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Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the
characters, I own this particular plot. I�m not making any money off of this,
no malice intended, no infringement intended and so on etc. Also, if this is
similar to any other fanfics, it was not intentional.
As per usual, any original characters, theories about magic and anything not
already known to JKR�s HP world or general fandom is
mine.

A/N:
Whoops, I made a slight error that needs
clarifying! Incubi and Succubi are in season every ten years for six months and
that is the time that they are most fertile with each other. They could and can have children with say Muggles and Witches and very rarely with each other when
not in season. If they wanted to have Full Blooded Demon offspring the best
time would be that six month window every ten years.

Another
thing, from this chapter until the Summit,
Harry = the golem and Cyriacus = Harry. Ah yes, some of you
have asked how to pronounce Cyriacus, from what I have learned it is either
Sir-ai-cus
or as I pronounce it Sira-cus. Odd I know but it is
Greek, oh and it means �of the lord� or �lord� if you�re curious.

Warnings: There is rape,
though I don�t go into any detail but I thought you should know.

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter VIII

Lies

Truly, to tell lies is not honorable;

but when the truth entails tremendous ruin,

to speak dishonorably is pardonable.

-Sophocles, Creusa

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Strategy Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Tuesday the 12^th of August
1997

10:20 PM

�Are
things going smoothly regarding the arrangements for Cyriacus?� Voldemort asked
Severus who took a seat at the table, second to the last to arrive.

Severus
inclined his head politely. �Very smoothly my Lord, Dumbledore suspects nothing
out of the normal. Harry�s cleverly diverted Dumbledore�s suspicions about his
moodiness the past month by mentioning his supposed bond to the grieving
Cyriacus.�

�He�s
a very intelligent man, you must be pleased.� Lucius complimented.

Severus
glanced at his friend. �As surprising at it was finding out the truth, I
actually am pleased.�

Someone
sniggered from the shadows, heads turned and wands were raised. The sniggering
turned into a chuckle as Harry calmly stepped out of the shadows and leaned
against the wall, gracing everyone present with a mocking smile. He was wearing
a black leather trench coat with various buckles and straps dangling off it.

�How
heartwarming, I suppose the only downside is that Cyriacus is not here to hear
that for himself.� What was obviously the golem retorted.

Voldemort
raised an eyebrow. �Where is your Creator?�

The
golem shrugged. �He�ll be along when he can; we accidentally stumbled into a
few Incubi on the way here. No doubt he�s leading them on a merry and pointless
chase.�

Ian
Buchanan studied the golem carefully. �It�s very well constructed; it will
easily pass as Potter.�

�I�ll
be sure to let Cy know,� �Harry� said amused.

�Obvious
that he�s imbued it with his unique personality,� Dillon Flint commented.

Before
the golem could snap out a sharp comment, he was knocked forward as Cyriacus
stumbled out of the shadows. The two black haired men tumbled onto the floor,
cursing. Cyriacus grabbed hold of the golem�s shoulders and rolled so the golem
was on top of him.

Antares
blinked, �What are you two doing?�

�Getting
off on each other obviously,� the golem mock purred.

Cyriacus
spared the older boy a withering look. �Untangling our clothes you blind idiot!
Harry I told you not to wear the buckle trench coat, you�re a walking death
trap.�

�Well
who told you to go and wear one of those mesh shirts you like so much?� Harry
retorted.

�I
didn�t have a choice exactly,
Anthony dragged me to Twilight�s Haven and you know as well as I do that everyone dresses like this there.�
Cyriacus snarled irritably.

Harry
slapped at Cyriacus�s hands and carefully untangled his buckle and straps from
the delicate mesh shirt. �Did you have a good time?�

�It
was passable; I could have gone without the groping though.�

�Can�t
we all?� Harry replied amused. �I bet the first one was a Vampire, wasn�t it?�

�No,
it was a half Siren, half-Veela.� Cyriacus answered
with a slight shudder.

Harry
snickered. �Was it the scarily beautiful kind or the hideously gag-worthy
kind?�

�The
latter and I have to say if I hadn�t had my dose of Hereditas suppressum, I certainly wouldn�t have
needed it after being groped by that
thing!�

Harry
laughed uproariously as he finished untangling their clothes. �I sympathize,
truly I do.�

�Bastard,�
Cyriacus grumbled.

