Voldie-Kitty
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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13,378
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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Voldemort was my kitten!
KM: Sooo... chapter nine!
Voldy: Die a painful, slow and tortures death!
Lilly: Forget it Voldemort, I tried that one already and it didn’t work...
Harry: Help us!
KM: Awww sooo cute! And thanks for the reviews! I want more of those! Please???
Disclaimer: Why are you so mean to me! What have I ever done to you! cries
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: Sooo now you will find out what happened to Tom! Sooo yeah! Now I am going to show you what will happen to Voldemort. If he behaves like a cat, if he has ears and a tail, or if he is still a bastard or nothing at all happened to him! I know I was mean with just ending it in chapter eight without telling what happened to Voldemort. But that is why it gives a ninth chapter! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! ENJOY THE CHAP!
Voldie-Kitty
Chapter 9
Voldemort was my kitten!
~*~Time skip next morning Grimmauld Place, Harry’s room~*~
It was early in the morning when Harry woke up. The sun was not even up yet but he woke from something warm next to him. He had his eyes still closed and his sleep fogged brain didn’t really know what was going on though he touched that something that was so warm. He snuggled into the warmth and let out a sigh of content. He burrowed his head into the moving, what he assumed, pillow. But he jerked his head away when he heard a low chuckled coming from his ‘pillow’ and it vibrated under his cheek. He sat up and his green eyes were wide open and staring at the ‘pillow’ next to him. The moment his eyes laid upon the pillow he wished he died... and he wondered where his boxers where.
“ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!” and Harry fell from the bed.
Scarlet eyes flashed with amusement when they saw the reaction of the Potter-boy. It was an amusing sight to see. The way the boy had first burrowed his head into his chest and then jerked away as if bitten by a snake. The way his eyes had widened when they saw him. It was delicious. Voldemort chuckled and moved to the edge of the bed and looked down at the sprawled body of one Harry James Potter.
Harry groaned and held his head while his eyes were shut tight. His shirt had riddled up when he fell and his lower parts were now exposed to the scarlet eyes above him. Not that the owner of said eyes minded the view he was getting. It was a nice sight to see.
“Ow, my head” moaned Harry in pain and slowly sat up while blinking rapidly.
When he had his barging back, he could only gasp at what he saw. There hovering above him was his enemy Voldemort. But what shocked him the most was the amused expression on that handsome face with those scarlet laughing eyes.
“Really Potter, have you no shame?”
Harry narrowed his eyes at the elder male above him and glared at him only to yelp when he was yanked up. A chuckled was met with his ears and he glared again at Voldemort only to let it drop when he saw the face of his supposed enemy. It was relaxed and not set up in its usual smug smirk or scowl or glare. It was something new to him and it baffled him. Voldemort on the other hand took this as chance to pull Potter on his lap.
“Tut, tut, boy” Harry twitched at those words and noticed where he was placed in.
If looks could kill Voldemort would be more than six feet under. But it did make Harry wonder how Voldemort came into Grimmauld Place. As far as he knew that bastard did not know where it was located let alone the words to enter with the Fidelius Charm. Sirius and Remus had it re-done after he had moved in with Sirius in the house and to make sure that Dumbles did not come for him when he last expected it to happen.
“Let go of me!” he struggled in Voldemort’s hold but was unsuccessful of freeing himself.
“I’d rather not that you run away, Potter” sneered Voldemort out, trying to hide his arousal when the boy wriggled in his lap. “We have so much to talk about”
Harry gulped when he heard the forbidden and darkness in the man’s voice. It sent shivers up his spine and let him feel anxious. For what, he did not know. But somehow he got the feeling he was better off not knowing about this fact at all.
“What would that be...?” he hoped that his voice was not wavering like he thought it was.
Because, let’s face it. If you were alone with your worst enemy in a room totally alone and without any weapon and at their mercy, wouldn’t you act the same? Let’s not forget that you are not having any boxers on at all and that something very big was poking your buttocks. Yes, it was totally normal and understandable for Harry to act in such a way.
“Why, the fact that I am here in your room, the war, those nice dreams of yours...” he trailed off while still sounding nonchalant.
It made Harry twitched and blush a beet red, maybe even redder? Harry coughed in awkwardness and hoped with all his might that Voldemort did not see his blush. But knowing his luck, the man did saw it and it made Harry blush harder and wish a hole would open up and swallow him.
“Erhm... do I have to sit here?” Harry wished he could slap himself. He sounded so meek even to his own ears.
His cheeks reddened a nice crimson colour when he heard an amused chuckle. That bastard was thinking that this is funny. Harry huffed and crossed his arms while pouting. This was not fair.
“Really, Potter, this is not a way to act when you are near your enemy” scolded him Voldemort.
Harry only glared at the wall. Of course he knew that you should not act like this with your enemy. But can you blame him? Yesterday was everything normal for him and then he woke up with the Dark Lord next him, using him as a pillow and without any boxers on. Did he mention that he got the feeling that his virginity was at stake here too? No? Well, now he did.
“What are you doing here?” he asked the red eyed man while trying to free himself and failing at it. “And can you let go of me?”
And no, he did not just whine the last part out. That must be your imagination. Harry pouted when the arms around him only tightened their hold. Voldemort on the other hand found this highly amusing and a smirk was making its way on his face.
“Do you really need to ask how I got here, boy? Can’t you work this out for yourself? And no, I like to know where my enemies are when I talk with them”
Somehow Harry had the feeling that Voldemort enjoyed humiliating him like this and that it was just a lie. No way in hell would he have done such a thing to Dumbledore, Harry was sure about this. He had never seen the old goat on the Dark Lord’s lap. In fact, now that he thought about it. It was a scary thought and he was sure that his horror was shown in his face too. Voldemort sighed and nearly rolled his eyes at the Potter heir. It was not that he didn’t like the silence but he had thought that the boy would give him a fight here and not just sit there. Oh well, he could always get the boy while they talked.
He smirked when he got the perfect idea to get the Potter brat to comply with him. He took Potter’s face in his hands and then turned his head to him, sitting face to face with each other. He smirked at the boy that was staring at him now and then blushed. It was nearly cute how the boy acted with him.
“Now, Potter, I have a few questions for you and you will answer them, yes?”
Harry just nodded, the tone Voldemort used on him didn’t bold well with him. Somehow it let him feel vulnerable, which he was, and that he should better obey or else. But there was also the fact that the elder was much more powerful than him and could use wandless magic at any given time, not like him. He was at Voldemort’s mercy here and both of them knew it.
“Good, then I want to know from you, how it came that you dream of me?”
Harry heard the mockery in Voldemort’s voice. But it still didn’t help him, he blushed. It isn’t like you always dream of your worst enemy in such a way, with said enemy finding out about it. Harry was sure that all of his blood had rushed to his head. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and that bastard was chuckling at him, this wasn’t helping him in the slightest.
“Well, Potter, I am waiting?”
Harry didn’t really know what to say to this and he was still boxer less! Talk about an awkward situation! Voldemort was getting annoyed with the silence on Potter’s part. He wanted some answers from the brat, now!
“I do not like to repeat myself once more Potter, though you better tell me now!” the way Voldemort growled those words out made Harry shiver.
Harry just stiffened when he heard those words. He didn’t really know how to answer this and he wanted to have some boxers damn it! Why did that have to happen to him? Maybe he shouldn’t have dyed Sirius hair pink with orange streaks when he came home. But it was just too tempting and he had been asking for it. Karma really is a bitch. He sighed and let his head hang. Voldemort on the other hand was really getting pissed. Why was it that this brat did not answer him? What was so hard on the question that the brat did not understand to answer him? There was nothing hard at this at all. He growled lowly in the back of his throat and was faintly amused when the boy jumped in his lap.
At least he got some entertainment out of this. He felt how the boy began to tense under him and leaned down, his mouth next to Potter’s ear. He felt how the boy shivered and wondered from what it could be. Was it from fear? Or was it from something completely different? It would certainly be interesting to know. But he was called back to the present by Potter’s stuttering voice.
Now why can’t the brat always be like that? It would have made his life so much easier to begin with his.
“Erhm... well, you see...”
Voldemort just let a bemused chuckle out and Harry could have sworn that he was now in hell. This was even worse than when Sirius thought it would be funny to dress him up as a girl and then take photos of it. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and the fact that Voldemort had now curled an arm around his waist was not helping. `Damn! Get a grip of yourself, Potter! You have to get away from this snake bastard... BUT HOW?!´ he cried out mentally. It was just not fair that his life was so fucked up.
“Yes, Potter...?”
Damn this smug bastard to Dumbledore’s underwear and back! Maybe without the coming back part, the bastard deserved it.
Harry began to fidget in the Dark Lord’s lap. “Can’t I sit on my own...?”
“No, as long as you do not answer me you shall be sitting here”
Harry groaned when he heard the smugness in Voldemort’s voice. Of course the arsehole would love to see him in such a position and milk it for all it is worth. What had he done in his past life to deserve something like this happening to him?
“At least give me some boxers then!” Harry whimpered out, he still felt vulnerable and berated himself in the same time for whining in front of the man that could kill him at any given moment.
“Why should I let you have a pair mhmm...? It is your fault after all for not keeping them on from last night, is it not?”
