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Ch. 9: A Visit with Voldemort
For disclaimer, summary, story codes and other information, please see the prologue.
Chapter the ninth: A Visit with Voldemort
Five months later
Early morning of 5 Jan (chapter 1 ends the night of 4 Jan)
Grimmauld Place
Ron awoke abruptly to the sound of Harry’s screams. He’d only just fallen asleep after returning to his bed following his romp with Hermione; knackered and disoriented, it took him a second to realize what was going on. A bit surprised to find himself standing beside his bed with his wand raised and ready, Ron tossed it aside and leapt to Harry’s side. Harry’s body was stretched taut across his bed, as though he was being tortured on a medieval rack; his hands clutched as his scar and his face was contorted in agony.
“Harry! Harry, mate, wake up!” Ron shook Harry’s shoulder urgently. He knew from experience that gentle touches would not wake Harry from his nightmare. “WAKE UP HARRY!” he shouted and pulled one of Harry’s hands away from his forehead with a jerk. When he saw the scar, his stomach clenched. The lightning bold was livid and red. Ron’s sleep-starved brain finally clicked all the way into gear and he realized this wasn’t a nightmare—it was one of Harry’s visions.
About this time, the door crashed open to reveal Hermione, Ginny, his mum and Remus Lupin, all in various states of dishabille.
Ron spoke quickly. “It’s a vision, not a nightmare. I can’t snap him out of it! What do we do?”
Remus crossed to Harry’s writhing body, wincing at the sound of Harry’s continuing screams. He placed his fingertips on Harry’s scar, then wrenched his hand back abruptly. “Ow! His scar—it burned me!” Just as he spoke the words, the screams stopped and Harry’s body relaxed, twitching in the aftermath.
Harry’s glazed emerald eyes opened slowly, then closed again as he groaned and leaned over the edge of the bed to vomit onto the floor. Mrs. Weasley rushed to hold his head and keep his hair back; Ginny used her wand to \'scourgify\' the floor when Harry finished retching.
After swishing his mouth out with the water Hermione brought him, Harry weakly laid back against his pillow. “Sorry about that,” he muttered.
Molly patted his arm reassuringly. “Oh, Harry dear, there’s no need to apologise! Don’t try to talk now, just lay back and get some rest. Do you want a headache potion?”
Harry nodded gratefully and Remus left the room to fetch some. By the time Harry swallowed the headache potion and the Dreamless Draught Remus had cleverly thought to bring as well, he was half-asleep and fell the rest of the way as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Harry reappeared around noon, looking a bit strained but otherwise back to normal. He devoured the tasty meat pies Molly had prepared in record time. When everyone else was finished, they looked at him expectantly. Harry knew it was time to explain his latest attack.
“Thanks for letting me eat first. I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. It was another vision,” he paused as the others nodded. “Right, I see you had that one already sorted. It was just like all the others…Voldemort was furious and he started to torture someone…”
“Who’s point of view was it from Harry?” Remus interrupted.
“It was my point of view—me being Voldemort that is. I saw everything from his eyes, as if I were him, just like before. At first I—that is, Voldemort—was happy. The first thing I remember is Voldemort ordering a Death Eater to bring in “my prize” and laughing to himself as he waited for the Death Eater to return. The Death Eater was fast—he was only gone a minute when he came back in, prodding another person in black robes and a black hood forward with his wand. The person’s hands were manacled in front and I couldn’t see their face. At first I thought it was another Death Eater. The first Death Eater forced the prisoner onto their knees in front of me—I mean, Voldemort. Voldemort ordered the prisoner to kiss his robes, but the prisoner didn’t move. So Voldemort used his wand to force the person to lean forward until their mouth touched his robes. When he let the prisoner back up, he flicked the hood back and forced the prisoner’s chin up, holding it there with his magic.
“The prisoner was Draco Malfoy.”
Ron’s eyes bugged out of his head and gasps were heard around the table. “Malfoy! A prisoner? Why would he be a prisoner—I thought he was a Death Eater in training!”
Harry nodded and continued. “Yes, well. I can’t tell you how weird it is to feel my own emotions and Voldemort’s at the same time. I was completely shocked when I saw Malfoy; Voldemort, on the other hand, had this strange mixture of anger and glee coursing through him. I didn’t understand what was going on until Voldemort started to speak to Malfoy.” Harry’s eyes went unfocused and when he spoke again, it was in Voldemort’s snake-like rasp:
“Sssso, finally, the heir of Malfoy kneelsssss before me. It’sssss a pity not to have your father kneeling there with you. It would be ssssso delightful to have father and ssssson together, don’t you think? But alasssss, Luciusssss had to go and get himssssself killed, didn’t he? Fool. Well, what do you have to ssssay for yourssself, boy? Nothing? Oh, how could I forget about that little ssssssilencing charm? Finite incantatem!”
