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Chapter Thirty - Two Sides of the Same Coin

Things were going slower than he had planned and he didn't like it. One would think that the increased number and calibre of death eaters he now had would push things along but that was not happening, and it was frustrating. For Merlin's sake, even Malfoy could not do something as simple as finding a way to get a hold of his son.

Lucius may be oblivious about his son, but Voldemort was not. The boy was more beautiful than anything else he had ever wanted to possess, but beauty was not all that the boy was made of. There was something about him that he could not put a finger on and it was driving him insane.

It was the first time he laid eyes on the boy after his resurrection that Voldemort first felt like he was forgetting something important. It was a persistent feeling that would not go away and one that grew stronger every time he saw the young Malfoy over the summer holidays. If he did not know that his 'death' at the hands of Potter all those years ago had caused some of his memories to become fuzzy, he would have suspected that someone had somehow obliviated him without his notice which would explain the deja vu he was feeling.

Whatever the case, the nagging feeling would not let him ignore young Draco Malfoy, and the more he looked at the boy, the more drawn and wary he became. All he knew at this point was that Draco Malfoy should under no circumstances be allowed to stay beside Potter or all would be lost. The boy had to be recovered before Dumbledore discovered whatever it was that inspired so much foreboding in his very being.

At that thought, he looked down at the letter that was spread on the desk in front of him. It was a report from one of his loyal death eaters stationed at Hogwarts, and it detailed everything that had happened in the Great Hall that very day. Harry Potter was developing deeper feelings for the Malfoy scion, and the very thought of it made him angrier than it should have.

Deciding to have another word with Lucius, Voldemort snapped his fingers, and a house elf appeared. It was a pathetic little being, and as he saw it whimper in front of him, he could not help the satisfaction he felt. It knew it's place and soon, the rest of the wizarding world would too. He was the last of the Gaunts. The last of the proud line of Salazar Slytherin and Cadmus Peverell before him. Yes, he deserved to be treated as befit his status, and soon, the whole world would fall at his feet.

"Call Lucius to me." He snapped at the thing, and it quickly made its exit. He knew Lucius would be at Malfoy Manor at that time of the afternoon and he settled back in his study chair to wait. He had not accorded anyone but himself and the house-elves permission to apparate through the Gaunt Manor wards and he expected it would take Lucius a few minutes to come through the floo.

Just as he had expected, he heard the floo chime only three minutes later and hurried footsteps made their way towards his study, but he did not look up from his desk until he heard the soft whoosh of robes as someone fell to their knees.

'Yes, even the great Lucius Malfoy knows his place!' Voldemort thought with a pleased sneer on his face as he finally turned his attention to his servant.

He was about to speak when he noticed that the person in front of him was not Lucius but another of his loyal death eaters. This one was strategically positioned at the Ministry of Magic, and he was one of the few that he allowed to come to the manor without being summoned first.

"Permission to speak Master?" The man queried in a strong cold voice that was never heard outside of the presence of his master, and two of the most loyal death eaters. To everyone at the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, the man now kneeling at the feet of the dark lord was unremarkable in everything that he was.

His work, personality, wealth, and connections were good, but not exceptional enough to attract attention. He was highly situated at the Ministry, but his department was not deemed as important as most others in the Ministry. All these factors combined allowed him access to high-level information and little to no suspicion when information was leaked to the death eaters.

"We will wait for Lucius." Voldemort said, and the man nodded in acceptance, but made no move to rise from his position, until the dark lord indicated that he should take one of the seats opposite the desk.

They only waited for a couple more minutes until Voldemort heard another chime of the floo and Lucius Malfoy came strutting into the room. The dark lord was eager to know what his man at the ministry had found out, so he dispensed with the usual theatrics and allowed Lucius to take a seat beside his fellow death eater.

"You may speak now." He told his spy the moment Lucius was settled.

"Something odd happened yesterday at the ministry." The spy began and seeing that his master was impatient to know more, he continued. "The wards were lowered once in the morning and again in the early evening. I know for certain that people apparated in and out of the ministry at those times, but I am not privy to their identities. What I can confirm is that whoever they were they apparated directly to and then out of the building's fifth floor."

"Isn't the fifth floor occupied by the Department of International Magical Cooperation?' Lucius asked, although he already knew the answer to his question.

It had been years since the Minister of Magic considered the secrecy of a meeting more important than the security threat posed by lowering the ministry wards even for the short time that it took for people to apparate in or out. Certainly, that had not happened since before the first rise of the Voldemort almost twenty years ago, and that it had happened now arose both curiosity and suspicion in Lucius.

