Indelible

Whoo hoo – two more chapters to go.

I’m starting a full length Narnia fiction. I’ll put the summary at the bottom of this chapter. So if anyone likes Narnia as much as I do, go along and check it out (already posted). I promise it’s going to be ‘different’ to any thing else you might have read.

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Chapter 17
The Takeover
May 5th 1996.

During the two months that passed, Voldemort’s forces put quite a few of their plans into motion. This mostly consisted of forcing Bills through the Wizengamot to outlaw previous Acts and Regulations. Two of which were the ‘Werewolf Register’ and the ‘Werewolf Code of Conduct’. Amendments were made to the ‘Muggle Protection Act’; when Arthur Weasley had tried to protest these changes he was fired from his position as the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Another rule the Wizengamot was forced to change was the ‘Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans’. This last development pleased the Centaurs enough that, when Voldemort sent a representative to them, they agreed not to attack anyone who entered their forest. But, still, they didn’t say they would help either.

It was rather easy for Voldemort to achieve the changes he wanted. Most of the members of the Wizengamot were from old Pureblooded families, or were half bloods raised with the Pureblood traditions. It was made even easier for Voldemort when one considered the fact that most of the Purebloods sitting in the Wizengamot were also Death Eaters. Some of them may not have agreed with giving Werewolves, and Centaurs and Vampires back their rights, but they didn’t have a choice. They had sworn to obey and serve their Lord.

At present Cornelius Fudge was still Minister for Magic. His undersecretary, Delores Umbridge, was currently preoccupied at Hogwarts acting as the Defense professor so she was out of the way.

If any of the ordinary members of the Wizarding world were unhappy with the changes they were relatively certain that Fudge was to blame. Most were none to happy with Umbridge either; especially considering what some of their children were writing home to complain about.

Voldemort was more than happy to have Fudge blamed for everything, of course. It wasn’t like it mattered. Fudge wouldn’t stay in Office much longer if things went to plan.

“Come on then,” someone called. Lord Voldemort turned to face that person and allowed a small smile to cross his face. Harry Potter had been much happier these past two months, than the two months before that since Tom was killed. Yes, Harry did grieve at times, and at other times he cried himself to sleep, but he was better. Recovery was a long and slow process, but Harry was definitely on track. Voldemort was infinitely glad for it.

“Well,” he drawled, his eyes raking over Harry’s form. “Don’t you look well, Potter?”

“That’s Lord Indelible to you.” Harry rolled his eyes and scowled at Voldemort’s use of his surname.

“I believe you are right. It is time for those fools to see you for how you truly are.”

Voldemort came towards him, slowly, his lips pulled up into a smirk. Harry spoke, eyeing the other man in a confused manner. “Indelible?”

Voldemort chuckled softly. “A Lord. Above them in every way: magnificent and respected. Dangerous, destructive-”

“Diminutive,” a third voice cut in. “Are you sure you won’t take a growth potion of some sort?” Harry turned his head to scowl at Fenrir. For the past week Fenrir had claimed to be bored shitless; so he passed the time by picking holes in Harry. First Harry was too skinny, then he was getting love handles – accompanied by Fenrir pinching his hips a lot – then he was a little too tall, but now he was apparently to short.

“How dare you admonish me, vermin?”1 Harry hissed, his eyes narrowed as his hand went for his wand. Fenrir gave a loud full-bellied laugh as the corners of Harry’s mouth turned up. They both watched Voldemort for a moment out of the corner of their eyes.

“I do not sound like that!” The Dark Lord said eventually. Harry rolled his eyes with a soft smile.

“No, course not.” He said softly, reaching out to pat Voldemort consolingly on the arm. “Shall we leave then?” Harry ran his hands down his sides slowly, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. He was wearing a long black robe that was buttoned down his chest, but flapped open below his ribs. It exposed the Slytherin green robe he wore beneath it, which fluttered lightly around his legs as he walked. He pulled up the hood. It was so large it hung down over his eyes, stopping just above his mouth. “Well, who needs a mask?” He said with a laugh before casting a spell that would allow him to see through the fabric. He placed a thin, black mask over his face, beneath the hood. His mouth was still exposed, and he was smirking.

Both Voldemort and Fenrir went without masks, but they couldn’t afford for anyone to accidentally see Harry’s scar, or notice that it was Dorian Grey. Voldemort was dressed similar to Harry, except the green robes were much darker, almost black in color, but they had a neat silver hemming. Fenrir was only wearing a pair of worn blue jeans.

