Seduction of Darkness
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Change of Plans
Disclaimer: I\'d send you straight to St. Mungos if you thought I own Harry Potter.
Parseltongue
thoughts
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta ? MadeWithLemons
Chapter 12
Change of Plans
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Harry walked quietly down a small hallway. He stopped in front of a statue.
\"Open.\" He hissed to the snake.
The statue moved backwards, revealing a stairway down to the ground.
Harry walked down the stairs, ordering the statue back to its place as he went. At the bottom of the stairs was a potion lab with thousands of ancient potion books. He’d discovered the place accidentally whilst talking to a small snake.
He knelt down at the bubbling cauldron in the corner. Ingredients were all over the ground, with a book opened beside the cauldron.
Harry carefully flipped the book\'s page. He glanced at the instructions, and gathered the ingredients that the potion required.
He dropped the ingredients carefully into the cauldron and stirred the potion 9 times counter-clock wise. Now the potion had to simmer for a month before he could add his own blood, according to the book.
A few weeks ago he had been wandering around the house whilst talking to a snake that he had found in the garden. The statue moved when he walked past it, revealing the stairs under the Manor. Harry was surprised when the room appeared to be a potions lab. In the lab he’d stumbled upon a book, where he’d found the Imperio Potion that he was making right now.
That potion had been the centre of his whole plan. When the potion was finished he would slip it into Voldemort\'s drink and control him, then order the Death Eaters (using Voldemort) to release his friends and unfortunately, Dumbledore.
Sometimes he wondered why he was going to release Dumbledore. The bastard had lied, manipulated him. And that cost him Sirius\' life. But a part of him felt guilty. He was going to go dark, he knew it. He had no choice since he was Voldemort\'s mate. Contrary to popular belief, he didn\'t want to kill Voldemort. He didn\'t want to kill anyone. Harry often wondered Dumbledore\'s reaction if he found out he couldn\'t cast Avada Kedavra.
\"Yeah, yeah, yeah,\" his Slytherin voice said, \"Remind me why are you saving Dumbledore again?\"
The Gryffindor side of him rolled his eyes.
\"It\'s a way to say thank you for accepting me into Hogwarts!\"
The Slytherin scoffed.
\"Whatever. Stupid Gryffindor. Maybe that\'s why you couldn\'t cast Avada Kedavra. Always so grateful.\"
Harry growled as he batted the voices away. They were always there...always annoying him. He cast a glance at the cauldron again. The potion would last for twelve hours. That\'s more than enough time. He just hoped that he wouldn\'t regret it when the potion\'s effects would fade.
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Voldemort scowled as he made his way to the Throne Room. His Veela blood was becoming outrageous. He could barely...fine, he couldn\'t control himself anymore in front of Harry. It was a strange feeling. Whenever he saw Harry, he just didn’t want to leave him. He wanted to hold Harry in his arms and never let go.
\"Argh\" Voldemort thought, as he scratched his throat uncomfortably, \"All of this sweet talk...and thoughts...are killing me.\"
He didn\'t even know what he was thinking when he promised Harry to turn Wormtail in. Hell, when he promised the boy anything at all.
\"I WASN\'T thinking at all.\" Voldemort mumbled to himself.
As much as he despised Wormtail, he had to admit the rat was useful. Now because of Harry, he had to give up his most trusted...although disgusting and … pathetic...servant.
\"Well, this is what I have to sacrifice to rule the Veelas.\" He thought.
He walked into the Throne Room and sneered at Malfoy, who was kneeling in front the throne.
\"Malfoy,\" He hissed, sitting down in the throne, \"what do you want?\"
Lucius kissed the hem of Voldemort\'s robes. \"My Lord, I apologize for my son\'s actions.\"
Voldemort groaned mentally. That was the whole reason of this visit?
Voldemort raised his eyebrows.
\"You\'re son\'s actions? Please enlighten me. \"Time to play dumb. Maybe he\'ll just take the hint and go away.
