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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Voldemort, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Remus_Lupin,
      Severus_Snape, Albus_Dumbledore, Lucius_Malfoy, Neville_Longbottom, Luna
      Lovegood
  Additional Tags:
      Male_Slash, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Harrymort_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 6 of Serpent_&_Snitch_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-07 Words: 4158
****** Light's Fall ******
by HecatesKiss
Summary
     The Final Battle doesn't go the way the Light expected it. Or...
     Voldemort Wins
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter. Not J.K. Rowling. Not Beta'd for once! Not
     making a knut.
     For My Lord and the Harrymort group.
     Not Safe For Work Material
     "Parseltongue"
      
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     No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted,
     without the prior written consent of the author.~ dated 27-08-2014
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Harry rubbed a hand across the back of his neck as he leaned against the
casement, looking down from Gryffindor Tower. He knew what was coming. Harry
reached under his shirt, hooking the silver chain with a finger. He tugged the
pendant loose and ran a finger across the coiled serpent and snitch worked in
silver and gold. Delicate platinum wings fluttered against his fingers as he
cradled the pendant in hand. The serpent hissed the same message every time he
activated it.
“Soon, my little one.”
The message had gone from comforting to disturbing. He alone in the castle was
safe. Harry knew the Death Eaters had been commanded to leave him be if they
encountered him. Snape had told him that himself. That still didn’t make him
feel comfortable. He tucked the pendant back out of sight when the door to the
dorm opened and Ron stepped in.
“Mate? Dumbledore’s looking for you, and so is Snape. They want to talk before
curfew.”
“All right.” Harry returned. He adjusted his robe and forwent trying to smooth
down his hair. His right hand nervously brushed against his wand.
“Mate?”
“Nervous.”
“Well, we do have that DADA test tomorrow. And its Snape. But mate? You ace
dueling tests. Always have. Now come on, Dumbledore.”
“Yeah. Right.” Harry swallowed hard. He really didn’t want to talk with
Dumbledore. He’d been writing the Dark Lord for months in secret. He’d left
Hogwarts multiple times to meet with the man. All of the info was buried under
the Dark Lord’s own protections, but Harry was still unnerved at the thought of
dealing with the man face to face.
 
* * *
“Ah dear boy, do come in. Sit, sit.” Dumbledore directed him to the visitors
chair. Harry politely declined the offer of tea or a lemon sherbet. Voldemort’s
warning about a mild truth telling potion in the lemon candies rang in his head
as he folded his hands in his lap.
“You wanted to see me, Headmaster?”
Dumbledore smiled, blue eyes twinkling. He sipped from his tea cup and leaned
forward, smile sliding off his face like a bad habit. “I have some rather
unfortunate news for you, my dear boy. I did a little  checking on Dominic
Volsung. The point where your letters are picked up at is what muggles call a
Death Drop?”
“Dead drop, Professor. I know there is no way for anyone to trace a letter
beyond that point. Nic and I set it up that way. It was deliberate.”
“Oh. It was? Whyever for?”
“To prevent what you just tried, Headmaster.” Harry smiled slightly, fingers
twisting the emerald and silver ring.
“But…”
“Professor, what if it had been Voldemort’s minions? They would have only found
a dead drop. A dead end. I know Nic writes out of Paris. Where in the world he
might actually be? I don’t know. And it keeps us both safe.”
“Dear boy, the Order can certainly protect your friend…”
“I’m sorry Professor. But the fact that you are stumped as to how to get to
him, tells me Nic is perfectly safe wherever he is.” Harry suppressed every
trace of the amusement he felt at the fact Albus Dumbledore was offering to
protect Voldemort from himself.
“Very well, dear boy. Now… Severus has mentioned a concern about the little
gifts that your friend has been sending you --”
The sudden shrill of alarms caused the Headmaster to jolt. The brief flash of
heat in Harry’s scar told him far more than the apparatuses ever could. The
Dark Lord was most likely at Hogwart’s very gates. Harry rose with the
Headmaster, frowning. The man went to the fireplace and threw in powder.
“Order Headquarters! Remus?! Remus? Lupin get your arse to the hearth this
instant!”
Harry blinked and scowled. Grimmauld Place was his. It was more than the
Headquarters of the Order of the Bloody Flaming Flamingo.
“Headmaster?” Remus asked, sliding to the hearth and blinking.
“Rally them one and all. He’s here.”
“Yes, Headmaster.” Remus said with a jerky nod. Harry drew a slow breath. He
clenched his hands into fists and breathed in and out…. sick at the thought of
bloodshed that was only moments away.