Harry knew that Voldemort was playing with him and trying to get a reaction out of him. The bastard was doing a great job in doing so already. Wait, did Voldemort just say it was his fault? How can this be his fault even he doesn’t even know why he didn’t wear his boxers to begin with?
“What the hell do you mean it is my fault!” he yelled at the bastard while turning around and japing his finger Voldemort’s chest.
Voldemort was bemused the way Harry’s mood changed so fast. Maybe he should tell him how it was his fault? It would be quite funny to see Potter’s face then. He chuckled at that thought and his eyes flashed with hidden amusement.
“Fine, Potter, it is because you has just to dream about us having sex and I was near and just ha-” but Voldemort never got finish his sentence because Harry slapped his hand over his mouth.
“Don’t say it!” he hissed at him while his face went red. “How the hell did you get in here anyways?”
Instead of getting an answer, an eyebrow raised. Harry twitched at that and was ready to suffocate Voldemort with just his hand. `That might be not such a bad idea after all´ he snickered evilly in his mind and imagined the bastard slowly chocking to death. He was sure that he would do a great favour for all people out there.
“Think Potter, you were the one that brought me in here”
“I did not! I would never do such a thing!” Harry bristled out in anger his fingers twitching.
“But you did, boy. Think harder”
“I didn’t! How can I think about something like that when I don’t even know what you mean?” he argued back.
Voldemort just sighed pushed the boy down, smirking when he heard a thump and looked down at Potter. Said person was scowling at him and rubbing his bottom while he was on his knees and hand. It was something he should better not have done in the presence of a certain person. But Harry didn’t know that, nor did he know that Voldemort to some extend accepted the fact that he kind of liked the boy.
...
Nagini will never let him live that one down should she find out.
“Potter, do you really mean to tell me that you forget all about your little kitten?” a smirk was making its way onto Voldemort’s face.
Harry just blinked at him and cocked his head to the side in thought. His eyes widened when he finally understood what Voldemort meant with that. `Oh Merlin, please tell me it is not like I think it is! It can’t be!´ he thought while he began to tremble. Voldemort just chuckled at the picture that Potter made. It was really amusing for him.
“Do you get it now, Potter?” he asked him while chuckling.
It was silent after he asked that. Harry just couldn’t really believe it. He should have noticed it! He always felt pain when Voldemort was near. It gave him a headache that made his head feel like it was going to explode. Just like right.... now? It was then that Harry noticed that there was no pain at all coming from his scar and Voldemort was in front of him. He should feel pain but he didn’t. Why was that?
“P-prove it, prove to me that you are my kitten” he demanded, forgetting for a short time about the scar issue.
“Let me think... how about the fact that you and my familiar are gossiping about me and my bad habit of killing Muggles?”
“That proves nothing!” actually it did but Harry was not about to admit that to him. “Try something other”
A smirk made its way onto Voldemort’s face and Harry somehow got the feeling that he should run for his life. But before he could even move a muscle Voldemort said something that made Harry wish he had never picked up this kitten. Damn him and his love for animals.
“Last week you were hiding from Nagini because she was bugging you about a mate and that she had the perfect candidate for you, three days ago you and your Dogfather had been talking through the Floo and spoken of a way to get you away from Dumbledore and his schemes about using you in the war even though you are neutral and yesterday you had talk to me ab-”
But Voldemort never got to finish due to the fact that a cherry red Harry was again in his lap and holding his mouth close. Harry was sure that all the blood of his body was now in his face and he wouldn’t really be surprised should he pass out from this alone right now.
“F-fine, I believe you! But there is something other it bugs me if you were really my kitten then why did I not feel any pain! Heck, why am not feeling any at all right now?”
This was a really good question. Why was the boy not feeling any pain at all? Not even Voldemort knew why it was like this. As far as he knew there was no spell or potion that could do something like that. Even if there was one Potter would have used that one already. But then again it did have his advantages with the pain. Harry would always know if he was near or not.
“I have honestly no idea for that, boy. But now answer my other question, why are you dreaming of me?” Voldemort said this in a casual tone and it made Harry wonder what the hell he was up to.
Sometimes Harry really wished he wouldn’t suck at Occlumency so much, maybe then he would not be stuck in such a situation. But it was too late now and the only way out of this would be either to answer Voldemort or somehow find a way to get away from him. Where was Nagini when you needed her? Now Harry really wished that she would come and rescue him from her leering, when happened that anyway, master. Harry swallowed and tried to move away. But before that happened arms sneaked around him and pulled him closer to a chest.
“What the hell! Let me go!” Harry yelled while pounding his fists against the chest.
“I don’t think so” Voldemort chuckled at what Potter was doing. It was highly amusing when he and the boy both knew that it was no use. “It is your own fault for this. You belong to me now the moment you had those dreams and admitted you have a thing for me. You are mine now, boy. Mine to kill, mine to destroy, mine to hate, mine to love and as long as I live no one shall have you.”
Those words sent a shiver down Harry’s spine and he wondered how it had come down to this. First it was just asking why the dreams and how Voldemort came into the house and now he was sitting in Voldemort’s lap and being told that he was Voldermort’s property. Something that he did not like and his temper agreed with him on this one. He would show him that he was owned by no one. Not even some magical strong bastard that could kill him any given moment. It was something that would not just take in like that.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Harry shouted while he somehow threw Voldemort on his back and was now straddling his hips. “I am not your property for you to use like you want to! I am my own person and not your toy! If you want someone like this, go and use your Corpse Munchers for that!”
“But you are so much more amusing... dear”
“What did you just call me?” Harry asked him through gritted teeth. He somehow got the feeling that Voldemort was enjoying this a tad too much for his liking.
Voldemort just smirked at the boy and didn’t say anything else. Harry glared at him when he did not talk to him and was ready to suffocate the bastard with his pillow. Maybe this was not such a bad idea after all. He would be doing the world a great favour then.
“Now, now my precious that is no way to talk to me”
Harry’s eye twitched and he was sure that somewhere a puppy had just died. Because no way in hell would Voldemort of all people call him such a name, him being on drugs or not. Or it could be that he was dreaming some fucked up dream. He was sure that it was the latter.
“Die, you old fart!” with that Harry took a pillow and began to beat Voldemort.
Said person could only blink when he was assaulted by a pillow and could do nothing to defend himself. It was really surprising him and he had not thought that Potter would actually do anything to him. He had thought that the boy would be too shocked to even think about something like this. Never mind the fact that this was not a real weapon.
~Ireland, Manor of Saiko~
Saiko was sitting in her meeting room and waiting for her subordinates to arrive. Today was a day all of them had been working to. Because today was the day that each of her subordinates would bring in the ‘dirt’ that is not very well known about Dumbledore and would began to plan out how to bring this in the open with the Ministry together. The room was big enough to house all Hogwarts students in it and there would still be enough room for a few people. A loud crack was heard and Saiko turned to the little creature that was more known as a House-Elf and nodded to it, giving it the sign to let the people in. No words were spoken it was out of respect and the House-Elf knew that this woman was higher in status than it was and thus was not allowed to talk to her.
It was only allowed to talk to her should its Mistress talk first to it and ask of it something. It may be something strange to an outsider but to the House-Elf it was not. It was totally normal and that was the way it grew up. The door opened the first people entered.
“Good morning my Lady” greeted her Augusta Longbottom with a courtesy.
“A good morning to you too, Lady Longbottom, I see that you have brought Lord Black with you”
Sirius just grunted as a greeting. It was too early in his opinion to be up. The sun wasn’t even up yet and they were holding this meeting. Why so early when he could still be in bed and dream about frying Dumbledore over a bonfire? It was just not fair. But he knew this was needed when they wanted to bring Dumbledore down. It was because of him that this war was even started.
“Black, can’t you at least show some manners once in your life time?” sneered Augusta at him. Honestly it wouldn’t kill him.
“Is too early... I need coffee first” mumble the Black Lord out.
“Is that all you can think about?”
“Of course not, Augusta; I can think of other things too! I can’t forget my godson and my pranks and Moony and the shit Dumbledore puts us through.”
“I hardly conspire these things important, maybe the Dumbledore issue and your godson but the other things? What are you, a child that learns to walk and talk?”
“What did you say, old hag?” he bristled angrily.
“Who are you calling old, boy? I have you know that I am very young considered to other witches!”
“Oh really, I am sure that this is just your imagination on this matter!”
Saiko just shook her head the scene in front of her. It was just too sad but she couldn’t pay any more attention to them because her other guests seemed to arrive. Saiko watched with cold and icy eyes how her subordinates arrived. Would the public see just who was all working under her, it would be a great shock to them. Under the people that arrived were Narcissa Malfoy, Bill, Percy and Charlie Weasely, Zabini, Rudolphus Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., who had taken into hiding in her Manson after the tournament, Andromeda Tonks, The Nott family and many other people that would have either belong into the Dark or Light families in the public’s eye. It was really sad how narrowed minded most people could be.
Saiko nodded to all of them while they began to take seats on the table and talking under each other. Each of them having their own good news and speculating about what will happen next. Of course Sirius and Augusta had abandoned their little fight in favour of finding out what their Mistress had planned next and waiting for their next orders. Saiko let her eyes go through the crowed in front of her, nodding to herself she then stood up. It was all silent and each of them looked at her, waiting for her to speak.