Lucius panicked instead.
\"My Lord, I apologized for the last meeting with my son. I have punished him for befriending Potter.\"
\"oh great,\" Voldemort cursed Lucius mentally, \"Now there\'s no way out of this mess. I’ll have to tell him. Why didn\'t he just take the hint and go?\"
\"Lucius,\" He signed, \"Follow me.\"
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Harry climbed up to the abandoned hallway again. He hissed the statue shut and made his way up to his rooms.
As anyone who knew Harry could say, Potions was not Harry’s strongpoint. This was the third time that he had brewed the Imperio Potion. The people down in the dungeons were getting more and more impatient and curious every time he went down to heal them. Especially since the Death Eaters moved them into their own cells. His remembered the last time he visited his friends.
Flashback
\"Harry,\" Ron whined, \"When are we getting out of here??\"
\"I don\'t know!\" Harry snapped and held the vial to Ron\'s lips. Ron tilted his head back and gulped it down.
\"Do you even have a plan?\"
\"Yes, and I\'m trying my best.\"
\"But you said that a month ago! Why are you getting this special treatment anyways?\" Ron grumbled.
\"You don\'t want to know.\" Harry grimaced. He pretty much settled his excuse on the sex slave. \"Well, I have to go. Hermione\'s in the next cell.\"
\"Yeah, and hurry up with whatever you\'re doing!\"
Flashback
Hermione was not any better then Ron. She was even more curious.
Flashback
\"Hey Harry.\" Hermione lifted her head up as Harry entered her cell. Her hands were chained to the wall.
Harry muttered his greetings and gave her the healing potion.
\"Harry,\" Hermione whispered as he swallowed the potion, \"Why would Voldemort keep you as a slave? Wouldn\'t that be more dangerous? I mean you\'re allowed to wonder around the Manor and stuff.\"
Harry swallowed. Maybe his excuse wasn\'t as perfect as he thought it would be. He even fooled Dumbledore with it. Hermione was too smart for her own good.
\"I don\'t know.\" Harry thought of something fast, \"Maybe he\'s trying to get me on his side, you know, show me who\'s the boss. I haven\'t got my wand anyways.\" That was the truth.
\"Harry, you can escape the Manor easily. Without a wand.\" Hermione frowned.
\"Shit,\" Harry thought.
\"If I escape, then he\'d kill you guys faster then you can say Avada Kedavra.\" Harry managed to have a decent answer, \"He knows that I wouldn\'t want my friends dead.\"
\"But he was going to kill you anyway,\" Harry thought bitterly, \"Despite the fact that I\'m his mate. In the end it\'s me who has to come up with a plan and rescue everyone.\"
\"I have to go. I think he\'s expecting me.\" Harry tried to look disgusted.
\"I\'m sorry Harry, you have to go through all of that.\" Hermione gave him a pitiful look as he closed the cell.
Flashback
Now Harry avoided talking to anyone during the healing process. It was just too dangerous to fool around them. Especially Hermione. Ron was the most annoying. It seemed like he was blaming him for not rescuing him instead of thanking him for doing this at all.
Harry rounded a corner and jumped back when he saw Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy enter the Dark Lord\'s chambers. Jealousy filled him instantly. Was Voldemort cheating on him? Lucius Malfoy wasn\'t a bad looking guy. He was drop dead sexy, in fact. He felt a sharp pain on his chest as he thought of HIS Voldemort kissing Malfoy.
“Just when I thought I was falling for him.” Harry thought painfully, “Great timing. If I knew this sooner it might not be this painful.”
He crept beside the door as they got inside. If Voldemort was cheating on him, then he would catch them right in the act.
The door was slightly opened but he couldn\'t see anything without drawing their attention. So he sat down beside the door and waited for a moan to come out, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest.
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Voldemort sat on his favourite armchair in front of the fire as Lucius carefully sat down on the couch, his body tense and looked as if ready to receive a Crucio.
