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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297906 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter List
- 7
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This chapter is written by: Aya Macchiato

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Chapter 7

Two days later, Harry's interview with Betty Braithwaite appeared in the Prophet. The front cover of the Prophet had a photograph of Harry sitting beside 'Nicodemus', with Nick's arm wrapped around Harry's shoulder. Harry would periodically turn his head and look at the other boy and smile brightly before ducking his head and grinning while Nick looked down at him and laughed lightly. It was taken in the private room of the hotel where they had met with the reporter. Beside the photo was the intro blurb of the article, and then it said 'continued on page 2-5'. It had turned out to be a rather long interview, but the Prophet had been more than enthusiastic to print the whole thing and Harry was sure that Betty had gotten quite a pretty commission out of the piece. It would likely sell a ton of papers.

The headline read:

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH HARRY POTTER

By Betty Braithwaite

Before the actual interview had even commenced, Harry and Tom had put the young reporter through a vigorous grilling session of her own. Tom had learned through his sources that Betty had basically been Rita's personal trainee. Betty idolized the late Rita Skeeter and had been quite devastated by her mysterious disappearance. Not that she hadn't instantly latched onto the opportunity to fill the missing reporter's shoes and take over her regular column when given the opportunity, mind you.

Harry and Betty had struck an agreement that he was willing to go to Betty with all future journalistic endeavors of his so long as he was pleased with the results of their little encounter that day. Betty was not to under any circumstances report anything about Harry without contacting him first to at least ask for his comment on the matter, and she was not to intentionally misquote him, or ever take something he had said out of context with the intent of leading people to incorrect conclusions. He also insisted that she avoid any malicious gossip about his 'friends' without consulting him first. He made sure to emphasize that he wasn't requiring that she write nothing about his school friends, just that he be informed before hand and be allowed to make adjustments or contribute details.

As long as she stuck to these rules, Harry agreed to make Betty his exclusive journalistic contact, promising her more interviews and information in the future.

Betty, seeing the incredible opportunity for what it was, quickly agreed. Every gossip journalists' dream come true was to be a celebrity's exclusive contact, and to be Harry Potter's contact was an opportunity that she would have to be a fool to pass up.

And so the interview had commenced.

Betty Braithwaite: Mr. Potter, I would like to start by thanking you for your willingness to answer my questions.

Harry Potter: Don't mention it Betty. And, please, call me Harry.

BB: I would also like to thank you for contacting me, I must admit, it was quite a surprise to get your owl.

HP: Well, after I saw your article in the Prophet about my supposed status as 'missing' I thought it would be a good idea to clear some things up. I certainly didn't want anyone to worry needlessly about me.

BB: Speaking of which, what do you have to say on the subject? Are you, in fact, 'missing?'

(Harry laughed)

HP: Hardly. The truth of the matter is that, towards the end of the last school year, I arranged to stay with a good friend of mine rather than return to my muggle relatives house.

BB: If that's the case, why would Albus Dumbledore be secretly trying to track you down, and filling Ministry Auror's heads with fears of their boy savior having been abducted?

HP: Probably because I refused to tell the headmaster where I'm staying, not that it's really his or anyone else's business where I choose to spend my summer holidays. As long as I've got permission from my legal guardians, that's all that matters, and my guardians were more than eager to be rid of me, seeing as how they basically despise the air I breath.

BB: I'm afraid that I simply must ask you to clarify that last part. And why, aside from you not feeling like it being the venerated headmaster's concern, have you refused to disclose your current living arrangements to him?

HP: Well, both answers are basically one and the same. The reason I wouldn't tell Professor Dumbledore where I'm staying is because I know he'd come find me and drag me back to my relatives house, no matter what they, or I, had to say on the matter but I simply refuse to go back. I can't stand them and they can't stand me. I want nothing to do with going back there and they want nothing to do with me coming back. They were more than eager to grant me 'permission' to spend my summer holiday elsewhere.

BB: What could possibly have led to such an unhappy relationship between you and your muggle family?

(Harry scoffed)

HP: Those people hardly qualify as family. My maternal aunt, a muggle, hated my mum and was incredibly jealous that she was a witch. She was so angry and jealous that she ended up overcompensating thus developing a deep seeded hatred for all things magical. She and her muggle husband considered magic evil and unnatural so they spent my entire youth trying to 'beat the freakishness out of me'. That's a quote, by the way. They hated being saddled with me, and only did it because Dumbledore basically threatened them if they refused. My aunt did nothing but tell me my whole youth that I was nothing more than a stupid, worthless, freak, while my uncle beat me every chance he got. They also lied to me my whole life. They never once told me I was a wizard, even though they knew, and they even told me that my parents died in a drunk driving accident. That's a muggle thing involving automobiles. Think of lethally splinching yourself while apparating drunk.

It wasn't until I got my Hogwarts letter at age eleven that I learned about magic and, even then, they tried for more than a week to prevent me from getting my letter. They burned every letter that came in and finally ran from the house, taking me with them, to try escaping the owls. It wasn't until Hagrid showed up in person that I finally got my letter and, even then, my uncle threatened Hagrid with a shotgun, not like it would do any good.

(Editors note: 'Hagrid' is Rubeus Hagrid, the Groundskeeper and current Care of Magical Creatures Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry)

But, back before all that, while I was growing up, any time I performed any accidental magic my uncle beat me then they locked me in a boot cupboard under the stairs, and wouldn't feed me for a week. For years they had me convinced that it was all my fault. That I really was a freak and I had somehow done something to deserve the way they treated me. That it was because I really was unnatural that they treated me so horribly while they treated their own son wonderfully and spoiled him rotten. I mean, I had to have done something to deserve it. I just couldn't understand why they would be so horrible to me and only me. Even after I learned the truth and went to Hogwarts some of those beliefs and fears stuck with me. That I really was a good-for-nothing worthless freak. It's taken four years for me to finally come to terms with everything and see what they did for what it was; child abuse. There was never anything wrong with me. They were the ones that were wrong. What they did was not only morally and ethically wrong, it was illegal and disgusting. They're the worst sort of people, and I refuse to ever set foot in their home again. No matter what Dumbledore, or anyone else, says.

