The Fallen

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringement is intended.

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"My Lord, we have someone who wishes to see you." If there was one thing that Lord Voldemort hated more than anything, and Lord Voldemort hated a lot of things, it was being interrupted while he was contemplating his plan of action to take over the wizarding world while sitting in his opulent study.

"Who is it?" Voldemort growls out dangerously, turning his red eyes to the invader of his study. The ebony robed figure trembles slightly before mumbling out something that Voldemort is sure he has heard incorrectly. "What did you say? Potter?"

"Yes my Lord. Harry Potter is here to see you."

Lord Voldemort's eyebrows raise up into his hair line in surprise before a deep laugh of sinister pleasure rumbles forth from his chest. "Take me to the boy."

The robed figure nods eagerly, extremely glad to have avoided his Lord's wrath as he leads the tall wizard to the throne room. Once they enter the room the robed figure kisses the hem of his Lord's robe before exiting as his Lord has bid him to. Though he desperately wants to see what happens to the Potter brat he will not risk his Lord's wrath. As the robed figure scurries off, Peter Pettigrew can't help but wish that he was one of Voldemort's elite so that he can stay and watch the show but a part of him is extremely glad to be dismissed so that the Potter brat might not call on that life dept of his. That is the last thing the rat wanted. And with those thoughts the door to the throne room clicks shut ominously as Voldemort is left alone with Harry Potter and two wizards with wands trained on him. As Voldemort takes his seat he notices that the boy is not under restraints. That can only mean that he came here of his own free will.

"Hello, Potter. Wormtail tells me that you have come to speak with me."

"I have."

Voldemort lets out a deep chuckle before twirling his yew wand absently. The brother wand to Potter's. "I must say I am deeply surprised by this turn of events. After all the years of evading me, what can bring the oh so great Harry Potter right onto my doorstep?"

"I wish to make a treaty with you."

Voldemort can't help the laughter that invades his form at the slight figure of the desperate boy. Who would have thought that all those nights spent sending the Potter boy visions would have done more work than years of taking out whole villages of muggles and mudbloods. "There is nothing that I want from you. You are not in control of anything Potter. If this treaty is not on behalf of the Ministry of Magic then you can offer me nothing."

"I believe that there is something that I can give you."

"What? Your money?" Voldemort laughs again. "I am already financed by multiple purebloods who have enough galleons to buy out half of the globe."

"I can give you me."

"You? You have already given me yourself. You are hear and you shall not be leaving this Manor again."

"I will give you myself. My submission. I will let you...use me as you will."

Voldemort sits up straighter on his silver throne. Now that, that is something that can only be given freely. Voldemort nods his head at the two Death Eaters--his right hands, and they lower their wands though they remain in close distance to Potter and they do not leave the throne room. "And, what is it that you want for your submission, Potter?"

"Ron."

"Ron?"

"Ronald Weasley. The redhead that you've been sending me visions about for the past week."

"Ah...I never did know the boy's name. Those Weasley's multiply like rabbits." Voldemort laughs at his own joke but Potter remains quiet, waiting for the answer. Back straight, head held high as he waits for the verdict. "Is there nothing else that you want, Potter? No promises to stop killing muggles? No peace talkings with the ministry to end this war? Nothing at all?" Voldemort doesn't know if he will grant the Potter boy anything else he is just curious about the boy's response.

"Nothing."

Lord Voldemort nods his head to Snape telling him to go and retrieve the Weasley while he keeps Lucius to stay and watch over Potter. The trio remains in silence, minutes ticking by as they wait for Snape to return with the redhead. Once Snape enters the chamber with the boy Voldemort can see Potter's shoulders sag as he takes in the abused sight of his best friend. The boy had been tortured on numerous accounts by multiple Death Eater's due to his relationship with Potter and the evidence of this abuse was clear on the still form.

"Ron!" Potter yells out as he runs over to the figure. It appears as if the boy is dead, and Voldemort would have believed this if not for the subtle rising and falling of his chest. Tears are falling from Potter's eyes as he holds Weasley's hand, whispering words that Voldemort can't hear into the unconscious boy's ear. When Voldemort orders Snape to take the Weasley boy back to his cell Potter's grip on the boy's hand tightens before he smiles a sad smile down at the unconscious boy. Before Weasley floats away after Snape Potter releases his hand before using it to rub the red hair off of Weasley's forehead, giving the bruised covered flesh a soft kiss of parting. Voldemort is about to turn away from the scene, not caring to see the Potter bid farewell to the abused boy when Potter lowers his head once more to kiss the cold pale lips of his friend. Snape lets out a grunt before quickly exiting the room.

