Seduction of Darkness

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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Chapter 22
Your Best Kept Secret and Biggest Mistake
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Dumbledore appeared in the quiet woods of the Veela Kingdom with a soft pop. The spot was about a mile away from the entrance to the huge castle that the royals lived in. One thing about the Veelas are that they are extremely sensitive to things that appear out of the thin air. Sometimes the guards would even turn to half-birds and attack on instinct. And then they realize they’ve attacked an innocent person who was just trying to be friendly.

Dumbledore shuddered from the memory. You can usually tell old visitors from new just by where they appear in the Kingdom.

He patted his robes flat and stroked his beard, walking slowly along the forest paths that lead to the Kingdom. Every path did, so it’s impossible to get lost in the forests…just follow the paths. Even if you are going the wrong direction, they all eventually circle back to the castle.

Soon Dumbledore was able to see the castle from far away. The castle was like a pyramid…each level was smaller than the one below. Towers made of gray stone sticked out randomly from behind the castle, but none of them reached high enough to past the top level, the tiny space that was the tip of the pyramid.

Most people would look at the castle and think the designer was terribly drunk when he drew out the layout, but the castle was actually designed by the most famous designer in the era. But we all know geniuses have insane concepts about beauty. At first the veelas looked at it as if it came from a completely different universe. In a way it did- the designer insisted the raw material used for the castle had to come from outside of what was know as the veela territory, for the sake of pureness from the commons. Slowly people learned to follow a more strange way of thinking, because after all, most geniuses were out of their minds.

Dumbledore stopped in front of the white gate at the bottom, and nodded to the guards at the door. The two guards scanned Dumbledore up and down, and noticed the white robes and the wand hidden up his sleeves. They whispered quietly to each other, flickering their blue eyes to Dumbledore once in awhile. One of hem went inside after a few seconds, and the other kept standing as if Dumbledore wasn’t there, rigid as stone. Soon the other guard got out from the inside, and was followed by another guard dressed in more heavy and shiny armor. Dumbledore assumed that was the head of the group.

The leader stopped in front of Dumbledore, and looked at him coldly, although he spoke politely.

“Yes?” he grunted, and held his head up higher, so that he was squinting down to Dumbledore, “May I help you?”

Dumbledore smiled, despite the rudeness of the guard, “Yes. Will you please tell the King that Albus Dumbledore is here to see him?”

The guard scowled, obviously annoyed that he has to pass on the message. “Very well,” he said slowly, “You wait right here.” And with that, he walked back to the castle, slamming the gate behind him.

Dumbledore sighed as he sat down on the bench near the gate, and stared into the space uncomfortably as the guards kept glancing his way once in awhile.


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Harry and Voldemort reappeared out of the air in front of the back gate of the Veela Palace. The guards jumped in surprise and one of them changed, his gloved hand turning into a claw. Voldemort sighed, and caught the claw before it reached them. Harry paled, his feet glued to the ground. The guards soon came into their senses and quickly bowed, muttering their apology.

“Its fine,” Voldemort waved it off, although still looking at the guards cautiously.

Voldemort looked at the guards icily and they suddenly jumped apart, allowing both of them into the gate.

“Come on,” Voldemort murmured, placing his hand against Harry’s back and led him into the gate.

“What was that?” Harry breathed, stealing a glance back at the gate where the two guards stood.

“Veelas,” Voldemort muttered, “Normal ones anyways. They are very jumpy. Apparate out of the air and they attack on instinct.”

“So why didn’t we apparate inside?”

Voldemort scowled. “Imagine if everyone can apparate into the castle,” he explained, “It would be too easy to attack the castle. Only those who have royal blood can apparate into the castle.”

“Then why didn’t you…”

Voldemort smirked. “It would be kind of rude to leave you out of the castle. No?”

“Oh,” Harry turned slightly pink, and raised his head to look around in the castle.

