Chapter 9
Entering the dining room for breakfast, Harry anxiously took a seat across from Voldermort and next to Fenrir. “So, I was thinking.”
“Ah hell!” Fenrir cursed, placing his fork on his plate. “And here I was having an enjoyable breakfast. Let’s here it then. Let’s hear your Gryffindor plan.”
Leaning back in his chair, Harry scowled at the werewolf. “That’s just rude. I never even said anything about a plan…and if I do have a plan, what makes you think it involves you?”
Voldemort used his napkin to cover his smirk. “Potter, what’s your plan?” He asked knowingly. He knew the second Harry entered the room that the boy was up to something. Not only could he see it on his face, but he could also taste it in his magic. It should concern him that he was becoming so in tune with the boy, but he was done fighting. Harry Potter was his.
Harry looked between the two men for a few minutes before finally giving in. “I didn’t know all that stuff you said about a wizard and their connection with their wand. I was already feeling sick over being separated from my wand, but knowing now that Dumbledore has a piece of my magic, it makes me want to throw up. I feel…violated.”
“As you should,” Fenrir spat. “I have never heard of separating a student from their wand, not unless they were being expelled. That old bastard broke the law when he took your wand.”
Voldemort inclined his head. “Continue,” he said, knowing there was more.
Taking a deep breath, Harry cleared his throat. “I want my wand back. I don’t care if you teach me all the wandless magic in the world, I want my wand. Dumbledore has enough power over me, he doesn’t need more by having my wand. I was thinking…” “
“And here it comes,” Fenrir cackled, leaning eagerly forward in his seat. “Tell us little Neko, how do you plan on stealing your wand back from the old goat?”
Harry reached out and picked up his fork then started anxiously twirling it. “Fred and George.”
Voldemort raised an elegant eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Fred and George,” Harry repeated. “The twins know every secret entrance there is in and out of the castle. I may also have a special map of Hogwarts that my father and his friends made that will help Fred and George steal my wand back from Dumbledore.”
Fenrir looked to his old friend. “I don’t know about you, but I want to see this map. James Potter was no idiot and he was highly gifted at charms.”
“Loath as I am to admit it, despite the Black madness, Sirius was also a gifted wizard.” Voldemort reluctantly admitted. “Do you have this special map on you?” He asked Harry curiously.
Harry fidgeted in his seat for a minute before reaching into his robe and pulling out an old piece of parchment. “Promise me that you won’t use what I’m about to show you to slip into Hogwarts and kill everyone.”
Voldemort’s grin was terrifying. “Oh, Harry, if I wanted to take over Hogwarts, I wouldn’t need your silly map. As Slytherin’s only heir, the wards would welcome me in with open arms. Like I have said before, I do not wish to shed magical blood, especially innocent magical blood.”
“You killed Cedric Diggory and he was innocent.”
Voldemort pursed his lips. “A death that I regret, but at the time was necessary. I wasn’t in my right mind at the time and I was desperate to get my body back. Sadly, the boy was standing between me and you and I had need of you.”
“He was a brilliant wizard with a kind heart!” Harry spat, getting angry.
Voldemort’s eyes flashed red in warning. “Your wand, Potter,” he hissed in reminder.
Harry took a couple deep breaths to settle his anger. Standing up, he unfolded the map and spread it on the table. “I don’t have my wand so one of you are going to have to activate it.”
Voldemort pulled out his wand. “As soon as you’re cleared by Fenrir, we will start on your wandless magic. Now tell me what to do.”
“Just place the tip of your wand on the map and say, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
Voldemort looked at Harry skeptically, but did as told. If he had lesser control over his emotions, his face would have shown how shocked and amazed he was at what materialized in front of him. “Is this accurate?” He asked, masking his disbelief. Before him was not only the most detailed map he has ever seen of Hogwarts, but it also showed the location of everyone currently inside the old castle.
“Holy shit!” Fenrir cried as he leaned closer to the map. “There’s no way this is real.”
Harry snorted. “I assure you, it’s very much real. My dad, Sirius, Remus, and the rat bastard created it when they were in school. Though, I doubt the rat bastard was much help, he’s too damn stupid. If you want you can summon Wormtail here to verify it, but a warning, I will kill him if I see him.”
Chuckling, Fenrir shook his head. “You cozy up to your parents killer, yet you want to kill one of their friends.”
“He betrayed them!” Harry growled. “My parents trusted him and he betrayed them. Voldemort may have cast the spell, but Peter Pettigrew killed them.”
Fenrir whistled loudly then turned to Voldemort. “You better start training your little Neko how to control his magic. If it wasn’t for your magic countering his, he would have brought the house down on us. He’s too powerful to be so emotional.”
Harry looked to the werewolf in confusion. “I’m not using any magic.”
“Potter, your magic is so thick in this room that even I’m struggling to contain it,” Voldemort explained. “Fenrir is right, you need to learn how to control your emotions and your accidental magic.”
