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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I
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This disclaimer applies to this and all further chapters of Weapon. Characters
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Warnings: Sex, blood, gore, torture... um... Oh yeah... almost forgot, this
is slash, shounen-ai, yaoi,
homosexual, gay or whatever you want to call it. If you don’t like or
tolerate, don’t read.
This is the sequel to ‘Possession’ and starts off almost
directly from where ‘Possession’ ends. It’s not entirely
necessary to read ‘Possession’, but it would probably help
enormously. It is still HP/LV but for the moment, I’m concentrating on
advancing their story. ^_^ Enjoy.
Jade Tatsu

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Weapon (Possession Chapter LII)

Chapter I - Reflections of Light

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Dumbledore sat in his office watching flickering flames. Fawkes was crooning softly and the song was comforting. He
needed it now, needed all the comfort he could get. Outside the night was cold,
cloudless and the light from the stars glittered harshly reminding him that no
matter how well things seemed to be going there was always a chance that
something would go wrong.
He didn't need the reminder. He never needed the reminder.
His blue eyes were tired.
He supposed he should be sitting with Harry but at the moment Poppy was
treating the boy and both Remus and his Godfather
were attending him. Nothing was going to go near Harry for a while.
After Hagrid had brought Harry to the castle,
they'd managed to get him into a private section of the infirmary without
anyone knowing, and he had used his authority to spell bind both the Aurors and Hagrid into silence.
They'd searched the area Harry had appeared in but had found nothing. As Hagrid had claimed, the boy had just appeared, obviously apparating into the Hogwarts wards.
The Aurors had choked on the thought of the amount
of power necessary to do that but he had just nodded, knowing that Harry had
that power and more. Hagrid hadn't even cared, not
about that anyway, he only cared that the young man was safe. Still it had
fallen to Dumbledore to calm the Aurors, reassuring
them that everything was okay and spinning for them the blatant lie that Harry
had only been able to do it because he was very
stressed and had called forth the wild magic unconsciously.
Dumbledore looked upwards, closing his eyes, stroking Fawkes.
So much had changed in the last twenty-four hours and he needed to be alone
to consider everything. He had been planning the battle against Tom for decades
and his plans took everything into consideration. There had been set backs; he
had never expected to lose both Lily and James. There had been changes; he
hadn't anticipated the complete ineptitude of the Ministry but never
that there been a time when he thought he had got everything wrong.
He had never expected Tom's forces to be so strong.
They should have lost last night.
He had never expected to see rebellion within the ranks of Death Eaters.
That was the only reason they hadn't lost last night, the only reason they
had this chance to train, to fight but he had thought Tom would have kept a
closer eye on them, kept his forces loyal only to him or destroyed the
Rebellion long before it impacted upon him.
He had never expected the Vampires to get involved.
They had never before shown interest in the squabbles of Wizards, remaining
aloof and powerful, eternally evil and assured of their own ability. They had
always watched, even when approached, they would only train a select few in the
Dark Arts but never interfered themselves, no matter what happened. It was
understood that if, when wizards controlled their forces well enough,
then the ancient enmity would be renewed.
He had never expected the Aurors to be so
ineffective.
They were trained by the best, they could fight, they were skilful but their
magic was weak and against an opponent who knew all their spells, it was a test
of strength, and they had been found sorely lacking. It could be corrected but
it would take time.
He had never expected Tom to develop feelings for Harry.
The torn robes, broken bones and lingering effects of the cruciatus curse hadn't hidden all the evidence. He was
sure, that if Tom had willed it, there would not have been a mark on the boy
but the Dark Lord wanted them to know. Tom wanted them to know the full extent
of his power that despite everything that was happening he still had time to
mete out more personal torture.
Of course Tom probably didn't think about it like that and by the marks on
Harry he had taken some care.
Crucio had left its mark, so had the more mundane
beatings but while there was semen there was no evidence beyond that of sexual
assault. The Dark Lord had prepared Harry's body properly before he had raped
him or else he'd used a potion. There was no bleeding or tearing. It was a
small mercy, one that did not in anyway make the act forgivable but at least
the physical pain of rape was not something Harry would have to experience
again.
So where did he go from here?
Regroup.
