Sidhe Rising ch 26 NaNO 2007 WARNING

Well I had this mostly finished last night and now that I am home and stuffed full of food I finished Nevilles scene so it is ready to post

Warning

yucky mention of girl to girl contact (Hey I am a gay male)

Some fondling of prisoners

the funeral march for a certain character we all love to hate

thats all I can think of at the moment


here it is



Harry was slightly surprised when the twins told him their parents were not outraged over what he had done to Ginny, he was on the way to meet them per their request before heading to breakfast when he came across Luna walking down the hall holding a leash, a leash that was connected to the red head in question trailing behind, being pulled by the strong metal collar attached to her neck. Luna spotting Harry stopped and curtsied, “your Majesty, I must thank you for the wonderful gift you have given me,” leaning forward as if telling a great secret she whispered, “she makes the most interesting noises when I pet her naughty bits, why I have to apply extra silencing charms to the curtains so as not to wake my dorm mates at night.”


Gazing along the corridor as if watching some unseen creature Luna blinked before returning to the here and now, “Now if I can only find a boy to join in, one on the large size, she is very small and tight down there,” shaking her head she pulled the leash bringing Ginny closer, “it was so hard to determine with her not applying the proper hair removal charms, but we soon fixed that, “Luna smiled as if lost in a dream, blinking once more, “would you like to see?” she started to pull up Ginny’s robe front for Harry only stopping when he told her no.


“Pity…well it’s been a whole half hour since I made her scream and with the empty classroom around the corner…I will have to beg your majesties forgiveness,” Luna told him dreamily as she started to walk away dragging the silent girl behind her, eyes like that of a caged animal, “but if you find a boy on the large size…or maybe one that does not mind enlargement charms send them my way.”


Harry chuckled as the strange girl walked away at times dragging her new pet, he had to wonder how long it would be before she found a nice boy on the large size to join in her fun, Ginny would not enjoy it as the only thing the fey liked more than blood or sex was if you mixed them both together a the same time…and hey what’s a little pain between bed partners was their way of thinking.


Lost in thought Harry walked into the infirmary expecting to see the Weasley’s but a quick glance around the room they were no where in sight, frowning he made his way past the only filled bed that housed his former so called friend and looked inside the matrons office, not finding even her in attendance Harry was quick to open his senses fully searching the area for any hidden traps or people.


To an outside observer it looked like Harry had just opened the door to the nurses office and then all of a sudden he sprang into action balls of light sprang from his hands as he twisted around in a circle quickly in the space between breaths.


Stopping and glancing around in the direction of the thuds Harry sensed the disillusion charms around the stunned ambushes and with his mind unraveled the charm hiding them from sight, walking around the first thing he noticed was that one of them was Snape, and he had five others he had never seen in Hogwarts before even thought they looked to be around nineteen or twenty.


Waving his hand in a sweeping motion the six were soon levitated and deposited on the open beds across from the Granger girl, knowing that she would be unconscious for another month or two depending on who well the Medi-witch was able to slow down the unraveling of the girls magical core, though in the end it would not matter, nothing they did would keep her magical. Attention now back on the six who were waiting in ambush Harry willed the robes on the six to disappear and just for safeties sake he added some restraints to the mix securing each of them to their respective bed with thick metal bands.


Moving to Snape’s bed Harry double checked that the dark mark was indeed on the man’s forearm before silencing the man’s voice and waking him, staring into the hate filled gaze Harry smirked, “Don’t bother, I have no use for you or hearing the hate filled diatribe directed my way,” running his finger along the check of his most hated professor Harry sent a slight bit of power along the touch causing Snape to feel pain akin to the Cruciatus.


Severus felt fear for the first time as he gazed up into the eyes of Potter and noticed that his eyes were tri-colored, all the years of torment he had heaped upon the boy was about to be paid back in full, not about to go down without a fight he gathered his magic and prepared to attack the others mind in the hopes of distracting him long enough to escape, he had to tell his lord that the Unseelie had returned and Potter was one of them. Making eye contact once more Severus thrust with all the power of his mind, attacking the other only to have his own mind captured. Screaming without sound his vocal cords started to break from the intensity of his screams before Harry broke the gaze, he had learned what he wished.