“I didn’t know.”
“It’s not a bad thing that your magic and your emotions are so closely tied together, but it is dangerous,” Fenrir said. “I remember another who had that problem,” he added, looking to Voldemort.”
“Really?” Harry asked in surprise.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the Gryffindor. “Can we get back to the map? Unless you have decided that you want Dumbledore to keep your wand?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “As I was saying, the map is one hundred percent accurate.” Reaching out he pointed to a dot that was moving back and forth labeled Headmaster Dumbledore. “Dumbledore is in his office pacing, he does that a lot.”
Voldemort was still staring at the map completely in awe of it. “This is an impressive piece of magic. You’re right, there’s no way Wormtail helped create this masterpiece. What about an animagus, will it show them?”
Harry nodded. “The only flaw I have found with the map is that it doesn’t differentiate between people with the same name, like Barty Crouch and Barty Crouch Jr.”
“This is brilliant.” Fenrir praised. “Who is Snivellus?”
“Severus,” Voldemort answered before Harry. “It’s what Potter senior and Black called him.”
“His is the only name that is never labeled properly. Somehow they charmed it to always insult him. Looks like he’s in his potions lab. Probably cutting up small children for potion ingredients.”
Snorting, Voldemort continued to study the map, watching as multiple dots moved around, all teachers seeing as the students were home for the summer. “It doesn’t show Salazar’s chamber.”
Tired of standing, Harry retook his seat then started piling food on his plate. “I asked Remus once why the Chamber of Secrets wasn’t on there and he said it was because they didn’t know where it was. The map only shows what they knew.”
“Was he the one to give you this map?”
Harry shook his head no. “Fred and George gave it to me in my third year. They nicked it from Filch’s office their first year. They had no idea that my dad, Sirius, and Remus created it. That map is the reason they never got caught pranking or sneaking out of the school to buy alcohol for our Gryffindor parties.”
Finally tearing his eyes off of the map, Voldemort looked to Harry. “So your plan is to have your twins use this map to sneak into Hogwarts to steal your wand back?” He asked skeptically. “You do realize that the Weasley family have always been Dumbledore’s biggest supporters.”
Eyes lighting up, Harry smirked. “Ah, but you have never met Fred and George.”
Pursing his lips, Voldermort retook his seat, but his eyes kept glancing back at the map. “You trust them that much.”
“I trust them with my life,” Harry said seriously. “Don’t get me wrong, Ron is my best friend and we have been through a lot of shit together, but if you want something done and you want it done discretely, you go to the twins. I love all the Weasley’s, but they’re the least Weasley of them all. They’re not starstruck by Dumbledore’s glittery robes and twinkling eyes. The twins are devious and their minds are terrifying. Truly, if they were to join your cause, you’d win this war for sure. No one would stand a chance against them if they ever decided to use their gifts for evil.”
“You know, I’d say you were full of shit, but I had a few run ins with Gideon and Fabian and if your twins are anything like their uncles,” Fenrir gave a fake shudder.
“Molly says the twins are ten times worse than her brothers. I think that’s why she has always kept them on a tight rein. She knows what devastation they could cause if left to their own devices. They are terrifyingly brilliant.”
Voldemort leaned back in his chair as he thought. “Do you think they will do this for you?”
Harry started chuckling. “For the chance to sneak into Hogwarts and break into Dumbledore’s office to steal something…definitely. There’s also the fact that they adore me and I’m their financial banker so they will pretty much do anything for me.”
“I don’t even want to ask,” Fenrir sighed. “Financial backer?”
“Well, I gave them my Triwizard winnings plus a bit more a few months ago to start up their joke shop. The twins are going to make a killing with their joke shop and they made me their silent partner. I figured it was a good investment.”
Exhaling loudly, Voldemort closed his eyes then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let me get this straight, you gave all your tournament winnings plus money from your heir vault to your twins, but you didn’t get enough money out to rent an apartment or something for the summer? You could have been safe in a home instead of living in a box in a grungy alley.”
A look of confusion washed over Harry’s face. “I don’t know anything about an heir vault, I only have a school vault that my parents set up for me before you killed them. As for renting an apartment, I was only twelve when I ran away and no one is going to rent a room to a twelve year old. As for the money, you can’t use wizarding money in the muggle world.”
“Oh sweet mother moon, does this boy know nothing?” Fenrir said with a shake of his head. “You are the last Potter and the Potters were a very rich family. You’re a rich little Neko. Add to that, the goblins can easily convert wizarding money to muggle money.”
Voldemort inclined his head in agreement. “You probably have a school vault, an heir vault, and a family vault. You are also your godfather’s heir which makes you Heir Black so I’m positive there is a Black vault you can access now. The Blacks have more money than the Potters and the Malfoy’s combined.”
Harry started to feel sick to his stomach. “No, you’re wrong. I only have my school vault and I have only been to that once. I don’t even have a key. Dumbledore gives it to Molly Weasley before the start of each school year and she purchases all my school supplies and gives me some spending money. It’s that money, as well as the previous two years that I didn’t spend, that I gave to the twins.”
