Disclaimer: Neither Lady-Treason, nor I own Harry Potter or anyone in his universe. But we will use him anyway we like, not crossing those legal lines. Vanteeras are Treason's and the brilliant ideas are mine. Hehe.

Like she said, the Vanteera idea and creature is entirely mine, though you will see it in other stories from challenges and such. I don't care what Tinks said, the basic plot was mine, she just fluffed it up… a little.

This story is co-written by Tinkering and Lady-Treason. I think so far we've agreed to do this chapter by chapter so…the short ones are mine that she'll probably be fluffing up, lol, and I don't think updates will be fast. Maybe once every two weeks?

The Last Vanteera:

Betrayed and Betrayer

Chapter Ten

By tinkering and Lady-Treason

A couple more weeks in his interminably extended stay at Voldemort's mansion had passed, with he and his host continuing their now, routine day. Breakfast with whatever Death Eaters were staying at the mansion then, Harry would go his way and Voldemort his, lunch they again joined whoever was there in the dining room. After lunch he could have an hour to himself, usually he read, before Voldemort came for him and they proceeded to the training room. Dinner, was as breakfast and lunch though this time usually found them chatting together and sitting next to each other and after dinner they went off to Voldemort's sitting room to talk together as they did every evening, Harry with a glass of wine, Voldemort with a brandy or whiskey.

His lessons, though they had technically moved on from his self-control-based training, were still a lesson in just that for him. He ignored the fact he was rolling around with, grappling onto and pouncing on his mate and tried really hard to ignore his libido but it was testing. Gods, it was testing. Especially when he was this close to just pinning him to the floor, purring his need and then humping himself to completion.

Harry sighed wistfully, eyes narrowed on his opponent and wings tucked tight behind his body, before jumping him again. Voldemort braced against him for a half a minute before Harry toppled him over. He had the strength of an immortal so he didn't expect Voldemort to hold up to him. The fact he didn't fall right over was a credit to him. And then he got rolled onto his back and hissed as double weights were lain on his wings.

"Instead of putting all your momentum…into getting me down, why don't you…save some to get away!"

Harry was released as Voldemort rolled away and lay on his back panting.

"You are already stronger than most opponents you could face. Analyze, with room for error, how much power could be needed to take them down and then," Voldemort stood, breathing heavy and brushed himself down. "Pounce. But not to hold down, as you see, if they get you on your back you're in trouble, but for a quick attack then a quick exit. While they're on the ground wondering where you've gone, you can be by then on your knees, or with your power, feet, and then…you've got the advantage." A slow smirk came over the Dark Lord's face.

Harry rolled onto his stomach and mashed his face into the carpet with a groan.

"Oh, stuff it." He muttered against the green-snake motif rug.

"Would you not like to demonstrate on me?" The low voice said smugly.

Harry pushed himself on his arms, levering himself up. "Just to shut you up."

Harry stood and they circled each other slowly, waiting out the other's relaxation. Harry cracked his wings in irritation. Dammit! He was getting horny listening to Voldemort pant and the man was now bloody giving him that stare. Then he realized the teacher was getting tired and it was best for the student to pounce now. His eyes narrowed and he rocked forward lightly, making the man tense before rocking backwards. And…NOW!

He rocketed forward again and then pulled back on his momentum watching as Voldemort's red eyes widened in quick surprise as he fell to the floor and Harry's body fell to straddle his. Flicking out his claws airily and poising them over his mentor's chest he asked shamelessly with an insolent smirk.

"Like this?"

Voldemort panted under him, legs twitching weakly under Harry's weight and his face contorted slightly before he slitted his eyes open.

"Yes. Just like…this. Though you might want…to get up immediately after killing them…if you don't want witnesses to think you're into necrophilia." At Harry's blank look he leered. "Due to the hard on you're sporting."

Harry's face took on a red flush as he sprung up suddenly. And as was always becoming part of their routine…as soon as he backed off…

"Yes, well. Let's move on to the theory of hand-to-hand combat."

Remus and Sirius sat back in their chairs and swept their gazes over the other members of the Order of Phoenix. They wondered, once again, who else had been in on what the old bastard did to Harry. Did any of them know? Alastor and Albus were close, if anybody knew what had happened, then 'Mad-Eye' did. The only way that they could see Moody going along with something like this, was if Dumbledore had somehow managed to convince him that Harry was turning 'Dark'.

