Gaahhhhh christmas...so stressful...Ah and just a note, Harry is actually suffering from a sort of dissociation in this chapter, it isn't faked but no one has told him that he suffers from it, he has no idea that he's losing time. I know, hard to understand considering how intelligent he is, however even his mind has some things that it doesn't want to see. Have fun reading!

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Sorry about the delayed post I've been busy with the holidays coming up enjoy!

Mistress SLytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

ADULT THEMES

AU

BLOOD/BLOOD PLAY(NOT REALLY THOUGH JUST VAMPIRES...)

SEXUAL ABUSE

(let me know if I missed any?)

Mistress Slytherin

Chapter 11

Harry worked carefully his hands skilled and able as he turned the small golden spirals and shifted the gears. Nimbly he held two tools stable before carefully slipping the crystal tube into place and removing one tool allowing the piston to slip into the tube. Easily he removed the other tool and pressed his wand to the small gears watching for a moment as they worked the way they were supposed to before smiling in satisfaction and closing the back watching as the wings thrummed to a start.

"You look odd." The dark lord said from where he was sitting. Harry glanced up wincing as his eyes tried to adjust to the abrupt change in magnification.

"Anyone would look odd using these." Harry said pushing the magnified glasses off of his face before fiddling with the butterfly.

"Yes I suppose they would." The dark lord said amused.

"Three days." Harry said mildly.

"Pardon?" The dark lord said looking up from his paperwork.

"It took you three days to say that I looked odd when really you thought it the moment you walked in and I was using them. That's polite for you." Harry said smirking.

"Yes, well I'll tell you right now that it is odd that you keep track of these things, you're like a stalker." The dark lord said with a sniff. Harry smirked slightly.

"I can't help it, I started keeping track of the little things in case the people around me aren't who they say they are- rather useful considering how often that actually happens." Harry said as the butterfly landed on his hand. Carefully he sealed around the edges leaving no trace of there being an inside.

"You have a point." The dark lord said with a nod. Harry smiled as the butterfly responded to his will and floated across the room landing on the dark lord's hand shifting around slightly.

"Do you think he'll notice that it's more than a charmed toy?" Harry said tilting his head to the side. The dark lord lifted the delicate golden butterfly and prodded it with his wand for several moments his gaze critical and demanding as though he could force it to show its' true self just by staring at it really hard. Eventually the dark lord pulled away from it with a smirk.

"Even if I sat here and worked on it for several hours I don't think I could find that it was anything more than a clever toy." The dark lord said holding the butterfly out on his hand. The butterfly's wings twitched briefly and its legs moved realistically before she launched up and flew towards Harry settling on the lapel of his suit. Harry carefully began putting his tools away.

"It's nearly ten minutes past time." Harry said evenly. The dark lord scowled slightly. "I'm sure Percy's going spare." Harry added before glancing up.

Voldemort didn't like this, not one bit, the thought of his heir being in their hands, being handled by traitors and mudbloods- it didn't sit well with him. The thought of Harry being any where near Albus Dumbledore made him nearly homicidal. But his strategic mind told him what Harry and Severus had already assured, this was the best course of action. Still the thought of not having Harry in the corner of his office tinkering away at some mysterious something was maddening. The boy was a part of his life and he felt it physically when Harry was away for too long.

Harry set a box onto his table with an apologetic frown.

"This is my orb, the butterfly could be taken by any number of people but I've charmed it to stay close to me, I have a phrase that I will use if I feel that there is an immediate need to abort the mission, if I say 'I love you Severus'-" The orb lit up bright red inside the box and vibrated violently. "'Draco'" The orb settled.

"I see." The dark lord said softly before standing. "Come we are late." He said snatching his coat from the rack. Harry smiled slightly and walked towards the lift with him. Voldemort had his key to the lift and the dagger he'd gifted Harry, as well as a dozen other items that Harry carried on a daily basis to keep him safe. Harry was carrying only a few well hidden blades under his robes and the wand in his holster which was an extra he'd gotten occasions like this. They were silent as they stepped into the lift and slipped down through the ministry. It was hard for Harry to believe that he wouldn't be here for possibly a very long while. He swallowed against the slight nervousness as the lift chimed again and they stepped out into the atrium and then to the floo.

Nothing was said until they were climbing the steps to the platform and the dark lord was greeting the guests. He gave Harry a short speech of congratulations for graduating early, talked of a future he could see and then Harry was blessedly free to walk away from the stage. He hated speeches and the like; it was one thing that he couldn't stand about being in his position- well, that and the frequent attacks. Harry greeted the guests here and there smiling appropriately, joking and laughing, eventually the music started up and he politely danced with a lady who in his opinion was wearing far too much perfume.

