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25/05/2012

Thank you to SuryaPrakash for the betaing. If there are mistakes, they are my fault.

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Weapon LXXII Halloween Celebrations

It was after the feast and most had gone to bed, and while some had noticed an absence, most had just shrugged it off as inevitable given the night. Harry's friends knew better, though; they knew he should have been there.

"Ginny, you know where Harry is, don't you?" Ron asked, hissing the question in an attempt to keep quiet. They were in the Common Room and there were still a few people awake. Luna was with them as the girls had arranged for a sleep over or some such. Ron wasn't entirely sure.

His sister nodded at him in reply to his question, her eyes old.

"Well, where is he?" Naturally it was Hermione who asked the direct question, not bothering to keep her voice down since she'd just cast every privacy charm she could think of.

"I can't tell you."

"Can't or won't?" Luna asked almost breathlessly.

"A bit of both."

"Why not?

Ginny smiled at them all trying to soften her words but knowing that there was no other way to do this except being direct. "Because you don't trust him yet," she held up her hands to forestall the budding arguments she could see. "You can disagree, you can argue, but you must be prepared to allow Harry to follow the path he chooses, just as he will allow you. And then, it is only if you follow the path he has chosen, when you are certain in your hearts that you will side with Harry against the Ministry, against the Dark Lord, against the Order of the Phoenix, against anything, then you will fully trust."

"Trust goes both ways."

"It does," Ginny agreed, tossing red hair over her shoulder. "But there are some secrets that cannot be risked for anything less than absolute commitment."

"And you are saying that Harry has secrets that sensitive?"

"Harry is the only one who can fight the Dark Lord, so yes, he has secrets."

"And you know what they are?"

"I only know those he's allowed me to know."

"Ginny..."

"I'm not telling you and that's final," she said firmly.

"How are we meant to trust him, knowing that he's got secrets like that, and from what you imply, we'd have be against everyone."

"No," Ginny looked over at Hermione. Trust the 'brightest witch of her generation' to try to complicate things. "All you have to do is be certain in your hearts that you are on Harry's side. Not the Ministry's, not Dumbledore's, not the Order of the Phoenix or the Dark Lord's or any other side. You have to be on Harry's side. That's all, and he'll tell you everything."

"But Harry's side is the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore and the Ministry."

"Yes, he supports them," Ginny somehow got the words out, "But the sooner you start thinking of Harry as his own side, the easier it will be." With that she stepped out of the charms and walked up the stairs to her bed, leaving the others watching her as if she'd gone insane but somehow unable to shake the thought that she might very well be right.

For all that Harry had been submissive with his question 'What is your pleasure' the Dark Lord had discovered there were times when his mate was not submissive at all. This is not to say that Harry had not enjoyed and enthusiastically participated with Voldemort, coupling with him after the question. It was just that now, several hours later the Dark Lord was writhing on his own bed almost incoherent with pleasure.

He'd also discovered that his beloved was a teenager, with an adolescent's drive and stamina. Not that he was objecting. He recognised the fact that they were equals but he would have liked to alternate positions. It wasn't as if Harry was simply taking his pleasure, he was more than generous in giving it. They had already gone several rounds, and both the serpent and wizard were feeling lethargic repletion. Harry though still seemed almost fresh and was content to drive their love making, giving the Dark Lord satisfaction even as he took his own in the slender white body.

As Harry swallowed the Dark Lord's cock, he drove his fingers in at the same time. Voldemort's hands fisted in the bed sheets and he gasped brokenly, choking slightly at the intensity of the feeling. Both he and Harry had agreed to keep their minds separate for the moment simply because neither wanted to go through the pain of separation again when Harry left once more. At the end of the year, then they would couple completely, minds and bodies entwined as one. The absence of his beloved in his mind did not in any way lessen the pleasure he felt. Harry was almost inhumanly skilled. His mouth teased and his fingers probed. He'd already proven that he was a quick learner when he had duplicated the Dark Lord's wandless charm of earlier and even through the way Harry's tongue laved at him, tracing out each bulge and vein, almost dancing over his engorged length, Voldemort felt when Harry renewed it.

