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Adult +
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Chapter Two: Chose the Silence
**Please do not comment on how I write. It's simple. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If there are mistakes however, you are more than welcome to point those out. This is Harry/Snape and will get dirty at some point, so please be patient.**
Check back Sept. 12, 2008 (next Friday)for the update.
Italics - Harry's writing
Bold - Harry speaking to Voldemort's mind
CHAPTER TWO: CHOSE THE SILENCE
Try to scream but nobody cares
Through the glass you see the same faces
Hear the voices play, fade like a drum
Ten Black Roses ~ The Rasmus
It had been a year since the battle and it seemed like everyone believed that Harry chose the silence, which he was starting to regret. Everyone but Madam Pomfrey tried to coax him to speak, but it seemed like they were slowly wearing down. Harry laid on his bed up in the Gryffindor dorm, Ron’s light snoring filled the silence. Sighing, Harry sat up from the bed, putting his glasses on.
Slipping silently from the room, careful not to wake Ron, he left the Gryffindor Common Room. Unsure of where he was going, Harry let his feet take him anywhere they wanted. Only vaguely aware of going down some stairs and pushing open a pair of double doors, he was surprised to look up and see that he had made his way to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was checking on her patients when she noticed the doors open to reveal a somewhat sleepy Gryffindor. It wasn’t uncommon for him to come here. He’d often sit with her waiting to feel sleepy again since they couldn’t afford to make Sleeping Draughts to help him.
“Mr. Potter, is something wrong?” She asked, hurrying over to him.
When she had time, the Healer had been teaching Harry how to cast non-verbal spells, one of them the ability to write his words in mid-air.
I couldn’t sleep. Can I ask you something? At her nod he continued. Is there a spell that would allow me to see as if my glasses were on?
“Of course there is. Would you like me to do it?” She asked.
He nodded, and sat on an unoccupied bed while she moved her wand over him. Madam Pomfrey muttered a few Latin words and his vision blurred. Harry removed his glasses and looked up at her, his vision clear as day with his right eyes, and the left was like it had been the last two weeks.
Will my left eye ever be the same?
“No Harry, it will be like this the rest of your life. No matter what we do. I’m sorry.”
Harry waved his hand and shook his head. It wasn’t her fault at all. After giving her a grateful hug, Harry left the infirmary. This time he was well aware of where he was going. Upon reaching the portrait, he tickled the pear, giving him access to the kitchens. The elves crowded around him, but he merely shoved them away, finding the one elf he sought out near the fire.
Sinking into the plush chair next to Winky, Harry picked up a bottle of Firewhiskey. He didn’t ask how she had acquired it or from where, merely grateful that she did. On the table between them was a copy of the new Prophet, now under Death Eater control.
Today’s topic had been Minister Voldemort telling them that their ‘Chosen One’ had abandoned them. That he was in hiding because he feared the Dark Lord’s power. It was not the case, but their numbers were few, and could only diminish because people were so afraid to join. Voldemort had also placed them under ‘castle arrest’, and several Death Eaters were placed by the gate, just outside their wards.
Most things were the same as when they had Scrimgeour under their control. Only the killings were now referred to as ‘executions’. Hogwarts was built like a fortress, and Voldemort had spread word that it was where Harry was hiding, and anyone wanting to join them, was welcome to. He forgot to mention that they had to go through the Ministry to do so, even then only purebloods and half-bloods were allowed access. Perhaps Voldemort knew that the more people living there, the less and less supplies they would have. Eventually someone would have to come out. Harry knew that he’d be the only one allowed to pass by them un-cursed, their leader’s orders, but no one would sell him anything to him.
Just last week he walked by them to pick up supplies, but found he had been denied, and that he needed a card of identification from the Ministry. He had wanted to go straight to the Ministry then, but he knew others would come in search of him.
With half a bottle of Firewhiskey in him, he stood, Magicked his pajamas into clothes and shoes and left the kitchen. Upon reaching the front door, he undid all the alarms, charms and barriers, walking out, then redoing them.