***

"Your friend's all patched up now, Potter. Would you like to say goodbye to him?"

Harry looks up at Lord Voldemort in the bed that he had been sitting or sleeping in all week as he was waiting for Ron to heal (unless he had to go eat or use the loo of course). Harry nods his head and Voldemort takes his elbow in hand, leading the boy to the would be empty throne room if not for his right hands and the redhead. When they enter Voldemort can see the Weasley boy growling at Snape and Lucius as he is restrained in his bonds. The boy must have fought since he is restrained by a binding spell.

"Ron," Harry says softly, getting the boys attention. When Weasley hears Harry's voice he turns from Snape to face the dark haired boy.

"No," he says, shaking his head in denial. "No! They got you!" Harry shakes his head in the negative, that same sad smile on his face as he walks over to the redhead. He asks if Snape can release his bonds and with a nod from Voldemort the Potion's Master does so though he does let out a disapproving snort. When the redhead is free he stands up, facing Potter. "Harry, why are you hear? Were you captured too? What is going on?"

Harry walks into Ron's outstretched arms, resting his head on the redhead's shoulder as silent tears leave his eyes. Ron notices though from the shaking that Harry is doing. "You bastards," he mumbles out though he doesn't dare attack them now that it isn't just him anymore. It's him and Harry. "Shh, Harry. It's alright. It's gonna be OK. I'll get us out of here, don't worry."

Harry's tears increase in number as he shakes his head furiously. "No, no," he mumbles over and over into Ron's chest. Ron lowers his head, kissing the salty tears away before he meets Harry's lips with his own. Harry kisses back for only a second before he abruptly turns his head away from the warmth. He steps out of Ron's arms. "Ron, there is something I have to tell you." Harry says as he takes a few more steps back from his love. There is no way that he can do this if he is held within Ron's warmth, within the arms that he has craved for for the past two weeks.

Ron looks at Harry in confusion, not understanding what is going on though he does grasp the fact that the wands are only being pointed at him. Not Harry.

"You betrayed us, didn't you?"

"What?" Harry asks, shocked at the accusation coming from Ron's voice.

"Why else are you hear? How else could they have captured you, you Harry Potter who was being protected by over half of the bloody auror division!"

"I--" Harry stumbles over his voice. "I wanted to save you, Ron."

"By doing what? By becoming the enemy? By making a deal with the devil?" Harry opens and closes his mouth mutely as tears leak out of his eyes.

"Ron, I couldn't let them have you! I had to--"

"To what? Betray us?" Harry crumbles to the ground as he begins to sob. Large, heart wrenching sobs. "Harry, now we'll have to hunt for you. Do you understand that? The whole ministry is going to be out for your head! I told you if something like this happened, I told you...and still you..."

"What could I possible do, Ron? How could I let them torture you, and kill you! I couldn't! Please, please...you have to understand!"

Ron shakes his head, turning his back to Harry. "No, I can't understand. In saving me you have killed us all. What will I say to my family? Will I be thanking you when I attend their funerals? Will I be happy when I see you given the kiss for being in league with You-Know-Who? I'm sorry, Harry, but I just can't understand."

With that said Ron nods to Snape who once again gets permission from his Lord. Snape grunts as he leads the redhead out of the throne room, taking him out of the Manor to the edge of the wards were the boy can appariate once he is returned his wand. Though Snape usually abhors being the bust boy so to speak, he is extremely glad in this moment if only to escape the desperate and hopeless sobs of Harry Potter.

***

The next day everything is in the Daily Prophet. There isn't much detail but the headline reads: Harry Potter Betrays Light, Now in League With You-Know-Who

Harry doesn't read the rest of the paper, he doesn't have to. He just curls up into a small ball on the bed, desperately clutching the paper as large sobs rack his slight form. Harry cries until, exhausted, he passes out in blissful darkness. However, even in his sleep the tears still flow from the once hero's bright emerald eyes.

***

By the end of the week Harry doesn't cry anymore. Actually Harry doesn't do much of anything anymore. He doesn't talk, he doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he just...exists. Severus decides to help the boy, if only because of Lucius' pestering in his ear. Lucius, who isn't a soft hearted man in the least, can't help but feel a small need to protect the boy because even if he is Harry Potter he is the same age as Draco and Lucius can't possibly imagine what he would do if Draco was suffering a similar fate.

As Severus gathers up a small supply of his potions--nutrition potions, dreamless sleep, relaxation potions, etc. Lucius decides it is time to have a discussion with his Lord.

