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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297907 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter 57

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

Sitting in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was mostly alone, thankfully. That meant he could get caught up on plenty of work, of the school kind anyway. That week down thanks to Wormtail still had him behind in so much, despite the fact that it was the first week of December now.
Glancing at his watch, he could see that he probably had about an hour before the common room filled up again. For the most part, everyone was either out on the Quidditch pitch watching the game going on or had other things to do. Gryffindor wasn't playing, of course, but everyone still attended. Chuckling softly, he thought of Ron with that. His old friend—yeah, the term epic failure came to mind when the last game was mentioned. He had been a complete mess, from what he heard. The only reason the house of the lions had come out on top was Ginny, who had taken his place as Seeker. That worked out well for him, actually. He had dropped Quidditch, like he wanted to, thus freeing up more much needed time. Because Ginny could easily do the job, no one had groused much. As he pointed out when some had, he was now far too big to be a Seeker. They needed someone much smaller. That was Ginny. That ended much of it though there were still some looks tossed in his direction and private conversations begging him to do something with Ron. Everyone was convinced that if Ron didn't shape up, Gryffindor had no chance at winning the cup. He rightly didn't give a damn when it came to that and pretty much ignored such mutterings. There was plenty else on his mind, so Quidditch wasn't even something he considered anymore.
Looking up when someone cleared their throat, he saw Ginny standing there. “I figured you'd be at the game,” he said, before going back to work on his assignment. This was the last one, thank Merlin, then he was finally caught up. At least until classes resumed Monday.
“Not interested,” she told him taking a seat next to him. “I have no desire to sit out in the freezing weather and snow to listen to all kinds of people harp on Ron over our last match. They start on him, he gets mad then it makes it all the worse.”
Snorting, grinning a little, Harry figured that was probably a good assessment of what happened too. Ron wasn't known for keeping his temper in check, that's for damned sure.
“The sign-up sheet for staying over break is up. I noticed your name isn't on it. Mum offered for you to come with us this year, I know that. Is that what you're doing?” She asked, leaning back and crossing her legs.
“No. I'm going to stay with Nick,” Harry told her, glancing at what he had just written to make sure it was right.
“Good. At least you'll have fun,” she smiled. “You adore him,” she then said, more as a statement of fact than a question.
“I do. More than anyone will ever know,” Harry told her honestly, tossing his quill down and leaning back with a groan. As soon as he finished this essay, he was taking a nap. That's all there was to it. With all the work he did all the time, not to mention the repeating days, he was done for most weekends. The gloomy weather just seemed to exaggerate that.
“Good. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy,” she smiled, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze. Looking around, seeing a couple of others in the common room, she cast a privacy spell around them then asked, keeping her voice down, “If you don't mind—what was your solicitor doing here yesterday? If it's none of my business, tell me. If you want to talk, go ahead. I won't say anything to anyone.”
Thinking that over, Harry tried to decide what to do. On one hand, what he did wasn't anyone's business. On the other, though, someone knowing would only help when the time came for their plan to be put in action. That way it wouldn't blindside anyone. There would at least be hints out there of what he was doing and it would show that it had been in the works long before the event took place. Sighing softly, he said, keeping his voice down, though he strengthened the privacy spell around them, “Let's just say I'm tired of people playing with my life and dictating what I can and can't do. I'm done playing. So, rather than let it go on, I'm taking steps to make damned sure I'm the only one that can do that.” He figured with the way Ginny was, she would get it. After all, she wasn't as thick as Ron and could take hints.
Face taking on a serious look, she asked, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, “Does this have to do with the Dursleys and how they treat you?” That was the only thing that came to mind with the way he phrased it.
“Yeah,” Harry told her truthfully. Shaking his head, he said, tone firm, “I'm never going back there. Enough is enough. There are ways to go about that so I don't have to. I'm planning on going that route. Nick's already said I can stay with him. Even if I couldn't, I have plenty of places I can go and will be safe. I don't care what Dumbledore says on the matter. It's time he figured out he can't dictate what I do or where I go. This isn't a fight I'm going to have. So, I'm going to make sure that he has no pull in that area.”
“I think that's for the best,” she told him softly. Shaking her head, she sighed, “I don't get why he forced you do go there anyway.”
“Just more of him being him,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes. “Whatever he's cooking up is tied into that. No. No more. I'm done playing.”
“You're never going to trust him again, are you?” She asked quietly, looking at her friend.
“Would you?” Harry asked, looking at her.
“No,” she told him firmly with a shake of her head. “I don't blame you a bit there. He's—I don't know what's going on there, but it's a mess. Why he thought to pull some of this is beyond me. I don't even have a clue what he's trying to accomplish doing this.” Stopping, she looked at Harry then said, voice low, “You do though, don't you?”