“Headmaster?” Severus called from the doorway. The old man waved a hand. Harry
turned toward his Professor and nodded shortly. When the man pressed his lips
together and brushed a hand over his left arm, Harry sighed and closed his
eyes. He’d forgotten about that little fact.
“Ah, Severus… you will stand with the Order. I will not risk you among Tom’s
ranks.”
“As you will, Headmaster.” Severus returned, bowing his head slightly.
“Professor?” Harry asked, he huffed when the man waved him from the room. Harry
shook his head and spun, stalking for the door. He reached out and grabbed the
Defense Professor by his left arm and yanked. The man followed, thankfully
without protest.
“What is the meaning --”
“We both know he’s here. I know you suspect something. Where will the
Headmaster expect you to be?”
“Keeping watch over you. This is not going to be like fifth year, Potter. There
will be no reprieve once battle is joined. Your precious little Army will die.”
Severus spat, dark eyes burning with fury.
“Neville, Luna, Ron, Mione, and Ginny held out. Yes, they had us pinned. Yes,
Malfoy would have fucking killed me if he’d had the chance. We have probably
twenty minutes before the Order pours in, correct?”
“Yes, that’s… Potter?!”
Harry took off at a run, and Severus swore, but matched pace as Harry plunged
his hand into his trouser pocket and pulled out the DA coin. He bit his lip and
winced as his teeth sliced through his lower lip. He spat his blood into his
palm and then pressed the coin into it.
“Priority Override. Meeting right now.” Harry then licked his lip and shoved
the coin back in his pocket as he climbed the stairs headed for the seventh
floor. Harry prayed that training would hold true.
 
* * *
Five minutes later, the entire DA was arrayed before Harry, only Fred and
George were missing from the ranks. Severus scowled in the background. Harry
took a deep breath and stepped forward.
“Voldemort is here. At the gates. I won’t ask you to fight. This is not your
battle. What I want the DA to do for each House… get your housemates into their
dorms. I know, thanks to Mione that if the castle comes under direct attack,
the dorms will seal and protect the other kids. That is what I need you to do.
Get your House under cover. Gryffindor especially. Nigel? Please, help me with
this.”
“But--”
“Gryffindor is no good as a House if we are all dead. The Death Eaters will
strike first and ask questions later. I want the younger years safe. The House
has to survive. Mione? Ron? I know I can’t make you stay. Ginny?”
“Not on your life, Harry. We stand with you.” Harry nodded. He looked to
Neville when the other man stepped forward. He groaned when Luna did the same.
“Guys…”
“Together. We’ll make sure the younger kids get under cover, but if he’s here…”
“Fine. The rest of you? You have your marching orders. We’ve barely got fifteen
minutes. Why the hell hasn’t Dumbledore ordered….” Harry traded a look with the
Defense Professor and saw the truth in the man’s eyes.
“Shite. Guys move! I won’t put the kids in danger. Professor? Can you send out
the call, all students are to return to their dorms at once?”
Severus nodded, rage flushing his cheeks, matching Harry’s own rage as both men
realized abruptly that the old man was leaving the children exposed in a castle
that would shortly become a battleground. The dark clad man swept from the
room.
“All students are required to return to their House Common Rooms at once, by
order of the Headmaster. All students are required to return to their House
Common Rooms at once, by order of the Headmaster.”
“Good luck, Harry.” Nigel said, reaching out and giving him a quick hug. Harry
smiled, feeling sick…. wishing that there was some way to avert this tragedy.
The students filed past him without a word. Harry drew a deep breath and closed
his eyes.
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark
Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can
live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark
Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …
“Mione? What is the definition of the word vanquish?”
“To defeat thoroughly, Mr. Potter.” Severus responded.
“Anything more, sir?”
“No. The Oxford English Dictionary is quite succinct in its definitions.”
Harry nodded and chewed on his lip. He started pacing, mind rapidly flipping
through possibilities.
“So, I vanquished him once as a baby. It is the reason I am called “the Chosen
One” and “Boy Who Lived” correct?”
“Yes.” Neville and the others agreed. Harry nodded. He thought of his years in
the cupboard under the stairs compared to the Dark Lord’s wandering bodiless
and barely existing. He nodded.
“All right. Let’s go. Sir? On my left side, Mione? My right. Ron, protect her
weak side. Ginny? Other side of  the Professor. Nev? Other side of Ginny.
Luna?”
“I have your back, Harry. You will need it.” Luna said with a dreamy smile.
Harry nodded, seeing that her eyes were all too clear and knowing. Harry closed
his eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
“Let’s go.”