***

Lord Voldemort had been ecstatic all week. It wasn't the fact that he had gotten the golden boy, though that was a big part of it, it was the fact that the world knew that he had gotten the golden boy. The wizarding world was in the despaired state that he had been striving for for years, and it was all because of Potter. Not anything that the Dark Lord had planned out could have worked more perfectly. If he had simply captured the boy, tortured or killed him, then, though despair would have filled the wizarding world, there would have been war cries of retribution. Harry Potter would have been a martyr. However, with the world knowing that Harry Potter had joined with Lord Voldemort, the outcome was one only seen in the most pleasurable of Lord Voldemort's dreams.

If Voldemort had known that capturing the redhead would have reaped such benefits he would have done so years ago, but maybe it would not have because Harry Potter was only sixteen and the Dark Lord was not sure if Potter had been in a sexual relationship with the Weasley boy when he was had just returned to power. The Dark Lord was not sure if Potter would have sacrificed himself if Weasley had not been more than just a friend. Truthfully Voldemort didn't care either way because the only thing that mattered now was that Harry Potter was his. He could do anything he wanted with the boy. The possibilities were endless and thus that was the Dark Lord's dilemma.

Currently Voldemort was cooped up in his favorite study contemplating the pros and cons of multiple modes of action. Months of planning had to be canceled or altered because having Harry Potter changed a few things. Yes, the things changed were for the better, helping him speed up his cause however, though this was true it did put a slight strain on him as he had to go through loads of paperwork to change plans months, even years in the making.

Voldemort sighs before running a hand through his ebony hair. Potions indeed worked miracles and having one of the world's best Potion's Master at his command made things a lot easier. As Voldemort absently reads through a few more papers he decides to deal with the Potter boy once he has his plans and finances in order. Voldemort still isn't sure what he is going to do with the boy but he suppose that he has enough time to figure out the best means of using Potter. Yes, he wants to use the boy for all he is worth, in the most productive manner possible.

As Voldemort lets out a sinister chuckle at all the possibilities flying through his brain--Potter's doom, his torment, and his total submission--all these thoughts are interrupted by a rapping of knuckles against his study door. Voldemort slams the papers down on his desk angrily. He so hates to be interrupted when he is in his study. His Death Eaters knew this, yet still they insisted on trying his patience!

"Who is it?"

"Lucius, my Lord."

Voldemort's eyebrows raise into his hairline, shocked because never has Lucius interrupted him during his time in his study. "Do come in, Lucius."

"Yes, my Lord."

When the elder Malfoy enters the study he gives Voldemort a respectful bow of obedience before sitting in the chair across from Voldemort that his Lord has bidden him to. "Yes? Is there some sort of emergency, Lucius?"

"None, my Lord." Again Voldemort's eyebrows raise into his hairline. Surely Lucius wasn't here just for the company of his Lord. "What is it that you plan to do with Potter, my Lord?"

"When have you gotten so bold as to question your Lord," Voldemort growls out. Lucius just remains silent and after a moment Voldemort sighs. "I have decided to deal with the boy once I have been through this paperwork. Perhaps in a week or two, I will--"

"I would like for him to stay in my family's suite."

If Voldemort wasn't in such a good mood at having acquired in his possession the Potter boy then he would have used crucio on Lucius for daring to interrupt him. However, as it was, the Dark Lord had no plans for the Potter and it would elevate some of his stress to pass the boy off to someone else until he had clear plans formed in his brain.

"Plan to have a Malfoy family torture session, Lucius?" Voldemort asks dryly, humor coating his voice though even in his humor there is a clear warning. No one would touch the boy until Voldemort decided it so, until Voldemort had used him as he sees fit.

"Of course not, my Lord." Lucius understood his Lord's threat perfectly. "Potter is in a...delicate state right now. Once my Lord has decided what he wishes to do with Potter it would be in my Lord's best interest for the boy to be as functional as possible."

"What are you saying, Lucius?"

Lucius sighs before handing over to the Dark Lord a week's old Prophet. Voldemort needs not do anything but read the bold headline before a small part of the mystery is cleared. "I believe that the boy is having a slight...breakdown. He has been isolated all week and I believe that it would be best for his mental health if he were to have some activity with a boy his age."

"Draco?"

"Yes."

Voldemort sighs before folding the paper over, blocking out the flashing headline as he discards the thing in the trash bin. "Do what you see fit, Lucius. But know that I will come to see the boy whenever I please."

Lucius nods his head in understanding before bowing to his Lord, taking his leave in much haste. That had went better than he had planned.

