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Bound and Gagged	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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AN: Here’s another chapter, my loves. Hope you can hold out, cause Harry’s first dream and the Dark Lord’s salvation do not start just yet. Sorry.

Unneeded: Sorry to hear about your comp. Hope it all works out for you. I know I was completely lost when mine was stolen, but I’m up and running again. So, yep Cissa is the heart behind her guys’ redemption, and the deal isn’t even exposed as yet. Severus is made of better stuff than you might think. Didn’t Harry tell Albus Severus that he was one of the bravest wizard’s he’d ever met? And I think that Snape needs a bad guy like that if he’s gonna manage his own redemption. I was considering letting Harry redeem some others, too. What do you think?
Chapter Nine: Dreams

            Lucius slept after Harry had calmed him, this dream having to do with his responsibility for the death of his father, Abraxas. Harry knew little of the man, but Lucius had admitted to tampering with the medicine he was given for his Dragon Pox.   Narcissa would later tell him that the medicine was not to keep the old man alive, but to relieve his suffering as he died. But, when Lucius woke from the dream, it was with the remorse of a son who had killed his own father. It didn't matter that he was innocent of that crime, he was guilty of the level of pain Abraxas suffered in the end.
            Harry took the guilt, the anguish and the turmoil from his slave and Lucius drifted back into an innocent sleep, free from any further torment, at least for this night. Harry sighed. He would get no more sleep tonight.
            He walked to the potions lab that Severus had left, counting the remains of his store of dreamless sleep potion, blood replenisher, pain reliever and calming draught. He decided that it was time to brew some more, to keep his reserves up, just in case the ex-professor did not return very soon. Severus had a great deal of work to do if he was going to extinguish the guilt and restore the soul of The Dark Lord Voldemort.
            Riddle Manor was not much to see after decades of abuse and neglect, and Severus sighed when he thought about how it had once been a regal mansion for the Lord of the local village. If only the muggles had been more open-minded and seen what their son and grandson was capable of, they might have been a happy and very prosperous line. But, that was not within his power, nor was the restoration of this house. He could, however, restore the present owner to a more pleasant time and possibly a more likeable personality.
            He walked through the overgrown garden, careful not to crush the bits of Temus Vine that grew here, something he would be needing in the coming months, since the last harvest of this plant was growing sparse. It was the main ingredient in the youthenizing potion that he and Harry would be using on the elder of the three servants in their homes. He would collect these leaves after he had seen to the Dark Lord.
            Tom was still in his throne room, causing Severus to smirk to himself out of the man’s sight. It would not do to antagonize him before he had consumed the potion that was in Snape’s pocket. He stepped through the door as loudly as possible to assure his soon-to-be slave of his presence and not frighten off his “lord” before the fulfillment of the deed.
            “My Lord. I have come, as you requested. Do you think that it wise to continue to use the Dark Mark, while the remainder of your minions are under house arrest or worse?”
            Voldemort stared at him with that same know-it-all expression that so annoyed Snape with the Granger girl. He simply stared back, waiting for the man’s decision. “Perhaps you are correct, Severus. I doubt I will need the mark any longer.”
            As Severus watched, Voldemort raised his arm and held the Elder wand to the mark, chanting silently and moving the tip of the wand along the lines and swirls. They disappeared as he went, erasing the mark and leaving smooth skin in its wake. Severus looked down at his own arm, finding it too was now clear of the hated mark. He looked up to see the Dark Lord smiling at him and it chilled his bones.
            “Would you say that I have done you a favor, Severus?” Voldemort asked.
            “It was not a favor I requested, but it could be seen as one. I have not asked to be relieved of your mark, or removed from your service.”
            “So, you would take it back?”
            “I don’t know. Why, My Lord?”
            “Not your Lord, any more, Severus. I have a favor to ask of you, though.”
            “And that is?”
            “Potter has done something for the Malfoys. I can feel it when I am near Lucius. He isn’t the same, and I want to know how.”
            “You wish me to explain about Potter’s effect on the Malfoys?”
            “No. I want to experience it. You know what he’s done, don’t you? You know how the potions work, what they entail and how to replicate it? I want to be clean, like Lucius is. I want to experience the same cleansing. Can you do it?”
            “I can.”
            “Will you, Severus? Will you grant me the same as one of those below you?”
            “Lucius Malfoy, and his son, would not be considered below me, my Lord.”
            “I am not a Lord! I am not even a pure-blood. I’m a great wizard, the greatest since Grindelwald and Dumbledore, but I am not a Lord!”
            “No, you are not, but you are descended from a high-born family of muggles and the last known descendent of the line of Slytherin himself. That gives you the blood to be called a Lord. I am the child of a low-family, and a drunken muggle worker. I have no status, other than what I carve out for myself. I am the lowest of the wizarding world.”

