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A/N: things now tie together! :D I hope you like! And I am so sorry it took so long to update been busy and went on a small holiday! Anyway I hope this was worth the long wait. Please review!
Chapter Thirteen – Both the Dark and Light
(Lucius P.O.V)
"All he all he ever wanted was a family Severus…That was all he ever wanted…" I looked across to my subordinate who was carefully brewing a potion for our precious. Our precious, Harry, was meanwhile lying in bed, sleeping peacefully.
"He has a family now love, he has us. Calm your nerves." He handed me a clear vial which I quickly downed. It tasted like mangos, but there was always the lingering after tastes that I didn't particularly like, but then again who would like the taste of toad slime?
As I sat watching Severus brew the latest potion a warm air began to fill my veins, making the blood slowly begin to boil under the surface. I could feel the skin moving on my arm bubbling in places, almost like the effects of polyjuice potion. Just when it began to recede a jab of ice hit in the centre of my arm digging in deep, twisting, severing the veins, stopping the blood flow, numbing the muscle into a ridged form, feeling as though it was ripping my skin apart. Then as quick as it came it receded, leaving my skin cold and muscle burn.
"He's…Calling!" Severus looked up quickly. The almost ran across the room and ran a hand over my arm, I almost screamed in pain. Visibly shook he pulled up his own sleeve.
"He…He never called me…Lucius he's found a way to modify it!" He began to pace the room shaking his head from side to side. Pausing in front of the fire he began to mumble incoherently.
"I must go. I will keep him in the dark about Harry, unless I must. Even then I will defend him with my life." I looked at him. "I promise." Taking hold of his shoulder once I gave it a small squeeze.
The whispered "I love you." followed me out to the apparition point.
Taking a deep breath I then pressed my wand to my forearm and let myself be pulled through, what felt like a small damp tunnel. Upon arriving I bent my knees steadying the landing. Quickly brushing off all the dirt I stood up and made my way through the house. Hallway after hallway of dark green tiles and black carpets, frame with no pictures and chandleries with wax hanging down where the candles which had once rested upon them now hung. Finally I came to my destination, a red and silver door.
I knocked twice and then stood outside. A voice sounded from within.
"Come in Lucius." I turned the handle and made my way into the room. "Lucius, my friend! Welcome! Welcome," he looked up from his desk where several piles of papers stood. "I have need of you, information…of sorts. Rumours, rumours that need to be solved."
"What rumours are these my lord?"
"That the whereabouts of a certain Mr. Potter is unknown and that his own house seems to fail him. So tell me Lucius, do you know about this?" I swallowed uneasily, taking a deep breath before having the courage to speak.
"Mr Potters whereabouts is unknown, and yes his house is failing him, I believe they have partitioned for a move of house." Saying no more than necessary I took the chair opposite him.
"Not all things are what we thought then Lucius, Mr Potter must be worse than me…" I steeled my teeth together in a tight grip. "He must be a horror to teach, an insolent child and one without any virtues. Obviously a spoilt brat from birth, tainted with riches, it seems his mind is a wonder of its own." Biting my tongue I kept back from lashing out to defend my mate. My submissive mate. "Why an earth he thinks he can defeat me, I have no clue. I knew the potter's where rich and arrogant but seriously, stupid rich kid. I'm surprised he hasn't latched onto some rich bitch yet." That was one step too far. I quickly stood from my chair. Knocking it over in the process.
"IT'S ALL LIES! HARRY IS A CARING YOUNG BOY! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT HIM! HE WAS NEVER SPOILT! NEVER! YOU KNOW NOTHING. NOTHING!" Swiftly turning I made for the door.
"My, my, who would have thought, you mated to Potter." I could hear the small sneer. I turned to him my eyes cold and calculating.
"You know nothing. We have not mated. He is my mate, we are not mated." This took him back a step. He stood watching me.
"I thought your inner vampire…" I nodded once and turned opening the door when a whisper met my ears. "Show me."
"Please follow me then."
Walking to the gates of number four, Privet Drive, I let my mind wander as to what I could do to prove it to him. Just as I heard him come up behind me an idea came to mind; the magic of memories. They were always stronger when they were from the place they happened in, and by what Severus and I had managed to decipher a lot of it happened here.
