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11/05/2012

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Weapon LXXI I Killed Them

Voldemort sat in a comfy conjured chair and watched Harry sleep. The young man's hair was going everywhere and his wings took up more space than should be possible, but he was sleeping soundly with no tremors or nightmares or thoughts of what he'd just done. The Dark Lord would have lain with his mate, embracing him but he needed to think.

Whenever anyone, light or dark, killed, they had to somehow justify it to themselves. If they didn't, they'd drive themselves crazy. For some it wasn't difficult, for others it required a lot of thought. As a Dark Lord he'd come to terms with killing a long time ago and he barely thought about the lives he either directly took or those that through his actions he caused to die. Harry would not be able to accept his personal justification; 'they are lesser beings who should be honoured to die by my hand' was not something that would sit well with his beloved.

He couldn't even impress upon Harry that the deaths had been self-defence. The Muggles had definitely deserved no less but how Harry now justified it to himself, how he accepted the fact that he had killed in cold blood that was something else. Perhaps though...

Red eyes raked over Harry's form. He could suck him down Voldemort thought, internally cringing at the vampiric tone of his musing. He could pleasure Harry so much so that he was completely empty by the time he woke up and completely sated. It would leave the younger man feeling lethargic with satisfaction and would make him feel happy but it could also completely alter his perception of his actions...

No... The Dark Lord sighed after considering the idea a few moments longer. No matter how much fun that would be, it would not do for Harry to associate killing with sexual gratification. It would not be healthy and realistically for the future the Dark Lord wasn't sure he would have the stamina... He would have to help Harry come to terms with killing in another way.

:Good,: the whisper was almost under his sharp hearing. :We would not have allowed that.:

"I don't suppose you have any suggestions?"

:No, this one is difficult for us as well.:

Voldemort sighed. That the Muggles deserved to die was established. But when one cared about life as Harry did, how did you justify that to yourself? It was not combat, it was not self-defence. It was... Ah... That was it. It was desire. It was an expression of hatred.

The Dark Lord looked over at his sleeping mate. Trust him to be complicated. Where usually one reason worked for him to justify killing, he rather thought Harry would require several and which one used would depend on the situation. Self-defence was easy. Combat was also fairly simple. Dumbledore could teach Harry those reasons. Desire though, that was something only the Dark Lord could teach. Most would think it wrong to kill because you desired it, Voldemort thought nothing of it. Killing was an expression of power and after those Muggles had hurt Harry so much, it was natural that Harry desired to show his power over them. And he had, in the most vicious and final way possible.

And that was how he would have to teach his beloved to accept killing this time...

So first he would have to wait for Harry to wake up, then he could explain killing and how to justify it, and then he could screw his beloved into the mattress... if he had time. The Dark Lord resisted the urge to growl. As always the consideration would be about time... So if he had the time now and did not wish to sleep yet, then he should begin to make some plans for the future.

"Which of my Death Eaters do you trust the most?" Voldemort asked aloud. "Which of my Inner Circle," he added the clarification.

:Dolohov,: the Shadows replied without hesitation. :He is wholly your creature.:

"Good," The Dark Lord agreed before he reached out, feeling for Antonin's dark mark to summon the man to him. Some of the former Azkaban inmates were lodged in his stronghold and Dolohov was one so he responded to the summons quickly.

Antonin had been planning a minor raid for the first full moon in November when he was summoned. Fenrir was busy fighting for ascendency, but there were other members of his pack who were more than willing to be herded in werewolf form to attack. The exact details would be worked out later, as the older Death Eater knew from experience when the Dark Lord summoned you, it was best to respond quickly.

Like most of the Inner Circle, he had been admitted into the outer chambers of the Serpent Lord's chosen quarters. The initial room was rather odd. It was completely bare. Stone and timber inlaid the floor and the walls, but they were not in patterns, instead it was almost as if each was a sample. They were samples, Antonin realised as he looked around, realising that his Lord merely transfigured the raw materials in the outer chamber into whatever he wanted when he allowed people into it.

The summons was repeated and the older Death Eater stared at the door. The Dark Lord never allowed anyone into the inner chambers. Those who did venture there did not leave alive. "Antonin," he heard his name called, and he could also hear the slightest note of exasperation. He stepped up to the door. "My Lord."

