Lies Revealed, Sweet Revenge, and Eternal Love

Ok. First off I want to apologize for the wait. RL sucks sometimes. For making you all wait so long here is an extra long chappie. And smut. The muse is back and with it came this.
Thanks for all the lovely reviews they really get the muse movin. Hugs and Kisses to you all.

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.
A/N: Remember when in their Dark Lord guises Tom and Diemos are referred to as Voldemort and Prince.

Chapter Warnings: This chapter contains character death and slash. If this offends you…..what are you doing reading this??

/thoughts/


Chapter 9


Voldemort and Prince stood before the assembled Death Eaters.

“You all have your orders. In three days time we attack the heart of the light…their children.”

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September 1st arrived and everyone was prepared for the attack. The Death Eaters with children arrived early and secreted their children safely within the Slytherin compartments. The parents then left the platform to arrive later during the attack. They waited until the platform was filled with happy families, then they struck.

Death Eaters came pouring out of the entranceway. They could not apparate in because they had raised an anti-apparition barrier to prevent escape.

General madness ensued. Parents tried to protect their children. They began throwing hexes and curses at the advancing Death Eaters. Older children began joining in, guarding the younger kids as they were herded onto the train.

The Death Eaters had the element of surprise on their side. Adults were falling everywhere, unable to return fire before being knocked out. People were running and screaming in every direction. Luckily, only a few children seemed to have been hit.

Prince spotted Hermione trying to duel Bella and laughed. /She never was a fighter. Looks like Momma Bella is just playing with her. / “Bella, do try to leave her alive, huh?”

“Of course, dear,” she replied as she threw a particularly nasty slashing hex.

Prince caught a flash of red hair and turned towards it. The red hair was also spotted by three specific Death Eaters and they also turned towards it. The four converged on Ron. “Take him,” Prince ordered. “I want to deal with him myself later.”

“Yes, my Prince,” a hooded figure mumbled. The three Death eaters quickly knocked Ron unconscious and, using a portkey, vanished.

After about fifteen minutes of fighting the Aurors finally arrived. They only managed a few minor hexes (not hitting anyone) before all the Death Eaters activated their port keys and vanished, two with their hands on Neville Longbottom. Prince smirked as he left the screams and flames behind.

PRINCEPRINCEPRINCEPRINCEPRINCE


DAILY PROPHET

ATTACK ON HOGWARTS EXPRESS!

You-Know-Who goes after our children!!!

By I.Witnez


Yesterday at 11:00 am, Death Eaters attacked Platform 9 ¾. Children, arriving with their parents, were under attack. Most children ran and hid on the Hogwarts Express while their parents amassed a counter attack desperate to protect them.

Rebecca Finnigan, Anthony Goldstein Sr., Gawain Robards, Septima Vector, Wesley Frobisher, and David Creevey all died heroically in the attack. They fought courageously and saved many children with their actions.

Several older children also fought to protect the younger students. It is a testament to the quality teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that many were able to hold their own.

Many others were injured in the battle. Hermione Granger, a sixth year student, was horribly disfigured during a duel with escapee Bellatrix Lestrange. Seamus Finnigan, another sixth year, lost a limb in the attack that killed his mother. Surprisingly, no students were killed. One student, Colin Creevey, is in the permanent spell damage ward at St. Mungo’s. He was caught in the attack on his father. Two other students are missing.

Ronald Weasley and Neville Longbottom were captured by the Death Eaters and taken away by portkey. We can only hope for their safe return.

This attack was the first raid since the death of Harry Potter and we can only assume the attacks will worsen.

This reporter wonders why, if the attack was on the children, why none of them were killed. I believe this was simply an attack on the hearts and minds of the wizarding world. Next time they will mean business.

Without our champion what will happen? Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, has refused all attempts to ask him questions regarding the war. Many are beginning to question his involvement in the death of our hero. Many are wondering where the wards to protect him were. If the wards were strong enough, he would still be alive. What happened?

One can only hope the next attack will not come. It will, however, and so will the next and the next. It will not end until He is defeated. Who will defeat him? We must all band together. Together we can win. Divided as we are now, all is lost.

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The Death Eaters returned to Riddle Manor and celebrated the successful attack throughout the night. No one was seriously injured, captured, or killed. And all their goals had been achieved. Everyone was ecstatic and in the mood to party.

Voldemort allowed the celebration, but he did not attend. Voldemort accompanied by Remus, were having a heart-to-heart with one Neville Longbottom. Prince had given them permission to tell him everything. He was glad he did not have to tell it this time. He also promised to keep Ron alive and conscious until they arrived.

