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15/06/2012

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

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Weapon LXXIV The Little Details

Sirius was strangely glad of the Shadow's presence. In the rush of being free and of finding Harry and everything else that had happened, he'd forgotten that it had been a very long time since he'd had sex. The mere presence of Veela reminded his body of that quite forcibly. It was not that he was truly attracted to any of them, the object of his affection was no doubt sleeping off the effects of the full moon, but currently his body wasn't listening to his mind.

However, rather than being completely insane and stupid in the presence of the Veela, the Shadows were at least making sure he could keep control of himself. It was amusing the Veela though. They could see his arousal which was at odds with his Shadow imposed self-control.

"So what are you here for, wizard," one of the eldest Veela asked. Despite being old and wrinkled there was still a luminosity about her that was appealing. It was nowhere near as arousing as the younger Veela, but it was perhaps all the more potent for its subtlety.

Sirius retained enough control to laugh. It was nice that someone was being so direct. "I'm here for the same reason most wizards are abroad. I come seeking an alliance with the Veela."

"You come seeking bodies for your war," the Veela who had spoken objected directly.

That wasn't anything Sirius could counter. Regardless of who he was representing this time - Shadows or Order - they both wanted the same thing. They both needed fighters for this war and so would offer whatever it took.

"You seek to entice us to fight with offers of rights that should be ours anyway!"

He was a little surprised at the vehemence he could hear. "Perhaps that can be changed then," he heard himself say. "I am not the one denying you your rights but maybe I can begin to offer you some solutions?"

"Oh... and who exactly is making the offer?" The voice was not that of the old Veela and Sirius wasn't the only one who turned in surprise at its sharp surety.

:That's Kisha,: the Shadows said to Sirius, all trace of amused lilt in their voice gone.

"Elder Vampire Kisha," Sirius said with a very slight bow. The lessons of his childhood coming to the fore; when you did not know enough about the situation but you had no choice but to talk, treat them as highly ranked, flatter them and bluff. "I did not expect to see you here," that bit at least was completely honest.

"And I never expected to meet you," the elder vampire purred and immediately Sirius was put on guard by the tone. "Though you appear to have me at a bit of a know me, but while I know of you, I do not know you."

Around him Sirius ignored the way the Veela were quietly melting away. The elder remained but all the others were leaving and he could feel that they were not just retreating into their houses, but were going further, grabbing immediate supplies and running as hard as they could. They could feel the fight brewing.

:She came to the Dark Lord saying that she would help him with Xeoaph.:

:But..?: Sirius prompted as he stared at the elder vampire. Her form was small but she was beautiful he conceded. It was not as seductively attractive as the Veela but that was probably because she wasn't exerting her presence. While petite, she had the rounded curves of a woman and Sirius estimated she'd been made into a vampire in her late teens or early twenties. Her skin was pale which made the darkness of her hair all the more apparent. Dark lavender eyes were examining him in return.

:But you are more than intelligent enough to work out the possibilities.:

"We both..." Sirius paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered his words. "Well... serve is far too strong a term but we both work for the same side."

Kisha laughed. The sound was a bell like tinkle. "You do not work for the Dark Lord any more than I do."

"Yet you, like me, agreed to help him."

"Oh, you are good," the vampire said relaxing a little. Sirius was not fooled and remained tensed.

"I would appreciate it if you would fight elsewhere," the elder Veela woman said forcefully.

Neither Sirius or Kisha so much as glanced in her direction and she shivered, realising that restraint was too late now.

"I never thought I'd be fighting one of the Shadows' direct servants," Kisha said with a smile, her fangs gleaming as she flexed her fingers. "I hope you don't disappoint."

"And I never thought I'd be in a position where I would have to fight a vampire of your..." Sirius hesitated. Kisha was female, and as such she probably was sensitive about her age. Almost every female he had encountered who was over twenty-five could be touchy about their age and Kisha was far older than a mere twenty five. "Of your calibre," Sirius said carefully after a moment.

"Say 'age', my dear. It's much more honest," Kisha laughed and without so much as changing a hair on her expression, she attacked.

