The Bloody Marionette
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,131
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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The Bloody Marionette
1.
“How could you Harry?” Hermione’s superior voice sounded from across the room. He treated her, like he’d treated everyone else that had come to his cell in Azkaban, hoping to get him to break his silence, or break down and beg for forgiveness. But for the last three years, he’d kept his own council.
“How could you betray us like that? What would your parents think?” Hermione said, pulling out the ace card that was sure to get a rise out of him. She blinked stupidly when he remained silent, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.
“Well fine Potter! I tried to reason with you, I tried to help you! But what do you do? You throw it back in my face! You miserable little shit!” Hermione stormed from the room, angrily shaking her head at the assembled members of The Order that she passed on her way.
The cell door was shut and locked, with two Dementor guards taking over the guarding duties. In just a few short hours, everything would change.
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“You, Harry James Potter, are hereby accused of aiding the Dark Lord You-Know-Who, consorting with dark creatures, two counts of murder, and numerous use of the three unforgivable! How do you plead?” Cornelius Fudge said, sneering down at the boy he’d tried so hard to destroy.
Everyone shivered when the boy opened his mouth and hissed out at the ma long string of curses, before biting out in clipped tones;
“No matter what I say, you’ve already made up in your mind that I am guilty. I can present no evidence to you that will sway your mind, even when all I have is the truth. If I testify under Veritaserum, you will challenge the validity of it, marking my immunity to the Imperius Curse as the basis for the accusation.
“I could show you my memories, but again you will challenge them, claiming that I can do what no one else has, and alter my own memories. After all, if I can survive a killing curse, what’s to say I can’t alter them?
“You will undoubtedly have my friends, my loved ones on the stand claiming that I am dark filth and should be killed, that I am an embarrassment to my parent’s memories. I have only this to say in my defense: I am innocent of the crimes against me. And when you all figure it out, it will ultimately be too late. Wether this revelation comes a few hours after the trial is over, or in twenty years.
“I will never forget, just who stood by me, and who defected in the face of opposition. When Voldemort has you by the scrotum, look not to me for salvation, for I will not save you. If you cast me away, I will forsake all those who betrayed me. Me, a fifteen year old boy, made savior by the wizarding world, turned scapegoat of the ministry. I will speak no more.” Harry said, turning his face away from the courtroom at large.
They were all silent, and remained that way through the rousing testimony of Harry’s so called friend, his beloved godfather, Remus, even Dumbledore and respected members of the order. In the end, the verdict was just as harry had said.
He was sentenced to two lifetimes in Azkaban, and his families wealth and property would be held in trust by his godfather until Sirius’s heir claimed them.
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Harry was jerked out of his memories by the arrival of an Auror squad. They trained their wands on him, as though he was still a threat after three years of hell.
“Prisoner 22579-316, you are now eligible for execution.” Harry was roughly led from his cell, through the dank hallway and out into bright sunlight, where he was startled to find a large group of people who were chatting as if they were at Wimbledon watching a tourney.
“Minister Fudge, Mr Dumbledore, Lord Basarab, may I present to you, Prisoner 22579-316, Harry James Potter.” the man said. Harry was kicked in the back of the knees and made to go down in a subservient posture.
“Yes, thank you Auror Blackmon. Prisoner 22579-316, heretofore known as Harry James Potter, you have been found guilty of the crimes attributed to you, on this day three years ago. You have since been uncooperable with us in our efforts to oppose you-know-who’s regime. Therefore, it is the decision of the law making body to give your life to our new allies. Our alliance in cemented.” fudge said. He’d never sounded more eloquent.
“My lord.” he said, bowing to a tall man with waist length straight Black hair and pitch Black eyes. He could have been related to Snape if not for the obvious differences in appearance. Where Snape’s skin was sallow, this man’s was as white as the snow around them. His nose wasn’t hooked, and his Black eyes were alive with a passion, where Snape’s burned with hatred.
