you make your own destiny

chapter 8

Voldemort, Harry and Hermione stumbled out of the

pensive with angry faces. When the others in the room

saw them, they took a step back.



Harry now knew the truth about what happened that

night and he was angry at Dumbledore. But mostly, he

was angry with himself for believing the story he had

been told without a question.



"My lord," Lucius asked softly "Did you find the proof

you were looking for?"



"Oh yes," Voldemort answered. "He killed her,

Dumbledore fucking killed Aliza and took my daughter

and gave her to the Grangers."



"The Grangers didn't know who was Hermione's father

was before I contacted them after that Halloween

night," Moody said. "They said that Dumbledore had

said that both her mother and father were dead."



"I don't blame them," Voldemort said. "If they didn't

have Hermione by that time, she would have ended up in

a orphanage or worse, being killed by the ministry for

being my daughter."



The others in the room just looked sad as they knew he

was telling the truth. Hermione looked grateful at

that.



An uncertain voice distracted them all.



"Did you know that Wormtail was at your home, Moody?"

Harry asked.



"No I didn't see him, why?" Moody said.



"He sat over by the fire in his animagus form," Harry

said. "I think he told Dumbledore about that my

parents was about to switch sides."



Voldemort looked at him with a thoughtful face and

exclaimed, "he's not lying. Wormtail was there."



"Merlin, it means that Dumbledore knows everything

about what Lily and I were talking about," Moody said



"No I don't think so. Then he wouldn't trust you with

any information," Voldemort said. "But the only way to

find out is to question him."



"Yes it is." Hermione said.



"Severus, do you have any truth potion on you?"

Voldemort asked.



"Yes. I always have some on me."



"Then now we shall call on Wormtail," Voldemort said,

much to the displeasure of everyone in the room.



Voldemort walked over to Severus and took his left

arm, rolled his sleeve up and put his wand over the

Dark Mark. Severus' face twisted in pain, but he never

made a sound.



"You may feel safer in the shadows," he said to Harry,

Hermione and Moody when they reach the throne room.



They had just reached the shadows behind the throne,

but they could still see all that happened in the

room.



The room filled with the sound of small pops as the

Death Eaters apparated into the room.





"My followers, today we have lost three members of the

inner circle." Voldemort's voice rang out into the

room. "Because the Order of Flaming Peacocks thinks

they can scare me into handing over some people I have

in my possession."



"Excuse me for asking," Bellatrix interrupted. "Where

is my sister and her husband?"



"Lucius and Draco escaped with minor wounds, but

Narcissa is dead," Voldemort said. "And so are all the

Parkinsons."



"Who could they be searching for?" stuttered Peter

Pettigrew.



Voldemort smirked and answered "Hermione Granger and

Harry Potter."



All the Death Eaters stared at him. Pettigrew paled in

the face and started shaking all over.



"Are they in the dungeon? When can we start torturing

them?" Bellatrix asked gleefully.



"Crucio," came Voldemort's voice through her tirade.

Bellatrix screamed.



When Voldemort ended the spell, he spoke.



"If you had not spoken, you would not be in pain."



"Sorry, my lord," Bellatrix said and crept forward to

kiss the hem of his robe.



"How many times have i told you, I won`t have any of

you kissing my robe. Do I look like Dumbledore?"



"Now I will be tell you the short story about what

happened," Voldemort said. "Can I begin without being

interrupted?"



"Yes," they all said.



"You all know that I have been married before and that

my wife died during the delivery of my daughter.

Until recently, I thought that my little baby had died

with her, but recently I discovered that it was not

the case. Dumbledore had gotten a hold of where my

wife was and broke in, killed her and took my

daughter," Voldemort said. "He gave her to some

Muggles and they raised her as their own, for which I

am truly is grateful."



All the Death Eaters nodded, some with shocked faces.



"Fifteen years ago, a month before that fateful day we

all know about, I was contacted by the Potters. They

found out something about Dumbledore that made them

want to join my side in the war. I agreed to meet with

them in a little cottage outside of Paris. They had

little Harry with them. It puzzled me at first, but

the more I heard of their story, the more I began to

understand that they didn't trust just anyone with

Harry."



"It seemed that Dumbledore already had all of Harry`s

life planned for him," Voldemort continued. "Harry

would be his weapon against me. He would do anything

to get his way, as we found out a month later. I was

sitting in my study when Severus came running in and

yelled that Dumbledore had found out that the Potter's

was joining my side and had gone to try to talk them

out of it."



Now all of them seemed angry.



"I had already promised that I would protect Harry

from Dumbledore, so I ran to their house. When I got

there, James was lying dead in the living room. I ran

upstairs and found Lily dead in her son's room.

Dumbledore was taking Harry from his crib. I was

foolish. I pointed my wand and shot a killing curse

at him. He used Harry as a shield and we all know what

happened next."



"And now, I would like to like to present Harry

Potter, Alastor Moody and Hermione Granger, my daughter