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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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13/10/2011

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Weapon Chapter LI - Partial Reassurance

Harry smiled as he apparated to Platform 9 and 3/4's. It certainly felt better to arrive on the Platform that way and while this was the first time he had been allowed off Hogwarts grounds since summer began, he was actually content with how things had progressed. It might have been nice to go to Diagon Alley and see everyone while picking up his school supplies but his training, he didn't want to call it education because it wasn't, his beloved had already educated him in most of the important things, what he was doing at Hogwarts was training, learning to use that which he already knew and that was also important.

Besides, he'd have the entire journey back to Hogwarts to catch up with them. And the train trip would be relatively unchaperoned. Dumbledore had explained that yesterday when he had called Harry into his office for an end of summer review.

Harry had spoken to the Headmaster at various times over summer and the ancient wizard had seemed pleased at his progress. They'd discussed many things during the warmer months, including the overall plan for this year. The Headmaster had been frank on a number of topics but evasive on others and while Harry could see that the man was trying, he was still too set in his ways and played too many cards to close to trust completely.

If nothing untoward had happened in his life, Harry was sure he would have trusted Dumbledore, but he was not a helpless child anymore and he was not someone who would be pushed around. He would walk his own path and the others would just have to follow. It was because the ancient wizard was blind to some pain that he could not be allowed to continue. The man though would not step aside. He was too used to power, which meant the only way was force. When Harry had been a child he hadn't liked violence. He still didn't like it much now, but he recognised that there were times when there was no other choice. This was one of them. The Headmaster had to be removed from power and there was no way of doing it except by force. Only then would the pain of the past be put to rest.

After Harry had mastered his Animagus form, the Headmaster had begun relaying some war information but he had kept some key facts to himself. Thanks to Harry's servants, he was relatively well informed and he wasn't sure if Albus was keeping the information from him as a test of his abilities or out of some other misguided desire to give Harry a childhood.

The war was going as well as could be expected. Auror training had been stepped up and the treaty with the vampires was proving to be a boon. Vampire and Order of the Phoenix task forces had made some successful attacks and were penetrating the Dark Lord's network. The Ministry was busy scrambling for support and had offered treaties to several species. The Goblins were holding out, as were the Veela and when told of this Harry had asked about the Werewolves. His question had been deflected. Harry took that to mean that the Werewolves had not been offered anything official.

Idiots! Harry thought and had said as much. Dumbledore had just said it would work out and Harry had nodded though he knew it wouldn't. The wizards always seemed to ignore the things they really needed and this time it would cost them.

The Headmaster and Harry had discussed wizarding law as well, what the rules were about using particular charms in combat and what the various punishments were. Harry had been amazed at how simplistic the rules were. Illegal spell use was just that. It was up to your lawyer to present extenuating circumstances but it was the punishments for assault that surprised Harry. There was almost no punishment for assaults providing no permanent physical damage was inflicted. And given that St Mungos could heal a awful lot that meant quite a few assaults went unreported. Emotional damage was not considered. Sexual assault was not even mentioned.

And no one seemed to consider this a problem.

In fact the only reasons Heprah had been sentenced was because one, Harry had been a child, two, Harry was the wizarding world's saviour, The-Boy-Who-Lived and three, Dumbledore had insisted. What it told Harry though was that even if he reported Blaise and Millicent, nothing much would happen. Blaise would probably not even get a slap on the wrist, since after all, he'd actually done nothing, while Millicent would probably get a lecture about proper behaviour for a lady and it would be left at that. If Harry was lucky, someone would offer to obliviate him and that would happen only if the judge recognised the fact that men could be raped as well. If Dumbledore thought Harry was going to accept that as tepid justice then he had a lot to learn. The ancient wizard thought, somewhat unconsciously that if the physical damage was healed then everything else would heal. And that because of the healing, those who perpetrated these matters should be given another chance and should be forgiven by their victims.

Life and human emotion didn't work like that.

