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Weapon LXXXIV Bow Unto Me

-It's been too long.-

The hiss was whispered in the dark and there were several sibilant replies. The area was large and while stone was usually cold, the Dark Lord had infused this part of his stronghold with warming charms so that the serpents who lived there were comfortable.

There were many serpents of all varieties but the largest and most dangerous were the basilisks and they were carefully twined around each other.

-It has been but we cannot just rest,- one said yellow eyes almost glowing.

-Should we call those in the Amazon?-

-Not yet,- Xeloc's voice was deep.

-Are you healed?- Xuld asked.

-Are you?- the question was returned.

-He was your father.-

-And he was your brother.-

-My fangs itch for the one responsible,- Xuld hissed, her voice tight.

-We will taste him together,- Xeloc whispered.

-Has Xatarass asked for anything?-

-Father will not ask.-

-He should not have to. We may not always understand wizards but we know enough. What is causing the most problem?- Xentor asked.

-There is no fighting at the moment,- Xar said. –It's hard to tell. The Goblins perhaps?-

-The Phoenix,- Xal hissed.

-The Phoenix is an ongoing problem,- Ximond said mildly, -and he will be dealt with. The Goblins are something we can deal with though.-

-How?-

-How what?-

-How is the Phoenix going to be dealt with?-

-Xaos is already in position. I suspect he will be our final victory over the Phoenix.-

-The Goblins,- Ximond repeated, bringing his extended families attention back towards something they could directly deal with.

-We could all wear our fangs down to the gums and not deal with them.-

-But there are other ways of dealing with species.-

-You suggest capture?-

-A few yes. What did Xara always say?-

-That others can speculate but every species knows the best way to kill itself.-

-So we capture some goblins and ask them how to kill their species?- Xentor chuckled.

-I will go,- Xeloc hissed.

-You need to heal!-

-I'm healed enough for this. I intend only to provide transport. Ximond, Xentor and Xal can do the capture.-

-I'll go instead of Xal,- Xar spoke for the first time.

-I will go Xar!- Xal hissed with sudden anger. –I have to go. Capture is easier for us females.-

-Which is why you can't go,- Xar tried to argue.

-Do not take my gender as weakness.-

-Do not take any of us as being weak.-

-I don't,- Xar tried to say but the other male's shushed him to let their largest member speak.

-You are not weak,- Ximond hissed. –We are the line of Ximir, none of us are weak, but Xal, you smell different. Are you carrying?-

-Ximond is correct, you do smell different,- Xeloc said after sampling the air. –I am sorry I did not notice Xal.-

Xal hissed, the noise obviously contemplative.

-Xal, I will go,- Xuld said.

-Until we are sure, Xal, you will remain here,- Ximond gave the instruction and all the basilisks shifted slightly, moving to protect Xal despite the fact they were deep in their lair.

-May I go?- Xeros asked differentially. He was the youngest and had not been allowed out unescorted. –It should be fairly safe.-

Xeloc and Ximond as the two eldest shared a long look before Ximond nodded. –You may go,- he said, forestalling any argument.

Xeros was wise enough to nod without giving any indication of his elation. He had to appear controlled, and old enough that he should be allowed out by himself.

Xeloc coiled himself around Xal and Xoui while Xuld touched noses with Xeros. –There is one more thing,- the large basilisk said. –I believe, Xaos will for fill our vow to Xeau, to see Fawkes dead but that still leaves things Xatarass may need, enemies we may yet have to face. I wish to grow.-

-No!- Ximond made the denial. –If any of us are to do that, I should be the one.-

Ximond and Xeloc were almost the same size though Xeloc was a generation older. –No, Ximond,- Xeloc said firmly while the others watched and listened. –You are Xatarass' heir. You must lead us. This is why there are two lines, one to lead and one to fight.-

-Then it should be me,- Xentor hissed.

-Not yet, Xentor,- Xeloc hissed, almost fondly.

-What do you think we will need to fight?-

-I don't know,- Xeloc said, -but I want us to be prepared for anything Xatarass may wish us to fight.-

Xuld looked up at her uncle, -Are you sure?-

-I am sure,- Xeloc said firmly.

-Check with Xatarass,- Ximond said finally. –If this is truly your wish, Xeloc, we will honour it.-

-My brothers, my sisters, you honour me. I will honour you,- Xeloc intoned formally and at his words all the basilisks turned towards him, bowing their heads.

