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The Dark Lord's Apprentice By Loveobsession
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Category: Alternate Universe
Characters:All
Genres: Action/Adventure
Warnings: Death, Disturbing Imagery, Intimate Sexual Situations
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 127
Summary: “The one with the power to equal The Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him. He shall rise as the seventh month dies, and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal and he shall raise him as his own. For together they have the power to overcome all who face them…”
Hitcount: Story Total: 54694; Chapter Total: 3852
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Author's Notes: Hi all. Here's the second installment. The section in bold italics is a flashback.
Hope you enjoy!
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Preparation
Ha rry ran; he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him, ducking under branches and leaves until he came to a complete stop behind the trunk of the biggest tree, panting heavily. He closed his eyes, hoping against hope he wouldn’t be found. Controlling his breathing, he tried to listen for any noise that might indicate that he had been followed, that he might be found.
A few moments passed where Harry heard nothing, and he began to relax, when all of a sudden there was a snap of a twig nearby. Harry’s heart jolted. Then there was another snap, then another, then Harry could hear the sound of approaching footsteps and his heart sank. He had been found.
“Found you!” Draco said triumphantly, jumping out from behind the other side of the tree, causing Harry to jump in shock.
“Not fair!” Harry whined. “You cheated!”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Fi ne,” Harry harrumphed as they walked out of the small orchard that lined the grounds of Malfoy Manor and strolled onto the neatly cut grass of the large back garden. “Want to play again?” he asked.
Draco shook his head. “I’ve got something better we can do,” he said, smirking slyly.
Harry grinned back and followed his best friend into the house.
“I know where my Dad keeps some spare wands,” Draco explained eagerly, his face alight with mischief. “Wanna have some fun?”
Harry grinned and nodded before following Draco up the stairs and into one of the many sitting rooms. He watched as Draco glanced around the room to make sure it was empty before rushing inside across the oak floor and opening one of the drawers in the large cabinet that stood tall against the far wall of the room. Seconds later he returned to Harry with a wand in each hand.
“Let’s have some fun,” he said gleefully before rushing back outside with Harry in tow.
“Right,” Draco said, as they walked back onto the grounds that was bathed in summer sun. “I know a fun spell I see my Dad use all the time. Watch,” he said as he placed a broken tree branch before him, before standing back, pointing the wand at it and saying confidently: “Incendio!”
Nothing happened.
Draco tried again. “Incendio!”
Again nothing happened.
“What’s supposed to happen?” Harry asked.
“That branch was supposed to catch fire!” Draco said crossly. “This stupid wand must be broken,” he said, looking at it with contempt before throwing it on the ground. “Here, give me yours.”
“No,” Harry said, stepping in front of Draco and aiming his wand at the branch, “it’s my go. What was the spell again?”
“Incendio,” Draco said. “But I doubt you’ll be able to do it if I couldn’t.”
Harry ignored his friend’s last comment as he focused on the branch. Squinting in concentration, Harry took a deep breath before saying: “Incendio!” Harry felt a wondrous rush of energy coarse through his arm, through the wand, then there was a flash of orange light and suddenly the branch caught flame.”
Before either boy could react to what had happened however, they heard a shout from behind them.
“Draco, Harry, what do you think you are doing?”
Whirling around the two boys could see Lucius Malfoy marching angrily towards them, followed by a man whose face was surrounded by a thick curtain of greasy black hair. Harry recognised him as Severus Snape.
“What did I tell you about using wands without my permission?” Lucius snapped, grabbing the wand from Harry before picking up the one Draco had discarded and using it to douse the flaming branch.
“Sorry father,” Draco said, looking down at his feet.
“Don’t just apologise to me, but to Severus also, you interrupted an important meeting.”
“Sorry, Severus,” Draco said.
Harry looked up at Severus to find him looking at him intently, his gaze flickering between him and the now burnt out branch.
“Sorry, Severus,” Harry said finally.
“It is of no matter,” Severus said, turning to Lucius. “I must be going anyway. I shall see you soon, Lucius. Goodbye Draco, Harry. With one last curious glance at Harry, Severus turned on the spot and Disapparated.”
With Severus gone, Lucius led the two boys back into the house.
“I can’t wait until I turn eleven and get my Hogwarts letter,” Draco said once they were alone again in Draco’s large playroom. “I’ll be able to do loads of spells.”
Harry shook his head disappointedly. “It’s not fair. How come you get to go and I don’t?”
Draco looked at Harry incredulously. “Not fair?! You can’t complain. You’re going to be trained by the Dark Lord himself!”
***
Harry looked over his peaked hands at the trio that sat opposite him at his dining room table in Potter Manor.
“What are you asking of me?” he asked.
“For a second chance,” Lucius reasoned, glancing desperately at his wife and son before looking back at Harry.
“You are asking too much of me, Lucius.”
“Please, Harry!” Draco begged, his voice rising in an irritating whine. “We gave you the information, just like the Dark
Lord asked. Please.”
Harry looked at the Malfoy family before him. How they had fallen from grace. “There shall be no place for you in the attacks, for any of you, the Dark Lord stated that himself, and I am not one to go against the Dark Lord's bidding,” Harry said, causing Lucius and Draco to curse under their breaths. Narcissa’s faced visibly paled. Harry could tell they were desperate for any opportunity to win back the favour of the Dark Lord.
