Seduction of Darkness
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Adult ++
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25
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65,285
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Full Circle
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Chapter 20
Full Circle
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Dumbledore paced restlessly in front of the fireplace in his private Manor, glancing at the rest of the escaped prisoners, who were all sitting comfortably in armchairs and couches, staring at Dumbledore as he paced.
“Well?” Fudge asked, his patience running out, “Hogwarts has been taken. And what next? The Ministry? I can’t remain here long, I have to go back and continue my duty…”
“I’m sure they found a temporary Minister for the moment,” Remus interrupted, frowning at the man, “It was most unfortunate that you were at Hogwarts at the time of the attack.”
“Never mind that,” McGonagall said, “How could this happen? Hogwarts has been the safest place since the war has begun; I never thought I would be taken so easily…”
Dumbledore stopped pacing and turned his now dull blue eyes to the group.
“I was tricked into drinking a potion that disabled my magic for at least 48 hours,” He said quietly.
The group gaped at him.
“What?” Mr. Weasley said, “Who?”
“It seems that Severus’ loyalty belongs to the dark after all,” Dumbledore sighed, staring at the fire again.
“The greasy bastard!” Ron growled.
“Ronald Weasley, young man, watch your language!” Mrs. Weasley scolded his son with a frown.
“Mum!” Ron protested, but shut up when he met Mrs. Weasley’s glare.
The room fell into awkward silence again.
“What about Hogwarts?” Fudge asked after awhile, rubbing his nose in irritation.
“Lucius Malfoy runs it now, from my resources,” Dumbledore finally sat down heavily, “All the teachers were kept except the ones that were captured during the attack,” he looked apologetically at McGonagall and Remus.
“Oh great,” Ron groaned, “Now the school’s full of Slytherins. I bet he tortures the students in detentions instead of making us clean.
“The new course, Dark Arts, was added,” Dumbledore continued, “Although I do not know who is teaching.”
“Albus, we must win Hogwarts back!” McGonagall said feverously, “The Dark Lord cannot rule a school! Who knows what they’ll teach to the children…it is almost certain that the children will join the Dark Order in their sixth or seventh year. By this rate, the number of Death Eaters will go up magnificently and our hope of defeating the dark will become smaller and smaller every year, until it becomes impossible to defeat him!”
Dumbledore nodded.
“We must find a way to win Hogwarts back before too much damage is done.”
“But…how?” Hermione asked.
“We must seek help. I’ll contact the Ministry in America, Australia and other countries. Remus, are the werewolves supporting the light?”
Remus bit his lip.
“Some of them are. Some of them are loyal to the vampires, which haven’t taken their sides yet.”
Dumbledore sighed.
“Very well, I’ll try the best to get as support as I can.”
“Professor?” Ginny squeaked, turning red, “What…what about Harry?”
Dumbledore sighed heavily again.
“Yes…Harry…I have no idea what Voldemort has planned for him, but it is leaning towards some kind of…personal slave.”
Several gasps could be heard across the room.
“A…slave?” Ginny said in shock, “You mean he has to cook and clean after the Dark Lord…like a house-elf?”
“Um…” Hermione said, turning red at this point also, “I think he does you-know-who more…sexual…favors…”
The room was silent, except for Dumbledore who nodded.
“I think that’s more accurate,” he said after a long thought.
“No wonder you-know-who came and rescued him when the Death eaters were torturing him,” Remus shook his head sadly, “He looked positively livid.”
“Remember when Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters to escort us to the gate?” Ron exclaimed, “Harry was with him! I think he used some kind of control potion on you-know-who…”
“Poor dear…” Mrs. Weasley sighed, “We must get him out of there!”
“I do not think the boy’s in immediate danger.” Dumbledore said, “Voldemort will make sure he’s well fed and protected.”
“Albus!” Mrs. Weasley stared at the old man unbelievingly, “Imagine what the Dark Lord will do when the control spell wears off and he finds the prisoners all gone…you can’t leave Harry there!”
“If,” Dumbledore cut her off, “Voldemort rescued Harry from the Death Eaters, he won’t kill Harry. I trust Harry can get himself out. Why did he not come with us? It’s obvious he has unfinished business.”
