Dark Repercussions:
A/N: Updated and for more info see the first chapter,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the plot,
Warning: Rated M for a reason, contains graphic torture, rape, blood and gore. Will also contain slash and Het relations, if you don't like that sort of thing then this story really isn't for you,
#Parseltongue#
Previous word count; 7902
Current word count; 10,088
Chapter 11;
There was another emergency meeting about Mad-eye and the whole Order was up in arms, the fact that the deadly assassin managed to get in to the school again, with others, was something that scared them. Harry was pleased to see that Dumbledore looked worried for the first time. It wasn't noticeable to most, but Harry spotted it and it put a skip in his step. He was so pleased about the effect of his show that he made a spontaneous visit to the manor and dropped in on Tom.
"Good evening oh feared one," Harry said grandly, Tom shot him a blank look before going back to his book and Vilkas didn't even look up.
"Fuck you both then," He huffed flinging himself down.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to in form you of the most glorious news I have had for a while." Harry told him with a grin, he hadn't been able to stop since he had left the old fools office.
"Oh?"
"Yes, it had made my week and it was all because of me and my twins." Harry sighed happily, he kicked his feet up and relaxed back basking in his success.
"Well?"
"Oh right." He sat back up, "Well, remember I was planning a little show?"
"Yes, Moody was going to drop in," Tom remembered amused, Vilkas' eyebrows rose at that and Harry smirked.
"Yes, well, I kicked if off this morning and let me tell you, it was B-E-A-utiful!"
"Pencieve worthy?"
"Most definitely," Harry agreed and Tom summoned his pencieve, Harry put his wand to his temple and slowly pulled the memory out allowing it to drop in to the basin. Tom vanishing in to it with Vilkas and Harry sat back and waited for them to come out, he didn't have to wait too long and the pair were back out very happy. Vilkas was grinning with all of his sharp teeth on show and Tom looked like a cat who got the canary, Harry bowed.
"I know, I know," He said, "I outdid myself,"
"That was very impressive indeed assassin, you do continue to surprise me." Tom told him and Harry grinned,
"I do try,"
"Brilliant cub, it was the slow motion that got me."
"I think that was accidental you know, I didn't actually set that up." Harry told him,
"Well congrats, anyway,"
"But what brought on this overly cheerful mood?" Tom questioned and Harry's expression turned predatory.
"Emergency Order today and it was havoc, worse than every before." Harry's voice was filled with gleeful malice, "But the best thing, the thing that really got me, is Dumbledore is worried." Tom sat up so fast that Harry was surprised he didn't get whiplash.
"Worried?" He repeated not daring to believe it and Harry nodded.
"Oh yes, it was only for a second, but it was there; he is worried."
"Wonderful," Tom practically purred, "This is truly wonderful. To have the old fool unsettled is good, but worried is something new."
"I know, do you want the memory?" Harry put the memory in the bowl when Tom nodded, Vilkas tilted his head.
"But we have to be careful too," He said slowly,
"Why?"
"Because a worried Dumbledore is a new thing, new means unpredictable and to have someone like Dumbledore in new territory is cause to have a guards up to the max." Remus pointed out and both Tom and Harry blinked.
"That is… unusually observant." Tom said in amazement,
"This is why you're my second Vil, I knew you had it in you." Harry said surely, Vilkas snorted,
"Thanks Cub,"
"Any time Moony," Harry said brightly, "How's your gift?" the expression that came to Vilkas' face was alarming to say the least, if Harry hadn't know the man for years then he would have questioned if it was the same person.
"I believe my pet potions master is very well trained." Remus said, "He has his own collar now," Harry choked on his drink and broke out laughing, Tom barely stopped himself from doing the same, but he did laugh.
"Oh Merlin," Harry gasped, "Who knew being an assassin would bring me so much hilarity."
"I, unfortunately, have to agree," Tom said shaking his head with a smirk, Vilkas was sat there looking on innocently and Harry snickered.
"That had just finished my week."
"Good, which means you won't find it difficult to behave." Tom stated and Harry gave him a mock salute.
"I'll be off, and not kill anyone."
"There's a good assassin," Tom said mockingly,
"Go fuck yourself, Tommy," Harry muttered to himself and barely dodged the curse that passed his head, he turned to an irate Dark Lord and have him a winning smile.
"You heard that huh?"
"Yes,"
"I would apologise, really I would, but then I would have to actually mean it and, you know, I don't so yeah." He shrugged in a 'what can you do' sort of way, Tom rolled his eyes.
"Leave,"
"Yes oh mighty one," Harry barked out, he smirked at Tom's deadpan expression and apperated away.
It was 2 weeks before Harry was pulling his hair out, he just wanted to curse something, Ron and Hermione were everywhere constantly following him or with him. Harry went to change to go out before he remembered they were laying low so he collapsed on his bed gazing up at the canopy and didn't move until the next morning. It had been a trying time. Not only did he have to put up with his shadows, deal with acting like the proper Gryffindor, Ginny and not going out, but it had become an impossibility for him to look at Snape and not break out in to hysterical fits of laughter.
He had already gained himself 3 detentions, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped. He felt kind of bad for Neville too. Harry had shared the information Vilkas had given him and his team member now had the same trouble, it didn't help that Vilkas seemed to know when they were in Snape's lessons and was passing on smart innuendos and comments through the earpieces. Occlumency was now something that Harry had an iron control over just through potions alone! When the week finally came to a close he thought he would have been relieved; it was not to be.
In Harry's opinion, the weekend went at a snail's pace, he had done all his homework, read all his books again and spent some time with Luna, but nothing seemed to capture his attention; he was starting to twitch. Monday came and went and Harry was trying his best, but Ron and Hermione were still there, and he swore the days were starting to bleed in to one. On Thursday Harry actually groaned out loud when Ron spoke to him and when McGonagall came and told them there was an Order meeting Harry swore he shed a tear; he couldn't deal with their crap. Dumbledore was already stood when Harry got to his office so he took his seat quickly and pretended to look on in interest, it was the best he could do because everything they were bound to say was going to drive him insane.