“I won’t mind getting them messy.” He said as they left the room. “Less clothes to wash this way,” he said.

Harry didn’t want to think about why he might be getting dirty. He shook his head and put it out of his mind. Lucius met them in the atrium of Malfoy Manor. His wife and son were with him, along with some other members of the Inner Circle. They all bowed before Voldemort and Indelible.

Harry nodded at Fenrir and the man left the room at a brisk jog. He met up with the other werewolves and made their way into London via Portkey. They arrived on a street with several shabby offices, a pub and a wall covered with graffiti. A red telephone box stood beside the wall. Fenrir and his wolves made their way over, and one by one climbed inside until they were crushed together, hardly able to breathe.

Fenrir dialed 62442, which spelt out m-a-g-i-c. As soon as he dialed the last number, the telephone box seemed to magically expand without getting any larger from the outside. The werewolves breathed a sigh of relief. Fenrir waited for the voice to materialize beside him.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your purpose.”

“Werewolves.” Fenrir grunted.

Due to the modifications to the ‘Werewolf Code of Conduct’, they were no longer required to give reasons for wanting to go somewhere within the Wizarding World. That made things easy for them because it meant they didn’t have to say “werewolves, here to help Voldemort kill you all”, because that might have been a bit awkward.

“Please,” the female voice continued. A small ping noise sounded and a handful of metal badges popped out of the phone. “Have a nice day and fix the specially modified silver badges to the front of your robes.”

The phone box started to shake lightly, before it sank into the ground. They traveled down for a minute or so before the box came to a halt. The door slid open and Fenrir was the first to step out, right into the Atrium of the Ministry.

He looked left and right as the others stepped out of the box behind him. Gilded fireplaces lined both walls of the Atrium. The left hand side fireplaces were used to arrive there, while the right hand side was used to depart through. In the middle of the Atrium stood the Fountain of Magical Brethren; though most of the statues looked as if they hated one another. The goblin in particular was shooting everyone rather nasty glares. At the end of the hall was a set of golden gates with a security booth. Once they had past those gates, they had to walk down one more corridor before they came upon a row of lifts that would lead them anywhere within the Ministry except the Tenth level.

The werewolves walked towards the security booth. A Wizard by the name of Eric Munch held out his hand and said “wands, please?”

Fenrir pointed to his badge, which was pinned to the crotch of his jeans, and blatantly said ‘werewolf’. Munch blushed slightly at having to stare at this man’s genital area, and then he paled as he read the words on the badge.

“Go through.” He sat as far back in his chair as possible as the werewolves trailed past him. When Fenrir arrived in front of the lifts, he stood still and waited. Even though the lift came and went several times, he did not get in.

Five minutes later the fireplaces in the Ministry flared to life and several Death Eaters flooded in from various fireplaces in Malfoy Manor. The Death Eaters already within the Ministry had been waiting in the Wizengamot Courtroom on the Tenth floor. As quickly as they could, once the felt their Marks burn, they ran down the stairs that led to Level Nine, right beside the door to the Department of Mysteries.

There was nothing on the Ninth Floor to takeover, so those Death Eaters found the nearest lift and met the others in the Atrium, on floor Eight. Voldemort and Indelible were the last ones to floo over. The others waited for Voldemort before they began to pile into the various lifts that had stopped on that floor. Each of them was suddenly masked, their identities hidden. Small paper airplanes drifted out between them, heading to their destinations. But the Death Eaters set them on fire, just in case any of them contained a warning.

Four Death Eaters got off on Level Seven: Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Ten left when the lift arrived at the Department of Magical Transportation on Level Six.

Level Five was the Department of International Magical Cooperation; another large group of Death Eaters headed there.

Most of the Werewolves chose to get off on Level Four. This was the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and many of those creatures had a bone to pick with the Wizards in charge.

A token handful left when they arrived at Level Three. There wasn’t likely to be much opposition from the Witches and Wizards in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

Level Two was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and nearly everyone that was left got off here. Voldemort, Indelible, Lucius and one other masked man remained in the lift.

They carried on going down until they arrived at Level One. The doors pinged open and the four men stepped out of the life. Level One was a relatively unknown sector of the Ministry, not many people knew what was actually on this level, unless they were very important or very close to the Minister. Lucius Malfoy was one of the very few who knew for certain that this was where the offices of the undersecretary, the junior assistant and the Minister for Magic were hidden. There was an office higher up in the Ministry, which they all shared, but it was only for show. The entirety of the important Ministry matters where taken care of down here.

