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Adult +
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6
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17,125
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25
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The Proving Prophecy
Chapter Three : The Proving Prophecy
This Whole Story Is Hereby Dedicated to Jetede. This chapter was already written, but all the next chapter shall feature the questions you gave me.
Thank you!
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He pulled Harry up into his lap and Harry melted against his chest.
Voldemort waved a hand and changed Harrys clothes into tight flare legged black cargo pants and a tight black muscle shirt. He had a black collar on, with a small snake tag hanging from it.
If Harry was joining him, hell if he'd be in those...rags he had been in.
"So Harry. How are you going to prove to me that you really want to join me and that you're not just acting on Dumbles' orders?"
Harry truthfully thought of it, then smiled.
Ever since that night of the Triwizard Tournament, in the graveyard when Voldemort had taken his blood for his potion, there had been a small, almost unnoticeable, link between the two of them.
It was through this link that he received his visions, and he now focused on enlarging it just enough to show Voldemort a memory.
One from when he had been Dumbledore's Golden Boy.
He focused and he felt when both he and Voldemort became immersed in the memory.
/Flashback/
Harry sat in Dumbledore's office, not long after his godfather had passed on.
This was when Harry started to really feel something was up with Dumbledore. That he began to lose trust in everything.
It was then that Voldemort realized what Harry was showing him.
Dumbledore was telling Harry the prophecy.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
And either must die at the hand of the other
For neither can live while the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord
Will be born as the seventh month dies. “
/End Flashback/Memory /
Voldemort found himself smirking.
Harry looked up with interest wondering is this would be enough to prove to Voldemort.
Voldemort looked at Harry.
"That will certainly work for now, Harry."
Harry smiled largely, glad he had pleased Voldemort.
Voldemort smirked again, seeing Harrys emerald eyes light up in some kind of glee, but even then they were overcast by a cloudy look.
'Just what happened that made Potter want to willingly give himself to me?'
This Whole Story Is Hereby Dedicated to Jetede. This chapter was already written, but all the next chapter shall feature the questions you gave me.
Thank you!
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He pulled Harry up into his lap and Harry melted against his chest.
Voldemort waved a hand and changed Harrys clothes into tight flare legged black cargo pants and a tight black muscle shirt. He had a black collar on, with a small snake tag hanging from it.
If Harry was joining him, hell if he'd be in those...rags he had been in.
"So Harry. How are you going to prove to me that you really want to join me and that you're not just acting on Dumbles' orders?"
Harry truthfully thought of it, then smiled.
Ever since that night of the Triwizard Tournament, in the graveyard when Voldemort had taken his blood for his potion, there had been a small, almost unnoticeable, link between the two of them.
It was through this link that he received his visions, and he now focused on enlarging it just enough to show Voldemort a memory.
One from when he had been Dumbledore's Golden Boy.
He focused and he felt when both he and Voldemort became immersed in the memory.
/Flashback/
Harry sat in Dumbledore's office, not long after his godfather had passed on.
This was when Harry started to really feel something was up with Dumbledore. That he began to lose trust in everything.
It was then that Voldemort realized what Harry was showing him.
Dumbledore was telling Harry the prophecy.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
And either must die at the hand of the other
For neither can live while the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord
Will be born as the seventh month dies. “
/End Flashback/Memory /
Voldemort found himself smirking.
Harry looked up with interest wondering is this would be enough to prove to Voldemort.
Voldemort looked at Harry.
"That will certainly work for now, Harry."
Harry smiled largely, glad he had pleased Voldemort.
Voldemort smirked again, seeing Harrys emerald eyes light up in some kind of glee, but even then they were overcast by a cloudy look.
'Just what happened that made Potter want to willingly give himself to me?'