Voldemort was fascinated when Harry’s eye slowly morphed into his neko’s eyes. He didn’t think the boy noticed the change, not with how upset he was getting. “Calm yourself, Potter, we will get this figured out. You can borrow an owl and send a letter to your account manager. Is it that much of a surprise to you that Dumbledore withheld the knowledge of your fortune? The man has been manipulating you since the day I killed your parents.”
Harry’s chest was heaving and his eyes started to water. “My relatives told me that I was a burden and that my parents were poor drunks. They forced me to wear my cousin’s old clothes and he was more than double my size. I’m still wearing my cousin’s old sneakers that my aunt gave me when I was twelve.”
Shoving his chair back, Harry jumped up. “I lived in a box! A fucking cardboard box!” He screamed. “I let strangers fuck me for a dry place to sleep and some food in my belly and all this time I have had a fortune sitting in Gringotts!”
Rising to his feet, Voldemort cautiously approached the distraught neko. He wasn’t concerned that Harry would hurt him, he just didn’t want to upset him farther. The last thing he wanted to do was trigger more of his Neko inheritance. Harry wasn’t ready for the full inheritance. Slowly reaching out, he cupped the trembling boy’s cheek. “I will help you get this figured out and you will never again sleep in a box or let strange men fuck you. I will slowly and painfully kill anyone that touches you.”
Letting out a loud whine that sounded more animal than human, Harry leaned into Voldemort’s warm palm. “Why? Why me? What did I ever do to Dumbledore for him to despise me so much? I told him that my relatives hurt me and that they starved me, but he said that I was overreacting.”
“I know,” Voldemort purred as he pulled the neko into his chest.
“I was so lonely. Always so lonely,” Harry said as he started to sob. “I would give every penny in my vault to have someone truly love me. Sirius loves me, but Dumbledore keeps us apart. He thinks I don’t see that he does, but I know he does it because he doesn’t want anyone to love me. He doesn’t want anyone to protect me and stand up for me. I miss Sirius so much.”
Looking over the sobbing boy’s shoulder, Voldemort glared and his eyes bled red when Fenrir pointed towards the ceiling, reminding him that Black was currently in one of his rooms. He hated Black and didn’t want him anywhere near his mate, but he also didn’t want to be like Dumbledore. He didn’t need to win Harry’s affection, his neko already saw him as his mate, but giving him Black would only strengthen Harry’s devotion to him. It shocked him and made him feel a bit sick, but he wanted Harry to be happy.
***HP
“I don’t want to hear it,” Voldemort snarled as he stormed past his old friend and into his office.
“You can’t keep him from his godfather. You’re a dark lord and an utter bastard, but you’re not Dumbledore. That boy needs his godfather.”
Picking a glass up from his desk, Voldemort heaved it across the room and into the wall. “I know that!” He bellowed as he stared at the shards of glass littering the floor. “I know he needs him, but Black is going to poison him against me.”
Fenrir shook his head. “If you killing his parents didn’t poison him against you, then nothing Black can say will. The longer you wait though, the more upset he will be when he finds out that Black is here.”
Pulling his wand out of his robe pocket, Voldemort vanished the glass shards. “Black will never accept me as Harry’s mate.”
“Do you care?”
“I care about upsetting Harry when I crucio his godfather to hell and back.”
“There is that,” Fenrir admitted, “but all you can do is warn Black that just because he’s Harry’s godfather doesn’t mean that you will go easy on him. Same for Harry. Warn him that Black will be punished if he steps out of bounds. The boy needs a father figure and, like it or not, that is Black.”
“He’s forgiven me for killing his parents, perhaps he’ll forgive me for killing Black,” Voldemort stated hopefully.
Fenrir chuckled. “Harry has no true memory of his parents and, from what I can’t tell, Black is the first adult to show him love and acceptance without expecting sex in return. He won’t forgive you if you hurt or kill him. You’re going to have to accept Black. Sorry, boss.”
“Gryffindors,” Voldemort hissed. “Merlin help me.”
***HP
Voldermort wasn’t surprised when he found his little Neko curled up on a couch in his library. Even though the boy didn't seem like a big reader, his library, for some reason, calmed and comforted the boy. Deep down he knew it was because it was his favorite place so the library was soaked in his magic. “You never finished going over your plan to steal your wand back,” he said as a way of greeting.
Cracking his eyes open, Harry sat up then grinned at Voldemort. “It’s simple really, Fred and George will sneak into Dumbledore’s office, steal my wand, then slip back out and give it to me.”
“And how will they get past the gargoyle guarding the door?”
Harry shrugged. “Don’t know, but I’m sure between the twins and I we can figure something out. Dumbledore’s passwords are usually always something food related, especially sweets. It can’t be that hard.”
“That is not a plan,” Voldemort scoffed.