Everyone had to regroup now. Elliot had been pushing the virtues of the
Order and it would be up to him to make sure that when the Ministry came
looking they were ready. They would need more than strength to fight and if the
Ministry found them lacking...
Dumbledore suppressed a shiver. If the Ministry found weakness within the
Order, Tom would find it faster and be far more ruthless. They would have to
hold a full meeting soon, so that he could outline the future.
Tom... He too would be regrouping after Lucius'
Rebellion. No doubt he would purge the Death Eaters and a new wave of
recruitment would start, together with a new wave of terror. But that would
give the Order the time he needed.
Blue eyes opened, looking back into the flames. As soon as Harry was
recovered enough to walk on his own he would be inducted into the Order, the
dangers of him knowing too much were now far outstripped by the dangers of not
being able to protect him. He could only give thanks to the powers that be, that they had seen fit to return Harry to him again.
Training.
Harry.
Harry needed it. If he was still calling upon the wild magic, he needed it
more than ever, or was his apparation into the
Hogwarts wards indicative of the ancient power he had inherited. Dumbledore
shook his head, looking back into the flames as Fawkes
trilled, butting his fire plumage into the ancient hand. Either way, Harry
needed to be trained. Only he could become the weapon and from what the boy had
said to him, beaten and battered, half conscious and in so much pain that the
old wizard had been surprised he could even speak, the boy was willing to
become that weapon, would sacrifice himself to see the Dark Lord fall. At least
he hadn't been seduced by Tom's charisma.
"You will not die, Harry," Dumbledore murmured. "Your power
will not allow it, not unless you are taking him with you, but you will have to
sacrifice everything else. I'm sorry, more sorry than
you will ever know, but this is the only way."
Fawkes blinked ruby eyes but nodded, as he trilled
his question.
Dumbledore looked down at the phoenix. "Yes, it is unfair for us to
place our expectations on him, to expect all our mistakes to be rectified by
the following generation but there is no choice. I do not expect him to forgive
me Fawkes, I do not expect him to like me and I will
not be surprised if as soon as Voldemort is vanquished he turns his wand on me
but Harry is the only one who can do this and I will accept whatever punishment
he inflicts for doing this to him."
The bird nodded again, crooning sadly.
"I know Fawkes, I know," he whispered
before becoming lost in his thoughts again.
Harry needed training and he would provide that training but by the time he
was done, the boy would hate him and would most probably be scorned by the rest
of wizarding society simply because he would be
unstoppable, and so powerful. Wizards were not known, after all for their
acceptance of those far more powerful than themselves, not unless they were
convinced there was no threat, or unless they knew they could control it. But
Harry would be an uncontrollable threat and that would be unacceptable. If they
were stupid they would try to kill him, and that would be a huge mistake. If
they actually learned something during the battles that were to come, they
would try to recruit him and that was the best outcome he could hope for.
There would only be a select few who would accept him without seeing the
power.
Albus shook his head, no matter what happened, he would do his best to
enlarge that select few as much as possible. It would be the least he could do
and it could be the only way of stopping Harry from becoming the next
Voldemort.
He deliberately turned his thoughts away from the young Gryffindor, upon
which so much depended. He could make plans but he would need to speak with
Harry before anything solid could be determined. He would not make the same
mistake as he had made with Tom, even if he still didn't fully understand what
had driven the promising young man into the Dark Arts. No matter what Tom said,
he had done everything he could.
The Aurors.
For centuries they had been the Wizarding World's
first line of defence. They had also been the last line of defence for Dark
Lord had ever managed to drive them so far back. But
Voldemort was not just a Dark Lord, and his forces had proven themselves to be
well trained, and well organised, almost ridiculously so. And in proving
it, they shown how badly defended the Ministry was. Gindlewald's
forces had never even gotten close but it appeared Tom had learnt from the
mistakes of the past.
The Aurors would need to be trained. Their skills
were not lacking. They knew the spells, they knew how to fight but they could
not translate their skills into strength. They were unsure of themselves and
after recent events, they were not likely to be
gaining any moral soon. He would have to work on that as they could not be
allowed to continue as they were. They needed to fight the Death Eaters and
win. That was the only way to give them the confidence boost but until then
perhaps combined training with the Order would help.
Yes, that was the only thing he could give them. The Ministry would have to
work out their own plans and the Department of Mysteries Unspeakables
would probably initiate their own training plans.
