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

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Yes it's been a really long time and I apologise. I did have this chapter written but I had some very sensible changes I needed to make to it and they took ... well actually they didn't take that long ONCE I SAT DOWN TO DO THEM! The procrastination on other things, and the making of Christmas presents kept getting in the way (yes, I am already working on presents for my family). I hope people enjoy this chapter.

Weapon LXXXI Red Moon

Draco stood in the centre of a classroom. It was way passed curfew but he didn't care. Regardless of how anything else had turned out, he was still a prefect and he'd placed a few runes and wards around the area so if anyone was going to sneak up on him, he'd have some warning. Not that he expected anyone to worry if he wasn't in bed for one night, even if it was a full moon. Hopefully people would just assume he was off working on his Astronomy homework or something. Who was he kidding? No one would care.

They would... They would all know to whom they should have listened.

He'd pushed the desks aside and had drawn four complicated and concentric circles on the stone floor. Not much magic called for such preparation but he wanted to be sure that he got this right. The Solmemorate charm had been in the book his mother had sent him. Near the end, naturally, in the section that was for charms that could only be removed by their caster. Of course there was no such thing as a completely unbreakable charm, no matter who had cast it; just that what would have taken that slimy Gryffindork all of three wand flicks, would take him significantly more effort. And that's why he was here standing in the centre of a very complicated set of magical circles, the ceiling covered in another complex charm that rendered a perfect reproduction of the night sky. He needed the moon's light for this to work. Full moon, partial moon, it didn't matter, so long as the moon and star light was clear and the only source. That's why he hadn't done this outside. The only places he felt comfortable outside that were big enough for the magical circle were either too public, in the Forbidden Forest, or had too much reflected light from the castle in them. While this ceremony didn't require a full moon, he'd left it to this moon, in the hopes that full moon would have more power.

As he waited in the near complete darkness for the moon to rise, he cast the strongest possible locking charms on the door and stripped off his robes. The blond didn't really understand the reasoning behind why this counter charm was meant to work, but the more of the moon's light that he could get on his skin the better. The light would hit the magic circle, which would do something to it, before, by virtue of the fact he was in the centre, it would transfer onto and into him. After the training his Mother had put him through this summer, he understood a lot more of the theory behind magic, but this ceremony was both so advanced and so simple that the workings of it eluded him. It was something to do with both the transmutational and healing qualities of the light of the moon. The transmutation came with the conversion of the magical circle into power and the healing came with the ability of the magic to remove the memory charm.

Draco closed his grey eyes, focusing his power, drawing out his wings. Compared to his mother's they were small, but they were stronger than they looked. He'd been exercising with them as much as he could, which since they removed him from the Quidditch captain position was more time than he thought he'd have. He could almost fly on them now and he was looking forward to the day he could. He arched them high above his head before bringing them low and tucking them about his body, enjoying the sensuous feeling of his own feathers against his skin. As always when he allowed them out, he felt filled with power and warmth.

Before he could get too distracted, the clear light of the moon hit the first path of the magic circle.

Draco wasn't sure what he had expected to happen, but the outer ring of the magic circle seeming to catch fire with blinding white light was not what he'd been thinking. It was like magnesium burning, so brilliantly white that it was almost blinding. The glyphs and runes he'd painstakingly drawn in were the next to be bathed in the light of the moon. They were angular and sharp and burned blue like copper before the next line of the circle lit up in brilliant yellow. It was not silent; he could hear the hiss of fire, but he could not smell anything burning. The next line of runes lit, red but different from the others. They had no corners but were instead all curves and circles that feathered their way towards him in the centre.

Arms raised in supplication as the burning magical circle began spinning and contracting, advancing upon him, the Malfoy Heir felt the exact moment the swirling runes touched his feet and he couldn't help but stiffen. They didn't just trace over his skin; they went inside, always spinning. It hurt. Draco couldn't begin to say how much it hurt, but he refused to cry out. He felt his magic reacting to the invader and struggled to keep it calm. It needed this. He needed this! With one invading magic stream in him, he could feel the other foreign presence. His magic had a yellow shade, the moon powered magic, despite the myriad of colours it had burned was clear white and the invading stream, the one that was locked around his memories and his ability to speak of them, was green, but so brilliant a green that the word was not a valid description.