“Lucius,” Voldemort started, “You do consider yourself as my most-trusted Death Eater, don’t you?”
“Y..Yes.” Lucius stammered, obviously ignorant of the right answer to the question.
“Tell me, can I trust you?” Voldemort eyed him.
“Yes.” Lucius answered nervously. Why was the Dark Lord asking this?
Voldemort paused for a moment before speaking again.
“Good. You’re probably wondering why I haven’t punished you, or more exactly, your son for befriending Harry Potter?”
Lucius nodded and relaxed. The Dark Lord was not going to punish him. Was he finally going soft?
“Well, before I tell you the story, you should know that my parents are still alive.” He watched in amusement as Lucius suppressed a gasp.
“My Lord, I thought they were dead 30 years ago.”
“No. Apparently, my Mother and Father are Veelas.” Voldemort summoned some wine and two glasses. “My Father is the King, to be exact.”
Lucius’ eyes were the size of saucers. No wonder he was so powerful. A Royal Veela was almost indestructible.
“Every Veela has a mate.” Voldemort leaned back on the armchair and sipped his wine. “And mine just happens to be Harry Potter.”
Lucius choked on his wine. He sat the glass down on the table quickly as he coughed, hiding his mouth behind his hands. Voldemort waited patiently as Lucius struggled to catch his breath.
“My Lord,” Lucius panted as soon as he was able to talk, “That is impossible.”
“No,” Voldemort shook his head, “The real reason I couldn’t kill him 16 years ago was because he was my mate.”
“He would never believe you, My Lord,” Lucius said slowly, still taking the information in, “He wouldn’t feel anything but hatred for you.”
Voldemort smirked.
“Actually, he’s up in the East Wing, resting I believe.”
Lucius stared at him in shock.
“He’s in the Manor?”
Voldemort’s smirk got wider.
Lucius slumped on the couch. Who would have guessed? The Boy-Who-Lived and the Dark Lord.
“My Lord, what are you planning to do with the prisoners?” Lucius asked.
Voldemort scowled.
“Just because I am involved with Potter doesn’t mean I have gone soft. The prisoners will die in the most painful way possible, no matter what Potter says.” Voldemort snarled, “I will place them all in a one cell on the night of full moon. Then Lupin will kill them all. Painfully.”
Lucius nodded. They both didn’t notice as a person outside the door ran down the corridor.
“You’re dismissed.” Voldemort sighed, “Never speak of this to anyone, understand?”
“Yes, My Lord,” Lucius bowed and retreated out of the room.
Inside the room Voldemort gulped down all of his wine and got up. Lucius was the only Death Eater he could actually take to, as a person, not a servant. He trusted Lucius dearly, and he hoped that Lucius was worth his trust.
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Harry pressed his left ear to the wall.
“Lucius,” A voice that was clearly Voldemort said, “You do consider yourself as my most-trusted Death Eater, do you?”
“Y..Yes.” Lucius stammered.
“Tell me, can I trust you?” Voldemort said.
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re probably wondering why I haven’t punished you, or more exactly, your son for befriending Harry Potter?”
Harry let out a breath that he was holding. Voldemort wasn’t cheating on him! It was a relief that Draco didn’t get punished too.
“Well, before I tell you the story, you should know that my parents are still alive.” Voldemort’s said.
Harry frowned. Voldemort was going to tell Malfoy the truth then. He couldn’t help but feel hurt. Voldemort hadn’t even told him about his real parents.
“My Lord, I thought they were dead 30 years ago.”
“No. Apparently, my Mother and Father are Veelas. My Father is the King, to be exact.”
Harry’s eyes went wide. Voldemort was a Prince? He scooted closer to the door.
“Every Veela has a mate. And mine just happens to be Harry Potter.”
Harry smiled at this. The thought about he being Voldemort’s mate brought a warm feeling inside.