"Excuse me madam." Harry gasped at the familiar drawl and nearly jerked back when Severus cut in his eyes glittering. Harry stiffened.

"When Draco was four he boiled a hole through your shoe and you called him a name what was that name?" Harry said stiffly. Severus' face shifted into a grimace.

"I called him a 'vicious little sprite' that I was going to cut into potions ingredients one day." Severus said dryly. Harry smiled a falsely innocent smile and leaned closer.

"I had to be sure." He said softly. Severus tensed briefly before relaxing and playing his part.

"I know, I heard and for what it is worth I'm sorry." Severus said softly. Harry nodded.

"Did you get my message?" Harry said softly.

"I did." Severus said placing something into the palm of his hand.

"What was it you wanted to say then?" Harry said curiously. Severus hooked a finger under Harry's chin.

"NO!" The dark lord roared appropriately.

"Kiss me." Severus said softly. Harry felt the world spin away from him as they lurched around for a moment before landing hard on the ground. "Armatures!" Severus sneered as he stumbled back. "Kill us with faulty portkeys I swear-"

"No time for insults Snape." Came a gruff reply. Harry let out a cry as he was suddenly wrenched away from Severus and hands began to pat at him touching him- There was a brief moment of panic and suddenly Harry had the other person on the ground as he all but flew into Severus.

"You idiot!" Severus snarled.

"Alistair I'm sure that that was unnecessary." A voice chided. Harry swallowed.

"Sorry I-I really don't like being touched." Harry said surprised to realize that the tremble in his voice was real.

"Harry." Severus said concern in his voice. Harry glanced up at the man and caught dark eyes. A part of him was still terrified, a part of him could remember the way Sirius had treated him. "I'm not him Harry." The man said as though understanding his thoughts. Harry nodded slowly before turning to the others his expression grim.

"What do you need me to do?" Harry said softly.

"Strip." The gruff man from earlier said starkly. Harry stumbled back in mild horror.

"Alistair!" The elderly man scolded. Hesitantly Harry glanced around him and noticed the wooden table. He reached into his pockets and began emptying them his eyes straying for a moment as he took in the kitchen. It looked…familiar. He pulled out his potions carefully and his books and then with a glance at Severus his knives and poisons until the table was covered with various items. Then he took off his suit jacket and the little golden butterfly flitted through the air causing some people to gasp.

"Julie!" Harry hissed holding out his hand. The butterfly fluttered over to him and landed in the palm of his hand.

"Julie?" The older man who he now recognized as Dumbledore noted with some amusement. Harry flushed slightly.

"He- the dark lord wouldn't let me have a real pet he said I didn't need unnecessary emotional attachments so I made her. She's just metal and charms but I've been working on her long enough that she's sort of developed a personality." Harry said evenly. The butterfly fluttered away from him again and around the room before landing on Severus' shoulder.

"Oh my, I dare say she likes you Severus." The headmaster said amused. Harry shifted slightly.

"Do you need me to take off my shirt and trousers too?" He said softly.

"Shoes too, put em' in the bag boy." The gruff man said holding out a bag. Harry frowned and slipped his shoes off dropping them into the bag. He ignored the stares and quickly began unbuttoning his shirt hesitating when he reached the last one.

"Harry?" Severus said tightly. Harry shook his head and slipped his shirt off causing the man to gasp. Severus grasped him by the shoulders. "Show them Harry." Severus said through clenched teeth. From where he was standing Severus was the only one who could see his back, his front wasn't half as bad though there were several crisscrossing scars and a few runes here or there. Harry glanced up at the man before slowly turning hearing several sharp intakes of breath.

"I was going to heal them." Harry said to Severus. "But every time I thought about it-" he shook his head slowly. "I couldn't." He said honestly. He knew what they would see, the scars were deep and raised in his back, a road map of his past life living with Bella a reminder of how much he'd hated her and why. Severus pulled off his thick cloak and draped it across his shoulders when he began to shiver. Harry leaned into it. "Thank you." He said before reaching down and tugging off his trousers dropping them into the bag.

"Underwear too Potter." The gruff man snapped. Harry flushed faintly and tugged them off dropping them into the bag. "I'll be needing that fancy tiara too princess." The man sneered. Harry blinked at him and lifted his hand to the circlet.

"It doesn't come off." Harry said softly. "Only he can take it off." Harry said.

"That is quite enough dear boy; Molly if we can get Mister Potter some clothes?" Dumbledore said lightly. Harry watched a red haired woman dart off somewhere muttering something under her breath that Harry couldn't hear.

