Bonded Chapter 93 - Final chapter

Chapter 93 - Final chapter.

Lord Voldemort sat at the head of the Malfoy table; his fellow Death Eaters, what remained of the important ones anyway, were sitting as well. All were silent as they waited for him to speak, as it should be. He looked around, taking in the faces of every person here. His gaze stopped for the barest of moments upon the Malfoy family, all of whom were present apart from the son, who was still at Hogwarts. The last Voldemort had heard about the brat was that he had been both physically and mentally scarred by a recent attack from what Voldemort had concluded to be a similar creature to the one within Potter; most likely, both of them were under Potter's command. Personally, Voldemort couldn't care less about the spoilt brat, he just hoped that Lucius and Narcissa would make another one that he could actually use or at the very least put in their wills that all of their stuff would go to someone he could actually trust.

He couldn't help but think about recent events. He had been planning to slowly build up his power base, to grab the prophecy discreetly and get his loyal servants out of Azkaban. The last two were unable to happen now. Potter had destroyed the prophecy in front of him. Whatever valuable information that orb would have held had been lost to him. He no longer knew what destiny had planned for him. And if that wasn't bad enough, then there was that whole mess with Azkaban.

Someone or something - and Voldemort had a fairly good idea regarding exactly who it was - had broken into the prison and killed his followers. And worst of all, Voldemort himself had been framed for doing it, as there were pictures in the Prophet of him. The dark lord wasn't quite sure exactly how that had happened; his best guess at this point in time was an illusion charm or that metamorph girl that Potter hung out with. It surely couldn't be polyjuice potion; he didn't have a single hair on his body, he had intended it to be that way precisely to prevent stuff like that. He was leaning more on the idea of it being that metamorphosing girl. He was going to kill her for impersonating him; she was going to die anyway for opposing him, but now he'd make it appropriately more painful. Especially since his recruitment rate was down, with many now believing that he was randomly slaughtering his followers.

It had become clear to him that Potter was a completely different breed of animal compared to Dumbledore. Dumbledore was a wizard whom many considered to be his equal; he wasn't, as far as Lord Voldemort was concerned. While he would begrudgingly admit that Dumbledore was a powerful and knowledgeable wizard, he was bound by his own rules and that soft heart of his, not to mention his own stubbornness and stupidity whenever he got an idea into his head. But Potter had proved himself to be different. He was willing to go on the attack. Voldemort had no doubt that if Potter could get away with killing all the Death Eaters in public, then he would do so without hesitation.

In a way, Lord Voldemort couldn't help but respect the boy. That attitude was exactly the same one that he carried with him throughout his life. Don't suffer your enemies to live. In school, he had been limited and responded with discreet and subtle punishments or even violent ones that he made sure he would not be blamed for. Potter was his enemy, simple as. It was a little bit of a shame, to be honest, he had occasionally considered having an heir, not that he was planning to ever die, but it'd be good to have a firm second in command. But he knew it would never be; he wouldn't be able to trust someone who knew that he was responsible for the death of their family.

His main problem was the creature that Potter had. Lord Voldemort could boast proudly that he was a master wizard; he knew enough that he could teach nearly any class in Hogwarts. He could also tell you that he was quite knowledgeable when it came to magical creatures. He had been fascinated by them, even as a youth. Some could be used for magical cores or potion ingredients, and some were even used for both. A lot of rituals, including many that Voldemort himself had performed, required something from an animal of some sort. So, yes, Lord Voldemort knew about magical creatures, even those lesser known to the average British citizen, but with that being said, he did not recognise this 'Venom' at all. Was it even a natural-born creature? Could it possibly be some experiment gone wrong? Much like with his future destiny, he wasn't sure, and that was aggravating.

"Does anyone have anything to report?" He spoke finally, his tone soft, but his voice powered through the room with the same strength as dragon fire.

"My Lord," One of his Death Eaters spoke up nervously. "I've heard reports that Harry Potter has been in the ministry."