After all, everybody knew that there was nothing Moody hated more than Dark Wizards.

He wouldn't even have needed proof. Nobody trusted Albus Dumbledore as much as Moody did. Sirius looked at the man for a minute with narrowed eyes, but as usual, he was completely unreadable.

Another thing was that Dumbledore still hadn't told anybody about Harry's apparent disappearance. Molly had asked how Harry was doing, and Dumbledore had merely replied that he was well and being looked after. Seeing him lie so easily now and without so much a twitch was almost frightening…

… To think what he could have lied to them about over the years.

It was startling to realise just how much trust that they themselves had put into the old bastard over the years. He shook his head and turned back to Remus, listening half-heartedly to what was being said.

He had only just realised what danger they were in. Dumbledore knew that they had been 'captured' by Voldemort. He knew that Harry was obviously with the dark lord. How long would it take him to put two and two together? Remus and placed a secrecy charm up over them last night and Sirius had thought he was being paranoid. Now… well, now he was relieved somewhat.

Albus Dumbledore wasn't a nice man – and here they were playing right under his nose.

"Is there any word from Harry?" Remus asked calmly and Sirius blinked at him for a minute before shaking his head inwardly, sure that the werewolf should have been in Slytherin. "Any idea when he'll be back yet?"

Dumbledore looked at him closely then through narrowed eyes before his expression softened slightly and he smiled.

"No, sorry, but I'm afraid not. I know you miss him – but when he comes back he should be … a changed man."

Oh you could say that again.

"Okay, thank you, I just thought I'd ask." Remus replied politely, inclining his head and Dumbledore's twinkle doubled as he returned the nod and then carried on. Sirius felt a hand grab onto his leg tightly and knew, from the tightened lips, that his lover was pissed off.

"Onto the next line of business for now – Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger's induction to the Order … are there any protests." Dumbledore asked as he glanced around and both Sirius and Remus were surprised when nobody, not even Molly Weasley, lifted their hands.

So they did.

"Remus?"

"I think we should wait until Harry returns and induct them together. Ron and Hermione both have their talents that would be of use to us – but I think that the time spent would be better used training them how to use those talents until Harry gets back." he said calmly, speaking the first thing that came into his mind.

"I see. Sirius?"

"I think we should watch them for a while. They're acting oddly lately – giving Remus and me the cold shoulder, ignoring us when we speak to them – glaring when they think we're not looking. There's no reason for this change – so why?" Sirius replied without hesitation and had to resist the urge to give himself a pat on the back. It was a load of bullshit, of course, but they had been doing everything he just said – when they were out into the open and could be seen.

"Why indeed." Dumbledore replied, watching them both closely once more. "We shall wait then, for two more weeks, and see what happens. Sirius, Remus, I would like to speak to you after the meeting."

"Of course."

They sat back then and watched for the rest of the meeting, both of them lost in similar thoughts. They weren't safe here – Dumbledore was suspicious. It didn't help that they themselves didn't want to be here. They wanted to be with Harry, but they had to decide what would be the most help to their godson – staying here as spies, or leaving before Dumbledore managed to find out what happened, they were killed, or they killed the old man.

The meeting was packing up before long but both Remus and Sirius stayed seated, watching as the others left, chatting to themselves. Eventually, when the two of them and Dumbledore were left – the old man stood up and smiled at them widely.

"Would you come to my office please? We could have a spot of tea." He offered, watching closely as the two Gryffindors nodded, seemingly without hesitation, and stood up.

It was time to get some answers.

"Ron, Hermione, what are you doing here?" Molly Weasley asked in surprise as she saw the two in question stood hand in hand by her back door. She gestured them in out of the rain quickly and then stepped to the side so that they could enter. A few quick checks ensured that the sombre looking witch and wizard were indeed who they said they were.

"We need to speak to you mum." Ron said slowly as he glanced around the kitchen. There was nobody else in the room, but judging by the knives and food flying around the room, she was cooking for more people than herself. "We need to speak to the whole family – it's urgent – and its secret."

Molly Weasley watched with a frown as her son released Hermione's hand and then took out his own wand. The two of them moved around the kitchen then, muttering many charms, one of which she knew was 'reveal'. They were checking for bugs and listening-in charms.