"Good Evening, I am happy to say that since the horrific incident with Mad-eye the assassin has been quiet, he may have been injured." Dumbledore began in a relieved tone, people seemed cheered at that and Harry was internally scoffing.
"The Death Eaters have also been quiet, something we need to be wary about." He continued gravely, this brought a few mutters forward, but the group seemed to be in agreement. However they weren't disheartened, it seemed as if the news the assassin might be injured had brightened their spirits.
"We will have to keep our guard up especially as Christmas is approaching; I believe something will happen during the Yule holidays." The aged headmaster looked to Snape for confirmation.
"Yule is usually the time for initiations to the ranks." Snape confirmed and Harry made a note to ask Tom if that information was supposed to be given out. He hadn't been attending the DE's meetings because he doubted he had enough self-control to not kill anyone, Tom had been keeping him up-to-date via the mirror and mocking him in the process.
"This is unfortunate," Dumbledore murmured, "But we have been at luck in our own recruitment." Harry blinked, this could be a problem and it was the first he had heard about it. He would pass it on, and then Tom could go through his spies and see if they had picked anything up.
"Now unless something major happens we shall not be meeting until after Yule, I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas." Dumbledore dismissed them all and they left with a joyful air, he called for him to stay with his usual group which has greatly diminished only having Granger, Weasley and Snape, but Harry would bet that there would be more after Yule.
"Harry I know you intended to stay in the castle for Christmas, but that is not possible this year I'm afraid." Dumbledore began gravely and Harry froze. Normally he would have feared where Dumbledore was going with this, but thanks to a little initiative on his behalf, it was all good.
"Oh um ok where am I going then, the Burrow or-" He trailed of when the headmaster shook his head sadly.
"The Burrow is having its wards changed and no one but blood are allowed so you will have to return to you family where you are safe." Harry went pale, but on the inside he was doing a fucking happy dance, the old man couldn't have laid it out better for him if he tried. Thank you Dumbledore!
"What, no, you have to be joking!" He exclaimed instead of voicing his inner joy.
"I have to make sure you're safe but the castle wards need to be changed as the assassin has breached them twice now." Dumbledore reasoned,
"Isn't there anywhere else I could go, please headmaster I can't go back to the Dursley's." Harry tried desperately; he knew that if he gave up easily that it would raise questions.
"I'm sorry dear boy, but it's the only option." Dumbledore sighed sadly, Harry snarled and stormed out only just catching the door to slip back in.
"The idiot doesn't realise we don't want him around." Ron laughed snidely and Harry bit back a scoff, he would be laughing when the majority of the Weasley family was no longer around. Dumbledore shook his head,
"Sending him to the muggles will make him more submissive when he returns so you will have no excuses." The old man warned, Harry mentally groaned at that point, he would be expected to act a certain way; oh the joy.
"We have been keeping a close eye on Longbottom and Lovegood and apart from improved grades nothing seems different with them." Hermione told the headmaster who nodded.
"Start trying to distance the pair from Potter, but be discrete, he cannot find out." Dumbledore said after a minute of thought, "We do not need any outside influence, especially Longbottom. The boy comes from an Ancient and Noble House and he could put things in Potter's head."
"Yes, we don't need him more obnoxious than he is. If he found out what he actually has he would probably expect us to bow to him." Ron scoffed in desertion, Harry smirked under his cloak; people already did bow.
"Severus, do you know who and how many will be marked this coming Yule?" Dumbledore asked his spy.
"There are more than ever this year headmaster and I believe that majority of my snakes are on the list, quite a few ravens, two puffs and, if I'm not mistaken, there were some lions on the list." Snape answered and Dumbledore looked grave.
"Were there no names?"
"The names were fidiliused as the Dark Lord is becoming increasingly paranoid." Snape told them, Harry thought that this must have happened in the DE meeting he couldn't attend last week; he would ask Tom later through the mirror.
"You will notify me if you get the names so we can tab them." Dumbledore stated before they were dismissed, Harry ran up to the tower and threw himself in his chair putting on his best scowl. Ron and Hermione came through 10 minutes later and came over to him with sympathetic looks on their faces.
"Where have you been?" Harry asked moodily; and the Oscar goes to Harry James Potter.
"We tried to talk the headmaster out of it." Ron sighed.
"It's simply awful; I cannot believe you have to go back to those people." Hermione huffed. Harry found it incredibly difficult to not show his incredulity, even if he wouldn't have known everything that came out of their mouths was complete bullshit he would have seen that was weak; they were slacking.
"It's ok guys, there's nothing you could've done. We know what Dumbledore's like when he wants to do something." Harry gave them a small smile pretending he didn't notice anything and they relaxed. The trio went down for dinner and Harry caught Neville's eye to signal they would be speaking later, he had to stick with Ron and Hermione all night much to his ire and he was at the end of his temper when he yawned and claimed exhaustion. Harry locked his hangings and pulled out the locket calling for the Dark Lord.
"Good evening," Tom greeted formally not even looking in to the mirror.
"I wish to hurt something." Harry stated and it got the man's attention.
"What has happened now!?" The older sighed.
"It's been two weeks and it's driving me crazy!" Harry exclaimed and Tom shot him an unimpressed look.
"Deal with it,"
"You are a heartless man," Harry stated and Tom raised an eyebrow.
"Dark Lord,"
"I question that."
"Thin line," Tom warned and Harry smiled sweetly.
"Yes Tom,"
"Why did you call?" The Dark Lord asked him and Harry sighed.
"Just got out of the Order meeting," Harry shrugged,
"Oh, anything of interest?" Tom seemed a bit more interested now and Harry raised a shoulder.
"Not a lot, they seem unusually heartened at the fact that I haven't been at work, so much so that they ignored Dumbledore's warning about the DE's."
"So they are relaxing." Tom murmured, "This is good, this is going to plan."