***

"Potter, I need you to drink this." When Potter doesn't make any move, when his facial expression doesn't even change Snape sighs. "Potter," Snape says softly as he sits on the bed next to the pale boy. He definitely looked like hell. His eyes were bloodshot and he had dark bags under them. His lips were chapped and his skin was clammy. The boy who was already skin and bones was thinner than Snape had ever seen him and his eyes were void of any emotion, as if the boy, though awake, was far away in some dreamworld only he could go to.

"Potter, I have some nutrition potions for you." When Potter doesn't make any type of response Snape sighs again before tilting the boy's head back, gently pouring the liquid down the boy's throat. Potter sputters and gags as the bitter liquid goes down his sarcophagus, throwing his head from side to side in an attempt to release the liquid from his mouth.

Snape will have none of that. The black haired Potion's Master clamps his hand over Harry's mouth, using his thumb and forefinger to cover the boy's nose while his other hand holds the boy's shoulders down so that Potter won't buck off the bed. Harry eyes water and he struggles some more before his body's reflexes has him swallowing the liquid so that his lungs can receive much needed oxygen.

"Now, if you don't want to take the other two potions in the same manner then I suggest that you prepare yourself."

Harry's body, which was now in survival mode due to the near suffocation, has the boy more aware than he's been in days. Harry nods his head in understanding before he takes the calming drought from Snape. When the Potion is consumed Harry rests back against the pillows and Snape's pulls out the dreamless sleep, once more about to administer his potions when he is stopped short by Harry's hoarse voice.

"He hates me now."

Snape sighs, placing the dreamless sleep on the nightstand. "You knew that would happen before you arrived, Potter."

Harry smiles bitterly before throwing a hand over his forehead, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. "Yes."

"But that didn't stop you from coming."

"Maybe it should have."

"You have never been a coward before, Harry, so don't start acting like one now." Whether it is Severus' words that gets Potter's attention, or the fact that he has called Potter Harry, neither of them will ever know.

"Thank you, Professor."

Snape grunts before taking the top off the dreamless sleep. "I have done nothing."

Harry gives Snape a sad smile before taking the potion from him, downing it in one go. "You have done more for me than anyone I know. Thank you."

Snape scoffs, taking the now empty bottle from Harry. "Even though I am in league with the Dark Lord, the man who killed your parents."

"Yes. Even though it was you who gave Voldemort the prophesy. Even though..." Harry's voice drifts off as the potion takes effect. His eyes flutter for a second or two as he tries to keep ahold of the words on the forefront of his mind. However, Snape isn't one of the world's greatest Potion's Master for nothing. Harry is resting peacefully in less than three seconds.

Snape pulls the covers over Harry's sleeping form, before quickly exiting the room. Snape had expected to feel pity for the boy but at that moment Snape knows that he will never pity Potter. At that moment Snape feels more admiration and respect for the boy than he has ever felt for any other person. It takes a great amount of love to knowingly sacrifice yourself to the unknown, to do it for the person you love above all else, even if in doing so that person would hate you more than the world hated there once great hero.

Harry Potter, The Fallen. The wizarding world really needs to come up with better names for people that they are afraid of.

***

"How is he?"

Severus stops short as he is questioned by his Lord. "The Potter boy is...better than when I arrived, my Lord."

Lord Voldemort nods his head in understanding as he stands outside of the boy's quarters with his Potion's Master. "Dreamless sleep?"

"Yes."

Voldemort and Snape are silent for a few minutes before Snape asks the question that has been on his mind for more than three weeks now. "My Lord, if I may be so bold to ask, what is it that you are planning to do Potter?" Voldemort doesn't say anything for a few seconds and Snape wonders if he has overstepped his bounds. Perhaps he'll get a crucio? But it has been months and those are reserved only when his Lord is in his most angry of moods.

"I have given him to Lucius."

"Pardon?"

Voldemort laughs at the look on Severus' face. "Not in the way you are thinking. You and I both know that Lucius' prefers the fairer sex. Or perhaps he's just smitten with that lovely wife of his. No, I have given him to Lucius until I have the time to deal with him. I do not think I will torture the boy, I already have his submission. It would be better to use him as a political tool, even if he is The Fallen."

Severus can't help but snort in disgust. "Yes, I have read that ridiculous name that the wizarding world has given Potter. Truly they have no imagination whatsoever."

Voldemort lets out a soft chuckle. "Perhaps you are right about that. However, you know how this world works, better than most people. So this name, The Fallen, that should have been of little surprise to you."

"Ah, but of course, my Lord."

Voldemort gives a nod of parting to Snape, turning his back to the man as he walks down the hall. He only makes it a few steps before he stops, turning his head back slightly. "I would like to have dinner with the boy. Have him ready by six."

"I--" Severus sucks in a deep breath, "yes, my Lord."

Tbc..