“All of you know why are here for today’s meeting, yes?” she didn’t wait for an answer from them and continued. “Thanks to our dear Narcissa, we have enough proof to show that Dumbledore has been controlling the Ministry from behind the scenes and used his positions to make sure that no one will find out about this. Rita, I hope you will make good use of your quill in this”
“Of course, I always had hoped to write something like this!” came the delighted voice from one Rita Skeeter.
“Good, good, now onto other matters. As you all know Voldemort has gone missing and no one other than Lucius Malfoy and Dumbledore are behind this. I know that none of you have found him till now. But when you do, contact me immediately; his help is needed in this. I have been too long in the shadows and cannot continue and watch how Britain’s magical world is destroying itself with Fudge. He would be the best candidate for the position as Minister. I know that all of you people agree with me.
Of course his earlier methods were not humanity and unorthodox but we have to change that and make sure that he will agree with us and us with him.”
No one said anything to this. It was the truth after all. Voldemort did have the brain and the ideals to make sure that Britain would not go under and destroy itself. But how can they make him to agree with them and him stopping the Muggle-Born killings? There are his little Death Eaters too that they could not forget. But when someone could get them to agree with them, it would only be Voldemort. First of all they had to find him and that had been coming tricky as of lately. No one really knew where he was and with Lucius and Dumbledore he could be everywhere. They were sure that he was not dead, he was not that easy to be killed as he had proved time after time though the only thing that they could have done was tricking him into something. But what could that be?
Augusta was the first one to speak after hearing this. A scowl was in her face, showing her displeasure of this but it was no use. They wanted this to work and this man was their only hope. She had to admit this but that did not mean that she had to like it.
“I think I am speaking for all of us here when I say, how? This man is thick-headed and it will take us time for him to agree, the time that we not have!”
Saiko sighed at hearing this. Yes, this was something she had dreaded to hear because, if she was frank with them, she did not know herself what to do in this situation. She really didn’t know how to make him agree with them.
“Please Augusta, I know what you mean. I still do not know what we could give him to help us. We can only start now with Dumbledore and then with Fudge out of the office. If I am to be frank with you, I do not have an idea myself how to make him work with us.”
It was silent after this till the Zabini Matriarch spoke up. “I may have an idea how to make him work with us... but we need Potter for this”
This was something that Sirius did not like at all and hi voiced his opinion loudly out. “OH HELL NO! EVERYTHING BUT MY GODSON! I have just made sure that Bumbles can’t get his hands on him! No way will I let Voldemort have him now!”
The ‘Death Eaters’ flinched at hearing this. Of course everyone had heard about this and how Black had fought against the old coot to make sure that Harry stayed with him.
“Oh no, Black! I meant that our Lord would more agree with your terms if it were Potter that told them to him... I mean the boy is the only one that had bested him” she trailed off and hoped that Black would at least believe her in this.
It was true after all. The boy would be the only one that would get Voldemort to listen to them. He did beat the man time after time and sometimes got him to listen to him.
“Fine” he huffed out and crossed his arms. “But if he does one funny thing to my godson, I grill his ass!”
“Of course, Black” Augusta rolled her eyes at hearing this.
Sirius would really never change. That man will never grow up, a child in a man’s body.
“If that is out of the way, I would like that Charlie and Percy begin with talking about Dumbledore and what he has done in the Ministry in public, talk about suspicions in the Ministry and such”
The men in question nodded their heads and blinked when files appeared in front of them.
“Read them, they will help you with this. Now Rita, I know that you have been listening in on Dumbledore and Lucius meetings. Write it in an article and everything other you have found out about their plans, report to me. We will then discuss how we can use this information in an article then. I don’t care if those are rumours or not. We need this to get them back, is that understood?”
Rita nodded at her boss’ words and Apparated out of the room. She knew when she was dismissed and not needed anymore. Her job now was it to get people out of Dumbledore’s clutches and begin to believe into their cause.
“The Death Eaters of you, I want to go and find Voldemort. I don’t care how you do it but the moment you find him tell him about the proposition I made and at least get him to agree to meet me”
“We make sure that this will happen. And what is about Bellatrix? She has totally lost it in the years she was in Azkaban”
“I don’t care how you do it but make sure that she will not get between this. She is a lost cause and she is in need of help. As long as she is like this she cannot help us.” Saiko told them.
“Ah... yes, of course...” Rudolphus didn’t really know what to say about this.
She was his wife. But he doubted that any help could help her at all. She was already too lost in her insanity and that was that. He knew this very well and had given up any hope to get his Bella back. He may not show it but he loved his wife and if death was the only way to free her from it then there was nothing he could do about it. Of course, Saiko may not have said that it was death that would await his wife. But he could read between the lines and those were screaming the words at him.
“Augusta, I want that you together with Bill and Black to go in search of something for me. It will help is a great deal against Dumbledore.”
Saiko smirked when she saw the twitch in Augusta’s left eye. It seemed that she was not that happy to go together with Black on a mission... again. Ah, it was fun to watch them interact like that. It was great entertainment for her.
“And please, behave like the adults you are and not like five year old children” she told them with a stern voice.
“Of course, my Lady”
“Hn fine”
“I mean it you two. If only one of you misbehaves and you have to look after Dumbledore himself.”
~Ministry~
Rita Skeeter was in her beetle form and hiding in the office of Dumbledore that he had there as chief of the Wizangmont. The office in itself did not look any different than the one back at Hogwarts. The only difference was the lack of portraits. But that was of no importance for her, what was of importance was the fact that today Dumbledore would meet with Lucius and Barty Crouch Sr. Rita didn’t really know why Barty would meet up with them but she had already a good idea. The only thing she had to do was listening in on them and then write it in her article like her last ones. Of course she had to be careful to not be detected but she had managed the last few times and today would be no difference if she had a say in this.
Rita tensed when the door to the office opened and she hurriedly hide behind one of the trinkets in the office. It was show time...
~That afternoon Grimmauld Place, Kitchen~
Harry, fully clothed thank god for that, was sitting in the kitchen with a smirking Voldemort opposite of him. Really, he didn’t really know what he had done to deserve this but he was sure that it was all Sirius fault. When was it not? He growled at the smug bastard and began to stab his lunch with his fork. The poor lunch it never lived passed this terrible torture.
“Stop smirking like that!” Harry growled out while is grip tightened on the fork.
“And why ever should I listen to you? If I remember correctly then I am the stronger one of us, have more power and could easily kill you, yes?”
Harry just growled at hearing those words. Damn him for being right and damn him for knowing that he knew that Harry knew it too.
“Shut it you smug bastard!”
Voldemort just raised an eyebrow at those words and leaned one elbow on the table while his chin rested in the palm of his hand. Harry just glared at him before he looked smug at the bastard in front of him.
“I am going to sue you!” Harry cried out while his knife pointed at him.
Voldemort’s chin slipped out of his hand and it hit the table hard while he looked totally shocked at the Potter heir. Did he just hear right? Did the boy just say that he will sue him, him the Dark Lord?
“What?” he asked totally baffled.
“You heard me! I am going to sue you!”
He couldn’t help himself. He had to just ask. “Why?”
“Why, you ask?” Harry asked him bemused. “Because you are a paedophile, that’s why!”
“What...?” Voldemort really didn’t know what to say to this.
Harry was right in a way. He was a paedophile for lusting after the younger and all the things he had done to him. But if he remembered correctly the boy did not protest to any of it. That had to count for something but the brat would most likely lie in court and everyone would believe him. He lost that one, one way or another.
“You heard me, old man!”
Voldemort’s eye twitched when he heard that. He was many things a Dark Lord, a bastard and many other things had he been called. But never in his entire life had he been called old. Come to think of it, it was only Potter that did that. No one would really have thought that he was an old man with that body that he currently had and will have for a very long time.
“Potter...” he growled out and Harry the nerve to look at him innocently.
“Yes? What is it, Tommy?”
Voldemort just growled louder at those words and the way the boy was playing innocent with him. Oh hell no, he would not play this game with the boy. He would make sure that the boy knew his place with him. A smirk made its way on his face and it was frightening Harry to some extend but not by much. What horrible thing could possible happen to him?
“Potter, don’t forget which one of us has a wand this moment and which one has not” Harry didn’t like the smirk on ‘Tommy’s’ face at all. “Do you really want to find out how it is to be on the receiving end of my temper?”
“Erhm... no?”
“Then shut up and eat your lunch!”
“Aw, don’t you like it when I talk with you?” Harry asked with a pout and Voldemort’s eye twitched.
The brat was mocking him, he just knew it. But no way in hell would he let the boy win in this. He was a Dark Lord and Dark Lords do not lose to sixteen year olds. Well, expect to Harry that is but the boy was never normal to begin with.
“Watch it, brat!”
~*~Time skip three days Grimmauld Place, Kitchen~*~
Harry was sitting in the kitchen and reading the Daily Prophet even though it was rubbish. The rubbish in it was at least funny and something to laugh about.
“Voldemort, I think you should read this...” Harry said with a pale face when he had read the article.
“And why should I read this rubbish?” Voldemort asked him dryly.
“Because it has something to say about Lucius and the old goat”
“And that is new, how? As far as I know they are always portrayed as good in it” he said while drinking his coffee.