"I know, and I am sacrificing my sanity for the grea-," Harry cut himself off looking disgusted, "Never mind,"
"Were you going to say what I think you were?" Tom questioned him slowly not quite believing it, Harry rapidly shook his head.
"No, nope, not at all," Harry denied.
"You were, weren't you? You were going to say it."
"No, no I wasn't,"
"I am genuinely disgusted," Tom stated and Harry nodded.
"We'll move on," Harry said quickly, "I have good news."
"Agreed, and what?"
"Dumbledore thinks it will benefit me to be returned to my darling relatives for the Yule holidays." Harry said with a smirk, Tom chuckled.
"I never thought I would see the day where I am thankful for something Dumbledore has done,"
"I know, the impossible has arrived,"
"It will be the only time." Tom said surely and Harry nodded in agreement.
"I now have two weeks to get through. I have a lot on my mind, I haven't killed anyone yet and I have constant shadows." Harry groaned.
"Get used to it because we begin to strike the ministry at spring unless the plans change." Harry choked.
"Spring," He breathed in horror.
"Yes, I have the plans drawn up for you to look over so you can incorporate your team in to them." Tom told him and Harry swallowed hard.
"Ok, in the last DE meeting did you reveal anything about the DE initiations this coming Yule?" Harry asked hoarsely much to Voldemort's amusement.
"Yes, I told Severus to tell the old fool a few things, but to give no names as I have them under fidilius."
"Good I wasn't too sure. I am taking up residence in your manor for Yule as I have much to do such as Gringotts and obviously looking through the plans, plus Vilkas and Espia should be close to finishing sorting through the files and I need to check Cruor and Ensis' progress." Harry said,
"That is acceptable, when shall I expect you?"
"Why would I tell you, that removes what little fun I have?" Harry asked bewildered, Tom rolled his eyes.
"Don't kill anyone." And he shut the mirror and Harry huffed indignantly.
"Well that was rude." He muttered to himself before lying back on his bed and opening the connection to all of his Tacita Mortes.
There has been a change of plans for Yule, I have been ordered by the headmaster to return to the muggles – which could not have been better. –H He grinned when he heard snickers through the connection.
I will be staying at the manor for the entire Yule break, but to the outside world I will be with the muggles, I will call a meeting on the day before the holidays break up as I refuse to call a meeting over Christmas. Any questions? - H
No master. - All
Harry shut the connection and settled down for sleep calling on all spirits to keep him calm for these next two weeks.
Harry was very proud of himself. The first week he was pretty good, granted the urge to kill Granger and Weasley grew daily, but he let none of it show and he woke up Friday in a good mood for the first time since Halloween. Theoretically he should have known that it was a bad sign, and he would be pushed to the very limit, but no he decided to ignore common sense. Harry and Neville went to Herbology cheerfully and the day was going wonderfully; then came potions. Snape seemed to be in a specifically vindictive mood and Harry was personally inclined to believe it was because Vilkas hadn't treated his toy in a while, but of course he didn't voice that opinion.
As much as he wanted too, he didn't think believe Tom would be too pleased, but Harry was debating with himself if it was worth dropping hints and muttered comments just to get Snape's back up. Neville was all for it, and Harry decided that it was worth the risk. If it came to it, he would get a binding vow from Snape to stop him speaking. They were brewing the polyjuice and Snape was baring down on Harry and Neville like a beast, he was criticising their every move and Harry's temper was steadily growing, it got to the point where he opened his mouth to finally give the dungeon bat a piece of his mind when the bell sounded and Neville physically dragged Harry out because the teen would have probably killed the man.
Harry was snarling as he stormed up to the tower, he grabbed the map and his cloak and left telling Neville he was going to walk around until dinner. Under the cloak was a freedom he rarely got anymore, he used the map to avoid everyone and he was wandering aimlessly through the many corridors when he spotted Blaise and Draco in the dungeons. Harry shook his head, Blaise - why didn't he think of his toy? Harry made his way to the dungeons when he froze staring at the map; Blaise and Draco were way to close, the names were practically on top of one another. Narrowing his eyes, Harry quickened his pace until his was on the same corridor as the pair, he silently and stealthily made his way towards them, what he saw made his blood boil; Draco had his toy caged against the wall.
"Why can't you, I don't get what's happened to you. You don't even touch anyone anymore." Draco said exasperated.
"I can't Draco you don't understand." Blaise told him quietly.
"Make me understand then."
"I'm not allowed to touch anyone and no one is allowed to touch me." The dark teen looked imploringly at his pale counter, Malfoy's eyes widened in realisation before narrowing.
"You have to be kidding me." The blond hissed and Blaise shrugged. "What the fuck, you're not allowed to touch anyone while he goes off and fucks anything that catches his fancy." Blaise looked away.
"I- it- you don't understand Dray I can't explain it, I need it; need him. I will do anything to please him." Draco looked horrified at that confession, Harry smirked though, seems as if his toy was hooked. It wasn't surprising, the mark along with the addicting feel of his magic it was enough to keep most needing more. At first he had been unaware of the feeling of his magic, but Sirius had pointed it out to him back when he was still training and ever since he had been using it to his advantage. He snapped back to the scene in front of him when Malfoy started talking again,
"This is crazy, it's not like he will ever find out." Draco reasoned softly, he ran his hand gently down Blaise' cheek and Harry nearly hexed him.
"I dunno," Blaise muttered warily, his eyes darting around the corridor.
"What can he do!? It seems to me that he gains a title and he's let it go to his head, he has no right controlling you like this." Draco hissed, Harry closed his eyes and made a mental list of things he was planning for the blond for this. If Draco didn't step away from what clearly belonged to him then he wouldn't be responsible for his actions, he was glaring at Malfoy's head and mentally screaming.
"Come on B." He breathed and then Draco kissed him. Blind rage overtook his and he had to lock his joints in place or he would kill the blond. Blaise let out a small moan and Harry made the mark sear successfully breaking them apart as Blaise cried out in pain slapping his hand to the mark.
"He knows," Blaise ground out gasping in pain.