The white energy began picking at the green and while Draco knew that it wasn't alive, he couldn't help but feel it somehow knew what he was trying to do. At first it did nothing but seemed to dig into his yellow deeper, then as the white energy continued to pull at it, little tendrils of green rose off it and began attacking back. None of this was physically happening it was all a representation in his mind. Physically Draco was trying not to feel his body. The white light of the magic circle was now inscribed over his entire body, moving, churning and it was agony. It burned. The moon's light, which was meant to be soft and gentle and cooling, was burning, worse than the sun. It spun within him and there was nothing he could do but endure.

Slowly the white energy began surrounding the green threads, working its way between the green and yellow. A few of the green threads snapped, and turned black like shadow, but they did not reconnect. With every one that snapped, Draco felt lighter. He could feel the power of the charm the smarmy Gryffindork had left on him weakening.

He was gasping and his wings were trembling with the strain, but Draco gritted his teeth and allowed the magic to continue. He clawed at his throat, trying to remove the invisible strings cutting into his neck but there was nothing and his fingers gouged into flesh, marking but not breaking his skin. He tried directing his magic to help but he wasn't sure if it worked as he fell to his knees, one hand going forward to prevent him falling on his nose, the other still grasping futility at his throat.

Draco dragged air down his throat, his chest heaving. It was painful beyond anything he had ever felt and through the pain he could feel his hatred for a certain wizard growing. He and his mother had focused on destroying the Serpent Lord, but they would have to go through that supposed paragon of Light, and on that day... After this, he was well looking forward to that day because he didn't think that Gryffindork would allow the Serpent Lord to fall without interfering. It would be a sweet, sweet day.

But it was a day that would not be today.

Draco continued gasping, even as his arm gave out and he crashed completely to the ground, his head turned to the side and his wings arched stiffly above him. All around him the magic lines that were now inscribed on his body flared as the moon on the ceiling rose to its apex. He was so focused on trying to breathe that he could barely feel the burning pain in his body. He was grateful for the cool of the stone upon his skin. When the final green thread that had been wrapped around his magic snapped, the relief was so great he cried out. The burning stopped and the stone he was lying on became uncomfortably cold and burnt his skin. Draco moaned, tasting blood as he shifted slightly, sitting up and gathering his knees to his chest.

He looked up at the sky, basking in the light of the moon that no longer powered the circles before he closed his pale grey eyes and mentally poked at his memories, making sure that everything had been freed. Predominantly he remembered the conversation when that Gryffindor had dared to put that charm on him. The Golden Boy had never actually said it, but it was clear his allegiance was not with the Ministry or the Order or even on the side of Light. He was firmly entrenched on the one side everyone expected him to fight. It didn't matter if the Serpent Lord later betrayed the idiot; by the time that came, if it ever did, the damage would be done.

Draco wrapped his wings around him as he rose. Apart from the fact no one was willing to follow him, the problem was bigger than he had thought. Even if he and his mother decided to support the Light, it would not work, not with such a huge Trojan horse in their midst. One that no one was guarding against because it was completely unthinkable. His mother had spoken during the summer of some alternate plans, and as Draco dressed he realised that they would most likely have to embrace one of those plans. It did them little good to gather support if in the end they could not use it because the Light had been betrayed and the Serpent Lord was ascendant. Could he warn the Light?

The Malfoy Heir considered it before he ultimately dismissed it. There were only a few who would believe him. The Vampire was one, but he was here already because he doubted. Though perhaps now that he could talk to the Vampire properly they could work together...

That blasted Potter! Draco resisted the urge to scream. Everything that Gryffindork did just confused the matter.

He forced himself to breathe again, drawing the air slowly into his lungs, dusting off his robes as dispelled the charm he'd used to duplicate the night sky. Then he banished the circles. He needed to think further and he needed to find out exactly how strong the blasted Gryffindor was. He may no longer be the Quidditch Captain but he was still the Seeker. The game would give him the opportunity to test the false Golden Boy. After that... After that he would have a better idea of what was the best path.

For now, he needed to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day to consider things.

Harry pressed his hands into the steaming cup of tea that he held. The warmth was a welcome respite. Outside, the weather had turned nasty and rain was lashing the small hut and the castle of Hogwarts that it sheltered near. There was more than a hint of ice in the rain and the weather was turning into winter. They didn't have snow yet, but it was just a matter of time.

