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Weapon LXXXVI Except When It Isn't.

Lucius blinked pale eyes in the darkness. For the moment, he was remarkably lucid but every now and then the Dark Lord liked to leave him alone. It made him wonder when the pain would be back and what torture would be inflicted upon him. He tried to keep those thoughts from his mind as the slowly brought his vision into focus.

There were chains on his arms and legs and around his throat. The blond had long ago gotten used to the pressure on his shoulders so didn't even bother twitching to try to settle into a more comfortable position. There wasn't any other position that was comfortable. The drip of water came to him constantly as did the soft moans and occasional screams of the others in the dungeon. He'd seen these dungeons before, and even if he was at full health, with his wand Lucius didn't fancy his chances of escape… with the Dementors a cold, grasping presence in his mind and in the levels above, he knew escape was not an option.

He had only one means of escape, and the Dark Lord was meticulous in blocking that.

So why was his still alive? That question had been weighing on him for a few days. The Dark Lord would say it was because he had yet to scream his name, but Lucius was not so naïve. His former Lord was never that simple. The last of his followers had been murdered the day after Halloween and Lucius had heard rumours that Severus Snape had been declared a traitor but had been given to some other force the Dark Lord was allied wi….

A gasp escaped Lucius' mouth and he suppressed a grimace as the involuntary movement caused all the little cuts and abrasions on him to strain, sending a pulse of pain through him.

No matter what his former Lord claimed, he was sensible, he knew that the only good enemy was a dead enemy, so despite pretense otherwise, he was not the one keeping Lucius alive. It had to be that group he was allied with. But what did they want?

What were they?

The vampire had told him 'If the Shadows know life, you have lost' but had never explained what the Shadows were and Lucius had taken the warning to be…. Well he wasn't really sure what he had taken the warning to mean. He definitely hadn't expected it to be what it was. If anything he'd thought it was some generic warning about daylight since he'd attacked at night when there were no shadows…. But the elder Vampire had meant something much more literal, he had meant some power that only he had known about…. Only he and the Dark Lord.

What were they?

Lucius frowned as he focused his mind, suddenly thankful for the rest periods he was allowed. He was still resting, and when his former Lord returned to pick up torture again, it would feel that much worse because his nerves had gotten a taste of normalcy but it was allowing him to think.

The Shadows were obviously much more than an esoteric concept. They had agents and those agents were very powerful if the ability of the one he had seen was any indication. Killing vampires that easily was not something to take lightly and it made sense that Xeoaph would know about anything that could kill him or his children that easily. But the Shadows couldn't be just agents or wizards with extra training. Vampires would not fear something like that because sooner or later, if the Shadows were just wizards they would have made a mistake and the vampires would have brought them down. No, they had to be something else….

But what could they possibly be?

He'd seen them around his former Lord, all black and inky and while they looked like shadows, Lucius was reluctant to call them that. Shadows were meant to be insubstantial… they were meant to be something you produced when you stepped into the light. They were something you never thought about, or something some used to amuse children, something that was there because you cast the shadow.

Grey eyes blinked. They were meant to be something you controlled, so why…. How did they have the power to take control?

His thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle and Lucius half expected one of the inky black things to be hovering near the door, but the light was clear. For some reason the Shadows had seemed reluctant to speak to him.

:Oh, we aren't reluctant. There's just no point.:

Lucius jerked his head upwards and was immediately sorry when the movement caused it to start pounding. Dehydration was taking its toll and the headache was an almost constant companion.

:You see, you can't even hold a conversation.:

Slowly, the blond lowered his head, forcing his breathing to be deep and even as he waited for the pain to subside. If he was still and gentle enough it went away for a few moments, or at least went away enough for him to think. "What are you?" the elder Malfoy hissed eventually.

:We are Shadow,: came the unhelpful reply.

"What are you really?" He asked again.

:We are really Shadow.:

"Don't play with me!" Lucius didn't care about the pain as he raised grey eyes to glare at them… or at least to glare at what he thought was them.

:We play everything, Lucius,: the Shadow voice became serious though the words were almost that of a child. :We play everything for the glory of our Master.:

"The Dark Lord?"

The Shadows laughed, and Malfoy was surprised to hear genuine amusement in their tone. :The Lord Voldemort is not our Master. We require someone a bit more pure. You saw him, you know him, you just don't believe it.:

"Because it's not possible."

:Of course it's possible.:

"How?"