“Do you have a better idea? Something that doesn’t end in death and destruction?” Harry quickly clarified.
“You really are no fun,” Voldemort smirked as he took a seat next to Harry, picking up the boy’s feet then placing them in his lap. His eyes flashed red when Harry let out a sinful moan then fell back onto the couch when he started massaging his feet.
“So good,” Harry hummed. “I think you’re trying to distract me to make me forget that you don’t have a good plan either.”
“Your plan isn’t horrible,” Voldemort conceded, “but there will be a better chance of success if I distract the old fool. Perhaps stage a little raid in Hogsmead or Diagon Alley, something to draw him out so your twins have a clear path.”
Harry quietly thought about Voldemort’s offer before answering. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, not over my wand. Maybe I should just return to Hogwarts when school starts, he’ll give it back to me then.”
“Do you wish to return to Hogwarts?”
Harry sadly shook his head no. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the old castle, it was the first place I ever considered home, but Dumbledore and all the shit that has gone down there while attending kind of ruined the castle for me. I no longer feel safe there.”
“If I promise not to kill anyone and ban Bellatrix from the festivities, will that make you feel more comfortable about the raid?”
Harry chewed on his bottom lip as he thought. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but he really wanted his wand. He couldn’t stop thinking about Dumbledore having a piece of his magic, it made him feel dirty and violated. “Hogsmeade, not Diagon,” he conceded. “I don’t want to risk the twins shop getting damaged and Hogsmeade will have less kids running around this time of year.”
Voldemort inclined his head in acceptance. “And what will you tell your twins? Will you tell them you are living with the Dark Lord?”
Groaning, Harry threw his arm over his eyes. “I don’t like keeping secrets from them, they mean too much to me and I don’t want them to worry about me living with a strange wizard they don’t know.”
Voldemort stopped rubbing Harry’s feet as he looked down at the little neko in bewilderment. “And do you think they will worry less when they find out that you’re living with me?” The kitten was out of his mind.
Harry blew out a loud breath. “They are going to lose their shit. Can you blame them? I’m living with the most feared wizard in the world.”
“Most feared and most powerful,” Voldemort corrected cockily.
Dropping his arm, Harry rolled his eyes. “The most feared and most powerful wizard in the world who killed my parents and who has been trying to kill me ever since I was a baby. Did I get it right that time?”
“I’m also the most handsome wizard in the world.”
Harry licked his lips as his eyes raked over Voldemorts face and body. “That I can agree on.”
Voldemort let out a low growl. “Don’t look at me like that, Potter. I have accepted that you and I are mates, but I won’t touch you until you’re seventeen.”
Harry smiled. “I should be offended, but it just makes me feel more comfortable around you.”
“If Fenrir just hadn’t examined you, I’d have him examen your head. I’m the Dark Lord, Potter. I’m the bad guy. And incase you have forgotten, I killed your parents.”
Harry rolled his eyes again. “Way to kill the mood there, oh scary dark lord. I know you killed my parents, I was there, remember?”
Voldemort squeezed Harry’s foot. “Watch your smart mouth, kitten.”
“If you squeeze my foot any harder, I’m going to kick you,” Harry warned. “And as for the twins, I’m going to tell them. If they’re going to abandon me because I have decided to cross over to the dark side, then I’d rather know now. Well, not now as in right now. I’ll wait until after they get my wand before telling them about you.”
“You can always get another wand,” Voldemort suggested. “Ollivander isn’t the only wand maker, there are others just as good who aren’t squeamish when it comes to using darker materials.”
Harry made a face. “Nah, I want my wand. Besides, our wands are brothers. I don’t want Dumbledore to have a piece of my magic and the brother wand to yours. That may come back and bite us in the ass.”
Voldemort froze. “Brothers? Explain yourself, Potter.” He demanded shortly.
“According to Ollivander, our wands are brothers, that’s why they connected the way they did in the graveyard. The phoenix who gave the feather for your wand gave just one other feather and that feather is in my wand. Do you want to guess what phoenix gave the feathers?”
“Dumbledore’s blasted bird,” Voldemort bit out. “Phoenixes are very rare and it’s even more rare for them to give up a feather or their tears. What are the chances that the current dark lord and light lord have brother wands with feathers from the same phoenix?”
“After our duel in the cemetery and after hearing the prophecy, I had so many questions, but I knew that I couldn’t ask Dumbledore. Like, if we are destined to fight, if I am prophesied to destroy you, why do we have wands that can’t fight against each other? That just doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“Even more proof, in my opinion, that the prophecy is a fake.”
Harry nodded thoughtfully. “I think it’s bullshit too, made up by Dumbledore, but I don’t think Professor Trewlany is a complete hack. I did hear a true prediction from her in my third year. She predicted Wormtail finding you and resurrecting you. She went all weird and spacey and when she snapped out of her trance she had no memory of it.”
“So there’s a possibility then that there is a true prophecy involving the two of us,” Voldemort mused. “One that has the old man so freaked out that he manipulated us into to trying to kill each other.”
