[a/n0]Last time, it was noted, I had a couple of departed characters appear. Oopsie.

[a/n]sometimes an idea doesn't click. Such was the case with Marcus Rowland, who sometime ago suggested power of love turns out to be a sexually transmitted disease. Nothing happened. Blank. But he just tossed it out there again and *ding*

[a/n1]I did try to fit what's reported herein about AIDs with 90s knowledge, which I know has changed in three decades.

[a/n2]After this I'll return to the matter of CruciLoo

Harry Does Different CDLXXXIVb

STD
"Just do what you're told, Harry." The voice was echoing in the boy's mind.

After starting to aim his wand at his beloved Headmaster, Harry threw it away and gritted out "You don't know love. Don't have friends. I pity you."

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!" the attacker screamed. The sense of compassion was absolutely agonizing. Better than any legilimency defense, it drove the Dark Lord from any contact with the boy's mind.

Harry however, did not lose all contact with his enemy. Though it would be a few days before he understood what he had. It was, Harry learned, unfettered access to Voldemort's knowledge; more, an ability to influence the actions of a few top Death Eaters. That didn't seem especially valuable until sitting in the Dursley living room. A pair of disconnected stories broadcast on the evening news. First being an AIDs history beginning "First suspected in the 1950s as coming to Europe from Cameron, doctors believe the first Western death from HIV was a U.S. man in New York City in 1959. A pattern of spread was noted in the 1980s that led to a derogatory name of The Gay Plague. Scottish actor Ian Charleson is perhaps the first famous Brit to die to date, in 1990. In 1991 AIDs related pneumonia was blamed for Freddie Mercury's death. What we know now is that, yes, the homosexual community does seem the most vulnerable minority. The most common infection sources seem to be unprotected sex with multiple partners and HIV tainted blood transfusions. Until recently it was believed only men could infect other men through sex. The first treatments are only now beginning to produce results. This attributed to Brian Deer of the Times."

"I'm warning you now, boy." Vernon Dursley immediately targeted his nephew "Do NOT be mixing any of your freakishness with normal people's problems. And MOST DEFINITELY not into this house!"

Harry just rolled his eyes and muttered "Yes, Uncle Vernon."

"We have already shown you many of the worldwide dens of iniquity." The voiceover spoke as the TV showed a number of cities in Thailand, also Japan, San Francisco and New York in the USA. Within easy reach of Brits is the famous Amsterdam redlight district which gave the whole phenomenon its name. Let us not leave out the prostitution to be found in our own back yard."

Vernon's offering was "Bobbies should just go in and clean them all out. Protect us law-abiding subjects."

"Some pretty girls." Said Dudley, shifting his bulk to hide an erection. Simultaneously stuffing a much unsatisfying grape in his mouth.

Petunia gave him a completely disgusted look, but directed her ire at the easier target "Don't even THINK of brining one of THOSE women here Potter!"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry's tone was the same as how he'd addressed his uncle. Anything else was forgotten as he walked away, mind filling with a scheme. And it was more deeply Slytherin than any witch or wizard would have thought him capable. The Dark Mark could do far more than Voldemort used it for. If used properly it was as controlling as an Imperio. And the Death Eaters wouldn't know the difference. He concluded that Voldemort's interest in continuing the Slytherin bloodline would go nicely with what he'd just seen on TV. With a savage sense of vengeance, he commanded Bellatrix Lestrange to prostitute herself out on the streets of Muggle London very cheaply. While the Dark Lord cared nothing for love, he did acknowledge that pleasure had its worth. Harry knew he would ignore the witch's marriage to another loyal Death Eater in the furtherance of what was both useful and pleasurable.

Whether the first, tenth, or hundredth man Bella slept with infected her didn't matter to Harry any more than it was the first, tenth or hundredth encounter with Voldemort that she infected him. But, by Christmas when the dark witch excitedly announced her pregnancy to her master, the teenage schemer was as sure as could be that Voldemort was infected.

Abcij
"I WANT SNAPE HERE IMMEDIATELY!" roared Lord Voldemort as he stormed into Malfoy Manor, well most of him. The assassination attempt on Amelia Bones had cost him his wand arm from just below the elbow; and the embarrassing loss of both the wand itself; besides the fact the target still lived. And once they were behind a warded door, demanded "What is wrong with me, Severus? That witch is not a match for me. None but Dumbledore have ever been able to harm me, let alone seriously."

The Potions master side-stepped "A regimen of skele-grow and dermi-grow will restore your hand My Lord. I shall need to steal from the Hospital Wing. It will be three full days of treatment. Plus, perhaps a week of strengthening before you should see any kind of battle."

"That does not answer why I seem so much lesser." Growled the decidedly angry patient as he shrugged his robe back into position.