“Not this time! Just read it!”
Deciding to humour the boy, Voldemort took the paper from Potter and began to read the article. With each passing word he read his eyebrow began to rise.
Daily Prophet
Headmaster and School Councillor corrupting our children
This reporter has grave news to deliver to all the parents out there that let their children go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly. Six days ago at exactly Wednesday have one Albus Dumbledore and one Lucius Malfoy hold a secret meeting in the Ministry. This reporter was shocked at what she had heard in this meeting. It seemed that this meeting was a secret one because none of the other members of the school board had been seen and this reporter had stumble upon them after an interview with the new Head of the Aurors. What was discussed in this meeting was something that has shocked this reporter to the bone and she can’t really fathom in words. Thus she has decided to give you the meeting word to word.
(Reporter Note: Lucius Malfoy will be bold while talking and Albus Dumbledore underlined)
Good evening, Albus.
Good evening to you too, Lucius, my boy! I hope you had a-
Cut that foolish game of yours, Albus. You know why I am here. The Potter-boy is a problem and the Dark Lord is still missing as you know. I would have never thought that your plan would work...
Ah, my boy, of course it would work. Voldemort will be no problem of ours when we have taken care of the Potter and the Death Eaters loyal to him.
Be that it may, Albus. We have other problems now. Not only is the Potter-boy under Lady Le-Fey’s protection, she even threatened us or have you forgotten this little fact?
But you forget, Lucius. The woman does not have the power to protect the boy all the time!
Foolish old man! Of course she has! Don’t tell me you forget who she is!
My boy, everyone has a weakness and this woman is not an exception to that rule.
Albus, I know that you are a great and powerful wizard but both, you and I, know that this woman can easily destroy us and make sure no one knows that it was her. Don’t tell me you have forgotten about IT?
Yes, how could I forget THAT? But this is not of topic here. We need to make sure that she is busy though there is no protection on Potter in the next few weeks.
May I ask why?
Lucius, you know how important the boy is to our society yes? We need to get rid of him and made sure that Voldemort is to blame. While there is drift between the sides, we will make our move. I have told you already the plan and what will happen. But we need Potter for this dead.
Yes, I remember you. You told me times and again how important it were. But how are we getting to the boy? As far as I know the boy is never seen alone and at least Black knows what we are up to.
You do not need to worry about this. Your son and Ginerva will be enough to get to the boy.
Are you implying to get my son and this girl to lie to the boy and telling him that they want to be friends and that Ginerva knew nothing about what you have been talking with her about?
Certainly, my boy, a little apology here and the boy will forgive her and Draco will tag along. Harry Potter will then be my pawn and Ginerva just needs to use a little love portion to get him to agree to do for her whatever she wants him to. It will be easy for us.
This reporter was horror stricken at what she heard between those two men. What you, my readers, just read was just little piece of information being traded. It is inhuman what those two people have planned on doing, to go and use a child like that and drugging him. This reporter wonders what has happened to our society that there is so much corruption in it. Albus Dumbledore, our hero from the first war, is not the same person we once have known him. That he would go and abuse his power in such a way. It is a sad and pathetic tragedy.
It seemed that even the best under us can be corrupted by power. The Headmaster of Hogwarts seemed not be as innocent and light as we all thought when I judge this meeting right. He seems to be in the same league as the Dark Lord but compromised with the Dark Lord, Albus Dumbledore uses his grandfatherly mask and his position as Headmaster to get to his goals.
Now readers I ask of you. Is this man really someone that should look after our children while they are in Hogwarts? Is he really as light as he seems to be? Will he go and try to use our children like he is trying to use Harry Potter?
But the biggest question here is, is he worse than our current Dark Lord?
This reporter does not know the answer but she hopes that at least the Ministry will do something against this. If not then our society is doomed.
Article by Rita Skeeter
More information on the meeting between Albus Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy page 6.
Missing Dark Lord? More about this on page 10.
Dark Lord really a Dark Lord or did Albus Dumbledore play with us all? More about this on page 13.
Voldemort was seething at what he had read and crumbled the news paper in his hands. The information on the other pages had him lose control on his magic that was now cracking madly around him. Its colour was black and forming around him like a coat. This sight was frightening Harry. Harry had backed up in a corner far away from the pissed of Dark Lord and was now whimpering in fright. This was a sight he had never seen on the Dark Lord and it was really frightening him. It just proved to him that he was really nothing against him and has so much to learn still.
Harry swallowed heavily when he felt the magic brush against him. It sent shivers down his spine. The magic didn’t feel safe to him, it was dark and it was dangerous. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to submit to the being that let this strong magic out. Hell, even his magic wanted him to submit to this being. But he was just too frightening to listen to them. Even if he did, Harry would have done it on his own too. He knew that Voldemort was dangerous and just out of luck lived through their few encounters. It had nothing to do with his abilities. It was just that, luck. Dumb luck at that, that always let him escape with his life.
Voldemort on the other hand didn’t really notice his surroundings anymore. He was just too angered to even see straight. But he was brought out of his rage filled trance when he heard whimpering. He blinked a good few times till his focus was back and slowly took deep breathes. His magic was slowly calming down and began to retreat into his body but it was still lashing out a few times while doing so. The whimpering just got louder when the magic lashed out again. It was then that Voldemort decided that whoever was whimpering there, he did not like it coming from them.
Harry was pressed tightly against the wall and whimpered louder. Even though the magic was slowly calming down, it did not help him calming down. It was still frightening to him and he really wished that Padfoot or Moony were there and held him. But they were not here instead there was a psychopathic and powerful wizard with him that was out for his blood and currently pissed off. Not a comforting thought for him. Harry knew that there really shouldn’t be any fear of Voldemort; he knew the man was not angry with him but he couldn’t help it. The power that Voldemort had just shown spoke volumes to him. That was frightening.
Voldemort sighed when he was in control of himself again and rubbed his temples when he saw how Potter was curled into a ball in a corner far away from him. Great, that was really something that he needed. He didn’t really know what he was supposed to do with Potter right now. He had never been in a situation where he had to comfort someone. He had always killed them or tortured them when they were getting on his nerves with their wailing. But this was different. The boy had been looking after him while he was in that... ‘condition’. Though that had to be counting for something, right?
“Potter!” he barked out but it only made the boy recoil and whimper.
Yes, Voldemort had no real idea what he had to do now. He was thoroughly fucked in this situation. He sighed again and slowly made his way over to the boy. Maybe he should try a different approach? It was a good start.
“Po- Harry, calm down here is nothing to fear or that will hurt you” by Merlin did it sound weird to call the boy by his given name and say such things.
“Liar, there is always something out there to harm me!”
Voldemort sighed and rubbed his temples again. The boy was really trying his patience.
“I said that nothing is here that will hurt you, not out there!” he said in frustration. “Now come here and stop being so pathetic!”
That got a reaction out of the boy.
“Who the hell are you calling pathetic you paedophile? If I remember correctly it is you that never success in killing me”
“At least I did not just whimper like a little girl the last few minutes, brat!” Voldemort growled out.
“At least I am not an old fart that tries to be young!” Harry yelled back.
“What was that brat!?”
“Oh, are your ears failing you in your old age already? Too bad, at least I a-” Harry yelped and ducked the oncoming spell sent at him.
Voldemort had his wand out and pointed at the space were once Harry stood and his left eye was twitching. The brat was really trying him here and damn it, he was winning in it too. Something he did not like happening. Harry who was now currently hiding behind the counter was snickering to himself, all facts about the previous situation forgotten and more thinking about ways to annoy Voldemort further. Thinking about Voldemort, Harry wondered where his godfathers where. It had been three days since he last heard of them and there was no sign on them. Maybe Sirius got himself in prison again on Hawaii; Harry wouldn’t put it past him.
Harry, feeling brave, slowly raised his head and peeked above the counter only to come face to face with Voldemort. The next thing that happened was so fast neither of them knew if it really happened at all. Harry jumping back while yelping tripped over a chair which led to him falling on the table that then flipped over and sent his half eaten lunch at Voldemort who ducked. But the flying lunch then landed on Kreacher who had just entered the kitchen with resulted in him screeching like a banshee thus waking up Walburga. The bitch began screaming again about Purebloods and traitors.
This then lead to a very pissed off and annoyed Voldemort with a wand in his hand that was sparkling with the Avada Kedavra. Harry, seeing the danger he was in, decided that this was a good time to leave the older man alone and hope that he may kill the House-Elf that doesn’t really want to serve under him and Sirius but is still doing it because the little thing has no other choice.
“I think I will search for Nagini... she has been awful quiet lately...” Harry mumbled to himself while crawling out of the dangerous war zone.
“DAMN YOU POTTER! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” was all Harry heard before he was hiding in his room.
Harry: Where the hell is KM! I am going to kill her!
Lilly: I have no idea... she left in the middle of the chapter...
Voldy: That woman is dead!
Lilly: Oh, she left a letter!
Dear little Sissies,
If you are wondering where I am, don’t bother. I left the country to go and build myself a new life and be far away from you guys. I had gotten the feeling as if I was going to die should I have stayed till the end of the chapter. I am sure that Harry has already threatened my life together with Voldemort.
Anyways! I will send you the chapters when they are finished always with a note attached for the readers!