"Come in, Antonin," the reply was immediate.

Dolohov knew he was one of the Serpent Lords most trusted Death Eaters. He knew he had not failed his master. He knew in his heart that he would follow Voldemort into hell itself, but he still gulped at the summons into the Dark Lord's most private chambers. He was controlled enough to suppress any tremors as he entered, stepping through the door but avoiding moving further into the room.

Voldemort barely glanced at Antonin as he entered, but he was impressed and reassured. The man was suitably nervous at his invitation into one of his Master's most private chambers, but he was composed enough to hide that well and even through his nerves he was curious. His eyes moved discretely taking in everything, though they did keep returning to Harry's wings.

Dolohov was almost hyper aware as he entered the room. He saw things he would never have noticed otherwise. The door had seven locks and was the only entry. The carpet was thick and even with his stout boots he sank into it, almost as if walking in long grass. The room was large, but the bed dominated it though there were also two chairs before a large fire place. In the centre of the mantelpiece there was an old cup that called to him, but it vanished in shadow before he got a good look at it. Light seemed to be sourceless and scarce and as his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could not help but note that there was a winged something sleeping in the bed... Something his Lord was sitting in a third chair watching with an oddly fond gaze.

"Come in, Antonin," Voldemort repeated, gesturing vaguely to a spot near him. The implication was obvious and Dolohov moved as freely as he could to stand where indicated. As he moved he tried to make out what exactly was sleeping in the Dark Lord's bed... apparently with his full consent and knowledge given the way the red eyes were avidly watching the figure. At first whatever it was looked like nothing more than a blob of blackness but as Dolohov's brown eyes adjusted to the light he could see that there were feathers there. Many, many glossy black feathers arranged into absolutely huge wings. He'd only ever seen wings that large on winged horses... or a Gryphon. But while his Lord had rather odd tastes and perhaps a serpent might have slept there, no other animal would. The bulk beneath those wings was not enough to be either animal... With a small start that he tried to suppress the old Death Eater realised the figure beneath those wings was human.

"I'm assigning you a long term mission," Voldemort began before he watched Antonin with an indulgent smile. The Death Eater was paying attention to him but his attention kept wandering. He was discreet about it, but he was very curious as to who was sleeping in the bed. In the past the Dark Lord had indulged his more carnal desires but never in his private chambers. The presence of someone in his bed either indicated extreme favour or blood rite sacrifice and sacrifices were not allowed to sleep comfortably. Currently Harry was lying on his stomach, his wings obscuring most of his body and his head was resting on his arms, which partially hid his face.

"My Lord," Dolohov replied, somewhat distracted. "What would be the mission?"

"Acquisition."

"Who or what, my Lord?"

Voldemort nodded. Antonin was wise enough to realise the mission could be for either. "Potter," the Dark Lord said shortly. "I have expressed my interest in him often enough, and the fact that I do not wish him tortured or maimed but delivered unto me whole. The Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix expect him to fight and have spent the summer training him for this purpose. I'm informed they have taken him as an Auror Apprentice."

Antonin frowned. "He will be a difficult acquisition, my Lord."

"He will be," Voldemort agreed and then had to suppress a smile when Harry chose that moment to shift in his sleep, rolling slightly and moving one arm, which now gave Dolohov an unobscured view of his profile. The Serpent Lord saw the exact instant recognition dawned on his servant's face and was fascinated at the play of emotion. Usually the older Death Eater was collected, but his control was stretched as he tried to assimilate this knowledge.

Surprise was evident of course, followed by confusion. There was a brief glimmer of understanding that was quickly drowned by bafflement. Resentment flared but just as the understanding had been drowned it too was suppressed, this time by clear bemusement.

"Dolohov," the Dark Lord prompted as if he had not noticed anything amiss. He trusted Antonin but even those he trusted could make mistakes. So far, his reactions had been honest, but now that he knew, things could change.

Visibly Dolohov gathered himself. With the barest flick of his eyes towards Harry, he addressed his Lord. "I understand some of this my Lord," he began, his voice firm. "But I would be arrogant to believe that I knew all."

"Understand?"

"I understand why your plans have called for such leniency against the Ministry at this time, my Lord."