"Yes." The man agreed. "Another thing I know is that the only England ministry officials to take part in the meeting were Dumbledore, Fudge, and Percy Weasley. No one else at the ministry seems to have a clue as to what is going on. It is a curious situation."

Voldemort could not help but agree, it was definitely a curious situation. The fact that the meeting took place in the offices of International Magical Cooperation meant that the meeting was likely attended by foreign dignitaries. A meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards was the most likely, but no matter how much he searched his mind, he could not come up with a reason as to why such a meeting would happen now. To the best of his knowledge, the International Community had decided to wait and see what happened in England before it'd interfere and he wondered whether something had made it change its stance. Voldemort did not doubt that he could still conquer England even with the interference, but cooperation between the countries would make things all the more difficult for him.

"What do you make of this Lucius?" Voldemort asked his righthand man. He hated to admit it, but when it came down to political games, no one was better than Lucius Malfoy.

"If I was to guess, I would say it was an International Confederation of Wizards meeting, but I am surprised it happened at all." The Malfoy patron said, but his face did not betray the proclaimed surprise. "It would make overthrowing the ministry and Dumbledore harder if the International Community has decided to side with the light. However, I doubt that is the case and if I am right, we need to find out whatever is going on as soon as possible."

Voldemort agreed with Lucius, but he had no intention of taking chances that they were wrong. If the International Community had indeed chosen sides, then he would be ready to face them although it was much earlier than he had initially planned.

"Can you find out exactly who attended the meeting?" Voldemort directed this to his spy who had been observing and listening closely to the two men.

"The only way to find out is by getting the information straight from either Fudge, Dumbledore, or Weasley." The man began. "Normally, we would use Legillimency or Veritaserum on either Fudge or Weasley, but the Dragon World Anti Legillimency Spell has closed that avenue to us." The man finished and subconsciously, he and Lucius leant back in the chairs in wariness.

Dragon World had become a dangerous subject to bring up around their master, and neither of them wanted to be the recipient of the dark lord's anger at that very moment.

It was months since that damned store opened and they were not any closer to discovering the owner. Lucius had gone as far as threatening the goblins with removing his business from Gringotts, but the goblins had been steadfast in their refusal. The creatures had never once before failed him; and the fact that they had risked losing his business rather than telling him the identity of the Dragon World owner made him think that there was more going on than he was aware of.

Not knowing was a horrible feeling, and it wasn't helped by the fact that he could detect an almost palpable excitement in the goblins every time he set foot in Gringotts. It was unsettling to see a goblin attempt a smile, and it made Lucius even more convinced that something he was unaware of was afoot.

A suffocating tension in the air drew Lucius' attention back to Voldemort whose eyes had turned even redder than usual. It had been a bad idea to bring up Dragon World in front of the dark lord and the two death eaters resigned themselves to the inevitability of the Cruciatus that they knew was coming.

"What have you found out about Dragon World Lucius?" Voldemort asked in a dangerous voice, and Lucius sighed. There was no escaping the torture now.

"Nothing as of yet." He said bravely, and bit down on his lower lip when the first Cruciatus hit him. It didn't matter that he had been through this more times than he could count, it still burnt every nerve in his body; and it was all he could do to keep himself in his seat and the screams from coming out. He had no idea for how long he was under the curse, and for one moment after he regained his senses, Lucius let himself feel the deep hatred that he at times felt for the dark lord. It was a momentary feeling that disappeared faster than the mad sneer Voldemort wore on his face every time he tortured someone, but it was there all the same.

Slowly, Lucius willed himself to ignore the pain, and his breath evened as the dark lord watched with mocking eyes. Voldemort waited for his servant to collect himself before he addressed both of them.

"It would be foolish to try and acquire information from either Dumbledore, Weasley, or Fudge." He began, and when he saw that they were paying attention, he continued. "We have an advantage if they do not realise that we know anything about the secret meeting and thus we cannot act in England at the moment."

Even before the dark lord had finished talking, Lucius had already caught on to the plan. If they could manage to single out a foreign representative who had attended the meeting, they would be able to acquire the information they needed without attracting any attention. Judging by the England representatives, chances were that the country representatives included either a Minister of Magic or an International Magical Cooperation official. If they targeted an official from a country outside of Europe, chances were that the wizards would not be using the Dragon World spell and there was little probability that the attack would be traced back to death eaters.

"Take care of this Lucius." Voldemort commanded, and Lucius accepted at once. He was the natural choice to deal with this after all.

