Ah, I have to write another disclaimer here, for I took a part of a song of Love never Dies, the Sequel of Phantom of the Opera. -which I don't really like, cause it could have been a fanfiction story O.o The music is good though.- So, I don't own Love Never Dies, or any of the songs. I just thought it fitting in the story here. For the ones who want to hear it: www. youtube watch? v=FRYDylWDkV0&feature=related
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Harry closed the door behind him, looking at the crowd that had filled the meeting room. To his relief, he saw that Devaki and the others had come as well, so he quickly walked over to them and dropped in the seat next to the woman. –He was so glad that his lover didn't expect them to remain kneeling on the stone floor for the whole meeting-.
"Hey." He said, and she looked at him with excitement.
"Hey! So, ready for another lesson after this is over?"
"Ah, about that… Apparently the wards could just barely hold my magic within them, and Marvolo got kinda angry about that in an 'I'm worried about you' way, so I'm not allowed to use magic again till I'm back at school."
"Marvolo… the Dark Lord?"
"Yeah."
"You know, it's weird, hearing his name like that."
"What, should I call him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named then? "
"Yes, I suppose it's kind of long to scream during sex…" she smirked, and laughed when he sent her a death glare. Luckily, he did not need to answer her, for Marvolo started speaking.
"Welcome to all of you, my followers. This day's meeting will be brief. When I call your name, give me a short update of the progress of your current missions. After that, I want my Inner Circle to stay behind."
Many people nodded, and when the reports began, he tried to understand who had what sort of mission, trying to determine the strong and weak points of every Death Eater. He made a mental note of every spy that had been installed somewhere and people who had jobs at the Ministry, of whom were more than he had expected. If he ever wanted to visit the Ministry, he needed to know who to trust. Another interesting point was brought up by one of 'his' group, Ryder. He was one of the younger Death Eaters and had light-brown, slightly spiked hair and very strange eyes which reminded him of someone else. And after the man had spoken, he knew why.
"My Lord, I am currently seeking help for my mission among my kind. I am not certain I can get other packs to join your cause on my own, but I have spoken to my Alpha, and he agrees to help our cause. Once he will express his thoughts to the other werewolves, you will have another pack behind you, for there are none whom I know that will object."
"Were there any difficulties?"
Ryder hesitated before nodding. "Yes My Lord… our pack, Nicane, has difficulties with the Winter Howl's, which is led by Greyback." He said, giving a short nod to the other werewolf, who sat not too far away, and gazed at him with piercing eyes. "My Alpha wants those problems solved before he'll inform the others that we support you."
"What are these problems about?" the Dark Lord said, his eyes shifting from the one to the other.
"Hunting territory." Ryder said stiffly, and Greyback growled.
"Listen well, cub. You can tell whiny-dog that we're the bigger pack, so we need more ground than you."
"Don't you dare to insult my Alpha!" Ryder said, jumping to his feet, and Greyback snarled.
"Watch your mouth, or I'll rip your throat out!"
Harry saw Marvolo was rubbing his temples and softly muttering in himself. He probably had to deal with those sorts of fights more than he wanted.
"Silence! Both of you, or you can fight this out in the dungeons!" he said on a dangerous tone. "Dusk, sit down, Greyback, leave the insults for when you're out of this room, understood?"
Ryder sat down, still seething in fury, and Greyback threw him a haughty look before pointedly looking away.
"Dusk, tell me more."
"It's about the land on the border of Ryedale and Scarborough. It belonged to our pack, but as Winter howl's got more wolves, it claimed the ground as theirs. Nicane obviously wasn't happy about it, but we decided to share. However, someone didn't think that enough and broke the treaty, usurping the territory through violence."
"Greyback?"
"We needed more ground. The strongest survive." the wolf said, shrugging.
"You'll share." Marvolo said on a decisive tone that left no room for argument.
