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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 66

Beta'd by Tenchi (love you, woman!)
With help from Lynn.

With a heavy sigh, Harry rubbed his gritty eyes then stared down at his books and parchment. Because of the hearing, he was a tad behind. As he didn’t like being behind, he was attempting to get caught up so he didn’t feel overwhelmed since more work was coming. He had already knocked out the easy stuff, which left him with just two more assignments to go; one for Transfiguration and one for Runes. The Runes bit he was tending to now. Transfiguration would come next. If he couldn’t manage Transfiguration by tonight, he’d take it with and tend to it at the Abbey.

It was just after tea and everyone was busy with whatever. Most were either in detention, for those unfortunate enough to have been caught, in the library or various other places with friends. As it was cold outside, everyone tended to stay in the castle. He was just thankful the Common Room was quiet for now. There were a few in here with him, yes, but not the sheer numbers as it drew closer to curfew. That was fine with him as he could concentrate on his work and not other distractions. Oh, he needed the peace and quiet for a time, that’s for damned sure! Not only was being behind in his classes bothering him, but the almost unending bombardment of people wanting to know what was going on, them trying to offer help and whatnot was making him completely mental. And igniting his temper. Some he understood, like the Weasleys and Hermione as they were considered friends. Others it was because they just wanted to gossip. The last kind—he was rather snappish with them though not overly hostile. However, if they didn’t let up, it would grow to overt hostility. He didn’t need them making a tricky situation all the worse. Though he would give them a few more days to either get a clue or focus elsewhere, if they persisted, he would end up snarling aplenty.

Just as he was seriously into his Runes homework, he heard someone clear their throat. Hoping it wasn’t someone just wanting to annoy him, he glanced up and felt relieved it was just Ginny taking a seat by him. As she held plenty of books herself, he assumed she wanted to study as well. With a nod to her, he relaxed slightly. She wasn’t apt to drive him barmy or press too much.

“It’s quieter over here than with those in my year. Hope you don’t mind, Harry,” she explained as she settled in.

“That’s fine,” Harry nodded, grabbing his notes for the class to try to find a bit of information he needed.

As she spread out, finding what she needed, she asked quietly, “Are you doing fine with everything? I mean—the last few days have been really stressful for you.”

Harry stopped what he was doing then looked over at her and gave a small smile. Without even thinking about it, he told her, “I’m good, no worries there.” Then he lowered his voice and told her, “Honestly? It’s a big worry off my shoulders when it comes to plenty. I’m fully in control of what I do and where I go now. No one can force anything on me and I’m shut of the Dursleys forever. That alone—doubt I have to explain the why behind that.”

“You don’t,” Ginny agreed. “I bet it feels better, honestly. Might hurt a tad that they no longer want you around, despite the relationship, but it’s what you need.”

“Doesn’t hurt, honestly,” Harry told her with a shake of his head. “I’m probably relieved as I won’t have anything more to do with them as they are to be shut of me.”

“That’s fine too, you know,” She assured him, reaching over to put her hand over his and gave it a squeeze. “If I was in your position, I’d probably feel the same way.”

“Thanks,” Harry told her with a small smile that he didn’t have to force.

As she started her homework, she asked softly, “Have you sorted through where you’re going to live and all that? I know mum and dad want you to stay with us, but I doubt you would like it.”

“No offense, but I have other plans. I appreciate the offer, want that out there, but I’d rather go with my plans.”

“None taken,” she told him with a bit of a smile. Then she lowered her voice and leaned closer to him, adding, “I was going to suggest you not anyway. Mum and dad—they’re doing what they think is right, not understanding about Dumbledore or plenty of other bits. You don’t want to end up in a position like that. I’m sure he would use it to pull some sort of stunt with you, Harry. Stay away from anything people suggest and go with what you want.”

“I agree,” he nodded, glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention. “He’s behind almost all of it, I’m sure. Not going to walk myself into something he can use to manipulate me. My plan is to stay as far away from that end as I can when not in school.”

“Good,” Ginny nodded, pleased he seemed like he was protecting himself from so much. “You going to stay with Nick over the hols then?”

“That’s the plan,” Harry told her with a smile. “No one can get to me there.”

“Perfect then,” she told him. Picking up her Runes text, she then flipped it open to their assignment and held it out to him, asking about something she didn’t understand.

Happy this didn’t end up some long, drawn out whatever, Harry leaned over to take a look at what she was asking about then began to explain.

Albus wasn’t at all happy with so much. With so little time left, he had to put plenty in place, fast. Today had just brought more bad news for him. Sirius refused to come back, period. His letter said he had plans and those were staying with Harry. With no leverage to coerce him into returning, he needed to resort to other means. That he would start the following day.

With so much going on and his mind focused on other areas, he had issues with remembering plenty. Though certain the curse played into the trouble, he couldn’t be sure. Instead, he had to rely on notes he had taken on some areas and resorted to retrieving a copy of Harry’s class schedule to plan what he needed to do. Then he had to take on writing out plans for various people, especially Severus, for what needed to come after he was gone, if it got that far. His hope was to end this over Christmas.

