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14/01/2012

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Weapon LVIII - Conversations Between Enemies and Friends

Voldemort walked down the corridors of his stronghold. He'd slept late, and after checking a few of his newly-freed Death Eaters, it occurred to him that he had been remiss in his duties. His healers assured him that his followers would recover, especially with the amount of potions they would be consuming. It would take some time before they would be effective in combat but he could hold out that long.

It would give him some free time to deal with issues he had ignored. He had invited several groups to be guests, and he had been neglecting them.

:You have been,: the shadows whispered to him. :But they are close to the Dementors so that has been sufficient for now.:

"But not enough," he replied. "Unfortunately, while I have the time now, I don't think that will continue. I'm going to need something more appropriate than the Dementors."

The Shadows chuckled. :We would like the purely Muggle ones moved as well. Kisha has been asking a few too many questions for our liking.:

"Oh?" he raised one eyebrow.

:She seeks proof that you and our Master are allied.:

"So she's asking the prisoners?"

:She's asking everyone she can... discretely, of course. She has the good taste to be discrete about it, and she's even trying to hide it from us.:

"She obviously needs more practice at that," the Dark Lord snorted.

:She thinks she has.:

A quick smile flashed across Voldemort's face. The Shadows were truly masters of the game.

"Where would you like them moved?"

:Put them in with the Dementor's prisoners,: the Shadows answered immediately.

"They won't eat them?"

:Not without permission they won't. And neither Shadow or serpent will give permission now, will we?: the Shadows laughed the question before they continued. :We have already instructed them not to answer the vampire's questions, but it would be good if you did, too.:

Voldemort nodded. He knew the Dementors were loyal to the dark first, they had said as much when they had questioned him on Azkaban, but since his beloved would never call them to his service, they would serve him as the Dark Lord.

"What are they doing with their own prisoners?"

:Making more Dementors.:

"Ah, so that's why they were so insistent on getting the bodies."

:Yes, that's why all Dementor Kissed victims, even Muggles, are taken by the Ministry. They do not want the Dementors coming back to finish the job.:

"Interesting and something I rather approve of, but unfortunately it does not deal with the prisoners I have."

:Those you are keeping for our Master are easy. You are a Legilimens, lock them into some appropriate memory, and stash the bodies with the Dementors. They will keep until our Master is ready, which will probably be soon. As for the traitors, we would suggest just killing them as they are not worth keeping.:

"I think I can do better than that for Lucius."

:True, but the others are good only as food.:

"What about their light?"

The shadows humphed dismissively, :Now that we have started to feed from our Master's light, their light is ... stale.:

One of the Dementors floated down the rather dark hallway to meet them at that point. Voldemort gave it the instructions, having it bring each of the Muggles before him, where he briefly rummaged around in what was left of their minds, trapping them in a circle of memories he provided. They would live what they had done to his beloved until they were released from it. The Dementors presence would take care of punishing their physical bodies.

:Not these four,: the shadows said suddenly as the final Muggle prisoners were brought before him. Voldemort vaguely recognised them as the Dursleys and the man who had been the one to suggest the entire thing to Vernon. The Dark Lord had discovered that he was more of an organiser. He was the one who found most of the children for the others, talking with others of similar tastes. It was a classical rebellion-like cell, effective at hiding and protecting the organisation. If they were part of a larger group, Voldemort didn't care. He had the ones who were important to him. The Dursleys had changed from their time in captivity. They were all dirty, covered in blood, faeces, and half healed wounds, many festering, but none had been allowed to become life threatening. For the moment they were more important to him alive. Vernon and Dudley were almost thin; their skin sagged off them in unlovely folds, while Petunia was skin and bones. Almost every one of her bones could be seen though some were now deformed, from where they had been broken and inexpertly set and healed. All four were snivelling, but all four still had the eyes of the sane. They still knew they were being punished and still experienced anguish from it.

Voldemort smiled. Their physical appearance didn't bother him and the last pleased him. "What do you wish done with these?"

:Give them to your newly freed Death Eaters. We will reinforce their protections against insanity. So long as no one kills them then they will be fine,: the Shadows said easily. :A different fate awaits these four anyway.:

"Hmm?"

:You'll see.:

"True." Voldemort had continued into the area of cells once he'd finished with the Muggles. The Shadows were right, for the most part, those who had followed Lucius were only good as practice dummies before they became food. Those of his follows who had remained loyal could amuse themselves practicing on them before they were fed to creatures loyal to him. There were so many that appreciated human flesh and many would follow him forever for the taste of wizard flesh. That would be their fate, that and to be wiped from memory. "Though I think I have time to have a chat with Lucius."