Wizarding laws had some unforgivable gaps. While discussing the system with the Headmaster they'd actually worked out that Voldemort could legally run to be Minister so long as no family pressed charges. There was no such thing as the people in the wizard court. The Ministry was a legal entity but the individual still bore responsibility. It made for a very interesting dynamic and Harry wasn't going to risk that system, not when he had other paths to justice.

The other interesting talk he'd had with the Headmaster had been about his results. Harry knew Lord Voldemort had given him knowledge but even he'd been surprised by how much even if he didn't know exactly what his results were. He didn't have to go to school any more but both Harry and Dumbledore had agreed that him attending classes and doing normal teenage things was for the best. He would fight when called upon because it wasn't like missing a class would hurt his results.

The ancient wizard had also brought up another theory, that while the Dark Lord was alive, Harry's 'other' knowledge would exist but when he killed the Dark Lord then that knowledge may also die and if that was the case he could continue his classes so if that did happen then Harry wouldn't be too far behind. Harry had agreed with continuing classes, not because he needed it but because he had had enough of being singled out. Attending class would be normal for him and that's why he was enrolled in all the classes you needed for Auror training. He might have wished to give up potions but it was required. Harry supposed though that since he'd put up with Snape over summer, he could put up with him in class. If nothing else he could watch his servants in action.

And so that's why Harry was now waiting on Platform 9 and 3/4's as the Aurors ran some final security checks. If he was attending Hogwarts this year then he was going to enjoy the fun stuff as well and the train ride would be safe enough.

After the months of summer he wanted to see his friends again too. They'd written but letters weren't really the same and he needed to see them. It was all he could do to keep from running out to the Muggle side to meet them at the front of the station.

"Relax Harry," Remus said with a smile laying one hand lightly on the boys shoulder. "It is early yet and they will be here," he added the reassurance.

"I know but I want to see them."

The werewolf chuckled. It was at times like this that you forgot Harry's power and saw him only as the eager adolescent waiting for his friends. This was the young man he was meant to be; open, happy and joyful. And then he made the switch, turning to look at him with eyes that were old.

"Thank you for everything, Mooney," Harry said, his voice soft with sincerity but laced with power. He wasn't given thanks for Remus' presence now either.

"I haven't done anything yet," Lupin replied. The full moon was in a day or so, and the Gathering was after that. He'd actually avoided speaking with Harry about that since that would just make the tangled mess that was the current arrangement that much more complicated. That kept a level of professionalism and distance.

"You will," Harry said confidently. "And you already have," he added, referring this time to the lessons Remus had supplied over summer. Combat theory, practical dualing, operational planning, survival techniques and tips and some classic sword work. A lot of Lupin's skills were born of necessity and that made him the better teacher. While he had no formal Auror training, on account of his furry little problem, most of the older Aurors and Order Members recognised his skill. There had been no objections to his teaching.

"If you can thank me for that," Remus said his own voice formal but quiet enough not to carry, "I can thank you for what you have also done."

"I have done anything yet," Harry replied.

"You will," Lupin said and they both laughed, the formal air vanishing with the mirth and to the first arrivals they looked like a father and son laughing at some shared joke.

"Later," Harry mouthed to Remus when a moment later, miraculously early a pile of red heads appeared through the barrier. There was a moment of relative silence before a cacophony of happy shouts; shouts that were soon muffled by hugs. It appeared that almost the entire clan had come to see their two youngest off.

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Harry had a moment to take in all the redheads before he was engulfed in a huge bear hug.

"Harry!" Ron shouted happily, pounding his back. "It's so good to see you," the young man said as the rest of his family approached more sedately but all had pleased expressions. Mrs Weasley stepped up to him, shooing Ron away as she looked Harry over closely.

"Being at Hogwarts agreed with you," she murmured as she pulled him into a hug, which Harry returned though after a moment he gasped. "I need my ribs!"