"What, how is that even possible?" Draco asked and if he hadn't been so pissed off, Harry would have been pleased to hear the fear in his voice.
"I don't know, but if I were you I would stay away from him." Blaise said,
"You don't need to tell me." Harry didn't bother with the rest of the conversation, he stiffly made his way to the great hall ducking in to a passageway to remove the cloak and put it away with the map in his pocket. Harry sat down opposite Neville who took one look at the teen and was immediately alarmed.
"What the hell has happened, you look like you want to commit a particularly vicious murder."
"You're observations are perfectly accurate." Harry spat furiously, his hands curling in to tight fists in a fit to control himself.
"Who?"
"Malfoy,"
"What did he do, he hasn't annoyed you at all this year?"
"He decided to touch what was mine." Harry got out between clenched teeth, it was taking all his effort not to go and kill the blond right now, no one touched what was his; ever. Neville, who knew his friend and masters possessiveness quite well, paled and cursed the blonde's sheer stupidity.
"You can't kill him, not yet in the least." He said lowly and Harry glared at him.
"I know," Harry snapped, "That is why I'm currently sat here waiting for him to enter the hall and not out there murdering the prick." As Harry spoke the Slytherins walked in to the great hall as a group as usual the only difference was Malfoy was far away from Blaise. Harry had a black glare when he looked at his toy who winced and looked at the floor, he would deal with him later, he wasn't the main cause of his anger. Harry looked positively murderous when he locked eyes with Malfoy.
The blond lost all colour and looked away, it wasn't good enough and the Malfoy heir would be feeling his wrath. Harry turned back to Blaise who had his head bowed still and the assassin narrowed his eyes; he clearly didn't understand the rules and Harry would be all to happy to re-inform him. Harry barely ate as he continued to glare at the Slytherin table, Neville finally kicked him under the table when Ron and Hermione sat down and Harry slowly ate some food. Ron dragged him back to the tower, but he barely paid attention on the conversations back at the common room and finally said he was going to the RoR, Harry stalked down to the dungeons and walked in to the common room where he spotted Blaise sat with his friends, he hissed when he saw Malfoy was sat next to him and made the mark burn.
The Italian winced and rubbed the mark; Harry silently walked over to his toy and leant over so he was directly next to his ear.
"Room, now," He ordered and Blaise stilled before relaxing. He rose gracefully and made his excuses, Harry had already gone on a head and was in the others room elegantly leaning against the wall without his glamour. Blaise entered with caution and as soon as the door shut wards visibly flared around the room making sure no one would hear anything, Blaise walked in to the centre of the room with his head bowed.
"I believe you are aware of my rules." Sang Lys hissed as he approached his toy.
"Yes master." Sang Lys grabbed Blaise' hair and pulled making him whimper.
"Then pray tell me why you were kissing Malfoy today?" He snarled releasing the hair but roughly grabbing his face to force eye contact.
"I don't know master."
"Wrong answer," Harry shoved him in to the wall and roughly claimed his lips forcing his tongue in to the others mouth. "I told you, you belonged to me." Using a bit of magic he ripped of Blaise' robes before kissing him again.
"Now you're forcing me to remind you who you belong to." Harry growled as he trailed licks and bites down his neck, Harry dragged his hands over his toys body squeezing a nipple and pulled the already hard member.
"But it looks like you want me too." Sang Lys vanished his own clothes before lifting Blaise up against the wall, he slicked himself and that was the only warning the Italian got as he was slammed in to unprepared. He screamed and arched up in pain, but it was drowned out as Sang Lys hit his prostate, Harry gripped his hips as he pounded in to his toy completely owning him.
"Who do you belong to?" Sang Lys demanded as Blaise moaned and gripped his shoulders.
"Y-you master, oh fuck." Blaise gasped. "More please,"
"More even after you let someone kiss you?" Blaise whimpered as Sang Lys stilled.
"Please Master please, I need it please." He begged rolling his hips.
"You're mine aren't you Blaise."
"Yes master," Satisfied Sang Lys thrust in to him again hitting his sweet spot and he cried out in pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," The need in his voice drove Sang Lys faster and deeper hitting that spot again and again.
"M-master I'm gunna c-cum."
"Cum for me, cum for your master," Blaise came hard, his muscles tightened bringing the assassin over the edged, Sang Lys bit Blaise' neck as he came inside of him. Harry unwound Blaise from him, but the other clearly hadn't recovered from his fucking as his legs gave out and he fell to his knees.
"Crawl to the bed and be ready for me, I haven't finished teaching my lesson." Sang Lys ordered his voice husky at the sight of Blaise on his knees, the Italian complied and Harry was instantly hard again as he saw his cum slowly coming out of Blaise. The teen got on the bed with his ass in the air and spread his legs; Sang Lys practically pounced at the sight. He climbed up behind him and began teasing him with deliberate slow touches until Blaise was barely coherent.
"So needy for your master," Sang Lys purred slipping two fingers inside and Blaise moaned in want. "Do you want me Blaise? Do you want me inside of you?"
"Yes master please."
"Are you sure you don't want anyone else?"
"N-no master only you," Sang Lys smirked and removed the fingers, Blaise whimpered. Sang Lys entered slowly this time and began moving and a slow steady pace, his smirk grew as Blaise started writhing and whimpering in need.
"What's the matter Blaise, what do you want?"
"Please, I need more please master fuck me." Those words went straight to Harry's dick and the assassin gripped Blaise' hips again, he sped up and thoroughly fucked the Italian in to the mattress. He answered every moan and plead by going deeper and faster ruthlessly, but by the sounds Blaise was making he loved it. Blaise came for the second time that night with a shout of 'Master' and Harry thrust in to him a few more times before coming with a yell. After he had regained his breath Sang Lys pulled out and cleaned up, he waved his hand to redress and pull down the wards.
"You want to keep your master happy don't you Blaise?" Sang Lys asked his toy.
"Yes master." Blaise answered he had to do anything for his master.
