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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297597 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 59

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

Pondering what was just asked of him, Lucius looked down, rubbing a finger over his chin. After a few moments, he said, tone distracted, “I think there is a way. This is one that Evan needs to take up with his solicitor, obviously, to ensure that I'm right, but I believe there is an obscuring charm that goes on marriage licenses of those more famous that want it to stay hidden. Not only is the real name obscured, it shows a fake name. That would work for Nick and would be completely legal. If I recollect, I believe that one of the Weird Sisters did that not long ago. However, as Nick is 'real', as in you giving him history that can be traced, you may be able to pull off the ceremony without a problem. If Fudge himself performs the ceremony, it'll be legal, even if it comes out later that Nick isn't your real name. That is a viable option. As he's cozied up to Harry, I'm quite sure that he would be more than happy to do such a favor, provided it makes the paper.”
Glancing at Evan, who was grinning slightly, Voldemort then gave a slow nod. This was good. “We'll get the solicitor on it tonight and see what he can do.” Changing topics, he asked, “You know what you have to attend to tonight, yes? And are prepared? Including with an excuse of why you're at the Ministry?”
“I am ready,” Lucius assured him, looking determined. “I fully and completely plan to be there about fifteen minutes before the attack for a legitimate reason when it comes to dealing with Fudge. Never fear, I'll get him moving the way we need him to.” He assured the man.
“Good,” Voldemort said with a pleased nod. “I have plenty in place to give you a hand. Just go with what's presented.” Changing topics, he said, “Tonight I want you on the front lines, Lucius. You are to follow Evan's orders without question. He knows what he's doing. I'll be there, but tending to other matters. If the wrong people end up being alerted too quickly, I'm going to shift you outside to help tend to that. Just stay on your toes so we aren't blindsided.”
“I will,” Lucius told him with a firm nod. “Do we have a timeline for the operation or do you know? I'm asking so I know what I'm dealing with afterwards.”
“No more than a half an hour,” Voldemort told him, understanding why the question was asked. “That's the maximum time we've allotted. We anticipate it will be far less. It'll be Evan's call in the end. When he tells us he's done, we're leaving. Provided that we aren't interrupted.”
“I'll deal accordingly,” Lucius told him, honing the plan he had to handle the dance he had to do.
“We are asking that Narcissa be here when we're done to deal with her sister,” Evan said, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest. “We're not sure of her and her mental state at this point. Narcissa can help calm her down and deal with her in a way the rest of us can't.”
“You have my word that she'll be here,” Lucius told him, a determined bent to his voice. “If I may?” Seeing Voldemort gesture him to go on, he pressed forward, “Having her here before would help as well. I'm sure Bella is already anticipating what is coming. After all, this is the first time she'll be able to help with anything since coming out of prison. Narcissa can ensure she stays calm and focused.”
“That we'll have you do as well,” Voldemort told him with a firm nod. After checking to make sure that there was nothing else, he pressed on with anything Lucius may have heard at the Ministry. Even the tiniest pieces of gossip could help with what they were dealing with.