Though not a Healer Snape said "Forgive me, My Lord, did you also injure your side? May I?"

"It is not a wound." Voldemort gritted as it was probed "My patience is not unlimited Severus! I have several. I've assumed it had to do with the resurrection ceremony. I will punish Wormtail for his incompetence."

The Potion Master frowned skeptically "While Pettigrew's torment would please me no end, no error was made on the potion used. I saw to that myself, Lord." Quite to his surprise, the evil wizard vomited "Sire!"

"You shall not speak of this, Snape!" came curt command, between retches. "And why do I suddenly feel cold?"

After a wave of his wand, he reported "You have a fever of 102.5. There are simple potions for that My Lord. I will obtain one. At first glance the lesions appear to be dragon pox, but I strongly advise you allowing a full Healer to examine you. With your permission, I will be about my errands." Severus did not allow his fear to show. This was quite justified as, four dead Healers later, the answer was still unknown.

Abcij

"Ahh …mail's here!" exclaimed Harry's redhaired friend. It was almost Christmas break, and he assumed his parents were asking for a wish list. But the typically festive evening meal was interrupted as a cheer went up in roughly 80 percent of the school population. While the verbiage was varied, the theme was "YOU-KNOW-WHO DEAD!"

Susan Bones was very much NOT the little girl who'd been Sorted half-a-decade ago. Cute at the time, she was well on her way to gorgeous. Without arrogance, she was quite aware of the fact. Just watch the eyes of the young wizards around the school. Having dated about, she knew what she wanted for marriage; also having to consider social reality. Harry Potter certainly qualified. By every visible perception he was definitely on her radar. When he asked to write to her aunt, the Hufflepuff felt a pounding in her chest. A week later she'd begun to wonder, especially when he showed all the signs of a Weasley crush. As she read the news of Aunt Amelia not only surviving a second attempt on her life by the Dark Lord, but actually killing him. The pieces snicked together easily. And, after penetrating a gauntlet of congratulations …after seeking his tonsils for two minutes, that is… breathed into his ear "That was you, wasn't Harry? The letter? Somehow you knew?"

"I'll answer that, if you do THAT again." Promised Harry, completely unaware of anything else going on around them.

"I may, perhaps, be using a different set of facts than young Miss Bones." Dumbledore interrupted the not too heavily kissing pair "But a most reasonable assumption is that you had something to do with Tom's defeat, Harry. Perhaps you would join me in my office?"

Harry emitted a frustrated growl. He'd only recently discovered the delights of kissing and this was going better than any previous attempt. As he brushed what he assumed was an undetected finger under the swell of his kissing partner's breast. He snapped "I'm busy!"

"Do not think it was a request Potter! Nor do we have time for- -" Snape barreled into the conversation.

Sighing regretfully, he pulled away from Susan "Oh fine." And knowing he was the center of attention anyway, caught the eyes of his Ministry Six. He had to force away a flash of guilt when looking at Ginny. Harry then stopped in his tracks to confront the Headmaster "Severus is not invited."

"Watch your tone, young man." Dumbledore chided without heat "And I note you apparently believe I shall tolerate the presence of your friends. This may not be something for childr- -"

Harry's eyes hardened "We did more for the war last year than anyone since my parents. And now Susan's aunt. They're the ones I want. Ron. Hermione. Neville. Ginny. Luna."

"I insist on Professor Snape attending." The Headmaster tried to assert himself "And, naturally afforded the respect he is owed."

Though still shorter than either, Harry somehow seemed to be looking down "He's got more than he deserves too long. Your office you said? Fine, but I won't say a word while he's in it."

"I am highly displeased with your attitude towards your Defense Professor Harry." The Headmaster glared across the desk, feeling he could dominate any number of children …even alone… in his own office.

Harry smirked back "The feelings of a Death Eater minion do not concern me, olde man."

"How long have you been there Tom?" Albus drew his wand. Only Ginny instantly flinched, knowing the name at once.

The boy laughed off the concern "Put that thing away. My contempt for Snape comes from the last five years, nothing else. I just have the extra advantage of being able to poke around Voldemort's thoughts …among other things… since he was in my head."

"And you did not tell me? Or Professor Snape?" Dumbledore's eyebrows disappeared under his hat, though his expression stilled as he changed tactics "Or any of your friends for that matter?"

Aware of eyes that ranged from curious to suspicious, he smiled grimly "Nice try old man. And don't nudge at me, Hermione. You saw that bit of manipulation just now." Looking around at the other students, explained "Snape was tasked with …supposedly… teaching me to prevent Voldemort reading my mind. Though his method was worse than useless. Especially in the Ministry. Anyway, if you're teaching someone how to BLOCK mindreading, then OBVIOUSLY, you can read minds. True?"

"It is not as simple as you make it - -" the Headmaster complained. At least he tried to.

