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Carry on my Wayward Son	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18784 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hello!!! Oh my god I’m finally back. I’ve had the most rotten luck with my computer at the moment. My Mac (I can’t believe I let someone talk me into getting one) has just died and while I managed to back everything up before it had its total meltdown it’s the only computer I have. I have taken everything to my mother’s house tonight to try and work on my stories, because of course the muse is biting, but it’s a Windows computer and nothing apple will work on a windows computer. So a lot of headache later and I’m only just now managing to get this edited after a lot of creative navigating through my Ipad. All I can say is thank Merlin it’s still working well. Anyway here we go, I hope you enjoy the update and sorry for the wait.
A Surprise
Breakfast the following morning was tense for Harry. He was still expecting a punishment and the longer it took the more on edge it made him. Not that anyone else would have been able to tell, on the outside he was the epitome of poise. Lissy popped into the room at one point and whispered something to Voldemort who gave her a quiet command before she popped away again. He seemed pleased about something and Harry could only hope it didn’t bode ill for any of them.
Just before breakfast was over a man in a mask, much like Harry’s, entered the room. He was dressed smartly in brown battle robes, his honey hair was slicked back and neat and he had a tidy moustache which was artfully groomed.
Voldemort smiled as he entered and stood up to greet the new arrival. “Everybody this is the newest member of my inner circle, Rem. I have brought him here for one purpose only, to instruct and assist my new right hand, who, while being one of my most competent death eaters, is still young and has further training to undergo. He will be with my right hand at all times, including accompanying him on missions to ensure his skills are perfectly polished and to give him back up, as he seems to be often saving the rest of you or left to escape on his own, don’t think I haven’t noticed the rest of you failing in that department.” The gathered death eaters shrank down into themselves and Harry wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
“Rem, like my right hand, is not to be spoken to directly unless you have been given express permission by myself and should any harm come to him from any of you,” he looked pointedly at Bellatrix, “the punishment will be severe. That is all. You may finish your breakfast and get on with today’s assignments.” Most of the death eaters left the table, the inner circle the only ones remaining. Voldemort returned to the table but didn’t sit. “I will be heading to the parlour now, the rest of you pay join me there when you are done. Except for you, young one.” he looked at Harry. “When you are finished I want you to show Rem to the library, he has some things to go over with you.”
“Very well, My Lord,” Harry agreed, wiping his hands on his napkin. “With your permission I will head there now.” Voldemort inclined his head and Harry stood up from the table, bowed to the dark lord and motioned for Rem to follow him into the corridor.
“It’s a bit of a labyrinth this place, but you’ll learn your way around soon enough,” Harry said conversationally as they walked. He was puzzling over this latest development and wondering what it would mean for him. Was Voldemort trying to make sure he didn’t disappear while on a mission again? Was the man here to make his life hard so Voldemort wouldn’t have to think of a way to hurt him without harming him again? He guessed he’d find out soon enough.
They reached the library rather quickly and Harry invited Rem to proceed him through the door. He followed the man inside and closed the door behind them, locking it against intrusion as Voldemort always had him do during lessons. “So the Lord is pretty specific with who I am and am not allowed to talk to,” Harry said, making his way over to the window on the far wall to open the shutters manually, a muggle habit he’d never quite been able to kick. “He hasn’t spoken about you to me before now so I’m assuming he’s told you how much we are to know about each oth-” The word died on his lips as he turned back toward the man and found he had taken his mask off. “Remus,” he gasped, torn between overwhelming joy and devastating sorrow at seeing his other god father here in the manor. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’m here to be your body guard, for lack of a better word,” Remus replied.
“But how did this happen? When? I don’t understand.”
“Severus came to Grimauld place and collected me last night. He brought me here where the Dark Lord presented his offer and the story about you and Dumbledore was explained to me. I was given a choice to stay here with you and do this job or be obliviated and returned to Grimauld, I obviously chose the former,” Remus explained.
Harry felt tears sting his eyes. All the trouble he’d gone to to keep Remus out of harms way and protect him had been for nothing, he’d still ended up in the middle of the war. “But this isn’t right,” Harry protested. “You were supposed to be kept out of all of this. I did everything that needed to be done. You’re supposed to be safe and protected, not thrown right into the middle of the fighting. This isn’t the way this is supposed to be.”