"Then you won't let anyone touch you like that again will you?"
"Never master,"
"Good." Sang Lys slipped out under his cloak feeling better but he would not be satisfied until he punished Malfoy, but that would have to wait for now. Harry was thankful the common room was empty when he got back; he went straight to bed looking forward to a lie in as it was Saturday tomorrow.
Harry was a lot calmer the day after his visit to Blaise. He managed to put up with Granger and Weasley with no problems and he had vindictive pleasure in scaring the crap in to Malfoy Jr, He sent a simple letter in the evening which got the message across pretty well.
Malfoy,
You have made a very big mistake. No one touches what is mine.
It was signed with his lily. Harry would have to wait, but he would make the blond pay, he wouldn't have been so set on a severe punishment if Malfoy Jr hadn't known about his rules but Blaise told him. He would pay for going against him. Harry was planning on ruining him completely, and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.
Harry discovered the best thing about the Order believing he was going back to the muggles was he could act subdued and moody without suspicion, it saved his sanity for the rest of the week and by the end of it he was positively bouncing in anticipation for his meeting with his team. They were meeting at 10 in the chamber to discuss the plans for Yule; there were a few things to go over as they would be doing nothing over Christmas. Harry even managed to ignore Snape in his final lesson of potions. Everyone went to bed early as they had to catch the train in the morning so Harry and Neville had no problems sneaking out, they met Luna on the second floor and went down the chamber.
They didn't have to wait long before the others apperated in, Harry didn't bother with formalities today and they sat down to discuss.
"So the first things first, I will go to the muggles tomorrow and I will possibly stay an hour before making my way back to the manor. We have two weeks off and I have to go to Gringotts somewhere in that time as well as finalise plans with Tom. Ensis, Cruor, update?" The twins shared rather frightening grins.
"The knock out gas is complete and we have made progress on the magic nullifier." Ensis began,
"We can stop the magic but we can't find something to shield everyone, our combinations keep exploding; badly."
"Brilliant, you have until the end of January." Harry told them and they nodded,
"Vilkas, Espia, how are the files coming?"
"We are nearly finished coming through the final ones from Moody's place. There is a lot of stuff on the DE's in there and we need to process how much the Order knows about whom." Vilkas explained.
"We have also found that their tracking all known werewolf movements such as Greyback and um-," Espia trailed of uncomfortably looking between Cien, Vilkas and her Master.
"What is it?"
"Um today I found something and well it was on both your parents." She began shifting awkwardly, Harry motioned for her to continue.
"Pettigrew was really working for Dumbledore when he sold out your parents and he is still passing information threw to him. And it wasn't Bellatrix who permanently damaged your parents it was Dumbledore and Moody." She rushed it out to get it over with. She was greeted by silence before,
"SON OF A MUGGLE FUCKER!" Neville was up and striding purposely towards the exit whereas Remus and Harry had their masks on and had portkey'd to the manor before anyone could react. Espia, Caligo, Ensis and Cruor had to pin Neville and stun him before he went and attempted to murder the headmaster. Sang Lys strode quickly through the halls his magic beyond his control with one thing on his mind, he ignored the fact that there was a full death eater meeting in place and he ignored the fact that subtlety was supposed to be used as an assassin; Peter was going to die.
"PETTIGREW!" He roared, his voice infused with magic and it seemed to bounce of the walls. "COME OUT YOU SNIVELLING RAT!" The great doors were blasted open and the DE's took one look at Master Sang Lys and his second in command, Vilkas, and pressed their selves to the wall for safely. No one wanted to be in the way of a murderous looking assassin.
"Where is he?" Sang Lys hissed and it could barely be counted as English, Vilkas threw up anti-animagus wards, someone threw the cowering rat in to the centre of the room making Vilkas snarl and his eyes flash amber, Sang Lys was beyond words.
"Crucio," It was said in unison and both beams of red light slammed in to Pettigrew and lifted him from the ground; he screamed.
"What is this?" The Dark Lord didn't look particularly bothered about the torture, but his meeting had been interrupted.
"This piece of shit has always been a spy for Dumbledore." Sang Lys spat cancelling the curse, Vilkas held it for a bit longer. Voldemort's expression went from annoyed to mutinous in an instant.
"What?"
"Oh yes, he didn't become the traitor, he was sent." Sang Lys snarled, "Premo Exposso,"There was a sickening crunch as the rats' arms was crushed and a few people flinched at the sound, Vilkas levelled his wand.
"Trahere Capillis," A few people winced as Pettigrew's screams increased, they watched as his hair was ripped out of his scull in chunks.
"Tergutus," Pettigrew's skin started peeling off in strips exposing tendons and muscles, a few people looked sick, but Sang Lys has a twisted smile on his face, which was mirrored by the Dark Lord, and Vilkas had his teeth bared like the wolf he was.
"Peter, Peter, Peter, you should have known that you would be caught." Sang Lys said softly, "Goodbye Peter, Spina Obliquo." It appeared as if nothing had happened, but Sang Lys smile became positively feral when he felt the tendrils of magic grip the rats spine, with a mocking wave, Harry twisted his wrist sharply and watched as the motion was replicated on Pettigrew's spine, the whole thing ripped and twisted 180 degrees and the rat screamed until he started choking on his blood. Vilkas flicked his wand and force the rat back in to his animagus form,
"Poison, dinner," Sang Lys called in English, but the snake understood, some death eaters leapt back as a black snake nearly as long as Nagini and just as thick slithered out from behind the throne, she reared up and struck the rat which was then swallowed whole.
"That wass very enlightening, and a most jusst punishment," The delicate hiss of Tom's speech was back illustrating just how angry he was, and if Peter wasn't already dead he would have been within seconds, "Now would you care to inform me where you got this information."
Espia, where is that file? - H
It's the one I have just finished so it's on my desk - T
He cut the line and called for a house elf who popped in happily,
"Go to Espia's room and collect the file on her desk." Sang Lys ordered, she nodded and popped away and was back almost instantly.
