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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297666 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 52

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

“All we have to do is visit the infirmary then we'll go back to the room so you can rest,” Sirius told his godson as he helped him up the stairs. Right now, they were making the normal rounds Harry did every day. Unlike most times, Harry didn't have his notepad with him. It was all just to show he was still there. So far, the reaction had been stunned astonishment from those that they encountered. That and many deep bows. The respect Harry had earned by stepping in front of Voldemort wasn't something Sirius had expected. He knew Harry had already earned a great deal of respect from what he could do, thanks to Voldemort's teachings, and the relationship. This, though, was hard to wrap his head around. He supposed that had more to do with realizing how loyal some of those were to Voldemort. In the past, he had seen it more like so many others had; that it was a means to an end or a grab for power of some kind. This proved otherwise. That was hard to understand for him, honestly. He was working with it though and trying to deal from there.
Right now, he wished he could get with Remus to sit down and talk all this out. His old friend always had a perspective on matters he didn't. What he wanted was to hear that from him on the topic because, honestly, Sirius was now leaning in this direction when it came to matters dealing with the war. He didn't like what Voldemort did, or some of what his godson was apt to do for him, and the relationship between the two was something that still made him very uncomfortable, but he could understand why they were doing it in a way he never thought he could. That bothered him. This whole mess as so much easier when the world was black and white with a right and wrong.
Thinking about that as he helped Harry with the stairs, feeling his godson lean heavily on him, knowing this was taking more effort than Harry would admit to, he wondered if there was a way to get in touch with Remus so they could talk. However, he knew it was best if he didn't try that. After all, it would lead to all kinds of problems for both of them and the risk of getting caught was too high. No, he would just work this out on his own and go from there.
Finally reaching the top, he felt Harry lean heavily on him as they stood there. Quietly, he said, “We'll stay here a minute so you can catch your breath before we go on,” Sirius told him softly, keeping a wary eye out. Feeling Harry nod, he asked, “You doing alright with the pain part or do you want to grab something for it while we're here?”
“I'm good,” Harry told him softly, panting slightly as he did. He wasn't feeling the greatest still, that was for damned sure, and was fuzzy as hell, though that was improving, but he could manage, and would. That's all there was to it. There was so much riding on what he did that he couldn't falter or allow himself the luxury of just resting. He would be back in shape as fast as he could manage to take back over where he had to. That's all there was to it.
“Alright,” Sirius told him with a nod and sigh. He knew what this was when it came to Harry, but he also knew that it was futile to argue with him either. The best he could do was support him and help. That he would do.
After a couple minutes, when his breathing returned to normal, Harry straightened up and said, “Let's do this.”
“Gotcha. Just a quick check around then we'll grab Cissy and let her do that voodoo whatever it is on you,” Sirius said, nodding.
Snickering at that description, Harry nodded. Hand on Sirius' shoulder, he allowed himself to be led into the infirmary.

Seeing Lord Raidodamort coming their way with Titus, Bella stood up and bowed to him, eyes locked on the man. Though it was astounding to see him up and about, despite the fact that they all had heard he survived the Killing Curse, she was now going to treat him with the utmost respect. Whatever doubts she may have had about his loyalties and position, they were gone with that one act. The man had to know what that curse was and the fact it should have killed him, but he stepped in front of it anyway to save their Lord. That was enough for her.
Looking warily at the deranged Bella, Sirius nodded to his cousin, but said nothing. She was one you definitely had to keep an eye on as you never knew what might set her off.
Giving a nod to Bella, Harry looked at Narcissa and asked, politely, “That project you're helping with when it comes to me—can you meet us in a half an hour so we can start working on it?”
Getting the inference about the makeup, Narcissa nodded, “Of course, Lord Raidodamort! I'll meet you there. Are you sure you're up to it?”
“I'll be fine,” Harry told her with a smile. “The sooner we start with it, the better I'm going to be at learning.”
“I understand and will do what I can,” Narcissa told him with a genial smile and nod, hands clasped in front of her.
Nodding, he told her, “We'll be off then. Meet me in a half an hour.” Sighing, he let Sirius lead him away.
Once the two passed out the doors of the infirmary, Narcissa told her sister, “He is so polite and dedicated.”
“He is,” Bella agreed, looking towards the direction where the two had left. “What do you know of this Titus? If our Lord assigned him as a bodyguard, he has to be loyal.”
“Titus would do anything in the world for Lord Raidodamort,” Narcissa told her honestly.
Taking that in, Bella nodded slowly, thinking it over. She supposed, as their Lord was proven right about Raidodamort, Titus would be as well so she would give him the benefit of the doubt and move on from there. Shaking her head, she wondered aloud, “I wonder why Wormtail thought this whole mess was a good idea.”
“With that—creature? Who knows!” Narcissa sighed, shaking her head. “He served a purpose at one point, from my understanding, but has long outlived any usefulness, at least in my opinion.”
Grinning manically, Bella laughed, “I imagine that he's not long for living anything right now. Our Lord will see to that!”
“I do agree there,” Narcissa told her. Putting a hand on her sister's arm, she had her sit down then tried to calm her. Bella could get rather—enthusiastic about such matters and she didn't want her to go overboard right now.