Hagrid was beaming at him, puttering around as he laid out tea cakes and rock cakes and a few things Harry didn't even want to have a guess at what they were. The young man had seen his friend over the course of the year, but this was the first time he'd had enough time to come and visit him. Not that Hagrid cared; Hagrid was always so understanding and right at the moment he was absolutely ecstatic that Harry had come to talk to him about his Care of Magical Creatures Mastery. Fang was asleep beside Hagrid's chair. The great wolf hound was looking rather tired lately.

"Four Masteries!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Your mum and dad would be so proud!"

"I hope so," Harry agreed, taking a small sip of tea from the large cup. He felt the warmth travel down his throat and settle in his belly, spreading outwards, making him feel more aware.

The half-Giant just smiled as he sat down. "They are," he assured Harry. "I don't see how they could be anything but proud of you."

Harry flushed and nodded and took another sip of tea. "It's enjoyable," he said, sweeping one hand through his hair. "I know Charms and Transfiguration, but I guess until I really looked into it, I didn't realise there was so much to them. So I'm learning so much!" The fact that Harry had the Dark Lord's knowledge was not to be known among many wizards. His friends knew, Harry was fairly sure the Chief Examiner had was aware of it, and some in the Ministry knew; the rest of the wizarding world were just in AWE of his results.

"So proud," Hagrid said again while Fang snuffled, chasing rabbits in his sleep.

Harry smiled. "I actually wanted to ask you about something," he said finally, after a few more sips of tea.

"Oh?"

"I'm doing Care of Magical Creatures," Harry began somewhat stupidly. The entire world knew exactly what Masteries he was doing. There was no way Hagrid didn't already know this.

"And it warms my heart that you are!" The groundskeeper said. "Me first student to go on to further education in a class I taught!" Pride echoed through his voice.

"I wanted to know if you had any suggestions about what type of creature I could do for my thesis paper?"

Hagrid's eyes went as large as dinner plates before he whipped out his hanky and began dabbing at them, sobbing almost uncontrollably. "You...you wanted to...ask me!?"

Harry nodded and then finished most of his tea while the half-Giant got himself under control, sniffing happily into his hanky. "What did you want to know?" he asked finally.

"I have to write a thesis about some creature," Harry began. "And they gave me a suggested list but it's...it's boring!" Harry had never thought he shared Hagrid's taste for dangerous creatures, but when he looked at the suggested list of creatures, he'd been horrified. "The only thing of interest they had on there was a cockatrice, but that's too close to a basilisk and given what's happening this year with the Dark Lord..." he trailed off as Hagrid nodded.

"I seen the list," Hagrid agreed. "Not your list obviously, but I've seen the list. All of them creatures so over-studied that it's a wonder anyone passes!"

"Yeah, so that's why I was wondering if you have any ideas about alternate creatures?"

For a moment Harry thought Hagrid might be incapable of answering, he looked so happy. Then he seemed to gather himself.

"I can't study a dragon," the young wizard said nervously, fully expecting Hagrid to suggest it.

Hagrid smiled almost wistfully but nodded, obviously deep in thought.

"And I would prefer not an acromantula," Harry added. Actually that wasn't prefer; there was no way he could study an acromantula even if he was inclined to do so, not with Xaos sleeping inside him. Even hidden, the killer spiders would feel him and would know something wasn't right with the wizard. Harry could not afford suspicion to be raised that way.

Again Hagrid nodded and Harry felt a slight stir of worry. The groundskeeper was agreeing far too readily in the removal of some dangerous creatures from his study list. "What about a Siberian Ice Owl?"

The young man frowned. "What's that?" One of the reasons he'd chosen to do make Care of Magical Creatures one of his Masteries was that the Lord Voldemort's knowledge of magical creatures tended to be limited to how to use them in potions. He knew about the more dangerous creatures and probably no one knew more about basilisks, but there were others he dismissed as weak and unnecessary. He wouldn't exterminate them because they were magical, but he wouldn't pay attention to them.

Hagrid looked at him, slightly surprised. "Ye had one, Hedwig."

Harry blinked and for a moment felt nothing before the sorrow of Hedgwig's death came back to him. It wasn't quite the same as when he'd passed by the Owlery in Diagon Alley, but it was close. No matter that he knew that her spirit lived on, he still missed her. He raised one hand to his face and wiped away tears as he shook his head. "I can't," Harry managed to choke out and the large man nodded in understanding. Harry resisted the urge to unwrap the part of his mind where Xaos resided and to hug the basilisk for comfort. It would be selfish and risky and disrespectful of Hedwig's sacrifice if he was so weak as to risk his hiding place because he was feeling sorry for himself.