Harry snorted. “I have never tried to kill you. You are the one who is all AK happy.”
Voldemort glared at Harry. “Would you like for me to remind you that I’m also crucio happy? It would be my pleasure to remind you.” It wouldn’t. The boy may frustrate the hell out of him, but he didn’t want to hurt Potter. What has his life become where the thought of hurting Potter made him sick to his stomach. It seemed like just yesterday that he wanted the boy dead, that he was fantasizing killing him slowly and painfully…very, very painfully.
“Pass,” Harry said with a grin. “I have felt your crucios, remember the graveyard? I have also seen you drop Fenrir to his knees and he’s the toughest bastard I have ever met. I wasn’t trying to start an argument, I was just pointing out that not once have I come after you.”
“First year with the stone.”
Harry threw his hands up in the air. “Oh my god, you’re going to go there? You know that I thought it was Snape trying to steal the Philosophers Stone, not you. Who would have thought that you were stuck to the back of Quirrell’s head? Do you have any idea how disturbing that was? I was so traumatized that I had nightmares for weeks.”
“Good,” Voldemort growled.
Sitting up, Harry leaned in towards Voldemort then gave him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t be a grumpy dark lord.” Getting to his feet, he started walking towards the door.
With a stunned look on his face and his hand cupping his tingling cheek, Voldemort watched as the boy went to leave. “Where the hell are you going, Potter?”
Harry looked over his shoulder, his cheeks red. He couldn’t believe that he had kissed Voldemort on the cheek. “I’m going to send the twins an owl letting them know that I’ll be paying them a visit later tonight.”
Voldemort jumped to his feet. “Like hell you are?”
Sighing loudly, Harry turned to face Voldemort. “How else am I going to recruit their help in rescuing my wand? Besides, I’m not a prisoner here.”
“You’re not going to Diagon Alley alone.” Voldemort hissed.
“I’m sure as hell not bringing you along.”
“Obviously!” Voldemort said sarcastically.
Harry screamed in horror. “Don’t do that! Don’t say that word like that!”
Frustrated, Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did he think he could live with a Gryffindor? A teenage neko Gryffindor at that. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Harry gave a full body shiver. “That word, it’s Snape’s favorite word and you said it just like him. It’s obviously, not ooobviously. Ugh, hearing it said that way out of your mouth, out of the mouth of the man I want to fuck me into next week, makes me want to peel all my skin off and soak in bleach until I am nothing but bones.”
For the first time in his life, Voldemort was utterly speechless. Opening and closing his mouth, he gave his head a shake then took a deep calming breath. “I will make a portkey for your bedroom then ward your door so your twins can’t go wandering. I promise they will be safe here and this way I won’t have to worry about you getting snatched by Dumbledore or murdered by one of my Death Eaters.”
“I can’t believe I just word vomited that,” Harry said covering his face in mortification. Unable to look at Voldemort, he nodded his head. “I’ll just go write to them then drown myself in my bathtub.”
Voldemort smirked. “If you drown yourself, Potter, you’ll never get to know what it’s like to be fucked into next week by me. And believe me, kitten, I can fuck you into not only next week, but also next month.”
“But not until I’m seventeen?” Harry asked, reluctantly lifting his head.
“Not until you’re seventeen,” Voldemort reiterated.
Harry gave a shy smile. “I guess we will both have something to look forward to then.”
“Go write your letter, Potter,” Voldemort ordered.
“Right, the twins. Yeah, I’ll just go do that now. The portkey?”
“Will be here waiting for you as well as one of my owls.”
Harry opened his mouth to say more, but Voldemort held up his hand. “Go.”
Jerkily nodding his head, Harry turned and fled the room. Groaning, Voldemort fell back onto the couch. “That damn boy is going to be the death of me.”
***HP
“You can’t curse him,” Fenrir warned, his hand on the handle of the door.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. “The hell I can’t.”
“He’s Harry’s godfather. You hurt Black, you hurt your mate.”
Voldemort grit his teeth as he glared Fenrir. “Black is an insufferable, immature, hotheaded, mentally unstable…”
“I get it,” Fenrir chuckled. “You don’t like Black, I’m with you there, but you saw your boy earlier, he needs the man. Harry sees Black as a father figure, something you denied him off. I’m sorry, boss, but you owe him a father.”
“He barely knows the man,” Voldemort spat.
“He barely knows you and what he does know of you should have sent him screaming. You killed his parents and have spent the past fifteen years trying to kill him yet he’s already attached to you.”
Voldemort turned and looked at the door in disgust. The last thing he wanted to do was make nice with Black, especially if he couldn’t torture him into compliance. “You need to reexamine Potter’s head, there’s something not right with him. Maybe it’s from the killing curse or maybe it’s from the piece of my soul residing in his head, but his brain must be damaged. And to set the record straight, I have not been actively trying to kill the brat for fifteen years. I may have denied him a father, but he denied me of a body for thirteen years.”
