I've decided to post up these stories and excerpts. I've been flirting with the idea for a while, and I thought since I've gotten into the mood to finally rewrite COS properly (about 12,000 words done at this point), why not? It was mostly as I was reading one of my many unfinished and 'stuck for plot' files. It's going to be a mix of things. So many mixes I might just keep this as one 'story collection'. I might branch out and dump another category collection if this is decent enough.

Summary for this collection: A splattering of various plotlines and ideas I've had for pure and mixed HP fics. First up is a Dark Trio and oblivious! Voldemort, then who knows what I'll share with you? Maybe it'll be the infamous immortal Weasleys? Or, when Necromancer James Potter taught his beloved Lily how to make a horcrux? You'll only know if you peek. Beware of plot-bunnies and head-canons.

Against Order

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (J. K. Rowling).

Summary: AU. Trio-some (Het & Slash); The Golden Trio were captives of Voldemort, beaten but not shattered-they were going to die and ready for it. They were together that was all that mattered. They had done their best to save the world. Then She came to them, with Her Sisters. From there, everything changed. The Trio would save the world-but who they were saving it for would be entirely different. Super/Dark Trio.

"Talking"

Thinking

Timeline Note: This is set around the end of Book 6 HBP. Depending on how dark I make this; there may be cannibalism (okay it's actually very likely to appear)

Chapter One: Alteration of Things Celestially Planned

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley were in a commonly themed dungeon. Their clothes were caked with grime and dried blood, whilst also rather torn in places. They had been shackled, though that was only to increase the physical strain on their malnourished bodies. Someone had removed their socks and shoes, leaving them barefoot against the cold stones. Not that they had the strength to stand.

Hermione's hair being the longest was a mess, matted with dirt, blood and some better left unmentioned substances. Ron and Harry faired better, having shorter strands, though Harry's bird nest of hair was even worse than usual.

The three had been 'living' in this dank dungeon for a while, at least two months going on Hermione's internal body clock, and they were nearing their third month. They didn't talk much using their vocal chords, instead communicating through their body language and small (too small for anything to pick up or do much) sparks of magic between them. Their captors hadn't been down to see them since the first month, having exhausted their torture-enthusiasm and other matters. Harry got a dream-vision of Voldemort ordering the dungeons to be guarded, but for their prize 'guests' to be left to rot, until the final stages of the war. Then when the time came, for their Dark Victory, the Trio's dungeon cell would be checked for either bodies or broken wizards. The magic in the room would keep them alive-they were not allowed the release of death.

Ron was dozing slightly when Hermione and Harry sent magical exclamations of surprise shooting down his spine, snapping the second youngest Weasley fully awake. Standing in the room was a big black and purple blob. The blob shifted and whirled until a human female with a pale front and dark-skinned back stood before them-in all her naked glory. The trio blinked as one at her. From the darkness another black shape, this time made of smoke like wisps shifted and twirled condensing into the form of a woman with deathly-pale skin stretched tightly over very prominent bones. This woman was also naked; a red blob dropped down off the ceiling like drool and formed another human female-with red skin in iridescent patterns. Ron soon noticed that there were many shapes moving across the ceiling, walls and floor of the cell. They were in the company of more than just these three women. Or beings that chose the form of women.

The two-toned being smiled at them, with that grace only a mother was capable of. Harry seemed to shrink back first-and the skeletal pale woman drifted over to him, choosing to gently cradle the wizard in her bony arms. They all sensed rather than guessed that the pale woman favoured Harry the most out of any other choice. They heard the whispered soothing tones rather than the words. The Trio knew who these beings were upon those whispers-even the ones that had not yet taken form.

The question of what these beings wanted, could easily be answered as the two-toned woman offered her hand forward. Before their capture and subsequent abandonment by both enemy and ally to this dank cell the Trio would have never taken that hand-these beings would have never appeared to them at all. The Trio was too weak to physically move enough-but together they reached across the gap with their magic in a unanimous decision. Upon contact with the entity extending their hand-the human forms fell away and together the wisps, sludge, water, blobs and smoke converged over the Trio; devouring them.