Sitting in a chair by the bed without his shirt, Harry was waiting for Narcissa to begin. Because he had to do this himself and learn what to apply when, they had a mirror there so he could watch what she did that way. Looking at the burn, he shook his head, brow furrowed. Yeah, it looked like the Hallows symbol, that's for sure. He needed to remember to go talk to the paintings about this at some point. They might know something he could use or had information they needed.
Setting everything out, Narcissa fussed over the young man then asked, quietly, “Are you sure you're ready to try this? It still looks oh so painful.”
Sighing, Harry nodded, “I'm sure. It's going to take time to learn this. So, we need to start now.”
Looking at the still inflamed mark, Narcissa shook her head then said, softly, “Alright. If it hurts too much, we'll stop. How about this—let me just apply it this time and you watch. Tomorrow I'll start walking you through the steps of just what to do. That way you'll have a foundation to go on when we start.”
“Alright,” Harry told her.
“I'll be as gentle as I can, I promise,” Narcissa told him taking her wand out and seating herself by him so he had a clear view of the mirror. Gently, she began to apply the first layer, softly telling him what she was doing and the spells used.
Gritting his teeth against the pain it was causing, Harry's eyes locked on the mirror, paying close attention to what she was doing. When she started to work on the sides, he let out a snorting laugh then grinned, “Sirius was right; that tickles.”
Sitting in a chair to the side, sipping a drink, Sirius laughed, “I warned you!”
Smiling a little, Narcissa worked on smoothing down the edges then said, “Well, I can see how it would, I guess. If you're ticklish, that is.” Looking at the young man, seeing his brow beaded with sweat, she asked, gently, “Are you alright?”
“I'll make it through. We'll only do it once though,” Harry told her, gritting his teeth once more.
“Once this is on, it shouldn't hurt as badly as it's used to protect the wound,” she explained. While smoothing it down, she thought it over. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to say to the young man seated here. What did you say to someone that took the Killing Curse for their Lord and ended up badly injured over it? That she didn't know. She was also off-kilter as to who this was she was working on. All along, she had thought of Harry one way, but was now having to think of him in another. That was hard to deal with. It was also confusing as to just what to talk to him about. Lord Raidodamort had been unfailingly polite to her since they had met, despite the past history that she now knew. It was so odd. Quietly, as she worked, she said, “Draco has decided that he does like you.”
Grinning a little, trying not to flinch as what she was doing pulled on the raw tissue still, he told her, “He's good with me. We talk quite a bit now, at least when no one can see us.”
“That's good.” She told him, not sure what else to say on the topic.
Glancing at Sirius, Harry slumped slightly when she finished putting the protection on the wound. He then asked, “Is Bella doing better?”
“She's definitely in better shape than she was,” Narcissa confirmed with a nod, examining the work to make sure it was on there good. “She seems more stable anyway and is in more control than she was. The frustration is still a problem, but that should work itself out soon enough.”
“It should. Just some more practice is all. When Barty gets back, he can help her as well.” Harry told her, looking down at what she had done.
“I think you could as well. You and Titus. She'll listen now I believe,” Narcissa told him with a smile. “Obviously, she doesn't know who you both are, but she will.”
“We might do that,” Harry told her, eying the jars she was picking up, making sure to read the labels on them. “Just not for a few more days yet,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“Yes, you need to heal before you even think to attempt that kind of thing,” she told him using the voice she always employed with Draco.
Snorting, Sirius said, “Yeah, she's going to go all mother hen on you now, Harry. Watch out.”
“Hush, you,” Narcissa told her cousin, smiling a little. “A little mother henning never hurt anyone. Especially when they're hurting.”
Grinning a little, Harry said, “Yeah, I do. I know that.”
Leaning back, examining what she had done, Narcissa nodded then told him, “That's the worst I think. The rest shouldn't hurt as this part is supposed to protect the burn.”
“I hope so,” Harry said, looking down at it.
“It tickles worse though,” Sirius told him with a grin, crossing his legs and leaning back.
“Oh, hush,” Narcissa huffed, shaking her head. “It's the complicated part though as the makeup has to go on in certain ways. We'll work on that as it comes.” Slowly, she began to apply it, explaining what she was doing and using.

