The Embrace of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
23,942
Reviews:
116
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: see Chapter 1
I\'d like to thank eveyone who reviewed. Imagine my surprise at seeing 22 reviews for just the first chapter! Thanks alot everyone, I really appreciate it.
Chapter 2
\"...\" speech
\'...\' thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
* ... * communicating with Cookie (you\'ll see)
Harry laid in bed, going over his memories again and again, looking for some grain of truth in either. All the while, his magic pounded on the seal, slowly chipping it away. The sun came up slowly, bathing everything in dusty purple, rose, and finally gold. He heard the Dursleys stirring just as he fell asleep.
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\"Boy! Get down those stairs now! Petunia and Dudley have been waiting for ages! Get down there and make us some breakfast!\" Vernon Dursley yelled at his fourteen, almost fifteen year old nephew. Harry felt himself dragged out of bed and pulled onto his feet. Vernon\'s face blearily swam into view. He hastily grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his nose.
\"Wa... What time is it?\"
Vernon growled inarticulately, pushing the still half asleep boy out into the hall. \"I said get downstairs NOW!\" He placed a hard shove in the middle of Harry\'s back, propelling him towards the top of the steep flight of stairs. Harry\'s arms wheeled and fought to find his equilibrium, but for naught. The young boy toppled head first down the stairs, arms flailing and an unearthly shriek cutting the air. Vernon\'s face purpled as he watched gravity work on his charge\'s falling body.
Harry landed with a sickening crunch, bouncing down the stairs with wet, slapping thumps. The first impact broke his left forearm in two places and cracked his left femur, the next fractured a knee cap and three ribs, the third shattered all the bones in his right arm from wrist to shoulder, and the final one cracked his skull open and fractured his neck. The magical warding of blood protection shattered. A magical alarm silently sounded.
Dumbledore and a number of Aurors Apparated onto the Dursleys\' front lawn, running into the small home. Dumbledore was shocked by the sight that met his eyes. Vernon was at the top of the stairs, a sick smile on his face, with Petunia and Dudley standing over Harry\'s broken and bleeding body. He had thought the Death Eaters were attacking, or Voldemort himself even. But the boy\'s own family?
\"Send for an emergency team from St. Mungo\'s. Arrest the muggles.\" As they say, no mercy for swine.
-----
Healers swarmed around the broken and bleeding for of the Boy-Who-Might-Live. Aurors held the Dursleys in custody, who were terrified by the amount of ma... m... the M-word happening around them. Albus Dumbledore looked on, tears streaking down his weathered and wrinkled face.
\'I have failed him. I have failed to protect him. He should have been safe here. Merlin forgive me, I was blind to the signs: his first Hogwart\'s letter... the Cupboard Under the Stairs..., his near emaciation, the bruises, the too-big clothing... Hindsight is a great and terrible thing. Merlin, Power-That-Be, Gods Above, just don\'t let him die. We still need him. I still need him.\'
A Healer approached Albus. Everyone had stayed clear of the great White Wizard. No one could remember ever seeing him as anything less than the all powerful, omniscient Albus Dumbledore. Anything else was terrifying.
\"Chief Warlock Dumbledore of the Wizengamot, we have Mr Potter stabilized. As of now, he will survive. However, he is currently in an incurable coma. We will be able to heal the remainder of his injuries as soon as we can transfer him to the main facility, but we do not know if he will ever wake up. Best case scenario: he wakes up and is perfectly fine.\"
\"And the worst case?\" Albus looked at her with fear and dread evident in his eyes.
\"A) he never wakes up, or B) he does but is in a vegetative state with no trace of personality or sentience.\"
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart\'s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Leader of the Light Opposition, Head of the Order of the Phoenix, broke down and sobbed. \'Oh Gods Above... Please make it through this, Harry. Everything I have worked so hard for will be for naught if you die. All will be lost.\'
-----
Harry drifted in warm, liquid oblivion. It was relaxing and comforting at the same time. He felt safe and protected. He knew he wasn\'t dead, he knew he wasn\'t dying. He couldn\'t explain it, he just knew. It was as if the knowledge just came to him, supplied by some other person.
*Close*
*Ack!* If he could have, Harry would have sat bolt upright, but in this unplace he had no body, so it was kind of difficult to accomplish. *Who\'s there?*
*I am. I have always been here, Harry. I am magic, I am energy, I am the sentience of the universe. But you can call me Cookie* (1)
*Okay... Cookie. Why and how can I talk to... uh, think at... wait, I mean... damn. How are we communicating and why?* Harry caught the faint ripples of her amusement vibrating around and through him.
*Think of it as an out of body experience, astral projection if you will. There is a gateway within your mind and soul that allows us to communicate, created by careful breeding and gene manipulation. The reason we only now meet is because at your birth, a block was placed on the connection. Your recent traumatic experience opened it. We have much to discuss Harry, much indeed. There are many things you need to know, and many things we must decide. Rest Harry*
Please review. Thanks.
A/N: I apologise for previous technical difficulties with this chapter, I hope eveything is fixed now.