A Death-Eater by the name of Thames Ursa, ranked quite high in the Dark Hordes for his interrogation skills was investigating a noise in one of the cells. Some of the lower-ranked death-eater's were going on rounds to clean up the corridors (House Elves had developed a habit of freeing prisoners in some of the United Kingdom's bases) and check on the less interesting prisoners.

Thames tracked the noise down to one of the storage cupboards in the guard's rooms. "Ah." It looked like someone had left a music box open. The miniature figure of Merlin danced with Morgan le Fay across a mini-glade with Common Unicorns and Black Forest Unicorns in the background. A childhood fairytale, in the children's tales until after a certain age people tended to leave out the separation of the two lovers wanting to preserve that childhood hope that love conquers all. Muggles seemed to think that these two despised one another-what fools!

Elsewhere in the dungeons, a Death-Eater was staring at an open cell door. A door that was supposed to be locked, with the cell occupied by three people-upon closer inspection of the spectacle, one would notice that the dark wizard has plastered his back to the wall opposite the door in an attempt to distance himself from whatever was going on inside the cell. His companion, a witch, is in the room with the prisoner occupants.

The occupants had gathered around the witch, the imprisoned witch had begun to carve up the thigh of the female death-eater with her still-attached shackles. Her fellow prisoners, the tallest had hold of the captor-turned-captive's right arm-he was gnawing away at her wrist with teeth that should not be that sharp.

The slighter male was idly going through the woman's abdomen pulling out her vital organs-at times he would offer various internal body parts he'd removed to his companions. The magic in the room kept the Death-Eater alive and her vocalisations silent to those outside of the room.

Another Death-Eater finished with their tasks came to check on her companions-only to double back and rush to get to the upper floors with the news.

Lord Voldemort will want to know of this development.

Question was-how did the door that only Voldemort himself could open, open?

Hermione, Harry and Ron stood before the Inner Circle of Death-Eaters and Voldemort. Harry was absent-mindedly licking at the blood lingering on his fingertips. Lucius Malfoy was the one to levitate in the prepared muggle at the slight signal from his Lord. This test was to see how readily the Trio would follow directions. Lucius tried to command them to kill the man-unsurprisingly the Trio didn't follow his directions. Bellatrix was the one to give the better instructions, assisted by Narcissa. The Trio had come from the 'Light'; they had no teaching in the art of torture or pain infliction. Bella's baby-talk didn't seem to affect Harry anymore.

With permission from the Dark Lord, the two mistresses of the Black Lineage took the Trio away to another wing of the base. The Trio still didn't speak aloud; Bella diagnosed them with having damaged vocal chords. The two witches healed the three up as best as they were allowed to on their orders from the Dark Lord.

Voldemort wanted them present, particularly Harry, as a show of his power and influence during delegations with the vampire clans of Southern France. The two female Inner Circle members weren't exactly confident about the event, having not completely finished teaching the muggle-raised pair of the trio how to act in company-and politely or subtly inform others that none of them were eligible for courting. They had originally been trying to teach Hermione how to accept courting proposals properly, when Ron had thrown a wrench in the works. Then Harry threw another bigger one in.

The Trio went to Voldemort; the Dark Lord wanted them to sit at his feet like slaves. They decided to sit around him-like his children would do if he were to have them. They ignored all orders-the deciding factor came when Nagini in her native snake tongue, decided for herself to treat the Trio indulgently. Voldemort's adopted brood was born. It took some getting used to.

Still. The Trio were present for the vampire clans' delegation. The clans moved into the meeting hall of the Dark Lord's chateau in Southern France, it was all going to plan, discussions in action when Ron entered the room, Hermione crashing into his back followed by Harry's collision behind her, sending all three tumbling to the floor at the feet of the clan collective's main speaker. Voldemort and his Inner Circle dare not move, though Lucius had to pull his wife back-indirectly reminding the Dark Lord himself not to move either. The vampires as a whole stared down at the three youngsters, before the eldest present-the one acting as the main representative helped the three to their feet.

The second in elected command of the collective clans turned to address the Dark Lord and his most trusted, after regarding the trio for a moment. "You have our allegiance until things beyond the control of the mortal and physical planes desire otherwise."

