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Chapter Six -
Conspiracy of One

"So what is it you
wanted me to do in here?" Harry asked Barty. They were sitting
in a drab looking Muggle pub in the center of Blackpool, two miles
away from Crouch Manor and completely incognito though strangely
without any privacy ward cast.

"Do you remember
our agreement to explore your gift a couple of months ago?"
Barty countered. "Well, consider this our first experiment. Last
night I entered this place and put a Muggle under the Imperius Curse
and gave it several instructions, one of them a command to return
here around half past five in the afternoon. It's a quarter to six;
I've already spotted it."

Harry glanced around,
taking in the ten men sitting at the bar, drinking and telling each
other the most outlandish 'scientific' theories; three retired
couples eating cake; a teenage couple snogging in the back of the pub
and a group of five students playing a card game while drinking
Guinness and smoking Marlboro cigarettes. When he had a clear picture
of his environment in his mind, Harry closed his eyes and let his
focus wander each customer. The five boys, older than him really,
were the most confusing of them all besides the females present.

Whether it was nature
of nurture that formed the gap between genders, Harry didn't care, he
only knew that he preferred to deal with men as they generally were
less complicated to analyze. The quintet of card players seemed
normal, their attention turned inwards to their little group of
comrades. The bar tender, a middle aged gray-haired man didn't have
any peculiar wants or thoughts, at least none that any other
entrepreneur had.

The teenagers in the
back were quite comical, the boy wanting to do more with the girl,
but unsure whether his girlfriend would appreciate his desire, while
the girl in question was hesitating between keeping the boy hers or
dumping him, her primary school crush having found her an interesting
lass. Human interaction, when not disgusting, was a funny phenomena.

Moving on, Harry felt
like getting sick. The elder couple, at least seventy-five years old,
with the woman wearing a vulture hat were on their weekly pancake
outing. The very wrinkled woman was reminiscing the early years of
her marriage and feeling very randy. The second retired couple,
drinking coffee and eating apple cake, were a bliss in comparison,
the passion of their marriage having died out years ago, while the
last pair, recently retired people, were simply odd, but again felt
normal.

It had to be one of the
men at the bar then. Harry glanced at Barty, wondering what exactly
his lover had ordered his Muggle to do. He hoped it wasn't something
nasty like one of the unemployed kissing one of the pensioned. Harry
shuddered briefly, realizing that Barty was mean like that.

With renewed suspicion,
Harry recommenced his study. Those men were losers really, all of
them unemployed and basking in their way of life - smoking, drinking,
sleeping and consuming unhealthy amounts of fish and chips. Patrick
O'Briann, the Harley Davidson fanatic of the bunch, was looking
forward to the next episode of 'The Bold and the Beautiful', while
Donahue Wickerson liked to walk around in a skirt in his apartment,
despite being straight. Harry briefly feared for cities like
Manchester or Liverpool where these people living in the margins of
society supposedly lived in more quantity.

Daniel Smith on the
other hand was peculiar, in that Smith felt like stripping in front
of the elder. Harry focused on him more closely and concluded the
experiment, having analyzed every person present. Relaying his
censored findings to Barty, Harry felt far more normal than he ever
had.

"It's that blond
boy with the goatee playing poker, isn't it?" Harry ended his
explanation.

Barty smiled. "It
is. Can you tell me what I wanted him to do?"

"Cheat the game of
course."

"What was the
deciding factor?"

"I don't know
whether I'm able to properly describe it. Some of these Muggles are
as twisted as McNair when I first 'read' them, but it would be too
obvious if you enchanted those - and I don't think your intention was
for it to do so. There just was this distinct feeling of
incorrectness twisted into that boy's erm... aura, I suppose. I
really dislike those words used in Divination, you know, they imply
too much that isn't, at least with me."

Barty nodded in
thought. "That doesn't mean you should refuse to use them and
try to complicate stuff easier said with simple words. I guess you
also have the most important part of the Imperius Curse down."

"I have my
suspicions, but I wouldn't mind to hear the expert speak."