�No,
that�s you Cy.�
Harry retorted with a grin as he rolled off of his Creator and got to his feet
before turning around and offering the other man a hand up.

Cyriacus
took the offered hand and climbed to his feet, brushing off his dragonhide trousers. �How silly of me to
forget, thank you ever so much for reminding me Harry.�

�My pleasure, Cyriacus.� Harry said cheerfully as he bowed.

Lucius
Malfoy groaned. �Now there are two of you, how will we survive the next three
weeks?�

�Just
suck it up like a man,� Harry and Cyriacus snapped at the same time, scowling.

�Scary.�
The Lestrange twins whispered, staring at the two
dark haired men who were essentially the same person.

Harry
sneered and gave them the finger, �Sod off.�

�I
guess you didn�t come out exactly the same,� Cyriacus said with some amusement as
he tossed an arm around his creation and led him away from the Lestranges.

�That�s
not my fault!� Harry growled.

�Never
said it was,� Cyriacus replied smoothly as he reached a hand into Harry�s
pocket and pulled out a packet of Silk Cut. Taking out two cigarettes, he
passed one onto the golem and lit his with a thought. �We can�t be too similar after all and no one in the
Order knows what I�m like when I�m in a passably decent mood.�

Harry
lit his cigarette and copied Cyriacus�s example. �How do you smoke these
things?�

�Just
like you�re doing now,� Cyriacus answered. �Not the best habit I picked up but
it�s hardly going to kill me now is it?�

�I
suppose not.� Harry agreed as he exhaled the smoke.

Voldemort
glanced from one to the other and shook his head. �I see the two of you are
already falling into the role of supposed Blood Brothers.�

�Less
deviations in public if we act like this in private,� Cyriacus nodded as he
conjured two chairs at the end of the table. At the same time the two dropped
down into their chairs, reclining exactly the same; one leg tossed over the
chair arm, an arm crossed over the chest with a hand resting on a shoulder and
the other arm crossed behind the head, supporting it.

�Eerie,�
Pansy Parkinson agreed glancing at the Lestrange
twins.

Cyriacus
glared at her before turning to glance at Voldemort. �I hope there was a reason
behind Calling? There are plenty of things I should be doing instead of sitting
here listening to everyone exclaiming over how similar my golem and I act.�

�I�ve
received the guest list for the Summit;
I thought you may want to look at it.� Voldemort replied as he levitated a
scroll down to where Cyriacus was sitting.

Cyriacus
picked up the scroll and scanned through the list, frowning. When he finished
he shot a look at Harry and then sent the scroll back to Voldemort. �As
interesting as that is, it would be better perhaps to look that over when I get
the security plans. Speaking of which, we need to practice for the Summit if only so everyone
knows what to expect from everyone else.�

�Practice?�
Macnair asked.

�Surely
you�d rather know what you are going to be up against before the Summit? Otherwise I�d be
just as pleased to surprise you.�

Harry
smirked at everyone at the table. �I say you just surprise them, it�ll be a
good show.�

�It
would be amusing wouldn�t it? Like the time we ran the Auror
Trials in teams.� Cyriacus snickered.

Voldemort
got to his feet, �We will adjourn to the Dueling Hall then.�

The
people seated at the table got up and followed the Dark Lord out of the room
with Harry and Cyriacus bringing up the rear. Glancing around as they navigated
the halls they noted the ornate decorations and designs. Unsurprisingly
serpents dominated a fair amount of the d�cor. The Dueling Hall was thirty feet
wide by fifty feet long room, covered in cushioning charms. Torches lighted the
room, hanging high on the walls which were windowless no doubt to prevent
spells from reflecting around the room.

Cyriacus
studied the room as he absently Transfigured his
clothes into durable light weight silk dress robes. Once his body was covered
with the billowing robes, he wordlessly checked over the Concealing Charms that
hid his daggers. Moving into the center of the room, he waited.

�Terms?�
Voldemort asked as he waved for his Inner Circle
to move into position in various places around the room.