Sirius ducked, and resisted the urge to swear. The vampire was fast! And as a tiny trickle of blood ran down his forehead he realised exactly how sharp her claws were.

:Can't she at least pretend we are on the same side? I thought she would be better than this?: Sirius thought about the conversation he'd just had with the vampire. She'd interrupted as he'd been making an offer, but before he'd actually said who the offer was from. In hindsight, admitting that he knew who she was already had probably not been a good idea, though he had never really thought he would meet her. Xeoaph was a fairly established Vampire, the thought that he still had a still living Master was not one that would sit well with wizards.

:She intends to kill you,: the Shadows offered the explanation. No need to pretend anything if he was dead.

As Sirius spun around, almost as if he was dancing, he was grateful for the hours of recuperation he had forced on himself each day when he was reasonably established following his escape from Azkaban. There was no way he would have survived this if he hadn't.

:I can't win this,: he said to the Shadows honestly as he ducked and weaved, avoiding her attacks. The old Veela woman had vanished but frankly Sirius didn't care though he hoped she was safe.

:We know,: they said, apparently unconcerned. :But she will think it odd if you don't land at least one blow. So close your eyes and let us guide you.:

In the instant the canine animagus closed his eyes he felt the change in the air. There was a tingle all over his skin, and he felt them feed into him. This was different from the time he was talking to Remus, this felt more like the time in the Atrium when they had fed him power. He felt so energetically alive, and from the hiss he heard from Kisha, he had undoubtedly stepped up the speed of his dodging.

:We don't feed anyone power you know,: the Shadows said as they moved from defence to attack. The sudden change in his movement caught her off guard and he felt his hand momentarily hit flesh before being drawn back quickly. :We only enhance or guide what power you already possess.:

"Now that's more like it," Kisha murmured and even though she'd stepped back a few paces, Sirius knew she didn't count the distance as anything that was insurmountable. "I want you to know, this isn't anything personal," the vampire said as she attacked again and Sirius, even with the Shadows' help, could feel his body straining. "As you so rightfully observed earlier we have both agreed to help this Dark Lord and I will keep my word. I will help him with my childe..."

The vampire hissed as he pulled off a back breaking dodge that would have been impossible without the Shadows.

"I get it," Sirius heard himself say. "You will help him but we aren't him and you never agreed to non-aggression against his allies."

"You are good," the elder Vampire said with a smile and Sirius felt Kisha release her restraints.

:Shit!: He swore at the Shadows. :I gotta get out of here!:

The Shadows replied by seeming to pour into him but Sirius knew that he could not properly match the elder vampire. Xeoaph's children were one thing. Kisha was a minimum of two generations older and while Hogwarts never made much study about Vampires, Sirius knew enough to know that the older they were, the stronger they were. Potentially, Kisha was one of the strongest Vampires in the world. He felt the Shadows gather around his hands and forearms. It was like the power he had used on Xeoaph's children to break them apart, but this was somehow more pure, stronger. :You just need to hold her for a second, then apparate,: the Shadows said and Sirius could hear a grim note of determination in their voice.

:Can Harry fight her?: It didn't matter if he couldn't match the elder vampire, so long as Harry had a chance to fight back.

:Yes, but he may have to go full form.:

:Whatever that means! Just get me out of here!: Sirius caught Kisha's wrists in his hands as she swung towards him, the shock reverberating through his upraised arms.

An instant later the pressure lessened and he heard the ancient vampire whimper in pain, but she was not like Xeoaph's children. The dark power that wrapped around her was not able to penetrate her skin and she was not one to pull back merely because of pain. If anything her determination was stronger.

"I am the Dark, and you are nothing more than a slave of lesser creatures," her lavender eyes sparked with power and despite the pain of the Shadow power that was lashing at her, she exerted herself and Sirius was hard pressed not to go to his knees.

:Kick her away and apparate,: the Shadows instructed before he could be brought low. The Head of the House of Black was only too happy to comply and before he could really think about anything, he braced his left leg and lifted his right, kicking between her legs. It didn't have the same effect as it would have had on a male but it was enough to break her grip and without further conversation Sirius jumped backwards focusing his mind on Number 12 Grimuald place and apparating, vanishing an instant before three blades of pure energy passed through where his chest had been.

