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One night in the middle of his sixth year, Harry Potter makes the worst mistake of his life to date - but this story isn't about that, it's about what happens after.
With the Dark Lord's Mark branded on the inside of his left forearm and his "family" rotting in their coffins, Harry must navigate his new life as a Death Eater as well as the fractious shadow society of the British Dark. He's no blood purist, but there's more to Voldemort's cause than aristocratic prejudice - and the more he learns, the more he realizes that the old regime aren't heroes, either.
With his loyalties growing increasingly divided, Harry must pick a side in the Second Blood War and bring his newfound friends and allies through it to victory. But what does victory look like when there's tyrants on either side?
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” Harry/Luna, another fic with a kinda cliche premise that might not be your cup of tea but i enjoyed”
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chapter 24
"Oh, great, so that letter probably never reached him," Martin realized. "Perfect. So anyways, Auror training camp, he said there was going to be an offensive, said that even Transport had a role to play - he said they've figured out how to stop Dark Wizards from using the Floo, said they're going to make it impossible for them to Apparate -"
Theo stilled briefly and Harry's jaw dropped. "Sorry, what?" Harry asked. Martin nodded emphatically.
"That's their plan, yes! They're going to shut off the Floo, filter all Dark wixen or anyone distinct from ordinary magical humans from using it - that's huge , right? How are you supposed to talk to your relatives, or call for help, or get people to St. Mungo's? And Apparation too? I asked him how much warning they're going to give and he said they weren't going to give any!"
"We need to go," Theo decided. "We need to go yesterday. Martin, brace."
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____"How bad would people having no warning be?" he asked in strained tone, not looking back. He heard ringing as Theo cast the metal aside, felt his presence flicker narrow as he started casting something, glass shards under pressure - jagged, frantic, forced still by need. The spell was silent, but - probably Episkey, if he remembered their training right, Episkey to smear the flesh back together over the wound in a slipshod patch job that would royally screw up someone's circulatory system if used in the wrong place or for too long, but needs must. "Apparation would result in splinches, I know, but if they can't use the Floo -?"
"Bad!" Martin gasped. "Fuck. Fuck god dammit, I don't feel good, I feel so woozy - are you sure that spell is safe to use like this!?"
"The powder would turn the fire green," Theo answered grimly, working as fast as he possibly could and dodging the question. "No sign that it's wrong. You stick your head in. The fire burns it. They would think the fire works and use it like usual - and the fire would burn!"
Appalled beyond words, Harry just nodded and tried to get ahold of himself. The moment Theo finished and he felt confident there wouldn't be any more of that fucking smell to bother him, he pulled his mask back down and hurried back over. Together, they hauled Martin up, trying to maneuver him onto the broom awaiting outside the window - without slipping on the blood that now slicked the floor - and while they did that Martin just kept talking, voice strained, on the edge of delirious.
"I kept asking him if they were going to warn anyone anyways , but he said no, why would they? The monsters deserve what's coming to them, but I kept thinking about - I talk to Priscilla, okay? I talk to Priscilla and some of her friends, and they talk about Aurors and what they do sometimes - I didn't believe her before now, I should've believed her but I didn't - no that's a lie, I did believe her, I did, I just didn't know what to do so it was easier to pretend I didn't or, or she was lying, because I didn't know what to do and then that - that fucking bastard in red stood up there talking about how people like Priscilla are evil and they're the good guys when I couldn't stop thinking about people sticking their heads into their fireplace right before the shutdown and connecting the call, and then the filter goes u p while they're spread across the link -"
"Instant beheading," Theo said weakly.
"Shit."
" - and all of a sudden, it was very easy, wasn't it? I knew what to do. I knew what to do. So I did it."
"I get it," Harry said firmly. "Believe me, I fucking get it. They're the monsters, not us."
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"Good guess, don't share. It's an open secret here but they don't know outside the -"
"They know you're a Death Eater. Dad ranted about it."
"- fuck." Well, it had been nice not seeing his face plastered all over the papers.
"I'm summoning the anklet," Theo declared.
"You've got an angle?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we're good, but could you please move any faster?"
"Not without Martin falling off! Give me a moment, okay?"
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That should get the guards' attention. Hopefully they retreat to check and take the pressure off the others!"Martin, when are they doing the Floo ban?" Theo asked once they could hear again.
"What day is it?"
"Wednesday the 12th."
Martin started laughing. A sound of total resignation. A chill ran down Harry's spine as he finally brought the broom around and willed it up to its max speed. The sudden rush of wind nearly tore Martin's words away -
"They were supposed to finish preparations for it today."
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Holy fucking shit. Easily the best Death Eater Harry fic I've ever read. I'm going crazy waiting for updates. And have gotten several friends hooked on this fic.
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love, normally wont read harry/luna but author does it so well!! binge read this fic