Harry cut him off "Guys, if I told you what I was doing, even in part, Snape would have known. So here it is, start to finish. Patience, Susan, your Aunt Amelia is at the end. There's a bit for you Nev, but we'll start with Hermione. For the Wizard-raised, a SHORT definition of AIDs please."

"It means acquired immunodeficiency syndrome." She began with an odd look "I do not believe wizards are aware of it. At least it hasn't been talked about. It got an early nickname of the gay plague, but that isn't really true, as any sex generally can spread it. Other transmi- -"

Harry held up a hand "That's plenty. As I poked around in Voldemort's twisted brain, I picked up on a scheme I could …well… twist. Didn't learn exactly why but he suddenly wanted a kid. Even wizards can only do that one way. He may have hated love, but had no problem with sex. *blush* Sorry girls. *blush* Anyway Tom didn't quite know what he did with the Dark Mark. It couldn't make someone do what they really didn't want to, but it could push the willing to be even more. Nev, this is your part."

"Uh mine?" mumbled the shy Gryffindor, who'd been even more embarrassed by the S-word.

At this point Harry laughed grimly "I managed to suggest the ever-loving Bella as the best …err breeder. AND then since she was so easily controlled if she knew it was her Lord want, I got her to walk the downtown streets …if you catch my drift."

"He means one of those female things in Knockturn Alley." Hermione clarified for the Magicals, tone clipped.

Harry nodded and began sarcastically "Dear Mrs. Lestrange picked up the disease pretty quick and passed it on even faster. My guess is Voldemort's magical body wasn't quite as strong as he thought. I don't know if going bonkers is part of it, or just him. Maybe both. Anyway, since he failed to kill Susan's auntie the first time, he was obsessed. And that's when I gave you …Sue… the letter for Madam Bones about the second attack. I'll bet, when the details come out, he made some grand declaration of the need to kill her without any help."

"And that has what to do with it?" wondered the more-than-half-gobsmacked Hufflepuff. Though Hermione seemed to be nodding.

He put a comforting hand on her back before concluding "I was half-educated and half-exhausted in the graveyard that night, Sue, and stalemated him. Your aunt is top-cop as the Muggles call it. Best-of-the-best. I'm sure she set a trap. And on top of it, he had this disease weakening him by the minute." He then looked at his dormmate "And Neville, this Muggle disease doesn't have a cure. Bellatrix Lestrage, if she doesn't get caught, won't see 2000."

"And you did not come to me with such a far-reaching scheme, because?" Dumbledore looked at the pupil over steepled fingers on his desk.

In truth, Harry had done the whole thing pretty much off-the-top-of-his-head, like most of his school adventures. The boy smirked at the oldster and affected a Lockhartish voice "Albus Albus Albus! You recall the more people know the harder it is to keep a secret. I couldn't tell my friends because of Severus. And …bluntly… you did not need to know."

"I see." The tone was frigid "And do you happen, Harry, to remember our early memory journeys?"

Harry shook his head "Another manipulation attempt Albus?" And after acknowledging a reproachful glare from Hermione, went on "Regardless, I know we still have the Slughorn matter to resolve. Sorry guys, can't say more for the same reason …Snape… Suffice it to say I got those details while in Tom's head. I would honestly welcome your help, but there's no need to do it alone. I believe Susan's aunt might owe me a favor?"

"I guess she could snog you mate." Ron quipped.

Hermione slapped his stomach, even if with no heat. Neville chortled. Even Ginny had to grin at her not-so-secret crush's blush. Harry grumbled a bit, but he was too pleased with himself "What about it, Susan? Think Voldemort's killer can spare me a visit?"

"Think next year can be boring?" asked Neville sarcastically.

Harry waved him off "Go on you lot. It won't be secret any longer than absolutely necessary."

"I have said …repeatedly… Harry …I trust Professor Snape with my life." The Headmaster recognized that dig for what it was.

After his friends departed, as he hoped they would, Harry said "Voldemort made Horcruxes. But, thanks to me poking around his mind, I know every key to every door protecting every one. And to use Sirius' name for him …Snivilus… has never done a thing to earn my trust. So NO!"

"Your chosen tactics are less than honorable, Harry." Dumbledore changed his approach.

Harry didn't take the bait "A couple weeks at the most, Albus. You, me, Madam Bones will plan it out carefully. Between you, pick who can best do the job depending on the details I got from snakebrain. Of course, if you want to play hardball, I can just ask Hermione's favorite reporter to question …in print… why you didn't do anything about them for a decade. Let the twelve-year-old do it? Meanwhile, he gets himself another body? Those are your choices."

"I wonder how your parents would react to this darkward swing in your- -" Dumbledore used his last weapon against the boy.

Harry glared hatefully "I'm sure you'll get to ask them before me." And walked out.