Greyback obviously wasn't happy about it and, not thinking about what he was doing, shot the Dark Lord a dirty look and snarled at him. The mood in the room shifted, freezing, it seemed, and slowly, the Dark Lord rose, his eyes narrowed at Greyback.
"Do you dare to question my authority Greyback? Do you?"
"I..." the wolf stammered, gulping as black tendrils of magic wrapped around him. "I apologise... forgive me... I didn't think."
"That, was obvious. Crucio" the wolf fell to the ground, twisting in agony, and threw his head back, howling out in pain until the curse was released. Harry couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He still wasn't used to the discipline that was upheld here, and to see that his lover's eyes, which had often looked at him with a soft tenderness, were now harsh and cold as ice, made Harry shiver, though he had to admit it suited the man, this side of him. And it was also kind of an arousing sight to see him like this, all-powerful and menacing. "Next time, do think before you speak." Marvolo said coldly, his wand disappearing in his sleeve again.
He sat down on his chair, but before he could speak again, the doors burst open, and one of the guards barged in, dragging a struggling figure along. A painfully familiar figure, on top of that, who was obviously bewildered to be here.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Sirius shouted, trying to loosen the grip on his neck. "let me go!"
"No, I don't think so." Yaxley smiled sadistically before bowing, dragging Harry's Godfather with him to the ground. "My Lord. This intruder suddenly appeared on the grounds. Judging his appearance, I'm highly certain that this is Sirius Black."
"Yes, I can see that." Marvolo replied, in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Voldemort!" Sirius spat, and Harry could only watch, not able to produce any sound. "So you have returned...and more hideous than ever, it would seem..." the man said, and spat the Dark Lord in his face, who became enraged, not having expected such insolence.
Having already lost most of his patience with Greyback, he was now on the verge of exploding, and before Harry could do anything about it, Sirius was screaming on the floor. Only then did he regain control over his limbs and voice, sprinted forward and shielded Sirius, taking the curse for him. His eyes met black, disbelieving ones for a moment before he shut them in pain. However, it didn't last more than a fraction of a second and gasping, Harry fell to the floor, rolling on his side to look at his lover, who had shock and realisation written over his face, which was even paler than usual.
"Harry..." came out of two mouths, and they halted, both eyeing each other warily.
"Everyone, this meeting will be continued on a later time. Severus, stay behind."
Surprised, not having noticed the man, Harry watched his potion master get up. He himself got to his feet as well, before hesitantly helping Sirius to his feet under the frowning glance of his lover.
"Harry... it's you, isn't it? It's really you?"
"Yes, yes, it's me. Sirius, for God's sake, how did you get here?"
"I used the two-way mirror to locate you. Harry, why are you here? Are you alright?" he said anxiously, his eyes shooting glances at Voldemort, who was just standing there, not making any move to interfere, though he was staring intensely at them, something which made him feel quite nervous.
"Long story, not interesting…" Harry said hastily, and Sirius stared at him.
"Harry, you don't really believe I'll fall for that, do you?"
"I told you that you are a terrible liar." Voldemort said, and Sirius's eyes grew wide when Harry stalked towards the Dark Lord and hit him in the chest –although it seemed to have no other effect than hurting Harry's hand-.
"Then you tell him! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?"
"... How so?..."
"Well... me getting here... to the Dark... with you... actually started with you... you know."
Marvolo sighed, but smirked at Harry after that. "Come on, let's get somewhere more comfortable. I'm sure there is a lot of explaining to do."
That being said, they all followed the man, including Snape. Harry didn't have a clue why the potion's master was here, and it looked like Snape didn't know either.
"Harry..." Sirius whispered, and Harry looked at his godfather.
"Yes?"
"Shouldn't we be... running or something?"
Harry ran a hand through his hair and sighed, but didn't answer, so Sirius decided it was better to not ask anything anymore until they where wherever Voldemort was leading them. He was surprised when they entered a comfortable looking, small living room, and settled on the couches. After that, Sirius got the shock of his life when Voldemort grabbed Harry's arm and dragged the teen down in his arms.
