Together

Over the next two weeks Harry trained with his mate. Both knew that Dumbledore had to be brought down and both needed to practice, I mean, even Voldie gets rusty after nothing but sitting on his lazy but and crucio’ing everybody. Ellie also trained though she preferred to hang out with friends and go shopping like most teenage witches her age.

Currently the odd couple were torturing a few muggles that were captured during the last raid. Harry was having to practice his unforgivables while Voldemort, or Tom as Harry now called him, was practicing different ways to torture and kill people. Tom had vines coming up and going down the muggle’s throat and ripping her apart from the inside out while in the process, spraying blood everywhere.

Harry looked around and at his blood soaked clothes. “Did that one have to be so bloody,” he said in disgust.

Tom placed a cleaning charm on both them and the room. Before he could answer an voice spoke that was unfamiliar to Harry but made Tom very nervous.

“Ah, but what’s a death without blood?” the voice asked chuckling.

Both turned around to face this new person. There stood a woman who looked to be about seventeen and stood about 5’9”. She had shoulder length blue-black hair and wore a tight black UnderOATH T-shirt and baggy jeans. She had fair skin and golden, almost animal-like, eyes. Her nose and left eyebrow were pierced along with four holes in each of her ears. All in all, she looked like a vampire, especially because her skin looked so pale.

“Ali, I hadn’t expected you back so soon,” Tom said stiffly, his eyes narrowing.

“But I couldn’t leave my favorite grandson here all alone, though it seems you aren’t quite as alone as you were on my last visit,” she said pleasantly, her voice betraying she was French. “Now why don’t you please introduce me to this hansom young man you have here.”

“Oh, sorry,” Tom said blushing. “Ali this is Harry Potter, my mate. Harry, this is Ali Slytherin, my grandmother.”

That startled Harry. “Slytherin? As in Salazar Slytherin. And what do you mean grandmother?”

Tom wrung his hand together as he watched as Harry stared curiously at him and as Ali just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Ali got a mischievous glint in her eye, one that was well known to Tom. “You haven’t told him about me? I’m insulted. Well Harry, I’m not really his grandmother. There’s a lot of greats in there let me tell you. I’m Salazar Slytherin’s daughter and only child.”

Harry just stood there, to shocked to say or do anything. Will the surprises every end. He was snapped out of his shocked stupor by a gently chiding voice.

“Tsk, tsk Harry. Flies, flies!”

“Huh?” asked Harry confused.

“They’ll fly right into your mouth if you don’t shut it,” Ali said, chuckling. “Now am I correct in my assumption that you have questions?”

“Yeah. How the hell are you Salazar Slytherin’s daughter? He’s been dead a millennia!”

It was Tom’s turn to speak. “Harry, what do you know about vampires?”

Now it was Harry’s turn to faint. All his life Harry had feared that vampires would steal him away at night and suck his blood. He never ventured outside past sundown after he saw ‘Dracula.’

Once Tom said ‘vampires’ the remaining muggles began to scream and back up against the wall. Oops, Tom forgot about them. After calling for Wormtail and making him clean up the bodies and take the remaining muggles to the dungeons, he picked Harry up and took him over to a couch that Ali conjured.

“Now tell me why you’re here,” Tom demanded as he turned back to Ali. “Why have you left the vampires before the ten year plan you set up?”

The ten year plan was really nothing more then an agreement between the two that Ali wouldn’t bother Tom but once every ten years. It wasn’t official but it was verbally agreed to.

“It’s partly about Brett but the other part is the war. I’m going to help you in the war. I want to be a death eater as long as I don’t have to slobber all over your boots like the rest of them,” she said seriously.

Tom looked warily at his ancestor. “And just why would a vampire want to join a human war?”

Ali smiled cheekily. “And just why would one who is part vampire and half veela want to join the war?”

“You know the vampire blood is highly diluted. I only get light sensitive eyes.”

Ali looked around acting bored. Waving off his exuse as though it was an annoying fly she said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say o’ mighty snake-face.”

“Crucio!”

But before the spell hit Ali she apparated without a sound. Before he knew it, Tom was face down on the floor with Ali behind him laughing and Harry, who had woke up in time to see it all play out, sitting on the couch laughing at him. With an indignant huff the Dark Lord Snake-Face got up off the floor.

“You know, you really shouldn’t be laughing right now,” Tom said to Harry.

Harry just stuck out his tongue which sent Ali into gales of laughter. Soon Harry was laughing again too. With a defeated sigh Tom slumped onto the couch next to Harry.

With Dumbles…

Dumbledore sighed. His precious pawn was gone. Try as he might the press would get hold of Harry’s disappearance sooner or later. The members of the Order were starting to get restless. They wanted to see their savior. Dumbles looked around the table at the other order members. They all waited patiently for news of their golden boy.

Dumbledore stood up and raised a hand as though to silence everybody, though none were talking. ‘Acting all high and mighty you old coot?’ Lupin thought bitterly.

Out of all of them, Lupin was the only one who really cared about Harry’s safety. The rest only wanted him to kill Voldemort. They only wanted him alive long enough to kill him so they could ignore him like they longed for.

