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Carry on my Wayward Son	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18784 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hello, hello, how are we all doing? Here’s the newest chapter and the long awaited back story, I hope you enjoy it. I haven’t done Nagini and Tom’s conversation in italics because they’re the only ones talking and there’s no one else around so no room for confusion. Enjoy. The back story is all in italics except the letter.
Back Story
It hadn’t been an easy year for Harry. Umbridge was constantly on his back, the inquisitorial squad was stalking him, Cho was constantly wanting his attention, Dumbledore was hiding in his office and never coming out, not even to stop Umbridge from torturing the students, Snape constantly had him after hours for lessons which were exhausting and Harry was trying to get the students trained up in defence while at the same time trying to work out what Draco and Snape were up to. There was too much happening at once and Harry had barely had a second to himself. He’d gone to Diagon Alley in the hopes of getting some Christmas presents and heading home, but a surprise had been waiting for him when he arrived at Gringotts. Now he was standing in front of Severus’ house at Spinner’s End, not sure whether to be angry or upset, but resolved not to leave until he had his answers.
He pounded on the door and when it was answered by a rather cranky potions master Harry didn’t allow the man to say anything before he stalked into the house and threw one of the documents he’d been given that day by a Gringotts goblin at the startled man.
“What is the meaning of this, Potter? Get out of my house!” Severus snapped angrily, but Harry refused to be deterred by the man’s temper.
“Read it!” he demanded.
“Potter-”
“It is from my mother, READ IT!” Harry all but screamed at the man, closer to hysterical than he would have liked after what he’d just found out.
Severus looked legitimately shocked for a moment, whether by Harry’s outburst or what he’d said Harry didn’t know, but he recovered quickly and pulled open the letter Harry had handed him.
It was rather lengthy, but basic gist of the letter had been that Lilly was sorry she and Severus had fallen out and wished she could take it back. She told him she loved him dearly and he was still her very best friend, no matter how much time had passed. She then went on to explain that she and James had been sent into hiding because of the prophecy and she didn’t know who she could trust anymore. She told Severus she did trust him and that was why she was writing this letter now; there was something she needed him to do.
“Severus, I need you to come and get Harry from us at Godrick’s Hollow and take him away. Voldemort is coming for us and I have no doubt he will arrive soon, regardless of the measures Dumbledore has taken to ensure our safety. I know you, Severus; I know you are a good person and more than anything you are a clever and resourceful man. I know you alone have the ability to find somewhere safe for Harry to live and keep him out of danger. I beg you to do this for me, Severus, please. James and I have no hope of surviving this but Harry can and I know you will be a good father to him, better than Sirius who James wishes to be Harry’s god father. I have entrusted the original of this letter to Dumbledore and I hope it reaches you. I have also sent this copy to Gringotts to keep in my personal vault, along with my Will in case the original is lost or destroyed. The Will grants custody of Harry to you, or in the case of your unfortunate parting, to Remus. I know after all of this he probably feels that we don’t trust him anymore but I do. I trust you both more than anyone else, regardless of what James thinks. And as I am Harry’s mother my will supersedes his.
I understand you and I have had a horrible falling out and I know perfectly the animosity you hold toward James, so if you find you cannot care for Harry please pass his care along to Remus. My only living relative is my sister and I do not, under any circumstances, wish her to raise Harry. You know what she’s like and she’ll only beat him down until he feels like a worthless freak, the same thing she tried to do to me and you saved me from. I want Harry to grow up strong and confident and I know you can do that, Severus, I know you will raise my son well.
If this letter does not reach you in time and I am no longer among the living by the time you read this, know that I love you very much and I am so sorry for what happened between us. You have no idea how badly I wish I could take it back and make things right. Thank you for all your friendship and caring over the years, I hope I see you again just once before the end.
Sincerely
Your friend, Lilly”
By the time Severus was finished with the letter and had dropped onto the couch, looking for all the world like someone had stabbed him in the heart and he was slowly bleeding to death, the pain had won over the anger for Harry and he slipped down onto the floor, tears streaming from his eyes as sobs racked his body. They didn’t speak for what felt like hours and when at last the silence was broken it was by Severus’ voice.