"The hell are you doing?" Harry mumbled, blushing, and looked up at his lover.
"There will be no misunderstanding about this, Black. Harry is here because he wants to, and if you intent to try and get him to the Order, you'll first have to get past me. I hope you are aware of that that means you won't succeed at all."
Sirius, whose mouth hung agape at the possessive tone, snapped his jaw shut when Snape mumbled something about him looking ridiculous. He clenched his fists and frowned at Harry.
"Is it true? That you weren't forced?"
"Depends on how you look at it..." Harry said pensively. "I mean, I did get whirled away from the Dursley's without my explicit permission, but it wasn't like I minded... and besides..." he got red again, and ducked his head.
Snape, who figured what would be coming, turned his head away in discomfort when the Dark Lord got a hold of Harry's chin and lowered his head. Sirius froze, not able to look away when Voldemort's tongue slipped into Harry's mouth. The boy relaxed, pulling Voldemort closer, and kissed him back. Only when they parted, he realised what he had been doing, and threw a horrified glance at Sirius.
"Did you have to do that now?" He said, angrily and embarrassed.
"I gave you plenty of time to stop me." Voldemort said, shrugging, and threaded his hand in the teen's hair.
"That's beside the point! You know I can't resist that!"
"I know... but I never get tired of seeing that for myself..." he said, shooting Harry a perverted grin.
"You..." Sirius said, feeling numb while getting to his feet. "You fucking bastard. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, THAT YOU CAN FUCK MY GODSON? HE'S ONLY BEEN HERE FOR WHAT, FIVE DAYS, AND YOU'RE MAKING OUT WITH HIM?"
"Ah, Sirius!" Harry said, trying to get the man to calm down, when seeing the eyes of his lover darken dangerously.
"No Harry, stay out of this!" his godfather said, his face contorted with anger. "You obviously don't have a clue what he's trying to do to you. He's evil, Harry! He can't love! He-"
"Silencio." Marvolo murmured, and bound Sirius with a flick of his wrist, forcing him to fall back on the couch. "Black. The only reason I will not kill you for the insolence and disrespect you have shown me these past minutes is your godson. Be happy." he sneered.
"I need to speak to him in private." Harry said, and Marvolo nodded in understanding.
"I'll be just a room away when you need me." He got up, released the silencing spell and gestured for Severus to follow him.
When Sirius and he were alone, Harry crossed his arms defensively in front of his body and stared at the flickering candles that stood before the window so he could avoid his godfather's gaze.
"Harry, what have you gotten yourself into?"
"I haven't 'gotten myself into' anything bad, at least I know that. Sirius, this was my own choice."
"I don't understand. He's, he's... well, he's Voldemort for one. Did you forget what he has done? What he wants to do? What he will do if he isn´t stopped? How can you give up all of a sudden? Let's just forget the part where he kissed you."
"Don't forget." Harry said coolly. "Don't ever forget."
"But..."
"No." Harry told him in a tired voice. "For your other questions, I know what he has done, who he is. His past mistakes can not be forgotten either, but I want to strive for a new future, Sirius. And he can give that. To the world and to me"
"His future is one where only wizards will reign!"
"Merlin, why do you all believe that crap?" Harry groaned. "The Dark wants Muggles and wizards to cooperate, he wants wizards to be free to use their magic whenever they want. And I agree with one thing that you probably won't. Wizards are better than Muggles."
A shocked silence fell.
"You can't mean that. They're humans Harry. All humans, just like we are."
"Humans they may be, but they are weak, where we hold power."
"What did he do to you? I don't know you anymore."
"You never knew me!" the teen exclaimed, jumping up. "This is me! Accept it!"
"Where have your plans for fighting Voldemort gone then? You had ideals Harry, other ideals."
"Because Dumbledore kept me clueless from whatever ideals both sides had. I thought the same as you did. That the Dark was evil, and the Light was good. But you know what? I'm not too sure anymore. They let a child fight a war for them, and based on what?" he huffed, running a hand through his hair. "Now I have a choice, and I plan to change my path. My destiny cannot be set in stone already. I refuse to believe that."