"Aye," Another nodded. "I heard as well that the old fool Dumbledore had gone there recently. We've not managed to establish much beyond that."

"That is not good," Voldemort said slowly, a thoughtful tone in his voice. If Potter and Dumbledore were joining forces with the Ministry, then his work had just gotten much harder. Fortunately, in the past, Dumbledore was barely involved with the Ministry. He was barely involved with Potter as well, despite the many claims by multiple sources stating that the two were as close as can be. The ministry was troublesome, Dumbledore was a bit concerning, and Potter was dangerous. Having all three together could cause problems. "Is there anything else?" He asked.

"I have an announcement," A voice he did not expect to hear spoke up. Every gaze in the room turned towards Narcissa Malfoy, including her surprised husband.

Lord Voldemort knew that Narcissa wasn't truly loyal to him, not in the same way that the others were. Her reasons for doing as he was told were fairly simple to understand and could be summarised into two points. The first reason was that she followed the lead of her husband, as was expected from a proper, pure-blooded wife, and the second reason, and probably the most understandable one, was that she very simply didn't want him to kill her along with everyone and everything that she had ever loved. Once again, understandable.

She had always kept quiet in these meetings, kept her hair down, and tried to ignore several of his followers staring at her and politely left once she was excused. This was the first time he had ever seen her speak at one of his meetings, the first time he had ever seen her speak in front of him without him directly addressing her.

"Well, Narcissa," Voldemort spoke up after a moment's pause. "I'm sure we'd all be delighted to hear what you have to say." He said, gesturing for her to speak.

"Some more than others," She said confidently as she stood up from her seat, placing her hands on the table in front of her. Every Death Eater around her sucked in a deep breath at once; it was an unspoken rule that nobody, nobody who wanted to stay alive at least, stood up from the table before Lord Voldemort did unless he permitted so. Ignoring the startled look from her husband, she continued on. "There's something I feel you should all know. I never loved Lucius Malfoy, I'm in fact disgusted by him." She revealed suddenly, surprising many, none more so than her husband, who was staring at her with a multitude of emotions, the primary one being anger. "Ever since he was a student at Hogwarts, he was an arrogant, disgusting little toerag that laboured under the illusion that his wealth and his ancestry, which all the way back to a bunch of low-class farmers in France, let him do whatever he wanted."

"Narcissa!" Lucius hissed.

"I'm not finished," She glared down at him before turning back to address Voldemort and the rest. "In fact, I would have been happier marrying a muggleborn instead, at least they might have some idea of what to do with a woman who sleeps in the same bed as them. Thankfully, we never did that again after my son was born, nor will we ever. Because of Lucius Malfoy, my son's potential has been squandered as he has spent his entire life trying to be a copy of his father, as if one of them wasn't enough."

"As amusing as this is," Lord Voldemort spoke up, ignoring the red-faced Lucius, who looked close to having steam blow out of his ears. "I fail to see the relevance. What are you trying to say?"

"Simply explaining why I don't half as badly as I should for doing this," She explained before pulling out her wand and aiming at Lucius, who barely had a second to blink before a black beam shot through his forehead. A moment later, his head hit the table with blood coming out of his mouth and eyes. The other Death Eaters leapt to their feet, aimed their wands at the now widowed Narcissa, who didn't look remotely concerned.

"People keep forgetting," She said in a conversational tone. "That I am a daughter of the house of Black. We're not to be trifled with."

"Why?" Voldemort asked, slowly rising from his chair. "Why would you do something so simply stupid?"

"I'm not living my life in fear of you," She glared at him. "Nor will I let you torment my son as I know you would. Now, since Lucius is dead, I do believe that the wards of this house have passed to me. I would leave them up at full strength normally, but since we have guests coming over, I thought it's best that I lower them. If I ever see you all again, then we'll all be in hell together." She said before apparating out, just barely avoiding the torture spell that Voldemort shot at her.