:Now that is a decent question.: The blond wizard wasn't sure how he should take that praise. He wasn't sure it was praise though it sounded like it.

"How?" He repeated the question.

:What he told you at the time is true Lucius. We are here because our Master supports the Dark Lord. You were there Malfoy, you know what happened, you know the Dark Lord did… but perhaps you don't understand what the Light did?: the last was said speculatively, as if it could answer every question.

"What did the Light do?" Lucius forced himself to ask and while his mind still rebelled at the concept, at the memory of what he had seen, Harry Potter sitting in the Dark Lord's throne, defending the evil wizard… Kissing the man… That should not have been possible.

:The Light? The Light did nothing Lucius,: the Shadows replied after a moment of silence. :They didn't even watch. They acted only when forced to. They did not defend and yet still they make demands.:

Malfoy didn't understand all of that but he understood enough. He'd been there at the trial, he knew what had happened and if no changes had been made he knew what would have continued… He knew what his son… Oh Merlin! Draco!

:It's too late for him,: the voice was colder than a Dementor's touch.

"No! He's just a boy!"

:Old enough.:

"He can't possibly be considered old enough!" Lucius said with force.

The Shadows went silent for a moment and the blond sensed the change in them before they spoke again. He couldn't see any difference in the darkness of his cell but somehow the temperature dropped and their tone took on an air of true evil. :Do you truly know what your son did?: The question was almost beneath the captive wizard's hearing but somehow Lucius knew that he would have always heard that voice.

"He said something about rape and Avada Kedrava," the blond said. "But Draco would not touch anyone like that…"

The answer brought him a short hiss of unamused laughter. :You don't know your son very well, do you?: the tone was still cold.

Lucius closed his eyes. He had dismissed what the Dark Lord had told him but with the Shadows it was harder to deny their words. He thought he had taught his son to be better than that. Surely the Scion of Malfoy would not have sullied his hands such? "He wouldn't have… It was ingrained upon him never to…" the chained wizard wasn't sure how to continue.

:Ah!: The cold didn't disappear from the Shadow voice but a note of understanding entered it. It was amazing how many feelings they could portray just with their voice but Lucius rather sillily thought that they had had practice over the years with not having a face. They were amazingly expressive. :You misunderstand Lucius,: they said softly. :Your son did not touch our Master. He did something worse, though from your point of view, it is in keeping with his upbringing. He arranged for others to do his dirty work. In that, he inherited the Malfoy will very well. Unlike you, he does not do his own dirty work. But now, we thought we would give you a choice.:

"A choice?" the elder Malfoy did not understand. What could their possibly be for him to choose? No one in this stronghold would give him a choice about anything, not without risking their Lord's wrath. He could not die, he could not do anything, yet these insubstantial Shadows thought they could give him a choice?

:So self-centred,: they muttered. :It's not a choice for yourself, Lucius, rather for your son.:

"What choice?"

:In good time your wife and son will stand before the Dark Lord in chains. Your wife's fate has already been decided for she would stand beside you until the end. The Dark Lord has her but your son belongs to us. And since he arranged for others to violate our Master, we thought we would give you the choice. What exactly would you like to violate his pretty little arse first?:

Their sudden crass question caught Lucius by surprise and he almost didn't understand at first. He swallowed hard. "He wouldn't want that," the blond said, referring to the Shadow's proclaimed master. He had his doubts about Harry Potter being their master but if they said he was, then perhaps there were expectations he could lay upon them.

:Who?:

"Your master. He wouldn't want that."

:He wouldn't want what?:

"Your master was raped many times in his childhood," Lucius explained patiently, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Not only would that antagonise the Shadows, it would set off his aching head. "He wouldn't want another to go through what he did."

The darkness chuckled and the blond suddenly felt less sure of himself. :A nice try Lucius and you are somewhat correct. Our master would not want anyone to have to go through what he did, not even his worst enemy. In fact, he only recently killed those responsible… but here's the thing… We would want his worst enemy to go through it.:

"But he won't let you."

:Oh Lucius! You wizards are so amusing. Won't let? How can he forbid what he does not know about? Your son will be in chains in the Dark Lord's stronghold and our Master will be elsewhere. The Lord Voldemort has already given Draco to us, so we ask again, what would you like to penetrate his pretty arse first?:

"You can't!"

