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-Some sad parts in this chapter including animal death. Feels.
-Nagini is being a darling.
-You might want to punch something at the end.
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Voldemort couldn't help but run a hand through his glamoured hair. He had things to do. He had a young man to impress, and he had to somehow find it in himself to give Harry Potter what he wanted. He didn't have time for panicking civilians or a possible pandemic. Yet here he was. Because life hated him most definitely.
Within a week of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin being brought into the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts, ten others had also been brought in with the same illness. Yet no one could determine just what the illness was. However, all of them had been forced into stasis in order to prevent the possible spreading of the illness.
On top of that, Harry Potter Flooed into the Hospital Wing, looking frantic as he searched for Pomfrey.
Apparently, someone had brought in a Goblin from Gringotts that had collapsed. No matter what the other Goblins had tried, nothing would work, so they took the Goblin to Harry, knowing that Harry was open and honest with everyone.
Unfortunately, he was unable to determine the cause of the sudden illness. He'd even Fire-Called his friend Granger with questions to have someone to bounce his thoughts off of, and she wasn't able to help either. That didn't mean she wasn't trying however.
Severus was currently dealing with blood samples and had covered himself in every possible layer of protection known to wizard kind. It wouldn't do to fall ill when searching for a cure.
When something so obviously dangerous was taking out various beings all over magical Britain, the smart idea was to protect oneself. Severus was clothed heavily in one of the hazmat suits that Voldemort had Enchanted.
Severus had also been unable to find anything in the blood, so he tried other bodily fluids, but found absolutely nothing out of place. Nothing strange.
The only thing as Voldemort personally could see being similar between any of those who become infected, was the fact that all of them had Dark Magical Cores. And if this was some kind of illness that spread through beings with only Dark Magic, then a good portion of Magical Britain and possibly the entire world, would be at stake.
And if any more came down with the sudden illness that nobody knew anything about, Voldemort would have to issue a quarantine for the entire magical community of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
That meant that nobody could leave the country, and nobody could come into the country. And having that kind of thing happen, would disrupt so many business opportunities, as well as any possible relations with neighboring countries.
Still, the health of the people was more important at present. Especially since Dark Arts practitioners as widespread as those with Grey or Light Cores these days. There was supposed to be a balance. That was the point of having a Dark Lord and a Light Lord.
If all those with Dark Magic in Great Britain ended up dying, it would upset the balance. He didn't want to know what would happen if that occurred.
Add on to the summer long list of dramas, Harry Potter found out that both of his Godfathers had been taken by this illness. The young man, for the first time since Voldemort had known him, had teared up. He proceeded to latch onto his mother, and cry.
Obviously, this display of affection and emotion was very rare, judging by the look on both of his parents' faces. Harry wasn't a terribly emotional being, so their shock was something he could comprehend in a sense.
"We need to find a cure soon," Harry stated with a determined set in his shoulders. "I can't lose what little I have."
Voldemort did not understand what it was like to lose somebody that you cared about. Voldemort had never lost anyone before, because he never had anyone before. But something in him reached out to Harry. Something that longed to make those tears disappear, and force that frown to never return. Harry Potter should never be sad.
Placing a hand on the teen's shoulder, Voldemort calmly said, "We'll do whatever we can, Harry. They will come out of this alive and well, I promise."
The grateful smile that the young man sent his way, made his heart skip a few beats. Either that, or it had sped up for a few beats. But it was an unusual feeling that Voldemort was not used to experiencing.
Something in him wanted to experience it again. Strange.
With a sigh, the man turned. "I will order the issue of the official quarantine."
ATTENTION!
Magical Britain will be undergoing a special quarantine, for the coming future.
Under no circumstances is anyone to leave or enter National borders.
An illness of the likes of which we have never seen before, has struck.
In order to prevent this illness from spreading to other countries, we implore you to stay where you are.
If anyone goes against this new regulation, they will be imprisoned in Azkaban until further notice.
From what has been determined, the illness attacks those who have Dark Magical Cores.
It can be spread in any way as far as we've noticed.
This includes not only humans, but creatures and other beings as well.
No side effects have been noted, however we do not know if anyone with a Grey or a Light core can be affected yet.