BB: (I must tell you, my readers, that I was thoroughly stunned at this point and had to take a moment to compose myself!)Harry, that is absolutely terrible. To think that our boy savior was left in the care of such terrible people is just horrifying! I cannot imagine what Dumbledore was thinking! But ,surely, now if you simply told him the truth about your living situation, he would never insist that you return there!

HP: That's just the thing, Betty. He knows. I've told him. Even one of my friends at Hogwarts went to him and our head of house trying to bring the situation to his attention but he still insisted that my aunt's home is the only place that I'm safe. There are powerful wards and protections there that have to be tied to a blood relative that prevent anyone with ill intent, or with the Dark Mark, from nearing the house. The thing is that even if I accept that in that house I'm safe from Dark Wizards, I'm still not safe from my muggle uncle. And since I'm still underage, I'm not allowed to use magic during the summers so I have no way of defending myself. Besides, I would argue that where I'm staying right now has wards and protections just as effective as any placed upon my muggle guardian's home, which has been proven by the fact that even Headmaster Dumbledore can't find me while I'm there.

BB: It's stunning, if not completely horrifying, to think that Albus Dumbledore could be aware of such abuse and still insist that you go back!

HP: It's something I've grown accustomed to over the years. I tried telling teachers about how my relatives treated me back when I was in primary school but nothing good ever came out of it. I think I have a bit of a magical healing factor that speeds up my recovery from nasty physical damage. On one hand, it's probably saved my life since it let me recover even after my uncle beat the crap out of me then left me broken and bloody in my cupboard since there was no way that they'd ever take me to get medical treatment. But, on the other hand, it also meant that I recovered so quickly from the beatings that all the proof of them was gone by the time any authority figures were brought in. So everyone always just accused me of lying, trying to get attention or besmirch my relatives 'good names'. So, after a while, I just gave up. I stopped trying to get help. Adults have never helped me. I always had to help myself. That's how it's always been for me. That's why I set up my summer arrangements on my own and in secret.

BB: I must say, you are a very brave young man, Harry. I'm curious as to why you've decided to come forward about all of this now, then?

HP: It's sort of a catharsis for me. I'm trying to work through a lot of personal issues that have been troubling me for a long time. Really, coming to terms with the fact that it really wasn't my fault. You know?

BB: That's a very mature and impressive thing of you. What other things are you doing as a part of this 'healing' of yours?

HP: Well, I'm not actively doing a lot. I'm just trying to enjoy my summer right now. It's been absolutely brilliant actually. Unquestionably the best summer I've ever had.

BB: Is that so? And why would that be, exactly?

(Harry laughed)

HP: Well, for one thing, I'm not with my relatives. I'm not being treated worse than a house elf, being beaten, or constantly being told I'm a worthless piece of filthy trash. But even beyond the whole thing, I'm also staying with Nick.

BB: And who, might I ask, is Nick?

HP: My boyfriend.

BB: Ah, so I guess this confirms the article that came out last January, suggesting that our Boy-Who-Lived does, in fact, prefer the company of the same sex?

(Harry laughed again)

HP: Yes, Betty. I fancy boys, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. That was another part of the whole catharsis thing, I guess. Really coming to terms with who I am and being okay with that. Not being ashamed, feeling like I need to hide it or that I need to pretend to be something I'm not just to meet other people's expectations. I'm just moving forward with my head held high. Proud of who I am and what I've accomplished. Not all that 'Boy-Who-Lived' rubbish, because I was a baby when that happened, and, honestly, I don't remember a bit of it so don't think it counts. But I won the Tri-Wizard Tournament on my own merits and no one else's. I'm proud of that. I'm actually in a pretty happy place, mentally and emotionally, right now, and I'd have to say that Nick is a big part of that. He helped me through a lot of difficult stuff.

BB: Can we get any details on this mysterious 'Nick'?

HP: While I'm sure that people would make a real effort at using any information I give out about him, to try and track me down, I'm also pretty confident in the wards around the house we're in. It's unplottable, anti-owl, anti-apparition, anti-portkey, anti-tracking, –the whole slew and more. And a lot of them are really ancient wards. Plus, Nick himself has said that he has no desire to hide anymore either. He's not ashamed of being gay and doesn't care who finds out. So, anyway, his name is Nicodemus Tomaras and he's 17. He was home-schooled so he never went to Hogwarts or any of the other magical schools. His guardian died last fall so he moved to Hogsmeade where he rented a small cottage and worked part-time at Honeydukes while studying on his own for his NEWTs. He took them this spring and got all Os, actually. I'm really proud of him. I'll be honest and admit to having snuck out of the castle a time or two. Last Halloween, when my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, things got really bad for me at school. I say now that I'm proud of the fact that I manged to win but that doesn't mean that it still doesn't upset me that I was forced to compete. I never entered my name in the tournament, and I'm underage. I never should have been forced into that position.

While things were especially bad, I slipped out of the castle a time or two and that's how I met Nick. He got me. He understood me in ways that pretty much no one else does. He never treated me special or different. I was never The-Boy-Who-Lived to him. I was just Harry and he believed me when I said I hadn't put my name in for the tournament. At the time, even my 'best friends' didn't believe me so it was a relief to have a friendly face.

I didn't sneak out much that year. Just a few times here and there. Mostly, we wrote letters back and forth. We didn't become romantically involved until a few months before the last task, actually. We were just friends up until then. In fact, he offered me the chance to stay at his ancestral home over the summer even before we became romantically involved.

BB: That's an amazing story, Harry. Thank you for sharing it. Now, I'm curious about your appearance in Diagon Alley earlier this summer. The surprising tea you shared with the Minister for Magic caused quite a stir. Is there a story behind such a meeting?

HP: Nothing too much behind the meeting. He and I chatted briefly the day of the last task then he asked if I would like to have tea at some point over the summer and I agreed. He sent me a letter a week into the summer with a time and place so I agreed.

BB: There are some whisperings going about that you may actually pursue a political career after Hogwarts. Is there any merit to these rumors?

HP: I can't really say for sure since I'm only just about to go into my fifth year and I could always change my mind or decide to pursue other interests but, right now, I do think I want to get into politics after Hogwarts. I'd like to try and get some laws changed. The one that prevents students from using magic during the holidays would be one of the first I would try to get repealed. Perhaps there could still be restrictions on it but not the 'no magic at all' rule that exists now. Countries like France, Spain, Greece and Italy all allow their children age eleven and up limited use of magic. Even when away from school. I think we should follow that pattern.