“I never received this letter,” he said softly.
Harry looked up at the potions master with tear-filled eyes. “Why?” he asked brokenly. “She gave it to Dumbledore, why wouldn’t he have given it to you?”
Severus studied him for several moments before he said, “There are things about Dumbledore you don’t know, Potter.”
“What?” Harry asked, certain he didn’t want to know the answer but knowing he needed to.
Severus sighed and told Harry to take a moment to calm himself while Severus made tea. Harry did as he was told as best he could and when Severus returned he handed Harry a cup of tea and invited him to take a seat on the couch before settling himself on the one opposite. The pair sipped their tea in silence for a long time and when at last they’d drained their cups Severus spoke.
He told Harry about being friends with his mother as children and how difficult it was when they went to Hogwarts and were sorted into different houses. He told him about his father and how awfully James and his friends, aside from Remus, treated Severus, although Harry already knew some of that from an occlumency lesson earlier in the year, and how Harry’s mother used to defend Severus. He went on to explain the fight, how they’d fallen out as friends and how Severus consequently became friends with Lucius and joined the ranks of the death eaters.
He explained the prophecy next. How Dumbledore had heard it from Sybil and taking it as Gospel, had seen fit to inform the rest of the order, which was how Severus had overheard it and passed it along to the dark Lord, unaware that it was about Harry. He explained how he then went to Dumbledore when he learnt the truth and begged the man to protect Harry and his family. He explained Dumbledore’s agreement, on the proviso that Severus agreed to do whatever Dumbledore asked of him.
He explained how he’d found Lilly and James dead and Harry crying in his cot that night after the Dark Lord had died. He told Harry how he took him from his cot to Dumbledore, who promised to take care of Harry, and headed out to find Sirius who everyone thought was responsible for Voldemort finding them. Unfortunately he’d been beaten to the man by aurors. He then explained his fight with Dumbledore over the man’s inability to keep Harry’s family safe and the way Dumbledore then asked him to protect Harry when he came to Hogwarts.
Finally he told Harry of Dumbledore’s theory that he was a Horcrux and had to die at the hands of the Dark Lord in order Voldemort to be killed.
Harry had been hurt and furious. The man who he thought was trying to help him and look out for him had not only been lying to him for all this time and raising him to be a pig for slaughter, he’d also blatantly ignored Lilly’s wishes and hadn’t passed on her letter to Severus that would have kept Harry from having to live with the Dursleys, as well as given him other guardians to raise him. For the longest time he paced and swore and cursed the man for breathing, and surprisingly, Severus didn’t stop him. When at last he’d calmed down Harry was adamant that Dumbledore would pay. That was when Severus made him swear a magical oath before sitting him down and explaining the Dark Lord’s plan for Draco to kill the old wizard and how the man was already facing death due to a curse.
Harry had agreed to help and after doing his best to enjoy Christmas with his friends had returned to Hogwarts and began meeting with Severus and Draco in secret, once a week, when Severus was supposed to be giving Harry lessons, to plan the old bastard's downfall. It had been a difficult transition for Draco and Harry to say the least, but they'd eventually learnt to get along and even started to form a tentative friendship. That friendship had strengthened during the year, especially when the blonde Slytherin had started seeing Luna behind the backs of his parents and had told only Harry and Severus about it. The blonde Ravenclaw had even joined in their scheming to kill the headmaster, wanting to help the boy she was quickly coming to care for deeply, as well as Harry who she'd grown to think of as a brother.
As the year progressed the plot had thickened and Harry had, thanks to Severus' spying, found out who else was involved with Dumbledore’s plan for Harry. It had hurt more than Harry would ever admit when he found out Ron and Arthur were involved, but he was very pleased to learn that Molly, Ginny and the twins weren't and neither was Hermione. His relationship with Draco and Luna had only strengthened as the year had gone on and he'd slowly begun to form a close bond with Severus, which pleased him greatly.
