The Embrace of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
23,941
Reviews:
116
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
\"...\" speech
\'...\'thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
In the Graveyard...
“Kill the spare.’
‘Crucio.’
‘Bone of the father...’
‘... Avery... Malfoy...’
‘Flesh of the servant...’
‘... Muggle torture...’
‘Blood of the enemy...’
‘... Lestrange...’
‘Crucio.’
‘... Crabbe... Goyle...’
‘... MacNair... Nott...’
‘...Potter...’
Voldemort
Harry sat up with a start, the events of a few days ago playing through his head. He was in a cold sweat, his bed sheets damp with it and his hair dripping. He sighed to himself, folding his arms behind his head, settling down to go over the events yet again.
Cedric’s death, his subsequent capture, the ritual, Voldemort’s rise... they were all clear in his head. The Death Eater meeting was a little fuzzy around the edges. He remembered the events and Voldemort’s speech, but it was abstract, like it happened to someone else or it was a story he read.
The last thing he remembered clearly was Voldemort saying: “And here he is... the boy you all believed had been my downfall...” After that, things got confused and muddled. He had two memories of events, the real ones, and equally realistic false events. The problem was, Harry didn’t know which was which. Harry may not have been a Hermione-like know-it-all, but he was intelligent. He knew the signs of a modified memory. He hammered away at the seal on his memory day and night. He wasn’t sure which memories were real, he didn’t remember which he had left school with and which had surfaced. All he knew was that whatever it was, was important.
He reviewed the two versions he had.
-----
Voldemort cursed him after his speech, subjecting the fourteen year old to the tortures of the Cruciatus Curse. The Death Eaters laughed at his pained convulsions, his fear filled screams. Voldemort offered to duel him, mocking him in the process when he refused to bow. Again, he was hit with the Cruciatus. Harry hid himself, before finally coming out to duel. When their spells met, the brother wand effect kicked in. Harry fought with everything he had, and Voldemort lost. The shades of Cedric, the old man from his vision, his mum and dad... they all protected him. He portkeyed back to Hogwarts with Cedric’s corpse.
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Voldemort crouched down in front of the bound and gagged form of Harry Potter. “He was not my downfall... though he could be.” Hisses and shocked gasps came form the assembled Death Eaters. “Silence. This boy... young man, has the power to vanquish me. He has the power, but he has yet to use it. His mother’s sacrifice is what saved him that night.” He gazed at Harry for a long time, eyes tracing over his face, lingering on his scar... A quick flick of his wand and Harry was free.
\"With you, may faithful, as witnesses, I offer an explanation for my actions in Godric’s Hollow. I received word of a prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... That was all that my spy was able to tell me. But there was more to it than that. ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live will the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... The last part is slightly important wouldn’t you say?” The Death Eaters chuckled nervously.
“Later that same night, I received my own vision. One shall be born to face the Dark Lord. In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the people, and he shall break the World by his coming. His blood shall be spilled by his Brothers of the Light, and he shall turn from them to the embrace of Darkness. Let tears flow, O ye people of the World. Weep for your lost salvation. Yes, Harry Potter has the power to kill me, but he will soon have not the will. I foresaw a time when he will turn to me and we will be as one. He has not only the power to kill me, but the power to hand us the world on a silver platter.”
And then he spoke in a hiss, for Harry’s ears alone. 0o I foresaw my painful death. I will not apologise for the deaths of your parents, for that would cheapen their sacrifice. I will apologise for the life you have had to lead as a result of my actions. Know this Harry: I will never turn from you, never betray you, never lie to you. For I am yours and you are mine. Without me, you would not be who you are, and vice versa. Without each other, we are incomplete. Please forgive me Harry. All will be explained to you.o0
Without another word, he turned from the shocked teen, facing his equally shocked followers. “From now on, it is your duty to protect Harry Potter. He is to be treated with respect and dignity. Inform your children of this.” He turned back to his other half, his heart aching at the shattered look on his face. 0o It is time for you to go back, Harry.o0 He placed Cedric in the brunet’s arms, placed the portkey in his hands, and Harry was gone. A phantom kiss lingered on the boy’s temple.