Magical students need to be able to practice their magic during the summer months anyway. But those of us who have to go back and live in the muggle world need it for self defense as well. We need the ability to protect ourselves since we're alone in the muggle world with no one to back us up.

BB: You sound like you don't have a lot of trust for muggles. So, this isn't a feeling limited just to your relatives but muggles in general?

HP: I'll be honest, I don't have a lot of trust in many muggles. I mean, I lived among nothing but muggles for ten years and I can't name you a single one I liked or trusted. I mean, I'm sure there are some that are nice enough people but, with most of them, that's because they're ignorant of the magical world. They are happy keeping themselves deluded and in the dark. What about those that do know about magic but are afraid of it? Muggles that hate it? Or muggles that are jealous and covet it? People like my relatives saw magic as something evil, something that needed to be beaten out of me. Without magic, I have no defense against them.

With the decade of starvation, I grew up to be rather scrawny and my uncle is huge. This last year I finally hit my first significant magical growth spurt but, even with it, he could still easily overpower me, physically. During summer after my first year at Hogwarts, when my relatives didn't know that I wasn't allowed to perform magic at home, they were scared enough of what I could, maybe, do to them that they actually left me alone for half the summer. Unfortunately, at the end of July, a house elf showed up in their house to warn me about something and to try and keep me from going back to Hogwarts in the fall so he used a levitation charm that registered on the Ministries Trace and I got a howler warning me about magical use outside of school. My relatives heard it and once my uncle realized that I really was still helpless, everything got so much worse. It was an awful time. If I really had magic to defend myself I would have been okay. I didn't even have to use it. But with them thinking that I could, it was enough of a deterrent for them to stop hitting me.

The simple fact is that if there is one case of something happening, there are always others. What about muggleborn students who's muggle family don't understand or like magic? What about the really religious ones who think that magic is an affront against god or devil worshiping? There are recorded reports of muggleborn children being forced through exorcisms at the hands of their 'family' because they were convinced that the children were evil. I'm sure many of your readers aren't very aware of them but muggle exorcisms are horrible, terrifying things that could permanently scar a kid. Some people could be physically abusive like my relatives were but some might just use psychological abuse. Both are just as damaging to a child who can't defend themselves.

And what about magical children who have to live in muggle orphanages? The last war created loads of orphans and I know a couple at Hogwarts in other years who currently have to live in the muggle world in group homes because the magical world doesn't have any infrastructure for handling orphans. If a magical child's parents die and they don't have family to take them in, they end up in the muggle system instead. The way we handle magical orphans is probably the second biggest thing that I'd try to get changed if I could. And, as the last of the Potter line, I will inherit a seat on the Wizengamot once I turn seventeen, something intend to use. So, even if I don't get a job with the Ministry, I'm still going to take my place in the Wizengamot.

BB: Really? That's quite ambitious for someone so young.

HP: There are some seriously flawed things about how the magical world interacts with the muggle one. I think the Ministry should set up a magical children home system. A group home or foster care system perhaps, with willing magical families who are interested and able to take in more children to help raise them so that they're prepared to live in the magical world. And not just for magical orphans but also for muggleborn witches and wizards who want to escape the muggle world.

I think that magical children should be identified and visited at a much earlier age. The Ministry already identifies them with their first incident of accidental magic but we don't approach them until their school age. Waiting until they're eleven is too late! Violent muggles who are scared and confused by their children's bursts of accidental magic could cause a tremendous amount of damage to their magical children if they're kept ignorant. Even the ones that aren't violent or abusive on purpose would be much better equipped to raise their magical children if they knew what they were earlier.

Not only should magical children be identified early, I also think that regular visits should be made to make sure that the kids aren't being abused or mistreated.

BB: From the way you speak, you sound like you suspect every muggle with a magical child could be angry and abusive?

HP: Of course not. Not everyone is going to be like that. Obviously, there are loads of muggle parents out there who love their children and care a great deal for them. But that doesn't mean that it's okay for us to let the others slip through the cracks.

Fear drives people, Betty. Fear of the unknown and of things that people don't understand. Muggles who are afraid of their magical children will mistreat them and muggles are very good at being afraid of things. That's all I'm saying. I think that if a muggleborn student wants to get away from the muggle world, they should be able to stay in the magical world in some place that's safe and with people who will care for them properly. There should be a place for them to go. The Ministry needs to establish a foster care system of some sort as well as conducting regular visits to muggleborn homes. And no magical orphan should ever end up in the care of muggles. A muggle orphanage is no place for a magical child. They are simply not equipped to handle them.

BB: You clearly have some very strong opinions on this matter, Harry.

HP: I do.

BB: Quite a few of these ideas seem to go rather counter to the ideals that Albus Dumbledore and other key figures have been trying to promote for quite some time now.

HP: Dumbledore's politics aren't my own. And no one put these ideas in my head. I came to my own conclusions. I refused to allow myself to be kept ignorant anymore. It didn't seem right to me that Dumbledore could force me to return to the Dursley's every summer despite how they treat me. However, as far as I knew my first three years at Hogwarts, I had to listen to him because he was an adult and an authority figure.

But I started to realize that, while he had authority over me while I'm at school, legally, he has no authority over me, personally, when I'm not. I'd been led to believe that he had some say over where I had to stay but I wasn't willing to take that at face value anymore, so I began doing research into the way the magical world's government and children rights works. It was through my own research and reading that I came to my conclusions about magical and muggleborn children's rights. It was also how I came to realize that his so-called guardianship over me is only valid while school is in session. During the holidays, he has no jurisdiction over me.

BB: And thus you're little disappearing act.

(Harry grinned at me)

HP: Exactly.

Tom set the paper down after having finally finished the lengthy interview and took a sip of his morning tea.

"You really are quite ingenious, Harry," he said with a smirk, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes. The piercing eyes and wickedly curled lips sent a gleeful shudder down Harry's spine that he had to suppress quickly. He grinned back and shrugged, slightly bashful.