Hand glowing and hovering above the potion masters face Harry released the restrains as his hand made contact with Snape’s skin, “Severus Snape for crimes against mortals and magic I condemn you,” Harry’s hand touched Snape’s face causing the other to curl up in pain as his bones broke and he seemed to melt as what was on the inside made its way to the outside, all to soon where once the professor lay, lay a quivering mass of internal organs, pulsing to the beat of the heart prominent on top of the mass, Harry had consciously invoked the hand of flesh as punishment.


Walking away from the bed Harry moved to the next and with a wave of his hand all the remaining captives were swiftly de-clothed and he saw two of them were marked, those could be handed over to his cousin he thought as he moved to the first of the unmarked ones and fondling the teen and getting a slow rise out of him released him and woke him up, capturing the youths eyes with his own Harry quickly found that he was a willing participant in the ambush and had planned to take the mark as soon as the mission to teach the professors that their school could be invaded at any time was sent, that they got to torture a few Mudbloods was a bonus to this teens way of thinking. Breaking his gaze Harry silenced him and moved to the next bed where he repeated his steps to the same conclusion.


At least two of them are not marked Harry thought as he moved to the last bed and stared at the teen, he was quite stunning, actually he thought as he gazed at the other four silenced teens that were carefully watching his every movement, this one was quite captivating, seeing that he too was unmarked Harry spent a moment more than the others fondling this one to complete hardness, he smiled very fertile he thought and impressive.


Madam Pomfrey finished with breakfast walked into her infirmary noticing right away that six of the beds were occupied and…what in Merlin’s name was he doing to that boy…was he …”Mr. Potter what the bloody hell do you think you are doing…STOP THAT this instant,” the horrified nurse screamed out.


Lazily still stroking the youth Harry looked up and sneered at the prudish witch, “Checking to see if he is fertile of course,” he told her as he released the straining erection that was leaking like someone had turned on a faucet.


“I will not stand for your treatment of our students like his Mr. Potter, no matter who you are,” Poppy started her rant intent of stopping this, this…


“Well it is a good thing they are not students then isn’t it,” Harry told her as he pointed to the fist two beds, “Those two are marked death eaters, I really could care less were they went to school,” pointing to the next two, “Those two are in the processing of earning their marks, they were brought in by Snape to torture some of the students,” glaring at her, “The same students that you assumed they were, both nineteen and graduates of Durmstrong,” tracing the outline of the erect nipple belonging to the stunning lad underneath his hand, “Shall we find out about this delicious little morsel.”


Feeding a burst of magic into the teen through his finger as soon as the young man’s eyes opened he captured his gaze and his mind and started to search for answers, ‘MMM twenty one, certainly does not look it…” Harry mumbled out loud as he searched for answers, hmm this one was not as open and closed as the others he would have to think about it, and try not to let his lust for this one do the decision making, though a child for his cousin by him and this one would be…


Poppy shocked and outraged over what was happening in her infirmary, this was a place of healing not some cheap bordello, fuming she stalked to the first bed wand drawn to at least cover the indecent scene when she caught sight of the pulsing mass move, “What in Merlin’s name is this,” she yelled out in shock as she started casting diagnostic charm after diagnostic charm with a few stabilizing spells thrown in.


Looking towards her absentmindedly, “Oh that’s Professor Snape, or the new improved version,” Harry walked towards the outer wall intent on following the tendrils of energy coursing around the place now let’s see who is around this morning. Letting his senses ride the current of energy embedded in all the portraits that the headmaster of the school would use to spy on the students and staff Harry saw that Aaron was the closest and whispering through the portrait asked him to come to the infirmary.


Aaron jumped as the portrait he was passing spoke to him, he was used to by now the moving around and chatting the things did, but for it to pass on a message that his King wished him to make his way to the infirmary so he could talk with him, it surprised him that they could be used in such a way. A scant five minutes later he ran into the infirmary right behind that old grey bearded manipulator. Keeping an eye on the old man who was making his way to the nurse who was busy doing something to that pile of…whoa hold on he thought his majesty had used one of his hands of power on someone, “I have come as ordered my King.”


