Emerald and silver

EMERALD AND SILVER

Title: the emerald dragon
Rating : NC17 slash
Pairings : HP/DM V/BZ (implied)
Warnings: violence, language, sexual content
Summary: what would Harry do if the rest of the wizarding world was convinced he would become the next dark lord, and has been sentenced to the demontors kiss without a trial.

prologue

It had been like every other summer for Harry while staying with the Dursleys at their home on 4 Privot Drive. As soon as he had arrived home, his uncle Vernon had wasted no time in locking Harry’s trunk and all of his magical belongings in the cupboard under the stairs, and immediately sent Harry out to mow the foot-deep grass in the front and bark yards of their house. Harry did this without question because he knew what would happen if he complained in the slightest, it was inevitable any way.
Every summer since Harry started Hogwarts he came home to the same thing, uncle Vernon’s temper and brutality. The beatings got worse every year. Harry thanked all the gods that this was his next to last year with the Dursleys, he would be 16 this summer and next summer would be his last. When he graduated from Hogwarts in two years he would move out and get a place of his own. He planned on never returning to his family again, not that he actually considered them family, a real family he knew would never treat some one like this, therefore he thought of them only as his legal guardians, he was forced to stay with them every summer, by Dumbledore who swore this was the safest most protected place for Harry to stay when he was not in hogwarts.

Harry never told anyone what happened to him when he was home during the summer holidays. He didn’t want anyone to pity him, he received enough of that from just being who he was THE BOY WHO LIVED . He hated that title because of all the attention, the stares, the constant pity. He never even told his two best friends Ron and Hermione, not that he didn’t trust them, but he didn’t want their pity either, he also didn’t want them to worry about him.
Harry had spent most of his fifth year studying and in detention. Harry also started a defense class for students that wanted practical practice, something they were not allowed to do in class. That went pretty well until they got caught by that psychotic teacher Umbridge. Draco Malfoy was still the same snobbish, trouble starting prat. Always trying to get Harry into trouble. He figured the git would never grow up. The snide remarks were still there, the rivalry was still there, but now it was in more of a competitive nature, both always wanting to best the other in everything; quidditch, classes, and any competition going on at the time. The biggest difference was that Harry no longer took any of Dracos crap and fought back physically. This however caused Harry to loose his place on the Quidditch team with a lifetime ban because he had been fighting.

Voldemort was still pretty quiet, however intelligence provided information to the order stating otherwise. Voldemort was using the time to regroup, recruit, and retrain, others while regaining his personal strength. His followers were growing in numbers daily and it was only a matter of time before he would strike. The upcoming battle was inevitable. Try as they might the order could not get any information on when and where the first attack would be or what the plans were. In the end of the year Harry was tricked into going to the department of mysteries on a rouse for Voldemort to obtain the Prophesy. He never got a hold of it though it ended up being destroyed. Harryt Sit Sirus in the battle, Dumbledore and Voldemort fought but there was no winner. Voldemort escaped capture, but not before several aurors and ministry workers saw him and Fudge finally had to admit that he had returned to power.

Chapter 1

Harry woke up with a sense of dread. He had three more weeks of summer left before his sixth year of school started. He could hear his uncle outside of his room unlocking the looks on his bedroom door.
“ You better be awake boy” uncle Vernon shouted “ Its time to make breakfast, then you need to cut the grass.”
“ Yes sir” was Harry’s only reply

The door opened and Harry, already dressed, ran past Vernon, down the stairs and into the kitchen to start breakfast for the Dursleys. After serving everyone else their breakfast, Harry quietly sat down and started to eat his own.