Lucius had the security clearance built into his wand, so all he had to do was tap the elevator doors as the lift moved down from Level Two to One, and none of the Aurors would be alerted to a trespass.

Lucius knocked lightly on one of the three doors that were enclosed in the dimly lit corridor. It creaked open slowly and a soft “enter” was heard. Junior Assistant Percy Weasley held the door open as Lucius entered the room followed by the masked man. Voldemort and Indelible entered, hidden beneath the Disillusionment Charm and Percy was none the wiser. Percy opened a door in the wall, which led them into the Ministers office. The door outside in the corridor only led to a broom closer.

Harry thought it was a rather good idea for Voldemort to insist Lucius show them the way. He would have been knocking on the broom closet door all day if it weren’t for the presence of the blond man.

The moment the door closed behind them, the masked man had his wand to Percy’s neck. With a quick Cutting Curse, Percy was dead, his blood pooling around him on the floor. Cornelius Fudge looked at Lucius with wide eyes.

“What is the meaning of this?” He shouted, not having the sense to beg for his life. Instead he stood from his chair, his hands slayed on the desk, as he attempted to intimidate Lucius.

“Well, that depends on what you mean by ‘this’?” Harry said allowing the Disillusionment Charm to disintegrate. “If you mean that,” he pointed at Percy, “well, that was nothing personal. If you meant us being here to kill you, well, again, nothing personal but you are being rather counter productive to our goals and ideas. You have to go. But, no,” Harry frowned, pulling off his mask and pushing his hood back.

He might have taken the potion to make him look like Marvolo – Voldemort’s metamorphous alter ego – but he still looked a little like Harry Potter. Especially since he still had that pesky scar. He made sure to point the scar out to Fudge. “Maybe you mean ‘this’ as in that time you sent me to Azkaban for something I didn’t do? But then again you do that a lot don’t you?”

Fudge gave a whimper and sank back into his chair. He pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at Harry. Voldemort, still unseen, plucked it out of the man’s hand and pocketed it.

“I really don’t know the meaning of that. I always wanted to ask you, you know. Why send me to Azkaban? A twelve-year-old; innocent; no threat to you. What was the meaning of that?” He waited a second but Fudge couldn’t do anything than open and close his mouth. “No answer? Oh well, it won’t change the fact that you will die. I was just curious.” He nodded over Fudge’s head and Voldemort materialized.

“Who are you?” Fudge shouted as Voldemort cast the Imperious Curse.

“Lord Indelible,” Harry said though he wasn’t sure if Fudge could still hear him over Voldemort’s orders.

“You will hold a full Wizengamot and Press meeting tomorrow, early in the morning.” Voldemort’s voice echoed through Harry’s head as well as Cornelius’. The Minister was far too weak to resist the Imperious, and he had already started to nod his head in agreement. “You will announce your resignation from politics and the position of Minister. If they ask for a reason, you will tell them you have come to realize your incompetence has led to the deplorable state of our World. You will appoint Alfred Lenning as the new Minister.”

The masked man pulled off his bone-white mask and nodded his head. He was fair-haired with brown eyes and had a rather pleasant face. In comparison to some of the other Death Eaters, Harry could see why this man was chosen.

“You will then tell them you are leaving the country, and going into seclusion somewhere of your choice. You will actually floo to Malfoy Manor from an untraceable position and ask for Lord Indelible.”

“Yes my Lord,” Fudge intoned as he nodded his head frantically.

“Get started.” Voldemort hissed. He took Harry by the elbow and led the boy towards the door. Lucius followed them. “Stay with him until it’s done.” Alfred nodded, and sat on the edge of Fudge’s desk. He cast a lazy ‘Incendio’ at Percy’s body and wrinkled his nose at the horrid stench of burning flesh. The curse was so strong on Fudge that he didn’t even notice the smell. Cornelius Fudge only knew, only thought, that he had to fulfill his Lords orders.

“Well, that was a fun way to pass the time.” Harry thought back at Voldemort. The elder man looked rather shocked. Harry hadn’t used their mental connection since Dumbledore had blocked it at Christmas, just before Tom died. Voldemort hadn’t even been sure if the connection was still there; he had been too afraid to test it in case it was broken permanently.