“I thank you Cornelius. He will make a lovely snack.” the man said. He approached Harry and knelt down in front of him. The hand that rose and lifted Harry’s chin was surprisingly warm. Harry’s eyes were examined, he felt as if his soul ahd been read, and the man’s eyes widened.
He called out something to his people in their native language before he jerked forwards and sank his fangs into Harry’s throat.
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Even after putting the boy in prison, and calling for his execution, the fact that he was now being killed in front of them made them uneasy. Doubt sprang up in their minds as they saw the boy smile, even as the life was leaving him.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Had they been wrong? Had the boy been tortured because of a mistake? But Albus Dumbledore said he'd followed in Tom Riddle's footsteps and had turned dark. So he must be Evil. Right?
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Harry felt himself sink into oblivion as the last of his life’s blood was absorbed into the vampire. Strangely, he didn’t go into a bright light, he just floated in darkness, hearing all that was around him.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“We will take the body to our home, where he shall be given exactly what he deserves. For all of eternity.” Mircea smirked, he and his entire clan knew that the human’s were screwed. He’d seen into the boy’s very soul, and had seen no guile, nor even a hint of darkness. He’d only cast an unforgivable once, and it hadn’t even worked properly. He’d killed no one. Betrayed no one.
They would turn him, and give him the family his soul cried out for.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
SO I'M BACK, AND READY TO TRY THIS AGAIN.
IF I GET ENOUGH INTEREST, I WILL BEGAN RE-POSTING THE FEW STORIES I MANAGED TO SAVE BEFORE MY EX RAN A MAGNATE OVER MY LAPTOP'S HARDDRIVE, I WAS DEPRESSED FOR TWO WEEKS, BUT THANKFULLY MY DAD BOUGHT ME A NEW DESKTOP (HP TOUCHSMART, I LOVE IT!) SO I'M GETTING BACK UP ON THE HORSE, SO TO SPEAK.
REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE, AND LET ME KNOW IF I COULD REPOST THE FEW STORIES I SAVED!!!
Mokushi Ryuu
“How could you Harry?” Hermione’s superior voice sounded from across the room. He treated her, like he’d treated everyone else that had come to his cell in Azkaban, hoping to get him to break his silence, or break down and beg for forgiveness. But for the last three years, he’d kept his own council.
“How could you betray us like that? What would your parents think?” Hermione said, pulling out the ace card that was sure to get a rise out of him. She blinked stupidly when he remained silent, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.
“Well fine Potter! I tried to reason with you, I tried to help you! But what do you do? You throw it back in my face! You miserable little shit!” Hermione stormed from the room, angrily shaking her head at the assembled members of The Order that she passed on her way.
The cell door was shut and locked, with two Dementor guards taking over the guarding duties. In just a few short hours, everything would change.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“You, Harry James Potter, are hereby accused of aiding the Dark Lord You-Know-Who, consorting with dark creatures, two counts of murder, and numerous use of the three unforgivable! How do you plead?” Cornelius Fudge said, sneering down at the boy he’d tried so hard to destroy.
Everyone shivered when the boy opened his mouth and hissed out at the ma long string of curses, before biting out in clipped tones;
“No matter what I say, you’ve already made up in your mind that I am guilty. I can present no evidence to you that will sway your mind, even when all I have is the truth. If I testify under Veritaserum, you will challenge the validity of it, marking my immunity to the Imperius Curse as the basis for the accusation.
“I could show you my memories, but again you will challenge them, claiming that I can do what no one else has, and alter my own memories. After all, if I can survive a killing curse, what’s to say I can’t alter them?
“You will undoubtedly have my friends, my loved ones on the stand claiming that I am dark filth and should be killed, that I am an embarrassment to my parent’s memories. I have only this to say in my defense: I am innocent of the crimes against me. And when you all figure it out, it will ultimately be too late. Wether this revelation comes a few hours after the trial is over, or in twenty years.