At this point, Harry seemed to snap back to reality and his eyes cleared.
“Oi, mate! That was right scary! Would you mind not doing that again please?” Ron’s face was as white as a sheet and the others in the room didn’t look much better.
“Sorry,” Harry replied. “I didn’t do it on purpose, it just…happened. I’ll try not to do it again, all right? Shall I continue?” At their nods, he went on in his normal voice.
“Malfoy didn’t answer Voldemort. He just glared at him. Voldemort laughed, then demanded that Malfoy declare his loyalty and take the Dark Mark. Malfoy just stared back at him for a moment, then shook his head and said, “No.” I was stunned, but Voldemort was furious. He demanded Malfoy’s allegiance again and again, the only thing Malfoy said was, “No.” That’s when Voldemort went completely spare—and when things became completely weird for me.”
“Weird? What do you mean Harry?” Remus looked apprehensive.
“Well, I can’t explain it. One minute I’m in Voldemort’s head, but the second he hissed “Crucio,” I wasn’t Voldemort any more, I was Malfoy! Nothing like this has ever happened in one of my visions before. But somehow I was in Malfoy’s head and experiencing every torturous second along with him! Voldemort let up for a moment and ordered Malfoy to submit, but Malfoy refused and he cast the Cruciatus Curse again. It’s hard to remember, but I think this happened twice more before Malfoy blacked out—and I was back seeing through Voldemort’s eyes! The last thing I remember is Voldemort ordering some Death Eaters to “lock the traitor in his room” and I woke up as they were dragging Malfoy away.”
The three wizards and three witches sat in silence, digesting Harry’s revelations. Finally, Hermione broke the silence.
“Harry, does this mean that Malfoy is still V-Voldemort’s prisoner?”
“I…I don’t know. If it’s like most of the other times I’ve—connected with Voldemort, then yes, I think he must be. But if it’s like the time with Sirius…” Harry trailed off as guilt and grief for his godfather reached up to strangle him.
Molly looked sadly at Harry, then turned to ask, “What do you think, Remus?”
Remus looked at Harry. “I think we’d best put in a call to Dumbledore.”
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They do mean so much!
Chapter the ninth: A Visit with Voldemort
Five months later
Early morning of 5 Jan (chapter 1 ends the night of 4 Jan)
Grimmauld Place
Ron awoke abruptly to the sound of Harry’s screams. He’d only just fallen asleep after returning to his bed following his romp with Hermione; knackered and disoriented, it took him a second to realize what was going on. A bit surprised to find himself standing beside his bed with his wand raised and ready, Ron tossed it aside and leapt to Harry’s side. Harry’s body was stretched taut across his bed, as though he was being tortured on a medieval rack; his hands clutched as his scar and his face was contorted in agony.
“Harry! Harry, mate, wake up!” Ron shook Harry’s shoulder urgently. He knew from experience that gentle touches would not wake Harry from his nightmare. “WAKE UP HARRY!” he shouted and pulled one of Harry’s hands away from his forehead with a jerk. When he saw the scar, his stomach clenched. The lightning bold was livid and red. Ron’s sleep-starved brain finally clicked all the way into gear and he realized this wasn’t a nightmare—it was one of Harry’s visions.
About this time, the door crashed open to reveal Hermione, Ginny, his mum and Remus Lupin, all in various states of dishabille.
Ron spoke quickly. “It’s a vision, not a nightmare. I can’t snap him out of it! What do we do?”
Remus crossed to Harry’s writhing body, wincing at the sound of Harry’s continuing screams. He placed his fingertips on Harry’s scar, then wrenched his hand back abruptly. “Ow! His scar—it burned me!” Just as he spoke the words, the screams stopped and Harry’s body relaxed, twitching in the aftermath.
Harry’s glazed emerald eyes opened slowly, then closed again as he groaned and leaned over the edge of the bed to vomit onto the floor. Mrs. Weasley rushed to hold his head and keep his hair back; Ginny used her wand to \'scourgify\' the floor when Harry finished retching.
After swishing his mouth out with the water Hermione brought him, Harry weakly laid back against his pillow. “Sorry about that,” he muttered.
Molly patted his arm reassuringly. “Oh, Harry dear, there’s no need to apologise! Don’t try to talk now, just lay back and get some rest. Do you want a headache potion?”
