
"In a moment," he said, placing one hand on the cell door.
"You don't need them to do anything later, do you?"
::No, Master, we just want their light. After that, we thought the Dark Lord
would kill these ones, just as you are going to ask him to.::
Harry smiled, suppressing a bark of laughter. "At least have the good
taste to act like you don't know everything, would you?" He asked easily.
::Yes, Master,:: the Shadows answered him contritely, heavy laughter not
hiding their anticipation at the feast he was about to give them.
"Let me speak to them first."
::Yes.::
He extended the merest flick of power, unlocking the door and lighting up
the cell as he stepped inside.
The wizard and witch inside were sitting in opposite corners, their masks
discarded but they both looked up as he entered. They recognised him but had
the sense to remain silent. Both had their wands on the ground in front of
them. Like all the others, presumably, they had been trying to discover why
magic had deserted them.
"It's probably for the best that you two chose to side with Lucius,"
Harry began simply, wondering how much they knew of their children's actions
against him.
"Oh why?"
"You truly don't know of your brat's transgressions?"
Blaise's mother still looked confused but Millicent's Father spat.
"Some petty thing Draco wanted them to do."
"Petty?" Harry questioned. "Yes, it was very petty but it
awoke Voldemort's anger and my true power."
Zabini looked interested now, even if she didn't know what was being spoken
about. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, that even if you hadn't followed Lucius, you and your children
would still be dead, for what they did to me!"
"You don't have the guts!" Bulstrode sneered.
"You're right, I don't," Harry agreed. "And I didn't come
here to kill you," he added. "The Dark Lord will kill you in an
instant as soon as I ask him to."
"You're still a child, playing with things you do not understand. You
cannot control Lord Voldemort, Potter, and eventually he will see you are
nothing but Dumbledore's child. You don't have the guts to kill, you don't have
the strength for anything! You will be cast away like a broken toy when he
finishes with you no matter what you delude yourself into thinking."
Harry smiled softly at the tirade, his quiet assurance eventually impacting
upon Bulstrode and silencing him. "I don't think so," he said
softly**, "but I did not come here to discuss the future with you. I came
here to take your Light. Don't worry, it won't hurt." Harry frowned
suddenly as he realised something. "Actually, I'm not sure about
that," he said honestly. ::Is there anything I need to do?:: He asked the
Shadows silently.
::Answer one question.::
::Ah?::
::Master, may we consume the light of the two wizards before you?:: They
asked formally, in an almost ritualistic tone.
::You may,:: he replied, in an equally grave tone, sensing that what they
needed was his whole hearted and honest permission. They could do nothing if he
doubted.
::Thank you, Master.::
Around him, despite the lumos charm lighting the cell, the air came
alive with darkness.
"What is this?" Zabini questioned in a hysterical tone of voice.
"This is the power your son awoke!" Harry responded. "This is
my birthright and my ability to stand equal to the Serpent Lord." He extended
his arm, pointing towards the two who had instinctively jumped towards him,
realising that even if magic didn't work, they had to try something.
They never even got close.
Unlike the power displayed against the Dementor, the only physical manifestation
was the solidity required to drive the witch and wizard back into the wall.
After that, there was only liquid, inky darkness that flowed all over them. In
and around them, through them without any hindrance. Light flickered from them
and Harry blinked, changing his eyes so that he could see the streams of magic.
Bulstrode and Zabini senior were brilliant, their magic confined within them
from the Shadows earlier touch, but only a little bit of that brilliance could
be seen. Wrapping them, from head to toe was pure darkness and it was seeping
into their light, consuming it. They screamed but the shadows just flowed into
their mouths muffling everything as they moved deeper. He could feel the
Shadows hunger now and feel how the light, dirty as this source was, was
fulfilling their desires.
After a few moments it was over and the Shadows pulled back to him, leaving
the wizards slumped. Their light was completely gone and as Harry looked at
them he almost couldn't see them. The once bright streams of magic were dull
and against the back ground magic of the castle they were barely outlines. He
altered his eyes back and noted even the light from the charm had been dimmed.
::You really do eat light,:: he observed.
::Hmm, we are darkness.::
Harry nodded, closing the cell as he returned to the corridor. ::Is there
anything else you want?::
::Not at the moment, Master and you had best return to the Dark Lord so you
are there when he wakes.:: The Shadows seemed almost sleepy. They had expended
a lot of energy for their Master over the previous hours and they would require
more food before they regained all their lost power but at the moment, they
could eat no more simply because they had also been gorging on his energy as he
had lain with Voldemort.
Harry nodded again, turning back the way he had come, feeling the echo of
satisfaction from his servants and smiling, knowing he had made the right
choice.
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