"It'll get people on my side. Get them thinking. Open their minds to some of our more friendly ideals. It'll open the gateway without them even realizing it." Harry said, nonchalantly.

"Yes, but you're still going to have to deal with some backlash from this. Not everyone is going to be happy with several of the things you said here. Dumbledore especially. You've likely put him into a very sticky situation with the accusations that he's forced you to keep returning to an abusive home, knowing full well how bad they were."

Harry shrugged. "I suppose. But I think I can handle any backlash and I'm sure the old goat will probably manage to weasel his way out of it. I think it's worth it though. It's so politically incorrect right now to talk bad about muggles. The purebloods do it in the privacy of their little circles but out in the open. it's taboo to talk bad about them. Instead, they only publicly 'okay' things to propose the increasing the mingling between magic and muggles. Increasing muggle rights and respect, is also increasing the risks of our exposure as a result.

"But I bring it up like this and I'm perfectly justified in it because I've had a family of muggles routinely beat the shit out of me for a decade. No one can badmouth me for talking about taking muggleborns away from abusive muggle parents. No one can vocally stand against a proposition to protect our children without looking horrible in the public eye. It's perfect. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if several politicians take up my cause and try to enact some of this shit for me. I also bet that Fudge would put anything on the fast track, and back any bill just to make himself look good so he could show his support for the poor abused Boy-Who-Lived." Harry finished with a wicked smirk.

Tom chuckled. "I may actually get a few people working on that..."

"Only the ones that the Order still hasn't labeled as Death Eaters though," Harry added in.

"Of course."

Harry had a flood of letters the next day. All of his 'friends' had written him with Hermione being the most vocal. She was clearly upset and a bit offended at how out of the loop she apparently was. She had just gotten back to Britain and managed to get a few back issues of the Prophet to try catching up on things then had come to discover both issues about Harry. It seemed she was having trouble bouncing back and forth between being angry for Harry at his horrible relatives, angry at Dumbledore for insisting Harry had to go back, angry at Harry for not telling her most of this sooner, angry at Harry for having her find this stuff out from the Prophet of all places and being mildly hurt about his comments about muggles. She also pointed out that his description of Nick's life didn't exactly mesh with what he'd told her the previous spring.

She seemed willing to forgive Harry's views on muggles since he did have a point about the fact that if there is one case of something happening, there's always more. If there are other children suffering the way Harry had suffered, there should be a place that they could turn to and, since Dumbledore was obviously not apt to doing anything about it, the Ministry should. She also, apparently, had a few letters waiting for her from Professor Dumbledore and the Weasley's about staying somewhere for the majority of August, telling Harry that she would get back to him when she had more information about what that was about.

Harry had a letter from Dumbledore that he set aside to read last. He had a letter from Betty Braithwaite thanking him for taking the time to speak with her as well as reminding him, not so subtly, that she was there and available anytime he wanted another interview. There were letters from several people who were apparently 'old friends' of his parents from their school days who were just appalled at what they had read and informing him that they had all made offers to take him in after his parents had died but Dumbledore had refused them all, insisting that Harry was somewhere safe. Many of them made renewed offers, saying that they would be more than eager to welcome him into their homes.

Then there were the ones that he knew were not 'friends' of his parents but who were making similar offers out of what he would guess was desire for political or financial gain. After all, a legal guardian of Harry's would probably have access to the Potter trust vault, at the very least, and if they gained his trust, they would have influence over a wizengamot seat and the Boy-Who-Lived.

There were also quite a few letters expressing their sadness for Harry and his unfortunate childhood circumstances. But what really surprised Harry were the letters from muggleborn witches and wizards who had experienced similar treatment. Having muggle parents and families who didn't understand, were jealous or were just fundamentally frightened by the magical world as well as their child's magical nature. Quite a few who had suffered from either physical or emotional abuse at the hands of frightened muggle relatives. They remarked on having also felt trapped during the summer months when they had no choice but to return to the muggle world and their abusive families, about how they felt helpless without access to their magic.

Every letter that he had received from a muggleborn on this subject, he wrote back asking them if they would be willing to share their story with the public in an effort to push forward the effort to change the magical government's current policy regarding magical children living in the muggle world. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this but it seemed promising at the very least.

Tom had gotten oddly quiet as he read through the letters. His face remained stoic and he held his blank mask rather well but Harry could feel turbulent emotions bubbling through the connection they shared.

Harry knew that Tom had a lot of policies that he intended to change, totally rewrite, or flat-out repeal from the current way the magical government of Britain was run once he was in control and that of all of his policy changes, his stance on magical children was the most public-friendly of them. So it was easy to introduce those ideas to the public first. But Harry also knew that their shared opinion on how magical and muggleborn children interacted with the muggle world was a very important and personal issue for Tom.

In addition to the mountain of letters, that morning copy of the Daily Prophet proved to be interesting as well. The front page headline read:

PUBLIC OUTRAGE OVER TREATMENT OF BOY-WHO-LIVED!

It was basically snippets from letters the Prophet had received from various sources as well as short interviews conducted with random people they approached on Diagon Alley and interviews with several political figures. It had a rather wonderful amount of Dumbledore bashing for Harry's tastes so he sat there reading the article cackling at the various jabs at Dumbledore's credibility, sanity, and senility. There were even a few calls for his resignation from Hogwarts or the Wizengamot! Tom seemed equally amused and pleased by the outcome.

There was another article calling for a formal investigation to be started into any criminal charges that could be brought up against Harry's relatives but that their names and the location of their home was kept secret even from the Ministry and that Dumbledore was refusing to release the information, stating that Harry was still officially a resident and the legal charge of his muggle relatives so to release that information could put him at risk should he ever choose to return to them which, again, caused even more accusations to be called against Dumbledore. Suggestions were made that Dumbledore was refusing to give up the muggles to protect his own hide since he could be found criminally negligent for knowingly allowing Harry Potter to be left in an abusive home and for lying to the Ministry when he repeatedly insisted that where Harry was being kept was somewhere safe.

In the end, Harry had a very full day, writing responses to the letters that actually deemed responses necessary. Even to those that didn't necessarily need responses, he wrote simple 'thank you for your sympathy' letters to keep with a positive public opinion of his 'cause'.