Remus looked around the clearing. The moon was half full but gave light enough to make the dusting of snow glow. He and the other Pack Leaders were rugged up against the cold bite in the air. Winter was coming and it was spreading to embrace them all. Thankfully there was no wind, and the stars were visible overhead. The usual drip of water in the Forbidden Forest was silenced and even the air smelt a little cleaner, curtsy of the frozen water that lay over everything.

They were a little early, so they were waiting and Remus wondered if he would see Sirius today. He wasn't sure that the Shadows would be willing to expose their link to both sides no matter the fact that he was here to seal their alliance.

"Are they going to make us wait all night?" Razorclaw snarled.

"We are early," Longtooth soothed. The older werewolf was barely healed enough from his fight with Fenrir but he insisted he was well enough for this and Remus was thankful he had come. He was a sensible man. Razorclaw was more of Greyback's ilk but he was necessary as well. Lupin wanted the more aggressive werewolf to see that alliance with someone other than the Dark Lord was not only possible but profitable.

There was a soft squelch from the far side of the clearing and Remus felt his eyes widen when he saw Sirius, in the guise of the Shadow Servant step gently over the ground, his eyes looking everywhere.

"You aren't the Shadow Lord," Talon accused but Sirius ignored the remark as he continued to look around, obviously assessing the situation.

Finally black eyes turned towards the werewolf who had spoken and Remus could see by the way he blinked that the Shadows were strongly with him. "And you aren't the Pack Leader."

"Calm down," Remus spoke before anyone could retaliate, "He's here to make sure this is not a trap," the wizard werewolf explained for the benefit of his fellows.

"Indeed," Sirius agreed with his Shadow hidden voice. "I am an agent," he elaborated. "When all is said and done, I am expendable. The Shadow Lord is not."

"That's enough!"

Remus recognised Harry's voice only because he was so familiar with it but he would have never recognised the small form that stepped from the deeper darkness behind Sirius as being the young man. And that was probably the point he realised ruefully.

Harry was dressed much as reports had been given of his attire in the Atrium but there were a few changes. For one his hood was swept back but his face was covered by a mask much like Sirius' and his eyes... Remus suppressed a shudder. Harry's usually green eyes seemed black with no sclera. His hair was slicked down to lie almost neatly against his head and his robes were heavy, black and seemed unadorned by protective sigils. Lupin hadn't seen the Harry of the Atrium but he was willing to bet there was enough difference that even if one of the Pack Leaders found an image, there would be little to link the two.

"You are the Shadow Lord?" Razorclaw snapped.

"I am."

"How do we know that?" Blackpelt asked the question with considerably more grace than the other Werewolf.

"The same way I know Remus Lupin is the Pack Leader of the Isles."

It took Talon and Razorclaw a moment to work that out but it was long enough for Longtooth to snort in amusement and murmur his agreement. No one had provided proof beyond their word... There was no proof beyond their word.

"So, here we are," Harry continued, ignoring the more aggressive werewolves as he addressed Remus. "I take it the Ministry was less than accommodating and you do not wish to make an alliance with the Dark Lord?"

Remus smiled at Harry. The young wizard was no doubt completely aware of what had transpired at the Ministry but the way he phrased it allowed for one to doubt his absolute knowledge. "The Dark Lord is still an option," he replied and almost surprised himself when he realised the truth of his words. "He is just one I do not wish the Werewolves to pursue because he is divisive and will lead, eventually to our doom."

"Explain."

"Half the Packs would serve him and half would serve under protest," Remus' voice took on a speculative air and he was aware when the other Pack Leader's looked at him. They had obviously not thought he would even consider allying with the Dark Lord Voldemort and they were interested in his reasoning. "In time, those who did not wish to serve would not, and the Dark Lord would see that as betrayal. For some reason, werewolves are seen as a whole. Where one goes, all must follow and all are culpable for the actions of a few.

"Even the Dark Lord views us that way, so that those who do not serve him would be seen as betraying him, and those who did serve could never make up for that betrayal. And in the end, we would once again be hunted."

Blackpelt, Talon and Longtooth nodded, their eyes downcast. Remus' explanation was simplified but his logic was true and they were ashamed of not having thought it through. While the Dark Lord was not necessarily their preferred option, they saw the initial response when they considered the dark path, they had not thought the path through to the end. Razorclaw growled, though he too recognised the truth of the Pack Leader's logic.

"And so here we are," Harry repeated, the smile evident in his voice. "And you are no doubt wondering why I would wish to ally with the Werewolves."

"Somewhat," Longtooth replied.