The charm was simultaneous with Harry raising himself up, ignoring the sticky thread of saliva that trailed from his bottom lip before snapping as he wrapped his arms around Voldemort's torso and flipped them both over so that the Dark Lord straddled him. After a bit of squirming Harry sank himself into his beloved's body and rolled his hips through small circles, his eyes closed as he let his hands trace over Voldemort's back, tickling and stroking. Harry flexed his abdomen muscles, lifting himself up enough to let his wings manifest and brought them around to continue caressing white skin as he moved his hands to tweak and pinch at the Dark Lord's nipples. He was comfortable with his animagus form now and could slip between human and halfling almost without thought, though he did lie back carefully to avoid catching the feathers awkwardly. Harry avoided going further into his full form because that left him feeling too weak when he returned to corporeal form.

Voldemort gasped, panting heavily. He almost seemed like an overly large rag doll the way his limbs seemed to have no strength. His eyes were open wide and there were so many sensations running through his body. His nerves were on fire but it was a fire of intoxication. He held back a scream when Harry lifted his head, showing his abdominal strength as he licked the sweat from white skin. The Dark Lord struggled and slowly he forced his knees to bend as he gathered his legs beneath him, still straddling Harry but now in a position to control his movement a little.

Emerald eyes met his as Voldemort struggled to gain even a little control over their love making. He shuddered in anticipation at the look Harry directed towards him. The younger man had kept up his movement enticing a pleasurable glow in the Dark Lord with each inward thrust. A moment later the Dark Lord felt his head pulled down and Harry's lips were on his, his tongue licking, demanding, tasting and caressing. Voldemort needed air before Harry and he threw his head back, exposing his throat. Harry took advantage of that and bit into his beloved, sucking at the join between shoulder and neck. Last time the Dark Lord had marked him; this time he was returning the mark of ownership.

"Harry," the Dark Lord gasped still panting as he moved his hips slowly. The friction between their bodies was keeping him erect though his cock was feeling abused and his balls ached. "Please," he whispered.

Harry nodded at him, his mouth moving to bite and nip the Dark Lord's skin, heading towards one of his nipples. Once again he moved his arms to embrace his lover and he rolled them over again. Voldemort now lay beneath him and Harry placed his hands on either side of his lover's head. His wings arched and he could feel them brushing the top of the canopy of the bed as he levered himself up. He kept driving himself into Voldemort, making sure that each thrust hit the sweet spot. The motion between them brushed and rubbed the tip of the Dark Lord's cock that waved erect between them and Harry licked his lips as he bent down to slowly and sensuously kiss his lover. He knew Voldemort was mildly impressed with his stamina and even though he had been slipping between his halfling and human form, he was still reaching the limit of his sexual drive. He couldn't feel the Dark Lord's level of arousal but he knew he also had to be close to the edge.

He slowed his thrusts savouring each movement. The Dark Lord kept panting and he raised his hands to hold Harry's face. He groaned as Harry ground his hips against his lover, rubbing his stomach against the Dark Lord's balls and cock. The effect was electric and with hissed groan Voldemort's hands tightened on Harry's face as he came, spurting between them in long slow waves.

The Dark Lord swallowed, gulping in air as he fell from the pinnacle of pleasure. Harry leaned down, an exultant smile on his face as he gently licked along each of his lovers cheeks before he licked at Voldemort's lips, lightly sucking at his upper lip, demanding entry to his mouth. The Dark Lord moaned as he opened his mouth letting his tongue tangle with Harry's.

Harry let his weight fall as he pushed powerfully into the warmth of the Dark Lord's body. His green eyes were clouded with lust and deep in his soul he felt complete. He was happy and while he was almost exhausted he had never thought he could feel this content. With a final couple of hard thrusts that left Voldemort gasping he came deep inside the Dark Lord. As he pumped cum into the hot passage, there was an exquisite sense of completion that pulsed through him. He'd felt it each time they had made love tonight but this was slightly different. This was complete satiation and Harry collapsed beside the Dark Lord, one arm draped over the white chest that was criss-crossed with his marks. Harry was breathing just as hard as Voldemort.

As he gasped for air he waved his hand cleaning up the sticky mess that covered them and the sheets before he snuggled himself more comfortably into the Dark Lord's embrace. "I love you," Harry whispered.

