Lies Revealed, Sweet Revenge, and Eternal Love

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Title: Lies Revealed, Sweet Revenge, and Eternal Love
Author: Redneckmama
Rating: NC-17
Paring: HP/LV
Warnings: Dark fic, mention of rape, blood, gore, torture, slash, language, AU, OOC, Creature fic
Disclaimer: If I owned HP there would be lots of slash and Harry would be evil.

Chapter 5


Lucius and Draco left Severus and Diemos in the entry room and proceeded to the meeting room. The Dark Lord was in a meeting with a Death Eater they did not recognize, the man had his hood up and mask on. He looked up at the Malfoys and dismissed the Death Eater.

“Ahh. Lucius, I hope you bring good news.”

“Ye, Milord. We have retrieved Severus’ son from the muggles. Diemos left quite a mess behind.”

“So, he had accepted his fate then?

“Yes, milord. When we arrived his transformation was complete and he was, needless to say, out for blood. He dispatched his “family” without any remorse. Also, it is interesting to note, he says he had already decided to join you. It seems he discovered Dumbledore’s machinations himself. He is primed and ready for revenge.”

“Interesting. Where is he now?”

“His father is explaining things to him in the library.”

“Very well. I shall give them tonight. Tomorrow I want him presented to me.”

“Yes, my lord.”

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The Order of the Phoenix was gathered at the Burrow. The adults were gathered together in the kitchen.

“What the hell happened, Albus?” asked Mad-eye Moody.

“Yeah. I thought he was safe with those muggles,” stated Tonks.

“He was,” Albus answered. “We still have not figured out how they got through the wards. Severus is still missing, maybe he has the answers.”

“How do you know he wasn’t involved? How do you know he hasn’t been with them all this time?” asked Arthur.

“I have the utmost faith in Severus. He could never betray me.”

“Your faith may have gotten our Savior killed, Albus. We still need to figure out what to do now,” stated Charlie.

Many voices filled the room as everyone shouted their own ideas. The arguing continued for quite awhile. No one noticed when Tonks slipped out of the room or when Charlie headed upstairs.

Charlie Weasley quietly made his way upstairs. He stopped outside Ginny’s room and stuck his head through the door.

“Everyone ok in here?” he asked.

Seated on Ginny’s bed were Ginny, Ron, and Hermione (who had arrived shortly after reading the Prophet).

“We’re alright,” said Ginny.

“Ok, talk to you all later.” With that Charlie left the room.

“I’m going to miss Harry,” said Hermione.

“I know. We may have not been best friends but he was still a friend. Besides he was also the Saviour. He was supposed to save us all from you-know-who. I wonder what’s going to happen now,” stated Ron.

“I don’t know,” said Ginny. “Dumbledore will think of something. He will protect us I know he will.”


Charlie made his way upstairs to the twins’ room. Fred and George were sitting on the bed waiting for him.

“We want to go now-”

“We know what you are going to say-”

“But we’ve thought this through-”

“And we’ve had enough.”

“You told us we could-”

“And now that Harry is gone-”

“There is no reason to stay.”

“We can’t have fun on this side.”

“We want to have fun.”

“Besides we know who’s going to win.”

“There is no stopping us.”

“You can take us now-”

“Or we will find a way ourselves.”

Charlie took a deep breath he knew it was going to come to this. Once they had discovered his secret, they had demanded to go too. He had held them off until now. Now there was no use arguing.

“Ok, I’ll go and ask him. Get your things ready because when I return we will be leaving for good. Our parents will never understand and we won’t be allowed to return once they find out.”

“We’ll be here-”

“Hurry up.”

With one last look around Charlie disapparated.

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Diemos awoke and took a moment to adjust to his surroundings. The light was harsh on his eyes and it took a moment before he could see. The memories of last night came rushing back and he took a moment to look around at his room.

It was decorated in hues of black, grey, and silver. Diemos laughed. This is just what I pictured a vampire’s room to look like. Fancy, yet dark. If only the curtains were closed. Just then a knock sounded on his door.

“Enter!”

Into his room walked Draco Malfoy.

“Good Morning, Cousin. Sun a little bright this morning?”

“Piss off, Malfoy. Haven’t you heard that it’s not nice to anger hungry vampires? And shut the damn drapes!!”

“Well, if you’re going to act like that then I won’t tell you about how we’ve got a nice little Order member downstairs for your breakfast.”

“Really? Who?”

“It seems my dear cousin, Nymphadora, came by for a visit.”

“Tonks?”

“Yep. We caught her trying to impersonate a Death Eater. She was trying to find out what he Dark Lord knew about your “death”.”

“Fine. I won’t kill you this time. But don’t think you can bribe me with blood every time you piss me off.”

“Sure. Whatever you say, Bloodboy. Now get your arse up off that bed and get dressed. Your father left you some clothes. He didn’t think you wanted to wear those fashion rejects you used to wear.” He held his hand out to Diemos. “What do you say? Friends? I admit I never knew “Harry” but from what I’ve seen I’d like to be Diemos’ friend.”

“Sure, now I’ll have someone to annoy me and provide some much needed verbal sparring.”

“Very funny.”

“I thought so.”

The two headed downstairs. They were met by their fathers’ and walked into a small anti-room.

“I trust Draco told you of our prize? Good, she’s given all the information she had…it wasn’t much. She’s all yours.”