There was coughing and the sound of glass hitting the table. Harry controlled his giggles. Obviously Malfoy isn’t taking this well.
“My Lord, That is impossible.” Malfoy said.
“No, The real reason I couldn’t kill him 16 years ago was because he was my mate.”
“He would never believe you, My Lord. He would feel anything but hatred for you.”
Harry smirked. Wait till he hears the truth.
“Actually, he’s up in the East Wing, resting I believe.”
It was now that Harry wondered if Malfoy was going to faint.
“He’s in the Manor?”
Apparently not.
Harry got up from the wall and started to make his way to his rooms. The conversation was almost over and he didn’t want to get caught.
“My Lord, what are you planning to do with the prisoners?” Came out Malfoy’s voice.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and ran back to the door, trying to be as quiet as he could.
“Just because I am involved with Potter doesn’t mean I have gone soft. The prisoners will die in the most painful way possible, no matter what Potter says.” Voldemort snarled, “I will place them all in a one cell on the night of full moon. Then Lupin will kill them all. Painfully.”
Harry sighed softly and looked down in disappointment. For a moment he almost thought Voldemort would spare his friends.
Harry retreated back to his rooms as soon as Voldemort dismissed Malfoy. Sitting down on his bed, he buried his head in his pillow.
So Voldemort’s going to use Remus as a killing machine. That was…very cruel of him.
“What did you expect?” A small voice in his head said, ”He is the Dark Lord, after all.”
“Well, at least I have the potion.” Harry muttered. Then he remembered something.
“The full moon is in two weeks!” He exclaimed. The potion isn’t going to be finished for at least a month.
He groaned and buried his head deeper in his pillow. Now he had to come up with a new plan. If he didn’t help his friends in time…they were going to be eaten alive.
A/N
Yeah I know in the sixth book Harry rocks at Potions…but let’s just erase that from our memories, shall we? After all, this fic happens in the sixth year. Sorry for delaying the update. Here I thought people were going to take weeks to read the sixth book. Apparently I was wrong. The day after the book was released people started bugging me again. How can you possibly read 600 pages in one day?
Parseltongue
thoughts
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta ? MadeWithLemons
Chapter 12
Change of Plans
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Harry walked quietly down a small hallway. He stopped in front of a statue.
\"Open.\" He hissed to the snake.
The statue moved backwards, revealing a stairway down to the ground.
Harry walked down the stairs, ordering the statue back to its place as he went. At the bottom of the stairs was a potion lab with thousands of ancient potion books. He’d discovered the place accidentally whilst talking to a small snake.
He knelt down at the bubbling cauldron in the corner. Ingredients were all over the ground, with a book opened beside the cauldron.
Harry carefully flipped the book\'s page. He glanced at the instructions, and gathered the ingredients that the potion required.
He dropped the ingredients carefully into the cauldron and stirred the potion 9 times counter-clock wise. Now the potion had to simmer for a month before he could add his own blood, according to the book.
A few weeks ago he had been wandering around the house whilst talking to a snake that he had found in the garden. The statue moved when he walked past it, revealing the stairs under the Manor. Harry was surprised when the room appeared to be a potions lab. In the lab he’d stumbled upon a book, where he’d found the Imperio Potion that he was making right now.
That potion had been the centre of his whole plan. When the potion was finished he would slip it into Voldemort\'s drink and control him, then order the Death Eaters (using Voldemort) to release his friends and unfortunately, Dumbledore.
Sometimes he wondered why he was going to release Dumbledore. The bastard had lied, manipulated him. And that cost him Sirius\' life. But a part of him felt guilty. He was going to go dark, he knew it. He had no choice since he was Voldemort\'s mate. Contrary to popular belief, he didn\'t want to kill Voldemort. He didn\'t want to kill anyone. Harry often wondered Dumbledore\'s reaction if he found out he couldn\'t cast Avada Kedavra.
\"Yeah, yeah, yeah,\" his Slytherin voice said, \"Remind me why are you saving Dumbledore again?\"
The Gryffindor side of him rolled his eyes.
