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Chapter Ten
The two Dark Lords were seated at opposite ends of the large meeting hall. Lord Voldemort sat upon an enormous throne adorned by silver snakes with emerald eyes shining and catching the light, intricate in its astonishing detail and lavish wealth. Harry considered it an ornament reminiscent of Voldemort's terror of darkness - powerful and excessive without any depth or meaning to the cause.
The Boy-Who-Lived had opted for a wooden throne craved with Celtic symbols and magical runes. The elder of the two men had scoffed as his choice stating all the wealth and power of his station required a more extravagant seat. When this was said Harry merely smirked and sat upon his throne eagerly anticipating the up coming meeting. He knew the understated elegance and power emanating from his chair signified a change the light side would deem more terrifying because it represented the systemic annihilation of their ideals under the thumb of their once saviour. He knew what he wanted and was willing to do anything to get it.
Voldemort had seated himself opposite his new partner and summoned his - their minions. With multiple pops of apparation Death Eaters surrounded Lord Voldemort in a semi circle formation. The meeting commenced and sitting behind the backs of the semi circle their new Dark Overlord smirked. They didn't know it yet but they would learn to respect and fear him as much if not more so than Voldemort. Contemplating the oblivious Death Eaters the Raven threw his legs over the arm of his throne as he lounged.
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The hissing from behind the assembled Death Eaters did not deter them, assuming the noise was Nargini talking to their master. When Voldemort responded looking above their heads at the other side of the hall they persisted with their forward gaze.
Voldemort returned his attention to them and gestured to the back of the room, "Harry Potter has joined our cause, welcome him as your new Lord."
As a collective unit they turned and saw the lounging Boy-Who-Lived. In a state of shock the reactions consisted entirely of hanging jaws and frozen positions. No one was moving - stunned into silence and submission.
He smirked, stood up, then stalked towards the startled Death Eaters like a jungle cat after its prey. Harry Potter stopped at the head of the semi circle in front of Tom's throne and his eyes gleamed.
"Hello my pretties, this I believe is no way to greet your new Lord." Their new leader then flicked his wand and suddenly the necks of all those gathered were clearly displayed as they were forced to bend double at he waist. With a certain amount of satisfaction Harry released the spell. "That's better. Now it appears we need to update your dark marks to include myself, after all we cant have the histories forgetting one of its most important figures now can we?" He purred dangerously.
Harry beckoned Bellatrix Lestrange from her position to stand in front of him. Circling the woman he purred into her ear, "That was an awful thing you did to your cousin Trixie. Especially considering his relationship to your new Lord." By this stage Beatrix was shaking in terror. "For your serious lapse in judgement Lord Voldemort has allowed me complete discretion with your life." He paused here allowing the complete implications of his words to sink in.
"Give me your arm Bella." A shaky arm raised to bare the dark mark with a snake slithering through the eye socket of a skull.
Harry pressed the tip of his wand harshly into her flesh covered by it. She let a whimper of pain out before Harry looked into her eyes and said in a cold voice, "Cambire."
Beatrix's scream of anguish resonated through the cavernous meeting room. She finally collapsed on the ground dead. The rest of the circle looked down at the discomfort in their arms. Some of the more intelligent present, such as Lucius and Severus were in awe of the power needed to change everyone's marks through a single focus, and were very glad they had not enticed the ire of this new demonic Harry Potter.
Their mark now featured a raven swooping down across the top of the skull, wings out stretched and beak extremely pointed. Many wondered why a raven but their sense of self preservation warned them against inquiring.
Potter contemplated Beatrix's body with a blank façade until the shuffling feet of the Order's spy started to grate on his nerves.
"Ah my dear minions, do not despair your show is not over, is it Avery?" He questioned the man with a sharp glare.
With confirmation he was indeed discovered Avery attempted to apparate away only to find strong wards in place.
"Apparated nor porkeys will help you traitor. Voldemort and myself set wards so you can only leaved when you are dismissed." Though I believe a nice present of your head on a plater to the Order will suffice."
Without another sound a flash of red light severed Avery's head from his shoulders. It hit the ground at the same instance as his knees with an echoing thud, rolling forwards to stop at Harry's feet, next to Beatrix's body.
There was one more item of business for Harry. Picking up Beatrix's wand he transfigured it into a cage and put it open on the ground.
"Wormtail," Harry sneered. "Its very fitting name for you Pettigrew, but you sacrificed your right to that nickname the minute you betrayed my parents. The Marauders will forever be tainted by your presence in their group. You successfully murdered one, incarcerated another and impoverished the third. Now transform rat I am invoking the life debt you owe me."
The remaining gathered tried to work out when Pettigrew could have possibly created that type of bond and its implications.
Once the rat was secure in the cage Harry had transfigured, the new Lord of Darkness retrieved Pettigrew's wand before apparating to the Ministry Atrium.
The Death Eaters still at he meeting room turned to Lord Voldemort.
"You would be fools to cross my new partner. As you can see he is merciless. I will advise you of one thing. Do not underestimate him because of his age. Snape stay behind the rest of you; Dismissed."
There was bowing and scarping before hundreds of apparation pops of people only too glad to escape and truly think about the Raven. Severus Snape moved to the centre of the room and knelt before his Lord. Thinking of Potter as another of his Lords made him feel almost sick. Instinctively he clenched his arm where the new mark was burned. The Brat was powerful and decisive the perfect person to help lead their side to victory but his name stood out as his school yard nemesis. He would have to make peace with is past before he could accept his new Lord.
Voldemort spoke, "Snape, report back to Dumbledore tonight's events. Though I want you to conceal Potter's identity, say he was cloaked and his voice distorted. Also say Pettigrew never showed for the meeting if the subject arises. Curcio."
Once Snape recovered from the exposure Voldemort's voice became deadly in dispersed with hisses, "If I sssso ever asss mucssssh assss catcssssh hint of another ssspy in out midssst you will not ssssurivve the night."
With that Snape bowed once again and apparated away.
With his robe billowing behind him Lord Voldemort flew up to his chambers to attend a little problem of his own.
The aura that Potter had radiated during that display had caused this Dark Lord to harden. Glad the Death Eater's attention had been focused on the object of his thoughts rather than himself he had resettled his robes to conceal his long soft dick.
He was drawn to the power but as the meeting progressed Tom Marvolo Riddle had noticed for the first time the physical changes to the boy in front of him. The man he corrected himself as he recalled the sexy hulking shoulders and height. The hair had been twisted into a ponytail at the base of his head and Tom could not wait to release it and feed his fingers through the silken locks.
He recalled the flashing of his vibrant green eyes from their meeting yesterday and moaned. Voldemort needed to see that again as he thrust inside the powerful man.
By the time Voldemort had reached his bedchamber he was straining for release. Slamming the door closed he freed his cock and pumped his shaft until he came. Spurting his seed over his still clothed chest the Dark Lord slummed against the back of his door. He had been unable to make it to his bed.
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