"Here's you is Master Sang Lys." Sang Lys nodded as she left.
"I believe you should read this, it has everything in." Sang Lys stated and the Dark Lord took it with a sharp nod, "I'll be back tomorrow evening." With one last look of disgust at the pool of blood, the pair apperated back to the chamber, Neville was still out cold when the returned so Harry flicked his wrist and woke him; Cien shot up looking murderous.
"Why did you feel the need to stun me?" He hissed drawing his wand; it was obvious he was not in control of his emotions or himself.
"Cien stop," Sang Lys barked and it was a clear order.
"But Master he-,"
"Do not make me tell you again." He stated and Harry watched as he visibly got himself under control.
"My apologies Master, it came as a bit of a shock."
"It is understood, I will promise you now you will have your revenge."
"Thank you Master," Sang Lys nodded and motioned for them to sit.
"Back to the meeting I believe we were on files." He looked towards Espia who nodded.
"We found loads of information on ministry employees and the location of hits ordered from the dark lord." Sang Lys looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I want them ordered in to sections of hits, DE's and ministry and when you have finished the last of them I want to know straight away because it could help with our plans."
"Yes Master,"
"Cien and Caligo as you are going to be with your families over the Yule and it will be near impossible for you to leave I won't be calling any meetings unless they are dyer, if something happens and I need you here I will come and get you personally."
"How, I mean my manor has a tonne of wards surrounding it." Neville pointed out, Harry smirked.
"Nev, what's my animagus? I believe it was you who said it was a contradiction." Harry was barely keeping in his laughter as he remembered what Neville said that day; said teen got a look of understanding on his face and grinned.
"Well in my defence just saying 'I'm a phoenix' is a contradiction."
"A phoenix!" Vilkas exclaimed looking at Harry as if he was mad.
"It's a black phoenix guys, it's the phoenix counterpart. Anyway my going to Gringotts is a key part on the plans for spring which means we will not be going out until things have been confirmed so you're looking at least end of February." The last sentence caused Harry pain and his team looked somewhat horrified.
"That's another 2 months." Espia muttered and Harry nodded.
"I've decided we will be working on animagus forms, duelling and technique. I know there are 4 targets within the ministry that will be taken out so stealth will also be on the training agenda and we will probably practicing with the elite so you will have a partner but we will sort that out at a later date." With that he dismissed them after wishing them a merry Christmas.
Harry was silent on the train and Ron and Hermione were acting sympathetic towards him but it was weak, he was planning what he was going to do to cover his tracks for the Yule. Harry knew that now Figg was dead, someone would be watching the house so he had an idea to what he was going to do; it just had to work. The platform was packed but Harry managed to lock eyes with Neville and Luna and gave a short nod, it wasn't as if they couldn't speak everyday if they wanted to. Harry walked back in to the muggle world after saying a 'heartfelt' goodbye to the Weasley's and Hermione, he barely kept in his glee when he caught sight of his 'family' and all but skipped over.
"Good evening Uncle, how are you Aunt," He greeted with a smile, ah it was brilliant being an assassin. Vernon graciously carried his trunk to the car and his Aunt warmly opened the car for him, Harry grinned to himself and relaxed back as they drove home; he loved the imperius. When they were back in Little Whinging, he put his front back on and hulled his trunk in to the house. He watched with great amusement as his puppets went about their business for a few minutes before changing the movement of the spell and making the three of them pack a suitcase and load it in to the car. He had 'Vernon' shut up the house with him on the inside and had them drive off as if going on holiday, Harry shrunk down his trunk and put it in to his pocket before he changed in to his phoenix form and flamed straight the study. He released a trilling laugh as Tom and Vilkas jumped violently by his sudden appearance and changed back still chuckling.
"Good evening," He said cheerfully.
"Do you feel better about yourself now?" Vilkas muttered
"Yes actually," Harry flung himself down and kicked up his feet releasing a happy sigh.
"I had the elves prepare a room for you; I put you in my personal wing as you will be going in and out a lot." Tom told him, Harry grinned.
"I need to get some decent robes and I've decided I'm going to Gringotts on the 27th which gives us plenty of time to incorporate the results in to our plans." Harry told the Dark Lord.
"Regardless of the results you hold the Potter and the Black seats you just have yet to claim them, as the last of 2 prominent lines you can claim head of house at 15 which means four votes in the wizengamot. I cannot use my 6 seats as Dumbledore knows exactly who they belong too and I can't use you as proxy because that would be highly suspicious and it would taint your golden reputation." Tom explained and Harry frowned.
"That is unfortunate but not manageable, if we have Lucius running for minister especially." Tom handed him file with MINISTRY written across the top.
"You need to read this and I will be having a meeting tomorrow before the initiation ceremony which is scheduled for the 29th." Harry nodded.
"I want to begin a strict training program for your elite and my mortes; I want them to have duelling partners who they can work with when we take the ministry. I know eventually we will have to reveal ourselves but I want them compatible and comfortable before that day, also Hogwarts will be easier to infiltrate as I know multiple passageways in and out and I have a map of the school." Harry said to him quickly flicking through the folder, "The twins have finished the knock out gas and have found a way to stop the magic in the great hall temporarily but they haven't found anything to shield selected people." Voldemort scowled at that.
"I know, I have to deal with the explosions multiple times a day." He stated unimpressed, Harry snickered and Vilkas tried to cover his unsuccessfully.
"Not that keen on explosions Tom?" He asked lightly and Tom glared at him.
"At 3:30 in the morning, no," Harry winced at that, a Dark Lord with no sleep was not a pleasant experience.
"Ah, I'll talk to them about that. They do tend to forget about the time."
"It would be advised you did," Tom agreed,
"I shall speak some more about this tomorrow, I'll read it now and eat some food." Harry bid them farewell and left the room calling a house elf to lead him to his room; Harry was impressed. It was decorated in shades of green and blue with a large king size bed - silk sheets Harry noted, he had a wardrobe, a bedside table and a desk all in mahogany, a black leather chair and an en suit. Harry took of his glamour and smiled, he didn't need to where the glamour for two whole weeks. He ordered food with the elf and told her to bring Poison to him, Harry missed his snake, but with her size it was safer for her to stay at the manor.