Cyriacus
smiled coolly. �Anything and everything, I doubt that you can do too much
damage. Don�t worry; I won�t be casting anything that will be fatal.�

Once
he finished speaking he began throwing hexes and jinxes so rapidly that he had
five people down before the others had time to react. Constantly on the move he
fluidly dodged and evaded spells as he slowly but surely continued to incapacitate
his opponents. He caught the Lestrange twins with a
Net spell which put them to sleep as he was nicked with a Cutting Hex by Draco
Malfoy. With a sneer, Cyriacus raised both hands above his head and made a
lasso gesture before bringing his hand down hard, pointing to the floor. The
floor violently tossed everyone around and Cyriacus began a Fog Spell as he
reached for his daggers. Moving silently he managed to stab a few of his
opponents disarming them as he moved along.

Lucius
Malfoy cursed as he cast a spell to lift the fog and hissed when he saw that
six others were lying on the floor bleeding. Taking aim he shot a Blasting hex
at Cyriacus�s unprotected back almost smiling as the younger man didn�t move
out of its path. Cyriacus felt something aiming towards him but paid it no mind
certain his Reflection wards would send the spell back to its caster. A
startled yelp followed by a satisfying thump
proved his guess correct as he and Ian Buchanan engaged in a small dagger
fight. A few slashes followed by a few good kicks and the older man was down,
Cyriacus dodging spells as he pushed the Anti-poison �gem� on his left
bracelet. A quick scan of the room showed that he had incapacitated at least
thirty of the hundred or so people in the room.

�Crucio!� Several voices shouted in unison.

Cyriacus
managed to dodge out of the way of six of them, only being hit with eight which
he easily broke free of, it was all mind over matter after all. A wave of his
hand sent the closest Death Eaters near him flying in the air before landing
rather hard on the charmed floor or other DE�s.
Moving towards a shadowed wall he melted into the shadow stepping out
behind the group of soon-to-be Seventh Year Slytherins. A Wordless Spell coated
his daggers with a Sleeping Venom as he moved forward slashing along their
necks shallowly enough not to cause too much bleeding but deep enough for the
venom to work. Unsurprisingly Crabbe and Goyle attempted to manhandle him and were thrown a good
five feet away just like Ron and Hermione had been the day he arrived. Cyriacus
smirked as he and Blaise Zabini exchanged kicks, I
love Proximity Wards. Draco shot a Bone breaking Curse at him as he dodged
around out of the way in case it might be reflected at him. The Curse connected
snapping several of Cyriacus�s ribs, causing him to hiss as he quickly muttered
a powerful Heal-all Spell.

Slashing
down Blaise�s arm, Cyriacus whipped around and gave
Draco a wolfish smile. �Pario Timoris!�
(Bring forth the source of fear)

A
huge Cockatrice appeared in a large burst of smoke, it was at least seven feet
tall with the head and tail of a Romanian Longhorn and the body of a scarlet
rooster. Draco screeched as the Cockatrice snapped at him and ran for his life.
Cyriacus laughed as he cast a few more Terror Illusions into the crowd around
him. The rest of the duel was fairly quick as the Illusions could do some
damage and couldn�t be banished without the correct spell which no one knew.
Cyriacus meanwhile was being supported by Harry as they both laughed
hysterically at the sort of Illusions that were running around the room. There
was Draco�s Cockatrice, Heather Zabini�s Thestral, his father�s Werewolf (which looked a great deal
like Remus in wolf form) and Bruce Wallace�s swarm of Imps.

�Relego,� Cyriacus
choked out over his laughter, the Illusions vanished in another cloud of smoke.

�God
that was hilarious,� Harry said with a wide smile as he directed various
Heal-all Spells to the bleeding Death Eaters and various antidotes to the Posioned ones.

Cyriacus
stretched, �Wasn�t it though? That reminds me father, you�ll have to have a
word with Dumbledore about my familiar.�

Severus
glared at his son. �What about your familiar? Isn�t it
a Snowy Owl?�

�Hedwig
had an accident while I was at Arcanum so I had to get a new familiar. In fact
he might unsettle you a bit.�

Severus
sneered, �Do you think I frighten so easily?�

�Don�t
say he didn�t warn you,� Harry commented amused.