"Make sure that you do not fail me this time." Voldemort emphasised with undisguised malice in his eyes before turning to his spy.

"Continue your work at the ministry, but try and look into the Dragon World situation. That little shop has become a nuisance, and the situation cannot be allowed to continue." He said.

To be truthful, the shop was more than a nuisance. For the moment, only Remus Lupin had taken the lycanthropy cure, and if Voldemort was not careful, he would lose some of his werewolves on the next full moon. He had never given marks to any of the wolves, and that could become a great weakness since he would not be able to track any of the werewolves if they left his service.

"I will do what I can." The spy said as he stood up knowing that the last statement was a dismissal. After deep bows, both the spy, and Lucius; exited the study, leaving Voldemort to brood.

Everything would begin in the summer, and by year's end, England would have fallen at his feet. His defeat years ago had taught him a valuable lesson and Voldemort was not leaving anything to chance this time around. Not even an act of Merlin would be able to prevent or stop the tragedy that would befall the wizarding world. As he thought of his plans, Voldemort chuckled evilly as he imagined the despaired faces of Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and the Order as they realized that there was nothing they could do to save themselves let alone everyone else.

In good humour, Voldemort pulled a chess board that sat on the right side of his desk directly in front of him. He palmed a white knight in his hand, and was about to make his opening move when he suddenly felt the years fall away.

A younger version of him sat in the library at Malfoy Manor, having just finished reading a book on the Fidelius Charm. He was frustrated that there was no way to break the charm and impatient to kill the Potter child, before the prophecy came to pass. He was contemplating what to do when he heard a shuffling noise and a look in the direction where he had heard the sound revealed the Malfoy heir, who was crawling towards him.

Voldemort had no idea why the one and a half year old toddler was there, but he watched in fascination as it crawled its way to his side and struggled to lift itself on the armrest of his chair. The natural reaction would have been to hex it or call an elf, but there was a light in its eyes that should not have been in a child of its age. In shock, he watched the young Draco Malfoy correctly move a white knight to checkmate the black king on a chess board that someone had abandoned on a small table next to his seat.

Even after the memory had faded into the background, and Voldemort could now perceive the harsh angles of his study; he could still clearly recall the pleased smile of a toddler who had had no business understanding chess at his age. As he sat alone in his study, the dark lord allowed himself for the first time, to be terrified by someone who was magically weaker than him; because he now knew who the owner of Dragon World was.

::Hogwarts After Dinner::

Grudgingly Harry made his way to the headmaster's office immediately after dinner as Dumbledore had instructed. He had no idea what Dumbledore wanted to speak about since he had been given the weekend off, but he figured that it had to be important if the headmaster had decided that it could not wait for the training session planned for the following day.

As usual, the gargoyles guarding the headmaster's office sprung open the moment he whispered the password that he had been given earlier in the day and he quickly ascended the stairs leading to the main office. At the top of the stairs, Harry did not bother to knock or announce his presence because he had found out months ago that there were intruder wards around the place that alerted Dumbledore whenever someone approached his office. Instead, he waited to be called in.

He did not have to wait long, and when he entered the room, he found that Dumbledore had already rearranged the office to create the magical space that they used for his training. Harry had no idea what sort of spells Dumbledore used, but for their sessions, the room appeared as large as a classroom and all the silver objects and portraits that usually littered the place were nowhere to be found.

"I thought we had no training again until tomorrow?" He asked the headmaster, who was seated on a simple wooden chair at the very centre of the room.

"Things have changed my boy." The man said, causing Harry to raise his eyebrow in question. "Have a seat Harry."

Harry could barely catch the wand movement that conjured a chair just opposite the headmaster, and he was once again reminded that Dumbledore was the strongest wizard alive. Despite his old age, the man was fast and he more often than not used non-verbal magic as opposed to verbal magic.

In the early days of training, Harry would go back to his rooms with a myriad of injuries because he was unable to react fast enough to the spells that Dumbledore used, but over time, he had honed his reflexes well enough to either dodge or erect an appropriate shield. That said, he was still a long way from being able to duel at par with Dumbledore let alone Voldemort.

"Harry, you are aware that I attended an International Confederation of Wizards meeting yesterday, correct?" Dumbledore began, when Harry was comfortably seated across from him.

"Yes sir, you mentioned it." Harry responded, and waited for the man to get to the point.

"I cannot tell you everything that was said; but as a direct result of the meeting, Hogwarts will soon be home to forty exchange students for the foreseeable future."

Whatever Harry had expected, it was not that. He had become so used to things always revolving around Voldemort that he had expected Dumbledore to go straight into one aspect of Voldemort or another.