A/N2: (1)Five points to whoever can guess the pop culture reference
I\'d like to thank eveyone who reviewed. Imagine my surprise at seeing 22 reviews for just the first chapter! Thanks alot everyone, I really appreciate it.
\"...\" speech
\'...\' thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
* ... * communicating with Cookie (you\'ll see)
Harry laid in bed, going over his memories again and again, looking for some grain of truth in either. All the while, his magic pounded on the seal, slowly chipping it away. The sun came up slowly, bathing everything in dusty purple, rose, and finally gold. He heard the Dursleys stirring just as he fell asleep.
-----
\"Boy! Get down those stairs now! Petunia and Dudley have been waiting for ages! Get down there and make us some breakfast!\" Vernon Dursley yelled at his fourteen, almost fifteen year old nephew. Harry felt himself dragged out of bed and pulled onto his feet. Vernon\'s face blearily swam into view. He hastily grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his nose.
\"Wa... What time is it?\"
Vernon growled inarticulately, pushing the still half asleep boy out into the hall. \"I said get downstairs NOW!\" He placed a hard shove in the middle of Harry\'s back, propelling him towards the top of the steep flight of stairs. Harry\'s arms wheeled and fought to find his equilibrium, but for naught. The young boy toppled head first down the stairs, arms flailing and an unearthly shriek cutting the air. Vernon\'s face purpled as he watched gravity work on his charge\'s falling body.
Harry landed with a sickening crunch, bouncing down the stairs with wet, slapping thumps. The first impact broke his left forearm in two places and cracked his left femur, the next fractured a knee cap and three ribs, the third shattered all the bones in his right arm from wrist to shoulder, and the final one cracked his skull open and fractured his neck. The magical warding of blood protection shattered. A magical alarm silently sounded.
Dumbledore and a number of Aurors Apparated onto the Dursleys\' front lawn, running into the small home. Dumbledore was shocked by the sight that met his eyes. Vernon was at the top of the stairs, a sick smile on his face, with Petunia and Dudley standing over Harry\'s broken and bleeding body. He had thought the Death Eaters were attacking, or Voldemort himself even. But the boy\'s own family?
\"Send for an emergency team from St. Mungo\'s. Arrest the muggles.\" As they say, no mercy for swine.
-----
Healers swarmed around the broken and bleeding for of the Boy-Who-Might-Live. Aurors held the Dursleys in custody, who were terrified by the amount of ma... m... the M-word happening around them. Albus Dumbledore looked on, tears streaking down his weathered and wrinkled face.
\'I have failed him. I have failed to protect him. He should have been safe here. Merlin forgive me, I was blind to the signs: his first Hogwart\'s letter... the Cupboard Under the Stairs..., his near emaciation, the bruises, the too-big clothing... Hindsight is a great and terrible thing. Merlin, Power-That-Be, Gods Above, just don\'t let him die. We still need him. I still need him.\'
A Healer approached Albus. Everyone had stayed clear of the great White Wizard. No one could remember ever seeing him as anything less than the all powerful, omniscient Albus Dumbledore. Anything else was terrifying.
\"Chief Warlock Dumbledore of the Wizengamot, we have Mr Potter stabilized. As of now, he will survive. However, he is currently in an incurable coma. We will be able to heal the remainder of his injuries as soon as we can transfer him to the main facility, but we do not know if he will ever wake up. Best case scenario: he wakes up and is perfectly fine.\"
\"And the worst case?\" Albus looked at her with fear and dread evident in his eyes.
\"A) he never wakes up, or B) he does but is in a vegetative state with no trace of personality or sentience.\"
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart\'s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Leader of the Light Opposition, Head of the Order of the Phoenix, broke down and sobbed. \'Oh Gods Above... Please make it through this, Harry. Everything I have worked so hard for will be for naught if you die. All will be lost.\'
-----
Harry drifted in warm, liquid oblivion. It was relaxing and comforting at the same time. He felt safe and protected. He knew he wasn\'t dead, he knew he wasn\'t dying. He couldn\'t explain it, he just knew. It was as if the knowledge just came to him, supplied by some other person.
*Close*
*Ack!* If he could have, Harry would have sat bolt upright, but in this unplace he had no body, so it was kind of difficult to accomplish. *Who\'s there?*
*I am. I have always been here, Harry. I am magic, I am energy, I am the sentience of the universe. But you can call me Cookie* (1)
*Okay... Cookie. Why and how can I talk to... uh, think at... wait, I mean... damn. How are we communicating and why?* Harry caught the faint ripples of her amusement vibrating around and through him.
*Think of it as an out of body experience, astral projection if you will. There is a gateway within your mind and soul that allows us to communicate, created by careful breeding and gene manipulation. The reason we only now meet is because at your birth, a block was placed on the connection. Your recent traumatic experience opened it. We have much to discuss Harry, much indeed. There are many things you need to know, and many things we must decide. Rest Harry*
A/N: I apologise for previous technical difficulties with this chapter, I hope eveything is fixed now.
A/N2: (1)Five points to whoever can guess the pop culture reference