As such, we implore you to take extra precautions against this.
Do not wander, do not linger anywhere, and do not deviate from your routine.
Cast protective enchantments around your homes.
Ward yourselves and your properties.
If anyone has any information on this particular subject, present yourself to the Auror Office immediately.
If anybody is found having information, and they did not come forth with it, they will be imprisoned indefinitely.
The Dark Lord will personally deal with them.
We will attempt to keep you abreast of the situation.
Unfortunately, at the rate that this pandemic is growing, you might be learning the information before we do.
If you notice anything suspicious, report it immediately.
You will not be in trouble, and you will not suffer any consequences.
This is as much for our sake as it is for yours.
In order to ensure a healthy future for all of us, we ask that you comply without struggle.
We thank you for your time, and hope that you have a pleasant day despite the circumstances.
Lucius Malfoy & Bellatrix Lestrange
Heads of the Inner Circle Knights of Walpurgis.
"Harry," said Lily quietly, "you do know that a lot of the animals you worked with have Dark Cores, right?"
Her son, who was bent over his work station, trying to find out how to fix this sudden illness, nodded. "Yeah." He returned to his measurements of the Bicorn horn.
"And you do realise that this has only been infecting Dark beings, so they might be in danger."
Harry's hand froze for a moment.
"We just have to put them in stasis until the cure is found. Simple really."
Lily sighed, but nodded. Though she wasn't sure it was going to work.
This disease was spreading far too quickly for her liking. Not only were Sirius and Remus is danger, but Severus, the Dark Lord, and even the animals and creatures! Two dozen more beings had been brought in in the past week!
Sighing once again, the woman returned to her own imposed work station. As a Runes Mistress, she should be able to think of some kind of way to stall the effects of this disease.
"Tom, I have seen the announcement and have come to offer my assistance."
Voldemort glared at the old man, who was blinding the room with his gold and pink vestiture. No one had any business wearing anything like that, ever. It just wasn't right or natural.
"Albus, what could you possibly offer that we aren't already working on?"
There was no point in telling him to stop using the name that Voldemort so hated. The man would do it anyway. Some tripe about 'being proud of yourself and where you come from' or whatever.
"I can offer eighty years of Alchemy knowledge."
Damn it. He could. Voldemort had only been an Alchemist for the past three decades. Dumbledore held much more knowledge than he did at present. The man probably didn't even publish all of his findings. Probably too scared that someone would get their hands on them and use them for 'evil purposes'.
With a sigh, the Dark Lord turned to the man and asked, "What have you got?"
The bloody twinkle was back!
"May I see the infected first?"
Voldemort waved an inviting hand toward the long row of beds. Everything had been moved to St. Mungo's, where an entire wing on the Second Floor had been cleared away for this particular situation.
The Second Floor was dedicated to Magical Bugs and Diseases. So far he was willing to classify it as a disease.
Dumbledore hummed quietly to himself as he looked over the long line of beings, ranging from Wizards, to Goblins, and some Werewolves and Vampires as well.
Dumbledore waved his wand several times, and looked over the recorded status of each person.
"All Dark Magical Cores. All considered adults however, judging by their maturity. Skin seems to have darkened considerably and has reached an unpleasant density not usually found in these species."
Voldemort blinked when Dumbledore transfigured his own wand into a knife and suddenly tried to cut one of the patients. His protests died on his lips, when nothing happened. Not injury. No blood. The knife simply made contact and the force meeting the resistance of the skin, jerked it back.
"Their bodies seem to be hardening. How long has Sirius been like this?"
Clearing his throat, the Dark Lord said, "Nearly two weeks. He's the second oldest of the infected. Lupin was the first."
Dumbledore nodded. "Who was the next human to fall ill?"
Voldemort pointed to a bed at the end of the room. "Rodolphus Lestrange. One day later."
Dumbledore repeated the process he used on Black, including the knife bit, but this time, there seemed to be a little give in the skin, before the knife was pushed back again.
"Dear Merlin, this is bad."
"We know." People were becoming ill left and right. Of course it was bad.
Dumbledore waved off his frustrated snark. "Whatever illness this is, it is forcing the magic of the diseased being, to kill them slowly. They are petrifying from the inside, in a way. By knocking them unconscious, you have most likely saved them from not only a lot of pain, but a lot of fear."