Cyriacus
smiled at his not-twin, �Sverre!�

A
black mist gathered next to Cyriacus�s leg and slowly a huge wolf with silver
black tipped fur appeared. Severus�s eyes widened and
he swallowed, staring at the wolf next to his son.

�He�s
not a wolf of course but Sverre will probably stay in this wolf form when we�re
at Hogwarts.� Cyriacus explained as he stroked Sverre�s
head.

Severus
relaxed marginally, �What is it then?�

Sverre
blinked and right before everyone�s eyes he morphed into a black silver-backed
Jackal with luminous silver eyes. I
am most offended at being labeled an �it�. I am male.

�It�s
telepathic?� Phillipe Merle gasped.

I�ll have you know that I am older
then all of you put together so I would suggest that you treat me with a little
more respect. Sverre thought at
them.

Cyriacus
scratched behind Sverre�s ear. �I learned the most
amusing thing about Ancient Egypt; it seems that most if not all the Old �Gods�
were really Demons.�

�How
was that possible?� Voldemort asked shocked.

There were times when humans were
nothing but weaklings, mystified by our powers. Nearly all the Ancient
Religions were ruled by Demons until the forces of Order settled and blossomed.
We returned back to our homeland not because we fear the Order Magicks but simply because we are more comfortable there.
One would be surprised at how much Demon blood runs through the veins of
you�mortals.

Rodolphus
glared. �You make us sound as dirty as the un-magical beings.�

Sverre
tilted his head. From what the Grand
Duke tells me of your ways, I would have to agree to that statement. To a
Demon, your kind are more like the �mudbloods� of
your world whereas the un-magical kind are somewhat in-between.

�Why
is that?� Bellatrix hissed, insulted.

�To
a Demon, we would have dirty blood because we�re a form of mutation that occurs
when Muggle and Demon genes mix. Where do you think we get the ability to
channel magic from? Muggles are simply either a way
to procreate for most of the Demons or they are fodder, so they have their
uses. Wizards and Witches do not produce offspring as reliably with Demons and
we are �twisted� as we can tap into Demonic Magicks
and the free-flowing Order Magicks.�

Lucius
frowned, �If that�s true then why does the Demon Prince want Cyriacus as his
Consort?�

Normally no one would have given him
a second glance but he does carry old Demonic blood, even if it is diluted.
He�s a Necromancer and no Demon can channel that kind of Magic plus he�s a male
capable of carrying offspring, not just Siring. He would bring not only an
infusion of Old Blood but an infusion of new Gifts and abilities. What you
would not notice is that we do occasionally return and claim our half-blooded
children sired on mortal women. Unlike you magical folk, we know that fresh
blood infuses the overall power of Demon bloodlines. Sverre glanced up at Cyriacus and then over to
Voldemort. The power at Cyriacus�s
disposal is such that the Royal Incubi will not give up without some
persuasion. To infuse the current Royal bloodline with his would prove very
advantageous, I am certain.

�Let�s
not go there Sverre, they do not need to know that.� Cyriacus cut in before his
Familiar could say anything else that should remain a secret.

Aristides wants you rather badly, Sverre commented privately to Cyriacus.

�He
can want me as much as he likes but he�s not going to have me. As it is I am
bound to the scarlet eyed one now and I have a feeling that it is far deeper
and more binding than the others.� Cyriacus growled in Demonic.

Chaos magic can Corrode Order Magic,
if directed correctly.

�I
am no one�s brood mare!�

No one said that you were, that�s what you are assuming Cyriacus. Think of the things
you could do as the Demon Prince Consort, think of the Magicks
you could learn.

�I
am Amorphous and I am not tempted to learn beyond what I already know. As for
the Chaos magic, there is a slim possibility it can Corrode whatever it is that
binds me but can it be done without damaging myself is something else. I rather
like my limbs and my Gifts as they are Sverre. I have options should this not
be something I desire but even then, Corrosion working on something as deeply
entwined as this bond may not be possible and I will not agree to sell myself
if I get nothing from it.�

All the
more reason to see if it is possible.