"Irons on boy." The gruff man said. Harry turned and flinched away from the iron bands real fear washing over him as he scooted back.

"Please I'll be good don't-" Harry flinched as a memory resurfaced that he wasn't quick enough to burry. Sirius looming over him- his arms bound- he couldn't move, couldn't get away!

"Harry!" Harry realized belatedly that he'd snatched up one of the knives from the table. With a gasp he dropped it letting it clatter to the floor.

"How many times have you been bound Harry? How many times did they tie you down to hurt you?" Dumbledore said his voice faint in the silent kitchen. Harry looked away. "Harry came here willingly, he is tired of being tied up and hurt, we will not be like them." Dumbledore said decidedly.

"Oh, here Harry these should fit you well enough!" The woman from earlier said holding out a pile of clothes.

"Thank you." Harry said before quickly pulling them on. They were surprisingly a little but big even on him and Harry tugged slightly at the sleeves, but they were soft and smelled clean so Harry didn't really worry about the size. He was shocked and startled when the woman who had handed him the clothes burst into tears. He glanced up at Severus who looked mildly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Harry you did nothing wrong, Molly is having a hard time right now." Dumbledore said kindly. The woman burst into tears again and fled from the room.

"I've done bad already, look Severus you said I wouldn't have to make people cry any more- I don't know how to do this, how to be good!" Harry said stiffly as he turned to Severus who was twitching slightly.

"You didn't I assure you Harry." The man said hesitantly setting a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry gazed at the man for a moment longer. It was hard to remain in character when the bastard was fighting back a grin.

"Why is she crying then? I had to have done something!" Harry said frowning.

"Albus these two are a weakness we can't have them roaming around the house, besides, when did the dark prince ever care about any of his victims not wanting to be chained up! I think yer' all forgetting who this is that we've captured!" The gruff man was.

"As if you could have captured him!" Severus sneered pulling Harry away from the gruff man. Harry had to admit, he liked the curl of the man's body around him. "Harry came willingly I won't have him being hurt again! I couldn't protect him before but I'll be damned if I don't protect him now." Severus said defensively. Harry inwardly had to applaud, that last part was almost real. But then the man had always been rather intense, it had taken an entire summer with a time turner to realize just how intense, the man was like a machine when he was assigned a task, very much like Harry when determined, their drive could leave them without food or rest until they both worked past the state of exhaustion. Of course that had only happened twice, they both knew what would have happened if the dark lord learned about it.

"I say we take the brat and get all the information we can out of im'!" Barked the gruff man.

"You said we should attack a school filled with children with a pack of werewolves!" Someone else shouted. "You said, send Sirius Black! Look how well that all turned out Moody!" Harry gasped softly.

"That was you?" Harry breathed. "Those were just kids! They had nothing to do with us! Just children!" Harry said trembling. It was hard to make himself tremble he noted, he nearly got a cramp in his foot from it. He turned to Severus and appealed to him. "Severus I don't know that- what happened that night, they aren't much better then he is-"

"Harry-" Severus said softly.

"No! You didn't see it! You weren't there! Bodies, bodies of kids, little kids Draco's age just tossed around like rag dolls it was like mother's play room- there was blood everywhere and their eyes were so empty!" He shivered.

"Harry they were kids your age, you're fourteen remember." Severus corrected. Harry stiffened.

"Does it matter how old this body is? Does it truly?" He said softly.

"It does to me." Severus said stiffly. "Because you shouldn't be looking at me with eyes like that, such old, old, sad eyes." Severus said.

"We're gettin' no where headmaster!" Moody said.

"Alistair I really wish you wouldn't, I haven't been headmaster for ages." Dumbledore said lightly. The gruff man rolled his eyes. Harry stared at the man suddenly recognizing him from his memories, there were subtle differences- more scars- and a patch rather than a whirling magical eye. Suddenly Harry was glad it wasn't a magical eye, the man would have been able to see what the butterfly was truly capable of.

"You were my headmaster, it counts to me." Alistair said with a nod.

"Harry I'm afraid that I am going to have to question you." The headmaster said watching with keen eyes as Severus immediately pulled Harry closer. "However there will be no torture, I believe you are correct in your assessment of the situation, we have begun to responding frighteningly like our enemy. Severus I'm afraid that you must return to your room-" Harry gasped as Severus was suddenly pulled back away from him. The man fought briefly before they clamped the iron around his wrists.

"Severus…" He said before he could help himself. A part of him truly feared being left alone in enemies hands.

"You hurt a hair on his head Dumbledore…" Severus warned darkly.