"And what don't you understand?"

Dolohov blinked and unconsciously relaxed slightly. From his Lord's tone, he had passed some sort of test. After he'd been released from Azkaban and it was as if nothing had changed, he had thought his faith in his Lord was beyond testing, beyond doubt. In the instant he had recognised Harry Potter, sleeping as calm as can be in his Lord's private chambers he had known his faith could still be tested. All sorts of theories had crossed his mind, most of them dealing with the thought that what he saw was not real but he had seen the soft look on his Lord's face and it was a look he last remembered gracing the face of a young Tom Riddle when he had looked up at the castle of Hogwarts. It was the exact same face and Antonin had known this was real, Harry Potter was really sleeping in the Dark Lord's bed and he had absolutely no idea how or why this had come to be. It would be best to be honest in answering his Lord's questions. Voldemort knew when he was lied to and attempting to speculate would only be wrong. "I do not understand how he can be here, my Lord or why he is here."

Voldemort smiled. "It is a rather long story but suffice to say, I showed him the truth and in return he will give me the world."

"Then I do not understand why you need him acquired... Wait," Dolohov absolved his own objection. "If the Ministry wants him to fight, others of your followers may fight back and they could hurt him."

The Dark Lord smiled and Dolohov was amazed to see true amusement there. Around the chamber the shadows seemed to quiver in their own mirth. "No one could hurt him," Voldemort said. "If they do, they will find the pain redoubled. However, I do wish you to acquire him so that no others seek to gain my favour by bringing him to me."

"No matter his status with the Ministry, or his own ability, it would be an expensive raid but not impossible," Dolohov speculated. "What other restrictions are there my Lord?" He was beginning to come to the conclusion that the Dark Lord did not expect him to succeed in this order and he was finding it most novel that in all likelihood, failure would not be met with the Crucio curse.

"His friends and family are not to be hurt or killed. There will be battles this year, so that cannot be guaranteed always but no raid by you may result in that."

"I will need a team, my Lord," Antonin said.

"I will ask Harry not to kill you," Voldemort said and the Death Eater's eyes flew to the young wizards face.

The way his Master had said that, so matter of factly made reality all the more sharp. There was no question now that Potter was capable of killing, something Dolohov would have doubted if the Dark Lord had not been so straight forward.

"I cannot guarantee anyone else," the Serpent Lord continued, noticing but not caring for the revelations that Dolohov was experiencing. Each reaction merely confirmed to him that Antonin was fit as one of his most trusted, possibly even the most trusted Death Eater. He could see now why the shadows were so confident that Dolohov was wholly his creature. They hadn't so much as peeped an objection to his plan. "And you are correct, my old friend. I do not really expect you to succeed in acquiring Harry, but you will be very well rewarded should you succeed."

Antonin nodded. "Severus would be a welcome addition to my team," he speculated, knowing that the Potion Master was currently not in favour.

"Snape is mine."

Both the Dark Lord and his follower turned at the sleepy voice that made the proclamation.

"I don't recall giving him to you," Voldemort said as Dolohov stared at the green eyes which opened and blinked without the slightest trace of fear or discomfort. It was those eyes that convinced the tiny little part of his mind that was holding on to the belief that this was all an illusion that it was real.

"Probably because I hadn't gotten around to asking for him yet," Harry replied, shifting slightly to lie on his side, one wing tucked under him, the other stretched behind him. The position not so incidentally gave him an unimpeded view of the Death Eater and left both hands free for casting.

"Why Snape?" Voldemort asked, wondering if Harry knew exactly what he was asking for.

"Regardless of his loyalties, he is too valuable a resource just to kill."

"Humph! I can, or you could make any potion he can."

"That is true, but at the moment neither of us have the time. And you do not have the creativity to invent new potions the way he does."

Dolohov was stunned. Of all the conversations he thought he could be witness too between the Dark Lord and the Boy-Who-Lived, one where they were discussing the fate and skills of a Death Eater as equals had not been on the list of possibilities. And they were as equals. He could not imagine how else the young Potter could raise objections to the Dark Lord's desires.