Harry nodded gratefully and Remus left the room to fetch some. By the time Harry swallowed the headache potion and the Dreamless Draught Remus had cleverly thought to bring as well, he was half-asleep and fell the rest of the way as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Harry reappeared around noon, looking a bit strained but otherwise back to normal. He devoured the tasty meat pies Molly had prepared in record time. When everyone else was finished, they looked at him expectantly. Harry knew it was time to explain his latest attack.
“Thanks for letting me eat first. I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. It was another vision,” he paused as the others nodded. “Right, I see you had that one already sorted. It was just like all the others…Voldemort was furious and he started to torture someone…”
“Who’s point of view was it from Harry?” Remus interrupted.
“It was my point of view—me being Voldemort that is. I saw everything from his eyes, as if I were him, just like before. At first I—that is, Voldemort—was happy. The first thing I remember is Voldemort ordering a Death Eater to bring in “my prize” and laughing to himself as he waited for the Death Eater to return. The Death Eater was fast—he was only gone a minute when he came back in, prodding another person in black robes and a black hood forward with his wand. The person’s hands were manacled in front and I couldn’t see their face. At first I thought it was another Death Eater. The first Death Eater forced the prisoner onto their knees in front of me—I mean, Voldemort. Voldemort ordered the prisoner to kiss his robes, but the prisoner didn’t move. So Voldemort used his wand to force the person to lean forward until their mouth touched his robes. When he let the prisoner back up, he flicked the hood back and forced the prisoner’s chin up, holding it there with his magic.
“The prisoner was Draco Malfoy.”
Ron’s eyes bugged out of his head and gasps were heard around the table. “Malfoy! A prisoner? Why would he be a prisoner—I thought he was a Death Eater in training!”
Harry nodded and continued. “Yes, well. I can’t tell you how weird it is to feel my own emotions and Voldemort’s at the same time. I was completely shocked when I saw Malfoy; Voldemort, on the other hand, had this strange mixture of anger and glee coursing through him. I didn’t understand what was going on until Voldemort started to speak to Malfoy.” Harry’s eyes went unfocused and when he spoke again, it was in Voldemort’s snake-like rasp:
“Sssso, finally, the heir of Malfoy kneelsssss before me. It’sssss a pity not to have your father kneeling there with you. It would be ssssso delightful to have father and ssssson together, don’t you think? But alasssss, Luciusssss had to go and get himssssself killed, didn’t he? Fool. Well, what do you have to ssssay for yourssself, boy? Nothing? Oh, how could I forget about that little ssssssilencing charm? Finite incantatem!”
At this point, Harry seemed to snap back to reality and his eyes cleared.
“Oi, mate! That was right scary! Would you mind not doing that again please?” Ron’s face was as white as a sheet and the others in the room didn’t look much better.
“Sorry,” Harry replied. “I didn’t do it on purpose, it just…happened. I’ll try not to do it again, all right? Shall I continue?” At their nods, he went on in his normal voice.
“Malfoy didn’t answer Voldemort. He just glared at him. Voldemort laughed, then demanded that Malfoy declare his loyalty and take the Dark Mark. Malfoy just stared back at him for a moment, then shook his head and said, “No.” I was stunned, but Voldemort was furious. He demanded Malfoy’s allegiance again and again, the only thing Malfoy said was, “No.” That’s when Voldemort went completely spare—and when things became completely weird for me.”
“Weird? What do you mean Harry?” Remus looked apprehensive.
“Well, I can’t explain it. One minute I’m in Voldemort’s head, but the second he hissed “Crucio,” I wasn’t Voldemort any more, I was Malfoy! Nothing like this has ever happened in one of my visions before. But somehow I was in Malfoy’s head and experiencing every torturous second along with him! Voldemort let up for a moment and ordered Malfoy to submit, but Malfoy refused and he cast the Cruciatus Curse again. It’s hard to remember, but I think this happened twice more before Malfoy blacked out—and I was back seeing through Voldemort’s eyes! The last thing I remember is Voldemort ordering some Death Eaters to “lock the traitor in his room” and I woke up as they were dragging Malfoy away.”
The three wizards and three witches sat in silence, digesting Harry’s revelations. Finally, Hermione broke the silence.
“Harry, does this mean that Malfoy is still V-Voldemort’s prisoner?”
“I…I don’t know. If it’s like most of the other times I’ve—connected with Voldemort, then yes, I think he must be. But if it’s like the time with Sirius…” Harry trailed off as guilt and grief for his godfather reached up to strangle him.
Molly looked sadly at Harry, then turned to ask, “What do you think, Remus?”
Remus looked at Harry. “I think we’d best put in a call to Dumbledore.”
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They do mean so much!