Once she was gone, Voldemort stiffened as he felt a wave of magic wash over the manor. Anti-portkey and apparition wards had gone up; if he was right, then the fireplace would probably be blocked as well. Someone was trying to trap him here. He suspected that this was the work of Potter, as things usually seemed to be.

"My lord!" One Death Eater cried, pointing frantically at the window.

Voldemort followed his gaze and promptly froze; fear was not an emotion that he had experienced a lot, but he recognised it easily enough. Flying towards the manor was a giant swarm of dementors; it looked like all the guards of Azkaban had arrived and were heading for the house. He had been planning to make an alliance with the dementors, offer them more prisoners that they could happily torment and twice as many that they could devour entirely; he did have a lot of enemies after all. But now, it seemed like that plan was going out of the window.

It might be surprising to know that at one point in his life, Lord Voldemort was able to perform the patronus charm, but one of his many sacrifices for power had removed that particular ability. He still had some defences against the creatures, but not many that would be sufficient against such a big pack of them. Dementors were fairly fast when they wanted to be, and it didn't take long for them to descend upon the manor, breaking through one of the windows.

With a snarl, Voldemort turned to smoke and flew upwards. He had barely made it one floor up when he found himself forcibly turned back. He had barely a moment to register that he was back in his regular form when he felt something wrap around his body tightly; if not for the enhancements on his body, then he was sure that he would have had broken bones right now. Standing a short distance away from him was a being that seemed to be made of the same goo as Venom. Though this was much different, the figure suggested a female. She was a mix of pink and black, she had long, sharp claws, tear-drop eyes and a set of teeth that would make a shark feel inadequate.

Sprouting from her head as replacements for hair were several tentacles, all of which were wrapped around his body. With a tug, he was tossed down the hallway, where he hit the floor hard and barely managed to get up in time and raise a shield to block the new set of tentacles that had been coming for him. They slammed into his shield, pushing him a good few feet back before he managed to destroy the tentacles with a wave of his wand. By the time he had done that, the new monster had already closed the distance and snarled before slapping him in the chest, sending him out of the nearest window.

He managed to recover quickly and flew up. One dementor tried to grab him, but was quickly deterred by some less-than-friendly blackfire that shot out of his wand, one of the few spells that could have any impact against a dementor. Voldemort snarled before ascending up, only to be blind-shotted by a fireball that sent him crashing onto the top of the roof. He looked up in time to see another female monster fly towards him; this one was blue. He quickly shot a piercing curse at the monster, but it powered through it and landed feet first on his chest, sending him down to the floor below, where it landed on him once more. Voldemort tried to raise his wand, but the new creature was faster and slammed both of its fists into his stomach, sending him down another floor, where he landed harshly with his wand falling out of his hand.

Suppressing the pain, he quickly rolled onto his stomach to get the wand, only to freeze when he saw exactly who had his foot over it.

"Hello Tom," Harry said casually, dressed from foot to neck in the black goo that Voldemort had learned to recognise as Venom. "You look like you've seen better days." 

"Potter!" Voldemort growled as he got to his feet. He had barely taken a step when the blue monster landed on the nearest wall. She stuck to the middle of the wall and glared fiercely in his directionion, baring her teeth at him. A noise behind him alerted him to the fact that the pink one was standing a short distance away from him.

"I trust that both of my girlfriends have been treating you nicely," Harry said with a small smile, just as a tentacle shot out of his back, the tip stopped next to Harry's face and transformed into Venom's head.

"I hope they haven't," Venom said with an unsettling grin.

"You set this up!" Accused Voldemort, glowering at the boy in front of him. He had often thought that he would never hate anyone more than Dumbledore, but recent times had shown him that he was wrong; there was nobody on this whole planet that he hated more than the boy in front of him. If truth serum had been poured down his throat, then Voldemort would confess to being willing to let the whole world burn if it meant destroying the brat and his pet monster.

"More or less," Harry confirmed. "You see, we have an ally in the Ministry, several actually, but the one we're referring to is the Minister herself. It didn't take much convincing for her to loan all of their pretty little dementors to target your dumbass. We messaged Narcissa discreetly and offered her the chance to escape with her son's life intact," Harry shrugged. "Along with full promises not to be charged for anything that she did in order to complete her task."