Voldemort later wondered what the vampires saw in the trio to make them so suddenly change their minds between leaving-to allying. Even in the following weeks of solidifying their alliance, the vampires treated their allies with respect but little reverence-unless Ron, Hermione or Harry was present. The Clan Elders debated with the Dark Lord, but yielded to the trio. It was something that started to make Voldemort realise that the trio had definitely not broken. Or at least not in the manner he thought they had. The subsequent events following the vampire delegations started making the rest of Voldemort's Dark Hordes recognise that the trio was not truly Dark-aligned. But they weren't Light anymore either.

The werewolves' submissive body language; Nagini's indulgence-a trip to the Nacht Forest Base in Germany; where the denizens of the forest paid a great deal of attention to the trio-and Voldemort's own desires to care for them. This wasn't natural-wait. That was it. This behaviour was completely unexpected of the Golden Trio-Voldemort froze in place before tearing out of his room, running passed a rather stunned Snape. His robes nearly tripped him in his haste to reach the apparition point-only barely remembering to double back and grab several of his present Inner Circle.

Hermione, Ron and Harry were leading the attack today. He had to stop them-everything could not go as he'd planned. They'd played him, and he so wanted to torture them but he couldn't. Those feelings and attachments held him back.

Purebloods were traditionally Pagan, Muggleborns could be anything, but generally tended to bring their muggle religions with them. That trio though-whatever they believed in before they were captured had become ineffectual. He arrived on the battlefield too late-Harry looked over at his 'father'. He spoke in a quiet voice, from disuse, but the knowledge of whom, of what was talking to him made fear and terror shoot down Voldemort's spine deep into his being. "Hello, dad; I sense you've unveiled secrets. Would you like me to hide them from you again?"

Voldemort was very tempted by the offer. Ron noticed their conversation, but paid it no mind-as if he'd seen it all before. Voldemort had a feeling the redheaded boy had indeed been through this before, such a thought was terrifying. These three young magic-wielders had been average or above-average before their capture, but now…now they held nothing to hold them back, there was no entity living or dead that could hold a candle to their flame-that would dare to. Those that would be on par with them…would help them in their plans.

But no, he had to protest, to keep his memories so he could try and warn someone-

"Dad what are you doing here? I thought this was our raid to lead?" His adopted daughter Hermione asked confused and slightly worried-she was such a thoughtful girl.

-What had he come here for? Surely he had a reason to leave the chateau? Some of his Inner Circle was with him…ah; he must be here to check up on his delightfully dark little brood of adopted children. This was their first solo mission after all, he must have been worrying himself stupid waiting back at their current base.

"I've come to see your progress." Yes that seemed like the right answer…why did it feel like the context of it was a little off though? Were his little brood planning something behind his back? Hermione's intelligent eyes watched him carefully, worried over something. So they were plotting something behind his back. Voldemort narrowed his slightly luminescent eyes at her. "What are you doing that you didn't want me to discover?"

"It was going to be a surprise." Hermione murmured glancing at where Ron was dealing with a captive. "If you leave now you could still act surprised when we return home with her."

"Her?"

"Oh yes, you'll be able to get quite a bit of information from her with the right persuasion."

"The way the three of you behave makes me curious…you used to be such good little Light Wizards."

Hermione regarded him for another moment before answering. "You can never truly know someone completely. We all played our parts before the opportunity arose to act how we truly wanted to. Under Dumbledore we never had that chance, restricted and made to conform by our elders and peers, but now we're away from that environment we can finally be whatever we chose to be. We've never properly thanked you for that…without you we'd still be trapped under the rules, regulations and expectancies that once dominated us."

There was something suspicious about her wording-she never once mentioned being on his side, but she was caught up in the thrill of battle and he was right in front of her…perhaps she hadn't felt the need to reinforce his confidence in her attachment to him. She was a Riddle now and not a Granger. Yes, everything was fine, he had no reason to doubt their allegiance or motives; they were merely taking care of their beloved adoptive father.

…Their beloved fool.

…And done! Seriously, I can't remember where I was going with this. But according to my computer/laptop, this was created 27-06-2011. So, I haven't a clue what the heck was going on in my head that day.