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Dear Harry,
During your last letter I became aware of the fact that you see me as a sort of authority figure despite the fact that I am courting you. You do not need to refer to me so respectfully. Using my name won't hurt either of us. Also, using someone's name doesn't bring you any more emotionally closer to them. A name is a name. It's the actions of that person and yourself that bring you together.
I suggest you look up Moste Potente Potions, Nimbly, Potions Through the Ages, Arithmancy Bests Divination, Divination: A Joke or a Blessing?, Morgoth's Magick, Magick Moste Evile, and Ages of Arithmancy and Algorithms. No other books share these names as they are at the top of their sections. You may find the first three in the Hogwarts library if you can manage to acquire a pass for the Restricted section. If you cannot, perhaps one of your estates will have a library you may use.
Most of the others can be owl ordered.
If you do manage to to gain access to the library, you can use the spell 'Replicare Gemino' to copy the information from one book to another. It isn't taught in Hogwarts' curriculum, and no protections were on these books when I got my hands on them. Also, the spell itself is considered Dark in nature so of course Dumbledore wouldn't allow it to be taught in the school.
I expect to hear great things of you when the O.W.L.s come along. My advice to you would be to brush up on your wandless magic. I attained some of the highest scores in Britain's history simply by performing some spells wandlessly. Non-verbal casting will also get you far because that isn't taught until sixth year Defense class.
You may wish to know that on the Astronomy exam for your O.W.L. there are four trick questions. Tell your friends if you'd like. I feel honor bound not to specify which questions they are, but I will state that they are on the last two pages.
I fervently hope that your holidays will be enjoyable. I'm not one for celebrating Yule or Christmas. I was never the type to 'have fun'. I wouldn't know what to do if I did decide to celebrate a holiday of some sort.
Expect my gift some time within the week of Christmas.
As always,
Therese M. Rizze.
Harry had written down the list of the books Therese had given. While not inherently interested in beginning a romantic relationship with the man - because how could he ever measure up to Lord Voldemort? - Harry did feel a sort of affection. Admiration. Almost like a friend or a brother. It reminded him of how he felt when Fred and Geroge paid attention to him.
Like he was wanted.
It was a nice feeling, because he'd grown up his entire life being unwanted and then when he was thrust into the Magical World, he was wanted for all the wrong reasons. He had money and people walked when money talked. He had fame, and if they didn't want to be kissing his arse, they were defaming him. He had status, they wanted to either bear his children of have him bear there's in hopes of taking over his Lordships or at least getting partial control of his estates.
It was all greed with these people. He was unimpressed.
His watch jingled lightly and Harry sighed, putting the letter away and taking up his list of books. He had to take his potions.
Lord Voldemort filed through his paperwork at double the speed he usually went because he just wanted to go and laze about for the rest of the evening. But even Dark Lords had work to do. It wasn't all torture and screaming to be dealt. Although paperwork was a form of torture.
His wards tingled just the slightest, alerting him to Severus' presence. The man looked up only briefly when the younger man had entered the room.
"Yes, Severus?"
The man bowed from the waist and took the only seat available besides the Dark Lord's chair. "My Lord, Potter and his friend Granger came to my office today asking for permission to enter the Restricted Section."
A thrum of pleasure ran down the snake man's spine because his little lord was taking his words to heart. It showed a certain level of trust that Harry was placing in his words.
"And what action did you take?"
"I gave them permission when I learned it was for their O.W.L.s. However I feel that they may be up to something else but I am not certain what it is as of yet."
Voldemort chuckled - yes, he could find humor in ordinary things - not at all surprised at his dear follower's capability to spot mischief.
"So long as no one dies, I see nothing immediately worrying." Although he didn't really see death to others as anything to worry about either.
Severus did give a nod.
Voldemort noticed his pinched face and waited a moment before ordering, "Speak your mind Severus, nothing shall befall you when you do."
"I and my Slytherins plus a few students from other Houses noticed that your owl landed beside Potter this morning at breakfast."