The half-Giant's information answered quite a few questions. He'd known that Hedwig wasn't a snowy owl. Her ability to fight was testament to that and he wondered if the Siberian Ice Owl was really an owl or that tag was for convenience? It didn't matter.

"I understand," Hagrid said before thinking again. "What about a Mizuchi?"

"Hagrid!" Harry chided, feeling the sorrow lift and he was thankful for the other man's efforts when he saw the sly smile. "No dragons! No matter which language you use!"

"Can't blame a man for trying. Hmm, what else is there?"

"They probably won't want me to do a Manticore or a Chimera either," Harry suggested wisely, downing the last of his tea.

Hsgrid refilled his cup before speaking. "What about a Salamandar?" He suggested and Harry was surprised. That had definitely turned down the danger level in the suggestion.

The younger wizard shook his head. "I can't be tending a fire all year."

"An Occamy?"

"Wrong climate," came the objection and Hagrid nodded.

"Nogtail?"

"Boring."

The large man laughed as he sat down. That was what he had thought about those things too, but there were only so many animals that were practical for study.

"I wonder if I should ask Luna if she'd mind if I did a Crumple-horned Snolack?"

"You'd have to catch one first and she might be a little jealous if you got the recognition for discovering them," Hagrid said easily. "I suppose you could look at some animal that's also good for transportation, like a Thestral."

"That's got some possibilities," Harry said. "You are right, though; at least I'd have some transport. I like Thestrals well enough, but is there anything else I could study?"

"Unicorn?"

"I'm not a virgin," Harry admitted without the slightest trace of discomfort.

"That would be a problem," the half-Giant admitted. "Most of the other large flying horses or hippogriffs aren't really that interesting. There is some minor use for potions and sometimes for wands but in general a flying horse is like its wingless Muggle counterpart. There's a few more injuries they can get with the wings, but normally nothing that needs to be dealt with by magic. You've seen Hippogriffs and while they are great creatures, they aren't really special enough for your thesis. I'd go with a Thestral if I was going with a transport animal."

"At least they have some obviously magical properties... Though how does a flying horse really keep itself aloft? Those wings don't seem big enough."

"They have some magic," Hagrid said, "And that mostly goes towards keeping them aloft." The large man shrugged. "It's been fairly well studied."

Harry sighed, but he smiled at his friend. "I never thought picking out a creature to study would be this hard," he said. "I think I'll go with a Thestral," he confirmed with sudden surety. "Could you introduce me to the Hogwarts herd? It would be better if I can make a relationship with one." Luna had shown him some of them, but it was Hagrid's job to keep them well fed and to harness them up each year to the carriages. He knew which animals were gentle, which were more aggressive, and which would be happier to work with him and Harry knew he'd need to be working with a co-operative animal if he was to get any decent results.

Hagrid beamed and nodded. "I'll introduce you sometime next week?"

"That would be brilliant. Thanks, Hagrid!" Harry grinned before he frowned. There was a weight in the air and a prickling on the back of his neck. Hagrid didn't seem to sense it but Harry did. It was trying to be soft and gentle, subtle to avoid detection, but there had been a spike of interest and that is what had triggered his senses. He'd felt his before, he knew the presence it represented, and Harry felt his eyes burn.

Xeoaph.

The vampire was truly testing the limits of his patience with his actions. It appeared he would need to have words with the vampire very soon because this constant attention was getting on his nerves and he would not be continually doubted by a being he should destroy. It appeared Xeoaph had rather conveniently forgotten his duplicity in Harry's past. Perhaps it was time to remind him?

Harry smiled at Hagrid, pretending nothing was wrong as they continued to chat, discussing aspects of Thestral life that might best be studied. The half-Giant was enamoured of Dumbledore, but he was one of the few people who truly did care for Harry's wellbeing and Harry hoped he would remain safe this year. He'd mourn of course if Hagrid died, but he couldn't take any special precautions to ensure his friend's safety.

He couldn't take precautions for anyone though he would be taking special pains to make sure certain people died. The survival of others was down to them.

Voldemort looked up at the moon, his robes hanging still around him. The light was gentle and bathed the land in a soft white glow. The moon was full, a blue moon in November. The air was cool but lacked the true chill of winter and the manor below him was dark and quiet.

The Malfoy Manor. The place where his basilisks were being held, where Xir had died.

"It doesn't look like your sister is home to greet you," Voldemort murmured, looking back over his shoulder.