Dumbledore's death had been all planed out and hole proof and it had been Harry's wish to take his friends and loved ones and go far away where the war wouldn't bother them once it was done.
Of course the universe had other plans and it couldn't happen that way.
In the end it had been the four of them who'd cooked up the plan for Harry to join the Dark Lord, and as much as the others didn't like it, they knew it was the best way to ensure any sort of good outcome from the war. Harry refused to fight for the light anymore, knowing how many of them had used and lied to him. But he wanted his loved ones safe and this was the only option that would give him that and keep him out of Dumbledore's clutches.
They had hoped that with Dumbledore's curse, even if they hadn't managed to kill him, he'd be dead by the end of the year. Unfortunately he'd found that fountain and rejuvenated himself, the smarmy bastard. Plan A had then been ruined thanks to Bellatrix's interruption and so it had all failed, leaving the only option for them to be rid of Dumbledore to join up with the Dark Lord; which most of them already had or were planning to do.
Severus had been badly hurt during the attack by Bellatrix and it had taken more healing than Harry liked to think about for the man to recover. Draco had disappeared and none of them had seen or heard from him since. It had them all worried but they didn't dare try and contact him in case his batshit crazy aunt was keeping an eye on his correspondence. She obviously had some issue with Severus, seeing as she attacked him, and if she knew he was sending letters to the young Malfoy it could mean danger for Draco.
Harry had gone to the Dark Lord almost as soon as he'd gotten off the train and had a spare moment, wanting to get on the man's good side and be able to put in a good word for Severus and Draco before either of them met up with Voldemort again.
XX
Voldemort was silent for a long time his expression one of deep contemplation after hearing Severus and Harry's stories of how they had come to join forces against Dumbledore. They'd discussed their story of course and created false memories to lead Voldemort to, that hid any indication of disloyalty on either of their parts. They had told him that Harry had found out about the headmaster's betrayal but not about Lilly's letter and they told him they'd only started working together for the common goal a couple of weeks before the end of the year, which was supposed to be Harry's preparation for joining Voldemort’s ranks and a gift he could bring to the Dark Lord when he presented himself to the man.
The story was as seamless as they could make it and they watched Voldemort think it over with baited breath. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the Dark Lord sighed.
"Severus, you have been one of my closest and most trusted friends for years now. I will admit I had my doubts about you when you didn't immediately come to my side upon my return but ... I value your friendship and your talents. If you swear your loyalty to me now I will accept and we can put this whole nasty business behind us," Voldemort directed and Harry sighed internally in relief.
"Of course, My Lord, I swear my loyalty to you and you alone," Severus replied with a humble bow to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort smiled. “Good. I have missed you, Severus, we really must talk more. I have told Lissy to prepare a room for you in my wing of the manor. I wish for you to remain here, at least for the time being," the Dark Lord directed.
"Of course My Lord," Severus agreed easily.
"Wonderful," Voldemort exclaimed happily and called Lissy to come and take Severus to his room. "I will see you in the morning at breakfast, sleep well," Voldemort said with a wave and Severus and Lissy disappeared from the room with a quiet pop. When they were gone Voldemort sighed and much to Harry's surprise dropped back to lie down beside Harry on the bed. He covered his face with his hands and groaned quietly before removing them and looking up into Harry's eyes. "How is your head?" He asked.
"Much better, thank you, My Lord," Harry replied, surprised by the question.
“Good." The Dark Lord sat up again, turning around to sit on the bed facing Harry. "I didn't want to hurt you this afternoon. I wish it had not been necessary, but you do understand why it was don't you?" He asked softly.
Harry nodded, looking down at his hands so the man didn't see how much his words surprised him. A hand under his chin brought his face up to meet the Voldemort's once more. "I have made you my right hand, that is a coveted position which comes with enough danger. I cannot allow the others to see you getting away with things they would not, it would only serve to make them feel more animosity toward you. You do understand, do you not?" He asked and Harry was surprised by the hopeful and concerned tone in the man's voice. It sounded as if the answer actually mattered to him, which was even more surprising than the revelation that he had actually made Harry his right hand. Harry thought it was just an excuse to give the death eaters about why they would be together so much.