Dumbledore's letter was filled with disapproving and frequent comments to being disappointed in Harry's choices regarding this matter. Harry scoffed and sneered his way through reading most of it. Dumbledore concluded with another pleading session, asking Harry to please tell him where he was or to at least agree to a meeting, perhaps in Diagon Alley. Harry barked out a laugh at that offer since he had no doubt that Dumbledore would probably try to force him to return with him the second he met with the man in person.

Dumbledore did at least seem to be giving in on the Dursley issue, saying that Harry wouldn't even have to return to them for the summer and that he could instead come to stay at the headquarters of his organization.

Harry was a bit surprised that Dumbledore had admitted to even having an 'organization', even if the old man hadn't actually said its name or admitted what it was for. Dumbledore added that the Weasleys would be staying there for all of August and that he had extended an invitation to Hermione as well.

Harry responded with a very short, succinct response that basically said, 'No, but thanks for the offer.'

Anything longer and Harry knew he'd get snippy then say some things he was really much better off not saying to the Lord of the Light, especially considering that he still had to go back to Hogwarts in the fall.

That night was the first of the advanced training classes to be held at the manor. It was, fortunately, a rather large group and quite a few arrived a little early. The group slowly trickled in over the span of 20 minutes and filled the ballroom as they came. Tom was still up in his study going through some complex calculations for a few magical objects he was working on and wouldn't be coming down until just as the session was scheduled to begin. Harry and Barty were both already down in the ballroom waiting. They knew exactly what was expected, and could easily get things started without him.

Harry casually strolled around the grand ballroom as the assembled Death Eaters mingled. Many of them seemed to be treating it as some sort of social gathering at the moment and he found it interesting to see them with their guards down a bit. Voldemort wasn't in the room and there was still about fifteen minutes until the training session was scheduled to start. For understandable reasons, many of the Death Eaters knew each other outside of their service of the Dark Lord and clearly considered this a 'masks off' affair although there were still quite a few in the full garb.

Harry had chosen to go semi-casual for the event. He wasn't even wearing his half-mask. He was dressed, once again, in an open outer robe over slacks and a fitted high-collared wizard's shirt. He didn't like fighting in long flowing robes because he thought they got in the way but acknowledged the need to train in the long robes because he wore them more often than not and wouldn't always have the opportunity to discard them in the heat of battle. But that was another reason he preferred to wear an over-robe with more tight-fitting clothes beneath. It was easy to discard an over-robe.

In any case, the lack of his distinguishing mask meant that most of those present hadn't realized who exactly he was. Harry took advantage of this fact as he wandered the large open space, covertly listening on the conversations of various groups of gathered wizards and witches.

"...but what could he be up to? Why in Merlin's name would Dumbledore leave Potter with abusive muggles?" a man was saying. Harry glanced over. He knew the man was named Walter Gibbon but he didn't know much more about him.

"Maybe he really didn't know? I don't know, I've never claimed to understand how that man's mind works," a very familiar drawl bit back from the cloaked and masked figure beside him. Harry would recognize that voice anywhere and knew instantly that it was Snape. "I can see him putting Potter with muggles in hopes of the boy developing a love for them. Obviously, that didn't happen here."

"Yeah, but Potter said that Dumbledore knew he was being abused but still made him go back," Gibbon said.

"Potter could be lying." Snape said with a sarcastic drawl that seemed to scream 'obviously, you idiot'.

"But why would he? Why would he risk pissing off Albus Dumbledore?"

"He's just an attention seeking little brat. It's all he's ever been," Snape sneered.

"Perhaps Dumbledore wanted the boy broken," a newcomer added in, coming to stand beside the other two. Harry was pretty sure this one was named Geoffrey Urquhart. He was wearing black Death Eater robes but had his hood down and no mask.

"What's that supposed to mean? Broken?" Gibbon asked with a bewildered expression.

"It's all psychology. Abused children are usually desperate for approval. When they identify an individual as a figure who has 'saved' them, they cling desperately to that person and will do anything to please them. Dumbledore might have done it all on purpose. He wanted Potter to see him as his personal savior and be loyal to him," Urquhart explained.

"Well, it looks like it backfired on him," Gibbon said with a snort.

"What are you lot talking about?" a woman asked, coming up to the group. She wore a plain black over-robe but it wasn't actual Death Eater robes and beneath it she wore tight black pants with a frilly deep blue blouse. Pants weren't common wear for witches, so she obviously came prepared for dueling. Harry wasn't sure, but he was fairly sure her name was Leslie something...

"Potter. You have seen that article in the Prophet, right?" Gibbon said.

The woman scoffed. "Obviously. You'd have to live under a rock to have missed it. Rather amusing isn't it? The Potter brat has really got Dumbledore squirming," she snickered.

"Do you think the Dark Lord will comment on it?" Gibbon asked.

"Why on earth would he? What relevance does it have to our training?" Urquhart asked.

"Well, er, nothing I suppose, I was just curious, is all. I wonder what He thinks about this," Gibbon defended meekly.

"It is interesting that quite a few of the proposed policy changes that the Boy-Who-Lived suggested align rather closely to the Dark Lord's stance on magical children in the muggle world." the woman, Leslie, said.

"Do they?" Urquhart asked with an air of mild interest. "I wouldn't think that the Dark Lord would want mudblood children brought into the homes of real witches and wizards."

"The Dark Lord wants complete separation from the muggle world," Snape said, making a comment for the first time since Urquhart and the others entered the conversation. "Total isolation. He wants magical children identified at the earliest point possible and taken from their muggle parents and placed into magical homes where they can be raised to properly respect our traditions."

"That is interesting..." the woman said slowly before turning her head and glaring straight at Harry. "You know, it's rude to eavesdrop. Do you have something to contribute to this conversation?"

Harry kept a blank face but rose a single eyebrow, questioning her accusatory tone. He crossed his arms across his chest as the others turned to look at him with varying degrees of distrust and suspicion.

Harry shrugged. "I think that the muggles will be the end of us. That some day, hopefully in the distant future, but probably not, the muggles, en mass, will discover us. They'll find out about magic and they'll want it. They'll try to take it or duplicate it but, when they find out that they can't, they'll want to destroy it. Destroy us. But us trying to destroy them first won't work. Going around raiding muggle villages and killing sparse groups of muggles is pointless and meaningless. Even worse, it'll draw their attention to us sooner.”