:Of course we can. There are plenty of Voldemort's followers who like their sport young and unwilling. The more fight Draco puts up, the more they will like it, though we may have to persuade them that he's young enough.:

"No! Your master won't… He would… He will forbid you from having anyone raped. Those who enjoy that particular past time will soon be finding it against the Dark Lord's wishes. As much as you want to threaten that, you can't."

:We can do pretty much what we want Lucius, but we will play along with you for now. If our master forbids us from having anyone touch the waste you spawned, there are still so many things for you to choose from. Or are you saying you want his first time to be with someone?

:Think about it Lucius. We'll want an answer when we decide to talk with you again.:

The captive wizard had looked to the ground for an instant but in that moment the feeling in his cell changed. It was still cold, there were too many Dementors in the Dark Lord's stronghold for it not to be cold but the cell seemed lighter and the elder Malfoy realised that between one word and the next the Shadows had vanished. He let out a long breath and firmly put thoughts of Draco being captured from his mind. That was what they wanted. They wanted him to think Narcissa would fail. Lucius had no idea what she was doing, but he knew, she would not fail. He was realistic, his surviving was… unlikely but their son would live on.

Lucius closed his eyes as he realised that none of his questions about the Shadows had been answered. He still didn't know what they were and despite their seeming confidence, he was well aware how much that sometimes hid the truth. He would not take their confidence as anything more than bravado.

He would hold out for as long as he could and he would not give in to the doubts they wanted him to have, just as he would not say the name his former Lord wanted him to scream.

Neville looked with some distaste at his Potions Homework. Snape had been absent for weeks but they were all still dutifully filling out the expected essays and inches of parchment. As Hermione had said, even if the Potion Master never returned, they still needed to know the course work. But right at the moment he couldn't concentrate on it. Christmas was coming and while he had most of his presents already bought, there was something that he hadn't arranged yet.

He looked around. Harry was scratching some notes into a parchment though he didn't appear to be paying too much attention to it. Ron was deep into some essay and his tongue was sticking out just a little bit with his concentration. Hermione seemed to be helping Ginny and Luna with some finer points on the notes they were working on. Everyone seemed to be being industrious but Neville could tell that they were like him. They didn't really want to be studying at the moment.

"Guys."

"Hmm," Harry looked up with a soft smile.

"What are you all doing for Christmas?"

Ron and Ginny looked at each other. While they usually went home, they had both spoken with their parents and the family had agreed that it would be best if they stayed where Harry was. Hermione smiled at Neville and Luna just looked at him oddly. Harry shrugged. "I'll be here," he said, "Unless the Dark Lord decides to attack somewhere."

"Well then," Neville gulped, as he gathered himself, "On Christmas Day, would you all like to come to my house? If it's just for the day, it should be secure enough."

Harry smiled. "That would be great, Neville."

His decision pretty much decided the rest of them and pretty soon Neville was surrounded by smiles as the little group agreed to meet at Longbottom Manor for Christmas Afternoon… if the appropriate clearances could be arranged. They'd leave their presents until then as well, so that they could open them together.

"Okay! Now that that is decided, Harry, I have a far more important question," Neville joked to hide his sudden embarrassment. He had hoped that they would come, just that he never thought it would be that easy.

"What is it?" The green eyed wizard asked gently.

Neville grinned. "How's the Quidditch team coming?"

Harry chuckled from deep in his throat. "They are going well."

"We'd be going better if you quit the early morning training," Ron mockingly complained.

"So you are all fighting fit for the match with Slytherin?"

It was Ginny who laughed this time. "They won't know what hit them."

Harry nodded. "Draco's not the Captain but he's still their Seeker."

"Only 'cos they can't find anyone to replace him."

"He's still their Seeker," Harry reiterated, "And while he's not up to my level, if he actually concentrates he's not that bad."

"What?" After the startled exclamation there was silence.

"Hmm?" Harry questioned, raising one eyebrow. He knew what his friends thought was wrong but this was also fun.

:Can you talk to us too now?:

:Why now?:

:Fawkes has decided he doesn't need to listen to teenage chit chat.:

:What is it?:

"Harry, how could you!?" Ron asked, his voice shocked.

:It's the Dementors. They left a message when you went to Hogsmead.:

"How could I what?" :What do they have to say?:

"How could you even imply that Malfoy has talent?"

:They can do what you want but they need more power.:

:Power?: "It's pretty easy Ron," Harry said with a wry smile. "When Draco is not trying to be a prat, he has some skill. Think of it like this…. Hmm… how to put this?"