"I am tired of the never ending war of wizards, of them never learning anything. I'm younger than most but I've learned enough to see how nothing will ever be fixed with the current system and thus I propose to fix the current system. After the system is fixed, I'm going to need helpers who know why it had to be fixed and that's where the werewolves come in."

"You need enforcers?"

"No," Harry shook his head firmly. "Helpers. And that is not a matter of semantics. The system will be fixed and wizards and witches will accept and embrace the new system, not fight against it. But there will be those who have been displaced, who wish for the old norms and so I will need those who have a vested interest in seeing the new norms remain to help me make sure that everything is as it should be.

"Werewolves are persecuted now, I propose equality between most magical species and that is what you would be helping to protect. Most witches and wizards will accept that, especially the muggleborns, they just have no idea that that is not what they are getting. I'm not muggleborn but like them I don't even know why werewolves are persecuted. You change for one day a month and during that time, most werewolves voluntarily lock themselves away! By that logic we should persecute witches since they bleed for more days than that and inflict themselves upon wizards in that time!"

Blackpelt snorted. "Good luck with that," he murmured.

"So we won't be law enforcers?" Longtooth asked, ignoring the analogy.

"Some of you might," the way Harry said it showed his surprise. "I won't be saying no if a Werewolf wishes to become an Auror in the future. Equality, that is what I am aiming for."

"You said for most magical species," Longtooth murmured the earlier qualification.

"And I mean for most," Harry agreed. "Chimera's for example cannot control their natures, nor can Acromantulars. There is little point in even trying to have them contribute."

There was silence for a few moments while the Werewolves thought, though that was mostly for politeness. Remus had made up his mind, and Remus was the Pack Leader. The others would have to challenge him if they would not support his decision.

"So, Pack Leader Lupin, are you still willing to walk the path I offer?" Harry asked.

"I am, though I think it would be wise if we both revisit what the path you offer contains."

"Indeed, sometimes understanding can be lost in translation. So why don't I begin?"

"Please."

"I would like the werewolves to proclaim their neutrality, while holding allegiance to me," Harry began, saying the sentence with a depreciating shrug as if what he wanted was the simplest things in the world.

"That puts us in the bad books with both the Ministry and the Dark Lord."

"You are already in the bad books with the Ministry," Harry murmured, "And with a vampire standing at Dumbledore's side, that's not likely to change."

"True," Razorclaw conceded.

"In return for our ambiguous position, you are prepared to offer wolfsbane potion for those who want it, fiscal help if required and to see that eventually the powers that be acknowledge werewolves as beings with equal rights."

"I'm prepared to cast that charm as well if individuals desire it."

"I can see you getting changes passed the Ministry," Longtooth said softly, "Even if they don't agree, they could be bribed but how are you going to get changes passed the Dark Lord?"

Harry nodded at the older man. "You may recall from the incident in the Atrium that two beings came to the Dark Lord's aide. One you see before you," the young wizard gestured towards Sirius who had taken up a position at his side, standing in place as an obvious guard. "And one who is a more intimate companion. The Lord Voldemort may seem unreasonable but that all depends on how you pose questions to him."

Longtooth snickered as he acknowledged the point.

"You wish our services in one battle?" Talon posed the statement as a question.

"I do," Harry agreed. "I intend to move only when I can claim it all, though even in that battle, you may not be openly acknowledging your allegiance to me. I am tired of the wizards fighting, but not all the forces have gathered yet and I will strike only when they are all committed to the battle, when victory can be most effectively achieved. I may give that victory to the Ministry, but more likely to the Lord Voldemort because I admit, I find him far more accommodating to my requests."

"Sex won't do it forever," Razorclaw snapped.

"Quite true but I like to save the wand at the heart as the last resort. How I get either the Ministry or the Dark Lord to accept my alterations to the status quo is my concern, not yours."

"Many have said that, why should we trust you over others?" Talon asked.

"Because unlike others, I'm prepared to offer my life as backing for my word."

"The Blood Oath," both Blackpelt and Longtooth murmured.

"Indeed, the Blood Oath," Harry confirmed. "All five of you may be holders of the stake, but I would prefer to put in the proviso that you must agree before it can be activated."

"Will it only apply to the rules, or to everything else?"

"Everything."

Remus took a deep breath. "Rules for equality for the future but for the moment, in return for our announced neutrality and assistance in that battle, you or your agents will provide assistance for the werewolves to survive in the form of wolfsbane potion, the charm and fiscal help if we require it."

"Yes."

"I've never had wolfsbane, does it work on those who aren't wizards?" Longtooth asked.