 
* * *
Harry and his group, with Severus on his left side, stood slightly apart as the
Light and Dark forces arrayed themselves. The gate had been blown off its
hinges and lay as a wreck of twisted metal and magic. Harry shivered slightly
in the cooler night air, wishing he’d grabbed his cloak.
Harry saw Remus shoot him a worried glance. Shaking his head slightly as he
took a deep breath, he swallowed as his stomach fluttered. The Dark Lord turned
his head, ignoring the Headmaster for a moment so that their gazes could lock.
“Hello Tom.” Dumbledore said, false cheerful smile plastered to his face.
Harry’s fingers flexed over his wand. He knew how much his lover hated that
name.
“Dumbledore.”
“Why? Why here? There are children, innocent children, Tom. Will you really
risk the blood you claim to want to keep pure?”
Harry winced as he felt a lance of pain stab through his scar. He knew the Dark
Lord getting angry could be bad for the Light. Very bad. Harry tore his gaze
away from Voldemort’s and let his eyes flicker over the unmasked Death Eaters.
He snarled when he saw Bellatrix. She grinned and wiggled her fingers at him.
Harry was glad that Ginny grabbed Neville before he could lift his wand. He did
not need this kicking off due to a personal squabble.
Harry stepped forward, knowing that no one had to die if what he suspected was
true. Every person went still, collectively holding their breaths as Harry
walked between Light and Dark lines, head high and with empty hands.
Harry squared his shoulders as he faced the Dark Lord. He kept his face blank.
“Hello, little one.”
“Hello Voldemort.”
“They expect you to fight me. Will you?”
“They expect me to be their weapon. What will you give me if I give you victory
here?”
“What are your terms?”The Dark Lord’s face twisted into a scowl, even as
amusement flavoured the link between them.
“Protection for my family. And three others I name.”
“So, your werewolf, the Tonks Auror, the Weasleys, and Ms. Granger are your
family.”
Harry glared even as he hissed, “Yes.”
“And the other three?”
“Lovegood, Longbottom.”He took a breath, stomach swirling as he hissed out the
final name,“Snape.”
“Snape ismine.”
“Wrong. He swore an oath to my mother. To protect me.”
“He ever betrays it… he dies.”
Harry nodded and took a step forward. The Light tensed, the Dark lifted wands,
but were held in check by the Dark Lord’s lifted hand. Harry slid his phoenix
and holly want from his robe and went to one knee, wand out and balanced across
his hand.
“My Lord? My wand is yours.” Harry bowed his head.
“Harry! No!”
“How could you!”
“Traitor!”
“Your parents would be ashamed!”
Harry came to his feet and spun, wand pointed directly at Dumbledore. It had
been the Headmaster’s voice had been the one to cry the last.
“You, yourself, Headmaster, told me that love was my greatest strength. My
capacity to love made me stronger than the Dark Lord. So be it. I think my
parents would understand. It was war. It was a war you pushed them into.”
“Harry…”
“Since Sirius died, he’s shielded me as much as he was able. He started writing
to me. I… care deeply for him. I am his, Headmaster. My wand is his to
command.” Harry stepped back next to the Dark Lord, and lowered his wand when
the Dark Lord raised his own.
“You are mine. Those you have asked for will remain unharmed. Headmaster? What
will you do now?”
Harry sucked in a breath when the Headmaster stepped forward and raised his
wand. Harry’s hand tightened on his wand along with every other person loyal to
the Dark Lord.
“Avada --”
Harry shoved the Dark Lord out of the line of fire as Lucius then shoved Harry
further and lifted his wand, snarling out the Killing Curse. Dumbledore fell as
the light engulfed him. Harry and the Dark Lord both hit the ground. Harry
automatically tried to cover the Dark Lord with his body. He lashed out blindly
when hands touched his back.
“Shh…  Little Lord. I mean you no harm.” Lucius muttered. Harry glared and came
to his feet, automatically stepping into a guard position with Lucius as the
Dark Lord gained his feet. Harry nodded his thanks and turned to look at the
Light, which was gaping in open mouthed horror at the dead body of Albus
Dumbledore.
“Two choices. Withdraw, or die.” Harry spat, green eyes burning. He watched
most of the Light turn and apparate right there. His eyes skimmed over Luna,
Severus, Neville, Ron and Hermione. He blinked when he realized Remus also
remained.
“Your friends and family do you credit, little one.”
“They’ve stood by me from the start. Of course.” Harry responded, shrugging
slightly. He wheeled with the Dark Lord when Bella cackled and raised her wand
“Bella!” both men thundered. The witch paused and blinked.