:Power. The bodies are too weak by themselves. They will need an external power source to complete the transformation.:

:Ah… I'll see what I can do. Tell the Dementors to go as far as they can anyway.:

:We will,: the Shadows said, caressing their master.

"How to put what?"

Harry sighed. "Think about it like Charms class or something like that. When you actually apply yourself, you get results, but if you don't pay attention and just go through the motions, you might get a result, but the spell will probably fail. Draco's like that for Quidditch. If he gives up his pretenses, then he's got some skill."

"Pretenses?" Predictably enough Ron questioned what that was, while most of the others nodded knowingly. They were surprised that Harry had admitted that Draco may have some ability but they weren't incapacitated by their shock. Their green eyed friend's explanation made sense… though it was somewhat galling to have to admit that the ferret had skill in anything beyond toadying.

:Did you apologise to Voldemort for me?:

:Of course not. If we did, we'd owe him a favour. We explained, but you will have to apologise.:

:Ta,: Harry replied, his mind voice thick with sarcasm.

"Pretense," Hermione began the explanation. "It's when he takes on those airs."

"Oh please! He doesn't take on those airs, he was born with them!" Ron objected.

"He does Ron… at least some of the time," Hermione added the last with a small smile.

:Oh don't worry,: the Shadow's assured their master, :we are sure you can make it up to him.:

:Is that all?:

:For the moment.:

"Don't fight," Harry said before his two oldest friends began bicker in earnest. "No matter how skilled Draco is, I'm better." He let his features settle into a cocky little grin as he took one of Ginny's hands in his own. It was a sentimental gesture but he needed it. Or rather, those watching needed it. Mentally Harry shook his head, driving that thought away. It was one of those truths he had to be economical about.

"But what if the Dark Lord attacks?" Ginny asked in a small voice.

"Then you will just have to school Draco for me," Harry said, turning towards the red haired witch and giving her a soft smile.

The rest of their friends grinned, though Luna did look somewhat subdued.

"If Voldemort does attack," Harry added, ignoring the way the room flinched at his use of the name, "he won't know what hit him. I want to play that game and I will not appreciate being called into some battle squad."

Neville chuckled. "I can see there is nothing to worry about with Quidditch," he said before yawning hugely. "Oh excuse me!" the brown haired wizard added. "I think I'll head to bed," Neville said as he began collecting his books.

"Good idea," Harry agreed. "A slightly early night will be the best for us I think." Even Hermione agreed. "Luna, would you like me to walk you back to the Ravenclaw Common Room?" Curfew was in effect for most students, but Harry had the run of the castle and while he didn't always use his privileges, sometimes they came in handy.

"That would be nice, Harry," the blonde said gently.

Harry brought Ginny's hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "Sleep, Ginny, you need it," he whispered to her and he allowed the feeling of warmth her smile awoke within him to flush through him. With one of the wizarding magazines having published that photo of him and Ginny in Hogsmead, it had made his life both easier and harder. Easier because he was now able to give public displays of affection to Ginny, which reinforced his charade but far, far harder, because he resented every moment he had to spend. And the red haired witch knew it! She knew who he loved, she knew he did not love her, not that way, but she was not willing to give him up. The bond he had severed still pulsed within him, just the way she had wanted it but even though Harry knew he'd probably have an opportunity to use it, to use her life force, so that he could survive, he was reluctant to. She had not known what she was getting into, and really Ginny had only been trying to help but he also felt, that if he used her life force, somehow he would be owing her.., her shade at least and he did not like the feeling of owing anyone anything. It was a complex thing, layered feelings that interacted with each other than he was torn between exasperation and frustration. He just didn't know what to do with her. So for now, he went with the charade. At least until he could work out what could be done.

"Be careful," Ginny whispered.

"I will," he smiled as he led Luna out of the portrait. The others were packing up and slowly heading upstairs and he gave them a small wave good bye.

"You don't have to, you know."

"Don't have to what?"

"Walk me back to the Common Room."

"I know," Harry said easily. "But I thought I would use this as an opportunity to let you know how things were going."

Luna's grey eyes lit with excitement. "So what is happening?"

Harry chuckled. "At the moment, not much. But you might want to ask about how the Ministry's detection devices are coming along."

"Detection devices?" Luna hadn't heard anything about something like that.

