Chapter five

Induction

Two weeks later and the mood of the entirety of death eater ranks was anticipatory. Darren was finally controlled enough to be told the secrets of Old Magick. In a ceremony taking place at dusk he would be bonded to his father. Through that bond Voldemort could teach him better, and Darren would have some power over the lower death eaters. It was still only the inner circle death eaters that knew exactly who Darren was. The rest just knew him as Voldemort's right hand man.

Darren was already being prepared for the ceremony and it was barely noon. He was given a bath with special potions in the water. His long hair was brushed with oils to make it glossy and tame. He was dressed in jet black robes, that had a snake motif on the bottom done in such a way you almost had to already know it was their to see it. He was told not to eat or drink anything except for the potions he was given periodically throughout the day.

When he finally made his appearance for the ceremony he heard quite a few startled gasps. The changes his body had under gone were very good to him. He looked good and he knew it. He also had power he was now comfortable with. It showed in his upright posture and proud visage. He definitely looked older then his sixteen years of life. Some of the gasps were from surprise other's were from pure appreciation of a beautiful form. The source of one of those gasps was definitely unexpected, and very definitely male.

Darren pretended not to notice as he went to stand next to his father. They now matched heights and taken together was an impressive match. For this occasion and only this one Darren bowed fully to his father. It was all part of the highly ritualistic ceremony.

Voldemort stood over his son and started reciting lines in an unidentifiable language. All Darren knew was the liquidy tones were beautiful and sounded like song even when spoken. He knew the chants purpose was to begin the bindings; his part was to accept or decline the magic his father was weaving around him.

When he heard the right spot in the chant he quickly said his part. A few more lyrical words from his father and strange sensations started in his body. He felt warm like he had just sat next to a cheery fire. Inside that warmth he could feel his magic core the very soul of him shifting and altering. Instead of just one consciousness directing it there was now two.

Darren felt his mind becoming entwined with his fathers, and then he felt smaller jolts of the lesser death eaters joining his mind. The way this part worked is the bond between him and his father went both ways. The bond with the death eaters only went one. He could tell where they were they couldn't sense him.

Finally he felt his magic shift, instead of being centered in his mind it was centered in his heart. It made the magic purer. It also became harder to control running on instinct more then anything. With the shift in his magic came the shift in awareness. Now everything held power and life to him.

Finally when the time of twilight ended and it was fully night the transformation was complete. He could feel the power within him just barely restrained. His entire being ached with the need to release that power.

"Darren, Severus follow me." Voldemort said loud enough for them all to hear letting the others know they were dismissed and could go back to parting. Then he said only loud enough for Darren and Severus to hear. "So, I think it's time for your first lesson. Severus I would be grateful for your assistance?"

"Yes my lord, you don't even need to ask." Severus replied.

"Where are we going father?" Darren asked curiously after the three of them had walked for awhile.

"To a special place. It's and old clearing that holds abundant amounts of Wild Magick in the very dirt and rock of the place. Severus should remember it. I take every new recruit there for their first lesson." Voldemort replied evenly.

Severus then spoke to the young man. "Yes, I do remember it. You will like it Darren it's beautiful." Just like you. He finished in his mind what he didn't dare say aloud. I mean he couldn't believe he was thinking such things at all. A.) Darren was young enough to be his son. B.) it would put both their lives at risk. C.) last but not least this was his Lord's son. He might be favored now but he shuddered to think what would happen if Voldemort disapproved of his thoughts. Who was he kidding anyway; Darren would never return the feelings.

He might have thought differently if he knew that Darren had been fighting similar thoughts for awhile. Severus was totally different then the menacing Professor Snape Darren knew at school. He fought down those thoughts as he followed his father. I mean seriously Severus would never return the feelings.

A/N sorry I know it's short but I feel guilty not updateing for so long. I have been struck by two seprete yet equally vicous plot bunnies. One for an original story and for another fanfiction. I doubt I will get much work done on this fic if I don't let those loose so be on a look out for a new story from me. Oh and I am going back to school on Monday so updates should be fairly regular but not close together I'll try updateing every weekend but sorry in adavance for any long waits its my senior year and school comes first.