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Watching Sorrow	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter seven

            Tom Riddle was in shock; it was the only explanation that made any sense to him. Here he was, in the house of his lover and devoted follower, watching him coo over the boy that had been responsible for his ‘death’. That would have been enough to put most in shock but Tom was stronger that that; no, it was the fact that Lucius had dragged him out of the study and into the main Malfoy library only to set him down with a book that he had never seen before. During the month that Harry had stayed with Lucius; he had offered Lucius insight into nearly every facet of himself bar the time travel and his companions. Lucius had found himself falling under the spell of the chaos beast. At one point while they were both drunk, Lucius had convinced Harry to give him a pensieve view of some of his worst memories. Harry had been just sober enough to only give him the Dursleys memories. After that he had noticed that he had a strange tendency to mother Harry. He had mapped out every scar on the boys body and they had been lovers pretty regularly. He loved his lord dearly; but he truly cared for this boy as well. During that time he had come to the conclusion that he needed to find a way to make his lord understand about Harry. The boy was carrying hurts under that exterior that could kill any ten men they were shared amongst. He had called upon Aurelia Zabini at one point to come in and give Harry a medical scan; they had started a medical file that would stay here at Malfoy manor. They had looked at what amounts to an x-ray of Harry’s entire body and realized that most of the bones in his body needed replacement. They had done it that night. Now something that you need to understand is that regrowing one bone is excruciating, but for every additional bone that is needed to be regrown at once the pain magnifies itself exponentially. They regrew thirty-eight bones that night… the boy never made a sound of pain and smiled at them every time they came to visit him. This may not seem so weird until you understand that Harry had no painkillers; it would have interfered with the healing.

            Lucius decided that the first step to convincing his lord was to show him what an asset the boy could be. The book that Harry had shown him in his mind he had found a copy of. He had forced his lord to read the pertinent parts.

Chaos Beast: a being that is created by magic to protect the world, each has between 2 and 6 mates, in theory there could be more, but 6 is the largest quantity recorded. Known to have many traits of magical creatures, voice of the siren, hunger of the incubus/succubus, blood hunger of the vampire, shape-shifting, and dream walking there are believed to be other powers that are individual to each being.

Their eyes are generally of strongly unusual colors. Hair can be any color, but generally will not grow until maturity. These creatures have extraordinarily long lives, in fact one has never died of natural causes; their body has a peculiar healing mechanism, in general they will heal in a way similar to humans until they are severely wounded, in which case their body tends to go into a coma and heal everything at an amazingly rapid pace. These are rare and amazingly powerful creatures, and the only time of real weakness is in infancy; beware readers… should you cross a chaos beast, there is no place in any realm that will grant you sanctuary, for these are truly magic’s most beloved children.

            Tom watched somewhat amusedly as his lover tried to convince him to keep the boy Harry alive; he found it so amusing that he didn’t bother to tell him that he had decided to keep the boy; if he could really offer the allies that Lucius had discussed then he was an asset; but he had to admit that the information that Lucius was giving him on the boy made him feel odd about him. Tom couldn’t quite understand why Harry was here offering him the alliance that he was; after all he had killed his parents, and given tried to kill him… there was something off in the way that the boy comported himself… he was trying to arrange for peace treaties for the magical creatures, and seemed to have no problems with dying before he had arranged it. Tom turned his amused gaze back to Lucius, making a silent decision to keep an eye on this Harry potter. As he read all of the information he could find on chaos beasts he listened to everything that Lucius told him about Harry. As he listened he felt Lucius’ fondness of the boy gather within him… if Lucius cared about this so much he would have to try to care as well… he would never know exactly how important that was.

Harry woke up rapidly; he knew that he had some business to arrange today; the goblins had two weeks before started gathering al of the materials he needed for a very special project. Out of his 2,000 years he had gathered information on the muggles. And he had come up with a plan to create what was in effect a long lasting EMP… only after a hundred years passed would machines be able to work again. He would be using himself to fuel the spell; there was a very slight chance of him surviving it. Almost as slight as the one of him surviving the war long enough to set it off. He had backup plans in place with the goblins. He had kept track of the muggle financial fields while moving through time, and had given that information to the goblins. If he died before he fulfilled his destiny, he knew they would finish this for him. Within the first seven months the three became lovers, though they never spoke of love nor of permanence… and though they asked often, Harry never spoke of who his mate truly was.

Seven years into the war Harry was captured by Dumbledore… he later was ruefully heard telling his lovers Lucius and Voldemort that the light’s torture was worse than anything Voldemort had yet to come up with; Voldemort was seen sulking for the next month much to his lovers’ amusement.