Settling in the chair, he opened the file and began to read, his eyebrows steadily rose the further he got and he shook his head. If there was one thing he marvelled about Tom it was the man's attention to detail, the plans were immense. It was going to be a full scale raid after the minister elections, Fudge had to go and Scrimgeoer needed to be voted it to raise public hope, that's where Harry came in, so when they struck the ministry and brought it in to their control the revolt would be smaller. Sang Lys and his team would need to take out Fudge and then Bones to almost guarantee Scrimgeoer's victory and Harry added a little side note that a few others may be making a painful end.
Some departments in the ministry would be scrapped and blood tests would be mandatory, mudbloods would be tagged and labelled so they could be watched and if anyone didn't submit to a test then they would be classed as a criminal. Each department would need to be watched so they could find out the spy's working for the Order or not conforming to the new rule, Harry noted down that his team would cover most of that as they were the best at not being seen and he already had people at Hogwarts.
Tom had some of his DE's inside the ministry who could twist the wards to allow them access when the decided to strike, the Tacita Mortes would be working with the elite in the battle and Harry would have the honour of having the Dark Lord has his duelling partner - not that he would ever tell Tom it was an honour, the man's ego was already huge. Harry finally got around to eating his food before jumping in the shower, Poison was very happy to see her master and scolded him for not visiting.
#Masster it hass been to long# She hissed wrapping herself around Harry and snuggling in to his shoulder, Harry gently stroked her triangle head with a small smile.
#I am sorry Poison, I have been busy# She huffed and settled in the crook of his neck, Harry drew up his plans for the training for Tom to look through. He had partnered Bella with Espia, Lucius with Vilkas, the brothers with the twins, Dolohov with Cien and finally Nott with Caligo, Snape couldn't be involved to much as he had to be at the school during the battle which was lucky because Harry didn't know if he had the restraint not to 'accidently' kill him in training, he left a note for Tom to change them based on elite's duelling techniques if needed. He wrote down what he wanted them to train in and said that it would be good to have a practice with everyone to organise strengths and weaknesses. Harry collapsed in to bed rather early that night but he was exhausted, the strain of dealing with his double life had caught up with him and finally being able to relax safely was a much needed relief.
Sang Lys strode through the corridor heading towards the Dark Lords study, it was weird for him to watch his Mortes everyday life because Harry had been slightly apprehensive about what they would do with themselves but he was surprised. Espia was practicing her aim and stealth, the twins were in a lab which they had commandeered and Harry decided against going in their, the twins were best left alone with their experiments, and Vilkas was usually found in the library or where-ever Tom was. Those two got on like a house on fire, it was amusing to watch.
Harry shook his head and checked the library to make sure Tom wasn't absorbed in books, Harry swore he was half Ravenclaw. When he finally got to the study he wasn't surprised to find Vilkas there having an animated discussion with the Dark Lord.
"No I disagree, using a maximized spell would benefit you more." Remus said forcefully, Tom shook his head.
"It wouldn't because it takes more power and if you were in a duel or battle you could wipe out your reserves."
"Yes but if you use a Bombarda your enemies would be blasted out the way, you can't shield yourself from the floor being blasted up."
Tom tilted his head in consent.
"True but instead of using a Bombarda Maxima you could use a Confringo which is nearly the same strength but half the power." Tom argued and Remus shifted before continuing.
"Yes and that's all well and good" He agreed, "But you have to use Confringo on an individual basis therefore using just as much power if not more." Tom opened his mouth for a counter attack, but Harry decided to make his presence known.
"Merlin you two are like an old married couple." Harry said with a roll of his eyes, he only just dodged the curses sent by both men.
"Truth hurts I guess." Harry muttered under his breath, he sat down and brought out the ministry folder.
"I've been through this and written in my ideas and my plans for my team and your elite. I thought we could finalise my plans now because they correspond with the ministry take over and you're having a meeting later." Sang Lys told the Dark Lord.
"What are you having us do Har?" Remus asked as Tom looked through the ideas.
"I want each of you to have an elite duelling partner and you will be training with them so when we take the ministry it will be who you are fighting with. As Snape cannot fight in the ministry with us it works out perfectly as I will be with Tom." Harry explained, Tom looked up with a smirk.
"This is well planned out, especially for you, but I have a difference of opinion for the partners based on what I've seen. Of course that might change once I've seen yours in action myself."
"Who?"
"Vilkas should be with Nott, they're much more compatible."
"Ok, you did train him up." Harry agreed easily, Vilkas tilted his head.
"Who did you have me with?" He asked.
"Lucius," Harry said and grinned when Remus choked.
"Why would you put me with that?" He yelped and Harry snickered.
"I was basing it on height and power as I haven't seen the elite duel unless it was against myself, in which case I didn't take notes." Harry finished sarcastically.
"I will inform the elite tonight to keep the entire 31st free and we will begin the training then. We can work your ideas in to the ministry take over, I want Espia watching the DoML because she used to work there and will know it better than anyone. The others are up for discussion, we will decide during training." Tom said looking through the plans.
"Agreed, you know you will be training with the elite." Harry pointed out with a smirk, Tom raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
"Yes because we need to correspond our styles, oh and there isn't a more perfect time to show how amazing we actually are." Harry said simply, Tom nodded it was true he thought, Vilkas snorted.
"Oh Merlin the world is doomed if we ever find anyone with bigger egos than you two."
"We only speak the truth." Tom said solemnly.
Sang Lys was stood with his arms crossed leaning coolly against the throne as the DE's filed in, their forces we substantial and with the initiations coming up they were inducting at least another 20. Most were looking at Harry in evident fear remembering the last time he had been at a meeting, Pettigrew had met an unpleasant ending and Harry smirked which did nothing to help the DE's fear. Some of their eyes were darting around as if looking for someone and Sang Lys smirk grew vicious when Vilkas stepped out of the shadows and some flinched. They fell to their knees when the large double doors shut with a bang, Voldemort rose and silence ensued.