Ah, yes. He'd been waiting for this line of questioning for quite some time.
"Dear Severus, my plans for Harry Potter are involved. Just know that I mean the boy no harm and therefore none of you should. And should I find out that the Slytherins are instigating anything further, I will act. Your godson being the first to learn the lesson, as he is reason for and is at the forefront of every confrontation that occurs between he and Potter."
He noticed the man gulp and nearly smiled, but refrained. He was trying to be serious.
"As you say, My Lord."
"Good," the man nodded, returning to his work and effectively dismissing the Death Eater.
He had to get back to his room soon, where he had to finish Harry's gift. Magic was a blessing yes, but it was also time consuming when building from scratch.
Dear Lovely Lord with Luscious Lips,
I've been doing a lot of studying recently because we have our O.W.L.s coming up and I refuse to do badly on my end of the year exams like every other years. This year will be different.
My potential suitor has been helping me a lot and I must say that while he is a mite interesting and nice, I feel bad that he is so intent on gaining my favor when you have it all to yourself.
Also… I wonder just when you will agree to marry me. There is currently no other choice available to you - I would know, I checked. And I am a kind and generous soul and I don't want you using glamors because your body as it is is simply perfection.
I am attracted to paleness of your skin and the small smattering of scales covering your body.
You might not know this but there is a small community of muggles who enjoy… particular things. The muggles have good imaginations, you have to admit. Ever since walking on the moon, the muggles have developed such intricate fictional works revolving around outer space. While I appreciate those very much as it can take years to create a fictional world with such detail, what I really enjoy are the… deviants… that these 'worlds' have created.
Because once you develop a fictional creature that hails from another planet or was perhaps born on a star or something as equally confusing, you then have creative license.
So when you have an alien(A.K.A. Extra Terrestrial) with an exoskeleton(external covering of the body) as black as pitch, long, spindly tails with sharp spikes jutting out at the tip, a bulbous head accompanied by enormous fangs, sharp claws, and acidic blood, that walks on it's hind legs and roars like a lion, people will… let their imaginations wonder.
I think I may be like these people. Because when models of these fictional creatures are created, some people are curious. What would mating/sexual habits be like for them? Which then spurs on more questions. Some people really enjoy the thought of having sex with the creature that I just described. Unabashedly aroused at the very thought of it.
While I have no interest in aliens, I do realize that my interest in you is nearly the same as the muggle's in reference to alien creatures and being dominated by them.
So if you were to find my interest in you completely confusing, darling I will inform you now that there are people out there who dream about being impregnated by an octopus. My interest in you isn't as strange as you may believe.
Who wouldn't want your delicious self as all their own? An idiot, that's who.
With raging thoughts and an insistent erection, I bid thee adieu.
H. Jarvis Privet.
The Dark Lord sat back in his chair and simply stared at the piece of parchment in his hands. It had been years since he'd been made to blush and the fact that this boy was so daring and insistant with his words made the older wizard flush.
And the information about muggles! Perhaps he'd been out of touch for far too long.
The moon? Really?
And the octopus. Really?
That was like thinking of the giant squid in the Black Lake in a sexual manner and that was just… no.
Well…
No.
A few things did stick with him though. Mr. Privet really enjoyed Lord Voldemort's appearance. Now if only Harry could be made to feel the same way, then Voldemort's life would be complete. And finally, he knew about muggles. How?
With the Christmas hols coming next week, students were becoming more and more spacey. A break from homework was a nice thought and barely anyone was paying attention in class.
Harry found himself wandering a lot. Mostly in search of a place where it was quiet, but wasn't the library.
He found himself on the outskirts of the Dark Forest, where he met a young lady with blonde hair that put Malfoy to shame. It hung in waves down her back. She never turned to see who was coming up behind her. She simply stated, "Hello, Harry Potter."
He paused in his stride because he had no idea how she had managed to know who was coming when she couldn't see him.
Carefully, he joined her, eyeing the skeletal, horse like creatures as they played.