“Hurry and get outside boy, you don’t have all day” Vernon bellowed
Harry immediately jumped up from his seat grabbing his plate from the table. He walked over to the sink trying to stuff what was left on his plate into his mouth before placing it into the sink. Chewing his food he ran from the room to the back door and ran outside.
Stopping long enough to glance at the thermometer hanging on the shed, he muttered to himself “ Gods, its already 95* and its only 8 in the morninGrabGrabbing the mower out of the shed, he proceeded to mow the lawn. An hour later found Harry with his shirt off and finishing the last few inches of grass in the back yard.
Deciding he needed some water to drink before starting on the lawn in the front he turned the mower off and walked back into the house to the kitchen.
That was his big mistake. He forgot today was Saturday, uncle Vernon’s day home from work. When Harry turned around from the sink clutching the glass of water in his hand the first thing he saw was Vernon face purpling in rage hovering in front of him.
“ What do you think you are doing?” Spit sprayed Harry’s face as Vernon screamed. “I told you not to come in till you finished your chores.”
“I j..just wanted a glass of water” Harry said meekly.
Vernon snatched the glass from Harry’s fingers and threw it into the sink. The glass shattered which only furthered Vernon’s rage. Vernon punched Harry in the stomach, face and anywhere else he could reach while he screamed, “ you don’t listen ‘punch’ you’ll never learn.” ‘punch’ “But I’ll teach you ’Punch’ to disobey me.” ’punch’ “You ungrateful, useless, waste of space.” ’punch’ “All the things we do for you ’punch’ the food you eat, a place to live, ’punch’ the clothes on you back.”
While this was happening Petunia and Dudley had entered the kitchen, stopping in the doorway to watch. Dudley laughed while Petunia had her usual disgusted scowl on her face.
“You don’t deserve to live! ’punch’ You bloody freak!!”
Harry beaten, battered, bloody, and bruised fell to the ground in a heap, gasping for air from the broken ribs that punctured his lungs. Screaming and crying Harry begged and pleaded “ please stop.” The words were all he could gasp out, even as he felt the rage build up inside of him explode. Simultaneously all the windows shattered, imploding into the h. It. It was as if Harry’s body was sucking all of the energy from the air. A second explosion, a bright flash of silver and gold light, coursed through and away from his body, sending an immense wave of surging power 50 feet or more in all directions. The explosion shook the house to it’s very foundation and completely destroyed everything within it’s walls. Also destroyed were Vernon, Petunia and Dudley, who looked like they were ripped apart by a crazed wild animal.

Harry still lay beaten and bloody, barley hanging onto consciousness in a heap on the floor but otherwise untouched from the explosion.

Chapter 2

~ earlier that morning at riddle mansion ~

Voldemort had just had a most interesting discussion with one of his spies. Aside from Voldemort know one else knew the identity of this spy, he wad never marked with the dark mark, for the specific purpose of being able to gain the trust of THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. Voldemort had recruited him after he had joined the light and had passed Dumbledore’s test for honesty and trustworthiness. He had passed the test of Dumbledore’s phoenix Faulkes and the vertiserum test as well. This way Voldemort was not only able to gain information he needed but also find out how much the Order knew about his own plans.

After thng fng for a few moments about what he could do with this new information, Voldemort immediately summoned Mcnair, one of his most trusted Death Eaters who belonged to his inner circle. Upon receiving the summons, Mcnair apperated to the grounds of Riddle Mansion and hastily made his way inside to speak with his Master.

Upon entering the room Mcnair kneeled beside his master, kissing the hem of his robe and asked “ how may I serve you my Lord?”
“Have a seat Mcnair” Voldemort impatiently replied. “I have called you here because I have an important assignment for you. I have an address in a muggle area in Surry in which Harry Potter resides.” Voldemort smirked when he saw the astonishment on Mcnairs face.
“I need you to go there now. They leave Potter only protected by those worthless muggle relatives of his and the wards that Dumbledore has set. Naturally I choose you for this job wards being your area of expertise. Sneak in, subdue the muggles, stun Potter and bring him back alive to me.” Voldemort handed him the address written on a piece of parchment. “ Go now and do not disappoint me,” Voldemort snapped
“ As you wish, my Lord,” Mcnair replied obediently and left the mansion apperating to Private Drive in Surry.

As soon as he reached the ground he hastily walked in search of house no. 4 . He Scanned the area as he searched for a discreet place to hide. Walking around to the back of the residence Mcnair entered the alley behind the yard and cast a few spells to determine the best way to disarm the protective wards. One by one he proceeded in disarming and removing the wards. “What was that?” his head snapped up to look at the house from which he heard loud screams echoing out over the yard. Ignoring the sounds from with in the house Mcnair continued to dismantle the wards. He was down to the last one when it happened… He saw and heard what seemed like every window in the entire house implode , shattered glass flying everywhere. Only to be blown backwards seconds later, off his feet landing roughly 10 feet away from where he was previously standing.