Voldemort snarled softly at the truth of Harry's words. "I want him to suffer." The statement really was at the core of the issue. The price of betraying him was long established. If he let even Snape escape, no matter the reason, there were others of his forces, weak minded fools who now doubted the one moment of wisdom in their lives that had brought them to him. They too would run.

Harry chuckled weakly, "I never said he couldn't suffer, just that he was mine."

Dolohov's brown eyes blinked in confusion. To him that made no sense but he could see an almost amused understanding lighting his Lord's red eyes. "Put him on your team," the Dark Lord instructed, "though he will not remain there for long."

"My Lord."

"For the rest of your team, chose for expendability. I don't imagine Mr. Potter will take too kindly to attempts to capture him."

"I don't imagine I will either," Harry murmured and while his voice sounded calm, Voldemort could feel that Harry was beginning to lose his composure as his memories returned.

"We will continue this conversation when you bring your team list to me for approval," the Serpent Lord ordered the older Death Eater in clear dismissal.

Dolohov was still curious and his curiosity was raising one hundred and one questions but he knew that to stay further would be to die and so with a smart salute he turned and left, making sure to close the door firmly behind him. The instant he was secure in the ante chamber he felt himself tremble. Blast it! He was not some wet behind the ears green recruit! He knew his Lord. He knew what he was capable of... but then the unreality of what he had seen intruded upon his mind again. That had been Harry Potter, the Dark Lord's downfall sleeping in his bed, and talking to him as an equal, as someone who expected to get what they wanted.

'He already has chosen to abandon you,' the memory of Lucius seemed to whisper in his ear but Dolohov shook his head. He had to remain clear and focused to solve this mystery. He could not let assumption and passion guide him.

His Master had summoned him knowing full well that he would see Harry Potter there, because even if the boy had not awoken, his identity was clear. Would someone who had abandoned them let him see that? 'Of course he would,' part of Antonin's mind took on Lucius' voice as it argued with him. 'He's arrogant enough to believe he can get away with anything.'

No, that wasn't quite right. Dolohov frowned, replaying the interaction between Potter and his Lord in his mind... Potter had ... he had asked for Snape in the end... and his Lord had given him...

Suddenly everything fell into place for the older Death Eater. Lucius had it wrong. He assumed that Potter had seduced the Dark Lord; he'd never considered the possibility that their Lord had seduced Potter. That is what Dolohov had seen, a Dark Lord secure in their power, giving a titbit to his pet. Malfoy was a fool. He'd used the exact same tactic to woo Narcissa to his side, yet he could not see it when others used it. Dolohov and the other Death Eaters had watched then. Lucius had been angry he'd been betrothed to Narcissa. She was of the House of Black but far down in the inheritance and at the time she had been obsessed with Voldemort. Lucius had proclaimed he would not have a woman who would lie with him while thinking of someone else and since he had no choice but to marry her, he had then proceeded to seduce her. Voldemort's disinterest in taking a partner except for casual liaisons or to cause them pain at that time had probably helped, but Dolohov could remember Lucius giving Narcissa a jewelled pendant. The pendant had meant nothing to him, but it had meant the world to the blonde woman and from that moment on she'd seen her betrothed in a new manner.

And that was what he had just witnessed. Snape meant nothing to his Lord. Oh the opportunity to torture him would be missed but to Voldemort the Potion Master was already dead. Potter had obviously wanted the man, so the gift, while insignificant to the Dark Lord was of considerable value to Potter and the fact that the Potion Master had been so easily given would only cement in Potter's mind the virtues of the Dark Lord.

Dolohov chuckled weakly, taking deep breaths as he let himself calm down. Unconsciously perhaps he had been worried, his words in Azkaban had haunted him but his final statement had been the truth. His Lord was more focused now and Antonin looked forward to the day the Ministry and the Order realised that they had pinned their hopes on a dream that his Lord had already dreamt.

In his chamber, Voldemort sat watching Harry as Dolohov let himself out. He continued to sit long after the door had swung closed and latched itself and Harry shifted to sit on the edge of the large bed. Silence hung between them for what seemed a very long time.

"Well," Harry finally said. "I killed them."

"You did," Voldemort agreed before he asked, "Do you know why you killed them?"

Harry was silent again for a while. He closed his eyes, turning his face towards the ceiling. The gesture highlighted the smooth white skin of his throat and the Dark Lord imagined he could count Harry's pulse as he sat there.