�We
will see.� Cyriacus commented before nodding to Voldemort and then fading into
the shadows.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Diagon Alley Apparation Point

Diagon Alley, London UK

Wednesday the 13^th of August
1997

9:00 AM

Harry
was shifting from foot to foot, obviously very impatient for his Blood brother
to arrive. Hermione and Ron along with Sirius and Remus were watching him
subtly, noting his impatience but refraining from commenting. Minutes ticked by
until the two Snapes finally appeared. Cyriacus was
three inches taller than Harry with a slim but muscled frame. He had his
father�s black hair which was shoulder length and flowed around his head, his
eyes were a dark green. Unlike his father his skin had the lightest tint of a
tan and his face wasn�t as sharply defined and as everyone noticed he wasn�t
nearly as reserved. Of course, if that wasn�t enough to convince them that
Cyriacus was not going to be a Snape Jr. it was the fact that he was wearing
dark blue denim jeans and a tight fitting silver shirt.

�Harry!�
Cyriacus shouted before crushing his friend in a hug.

Severus
looked pained to see his son and Heir on such friendly terms with his schoolboy
rival�s son. Remus and Sirius exchanged amused smiles at that but quickly
looked away when the other man glanced towards them.

�It�s
damned good to see you again Cy!� said Harry pulling away from Cyriacus. �Hullo
Sverre, you remember me still don�t you?�

Sverre
licked Harry�s hand as his tail wagged. Remus eye�s focused on the strange
looking wolf.

�You
have a wolf for a familiar Mr. Snape?� Remus asked formally.

Cyriacus
finally noticed the others. �You must be Remus Lupin and Sirius Black? Harry�s
told me a great deal about the two of you. Just call me Cyriacus or Cy for short, I didn�t even know I was a Snape until a few
weeks ago so more then likely I wouldn�t know to answer to it! As for Sverre,
yes he�s a wolf. I found him in the woods just off the grounds at Arcanum and
just after that he just never left. Headmaster Randolph said that it was alright so he�s
been with me ever since.�

Harry
chuckled, �Do you remember that time when that stuffy old school official was
visiting-�

�And
thought Sverre had rabies because Charlie fed him some Fizzing Whizbees? That was hilarious!� Cyriacus finished chuckling
as he tossed an arm around Harry�s shoulders.

Harry
laughed and changed the topic. �So how about we go drop your things off at your
room at the Leaky Cauldron and then I take you off to go see some British
Wizarding shops?�

�Only
if you take me to the place where you picked up those chaps, Connor would be so
pleased to see you took his advice! You and I both know that Lizzie wouldn�t be
able to resist grabbing your ass if you were wearing that thing!� Cyriacus�s
smile turned wolfish. �Oh yes but that�s right, someone was already grabbing
your ass in those things, Hotaru and Anthony if I remember those pictures
correctly!�

Harry
shoved him away, �Smart mouthed idiot.�

Cyriacus
wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, �Oh I know how to use my mouth!�

�Horny
bastard!�, Harry laughed as the two began to walk away
from the Apparation point to the Leaky Cauldron.

Ron
and Hermione stared as the two older boys walked off with Sverre trailing
behind them. They were pushing and shoving each other in a friendly way as they
teased each other. Remus just shook his head, very amused.

�Well!
He�s definitely not your in anything but blood!� Sirius said rather cheerfully.
�We�d better go and catch up with them!�

Severus
glared at them, �I�ll be on my way then, keep an eye on those two.�

�We
will Severus,� Remus agreed before the four Gryffindors turned to follow the
others.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Gardens

Shadow Keep, First Sphere, Demon Realm

Friday the 15^th of August
1997

8:45 PM

�It
won�t be much longer before we find him Aristides but in the meantime you must
not attempt to capture the Grand Duke while we are gone.� Queen Photine told
her eldest son as they strolled through the garden.

Aristides
snorted. �He�s a clever man but does he really think that false identity would
stop me from finding him?�

�Who
says he is trying to hide from you dear brother? It�s true that he avoids
making his presence known to you but has he ever hidden himself purposely? No,
he�s avoiding someone else.� Chara pointed out
amused.

