Beautifully Deranged

Beautifully Deranged

Chapter 14

Harry blinked in confusion as he felt arms wrap around him and then felt the tell tale signs of apparation. In other words, it felt as if he was being squeezed through a very small tube.

Thankfully the spell Dumbledore wore off as he grew further away from the man, he could now fully move about. When he opened his eyes again to see himself standing in the throne room of the castle, arms still wound around him. It was only then that he realized that the arms were not only around him, but were in fact carrying him. Harry looked up into the face of his savior and instantly blushed. It wasn’t who he was expecting.

Expecting to see Fenrir, he saw the Dark Lord in his place.

For a moment it was as if they were frozen in time just staring into each others eyes, green meeting crimson. The Dark Lord’s face slowly moved closer and Harry closed his eyes.

It was then that they heard a growl in the doorway and Harry snapped his eyes opened. There was Fenrir standing in the doorway of the study, glaring at the Dark Lord and Harry.

“My Lord, you are needed in the throne room.” Fenrir snapped out, clearly not liking the situation he found his Harry in. The Dark Lord stayed silent and looked at Harry for another moment before dropping his legs on the ground, though he kept his other arm around Harry for support, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary before walking out without a glance back.

Harry watched him leave before he was pulled viciously into Fenrir’s arms. Fenrir grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled it hard to get the boy to look up into his eyes.

“What were you doing?” He growled out.

Harry tried to look away but the hand in his hair wouldn’t let him.

“Nothing.” Harry tried.

The hand only pulled his hair harder, making Harry’s neck hurt with the uncomfortable angle.

“Don’t nothing me. I saw you Harry. What happened before I got in here?” Fenrir snarled, baring his sharp teeth. He was seriously pissed off.

Harry was scared. It had been a long time since Fenrir had been this cruel to him. It didn’t look like he would calm down anytime soon. Luckily the truth wasn’t anything incriminating this time.

“Nothing happened. He apparated me out of there and carried me here. You then came in.” Harry said, leaving out what Fenrir saw. It wasn’t as if anything had happened between him and the Dark Lord. He was sure that the slight sparkle in the crimson eyes was only because of the battle that had occurred previously, not lust. Perhaps he imagined the Dark Lord moving closer to him, or maybe the Dark Lord saw something and wanted a better look.

Surely there was some explanation other than the Dark Lord wanting to kiss him, Harry bloody Potter.

Fenrir narrowed his eyes. “And did he say anything?” He pried. Harry tried to shake his head ‘no,’ but couldn’t in Fenrir’s hold.

“No.”

And Fenrir believed him, not seeing anything in Harry’s eyes to tell him otherwise. Fenrir’s grip loosened just a bit and he leaned down to whisper in Harry’s ear. “Whatever was happening before I came to interrupt better not happen again, Harry. If it does, not even the Dark Lord will be able to save you.” Fenrir said and then nipped his ear for good measure.

Harry paled. “Right.” With that Fenrir let Harry go and they both went to the throne room to attend the meeting, late.

“…were captured, my Lord.” Harry caught the tail end of Lucius’ report. Surprisingly no cucio followed.

Voldemort waved him away. “I do not care if they were captured, they are of no importance. If they were stupid enough not to apparate away when they had the chance then I don’t want them working for me. And you said that 3 Weasleys were killed along with a few others?” Voldemort asked the blonde who was back in place.

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucius said, relieved that he wasn’t tortured for the bad news of a few others being captured.

Voldemort cackled. “This pleases me. Dumbledore won’t like that when they tally up their deaths. This meeting is over. Get out.” With that everyone who didn’t live there apparated away.

“Harry, I was told that you were able to retrieve the prophecy.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes, my Lord.”

Voldemort nodded. “Come with me to the study. I want to hear it.” Voldemort left with Harry behind him. Fenrir followed, although uninvited, he wasn’t going to let those two be alone, not after what he saw.

Voldemort poured himself a drink and sat in a comfortable looking high-backed green chair by the fire. Harry sat on the sofa in front of it while Fenrir sat next to him. Fenrir saw the Dark Lord eyeing his Harry so decided to show him that the boy was his. He grabbed the boy, pulled him into his lap and kissed him fiercely. He let go as they both were out of oxygen, but held the boy as he sat there.

Voldemort just watched them. “Well what are you waiting for? Give it to me.” Voldemort opened his hand to accept the prophecy. Harry handed it over.

Voldemort activated it.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Voldemort frowned. It was worse than he thought. “And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.” He said slowly and looked up at Harry, the one who he knew to be the one in the prophecy. His eyes widened as he saw him holding not one, but to other glass orbs much like the one in his hand.

“What’s it mean?” Harry asked, unsure of what it was talking about. All he got was that someone could kill the Dark Lord, maybe him judging by the seventh month dies.

Voldemort gave him a look. “It means one of us will have to kill each other to live.” He saw Fenrir grip the boy tighter, as if he would Avada Kedavra him at that very second. “I could be wrong as prophecy’s are usually tricky to decipher. For all I know, it could be talking of another Dark Lord.” He highly doubted he was wrong, but he would think on it some more before making any decisions.

Harry shook one of the stupid orbs. “No fair. You got yours to work, why won’t mine?” He shook the thing some more, hoping it would reveal it’s contents.

Voldemort rolled his eyes and set his orb down for a moment. “It’s a spell, idiot.” He then proceeded to activate the orb of Morgan LeFay.