Petrifying from the inside? Voldemort shivered at the very thought of it. The thought of the heart slowly down and forcibly freezing in place. Of being unable to breathe as the lungs ceased functioning.
"This could fall under Runes, Alchemy, Potions, Transfiguration, either of them, really. This is turning something into another thing. From what I can tell, the process cannot be reversed.
"Petrificus Totalus only freezes the outside of the body, leaving the organs to do their duties freely. A stasis charm on a living being does basically the same, though it is more like forcing the victim into a comatose state. It slows down bodily functions a little and can slow the spreading of disease, or poison even.
"This is not like that."
Dumbledore tapped Rodolphus' skin. "With each day that passes, the skin hardens all the more. As you can see, there is a little give here, but only a little. Sirius had no give. The same with the others. They are turning into stone very slowly. It would probably be worse if they were actively using their magic right now."
Salazar, Voldemort was just not ready for this!
"Lucky for you, you have a few Rune Masters and Mistresses at your disposal, an Master Alchemist who is friends with none other than Nicholas Flamel himself, as well as many others with the skills necessary to solve this danger."
Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and a beam of bright light filled the room. Voldemort knew what it was immediately, and didn't even blink when Fawkes landed on the old man's shoulder.
"Phoenix tears have healing powers," he heard the old man murmur. "Fawkes, could you perhaps cry on this young man's arm for me?"
There was a soothing croon, and the Phoenix's great head bent over the unconscious wizard.
A few seconds later, Dumbledore nodded. "Not even a Phoenix can heal this sort of damage."
Voldemort's heart sank. Not even the healing powers of a Phoenix could stop it. What hope did they have then?
"But the tears have managed to soften the particular area up. We'll need to test this out further."
Look over his shoulder, the old man suggested, "Why don't you bring Harry here as well. I'm sure he'd like to be involved directly."
Voldemort didn't even want to think about what the sparkle in his eyes meant.
Not at all.
Harry sniffled, which wasn't the usual thing for him to do. If something sad happened, he tended to just ignore it until later, when he was alone. Unfortunately, things just weren't going as planned these days!
So soon after starting his own business, the magical community of Great Britain assaulted with some unknown disease that was taking down every magical being with a Dark Magical Core. From humans to non-humans, and beings to non-beings.
Not only had his godfather's fallen ill, but even people he knew.
The twins had come by hours previous to inform him that Rigel had been pulled out of Hogwarts for the foreseeable future. Bellatrix was too cautious, and had simply taken her children home, intent on teaching them there instead.
Several other Dark families and those with Dark oriented children had to be taken out for precautionary measures.
Draco Malfoy had been taken by the illness only a few days ago, and Hermione had been most aggravated over it. And they were only in the beginning stages of their relationship, but she had been greatly worried and had decided to spend her free time trying to determine exactly what was going on. Going so far as to bring in Muggle methods of study to aid her research.
Having Albus Dumbledore and thereby extension Nicholas Flamel on hand, was a blessing. But how were they to solve anything in none of them knew exactly what to do?
Dumbledore's observations had been taken with equal relief and worry. It was nice to be able to understand more of what was going on, but it was also hard to know that there was no possible way to just fix anything.
Snape had been in his potions lab for days, trying to find some way to counteract the effects of the disease.
All he'd gotten so far was a particular paste that he had brewed, in which an entire bottle of Dittany and Phoenix Tears were added in for ten batches. Applying the paste to the skin of the infected helped slow down the effects of the disease, giving him more time to find a cure. He'd then come up with a particular tea that had to given to the infected daily in hopes of staving off the internal effects of the disease.
Unfortunately, there were some who were far too small and therefore, they got the full brunt of the disease at once. Tiny bodies were easier to infect after all.
And Harry understood that she was older and her immune system wasn't what it used to be, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt him any less than it did.
So yes, he was sniffling and maybe crying a little bit because his Kneazle, the feline he'd had for thirteen years altogether, had fallen ill with the disease. And not only had she fallen, but she took it all on at once.