Barty smirked slightly
at the compliment. "Well, what I taught your class last year is
true, it's just that the victim's reaction differs. You'll recall me
telling that one of the methods to identify victims is by their
slightly widened pupils? Well, that widening of the pupils only
happens to people that fight the curse or radically disagree with the
commands given to them. Like that girl in your class, don't remember
who honestly, that imitated a squirrel, her eyes were as wide as you
can get. She couldn't fight the curse of course, hardly anybody can,
but she absolutely didn't want to act like a mutated rodent. If your
victim is favorable to your agenda however, there won't be any signs.
It's what we tried to do in the first rise of our lord and will
recommence once our agents screened the Ministry thoroughly.

"If your victim is
known to dislike Muggleborns and under your influence starts to
support a harsh suppression of them, while without he would only keep
on grumbling, people won't catch on as quickly. If I were to enchant
Arthur Weasley and do the same however, they will notice. Of course
with some of them it isn't even necessary to put them under it -
makes putting the blame on someone a lot easier."

"It... makes
sense. It puts the wizarding world in a different perspective; I mean
what kind of society is it really? It proves my opinion of the world
being a sorry place even more than I used to think."

"Yet so many
wondrous things have been accomplished by wizards and witches: the
pyramids in Egypt and America, the goblin tunnels in Siberia, the
fallen tower of Babylon, the jungle complex of Congo, the ice cities
of the Inuit,... I'm glad to live here and now and be part of what
our lord foretells."

Harry smiled gently. "I
know."

Barty sipped from his
glass of Auxtin's Brandy, the favored drink of refined wizards. "Is
our lord satisfied with your mutual project, the one involving that
ring? I felt that excess of power in the parlor."

"You could say so.
He and I are working on the finishing touch. Nagini will be
accompanying him the next time; I'm quite curious how she is."

"Can you tell me
the extent of what it is our lord and you are doing?"

Harry's eyelids
fluttered briefly, a frown gracing his face, before he gave a brief
nod and cleared his expression. Devoid of any emotion, Harry's
expression was surprisingly firm yet gentle and to Barty held a
demand of affection, lots of it.

"When we finish
this, our lord and I will be able to live a very long life, more so
than our lord already is. There aren't any written accounts of
comparable situations but we make due of our knowledge and both of
our abilities. There won't ever be a repeat of Halloween 1981 again."

"Excellent,"
Barty exclaimed, relieved to know his lord and his partner at least
were protected of mundane problems like death.

Later that night, in
the privacy of the master bedroom of Crouch Manor, Barty and Harry
revered the presence of the other as much as they could. Months of
trust and physical affection were affecting them, though they
wouldn't yet call it love, rather a deepening bond of friendship.

---

Lord Voldemort reclined
in a comfortable chair in what used to be Karkaroff Manor, Nagini
curled around in front of him, gazing at the portrait of Sergei
Karkaroff, patriarch of the now extinct Russian family, but his focus
on Sergei's moustache betrayed the absence of his concentration. Life
since his rebirth had surprisingly been pleasant. His Death Eaters,
at least most of them, were all taking preparations for the coup
scheduled in a year time, the members of the Ministry of Magic subtly
being checked. While he felt inclined to send a servant to gather his
old allies, the giants, talking with Harry Potter had dissuaded him
of that course. A giant attack would be a fitting opening move on the
wizarding world, but the purpose of his quest was a complete
separation from the Muggle world. Getting them confronted with giants
wouldn't help that. Besides, if his servants could be believed,
Dumbledore had restarted his Order of the Phoenix, despite there
being no prove of his, Voldemort's, return. The Order wasn't capable
of persuading the giants, but they probably were able to spy any
Death Eater in their neighborhood.

The situation between
Harry Potter and himself was interesting for sure, a simple form of
companionship existed between them and the experiments with the human
Horcrux were proving to be advantageous. By now Potter - Harry's
loyalty was ensured and the connection between themselves settled -
if he or Harry concentrated hard enough, they were able to relay a
message. Mortality was even further from him than it was, Harry's
loyalty insuring a quick resurrection, and as a Horcrux Harry was
capable to keep a better eye on the other Horcruxes than he himself
was. The experiments with Harry were also used with Nagini, ensuring
that their little triumvirate formed the best unity of minds and soul
in the world. Where one wasn't, another was and reliability on each
other wasn't a feeling to avoid like a true paranoid anymore - a far
cry from the first odd seventy years of his life.