“I do,” Harry confirmed with a nod. “I'm just not going to get into most of it. Let's just say he and I are done when it comes to most everything. What's gone on—it's not repairable.”
“I don't blame you there either,” Ginny sighed, shaking her head.
Looking at the only Weasley daughter, Harry's mind circled to what he knew of her. Figuring this was as good of a time as any to inquire about something he had wondered about, he asked, gently, “I always meant to ask—how are you doing when it comes to that whole mess with being possessed? I should have asked before, I know that, but so much as gone on since then.” Stopping, brow furrowed, he added, “I always thought it odd that Dumbledore never did anything to get you some help after that. I mean, that was traumatizing. Someone should have done something.”
Sighing, Ginny looked at him then smiled a little. Quietly, she said, “You're the only one that's really asked other than mum and dad. They did over that summer, but dropped it after that.” Shaking her head, brow furrowed, she told him, “I do alright most times. Even now there are still some nightmares over it. I deal with it. It wasn't something I could help, I know that. Yeah, I should have been more cautious with the thing, but I'd heard of books before that did something similar so I didn't think anything was off at the time. I think, honestly, by the time I did, there was nothing I could do to get help. He would have stopped me if I tried.” Looking down, wringing her hands a little, she said, “I just wonder, even now, how much it affected me.”
“What do you mean by that?” Harry asked, curious.
Looking around, though she knew the privacy spell would protect him, she asked, “Your word this goes no further?” Seeing him give a firm nod, she sighed, “I think it did in some ways. I mean, with Defense—I'm better at what I know are the dark spells. With my family being the way they are, I'm wondering if that didn't change something. Or, maybe, if it was like that kind of thing was attracted to me.” Softening her voice even more, she said, “And no one knows this but—the Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. I mean, I've not heard of a Weasley that was even considered for that. It makes me wonder if that diary wouldn't have found me anyway because of that. I don't know. I'm not sure that it makes sense, really, but I keep thinking that.”
Mind working over that, Harry told her, softly, “It doesn't work that way, Ginny. The diary would have worked on anyone. No matter the magical affinity. It was so powerful, most couldn't have fought off the possession, especially a first year. The house they were in didn't matter. And the Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin too. I did the same thing you did; pleading with it not to.” Shaking his head, he also admitted, knowing this could only help in the future, “And my magical affinity runs more towards the dark than the light. I can do the light spells, no doubt there, same with the neutral ones, but I'm far better with the dark ones. It just depends on the person. Their family doesn't matter when it comes to that. It's nothing to worry about.”
Looking relieved, Ginny asked, “Are you sure?”
“I am,” he told her firmly. “And light, dark, neutral, it doesn't matter. Some are just better suited for certain kinds is all. Dark doesn't have to mean bad. You know that.” Lowering his voice, he grinned, “And I can tell you that Hermione is better suited with the dark ones as well. You know what she's like. And she's a Muggle-born. I don't think anyone, anywhere, would argue she's evil. Except, maybe, the ones she trounces in the grades department and get their ego deflated by what she can do.” Shaking his head, he told her, “It's nothing to worry about, I promise. Just work with what you're best at and move on. If someone doesn't like it, tell them to come talk to me or Professor Rowle. We'll set them straight for you.”
Smiling again, Ginny nodded. “Thanks, Harry,” she said sincerely. “I feel better about some of it now. It's just—I don't know. I was afraid to talk to you about some of it, what with all you've been through. And I couldn't talk to my family, that's for sure.”
“I've thought about these topics a lot over the last year or so. I think we've all been misled for a long time on some topics. If you look at other Magical societies, you'll see they don't stigmatize Dark the way we do. The backlash after so much and what was pushed has just muddied the waters with this. I mean, they've demonized an entire branch of magic over something only a few have done. We don't make some spells illegal just because someone uses them to do something horrible. That's what they've done with Dark magic, though. And it's not something any of us have any control over. We're suited to what we're suited to. That doesn't make us bad. Other things come into play to do that.” Shaking his head, Harry sighed. “It's stupid, really. And is hurting our society. The more you stigmatize and drive something underground, the bigger the backlash that comes. History has proven that, repeatedly.”
“I guess I never thought of it that way,” Ginny told him honestly.
Shrugging, Harry said, “The first Charm we ever learned in school can easily be used to kill someone. Look what Ron did with that troll. If he had dropped that club on one of our heads, it would have crushed our skull. No one banned that spell because it can be used to do something like that. The Dark ones, most of them anyway, are the same way.” Snorting, Harry added, “Even the so-called Unforgivables. If they are so bad, why did the DMLE use them in the last war? They were authorized to do that by the government. They can't be all bad if they did that.”
Taking that in and thinking it over, Ginny nodded slowly. “I didn't think about that either. At some point, I heard about the Unforgivables bit, it just didn't register. And you're right. I don't know. It's confusing.”