Sitting in his cell, Peter had his head buried in his arms that were resting on his bent knees. His mind was all over the place as would be expected. Mostly, he was trying to focus on a way to get himself out of the mess he was in. There was nothing, though, that he knew. The more elaborate the schemes he came up with, the more desperate he became about it. Right now, the only thing he was thinking about was dying. That was going to be the only out here as far as he could tell. There was no chance of escape as the only creatures that came down here were elves. There was no way to get one of them to let him out or trick them. No, death was it. How to do that was the question though. He couldn’t think of anything.
Hearing the door open at the end of the hall, he didn't look up. Honestly? He didn't want to know who was coming. His time was limited, he knew that, and, for all he knew, this was the end. That he couldn't face right now. Yes, he was a coward, he would admit that to himself, and the thought of knowing his end was minutes away was something he couldn't handle. So, he planned to keep himself in the dark as long as he could.
Stepping in front of the cell of his 'old friend' Sirius glowered at the man. The urge to reach through the bars and rip him to shreds was there, but he didn't. Instead, he just said, voice quiet, but his tone deadly, “Still a worthless waste of space, I see. You never could do anything right.”
Shivering, Peter refused to look at Sirius, fighting off a whimper.
“First, you frame me. Then you can't face up to that. Now you've tried to kill me. You failed, Wormtail. Just like you always did in school. Had to try to pull something cowardly to make yourself look good. This was just another example of that.” Glaring at the man, Sirius shook his head then added. “This time, though, you'll pay for it. And so much else I bet.”
Shaking his head, Peter said nothing, not lifting his head.
“Why? Why did you even try something so stupid?” Sirius asked, genuinely curious.
Still shaking his head, Peter kept his head down, body trembling.
“Don't bother, Black, we'll get it out of him,” Voldemort said, coming up to the cell with Harry leaning on him.
Stepping back, Sirius kept his eyes locked on Peter then leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. He wasn't sure he wanted to see this, honestly, but he wanted to know why. And he wanted to hear it from Peter's mouth. Grinning slightly, the kind that almost looked like something Bella would come across with, he told his old friend, smoothly, “It would have been easier on you to answer me. You never were smart enough to take the best way out of something.”
Not liking the sound of that, Peter couldn't hold back the whimper and lifted his head. His eyes immediately went to his Lord and stiffened when he saw Harry standing by him. That wasn't good. He had, of course, heard Harry lived through it again, but this was the first true confirmation of that. Harry was just as bad as their Lord when it came to such matters. Add in what he had done and the past—oh, this was very bad. “I'm sorry,” he managed to squeak out in a quivering voice. Shaking his head, he knew that meant nothing. Harry—oh, this was going to be bad.
Glaring at the rat, Harry said nothing, fingering his wand. Before they left, though, he was going to know exactly why the idiot had pulled this stunt. That's for damned sure. He might not be up to getting it all himself, but he wanted to be here when it was said. Looking at Sirius, he said, quietly, “If you want to wait outside, you can. It's up to you.”
“That might be best,” Voldemort told Black without looking at him, eyes locked on the quivering traitor.
Thinking that over, Sirius nodded then said, “I believe I will. If you need me, yell.” Seeing them nod, he pushed off the wall and started to walk away. Stopping, he looked over his shoulder at Peter then said, quietly, “I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.” With that, he walked out, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“Now, what do you say we find out why you did this, Wormtail,” Voldemort said smoothly, raising his wand, training it on the man.
Eyes filling with tears, Peter began to stammer then talk, though he knew it wouldn't stop the pain that was coming.