“Though I'm not exactly sure of what Albus is planning, he has something up his sleeve,” Severus told the two seated at the desk. Leaning back, crossing his legs and folding his arms over his chest, he said, “He's on a tight timeline and Mr. Potter has thrown him completely off with his reluctance to fall in line.” Looking between the two, he said, “The time we originally calculated for his death has probably been cut in half by now. The curse is working its way through his system quickly. The issue with it is that it's feeding off his magic. If he would cut back, it would slow down the rate and give him more time. He's not. I'm not certain what he is doing, but whatever it is has cut the original time, drastically. And he keeps going.”
Leaning forward, hands clasped on the desk, Voldemort asked, “So, if we keep making him burn through his magic, he'll be out of our hair far sooner?”
“Oh yes,” Severus nodded. “He's living off Pepper-Up at this point and it's not helping much. In the last week or so, he's put out feelers to me about finding something stronger. I'll manage, of course, but it won't help him much and will probably just hasten his demise.”
Smirking at that tidbit of information, Voldemort gave a pleased nod. They could most certainly use this to their advantage. And he planned to, that's for damned sure. Anything they could use to help, he would employ. Changing tracks, he asked, “Any idea what he's planning for when it comes to Yule break? We know he has something concocted, just not what it might be.”
Looking down, Severus blew out a breath and thought it over. Quietly, he said, “I'm not sure. All I have are guesses myself. I know he's planning to have as many as he can guarding that Prophecy. He even wants me to. The rest—the only thing I keep picking up on is him trying to get back in Mr. Potter's good graces by having everyone at Grimmauld Place.” Eyes flickering to Black, who was standing behind Potter with his arms crossed over his chest, he added, “He's trying to get everyone close to Mr. Potter there. I'm sure that has to do with Albus trying to push everyone to get Mr. Potter to do what he wants. It's my thought that he doesn't realize how many have backed away from him or no longer believe what he's saying. The Weasleys still do, at least Molly and Arthur. I'm certain he'll employ that to the best of his ability. It's my feeling he'll work with the younger ones as well.”
Snorting and grinning, Evan shook his head. “Let him try,” was all he said, not giving up what he knew about the younger ones.
Smirking, Voldemort asked, “Is there more to it?” He assumed there was and wanted to know what it was.
“Some,” Severus said, curious about what the two knew, but knowing better than to ask. He assumed he would figure it out as time went on. “Lupin has already turned him down when it comes to returning for the hols. He made some excuse, from what I was told, and danced around the real issue, but was clear.” Eyes flicking to Black once more, he added, “He's waiting on Black's response. Though he's planning that he will jump at the chance to spend time with Mr. Potter. It's my thought that he's going to get with everyone privately to push Mr. Potter to reverse stances or even give up more of what's really going on. I have no real proof, but with as short as his time is, he has to do something.”
“We'll deal accordingly,” Voldemort told him with a nod, pleased with even the conjecture that Severus could provide. As the man was around Albus more than they were, his guesses were fairly sound when it came to the foundation he built them on. He would take that for what it meant and have Harry stay alert. Changing topics, he said, “Tonight I'm assigning you to help keep watch over some of the ones that still have issues after Azkaban. Mostly, I want you to focus on Bella.” Knowing Snape liked being involved in the action, he added, “I'm doing this for a reason. Albus is going to guess you were there when he gets word of what we've done. If you aren't involved in the flying spells, he's not as likely to have issues over what happened. Plus, this way you can give up what happened without fear of reprisals over helping.”
Giving a slow nod after taking that in, Severus could see the reasoning behind it. After pondering it, he asked, “I take it there is a reason we are doing this and Albus is involved? Is there anything I need to prepare for or just watch it play out?”
“There is,” Voldemort nodded. “I won't tell you going in. As it plays out, you'll understand why. It's an area you're going to have to use your initiative to deal with. However, I can say that if the old man gets too overt in his manipulations or it's something we need to know he's pulling, you need to get word to me. Of course, you know how to do that.”
Though plenty was left unsaid when it came to the true goals of this mission, Severus understood that it was big. That had him on edge and wary of what it could unleash. He didn't like that or what could come of it. All he hoped was that he wasn't drawn into the middle of a nightmare over it or that the old man would make his life worse than what it presently was with some outlandish scheme.

Pacing before his chair, Voldemort looked at those assembled. Most there already had their masks on and were ready to go. Others, like Bella, refused to wear those. There was an almost electric atmosphere in the room that seemed to crackle with apprehension and anticipation. All that most of them knew was that this was big, really big. The ones assembled were the top ranking of his Death Eaters, all but those that were in Azkaban, in the group of those he was working with that were the best at what they did. That alone told them this was huge.
Stopping, he looked around then said, tone and voice ringing clear to all of them, “We are small in numbers tonight. That, though, means nothing. All of you are ones I trust the most and are more than capable of tending to the task we are going to handle. Some of you will be assigned to help, others to watch. Watching is not a sign of my displeasure, but a needed area. We are on a tight timeline for pulling this off.” Gesturing to Evan, he said, “And Lord Raidodamort is the one that will lead this mission. You are all to take orders from him and go about it the way he dictates. I will be there, of course, but fulfilling another role. You will answer to him and follow his orders just like you would me. Keep in mind, he knows just what he's doing and has planned this for a while. If you see anything off or there are issues, report to Titus, Barty or myself. Understood?” He then nodded to the chorus of 'yes, my Lords'.
Stepping forward, bowing respectfully, Bella asked, “What mission are we on?” She was already twitching in anticipation of what they would do, assuming it was huge and she could do what she did best in the last war once more.
Smirking, Voldemort gestured to Evan and waited.