He confidently walked past the half-dousing Death Eaters and Apparated away to the Ministry. Upon reaching the visitor’s entrance there was a Death Eater guarding it. The man looked slightly shocked that ‘The Harry Potter’ would be so brave as to come into the pit of snakes. Following the Death Eater, Harry noticed that inside the Ministry had changed. When asked for his wand, he gave it up easily, knowing that he did not need it for magic.
After being escorted to the Minister’s office, Harry knocked proudly on the door. It opened at Voldemort’s hiss and Harry saw Nagini had answered it. An evil grin spread over his face at seeing the enemy before him. Harry smiled at him as he petted Nagini head as he passed to stand in front of the creature who had stolen almost everything from him.
“Harry Potter, you must be out of your mind to have come here unarmed and alone. I see my little spell left a wonderful scar. Tell me, did it do what it was supposed to?” Voldemort sneered happily.
“Of course it did. And I’m not afraid of you. You won’t kill me, nor can you imprison me.” Voldemort was surprised to hear Harry’s voice in his head.
“Why do you say that? I still have Nagini as my Horcrux, you being alive means nothing. As for imprisoning you, what makes you so sure that I won’t?” Voldemort sat back, a victorious smile on his face.
“You can’t kill me, because if I die, then so does Nagini, being mute has taught me non-verbal spells as well as wandless spells. As for imprisoning me, I’m connected to your mind, you can’t block me out,” Harry smirked wider.
“Fine, what do you want?” Voldemort said angrily.
“If you keep us from getting supplies, I’ll starve to death, you know. The more people you send to us, the more food we have to share.” Voldemort frowned.
“I’ll give you supplies, if you-“
“No, there is no negotiating this. You feed us or you die, because face it, without the two of us, you’re vulnerable. One single Killing Curse and you’ll be dead forever.” Harry paused as if hearing something. “No changing what you’re already doing, if you don’t continue to send people to us, I won’t tell you a secret.”
“What secret is that, Potter?” Voldemort seemed intrigued.
“The Prophecy. I’ll tell you the Prophecy.”
Voldemort was not fooled. “How long do I have to send them to you, before I get this Prophecy.”
“One year. In one year we’ll meet and I will tell you the Prophecy. A truce until then, no killing the other side’s men unless they overstep the truce first. My men will carry a fake Galleon with their name on it, and you send me a list of your people. We’ll agree to what you allow, as long as it’s enough to feed us,” Harry said to Voldemort’s mind.
“Very well. Sign this contract,” A contract appeared before him, and Harry carefully looked it over making sure it was exactly what he wanted before signing it.
With that accomplished, he left Voldemort’s office, once again patting Nagini on the head and leaving the Ministry all together, after retrieving his wand.
Once he reached Hogwarts all but one Death Eater was gone. Then upon reaching the castle everyone was in a frenzy, wondering where he had gone. Ron was the first to notice him, and stopped, hugging him tightly.
“Harry! There’s only one Death Eater at the gate. We’re going to take him down! Where were you?” Ron rambled.
Harry held up a hand for silence, like he was going to explain with his own voice. Yet, when he began to write in the air, explaining what had taken place that night, the excited silence from earlier eased into whispering here and there.
Most people started to get excited once he neared the end, but Harry did warn that killing on either side could start the war over again. Looking to Hermione when he reached the part that everyone would have Galleons, his eyes spoke what he could not, and she nodded and began making them, while Ron handed them out.
“These coins will inform us if one of you has died by the hands of Voldemort's men, so keep it on you at all times. When someone does fall…all the coins will light up, telling you to come back here. Some of us will stay behind to keep up the wards. If someone betrays us, the coin will grow hot and all of you should go into hiding on your own.” Hermione explained.
“What are you going to do?” Someone in the crowd asked.
Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded.