"Because I wanted to," came the reply eventually, softly spoken and carrying a load of regret.

"Exactly," Voldemort said. "But that doesn't mean there was anything wrong with your desire."

Green eyes flashed up at him, confused. "You wanted to kill them," Voldemort said. "I do not understand why you now feel ashamed."

"Because they were human."

"Were they?" There was no masking the scorn in the Dark Lord's voice. "I will grant, they had the forms of humans but where their actions human? They raped you, many times. They raped who knows how many others. And if you gave them a chance, they would have done it again. Human? No. They were animals bound by twisted instinct, how else could we have killed a few by the mere act of coupling?"

The Dark Lord leaned back, breathing deeply and more than a little ostentatiously as Harry watched him. He was on stage though his audience was one, the act still had to be perfect if it was to sink in. "There are many reasons, many justifications for killing Harry. Self-defence is one often heard and if true, it is one of the easier reasons to accept within one's self. Combat can be difficult but usually is accepted by the psyche."

Harry hung on to the words as the Dark Lord mused about death. Unconsciously perhaps he knew that the red=eyed man knew far more about death and killing than he did. The knowledge was there, but it was clinical. This was something that made far more sense when explained, when you experienced it.

"The acceptance of accidental death depends greatly on the person and of course there is the wilful, deliberate taking of life. The acceptance of that depends on your force of will, how much you wanted to take that life and how much you know it was your right to take it. And in this case, my Beloved, it was your right to take their lives."

"No one has the rig..."

"Stop right there!" Voldemort commanded. "Look within yourself. This is not about right or wrong. This is about power. This is about desire. This is about if you have the strength to take what you want. And so I will ask you this for the last time; did you want to kill them?"

It was hard to tell what was going on behind Harry's Avada Kedrava green eyes and Voldemort had to resist the urge to reach out to comfort him, to hold him and to generally protect him from everything. This was important. It was possibly one of the most important things he would ever help Harry with and it was one thing that Harry had to come to terms with himself. Before the year was over and even once it was gone, when they ruled, Harry would kill and while the Dark Lord knew that his beloved would never be as casual about killing as he was, the act itself could not be something that incapacitated him.

"Yes, I wanted to kill them."

"Did you have the power to kill them?" The Dark Lord led Harry through the simple questions. Around him the shadows flickered, they were no doubt adding to the commentary, though it would not be in their usual lackadaisical way. He knew they could be very serious when they desired and he had no question that they were being solemn with what they were relaying to Harry now.

"Yes, I had the power to kill them."

"And did you desire to kill them?"

"Yes, I desired to kill them," Harry said the last almost easily and Voldemort looked quizzically at him. "I should not have been that easy," he heard Harry add.

Suddenly a flood gate of understanding opened within the Dark Lord and he found himself smirking. Harry wasn't upset that the Muggles were dead; he was upset that he had killed them but not because of the death but because it had been too easy. "There was nothing more that could have been done," he said persuasively.

"I know," Harry replied, shifting his wings slightly. "They were lucky. I will not grant such mercy to those who are still alive."

The Dark Lord chuckled and reached out through their bond. Now was the time to show Harry he was still loved, and that his killing of the Muggles had not lessened the love felt for him. If anything it had enhanced it. Harry wasn't faking his reaction. He was now at peace with the thought that he had killed those Muggles, though he had not been earlier. The shadows and the Dark Lord's words and his own thoughts had coalesced to bring him that contentment and Voldemort could feel that Harry knew he would kill again but that the next time, the reasoning and justification to himself would be different. He would have to accept it then and forgive himself again. That though was for later. "Only my mate could out do me in viciousness, and I find myself content just to watch to see what you can do."

Harry stood and stretched his wings out either side of him. The shadows hung around him and all he seemed to be was a black outline in the darkness with two glowing green eyes that watched everything. "Tell me your pleasure, my Lord."

Voldemort laughed aloud. He remembered that question and he remembered his thoughts that went with it, though it was far too early to kill Lucius. He rose and moved to face Harry, two long fingers brushing under the boy's chin to raise the inhumanly beautiful face towards him. "Right now, my pleasure is you."

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