Stepping forward, Evan looked around then said, tone clear, “We are attacking Privet Drive.” Grinning ferally at the astonished sounds, he pressed on, ignoring what was there. “The Blood Wards that Dumbledore touts are gone, long gone. They fell last year. Our mission is to let the people that live in that disgusting house know of our displeasure with them. I will concentrate on Vernon. Bella, you take Petunia. Lucius, you tend to Dudley. We don't want them killed, of course, but to feel our wrath. Can you do that?” He then chuckled at not only the familiar chorus, but what could only be termed a happy cackle from Bella. Though he was sure that plenty wanted to know the why behind the mission, he wouldn't give that up. Just what it was.
Pressing on, he said, “The squib that lives down the street, the one that reports to Dumbledore, won't be home tonight. That should give us the time we need. I want us to take no longer than a half an hour. Not a second more. We aren't certain what the old man has set up for the house and if there are alerts, so we need all of you keeping watch to stay vigilant for anything. One hint of company we don't want and you sound the alarm so we can get out. What we don't want is anyone surprising us. Understood?” Hearing the same chorus again, he nodded. Once more, he stated, “No more than a half an hour. At the end, we burn the house to the ground, though making sure all in it are not harmed by the fire.” Heart now hammering in his chest, he was ready to press on. It was time and they needed to get it done for the rest to play out.

As far as Vernon Dursley was concerned, his life was perfect at this point. For over a year, they hadn't been burdened with that freak of a nephew of theirs. Dudley was doing as expected in school. Of course, his grades weren't spectacular, but, then again, his weren't either when he attended. That didn't matter. After all, he didn't want a swotty son with his nose buried in a book all the time. Dudley had friends, could box, all of that. He was doing fine in his job, making plenty of money and even had a new company car. Petunia handled everything they needed. Just perfect. That was until his front door seemed to explode.
Standing, sputtering, not sure what was going on, he found himself face to face with looming figures in masks, all brandishing wands. Not sure what to do or think, he sputtered, motioning his wife and son behind him. Blustering, trying to edge towards the phone to call for help, he snarled, “The boy isn't here! If you want that freak, you'll have to go to that worthless place your lot calls a school to get him.”
“We know right where your nephew is, Vernon,” Evan told him. Grinning, he lifted his mask and looked at his uncle, cowering aunt and cousin. Perfect. He would get his revenge and advance their agenda all in one fell swoop. That was what he wanted. With a flick of his wrist, he pinned all three to the wall, spread eagled.
Focusing on Vernon, he stepped forward, motioning the others that would help closer, then said, tone smooth but having a knife's edge to it, “We need to have a nice long talk, Vernon. You're going to tell all of us about what your nephew's life was like. If you don't or lie about it, this will happen.” Then he shot off a mild Crucio that had the fat whale shrieking in agony. “Now, since you know what kind of pain I can inflict, we need to start listening to what you have to say. If you don't talk or tell the truth, not only are you going to feel a more painful version of what I just did, so are your wife and son.” With that, he motioned for Bella and Lucius to throw the first round of that particular Unforgivable.
Cackling happily, Bella obliged, focusing on the horse-faced woman and relishing in her pain filled screams.
Lucius, too, shot one off at the pig of a boy, smirking at the sound it produced.
Watching Vernon's face as the two felt the curse, Evan grinned bigger. “We are serious, Vernon. Now, how about we start with the boot cupboard under the stairs. Why don't you tell us all about that?” Wand leveled on his uncle, Evan waited.
Sputtering, pale, unable to move, Vernon's piggy eyes darted all over. Trying to think how to get out of this, he was coming up with nothing. Not only was there no way to call for help, the pain from the spell was something he would remember forever. Then there was the fact that his wife and son felt the same thing. Looking at the blond there, seeing the evil glint in those eyes, then glancing around to the others there before landing on the snake-like looking 'person', Vernon thought it was best to talk. After they were out of this, though, he vowed the boy was never going to come back in his house again, ever. It was his fault this was happening and Vernon wouldn't tolerate his presence ever again.