The back gate was connected to a big hallway, chandeliers hung overhead every 50 feet or so, and the beads on the chandeliers were the purest sapphire Harry’s ever seen. Look closer at the chandeliers, you can see dozens of candles charmed to float on their spot and never burn out. The candle light reflected through the blue gems, making the hallway slightly blue. The floor was made out of white marbles, with occasional black dots staining the white surface. The walls were decorated with engraved art of strange symbols. The hall was mostly empty, but two guards could be seen at the end of the hall.

“They’re not here,” Voldemort sighed, “We are a tad early. The guards said they’d be here in about 10 minutes.”

Harry jerked his gaze from the walls, barely noticing that Voldemort had talked to the guards at the end of the hall.

Harry grinned and bounced down the shimmering hallway. “This castle is beautiful.” He commented.

The corners of Voldemort’s mouth lifted slightly. “Come on. I’ll show you around.”

Harry was lead up the marble stairs, into a circular room. The wall was black, edged with crimson, and the colors somehow shimmered under the light. A huge bed, entirely crimson, stood at the center of the room. The four wood posts were tall, engraved snakes entwining each other on the dark red wood. A couch stood back to back with the headboard of the bed, followed by two more that made a semi-circle of couches with a table in the middle. The room led to two other rooms, which Harry suspected were the closet and bathroom.

“Like it?” Voldemort grinned walking aimlessly around the room.

“Love it.” Harry replied reaching out to tough the engraved snakes on the bedposts.

“This is the crown prince’s room,” Voldemort said, looking at the walls, “Most Kings in the Veela history have lived in this room for some time.”

Harry followed Voldemort’s gaze and looked at the walls. On the walls were portraits of roughly 20 men, each one dark haired. One of them sneezed as Harry gazed upon the picture. Simon…Smith? He quickly scanned over all of the portraits. Sure enough, the last name Smith, each built in gold, glimmered right back at him.

“Yes, Smith,” Voldemort glanced at the Harry’s expression, “It’s the royal family last name for about 1500 years now…”

“That’s your…”

“Yes,” Voldemort scowled, “Its Smith.” He looked at the gold plates in disgust. “Such a common name.”

Both turned their heads as a servant arrived at the door and knocked softly. She bowed deeply as she informed Voldemort that the King and Queen were back in the castle. They have sent requests to see both of them as soon as possible.

Voldemort smiled slightly as he waved his hand to dismiss the servant. He led Harry out of his room again, heading towards the throne room.


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Dumbledore turned in the bench below the garden tree as the sound of jingling armor reached his ears. The guard stood at the gate again, looking expectantly at Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood up quickly, and made his way towards the gate. The guard nodded as he came close.

“You may go in,” the guard inspected Dumbledore quickly, “and the king sends his warmest regards. Follow me.”

Dumbledore followed the guard into the palace, looking briefly at the walls painted by the gems on the chandeliers. The place was exactly as he remembered, except the wards were slightly changed. There was something in the air that was strangely familiar.

He was surprised that he was taken to a guest room instead of the throne room that he remembered.

“Wait here,” The guard told him, “The Crown Prince is visiting. It would be rude to interrupt.”

Dumbledore’s eyebrows raised in surprise. Crown Prince? As far as he knew the Veela King never had a son. Oh well, he shrugged, making a note in his mind that it might be useful to talk to the Crown Prince.


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Harry gulped and stared as he was being led into the throne room through an ancient looking door. The door led to a piece of carpet that stretched to the thrones. The King’s throne was the biggest, sitting directly at the end of the carpet. Beside him were two smaller thrones. The one on the right was occupied by, obviously the Queen, based on the Tiara on her head. She was smiling sincerely at the two of them. On the other side sat a strange woman with black hair flowing down her back. Embedded in her hair was rubies that winked under the soft candle light, uncolored this time.

He turned to Voldemort, and found his staring at the black hair woman also, his eyes a bit too wide for Harry’s liking. The room was also filled with what Harry suspected the Royal Council. The King stood up, and started to walk towards the couple.

“Welcome,” he grinned, holding his arms out and crushed Voldemort in a bone-crushing hug. Harry smiled slightly as Voldemort grunted, clearly uncomfortable of being in the position.

The king released Voldemort from his arms moments later, and shifted his gaze to Harry beside him.