The others all laughed as Mrs Weasley released him. Fred and George held their hands out to him and Harry shook them simultaneously before he turned and smiled at Ginny. She was obviously trying not to impinge upon his space and he saw her face fall slightly as she interpreted the smile as one of friendship only.

"I missed you," Harry said softly.

Ginny's eyes widened slightly before she returned his smile. "I missed you too," she replied carefully, her voice soft yet firm.

Inner Harry was pleased he hadn't been too familiar with her but then his other self reached out a hand, taking Ginny's subtly but with care. The girls expression changed from well hidden disappointment to barely contained elation in an instant. Inner Harry snarled soundlessly but his shell self just continued talking with Ron, the Twins and Mr and Mrs Weasley as if nothing was amiss.

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Dumbledore and Xeoaph watched as their weapon met his friends for the first time this school year. They did miss any nuance of Harry's reactions and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled wildly as he watched Harry reach out to take the young Miss Weasley's hand.

Fawkes had been right it appeared. Harry did know love but he also knew how dangerous it could be to be advertising his feelings and he also knew discretion. Beside him the Headmaster heard a soft breath of realise. Apparently the vampires had been worried about something as well but whatever he'd seen had been sufficient to at least calm some fears.

"He would not have been inducted into the Order if he did not have the capacity to love," Dumbledore murmured to his ally. "But young Harry knows more than just the capacity," he finished.

Xeoaph looked at the old wizard sharply, his thoughts hidden. "All humans have the capacity," the vampire elder agreed. "But I have yet to see proof of his love. This is a start but I am wary. And will remain that way until it is proven otherwise. We cannot afford to be wrong."

Dumbledore said nothing. In due course, despite the death of Xeoaph's childe, and the shadows attack, the vampire elder would see that Harry was true to the Light. Fawkes had looked into his soul and had felt the blinding purity of the emotion. Albus had looked into Harry's eyes and seen the strength of desire. Harry was of the light and he would be their weapon. The fact that he could still love and laugh and cry with friends, the fact that he had friends and not minions was just further proof and for the ancient wizard it was a source of relief. Harry had all that, which meant he had a reason for living and a reason to continue when things got difficult. Miss Granger had expressed her desire to help and Dumbledore suppressed a smile as the young witch appeared. The young muggle born would have her chance to help though it may not be as easy as she thought. Even so, her presence, like that of Mr Weasley and Miss Weasley may in the end, tip the balance.

Tom understood rage, he understood lust and he had a vague understanding of friendship but only in so far as one could use another. But Tom absolutely could not comprehend love. And that would be his downfall, just as it had been those years ago. This time though, his death would be permanent.

The Headmaster looked around the platform watching as others greeted their friends under their parents watchful eyes and loaded their trunks on to the train. There was a boundless joy in some, nerves from the first years and a few odd patches of solitude, grief and loneliness. Albus' eyes hardened for a moment as he took them in. With Tom's strike and subsequent activity over the summer and Lucius' Rebellion, the Ministry had been forced to step in to provide guardians for some of the children who just didn't have a family who could take them in. Usually magical children were more than welcome with other family but there had been too many losses and in some cases whole branches of some clans had been entirely wiped out. There were too few familial ties remaining or too many factions who just didn't want to associate themselves with another.

And thus the Ministry had stepped in. Children below Hogwarts age were formally adopted out to any wizarding line who would take them, while those of Hogwarts age were given a guardian, someone who on a part time basis oversaw their needs and kept them from too much trouble. These children now lived in a boarding house like arrangement where meals were provided. It was up to the individual guardian to ensure clothes and school supplies were purchased. Most of the funding for this came from the inheritance of the children.

It had been a near thing with the vote in the Wizengamot but it had been decided that the cost of the orphans care would come from a percent of their inheritance. One percent for every year they remained in the Ministry's boarding houses. The precedent had of course been set by Hogwart's because that was a long standing tradition that tuition fees were paid for by the estates of those that could afford it.

