A/N: Finally sat down and wrote guys. Sorry it took so long. I fell off my porch Tuesday and hurt my ankle. D: Spring break is coming up so I have a lot of tests coming up. I am sorry for the fluctuating qualities of chapters and Yes I Think This Is Going To Be Mpreg.
Severus barely had the door open before he had his arms full of a worried Myrmidon. Severus simply picked the boy up and walked over to the couch, sitting down with Harry on his lap. Remus and Draco were already there, of course, and started their questioning. After a few questions Severus stopped them and explained the entire meeting to them. "All things considered it could have been much worse." He stated wearily. "We just have to keep the identity of Harry's mate from him and we should be fine."
"I'm glad nothing went wrong tonight… and I'm not too worried about Voldemort at the moment anyways. I'm worried about Dumbledore." Harry said with a note of fear in his voice.
"What has got you so worried about the headmaster, Child?" Severus asked in slight confusion. "Has something happened to make him a bigger threat?"
"Well… At breakfast he tried sucking up to me, with compliments and my favorite foods while simultaneously trying to feed me lines about how we have to make sacrifices for 'The Greater Good'." Harry's voice had gotten colder as he spoke, much to the concern of his family. They could all tell that Harry had not told them everything and that he wasn't going too. Remus, ever the peacekeeper, changed the subject.
"It is rather late, boys. I think it is about time for bed." He said hastily upon seeing Draco's yawn. Draco nodded and pulled Harry up off the couch, the boy just wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, causing his mate to pick him up. The two boys didn't even bother to change into pajamas, as it was too much work. It was about one a.m. and they had classes. Thankfully, however tomorrow (today?) was Friday.
Dumbledore was furious. That insolent brat refused to even look twice at him. His plan to win Harry over was not working, though it should have with the memory spell in place. The boy had started glaring at him openly and it appeared his efforts this morning had made the boy distrust him even more.
Without his weapon, Dumbledore had no chance of taking over the Wizarding world. Dumbledore was getting desperate. It was time to do something he detested. Time to work with the enemy. He knew Severus was called to a meeting, as he had left the castle and returned. However he had only received a brief note from the man stating that Voldemort knew what Harry was. Dumbledore had lost his most valuable spy, this only added to his anger.
Taking out a piece of parchment, he wrote an anonymous letter to the leader of the dark side. It said: I have valuable information on the Potter boy. I know what he is. I know his weaknesses and I wish to assist you. I am inside Hogwarts and can keep you updated on his actions. If you are interested in my help please reply. Owls are too risky, so to reply simply fold the paper and using the tip of your wand write the word 'Nuntius' in the center and tap the four corners, the message will be transported into my pocket.Dumbledore, with a flick of his wand, folded the message into a paper plane and cast a simple spell to transport it to its recipient.
Voldemort was sitting at a dilapidated desk in his castle hide out drawing up plans, when the message arrived. Plucking the message out of the air, he checked it for curses. Finding none, he opened it curiously. He read the message over a few times, unable to believe his good fortune. He was skeptical, this wasn't signed nor did it hold a magical signature, who ever this was meant business.
Pulling out his own piece of parchment, Voldemort planned his reply. After some revisions he reread his final copy one more time.
Ah, a cloaked figure. I accept your offer of assistance. I have started to formulate a plan but I need more information on the creature's nature. ~TR
He figured it was safe to use his real initials. This person seemed smart enough to keep the letter hidden, but just incase he didn't write Voldemort.
This mysterious person could be his ticket to victory. Their obvious dislike for the boy could be cultivated. If Voldemort played his cards right, he could get to Potter and his mate. He may even be able to get to the Malfoy brat as well. Following the instructions on the note, he sent his reply.
Deciding it was late enough he retired for the evening, knowing he was going to have a wonderful dream about his ascent to power.
Dumbledore sat back with a vindictive smirk on his face. By the end of this ordeal, Harry would be begging for redemption. Vengeance is a sweet thing.