“Well,” The King grinned at Harry, “It’s an honor to finally meet you.”

Harry smiled back shyly.

“Same here, your highness,” Harry said cautiously, looking at the King as if he would explode anytime.

The King chuckled instead, his crimson eyes sparkling. Somehow this man reminded Harry of Dumbledore, always so damn cheerful.

“Oh no,” the King shook his head slightly, “Call me Laird. We will be family after all.”

Harry flushed at this, looking down slightly from the King’s eyes.

Voldemort, however, paid little attention to the beaming ruler. He walked forward slightly, towards the woman that he has never seen before.

“Mother?” He whispered so faintly that he wasn’t sure if he heard himself. Somehow the woman smiled and nodded in response, and stood up slowly from her seat, her eyes inspecting Voldemort up and down as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“My child,” She smiled gently and reached around to hug Voldemort. “it is so good to finally see you.”

Voldemort choked quietly in the hug and hugged back tentatively. Harry could have sworn there was something shining in his eyes.

“Harry,” Voldemort called out and pulled Harry to his side as soon as he was released by Jacinda. “This is my mother, Lady Jacinda.” He gestured to the woman in front of him.

“My, my,” Jacinda smiled warmly, and locked her eyes with the King’s, who moved to stand beside her. “You have found a lovely mate.”

Voldemort grinned while Harry flushed again, barely murmuring a thank you to the royals.

Harry looked up from the floor as Voldemort poked him gently on his side, and gestured to the people that lined up nicely in the room, watching the scene with amused gazes.

“This is the Council,” He smirked as the members nodded and smiled at the two of them. “Bunch of important people that help to organize the Kingdom. We’ll get to know them better.” He whispered the last part.

The formal parts broke up after that, allowing people to talk around and socialize. Voldemort and Harry went to catch up with the King and the other royals.

“Harry, right?” Jacinda beamed, “the consort of the future King.”

Harry flushed even more; he could feel his face burning brightly.

“We’ve waited so long to finally meet you,” said who Harry assumed was the Queen, “Although you and I are of no relations, I think he’ll be a great King,” She smiled at Voldemort.

“So where have you been all those years, son?” The King questioned, his curious red eyes fixed on the similar ones of Voldemort.

“Well,” Voldemort replied, feeling a bit nervous, and stealing a glace at his mate before continuing, “For the past 50 years I’ve being trying to…reorganize the wizard world.”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly, a smile creeping up to his lips. Reorganizing?

The King seemed to have the same question.

“I heard there was something called the Ministry,” the King recalled, “I don’t know much about the Wizard World these days, we are too busy dealing with our own problems. But what I heard was they are in chaos right now because of a dark Lord. What was his name…ah, Voldemort.”

Voldemort beside him visibly choked on his own saliva and were trying to contain the coughs.

The Queen patted him gently on the back, trying to quiet down Voldemort’s coughs.

“So you’ve heard of him too?” Jacinda asked, and squeezed her eyebrows together, “Supposedly a very scary guy, I’ve heard. People are even scared to call him by his name. They always call him you-know-who or the Dark Lord and whatnot.”

Voldemort has stopped coughing, but are now shifting his weight between his feet, looking desperately at the wall behind his parents.

“Well,” Voldemort said slowly, “Personally I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the Dark Lord in the Wizard World. I think he’s just trying to change some things around here. I find myself completely agreeing with his point of view.”

The King raised his eyebrow, curious now while Harry turned red from laughing silently, his body shaking violently with laugher.

“You okay dear?” The Queen asked Harry, and patted him gently on the back. Harry nodded and shifted his gaze to Voldemort, which triggered another wave of silent laugher. Voldemort saw this and glared, still trying to think of a way out of this.

“What is his point of view, exactly?” Jacinda asked.

“That pure blood wizards are superiors to mixed and muggle blood,” Voldemort coughed, feeling more confident mow, “The same concepts of royalty, really, but the number of ‘royals’ would be much larger.”

The royals thought about Voldemort’s point and nodded absently.

“And what will he do with the muggles and mixed bloods?” The King asked.