Harry nodded, "Yes, My Lord," he replied.
"Good," the Dark Lord said softly, running his thumb gently over Harry's jaw in a way that made Harry want to melt into his touch. This was bad, very bad, the man was like walking seduction and Harry found himself liking it far too much.
The Dark Lord smiled all of a sudden and Harry wondered if perhaps he hadn't shielded his thoughts quiet well enough right at that moment.
"I need to be able to trust the people around me," Voldemort continued softly. "You and I have been enemies for a long time but we are no longer and I want this little alliance we've created to be beneficial to both of us. You may serve me, but I want to ensure you are also satisfied with the outcome. Dispute our differences in the past you did come to me willingly and that is important. I want to able to trust you, Harry, can I trust you?" The Dark Lord asked softly.
"Of course you can, My Lord," Harry replied honestly, because the man was right, Harry had come of his own free will and he had no intention of betraying him.
Voldemort smiled once more, "Good," he replied and pulled away, moving gracefully to his feet. "I'm afraid we missed dinner, are you hungry at all?" The Dark Lord asked.
Harry shook his head, “not overly, no," he replied.
"Very we'll then, I shall bid you goodnight and I will see you in the morning. Sleep well and if you need anything call for Lissy, all right," he said, pausing at the door and turning to look back at Harry.
"All right," Harry agreed.
"Goodnight," Voldemort said with a nod and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Harry repositioned his pillows and lay back on the bed, thinking about that last conversation. Never in his life had Harry thought he'd ever hear the Dark Lord explain his actions to anyone, least of all Harry his previously sworn enemy. Then again he'd never expected to find the man attractive and he certainly did. Harry felt himself blush and threw the covers over his head. There was no denying the man was gorgeous, frighteningly so. The way he spoke, the way he walked, everything about him was seductive. Harry wondered if he even realised it himself.
Harry sighed. At least the man wasn't spending every waking second trying to find ways to hurt Harry. And he was the Dark Lord, Harry still didn't trust him and wasn't about to fall in love with the man, so having someone who was easy to get along with and easy to look at running his life until it ended wasn't so bad really. He snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes. If nothing else it certainly beat living with the Dursleys.
Xx
Voldemort wandered down to the dungeons and made his way along to Bellatrix's cell. He got there to find the woman huddling in the corner sobbing and found the sight more than a little amusing considering he hadn't even Crucio'd her yet. She looked up as she heard his footsteps approaching and immediately moved to the front of the cell, wrapping her hands around the bars and pressing her face into a gap between two of them.
"My Lord ... My Lord, why have you thrown me in here? Have I not been a good servant? Have I not done all you have asked of me?" She sobbed pathetically.
You betrayed me, Bellatrix," he said quietly, the anger bubbling up within him as it had the moment he saw it happen in Harry's memories.
"No, My Lord, never," she denied vehemently. "I ... I love you, to the very depths of my soul, you must know that."
"Then why is Dumbledore not dead, Bellatrix?" He demanded angrily, enjoying the way she flinched at his tone. "You interfered with Severus and Draco's plan. Don’t deny it, I have seen for myself," he snapped when she opened her mouth to object. "Why, Bellatrix?" He demanded.
"I didn't trust them to see it through, My Lord. I have never trusted Severus and Draco doesn't have the spine to kill. I wanted to make sure it was done," Bellatrix explained.
"And instead you allowed him to get away!" Voldemort snarled.
"He was supposed to be weak," Bellatrix argued. "Effected by the cursed ring."
"This is Dumbledore we're talking about! You can never count on anything like that, Bellatrix, I thought you knew that by now!" Voldemort roared and the woman shrank back as she had before. "Because of your foolish actions Severus' plan was ruined, Dumbledore still lives, you nearly cost me a valuable death eater and what exactly happened to Draco?" He demanded.