With a smirk, that rather frightened Lucius, Voldemort replied, “I wonder how the others are fairing?”

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May 7th 1996.

On May the 6th Cornelius Fudge had released his press statement. The general public was made aware that he had retired from politics, and that his successor was a man named Alfred Lenning. None but those who were present at the Ministry knew anything untoward had happened. Most of the people had been placed under the Imperious. Those that had fought back unrelentingly were killed quickly and their bodies were burnt. Their families were sent small cards of condolence, without a reason for the death, from the Sub-Department of Wizarding Family Services. The WFS dealt with orphaned children, abused children, issuing benefits or pensions to the families of deceased Ministry workers, etc.

It was the general practice unless one requested a post-mortem examination, but not many could afford an inquest like that. No thought anything suspicious about it. They grieved their loved ones and they blamed the state of the Wizarding World on Fudge, and thanked the gods that he would be retiring.

The survivors of the Ministry – those that had successfully hidden but were too scared to speak out – had carefully made their way to Hogwarts, by non-magical means. Dumbledore accepted them without question or hesitation. He was quick to erect extra magical protections and strengthen the existing wards.

As the adults were talking in the Great Hall, Hermione was conducting a meeting of her own. A few weeks ago she had found a house elf, quite by accident, that had once belonged to Bartemius Crouch Sr. Winky, the elf, had been fired for some mishap, but Hermione promised to find her a good pureblood family to serve if Winky helped her. Winky gave Hermione exactly what she wanted, and in return Hermione owled Cedric Diggory and asked him if he wanted a house elf. She and Cedric had become quite close after he had survived the Third Task but Ron hadn’t. Not that Hermione minded much at the time, because honestly he was being a complete twat about everything!

It didn’t matter much now, for Winky, as her master Amos Diggory was now hiding out at Hogwarts with his son and wife.

But Hermione still had access to the Room of Requirements. And she made very good use of it too. Together with a few others who believed in Harry’s innocence, those same ones who had helped but together all of those petitions so long ago, had created a special type of Galleon. A Galleon that burnt, like the Dark Mark, when Hermione called a meeting.

At the moment, several groups of people were pouring into the Room, at different times. Each of them wanted desperately to avoid Delores Umbridge. The Weasley Twins stood at the front of the room, to the left of Hermione, while Neville and Luna stood to her right. Hermione wasn’t fond of Luna, not particularly, but she was Neville’s girlfriend, and she seemed to think that Harry was the ‘bee’s knees’.

Cedric and a few others, who were hiding out, had joined the meeting. Most of the Slytherins were there because they all knew that Harry was working with their Lord. Well, the ones whose parents were important knew; the others went because they were told to. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were spread through the room, but Hermione, the Twins and the Creevey brothers were the only Gryffindors.

Hermione cleared her throat. And she began to speak.

She explained in great detail everything Albus Dumbledore had done to Harry: from placing him with magic-hating Muggles, to sending him to Azkaban, to using him to perform a dangerous Dark ritual, to killing the person Harry loved (leaving out that it was a manifestation of Voldemort). She then vowed to do what she could to protect Harry. Most everybody in the room answered with ‘I do’ after Hermione had said her part, each of them vowing to help him where they could.

Cedric didn’t say anything. He looked around the room with a frown before sighing. “I don’t want to help the dark, but I don’t think they can be that bad. After all, Voldemort kidnapped me, but he sent me back alive, for which I am grateful. If Harry had something to do with that then I want to repay him.” Hermione gave a relieved smile and he grinned back.

“So, what are we called?” Cho Chang asked as she brushed her hair off of her pretty face.

“What about Harry’s Army?” Colin Creevey asked.

“A bit obvious, init.” Neville said quietly. “What about Defense Association?”

Luna gave a small giggle and leant over to whisper into Hermione’s ear. Hermione grinned. “There we have it! The Defending Harry Association. DA for short.” Everyone cheered and clapped, but regardless of their apparent enthusiasm they were all forced to sign a contract that promised dire results if they broke their oath of secrecy.

That night, Dumbledore had the most disturbing dream. One might think perhaps in his sleep he was atoning for his sins, but he wasn’t that noble. Instead he dreamt that he had been captured in the Ministry and brought back to Voldemort’s lair.

At present Dumbledore was in the form of a snake. This particular snake was trapped in a glass fishbowl, while Nagini tried to slither up the side of the glass and get in to eat him.