"Once the wards were down, your bitch ass was ours!" Venom said, still grinning.

"And what of Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked. This plan that Potter had come up with had been smart, effective, and most definitely not Dumbledore's style. The man hated dementors; no way would he have sent so many to attack the mansion. "Surely, he wouldn't approve of this."

"He's not in much of a position to complain," Venom said, licking his lips.

"So, what now, Potter?" Voldemort demanded, staring angrily at him. "You think you can stop me? I, who have gone past the limits of the moral man, you think you can stop Lord Voldemort? I am immortal."

"You were," Harry confirmed. "You might still be if not for your horcruxes; we got them all taken care of. The diary you left with Lucius, the ring in your family home, the diadem at Hogwarts, I can name the rest if you like. Either way, your horcruxes are non-issues, Voldemort. We got them all."

"Impossible," He said at once, looking even paler than before.

"Possible," Harry corrected him. He was mildly surprised that Voldemort hadn't noticed any of his horcruxes being destroyed, but when your mind and soul were as fucked up as Voldemort's were, then anything was possible.

"So what now?!" Roared Voldemort. "You think that I need them to defeat you? Return my wand, Potter, and let's settle this once and for all."

"You're mistaking us for Dumbledore." Venom chuckled deeply.

"Usually, we'd bite your head off," Harry revealed. "But we're not going to do that, because we want to see the light leave your eyes. This isn't a storybook ending with a big final battle, Tom, this is us finishing the job that others didn't have the nuts to do. This is the new Magical Britain, rising from the ashes of your demise. Just be thankful that we're making this relatively quickly. Goodbye, Tom."

"Aaarggh!" Voldemort screamed in pain as symbiote Fleur and Tonks leapt for him at the same time, each biting down into his arms. Harry rushed forward and punched his remaining arm straight through Voldemort's chest, his fist coming out of Voldemort's back. "No," Blood spat out of Voldemort's mouth as he looked into the eyes of Harry and Venom. "You...you can't do...you can't..."

"We can do whatever we like," Harry and Venom said at the same time before he pulled his arm out. Voldemort's blood had disappeared from his arm with a wave of his hand, Fleur and Tonks had let go of him, and his body fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his wound and mouth. "People like you are why I sincerely hope that there is a hell," Harry said, looking down on him. Fleur and Tonk's symbiotes shifted so their heads were revealed.

"Well..." Tonks said after a moment. "...that happened, I guess. Blimey, worst dark lord in centuries, and we took him out."

"There had better be an adequate reward ceremony," Was Fleur's response.

"Indeed," Venom nodded imperiously.

"I'm sure we can sort something out," Harry said, finally looking away from Voldemort.

"So, what now?" Tonks asked. "Party? Celebratory threesome?"

"No to the first, yes to the second," Harry said, taking in a deep breath. "We have a lot of work to do, a whole government to sort out, but for now...I'd like to take a moment to rest."

"...After the threesome?" Fleur asked hopefully.

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"Yes." Harry nodded.

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"And now, we'd like to have a speech from our new Minister of Magic, Harry James Potter!"

Harry smiled politely as he stepped to the podium and looked at the crowd in front of him. He couldn't help but think back on how this all came to be. Shortly after the 'final battle' as Tonks called it, the first thing Harry had done was to put his own story out in public. Thanks to Tonks and the Quibbler, it was easy to get a Potter-approved version of events broadcast to the wider public. Harry had gone back to school for another year before taking his exams early and leaving entirely. It had been difficult at first, meeting with Professor McGonagall, but she had eventually been calmed down by Amelia Bones, who assured her that Harry was in fact 'Venom-free' and was no longer possessed. To this day, Harry wasn't completely sure how much of that the Professor believed. It had saddened him deeply when she died a couple of years later, the last he had heard, Professor Flitwick was the new Headmaster.