After Shaking his head from side to side to try and refocus his sight , he slowly stood up staggering slightly trying to put himself to rights. “What in the bloody hell was that?” Mcnair muttered, immediately removing the last protective ward and advancing to the back door of the small house. He grasped the door knob wrenching it open and entered to find the interior looking like a cyclone had been there. Making his way thru the wreckage, using his wand to clear a path he spotted the dead muggles. “ One less thing for me to take care of ,” he said to himself. Surveying the scene before him, still moving forward, he discovered another body laying bloodied on the floor. Leaning down to check for signs of life and a possible identity, he placed his fingers on the artery of the neck to feel for a pulse. Feeling the beatings of a faint pulse under his fingertips he moved his hand up to brush the fringe from the forehead searching for the tell tale scar to identify this person.

After positively identifying the body as that of the Potter boy, Mcnair pulled off his robes and wrapped the boy in them as he picked Harry up from the ground. With bundle in arms Mcnair quickly left the house they way he had entered, before apperating bake to riddle mansion, so that his magical signature would not leave traces inside the house. Upon arriving he proceeded immediately to the room where he knew Voldemort awaited him.
“My Lord, I have him” Mcnair spoke.
“And why is he wrapped in your robes?” Voldemort questioned.
“ It’s not good, he’s alive, but barely,” Mcnair replied.
“And that would be because?” Voldemort countered sneering slightly.

Mcnair went into his explanation of everything that had happened from the point that he had arrived at Private drive. Mcnair paused to get his thoughts into order before he continued….
“Get on with it,” Voldemort snapped.
Mcnair continued, “After I removed the last ward, there was an immense power surge and I was blown backwards. As soon as I regained my wits,” Mcnair started. Voldemort snorted at Mcnairs choice of words. Mcnair continued, “ I ran into the house to find it destroyed and all the muggles dead. If I hadn’t seen the destruction of the house and been there for the power surge… it would have looked as if the muggles had been murdered by a raving lunatic or a madman.”
“By the condition that I found Potter in …” Mcnair started to unwrap Harry from his robes so that Voldemort could see for himself. “I’d have to say he’s untapped his magical reserves.” Looking at Voldemort Mcnair asked “ he’s a little young to have achieved that isn’t he?”
Voldemort looked down at Harry’s limp form covered with blood and bruises. He could see the small shallow breaths and knew the boy needed to be healed or he would not live to see tomorrow.
“ Not necessarily.” Voldemort countered “ By the looks of him I’d say he’s been abused by those filthy muggles and this time the result led to unleashing his untapped power. It also proves how powerful he is or will be once properly trained. A trauma of this sort can cause the release to occur for self preservation.” Voldemort looked thoughtful then continued “ Take him up to thest qst quarters in the west wing. I’ll be up shortly let me know if his condition worsens, immediately !”
“ Certainly, My Lord,” Mcnair obediently replied.
As soon as Mcnair left the room Voldemort crossed over to the fire and threw in some floo powder to speak to Snape. ~ “Snape Manor” ~ Voldemort said as he entered the potions master’s study of his home.
“My Lord, how may I serve you?” Snape said bowing low.
“ I need you to gather healing potions, sleeping, blood replacement, and bone mending potions and bring them immediately. I’ll be awaiting you in the guest rooms of the west wing. Time is of the essence!!” Voldemort said turning and stepping back into the fire without waiting for a reply, flooing back to Riddle Mansion. Upon reentering his mansion Voldemort yet another of his loyal Death Eaters.