“Thank you for coming so quickly Aaron I have a small task for you,” Harry told him as he created a long chain to hook the captives with, looking down at the row of beds that held his ambushers Harry modified the restraints so that they were no longer part of the bed and levitating the chain between them connected the four to the long chain, “Throw the two marked ones into one of the cells until they can be delivered to my cousin, the two unmarked ones are to be turned into Thralls, you choose one and hand the other over to Jesse or Kevin as they are mates, tell them to have fun and if they need any help turning him into a Brooder for breeding to let me know and I will walk them through it, this one,” Harry told him as he petted the head of the youth, “this one keep separate…as I am not sure what to do with him yet.”


Aaron bowed his head as he reached down and helped ht youth to his feet, once he was standing he tagged him with a bit of his magic and grabbed the offered chain and tugged the others to their feet, “As his Majesty commands,” before escorting them towards the infirmary door so he could take them through the mirror gateway in Harry’s tower.


Albus turned and frowning as he saw the youngsters being led away moved over to confront Harry, “Harry I must really insist that you bring back those young men and release them, I fear without their help we will not be able to reverse what was done to poor Severus.”


Harry turned slowly and glared at the headmaster, “I have not given you permission to be so informal with me headmaster, refrain from doing so lest I become very angry. And as far as those young men as you call them, they are on their way to the Sithen where they will be put to good use for their crimes against mortals and magic.” staring at the other until he turned away first Harry looked back towards the pulsing mass that was the potions professor, “we do not need them to know what happened to Snape…I know very well what happened to him, and as far as reversing it…it cannot be reversed, he will remain that way until the magic within him dies or someone takes mercy and kills him.”


Albus took a few steps back in shock, Harry had grown so hard and callus where others were concerned it seemed, he really was starting to fear for the others very soul if he did not embrace the light. As he stared into the gold, green, and silver eyes it did not really set in that he was dealing with some one that aw sot human and had a totally different cultural viewpoint when dealing with things. The same mistake Hermione made by assigning human wants, needs and emotions onto other races he was doing towards Harry and he did not see it, “Professor Snape, Harry one must address him with his title after all.”


Shaking his head in disgust Harry looked towards the mass and smiled, “Professor is a term of respect given to one who teaches, all Snape ever did was to belittle everyone but his precious Slytherin’s.” Glare full of hate, “Putting a recipe on the board and refusing to do anything but belittle and make fun of the students instead of explaining and helping them is not being a professor.” Sneering he continued to berate the headmaster, “besides he is a death eater and deserves everything that happens to him for his crimes.”


“I trust Professor Snape, he is a spy on our side and provides valuable information for the light,” Albus tried to get his point across, he had to get Harry to see reason.


“Spy…maybe he is but it is not for you Headmaster, when was the last time you were in his head and examined his memories…oh that’s right you only barge into others thoughts not the ones you should be verifying they are on your side.” Harry started to walk towards the bed with the mass that was once human and pointed, “Well here’s your chance headmaster, he has no defenses and you will see that the whole spying for the light was a ruse set up by Tom long ago. I don’t know why you trust him on his word alone, but I can tell you truthfully it is trust mistakenly placed.”


”The things he still does to this day to young children…some of them Hogwarts students is enough to sentence him to death, just because you have a use for him and you think he is on your side you will protect him so he is free to continue his predations as he sees fit.” Pointing at the exposed brain on the mass Harry spit out, “he has spent the past several days inventing a new potion to purge Voldermort of the blood he used to create a new body…seems my blood was very poisonous to him and was killing him slowly. As he had to create this potion from scratch, not form a recipe he could have failed or even botched it thus hastening the death of Voldemort…but no the loyal death eater did his best and in the process not only did he get to slowly torture a young muggle boy, but he was able to have his way with the ones not chosen…and they were not still breathing when he was finished.”


Harry huffed in annoyance as he was tired of trying to reason with the headmaster who refused to see the darkness and evil in his potions master, but was so quick to jump to conclusions where he was concerned, “you headmaster are a hypocrite and I tire of trying to convince you of the truth,” he started to walk out of the infirmary, “Neville is close to achieving the title of Shaman, he could verify any potion that thing created is possible, maybe you will believe someone other than me telling you how evil that thing is.”


Albus stared at the young man as he walked out of the infirmary truly shocked, he was not a hypocrite…he really wasn’t…was he.