“I told you it would make no sense,” Sirius told both Harry and Voldemort. Shifting in his chair in the man's study, he sipped his drink, shaking his head.
“The man is a moron,” Tom said, sighing. “Why he ever thought that would work to gain favor is beyond me.”
“Because a flobberworm has more common sense,” Sirius snorted, shaking his head. Looking at Harry, he sighed, “I mean, really, anyone would realize this would just make matters worse.”
“He'll get his. It doesn’t matter,” Harry told him quietly, shutting his eyes and leaning back in his chair. The magic he used on Wormtail to exact some revenge tired him out. Now all he wanted to do was go to bed and sleep.
Looking between the two, Sirius asked, cautiously, “Do I want to know?”
“It's called poetic justice. Just what I wanted done with him the third year.” Harry told him with a grin, not opening his eyes. “A Dementor. That's what he almost sentenced you to, so it's only fair he gets it.”
“That's not to say there won't be pain first,” Voldemort added quietly. “I want to make damned sure everyone knows you try that foolish stunt, you're going to pay.”
Looking between the two, Sirius thought it over then nodded slowly. This he could handle. “Good idea,” he said, quietly.
“We'll keep him here when it's done then get him into the hands of the Ministry when we can so we can try to get you freed. Now—it's not a good time for that. It'll come though,” Voldemort added quietly, looking at the man.
That Sirius did like. “That works,” he said softly, looking between the two.
“I want you there when we do it,” Tom told Black, looking at him. “You were the intended victim. That's to be made clear. I don't want anything to seem off if you aren't.”
“No problem, I'll manage,” Sirius said quietly. Though he wasn't sure if he could handle the pain part, whatever that might entail, he could the rest.
“We'll be safe from the Dementors. Tom has an alliance with them. My Patronus will hold off the effects from them just fine.” Harry added quietly, opening his eyes and looking at Sirius.
“I can handle it,” Sirius said, looking at him. “Don't like the damned things, for obvious reasons, but I'll manage.”
“You and me, both,” Harry chuckled, shaking his head.
“When? Or don't you know?” Sirius asked, wanting some time to prepare himself for this.
“After Harry goes back to school. That way we're sure he'll be up to it. Plus, it'll give the rat some time to stew on what we are planning for him,” Voldemort told him quietly. He was sure that the only reason his lover was still awake right now was the euphoric feeling that he got from the Dark magic he had cast and was around during the questioning session. No, he wanted Harry back close to normal before they did this.
Nodding, Sirius looked at his godson, who appeared to be falling asleep. Quietly, he suggested, “You might want to get to bed, Harry. You look like you're ready to drop.”
“I'm halfway asleep already,” Harry admitted with a chuckle.
Snorting, a grin turning up the corners of his lipless mouth, Tom said, “I think we all noticed that. Let Black help you upstairs. When I finish, I'll join you. Get some rest. You're still recovering.”
“Alright,” Harry sighed, opening his eyes again and sitting up.
Downing the last of his drink, Sirius stood then went over to his godson, “C'mon, Harry, let's get you to bed. You have to be a test subject on tickle torture again tomorrow. Among other things.”

Letting Sirius help him stand as he was feeling shaky, Harry laughed a little, “Yeah, that did tickle.”

“See? I told you it did,” Sirius said, helping Harry walk towards the door. “Cissy enjoyed doing it way too much, too. She's sadistic like that.”
Watching the two go, Tom shook his head. With a sigh, he looked at all the things on his desk then stiffened up and dove back in. It wouldn't do to get behind after all.
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