Bye-bii~
KM
Lilly: ...
Harry&Voldy: ...
Voldy: Die a painful, slow and tortures death!
Lilly: Forget it Voldemort, I tried that one already and it didn’t work...
Harry: Help us!
KM: Awww sooo cute! And thanks for the reviews! I want more of those! Please???
Disclaimer: Why are you so mean to me! What have I ever done to you! cries
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: Sooo now you will find out what happened to Tom! Sooo yeah! Now I am going to show you what will happen to Voldemort. If he behaves like a cat, if he has ears and a tail, or if he is still a bastard or nothing at all happened to him! I know I was mean with just ending it in chapter eight without telling what happened to Voldemort. But that is why it gives a ninth chapter! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! ENJOY THE CHAP!
Chapter 9
Voldemort was my kitten!
~*~Time skip next morning Grimmauld Place, Harry’s room~*~
It was early in the morning when Harry woke up. The sun was not even up yet but he woke from something warm next to him. He had his eyes still closed and his sleep fogged brain didn’t really know what was going on though he touched that something that was so warm. He snuggled into the warmth and let out a sigh of content. He burrowed his head into the moving, what he assumed, pillow. But he jerked his head away when he heard a low chuckled coming from his ‘pillow’ and it vibrated under his cheek. He sat up and his green eyes were wide open and staring at the ‘pillow’ next to him. The moment his eyes laid upon the pillow he wished he died... and he wondered where his boxers where.
“ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!” and Harry fell from the bed.
Scarlet eyes flashed with amusement when they saw the reaction of the Potter-boy. It was an amusing sight to see. The way the boy had first burrowed his head into his chest and then jerked away as if bitten by a snake. The way his eyes had widened when they saw him. It was delicious. Voldemort chuckled and moved to the edge of the bed and looked down at the sprawled body of one Harry James Potter.
Harry groaned and held his head while his eyes were shut tight. His shirt had riddled up when he fell and his lower parts were now exposed to the scarlet eyes above him. Not that the owner of said eyes minded the view he was getting. It was a nice sight to see.
“Ow, my head” moaned Harry in pain and slowly sat up while blinking rapidly.
When he had his barging back, he could only gasp at what he saw. There hovering above him was his enemy Voldemort. But what shocked him the most was the amused expression on that handsome face with those scarlet laughing eyes.
“Really Potter, have you no shame?”
Harry narrowed his eyes at the elder male above him and glared at him only to yelp when he was yanked up. A chuckled was met with his ears and he glared again at Voldemort only to let it drop when he saw the face of his supposed enemy. It was relaxed and not set up in its usual smug smirk or scowl or glare. It was something new to him and it baffled him. Voldemort on the other hand took this as chance to pull Potter on his lap.
“Tut, tut, boy” Harry twitched at those words and noticed where he was placed in.
If looks could kill Voldemort would be more than six feet under. But it did make Harry wonder how Voldemort came into Grimmauld Place. As far as he knew that bastard did not know where it was located let alone the words to enter with the Fidelius Charm. Sirius and Remus had it re-done after he had moved in with Sirius in the house and to make sure that Dumbles did not come for him when he last expected it to happen.
“Let go of me!” he struggled in Voldemort’s hold but was unsuccessful of freeing himself.
“I’d rather not that you run away, Potter” sneered Voldemort out, trying to hide his arousal when the boy wriggled in his lap. “We have so much to talk about”
Harry gulped when he heard the forbidden and darkness in the man’s voice. It sent shivers up his spine and let him feel anxious. For what, he did not know. But somehow he got the feeling he was better off not knowing about this fact at all.
“What would that be...?” he hoped that his voice was not wavering like he thought it was.
Because, let’s face it. If you were alone with your worst enemy in a room totally alone and without any weapon and at their mercy, wouldn’t you act the same? Let’s not forget that you are not having any boxers on at all and that something very big was poking your buttocks. Yes, it was totally normal and understandable for Harry to act in such a way.
“Why, the fact that I am here in your room, the war, those nice dreams of yours...” he trailed off while still sounding nonchalant.
It made Harry twitched and blush a beet red, maybe even redder? Harry coughed in awkwardness and hoped with all his might that Voldemort did not see his blush. But knowing his luck, the man did saw it and it made Harry blush harder and wish a hole would open up and swallow him.
“Erhm... do I have to sit here?” Harry wished he could slap himself. He sounded so meek even to his own ears.
His cheeks reddened a nice crimson colour when he heard an amused chuckle. That bastard was thinking that this is funny. Harry huffed and crossed his arms while pouting. This was not fair.
“Really, Potter, this is not a way to act when you are near your enemy” scolded him Voldemort.
Harry only glared at the wall. Of course he knew that you should not act like this with your enemy. But can you blame him? Yesterday was everything normal for him and then he woke up with the Dark Lord next him, using him as a pillow and without any boxers on. Did he mention that he got the feeling that his virginity was at stake here too? No? Well, now he did.
“What are you doing here?” he asked the red eyed man while trying to free himself and failing at it. “And can you let go of me?”
And no, he did not just whine the last part out. That must be your imagination. Harry pouted when the arms around him only tightened their hold. Voldemort on the other hand found this highly amusing and a smirk was making its way on his face.
“Do you really need to ask how I got here, boy? Can’t you work this out for yourself? And no, I like to know where my enemies are when I talk with them”
Somehow Harry had the feeling that Voldemort enjoyed humiliating him like this and that it was just a lie. No way in hell would he have done such a thing to Dumbledore, Harry was sure about this. He had never seen the old goat on the Dark Lord’s lap. In fact, now that he thought about it. It was a scary thought and he was sure that his horror was shown in his face too. Voldemort sighed and nearly rolled his eyes at the Potter heir. It was not that he didn’t like the silence but he had thought that the boy would give him a fight here and not just sit there. Oh well, he could always get the boy while they talked.
He smirked when he got the perfect idea to get the Potter brat to comply with him. He took Potter’s face in his hands and then turned his head to him, sitting face to face with each other. He smirked at the boy that was staring at him now and then blushed. It was nearly cute how the boy acted with him.
“Now, Potter, I have a few questions for you and you will answer them, yes?”
Harry just nodded, the tone Voldemort used on him didn’t bold well with him. Somehow it let him feel vulnerable, which he was, and that he should better obey or else. But there was also the fact that the elder was much more powerful than him and could use wandless magic at any given time, not like him. He was at Voldemort’s mercy here and both of them knew it.
“Good, then I want to know from you, how it came that you dream of me?”
Harry heard the mockery in Voldemort’s voice. But it still didn’t help him, he blushed. It isn’t like you always dream of your worst enemy in such a way, with said enemy finding out about it. Harry was sure that all of his blood had rushed to his head. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and that bastard was chuckling at him, this wasn’t helping him in the slightest.
“Well, Potter, I am waiting?”
Harry didn’t really know what to say to this and he was still boxer less! Talk about an awkward situation! Voldemort was getting annoyed with the silence on Potter’s part. He wanted some answers from the brat, now!
“I do not like to repeat myself once more Potter, though you better tell me now!” the way Voldemort growled those words out made Harry shiver.
Harry just stiffened when he heard those words. He didn’t really know how to answer this and he wanted to have some boxers damn it! Why did that have to happen to him? Maybe he shouldn’t have dyed Sirius hair pink with orange streaks when he came home. But it was just too tempting and he had been asking for it. Karma really is a bitch. He sighed and let his head hang. Voldemort on the other hand was really getting pissed. Why was it that this brat did not answer him? What was so hard on the question that the brat did not understand to answer him? There was nothing hard at this at all. He growled lowly in the back of his throat and was faintly amused when the boy jumped in his lap.
At least he got some entertainment out of this. He felt how the boy began to tense under him and leaned down, his mouth next to Potter’s ear. He felt how the boy shivered and wondered from what it could be. Was it from fear? Or was it from something completely different? It would certainly be interesting to know. But he was called back to the present by Potter’s stuttering voice.
Now why can’t the brat always be like that? It would have made his life so much easier to begin with his.
“Erhm... well, you see...”
Voldemort just let a bemused chuckle out and Harry could have sworn that he was now in hell. This was even worse than when Sirius thought it would be funny to dress him up as a girl and then take photos of it. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and the fact that Voldemort had now curled an arm around his waist was not helping. `Damn! Get a grip of yourself, Potter! You have to get away from this snake bastard... BUT HOW?!´ he cried out mentally. It was just not fair that his life was so fucked up.
“Yes, Potter...?”
Damn this smug bastard to Dumbledore’s underwear and back! Maybe without the coming back part, the bastard deserved it.
Harry began to fidget in the Dark Lord’s lap. “Can’t I sit on my own...?”
“No, as long as you do not answer me you shall be sitting here”
Harry groaned when he heard the smugness in Voldemort’s voice. Of course the arsehole would love to see him in such a position and milk it for all it is worth. What had he done in his past life to deserve something like this happening to him?
“At least give me some boxers then!” Harry whimpered out, he still felt vulnerable and berated himself in the same time for whining in front of the man that could kill him at any given moment.
“Why should I let you have a pair mhmm...? It is your fault after all for not keeping them on from last night, is it not?”