"If the muggles find out about us, it's over. We have to find a solution to the problem eventually, but we need time. Dumbledore thinks that the solution is to try and establish peaceful, working relationships with the muggles, out in the open. That we should all become familiar with the muggle world and learn to adapt our lives to work with them. To respect them as equals," Harry sneered the word. "He's deluded enough to believe that if we introduce ourselves to the muggles in the right way, treat them as equals and show them respect, that they'll do the same for us. Dumbledore is a fool. That's just not how human nature works. He wants to believe the best in people but the honest truth is that humans are violent, covetous, jealous, and aggressive creatures. They find out about us, and it's over.”

"What we need to do is prevent them from finding out about us for as long as possible so we can have more time to try and come up with a strategy to save ourselves. The first step towards preventing them finding us is to totally cut off all ties with them. The fewer magical people interact with the muggle world, the less exposure they have to us, and the less chance that they'll discover us. So that takes us back to the issue of magical children in the muggle world.”

"Magical blood is magical blood, but if you get too many generations of muggle in there and the magic is bound to break down and weaken. I think one of the bigger problems we have to deal with in our current magical society is witches, wizards, and squibs who are living with and breeding with muggles. Muggleborns are raised in the muggle world so they're familiar and comfortable there, with other muggles, even if they aren't one. If they have trouble adjusting to the magical world, or have a hard time finding work here because they're discriminated against, they'll go back to the muggle world. The more time they spend there, the more likely it is that they'll breed with other muggles. They also increase the exposure that muggles have to a magical person. The more muggles that become aware of magic, the greater the risk to the rest of us becomes.”

"If they maintain family and relationships in the muggle world, again, it increases the chances that they'll marry a muggle, and spread knowledge of the magical world to other muggles. If we get them into the magical world at an early age, they'll be comfortable here. They'll have ties and relationships with other magical people so they'll marry a witch or wizard, then they won't have any reason to spend time in the muggle world, thus risking exposure," Harry said, coming to a stop because one man clearly wanted to say something.

"Yeah, but is it really such a good thing for mudbloods to be contaminating pure wizard blood with their filth and presence? If they want to all run off to the muggle world, then good riddance," Urquhart said raising his chin, imperiously.

"Like I said, as far as I'm concerned, magical blood is magical blood, and any magical people living in the muggle world risks exposure of the secret. Most aren't aware of this, but there is currently a research study being conducted in the Department of Mysteries about the origin of magic and the way it's transferred through the blood. Their leading theory actually says that muggleborns are, in reality, the descendent's of the squibs that have been cast out of the various pureblood families over the years. They've determined that it's actually impossible for a 100% purely human muggle couple to ever produce a magical child. Pure humans don't have an ounce of magic in them and they can't make magical babies."

"Wait, then where the hell does the magic come from?" Gibbon asked, looking confused.

"Humans who breed with various magical creature races," Harry said with a bored eyeroll.

"Bullshit! I'm pure! There's no filthy creature blood in me," Urquhart sneered.

Harry snorted. "Sure, you just keep telling yourself that. You realize that the reason Slytherin's line could speak parseltongue was because if you go back far enough you'd find some nagas in there, right? And Merlin's father was an incubus. Morgan le fey's mother was some sort of fey, probably a naiad. It's the reason some magical families are almost all affiliated with either Light or Dark. The creature blood in their line was from either all Light or all Dark creatures. The Weasley's have gentry and dyrads in their line; Light creatures. The Blacks have drow and sidhe ancestors; Dark creatures. The Malfoy line has veelas and harpies if you go back far enough; again, Dark creatures. And of course all of these families have intermarried, mixing the creature blood. That's the only thing that makes humans impressive. Our compatibility with all these different magical creatures. We're like a mixing pot. Humans, a species with no natural magical potential at all, are uniquely able to mix all the different types of magic together to create a new, even more powerful magical being. Wizards. That's why we are so great. Why we're better than all the rest. We, as a species, have the potential to be Light, Dark, or Neutral. We can be aligned with just one, but are still capable of performing all the other types of magic as well. No other species can do that! Only us!”

“Mixing our blood with the different types of magical creatures gave us unique access to their different types of magics and made us stronger than any other species that came before. Those wizards that descended from partnerships with Dark creatures formed the old Dark Families and the Dark families tend to mix mostly with each other, spreading around and mixing up the dark magic in their blood. While the old Light families tend to intermarry more with only other Light families. All of those with neutral affinities are because their families have been indiscriminate in who they married and have an even mixing of Light and Dark creature blood. It gives them more leeway but they are not exceedingly powerful on either the extremes.”

"The thing is that the introduction of the creature blood happened ages ago, centuries, even thousands of years ago, so you don't even see many signs of it. When you've got someone who is a half or quarter creature, then it's more obvious. Filius Flitwick, the Charms professor at Hogwarts is a quarter goblin, and really, it's pretty obvious. The groundskeeper is half giant, again, obvious. But you get enough generations of just witches and wizards breeding so the creature traits become less and less obvious but the magic still remains powerful. Go on long enough and people forget. Or you get people who get the idea in their head that having creature blood makes them less of a wizard so they deny their creature heritage. But the simple fact is, that without the creature blood introducing magic, none of us would be witches or wizards at all."

The group looked at him with varying degrees of skepticism. Harry shrugged. "Hey, you can believe what you want. Ask the Dark Lord some time what his opinion is on the matter."

"And what if he contradicts what you just said. Would you admit that you were wrong?" the woman, Leslie, asked.

Harry grinned and was about to open his mouth when a familiar voice spoke first from behind the group Harry was speaking to.

"Actually, I'm the one who told him most of that. Although, admittedly, he did come to a great many of his conclusions on his own. They do, however, align with my own."

The group of Death Eaters, Leslie, Snape, Urquhart, and Gibbon, spun around with wide eyes to find the Dark Lord standing behind them.