“I will never forget, just who stood by me, and who defected in the face of opposition. When Voldemort has you by the scrotum, look not to me for salvation, for I will not save you. If you cast me away, I will forsake all those who betrayed me. Me, a fifteen year old boy, made savior by the wizarding world, turned scapegoat of the ministry. I will speak no more.” Harry said, turning his face away from the courtroom at large.
They were all silent, and remained that way through the rousing testimony of Harry’s so called friend, his beloved godfather, Remus, even Dumbledore and respected members of the order. In the end, the verdict was just as harry had said.
He was sentenced to two lifetimes in Azkaban, and his families wealth and property would be held in trust by his godfather until Sirius’s heir claimed them.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Harry was jerked out of his memories by the arrival of an Auror squad. They trained their wands on him, as though he was still a threat after three years of hell.
“Prisoner 22579-316, you are now eligible for execution.” Harry was roughly led from his cell, through the dank hallway and out into bright sunlight, where he was startled to find a large group of people who were chatting as if they were at Wimbledon watching a tourney.
“Minister Fudge, Mr Dumbledore, Lord Basarab, may I present to you, Prisoner 22579-316, Harry James Potter.” the man said. Harry was kicked in the back of the knees and made to go down in a subservient posture.
“Yes, thank you Auror Blackmon. Prisoner 22579-316, heretofore known as Harry James Potter, you have been found guilty of the crimes attributed to you, on this day three years ago. You have since been uncooperable with us in our efforts to oppose you-know-who’s regime. Therefore, it is the decision of the law making body to give your life to our new allies. Our alliance in cemented.” fudge said. He’d never sounded more eloquent.
“My lord.” he said, bowing to a tall man with waist length straight Black hair and pitch Black eyes. He could have been related to Snape if not for the obvious differences in appearance. Where Snape’s skin was sallow, this man’s was as white as the snow around them. His nose wasn’t hooked, and his Black eyes were alive with a passion, where Snape’s burned with hatred.
“I thank you Cornelius. He will make a lovely snack.” the man said. He approached Harry and knelt down in front of him. The hand that rose and lifted Harry’s chin was surprisingly warm. Harry’s eyes were examined, he felt as if his soul ahd been read, and the man’s eyes widened.
He called out something to his people in their native language before he jerked forwards and sank his fangs into Harry’s throat.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Even after putting the boy in prison, and calling for his execution, the fact that he was now being killed in front of them made them uneasy. Doubt sprang up in their minds as they saw the boy smile, even as the life was leaving him.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Had they been wrong? Had the boy been tortured because of a mistake? But Albus Dumbledore said he'd followed in Tom Riddle's footsteps and had turned dark. So he must be Evil. Right?
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Harry felt himself sink into oblivion as the last of his life’s blood was absorbed into the vampire. Strangely, he didn’t go into a bright light, he just floated in darkness, hearing all that was around him.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“We will take the body to our home, where he shall be given exactly what he deserves. For all of eternity.” Mircea smirked, he and his entire clan knew that the human’s were screwed. He’d seen into the boy’s very soul, and had seen no guile, nor even a hint of darkness. He’d only cast an unforgivable once, and it hadn’t even worked properly. He’d killed no one. Betrayed no one.
They would turn him, and give him the family his soul cried out for.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
SO I'M BACK, AND READY TO TRY THIS AGAIN.
IF I GET ENOUGH INTEREST, I WILL BEGAN RE-POSTING THE FEW STORIES I MANAGED TO SAVE BEFORE MY EX RAN A MAGNATE OVER MY LAPTOP'S HARDDRIVE, I WAS DEPRESSED FOR TWO WEEKS, BUT THANKFULLY MY DAD BOUGHT ME A NEW DESKTOP (HP TOUCHSMART, I LOVE IT!) SO I'M GETTING BACK UP ON THE HORSE, SO TO SPEAK.
REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE, AND LET ME KNOW IF I COULD REPOST THE FEW STORIES I SAVED!!!
Mokushi Ryuu