Harry knew that Voldemort was playing with him and trying to get a reaction out of him. The bastard was doing a great job in doing so already. Wait, did Voldemort just say it was his fault? How can this be his fault even he doesn’t even know why he didn’t wear his boxers to begin with?
“What the hell do you mean it is my fault!” he yelled at the bastard while turning around and japing his finger Voldemort’s chest.
Voldemort was bemused the way Harry’s mood changed so fast. Maybe he should tell him how it was his fault? It would be quite funny to see Potter’s face then. He chuckled at that thought and his eyes flashed with hidden amusement.
“Fine, Potter, it is because you has just to dream about us having sex and I was near and just ha-” but Voldemort never got finish his sentence because Harry slapped his hand over his mouth.
“Don’t say it!” he hissed at him while his face went red. “How the hell did you get in here anyways?”
Instead of getting an answer, an eyebrow raised. Harry twitched at that and was ready to suffocate Voldemort with just his hand. `That might be not such a bad idea after all´ he snickered evilly in his mind and imagined the bastard slowly chocking to death. He was sure that he would do a great favour for all people out there.
“Think Potter, you were the one that brought me in here”
“I did not! I would never do such a thing!” Harry bristled out in anger his fingers twitching.
“But you did, boy. Think harder”
“I didn’t! How can I think about something like that when I don’t even know what you mean?” he argued back.
Voldemort just sighed pushed the boy down, smirking when he heard a thump and looked down at Potter. Said person was scowling at him and rubbing his bottom while he was on his knees and hand. It was something he should better not have done in the presence of a certain person. But Harry didn’t know that, nor did he know that Voldemort to some extend accepted the fact that he kind of liked the boy.
...
Nagini will never let him live that one down should she find out.
“Potter, do you really mean to tell me that you forget all about your little kitten?” a smirk was making its way onto Voldemort’s face.
Harry just blinked at him and cocked his head to the side in thought. His eyes widened when he finally understood what Voldemort meant with that. `Oh Merlin, please tell me it is not like I think it is! It can’t be!´ he thought while he began to tremble. Voldemort just chuckled at the picture that Potter made. It was really amusing for him.
“Do you get it now, Potter?” he asked him while chuckling.
It was silent after he asked that. Harry just couldn’t really believe it. He should have noticed it! He always felt pain when Voldemort was near. It gave him a headache that made his head feel like it was going to explode. Just like right.... now? It was then that Harry noticed that there was no pain at all coming from his scar and Voldemort was in front of him. He should feel pain but he didn’t. Why was that?
“P-prove it, prove to me that you are my kitten” he demanded, forgetting for a short time about the scar issue.
“Let me think... how about the fact that you and my familiar are gossiping about me and my bad habit of killing Muggles?”
“That proves nothing!” actually it did but Harry was not about to admit that to him. “Try something other”
A smirk made its way onto Voldemort’s face and Harry somehow got the feeling that he should run for his life. But before he could even move a muscle Voldemort said something that made Harry wish he had never picked up this kitten. Damn him and his love for animals.
“Last week you were hiding from Nagini because she was bugging you about a mate and that she had the perfect candidate for you, three days ago you and your Dogfather had been talking through the Floo and spoken of a way to get you away from Dumbledore and his schemes about using you in the war even though you are neutral and yesterday you had talk to me ab-”
But Voldemort never got to finish due to the fact that a cherry red Harry was again in his lap and holding his mouth close. Harry was sure that all the blood of his body was now in his face and he wouldn’t really be surprised should he pass out from this alone right now.
“F-fine, I believe you! But there is something other it bugs me if you were really my kitten then why did I not feel any pain! Heck, why am not feeling any at all right now?”
This was a really good question. Why was the boy not feeling any pain at all? Not even Voldemort knew why it was like this. As far as he knew there was no spell or potion that could do something like that. Even if there was one Potter would have used that one already. But then again it did have his advantages with the pain. Harry would always know if he was near or not.
“I have honestly no idea for that, boy. But now answer my other question, why are you dreaming of me?” Voldemort said this in a casual tone and it made Harry wonder what the hell he was up to.
Sometimes Harry really wished he wouldn’t suck at Occlumency so much, maybe then he would not be stuck in such a situation. But it was too late now and the only way out of this would be either to answer Voldemort or somehow find a way to get away from him. Where was Nagini when you needed her? Now Harry really wished that she would come and rescue him from her leering, when happened that anyway, master. Harry swallowed and tried to move away. But before that happened arms sneaked around him and pulled him closer to a chest.
“What the hell! Let me go!” Harry yelled while pounding his fists against the chest.
“I don’t think so” Voldemort chuckled at what Potter was doing. It was highly amusing when he and the boy both knew that it was no use. “It is your own fault for this. You belong to me now the moment you had those dreams and admitted you have a thing for me. You are mine now, boy. Mine to kill, mine to destroy, mine to hate, mine to love and as long as I live no one shall have you.”
Those words sent a shiver down Harry’s spine and he wondered how it had come down to this. First it was just asking why the dreams and how Voldemort came into the house and now he was sitting in Voldemort’s lap and being told that he was Voldermort’s property. Something that he did not like and his temper agreed with him on this one. He would show him that he was owned by no one. Not even some magical strong bastard that could kill him any given moment. It was something that would not just take in like that.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Harry shouted while he somehow threw Voldemort on his back and was now straddling his hips. “I am not your property for you to use like you want to! I am my own person and not your toy! If you want someone like this, go and use your Corpse Munchers for that!”
“But you are so much more amusing... dear”
“What did you just call me?” Harry asked him through gritted teeth. He somehow got the feeling that Voldemort was enjoying this a tad too much for his liking.
Voldemort just smirked at the boy and didn’t say anything else. Harry glared at him when he did not talk to him and was ready to suffocate the bastard with his pillow. Maybe this was not such a bad idea after all. He would be doing the world a great favour then.
“Now, now my precious that is no way to talk to me”
Harry’s eye twitched and he was sure that somewhere a puppy had just died. Because no way in hell would Voldemort of all people call him such a name, him being on drugs or not. Or it could be that he was dreaming some fucked up dream. He was sure that it was the latter.
“Die, you old fart!” with that Harry took a pillow and began to beat Voldemort.
Said person could only blink when he was assaulted by a pillow and could do nothing to defend himself. It was really surprising him and he had not thought that Potter would actually do anything to him. He had thought that the boy would be too shocked to even think about something like this. Never mind the fact that this was not a real weapon.
~Ireland, Manor of Saiko~
Saiko was sitting in her meeting room and waiting for her subordinates to arrive. Today was a day all of them had been working to. Because today was the day that each of her subordinates would bring in the ‘dirt’ that is not very well known about Dumbledore and would began to plan out how to bring this in the open with the Ministry together. The room was big enough to house all Hogwarts students in it and there would still be enough room for a few people. A loud crack was heard and Saiko turned to the little creature that was more known as a House-Elf and nodded to it, giving it the sign to let the people in. No words were spoken it was out of respect and the House-Elf knew that this woman was higher in status than it was and thus was not allowed to talk to her.
It was only allowed to talk to her should its Mistress talk first to it and ask of it something. It may be something strange to an outsider but to the House-Elf it was not. It was totally normal and that was the way it grew up. The door opened the first people entered.
“Good morning my Lady” greeted her Augusta Longbottom with a courtesy.
“A good morning to you too, Lady Longbottom, I see that you have brought Lord Black with you”
Sirius just grunted as a greeting. It was too early in his opinion to be up. The sun wasn’t even up yet and they were holding this meeting. Why so early when he could still be in bed and dream about frying Dumbledore over a bonfire? It was just not fair. But he knew this was needed when they wanted to bring Dumbledore down. It was because of him that this war was even started.
“Black, can’t you at least show some manners once in your life time?” sneered Augusta at him. Honestly it wouldn’t kill him.
“Is too early... I need coffee first” mumble the Black Lord out.
“Is that all you can think about?”
“Of course not, Augusta; I can think of other things too! I can’t forget my godson and my pranks and Moony and the shit Dumbledore puts us through.”
“I hardly conspire these things important, maybe the Dumbledore issue and your godson but the other things? What are you, a child that learns to walk and talk?”
“What did you say, old hag?” he bristled angrily.
“Who are you calling old, boy? I have you know that I am very young considered to other witches!”
“Oh really, I am sure that this is just your imagination on this matter!”
Saiko just shook her head the scene in front of her. It was just too sad but she couldn’t pay any more attention to them because her other guests seemed to arrive. Saiko watched with cold and icy eyes how her subordinates arrived. Would the public see just who was all working under her, it would be a great shock to them. Under the people that arrived were Narcissa Malfoy, Bill, Percy and Charlie Weasely, Zabini, Rudolphus Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., who had taken into hiding in her Manson after the tournament, Andromeda Tonks, The Nott family and many other people that would have either belong into the Dark or Light families in the public’s eye. It was really sad how narrowed minded most people could be.
Saiko nodded to all of them while they began to take seats on the table and talking under each other. Each of them having their own good news and speculating about what will happen next. Of course Sirius and Augusta had abandoned their little fight in favour of finding out what their Mistress had planned next and waiting for their next orders. Saiko let her eyes go through the crowed in front of her, nodding to herself she then stood up. It was all silent and each of them looked at her, waiting for her to speak.