\"It\'s a way to say thank you for accepting me into Hogwarts!\"
The Slytherin scoffed.
\"Whatever. Stupid Gryffindor. Maybe that\'s why you couldn\'t cast Avada Kedavra. Always so grateful.\"
Harry growled as he batted the voices away. They were always there...always annoying him. He cast a glance at the cauldron again. The potion would last for twelve hours. That\'s more than enough time. He just hoped that he wouldn\'t regret it when the potion\'s effects would fade.
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Voldemort scowled as he made his way to the Throne Room. His Veela blood was becoming outrageous. He could barely...fine, he couldn\'t control himself anymore in front of Harry. It was a strange feeling. Whenever he saw Harry, he just didn’t want to leave him. He wanted to hold Harry in his arms and never let go.
\"Argh\" Voldemort thought, as he scratched his throat uncomfortably, \"All of this sweet talk...and thoughts...are killing me.\"
He didn\'t even know what he was thinking when he promised Harry to turn Wormtail in. Hell, when he promised the boy anything at all.
\"I WASN\'T thinking at all.\" Voldemort mumbled to himself.
As much as he despised Wormtail, he had to admit the rat was useful. Now because of Harry, he had to give up his most trusted...although disgusting and … pathetic...servant.
\"Well, this is what I have to sacrifice to rule the Veelas.\" He thought.
He walked into the Throne Room and sneered at Malfoy, who was kneeling in front the throne.
\"Malfoy,\" He hissed, sitting down in the throne, \"what do you want?\"
Lucius kissed the hem of Voldemort\'s robes. \"My Lord, I apologize for my son\'s actions.\"
Voldemort groaned mentally. That was the whole reason of this visit?
Voldemort raised his eyebrows.
\"You\'re son\'s actions? Please enlighten me. \"Time to play dumb. Maybe he\'ll just take the hint and go away.
Lucius panicked instead.
\"My Lord, I apologized for the last meeting with my son. I have punished him for befriending Potter.\"
\"oh great,\" Voldemort cursed Lucius mentally, \"Now there\'s no way out of this mess. I’ll have to tell him. Why didn\'t he just take the hint and go?\"
\"Lucius,\" He signed, \"Follow me.\"
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Harry climbed up to the abandoned hallway again. He hissed the statue shut and made his way up to his rooms.
As anyone who knew Harry could say, Potions was not Harry’s strongpoint. This was the third time that he had brewed the Imperio Potion. The people down in the dungeons were getting more and more impatient and curious every time he went down to heal them. Especially since the Death Eaters moved them into their own cells. His remembered the last time he visited his friends.
Flashback
\"Harry,\" Ron whined, \"When are we getting out of here??\"
\"I don\'t know!\" Harry snapped and held the vial to Ron\'s lips. Ron tilted his head back and gulped it down.
\"Do you even have a plan?\"
\"Yes, and I\'m trying my best.\"
\"But you said that a month ago! Why are you getting this special treatment anyways?\" Ron grumbled.
\"You don\'t want to know.\" Harry grimaced. He pretty much settled his excuse on the sex slave. \"Well, I have to go. Hermione\'s in the next cell.\"
\"Yeah, and hurry up with whatever you\'re doing!\"
Flashback
Hermione was not any better then Ron. She was even more curious.
Flashback
\"Hey Harry.\" Hermione lifted her head up as Harry entered her cell. Her hands were chained to the wall.
Harry muttered his greetings and gave her the healing potion.
\"Harry,\" Hermione whispered as he swallowed the potion, \"Why would Voldemort keep you as a slave? Wouldn\'t that be more dangerous? I mean you\'re allowed to wonder around the Manor and stuff.\"
Harry swallowed. Maybe his excuse wasn\'t as perfect as he thought it would be. He even fooled Dumbledore with it. Hermione was too smart for her own good.