“It's like in everything else in the world; light needs the dark and dark needs the light to keep the balance. I think it's the same way here.” Seeing that she was seriously thinking that over, he was pleased. One more Weasley doubting what was going on could only help them in the future. Changing topics, he began to ask her about their project for Runes, wondering about some of the details.
Pleased to be on a more neutral topic, though having plenty to think about when alone, Ginny began to explain some of it, getting his opinion.

Having just finished another vial of Pepper-Up, Albus sighed as he picked up the list of those that signed up to stay in the castle for the Christmas break. As the first couple of days after the sheet went up were the time that most of the names were added, he always kept track so he knew how many people to keep in the castle. So far, from what he read, it was going to be about average for those staying. Good. No huge influx that would complicate things the way it had with the tournament and Yule Ball. That pleased him. Making quick notes on a sheet of parchment regarding who to talk to about staying, he looked over the list more closely. As always, most of the same names were there that were present every year. Most of those were Muggle-borns that didn't want to go home for various reasons, usually because of how their parents treated them. He understood that.
Brow furrowing as he looked over the list from Gryffindor, he noticed Harry's name wasn't on it. Harry always signed up to stay, always. And he was usually the first to put his name down. That pleased Albus because it gave him time with the young man. His name was absent, though. Only one from Gryffindor was on there so far and it was a second year. Shaking his head, he sighed. This wasn't good and he knew it. Something was going on there, something big, and he didn't know what.
Leaning back in his chair, he sighed as he stared at the parchment. He needed to get with the young man to see what was going on. That's all there was to it. It was his assumption that Harry was going to stay with Nick over the break, like he had over the summer. And he no longer had any kind of pull to talk Harry into going back to the Dursley's. Sighing, he stroked his beard with his good hand, wondering how to handle this. There had to be some kind of bone he could toss to Harry to get him moving in the direction he needed, he just didn't know what that was.
Mind turning over the issue, he tried to sort it through, but was so tired, even with the potion, that it was hard. If Sirius were around, he might be able to guide Harry in that direction. The man hadn't been heard from in a month or so, though. Maybe an owl to him was in order to see if he couldn't persuade him to come to Grimmauld Place for the holidays, promising to get Harry there. Then he could manage to persuade Harry to go there to be with Sirius.
Thinking it over, he gave a slow nod. Yes, that would work! He could easily convince both of them. To make it look good, he would bring Remus in as well. After all, Harry adored him too, though wasn't as close as he was with Sirius. Then he would get with Molly and Arthur to plan out a standard big celebration for the holiday. Harry would adore that.
Deciding to go with that, Albus' mind then circled to one other question; Harry's solicitor. The man had shown up a few days ago with some kind of papers that needed signed. While Albus assumed it had to do with Harry's estate, something standard for many students that had to deal with such issues, he wanted to know. With the way Harry was anymore, there was probably more than that, plenty more, and he wanted to know what it was. Normally, he could go to the solicitor and get it out of them, couching the questions as looking after Harry. The one Harry had, though, he couldn’t do that with. No, the man was someone he had no pull at all with and would just show him the door then tell Harry. That wouldn't be good and would just make an already bad situation worse. Which meant he had to go about this another way. He would try talking to Harry, though he figured that would do no good as he was so wary and secretive about so much anymore. When that failed, he would go about it a different way. That though—as much as he was being affected by this curse, it was harder to do and the chance he might make a mistake was high. He would have to chance it though. Too much was riding on this to not have the answers he desperately needed.
Smoothing down his beard, he sighed. There was so much to do and set off over the holidays and just before that he was stretched thin. The toll the curse was taking wasn't helping. So, he decided that he had to pull out something big to get things moving. That meant he was going to have to put someone he didn't want in danger. It had to come, though. After all, Harry would do anything to help Arthur, he knew that. It also meant he had to build up his strength to cause another of those visions. The last time—it had affected him for days. This time, he was sure it would be worse.
Sighing softly, his chin dropped down on his chest. He was so tired. There was so much he had to do, though. And with some of this, he needed to build his strength up. That meant he had to conserve his magic to do that. As it was failing him, rapidly, he needed to use less of it. Making a mental note to get with Severus to brew up a stronger stimulant potion, he decided to take a nap. That would help. Glancing up, brow furrowed when his sister still wasn't there, he let out a sigh. He didn't understand that, she should be around as the ring was on his finger, he then shook his head. He supposed, if he thought about it, it probably had to do with his failing magic. After all, that ring pulled at it as well.
Taking the ring off and stowing it in a warded drawer, he sighed again. It was time to give it a break. Anything that drew on his magic had to be limited for a time. No matter how much he wanted it. Standing with a groan, hand resting on the desk to steady himself, he caught his breath then shuffled off to his quarters for a nap. He hated feeling this old, but it couldn't be helped. No, he would deal with it because there was too much riding on what he had to do to allow himself to falter.
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