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Neville was happily reading the letter his Gran had forwarded on from the daughter of the Shaman for the Sicangu Oyate, he also had three other sons powerful enough to take his place as Shaman when the time came. He liked what he was reading so far of the young lady, Running Bird, she sounded just what he was looking for in someone to date, she was smart, loved plants and had a strong interest in healing, she also had an older brother that was a two spirits, whatever that was, and most of all she was magically powerful and very pretty to look at by the photo that was included. Nearing the end of the letter his Gran told him that she would be sending a war eagle with an introductory letter as she to liked what she had been told so far by her father about Neville and now it was up to the two of them to take the next step.


Last time he talked to Harry about the whole long distance get to know each other thing he had told him he wished there was a way they could see each other as they talked instead of letters, to see if there was a connection before going to the trouble of inviting her over for an actual face to face weekend to see if they were truly compatible. That is when Harry left him for a moment and went into the house and after a few minutes came out with a set of mirrors, communication mirror that only allowed conversation. He was carrying both of them on him so that when Running Bird’s eagle did show up he would be able to give it the mirror and letter he had agonized over to make sure it was what he wanted to say.


Albus was a shaken man, the things he had seen when he finally broke down and let his curiosity let him look into Severus mind, all to refute what Harry had told him of course, he had pulled out of Severus’s twisted mind before getting the list of ingredients that were used to create the potion to repair the damage done by the use of Harry’s blood. And the thing is now he knew the ritual used to bring Tom a new body and it was useless, without the connection Harry might still be able to defeat Tom, but it would not be by Tom killing Harry and taking himself along with the Potter boy. There was too much of a difference in ages between them for it to go otherwise, or that was what he had always thought.


Seeing the Longbottom child near the end of the Gryffindor table Albus walked over and sat down across from him and when the boy did not look up from his letter he cleared his throat to gain the lads attention, once Neville looked up at him “Neville, Harry told me that you would be able to help me out with this troubling potions conundrum, I have a partial recipe of a potion that Voldemort used to heal himself the other day and I was wondering if you can verify some of the ingredients for me?”


Looking at the headmaster Neville slowly nodded not about to say anything but, “I will consider it sir.”


Twinkling and putting on his best grandfatherly smile Albus practically beamed his delight, “Fine my boy, what I need is to come up with a potion that would mimic the effects of what we think Voldemort used. He needed a way to replace all his blood and anything related to Harry that he used in the creation of a new body for himself at the end of last term,” pulling a parchment and quill out he prepared to copy down the ingredients and hopefully instructions if he worded it right. “I do know two of the ingredient used with absolute certainty. One was immature mandrake, lower half only and the other was Epimedium grandiflorum. Do you think you can create a potion that would do what was described using those two ingredients?”


Closing his eyes Neville got lost in thoughts as he brewed the potion in his mind, all the while mumbling out loud. Halfway throughout eh recipe he opened his eyes in shock as he realized the last two vital ingredients that would be needed to ensure the DNA change the potions was about to force on the person took place. Letting his gaze fall onto the headmasters eager face as he scribbled madly on his parchment Neville realized that he was being used, and he was not sure why, looking around the hall he caught Alex’s eyes and motioned for him to come over, knowing that he would need the other to be able to call up an oath hound.


Missing the motioning done be Neville Albus looked up know that he had caught up with the instructions and instead of the thoughtful look he expected he saw a harsh cold glare directed his way. He was not used to being glared at like this from students that he went to for help, most felt honored that he wanted their help and looked at him with awe. Turning his twinkling all knowing look towards the glaring boy, “Is there something wrong Neville, do you need to change something or think further on the potion?”


“Why do you want this potion again professor?” Neville was a little colder than he intended but the last two ingredients needed were foul in his opinion, just downright evil.


Placing an all knowing smile on his face Albus leaned forward, “I believe Voldemort used this potion in the hopes to rebuild his body and if we knew what he had done we could then find a way to undo it, or at least that is my hope.”


With a fierce and determined look Neville turned to Alex, “I need the services of an oath hound huntsman before I can give the last two ingredients.”


Listening in on the conversation near the end and knowing how untrustworthy the headmaster was Alex nodded his head and reached out into the swirl of unseen energy that constantly surrounded him that smelt like canine and touched a strand summoning one of his puppies to his side.