Hand trembling, he picked up a copy of plans he wrote out early that morning and gave a morose sigh. Yes, one of the sacrifices was about to come. While he felt guilty over the impending death and the anguish and hardship it would cause the family, there was no way around this. Harry needed to focus on the right thing and this would manage it. He just hoped the Weasleys had something in place to provide for themselves in addition to Arthur’s pension once he was gone. While there would end up contributions from plenty, they would need more. It was his hope this would push Harry in the right direction and how he wanted him.

Once he read over what was written, he picked up Harry’s schedule and looked it over. Now he just had to plan for the perfect time. While the Order was guarding the Hall of Prophecy after business hours, he didn’t want the grand spectacle this would end up if the vision came in the middle of the day. Though he wanted certain people around, such as Miss Granger since she would do what he expected of her, he didn’t want the whole school witnessing it either. He also had to plan around his own limitations and how tired it would make him. It was best to do it before curfew, though at a time when there were minimal other students around to bear witness.

After putting the schedule down, he leaned back with a tired sigh. With his limited time, this had to come, fast and was plenty complicated. It was also time to dole out jobs to plenty to tend to after he was gone. While he wanted to end it before he was gone, there was no guarantee it would happen.

With a glance around at all the papers on his desk, his brow then furrowed. Fingers starting to drum on the arm of his chair, an idea formed. Yes, this could do what he needed. It wouldn’t end Tom over the hols, but the push of Arthur’s death then his own where Harry could see… yes it would get Harry back on the track he needed him on.

Now galvanized, he straightened up then grabbed a vial of the potion he bought from a reliable source and downed it. There was now much work to do and planning, something he could manage. The time had come to push for this all he could. Starting the following day, he had plenty of people to talk to and missions to dole out. Then the visions would come. A small distraction of the right source for Harry and his friends and he would have what he needed. The time had come and he now knew just what to do. While there was guilt and the fear of dying not having the new Light Lord at least poised to do what was needed, he felt confident he was taking a decisive step that would end the war within months. After all, an angry Harry, one who hurt, could be driven very easily how they wanted him. He would do just that. If he had to sacrifice someone else, he would. The time for playing was over.

“He’s up to something big,” Harry told Tom as he sprawled on their bed tending to homework. His soon to be husband was relaxing before they went to bed, like normal. He just wanted this done and out of the way since they had plenty to tend to the following day.

“When isn’t he?” Tom asked with a snort and roll of his eyes as he relaxed. “It’s just a matter of figuring out what. Severus doesn’t know either, other than it relates to you. With him? I won’t hazard to guess what it is.”

“I’ll be in the middle before we do,” Harry then groused, putting the finishing touches on his homework. Tossing it onto the bedside table when done, he flopped on his back and groaned. ‘Not a position I want to be in, honestly.”

“Go with it the best you can,” Tom shrugged. “Yell for help if you need it then we’ll go from there. Any hints will help us anyway,” he then admitted. “The first move, whatever it is, will probably end up plenty overt and give us what we need. He doesn’t have the time left to do the normal.”

“Which is good,” Harry muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “The faster we’re shut of him, the better off we’re going to be.”

“No argument there,” Tom grinned. When he finished his drink, he stood then walked over and flopped on the bed by Harry. Giving his hair a tug, he slipped an arm around him, holding him close. “Just go with the flow the best you can when it happens then we’ll deal from there.”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Harry muttered, pressing closer to his lover. “Not sure why as we can handle him, but that plenty of chaos is coming.”

“Probably is,” Tom admitted with a sigh. “He’s caused plenty and still plans to so he can ensure you do what he wants.”

“Barmy old goat,” Harry groused, shutting his eyes.

“Oh yes,” Tom agreed with a groan. “We’ll be shut of him soon. The work won’t end there, but it’ll be easier.”

“Easier is good,” Harry sighed.

“Very true,” Tom smiled. “We’ll manage, whatever it is.” Then he began asked about the normal.

Just after tea the following night, when he got word Arthur was in place watching the door to the Hall of Prophecy, Albus checked where Harry and his friends were with a spell. Thankfully, they were up in the mostly empty common room. With a sigh, knowing what he had to do, he then turned to one of the paintings which had a duplicate down in the Department of Mysteries. It was time. He sent the signal that would release the snake, though no one would know that’s what he did. With a spell, he tracked the creature and knew when it was right about to go after Arthur. With a tired groan, knowing what it would take out of him, he stood and shuffled to the other room then began to plant the vision. It wouldn’t be but a few seconds work, but would end up more than enough to do what he needed.

Harry, Ginny, Ron, the twins and Hermione were settling down in front of the fireplace in the Common Room after tea to tackle homework. By now, all of them were overwhelmed with it, so they wanted to knock it out. Though others were around, they were the quiet sort who were studying as well. The louder ones weren’t around yet, still off doing whatever, thankfully.