"What are they?"
"Thestrals," she crooned, voice light and airy. "They can only be seen by people who've seen dead and comprehended it."
From the bag at her side, she pulled out an apple and shook it three times, catching the attention of a nearby foal. When she tossed it over, the creature backed away and shook its head a few times.
The girl smiled and retrieved another apple from her pocket, handing it to Harry as if it was an offering of some sort. She even bowed her head.
Once the apple was safely in his hand, she reached into her bag again and pulled out a large, bloodied piece of meat. She kept meat in her handbag. Okay then.
"What do I do with this?" he asked, gesturing to the fruit.
"It is common to gift Aes Sidhe with fruits, baked goods, or even milk to keeping them happy. You like apples. Especially Gala apples."
He blinked, because how did she know that he liked apples? How did she know that he was part Aes Sidhe? And why did she have to gift him with anything?
"It's a tradition," she simply said.
Something cold brushed Harry's hand and he looked down, finding a small Thestral nudging him. It trilled a few times as if seeking more attention.
Cautiously, he rubbed the nose with a single finger, until he felt comfortable to pet it. Not much different than with Buckbeak actually. It was kind of cute too.
"What's your name?" he asked the girl, once he was sure he'd given the foal proper affection.
"Luna Lovegood."
"Pup!"
Harry threw his arms around his godfather, beaming all the while. "Sirius!"
The man lead the teen up to his new room, checking behind them to make sure that no one else was following.
Harry placed his trunk on the large bed and stared at it for a few seconds. Slowly, ever so slowly as if testing his patience, the locks clicked open and the lid lifted, flipping into the bed.
"You did it wandlessly and non-verbally!" Sirius gasped, mouth hanging just a tad. "I couldn't do that until Auror Training!"
Harry flushed and shrugged, "I've been practicing my magic. Therese suggested that I do it to get extra points on my O.W.L.s."
Sirius huffed, "It would have been great to know that when I took the exams! I could have totally done better than I did!"
Harry made a small noise of interest as he began shoving his clothes into the black armoire provided. His broom went in the far right corner, and his cloak was hung over the hook on the back of the bedroom door.
"The toilet is through there. Each room on this floor has an ensuite bathroom as it's the 'family floor' and family is more deserving," explained Sirius as if he was used to hearing it by rote, sneer in place.
Harry stifled the feeling of pity for his godfather. Sirius hated this place and all the horrible memories he had of it, but he still stayed. Harry wanted to ask, but he didn't want to be offensive.
It was still his family home and had centuries of knowledge and traditions steeped in the floorboards and the worn walls. Sirius was proud of his lineage, just not of the recent Blacks and their poor decision making skills.
"How has the Operation been going?"
Harry threw himself on the bed with a groan.
Sirius gave a considering look and a wince, "That bad?"
Harry pouted, "He hasn't really responded to my letters much. He hasn't told me to back off, just that he's courting someone and that I'm wasting my time. Instead, I have the man named Therese Rizze courting me and he seems really invested in my health and schooling and he's nice."
The Black Lord quirked a brow. "But you still like bald, hairless, and noseless, don't you?"
"Yeeeeees!" whined the teen.
"What do you know about him?"
"He's a Dark Wizard, Halfblood, has friends in high places in the Ministry, and he's really smart. I mean like really smart. Best O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. scores in Hogwarts history."
An impressed whistle came from the Marauder. "Having the help of someone like that would do you good."
"He gave me a list of books to study," Harry murmured, reaching over to fish the parchment from his trunk.
Sirius looked it over, eyes seeming to go wider and wider the further down he got. "He really isn't holding back. The last three books are forbidden in Magical Britain. They're also in the Black Library."
"Huh?" Harry had never heard of that before.
"Black is a Most Ancient and Noble House, remember? We have a library of our own. I mentioned nothing of it while cleaning out the house because I didn't want anyone to get their hands on the things in there. If they knew it existed, Molly would surely demand to see inside it and as the only Dark Wizard among this lot - yes, I am a Dark Wizard and you're more Grey - I would have to watch them all carefully.
