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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297906 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter 50

Beta'd by Tenchi (love you, woman!)

Sitting in his chair after about the third go 'round with the makeup, something Narcissa thought she finally had down well enough to teach Harry, Sirius was looking at the notes she handed him, listening to her explain what was there. As he was reading them, he kept glancing at his godson who was once more asleep, chills dancing down his spine. It wasn't the kind of chills from being afraid or anything, more like that he was 'getting' what the prophecy was going for and was dead certain it meant Harry. That was rather unnerving to him in some ways. Shaking his head, trying to push that aside so that he didn't miss something, he tuned back in to what Cissy was saying.
Handing over some more notes, Narcissa told him, “I took it upon myself to research a little more into this beyond the prophecy part to see what I could find. As Lucius' father had a treasure trove of books on the Hallows, and the search for them, I was able to come up with all kinds of things. Now, I know that the Hallows are just a children's fable, something to give a moral lesson, but from what I was able to wade through with the books, there are plenty of things mentioned that seem to indicate they are actual real objects.”
“Really?” Sirius asked, looking at her, brow furrowed. “What kind of objects?”
“Well, the wand was the easiest one to trace,” Narcissa explained to him. “There is actual history there where you can trace it from person to person. Even those that make wands for a living talk about the Death Stick. I wasn't able to trace it through more modern times, mind you, but up until the last century I could. Then it somehow vanished. I haven't gotten a lead on it after a certain point.”
Nodding, Sirius then asked, “What about the other two? Any idea what the objects are?”
“Well, that's the tricky part,” Narcissa told him with a sigh. “I've found several things mentioned that people purport are the Hallows. There are two that seem to come up more often than the others. One is a ring, something called the Resurrection Stone, and the other is an invisibility cloak. Honestly, I don't know if those are the real thing or not, I really don't, they are just mentioned more than the rest. One book even listed the family line they were passed through,” she told him, passing him a copy of that to go with the rest.
Though glancing at that, Sirius didn't pay much attention to it as genealogy always lost him and held no interest. Putting it aside with the rest he was going to hand over, he asked, “Any way to trace the things to see if they are real?”
“Not that I've found,” Narcissa sighed, shaking her head. Looking down, she thought it over then looked at her cousin. Lowering her voice and plucking at her robes nervously, she said, “To me? It sounds like they are real. Some of what I found, the sources are listed on the parchments, really seem to know what they are talking about and seem legitimate. I just don't know how to go about proving it is all.” Stopping, she shrugged. “It'll be up to our Lord to see if he wants more. If he does, I'm not sure where to look for it. I've exhausted our library and what he picked up for that. However, you may want to mention that there is, supposedly, another prophecy out there about the Lord of Death and the Dark Lord. That's not something I've been able to trace either. There was only a small blurb about it in a couple books. Those I noted.”
“I'll say something,” Sirius told her with a bare nod, tone distracted as he read through some of what was there.
Glancing at the young man sleeping on the bed, Narcissa sighed, not sure what to say about what she was thinking. Sirius, though apparently here to help Harry, might not take what she was thinking well.
Continuing to read, brow furrowed, Sirius kept glancing at his godson, more and more certain that what was being referred to here was Harry. He wasn't sure how he felt about that nor what to say. After a couple minutes, he cleared his throat nervously then said, “I'll pass it along and he can get with you if he needs anything else.”
“Tell him to let me know what he wants me to do,” Narcissa said with a smile. Lowering her voice, she added, “I don't mind doing this. It's rather interesting and I've learned all kind of interesting facts looking up topics for him.”
“This stuff was always interesting,” Sirius said, flapping the parchments slightly. “I had a thing for reading about it in school.” Stopping, his brow furrowing, he added, quietly, “I just never knew it might all be real. I mean—well, some professed it, but what you put together here seems to lean it more that way than anything I ever read on the topic.”
“I know,” Narcissa told him softly. “I always just thought it was a bunch of codswallop myself. At least until I started reading on it for this.” Sighing, she shook her head. Straightening up, she said, “I'll leave that with you and go check on Bella. If you need me, have an elf come and say something.” Seeing him nod as he looked through some of what was there, she stood and made her way to the infirmary once more.