“…I hope so…” Hermione muttered, eyeing Dumbledore doubtfully.
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Harry smiled as he untied the letter from the back owl that was perched on his window this morning, its gold eyes blinking at him. The bird nipped his fingers affectionately and flew into the room.
He unscrolled the parchment the owl carried and smiled as he scanned the loopy and spidery handwriting.
Dear Harry,
It has come to my attention that you should move back to the Riddle Manor. The Death Eaters have been told to stay off the grounds unless there is an emergency and I guarantee the Manor is absolutely safe. The choice is yours, however, to move in or not.
-Lord Voldemort
Harry dropped the letter on the bed and sat down, startling the owl that bad been perching on his bedpost. The owl blinked its golden eyes again and took off, gliding gracefully out of the window.
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“Harry?” Draco called from outside the bedroom door, turning the doorknob and stepping into the room, but froze when he saw clothes thrown all over the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh,” Harry stopped, turning to face Draco. “Packing. I got a letter from Voldemort. He wants me to move back to the Manor again. I figured I’d tell you after I finished.”
Draco simply stood there and gaped.
“So you are going back after what he has done to you?”
“Well, I’m just there as a guest I guess,” Harry rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m jumping into bed with him.”
“But…Harry!”
Harry smiled weakly.
“I’ll have to go back eventually. No Veela can be without a mate, remember?”
“How do you know he’s not going to get mad again and do something stupid?” Draco demanded.
Harry shrugged again.
“I don’t, I suppose.” He said, “But me being in the Malfoy Manor isn’t really going to stop Voldemort if he wants to hurt me that bad. I doubt your father would stand in his way.”
“But…”
I’ll be fine, Draco.” Harry smiled, “And I’ll invite you ere once in awhile so you can see how I’m doing.”
Draco signed in defeat.
“Fine.”
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Harry smiled as he bounced on his bed in Riddle Manor. Lucius had taken him to the Manor and Voldemort hadn’t even dared to raise his voice in front of him.
Outside the room, Voldemort closed the door with a soft click.
“Welcome back, Harry,” He whispered into the air.
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Chapter 20
Full Circle
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Dumbledore paced restlessly in front of the fireplace in his private Manor, glancing at the rest of the escaped prisoners, who were all sitting comfortably in armchairs and couches, staring at Dumbledore as he paced.
“Well?” Fudge asked, his patience running out, “Hogwarts has been taken. And what next? The Ministry? I can’t remain here long, I have to go back and continue my duty…”
“I’m sure they found a temporary Minister for the moment,” Remus interrupted, frowning at the man, “It was most unfortunate that you were at Hogwarts at the time of the attack.”
“Never mind that,” McGonagall said, “How could this happen? Hogwarts has been the safest place since the war has begun; I never thought I would be taken so easily…”
Dumbledore stopped pacing and turned his now dull blue eyes to the group.
“I was tricked into drinking a potion that disabled my magic for at least 48 hours,” He said quietly.
The group gaped at him.
“What?” Mr. Weasley said, “Who?”
“It seems that Severus’ loyalty belongs to the dark after all,” Dumbledore sighed, staring at the fire again.
“The greasy bastard!” Ron growled.
“Ronald Weasley, young man, watch your language!” Mrs. Weasley scolded his son with a frown.
“Mum!” Ron protested, but shut up when he met Mrs. Weasley’s glare.
The room fell into awkward silence again.
“What about Hogwarts?” Fudge asked after awhile, rubbing his nose in irritation.
“Lucius Malfoy runs it now, from my resources,” Dumbledore finally sat down heavily, “All the teachers were kept except the ones that were captured during the attack,” he looked apologetically at McGonagall and Remus.
“Oh great,” Ron groaned, “Now the school’s full of Slytherins. I bet he tortures the students in detentions instead of making us clean.
“The new course, Dark Arts, was added,” Dumbledore continued, “Although I do not know who is teaching.”
“Albus, we must win Hogwarts back!” McGonagall said feverously, “The Dark Lord cannot rule a school! Who knows what they’ll teach to the children…it is almost certain that the children will join the Dark Order in their sixth or seventh year. By this rate, the number of Death Eaters will go up magnificently and our hope of defeating the dark will become smaller and smaller every year, until it becomes impossible to defeat him!”