Bellatrix and Dolohov were with him, both standing quietly as they waited.

"She's not my sister."

"I know, but why don't you let us in?" The Dark Lord suggested.

"With pleasure," Bellatrix smiled. While she had been in Azkaban her Lord had changed, policy had altered, but there were some things which remained the same. She didn't know who or what the unknown power was and there had never been the opportunity to ask her Lord so for the moment she was waiting. She would judge in time but for now she would follow. Her Lord was still the best way forward.

Slowly Bellatrix raised her hands, reaching out to the warding. It had been years but during her Lord's first rise, the Death Eaters had all altered their warding so that loyal followers could find safe havens but they, as sisters, had gone a bit further and had coded each other's magic into the houses' wardings. It was not easily undone and it was likely that Narcissa had never bothered to remove her from the manor's warding.

Her magic linked in with the wards and Bellatrix smiled as she opened up the main gate. She didn't know where her supposed sister was but she didn't care. The memory had been exposed in Azkaban and it had not been a good one. She was insulted that her branch of the Blacks had been so desperate that they accepted an outsider, no matter how much they had been paid and she intended to restore their honour personally! Even Andromeda marrying that mudblood was less of an insult!

"Very good, Bellatrix," Voldemort complimented her as he began walking towards the gate.

Bellatrix followed with Dolohov and they passed through without a whisper of magic, walking into the manor as if they owned the place. The witch suppressed a chuckle. If Narcissa and Draco died, then while the inheritance lines were a little murky she stood to inherit quite a bit of the Malfoy fortune. Combined with the LeStrange wealth, she would be one of the wealthiest witches in not just the Isles, but the world. All of which meant nothing to her but it was nice to know.

The Dark Lord moved confidently through the house, quick and sure, as he led them through several corridors and into wings of the large manor that Bellatrix was not familiar with. Finally he stopped at a small door and ran one white hand down the centre join. Runes lit up under his hand, responding to his magic.

"Oh Narcissa," Voldemort said, his voice sad, "I thought I'd taught you better than that." There was a flare of magic and the runes burnt their way into the wood before vanishing and the Dark Lord's white hand pushed the door open.

"Close your eyes," he warned Dolohov and Bellatrix as he stepped forward, his words turning into a hiss.

Bellatrix shared a long look with Dolohov before they both closed their eyes. Beyond opening the wards, neither of them had been called upon and they were unsure of what their Lord wanted with their presence.

The Dark Lord hissed low in his throat, the noise comforting as Xatarass laced his voice. –My children, my cousins, my blood, come to me, I will protect you.-

-We...we are here.-

Red eyes snapped around the room, looking everywhere, seeing everything in the darkened room. –Xentor.-

-I am here.-

Voldemort flicked his wand through several charms lighting the room with a soft gentle light. The pit became visible and the Dark Lord looked down at the three serpents who were within it. The two smaller ones were twined around the larger and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were relatively unharmed. A little underfed, but otherwise hale. Another flick of his wand, and he levitated the serpents out of the pit, gently putting them on the ground next to it. Xuld hissed softly, rapidly unwinding from Xentor to slither over to Voldemort and curl up on him. Xatarass whispered his comfort to the smaller serpent, Xir had been her father, and Voldemort held still for the few moments it took for her to coil around his shoulders and waist.

-There are two wizards outside,- Voldemort hissed, -will you need help?- he asked the other two serpents, expressing a concern for their welfare that he would never show any Death Eater. Xentor was too large to be carried but Xal could be assisted that way.

-I can make it,- Xentor replied gently, nudging Xal. The other serpent was drooping and with a flick of his wand Voldemort levitated the smaller serpent and draped her over Dolohov. To his credit the older wizard remained still, though the Dark Lord had detected his slight surprise when Xal's cold skin had touched him.

-Tell him to open his eyes,- Xal requested as she closed her own. –I would rather my transport not run into anything.-

Voldemort smiled, making his way back into the corridor with Xentor following close behind him.

"You may open your eyes," the Dark Lord told his two followers who had waited at the door and he was pleased that both obeyed instantly, looking around a small amount to spot the serpents that were now with them. They had all closed their eyes, though Xentor was close enough behind the Dark Lord that he probably had not needed to. Still, he was comforted by the presence of Xatarass.

"Let's go," the Dark Lord commanded and together the six of them left the Malfoy Manor, apparating back to Voldemort's stronghold as soon as they were clear of the wards.

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