Within moments Lucius Malfoy entered the room kneeling in servitude and kissing the hem of his Master’s robes. “How may I serve you My Lord?” asked Lucius as he stood trying to find out why he had been so urgently summoned. Voldemort, looking like the cat that ate the canary, replied “I have an urgent task for you. Actually more than one. You should be rejoicing that I considered you for this assignment so soon after your recent bungled job. If it were not for you forethought at having that portkey with you in the department of mysteries you’d be in Azkaban right now. However that prophecy is no longer an issue and I have decided to give you a chance to earn your way back into my good graces.”
“ Go to this address” Voldemort drawled, handing the parchment with the written address on it over to Lucius. “There are three dead muggles . I want you to leave the necessary evidence behind to link their deaths to Harry Potter.” Lucius looked confused but Voldemort continued knowing all would become clear, as much of it as he wanted Lucius to know of it anyway. “They are Potter’s relatives that he lives with, we have Potter, make it appear that he killed them and then ran. Look for his belongings only taking the ones he would have run with and bring them to me. The house has been destroyed so that will need to be fixed. I want the ministry alerted so they may discover potters relatives. With your work they should be able to draw there own conclusions. Tomorrow you can go and visit Fudge, with a few well-chosen words from you Potter will be found guilty and they won’t even want a trial. Fudge will be so scared Pot eit either gone in sane or joined our side they want him captured and I’m sure you can persuade him the best course of action should be the dementors kiss. I also want to see headlines in the Daily Profit. Tip some journalist off to the story of the century and make so they arrive in time to get pictures. When you have completed this come back and I will have further instructions.”
“ Oh and Lucius don’t disappoint me this time, you might not live to regret it.” Voldemort snarled and swept out of the room. With a maniacal smile at his Master’s plan Lucius quickly left to apparate to the address he had been given for this important task.

Voldemort arrived in the guest suite of the west wing being followed by Snape only minutes after. Upon entering Snape saw Voldemort standing looking at the figure laying on the bSnapSnapes eyes followed Voldemorts gaze to broken, bloody body. He walked swiftly to join Voldemort beside the bed.
“ Don’t worry about cleaning him up, just tell me his diagnosis and fix his injuries. I believe you’ll have everything you need from the potions I requested, if my assessment was correct.” stated Voldemort. Snape laid the potions on the side of the table, retrieved his wand from his pocket and held it out over the body to get a complete diagnostic reading.
“ He has several broken ribs, punctured lung, broken arm, broken nose, internal injuries are mild, bruising and minor exterior abrasions and lacerations. None of his major organs are damaged, so I should be able to heal him with what I’ve brought. He should be breathing regularly by tonight, completely healed in three days time, and back to full energy with in a week.” Snape answered then asked, “If I may ask My Lord, how did you finally get the Potter boy?”
“Do not concern yourself with that , just do what I’ve asked then leave, Severus. I’ll also be needing a polyjuice potion, immediately .” With that said Voldemort turned and walked over to Mcnair. In hushed tones Voldemort told Mcnair “ Inform no one of who this is, I have many plans for him and I believe that he will be most useful, willingly.”
“As you wish my Lord” Mcnair answered, reveling in the fact that he was trusted enough to be included in the most secret of Voldemort’s plans.

When Snape finished administering the last of the potions he stood and faced his Master. “With the sleeping potion and the other potions I’ve given him he should sleep for at least 24 hours before there are any signs of wakefulness. However he’ll still only be in and out of consciousness for another 12-24 hours following, from all the healing his body will be enduring. He’ll be alert and coherent when he finally does awake. Is there anything else My Lord?”
“No” Voldemort answered curtly, “You may take your leave. I’ll see you when you return with the polyjuice potion.”
Bowing low Snape turned and left the room. As Snape was walking towards the door voldemort drew his wand and uttered “Obliviate” , erasing the last ½ hour of Snape’s memory. Voldemort approached Snape, ushered him out of the room and said, “Severus I’ve asked you here because I need a polyjuice potion. Please bring it first thing tomorrow .”
“Certainly My Lord,” replied Snape.
“That will be all, you may leave,” Voldemort said as he reentered the room swiftly closing the door behind him.
Voldemort turned again to Mcnair and said “watch him and alert me to any changes. I’ll send someone to relieve you in a few hours time.”
“Yes, My Lorreplreplied Mcnair.
Voldemort turned and swept out the room gathering his thoughts to put the rest of his plan into action.