It scared Voldemort how much those words meant to him and how EASY Harry was with his emotions. It was not that he did not reciprocate the feeling just that the admission was one that tinged of weakness to him. He had discovered something rather surprising about being a Dark Lord though. It actually required, if you wished to be truly successful, a great deal of honesty with one's self. Dark Lords took what they wanted and for most that would be sufficient. For Voldemort, he had discovered that knowing WHY he wanted something was almost as important as that something itself. He'd been blindsided once or twice by the whys and he did NOT like to repeat his mistakes. In the past he'd have been content with just screwing Harry Potter into the mattress because that is what he wanted. Now he knew he wanted to because he loved his former enemy. But it was an affection he would only, could only show in private. :I love you... though next time a little less love would be nice,: he kept his mind voice light, though he knew Harry would feel the jest of his words and the satiated exhaustion that was weighing his limbs down.

Harry laughed though his mirth drained into a bit of a cough as he fought for breath. :Something to remember me by, for the rest of the year,: he said.

"Oh, so you weren't feeling guilty?"

"About?"

"Don't be coy. I saw what you did in that little raid. Which Auror Captain was it, hmm? Baross, Grakul, Sturges or Panrye? Or was it Bones?"

"Ah," Harry nodded. "I've been assigned Sturges as a Commander."

"A good man."

"Yes. The Aurors do seem to be good."

"The Aurors are good people for the most part," Voldemort said honestly. "If they ran the Ministry then things would have been very, very different. But they don't and they don't play politics, so they often don't even see the damage they can do. Is there any way my forces can fight what you did?" He asked openly.

Both Harry and the Shadows laughed. The Shadows had been quiet while their Master joined with his mate, though they had enjoyed the feast their lovemaking gave them. :Can't you work them out for yourself?: The Shadows giggled the question. They were a little surprised the Dark Lord had waited as long as he had.

"Everyone seems to try Solaris against them," Harry mused, referring to the Shadows. "The strongest Solaris even Dumbledore could cast is like a candle compared to me, and if that is the case, do you really think such a simple spell will drive them back when they are infused with my power?"

This was new information to Voldemort and he listened intently. Some habits, such as the thirst for knowledge were so deeply ingrained that they were hard to fight. "Why don't you instruct your forces to use something like Darkshale?"

The Dark Lord frowned. "You want Death Eaters to use a spell of darkness against the Shadows?" That didn't make any sense.

Harry chuckled. "You need to think about it a bit more," he said lightly. Red eyes narrowed in thought and combined with the earlier frown Harry was hard pressed not to kiss his beloved at the perplexed beauty he was showing. Idly he began fluttering his fingers over the white skin of the Dark Lord's abdomen, tracing out the muscle tone he could feel there.

"Dark and Light are always fighting for dominance," he hissed slowly working his way to a conclusion Harry already knew. "But without Light Dark becomes meaningless, and the reverse is also true... You cannot have Light without Darkness to define it... But with Light there is also... Shadow..." Red eyes closed and Voldemort's features relaxed. "I don't believe it," he said in a tone that clearly indicated he could not believe he had not made that connection sooner.

"Don't expect it to be that effective," Harry said conversationally. "But it might allow a couple to escape. And if you need them, then they had better escape since it's only a matter of time before one of the Auror Captains orders me to kill that way."

"You can kill?" Voldemort was surprised.

:We can kill,: the Shadows purred.

"I will have to start using my serpent forces more extensively then."

:The Ministry is not yet that recovered,: the Shadows said. :They are holding on because you have given them time and because of their allies.:

"Don't speak to me of their allies!" Voldemort hissed.

"What has happened?" Harry asked worriedly. If there was something that wrong, he may have to give up the werewolves to his beloved. While it would not affect the final outcome, for the future, it could leave him personally short of man power.

"The Goblins," the words were spat almost literally with venom coating them and Harry could feel Xatarass coming to the fore. "They have never sided with the Ministry in the past, I expected them to remain neutral. They didn't even shift when Grindlewald was attacking them so there should be no reason for them to side against me, but they have."

"That doesn't seem like such a big problem," Harry said. "You've raided Gringotts before, you can raid them again... unless that is the reason they are supporting the Ministry?"

Voldemort shook his head rolling on to his side, moving one leg over Harry's and allowing one of his arms to curl up around his beloved to stroke messy black hair comfortingly even as his other arm drew the slim body closer to him. "No. As far as I know, the Goblins still don't know that it was me who broke in. Raiding them isn't the issue. I'll empty every last vault if that's what I have to do. The issue is they have chosen to stand against me."

"Fight back," Harry suggested almost stupidly.