:Oh yes, that would be best.:

Voldemort slipped into a non-descript cell. Lucius was inside, sitting in the corner. He was restrained by the simple expedient of a chain around his ankle, gauntlets on each wrist and a thin torc of iron at his throat, all embedded with magic-draining properties. Even if Lucius was skilled in wandless magic, the draining effect would require him to use all his magic to perform even the simplest of tasks, assuming he was strong enough in the first place now that the vampire blood was completely out of his system, and there was an additional charm on the restraints. They would heat up if there was too much magic in their presence and were even now uncomfortably warm for Lucius just because the Serpent Lord was near.

"Good morning, Lucius, I trust you have been well?"

The former leader of the Rebel Death Eaters didn't look up. His blond hair was lank and almost transparent and like all other prisoners he was thin. His clothing, the same as he had worn on that night was ripped and torn, but that was of no concern to the Dark Lord. Idly he conjured a chair for himself.

"No reply, Lucius? Really, how rude."

"Hrgss."

Voldemort's red robes rustled as he chuckled. "How eloquent!" He said feigning delight. "I did promise you would be screaming my name, didn't I?" the Dark Lord questioned, mostly to himself. "I have been rather remiss in that, but I think you have been a rather forgiving guest and have done much of the work yourself." Lucius' occulmency shields were almost gone. The Dementors had done some of it, but if a wizard was determined they could keep raising their mental defences almost indefinitely against the Dementors. No, Lucius' shields were crumbling from within as his doubt, guilt, disbelief and worries fed endlessly upon his mind. :Where is Kisha?: The red-eyed Dark Lord asked silently of the Shadows.

:Above with those new Vampires you rescued,: the shadows replied.

:Good.: "You still don't believe it, do you Lucius," Voldemort said. "You still don't believe that the Shadow Lord stands by my side."

"How the hell does Dumbledore not see that?"

"Ah, you were one of my favourites Lucius, because there are times when you see straight into the heart of the matter. Dumbledore doesn't see because he doesn't want to see. That and the Shadow Lord is very good at hiding."

"That still doesn't explain it. How? You are persuasive, but I somehow doubt you had much to offer him."

"I had everything to offer him Lucius. But it was the truth that was the most important thing."

"Truth?"

"The truth. It is such a simple thing, but so often so very hard to find."

"So you never were obsessed?"

"I never said that. But his power is worth the time it took to court and seduce. It may be obsession, Lucius, but it is obsession with power. And that is why you lost. Power is more than blood."

Lucius blinked and then seemed to dismiss the matter. While it may be an interesting academic question, it really wasn't one that affected him either way. The how and the why of the matter was not going to change his situation. "What happens now?" The former Death Eater asked.

The Dark Lord was surprised. He had not expected Lucius to be resigned so quickly. The answer was the same though. "Most of the idiots who chose to follow you will be executed as time goes on. You will watch as the Light falls. Though Lucius, you should feel thankful. My plans for you do include your death. Harry is no where near that merciful."

The Shadows chuckled. :You figured it out?:

:I suspect I know,: Voldemort replied. :But I'll wait to see if my suspicions are correct.:

"Draco and Narcissa?"

"Narcissa has had the time to return to me but has not. Your son? Your son is of no concern to me. I wager though Xeoaph is interested in him for the blood price you promised but cannot fulfil."

Lucius chuckled though his laugh was strained and phlegmy. "Draco can't pay the price," the dishevelled wizard muttered.

"Oh, you made the pact specific to you?" The Dark Lord was slightly impressed. He didn't think the elder vampire would have agreed to that, since tying it Lucius made avoidance of the price rather easy.

"No," the elder Malfoy shook his head. "Draco is special. Magical debts do not transfer to him. I don't know how it happened I just know that it's impossible for the debt to be transferred."

Voldemort laughed. Assuming Harry didn't get to Draco first, it would almost be amusing to watch the elder Vampire try to extract payment. "I don't think he will get the chance to find out," the Serpent Lord remarked. "After all, you of all people know what your son is facing."

"I just told him to make sure Potter was occupied."

"Apparently then he likes to improvise."

"What did he do?" Lucius' voice showed some real interest.

"Before or during your little insurrection?"

Lucius rubbed one finger over the bridge of his nose. "He said something to me about making Potter too scared to do anything before we attacked and I never heard what he did during it."

The Dark Lord could tell Lucius was speaking the truth. Or at least, what he believed was the truth. "I suppose I will have to take that into consideration when disciplining you then. I suppose I should have known. You would have had a bit more style in the attacks. Draco was positively crude. Rape and Avada Kedrava are not subtle, but that is a conversation we can have another day. I really have been neglecting my promise to you for too long, though. I will be disappointed if it comes about today."

As expected Lucius stiffened, but he maintained enough poise not to skirt back. He was still an aristocrat at heart.