Almost as if on cue, the group bowed low and spoke in a chorus of 'My Lord,' causing Harry to smirk. Voldemort was wearing a long, flowing, elegant, black silken outer robe with emerald green snakes along the hems and collar that were animated to look like they were slithering through the stitching. Harry noticed that the snakes' eyes looked like tiny red gems that caught the light as they moved along the fabric. Beneath it, Harry knew that he was wearing a lighter weight tunic-style robe that had a fitted torso, tight long sleeves, and a lower half that fell loose from his hips and extended to just below his knees.

Voldemort walked around the group of bowing Death Eaters that had attracted the attention of the rest of the room, and many of them were now bowing their heads, or even getting down onto one knee to show their respect.

He came to stand in front of Harry, who gave him a quick smirk and Harry could see a spark of amusement in Voldemort's ruby red eyes.

"My Lord," Harry said, bowing his head.

"Evan," Voldemort said by way of a greeting before continuing on towards the head of the room.

Harry glanced back, seeing a spark of recognition and mild surprise in the eyes of those he had been speaking to then smirked at them for a moment before turning and quickly following Voldemort to the head of the room.

Once up there, the two were joined by Barty and Thor, and Voldemort quickly set out explaining how the training sessions would go. With a flick of his wand, the training dummies that were lined up against one wall came to life and moved forward slightly, and standing in a line.

Voldemort went on to explain how they worked. That they would be animate when activated and had several levels of difficulty that would determine their intelligence level, designated body type, i.e. quick young wizard, versus a fat old lazy ministry official, spell repertoire, i.e. OWL level defense education, NEWT level defense, Hit Wizard, Auror, etc. The dummies would attack but their actual attacks were rather weak. They were designed to look like specific spells, stunners, cutting curses, bludgeoning curses, various hexes and jinxes, and if you set the difficulty high enough, they'd send out spells that even looked like the unforgivables. When you got hit with a spell, it would basically feel like a fairly painful stinging hex and it would leave a bright glowing mark on your robes with a color, denoting what sort of spell it was. Obviously, if you ended up with a bright green mark on your robes, it meant you just got hit with a killing curse, and you've obviously fucked up.

The dummies would move and dodge and could take a tremendous amount of damage without actually being destroyed.

It was obvious that the gathered Death Eaters were impressed with them, pleased to learn that their Lord had designed and created them from scratch.

Voldemort went on to explain that, in addition to training with the dummies, he would expect them to partake in real combat simulations as a group. He would also set aside a portion of their training where one or two, or even a small team, would take on a large group of the dummies at once, while the rest of the group observed. Afterward they would discuss and go over whatever mistakes were made.

Since the advanced group only met once a week, they met for much longer. They were all expected to stay there till midnight, which was a good four hours away, so they all realized they were in for a long evening. Finally, things got started and the Death Eaters in the room spread about the space, each either taking one of the dummies, or pairing up with another Death Eater to duel since there weren't enough dummies for everyone.

Thor, Barty, and Harry were going along the line explaining exactly how to set the dummies while Voldemort walked the room slowly, observing everyone.

Thirty minutes of controlled chaos ensued. Harry, Barty, and Thor had taken to walking around and giving suggestions or making corrections to the others. Harry was watching a Death Eater who he was fairly sure was named Emmet Yaxley. He was growing frustrated with this guy because, no matter what Harry said, the man ignored him.

"No, no! You're going to get yourself killed, fighting like that. You're relying too much on your shield and counters. You need to use your feet! Even the bloody dummy keeps hitting you! Standing there like a statue just makes you an easy target!" Harry snapped at the man.

Yaxley spun around and in a quick movement was standing nose-to-nose with Harry, snarling at him. Harry held his place and didn't even flinch at the sudden approach. He stood his ground, glaring down at the man through narrowed eyes, just daring him to make the first move.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me how to fight? Eh? I ain't never even seen you lift your wand, you damn brat! What makes you so special that the Dark Lord –"

But before the man could finish his sentence, Harry had blasted him with a quick flick of his wrist and his wand was pointed at Yaxley's chest. Harry took a few steps forward with a frighteningly cold glare on his face as he looked down imperiously at the man crumpled on the floor and wheezing for breath. Yaxley tried to raise his head and glare back at Harry but, before he even had a chance to blink, Harry's wand was trained on him. "Crucio!" Harry yelled and Yaxley's screams filled the hall.

Harry held it and the man continued to twist and scream as he suffered the torture curse. Harry's eyes were wide and filled with wicked insane glee as he basked in the incredible, intoxicating effects of his favorite curse.

Several Death Eaters looked to the Dark Lord, as if they were expecting him to put a stop to this. Surely, no one besides the Dark Lord himself would be allowed to dish out a punishment like this but whatever they expected to find, it wasn't what they saw.

The same insane, euphoric look that graced Harry's glamored face was echoed on Voldemort himself. He was looking down at the wailing tortured man on the floor with the look of a man who was casting the Cruciatus curse himself, not simply watching it.

Finally, Voldemort blinked and seemed to take a brief, calming breath to center himself. All of this was subtle and masked, but it was there for someone looking for it. He took a few calm strides forward and placed his hand gently on Harry's shoulder. "Enough, Evan."

Harry dropped his wand and found himself panting lightly, still feeling super-charged by the delicious euphoria of casting the unforgivable torture curse.

Voldemort took a step back and let his glare travel slowly over the group of Death Eaters who were all now staring at him with wide, slightly fearful, eyes.

"It would appear that some of you require more than just the word of your Lord in regards to showing my apprentice the respect he deserves," Voldemort said in a cold voice that only barely concealed his anger and annoyance. His eyes shot down to the still shaking and sniveling form of Yaxley on the floor. The man flinched and cowered at the fierce glare.

Without another word, Voldemort spun on the spot and made his way back to the front of the room. The gathered Death Eaters spread then dispersed, giving him room and hoping to avoid becoming the target of their Lord's anger.

"Evan, join me," he said simply. Harry shot one more angry glare at Yaxley as the man began to try and shakily get to his feet before he turned then easily strode after the Dark Lord. It took those gathered a second to catch on to what was happening, but Harry knew right away what they were going to do. Voldemort stood to one side of the front and Harry instantly took his spot opposite and across from him, and assumed a dueling stance.