“At the risk of being cursed…”
Raising his wand, Voldemort pointed it at Fenrir’s face. “I would think twice before saying what I think you’re about to say.”
Fenrir shrugged. “Fine, I won’t say that it was your fault. That you hunted down and tried to kill a one year old baby and that your curse ended up destroying you instead. Harry is not only innocent, but he has suffered the most in all of this. Let him have Black. Let him have a father.”
The magic pouring off of Voldemort was so thick that you could practically see it. “Fine!” He ground out angrily. “Since you’re so passionate about Potter having a father, a father that I haven’t cursed into insanity first, I’ll leave it to you to get through Black’s thick skull.” Lowering his wand, he took a step back. “You have one hour to convince Black to play nice before I start cursing.”
Fenrir groaned as he watched his master walk away. “I just couldn’t keep my fucking big mouth shut, could I? At least he didn’t curse me.” Knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy, that Sirius Black was only slightly more mentally stable than his batshit crazy cousin, Bellatrix, Fenrir turned the handle and entered the room, instinctively dodging the vase that came soaring towards his head.
***HP
Fenrir watched as a drop of blood slid down the man’s neck leaving a red trail over the man’s chest tattoos. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he growled, his emerald eyes glowing with his anger. Shifting his hand, he slid his claw out of Sirius’ neck. He hadn’t meant to hurt the bastard, but Black just kept coming at him unwilling to listen to anything he had to say. “I take back what I said earlier, you’re every bit as bat shit crazy as your cousin. Too much fucking inbreeding in your blood.”
“Where is Harry?” Sirius panted, his face red from lack of oxygen. He was pinned to the wall by Fenrir’s hand around his neck. “Did you kill him?”
Fenrir squeezed his hand tighter. “I have been trying to tell you about your godson for the past fifteen minutes, but you wouldn’t stop attacking me. A warning, Black, the Dark Lord is only giving me forty five more minutes to catch you up to speed before he storms in here and starts throwing curses around.”
“I don’t care about myself!” Sirius spat. “I only care about Harry.”
Fenrir was not only surprised to see the truth in Black’s eyes, but he could also scent it in his magic. Black honestly didn’t care about himself or what happened to him, he only cared about Harry’s safety. “Your pup is still alive. Not only is he still alive, but he’s finally safe and getting the medical help he has so desperately needed.”
Black didn’t relax at hearing that, he only started struggling harder. “He’s here then? My son is here? What did you do to him? Did you hurt him? Did you bite him? He’s just a kid, an innocent kid.”
“Son?” Fenrir questioned in confusion. “You mean godson. Harry is your godson.”
“He’s my son, you fucking monster!” Sirius roared as he started wildly struggling. “Harry is mine! Mine and James’!”
Stunned, Fenrir released the desperate man. When he had scanned Harry, he had only scanned his health, not paternity. Everyone knew that Harry Potter was the son of James and Lily Potter.
Chest heaving, Sirius tried to shove Fenrir out of his space, but the werewolf didn’t so much as flinch let alone move. “Just tell me truthfully, is he dead?” He asked, feeling drained and defeated. He had been locked in the room since the night before unable eat or sleep. The mouthy little house elf had delivered him plenty of food and pumpkin juice, but like hell was he going to willingly allow himself to be poisoned. His son needed him.
Seeing how dejected and exhausted the man looked, Fenrir took a few steps back. “I already told you that Harry is alive and in good health. Not so much as a hair has been harmed on the boy’s head. I should know, I have taken a couple curses for him.”
Sirius only relaxed a little at hearing that. “But he is here, right? Harry is a prisoner here?”
Fenrir chuckled. “Harry is here, but he isn’t a prisoner.”
“I don’t understand.”
Fenrir’s eyes flashed to a clock on the wall. He now only had twenty five minutes to get Black on their side. It was going to take more than a miracle. “The Dark Lord stumbled upon your god…” Inhaling deeply, he took in the man’s scent, easily picking up the similarities between the Black Lord and Potter. He had never been in the same room at the same time as the pair before or had ever paid close enough attention to their scents. There was no mistaken it now, the two were most definitely related. “Son,” he corrected.
“My son,” Sirius mumbled reverently, more to himself then to the werewolf.
Fenrir inclined his head. He would be demanding some answers from the Black Lord. “As I was saying, the Dark Lord stumbled across your son in the muggle world. Harry had found himself in a bit of trouble and unwilling to let anyone else hurt the boy, the Dark Lord dispatched the handsy muggle and brought your son here. Of course the Dark Lord had planned on making a grand show of killing the wizard prophesied to destroy him, but after some disturbing truths came to light, both your son and the Dark Lord decided to call a truce for the time being. Harry has not only been a guest here, but at the Dark Lord’s orders, I have been seeing to his health to guarantee he’s in tiptop shape for his upcoming inheritance. I don’t know if your wolf has told you this or not, but I am a highly gifted healer.”