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Granger, the werewolf, the Weasleys, Longbottom, the Lovegood girl, and
Severus are all exempt from you. They are my gift to my little one. Touch his
family or friends...and I will show you the error of your ways. The same goes
for all of you.”
“My Lord.” The Dark chorused, all bowing their heads as one. Harry huffed and
glared.
“Ah yes… the Tonks family is exempt as well. Touch and know pain. Content, my
little one?”
“Yes, my Lord.” Harry responded, using the title to see blood red eyes glow
with pleasure. He sheathed his wand and laughed when the Dark Lord reached out
and pulled him into his arms. Harry tipped his face up as the Death Eaters
closed ranks around their Lord. Voldemort brushed his fingers across Harry’s
lips. Harry shivered.
“Go, little one. Tell your family. Lucius? Guard his back.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Harry stepped out of the Dark Lord’s arms and walked towards Remus. He watched
as the werewolf tensed slightly and glared at the blond. “Remy?”
“You bargained, didn’t you? You bargained yourself, for us. Oh Cub.” Remus
stepped forward and gently wrapped Harry in a hug, pointedly ignoring the Death
Eater that hovered at Harry’s shoulder. Harry leaned into the embrace,
returning it.
“Harry?” Hermione’s voice reached him and he turned his head.
“He was Nic. Wasn’t he? He’s the reason you’ve been happy.”
Harry nodded. She reached out a careful hand, pointedly ignoring the way the
elder Malfoy tensed.
“I’m with you then. Give me some time to work on Ron?”
Harry nodded and then stepped out of Remus’ embrace. He smothered his grin when
Lucius stepped easily out of his path. He walked up to Severus, whose eyes were
shocked. Harry tipped his head slightly.
“Professor? Thank you.” Harry met the other man’s eyes as he said the words. He
felt the brief brush of Snape’s mind against his own and let the knowledge of
the parseltongue hidden words flow across his mind. The man blinked in shock
and then bowed his head.
Harry just looked at Neville who was listening to Luna. When the Gryffindor
looked up, he nodded politely. Harry looked to Luna and she just smiled. Harry
watched Neville pale and Severus swallow.
Cool hands pulled him back against dark robes. He leaned into the touch and
then cursed as he fell the pull of a portkey yank behind his navel. He turned
his head and glared at the Dark Lord.
 
* * *
Harry stumbled on landing, twisting around to keep from falling and still
ending up on his knees. He shook his head slightly and glared up at the man
that seemed to have merely glided from one room to another instead of having
been transported what had to have been a vast distance. He looked around and
blinked. They were in a garden of some sort.
“Walk with me, Harry.”
Harry pushed to his feet, brushing off his robe without thinking about it. He
blinked when the Dark Lord reached out and twined their fingers together. The
Dark Lord glided while Harry walked. Harry startled when something shrilled and
screamed. His wand flashed up and his head swiveled.
“Peace, little one. Just one of Lucius’ vain birds. Look, there, between the
hedges.” The man lifted a pale hand and pointed. Harry’s wand leveled on the
bird before he flushed and lowered his hand, sheathing it.
Harry blinked when the bird suddenly went stiff and then waddled over towards
them. Harry blinked. The bird was pure white. He hitched in a surprised breath
when the bird’s tail fanned out in showy display.
“Wow.”
“Lucius has several wandering the grounds. I thought you might want a better
look at the bird.”
“Wait… did you just wandlessly and wordlessly imperio a peacock?”
The Dark Lord merely looked at him. Harry grinned and shook his head. He
reached out an inquisitive hand and brushed a finger across the tail. The bird
preened and plucked a tail feather loose before it dropped it in Harry’s hand
and then wandered off.
Harry stroked the feather and then blinked when the Dark Lord tugged his hand
and led him into an alcove. The white plume bobbed in Harry’s free hand as he
was pulled along.
The Dark Lord lifted his free hand and Harry felt barriers ripple into place.
He shivered and flushed. “My little one.”
“My Lord?” Harry breathed, he glanced around. Even in the shadows he could see
that there was a narrow stone bench tucked into a screen of lilac bushes that
perfumed the night air.
“You gave me my victory. I think I’m going to enjoy celebrating it. Strip.”
Harry reached for his robe and peeled it off, dropping it over the bench. He
toed off his trainers and then stepped into the cool grass. He wiggled socked
feet into the grass and paused, realizing that the Dark Lord had just licked
his lips, serpentine tongue flicking out, points sliding in opposite
directions. He shivered and fumbled for his trouser fastenings.
“Ah… how… delectable.”