\"I don\'t know.\" Harry thought of something fast, \"Maybe he\'s trying to get me on his side, you know, show me who\'s the boss. I haven\'t got my wand anyways.\" That was the truth.
\"Harry, you can escape the Manor easily. Without a wand.\" Hermione frowned.
\"Shit,\" Harry thought.
\"If I escape, then he\'d kill you guys faster then you can say Avada Kedavra.\" Harry managed to have a decent answer, \"He knows that I wouldn\'t want my friends dead.\"
\"But he was going to kill you anyway,\" Harry thought bitterly, \"Despite the fact that I\'m his mate. In the end it\'s me who has to come up with a plan and rescue everyone.\"
\"I have to go. I think he\'s expecting me.\" Harry tried to look disgusted.
\"I\'m sorry Harry, you have to go through all of that.\" Hermione gave him a pitiful look as he closed the cell.
Flashback
Now Harry avoided talking to anyone during the healing process. It was just too dangerous to fool around them. Especially Hermione. Ron was the most annoying. It seemed like he was blaming him for not rescuing him instead of thanking him for doing this at all.
Harry rounded a corner and jumped back when he saw Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy enter the Dark Lord\'s chambers. Jealousy filled him instantly. Was Voldemort cheating on him? Lucius Malfoy wasn\'t a bad looking guy. He was drop dead sexy, in fact. He felt a sharp pain on his chest as he thought of HIS Voldemort kissing Malfoy.
“Just when I thought I was falling for him.” Harry thought painfully, “Great timing. If I knew this sooner it might not be this painful.”
He crept beside the door as they got inside. If Voldemort was cheating on him, then he would catch them right in the act.
The door was slightly opened but he couldn\'t see anything without drawing their attention. So he sat down beside the door and waited for a moan to come out, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest.
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Voldemort sat on his favourite armchair in front of the fire as Lucius carefully sat down on the couch, his body tense and looked as if ready to receive a Crucio.
“Lucius,” Voldemort started, “You do consider yourself as my most-trusted Death Eater, don’t you?”
“Y..Yes.” Lucius stammered, obviously ignorant of the right answer to the question.
“Tell me, can I trust you?” Voldemort eyed him.
“Yes.” Lucius answered nervously. Why was the Dark Lord asking this?
Voldemort paused for a moment before speaking again.
“Good. You’re probably wondering why I haven’t punished you, or more exactly, your son for befriending Harry Potter?”
Lucius nodded and relaxed. The Dark Lord was not going to punish him. Was he finally going soft?
“Well, before I tell you the story, you should know that my parents are still alive.” He watched in amusement as Lucius suppressed a gasp.
“My Lord, I thought they were dead 30 years ago.”
“No. Apparently, my Mother and Father are Veelas.” Voldemort summoned some wine and two glasses. “My Father is the King, to be exact.”
Lucius’ eyes were the size of saucers. No wonder he was so powerful. A Royal Veela was almost indestructible.
“Every Veela has a mate.” Voldemort leaned back on the armchair and sipped his wine. “And mine just happens to be Harry Potter.”
Lucius choked on his wine. He sat the glass down on the table quickly as he coughed, hiding his mouth behind his hands. Voldemort waited patiently as Lucius struggled to catch his breath.
“My Lord,” Lucius panted as soon as he was able to talk, “That is impossible.”
“No,” Voldemort shook his head, “The real reason I couldn’t kill him 16 years ago was because he was my mate.”
“He would never believe you, My Lord,” Lucius said slowly, still taking the information in, “He wouldn’t feel anything but hatred for you.”
Voldemort smirked.
“Actually, he’s up in the East Wing, resting I believe.”
Lucius stared at him in shock.
“He’s in the Manor?”
Voldemort’s smirk got wider.
Lucius slumped on the couch. Who would have guessed? The Boy-Who-Lived and the Dark Lord.
“My Lord, what are you planning to do with the prisoners?” Lucius asked.