“Harry-”
“No this isn’t right! You need to leave, now! Go back to Grimauld place and don’t ever come back here. We’ve been working for weeks on how to keep you safe and it’s going to work, we’ve sorted it all out. I can’t protect Severus but I can damn well make sure you don’t die for me like Sirius did. You’re going to come out of this war and live a happy, peaceful life when it’s all over. I won’t lose another parent!”
“Harry calm down.” Remus crossed the room and grasped Harry’s arms gently. “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not, don’t you see? I did all of this to keep you safe and if I’ve failed in that then …” the tears started to choke him. “Then my life really has meant nothing and I really have just been a … a pawn in Dumbledore’s game,” he sobbed.
Remus pulled him into his arms and Harry couldn’t help but melt into the comfort they offered. He was so upset that Remus was in danger, but he’d missed the werewolf so much in the last couple of weeks. He ripped the mask off his face and buried his eyes in Remus’ shoulder, holding him tightly.
“Harry you have to listen to me. I know you wanted me safe, Severus explained all of this to me last night, but my life is nothing without you in it. I saw Lilly’s letter last night and that only cemented to me what I was already feeling. You are my family. You and Severus, you’re all I have in this world and I would rather be here, fighting alongside you and protecting you, even if that means my death, than living through this war and losing you.” His tone became slightly jovial. “And besides this is a pretty sweet deal. I get loads of time with you, all my meals provided, a new and finely crafted wardrobe and an elf to groom me should I ever start to look shabby. I’ve never lived this well.”
Harry huffed out a laugh, which he was sure had been Remus’ intention. He wasn’t happy about Remus being in the firing line, but he could also see the werewolf’s point and it would be nice to spend as much of whatever time he had left as possible with Remus. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” Remus disagreed. “But that’s the only part I can relate to. I know what you were thinking in doing this, but, Harry, you’re a child. You have so much life left to live, how could you hand yourself over to the Dark Lord like this? And why didn’t you tell me about Dumbledore? I know you wanted me safe but I would have much rather known.”
“I know, I just love you too much,” Harry admitted. “Just the thought of anything happening to you makes me feel like I’m dying inside.”
Remus sighed. “Yes, I know how that feels.”
“And you know why I came here, there was no other way. Either I die as a soldier of the light and my death means nothing, or I die as a death eater and through that negotiation I keep those I love safe. For me it was an easy choice,” he explained. “Besides, being here honestly isn’t that bad. Like you said there are perks, but there’s also no pretext, no lies and … I’m actually pretty happy here. The Dark Lord’s been rather nice all things considered.”
“Yes, I did find it a bit odd that he wants someone to be your protector,” Remus said, sounding puzzled.
“You and me both,” Harry agreed. “With the way these things usually work we’ll either find out at when the lord wants us to, or we’ll never find out at all. Voldemort seems to like to keep us guessing.”
“Well I don’t imagine the man has to explain himself very often,” Remus said. “So I guess he has the luxury of being enigmatic.”
Harry nodded and pulled back to look at Remus, taking in every feature of the face that he had missed so terribly. “I’m not happy that you’re in danger, but I am happy to see you.”
“I’m happy to see you too, cub,” Remus replied, stroking Harry’s hair gently. “I don’t imagine this will be the easiest job in the world, or the most pleasant considering who our employer is, but I’ll be here with you and Severus and there’s no place I’d rather be.”
Harry smiled sadly. “Are you ever going to tell Severus that?”
“Actually …” Remus trailed off and Harry pulled back to look at him searchingly.
“Actually?” he prompted.
Remus grinned goofily and Harry gave him a knowing smile in return. “Well, well, well, I never thought I’d see the day. Who caved first?”
“It was sort of mutual,” Remus replied, a blush rising in his cheeks.
“Okay, that blush you’ve got going there tells me it’s time to change the subject. I’m happy for you though, Moony.”
“Thanks, cub, I am too.” He gave Harry a happy smile. “So, Voldemort gave us the morning free, what do you want to do?”
“Catch me up on everyone back home,” Harry asked, leading Remus over to one of the couches and dropping down onto it, accioing his mask to him in case someone came looking for them.