Photine
quickly interceded before her children could begin an argument. �It does not
matter why he is hiding himself, he will be found very soon Aristides. I beg
you to be patient while we are gone and do not pursue the Grand Duke should you
find his location.�

�Worry
not, I will be patient.� Aristides said somewhat absently. �How long will you
be gone?�

Chara
rolled her eyes, �Do you not pay any attention to anything but the reports
regarding your beloved Grand Duke, brother? Mother, Father and I will be journeying
through the Second and Third Spheres for the next eight revolutions. You�ll
survive without seeing the Grand Duke for five mortal days.�

Aristides
glared at his sister; he did not appreciate her sense of humor. �Shouldn�t you
be going?�

�All
in good time dear brother,� Chara said sweetly.

Photine
shook her head. �That will be enough! Remember you have full powers of Regency
should any problems arise in our absence. Beware of the Chaos entites,
they have been more restless of late.�

�I
will be cautious mother, worry not.� Aristides said giving his mother and
sister a hug as they returned inside to oversee packing their things for their
trip.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Snape Manor, Cumbria UK

Sunday the 17^th of August
1997

9:00 PM

�I�m
going up to my room for the night. Tomorrow�s the eighteenth so I�ll be staying
in my room until probably the morning of the nineteenth. If I�m not out of my
room by seven thirty, I would suggest going up to check and make sure I�m still
there. I�ve got a small stock of food and drink so there�s no need for anyone
to pop into my room so make sure the House Elves stay clear of it.� Cyriacus
instructed his father standing in the doorway of the study.

Severus
glanced up from his Potions Journal. �You�ve told me nearly two dozen times
Cyriacus! I remember and I will adhere to your instructions.�

Cyriacus
just sighed. �Just remember okay? I�ll see you on Tuesday.�

�Mmm, see you then.� Severus agreed returning to his notes.

Harry
navigated through the halls and stairs back up to his room, barely paying any
heed to the furnishings. It was a rather plain building compared to Eagle�s
Spire and Riddle Mansion but it was comfortable and roomy
at least. It was elegantly designed with high ceilings, large windows and durable
but comfortable furniture. It had only a hundred and forty rooms or so his
father had told him but the dungeons were nearly twice the size of those at
Hogwarts. Cyriacus snickered, it seemed that nearly all the Snapes
had enjoyed spending the majority of their time in the dungeons brewing Potions
and practicing Dark Arts, probably.

Surprisingly
things were going very smoothly, Dumbledore was not the least bit suspicious of
Cyriacus Snape and no longer watched Harry Potter as closely as he had in the
beginning. Everyone was surprised when they learned that the Potions Master had
a son who was completely the opposite of his father. The Gryffindor students
were slightly wary of him Cyriacus but Harry�s friendship had made them at
least tolerate the other boy. Harry had been telling him about Ron and
Hermione�s attempts to regain the closeness of the old Trio and Ron�s growing
resentment of Cyriacus. It seemed that the red head was jealous of Harry�s
close friendship with the �greasy git�s son�. After
that the two had gone even more out of their way to populate their conversation
with their time at Arcanum, their mutual friends and inside jokes. The adults
were worrying about Voldemort�s reaction to finding out about his Potions
Master�s son. Severus of course had reported Voldemort�s enthusiasm at the
possibility of training another Potions Master and it was very likely that
Cyriacus would have to take the Dark Mark and be a Spy like his father. Harry
had been furious at the news but Cyriacus had taken it into stride, spending
several hours trying to �calm� his Blood brother.

In
the end though no one suspected anything and plans were moving along swiftly
regarding the attack on the Summit.
Cyriacus was becoming more and more aware of Voldemort�s lingering gaze but
ignored it. If he wasn�t going to play brood mare for the Demon Prince, he
certainly wasn�t going to play brood mare for Voldemort! Cyriacus was becoming
more and more annoyed at the attention he was drawing. Sverre wasn�t helping
matters, constantly prodding him to barter his body or a child in exchange for
freedom from Voldemort�s machinations. After a few days of working constantly
on examining the threads that bound his body and magic, Cyriacus knew that even
a focused application of Chaos Magic wouldn�t free him without seriously
turning him into a squib. Nothing was worth that, even his magic. Perhaps
before he had gained Preeminence and become Amorphous he might have been
willing to chance it but no longer, he knew the true perfection of perfectly
balanced magic and he would not give it up.