Realizing that these two in particular were not much for pranks, she waved her wand and cast a Sonorus before calling Arthur, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and Ginny down the stairs. When that was done, she sat down at the table and continued to watch, bewildered, as Ron and Hermione carried on their checks for anything.

Apparently, they found something.

"This room won't do." Hermione murmured to Ron and then moved off into the living room while Ron stayed behind with his mother. He didn't say anything to reassure here, even though he saw just how worried she was, and simply waited silently and grim.

The others came bounding down the stairs quickly with their wands out, wondering what all the racket was about and then stopped when they saw that it was just their little brother. Finally, after a good five minutes of them all sitting there, Hermione slipped back into the kitchen and nodded.

"There were a few light listening-in charms in there, but I took them down, put up a silencing charm and we'll put up some locking charms."

"Right. Everybody into the living room then please." Ron instructed firmly, leaving no room for arguments. He watched as his family exchanged looks before they did as they were asked, recognizing that it wasn't often for Ron – or Hermione – to act like this.

Once they were all filed into the other room and sitting comfortably, and once they'd thrown up several more silencing charms and locking charms on the door, they sat in silence.

Ron and Hermione were stood in front of them all, hands clasped as they looked at each other nervously, wondering where they would start. They decided to go along with the way that Remus and Sirius had told them.

"What we're about to tell you could, quite frankly, get us killed." Hermione stated cautiously, watching their reactions. "And not from whom you think."

That startled them.

"Therefore, we need to ask you to give us your oaths that, no matter what you hear today, you will not speak of it unless you take serious and heavy precautions so that you will not be overheard – and we want your permission to use secrecy charms over you."

"I don't understand. What's happened?" Molly asked in disbelief, unable to comprehend what could be so dangerous that they would go to all these precautions. Neither Ron nor Hermione answered. They couldn't.

Then Arthur stood up.

"I, Arthur Weasley, give my oath to you as a wizard that I shall never reveal or discuss what you tell us here." Arthur said formally and seriously, looking his son directly in the eyes. "Should I break this oath, I do so under the conditions that my magic be taken away from me, and I suffer a long and painful death."

One by one the rest of the family followed his example, lastly was Molly, who was still in a state of shock and growing concern.

When they had all got that over with, both Ron and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little bit, nodding.

"You will not like what we're going to tell you one bit – and you won't want to believe it. We didn't want to believe it when we found out – but we've seen with our own eyes." Ron murmured softly, sitting on the edge of the settee now and pulling Hermione down onto his knee.

"My brother has not been anywhere near a training camp or school for this past year." Hermione continued for him, ignoring the blinks. "Indeed. We all know what he is, right? We all know that he is a Vanteera – and probably the very last of his kind."

They received nods from everyone.

"Do you want to know what Albus Dumbledore has done to my brother this last year? Do you want to know what has truly happened?" She asked seriously, looking around for their reactions. Once again they received nods from everyone – this time hesitant.

"Albus? I don't understand…" Arthur murmured this time, looking apprehensive.

"The day Harry was sent away 'training' was the day he returned from Voldemort. He and five Dumbledore-selected Ministry Aurors had gone on a mission. He and Voldemort were dueling – Harry was actually winning because Voldemort was trying to talk to him about something and just as Harry was halfway through the killing curse … one of the Aurors that Dumbledore chose attacked him from behind with a dark curse. It was no accident." Hermione interrupted firmly, keeping her eyes locked on Mr. Weasley's.

"Harry was then taken by Voldemort. Only – instead of torturing or killing him, Voldemort actually healed and helped him. Harry was still confused – he jumped out of the window and he flew back to Hogwarts the best he could. He collapsed on the grounds, and Dumbledore came running out with some fat squib of a man next to him. The next day, Harry was gone." Ron continued before anything else could be said and anybody could interrupt.

"Perhaps it was all a ploy – the Auror might have been a Death Eater or at least a sympathizer and so decided to help Voldemort get Harry to join him." Bill pointed out and Ron lifted an eyebrow.

"Have you ever known Dumbledore to not check arms for dark marks and minds for doubts?" he asked pointedly, and wasn't surprised when he received no reply. "Well, we believed that he'd been sent away for training as well – but we couldn't understand why he didn't tell us first, or at least leave a note with Dumbledore to pass on. We found out not so long ago."