            “But, you have carved out that status. You are a respected potions master, a highly skilled teacher of potions, dark arts and at one time you could have taught transfigurations. Your skill in potions theory and true-spell form is unmatched. That is why you are more worthy than Lucius Malfoy to be called above him. But, that does not answer my question. Tell me, Severus Snape. Will you cleanse me?”
            “There are conditions that must be met.”
            “Name them.”
            “In order to restore the soul, it must be . . . intact or uncompromised. Yours is not.”
            “You know?”
            “Yes. The horcruxes must be destroyed. I have knowledge of two of them that are already dealt with.”
            “My diary and my ring?” Severus nodded and the Dark Lord sighed. “So, what must I do?”
            “List me the remaining horcruxes and I will dispose of them. The necklace was not where it was left, but we know what has become of it. When they are destroyed, the last of your soul, the part still in you, can be repaired and restored. I have all of the potions that I need, but you will have to give me the same vow that the Malfoys gave to Potter. Think about it, My Lord.”
            “You should call me Tom, since I shall be shedding the name I chose for my rule. I am no longer Lord Voldemort, but simply Thomas Marvolo Riddle. I do not need to think about it, Severus. I will take the vow, and the potions, and here is the list that you need.”
            The Elder wand rose and swept across the air in front of Tom, materializing in letters the same way that his doppleganger from the diary had done for Harry. Severus had seen the memory in the pensieve so he knew it immediately. The letters coalesced onto a sheet of parchment that rolled up and tied itself, then landed in Snape’s hand. He nodded and slid it into his pocket. “I will see to these, and then I will return with the potions”
            “You will need to send this to Belletrix. She was the keeper of one of my hoards. The cup, of Hufflepuff’s. She will release it to you, with my orders.” Another sheet of paper was added to the list and Severus left to report this to Harry. They would deal with his curse scar when the rest had been destroyed. The snake, Nagini, was currently in a stasis bubble that floated behind him as he returned to the edge of the wards and apparated to Spinner’s end.

            Harry had just finished three cauldrons full of Dreamless sleep, two batches of Calming Draught and a vial of Draught of Living Death, just to prove he could make it, when the wards announced to him, just seconds before Kreacher, that Severus had returned. He had cleaned up his area, put away his ingredients and labeled his finished products, when the dark-haired potions master came through the door. “Playing with your chemistry set, Potter?”
            “Just couldn’t sleep. Thought this might relax me, but now that you’re here, I’ll have to quit. You know I can’t brew with you in the house. You make me almost as nervous as Neville.”
            “Longbottom has done much better, now that Slughorn has taken the position of tutor to pure-bloods.”
            “I know you didn’t return to update me on my friends’ progress. What happened?”
            Severus pulled out the scroll and unrolled it for his apprentice. Harry looked down and read each entry, noting the unique scrollwork of the ex-dark wizard. “He doesn’t know.” Severus said.
            “It’s not listed, so you must be right. What does it mean?”
            “It means that we could be wrong. Albus could have been wrong, or Riddle never meant to make you a horcrux. I have the snake, the tiara and you, but we still need the necklace and the goblet. Riddle has given me a note to give to Bellatrix. She has the goblet. Can you acquire the pendant?”
            “Oh, Severus. You have got to stop underestimating me. You did that with me for three years, and you still haven’t stopped.” Harry raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Kreacher arrived and bowed low. “The necklace that Regulus left with you?”
            The elf lifted his head and put his hand into Harry’s palm. When he pulled back, the necklace was there, a steady thrum coming from it. Severus reached out and gently pulled it from the younger wizard. “How do you intend to destroy it?”
            “The sword killed the ring, a basilisk fang killed the diary, and you can destroy the one in the snake and me. I’ll take care of the other three.” Harry had studied many books on the subject and only Snape’s reassurance that the two horcruxes in living beings could be removed without their deaths gave him the ability to keep on researching. Hermione had found the book he needed.
            “Then, I will prepare the potions for you, the snake and Riddle. I will have the goblet delivered here, when I get it. When you have finished with these, send me word. I’m not coming here until you call me again.” And the dark man turned and left the room, not even saying goodbye to his apprentice.
            “Master?” Kreacher said from the floor. “How will you destroy what Kreacher could not?”
            “You used dark magic. It’s a dark artifact with a dark spell. It must have a light spell to counter it. I’ll use one of those.” And he turned back to his table, pulled out another cauldron and began to gather the ingredients that he needed. He was soon brewing with an intensity that Severus had never yet seen. He finished the first of the three potions before dawn, the second by breakfast and was ready to commence the third after he had spent some time with his servants, studying the spells he needed to pass his charms NEWTs.

            Night came, and once the Malfoys were sleeping, Harry took out his newly made potions and lined them up on the kitchen table. He placed the tiara, goblet, that Snape had sent him with Winky, and the locket that Kreacher had given him in front of him, setting shield spells up between them, and between himself and the items. He took the first potion, a swift working slicing syrup, and held it over the locket. He quickly spoke the words he thought would open it, the snake language equivalent to ‘open up, damnit’, and prepared. The locket burst open, releasing a smoking embodiment of evil, the results of a broken soul, to his eyes. He poured the cutting syrup onto the locket, breaking the connection between it and the horcrux soul, then he grabbed his second potion. This was a neutralizing solvent, meant to clean blood stains from murdered ghosts out of carpets and floors where they haunted. When the blood was cleansed, the ghost would likely move on, or find another haunt. Once this was poured on the locket, he had to deal with the bit of soul. He unstoppered his last potion, and held it under the floating apparition.
            The white smoke that came from the vial, a pure essence of life that had a drop of unicorn tears, a phoenix feather and a chunk of fairy wood in it, could be used to purify the soul of a person possessed by a demon spirit, and Harry watched as it cleansed the tiny piece of Tom Riddle that hovered over his table. When it was done, he put an empty beaker in front of it and the cloudy remains floated softly into the container.
            It was a shame that they did not have this ready when Dumbledore destroyed the ring or he killed the diary, but with the bits that they had left, he thought that Snape could do wonders with the broken soul of the ex-Dark Lord.
            By midnight, Harry had a beaker filled with three/sevenths of Voldemort’s soul and he put it into his personal office to await the return of Severus Snape. Then he went to bed, casting a silencing spell around his room to keep from waking his household. Tonight would be his first soul cleansing dream.
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