Reaching
his room finally which was on the third floor in the North wing of the Manor,
Cyriacus opened the door and entered. The room was rather similar to his room
at Grimmauld place only instead of dark woods; it was
filled with golden woods and was decorated in various shades of sea-green.
Locking the door securely behind him, Cy headed over
to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower before bed. Once he was dry and had
brushed his teeth he headed back into the bedroom wearing a pair of satin
pajama bottoms. Yawning he climbed into his queen sized sleigh bed and with a
flick of his wand the lights were put out. He shifted around in bed for a few
minutes before finding a comfortable spot and drifting off to sleep. Little did
he know that he would not be waking again just a few hours after midnight�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Prince�s Suite

Shadow Keep, First Sphere, Demon Realm

Monday the 18^th of August
1997

3:39 AM

Even
in his sleep, Cy noticed something was wrong but could
not force himself to wake up even when he tried his hardest. He attempted to
reach out with his senses to find the source behind what the �wrongness� was
but it took him such a long time that he almost feared he would never awake. The
moment he regained consciousness though, he realized immediately that today was
not going to be a good day, for him anyways. He knew for a fact that he had not
gone to sleep with his arms tied to the headboard with silken ropes.

�I
was beginning to wonder when you were going to wake my beautiful Grand Duke,�
Aristides murmured from his chair next to the bed, eyes gazing at him hungrily.

Cyriacus
glanced around the room and knew immediately that he was in the place he had
never wanted to be, the Demon Realm. �How did I get here?�

Aristides
smiled triumphantly, �I brought you of course.�

�How
did you get past my wards?� Cyriacus snarled.

�I
had some help, for a price of course but once I learned how you wizards use
wards it wasn�t hard to learn how to Corrode them. I
only removed enough to be able to enter your room though so no one will be
looking for you until tomorrow morning at the earliest. If you haven�t noticed
already I�ve Sealed your Magic so you have no way to fight me unless your Chaos
Magic can Corrode the Seal on your Magic. Whatever
shall we do to pass the time?� Aristides asked innocently.

Cyriacus
glared at him. �You do know that the
moment I break free, I�m going to castrate you with a rusty knife?�

�We�ll
see.� Aristides said confident in his ability to change his soon-to-be-lover�s
mind. �Are you certain you wouldn�t rather do this of your own free will?�

�Not
even if you were the last male on
the face of the planet,� Cyriacus said cuttingly.

Aristides
sighed as he reached for a selection of potions which were arrayed on his
nightstand, �Very well.�

Cyriacus
didn�t even resist when Aristides offered him the potions, he drank them
knowing it�d be easier this way. It was rape either way but at least under the
influence of the Potions, his body would not object to the intrusion and thus
he wouldn�t be in half as much pain when he found a way to break free of the
Seal. Before the Potions could begin to cloud his mind he withdrew enough of
himself deep within his mind so that he could begin the laborious task of Corroding the Seal. Hopefully it would only take a few hours
and not a few days, Cy knew very well just how much sex an Incubus needed a day
and he would rather not be fucked raw, Lust Potion or no Lust Potion.

Absently
he could feel hands running over his now naked body but it didn�t matter, he
had to break the Seal before he could think of revenge. Cy
managed one final vicious smile at Aristides which promised lots of pain when
he managed to free himself. As the combination of Potions went to work, he
applied the limited amount of Chaos magic he could control to begin Corrosion.
With the mixture of Potions clouding his senses, he never even noticed the
subtle layer of powerful Chaos Magic that was binding his Order Magic from
being practiced in this Realm. Nor did he come to realize the fact that
Aristides had managed to not only bind his Magic but tangle the threads to the
point where they looked like a bird�s nest and were just as useless.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I
hope you liked the way I wrote Harry and Cyriacus; I wanted them to be a little
out of character so that the Order would think all of Harry�s moodiness was
from being apart. The rape is so very clich�-ish I
know but it�s vital to my plot. The next chapter will be very, very amusing
revenge-wise though and yes, you will finally begin to see HP/LV!

Before
anyone can start to rant about Harry�s reaction to his �rape�. He was trained
at Arcanum for War and he was trained to deal with possible capture which probably
would have involved torture and rape. It will have some effect on the way he
thinks and behaves but right now his first priority is to make his escape.

-SheWolfe7
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