"You won't really be in the position to do anything about it now will you Severus?" The old man said his eyes glinting strangely. Harry took a half step back and flinched when someone grabbed him suddenly. Harry felt the iron snap around his wrists and something clicked in his mind, he was suddenly distant from his body and incapable of stopping himself from falling.

"Shit!" Someone caught him but Harry was none responsive. He drifted and felt oddly giddy and dizzy when someone lifted him and set him in a chair.

"Harry?" The headmaster said sitting in the chair across from him.

"Hmmm?" Harry said softly.

"I need you to tell me where the prisoners from number twelve are being kept." The headmaster said. Harry frowned and tilted his head slightly.

"I don't know." Harry said shaking his head slowly.

"He's lying!" Moody snarled. Harry stared up at the man his mind fogged. "Why wouldn't he know?! He spends all bloody day in the dark lord's office!" Moody said darkly.

"Because I don't care." Harry answered slowly. "It's always better not to care." He said thinking distantly of Lucius. "Then it doesn't hurt." Harry said softly.

"What doesn't hurt Harry?" The headmaster said cautiously.

"Knowing that he doesn't love me." Harry breathed thinking of that night in Paris. "Knowing that he doesn't give a damn- that he can't love me." Harry said blinking slowly. Who were these people around him? Where was Lucius?

"What's wrong with him? Why is he acting dazed like this?" Someone muttered.

"Harry I need you to concentrate, where do you think they would put the prisoners from Number Twelve Grimmauld place?" Albus said.

"Where…I don't know, I never cared…dark lord just calls when he wants someone…security isn't my area- that's Rabastan." Harry frowned then. "Am I in trouble for not learning that? I'm sorry! Please don't send Sirius!" Harry said starting to panic.

"Headmaster what's wrong with him?" Someone asked.

"Harry you killed Sirius, do you remember?" The headmaster said softly. Harry stared hard at the man. Yes…he had killed Sirius hadn't he?

"Death is a part of life, there is the pray and the hunter, if you are not smart enough you will die, if you are not strong enough you will die. You must constantly seek to better yourself; you must constantly seek to improve. An idle mind is a useless mind which becomes a dead body, the useless must be cut out from the world lest their laziness and rottenness spread and infect the rest. Never fear cutting them down, never regret that you are alive and they are dead, if you are alive at the end of the struggle then you deserved to live and they deserved to die-"

"Albus what is he saying? What is this nonsense?" Someone hissed. The aged man looked grave as he watched Harry continue to recite.

"The dark lord's manifesto." He said quietly. "Someone has made him memorize it." The man said wearily.

"It is?" someone muttered.

"Hang on I have it over here-" Arthur Weasley said.

"Why do you have that terrible thing?" Someone demanded.

"It was given to everyone that works at the ministry." The man defended. "Ah here it is!"

"-living and the dead. Without order there is chaos without order there breeds a lower class of lassitude behaviors and ignorant-"

"Here we are, chapter one down here fourth paragraph- '-our aim is not to breed the hatred with which our children may resent, our am is not-'"

"-to destroy our world through strife. Our aim is to purify the land, our aim is to separate ourselves from all that is useless and plain and all that is without beauty. We must together create a world where only those who seek to advance will advance; we must create a world where the worth of monetary goods is only proven through how cleverly they are used. We must-"

"Merlin he's still going, how long is this thing?" Someone asked pulling the book from Arthur's hands.

"Four hundred and eighty two pages long." Arthur said frowning.

"Merlin Freddy, look at him go."

"Think we could get him to say it in French Georgie?" Fred said glancing at the teen.

"Yes mother." Harry said softly. Much to their horror the boy began again this time his words distinctly French.

"Did he just call me 'mother?'" Fred said curiously.

"Now there's a complex if I ever saw one." George teased blandly.

"So who was 'mother' then?" Fred asked curiously.

"Lestrange probably, you know crazy bint that took down Germany?" George said conversationally.

"Hey I wonder if he could say it in German-"

"Yes mother." And then they watched, the amusement draining from their expressions as the young man fluidly began quoting in German.

"Someone get Severus, I've seen enough." Albus said tiredly. "This is getting no where." He said shaking his head.

"Albus why does he talk like this?!" Molly asked her expression one of horror.

"Harry!" Severus gasped ignoring the others and striding across the room.

"Severus?" Albus said curiously.

"Harry hasn't any idea that he's doing this." Severus said as he clinically began checking Harry's pulse. "He won't remember it either so I'll thank you not to tell him, he already thinks he's going mad with those odd memories climbing through his head." He said checking Harry's pupils for a reaction sighing when he found none.

"He's done this before?" Dumbledore asked sharply.

"Bellatrix used to use it to show him off at parties, he can begin anywhere in the manifesto in at least twenty-six languages that I can think of."