"I also ask you to forgive the hypocrisy. Cruciatus is not subtle, but I'm in a bit of a hurry, and it gets the job done. Crucio!" The Dark Lord didn't bother going for his wand as he cast. Crucio was a common and familiar spell to him after all.

The blond jerked as the pain curse hit him, but he was still proud enough not to scream. While he was resigned to his fate, he still maintained some of the pride that had lead him on this path. He would scream the Dark Lord's name, though Voldemort was oddly pleased that it would not be today. It would be so disappointing if Lucius really was that weak.

The Dark Lord lifted his Crucio for a moment, allowing Lucius to catch his breath before he cast the curse again.

As the blond once again curled into himself as the curse raced through his body, the Dark Lord narrowed his eyes. It would not do for him to neglect Lucius for so long again. For today he had the time, but for the future, he would have to make the time to ensure the senior Malfoy was well cared for.

"All right, Ron, I'll explain now," Harry said easily. He and his friends were in a disused classroom. He could have arranged for privacy in the Gryffindor common room but Luna wanted to be there, and he could have invited them to the other room he had for his use this year, but he wanted to keep that to himself as a sanctuary if he needed it. They could have used the Room of Requirement, but a few too many people knew of that so they were in one of the many empty rooms of the castle. Harry had put up a few wards, including proximity and sound proofing, but they would have to be quick to get to the Feast in time.

"Please, Harry that would be good," Hermione answered for them all.

"First off, yes I did my O.W.L.s over the summer and I don't know the results yet, but I do know I did well. I think I even passed my N.E.W.T.s with them."

"What! How is that possible?"

"Fairly easily," Harry replied with a shrug, "because after the first two O.W.L.s, they replaced the papers with N.E.W.T. papers. I noticed. They don't think I did, but I did. The other thing you must remember is that I didn't just do the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s in those classes I took. I did them in everything."

"Harry..." Hermione said. "How could you have done that? Arithmancy and Ancient Runes aren't simple subjects. You just can't make something up like you can in Divination."

Harry turned green eyes towards her, smiling easily as he ran one hand through his hair. "I know. I probably can't explain everything now but you know that Voldemort and I have a link through my scar."

The group nodded, though Hermione's eyes clouded with worry.

"I have Occlumency shields to block him out and Fawkes is helping with that now that I'm a member of the Order. But this scar isn't all I got from him on that night."

"We know you are a Parselmouth," Neville said.

Harry sighed. "No Neville, it's not just that. I got everything."

"Everything?"

"All his knowledge, all his skills; everything he was at the moment the Avada Kedrava rebounded to hit him. All of it came into me."

"Oh my god, Harry!" Hermione whispered, her voice shocked.

"I know," Harry said seriously. "Some of it I can't use," he swallowed hard. "I just can't. Some of it though... it's really useful if you just use it in the right circumstances."

"It? What is it?" Ron asked irritably.

Three pairs of eyes turned towards Ron, almost in disbelief while Luna just smiled. It took a moment for people to realise the question was genuine. Ginny sighed, and Neville just looked pleadingly towards Hermione who chuckled slightly. Harry just looked a little amused. In the end it wasn't such a bad question after all.

Hermione began the explanation though. "Ron, you know what happened when Harry was a baby, right?"

"Yeah, You-Know-Who tried to kill him, but the curse rebounded and all that," the youngest male Weasley said, simplifying events extremely because it was more than a bit silly to discuss things with the person in front of them.

"The curse rebounded Ron, and Harry got that scar but that wasn't all that he got that night."

"What? What else was there left to get?"

"Everything Ron," Harry said seriously. "Not only did I get this scar and the ability to speak Parseltongue. I got everything else, all his skills, all his knowledge, all his memories, everything Ron. It took a long time for it to come out, but it's all in here." He tapped his forehead.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, falling back into the chair behind him. "So you went into the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s knowing everything?"

"Pretty much."

"Bloody hell!" Ron repeated before falling silent for a few moments. From the frown on the boy's face they could tell that he was thinking hard. "Bloody hell," the red head said again softly. "I have never been more glad that you are you, Harry."

The group smiled at his statement. It was so Ron.

"There's a bit more of course and a lot more theories and things like that besides it, but that's why I am taking almost every class. Keep in mind though, that I don't have to take those classes. I'm taking them and am attending school because I want to. Because I want to be here and I want to be with my friends."

"Oh Harry," Hermione's eyes were bright with tears.

They sat for a few moments in silence before Harry stirred. "We'd better get to the Feast. I wanted to explain this early so that you all knew. There will be odd things going on this year, but no matter what happens, I want you to know I am your friend, but I make the decisions for my future. Even if you think they are wrong, they are MY decisions and I will live with the consequences."