Prince stood outside the cell and started at the prisoner inside. Ron was sitting on the floor staring at him, calmly. He didn’t know what to make of this. “Why are you so calm? Don’t you understand where you are?” Prince asked.

“I know exactly where I am. I am in You-know-who’s dungeon. I am calm because I am confident Dumbledore and the Order will be here shortly to rescue me.”

Prince began laughing. It was a cold, evil laugh. Voldemort, who had left Neville to Remus and was now standing in the shadows, got chills just listening to it. Ron heard the laugh and suddenly didn’t feel so confident. “That old fool will not come for you. You are already written off. As far as they know you are already dead. The Order of the Fried Chicken will not come rushing to the rescue. Give up those thoughts right now. It will make things so much easier.”

“Who are you? Your voice sounds familiar,” asked Ron.

“I am Prince and I am the one that killed your friend.”

“Friend? Did someone die at the platform?”

“No, I meant your friend, the Potter boy.”

“Harry? You...killed Harry?”

“He was your friend? Was he not?”

“I guess. He was a weak minded fool, but he was supposed to save us, he would have been a hero and I was his friend. I would have been famous.”

“I see.”

“Dumbledore WILL come for me. I am important now. He has to come for me. He needs me.”

“And why exactly are you so important?” Prince asked with a knowing grin.

“I will be the one to defeat You-know-who.”

Voldemort stepped out of the shadows. A look of shock and absolute fear appeared on the redheads’ face. “I seriously doubt that, Mr. Weasley. If the boy-who-wouldn’t-die-but-finally-did couldn’t kill me, what makes you think you can?”

“I am stronger that Harry ever was,” Ron shot back. His voice betraying his fear yet trying to relay confidence.

Prince laughed outright at this statement. Ron turned to him, “What are you laughing at?”

“You. You are a pathetic excuse for a wizard. Harry Potter was twice the wizard you are, but you will both end the same way…as my meal.”

Ron’s eyes opened wide at this statement, having just remembered that it was a vampire that “killed” Harry.

“Our guests are coming,” Voldemort announced to Prince.

“Goody. Playtime. Ron, Ron, Ron. We already knew Dumbledork’s plan to use you as a weapon. You might have noticed that we aren’t plying you for information. You haven’t been given Veritaserum. You know nothing we didn’t already know. Our spies are better than yours. Ah, here they are now.”

Eight robed and masked Death Eaters walked into the room. Prince motioned for them to remain silent.

“You are rather popular around here. Everyone wanted a piece of you. Now, I believe introductions are in order. You know Voldemort here. Draco, Lucius go in and restrain him. I want him standing when I introduce the others.”

Draco and Lucius removed their masks and entered the cage.

“I knew you were your father’s lapdog, Malfoy,” Ron spat.

“At least I’m not a vampire’s lunch,” Draco replied.

“Now, now, son, play nice,” Lucius drawled. “I’m sure Mr. Weasley didn’t need reminding of his fate. After all he’s already in for a bit of a shock.”

Draco mumbled, “ Yes, father,” and tried not to laugh.

The two Malfoy’s each grabbed one of Ron’s arms and dragged him to his feet. Ron made to fight, but was stopped by Lucius’ wand in his neck. His hand were shackled and attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. His feet were shackled to the floor.

“Now to continue my introductions,” Prince began. “Lets see. Who’s next? Sirius Black.” Sirius removed his mask and stepped to Prince’s side. “He was imprisoned falsely. Did you know? Of course you did. Dumbledore told you. Didn’t he? Yes, well he came to us after Harry’s death. It seems your great leader let his godson die. Now he wants revenge. The next one I believe you know, Remus Lupin.”

Ron’s eyes opened in shock. “No. It can’t be you were our teacher. You are in the order.”

“I followed Sirius,” Remus replied. “I am now a Death Eater and a spy on the Order. Dumbledore will pay for what happened to Harry.”

“But that bastard is the one that killed him!” Ron yelled pointing at Prince.

“You will understand shortly,” Remus replied.

“That’s enough,” Prince snapped. “Let’s see. I think I will let the next three introduce themselves.”

The three in question stepped up to stand in front of Ron. As one they removed their masks and hoods.

“NO WAY!!! I don’t believe it. It’s a LIE!” Ron yelled.

“Now, now is that anyway to treat…”

“your dear brothers.”

“We haven’t seen you in ages…”

“And you look at us like we are ghosts.”

“Fred? George? Charlie? What in bloody hell is going on?”

“We joined the winning side,” answered Charlie. “I’ve been a Death Eater for over a year. The twins have been here the entire time they’ve been “missing”. We’ve seen through the old coot’s schemes and made our choice.”

