The Prophecy of the Phoenix

Roaming Around the Manor

Voldemort sat on his throne quietly pondering over the day’s events.  He was woken from his deep thoughts by heavy footsteps approaching him.  He looked up to see a rather upset Thomas Goyle; blood dripping from his mouth and nose.  “What do you want!” the dark wizard growled.

“My lord, I thought you ought to know that Potter is loose!  He attacked me in the south corridor.”

“I know.  I let him loose.”

The thuggish looking man stared at him in disbelief.  “But my lord, why?  I thought the plan was to keep him locked up.  He’s less dangerous that way.”

“It was.”

“But I don’t understand.  What made you decide to let him out?”

“I don’t know!” Voldemort yelled.  “I don’t know!”

Thomas shrunk back in fear.  “I’m sorry my lord.  I didn’t mean to question you.  It’s just that… well… he’s causing a lot of trouble.”

“I was going to keep him locked up.  Then I went to see him with the intention of fucking him.  Then I don’t know what happened.  First I was going to kill him, and then I couldn’t deny him anything.”

“What do you want us to do about him?”

“Nothing!  Do nothing.  Leave everything to me.”

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Voldemort followed the trail of blood and chipped bricks in the wall.  He found James dragging one of his deatheaters by the hair.  “What do you think you’re doing!” he roared.

James looked back at him with an annoyed expression.  “I’m baking cookies!  What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

“Crucio!” the dark wizard shouted; sending his prisoner to his knees.  Then he howled as a cloud of dust was thrown into his face breaking his concentration.  “Why you…!” He growled grabbing James by the throat and slamming him against the wall.

The dark haired wizard just stared back with his perfected puppy dog eyes and Voldemort immediately dropped him.  “Go back to your room,” he said in a much softer tone.

“But you said I could roam around!”

“I didn’t say you could terrorize my servants!”

James stood up and moved toward Voldemort until their bodies were touching.  “Oh please… You don’t want to suffocate me do you?” he spoke in his best seductive tone.

“I said go to your room.”

Suddenly James felt a jolt rip through him.  “Okay, okay.  You don’t have to be so mean about it,”

With a sigh he did as he was told laughing to himself the entire way.  He knew he was getting under Voldemort’s skin.  It wasn’t hard either.  “At least I don’t have to keep it up much longer,” he mumbled to himself.  As soon as he entered his room he flopped down on the bed and waited for Voldemort to come fly into a rage.

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A/N:  I know, this was a very short chapter.  It just felt right to end it here for now.  Lots of stress in the forecast so I don’t know when I’ll be able to update again.  Hope you enjoy this chapter though.