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Author's notes: Hi! I'm back from a very long break. I have officially graduated college and I am on my way to working for Johnson and Johnson out it California. As you can see, I'm writing another story. This one is entitles 'Nicodemus'. I can't remember from which language it can from but it roughly means: 'The one who rules over the conquered' or something like that. I started this story before DH came out so I will finish it that way. This story is AU from OoTP and on. Sixth year basically didn't go down the way it did in HBP, and it starts roughly a year after their Seventh year. Hopefully this will be a bit darker than my other stories, and hopefully you like where it's going. Constructive feedback is always nice. ! It's good to be back. Enjoy!
Oh and ACL, HLD, Wicked, No Other Way, and Sticks and Stones have all be re-read and betaed by my lovely beta LeeLee. I love this chick, she's great. I will repost those chapters this week; hopefully for all of them. And she beta read these to chapters to so thank you from the bottom of my heart LeeLee!
Okay for real now, enjoy!
Prologue
“It seems that this ill begotten world is learning to take its life into its own hands.” Voldemort said smugly as he grinned at the young lord sitting beside him.
“Is that so?” The young lord’s voice had deepened over the course of the nine months that he had been in Voldemort’s company. It began to carry more weight and power with every cultured word that came from his mouth. He had learned well, had been an eager student, and now…Voldemort smiled to himself, it seemed that his training was complete. “And how do you think they have done this?”
“Well for starters, actually setting up some preliminary defenses against our soldiers. They have finally realized that magick is more than just magick. It takes on different forms with every different intent that its master bends it to do. Light magick and dark magick, what is the main difference hmm?”
“Although light magick is very different than dark magick, the intent is all the same,” a small smile flitted across the young lord’s face. “It is the heart of the user that shapes what comes from the end of his or her wand. However,” A gloved hand came up as the flames in the fireplace spiked and then fell again as that gloved hand fell to its linen trouser knee. “In our case I would say whatever comes from our own two hands. With darker magick, the call is stronger, because the intent behind it is stronger. Darker spells require more concentration and power of will, but dark magick also extracts a higher price. Your mortality slowly ebbs away unless you have a focus…outside of your magick.”
“Very well said,” Voldemort said, “And I agree with that thought.”
“I can assure you that most of this world will not embrace the dark aspects of magick. They cling too fiercely to their mortality. It grounds them, makes everything black and white instead of the gray that it usually is. They feel that they can label and place everyone and everything into a nice little box, but if they were to accept this…then what is the need for labels or these nice boxes to put everything in to? Everyone would have a dark secret, everyone would be the same.” A bitter chuckle escaped the young lord. “It is really funny Tom.” Voldemort arched an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“They planned for me to have all of this power that you have brought forth within me. Only they planned to control it, bind it to themselves, and have me walk around like a puppet on strings while they, the Puppet Masters, yanked those strings to place me where they wanted me to be. And yet you,” His eyes flashed with power, “You who had every reason to want me dead for this power alone, nurtured it and helped me control it. Why?”
“Because I saw that you had potential, especially when you married your Consort. The person you were before would have never done that and this new older, wiser you intrigued me. I had to know, for a fact that you had truly changed and then when you came willing under my tutelage, the reasons I had for wanting you dead became obsolete. You were no longer a threat to my cause…you became an ally to it.”
“Would you like more tea Tom?” He asked. Voldemort let his crimson gaze rest on the young man seated across from him and nodded with a smile.
“Indeed.”
“Darling, would you be as kind as to get our guest more tea please?” The young lord called out. Within moments, the petite lithe body of his consort swept through the room with a tray in hand.
“But of course dear,” was the drawled reply, “Would you care for more?” Voldemort watched the interplay between the couple and was quite surprised to see those deep emerald green eyes soften at the young man who was making their tea. An elegant hand handed him his tea, just how he liked it with one teaspoon of cream, and three lumps of sugar.
“My dear Draco, how are you doing? I hear congratulations are in order?” Voldemort said softly to the young man. Silvery gray eyes flickered with a tenderness that was replaced with a cool mask after moments. The same hand that had given him his tea went to the man’s slight protruding abdomen for a moment before it flicked the silver blond rope of hair behind his back showing his slightly pointed ears.