"Dark take it!" Kisha's scream was not ladylike but her quarry had gotten away. Vampires had great speed and strength but Wizards had a few aces of their own, though... a slow smile formed on her features. The Shadows had run from her. True, it was not the Shadow Lord himself, but with the power that wizard had wielded, they had to be someone reasonably conversant with the Shadows... and if they had run... then perhaps their power wasn't as absolute as she had been lead to believe.

As she swirled her own vampiric darkness around her, she didn't miss the eyes that watched from every shadow. Yes, she would help this Dark Lord with her childe and then she would help her childe rip the heart out of the upstart Shadows, who dared to believe that they were the dark.

Ollivander looked down at the parchment. His penmanship was perfect but even if this missive had been scrawled in a Muggle child's crayon, the mere fact he was writing would make his enquiry serious. He'd been working on it for days, trying to find the right tone to make his question seem both important and innocent as if it was merely idle curiosity. The last thing he needed at the moment was others asking questions he could not answer.

Mr. Riddle had been honest about how he had gotten that feather. The Wand Maker could feel that much. No matter how good a liar the Dark Lord was, and Ollivander knew that he had to be very proficient to have risen to his current position, it was not enough against him. But Mr. Riddle's honesty had opened up other lines of enquiry.

His initial tests had confirmed what he feared, that the feather had indeed come from a tenshi. Working with the feather, combining it with wood, dragon and snake blood and basilisk venom to make that wand he had learnt something else. And it was that something else which was one of his worst fears. The feather was not an heirloom, it was fresh. And it was from a relatively young tenshi who was no doubt just discovering their powers, and were ready and wanting to play in the human world. There was not even a whisper of distress around the feather so whoever it was, they had not been coerced into providing it; but whoever it was should not have provided that feather in the first place.

The Serpent Lord had said he got it off a wizard but no matter how hard Ollivander meditated on that information, casting his mind over every witch and wizard he had sold wands to for the last 150 years, he could not come up with anyone of who would be attractive enough to his own kind that they would give a feather. Of course that didn't mean it couldn't be a mainland wizard and that was part of the reason the letter was written. Hopefully it would trigger the watchers there to examine things. But Ollivander could feel it deep in his bones that it was not a mainland wizard. It had been given to the Dark Lord by someone from the Isles.

Which meant it could be one of Ollivander's worst nightmares; a boredom gift. A feather that was given to someone specifically to see what type of trouble could be stirred up. It was a risk but the Wand Maker was thankful that it didn't feel right for that. A boredom gift usually did not make trouble on its own, unless it was blood or something like that. A feather was simply too passive to really have an effect; the owner would need to be present to ferment some discord. He was hoping that his letter would fix the issue. That the Council would take the hint and ask around to find someone who was both young enough and bored enough, who had given the feather to a random wizard who had in turn given it to the Dark Lord as a token of favour. That would be the easiest and simplest thing to deal with. They would chastise the young tenshi and probably burn the feather from existence which would simply turn the wand to ash. Ollivander would then make a discrete inquiry as to which wizard had been gifted with the feather and he would decide if further action needed to be taken then.

That was the best outcome and the best scenario but the wand maker had been watching for a long time and somehow, this time, he didn't think it would be that easy.

Voldemort stood in a part of his stronghold most never dared to enter. His robes were filthy but he didn't care about the grime and muck that was plastering their hems. He was more intent on soothing the basilisk before him. The great serpent was making small hisses of pain and was trying not to move as the Dark Lord cast a variety of healing charms at the scaled skin. This was one case where being mostly impervious to charms was not an advantage but the Serpent Lord had enough sheer raw power that he could push his charm through the basilisk's skin and casting in parseltongue helped.

At length he finished and after re-sheathing his wand, the Dark Lord sat, ignoring the small and not so small skeletons the littered the floor as he scooped the basilisk's head into his lap and stroked his crest, much like Harry had done to Xaos.

-Who? What?- The question was obvious but was hissed urgently, a promise of pain in the words for those the answer would reveal.

-Fawkes,- the newly healed basilisk hissed, eyes closed.

