you make your own destiny

chapter 6

"How in the world did you two get out?" Voldemort

demanded. "The doors should be locked."



"They opened for us. We found each other in the

hallway and then saw you run in here. We were just

curious," Hermione blurted.



"Of course, the safeties..." Voldemort murmured. "But

these are not things you need to hear. Go back to

your rooms."



"But we did hear. And...we're sorry," Harry answered.

"I'm sorry you had to lose Narcissa. No one deserves

that."



"No one," Hermione agreed.



Malfoy nodded and maintained his silence.



"You're taking this well," Voldemort said dryly.



"I'm not calm," Harry said, "I'm angry, but this isn't

the time or the place to show it. But...I can't just

let them do that and get away with it!"



"They always do," Voldemort replied softly, almost

sadly.



He and Harry stared at each other for a long while

until Snape burst into the room, a frightened look

distorting his features.



"Narcissa?" He asked. Voldemort shook his head and

Severus seemed to stumble.



"Why didn't`t you warn us about what Dumbledore had in

mind?" Lucius growled.



"I didn't know" Severus answered. "If I had, do you

think I would have let this happen?"



"This is no time for in-fighting," Voldemort snapped.

The two men glowered slightly, but didn't speak.



"We need to focus if we are ever to kill Dumbledore,"

he continued.



They stood in silence for a while, until Severus

noticed Harry and Hermione.



"My Lord, should they be allowed to simply roam

freely?" he questioned.



"They already know everything, Severus," he replied.



"So they can know that Alastor Moody wishes to speak

with you, my Lord?"



"He wants what?" Voldemort's voice was now low and

dangerous.



"He says he has something Harry and Hermione would be

like to hear," Severus said. "I have him guarded."



Voldemort looked over at Harry and Hermione. Both

looked a little pale.



"Send for him," Voldemort said, masking his emotions

in order to appear to be the callous Dark Lord.



A few moments later, Severus returned with Moody,

keeping his wand aimed at the back of the man's head.



Moody just stood there with a box under his arm and

looked at them. His clothes seemed dirty, as if

hygiene had been the last thing on his mind. Finally,

he smiled.



"Glad to see you're finally on the right side of the

war."



Harry and Hermione's eyes was just about to pop out of

there head in disbelief.



"Lily Potter came to me two days before she died and

told me all about Dumbledore's plans for you, Potter,"

Moody said. "She made me promise if something happened

to them, I was to look after you."



He opened the box and pulled out a pensive, which he

set in Harry's hands.



"So my parents really did want to become Death

Eaters?" Harry asked.



"They wanted only to protect you. I'm sorry I

couldn't be of any help earlier...I had to know where

you stood."



"What now?" Hermione asked, moving closer to the

cluster of gentlemen.



"The Order is picking off the weakest Death Eaters.

There are a few...like me. People who are sick of the

killing," Moody said, not quite meeting Voldemort's

eyes.



"Who may that be, if i may ask," Voldemort said.



"Remus, Tonks and Kingsly," Moody said.



Voldemort nodded thoughtfully while the rest of the

room stood in shock.



"But for now, I think that you three," he gestured to

Harry, Hermione and Voldemort, "need to see this. I'm

warning you though. You won't like it."



"I'm willing if it can verify your story," Harry said.



"You'll also find out what happened the day Hermione

was born," he said, aiming this comment at Voldemort.



He filled the Pensive before turning to the three

people standing behind him.



"Well?"



Slowly, they moved forward until they encircled the

Pensive. The lightest touch to the shimmering surface

and they were away.