When Harry got a Fire-Call from his mother(who had finally gotten home after almost three days at St. Mungo's) that Shelob had gone outside, he'd been worried. He'd gone over immediately to get her back inside in order to explain to her that it was dangerous outside until further notice. She was smart, she would understand and while she would be unhappy, she woudl still do as he asked.
And what did he find?
Some animals, like cats and dogs, had a tendency to run away when it was their time. They sought out secluded areas for themselves and would spend their last moments alone. Some did it so their masters/friends wouldn't see them at their worst. Others did it in order to just be alone. And some didn't want to worry others.
Shelob had been fiercely independent. She did her own thing whenever she wanted and made sure that Harry knew that she didn't need him. But she had wanted him. And that was why she considered him kin.
Shelob had loved the catnip bed in the back yard. It was placed as far from the house as possible so she could just lounge in the sunlight and enjoy herself.
That was where Harry found her. On her side, stretched out like she used to be when rolling around in her catnip. The two things that stuck out most were the blank, green eyes and the puffy tail sticking straight out.
And that was when Harry Potter burst into tears for the second time in the last month.
Nagini was perfectly aware of what was going on. Her master had been sure to tell her about the danger, and had even placed several spells and enchantments on her to protect her to the best of his ability.
He'd also told her that Harry's pet died and that he could use some cheering up.
Nagini was good at cheering her master up, so how much harder could it be to cheer Harry up?
She even made him something.
§Are you not coming?§ she asked her master,
He shook his head. §I do not believe that I am the one who should console him. I wouldn't know the first thing to do. But he likes animals and he wouldn't get annoyed with you, so it's just better this way.§
Nagini personally believed that Harry wouldn't mind the company, but even she wouldn't push it. While felines weren't interesting to her, she knew that loss of a friend or familiar could be bad.
Her master opened the door to the shop for her, and let her slither inside. He did not follow.
When Harry came out from his 'back room', he smiled and waved. Nagini slithered on over.
§Where's Voldemort? Or did you sneak off again? You shouldn't be out when you can get sick§
§My master has protected me already, worry not. Master brought me here to make you stop shedding salty water,§ Nagini announced. §I made you something!§
Hanging on the end of her tail, was a green bag that her master had gotten for her gift. She wouldn't have been able to carrying it by itself because the shape slid through her scales.
Harry gave a small smile and accepted the bag with murmured gratitude. Nagini slithered up to the counter in order to watch him open it.
§Master said that two-leggers call it 'finger painting' but as I don't have these 'fingers' I had to use the tip of my tail.§
It was a colourful rendition of a common feline. In the center was a blob of black and there were two, large green dots toward the top. A dab of pink in the center, and some white stripes on either side of what was the face, for whiskers. Nagini was immensely proud of it. It was her best work yet.
§Thank you, Nagini. I'll hang it up in my kitchen,§ Harry said, staring at the painting intently.
She poked her tongue out, scenting the salt. She could also see the water flowing from his eyes.
§Why do you still shed salty water? Are you not happy?§
The boy reached out and wrapped his arms around the serpent. Her master had done this a few times when he was smaller. It was called a 'hug'. Hugs were for comfort when a two-legger was hurting.
Nagini nuzzled the boy's cheek and settled in. Maybe not how her master had wanted her to help Harry, but this seemed to be good as well.
Lily knew that this wasn't what Harry had wanted when they had decided to study up on the disease. However, only few had died and if they were going to develop a cure, they had to study the infected, those alive and dead.
So yes, Lily had to use Shelob's body as a test subject and no, she wasn't happy or proud of it.
However, with the aid of some Goblin Healers, as well as several Masters/Mistresses, they had a better chance of studying the bodies left behind.
Two humans, one Goblin, a Kneazle, and a Vampire.
Severus had studied the blood, urine, feces, saliva, sweat, hair, and even skin of each and had marked down all of his observations, which had coincided with their Goblin's coworkers' observations.
There were particles lingering behind, much like black ice, except they didn't melt. They couldn't be found in the living bodies because they hadn't died yet. Therefore, this only took full effect when the beings in questions were fully dead.
When the Dark Lord had been made aware of it, he'd taken a personal look at the particles and had recognized them.
The man had verbally cursed up a storm and even shattered a nearby vase in his anger.