Nodding as she left, Sirius kept reading, glancing at Harry as he did. This—he wasn't sure what to feel about it. For the first time in a very long while, he wished he had Remus around to talk it out with. Sometimes his old friend could see things he couldn't when it came to more complicated stuff. In this case, it was that and he wanted confirmation that what he was reading and seeing fit. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and set the parchments aside then looked at Harry, shaking his head. What a right mess!

Sitting down in his cell, Peter didn't know what to do. He had failed, spectacularly. If that wasn't bad enough, being made to stew about what might be coming was the worst form of torture known to man. This—it was bad, very bad. As anyone would expect, he was trying to find a way out of this mess, but couldn't seem to manage it. All his mind kept coming back to was the fact that he was in for a world of hurt before he would be allowed to die.
Rubbing his face with a shaking hand, he then looked around for probably the millionth time to see if there was a way out of his cell. As had happened all the other times, he couldn't see one. Lord Voldemort had ensured that he couldn't escape or even transform into his animagus form to try that way. No, he was stuck here until the time came for him to be 'dealt' with. That had him shaking worse. Lord Voldemort was bad enough when it came to such things, he knew that, having seen plenty over his time serving the man. This—oh, Merlin, this was going to be bad. And Harry? Harry was no slouch in getting revenge either, that he realized by now. In fact, Harry was just as bad as Lord Voldemort in that area. Maybe, just maybe, because of his parents, when it would come to him, it would be even worse. He didn't even want to think what Harry might do to him. The fact that you could tell that Harry loved the feeling of the dark magic when he used it was enough to make anyone wary of crossing him. Something like this? Oh, he would suffer plenty. He didn't even want to think about adding Sirius into the mix. He wasn't sure what all was going on with that end of things, but Sirius would have no problem exacting retribution for what happened to Harry. Oh, he was in real trouble.
Pulling his hand away after wiping the sweat that was beading his brow, he looked at his hand, a plan beginning to form. It wasn't a way to free himself, but it would stave off the nightmare that was to come if it worked. Sighing, shutting his eyes, trembling violently, he tried to decide what he should do here. As his options were limited, he didn't have much of a choice. It just came down to courage, something he knew he lacked. This time, though, he thought he better build up a whole lot of it or he was going to pay in a way that was worse than he could probably imagine.

Sitting at his desk, Voldemort was plowing through a ton of reports that seemed to have gathered and reproduced, leaving him far behind in what he had to do. With all that was going on, he knew things had backed up slightly, but hadn't realized it was this bad. No, he needed to catch up and deal with what was here, despite the fact that he didn't want to, preferring to go sit with Harry until he was certain his young man was well on the way to being back to normal. Sighing, rubbing his eyes, he read through some of the reports from those he had in the Ministry about legislation that was coming up.
Just as he was finishing one report, tossing it into the pile of things he needed to deal with and get with contacts over, one of the elves popped up in a complete panic. Looking at the creature, he asked, “What?”
“Wormy! He's tried to kill himself! We need help Master!” The creature squeaked, eyes bulging.
Oh hell no, the vile man was not going to get off that easily! Standing, Tom made his way to the dungeons as fast as he could. Nothing, nowhere, was going to stave off the revenge he would get over this mess!
Stepping up to the cell that held the despicable man, Tom folded his arms over his chest and glared at Pettigrew. It appeared, from what he was seeing, the coward had tried chewing through his own wrists. Luckily, he had the forethought to ensure the elves were keeping an eye on him so he couldn't manage something moronic. Sneering, he said, listening to the rat sob, “If you think you're going to get off that easily, Wormtail, you're sadly mistaken! I will ensure that you get a full measure of what is due to you, at Harry's hands.”
Sobbing, rocking back and forth, Peter stammered, “My Lord, forgive me. It wasn't you or Harry I was aiming for. I never intended to hurt either of you.”
“I don't care,” Voldemort snapped coldly. “Whatever foolish stunt you had in mind backfired and you will now pay. Expect plenty of retribution from Harry, Wormtail.” Though he wanted to find out just what the idiot had in mind when it came to this stunt, he didn't. He would wait until it was time for payback to hear that. Shooting the vile man a dark look, he hissed, “Don't try again, Wormtail. The elves are keeping an eye on you. I will know in seconds if you do and they will put a stop to it.” Hearing louder sobs, he turned and stalked out, shaking his head, hissing angrily. Oh no, payment was coming and Wormtail was not going to get off that easily!

