Harry Potter and The Shadowed Light

Part two

Marvolo signed and rubbed at the ever-growing headache he had developed since he had started to read the documents gathered by Lucius and Severus. He had started with their reports on his supporters, hoping that like Lucius, most would have be smart enough to keep themselves free and out of jail, yet it seemed that many of his faithful had not had the Malfoy lords keen sense. Only a small handful of his skilled followers remained free and even fewer of those had recovered their positions within society. Sighing once more, he snapped his fingers to summon an elf.

"Master Dark Lord Sir called for an Elfie." A young elf squeaked, physically shaking in terror when it looked at him.

Eye twitching at the sound of the high pitch squeak, Marvolo fought to keep his temper. His control over himself and his emotions was getting better by the day, yet he found that when he was annoyed, he was quick to take action without thought. Like now, his wand was already in his hand and pointing at the creature on reflex, causing its eyes to widen impossibly further and its shaking to double. Reluctantly slipping it away, he turned and faced the window, clenching his fist as he felt the hum of his magic die back down.

"I require a headache reliever and a pot of tea," he said briskly, as his magic settled itself.

The elf squeaked and popped away, mumbling 'yes sirs,' and 'right away, sirs' almost incoherently under its breath.

Placing the documents on the desk he stood and walked to the window allowing the summer breeze to caress him for a moment. He had so much to fix and get back on track before he could even think about making a move towards his goals, most significantly himself.

Hearing a pop, he turned and saw the tea and potion had been placed on a table and left for him. Turning away from the breeze he moved and picked up the potion. Allowing his magic out to test it before opening the vial and sniffing it, one couldn't be too cautious. Finding nothing wrong he downed the vial, letting out a hissed breath when the throbbing in his head slowly dissipated.

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The British Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones' office

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Amelia grimaced as she fought the pounding headache that was rapidly building in her temple as she read the mess masquerading as a report in front of her. A raid. An illegal raid. On the home of a Lord- but not just any Lord; No, the recently acquitted and shockingly powerful Lord Black. Great.

She had been shocked when she received Sirius' Patronus, telling her about the raid after it had been done. She hadn't known about or authorized it; she certainly wouldn't have allowed it. This was the 4th raid on 'dark families' in the last few months that had occurred without her authority and she wasn't impressed. No, she would get to the bottom of this.

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July 31st, 1992, Malfoy manor, Wiltshire, England

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Stepping from the green tinted flames, Harry allowed his eyes to roam briefly before they landed on the impeccable figure of his mate. Their separation, although it hadn't been long, had been harder on him than he had anticipated. Seeing him standing there, Harry allowed is magic to flare slightly and sighed in contentment when he felt Marvolo's own magic rise within him and flash to meet his. The combination was intoxicating, and to Harry it felt like coming home.

Entering the room properly Harry noted it wasn't the usual receiving room he had entered.

Seeing the confusion on his mate's face, Marvolo answered the unasked question.