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The Embrace of Darkness
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Adult ++
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8
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23,947
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116
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
"..." speech
'...'thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
*...* Cookie
'Harry–
I was most disturbed when I found out what your... relatives had done to you. Rest assured, if the Ministry does not deal with this issue properly, I will. Dumbldore will pay for making you go through that.
I know you that you may not be ready to join me, and that you may never be. But you should understand that you would never be a Death Eater, never one of my minions. You are above them, you are everything they are not. You would be my consort, my equal. Know that you forever have my protection and support, unconditionally. And dare I say you have my love?
I know I have been unfeeling and cold in the past, but never with you Harry. Never with you. The things you make me feel... hope, affection, desire, lust, anger, frustration, misery, despair... the mere thought of you sends my mind and heart into confused delight.
Remember my promise. Remember me.
T’
Harry carefully folded the letter again, placing it back into his pocket. He had only received it a few days ago, yet the parchment looked aged and worn, with heavy creases from folding. When he had first seen the raven holding it, he had panicked. He wasn’t sure why, but he had. Cookie had been forced to calm him before he would open it. What he had found had shocked him. He had known that his relationship with Voldemort had changed, but he had thought it would be more along the lines or working partners than lovers.
He had studied it for hidden meanings, had thought about the offers, the words, the emotions in it. He had decided long before that he would join Voldemort, it was one of the things Cookie didn’t understand.
He looked up as reporters and photographers began streaming into the Gringott’s conference room. It was the day before his birthday and he was holding his press conference. He waited quietly, hidden by enchantments. Once everyone was seated, he stepped forwards, discarding the spells like a blanket. The room was instantly silent. It had been commented that he had become more self-assured, more confident, just more. It had everyone intrigued.
“Ladies and gentleman of the media. I thank you for your patience. Before I begin, a warning. This room has been enchanted against such devices as Quick Quotes Quills, Rapid Reeds. Additionally, all information obtained herein will be reported truthfully and completely. Twisting my words or intent will not be allowed. Should I find this to happen, you will lose your job. You have been warned.” Harry levelled a particularly venomous glare at Rita Skeeter, who was working for a small newspaper in Scotland.
“I suppose that before I take any questions, you will want answers to my recent stay in St. Mungo’s. To understand that story, I must begin a long time ago. As everyone knows, on Halloween nearly fourteen years ago, Voldemort went to Godric’s Hollow. No one knows why he went there. Wrong, Albus Dumbldore, the Order of the Phoenix, and I know why he went there. And before you ask, yes I will tell you why.”
Harry spent over three hours in the press conference, telling them his life story, only leaving out things too embarrassing or too personal to tell. He definitely did not tell them about the extent of his power.
Then came a question and answer period. “And now I will answer any remaining questions you have. Please respect my privacy.”
A short blond woman in the back nearly hopped with excitement to ask her question. “Mr. Potter, if it is not too personal a question, would you mind telling us about your romantic relationships?”
Harry stared hard at her for a few moments, and she wilted under it. “It’s quite alright Vanessa, I am just thinking about what I can tell you without invading the privacy of others.” She perked up and smiled at his use of her name.
“I am nearly fifteen, I suppose it would be ludicrous to attempt to tell you that I have no relationships. Last school term, I had a bit of a crush on an upper year girl. She is a Ravenclaw and extremely pretty, but that was not why I liked her. She didn’t see me as the famous or infamous Boy-Who-Lived, see didn’t see Harry Potter the celebrity. She saw Harry, the Griffindor and quidditch player who struggles in Potions and excels in D.A.D.A. But it wasn’t meant to be, she had a boyfriend. Presently, I have my eye on someone, but I shall give no names. Right now, it is not a relationship of anything but tentative friendship. It may turn into something more. The things he makes me feel...” Harry trailed off, a dreamy look in his eyes, deliberately posing for the snap shots he knew were coming.
An observant reporter caught his deliberate slip. “Mr. Potter, you said that this new person is a ‘he’. Does this mean you will disappoint witches everywhere by being gay?”
“Gary, weren’t you listening? Before him there was a girl. I am adamantly bisexual.” The reporters from teen magazines and scandal sheets buzzed with excitement at this tidbit.
“Two questions if I may, Mr. Potter. What kind of sentencing would you think just for your muggle relatives for all that they have done to you? And should they be found innocent by some inconceivable reason, what would your reaction be?”
“Melissa, I am hardly the best person to ask about that. I am a highly biassed source. However, I believe that ten and a half years in Azkaban would be justified. The same amount of time they had abused me. If they are not found guilty, they had better run and hide.” His eyes turned hard and cold, unnerving quite a number of people there. “Many of my closest friends and supporters would love to get their hands on them.” He smiled brightly then, the clouds passing from his eyes. “And that is the end of this conference my friends. Thank you for attending, and have a nice day. Please feel free to linger for refreshments in the room across the hall.”