Though there was plenty of work waiting for him in his office, after coming back from the dungeons he couldn't face it right away. Instead, he decided to go check on Harry.
Stepping into the room, he saw Black helping the young man sit up and lean against the headboard. From the look on Harry's face, he had probably just woken. Good.
Looking at who entered, Sirius said, “I was just getting ready to call an elf to get you. He just came around.”
Understanding, Tom gave a brief nod then came over and sat down on the edge of the bed by his lover. Schooling his voice into something softer than normal, he asked, “Doing any better, Harry?”
Shaking his head, trying to get rid of the disorientation that seemed to be clouding everything, Harry gave an aggravated huff then said, “So fuzzy!” That didn't fully describe what was there, but it was the best he could manage to articulate it. It felt like his brains were scrambled in some way and everything was off kilter.
Reaching out and putting a hand on his lover's head, Tom gave his hair a gentle tug, something he knew Harry adored then said, “Give it a couple days and you should be better. For now, just relax and sleep. That should help.”
Smiling a little when his hair was pulled, Harry rubbed his eyes and sighed. He knew there was so much to do and so many things he had to take care of that taking time off just wasn't an option at this point. However, there was no way to do any of them with the shape he was in. That meant there were probably problems, big ones. Looking at Tom, he wanted to ask about that, but found it hard to formulate how to go about it. Letting out a frustrated snarl, he shook his head and huffed again, trying to cross his arms over his chest. All that managed to do was cause him pain, something that made him hiss. “Hurts!” He muttered, shaking.
“I know,” Tom sighed. “Don't touch your chest.” Looking at Black, he asked, “Do you know how much longer before they put the cream on again?”
Shaking his head, Sirius said, “I don't. Want me to go check? Or see about getting him something?”
“Do that,” Tom told him firmly with a nod. Seeing Black nod back then take off out of the room, he looked at Harry then told him, “Don't get frustrated. Just let it work itself out. It'll happen. I have everything under control for now. You rest and recover.”
Rubbing his eyes again, Harry sighed. Trying to sort through all the things he knew about what happened, though those seemed to be confused with some of the strange dreams that seemed to be bombarding him when he slept, he finally asked, “Wormtail?”
“He is in the dungeons,” Tom told him firmly. “We'll deal with him when you're better. I'll let you handle it. There is a plan in place that I have, but you will execute it.”
Processing that the best he could, Harry gave a brief nod. Looking at his lover, trying to focus on his face, he asked, “Why?”
“That we don't know, Harry,” Tom told him honestly. “We'll find out though. That part is just going to wait until you're up to it. Let him stew until then.”
Sighing, taking that in, Harry looked at Tom, not sure what to say or ask. Everything was rather jumbled together so he didn't know how to formulate what to ask in a coherent order.
Quietly, Tom explained what was going on simply. He wasn't sure how much Harry would remember later or if he would understand it completely now, but he was going to keep him up to date. He figured that he would probably have to do it again later as well, but it was something he thought the young man would ask about if he were able.
Following along the best he could, Harry nodded, brow furrowed. Glancing down at his chest, though he couldn't see it, he shook his head. That made no sense to him. He thought that was one of those things that Tom was going to have to explain more when he was 'with it' again. When Tom finished, he leaned his head back against the headboard and sighed. Quietly, he said, “Thirsty.”
Calling an elf and sending the creature for something to drink, Tom then held the glass for Harry to sip at some juice. As unsteady as he seemed to be, he didn't want to chance him doing it on his own. After Harry drank his fill, he sat it aside then said, quietly, “I'll stay with you until you fall back to sleep.”
Liking that idea, Harry nodded and shut his eyes, sighing. He hoped the next time he woke up that things wouldn't be so confusing.

Sitting in the room with Black after Harry had gone back to sleep, Tom explained to the man what Wormtail had tried. Shaking his head, he said, “I should have expected him to take the coward's way out.”
“He always did,” Sirius said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair.
“The elves will keep a closer eye on him so he can't succeed even if he comes up with something else,” Tom told him firmly, looking at his sleeping lover.