Walking out of the house after Tom, Bella and Lucius levitated the limp, in pain Dursleys out, depositing them on the front lawn, Harry looked back at the house that he had grown up in. It was a place he hated with every ounce of his being. He relished the torture he had just inflicted on his uncle and how the other two who had spent their life torturing him had suffered as well. Now came the icing on the cake.
Looking at Tom, who was smirking then gave a brief nod, Harry leveled his wand at the house. With deliberate precision, he set it on fire, making sure to do it in such a way that no matter how fast the fire trucks got there, the house would be lost. Grinning as it caught fire, the whole house seeming to be engulfed, he then cast the Dark Mark over the house. That, more than anything else they had done, was going to set off the events they needed. Perfect. Just perfect!
Lowering his wand, watching the house he hated so much burn, he straightened up then said, “We leave!” Turning around, he looked at the smirking Tom and nodded. Hearing the cracks of Apparation as the rest left, Harry waited until everyone but Tom and Sirius were left then nodded. Turning, he Apparated away, feeling wonderful. Yes, part of it was the Dark magic he had used, something that always caused pleasure, but it was more. It was the revenge and knowing he would never have to return to that awful place again. Good!

Standing in Tom's office while the man was talking to some of his Death Eaters about what had gone on and preparing others, Sirius looked at his godson. Harry was seated at the desk in his normal place with a big grin on his face. There was something about that grin Sirius didn't like, but he was dealing. That wasn't what he was worried about, though. What his mind focused on was what was said by Vernon and Petunia. He had read the articles in the paper the summer before, of course, and wondered how much was true and what was embellished. Even Harry said part of it was overstated. However, what he heard told him there was plenty there that was beyond rotten and horrific. And he wanted to know just how much was real and how much was brought on by the curses thrown.
Clearing his throat, he asked, voice hushed, “How much of what was said was real? Like about the cupboard.”
“All of it,” Harry told Sirius honestly, taking a sip of the drink that an elf had brought. Leaning back and crossing his legs, he shrugged, “They weren't lying. I don't think they really thought what they were doing was that horrible, either. Oh, they wouldn't have wanted anyone to find out, of course, especially those they were trying to impress, but I was a freak that was less than human. I think, from their mentality and what they said tonight, they thought they were justified in doing such things.” Shrugging, he said, “It doesn't matter.”
Staring at Harry, feeling a fury well up in him, one that had started to build when he listened in to what was said in that house, Sirius then groaned. Leaning his head back, he shut his eyes. “Bloody hell,” he breathed. “How much did people know? Especially Albus.”
Snorting, Harry said, tone dry though having a thread of anger to it, “He knew, Sirius. He knew just what they were like. My first Hogwarts letter was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. Don't tell me he didn't know. He's just tried to justify it or force me back, even though he knew how bad it was. Everyone saw how thin I was when I left there. Then there was the article in the paper. I'm sure he knew almost all of it.”
“And he forced you to go back,” Sirius said, more of a statement than the question it was intended to be.
“If I didn't and was with people that would look out only for me, I wouldn't be his pet lemming that would do his bidding,” Harry told him. Shaking his head, he said, “The question is moot now. It'll come out after this mess and he’ll have to deal with what he's done. I also got my revenge and won't have to ever go back. That's all that matters, doesn't it?”
“Rotten arse bastard,” Sirius seethed, looking murderous. Groaning, he rubbed a hand over his face. “That was bullshite! All of it!”
“And he'll pay as well,” Harry told him with a grim smile. That smile growing, he added, “After tonight, there won't be a damned thing he can do to play with my life other than his attempted manipulations. As we know all about those, it won't work either. He'll think they will, but they won't. We're all on to him and won't let it. On top of that, through his own stupidity, he's brought on his own death. I call that justice.”
Once more looking at his godson, Sirius thought it over then gave a slow nod. “True.” Grinning a little himself, he said, “I imagine he's not liking the news someone will have delivered by now either.”
“Oh, he's in a right panic, that I'm sure of,” Harry grinned, chuckling softly. “And there is nothing he can do. At all. We've made sure of it.”
“Revenge is sweet,” Sirius added softly. He didn't like much of what his godson had become or who he was attached to, but, finally, Sirius understood why. For the first time, he really did. And, honestly? He couldn't blame him a damned bit. One could only take so much before they took a different path. Harry had done that. In doing so, he had saved himself. And he was happy. Sirius supposed that was all that mattered. Though he didn't like some of this, or what he saw tonight when it came to what Harry did to Vernon, he would continue to stand by him all the way. Harry needed him, probably more than he realized, and he would be there. He couldn't change the path he was on, but he could do this and would. That he vowed.
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