The Students.
They would need training as well. As much as it would cause problems with
the Ministry Remus needed to return. He was the only
teacher capable of progressing all the year levels through
at least basic practical self defence against the Dark Arts, and everyone would
need that as quickly as possible. Although... If he sold it right... He could
always make the pitch to the Ministry that showing a willingness to employ and
support Werewolves would serve to help them resist the inevitable advances from
the Dark Lord.
And right now, they needed to deprive Tom of every ally they could. It
couldn't be like 15 years ago. They could not afford that arrogance.
Allies.
There were precious few they could call upon now.
They were using just about every resource in the Isles and while they could
call upon Europe, they could only expect a
limited response. The European Ministries just weren't capable of fighting well, they had never been as developed as the Isles. Oh,
they were competent enough in upholding the decrees of the International
Confederation of Wizards, and with dealing with their own ghouls and horrors,
but when it came to large scale warfare within their ranks, they had only a limited
conception about how to fight. They looked to the Isles for guidance.
Western Europe would help as best they
could. Eastern Europe was the vanguard in the
battle against the Vampires and was too intimately involved with that to fight,
even if they wanted to.
Asia was almost a complete unknown. Well, a
complete provincial unknown. They had never shown the slightest interest in the
politics of their brethren but equally they had never displayed any internal
disputes. No matter what was happening they presented the same neutral,
exquisitely polite face to the rest of the world and Dumbledore had a suspicion
that they would continue to do so for the foreseeable future, no matter who won
this conflict. Their motto was unashamedly, ignore us and we will ignore you.
There would be no help coming from there, but neither could the Dark Lord
expect their support.
He sighed.
Africa was worse. Magic there was almost as
splintered as the Muggle Nations. They were capable
of some highly skilful and devastating charms but were so tied up with internal
tribal conflicts that they barely heeded the rest of the world. Even Egypt, with its
ancient magical culture was so tied up in preserving the past that they could
barely see the future. The southern wizards were worse. Again, no help would be
forthcoming.
Which left the Americas
and Oceania...
North America had a powerful wizarding presence
and they would sense the need to help out their European counterparts for if Europe was to fall to the Dark Lord they would find themselves
next on his target list. The Order had some members there but recruitment was
hindered by the presence of their own equivalent Order. Still, he could expect
some help. If nothing else they could advise on the best methods of concealment
from Muggles since they, of all wizarding
societies took great pride in their ability to hide and that applied to both
the native and immigrant wizards.
Central and South America were much like Africa.
They weren't quite as bad but they were more concerned with showing that they
were better than their northern counterparts. Perhaps that was a way of
recruiting them though... Dumbledore frowned. Yes, perhaps that could be used
to his advantage although with the promises Tom was likely to make, he couldn't
rule out some of them throwing their lot in with the Dark Lord.
Oceania was splintered like Africa but at
least the factions worked together when it was in their interest. The
population was sparse but they would help. They, like the Americas
remembered their roots. Well, they did when it suited them.
As a last resort though, they could use both places as a refugee point,
shipping out those who were too young or too old to fight.
NO! It was not going to come to that, Dumbledore thought firmly.
It was not going to come to that.
He would not let it.
He ran his aged hand over Fawkes again, drawing
strength from the bird. His plumage was as beautiful as ever and right now the
phoenix was in his prime. Strong, powerful, with a song that would give courage
to anyone.
"I'll need your power as well," the ancient wizard said softly.
Fawkes responded, thrilling sympathetically and
spreading his wings in a traditional display. The mottled fire patterns seemed
to move in the uncertain light, making the bird even more beautiful.
"We'll need the Unicorns as well, if they can be persuaded, and the
Centaurs. Everyone and everything that can fight against the darkness must join
together or I fear all will be lost."
Another quiet croon conveyed the question.
"Yes," Dumbledore couldn't help but smile slightly. "Even Hagrid's pets if they will help, then we will fight with
them."
The bird looked up at him, slightly reproachful that he had not said the
most important thing before he flew to his pitch, singing kindly once more.
"You are right. Harry is the Key. Without him, we cannot fight, and
without him there is no hope for victory. We will fight Voldemort, but Harry will
be the one who wins. He is the only one who can."
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