Voldemort scowled.
“Just because I am involved with Potter doesn’t mean I have gone soft. The prisoners will die in the most painful way possible, no matter what Potter says.” Voldemort snarled, “I will place them all in a one cell on the night of full moon. Then Lupin will kill them all. Painfully.”
Lucius nodded. They both didn’t notice as a person outside the door ran down the corridor.
“You’re dismissed.” Voldemort sighed, “Never speak of this to anyone, understand?”
“Yes, My Lord,” Lucius bowed and retreated out of the room.
Inside the room Voldemort gulped down all of his wine and got up. Lucius was the only Death Eater he could actually take to, as a person, not a servant. He trusted Lucius dearly, and he hoped that Lucius was worth his trust.
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Harry pressed his left ear to the wall.
“Lucius,” A voice that was clearly Voldemort said, “You do consider yourself as my most-trusted Death Eater, do you?”
“Y..Yes.” Lucius stammered.
“Tell me, can I trust you?” Voldemort said.
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re probably wondering why I haven’t punished you, or more exactly, your son for befriending Harry Potter?”
Harry let out a breath that he was holding. Voldemort wasn’t cheating on him! It was a relief that Draco didn’t get punished too.
“Well, before I tell you the story, you should know that my parents are still alive.” Voldemort’s said.
Harry frowned. Voldemort was going to tell Malfoy the truth then. He couldn’t help but feel hurt. Voldemort hadn’t even told him about his real parents.
“My Lord, I thought they were dead 30 years ago.”
“No. Apparently, my Mother and Father are Veelas. My Father is the King, to be exact.”
Harry’s eyes went wide. Voldemort was a Prince? He scooted closer to the door.
“Every Veela has a mate. And mine just happens to be Harry Potter.”
Harry smiled at this. The thought about he being Voldemort’s mate brought a warm feeling inside.
There was coughing and the sound of glass hitting the table. Harry controlled his giggles. Obviously Malfoy isn’t taking this well.
“My Lord, That is impossible.” Malfoy said.
“No, The real reason I couldn’t kill him 16 years ago was because he was my mate.”
“He would never believe you, My Lord. He would feel anything but hatred for you.”
Harry smirked. Wait till he hears the truth.
“Actually, he’s up in the East Wing, resting I believe.”
It was now that Harry wondered if Malfoy was going to faint.
“He’s in the Manor?”
Apparently not.
Harry got up from the wall and started to make his way to his rooms. The conversation was almost over and he didn’t want to get caught.
“My Lord, what are you planning to do with the prisoners?” Came out Malfoy’s voice.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and ran back to the door, trying to be as quiet as he could.
“Just because I am involved with Potter doesn’t mean I have gone soft. The prisoners will die in the most painful way possible, no matter what Potter says.” Voldemort snarled, “I will place them all in a one cell on the night of full moon. Then Lupin will kill them all. Painfully.”
Harry sighed softly and looked down in disappointment. For a moment he almost thought Voldemort would spare his friends.
Harry retreated back to his rooms as soon as Voldemort dismissed Malfoy. Sitting down on his bed, he buried his head in his pillow.
So Voldemort’s going to use Remus as a killing machine. That was…very cruel of him.
“What did you expect?” A small voice in his head said, ”He is the Dark Lord, after all.”
“Well, at least I have the potion.” Harry muttered. Then he remembered something.
“The full moon is in two weeks!” He exclaimed. The potion isn’t going to be finished for at least a month.
He groaned and buried his head deeper in his pillow. Now he had to come up with a new plan. If he didn’t help his friends in time…they were going to be eaten alive.
A/N
Yeah I know in the sixth book Harry rocks at Potions…but let’s just erase that from our memories, shall we? After all, this fic happens in the sixth year. Sorry for delaying the update. Here I thought people were going to take weeks to read the sixth book. Apparently I was wrong. The day after the book was released people started bugging me again. How can you possibly read 600 pages in one day?