“Severus?” said a small voice from the corner. Tonks looked up in hope at hearing Snape’s voice. She’d been tortured for hours. She was bleeding from several wounds and shaking from over-exposure to the cruciatus curse.

“Hello, Nymphadora. I’d like to introduce you to my son, Diemos.”

“Son? You don’t have a son.”

“Oh, yes I do. Only you might know him better as Harry Potter. You see that’s who he used to be. Now, however, he is only Diemos Snape. Diemos means fear…and you should be afraid. He’s going to kill you.”

“Harry? No, Harry is dead.”

“Wotcher, Tonks. How you been? How’s everyone? Anything interesting happed lately? Ok, enough pleasantries.” Diemos grabbed Tonks by the hair and pulled her up to him. His eyes flashed purple, fangs lengthened, and a look of pure hunger flashed across his face.

To the others in the room, it was gruesome yet beautiful. Tonks scream echoed off the stone walls. Diemos was the epitome of evil in that second. As his teeth ripped into the pale flesh of her neck, a look of surprise and shock crossed Tonk’s face.

Shivers ran down Draco’s neck. Lucius’ blood ran cold. Severus fought to contain his own blood lust. Seeing his son take this person that was supposed to be a friend made him proud. His son was really on his side. He was embracing the vampire within and relishing in it. Severus would get to fight on his son’s side. For the first time in a long time, Severus smiled.

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Once Diemos had drunk his fill, the four men headed to the meeting room.

Seated in a throne at the end of the room was the Dark Lord. Dressed in robes of black lined with green and silver, and with his snake-like persona, and red eyes he made quite the imposing figure. The men kneeled at his feet and kissed the hem of his robes, well, except for Diemos. He remained standing.

“You do not kneel, Young Master Snape?”

“I kneel for no one. I prefer to stand at your side.”

“Severus, your son is as impudent as you are.”

The three men on the floor looked up in shock. No one dared to speak to the Dark Lord in that way, at least not and live. Voldemort looked at Diemos for a moment in contemplation. He, then, turned to the others.

“Leave us. I would speak with this whelp alone.”

“Yes, milord,” they answered. This can’t be good. They thought as they exited the room.

“So, you do not wish to follow me?”

“No. I wish to join you as you ally. Your equal.”

“You think yourself equal to me?”

“Yes.”

“A little cocky aren’t you?”

“No, just sure of myself. It feels good. I’ve never felt this good before.”

“Power. It feels good, doesn’t it? I must admit it’s been awhile since someone had the balls to talk to me like that. I find it rather refreshing. Remove your hood. I would like to get a good look at you.”

Diemos removed his hood and Voldemort took in the new look of the old Harry Potter. Damn, he looks nothing like he used to. He’s very attractive. Those eyes. They are the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen. Green and violet. No one could mistake him for Harry Potter any longer. It’s hard to believe they are the same person.

“See something you like/”

“Very much. So, you have heard the truth?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“I am my father’s son; there is no mistake about that. If that is true the rest must be also. I must admit I knew Dumbledore was hiding some things from me but I never thought him capable of all that. He has controlled my whole life. He will pay for what he had done.”

“Very good. Now about your placement within my ranks. You are strong. Almost as strong as me. With a little training you will surpass me and be unstoppable. However, if you want placed at my side you will have to prove yourself capable. Show no mercy or they will walk all over you. Show them the meaning of the word “fear”. In fact, that shall be your name. You will be known as the Prince of Fear, and you will stand at my side. You shall not wear the Dark Mark. We will mark each other with a mark of equals. It will allow us to communicate with each other. With it we will both control our army. Together we will bring the light to its knees.”

“I agree. Now that that is settled. Tom-”

“Why you insolent little-”

“What’s the matter, Tom? I thought we were friends now. No one is here but us. You can drop the Dark Lord act, Tom.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why not? What shall I call you then? Voldie? Moldyshorts? Vol? Snakeman? What?”

“I am not a snakeman!” Voldemort lowered his glamour to reveal a much younger, more beautiful man. Brown hair down to his shoulders, well muscled physique, and gorgeous red eyes, the Dark Lord was hot! All images of the evil snake lord were gone.

Diemos took one look at the real Tom and had to admit he was damn sexy. “I see you got your old body back. Congratulations. Looks good.”

“Thank you, however, I did not do it for your pleasure.”

“Oh, why not? I could get all kinds of pleasure from that.” Fuck, he thought, I am flirting with Voldemort. What the fuck is wrong with me. Stop it!

“And just what ‘pleasure’ might you get from me?”

“I - well - um- FUCK!”

“Not now, but maybe after we’ve known each other for more that an hour.” Fuck! I’m flirting with Harry-bloody-Potter. No…wait…Harry Potter is dead. I’m flirting with Diemos. Damn. I shouldn’t be flirting at all. Stop this now! “I believe it’s time to call our troops that way we can introduce you to them, announce Harry Potter’s demise at your hands, and place our marks on each other.”

Diemos snapped back to attention, he’d nearly lost it after that comment of Tom’s. He answered, “Yes, I believe now would be the perfect time for that meeting. I would like to meet your troops.” Before we end up naked on the floor, he added in his head. What the fuck is wrong with me?










Next time on lies....Death Eater meeting and unexpected allies.