A/N: thank you for reading and don't forget to review on the way out
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"..." speech
'...'thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
*...* Cookie
I was most disturbed when I found out what your... relatives had done to you. Rest assured, if the Ministry does not deal with this issue properly, I will. Dumbldore will pay for making you go through that.
I know you that you may not be ready to join me, and that you may never be. But you should understand that you would never be a Death Eater, never one of my minions. You are above them, you are everything they are not. You would be my consort, my equal. Know that you forever have my protection and support, unconditionally. And dare I say you have my love?
I know I have been unfeeling and cold in the past, but never with you Harry. Never with you. The things you make me feel... hope, affection, desire, lust, anger, frustration, misery, despair... the mere thought of you sends my mind and heart into confused delight.
Remember my promise. Remember me.
T’
Harry carefully folded the letter again, placing it back into his pocket. He had only received it a few days ago, yet the parchment looked aged and worn, with heavy creases from folding. When he had first seen the raven holding it, he had panicked. He wasn’t sure why, but he had. Cookie had been forced to calm him before he would open it. What he had found had shocked him. He had known that his relationship with Voldemort had changed, but he had thought it would be more along the lines or working partners than lovers.
He had studied it for hidden meanings, had thought about the offers, the words, the emotions in it. He had decided long before that he would join Voldemort, it was one of the things Cookie didn’t understand.
He looked up as reporters and photographers began streaming into the Gringott’s conference room. It was the day before his birthday and he was holding his press conference. He waited quietly, hidden by enchantments. Once everyone was seated, he stepped forwards, discarding the spells like a blanket. The room was instantly silent. It had been commented that he had become more self-assured, more confident, just more. It had everyone intrigued.
“Ladies and gentleman of the media. I thank you for your patience. Before I begin, a warning. This room has been enchanted against such devices as Quick Quotes Quills, Rapid Reeds. Additionally, all information obtained herein will be reported truthfully and completely. Twisting my words or intent will not be allowed. Should I find this to happen, you will lose your job. You have been warned.” Harry levelled a particularly venomous glare at Rita Skeeter, who was working for a small newspaper in Scotland.
“I suppose that before I take any questions, you will want answers to my recent stay in St. Mungo’s. To understand that story, I must begin a long time ago. As everyone knows, on Halloween nearly fourteen years ago, Voldemort went to Godric’s Hollow. No one knows why he went there. Wrong, Albus Dumbldore, the Order of the Phoenix, and I know why he went there. And before you ask, yes I will tell you why.”
Harry spent over three hours in the press conference, telling them his life story, only leaving out things too embarrassing or too personal to tell. He definitely did not tell them about the extent of his power.
Then came a question and answer period. “And now I will answer any remaining questions you have. Please respect my privacy.”
A short blond woman in the back nearly hopped with excitement to ask her question. “Mr. Potter, if it is not too personal a question, would you mind telling us about your romantic relationships?”
Harry stared hard at her for a few moments, and she wilted under it. “It’s quite alright Vanessa, I am just thinking about what I can tell you without invading the privacy of others.” She perked up and smiled at his use of her name.
“I am nearly fifteen, I suppose it would be ludicrous to attempt to tell you that I have no relationships. Last school term, I had a bit of a crush on an upper year girl. She is a Ravenclaw and extremely pretty, but that was not why I liked her. She didn’t see me as the famous or infamous Boy-Who-Lived, see didn’t see Harry Potter the celebrity. She saw Harry, the Griffindor and quidditch player who struggles in Potions and excels in D.A.D.A. But it wasn’t meant to be, she had a boyfriend. Presently, I have my eye on someone, but I shall give no names. Right now, it is not a relationship of anything but tentative friendship. It may turn into something more. The things he makes me feel...” Harry trailed off, a dreamy look in his eyes, deliberately posing for the snap shots he knew were coming.
An observant reporter caught his deliberate slip. “Mr. Potter, you said that this new person is a ‘he’. Does this mean you will disappoint witches everywhere by being gay?”
“Gary, weren’t you listening? Before him there was a girl. I am adamantly bisexual.” The reporters from teen magazines and scandal sheets buzzed with excitement at this tidbit.
“Two questions if I may, Mr. Potter. What kind of sentencing would you think just for your muggle relatives for all that they have done to you? And should they be found innocent by some inconceivable reason, what would your reaction be?”
“Melissa, I am hardly the best person to ask about that. I am a highly biassed source. However, I believe that ten and a half years in Azkaban would be justified. The same amount of time they had abused me. If they are not found guilty, they had better run and hide.” His eyes turned hard and cold, unnerving quite a number of people there. “Many of my closest friends and supporters would love to get their hands on them.” He smiled brightly then, the clouds passing from his eyes. “And that is the end of this conference my friends. Thank you for attending, and have a nice day. Please feel free to linger for refreshments in the room across the hall.”
A/N: thank you for reading and don't forget to review on the way out