For the most part, things had started looking up for everybody. Harry didn't keep in touch a lot with Ron and Hermione, both of whom had gotten together and become married. Funnily enough, they both got teaching jobs at Hogwarts. Hermione, as Gryffindor head of house and transfiguration professor, while Ron had replaced Madam Hooch, the pair had been joined by Neville, who was now teaching Herbology. Andromeda and Ted were wildly successful at their careers, and Andromeda had even managed to get a full-time position as Potion's master at Hogwarts now that Snape was gone.

Speaking of Snape, Harry had visited the man once. For the first time in his life, Snape looked like he regretted the way he had treated Harry. Though Harry wasn't sure if that was because he was finally being punished for it or because he genuinely felt bad about it, Harry was leaning towards the former. It had been tempting to kill Snape, but they hadn't, not had they forgiven him. His apology was too little and too late as far as Venom and Harry were concerned. He had been left in Azkaban to spend the rest of his life there until he died, tormented the whole time by dementors.

Comparatively, Draco was doing much better. His mother had taken him out of Britain as soon as he had finished his NEWTs. Harry wasn't sure where Draco was or what he was doing now, and to be honest, he didn't really care. The last time he had seen a Malfoy in Britain was when Narcissa had visited him and the girls to express her thanks before she left the country. Harry had to admit that he still wasn't sure how that ended up as a massive orgy with the four of them, but he wasn't going to complain about that.

Sirius was doing pretty good as well, having finally got married, the man had found out that he couldn't really have kids, and so had chosen to adopt a couple of young children from the now deceased Death Eater families. Making fewer orphans and fewer kids who would grow up with pureblood nonsense shoved down their throats.

Fleur and Tonks were both doing extremely well. Fleur had spent a few years doing curse-breaking. Between her own natural ability and the added symbiote back-up, she was one fierce curse breaker. Making much more than the average did. She did that for a while before eventually stopping to help Harry with his campaign. Tonks had eventually taken over the Quibbler, making the newspaper skyrocket in popularity until it eventually got big enough that she was able to buy out the Daily Prophet. To top things off, they both had children as well. Fleur had gifted him with a blonde daughter with green eyes that matched his own, while Tonks had given him a son who appeared to take after his mother in the shapeshifting department, having inherited her metamorphmagus abilities, though his hair and eyes often matched Harry's.

As for Harry, once he left school, he and Venom had taken a couple of months for themselves to tour the world and visit as many countries as they could. Every year, they try to take some time to visit somewhere. After school, Harry had taken a job as an auror for two reasons. The first being that it was a good way to get his foot officially in the Ministry, the other being that it was also a nice way to keep Venom fed; if sometimes a criminal or two happened to go missing, then nobody noticed. Harry had also been hard at work, having various bills put through to make Magical Britain 'a bit less shit' as Tonks would put it. Discrimination hadn't disappeared overnight, nor had every problem the country faced, but it was definitely far better than before and seemed to keep getting better.

Eventually, Harry had decided it was time to truly start pushing for a brighter and better tomorrow, to really heal the world. He had decided to run for the Minister of Magic, being the boy-who-lived and the 'Man-Who-Conquered', a title that Tonks had given him via the Quibbler and in the bedroom, it was all but guaranteed that he would have won the election.

"It's amazing to be here," He said into the microphone in front of him. "I know it's cliché to say, but I truly would not be here without my family. Success doesn't happen by accident; mine is no exception. What I have, what I've achieved, it was truly a team effort."

'You're goddamn right,' Venom grinned from within.

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A.N: Woo! Finally done, this is the last ever chapter of Bonded. I hope you guys all enjoyed it.

For the story as a whole, I know it was not perfect. As I've admitted in the past, I've had an unfortunate habit of not planning my stories out and just improving everything. Something I'm hoping to work on and improve in future stories. If you like Harry Potter, Venom and Marvel then don't worry because I do have plans for future stories where they will be included, crossovers and otherwise. But I've learnt my lessons and will be finishing the stories one at a time before introducing new ones.

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