“We’re going to come up with a plan to get rid of Voldemort once and for all.”
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Inugrl2004: Well, here's chapter 2! Yay!!
Check back Sept. 12, 2008 (next Friday)for the update.
Italics - Harry's writing
Bold - Harry speaking to Voldemort's mind
CHAPTER TWO: CHOSE THE SILENCE
Try to scream but nobody cares
Through the glass you see the same faces
Hear the voices play, fade like a drum
Ten Black Roses ~ The Rasmus
It had been a year since the battle and it seemed like everyone believed that Harry chose the silence, which he was starting to regret. Everyone but Madam Pomfrey tried to coax him to speak, but it seemed like they were slowly wearing down. Harry laid on his bed up in the Gryffindor dorm, Ron’s light snoring filled the silence. Sighing, Harry sat up from the bed, putting his glasses on.
Slipping silently from the room, careful not to wake Ron, he left the Gryffindor Common Room. Unsure of where he was going, Harry let his feet take him anywhere they wanted. Only vaguely aware of going down some stairs and pushing open a pair of double doors, he was surprised to look up and see that he had made his way to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was checking on her patients when she noticed the doors open to reveal a somewhat sleepy Gryffindor. It wasn’t uncommon for him to come here. He’d often sit with her waiting to feel sleepy again since they couldn’t afford to make Sleeping Draughts to help him.
“Mr. Potter, is something wrong?” She asked, hurrying over to him.
When she had time, the Healer had been teaching Harry how to cast non-verbal spells, one of them the ability to write his words in mid-air.
I couldn’t sleep. Can I ask you something? At her nod he continued. Is there a spell that would allow me to see as if my glasses were on?
“Of course there is. Would you like me to do it?” She asked.
He nodded, and sat on an unoccupied bed while she moved her wand over him. Madam Pomfrey muttered a few Latin words and his vision blurred. Harry removed his glasses and looked up at her, his vision clear as day with his right eyes, and the left was like it had been the last two weeks.
Will my left eye ever be the same?
“No Harry, it will be like this the rest of your life. No matter what we do. I’m sorry.”
Harry waved his hand and shook his head. It wasn’t her fault at all. After giving her a grateful hug, Harry left the infirmary. This time he was well aware of where he was going. Upon reaching the portrait, he tickled the pear, giving him access to the kitchens. The elves crowded around him, but he merely shoved them away, finding the one elf he sought out near the fire.
Sinking into the plush chair next to Winky, Harry picked up a bottle of Firewhiskey. He didn’t ask how she had acquired it or from where, merely grateful that she did. On the table between them was a copy of the new Prophet, now under Death Eater control.
Today’s topic had been Minister Voldemort telling them that their ‘Chosen One’ had abandoned them. That he was in hiding because he feared the Dark Lord’s power. It was not the case, but their numbers were few, and could only diminish because people were so afraid to join. Voldemort had also placed them under ‘castle arrest’, and several Death Eaters were placed by the gate, just outside their wards.
Most things were the same as when they had Scrimgeour under their control. Only the killings were now referred to as ‘executions’. Hogwarts was built like a fortress, and Voldemort had spread word that it was where Harry was hiding, and anyone wanting to join them, was welcome to. He forgot to mention that they had to go through the Ministry to do so, even then only purebloods and half-bloods were allowed access. Perhaps Voldemort knew that the more people living there, the less and less supplies they would have. Eventually someone would have to come out. Harry knew that he’d be the only one allowed to pass by them un-cursed, their leader’s orders, but no one would sell him anything to him.
Just last week he walked by them to pick up supplies, but found he had been denied, and that he needed a card of identification from the Ministry. He had wanted to go straight to the Ministry then, but he knew others would come in search of him.
With half a bottle of Firewhiskey in him, he stood, Magicked his pajamas into clothes and shoes and left the kitchen. Upon reaching the front door, he undid all the alarms, charms and barriers, walking out, then redoing them.