There was a series of loud hisses from the rest of the room. Other serpents were gathered there, and there was a fair portion of Xatarass' family present as well.

-Why?- Voldemort had no love for the phoenix and he knew that the line of Ximir had even less love for Dumbledore's familiar, but he did not want his basilisks hurt fighting the immortal fire bird.

-Xir. I thought he knew where Xal, Xentor and Xuld were but he does not. The phoenix knows nothing and cares for nothing but himself!-

-Could he have killed the others?-

Xeloc shook his head. -No, if he had, the bird would have taunted me. He was genuinely surprised to be attacked.- The last was hissed with no small pride. Xeloc had stalked Fawkes for days and the fire bird had not noticed before he attacked. For a supposedly astute being, the phoenix was remarkably self-absorbed. -I got a feather,- Xeloc added before coughing and almost convulsing as he brought up the feather. Voldemort picked it up, uncaring of the slime covering it. A feather from the phoenix had so many possibilities.

-Fawkes is already being hunted,- Xatarass said, -but we will show no mercy to those who hold our brethren. They will be found and those responsible for Xir's death will be hunted.- The words were a promise and the Serpent Lord could feel the power behind them. By now, if Xuld and the others had been free, they would have sent word, no matter where they were, so their continued absence was the confirmation of foul play. The Shadows were looking, but they had yet to find the missing Basilisks. They would, in time, he had no doubt of that, but he worried of what might happen in the mean time.

The wizarding world knew he had an affinity with serpents but with Harry beginning to use his true power, it was time to show the wizarding sheep the true power of Slytherin. They'd see his true cunning by the end of the year and while victory was assured, it was time to show them how invasive serpents could be, and when he wished it, how deadly their venom was. Against him, resistance was futile.

"Why won't you let me on your team?"

Dolohov tried to ignore Bellatrix as she paced around the room while he endeavoured to plan out an attack. He resisted the urge to rub his temples as she continued to rant. He was tempted just to give in to her but he knew that he couldn't. She wouldn't understand and, while she was controlled, her refinement left a lot to be desired. He wondered if he should just tell her that? The old Bellatrix would have cringed and walked away. The new one thought nothing of it and Dolohov genuinely wasn't sure if he should point that out to her.

"You are planning two raids," the witch said, gesturing towards the table where there was parchment and various small objects laid out in complicated patterns as the wizard had tried out difference scenarios. "Why won't you let me on one?"

There was not even an instant where he considered telling her the truth but Antonin realised he would have to tell her something.

"Your abilities are not required on either of these assaults," he said finally, indicating the two sets of plans laid out before him. "Though," Antonin added with a speculative tone, "Your skills will probably be needed in the aftermath of this one." He kept pointing to the far simpler plan.

Bellatrix slammed her hands on to the table, sending parchments flying as she snarled. "Even I can see that that one is so routine it's almost a formality!"

"Yet our Master bade me to oversee it personally," Dolohov snapped back. Bellatrix was right though. The plan was so routine that it was tricky for him to concentrate on it, yet somehow he was. His Lord might expect him to fail on the other battle plan but failure in this one, despite how easy it seemed, was not an option. Dolohov had retreated into his thoughts so quickly that he almost missed the witch's muttered words but an inner prompting let him hear.

"Lucius was right," Bellatrix whispered to herself.

For a moment Dolohov froze. 'Lucius was right.' The statement was so absurd to him that he almost had no idea how it should be interpreted. But interpret it he did and the instant the meaning filtered through to him, Antonin started laughing.

Bellatrix looked at suddenly manically laughing wizard in front of her with distaste. While she had been recovering from Azkaban it had seemed as if nothing had changed. Her Lord was still supremely powerful; he still attracted and fascinated her. His followers still feared him and he still believed in the ascendancy of power! She wanted to see the ascendency of pure bloods but she had realised, many years back that blood without power was stupid. There were other ways of dealing with Muggle borns to ensure they fitted in. That wasn't the issue.

On the surface nothing had changed. She was beginning to see that the changes were far more subtle than she had expected. It was in little things. The way her Lord insisted that Harry Potter was his and his alone, the way that he trusted some mysterious force that she had never seen and her Lord refused to elaborate on. The way he was playing with that vampire! And the way her Lord hadn't even given a second thought to clearing an initiation ceremony for some wizard who had appeared... at Halloween...