Just as he was about to ask the headmaster to go on, something occurred to him that made his blood run cold.

"It's not another tournament, is it?" He asked, dread clogging his throat, and making his words come out a bit strained. He still had nightmares about the graveyard when Voldemort killed Cedric Diggory at the end of his fourth year, and he did not think he could handle something like that again.

"No, it's not a tournament." Dumbledore said, and there was no mistaking the pity in his voice and eyes as he looked at Harry. Harry was a tool, created and sharpened for the sole purpose of defeating Voldemort, but it was impossible not to feel sorry for the boy given what he had gone through over the years.

"Why are they coming here then?"

"Harry, I want you to listen to me very carefully." Dumbledore said sombrely, and in reaction to that tone of voice, Harry sat up straighter in his chair. "So far, I have only taught you how to be a fire elemental wizard, but you are capable of so much more. You are what is known as an all-elemental wizard."

"What is that?" The teenager asked curiously.

"An all-elemental wizard is one who can use and manipulate all elements of nature. You have already learnt fire, and with enough training, you will also be able to wield water, earth, and air. There are others, sub-elements; but fire, water, earth and air are the main ones."

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" He asked. It all made sense to him now. Over the months, Harry had felt his magic grow stronger and become restless, and no matter how much training he did, there was always a dissatisfaction. It was as if his magic was itching to be used, but Harry could not figure out exactly how he needed to use it.

"It was not the right time." The headmaster replied, and Harry felt anger spark in him. This was yet another thing that Dumbledore had hidden from him, just like he had done with the prophecy last year; and Harry was quickly getting fed up with the secrets. It was common sense to him that training as an all-elemental wizard would improve his chances of defeating Voldemort as compared to being a fire elemental. It made no sense to Harry that Dumbledore had not told him earlier, and it made him warier around Dumbledore than he had ever felt he needed to be before.

"Why is this the right time?' He asked, once he had managed to control his anger.

"I cannot go further into it right now, but the International Community has reason to believe that you are uncommonly powerful and the foreign students will be here to secretly monitor and report on you." Dumbledore said. "You must not allow anyone to know the true extent of your abilities. Not even your friends, miss Weasley, or Mr Malfoy for that matter."

Harry could understand hiding how powerful he was from the public to catch Voldemort by surprise, but he did not understand why he had to lie to the people closest to him. Dumbledore had always insisted that he should always be open with his friends and for the man to be suggesting this now let Harry know that there was more that was going on than the old man was letting on.

There was a time that he would have simply trusted the headmaster when he said that all would be revealed in time but that time had come and gone. That time had been before he realized that Dumbledore was willing to do anything for the greater good. That time was before he knew that Draco was an expendable piece in this war that was looming in front of them all. Now, Harry could not afford to trust the word of his old mentor.

"Do they know that I am an all-elemental wizard?" He asked instead of asking the question he truly wanted the answer to. Dumbledore would not be moved from his decision to hide things from him, and Harry knew that he would have to figure things out for himself rather than blindly waiting.

"Not yet and I want it to remain that way." There was a warning in Dumbledore's eyes and Harry almost rolled his eyes in annoyance. "The students that will be coming will all be the top students in their respective magical schools, and you must always be on the lookout because we have no idea what kind of magic they will employ in their quest for the truth."

"I understand."

"From now on, you will need to carry your invisibility cloak and marauders map wherever you go." Harry nodded in agreement. It made no difference to the usual because he already did that since he began following Draco in an attempt to find out what the boy was up to.

"Another thing Harry, you may not have noticed this, but your magic tends to leak out even when you are not under emotional distress. A keen wizard can tell the magical strength of another wizard by the amount of magic that leaks out of them. We have until the end of the Easter holidays for you to master concealing techniques.'

Harry already knew that his magic made things happen whenever he got angry, but he'd had no idea that his magic leaked out even under normal circumstances. Thinking about it, he could recall instances where people looked at him weirdly for no reason he could discern or even appear a bit drunk whenever they stayed around him for too long. He should have realised it sooner, since they had been taught about magic intoxication in fifth year magical theory but then again, theory had never been his strong point.

"Will I have more training sessions or will we have to put off normal training until I have mastered the concealment magic?" He asked.

"We cannot afford to take a break; so I am afraid this will mean more lessons." Dumbledore warned.
"I see." Harry said as he looked around the room sadly.