Sirius shook his head in confusion. “No, Harry wouldn’t be here on his own free will. He wouldn’t let me worry like this.”
Fenrir ran a hand through his hair praying for patience. “I know he was planning on sending you an owl, but he wasn’t going to tell you of his current residence. Lord Black, what do you know of your son’s past? More specifically his childhood and his home life with his relatives?” Cocking his head, Fenrir chuckled. “I suppose those horrible muggles are no relation to the boy. I’m sure Harry will be relieved to receive such good news. Those people are truly horrible and disgusting.”
Sirius’ eyes lit up. “They’re here?” He asked darkly.
“They are, but their accommodations aren’t as lavish as yours. The only reason you are not residing in the dungeons with those filthy muggles is because the Dark Lord knows how important you are to Harry. Though, he doesn’t know yet just how important you are to him. Care to tell me how you are related to the brat?”
“I already told you, Harry is my son. I carried Harry, not Lily. I want to see my son,” Sirius demanded. “I don’t believe you. Harry wouldn’t willingly stay here, not with his father’s murderer.”
Fenrir looked back to the clock. Ten minutes, he only had ten minutes. “Look, Black, I don’t have time to hold your hand through this. The Dark Lord is going to be here in ten minutes and he is going to demand your obedience so here’s the short version. Your son was horribly abused by his relatives then molested by a neighbor when he was only eleven, partially trigging a creature inheritance. Deciding not to return to his abusive relatives after his second year, Harry decided to slip off into muggle London and hide on the streets, sleeping with muggle men for food, a warm bed, and the much needed comfort his creature demanded. The Dark Lord found him in a muggle bar being harassed by a filthy muggle who was going to beat and rape him. The Dark Lord killed the muggle then brought Harry back here to kill him himself, but after learning about his past, his creature inheritance, and the manipulations by Dumbledore, they decided on a truce. I was called in to do a thorough scan on Harry and to start healing him before his magical and creature inheritance on his sixteenth birthday. Not that the brat can do anything right, everyday more and more of his creature is awakening. So as you can see, Black, we have not harmed your son, we have only helped him…more so than Dumbledore and the rest of you so called light wizards.”
Shocked and feeling numb, Sirius’ legs gave out on him and he slid to the ground. “My baby, not my baby.” Shaking his head, he looked up to Fenrir, his eyes pleading. “Please tell me that’s not true. Please tell me that his innocence wasn’t stolen from him when he was only eleven.”
Fenrir sighed. “I’m sorry, I can’t, but if it makes you feel any better, the child molesting bastard died a very slow and very painful death. Let’s just say there’s no way all the pieces of him will be cleaned off the dungeon walls, there’s too many of them.”
Dropping his head in his hands, Sirius sat quietly as he let everything sink in that the werewolf told him. After a few minutes, his head snapped up. “Creature inheritance? What creature inheritance?”
Fenrir wasn’t sure if the Dark Lord wanted Black to know yet, but he was going to find out anyway. There was no reason to keep it a secret, not if they wanted his cooperation. “The night his neighbor molested him, as a way to cope with what was happening to him, his neko was partially awakened. Harry, your son, is a male submissive neko, or at least he will be after his full inheritance. That is why he sought out muggle men, his creature demanded affection and that was the only way he knew how to get it. He would have died had he not given in to his itch as he calls it.”
Sirius’ jaw flopped open in shock and disbelief. All he could do was stare at the werewolf waiting for him to proclaim that it was just a joke, that he just hadn’t told him that his son was a Neko. When Fenrir continued to just stare seriously at him, he gave his head a shake. “The Black’s are more creature than human, but there hasn’t been a full creature inheritance in decades. Some of us have shown some creature abilities, like my ability to carry and Nymphadora’s shape shifting, but that’s about it. We had assumed that all the inbreeding snuffed out the creature blood.”
“Well luckily the Black madness seemed to have skipped Harry. Though, that may explain why he’s so easy to forgive. The boss was just saying that the brat needed his head re-examined.”
Sirius awkwardly clambered to his feet. “I need to see him. I need to see my boy.”
“You will,” Fenrir reassured, “as long as you follow the Dark Lord’s rules.” When Sirius opened his mouth to protest, Fenrir grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Look, Black, that boy needs you, desperately so, but the Dark Lord isn’t going to let you anywhere near him if you try to poison Harry against him. Not that you could seeing as they are mates, but Harry has had it rough, what he needs now is your love and support.”
“Mates? You got to be fucking kidding me? There’s no way that monster is my son’s mate! I won’t allow it!” Sirius cried.
“Then I will end you now and be done with you,” Voldemort threatened from where he had just entered the room. “This only ends in one of two ways, Black, and the choice is in your hands. You accept me as Harry’s mate and get to live a happy life with him, or I kill you now before you have a chance to try to poison him against me and make his life miserable. I won’t allow you to hurt my mate.”