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\"...\" speech
\'...\'thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
In the Graveyard...
‘Crucio.’
‘Bone of the father...’
‘... Avery... Malfoy...’
‘Flesh of the servant...’
‘... Muggle torture...’
‘Blood of the enemy...’
‘... Lestrange...’
‘Crucio.’
‘... Crabbe... Goyle...’
‘... MacNair... Nott...’
‘...Potter...’
Voldemort
Harry sat up with a start, the events of a few days ago playing through his head. He was in a cold sweat, his bed sheets damp with it and his hair dripping. He sighed to himself, folding his arms behind his head, settling down to go over the events yet again.
Cedric’s death, his subsequent capture, the ritual, Voldemort’s rise... they were all clear in his head. The Death Eater meeting was a little fuzzy around the edges. He remembered the events and Voldemort’s speech, but it was abstract, like it happened to someone else or it was a story he read.
The last thing he remembered clearly was Voldemort saying: “And here he is... the boy you all believed had been my downfall...” After that, things got confused and muddled. He had two memories of events, the real ones, and equally realistic false events. The problem was, Harry didn’t know which was which. Harry may not have been a Hermione-like know-it-all, but he was intelligent. He knew the signs of a modified memory. He hammered away at the seal on his memory day and night. He wasn’t sure which memories were real, he didn’t remember which he had left school with and which had surfaced. All he knew was that whatever it was, was important.
He reviewed the two versions he had.
-----
Voldemort cursed him after his speech, subjecting the fourteen year old to the tortures of the Cruciatus Curse. The Death Eaters laughed at his pained convulsions, his fear filled screams. Voldemort offered to duel him, mocking him in the process when he refused to bow. Again, he was hit with the Cruciatus. Harry hid himself, before finally coming out to duel. When their spells met, the brother wand effect kicked in. Harry fought with everything he had, and Voldemort lost. The shades of Cedric, the old man from his vision, his mum and dad... they all protected him. He portkeyed back to Hogwarts with Cedric’s corpse.
-----
Voldemort crouched down in front of the bound and gagged form of Harry Potter. “He was not my downfall... though he could be.” Hisses and shocked gasps came form the assembled Death Eaters. “Silence. This boy... young man, has the power to vanquish me. He has the power, but he has yet to use it. His mother’s sacrifice is what saved him that night.” He gazed at Harry for a long time, eyes tracing over his face, lingering on his scar... A quick flick of his wand and Harry was free.
\"With you, may faithful, as witnesses, I offer an explanation for my actions in Godric’s Hollow. I received word of a prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... That was all that my spy was able to tell me. But there was more to it than that. ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live will the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... The last part is slightly important wouldn’t you say?” The Death Eaters chuckled nervously.
“Later that same night, I received my own vision. One shall be born to face the Dark Lord. In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the people, and he shall break the World by his coming. His blood shall be spilled by his Brothers of the Light, and he shall turn from them to the embrace of Darkness. Let tears flow, O ye people of the World. Weep for your lost salvation. Yes, Harry Potter has the power to kill me, but he will soon have not the will. I foresaw a time when he will turn to me and we will be as one. He has not only the power to kill me, but the power to hand us the world on a silver platter.”
And then he spoke in a hiss, for Harry’s ears alone. 0o I foresaw my painful death. I will not apologise for the deaths of your parents, for that would cheapen their sacrifice. I will apologise for the life you have had to lead as a result of my actions. Know this Harry: I will never turn from you, never betray you, never lie to you. For I am yours and you are mine. Without me, you would not be who you are, and vice versa. Without each other, we are incomplete. Please forgive me Harry. All will be explained to you.o0
Without another word, he turned from the shocked teen, facing his equally shocked followers. “From now on, it is your duty to protect Harry Potter. He is to be treated with respect and dignity. Inform your children of this.” He turned back to his other half, his heart aching at the shattered look on his face. 0o It is time for you to go back, Harry.o0 He placed Cedric in the brunet’s arms, placed the portkey in his hands, and Harry was gone. A phantom kiss lingered on the boy’s temple.