Increasing the hours he needed to train on top of everything else meant that he would need to quit quidditch sooner than he had thought, but the worst was that there would be fewer hours available to spend with Draco. He hated that aspect of things, but he also understood the necessity of it. He wanted Voldemort to be gone so that he could concentrate on sorting out his very complicated life.

"As you have noticed, I have already prepared the room for training." Dumbledore said as he stood and his chair vanished into thin air. "However, we will do something different today."

Harry's chair also vanished when he stood up, and he withdrew his wand from his jeans ready to start whatever Dumbledore had in mind.

"You will not need your wand today." The headmaster said, and although Harry was sceptical, he returned his beloved holly to the back pocket of his jeans. "I want you to begin training with water as soon as possible and to do that, you must be able to sense water just as you did with fire."

"Water is all around us Harry." Dumbledore continued. "I want you to try and feel the water in the atmosphere."

Harry did not even have the slightest idea on how to start doing what Dumbledore was asking. When he had begun learning to control fire, the headmaster had at least given him a lit candle, and he wished that the man had thought to provide him with a basin of water or something in this case.

"The best way to reach out to the water in the atmosphere is to meditate." Dumbledore counselled. "You must close your mind to everything else and allow your magic to reach out to the water in the air."

Honestly, Harry could not make heads or tails of what the man was saying, and either way, he had always been rubbish at clearing his mind for meditation. Nevertheless, he sat on the floor in a lotus position and attempted to clear his mind, but his thoughts would not cease. The more he tried clearing his mind, the more his thoughts tried to be heard, and in frustration, he opened his eyes to find Dumbledore looking at him with a contemplative face.

"Maybe that is the wrong approach for you my boy." Dumbledore remarked as he saw the frustration. He should have remembered that Harry had not managed the required discipline to master meditation for occlumency the previous year. He needed to find another way to teach Harry, and he was about to call off the lesson until tomorrow when a sudden idea struck him.

"Close your eyes Harry and take a deep breath." Dumbledore instructed, and Harry did so after rolling his eyes at the weird attempt at what he thought would be hypnotism.

For his part, Dumbledore had no intention to hypnotise Harry, but instead non-verbally cast a small spell that would bring Harry's fears to the forefront of his mind. For his idea to work, Harry had to be mortally afraid and desperate.

If it worked, Harry would be able to use the water in the air in a wild attempt to protect himself and his loved ones. If he managed it one time, then the feeling of using water would be engraved in him, and he would be able to do it a second time and then some.

"Imagine yourself on the Hogwarts express, heading to Grimmauld Place with your friends for the Easter break." Dumbledore said, and Harry had no problem imagining himself there. However, he was not in the train carriage with his friends but with Draco. Draco was saying something, but Harry could not hear him properly, because Dumbledore was drowning his voice.

"Suddenly, the train is attacked, and in the blink of an eye, your carriage is ripped from the rest, and you are apparated to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. Voldemort and his death eaters have surrounded you and your friends, and your wand is neither in your pocket nor your hand." Harry was beginning to breathe heavily as the scenario played out in his head. Draco had fallen next to him in the sudden apparition and in a voice that sounded as if it had travelled through a tunnel, he could hear Dumbledore say 'kill the spare' as Voldemort once had.

Everything stopped for Harry in that moment and reality invaded the made-up scenario as he remembered that Dumbledore did not intend for Draco to survive the war.

Suddenly, the enemy was not Voldemort but his old mentor who deceived while his blue eyes twinkled jovially. A scene from a horrible future played in Harry's mind as he watched Draco's silver eyes dull to a washed-out grey, and his hair fall limply around his lifeless head.

In an angry haze, as Harry stared at the lifeless husk that had once been his beautiful dragon, he decided that Dumbledore needed to die. As if to respond to his will, Harry's magic reached out to everything around him, and Dumbledore who had been calmly waiting to see if Harry would succeed, heard a mad rushing as the water from the Great lake collided with the castle walls and attempted to break through to fulfil their master's desire.

The crush of the water on the walls rocked the castle and Dumbledore who had been unprepared for the impact fell on his back; worry gnawing at him as the relentless water battled with the castle wards for dominance. It felt like an eternity before the crushing stopped, but even that relief was short lived; because the headmaster could now hear screams from all around the castle, and lake creatures that had been violently and suddenly ripped from their habitat.

In numb shock, Dumbledore looked in Harry's direction to find that he had collapsed, probably from magical drain. When he moved closer, he saw that the boy was crying and muttering something in his unconsciousness; and he crept closer only to hear Harry repeat, like a litany, the one name that should not have been on his lips in that particular moment.

Draco...Draco...Draco...Draco...Draco...Draco…Draco…

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