"This must be some spell..." the man in front of him muttered, and Harry got up, finally looking him in the eyes, and Sirius cringed at the look in the teen's eyes.
"It is not."
"I wish it was."
"This will lead us nowhere."
"Harry, please. It's not too late. You've only been here for a few days. Surely you can't be this caught up in his web of lies already? Come back, we need you. We can save you from his darkness still!"
"And I need him. I need to be here" he said coldly, shattering every illusion his godfather could have. "If you want hope, this isn't where you'll find it. Not the hope you want."
When Sirius remained silent, Harry walked to the door Marvolo had left through, joining his lover and ignoring Sirius' pleading glance.
"Harry..." Marvolo sighed. "I'm sorry." he muttered, when seeing Harry's look.
"Is this the reaction I'll get?" Harry said softly. "With the others as well? Will they all think you are taking advantage of me somehow? That I can't take care of myself?"
Wordlessly, Marvolo drew the teen close, enveloping him in a warm hug. "I'll Obliviate him and send him back to the Order, while removing the idea he got to get here so he won't try it again and come here."
"Yes. That's probably for the best. He won't... he won't understand anyway, not even if I tried to explain it even more... When he showed up here, I thought this was the chance I had been looking for, to tell my friends and the one I consider family about you, and about my joining the Dark. However... now I see that most of them will not even want to know about it..."
The man sighed and nodded. "So you'll keep everything to yourself? Even when being at school?"
"I have to. Especially in the beginning. There might be a chance to reveal my true colours later in the year, but first I have to be absolutely sure they won't just see me as a victim of brainwashing."
"I'll send him back then."
"Hmpf, no dungeons?" Harry grinned.
"Would be too suspicious... no matter how much I'd like that... insolent man." Marvolo grumbled.
"I guess his wish of forgetting it will come true then anyway." Harry muttered unhappily.
Later, when Harry was alone in their bedroom, he sat with his head in his hands, wondering if it would have been possible to let Sirius see his way, make him see the beauty of the new world as envisioned by the Dark. He laughed bitterly. Of course not. His godfather hated the Dark with a passion, something which had begun in his youth already. He had to admit that he didn't like the cruel methods, the killing, the torture... but he fought for his freedom, a free world. Why should he fear it? The splendour, the glory that would come. He was absolutely sure it could be realised. He shook the thoughts from his mind, knowing he would have to act secretly and carefully when being at Hogwarts. He hoped he would be able to deal with the tasks set upon him, the responsibility. a song came up in his head, and he smiled at the truth of it. Silently, he began to hum the melody, letting the words drift to the surface.
"Have you ever yearned to go
Past the world you think you know
Been enthralled to the call of the beauty underneath
Have you let it draw you in
Past the place where dreams begin
Felt the full breathless pull of the beauty underneath
When the dark unfolds its wings
Do you sense the strangest things
Things no one would ever guess
Things mere words cannot express
Do you find yourself beguiled
By the dangerous and wild
Do you feed on the need for the beauty underneath
Have you felt your senses surge
And surrender to the urge
And been hooked as you looked at the beauty underneath
When you stare behind the night
Can you glimpse its primal might
Might you hunger to possess
Hunger that you can't repress
It seems so beautiful
So strange yet beautiful
Everything's just as you say"
He wondered if he was going Dark, not for the first time these days.
"What's beautiful?" a familiar voice said, and Harry's head shot up, smiling when meeting a gentle gaze.
"You." Harry grinned roguishly, and a laugh bubbled up in him when his mouth got captured by Marvolo's lips. He let himself be pushed on the bed and undid the clasp of the black mantle, throwing the piece of fabric on the floor.
"Really?" the man whispered, and nipped at his lover's throat, drawing a moan from Harry's lips.
Yes, this was truly were he belonged.
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