“Mr. Longbottom I can assure you that I only have the best interests of the light in mind by asking for you to do this, I would never do anything not for the good of the light,” Albus started to assure him as a huge white eared dog seemed to flow out of nowhere and place its front paws on the table and stare at him intensely…very intensely this was not normal dog.


“Your vow headmaster…your vow not to make this potion, this thing is hideous and a monstrous use of life giving potions.” Neville hissed out as he demanded the other to comply.


“Why of course Neville, you have my word I will not make this potion, after all I do not fear the next great adventure.” Albus told him twinkling madly all the while the huge hound was glaring at him not blinking.


Running Bird’s eagle had arrived just at the start of the conversation and roosting in the rafters watched the scene for her mistress, she had a letter to deliver, but she wished to know that her human was being matched up with one of power.


In the back of his mind the headmasters vow was being gone over, something did not sit right, “the next ingredient would be the human testes of a child just touched by puberty but not affected by it, the testes would be crushed into a paste while still connected to the boy and then added and stirred in and allowed to simmer for two hours before the child would have his vein opened and his blood added to the potion until he had bleed out. The potion then would…” Neville stopped as he was watching the oath hound as the description was nauseating, he saw the hounds ears go from pristine white to pinkish tinged.


With a roar of rage Neville stood up wand at the ready and physically picked up the heave table and threw it out of his way, “Oath breaker…you dare break your oath to me…you would dare have this potion made…” the parchment did not survive Neville’s rage filled thought as he pointed it in its direction. Gripping his wand Neville felt the magic rise within him as his rage wanted an outlet and all he wanted was to be able to extend his reach so he could club the headmaster who was scrambling away from him on all fours, his wand drew more and more of the excess magic until it started to change. It quickly thickened and grew longer into a respectable staff, vines grew around the outside and giving into his rage he gripped it with both hands and using it like a bat smacked the headmaster across the face and threw him across the floor.


Pointing his finger at the oath hound Neville spat out, “his ears were pure white, now they are pink meaning you intend to break your vow…OATH BREAKER…” Neville prepared to hit him again with his new staff.


Picking himself off the floor and cringing at the enraged teen that was stalking towards him Albus cried out, “I have never broken my vow before and do not intend to start now…” then he faltered as the hound started to bay in eagerness and glancing over he saw the ears on the beast turn blood red.


Alex who was at the other side of the hall talking to the charms professor twirled around at the sound of the crash and then froze as the hound let out the bay of the hunt, taking in the enraged Shaman and the scrambling headmaster Alex looked to his puppy and saw the ears looked like they were weeping blood. Tossing his head back he bayed, he bayed to call the Wild Hunt to one who had oath sworn and then broke their oath, and his voice carried out over the stillness of the hall, “Albus Dumbledore, you who have sworn and then forsaken the vow have until sundown before the Wild Hunt claims your soul as theirs.”


Getting to his feet Albus rushed out of reach of the formidable staff from the Longbottom boy, “You can’t do this I have information that I have yet to divulge to your King, information he will need to win this war against the dark…I need time to tell him these things…to show him what he needs to know,” he pleaded…seeing no mercy in the eyes of the Sidhe he turned to Neville, ‘Neville, please think of the greater good, Harry would not want this…think of what you are about to do…”


Thumping the end of his wand turned staff to the floor Neville glared in hate at the man, “I know that you swore an oath you did not intend to keep and then lied on top of it,” turning away to see if anyone was injured when he threw the table and not seeing anyone he felt a bit of relief, “your right in one thing…Harry would want to kill you with his own hands for what you have done to him over the years.” Looking over his shoulder Neville glanced up at the sound of the eagle cry that reverberated throughout the hall, “If you’re lucky when you go to quickly explain what you should have told Harry years ago he will kill you before sundown and save you being ripped to shreds and your soul destroyed,” raising his arm for the eagle to land on Neville petted the chest of the regal bird before using his free hand to untie the letter.


Encouraging the eagle to shift to his shoulder Neville made sure it had a firm grip before slowly striding from the great hall, as he reached the doors his voice carried back to all those inside, “Personally my galleons are eon the hounds catching you before midnight.”