“Nothing, we just removed him from the fight. I wouldn't harm my own blood," Bellatrix blubbered imploringly.
"You'll understand if I don't believe you," Voldemort shot back angrily.
“I wouldn’t!” Bellatrix all but screamed. “I love Cissy and Draco is her child. I’d never hurt her by harming him.”
Voldemort shook his head with an exasperated sigh. He really must check on the Malfoy child, perhaps tomorrow would be a good time?
“My Lord, please, I will never do anything to displease you again, I swear it. I want only to serve you. Please let me out,” the woman begged.
“I will think about it,” he replied before turning and striding away from the cell. He couldn’t make the decision right now and if he stayed here looking at her so helpless and pathetic he would curse her just so she’d actually have something to cry about. He passed Moody on his way back up, as well as the cell that held what was left of Umbridge, which wasn’t a lot. He really should check if she was still alive and have her removed from the cell if she wasn’t, but he couldn’t be bothered right now. He’d had a long day and just wanted to sleep.
He reached his room and threw his clothes off, climbing into bed and getting comfortable. Nagini, who had been in the bed already, slithered over to him and curled up to his side.
“Did you speak to the bothersome female?” she asked.
“I did,” Tom replied.
“And are you going to kill her?” Nagini asked.
“I am currently undecided on that point, my love,” he replied. “I really want to right now, but at the same time she is very useful and has never disobeyed before. Not that I am aware of anyway. Her talent for duelling and the like is something I do not wish to waste; she is singularly gifted in that area.”
“You will make the right decision,” Nagini assured him, bringing a smile to his face.
“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” he replied slipping an arm around her and cuddling her close. For a few moments everything was silent, then the snake whispered, “Tom.”
“Yes dear,” he replied softly.
“I like the hatchling, must he die?” she asked quietly.
Voldemort didn’t answer straight away, he honestly didn’t know what to say back to that. Nagini never liked anyone except him. For her to be fond enough of the boy to be concerned for his wellbeing was nothing short of miraculous. He thought about her question and wondered himself if Harry’s death was really necessary.
The prophecy said they couldn’t both live, but why not? Harry was here now, he was under Voldemort’s instruction and obeying his orders. That being the case what need was there for the boy to die? None that he could see. Perhaps he’d have to look into the prophecy further and find out if it really had merit. Harry was a valuable asset, easy on the eyes, and even though he’d never admit it to anyone he was actually starting to like the boy. While they’d been enemies he’d just wanted to kill Harry, but now that the boy was serving him and they were together so much, he was starting to see things in the boy that he liked.
In a lot of ways it annoyed him. It made him feel bad about hurting Harry and caused him to explain his actions, something he never did. He hadn’t planned to, but it had eaten at him all afternoon and he’d done it to make the annoying, nagging feeling go away. It was like he wanted the boy to like him too. That annoyed him even more, but it was true. He did like Harry and he did want Harry to like him too. If he didn’t have to kill the boy he wouldn’t. Even if he didn’t like him why waste such a magical talent? it made absolutely no sense.
“I do not know, my love,” he finally replied. “I shall look into the matter further and if I find out he does not, he will not.”
“Do you like the hatchling, Tom?” she asked after a moment’s pause.
“I do, Nagini, possibly more than I should,” he replied honestly.
She lifted her head to study him for a moment before saying. “We will research then and we will find a way to make sure he does not need to die,” she said determinedly.
Voldemort chuckled, “You are very adamant there, darling,” he commented.
Nagini just looked at him. “You like him, Tom, you don’t like anyone except your inner circle, of course I am determined to keep him,” she replied, as if he should have been expecting the answer.
He was stunned by how much her words sounded like his own thoughts about her and leant down over to kiss her snout. “I love you,” he told her with a grin, pulling her close and snuggling down to sleep.
XX
End of chapter
So there’s the back story. Was it what you were expecting? Feel free to let me know, I love hearing what you think. See you all soon.
Kayla xxoo
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