He confidently walked past the half-dousing Death Eaters and Apparated away to the Ministry. Upon reaching the visitor’s entrance there was a Death Eater guarding it. The man looked slightly shocked that ‘The Harry Potter’ would be so brave as to come into the pit of snakes. Following the Death Eater, Harry noticed that inside the Ministry had changed. When asked for his wand, he gave it up easily, knowing that he did not need it for magic.
After being escorted to the Minister’s office, Harry knocked proudly on the door. It opened at Voldemort’s hiss and Harry saw Nagini had answered it. An evil grin spread over his face at seeing the enemy before him. Harry smiled at him as he petted Nagini head as he passed to stand in front of the creature who had stolen almost everything from him.
“Harry Potter, you must be out of your mind to have come here unarmed and alone. I see my little spell left a wonderful scar. Tell me, did it do what it was supposed to?” Voldemort sneered happily.
“Of course it did. And I’m not afraid of you. You won’t kill me, nor can you imprison me.” Voldemort was surprised to hear Harry’s voice in his head.
“Why do you say that? I still have Nagini as my Horcrux, you being alive means nothing. As for imprisoning you, what makes you so sure that I won’t?” Voldemort sat back, a victorious smile on his face.
“You can’t kill me, because if I die, then so does Nagini, being mute has taught me non-verbal spells as well as wandless spells. As for imprisoning me, I’m connected to your mind, you can’t block me out,” Harry smirked wider.
“Fine, what do you want?” Voldemort said angrily.
“If you keep us from getting supplies, I’ll starve to death, you know. The more people you send to us, the more food we have to share.” Voldemort frowned.
“I’ll give you supplies, if you-“
“No, there is no negotiating this. You feed us or you die, because face it, without the two of us, you’re vulnerable. One single Killing Curse and you’ll be dead forever.” Harry paused as if hearing something. “No changing what you’re already doing, if you don’t continue to send people to us, I won’t tell you a secret.”
“What secret is that, Potter?” Voldemort seemed intrigued.
“The Prophecy. I’ll tell you the Prophecy.”
Voldemort was not fooled. “How long do I have to send them to you, before I get this Prophecy.”
“One year. In one year we’ll meet and I will tell you the Prophecy. A truce until then, no killing the other side’s men unless they overstep the truce first. My men will carry a fake Galleon with their name on it, and you send me a list of your people. We’ll agree to what you allow, as long as it’s enough to feed us,” Harry said to Voldemort’s mind.
“Very well. Sign this contract,” A contract appeared before him, and Harry carefully looked it over making sure it was exactly what he wanted before signing it.
With that accomplished, he left Voldemort’s office, once again patting Nagini on the head and leaving the Ministry all together, after retrieving his wand.
Once he reached Hogwarts all but one Death Eater was gone. Then upon reaching the castle everyone was in a frenzy, wondering where he had gone. Ron was the first to notice him, and stopped, hugging him tightly.
“Harry! There’s only one Death Eater at the gate. We’re going to take him down! Where were you?” Ron rambled.
Harry held up a hand for silence, like he was going to explain with his own voice. Yet, when he began to write in the air, explaining what had taken place that night, the excited silence from earlier eased into whispering here and there.
Most people started to get excited once he neared the end, but Harry did warn that killing on either side could start the war over again. Looking to Hermione when he reached the part that everyone would have Galleons, his eyes spoke what he could not, and she nodded and began making them, while Ron handed them out.
“These coins will inform us if one of you has died by the hands of Voldemort's men, so keep it on you at all times. When someone does fall…all the coins will light up, telling you to come back here. Some of us will stay behind to keep up the wards. If someone betrays us, the coin will grow hot and all of you should go into hiding on your own.” Hermione explained.
“What are you going to do?” Someone in the crowd asked.
Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded.
“We’re going to come up with a plan to get rid of Voldemort once and for all.”
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Inugrl2004: Well, here's chapter 2! Yay!!