“Besides,” said Fred. “We cans cause more mayhem…”

“and mischief on this side. Making people scream is fun,” finished George with a grin.

“I tire of this,” Voldemort announced. “Prince, if you would finish this. I believe we have other things to do tonight.”

“Very well. For the final introductions. Father?” Severus removed his mask and hood.

“Snape? But- wait- why did you call him father?” Ron asked.

Prince removed his mask and walked up to Ron. The others all stepped back and waited for what they knew was coming.

“Because he is my father. I am Diemos Lucius Snape. My father is Severus Marcus Snape. My mother was Lily Rebecca Snape-nee Evans. My godfather is Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. My father’s mate is Remus Lupin. My honorary brothers are Charlie, Fred, and George Weasley. My adopted Godfather is Sirius Black. My best friend is Draco Severus Malfoy. My mate is Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort.

They are my family. Dumbledore tried to take them all away from me. He failed.

I was formerly known as Harry James Potter, but that name has died. Harry had no family, no one to love or be loved in return. He was Dumbledore’s puppet. When I discovered the truth Harry died and I was born.

Tonight was the beginning of the end. Your death means nothing to me, but it will delay Dumbldore’s plans.

You were supposed to be my best friend. I have true friends now and am glad I now know the difference. Goodbye Ron.”

Everyone looked on in a grim satisfaction as the last bit of Harry Potter died along with Ronald Weasley’s screams.

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As Ron’s body was portkeyed back to the Burrow, everyone made their way back upstairs.

“How did it go with Mr. Longbottom,” Voldemort asked.

“Very well,” answered Remus. “Between the twins and me we have convinced him to stay. He said he had some thinking to do, but he would like to speak with Diemos in the morning.”

“Good. You are all dismissed. Go join in the celebration. You all deserve it. Prince, I believe we have unfinished business.”

“But I wanted to party,” Prince pouted. The truth was killing Ron had turned him on and it was all he could do to not take Voldemort on the dungeon floor.

“We shall have a private party,” Voldemort purred.

“Oh, don’t do that with your glamour on. Only flirt with me at your sexiest.”

Voldemort dropped the glamour. “Better, love?” he whispered.

Prince also dropped the Dark Lord act and wrapped his arms around Tom’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. “Much,” he replied.

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The two Dark Lords excused themselves from the party and disappeared into Tom’s suite.

“Now, where were we?” Tom asked pulling Diemos into his arms.

“I don’t know where you were but I was having an old friend for dinner. Now, I’m full and horny. Feeding always gets me going, and now I finally get to act on it.”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, damn it,” Tom sighed.

The two were soon lost in a mind- altering kiss. Both fought for dominance, neither giving in. they both poured all their lust, passion, and sexual frustration into each other. Hands began pulling at clothing. They stumbled together finally making it to the bed.

Both men took their time exploring each other’s bodies. Every time a new patch of skin was revealed, it was treated to kisses and caresses. Before long both were breathless and naked.

“You’re beautiful,” whispered Tom.

“As are you,” replied Diemos, leaning in to recapture Tom’s mouth.

Lips pressed against lips, tongues battled in a never-ending dance. With hard bodies pressed against each other, they battled. Diemos rolled on top of Tom and thrust against him.

Tom let out a low moan, but he would not give in easily. He rolled both of them back over so that he was now on top. “You’re mine,” he stated, rubbing up against Diemos. He slid his hand between them and wrapped it around both of them. Slowly, he began stroking them both.

Diemos let out a groan and flipped them over again. He slid his hand down between Tom’s thighs and rubbed his finger across the puckered entrance. He chuckled as Tom moaned and opened his legs wider, allowing Diemos further access. “No, Tom. You. Are. Mine,” he spoke, punctuating each word with a thrust of his finger. Slowly, more fingers were added until Diemos deemed him ready. In one motion, Diemos locked Tom in another kiss and muffled Tom’s scream of pleasure as he entered him in one stroke. It only took two strokes to find that one certain spot that turned Tom into a begging fool.

“Oh…yes…please…D-Diemos. Oh. Yes. Just…Like that. Fuck yeah! FUCK ME! Oh Gods! Fuck me. I’m gonna…”

At that moment Diemos sunk his fangs into Tom’s neck and sealed their bond. The intensity of the bite only added to their pleasure and they both exploded together.

Diemos collapsed on top of Tom. He swiped his tongue over the wound to heal it and looked into Tom’s eyes. “That was…” he trailed off unsure how to place what he was feeling into words.

“I know. I feel the same. Now, would you get off me? You may not need to breathe but I do.”

Diemos snickered and rolled off Tom. A few wandless cleaning charms later and both were sound asleep, Tom lying in Diemos’ arms.