Harry was returning to
Hogwarts soon though, his absence from public life during the summer
was bound to have repercussions, specifically from the side of the
Order of the Phoenix. It would work out though and if it didn't,
Harry could always return to Barty and work from the shadows like the
other Death Eaters.

Voldemort smirked.
Barty Crouch and Harry Potter, he still couldn't get it, but the
depth of their relationship was noticeable, especially the few times
Harry lost his equilibrium and drew Nagini and him in his mind. The
last time it happened Harry was in the process of being taken roughly
and Voldemort had to explain his snake companion why the young master
was doing that ridiculous, ineffective attempt of procreation.
Voldemort being himself and not understanding the concept of lovers
completely had held a very entertaining and embarrassing conversation
then, wonderful blackmail material if Harry ever acted too bold.

The news of a pair of
Dementors on the loose in Surrey had been entertaining as well,
especially if you knew that their mission was to Kiss Harry Potter
there and ordered by that ugly Undersecretary of the Minister,
Dolores Umbridge. That reminded him of his servants in Azkaban, they
needed to be released one of these days, but how to go about it? And
there still was that obscure prophecy Sybill Trelawney sprouted
sixteen years ago, he needed someone to fetch it for him, if only to
look at it with Harry and laugh at it. Having a semi-Seer, one of the
real ones, near him was far more reassuring than the words of a fake.

Speaking of fakes,
Voldemort's thoughts turned to his wayward servant, Severus Snape. It
was a very delicate situation really. Loyal to a dead woman, in close
quarters with Dumbledore, yet a Death Eater. Voldemort hadn't spoken
with the man personally yet, but he had asked Harry to monitor
Snape's reaction to several situations. It was a slow-going project,
Severus' loyalties, but it wasn't as if Voldemort really needed the
potion master. Wormtail proved to be an excellent brewer, probably
something to do with examining the Weasley twins for years - from
what Voldemort understood they were quite talented and creative.
Maybe he should try to win them over to his side...

So many plans and
possibilities, Voldemort rested his head against the chair and closed
his eyes, just in time to see Harry climax under Barty. Voldemort
massaged the bridge of his nose, he was not and never would be
inclined to pursue men, but that boy was really testing Voldemort's
patience. Orgasms really interrupted one's train of thoughts.

---

Harry kissed Barty one
final time before Apparating independently to a niche of the ninth
platform of King's Cross Station, his school supplies in his
Reducio'd trunk. Entering platform nine and three quarters, Harry
immediately regretted leaving Blackpool. His fifth year was going to
be boring - it was regrettable his first attempt at breeding
basilisks failed failed, otherwise he would at least have someone,
something, to communicate openly with. The Weasleys and Hermione were
going to be curious and demanding, it would be difficult to separate
himself from their presence in Gryffindor tower. The Slytherins in
his year weren't really interesting either, what with Draco Malfoy
leading them. That boy was pathetic, hadn't a backbone at all.

Glancing around each
compartment of the Hogwarts Express, Harry finally settled for one
containing a blond girl reading a wizarding magazine upside down. His
instincts told him she was alright, so he sat down opposite her and
got a book out of his trunk, shrinking his trunk back instead of
putting it on the track provisioned for that purpose. It was a book
written in Sumerian. One of the advantages of having access to
Voldemort's knowledge was the ability to comprehend the native
written language of Salazar Slytherin's ancestors. The tome was
written in the sixteenth century by Isin Peverell, a direct
descendant of the founder and described the family history before
Salazar.

"You are Harry
Potter," stated the blond girl after five minutes.

Harry glanced at her.
Deciphering the oldest written language wasn't easy, even with all of
Voldemort's knowledge of it. "I am. And you are?"

"Luna Lovegood. Be
careful, there's a Nargle on your shoulder, don't let them steal your
thoughts."

Harry frowned slightly.
"Then I should be careful, shouldn't I?"

"Oh, you'll be
fine, Nargles don't eat runes."

A smile tugged at the
corners of his mouth. "Luckily these are cuneiforms."

Silence descended upon
the compartment, only now was the atmosphere more relaxed. Maybe
fifth year wouldn't be as bad as he feared.
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