Totem

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here just the devious little mind making them dance.

//blah, blah, blah// - denotes thoughts
// ‘blah blah’ // Snape’s thought in Harry’s mind

Pairing: Snape X Harry, Harry X Snape

Summary: Harry retreats to Hogwarts after his latest battle seeking safety, comfort and something else…

REPOSTED: A VERY KIND PERSON POINTED OUT THE I RELY ON BILL GATES WAY TO MUCH AND KEPT CALLING LUCIOUSCIOUCIOUS...DOH!

***

Totem: Chapter 9


***

Voldemort sat at a long wooden table surrounded by stacks of texts and books. He hated wasting the energy on this. His library had found bits and pieces but nothing complete on the spell much less how to break it. He flipped through pages upon pages scouring for whatever his servants had missed. He had other resources of course but he only used those as a last resort. He had even sent eyes to see the spell itself but it was gone, wiped clean from the walls of the tomb. Every last bit of paint, every last carving completely obliterated. That in itself was disturbing. He heard the door creak open and smelled his visitor from a far distance. “What is it, pet?”

Lucius approached his master slowly. What he had was very important and very useful. He had spent nearly all of his strength to find it and all ofhis wealth to obtain it. What he was about to do was very stupid but they wouldn’t shut up. The voices kept chanting in his head. “I have something for you.” The burning inside him made his body lean flush up against the old man. The voices whispered behind his mind.

“What is it?” the Dark Lord did not look up nor did he push the man away. Lucius was his very special servant more brilliant than the others, stronger and more able to take his vicious affections. His spell over Lucius was the reason the man could not stay away from him and it was very different from the usual Cruciatus curse. His personalized spell added the lust for the master as well as leaving the sub conscious intact so the victim would fight with themselves as they succumbed to his bidding. It created a very unique taste for him. The long silence perturbed him. It set the Dark Lord on edge. He put down his book and looked at the blond puppet.

Lucius held his gift in his hand. His spelled body wanted to hand it over and begged to be fucked,ppedpped, beat, anything as long as the Dark Lord would touch him, but the whispers demanded another thing, a long denied and urgent need. He offered the dark glass globe to his Lord. “May I see my son?”

//A spirit globe?// That was interesting but even more intriguing was his bitch’s audacity to bargain with it instead of just handing it over. He considered the request and the situation. There was no way Malfoy would deny his Lord this object. Was he instead requesting favor? //A precious gift, for a precious gift? // This gift must be of great importance for his pet to even think he could try something like this. The ties of blood were strong enough in some cases to over power control spells but he had Draco in his grasp, too so Lucius was damned anyway he turned. Voldemort calculated in his head. It had been almost a year since the last time he had let Lucius see his son. He could certainly take the globe and give him nothing in return. Voldemort deliberated a moment or two more. He stood and walked to the cold hearth. He spoke the quiet incantation and a large hole grew from it’s gaping mouth. He held his hand palm up to Lucius.

Lucius cautiously approached. He dropped the orb into his master’s hand as he stepped through the black gate.

Voldemort held the globe in his hands as the gaping hole closed. “And who might you be?” A sprawl of hieroglyphics ran over the surface then disappeared. Voldemort felt his dead blood rise. This could very well be exactly what he needed. His sweet Lucius had definitely earned his reward. “I think I’ll let my pet stay at his whelp’s side for the rest of the day!” An evil lurid grin grew across his face as he gazed into the spirit ball’s void.

***

He felt the hold of the Dark Lord weaken as he stepped through the gate and became more himself. Lucius stalked from room to room searching for Draco. He had no idea where the Dark Lord had sent him. All that mattered was finding his child. This seamed to be a magical pocket of time and space similar to the house the Lord lived in but empty and void of any life save those he trapped here. No need for food or water. Everything was suspended as if time simply did not exist. Only the Dark Lord could open the door to this place. Finally in a small poorly light room he found Draco, gaunt and lifeless, lying on the floor of his cell next to the fire. Fear of his child’s death screamed through him. Lucius called the boy’s name and ran to the pile of flesh. He scooped up his son and held him close. A small voice drifted to his ear.

“Father?”

The whispers in his head sang in loud chorus, //Draco! Draco! Draco! Draco!// He held his son and cried rocking him back and forth. He hated this life. He hated this Lord who kept them apart just to control him. Kissing his son’s face hpt, pt, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Draco weakly grasped his father. Another child might have fought to get away from the man that had caused his imprisonment. But Draco only lived in the rare moments that his Father was allowed to find him. “How long?”

“Almost a year.” Lucius released his son enough to look at him. He pushed the short raged hair back from the boy’s face. He hadn’t aged a day since his imprisonment 6 years ago. Lucius smiled at the dancing eyes that looke to to him. “Are you alright?”