“This is the most important decision of your life, Black,” Fenrir warned, praying that the man would choose Harry over death. “You once chose revenge over your son and looked what happened to him, will you repeat the same mistake?”
Voldemort’s eyes snapped to his old friend. “Son?”
Fenrir slowly nodded his head. “Boy do I have a lot of gossip for you,” he tried joking, hoping to give the Black Lord a few extra minutes to come to the right decision. “It seems our little neko is the offspring of James Potter and Sirius Black, not Lily Evans.”
Voldemort raised a single eyebrow. “Interesting, very interesting.”
“If I promise to not go against you, you’ll allow me to remain here with my son?” Sirius asked skeptically.
It looked as though it physically pained him, but Voldemort inclined his head. “I’ll accept nothing less than an unbreakable vow. Believe it or not, I only have the little pest’s best interest at heart. Harry needs you, he needs a father. I may be his mate, but he’s been physically and sexually abused and right now he needs you more than me. I may be the Dark Lord, but I won’t touch him until he’s seventeen, at least not sexually.”
Closing his eyes, Sirius nodded his head in agreement. He would do anything for Harry, even sell his soul to the devil…and he had no doubt that Voldemort was the devil. “Just to set the record straight, I didn’t choose revenge over my son. The night you killed James and Lily, I took Harry from the wreckage and I was going to take him to St. Mungos to see to the cut on the forehead you left him with, but then I ran into Hagrid. Hagrid kept going on that he was ordered by Dumbledore to take Harry back to Hogwarts, but I refused to hand him over. The next thing I know I’m coming to in Azkaban with no memory of how I got there. It was the guards that informed me that I was there for betraying James and Lily, killing Peter the rat bastard, and killing a bunch of innocent muggles.”
“Sounds as though you were under the imperius curse and there’s only one man that would have done it,” Voldemort informed as he advanced on Sirius. “Albus Dumbledore needed you out of the way so he could get his hands on Harry. Did he know that you, not Lily, was Harry’s carrier?”
Sirius tensed as Lord Voldemort drew closer to him, the man’s red eyes glowing eerily. The man may not look like the snakelike monster he knew him to be, but there was no mistaking his aura. How could one person possess so much power? “No one other than Lily knew, not even Remus.”
“And how did Harry come about?” Fenrir asked curiously.
Sirius sneered at the werewolf. “I thought you said you were a healer.”
“I’m going to kill him!” Fenrir snarled as he made to lunge at Sirius.
Voldemort held his hand out. “Fen, calm yourself. Remember, we are dealing with a Gryffindor. A mentally unstable Gryffindor at that.”
Sirius glared at the Dark Lord, but didn’t dare say anything. He may be mentally unstable, but he wasn’t stupid. “James and I got together when we were fifteen, he only married Lily because his parents demanded that he marry a witch and produce an heir. We didn’t know until I got pregnant that I was a carrier. Male pregnancies are rare outside of creatures, we never suspected it could happen.”
“Curious,” Voldemort said, staring at the Black Lord as though he was a puzzle to be solved. “You will make an unbreakable vow to me then get cleaned up and get some food in you. As long as you do as I say you will be safe here.”
“And I’ll be able to see my son?” Sirius interrupted.
“The brat is currently entertaining his twin terrors in his room, but after they leave I will allow you to see him. I’ll only tell you this once, Black, Harry may be your son, but he is mine. Step out of line, hurt him or try to turn him against me, and I will kill you.”
“I don’t understand how he is your mate? You have been trying to kill him since before he was born. You killed James!”
“And I’ll kill you just as easily,” Voldemort threatened. “Harry is extremely powerful, more so than even he realizes, I’m the only one magically powerful enough to help him control his magic, to ground him. We are equals, destined to be, even our wands share the same core. Phoenix feathers given by the same Phoenix, Dumbledore’s pet Phoenix. Albus Dumbledore is not the light lord, Harry is. Harry is the light lord and I am the dark lord.”
“That’s why you couldn’t kill him when he was a baby.” Sirius whispered, both in fear and in awe.
Voldemort inclined his head. “Somehow Dumbledore knew this so he manipulated us, he manipulated me,” he spat in anger, “to attack and try to kill Harry that Halloween night. I may have killed James, but your precious Dumbledore put that night’s events into motion. He made sure one of my Death Eaters overheard a fake prophecy, one declaring your son as the only one with the power to destroy me. Everything that has happened until this point you can lay the blame at that old fool’s feet.”
Feeling a migraine coming on, Sirius rubbed at his forehead. “This is a lot to process.”
Voldemort looked to Fenrir. “I want a full medical report on Lord Black. I’m sure he hasn’t seen a healer since his escape from Azkaban so he will more than likely need as much healing as the brat. I may be asking for too much, but I want him as mentally stable as he can be.”
Fenrir snorted. “I’m a healer, not a miracle worker.”
“Hey!” Sirius cried.
With one last glare, Voldemort turned and stormed out of the room.
***HP