“All of you know why are here for today’s meeting, yes?” she didn’t wait for an answer from them and continued. “Thanks to our dear Narcissa, we have enough proof to show that Dumbledore has been controlling the Ministry from behind the scenes and used his positions to make sure that no one will find out about this. Rita, I hope you will make good use of your quill in this”
“Of course, I always had hoped to write something like this!” came the delighted voice from one Rita Skeeter.
“Good, good, now onto other matters. As you all know Voldemort has gone missing and no one other than Lucius Malfoy and Dumbledore are behind this. I know that none of you have found him till now. But when you do, contact me immediately; his help is needed in this. I have been too long in the shadows and cannot continue and watch how Britain’s magical world is destroying itself with Fudge. He would be the best candidate for the position as Minister. I know that all of you people agree with me.
Of course his earlier methods were not humanity and unorthodox but we have to change that and make sure that he will agree with us and us with him.”
No one said anything to this. It was the truth after all. Voldemort did have the brain and the ideals to make sure that Britain would not go under and destroy itself. But how can they make him to agree with them and him stopping the Muggle-Born killings? There are his little Death Eaters too that they could not forget. But when someone could get them to agree with them, it would only be Voldemort. First of all they had to find him and that had been coming tricky as of lately. No one really knew where he was and with Lucius and Dumbledore he could be everywhere. They were sure that he was not dead, he was not that easy to be killed as he had proved time after time though the only thing that they could have done was tricking him into something. But what could that be?
Augusta was the first one to speak after hearing this. A scowl was in her face, showing her displeasure of this but it was no use. They wanted this to work and this man was their only hope. She had to admit this but that did not mean that she had to like it.
“I think I am speaking for all of us here when I say, how? This man is thick-headed and it will take us time for him to agree, the time that we not have!”
Saiko sighed at hearing this. Yes, this was something she had dreaded to hear because, if she was frank with them, she did not know herself what to do in this situation. She really didn’t know how to make him agree with them.
“Please Augusta, I know what you mean. I still do not know what we could give him to help us. We can only start now with Dumbledore and then with Fudge out of the office. If I am to be frank with you, I do not have an idea myself how to make him work with us.”
It was silent after this till the Zabini Matriarch spoke up. “I may have an idea how to make him work with us... but we need Potter for this”
This was something that Sirius did not like at all and hi voiced his opinion loudly out. “OH HELL NO! EVERYTHING BUT MY GODSON! I have just made sure that Bumbles can’t get his hands on him! No way will I let Voldemort have him now!”
The ‘Death Eaters’ flinched at hearing this. Of course everyone had heard about this and how Black had fought against the old coot to make sure that Harry stayed with him.
“Oh no, Black! I meant that our Lord would more agree with your terms if it were Potter that told them to him... I mean the boy is the only one that had bested him” she trailed off and hoped that Black would at least believe her in this.
It was true after all. The boy would be the only one that would get Voldemort to listen to them. He did beat the man time after time and sometimes got him to listen to him.
“Fine” he huffed out and crossed his arms. “But if he does one funny thing to my godson, I grill his ass!”
“Of course, Black” Augusta rolled her eyes at hearing this.
Sirius would really never change. That man will never grow up, a child in a man’s body.
“If that is out of the way, I would like that Charlie and Percy begin with talking about Dumbledore and what he has done in the Ministry in public, talk about suspicions in the Ministry and such”
The men in question nodded their heads and blinked when files appeared in front of them.
“Read them, they will help you with this. Now Rita, I know that you have been listening in on Dumbledore and Lucius meetings. Write it in an article and everything other you have found out about their plans, report to me. We will then discuss how we can use this information in an article then. I don’t care if those are rumours or not. We need this to get them back, is that understood?”
Rita nodded at her boss’ words and Apparated out of the room. She knew when she was dismissed and not needed anymore. Her job now was it to get people out of Dumbledore’s clutches and begin to believe into their cause.
“The Death Eaters of you, I want to go and find Voldemort. I don’t care how you do it but the moment you find him tell him about the proposition I made and at least get him to agree to meet me”
“We make sure that this will happen. And what is about Bellatrix? She has totally lost it in the years she was in Azkaban”
“I don’t care how you do it but make sure that she will not get between this. She is a lost cause and she is in need of help. As long as she is like this she cannot help us.” Saiko told them.
“Ah... yes, of course...” Rudolphus didn’t really know what to say about this.
She was his wife. But he doubted that any help could help her at all. She was already too lost in her insanity and that was that. He knew this very well and had given up any hope to get his Bella back. He may not show it but he loved his wife and if death was the only way to free her from it then there was nothing he could do about it. Of course, Saiko may not have said that it was death that would await his wife. But he could read between the lines and those were screaming the words at him.
“Augusta, I want that you together with Bill and Black to go in search of something for me. It will help is a great deal against Dumbledore.”
Saiko smirked when she saw the twitch in Augusta’s left eye. It seemed that she was not that happy to go together with Black on a mission... again. Ah, it was fun to watch them interact like that. It was great entertainment for her.
“And please, behave like the adults you are and not like five year old children” she told them with a stern voice.
“Of course, my Lady”
“Hn fine”
“I mean it you two. If only one of you misbehaves and you have to look after Dumbledore himself.”
~Ministry~
Rita Skeeter was in her beetle form and hiding in the office of Dumbledore that he had there as chief of the Wizangmont. The office in itself did not look any different than the one back at Hogwarts. The only difference was the lack of portraits. But that was of no importance for her, what was of importance was the fact that today Dumbledore would meet with Lucius and Barty Crouch Sr. Rita didn’t really know why Barty would meet up with them but she had already a good idea. The only thing she had to do was listening in on them and then write it in her article like her last ones. Of course she had to be careful to not be detected but she had managed the last few times and today would be no difference if she had a say in this.
Rita tensed when the door to the office opened and she hurriedly hide behind one of the trinkets in the office. It was show time...
~That afternoon Grimmauld Place, Kitchen~
Harry, fully clothed thank god for that, was sitting in the kitchen with a smirking Voldemort opposite of him. Really, he didn’t really know what he had done to deserve this but he was sure that it was all Sirius fault. When was it not? He growled at the smug bastard and began to stab his lunch with his fork. The poor lunch it never lived passed this terrible torture.
“Stop smirking like that!” Harry growled out while is grip tightened on the fork.
“And why ever should I listen to you? If I remember correctly then I am the stronger one of us, have more power and could easily kill you, yes?”
Harry just growled at hearing those words. Damn him for being right and damn him for knowing that he knew that Harry knew it too.
“Shut it you smug bastard!”
Voldemort just raised an eyebrow at those words and leaned one elbow on the table while his chin rested in the palm of his hand. Harry just glared at him before he looked smug at the bastard in front of him.
“I am going to sue you!” Harry cried out while his knife pointed at him.
Voldemort’s chin slipped out of his hand and it hit the table hard while he looked totally shocked at the Potter heir. Did he just hear right? Did the boy just say that he will sue him, him the Dark Lord?
“What?” he asked totally baffled.
“You heard me! I am going to sue you!”
He couldn’t help himself. He had to just ask. “Why?”
“Why, you ask?” Harry asked him bemused. “Because you are a paedophile, that’s why!”
“What...?” Voldemort really didn’t know what to say to this.
Harry was right in a way. He was a paedophile for lusting after the younger and all the things he had done to him. But if he remembered correctly the boy did not protest to any of it. That had to count for something but the brat would most likely lie in court and everyone would believe him. He lost that one, one way or another.
“You heard me, old man!”
Voldemort’s eye twitched when he heard that. He was many things a Dark Lord, a bastard and many other things had he been called. But never in his entire life had he been called old. Come to think of it, it was only Potter that did that. No one would really have thought that he was an old man with that body that he currently had and will have for a very long time.
“Potter...” he growled out and Harry the nerve to look at him innocently.
“Yes? What is it, Tommy?”
Voldemort just growled louder at those words and the way the boy was playing innocent with him. Oh hell no, he would not play this game with the boy. He would make sure that the boy knew his place with him. A smirk made its way on his face and it was frightening Harry to some extend but not by much. What horrible thing could possible happen to him?
“Potter, don’t forget which one of us has a wand this moment and which one has not” Harry didn’t like the smirk on ‘Tommy’s’ face at all. “Do you really want to find out how it is to be on the receiving end of my temper?”
“Erhm... no?”
“Then shut up and eat your lunch!”
“Aw, don’t you like it when I talk with you?” Harry asked with a pout and Voldemort’s eye twitched.
The brat was mocking him, he just knew it. But no way in hell would he let the boy win in this. He was a Dark Lord and Dark Lords do not lose to sixteen year olds. Well, expect to Harry that is but the boy was never normal to begin with.
“Watch it, brat!”
~*~Time skip three days Grimmauld Place, Kitchen~*~
Harry was sitting in the kitchen and reading the Daily Prophet even though it was rubbish. The rubbish in it was at least funny and something to laugh about.
“Voldemort, I think you should read this...” Harry said with a pale face when he had read the article.
“And why should I read this rubbish?” Voldemort asked him dryly.
“Because it has something to say about Lucius and the old goat”
“And that is new, how? As far as I know they are always portrayed as good in it” he said while drinking his coffee.
“Not this time! Just read it!”