What he didn’t know was that the Weasley twins were also starting to doubt the man they once thought of as a mentor. They had refused to accept pay to become Harry’s friend. They became his friend because they wanted. The two actually sat quietly as to listen to see if their friend was okay.

“I’m afraid I can’t seem to track Harry down. I’m afraid Voldemort may have gotten to him. But don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will be okay. Severus, have you heard anything?”

Snape glared at the headmaster as per usual. “No word but then again, there hasn’t been any meetings as of late”

“As in he has no idea whatsoever,” Ron muttered.

Snape glared heatedly at the boy but said nothing. The Weasley twins began muttering to one another before being silenced by Dumbledore.

“There’s only a week left before the start of term Severus. Please find out before then. We don’t need the public worrying.”

That was a complete and utter lie. Snape knew that Dumbledore just wanted to protect his image and the idea that Potter was kidnapped where he was deemed safe would rub dirt onto his good name. Snape snorted causing a few people next to him to look at him in confusion. All the more reason he should lie should he find out anything.

After discussing the most recent raid the meeting was over. Of course being the Weasley twins, the two couldn’t help but pull a prank. Alastor Moody was on his way out after a falsely crying Mrs. Weasley when a magical rope appeared at his feet. He tripped and when he did he fell onto a conveniently placed pink pillow. When he got up every part of his face that hit the pillow was pink.

Most of the younger people in the room had burst out laughing. The Weasley twins yelled “Constant Vigilance!” at Moody through their laughter. Muttering to himself, Moody left. But not before casting a few charms at the twins himself. Soon everybody was laughing at the twins who were now dressed like girls, long hair included.

They each wore a pink leather miniskirt, black strappy heals, and a white halter-top that said ‘Hottie’ written in hot pink letters. The fact the prank was on them didn’t stop the twins laughter for a second. In fact, they soon fell to the floor laughing. People trying to leave had to walk carefully as to not step over their waist length red hair.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and dragged a laughing Ron upstairs. Once in Ron’s room Hermione gave Ron a moment to stop laughing before she slapped him.

“Hey! What was that for?” Ron asked as he rubbed the tender red spot where his girlfriend slapped him.

“Other then that I had to stop you from laughing before you suffocated?” Hermione asked sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Ron said stupidly.

Hermione just rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s stupidity. Sometimes she wondered why she even went out with him. Someone of her intelligence should go out with somebody equally smart. But she loved him so there.

“Anyway… what are we going to do if Potter dies? How are we supposed to get that money then? Dumbledore promised he’d split Potter’s volt if we helped him defeat Voldemort. How are we supposed to get that money if he’s dead?” Hermione ranted angrily.

Ron shook his head. “I have no idea.”

Hermione snorted. “When have you ever had one?”

Ron just looked confused. “Had one what?”

Hermione then proceeded to calmly walk over to the wall and start banging her head against it. By the time she sat back down she had a terrible headache which caused her to become even more frustrated.

“Well… I guess we’ll just have to hope Dumbledore can get him back. We can’t do anything else but wait ‘Mione.”

Hermione looked at him in shock. “Since when have you ever chosen to wait? Usually you would want to rush in and save him.”

Ron just shrugged and looked at the wall behind Hermione. “I have my moments I guess.”

Hermione just shrugged and got back to her ranting.

But down the hall the twins were having a different sort of talk. They were not talking of pranks or anything of the sort. They haven’t even bothered to change out of their girly outfits. They were talking about allegiances.

“You know what Gred?”

“Yeah Forge?”

“I’m starting to think that You-Know-Who’s got it right. Maybe separation is better. Plus while we’re there, we could see if Harry’s okay.”

Gred looked thoughtful. He had, of course, thought of this and they had this talk many times over the past week but now he was starting to think that they should act on it. They were in the middle of war for Merlin’s sake! Action was needed.

“I think we should really do this,” Gred said at last.

“Me too. Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

And thus the brilliant plan was set into motion. George wrote the letter and stowed it away so they could send it in the dead of night. Soon they would know if their friend was alive. But they would also be bound to the darkest and most evil wizard of all time. Oh well, only more people to play pranks on if the dark lord didn’t mind.

In the room across the hall Ginny lay on her bed thinking about the day Harry would finally be hers. Dumbledore had promised that once the war was over she would be the one who got to marry the savior. Of course she had to keep up her end of the bargain which was to make Harry fall in love with her and keep him under Dumbledore’s thumb.

Fame and fortune were of course all she cared about. Because they were so poor most of the Weasley’s longed to have a taste of the good life. But most of all, they just wanted to rub all the success they’ll have in the Malfoy’s noses.

A girl can dream can’t she?

Back at Slytherin Manor…

Harry looks up from his dinner with a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong Harry?” Tom asked.

“It feels as though people are talking about me and for some reason the Weasley twins are in skirts…”

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A:N: I couldn’t resist that ending. Anyway, I’m back. I decided to continue with the story. Sorry for making all of you wait so long. Please don’t kill me.
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