“The Dark Lord is dissatisfied with your service,” Harry continued, “and with good reason. After all, it was you that carelessly let slip to an undercover Auror of our intention to attack Diagon Alley, was it not, Draco?”
“Yes, Harry, but I will put right my mistakes, if you just give me a chance.”
Harry thought for a moment before nodding his head. He had come to a decision. It was a risky one.
“The Dark Lord has concocted a plan to kill Albus Dumbledore.”
Harry paused as there was a collective intake of breath around the table. “It is a plan he has only divulged to a select few, not even Severus knows of it, although he will be informed of it shortly. You must understand, I am taking a big risk by telling you this, and were it not for our history together, I would not even have considered disclosing this to you.”
He turned to Draco.
“The Dark Lord needs an inside man, other than Severus, inside Hogwarts and has left it up to me to nominate the candidate. I will nominate you, Draco, if you wish.”
“Thank you Harry,” Draco said earnestly as his parents sighed in relief. “I won’t let you down.”
“See to it that you don’t, it will be all of our heads that roll if you do. You will be stationed inside Hogwarts as a Slytherin student. You will be supplied with a phial of polyjuice potion for your disguise. You will attend Hogwarts classes and events as an ordinary student until you receive further instruction. You must contact Dolohov once you leave here this evening, he is running this operation closely with the Dark Lord. He will update you on the required details.”
Harry turned to address the family as a whole. “This is your one opportunity to restore yourselves as key members of the Dark Lord’s inner circle. See to it that you take it. You are dismissed.”
With that, the Malfoy family rose and paid their respects before leaving.
Harry sighed. He had taken a big risk. He just hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite him.
He glanced down at his watch before standing and gathering the piles of parchment the Malfoy’s had brought him into his arms. He now had the exact details on each of their main targets-the Prewitt, Longbottom and Weasley households. Every defensive ward, every booby-trap, every movement in or out of the three locations were listed on the pieces of parchment in his hands, as well as detailed blueprints on the layout of the properties and the surrounding grounds.
Harry walked into the living room, his black shoes clacking loudly on the hard-oaken floor-the chandelier of oil lamps that hung proudly in the centre of the room casting shadows across the dark green wallpaper that lined the walls. He walked over towards the tall bookshelf that stood on the left hand side of the room and tapped it sharply with his hand. A second passed before the shelves started to rumble and the bookshelf moved aside revealing a large metal safe. Holding his wand against the cold metal, Harry muttered a short incantation and the door swung open allowing him to deposit the parchment inside.
Once he closed the safe, Harry glanced at his watch again. It was almost 10pm. He had the plans for the assaults, now he needed the men.
Walking to the front door he grabbed his dark black travelling cloak that hung on the oaken cloak-stand that stood by the front door and threw it on. Opening the front door and stepping into the cool night breeze, he closed the door behind him, threw the hood of his cloak over his head and Disapparated with a sharp crack.
Seconds later he reappeared in the dark shadowy street that was Knockturn Alley. Immediately his nostrils were hit with the stench of stale alcohol and urine. Wrinkling his nose in disgust he stalked forward, walking around the drunkards that sometimes stumbled into his path out of dingy looking taverns to urinate in the gutters.
After a few moments, Harry took a left and headed towards a tavern bathed in a magical sickly green glow, adequately named the ‘Serpents Inn’. Walking inside, Harry noticed how the stench of alcohol and urine he had experienced outside, intensified as he chose a booth in a secluded corner and removed his travelling cloak. He glanced around the tavern of which he was now quite familiar. It was small, with a bar that only served strong liquor in the centre lined by worn and weathered bar stools, with dark booths sitting in each shadowy corner of the pub.
It was a pub that was well past its prime. It had seen its best years when Voldemort had been at the height of his powers some 19 years ago when it was the go-to place for any Death Eaters, associates or sympathisers of the Dark Lord. Now though, it was filled with alcoholics, escorts and old men thinking nostalgically of better days where Pure-Bloods were rightly respected in Wizarding society. A time where it was Muggles hiding from wizards, not the other way around.
Harry smirked to himself. Those days would be returning soon, and maybe he will see the Serpent’s Tavern returned to its former glory.
Harry’s attention was caught by the door of the tavern opening and a heavily cloaked figure walking in. The figure glanced around the pub quickly before spotting Harry and heading over to him. It was only until the figure was sitting opposite Harry in the shadows of the booth did he retract his hood.
“Greyback,” Harry greeted, trying to hide his distaste for the creature that sat before him.
“Scar,” Greyback replied, inclining his head slightly in respect.
Harry held back a smirk at the use of his nickname. It was a name that instilled respect in the hearts of his allies, and fear in the hearts of his enemies. It was a name he had earned.
“You have been made aware of our plan, I trust?”
Greyback growled hungrily, his eyes glinting with excitement. “I have.”
“A double assault,” Harry continued, “on the Prewett and Tonks households. Tell your men to be at my Manor at midnight tomorrow
for the briefing, understood?”
“Understood,” Greyback replied. “And what type of…payment might I receive for my services?”
Harry stood and pulled his travelling cloak on as he considered the question.
“A feast,” Harry replied, turning on his heels and vacating the pub, but not before he heard the appreciative roar from the werewolf he had left behind.
‘You may have your uses, Greyback,’ Harry thought to himself as he Disapparated back to his Manor, ‘but it won’t be long until your kind will be cast aside alongside the other impurities that plague or world.’
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