Luna looked up at the ceiling. "And the Ministry and the Order and everyone else, us included, have put you in the position where we must live with the consequences as well," she murmured without rancour.

"Let's get to the Feast," Neville said unexpectedly. "Thank you for explaining, Harry," he added as he slipped off the desk he had been sitting on and went to the door.

"Thank you for listening," Harry said as he dispelled his wards looking at his friends but keeping the considering expression from reaching his face.

Ginny looked just slightly smug. She was hiding it well but for those who knew what to look for, the expression was there. She hadn't heard all this before but she knew it and she was feeling superior because of her prior knowledge. Not obnoxiously superior, but it was there. Perhaps she had the right to feel that way, but inner Harry didn't need a girl who was not above childish games. She had the sense not to brag so Harry tried to keep his thoughts reasonable.

Luna looked as dreamy as always. She'd seen to the heart of the matter and as was normal for her, she did not seem concerned. She'd already accepted that he would be making the choices for himself and that those choices would have an impact on her and wizarding society, but she had also accepted that they were his choices to make. She would offer advice in that round about and almost incomprehensible manner she had, but she wouldn't try to force him. :She doesn't accept everything Master,: the Shadows said suddenly. :But she does have the sense not to use force when that will only make things worse. She will fight though, Master, when she feels that is the way and she will be dangerous when she does. This one is not as ineffectual as most think.:

Mentally, Harry cocked his head at his servants. He had not expected their advice or their commentary on Luna, but apparently they were interested and they had seen her in a different light from the rest of them. :Not really Master, we just have the time and the experience to see the truth.:

Harry nodded before shifting his gaze away from Luna. She would do what she thought was best, much as he would, and he would respect her choices as she would respect his. If they disagreed they would disagree and fight. That was her honesty and he would give her honesty in return.

Neville looked thoughtful but not particularly scared. He was obviously thinking about what he had heard and while he seemed to be accepting, Harry knew better than to just make that assumption. Neville would and could stand up for what he believed in. It was obvious from his stance though that he hadn't quite realised exactly what it meant that Harry would be making the decisions for the future, or that if he had accepted that realisation then he was assuming, as was almost everyone else, that his decisions would be those that were assumed.

Hermione looked ambivalent. Harry could tell she was slightly jealous that he had seemingly been given all the information she studied so hard for, but at the same time he knew she knew the cost. At the moment she was jealous of the idea of the information though in time he already knew she would decide the cost was not worth it. It was better to study hard for herself to obtain the information than to gain it the way Harry had. Underlying that though, there was concern. It showed in the faint frown on her brow. She knew what it meant that he would be making decisions, but she wasn't assuming they would be the ones everyone thought he would make. She was considering other things and other paths but right at the moment Harry couldn't tell if she would try to convince him to a particular side. Hopefully, she wouldn't simply because she did not know the full situation.

:We will keep watch. We always keep watch.:

Ron was... well Ron seemed relieved, as if something that had been bothering him was finally put to rest. :He wasn't that concerned why I was doing all those classes was he?: Harry asked the Shadows with a degree of incredulism colouring his mental voice.

:No,: the shadows said slowly. :It's something more than that,: they added.

As they walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall, Ron moved to walk beside Harry. "I'm glad you explained," the red-haired boy said.

"You guys deserve to know, just I couldn't explain this morning in front of everyone."

"I know and I'm sorry for making assumptions."

"It's okay, I don't know what I would think in a similar situation," Harry said honestly.

Ron looked pensive for a moment. "I know there is more stuff you aren't saying Harry," he said. "But I also know you will tell or explain in time, so I'm going to try not to nag or be angry over that. There are things the Order probably told you that you can't tell us. Mum and Dad had a talk with Ginny and me over the summer to remind us about that."

"Did they?"

"Yeah," Ron grinned. "Mostly to remind us that if there is things you can't or don't tell us, then it's probably not your fault."

Harry smiled. "Well, your parents are very wise. And yes, there are one or two things I haven't told you," the black-haired young man said the last seriously. "I want to tell you, but this isn't a game and you know it. Some of it will be very surprising and it will either win or lose the war, so when I tell you Ron, I have to know that you are going to stand with me."

Ron blinked both at the seriousness he could hear in Harry's voice but also the note of desperation. It made Harry's statement of earlier, that he wanted to be here to be with his friends, that much more potent. And suddenly he knew, that whatever Harry wasn't telling them was something that was going to change everything. "I'll..." Ron started, before realising he had no idea what to say. He thought for a few more moments. "I'll try to see things from your point of view Harry, when you tell us and to give you the opportunity to explain, no matter how surprising whatever you decide is."

Green eyes flicked over Ron carefully before Harry nodded. That was all he could ask from his friends, that they would try to see things his way. He hoped they did, because there were very few others who would.

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