“Devastation follows the avenger and wolf. A new age begins as the avenger is betrayed. The avenger will punish those of guilty conscience.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “That’s it? I thought they would have to be long.” Harry said in disappointment.

Voldemort shook his head. “No, the shortest one was only five words long. It doesn’t even have to be anything important. It could say, ‘She will have French toast,’ and it would still be recorded as a prophecy.

Harry giggled. “She will have French toast? Now that is a little far fetched, I think.”

Voldemort smirked. “I only mean that it doesn’t have to be life altering, they usually are, but they don’t have to be. Do you know what yours mean?”

Harry nodded. “I am obviously the avenger and Fenrir the wolf. Or perhaps the wolf refers to my animagus form? Basically it said that I will hurt those who have betrayed me, which I already know and have started doing.” Harry threw the thing in the fire place, flames flared as it entered it. “Pretty useless for being made so long ago.” Harry’s face scrunched. “Hey, how’d they know it referred to me? It was made over 1000 years ago and didn’t state me by name?”

Voldemort raised a hairless eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“On the name plate at the Ministry. It said Harry Potter on it. How would they know it referred to me.”

“That would be because magic creates those nameplates. When a prophecy is said a plate is magically made and the orb is formed in that hall. Magic is the one who actually forms the prophecy in the first place, allowing a human being to say them, so it knows what it is talking about.” Voldemort said in a knowing voice.

But that only confused Harry more. “Then why did that other one have a question mark next to it?”

It was Voldemort’s turn to be confused. “What?”

Harry pointed at the prophecy next to Voldemort. “That one. It had a question mark next to my name. “

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. He got up and retrieved a pensieve from his shelf. “Show me the moment you saw the nameplate.”

Harry frowned. “Why would-”

The Dark Lord cut him off. “Show me now!”

Harry sighed a put his wand to his temple to extract the memory. He placed it in the pensieve and Voldemort entered it.

“Voldemort walked past the memory of Harry and looked at the nameplate.

S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord
and (?) Harry Potter

“That sneaky bastard.” Voldemort murmered in disbelief and exited the pensieve.

“So?” Harry asked. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline as Voldemort threw the orb into the fire much like Harry had with his first one.

“It’s a fake. Dumbledore obviously knew that this could be an advantage. Snape was the one who told me part of the prophecy, he was probably working for Dumbledore. The whole thing was a setup. The reason there is a question mark is because of the Longbottom boy was also born the same day as you. He knew I would go after one of you that day if I heard the first part.” He looked pensive for a moment, “though I suppose he made the rest of the prophecy later. Mark him as his equal in deed. He knew if I heard that line I would always be after you. Most of plans for the past few years has been to kill you instead of achieving my ultimate goal. He made that damned prophecy to distract me.”

Harry looked at him, he had his head in his hands. “You okay?” He asked his Lord.

Voldemort lifted his head. “As good as I can be after finding out that I didn’t have to be disembodied spirit for 10 years.”

Harry looked down at the other prophecy in his lap, the one by Cassandra Trelawney. He handed it to Voldemort who activated it instantly.

“The avenger will arise both strong and weak. Overcoming betrayal and freedom shall arise. Darkness enshrouds his heart, and love is on the brink. Two paths are carved. One is eaten by wolves while the other embraces death. Only one path will survive. The avenger will arise both strong and weak.”

Everyone frowned in confusion.

“What the hell was that supposed to mean?” Harry asked the question on everyone’s minds.

Voldemort cleared his throat. “Remember I said they were tricky.” He looked at Fenrir. “You don’t plan on eating him do you?”

“Not anytime soon. Besides, it could refer to the bite of a werewolf as eaten by wolves, or even the betrayal of your friends.”

Harry frowned. “I don’t get it. If you say eaten by wolves, then I would most likely die, but I would die anyway if I embrace death.”

Voldemort shook his head. “We’ll have to think on it. I don’t know about you, but it has been a long day and I have to get up early tomorrow.” With that Voldemort stood and left.

Harry shook his head and looked at Fenrir. “Do you get it, I don’t get it.”

Fenrir chuckled. “Let it go what will happen, will happen.”

Harry sighed and looked away before looking back with a sultry smile on his face.

“Fuck me.”

Fenrir lifted a brow. “What was that, Pup? I don’t think I heard you.” He smirked at Harry’s scowl.

“Fuck me now.” Harry commanded.

“In the Dark Lord’s study?”

Harry looked around as if weighing his options, before a smirk appeared on his face.

“It would make some fine memories of the place.”

Fenrir’s rough laugh was heard in the throne room and down the hall, soon drowned out by screams and moaning.

THE END….well at least for now.


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Midnight Fairy: That is only if I do a sequel. I left this one open ended for it just in case. And if I don’t then you can leave it up to your imagination if Fenrir and Harry end up together in the long run. Thanks for the review.

kati-chan: *Goes back and reads section* Oh, okay. It was actually a little bit of both reasons. Harry will always be an attractive person. To most, he will become more desirable as he gets older, more muscular, tanned, healthy looking. An adult. But for Fenrir it’s different. He started sleeping with Harry for the fact that he was young. In fact, he normally took on even younger lovers (victims, more like it), so Harry being an adult is a turn off for him. He likes to dominate, and with Harry being older it doesn’t feel like he has as much control as he used to, so that it unappealing to him. He has also attached himself to Harry for a year now, that is a long time for him. Most tend not to survive his…um…affections. He doesn’t want to kill Harry, but he doesn’t want to grow to attached. Thanks for the review!

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