“She’s dead, she’s dead,” Dumbledore tried to remind himself as Nagini almost got in that time. But she looked so alive, and he could feel her breath on his scales.

The most disturbing part of the dream, however, was taking place on the bed. He wasn’t forced to watch anyone being tortured like you might have thought. Instead, two figures lay intertwined, gasping and moaning as they pulled apart and came together again. Their love for one another was obvious and it shone around them like the sun as it rose after the night. Dumbledore looked away with a grimace, wishing he had hands with which to block his ears as Voldemort gave a particularly load groan and Harry shrieked as he orgasmed, screaming, “I love you!” louder than human’s had thought possible.

Dumbledore bit his tail, over and over, trying to distract himself from the panting and the stink of sex that lingered in the room. He wanted to wake up. He bit himself again, just as Nagini fell into the fish bowl. When she bit him, he woke up. Dumbledore lay in his bed, sweating, and scowled as he felt the phantom pain from his bites all along his legs.

“Bloody Potter,” he scowled.

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May 8th 1996.

A special commission had been established under what was left of the Muggle Protection Act. However, this sub clause allowed Wizards to remove Muggleborn children from their homes by force. From there the children would be sent to the Sub-Department of Wizarding Family Services where a nice pure- or half-blood family would seek to adopt the child and raise it with proper Wizarding values.

Any Muggleborn currently in the Wizarding World were being rounded up and interrogated. Minister Lenning insisted that it was necessary to find out about their Muggle lives so that there was no possibility of anyone spilling the secret of their world. Many people agreed with him. After all only one in ten Muggleborns actually stayed in the Magical World. Those nine out of ten were out there somewhere, probably exploiting their magic, and risking the exposure of the rest of them. Those nine out of ten were being hunted down by the Death Eaters as these interrogations went on, and they were being killed mercilessly.

It was during one of these interrogations, of a half-blood who would later be released with a full apology – that Severus Snape stormed in unannounced and threw himself at Marvolo Hayes’ feet. Marvolo was the Ministers undersecretary, along with Lucius Malfoy. It just made things so much easier when you could control the world without the media limelight being on you.

“My Lord, I pledge my full allegiance to you and you alone.” He looked up, and seemed to realize that not only Death Eaters surrounded them and his face pinkened. Most of the people here did support Voldemort, and those that were released from the Imperious were too relieved to be alive to be outraged. No one said anything. They carried on interrogating the half-blood and allowed Snape and Marvolo to silently leave the room.

“Severus?”

“I know you were questioning my allegiance, and yes I approached the vampires, but I want to assure you that I am loyal to you alone.”

”Only to me?” Voldemort seemed dubious.

It seemed with good reason, as Severus swallowed heavily. “And to Harry Potter, my Lord, but I doubt that would be a problem from what Draco has told me.”

“Lily’s son,” Voldemort whispered. “So you still love her?”

“And I always will.” He turned, without being dismissed, and walked away. Voldemort watched him leave with a smirk; what Severus had just said reminded him of what he had promised Harry on Valentines Day. It was with a smile that Voldemort reentered Courtroom Ten.

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May 8th 1996. Same time.

For the past week Voldemort had been disappearing off to the Ministry with Lucius and the new Minister for Magic. Harry understood that it was necessary, of course, but it didn’t mean he was happy about it. He missed Voldemort, damn it. He was used to Voldemort being there for him, whether he wanted to be alone or not. And now Voldemort just wasn’t there. It was good for Harry, because he was getting too attached. Before he had been reliant on Tom, and now he was relying on the presence of Voldemort, when really he should only rely on himself to get through the day. It was nice to have others around constantly, but it didn’t necessarily happen that way and Harry had to come to terms with that.

There were plenty of other people around to keep him company.

Usually he sought out Fenrir. Today he was with Fenrir, Remus and Sirius, and they were sitting together on the bench in front of the grand Lake and the Whomping Willow. Sirius hated the sight of Fenrir but they made an effort to ignore the others existence for Harry’s sake – it was either that or argue constantly.

Fenrir was sitting on the floor, leaning back against Harry’s legs and singing softly. Harry was wedged between his godfathers, and the two men held hands behind Harry’s back. It was silent except for Fenrir’s singing and Harry admitted that the man had a very good voice. He did like listening to Fenrir talk as well. Idly, Harry wondered what the werewolf sounded like when he was screaming (in pain or pleasure, it didn’t make a difference).