“I am quite well Lord Riddle and I thank you for your congratulations.” He said coolly. “I take it that you will be joining us for dinner? My father and his lover will be coming to dine with us, you are more than welcome.”
“I would rather not over stay my welcome. I will leave the rest of this fine afternoon to you and your husband. I must say he is quite an exemplary man.” He watched as those silvery gray eyes softened and that alabaster skin flushed as the husband in question lifted his left hand and kissed the back of it.
“Yes, I dare say he is.” Draco agreed softly. “I take it that your business has been concluded?”
“Yes, business has been concluded for now.” Voldemort sipped the last of his tea and then stood bowing to Draco and his husband who had also stood. “I bid you both good day and Draco, tell your father that he and his lover are to meet me within a weeks’ time to discuss…their problem.” Draco arched an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless.
Voldemort walked briskly down the understated yet elegant marble hallway of the Potter-Malfoy Manor towards the front door. A house elf got him his coat and he left their residence with a small smile curving his lips and more than a few ideas in his head.
However, Draco did have that effect on him.
“Yes, long, but no longer than usual. Mostly we just talked and planned the next skirmish to this seemingly endless battle.” Draco smiled softly at him.
“You sound like Father.” He murmured as he let a hand gracefully flow over the discarded dishes and both of them watched as they vanished.
“Yes, well, he was the one who taught me how to speak.” Harry said raising an eyebrow. They gazed at each other before looking away at the same time. A lot had changed between them and now they had more to think about than themselves. “Come to me please.” Draco rose gracefully and practically glided towards Harry’s seat. Harry pulled the lithe body in front of him between his legs and then let his hands wander over the protrusion of his mate’s belly. “Do you feel well?”
“Yes, my morning sickness has gone and I can eat more now,” he said in soft reply. Harry smiled at that. Draco had had the worst morning sickness; he had not been able to keep anything down and was almost forced to go to one of the few Veela doctors in England, for something that would set him to straits.
“I am glad of that my darling.” Harry told him. Draco smiled and then sighed softly as Harry stood up and pulled him close, wrapping him in his arms as he kissed him gently. “Come we must meet Lucius and Severus soon, there has been a change of plan.”
“Oh?”
“Dinner will be held out tonight.” Harry said as he wrapped an arm around Draco’s lithe waist and guided him out of his private study and down the hallway towards the main entrance of their large home.
“Is there something that you are not telling me that would make you change the plans this way?” Draco asked with a small frown. It was not his place to know certain things about his husband’s dealings, however his husband’s health and well-being was one of his top priorities. Draco blinked as he thought of this; though they were bond mates as well as heart mates due to the Veela blood that ran through his veins, and Draco knew that he and his kin were quite possessive and down right protective of their mates, it was something else entirely that made Harry’s safety a priority for him. Something beyond instinct and their bonds.
“Draco?” Harry asked as he watched his mate pensively. The Veela blinked and then smiled at him.
“I am fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, husband.” Draco said exasperated, “I am not made of china.” As Harry helped him into his black velvet cloak. He gloved his hands and then was surprised but inwardly pleased when Harry kissed him again albeit a bit more tenderly than he did in his private study.
“I worry over your health as well as the health of our child Draco; I do not want to lose you both.” Harry admitted quietly. Some of Tom’s teachings were rearing their ugly heads. He had just admitted to weakness and that weakness could be used against him. However, as he saw Draco’s eyes soften as they gazed up at him, he knew the risk was worth it.
“I will take care Harry, do not worry so. It is my job to do the worrying in this relationship.” Draco told him. Harry just nodded solemnly as he laid Draco’s hand on his forearm and grabbed his cane and nodded to the house elf. The elf bowed and opened the doors to let them out into the rapidly cooling October evening. A long stretch limousine awaited them and their chauffeur was already waiting by the door.
“My Lords,” he said opening the passenger door for them.
“John, how are you this evening?” Harry asked, as he made sure Draco was comfortable in the car.
“Very well milord.”
“Good, we are going into the muggle world tonight, to the Ritz Carleton I believe.”
“Very good milord.” John bowed and then shut the door, hurrying to his own door, climbing in, and driving off towards London, leaving Lords Harry and Draco Potter-Malfoy both contemplating how their relationship even started.