Harry swallowed and left off the trousers, instead struggling to pry off the
shirt. He got it off and skewed his glasses in the process. He dropped the
shirt and gasped when cool hands suddenly glided up his spine and then a hand
splayed out on his upper back and pushed him forward. He braced his hands on
the cool stone of the bench.
Cool fingers traced down his spine and dipped into his trousers. Harry hissed
and arched away from the chill. Voldemort chuckled and suddenly was much
closer. Harry shifted as he felt the man press his hips against his trouser-
covered backside.
Pale hands slid down his ribs and then around. A few deft flicks of talented
fingers and the trousers were pooling into the grass. Harry stepped out of them
with little thought, keeping his hands braced on the bench. He whimpered when a
knee gently nudged his legs further apart.
“God… what if somebody… sees?” The idea bloomed suddenly and horrifying in his
mind.
“Then they are crucio’d within an inch of their lives for interrupting.”
“Voldemort.” Harry scolded even as fingers stroked up and down his pants
covered arse. He hissed a wordless sound of shock when a finger probed gently.
“My little one. They won’t even hint if they do.” Teeth nipped along the back
of Harry’s neck. Harry moaned. Fingers traced across his back and then slid
under the elastic. He jolted as his pants were slid down.
“Shite.”
“Mine.” The Dark Lord breathed, soft click of glass against stone only mildly
of interest to Harry as something slick slipped over his opening. He shuddered.
Teeth nipped his shoulder and then that tongue traced and played.
“Yours. Ooh. Nng. God.”
Harry arched into the touch as the first finger opened his body. He bowed his
head and bit his lip. He shifted slightly back against the probing finger and
hissed at a gentle hand reached around and started to tug gently along
interested flesh.
He gasped when a second slick finger was added. “Shh, easy little one. Soon.
Soon”
“Now. Now.” Harry panted. Voldemort groaned and spelled his buttons open. He
coated himself with a quick hand  He then leaned forward and pressed himself
into his lover, letting Harry shift slightly.
Harry groaned when the Dark Lord sank partially into him and then withdrew to
repeat the process. He squirmed slightly and was rewarded with a cool hand
gripping his hips, nails scraping lightly, causing goose bumps to rise.
Harry keened when Voldemort bit down on his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Harry arched into the teeth, body feeling far too hot. He rubbed blindly back
against the Dark Lord, wanting the man deeper already.
“So good..So, so good, Harry.”
“God. God. Now, please. Please.” The Dark Lord rolled his hips. Harry’s fingers
clenched onto the stone of the bench. He whimpered when the hand that had been
wrapped around his need was withdrawn.
“So, little one… do you think I  get you to come just from this?” He flexed his
hips, withdrew and then sank back in. He did it again, making Harry whimper and
nod frantically. Harry jumped when something brushed against his nipples. He
looked down and gasped. The feather the Dark Lord had made the peacock offer up
was brushing back and forth against his nipples.
“Oh… god….nng. Yes. Yes. Soo… good.”
The Dark Lord lapped at the welling blood and rocked his hips forward and back.
He blew across the wound and hissed when Harry shivered.Harry gasped when the
feather slid up and down his body, trailing and teasing. His fingers bit down
on stone.
“Mine.”
"Yours. God. Ooh.” Harry lifted his head and moaned when the Dark Lord shifted
his angle slightly. Harry briefly entertained the idea of becoming a pile of
goo as Voldemort dragged his hips back and buried himself deeply, pace suddenly
frantic.
Teeth found his shoulder again and Harry arched under the triple caress of pain
from the bite, the feeling of fullness and the whisper of the feather against
his nipples. He came with a scream, body clamping down on the Dark Lord,
triggering the man’s own release.
Harry blinked and shook his head. “Wow. We have got to try that again…. so…
wow.”
“You liked it then, my little one?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Good. Very, very good. I’m certain Lucius wouldn’t mind the fact we’ve
borrowed his grounds… do you, Lucius?”
“Nnn...no my Lord. It was my family’s pleasure.” The man in question breathed
out. Harry flushed brilliant red and squeaked. He burrowed into the Dark Lord’s
robes, mentally calling Lucius every filthy word he could come up with.
The Dark Lord chuckled into his hair. “He knows better than to say anything,
little one. Nothing occurred here tonight other than a leisurely stroll to
celebrate the fact the Dark won. Correct, Lucius?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Good. Crucio.” The Dark Lord hissed as he spelled Harry’s clothing back onto
him. He watched Lucius writhe for a few moments and then gathered his lover
close and glided from the alcove, leaving the Malfoy Lord gasping in pain under
the sweet scent of lilacs.
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