Another figure approached them, just as several others arrived back at Malfoy Manor and Voldemort made his way through the gardens in search of Harry. Alvis Yacob, the Vladislav vampire Prince, gave a deep bow when he stopped in front of Harry and held his hand out. “May I speak with you a moment in private?”

Harry took his hand and together they walked a little away from the bench. The werewolves would still be able to hear, but that didn’t bother Alvis. It was the human godfather that annoyed the living daylights out of him; the human was the interfering one he didn’t want listening in.

“I find I am quite fond of you, little one. I wondered if you ever considered what it would be like to be royalty?”

“How so?”

“I could make you a Prince, a King by human standards. I could give you anything. And all I ask in return is that you might learn to love me, and to allow me to care for you.”

“You want me to what?” Harry asked in astonishment. Alvis still held tight to his hand.

”Mate with me.” He leant forward, striking like a cobra, and captured Harry’s lips with his.

Harry pushed him back softly, not wanting to anger or offend the man. Harry caught Voldemort’s eyes over the vampires shoulder and frowned. Voldemort looked outraged, but also hurt and betrayed. Harry made sure to talk loudly so that there would be no misunderstanding, and so that Voldemort would be sure to hear.

“I’m sorry but I can’t. I already love someone else.”

“I have been told he is dead?” Alvis said with a hint of a question at the end.

“Very well,” Harry chuckled. “Then I love two someone elses.”

“Who would the second be?” Voldemort asked coming up behind the brunette and spinning him around so that they were face to face.

“If you actually need me to answer I’d be very disappointed, Amnon.” Voldemort didn’t respond verbally. Instead he grabbed Harry’s jaw with one hand and pulled their faces together. His other hand fisted into Harry’s hair as the boy parted his lips and allowed Voldemort’s tongue to assault his mouth. When they pulled back from their first kiss, Harry smiled and rubbed his fingers over his bruised lips. Alvis had walked away and was stood with the others at the bench. They watched in shock, horror or amusement.

Sirius couldn’t believe his eyes; Tom was one thing, but Voldemort? Remus hadn’t seen it coming on Harry’s part, so he was a little shocked, but he had known about Voldemort’s feelings. Fenrir merely chuckled and gave Harry a ‘thumbs up’. “Bout time, Pup.”

“I love you,” Voldemort said and Harry answered in kind. Sirius couldn’t take anymore, and so he fainted. Neither of the Dark Lords noticed as they were joined once more at the mouth, their arms wrapped around each other as they tried to get as close as possible, wanting and needing more of the other.

As far as first kisses go between couples, Voldemort thought this one blew all the others away.

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May 10th 1996.

“What about on the twelfth?” Someone suggested. At the moment Harry was sitting in Voldemort’s lap, Voldemort was sitting on his throne, and the Death Eaters were standing around them in a semi-circle in the Ballroom of Malfoy Manor. They were trying to decide when they would attack Hogwarts.

“We should work out a plan before the date.” Another said.

“Well,” Harry said looking up at Voldemort. “We can’t attack until after the fifteenth at least.”

“And why is that?” Voldemort breathed against Harry’s ear. It made some of the Death Eaters uncomfortable so they looked away but the majority of them were happy for the couple.

“The OWLs and NEWTs start tomorrow and don’t end until the fifteenth. Just because I’m not taking them this year doesn’t mean it’s fair to disrupt them for the other students. Spend the next week planning how you’re getting in to Hogwarts, then we’ll decide a date.”

As always, when Harry made a suggestion, as long as it wasn’t completely ridiculous, Voldemort immediately agreed to it. The attack on Hogwarts was delayed for a week, and everyone spent the rest of the night trying to think of a plan on how to accomplish what they wanted. The only plan that might have had a chance of succeeding involved two Vanishing Cabinets, a special room in Hogwarts and one very willing Hogwarts student.

Harry had just the right person in mind.

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1 – has anyone ever read Demon Diary? Raneaf is soooo cute.
Ministry information is taken from the HP-Lexicon.

Thanks for reading, please leave a review. I’m so close to the 400 I wanted. This chapter seemed to go on forever. It isn’t that long but I feel that maybe I should have split it into two?

SPOILER FOR NEXT CHAPTER – they finally have sex!! And then they attack Hogwarts. Aren’t you all excited?

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