"Before Halloween, the Ministry had a fight against the Dark Lord in Diagon Alley. What they didn't say was how they had detected him there. It wasn't by chance, it was something else."

"This device?"

Harry nodded. "Yep. I don't know exactly what it is, or what it looks like but it works almost like the charm on our wands."

"So they detect magic?"

"Not quite, they detect magical signatures."

"Oh…" Luna said then her eyes went wide as she understood. "Oh..!"

"Exactly. And do you really think the wizards understand?"

"Not likely," Luna agreed easily as they came to the corridor outside the Ravenclaw Common Room.

"Then perhaps they need to be told of the consequences?"

"Perhaps," Luna agreed. "Is now a good time?"

"Now is good enough," Harry agreed. "I'm not sure when the Ministry is going to announce it, or even if they are going to bother. If they do announce it, it will come as some great thing to track Dark Wizards when in reality it will keep everyone in check."

"It's worse than our wands," Luna murmured as she continued to think.

"How so?"

"The tracking charm on our wands only activates if we use magic outside of school. If this tracks magical signatures, we don't even have to do anything, just be in range."

"Well, they've got thousands, maybe a million of the devices," Harry gave out the extra little bit of information.

"I'll make sure it's published," Luna said, stepping through the doorway.

"I know you will," Harry replied with a soft smile to wish her a good night.

After the Ravenclaw Common Room door closed, Harry turned away and began walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Hogwarts was quiet at night, almost peaceful though there was a sense of a watching presence, it wasn't overt or intrusive. It was just the castle itself, making sure that its inhabitants were fine and Harry smiled, letting his magic reach out towards the stones beneath his feet to caress the old castle. The pictures spied, the castle just checked and it was a difference Harry appreciated.

As he began walking back the Shadows flickered around him. He would not be ambushed again like Draco had, ever. :Master, where did you find out about those devices?: They asked softly.

Harry frowned as he cast his mind back, searching for the memory. He usually knew how he found out about things easily. Someone told him. It was simple. Yet as he searched through his mind, he could not find a conversation where someone told him. The Aurors had mentioned something that they had been working on with the Goblins, even the papers had said that but no one had specifically told him what that something was. Yet in his head he could see it, all glowing and rune etched and rather pretty, the device that had been developed to track magical signatures.

He paused, sinking deeper into his mind as he tried to remember. The knowledge was there, it was so clear. It had been there since he read that article about them. He just knew what they were and what they did but he couldn't recall how or where he had been told about them.

Even for a wizard that wasn't possible.

He fought back a shiver. :How?:

:Oh come on Master, it's not that difficult.:

Their playful tone calmed him down and he began thinking about it again. If no one had told him, not even the Aurors, though they had mentioned something, and the papers had only confirmed that the Goblins and Ministry were working on something, then how had he known? The Shadows hadn't told him either. Who else… What else?

He closed his eyes.

He hadn't been in contact with anyone else and this wasn't something Dumbledore would have told him about.

:Haven't you?:

"What?" Harry whispered.

:Been in contact with people? What about Hogsmead?:

"No one in Hogsmead even mentioned anything like that." Harry had already gone over his memories of the day. They were disgustingly normal. Even his talk with the Werewolves that evening had been normal. There was only… :But I can't have… I was only there for…: Harry's eyes flew open as he realised the only possible place he could have gotten the information. And with the knowledge came the memory of his need. That particular aspect of his brief encounter with Voldemort's mind had been suppressed and as soon as it manifested, he did it again. He could not indulge those feelings, not now, not with Fawkes actually checking in a bit more often. Something had happened… But Harry didn't know what and he didn't care. All he knew was that it made things difficult for him.

Harry groaned, and began walking down the corridors again. He felt better now that he knew how he had found out the information, though he could feel his desire bubbling within him, deep within where the Phoenix couldn't feel it. He would pay for that later, but for now it was necessary.

:Luna will report them. I don't know what the reaction will be.:

:From some, it will be large, others won't care. They won't see the danger and some will never see the danger, they'll accept it as their price to be safe, never realising that it means they can't be free. But for some, safety is preferable to freedom.:

Harry nodded. He had learned many years ago, that you could never assume that what you desired was what others desired. "Freedom," he murmured, his voice thick with longing. Oh he wanted it, and he was going to get it.

One way or another.

If you forgot Lucius was still alive then bad you! :D Though I must admit I had been looking forward to that conversation for a little while hehe.

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