Mr Potter was a prime example. His yearly fees were duly deducted from the familial vaults of the Potter clan as soon as Mr Potter attended the first class of the year. In the case of those children who had no inheritance, the Ministry had decided on a low interest loan system whereby once the child reached maturity a portion of their wages would be deducted and paid to the Ministry for the cost of their room and board. Of course should a relative or interested family come forth and adopt one of the orphans then the deductions or amount to be repaid would cease. It was one of those systems no one really liked but everyone knew was necessary and so far it had worked acceptably but time would tell.

Some of the border children were happily conversing with friends but others were isolated. Dumbledore recognised some as the offspring of Death Eaters loyal to Tom, some not. He would have to make an effort to reach out to these children this year to show them that there was a choice and that they did not have to follow in their parents footsteps. As he noted some faces, the Headmaster looked around for another face. It took a moment for him to find the one he was looking for.

Mr Malfoy was not isolated. He stood with a small group of friends talking and laughing as per usual. Their parents chatted nearby and Dumbledore wondered what they were plotting. If he was honest with himself he had been expecting one of two outcomes for Lucius' wife and son. The first was their execution on Tom's orders and the second was them just disappearing. With the later disappearing in servitude or execution was much of a muchness. Neither option had happened yet and that was somewhat curious. The old wizard doubted they could have or even would have paid off Tom since even if not directly involved Narcissa and Draco must have had some hand in Lucius' plans. Yet they were both here as if nothing was wrong. He would give them both full credit for blatant blazonism if nothing else but Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder how they had managed this feat and what action, if any, Harry would take this year. Despite urging the boy had not yet spoken about the attack but the perpetrators were obvious. Nothing could be done until or unless Harry at least started the proceedings. The Gryffindor had been told of this, numerous times but had yet to speak.

Beside him Xeoaph chuckled noticing his regard. "I'm pleased to see the Malfoys," the vampire said, "though I am also amused."

"Oh?"

The elder vampire gestured. "Their appearance, the fiction that all is well, when it is most definitely not. They are not stupid enough to believe that they can continue as they have been or that they can return to the Dark Lord's fold yet they gave that appearance. They are playing another game."

"They are continuing what Lucius began?" Dumbledore asked with a note of genuine surprise colouring his tone.

"I do believe they are going to try," Xeoaph replied.

"We must put a stop to that," Albus frowned. "Another force will just confuse the issue."

"Perhaps, but another force would weaken the Dark Lord so for the moment, I suggest we leave them be, leave them to see what annoyance they will provide to the other dark forces. They won't win," Xeoaph said confidently. "They don't have the strength, but they may prove a sufficient thorn, that will at least give us an advantage. Make no mistake, Dumbledore, they are a distraction. The Dark Lord is the real threat and everything must be geared to removing him."

Albus nodded. "We will watch them but we must not become distracted by them and care must be taken to ensure they no longer affect Harry. I know who did it, I know who arranged it, but nothing can be done until Harry gives the word and thus they must be separated for the moment, from him and from others."

"Yet you are allowing this journey," the vampire gestured.

"I am, because I have no wish to segregate Harry further from wizarding society."

Xeoaph nodded. As usual necessity warred with necessity and the most economical reality won. "I could always deal with them," he murmured, watching as the children boarded the train, waving frantically at those they'd be seeing in a mere six months. Mortals were so... transient.

Dumbledore smiled, though his smile displayed his resignation. As tempting as it was to let the vampire go with his suggestion they both knew that such an action would be disastrous to their alliance. The press would just scream about it, ignoring what the perpetrators had done and that would just fracture wizarding society, igniting the traditional anger towards anything non human and it would probably also further spur on those who believed that halflings should not be allowed into society. No... no matter how neatly it might resolve the situation, the Headmaster could not go with the vampires suggestion.

The Leader of the Light and one of the ancient elder vampires went back to watching as the students continued to board the Hogwart's Express. So far everything was quite but they both know how fast the tide could change.

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