"I'd wipe them out tomorrow, but that would cost me too many of my forces," Voldemort replied. "Even if the werewolves join me tomorrow..." He looked speculative for a moment. "Which they might, considering how their leadership battle is going... wiping out the goblins would leave me too weakened. It's not just Gringotts, I could destroy that bank personally. It's all the little colonies."

"Ah," Harry understood. "So you need a cheap method that will strike them all?"

"And those are in short supply."

Harry moved himself in the Dark Lord's embrace as he considered the problem. He slipped one arm under Voldemort's waist to embrace him and allowed his other arm to rest on one white hip. His legs he was content to leave remained twined with his lover's. "There is no one in the goblin forces you wish to spare?" he asked slowly.

"None of them are that intelligent... But I forbid you from killing them all." Harry had just come to terms with killing Muggles who had hurt him terribly, Muggles who deserved to die. He would not cope with killing an entire race. He probably would never be able to cope with that... not and remain who he was.

"I wasn't even thinking that," Harry replied.

Voldemort breathed a small sigh of relief. He could hear the truth in Harry's voice and the surprise that the Dark Lord had even considered that method. That more than anything convinced the red eyed wizard that Harry hadn't thought about using the Shadows to kill the goblins. :We could do it,: the Shadows whispered and the Dark Lord knew they spoke to him alone. :But you are correct, we would need the order and it would destroy him. We will have to do it if we are ordered but he won't,: they added the last with confidence.

"So what were you thinking?"

Harry frowned, and he looked so adorable that Voldemort almost wished he was not still feeling sated. "I was thinking," Harry began, "that if wizarding methods aren't going to work... then perhaps Muggle means would."

The Dark Lord froze for an instant. He didn't know much about Muggles save that some of their weaponry was rather dangerous, even for a wizard of his calibre... What other weapons did they have though?

"It was on the news once," Harry continued musing. "I don't remember it very well but there was something about a new type of flu that could kill..."

The Dark Lord smiled, his heart swelling with pride as he understood the concept Harry was suggesting. It was perfect! It had been a while since there had been a serious epidemic in the wizarding world but they were not unheard of. Dragon Pox was still dangerous; wizards still died from it... All he had to do was find some disease that only goblins suffered from. And then he just needed to nudge it a little, make it stronger... He didn't even have to do that himself... There'd be a witch or wizard out there with the skills to do that... he just had to find them. Should he even have a change of heart, he could develop an antidote and keep it for those just in case incidents.

:I do love you,: he said exuberantly into Harry's mind, hiding the true deadliness of his plans. Harry would know in due course but it might distress him now.

Harry purred. "Of course you do," he replied cheekily.

Voldemort chuckled. "Of course, no one else could keep it up."

Harry burst into full blown laughter that was only muted when the Dark Lord took his mouth in a sweet slow kiss. "Mine," each whispered when they broke apart, voices soft and slurred with sleep and they both knew no more.

The last thing Millicent remembered was struggling to breathe as a too strong Harry Potter held her against the wall. Ridiculously, her mind had rationalised his strength, thinking that Quidditch had done wonders for his physique. And then she'd awoken here.

She'd smelt it before she had opened her eyes. The stench of blood had been smothering. It had coated her tongue and the back of her throat. It had been in her nostrils. And then she had opened her eyes

A sea of red greeted her and that was all she remembered for a very long time. Gradually she became aware of the stickiness of her skin and she realised she was sitting on the edge of the sea and it had soaked into her robes, diffusing upwards the longer she sat there. Millicent had moved to try to get up and as she did she'd seen the words.

It had taken her a moment to read them and then she had frozen, the taste of bile briefly fighting the slickness of the blood coating the back of her throat. Her words of earlier haunted her and she looked at the pool in front of her. It could not have come from one being; it was implied that this was Harry's price. She stared for a long time, not really seeing the words and she wondered where or from whom the blood had come from. Millicent wasn't aware when two Death Eaters entered the room, pausing as they saw her. She only vaguely heard the whispered conversation before they left again.

If she'd had been asked what would bring her out of her reverie, she wouldn't have known or thought it possible but eventually Millicent became aware of her hunger. At first it merely nibbled at her but as time continued to pass she became aware of the unladylike growling of her stomach and the dryness in her throat. The growing thirst was actually what forced her to look around but as she had already vaguely known there was nothing else in the room. Stone columns lined the room and dominating one end was the throne. It was stone and it did not look comfy but it was a place of power. She knew that and somehow the realisation that she was in the Dark Lord's throne room came to her.