Voldemort had his wand at the ready, pausing for only a moment while he and Harry stared into each others eyes. Without anything being spoken, suddenly a jet of purple and black jagged light shot from Voldemort's wand and Harry ducked, rolling to the side, instantly sending out a bright yellow zap of light that looked like electricity from a Tesla coil, shooting out across the space. Voldemort raised his wand and, with a precise movement and a counter-curse, the electricity was deflected, focused into a solid yellow beam then shot back at Harry.

Harry brought up his left hand, hissed out a very quiet parselmagic command and a shield appeared as if attached to his left forearm. The yellow beam deflected off the shield and with his right hand, he shot out a light that hit the ground in front of Voldemort, deforming it then turning it into a sheet of ice.

Voldemort's wand was instantly aimed at the ground, converting the slippery surface into something rougher and with some traction. Harry took advantage of that time to cast a series of pinkish spells at the Dark Lord, one right after another, so that Voldemort had to roll to fully dodge.

Even while in mid-roll, the Dark Lord's wand never stopped moving. Harry suddenly heard several hisses from behind him so leaped to the side just in time to avoid the five or six snakes that had at some point been conjured and were all ready to strike.

Harry cast a quick protego around him, turned and banished two of the snakes while summoning the others then flinging them through the air towards Voldemort, who laughed, flicked his wrist, causing them to turn into flames for a second before turning into nothing more than ash. Next thing Harry knew, a thin jet of flame shot out from the end of Voldemort's wand but it did not disconnect or shoot out across the space. Rather it remained connected to the wand and now appeared to be a long whip of fire with molten bits dripping off it. Voldemort whipped it around and cracked it in the air, causing an explosion of fire that generated a powerful shock wave that almost made Harry stumble.

He strengthened his footing just in time to dart to the side and narrowly avoid the flame whip as it tore through the air towards him. Harry did not want to come in contact with that thing. He did not fancy having to have another limb reattached, thank-you-very-much.

Harry pointed his wand at the floor and a narrow gulch suddenly seemed to liquify there before turning into water. With a raise of his wand, the water shot into the air, creating a wall of freezing cold, shimmering, fluid, shielding him. When the firewhip came into contact with the wall, the fire went out and the whip shorted. Voldemort canceled the spell and the fiery end disappeared from his wand. Harry pointed his wand at the icy wall of water and, suddenly, it began for separate into formless sections that then changed into the shape of large icicles with their pointy ends aimed towards Voldemort.

Another flick of Harry's wand and the icy crystals shot across the space with intense speed, right towards the Dark Lord. A flame wall, almost instantly conjured by Voldemort, melted most of them and a few flicks of his wand defected the others.

Harry was about to raise his wand to try another attack when Voldemort raised his hand, signaling the end of their duel. Harry instantly dropped his wand hand to his side and stood tall. He was panting from the magical and physical exhaustion, although Voldemort was still poised and calm as ever. Now that Harry had stopped, the adrenaline and euphoria became blatantly obvious so he almost wobbled on his feet as a powerful quiver ran through him but he outwardly remained impassive. He closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds as he basked in the glorious rush as well as the pleasant tingling that was reverberating through his every muscle and nerve ending. It had been more than a week since they had had a one-on-one dueling session, and he had missed this rush. This glorious, amazing feeling...

He could feel echos of Tom's own Dark euphoria through the link, which really only made it that much harder to not just let go and bask in the pleasure. He was also filled with a very intense desire to drag the Dark Lord out of the ballroom and into a nice private room but he knew that just was not going to happen, so he pushed it aside and pressed on.

He opened his eyes and looked out over the room of Death Eaters. He couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face at their stunned expressions. Especially Snape and Malfoy. The Two were usually so good at maintaining their stoic masks but both men looked about ready to piss themselves from the shock. Harry nearly cackled in delight. Voldemort gave him a side-along glance and rose a single eyebrow, questioning his intense amusement through the link. Harry just shrugged and grinned slightly before subduing the expressing.

Voldemort refocused on the group and let the silence fill the room for a moment before speaking again.

"Anyone who is stupid enough to disrespect Evan Harris will suffer whatever punishment he deems fit. I will not stand in the way, no matter who you are. Consider this your only warning. Now, get back to work!" he barked out loudly and the group as a whole seemed to flinch before quickly returning to their previous locations and resuming whatever practice, or duel they had been part of before the whole incident had begun.

"That duel of yours was fucking unbelievable," Thor said in a quiet but intense voice to Harry about an hour later when the two came to stand beside each other by the ballroom wall as they observed a group duel between two pairs of Death Eaters going on in the center.

"Uh... thanks," Harry said hesitantly, glancing at Thor out of the corner of his eyes.

"I thought you said you'd only had about four months of training with the Dark Lord?" Thor asked.

"That's right."

"Who taught you before him?"

"No one. I'm self-taught."

Thor blinked and turned fully to look at Harry with an expression filled with disbelief.

"Self-taught and four months of personal training with the Dark Lord taught you to fight like that?" the man hissed incredulously.

Harry shrugged. "The Dark Lord is a very persistent teacher. When it comes to dueling, he doesn't hold your hand, he just starts throwing curses, and, after he revives you then heals whatever damage he's done, he teaches you the counter-curse or an appropriate spell to block it but keeps throwing more curses at you until you stop getting hurt. You have no idea how many times I've had things reattached. I don't think many people realize this, but the Dark Lord is probably one of the most impressive healers I've ever encountered. He's reattached three of my fingers, my left arm from the elbow down, and my right foot, twice. He was a real bastard that week, actually. He thought it was funny." Harry rolled his eyes dramatically.

Thor blinked at Harry, looking at him like he were absolutely mad. "What are you, some kind of masochist?"

Harry laughed loudly and several people turned to glare at the two of them, before instantly cowing upon seeing who was laughing, and returning their attention to the duel going on.

"What's so funny about that?" Thor asked, cautiously.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe I am a masochist. I guess I'd have to be..." Harry got a glazed look in his eyes for a moment as a smirk spread across his lips. He blinked and the expression quickly dissolved away. "But it works, you know? I'm a bit of a masochist, and he's a sadist. Best combination, if you ask me."

Thorfinn almost got the impression that Harry was talking about more than just training but quickly dismissed the idea as absurd and turned his focus back on the gathered Death Eaters, occasionally shooting glances back at the man known as Evan Harris; the Dark Lord's apprentice.
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