Seduction of Darkness

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter.


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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Chapter 21
Get Up
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Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, squirming around his bed, trying to get more comfortable. He punched a pillow weakly, trying to fluff it. After lying in bed for awhile with his eyes half closed, he dragged his eyes open and blinked at the green canopy above him.

He rolled over and reached his arm out, looking for the glasses on the side table, but instead of glasses, he found a note lying on top of a pile of neatly folded robes.

Harry opened the note, silently reminding himself that he didn't need glasses anymore, and smiled as he scanned the note.

Harry-

I'm very glad that you decided to stay at the Manor. I am planning to take you to meet my parents today. Wear the robes that are given to you and join me for breakfast. I hope you enjoy the trip.

With affection

Lord Voldemort

Harry folded the note and put them back to the side table. Voldemort's parents? The veelas? Harry suddenly found himself nervous. What if they didn't like him? What if they find him unworthy of being their son's mate?

He took a deep breath to calm the suddenly rapid beating of his heart and trying to make the sick feeling in his stomach subside.

Harry turned to the mirror hanging on the opposite wall and ran his hand through his hair, trying to make the wild strands flat. He finally gave up after 5 minutes, turning to the robes on the side table.

He slipped on the robe, struggling with the tiny buttons on the front of it. Harry turned around in front of the mirror when he was done, enjoying the feeling of silk brushing his feet.

The robe was white, with silver lining the cuffs and the hems. The cut was simple but brushed and flirted with his every curve. A final look at his reflection and Harry was ready. He pushed open his bedroom door and headed for the dining room.


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Voldemort scowled at another house-elf as it placed a plate carefully on the center of the table. The elf glanced fearfully at its master and bowed shakily before popping out of the room in a hurry, leaving the Dark Lord alone.

Voldemort sighed inaudibly and reached out to take a muffin, placing it on his plate. He eyed the empty seat in front of him and tapped his coffee cup unconsciously as he waited.

Harry chooses that moment to plop down in the empty seat.

"Morning," he said cheerfully, helping himself with a cup of pumpkin juice.

Voldemort stopped tapping and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Morning," he replied. They fell into a comfortable silence, interrupted only but the click of silverware with plates.
"There's something you should know," Voldemort said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" Harry raised his head and met with ruby eyes.

"Are you aware that we will be visiting my parents today?" Voldemort asked, letting his eyes scan over the robe that Harry was wearing.

Harry smiled. "It was a sweet note," he said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Voldemort waved his hand, "Well, my parents aren't exactly normal."

Harry laughed. "Of course not," he said, "They're gorgeous magical creatures," he paused, and then smirked teasingly, "Who turn into birds when they're mad."

Voldemort chuckled, "They're a bit more than that."

Harry tilted his head and looked confused.

"They're royals," Voldemort took a deep breath, "King of the veelas, to be exact."

Harry gasped. "That would make you...a prince!"

Voldemort smiled. "Something like that."

Harry stared at the man in front of him, and burst into laugher. Voldemort couldn't help but laugh along.

"What's so funny?" he asked, poking his food with a fork.

"Nothing," Harry laughed, "It's just you, a prince," he stopped, "It's a bit weird."

"So I can be a Dark Lord but not a Prince?" Voldemort teased. "But Princes actually have...""Have what?"

"Parents," Harry looked at the Dark Lord, "Sorry, I guess I'm not used to have the thought of you having parents..."

Voldemort laughed. "Neither am I."

"So what are they like?" Harry asked, taking a bite of his toast.

"My parents?"

"Yeah," Harry paused, "You have met them before, right?"

"Only once," Voldemort said, "And I had to leave early."

"Why?"

Voldemort shrugged. "Was the day the Death Eaters got you," He cleared his throat, "I felt you were in danger."

Harry gasped. "You can feel when I'm in danger?" Voldemort smiled. "Yeah."

"What does it feel like?" Harry asked, curious.

"Hm..." Voldemort thought for a moment. "It’s like a bad headache, but the pain's distant and not exactly yours."

"Oh," Harry said, "So we have a bond of some sort?"

"Yes, I suppose. But its one sided."

Harry raised his eyebrow. "One-sided?"

"Only I will have the ability to feel your...state of being."

"Oh." Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice, sounding disappointed. "Just thought it'll be handy to know when you're mad." He gulped and looked away.

Voldemort looked at his mate sadly.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "It won't happen again, I promise..."

"It's okay," Harry interrupted and put his fork down.

Voldemort took the sign and finished up as well.

"We're not supposed to be there for another hour," He said, standing up, "Care to join me in the library?"

Harry shrugged. "Sure," he said as Voldemort helped him out of his chair.

Walking down the hallway that led to the library, he smiled as he felt a hand gently touching his.


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"So the vampires and werewolves are split in half," Dumbledore murmured to himself, tracing the quill on his table with his finger.

Hagrid was on his way to talk to the giants. It had taken him awhile to convince the half-giant, because he didn't seem very happy at the news of going to see his distant relatives.

So far there's only one group of easily reached magical creature that they hadn't contacted. And he would go to them himself.


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"So, what are they like?" Harry asked nervously, "Being the King and Queen of the veelas."

"I haven't met my mother yet," Voldemort replied, taking note of the nervousness, "She's not the Queen."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

Voldemort sighed.

"My father was one of the rare veelas that did not find his mate when he was ready to take the throne. They waited for a few years but the old King became very ill and the counsel had no choice but to pair him up with another veela that was in the same state and he became the King."

"Oh..."

"Several years after they were married, my father found his mate," Voldemort continued, "I was an accident, so after I was born, he gave me away to a muggle family." He frowned.

"The queen was okay with that?" Harry asked.

Voldemort shrugged.

"No idea. But she seemed nice enough when I went to visit last time. I assume the veelas understand when it comes to mates." Voldemort smiled at Harry.

"Hm..." Harry tapped his chin with his finger, "Why did they have to get him married? Couldn't he take the throne without a queen?"

Voldemort sighed.

"It's some kind of rule," he explained, "Apparently you have to have some sort of spouse before you can take the throne."

"Really," Harry eyed Voldemort for awhile.

The room fell into silence again.

Feeling uncomfortable, Voldemort cleared his throat and eyed the fireplace.

"Well," Voldemort finally said, "It’s about time. Shall we go?"

"Sure," Harry stood up and patted his robes, feeling nervous again. He took Voldemort's offered arm and closed his eyes as his world swirled and disappeared before him.


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Dumbledore adjusted the collar of his white robes and checked his wand. He had learned to always wear the color white to meetings with magical creatures. It was the color of peace. And it just happened to be one of the veelas' favorite colors.

He had only gone to visit the veelas once, about 80 years ago. The King was friendly then. The Veelas always offered him help when he was in trouble. He was confident that he would get the Veelas on the light side this time.

Veelas were very powerful creatures. One of the royal Veelas could easily match his own power, but they rarely talked to humans. As far as he knew, they were light creatures, along with the elves. Although the elves were hard to track, it was almost a guarantee that the veelas and elves are going to be on the same side of the war, since the two races are very close.

Dumbledore checked his watch, and closed his eyes, apparating to the Veela Kingdom.