THE DARK CONSPIRACY (M; ROMANCE/MYSTERY; SS/HP; HARRY POTTER)
Summary:see Prologue
Disclaimer: see Prologue
Warnings: see Prologue.
Legend: "Dialogue/ Speech" 'Thoughts' Flashback Notes
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A/N: This is part of my 'Great WIP Update of 2014. As you can see it has been a while since I've touched this particular story so, I can safely say that my writing style has changed. You be the judge if it was for the better or not. Enjoy and don't forget to review! –C.
P.S. Feel free to re-read the earlier chapters and make suggestions for a re-write for them as well.
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The Dark Conspiracy
By: C.M. Oliver
© 2014
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CHAPTER 46: Midnight
The ritual at midnight was not to be a simple mating, no –there was more at stake.
The head of a vampire clan usually mates with two or more of his kind to amass enough power and clout amongst his brethren and rarely does it happen that a sole mate is to be taken.
Argen was a very powerful vampire and given normal circumstances, he would have needed at least three mates to match his prowess and anchor his primal desires and instincts. But tonight, he would only need one very powerful mate –one he had been waiting for –for centuries. Theoretically, the head of the Sangres was supposed to be around 400 years old, but physically, he maintains a body of a man in his late thirties –a man at the prime of his life.
Argen stood in front of the door leading to the prepared chambers, ten minutes before midnight with a small smile on his face. 'Tonight, I shall become what no creature had been able to achieve in history.'
He reached for the ornate-looking doorknob.
'Who needs the Airborne Serum? They will all bow down to my sheer power.'
The door creaked open. Argen's smile widened.
'After tonight, everything will be mine.'
He closed the door behind him and approached the middle of the candle-lit room where a prone figure lay among black satin sheets. Argen felt his carnal instincts flood with desire. His eyes burned scarlet as he neared the figure on the bed.
'Custos, finally… you and the power you wield shall be mine…'
With a swift move, Argen undressed himself and mounted Custos' still slumbering form.
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At the stroke of midnight, Harry Potter, a.k.a. Juven Salvatore, mate and bonded of one Severus Snape, a.k.a. Custos, had his head cradled in the arms of one of his best friends, Ronald. Ron's wife Hermione was standing over the pair, biting her lip as she tipped the small vial of potion she held in her steady hand into the unconscious man's slightly parted mouth. Behind her stood Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, his blonde hair looking more disheveled than ever. His clammy hands were being held by George Weasley, part owner of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and Ron's older brother.
Such was the tableau that greeted Harry's emerald eyes as soon as they had opened, 15 seconds after midnight. His face went from mild surprise (upon seeing Ron), relief (upon seeing Hermione) and amusement (upon seeing Draco and George's clasped appendages),
"What did I miss?"
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Elsewhere, Severus was also stirring, his mind immediately whirring into action. But what his obsidian eyes saw first after flickering open was the least he had expected.
"What –on earth did just happen?"
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"Custos," Argen whispered, caressing the man's pale cheek. He had just finished claiming the dark-haired vampire and felt his wizard magic seeping into hi own vampire body. The ritual had been completed, 15 seconds after the stroke of midnight.
"Sire?" The childe had a look of subtle bewilderment in his onyx eyes that Argen did not fail to notice. Custos was now a full-vampire, therefore his thoughts were now an open book to Argen. "Arise, my childe and mate. Today we begin to take over the world." The blonde Sire laughed, robed himself and turned his back on his till-recovering mate. The power transfer had been an immaculate experience for Argen and now, he could not wait to try it out, first hand.
"Hurry, Custos, you shall be by my side once the Ministry falls at my feet."
Custos was still rousing from his sleep but he had managed to stand up immediately and dress himself after his Sire had turned his back. A small smile graced his thin lips.
"Of course, Sire. I shall be beside you when it all starts to fall."
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Harry was rubbing the back of his neck. He had spent the first fifteen minutes of his 'resurrection' listening to his friends bicker back and forth as they updated him on the things he had missed. Hermione handed him a strong cup of tea as he watched Ron and Draco argue.
"It has to be just right before Minister Bones takes her spot, Weasel –or they will be alerted that something is off –"
"Precisely my point, Ferret! If only you'd take time to take that stick out of your –"
"What you are suggesting is the dumbest idea I've ever –"
"Well, I don't trust you –"
"Ditto. For all we know, you could be the spy!"
"Me? What about you?"
"What made you think that –"
"Blue-eyed mole! I think that about says it all!"
"Why you –"
"STOP!" Harry sighed. "Malfoy –Draco, Ron isn't the spy. Ron, it isn't Draco either, okay?"
"How can you be sure?" Ron and Draco asked at the same time. Hermione and George were looking at him too, expectant. The emerald-eyed man pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I have an idea of who it could be. But we must plan accordingly."
"Who?" Draco demanded. "Who is the damned blue-eyed mole?" Harry stared at him before smiling softly.
"On the contrary, Draco, our mole does not even have real blue eyes."
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A raven flew into the window of a dimmed room where a man waited in the shadows. His eyes were shifty and uncharacteristically bright. He approached the carrier bird warily and unloaded it of its burden.
The message was short.
Your payment awaits behind the bank –after the Minister's speech. It was nice doing business with you.
It was not signed.
The man dropped the note onto the floor and casted a low-powered 'Incendio'. He then used his boot-clad foot to pulverize the ashes. Tonight, he shall finally get what he'd always wanted.
Revenge.
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"Please –there has been an accident!"
"Sir, our rules are strict –we do not treat half-breeds in our facility –especially not half-vampires!"
"But –but my wife –she's a Potions Mistress –she's a witch too! Please, my daughter is only eight and alone at home! Please, Madame Healer! Just take a look at her! Money is of no object –"
"Sir, you must understand that laws are laws! Your wife is a danger to the other patients! We cannot allow her to be treated here at St. Mungo's. Go find a private Healer –"
"But no one will see to her! Please, there must be some other way –"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'd rather not lose my license –NEXT!"
"No!"
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"Daddy? Where did mummy go?"
"I'm sorry, dear. But mummy went away –somewhere we can't go."
"Did she not love me anymore?"
"Of course she loved you, child."
"Was my mommy evil like those healers said?"
"No. Never think about that of your mother. She was the kindest, most loving being I've ever met."
"Even nicer than the Bumble-Fuzwuzzes?"
"Yes, Luna. Even nicer than them."
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"I will be of use to you."
"How? You are merely a wizard. We do not deal with your kind."
"My beloved –she –she was part your kind. She had suffered among the hands of mine. I want revenge."
"It won't be easy."
"I know."
"You will be going up against your Savior, the man they call Salvatore."
"It –it doesn't matter."
"I heard he was a friend of your daughter."
"It doesn't matter. My daughter died fighting for him. He owes her."
"Very well. But if you fail-"
"I will not."
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-END OF CHAPTER 46-
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End A/N: There you go, a short reintroduction to this story. What do you think? Up Next: Chapter 47 – At Diagon Alley –Minister Bones makes her speech. Our blue-eyed mole comes to collect. And more surprises - Don't miss it! By the way, you can also check me and my stuff out at:
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Until next time! Love, C.
P.S. Updates for this story will depend on reader demand. I am writing the succeeding chapters as I go along.