“If you’re still alive, then I’m alright.” Draco felt the ardent kiss of his father’s lips on his forehead. In the whole time he was growing up the man never showed him an ounce of affection or love; a vain attempt to protect him from the Dark Lord. Voldemort used the boy anyway gambling that if Lucius really didn’t care for the brat then his death would not matter either way. “Tell me, what’s going on.”

“Severus has some kind of spell cast over him that prevents my Lord from drinking him. The death eaters are slowly massing in the towns near Hogwarts. Dumbledore has hidden Ron and Hermione Weasley. My Lord has eliminated many of those close to his obsession… ” Random facts and information spilled from Lucius’ lips. He told his son anything that came to his frayed mind.

“Harry, have you seen Harry?”

Lucius soothed his child’s furrowed brow. “No, love. I have not been allowed very far from my Dark Lord’s side.” He watched Draco steal away his tears. He pulled the listless body close and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, you will be able to tell him yourself. They will defeat my Lord and we will be free.”

The idea of freedom had no effect on Draco. He just wanted Harry to know the truth about what had happened between them. He wasn’t even sure he wanted Harry’s forgiveness but he desired to beg for it even if it was denied him. His guilt was a cage with bars burning into his soul much more painful and real that anything Voldemort could subject him to. “Still, if you find him…”

The child’s voice was desperate and needy. “Yes, yes hush…” Lucius cradled his distraught son. The first year of his imprisonment Voldemort had suspended Draco in the memory of the night he had taken Harry. Draco had told his Father that sometimes he lived it as himself feeling the Dark Lord’s disgusting glee as he painy aby abused Harry’s virgin flesh. Sometimes he was Harry, feeling Draco split him open and tear him apart while the anguish and pain of betrayal ran rampant throughout him. His son existed in this place of limbo with nothing but his memories to haunt him. He mourned for his son’s disappearing life. Lucius wished with all his might that he could throw off the spell that held him at the Dark Lord’s side. If he could return with just an ounce of the rage he felt over his son’s lost life he could kill the bastard himself. But as soon as he stepped through the gate he knew he would return to being Voldemort’s puppet. He made himself stop thinking about the man who had ruined him and concentrated only on the boy in his arms. Lucius held his child tightly and an old soft sweet song pushed its way up from his being and into the thin air.

***

Voldemort stared at the black orb as it sat in the glass bowl. He thoughtfully considered which incantation would work the best. He could free the spirit within. Then he would have to subdue it, possibly loosing his prize. He could make it speak but would it be in a language he knew and then would it be lying to him? He took the wand from his robe and tapped the glob three times. “Discursus Translatus Verisulmilate.” There appeared to be no immediate change.

“Who are you?” Voldemort asked the spirit globe.

“I am a servant of Nehebu-Kau.” Who Who is Nehebu-Kau?”

“Nehebu-Kau is the God of our protection. He brings us the bounty of the land. He is the great serpent that binds the Ka and the Khat providing guidance in life and death. He is the invocation.”

“You are a priest?”

“Nehebu-Kau has no order. I am a servant of the people.”

“How is it that you serve?”

“I accompany the prayers of the people who have asked for protection. I intercede so that the prayers will be understood. I cast the spell that brings Nehebu-Kau’s protection ”

//Protection.// The Dark Lord reflected over many things. Could it be this spell that held Severus safe from him?

“How is Nehebu-Kau’s protection acquired?”

“A prayer is offered to Nehebu-Kau requesting protection. A spell is created within the Khat to find the Ka. Once found, the spell will cast and the Ka is bound to the Khat for etty.”ty.”

“Explain Ka and Khat.”

“The Ka is a guiding spirit life. The Khat is the physical spirit life.”

The Dark Lord stopped again to contemplate. “What is the purpose of the Ka?”

“To guide and protect the Khat through this life and the next.”

“How would the Ka do this?”

“The strength of the Ka is added to the Khat and the binding chooses a path of revelation that already exist in the Ka and Khat.”

“How would I know if some one had asked for Nehebu-K pro protection and undergone the spell?”

“You could not tell in this realm.”

//Now that is convenient.// “Can one break the binding of the Ka and the Kaht?”

“It has been done.”

It was impossible how spelled spirits with or without a body did not believe in elaboration. “How?”

“One must go to the next realm where all is light and destroy the binding spell.”

“And once there, how does one destroy the spell?”

“I do not know how to kill the spell. I only know it has been done on the plain of light.”

So in order to find out how Severus had eluded him he would have to transfigure. Bloody impossible to be in the light when you are made of darkness. He would have to send another. But who? It was a damn distraction anyway. He should not be concerned with Severus he should be trying to eliminate Potter. But Lucius’ suggestion that they were linked lingered in his mind and ate at him. He had fresh doubts about the Professor. Well, he would find a way to break the binding if it existed and whether or not Potter had found his source of power maybe this was the way to dispatch him also.

~TBC~