Dumbledore nodded.
“We must find a way to win Hogwarts back before too much damage is done.”
“But…how?” Hermione asked.
“We must seek help. I’ll contact the Ministry in America, Australia and other countries. Remus, are the werewolves supporting the light?”
Remus bit his lip.
“Some of them are. Some of them are loyal to the vampires, which haven’t taken their sides yet.”
Dumbledore sighed.
“Very well, I’ll try the best to get as support as I can.”
“Professor?” Ginny squeaked, turning red, “What…what about Harry?”
Dumbledore sighed heavily again.
“Yes…Harry…I have no idea what Voldemort has planned for him, but it is leaning towards some kind of…personal slave.”
Several gasps could be heard across the room.
“A…slave?” Ginny said in shock, “You mean he has to cook and clean after the Dark Lord…like a house-elf?”
“Um…” Hermione said, turning red at this point also, “I think he does you-know-who more…sexual…favors…”
The room was silent, except for Dumbledore who nodded.
“I think that’s more accurate,” he said after a long thought.
“No wonder you-know-who came and rescued him when the Death eaters were torturing him,” Remus shook his head sadly, “He looked positively livid.”
“Remember when Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters to escort us to the gate?” Ron exclaimed, “Harry was with him! I think he used some kind of control potion on you-know-who…”
“Poor dear…” Mrs. Weasley sighed, “We must get him out of there!”
“I do not think the boy’s in immediate danger.” Dumbledore said, “Voldemort will make sure he’s well fed and protected.”
“Albus!” Mrs. Weasley stared at the old man unbelievingly, “Imagine what the Dark Lord will do when the control spell wears off and he finds the prisoners all gone…you can’t leave Harry there!”
“If,” Dumbledore cut her off, “Voldemort rescued Harry from the Death Eaters, he won’t kill Harry. I trust Harry can get himself out. Why did he not come with us? It’s obvious he has unfinished business.”
“…I hope so…” Hermione muttered, eyeing Dumbledore doubtfully.
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Harry smiled as he untied the letter from the back owl that was perched on his window this morning, its gold eyes blinking at him. The bird nipped his fingers affectionately and flew into the room.
He unscrolled the parchment the owl carried and smiled as he scanned the loopy and spidery handwriting.
Dear Harry,
It has come to my attention that you should move back to the Riddle Manor. The Death Eaters have been told to stay off the grounds unless there is an emergency and I guarantee the Manor is absolutely safe. The choice is yours, however, to move in or not.
-Lord Voldemort
Harry dropped the letter on the bed and sat down, startling the owl that bad been perching on his bedpost. The owl blinked its golden eyes again and took off, gliding gracefully out of the window.
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“Harry?” Draco called from outside the bedroom door, turning the doorknob and stepping into the room, but froze when he saw clothes thrown all over the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh,” Harry stopped, turning to face Draco. “Packing. I got a letter from Voldemort. He wants me to move back to the Manor again. I figured I’d tell you after I finished.”
Draco simply stood there and gaped.
“So you are going back after what he has done to you?”
“Well, I’m just there as a guest I guess,” Harry rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m jumping into bed with him.”
“But…Harry!”
Harry smiled weakly.
“I’ll have to go back eventually. No Veela can be without a mate, remember?”
“How do you know he’s not going to get mad again and do something stupid?” Draco demanded.
Harry shrugged again.
“I don’t, I suppose.” He said, “But me being in the Malfoy Manor isn’t really going to stop Voldemort if he wants to hurt me that bad. I doubt your father would stand in his way.”
“But…”
I’ll be fine, Draco.” Harry smiled, “And I’ll invite you ere once in awhile so you can see how I’m doing.”
Draco signed in defeat.
“Fine.”
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Harry smiled as he bounced on his bed in Riddle Manor. Lucius had taken him to the Manor and Voldemort hadn’t even dared to raise his voice in front of him.
Outside the room, Voldemort closed the door with a soft click.
“Welcome back, Harry,” He whispered into the air.