"Alohomora!" The door swung open to reveal a tidy and sweet smelling house, but an air of unease and great sadness ran throughout. It was etched within the very fabric of the walls. It was magic, uncontrolled and calling desperately for help.
"I take it we shall both be doing this?" His voice was tight as he took a seat on the sofa in the room.
"Yes, I think we shall." Taking a seat opposite him I closed my eyes. The words rolled off my tongue as I went into a deeper trance.
(Memories)
"Petunia darling, the filth is crying again." The woman came out from the kitchen and went into the cupboard under the stairs. When she opened it, it revealed a small child crying with its arms open. The child's face was red with tears streaming down it.
"Stupid brat!" she slapped the child…No…Toddler across the face and stalked out to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle then slammed it down on a shelf just out of the child reach. "You can have it when you work for it." The child watched her with wide eyes. The door was once more closed, the child looked at the bottle and it came to him. He began to feed himself.
A boy stood on a stool and was stirring a pot of, what looked like, noodles. As he was cooking a woman walked him. Her face long like a horses would be. She stood over him sneering.
"Hurry up Brat."
"Yes aunt Petunia." He quickly took the pan over to the sink and drained off the water before adding a sauce and serving it on three plates. Taking over to where a table sat in the middle of the room. His stomach made a growling sound as he looked at the food.
The boy stood in the garden. It was snowing and dark. He wore no clothes other than a jumper that was too large. The boy looked no older than five but the two on lookers knew he was probably seven. As they looked down the snow below the boy was stained red. The boy shakily went to his knees and curled up on his side. They saw that the back of the shirt was clinging to his skin were the blood was coming from.
Beating after beating memory flowed through both of their visions. They thought the worst of it was what they had seen yet what happened next they both were never prepared for.
Harry was tied to the kitchen table his back up. A fat man was leaning over him with a knife in his hand slowly carving letters into his back then ripping the skin from the middle of it. Blood was pouring out of his back his whole body twitching. Looking at his face you could see the white of his eyes as his mouth was open in a silent scream.
"Please…i…beg…." A broken whisper came from the boy. But the man carried on. At some point Harry lost consciousness. And they were thrown out into another.
"I get to have you first is that understood?" The older man's voice came from behind the door. The two onlookers went into the room and saw him sat on the closed toilet seat as he unzipped his trousers. The boy's eyes went wide as older man pulled himself out of his boxers. His small hard red dick poked out. A twinkle in his eye as the boy visibly began to shake. Then boy began to get on his knees but the old man tutted and pulled him closer. "Oh no, not like that…" An evil smirk crossed his face as he lifted the boy into his lap. Harry was shaking violently as the man thrust into him without preparation. He howled in discomfort and pain as he was fully seated on the older man. The fat man moaned and took the small hips in his hands beginning to lift him up and drop him back down.
The two onlookers looked on with shock.
After what felt like an eternity, to the two onlookers, it finished. The boy stood holding onto the bathroom sink. Blood began to seep down the boys legs, he had been ripped. His uncle smirked and dressed himself again. The small dick still covered in the boys blood. They were forced out but not before they noticed the old man putting a collar on the boy.
(Great Hall – Dinner) (Dumbledore's P.O.V)
I smiled as I sat in the great hall watching all the students eat. With a flick of my wand the doors closed and everyone looked up. I stood up from where I sat and smiled down over my glasses.
"Tonight I have two very important messages. First of all, all N.E.W.T exams have been brought forwards a week due to unforeseen circumstances within the Ministry. Secondly; Harry please come up and join me." Many voices then started up. The small boy stood and walked up the steps to where I stood. Pointing at a spot beside me he complied and stood there. "There have been many problems within Gryffindor these few years, problems which have brought negative emotions into such a good hearted and, a normally, well worked house. These events must stop immediately so that the house can regain its once, unbeatable, pride and composure, no house deserves to suffer like the Gryffindors have had to. Many of the student in Gryffindor have realised this of late. Recently a petition has been signed." This caught this interest of all people in the hall. "This petition was brought to me and I agreed to let the action be carried forward." There was silence within the hall. I turned to face the boy who stood beside me, his face pale and drawn. "As from this moment on, you, Harry James Potter, are no longer in Gryffindor house of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The hall went into a deadly silence. Then a thump as Harry Potter fell beside me.