"Rise my faithful followers, I have good news." He began and they silently rose to their feet with their heads bowed.
"The plans have been drawn up for us to take control of the ministry." Excited whispers broke out Sang Lys smirked, Tom really did know how to work a crowd.
"I want everyone who works in the ministry to have detailed written reports on their departments and everyone who works in that department." The Dark Lord ordered,
"You will all be subject to display your duelling capabilities and you will be tested by myself, Sang Lys, the elite or the Tacita Mortes so I'd advise you make sure you have practiced." The warning was clear and some shifted uncomfortably making it clear they hadn't been duelling for a while. Tom ordered them all to stay in as all DE's were lying low and reminded them to practice, he dismissed them calling for the elite. As soon as the doors were sealed Tom dropped his glamour and the elite removed their masks, Sang Lys pushed himself away from the throne and slowly walked around the room muttering an incantation under his breath, he felt the wards settle in place and made he was back to the dais.
"We are in the final stages for the intricate details of the Ministry take over." Tom told them, "And Sang Lys here came up with an impressive idea,"
"You will be subject to an intense training program where you will have a duelling partner based on your skill, power and style." The assassin easily picked up from where Tom left off, the elite looked interested and Sang Lys smirked. "But your new duelling partners will be from my Tacita Mortes." The assassin told them and their eyes widened in different emotions. Bella was excited and clapped happily,
"My Lord, Master, can I have Espia please." She asked and she gave Tom the puppy dog eyes which, however much he wanted to deny it, always worked, he simply adored the crazy woman. Sang Lys bit back a grin as he saw Vilkas turn to hide his snickers, it didn't seem to work as Tom tossed a blasting hex at him. Vilkas blocked it and held up his hands in surrender, Tom turned back to Bella with a small smile.
"Of course Bella, Sang Lys and I agree that it would be best but we shall check your compatibility on the 31st. You all need to be here on that day by 10am no later, clear your schedules for the entire day." Sang Lys rolled his eyes, like Tom wouldn't give Bella whatever she wanted, Harry swore he treated her more like a daughter than a follower.
"The training will cover pretty much everything, we will be focusing on making sure you can work smoothly with your pair and myself and your Lord will be working together because we all will be there taking the ministry." Sang Lys told them.
"Severus, you shall not be at the ministry take over because the old fool will want you to help the order. You will train on the individual practices or he will be suspicious." Tom said and Snape nodded silently thankful, Vilkas strolled over to his toy and mockingly petted him much to Harry's malicious glee, he muttered something in the Potions master's ear and Snape paled.
"What have I told you about glamours pet?" Vilkas chided, and Harry bit his tongue. "You should be proud." Vilkas flicked his wand and the glamour dropped, Snape's appearance changes and he actually looked clear and decent, but more importantly his neck was dickered in bites and scratches and his lips were abused; Harry barely kept in his hysterical laughter. He was saving the memory for Cien for sure.
"I like what you've done Vilkas," He commented walking around the throne to hide his grin, Tom was smirking in his throne and Harry knew he had made the right decision. Sang Lys suddenly got a thought and narrowed his eyes, he stalked towards Lucius circling the blond until he stopped by Malfoy Sr's ear.
"Luciusss," Sang Lys hissed the blond shuddered, the assassin licked the blonde's neck oh how he had missed toying with his favourite elite member. He trailed little nips and kisses along Lucius' jaw stopping at the corner of his lips and stepped back.
"Your son has displeased me Lucius." Sang Lys informed him and everyone's eyes widened including Tom's but only Harry spotted that.
"M-my son Master?" Lucius actually stuttered much to Sang Lys' amusement.
"Indeed he is lucky to be alive actually, I had to be reminded not to kill him in school." Sang Lys said in a bland tone walking back up to the throne, he could see the questions in the Dark Lords eyes so he gave an invisible nod.
"What did he do Master?"
"Against my wishes and warnings he touched one of my toys." Sang Lys stated and the reactions were instant. Tom and Vilkas closed their eyes and shook their heads, Severus and Lucius winced and the rest of the elite stepped away from Malfoy in something akin to horror.
"How did you find out?" Bella asked as Lucius didn't seem to know what to say, Sang Lys smirked.
"I saw him of course." Sang Lys said as if it was obvious.
"But he has been at Hogwarts?" She muttered confused; Harry grinned.
"Yes he has and so have I, I do still attend Hogwarts." Sang Lys smirked when the entire elite's jaws dropped.
"I think I may have broken your toys milord." Harry said in a childish and Tom rolled his eyes.
"You have toys, I have followers. I am not nearly as possessive to my followers as you." Tom told him with a smirk, Sang Lys grinned rather frighteningly.
"Of course, no one touches what is mine."
"Except Malfoy Jr obviously." Tom pointed out in clear mocking, Sang Lys' face darkened considerably, he had a murderous glare on his face much to Tom's amusement.
"He will learn not to do it again, especially as he knew not to do it in the first place and still proceeded to kiss my toy." Sang Lys snarled furious at the reminder, this seemed to snap the elite back in to reality.
"You still go to Hogwarts!" Bella exclaimed.
"Yes, how else did you think I got my information? Why, how old did you think I was?"
"Older than Hogwarts." Nott breathed.
"Well I'm not, but that is neither here nor there. Lucius your son will be punished severely," Sang Lys expression turned sadistic, little Malfoy clearly wanted his attention so he would have it.
"I would have words with your son Lucius because he will be punished but if he angers me again he will not live." Lucius swallowed hard, but muttered his acceptance. He would be having words with his son at the nearest convenience.
So the new and updated chapter 11 is up, I hope you liked it! Sang Lys does not like when his toys are touched. I made Pettigrew meet an unfortunate end! Please, please, please tell me what you think in a review, I really what to know your opinions so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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