"It's from the Isle of Normi," the man had said. "The stone I had used to create that Crystal Ball that could hone in on someone's magic and then steal it from them. I had collected a large amount and sent it to the Unspeakables to study and try to find the full properties of it. Apparently, there is more to it than what has already been discovered."
"Can you possibly get us some samples of this stone?" Lily asked, reigning in her dislike because there were more important things at stake than her dislike of a man.
"Easily."
Lord Voldemort swept from the room, his robes billowing much like Sev's often did.
The redhead sent her friend a look. "Are we going to end up working with Unspeakables?"
"Undoubtedly."
Damn.
The two women sighed. The Dark Lord had demanded that they 'come up to the surface' in order to share the results of their studies of what they chose to call Caelite.
Caelite looked like the sky on a starry night. Black and speckled with various colours that swirled around each other.
It was also possessed a sort of sentience and could recognize magical cores easily and each piece seemed to have their own inner core if that made sense. An energy all of their own.
The particular stone had to be kept in special jars that blocked out magic, lest the stones begin absorbing whatever magic there was nearest to them. They'd learned that early on when one of their coworkers collapsed from just walking by the collection of stones.
And now some moron had come along and created a deadly disease with Caelite as the base property.
Bloody wonderful.
Though at least they could share their findings.
There was almost an unearthly wailing that pierced the air. Harry had never heard anybody scream in such a way before, and it made the hairs on his arms stand on end. What could possibly have caused somebody to scream like that?
Bellatrix Lestrange burst into the quarantined wing at St. Mungo's, looking around frantically. Harry had never seen her looking so terrified before, and he had to admit that it was unnatural and it unnerved him a bit. If this was enough to make even Bellatrix Lestrange worry, then they all were fucked.
"It's my Lord!" the woman wailed, her strident voice carrying throughout the room. "He's caught the Merlin damned sickness!"
Harry had experienced fear many times in his life. Had lived through some incredibly dangerous situations during the tournament. Had seen some grotesque stuff as well. Yet nothing he'd ever experience could ever inspire the horror he felt when those words left the woman's lips.
Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord in history, the Lord of the Slytherin Line. The one man that represented power and unbending strength to thousands, had fallen to the disease.
Voldemort was… nice, in a way. He was definitely still a twat. Annoying and aggravating at times, yes. But Harry liked him. He couldn't help that he liked the man. He was just likable in Harry's eyes. And Harry knew more about him than a lot of people did.
Yes, he was still annoyed. Yes, he was a bit hurt over the tournament thing. No, he did not wish a fatal illness on the man. No, he did not want someone whom he'd managed to form a bond with - on his own, if it should be noted! - to leave him so soon! Harry was just losing everyone recently, and Voldemort could not be added to the list.
He just couldn't. Harry didn't think he'd be able to handle that as well.
Holding back the sudden urge to cry, and great Hecate he was doing that a lot recently, Harry stiffened his shoulders and asked, "Where is he?"
Bellatrix's blood shot eyes landed on him. Stormy grey clouded over with fear and worry. A genuine show of emotion. She was not putting on an act in order to unnerve people. She truly cared about Voldemort's well-being. It touched Harry's emotions in a way that he rarely felt before.
"He's at his manor. The Head Elf came to tell me that he was unresponsive. Has been for hours. Nagini is listless too."
Nagini was a Dark creature as well. So not only is Voldemort in danger, but so was Nagini for being around him.
It hurt to be reminded that the people one looked up to in life were just human. Just as susceptible to illness. Just as capable of failure. It was a hard thing to grasp, having those you admire, torn down before your eyes. To see someone so strong, lose their strength in one way or another.
He never thought Remus and Sirius could be taken down so easily, yet look at what happened. He certainly never thought that Voldemort of all people could be so affected. He was Voldemort, for Merlin's sake! Voldemort was larger than life itself, so of course Harry might have rightly assumed like the rest of Magical Britain that he was above such meager things as illness.
The man himself as well as Dumbledore admitted that he was immortal! Apparently, living forever did not come with immunity to sickness.
Bugger.
Harry sighed. "The Elves aren't ill in any way?"
"Not from what I've seen."