Though Sirius wanted to ask what the man had planned for his 'old friend', he didn't. He was sure whatever it was would be something he wouldn't like. Instead, he reached out and snagged the parchments Cissy had left. Handing those over, he said, “She went through everything with me so I can explain it.” Quickly, he walked the man through the points she had raised. When he finished, his eyes darted to his sleeping godson then he said, quietly, “It's Harry. He's the Lord of Death. Every bit of this fits him.”
Lifting his eyes from what he was reading, Tom looked at his sleeping lover then to Black, not sure what to say. So far, from what he was reading, it did seem to. He wasn't sure what to say about it though. Putting a hand over his mouth, his eyes slid back to Harry and looked at him. Shaking his head, he finally said, “It does seem to.”
“Cissy seems to think the Hallows are real. She said she could trace the wand easily until a point. The others, she mentioned what they were,” Sirius imparted.
Looking at the man, Tom asked, “Harry told me you read about this some when you were younger. Did you ever come across some of this?”
“Some of it, yes,” Sirius nodded. “Much of what she did, never. I hadn't even heard of it.” Looking at the man, Sirius debated what to ask him. The look there seemed to be telling that Voldemort knew something about this. That left him in a quandary as to whether or not he wanted to know. Quietly, he added, “She came up with most of what I had read and plenty more.” Looking at him, he finally asked, “Are they real? You seem to know something here.”
“They are,” Tom told him simply, not elaborating as he began to read through what was there. Shaking his head, he sighed, not sure what to make of this. He also wasn't going to impart the information he did know to the man. However, he wanted to know about the wand. Narcissa had traced it very well and he wanted to know more. Harry had two of the Hallows in his possession. If he was the Lord of Death, he needed the third to do whatever it was to complete the prophecy. That meant they needed to start tracing the wand. Therein was the rub. He didn't know how. Thinking it over, he decided to get with a couple people that he knew who were up on wand lore that may have an idea of where to look for the thing.
Shaking his head, focusing back on the paper, he looked at the part about the other prophecy. “Did Narcissa say anything much about this other supposed prophecy or what it might say?” He asked, reading through what was there.
Imparting what he was told, Sirius then added that she was out of places to look. Staring at the man, he was beginning to think he really needed to know what was going on in order to protect his godson. He was just leery of whatever it may be he was going to learn was all, sure he wouldn’t like some of it. Quietly, he asked, “How much danger is Harry in? Aside from what he normally does.”
“A great deal,” Tom told him shortly. “And most of it has nothing to do with what he's involved in with me.”
“Merlin,” Sirius muttered, rubbing his eyes.
“He can protect himself,” Tom told him firmly. “He knows what he's doing and dealing with. We've got everything we can in place to protect him and I've ensured he knows how to defend himself better than most he would encounter. Trust him and what he knows.”
“Him—I know what Harry can do. It's not his end I'm worried about. It's the other with someone that's had years more experience plotting and planning that I'm worried about. Not to mention he knows his time is limited and is going to pull out things no one expects,” Sirius told him wearily, shaking his head. “Those kind—they are harder to deal with than anyone else because you can't plan for what they might do due to their desperation. In this case, it's even worse. He's had years to formulate what he's come up with. Harry's thrown him so far off the track that he has to be panicking. Panicked men do dangerous things.” Stopping, Sirius rubbed his eyes and looked at Harry, shaking his head.
“This we know,” Tom sighed, shaking his head. “We have everything in place we can to protect Harry. I have some in the school that will keep an eye out for him. When out of school, he's with me. With you around now, we have everything in place we can do. All we're waiting for is the old man to make a move. Right now, we know it's going to happen, just not when. When it does, we'll be ready. Just trust Harry. He knows what he's doing there. If he needs help, he'll get it from somewhere. He's not going to do anything foolish or reckless, thereby putting himself in danger. His days of doing those kinds of things are long over.”
“I know, I know,” Sirius sighed, shaking his head. “It's not his end I'm worried about.”
“We're working with what is there and ensuring the old man is off-kilter enough that he won't be able to pull off what he wants,” Tom told him. “Trust that. If we get even a hint that he's going to try something else, we have plenty we can throw at him to get him off the track.” Sitting up straight, leaning back, he said, “I'll ensure Harry is protected. Never fear.”
Taking that for what it was, Sirius nodded, glancing at Harry. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes, not sure what to do or what else could help. He just hoped that the two did have plans in place that anticipated as much as they could to keep Dumbledore off track enough that they could dance around until the man died.
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