And Hermione being the book hound she is, imagine if she got her hands on one of the books that is so saturated in magic and bigotry, it can recognize Muggleborns?" the man shivered. "It wouldn't be pleasant. As a Black as well as Head of the family, I can control the Black Magick to an extent to keep others safe but some of those books were trained to attack those of 'dirty blood' and are unstoppable unless you want to burn them and even then you'd need Fiendfyre."
Harry nodded, finding it all incredibly interesting as well as ridiculous. Pureblood supremacists were so bloody touchy.
"We'll deal with these later on. It's time for some rest and relaxation. Don't want to blow the holiday with boring stuff."
"I do have homework."
"I know," lamented the man. "It's an evil thing they do."
Hermione had gone to France with her parents, leaving the Weasleys to stay with Harry and Sirius with the occasional visit from Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, who were giving each other eyes every time they were even in the same room together.
Harry was about ready to just tell them to get a room, but he could wait. Perhaps it was a crush, maybe something more. He knew that Remus was a meek individual that clashed a bit with Tonks' outgoing personality, but they could be good for each other if their tried.
Maybe they were scared to say anything. Especially since Tonks' was about thirteen years younger than Remus was.
Adults were strange, Harry decided.
Fred and George had brought Harry into the room that were accommodating - which they had refused to allow anyone else to enter - to show him what they were working on. They were still going to open up a joke shop but they wanted merchandise that everyone would want, not just boys.
They needed joke items, revenge items, and sometimes just something silly to get a laugh or two out of someone. They had thought about just separating their creations and coloring some things pink to attract the ladies but Harry had them nix the idea because it was annoying even to him that pink could only be a girl color.
"Just make whatever. Girls can be just as prank happy as boys."
They then revealed their Wonder Witch line, which was just an assortment of beautifying potions, accessories, and makeup. Harry's only issue was the Love Potions and there were already five different kinds just with different names.
Fred smirked, "We don't like Love Potions either."
"So we've basically created a potion that gives the drinker the courage to ask their crush or love either out on a date, or for their hand in marriage or something important," George finished. "It enhances their feelings and helps clear their conscience of any doubts or fears they have regarding whatever the situation is. It's a 'love potion' because it is meant for lovers or lovers-to-be. There is also the warning on the bottles that pretty much says that using it on someone else will not guarantee that they will come to you, as you may not be the one they love. We hope it goes well."
Harry was impressed.
Voldemort smirked at the letter he'd received from Harry. The boy had taken his words to heart and had already found all the books he'd referred.
Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to reach out for the boy's subconscious. They were connected somehow. He'd assume it was blood that they now shared but even then, parents and their blood adopted kin did not even have reactions like the ones between the two wizards.
Something else had to be at play, but Voldemort was too busy traipsing through the boy's dream to care at present.
He found himself in the Chamber of Secrets? What would Harry Potter know about the Chamber? Why would the boy even know what it looked like on the inside? Had he somehow plucked the memory from Voldemort's mind perhaps?
Still, the boy was in the main chamber and he was leaning against the Basilisk, only the great serpent was dead and missing a fang.
Voldemort's footsteps were quiet as he approached, finding an interesting and potentially dangerous sight awaiting him.
Harry Potter sat on the cold, bloodied floor of the chamber, with a small, black book at his feet, one large hole through the center, marring the perfect of the leather.
Voldemort recognized the book and felt his heartbeat jump and a trickle of coldness seep into his stomach.
The boy looked up and frowned, "Why are you here?" He blinked, "You should even lo-"
Voldemort tore himself from the dream because the diary couldn't be ignored. Potter should not know the location or interior design of the Chamber of Secrets, but he did. And the diary should not be there, but it was. He couldn't ignore that.
Hissing out a string of demands, he summoned Lucius to his manor and hoped that the man's answers were what the Dark Lord wanted to hear.
Or else.
A/N: Another is done!
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