“In the future, they will just have less opportunities,” Voldemort paused, “The whole point is to clean the Wizard World of impurities, because of tradition and all,” Voldemort glanced at Harry, who stopped laughing and is now tense, listening to every world Voldemort has said. Harry moved more towards Jacinda, putting more distance between him and Voldemort, “Under special circumstances, the bloods will be looked as equal,” Voldemort said quickly, “Like being engaged to a powerful pureblood family.”

“All this sounds good so far,” the Queen commented, “Them why are they having such a big fight over it?”

“Notice half of the wizards and witches are not pure blood,” Harry spoke for the first time, “And you’d think they wouldn’t give a fight about lowering their own status,” he looked directly at Voldemort, his green eyes flaring.

“Well, yes,” Voldemort bit back, “But we are not trying to kill them all off. If they would only agree to the conditions, they would avoid the fate…”

The royals frowned as they looked at the crown prince and his mate. Was there something that they didn’t know about?

“If you lower half of the people’s status and make them slaves…”

“I am not trying to make them slaves;” Voldemort said hotly, “The muggle blood weakens the magic. Hundreds of years ago it was common to have the power of Dumbledore, back when there were no impurities…”

“Wait,” The King looked at Voldemort with his eyes wide, “You are not trying to make the impurities slaves? You?”

Voldemort gulped.

“Yes, well, I was saying that I am trying to change some things around in the wizard world…”

“You’re the Dark Lord that we’ve been hearing about?” Jacinda stared in shock. Harry scoffed softly.

“Yes,” Voldemort sighed, and straightened his back.

The royals fell silent for awhile and a grin broke out of the King’s face.

“Very well done son,” he laughed, patted Voldemort on his back again, “Very well done. Someone has to do some changes soon. We wouldn’t be royals this day if not for the ancestor’s takeover of the Veela Kingdom.”

The Queen nodded in agreement and Voldemort relaxed, relieve his parents supported him.

“I’m surprised no one has asked for help so far,” Jacinda commented, “We are, after all, a considerably powerful race.”

The King frowned suddenly.

“That reminds me,” He said, looking at the door, “Dumbledore is here. I’ve met him about 50 years ago and he said he has something important to discuss…”

Voldemort tensed immediately, and gripped his wand from under his sleeve. “Dumbledore?”

“Yes…” The King looked at Voldemort, “Is he someone against you?”

“The leader of light,” Voldemort murmured.

“We can’t take him right here!” Harry cried, looking at Voldemort’s right hand, which was gripping his wand tightly.

Voldemort sighed, and turned to his mate.

“Harry,” he said impatiently, “He is in his castle. This is my big chance to hit a deadly blow to the light.”

“Unfortunately,” The Queen interrupted, “Harry is right. With our soldiers not prepared, we can not afford a possible battle in this castle.”

Voldemort stood gobsmacked. “But!”

“You will have plenty of other chances, son,” The King looked at Voldemort apologetically, “But the Veelas are not prepared and the wards are low, a battle can attract the attention of many other neighboring magical species. That damage we won’t be able to clean up in years…”

“Father…” Voldemort glared, his red eyes narrowed.

“The veela Kingdom is more important than the outside matters,” The King narrowed his eyes also, “And anyone who thinks otherwise will not be fit to be King, don’t you agree?” He turned to the Queen and Jacinda. They nodded slowly, staring at the King in disbelief at what he said.

Voldemort was silent for awhile, and looked back and forth from Harry to the King.

“Fine,” he finally grunted, “I will have to find another chance then.”

The royals visibly relaxed.

“I apologize,” the King said, “But this is best for the situation.”

Voldemort didn’t answer, but from his expression you could tell he was extremely frustrated.

“Well,” The Queen broke the silence “I think it would be better to discuss details inside with Taurean.”

Taurean turned from his conversation and walked over, nodding his reddish brown head to the five of them.

“Who?” Harry nudged Voldemort slightly.

“Army Commander,” Voldemort recalled from his last visit, “Powerful guy.”

“This way, my Prince,” Taurean grunted, leading the way towards another hallway. The King followed also ready to discuss more about Voldemort’s situation in the Wizard World.