Harry looked confused for a moment before he frowned. "I'm not a Potion Master, but I would presume so."

"It works," Talon said softly. "A couple of those I run with were muggles and they've occasionally managed to get it, though it's difficult to brew. Is your potion maker up to it?"

While the smile could not be seen, Remus knew that Harry was smiling at that question as he fished for a piece of parchment in his sleeve. He handed the paper over and Remus saw that it was covered in writing and he began reading. "Those are the qualifications of my Potion Master," Harry said.

"Merlin..." Razorclaw whistled as they gathered close to read the parchment. The list was exceedingly long but Remus noticed something else.

"A lot of these are pending qualifications?" The question was inherent. The Mastery in Potions was not pending but some of the future qualifications and membership associations were. Remus suspected he knew exactly whose qualifications he was looking at.

"My Potion Master has been in the employ of those who have suppressed his ability. When he took up my offer, he was freed to pursue his true calling. That is why he is lacking in some of the Association Fellowships but those will be made up in time. The wizard who makes the Wolfsbane Potion is a fully qualified and certified Potion Master."

"I can see that," Remus said before he smiled and stepped forward to kneel. The other werewolves followed his lead. "As the Pack Leader of the Isles, I hereby swear the allegiance of the Werewolves to you, the Shadow Lord, through blood, through word, through will, through magic."

Harry drew a small dagger and slashed at his palm before he flicked it out splattering a few drops of blood on to each of the Pack Leader's before he placed his hand on Remus' forehead to leave a red smear there. "Through blood, through word, through will, through magic, I accept the allegiance of the werewolves and will care for them as if they were my own."

There was a moment of silence before Harry stepped back, and Sirius fussed, pulling his wand and healing the cut Harry had made to his palm. "My life depends on it," Harry added with a little smile.

Remus took a deep breath before wiping the blood from his forehead with his fingertips as he rose to his feet. The other's followed his lead.

"Well now that we have the formal part out of the way," Harry started again, "I've got a question."

"What do you wish to know Shadow Lord?" Talon asked.

"Are there any werewolves good at farming?"

"Farming?"

The smirk was evident in Harry's voice. "Some of the ingredients for Wolfsbane potion are easily farmed, only I don't have enough workers so figured it would be more cost effective to pay some werewolves to farm them. And it's efficient and I'm a fan of efficiency under the right circumstances."

Blackpelt chuckled. "I'm sure we can find a few," he assured the Shadow Lord.

"That's good," Harry said as he stepped forward towards Longtooth. "Hold still please," he addressed the older werewolf before he placed his hand on the man's forehead. "Merlin, Fenrir really did a number on you," He murmured as he worked, drawing back his hand to flick it through the motion of several healing charms.

"Wha..? You're healing me?"

"It's no big thing," Harry shrugged before stepped back looking up towards the moon. "It's late, and while there are still many things to work out, I suggest we arrange another time," Harry said.

"That would be for the best," Remus agreed.

"In three days then?"

"How about at The Hogs Head?"

Harry's brow crinkled for a moment in thought as he remembered it would be Saturday and was a Hogsmead day for Hogwarts students, which meant that the Dark Lord was likely to attack somewhere and Harry would be needed. Three days had not been his best suggestion but he would work it out somehow. "That will be fine," Harry said as he bowed slightly and backed away, allowing the shadows to wrap him in darkness. Sirius followed and the two of them apparated back to the outskirts of the castle. The area of the Forbidden Forest they had been in was under the wards, but apparition within the wards was possible without any special power or ability.

"That was interesting," Sirius said.

"It went about as I expected," Harry replied, "though Remus does seem to be doing well."

"Of course he's doing well. I'm a little sorry I couldn't help him against Fenrir."

"He'll understand."

"I know but I still regret it a bit. We talked about it a lot during school, how we could help him kill the werewolf who bit him."

There was nothing Harry could say to that so he went with his own feelings. "I miss you."

"I know but your guys tell me it won't be much longer."

Harry sighed, looking up at the moon. "It's already been so long and Dumbledore is parading me around like I'm some sort of pet. If they were truly using me in the war, I wouldn't mind too much."

"Dumbledore wants everyone to know who provided them with their weapon. He won't really let you fight until it's in his favour."

"I thought I knew what I was agreeing to," Harry sighed again.

"Hang in there, Kiddo," Sirius said as he turned away.

"Sirius, when you are officially back I'll need to visit Gringotts and probably a few other things."

"I know, I'll arrange it. Your guys have a passion for making sure everything runs smoothly for you."