Harry spent the next ten years with Voldemort; only once they had defeated Dumbledore did Harry tell him that Voldemort was his second mate… unfortunately he had chosen a bad time to do so. Unbeknownst to Harry, who had been gone the last year; Lucius was ill. It was a wizarding disease that had no cure; Voldemort did not believe Harry was serious since he had not said anything to even hint at the permanence of this matter earlier. He thought that Harry was just trying to distract him from Lucius’ illness, he did not think He simply responded; and he did so quite harshly, he screamed at the boy who had barely aged at all, he appeared to be between 14 and fifteen while at the same time appearing ageless. He made it quite clear that he was not interested in Harry in that fashion, he continued on to say that Harry had no right to joke at such a time… but Harry did not hear. Harry’s heart felt like it stopped beating in his heart at the words coming from the lips of his beloved. He had always known of course that he was not worthy of a mate of his own. Neville had been the one who was most likely to accept him… but he had not realized how badly the pain of a second rejection would hurt him. He had not heard much of the words from Voldemort’s mouth after that point. However when he ranted about waiting until Lucius was dying to dare to do something like this, Harry walked away from Voldemort. He walked across the house to the room that he knew was Lucius’. He paused before the door, a tear slipping down his cheek; it was becoming difficult to breathe… forcing in a breath, he slipped in the door; for the first time in weeks Lucius was alone, the doctors had finally left him to rest. He was quietly coming to terms with the fact that he was dying when he heard a rustle next to his bed. He looked up and saw Harry looking at him with eyes that were so full of pain that Lucius knew something had gone wrong. “What is wrong, Harry?” he questioned urgently. Harry simply gave him a broken yet beautiful smile. “I have come to give you a final gift, my friend.” He whispered as he held out his hand over Lucius’ stomach; the sheets and blanket moved away from his hand as it started to glow a sickly green.

This is the scene that Voldemort walked in on. Upon seeing it he was frozen; horrified in the darkness. Watching that glowing green hand descend upon his beloved, at the will of the man he had just rejected. Voldemort felt a horror in his chest… was Harry killing Lucius to spite him? As Voldemort and Lucius looked at Harry they watched as three bright glowingly beautiful sparks flew from his stomach up to his arm and then down to the hand that hovered over Lucius. The three sparks flowed into Lucius and he felt a power he had never felt before and as he felt his body heal; he knew that something was horribly wrong, this was something that was not meant to happen. After a moment Lucius came back to himself, Voldemort was still incapable of movement in the shadows. Harry was clinging to the side of the bed weakly, and as Lucius looked upon him he noticed that Harry was growing even paler than he normally was; then he fell to the ground, Lucius was immediately out of the bed by his side, holding up his head. “Harry, what is wrong with you? What did you do?” he urgently pleaded with the boy. He received a heart-stopping sweet smile, weak though it was. “Do you remember my friend, when I told you not to grow too attached to my existence?” he received a nod. “I finally took your advice… I approached my second mate; my second chance.” Lucius suddenly understood horrified. “He rejected you!?” he received a weak nod. “I… always knew he would… but I hoped that… the three of us could be happy together.” Here the green eyes turned up to him. “Be happy, Lucius, keep your mate and be happy as I was unworthy to be.” Voldemort had heard all of this; and he suddenly realized what it all meant. Harry had been serious; he hadn’t been trying to distract him from Lucius’ illness. He had rejected a chaos beast; his lover… harshly and without thought. Harry was dying; at this thought he rushed forward… what most do not know about chaos beasts is that each mate is only given one chance to accept the suite of such a being because of the pain that is cast upon it if it is rejected. So when Voldemort rushed forward to the dying boy; he was already too late.

He recanted his rejection before his beloved Lucius; he received one final sweet smile from the boy who had shared their lives before his body simply faded from Lucius’ arms. Lucius sat there in shock as Voldemort crashed to his knees beside the space where moments before had lain Harry. When he hit the ground he started to do something that he had not done since he was a small child; he cried. Lucius was in shock, but could not stop himself from reaching forward and embracing the man. Both of them felt the hole in their lives that was where Harry over the years had filled them with his sweetness. He had been fierce in battle, merciless to enemies… and the sweetest, most gentle being that they had ever been blessed to share a life with… and they had lost him forever due to one lapse of control. Many of Harry’s belongings disappeared that day; in fact, all of his belongings save those he willed to his allies, which were few. The goblins went through with Harry’s second plan, and Lucius and Voldemort lived for about two thousand more years before they died… they ruled earth and magic prospered while they did, she remembered how her last child loved these two. And they never stopped missing the boy until the day that they ceased to exist. Another 6,000 years passed, and humans were well established within the stars. All was as humans would wish it, magic had ceased to choose mortals to accept her gifts, and instead she watched and waited. Finally one day it surged forth, and a prophecy was born. One from the world of Furya would be the downfall of a Lord Marshall. It watched as the Furyans fell. And guarded over one boy that grew to be a great hunter; it watched as he killed, it watched as he saw his only friend fall, and it watched as a ship fell from the sky. Finally it felt that it was time, and as a ship fell from the sky on a planet that only ever saw the moon once in every sixty years, it placed the weakened and pallid form of the newly named Rhios on the planet, and rewound time by two months; it released the Zephyrcat from his flesh, and set them loose in the abandoned adobe complex, the zephyr caring for the still recovering form of Rhios. Another mate to her beloved child was born; now was his chance to be loved… she sent a magical gift to her son; he would not know of it until he needed it… it was infinite knowledge to match his already nearly infinite power.
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