As he pulled out his book, the only bit he still had to tend to and was thankful he caught himself up, Harry was talking quietly to Hermione about the translation they were still tending to, though it had taken a backseat to schoolwork. As he listened to what she had to say, he felt like his head was about to explode then the vision came. Leaning forward, head clutched in his hands as the searing pain engulfed it, he watched the vision play out, not sure what to do. Eyes watering from the pain, he panted heavily as he watched the snake go after Arthur Weasley, biting him. While he heard plenty of commotion around him, he focused on the vision the best he could with a brain that felt like it was melting.

Though only a few seconds passed when it came to the vision, enough to watch Arthur being bitten and convulsing from the bite, it felt like hours to Harry. When it finished, he leaned forward and puked again, eyes tearing and the pain almost unbearable. Unlike the last vision, something he knew was fake, this he wondered about. Was it real in some way or just another fake one? He didn’t know. Dumbledore was behind it, no doubt, but did he implant a scene that might be coming true? That was the question.

Slowly, he began to focus back on what was going on around him. The commotion was loud, from more than just those close. Then Professor McGonagall was in front of him, looking concerned. Knowing this was a plan by the old man, he wanted to see where it played out and to follow what he wanted since he didn’t see the harm or how he was directly involved.

When he heard the Professor say his name after she crouched down in front of him, handing him a bowl she conjured, he clutched onto it then sputtered out what he had seen. He didn’t need to look around to get an idea of how it was taken. All the Weasleys in the school were around him and he knew what they would think. Still shaking and in pain, he then leaned forward and puked again, cold sweat beading on his body.

White as a sheet, Minerva had Ron and Fred help Harry to his feet then began to send off multiple messages. While Harry was in pain, he could wait and the pain killers brought to him. What she needed now was for Albus to find out if the vision was true. If it was, to get Arthur help. Keeping a soothing tone for all, glancing around at the stunned faces in the Common Room, she led them out, planning to get to the Headmaster’s office as fast as she could manage.

Actually flopping down on the bench by Malfoy, still shaking a little from the pain draught he ingested earlier, he had a harder time lighting his fag than normal. Yeah, this wasn’t good.

“Potter?” Draco asked, brow creased with worry, wondering what happened. He had heard there was some sort of commotion in the House of the Lions then Dumbledore ended up involved, but that was all. No one really saw anything, so he was curious.

“Another fake vision,” Harry grumbled after taking a deep drag off his ciggie with a sigh of relief. “Well, implanted vision, let’s say. This one wasn’t fake from what I can tell.”

“What did it show?” Draco asked, now more curious than ever. He also didn’t understand how it could be implanted and not fake. That he wanted to understand.

“Arthur Weasley being attacked by Nagini,” Harry sighed, taking another long drag, willing his hands to stop trembling so much. “Wasn’t her as I know right where she is and the Dark Lord wouldn’t send her on a mission like this, but it was an attack of some kind by a snake.”

“Was it real? Is that what you mean?” Draco asked, not sure what this could mean.

“It was real,” Harry muttered softly, shaking his head. “Ended up in the Headmaster’s office after it was done and listened to him contact plenty of people. We had to wait a bit, but learned it was real.”

“So the old goat had Weasley attacked?” Draco asked, astonished after it fully sunk in. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“It sure as hell looks like it was him setting it up.” Harry groused. “He has to be the one sending the visions, as we discussed before. Only thing I can come up with is this is another way to draw me in and have me focus on the Hall of Prophecy. Whatever he has cooked up for this involves that place.”

“Is Weasley fine, do you know?” Draco asked, wondering what all this could mean for plenty.

“Don’t know,” Harry told him honestly with a shake of his head. “Last I heard was he went to St. Mungos. Everyone is still in the castle, but highly upset. It’s going to end up a wait and see thing there.”

“Bloody hell,” Draco breathed, not sure what to make of this. “And this is supposed to be the good guy here.”

“He’s not,” Harry snorted, lighting another fag with the end of the one he had just finished. “Despite what he tries to delude himself into thinking.”

“He’s no better than a straight up murderer if he’s the one who set this up,” Draco snarled, taking a long drag off his ciggie. “I mean, he just...”

“Sacrificed someone for the Greater Good,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes. “How he’ll think of it. It’s all for the Greater Good and the right thing to do.”

“Bollocks,” Draco snorted, rolling his eyes. “Weasley was in no danger except for being loyal to that old goat.”

“Exactly,” Harry nodded. “He won’t see it that way, though. After all, in war sacrifices happen. What he’ll see this as.”

“Wanker,” Draco snapped, using a word he rarely did. “With ‘good guys’ like him, the world doesn’t need bad guys.”

“No arguments there.” Harry sighed, finishing his butt. Leaning back, eyes shut, he just groaned. It was bound to end up a long night.
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