Bellatrix frowned. She'd been mildly upset that there was to be no traditional Halloween attack but she'd passed that off as the Death Eaters not being quite ready yet... but what if her Lord had been expecting that wizard? Who was that wizard? She hadn't really cared about the ceremony, she had no real part there but to watch, but the instant that small robed wizard had arrived her Lord had cared for nothing more. Was he the power Lucius meant?

"Bellatrix," Dolohov said suddenly as he sobered. "We higher ranked Death Eaters have little reason to trust each other. We want our Lord's favour but we care nothing for each other; but even if you never trust me again, you should trust me on this: Lucius is wrong. He was an intelligent wizard, but on our Lord betraying us, Lucius drew the wrong conclusion so completely that I am left wondering if someone bewitched him. Sure some things have changed, but our Lord's power and our Lord's desire and drive to conquer, those have only changed to become stronger."

The witch didn't even blink. "You know something," she accused.

"I know that our Lord has already won," Antonin said simply but with enough aplomb Bellatrix paused for a moment.

"No," she said slowly. "It's something else," she added coming around the table to look directly at him. "Tell me!"

"And have our Master Crucio me into oblivion? I think not. You want to know who the wizard was that appeared at Halloween? You want to know exactly what the Shadows are and why he considers them allies then ask our Master, Bellatrix. He'll tell you when he wants you to know, not before. Just like he always has! But I will tell you one more thing Bellatrix. If you doubt him, you will fail him, just like Lucius has."

For a moment Dolohov thought that Bellatrix would attack, she was trembling so hard. But eventually she turned and he breathed a small sigh. "I might," Dolohov heard her whisper. "I just might."

It feels kind of stupid to be writing this in a journal when it's the Dark Forces and the Ministry who need to know it, but at the moment it's all I can think of. I don't know how to warn either.

Iavor looked down at his writing. It wasn't the best beginning but it would do. It had taken him a couple of weeks to get a journal and in the end he hadn't bought one, but had found one in the odds and ends that were in the family attic. He didn't feel right, just buying a note book. He wanted something a bit ... well... better. He'd found this leather bound book when visiting his Grandfather. It was old, or he thought it was old and the pages were thick parchment but it was also magic and the pages shrunk themselves to rice paper thinness when they weren't being handled. The leather of the cover also had a few nice security spells and Iavor had realised that he needed security on this journal. While he wasn't technically telling anyone anything, it would be best if there were no causal readers. And so, after a bit of work, he'd been able to get the locking spells on the cover to respond to his wand alone and he'd managed to get a fading spell to take to the pages so that if anyone did get the book open, the words would fade away. Combined with the fact that he never intended to have the book leave its hiding place in his room, it should be safe enough.

He dipped his quill into the ink pot again and continued.

The first thing that has to be said is that we can't continue. There have been too many deaths on both sides and the longer we wizards continue to fight amongst ourselves, the more we weaken ourselves. We should be looking at the real threats.

The non-humans.

They are developing far faster than they should.

The Goblins especially... Foul, filthy brutes who want nothing more than to repeat the bloodshed of the past. They hide it well, but you can see it if you look beyond their accepted place... Why else would they have developed a device that can track any magical signature?

They've given it to the Ministry and the Ministry's just seen the use for it now. They think it's great that they can track the Dark Lord... or that they will be able to shortly. Don't they see the real problem? Don't they see how dangerous that is?

No, they don't. I know they don't. If they did they would never have ordered so many. I don't know exactly how many but if my assumptions about the part numbers are correct then it's hundreds of the things. I don't know their range but that doesn't matter. Hundreds is still far too many and will leave no place to hide.

I don't know how these devices work. I do know that they seem to be a mix of potion and crystal. The potion is pretty simple, it just changes colour, any four year old can mix that one up. The crystal though, that's been etched with runes. Acid etched, if the order forms are right, there seems to be something to do with silver wire. Like I said, I don't know how they work and I've only ever seen one once, but it was enough.

It has to be stopped. I just don't know how.

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