Deciding to humour the boy, Voldemort took the paper from Potter and began to read the article. With each passing word he read his eyebrow began to rise.
Headmaster and School Councillor corrupting our children
This reporter has grave news to deliver to all the parents out there that let their children go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly. Six days ago at exactly Wednesday have one Albus Dumbledore and one Lucius Malfoy hold a secret meeting in the Ministry. This reporter was shocked at what she had heard in this meeting. It seemed that this meeting was a secret one because none of the other members of the school board had been seen and this reporter had stumble upon them after an interview with the new Head of the Aurors. What was discussed in this meeting was something that has shocked this reporter to the bone and she can’t really fathom in words. Thus she has decided to give you the meeting word to word.
(Reporter Note: Lucius Malfoy will be bold while talking and Albus Dumbledore underlined)
Good evening, Albus.
Good evening to you too, Lucius, my boy! I hope you had a-
Cut that foolish game of yours, Albus. You know why I am here. The Potter-boy is a problem and the Dark Lord is still missing as you know. I would have never thought that your plan would work...
Ah, my boy, of course it would work. Voldemort will be no problem of ours when we have taken care of the Potter and the Death Eaters loyal to him.
Be that it may, Albus. We have other problems now. Not only is the Potter-boy under Lady Le-Fey’s protection, she even threatened us or have you forgotten this little fact?
But you forget, Lucius. The woman does not have the power to protect the boy all the time!
Foolish old man! Of course she has! Don’t tell me you forget who she is!
My boy, everyone has a weakness and this woman is not an exception to that rule.
Albus, I know that you are a great and powerful wizard but both, you and I, know that this woman can easily destroy us and make sure no one knows that it was her. Don’t tell me you have forgotten about IT?
Yes, how could I forget THAT? But this is not of topic here. We need to make sure that she is busy though there is no protection on Potter in the next few weeks.
May I ask why?
Lucius, you know how important the boy is to our society yes? We need to get rid of him and made sure that Voldemort is to blame. While there is drift between the sides, we will make our move. I have told you already the plan and what will happen. But we need Potter for this dead.
Yes, I remember you. You told me times and again how important it were. But how are we getting to the boy? As far as I know the boy is never seen alone and at least Black knows what we are up to.
You do not need to worry about this. Your son and Ginerva will be enough to get to the boy.
Are you implying to get my son and this girl to lie to the boy and telling him that they want to be friends and that Ginerva knew nothing about what you have been talking with her about?
Certainly, my boy, a little apology here and the boy will forgive her and Draco will tag along. Harry Potter will then be my pawn and Ginerva just needs to use a little love portion to get him to agree to do for her whatever she wants him to. It will be easy for us.
This reporter was horror stricken at what she heard between those two men. What you, my readers, just read was just little piece of information being traded. It is inhuman what those two people have planned on doing, to go and use a child like that and drugging him. This reporter wonders what has happened to our society that there is so much corruption in it. Albus Dumbledore, our hero from the first war, is not the same person we once have known him. That he would go and abuse his power in such a way. It is a sad and pathetic tragedy.
It seemed that even the best under us can be corrupted by power. The Headmaster of Hogwarts seemed not be as innocent and light as we all thought when I judge this meeting right. He seems to be in the same league as the Dark Lord but compromised with the Dark Lord, Albus Dumbledore uses his grandfatherly mask and his position as Headmaster to get to his goals.
Now readers I ask of you. Is this man really someone that should look after our children while they are in Hogwarts? Is he really as light as he seems to be? Will he go and try to use our children like he is trying to use Harry Potter?
But the biggest question here is, is he worse than our current Dark Lord?
This reporter does not know the answer but she hopes that at least the Ministry will do something against this. If not then our society is doomed.
Article by Rita Skeeter
More information on the meeting between Albus Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy page 6.
Missing Dark Lord? More about this on page 10.
Dark Lord really a Dark Lord or did Albus Dumbledore play with us all? More about this on page 13.
Voldemort was seething at what he had read and crumbled the news paper in his hands. The information on the other pages had him lose control on his magic that was now cracking madly around him. Its colour was black and forming around him like a coat. This sight was frightening Harry. Harry had backed up in a corner far away from the pissed of Dark Lord and was now whimpering in fright. This was a sight he had never seen on the Dark Lord and it was really frightening him. It just proved to him that he was really nothing against him and has so much to learn still.
Harry swallowed heavily when he felt the magic brush against him. It sent shivers down his spine. The magic didn’t feel safe to him, it was dark and it was dangerous. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to submit to the being that let this strong magic out. Hell, even his magic wanted him to submit to this being. But he was just too frightening to listen to them. Even if he did, Harry would have done it on his own too. He knew that Voldemort was dangerous and just out of luck lived through their few encounters. It had nothing to do with his abilities. It was just that, luck. Dumb luck at that, that always let him escape with his life.
Voldemort on the other hand didn’t really notice his surroundings anymore. He was just too angered to even see straight. But he was brought out of his rage filled trance when he heard whimpering. He blinked a good few times till his focus was back and slowly took deep breathes. His magic was slowly calming down and began to retreat into his body but it was still lashing out a few times while doing so. The whimpering just got louder when the magic lashed out again. It was then that Voldemort decided that whoever was whimpering there, he did not like it coming from them.
Harry was pressed tightly against the wall and whimpered louder. Even though the magic was slowly calming down, it did not help him calming down. It was still frightening to him and he really wished that Padfoot or Moony were there and held him. But they were not here instead there was a psychopathic and powerful wizard with him that was out for his blood and currently pissed off. Not a comforting thought for him. Harry knew that there really shouldn’t be any fear of Voldemort; he knew the man was not angry with him but he couldn’t help it. The power that Voldemort had just shown spoke volumes to him. That was frightening.
Voldemort sighed when he was in control of himself again and rubbed his temples when he saw how Potter was curled into a ball in a corner far away from him. Great, that was really something that he needed. He didn’t really know what he was supposed to do with Potter right now. He had never been in a situation where he had to comfort someone. He had always killed them or tortured them when they were getting on his nerves with their wailing. But this was different. The boy had been looking after him while he was in that... ‘condition’. Though that had to be counting for something, right?
“Potter!” he barked out but it only made the boy recoil and whimper.
Yes, Voldemort had no real idea what he had to do now. He was thoroughly fucked in this situation. He sighed again and slowly made his way over to the boy. Maybe he should try a different approach? It was a good start.
“Po- Harry, calm down here is nothing to fear or that will hurt you” by Merlin did it sound weird to call the boy by his given name and say such things.
“Liar, there is always something out there to harm me!”
Voldemort sighed and rubbed his temples again. The boy was really trying his patience.
“I said that nothing is here that will hurt you, not out there!” he said in frustration. “Now come here and stop being so pathetic!”
That got a reaction out of the boy.
“Who the hell are you calling pathetic you paedophile? If I remember correctly it is you that never success in killing me”
“At least I did not just whimper like a little girl the last few minutes, brat!” Voldemort growled out.
“At least I am not an old fart that tries to be young!” Harry yelled back.
“What was that brat!?”
“Oh, are your ears failing you in your old age already? Too bad, at least I a-” Harry yelped and ducked the oncoming spell sent at him.
Voldemort had his wand out and pointed at the space were once Harry stood and his left eye was twitching. The brat was really trying him here and damn it, he was winning in it too. Something he did not like happening. Harry who was now currently hiding behind the counter was snickering to himself, all facts about the previous situation forgotten and more thinking about ways to annoy Voldemort further. Thinking about Voldemort, Harry wondered where his godfathers where. It had been three days since he last heard of them and there was no sign on them. Maybe Sirius got himself in prison again on Hawaii; Harry wouldn’t put it past him.
Harry, feeling brave, slowly raised his head and peeked above the counter only to come face to face with Voldemort. The next thing that happened was so fast neither of them knew if it really happened at all. Harry jumping back while yelping tripped over a chair which led to him falling on the table that then flipped over and sent his half eaten lunch at Voldemort who ducked. But the flying lunch then landed on Kreacher who had just entered the kitchen with resulted in him screeching like a banshee thus waking up Walburga. The bitch began screaming again about Purebloods and traitors.
This then lead to a very pissed off and annoyed Voldemort with a wand in his hand that was sparkling with the Avada Kedavra. Harry, seeing the danger he was in, decided that this was a good time to leave the older man alone and hope that he may kill the House-Elf that doesn’t really want to serve under him and Sirius but is still doing it because the little thing has no other choice.
“I think I will search for Nagini... she has been awful quiet lately...” Harry mumbled to himself while crawling out of the dangerous war zone.
“DAMN YOU POTTER! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” was all Harry heard before he was hiding in his room.
Harry: Where the hell is KM! I am going to kill her!
Lilly: I have no idea... she left in the middle of the chapter...
Voldy: That woman is dead!
Lilly: Oh, she left a letter!
Dear little Sissies,
If you are wondering where I am, don’t bother. I left the country to go and build myself a new life and be far away from you guys. I had gotten the feeling as if I was going to die should I have stayed till the end of the chapter. I am sure that Harry has already threatened my life together with Voldemort.
Anyways! I will send you the chapters when they are finished always with a note attached for the readers!
Bye-bii~
KM
Lilly: ...
Harry&Voldy: ...