"Remus and Sirius had been getting worried. They codeda letter to Harry, in a code that only Harry would recognize – and yet when we all finally received a reply – the code was completely ignored. The letter wasn't from Harry. The two marauders then spent months looking for Harry, tracking charms that they had hidden on the letter. Eventually, they gave in – and arranged for a neutral meeting with Voldemort."

"They arranged to be captured." Hermione continued loudly over the gasps of surprise and looks of disbelief. "And when they spoke to Voldemort – they passed forward their concerns, only to find out that Voldemort had been searching for Harry too. Not to kill him, but because if anybody knows who Dumbledore truly is – it's Voldemort. Dumbledore's ex-apprentice."

"Basically. With Voldemort's help – they found Harry the next day." Ron murmured softly, brushing his hand through his hair. "They found him where Dumbledore had forced him into his natural form and left him – with his magic blocked, locked in a cage at a freak show. He had been there all year."

That shocked them all into silence and so Ron and Hermione could continue with their story without being interrupted.

"Please sit down." Dumbledore offered pleasantly as he seated himself behind his desk and poured three cups of tea. Two was placed in front of them and the third the old man kept for himself – but for once, he didn't drink out of it straight away. Remus and Sirius exchanged looks out of the corner of their eye and then reached for their, undoubtedly, potion-laced tea.

Knowing that their important information was locked behind a secrecy charm, they nodded once more and then drank from the cup.

One thing was clear though – they would have to put serious thought into leaving. It would all depend on what they were asked now.

The three of them sat in what appeared to be a comfortable silence for a while then as they all basically waited for the potions to work. Then Dumbledore leant forward, a gleam in his eyes, and stared straight at them.

"Do you know where Harry is?" he asked, watching as the two sets of his unfocused and glazed over.

"No."

"Do you believe me when I say that he is away for training?"

"No."

"Why don't you believe me?"

"Harry wouldn't not write-"

"His training was nearly complete."

Both Remus and Sirius replied at the same time and Dumbledore sat back, watching them closely once more.

"But he did write." He pointed out carefully, watching as the glazed eyes flickered slightly.

"Harry Potter didn't write that letter." Remus replied this time and Dumbledore blinked in surprise. For them to actually answer like that meant that they knew for a fact. That they were certain. How could they know?

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Harry missed our code."

"Do you know who wrote it?"

"No."

Albus sat back in his chair again and clasped his hands together in front of him on his desk. He had to wonder, for the first time, where he had gone wrong. Richard was dead, horribly so, and there was no doubt in his mind that Harry had been the one to kill him. His sweet Harry! Yes indeed, something drastically had gone wrong in this plan of his.

He was supposed to go and pick up Harry from that little freak show when the boy showed signs of breaking, then Harry was to throw himself at his feet and beg for forgiveness. That way ensuring that Harry would never turn to the Dark and never question him again.

How could something so simple have gone so wrong?

There was only one place that Harry could be now and that was with Voldemort. Was he there willingly? Had this whole thing backfired on him? Then again, he had known that there was a risk. He had known that if Voldemort – or anybody else got there first – then Harry would be easily swayed.

Therefore – it shouldn't be that difficult to sway him back. Albus did, after all, have the advantage of a guilt trip. Richard was such a fine young and healthy man… he smiled indulgently to himself as he turned his thoughts back to the two in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"Remus John Lupin."

"Sirius Orion Black."

"Are you or have you at any time been placed under the Imperius Curse?"

"No."

"What happened while you were held by Voldemort."

"Severus Snape cursed us but left us alone for the most part."

"Do you trust me?"

"No."

A/N: Long time no update?#smirks# I hope this appeases you. And if you read Days Like These and you happen to read this first...brace yourself for the next chapter my darlings...I'm going to hurt you. #evil maniac laugh#

Anyways, updates on other stories...soon I hope my friends, soon. I don't actually have writer's block. I just don't want to write on them. Days is almost finished #on the comp, not on updates# and the last couple of chapters are flowing out of my keyboard now like water so I want to get it all down while it's here. So yeah, that's what I'm working on and why the only things being updated are the ones with backlogged chapters.

Also, #I have a lot of fics on my comp no one has seen# I have a Harry Potter/Smallville crossover fic in the making...yes, I've finally fallen to crossovers...so ya, ALL IN FAVOUR SAY AYE! AND ALL NOT IN FAVOUR SAY NAY.