"No way!" Fred and George said at the same time before snatching the book and flipping through the pages.

"Page thirty-two second paragraph in English." George said. To their astonishment Harry began exactly where they told him to begin.

"But why is he doing this Severus?" Albus demanded.

"Because you triggered it." Severus said with a sigh. "I've only seen him do it twice before."

"What happened?" Fred asked.

"I had to wait for him to finish- in all twenty six languages and then some that I couldn't remember, then he fell asleep. When he woke up he didn't remember any of it. It is rare though, I didn't expect it to happen so soon-" Severus' gaze caught on the cuffs. "These must have triggered it." He said darkly.

"Triggered it Severus?" Albus said sharply.

"Harry can withstand an incredible amount of stress without so much as blinking an eye. Life has taught him to be able to do this, however even he has a breaking point, this is his breaking point, he reverts to what he knows by rote memory. Why the manifesto? I have no idea, possibly because he repeated it for Bellatrix so many times as a child that it has become soothing to him, after all as long as he said it right Bella wouldn't hurt him and saying it in so many different languages probably meant an extended amount of time in which he was safe from harm. Knowing how fanatic Bella was it wouldn't surprise me if she wouldn't have reacted positively rather than negatively, he might have used it to distract her from hurting him, very little could distract her the way the manifesto could. Get these off of him." He said tugging on the cuffs.

"Why are the cuffs a trigger Severus?" Albus said insistently. Severus glared at him.

"Because his own godfather bound him to a bed by the wrists and tried to rape and kill him!" Severus snarled. "Anything else?" He sneered. Silence filled the room except for the continuous words that fell from Harry's lips.

"Can't you make him stop that?" George said disturbed. It wasn't very funny at all any more.

"Does it bother you then? To know that you people were the ones to do this to him? That you were the ones that sent Black after him knowing that he's tried to kill Harry on several occasions?" Severus sneered. "You all disgust me, trying to act noble when really you're no better than any death eater I've met." He said scathingly as he pulled the cuffs off of Harry's wrists and threw them across the room.

"I find it amazing that you can be so protective of him Severus given who he is." Albus said coldly.

"Listen to it headmaster." Severus said sharply his finger pointing at Harry who continued to speak. "This is a young man whose only defense as a child was to whisper these words like a prayer to keep from being tortured. How can I hate him? How can anyone hate him for what he's become knowing that he didn't choose this life, it was chosen for him. Even the dark lord finds it abhorrent. Even the dark lord regrets putting Harry into her care, if you decide to hold his past against him then you are no better than the dark lord, in fact you are worse." He said a note of finality in his voice. All eyes turned to the headmaster expecting perhaps some form of rebuttal, but the man was silent his eyes oddly unfocussed and his expression blank. They turned back to watch Snape as the man carefully and with a gentleness they didn't know he possessed lifted Harry Potter, the dark lord's heir into his arms and carried him up the stairs.

"Albus…" Molly said her face white and tear streaked.

"No Molly, we must be strong, they would say anything to change our minds, the sad life of one young man does not make up for the loss of thousands." The headmaster said stonily. "For the greater good we must sometimes make sacrifices." The headmaster said with a nod.

"Weird." Fred said from where he was standing looking down at the Manifesto.

"What is it Fred?" George asked curious and hoping that his brother would break the awful tension.

"Page twenty seven paragraph one." Fred said calmly. "That we must sacrifice ourselves, our lives and the lives of our friends and families is a terrible thing, however as we progress to a greater future may we find comfort in the future we see within arms reach-"

"Freddy." George said anxiety dampening his voice.

"No listen- a greater future with a great cost, but a brighter future which we must all of us make the sacrifice and to pay the price for the greater good." He said looking up curiously at the uncomfortable room. "Seriously none of you have ever read this?" He said holding up the manifesto a scowl on his face. "Do you lot even know what you're fighting for? What my family is dying for?" He said tossing the book down onto the table with a loud thump.

"FRED!" Molly said outraged. The twin shook his head slowly, angrily.

"This doesn't sit right with me; I'm going to take a walk." He said darkly before grabbing his coat and storming out George trailing after him worriedly.

"Not even a bloody hour after we manage to catch the kid and he's already infecting our minds." Moody snarled. "The dark lord's son indeed." He said with a sneer before pushing off the counter and heading towards the floo.

"Alistair where are you going?" Albus said breaking the silence at last.

"If I had known you lot were going to be this weak minded I would have continued to pick em' off one by one. A single hit man working alone is better than an entire army of people who don't know what they're fighting for, who aren't willing to go the distance." He sneered before stepping into the floo and whirling away.