"Except with Ginny."

Sirius turned back, looking amused, "What about Ginny?"

Harry looked at the older wizard with a distinctly unamused glare.

:She knows the truth and he needs to keep her close,: the Shadow's supplied helpfully.

"She's also the one that Fawkes thinks I'm desperately in love with," Harry added with a mutter.

Sirius laughed and despite the growing cold around them Harry could tell by the way he shifted that he wanted to hear everything.

"If I was who I was meant to be, I would love her," the black haired wizard said. "But I'm not and I can't be and I don't understand how she can be so ignorant."

"Is she really like that?"

"Yes!"

"No no," Sirius smiled before he turned serious again. "Is she being controlled?"

Harry considered it for a moment. "No," he said finally before he took a deep breath of the chill night air. "If I was the man I was meant to be, if nothing had happened, even if I was the Boy-Who-Lived, raised by you, raised by Remus, raised by anyone except those then I would be the type of wizard Dumbledore thinks I am, the type of wizard who would love Ginny. But I'm not and she's not being controlled either."

"And so you don't know why the Shadows are insisting you play nice with her?"

"Exactly. I don't know why they picked her as the woman I should pretend to love! She knows the truth but there are other ways of dealing with that."

"Have you asked them?"

"They won't tell me."

This time Sirius did laugh. "It's so nice to know you are in charge," he muttered as he moved close to the younger wizard. Sirius reached out and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "If they won't tell you, yet they insist upon it, you have to assume there is a real reason but it might be something that does not happen. If it does happen then you will know and be thankful for the preparation."

"I know but..." Harry sighed. "She is difficult."

"You know, I'm of two minds to hear you say that."

"Oh?"

"It means you've gotten very good at hiding your true self from Fawkes, so much so that you can be mostly yourself but at the same time, I'm sad because..."

"Because I'm not who I was meant to be."

Sirius nodded.

"I can't help that."

"I know you can't and I decided a long time ago that since I can't change the past, you have to seek the best present and future and that's all you are doing though it's not the future anyone expects. It will make you happy though so that's enough. It's just that you shouldn't have to go through all of this."

Harry smiled somewhat forlornly, "It is what it is. I don't regret the past but I do regret what it will mean for some."

"There are always good people who get hurt. Even if Dumbledore was being sensible, I don't think there would be any way of saving everyone."

"I know and there aren't that many but I hope a few people are sensible."

"That's their choice Harry. No matter what was happening, that is always their choice." The canine animagus looked over at his godson, "You don't really want to conquer, do you?" he asked with sudden insight.

The smile Harry gave him in the darkness was wry, "No."

Sirius chuckled, "He wants it doesn't he?"

Harry sighed, "I don't think he wants to conquer, it's more he wants change and even if he'd been elected, the system is entrenched. Change, meaningful change is not possible. I told the Werewolves that I would get them equality and I will, just I know as well as you do that it won't be via the Ministry. That's why there has to be this war, even though I really don't want it."

"So what happens after?"

"He wants to rule and I can't bring myself to deny him that."

"From what I've seen he won't be too bad," Sirius mused.

"Yes, though some of his followers are very loyal but their ideals are..."

"Not palatable to the greater wizarding public," Sirius supplied helpfully.

"Yes, and that will be my role, to make sure his changes are not based in blood."

"You'll do that well, Harry, I have no doubt but are you sure you want to be hidden forever?"

Green eyes blinked. "No." Harry laughed, looking back at the stars. "I don't know."

"It's all right," Sirius soothed moving closer to give his godson a quick embrace. "It's okay. You don't have to know everything now. And on some things, it's better to let the chips fall where they will before you commit to a path. You've made the most important decision, you will support him and he knows what will happen after, and what happens after the after, that's something no one needs to think about yet."

Harry moved to hug the other man. "Hurry back," he whispered.

"I will," Sirius smiled at his godchild before he backed away, gently disentangling himself from the younger wizard. "Stay strong and put up with Ginny for the moment. Use the time to hide deep within yourself and plan or to think about what YOU really want. In the end, if she is necessary then we will need her and willing is always so much better."

"I will," Harry agreed as he reached out to the Hogwart's gate, placing his hand on it and willing it to open. It creaked slightly but opened and at Sirius' nod, he slipped through, intent on heading to bed.

Outside in the cold night air, Sirius smiled before he walked away. Harry was not yet sure of the future, but he was sure of the path and that would be enough.

I have a 'X' name fetish for snakes :D And the werewolves are now firmly Harry's! Hehehehehe!

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