Bellatrix had actually gone over? "Were you in his home? Did you touch him?!" Harry asked, suddenly frantic and worried. Rigel's father was under already and if his mother was going around touching those riddled with the disease, she could be taken away as well. He did not want to be the one to inform the young man that his mother had become ill.
"I used several barrier charms," the woman asserted with a stiff jaw. "Though at this point I'm not sure of what to do now. I went over and put him in stasis until further notice because I wasn't sure." Her shoulders slumped.
"You're his most faithful, so wouldn't you be in charge until he gets better?"
She shook her head. "His next of kin would be, which would be you or your father. Though he recognized only you as a relative," she added, looking pensive.
Suddenly, an almost manic looked entered her eyes. "You! He chose you to be his consort, meaning he chose you to lead beside him. As consort, you would take over his duties should he not be available!"
The teen reared back, almost scared of her sudden excitement. "I can't lead an entire community! I can barely stand people general!"
"You could lead if you accepted the position of being his consort. You'd have power over the Slytherin estate as well as anything my Lord has power over. His office contains all the documents he handles and no one but him can enter it. But as his consort, you could go in by right of family. You'd probably be able to override all of his passwords as they are in Parseltongue only.
"And people would much prefer you as a leader than me."
True. But he didn't want to be the man's consort! Not yet at least. There was still so much growing to be done between them and Harry wasn't ready for such a leap.
He was doing well, but he seriously needed some more work to do before Harry caved to his desires. Whatever they may be.
"I think you should do it," Dumbledore said, finally speaking for the first time since Bellatrix entered the room. The man looked sure of his words. "Opposite halves of Magical Britain would not wish either Bellatrix or I to take charge at this point in time. But you are a young and fresh face with nothing but good standing and reputation. Should they find out, then hey wouldn't riot."
Before Harry could protest, Dumbledore raised a quelling hand. "I know that you want to marry for love. I know that Tom has to earn your heart, as he should. However this is more than just both of you now. Magical Britain needs hope. They need to have faith that things can and will get better. You were supposed to be a Slytherin, you know how the game works. Also, someone needs to get to his paperwork somehow, otherwise Magical Britain's society will deteriorate soon enough."
Why did it always come down to what was better for everyone else? Why couldn't Harry just be selfish for once and not care?
But also, he wasn't so heartless as to wish such an illness on anyone. Creature or human. Even if he wasn't fond of humans. Not after seeing what happened to Shelob. Even if he didn't like people as a whole, he couldn't bring himself to just leave this to take them.
And what if it spread to other nations?
What then?
"What can I do? I'm already trying to figure this out in my free time. I'm just an eighteen year old. I'm not equipped for this type of leadership."
Bellatrix snorted. "You won the Tournament, proving that you are the best! You can handle it. My Lord has placed so much faith in you already."
'Placed so much faith in you' had hit him hard. If it was the truth, then it had to be the nicest thing that the man had ever said about him. At least, he was sure it was.
But what kind of duties would he have to take up?
"I'll help you," said Dumbledore. "I'll even vow to be as unbiased as possible."
Bellatrix quirked a brow at the offer, but said nothing, leaving Harry to consider.
Accept Voldemort's desire for him to be his consort and then take on the man's responsibilities until he could be awakened? Say no and let the entire community fall into a rapid decline and possible Depression?
Honestly, even he could tell the much more preferable decision just by the sound of it. But the consort part still annoyed him.
"If I agree, he doesn't have a right to my life or body, does he?"
Dumbledore shook his head vehemently. "Tom is not the sort to do such a thing either, I assure you. He abhors such actions. He will have right to contest some of your decisions if they might bring negative light into his family's name, however."
Sighing for the millionth time that day, Harry eventually nodded.
Raising his wand, he intoned, "I, Harry James Potter, accept Tom Marvolo Riddle's hand in marriage. So mote it be."
The golden light enveloping his wrist was blinding.
A/N: Another is done!
-DRAMA!
-Poor Voldemort. And poor Harry. And poor everyone! I'm evil!
-So if anyone wondered about the Crystal Ball that hones in on someone's magic and sucks out the magic, that was mentioned in my 'Extras for Consort Tournament' on AO3. It's a side fic with stories that don't necessarily fit in the main story but are still part of it. So you can go check it out on AO3 if you want.
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