Shock drowned her thirst for a short time but eventually the body's functions re-established their dominance. She had no way of knowing where she was here and it never occurred to Millicent to wonder why Harry Potter had taken her to his enemy's stronghold.

Time passed and Millicent forced herself to get up ignoring the way her blood soaked robes clung to her skin. She tried the door to find it locked and slowly she moved around the edges of the room looking for another exit. They were smaller doors but as with the main entrance they were locked.

She was trapped here.

Millicent gulped trying to ignore the cloying sweetness in the back of her throat and she sat against the wall, sliding down it drawing her knees to her chest. She was cold, hungry, thirsty and needed to go to the loo. She knew where she was but she had no idea where it really was and she had no idea how to get out or how to let anyone know where she was. If she was at Hogwart's then she'd be at the feast now her mind helpfully supplied and her stomach clung to her spine. Unsettled, she sobbed, tears tracking the way down her face and eventually tired, cold, hungry and scared Millicent fell asleep.

She was awakened when she felt two presences enter the room via the soft pop of apparition. Instinct screamed at her and she shrank into herself trying to hide. The blood was still there and somehow it was still liquid, but the message on the wall was not present. The two figures had appeared on the dais, one dressed in black and the other in a deep red robe that was the colour of fresh blood. Against the darkened pool of blood the robes seemed overly bright. The red robed figure sat in the throne and while Millicent had never seen the Dark Lord she knew it was You-Know-Who. She watched with morbid fascination as he shared a long lazy kiss with the other person. She didn't and had never had a boyfriend but she knew real affection when she saw it and surprisingly that made her relax slightly.

Her edginess very quickly returned when both sets of eyes turned to her. You-Know-Who was sitting on his throne, his red eyes at an even height to Harry's green as Harry had stepped down from the dais. Her class mate's eyes were like emeralds, hard and distant and the sense of his presence was overwhelming. He stepped towards her and absurdly Millicent realised Harry had bare feet. He didn't even seem to notice the blood and her eyes stretched wide when wings terrifyingly unfurled themselves from his back.

The blood froze under his feet and she watched as the freeze spread impossibly fast through the blood, freezing the entire pool of the sticky stuff. Her robes had dried out slightly overnight but were still soaked in it and as she rose, they crunched as the ice crystals broke with the movement. Her wand was on her, but she knew if she drew it, it would be her death. The look in both sets of eyes told her that.

"You have two choices."

Millicent started at the voice. She had not expected Harry to speak.

"You can die here, or you can attempt to gain reprieve."

"What do you want?" She was surprised that she could speak, despite the sheer weight of power pressing down upon her. Her voice was raspy and her throat dry.

"Information," came the short reply.

Information on what Draco, on what all the Slytherin's were doing, Millicent thought. Well, if they were dumb enough to let her know then they deserved to have her pass on what she knew.

"You won't hurt Magstine?" She heard herself ask and was shocked that even after all this she could still act in what could be seen as defiance.

"Who is Magstine?"

"My sister."

"Why would I hurt her?" There was genuine confusion in the tone and suddenly Millicent knew that even after everything, Harry was a far better wizard than she had any hope to be. For Slytherins, if you could not strike the one who caused you pain, it was common to strike at something they held dear... As Harry's power pressed into her, Millicent realised that maybe she was wrong... maybe Harry had no thought to hurt her sister, because she had never been out of his reach. With the amount of power she could feel, so vast that it seemed unreal, there was probably no target that was out of his reach.

"It doesn't matter. I will give you all the information I can," she whispered looking down at the floor and because she looked away she could do nothing but gasp when Harry loomed over her, his eyes spitting emerald fire. Agony blossomed through her chest and she blinked, not believing what she was seeing but unable to deny it. One of Harry's hands disappeared through her robes into her bosom. There was no blood but her heart ached.

Slowly he drew his hand back and she blinked, not understanding at all when the pain faded and there was no damage to her skin or to her robes.

"My hand is around your heart," Harry said softly, flexing his claw like fingers. "And if you so much as breathe a word of anything to anyone, then you can guess my response." He smiled gently at her and Millicent's hands flew to her chest as her heart twinged in reply to his power.

"I won't," She gasped.

"I know," and with that reply the Sixth Year Boy reached out grasping her shoulder and apparated them both back to Hogwarts.

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