XX
As far as Harry was aware Voldemort had spent the morning going through ministry information and other bits and pieces that didn’t really pertain to Harry. The inner circle all looked relaxed at lunch so it must have been a good morning. Voldemort smiled at Harry as he entered the room with Remus, both with their masks securely back in place. Harry was still wondering if a punishment was forthcoming for the previous night and he resolved to ask the dark lord after lunch. If there was a punishment coming he wanted it over and done with. Lunch was a quick affair and when it was over the lord ordered the inner circle back to the parlour. They headed there immediately and when they arrived he sent them all inside but kept Harry out with him in the corridor. Figuring he was going to carry out Harry’s punishment, or at least discuss it with him, Harry waved Remus inside when he paused to wait for him and shut the door behind him.
Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart Harry turned back to face the dark lord and asked, “Have you decided on my punishment for last night, my lord?”
Voldemort looked confused, “Punishment? You think I intend to punish you?” he asked.
“I was late returning and you were very angry with me when I did get back,” Harry reasoned. “I thought that perhaps you were thinking over how best to do it.”
Harry couldn’t read the expression on the dark lord’s face, but he looked grim and … almost guilty. “No, I have not been thinking of ways to punish you, Harry. Have you been on edge all day waiting for a punishment?”
Harry looked down and nodded, Yes, My Lord,” he replied honestly.
He heard Voldemort sigh. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, I didn’t exactly treat you kindly when you returned. I was angry about you putting yourself in danger by going to the order, yes, but I was more … concerned than anything else. Nobody knew where you were and I thought perhaps you’d been captured,” he explained.
Harry looked up at the lord, surprised. “You were worried about me?” he asked disbelievingly.
This time it was Voldemort’s turn to avert his gaze, a look of discomfort on his face. “Well … I do not want to see any harm come to you.” Harry had a moment to feel flattered before the man spoke again. “After all every death eater is important to the mission, we need everybody in top physical condition to defeat the ministry.”
“Of course,” Harry agreed, kicking himself mentally for even thinking that the lord might mean those words differently.
“Anyway, why don’t you head in and join the others. I just have one more thing to do before I come in,” Voldemort directed.
“Yes, My Lord.” Harry gave him a bow and headed into the room. He was relieved that he wasn’t going to be punished, but he was disappointed and annoyed with himself about his assumption.
XX
Voldemort watched Harry disappear behind the parlour door with a sigh. He’d behaved like a coward, but he hadn’t known how else to proceed after how the conversation bad begun.
“That was pathetic, Tom,” Nagini scolded, slithering up behind him.
Voldemort cringed at the disappointment in her tone. “How much did you hear?”
“The part where you were almost nice to that hatchling then backed out at the last minute,” Nagini replied. “I thought we’d agreed that you were going to be kind to the hatchling and tell him how you feel. Or has that agreement been terminated and it’s fallen to me to tell him?”
“No, the agreement is still in place. I kept him out in the corridor while the others went into the meeting to do just that,” Voldemort explained. “I was going to ask him how he liked his gift and having started off on a positive note I was going to segue into the feelings part afterward,” he explained.
“So what went wrong?” Nagini asked.
“Before I could ask about the gift he asked if I had decided on his punishment for last night,” Tom replied glumly. “I’d been so cruel to him when he returned from the mission that he thought I still intended to punish him and just hadn’t decided how until now.” Voldemort sighed. “That’s all he thinks of me, Nagini,” he said sadly. “I’m just the evil man who runs his life and hurts him. He’ll never think any more of me than that.”
“Oh no, don’t you start feeling all pathetic and sorry for yourself again!” Nagini scolded, rising up to her full height and hissing angrily. “If that’s the opinion he has of you then it’s your job to change it, not wallow in self-pity. You’re looking for excuses again, Tom and I’m not going to let you! You’ve done something nice for him by bringing the werewolf here, now you just have to keep up with the kindness” she coached. “You can do this, Tom, especially as you know what will happen if you don’t,” she reminded him.
He glared at her, but it wasn’t as heated as it could be. “You can be a terrible nag when you want to be,” he hissed.
“Yes I can,” she replied, sounding far too self-satisfied for his liking.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he reminded her, although he really wasn’t all that mad at her. She was right of course, and she knew just how to motivate him when he needed it.
“I’d say you’re lucky that I love you.” She slithered toward the door and he could feel how happy she was with herself at that moment.
Voldemort sighed. Of course she was right, he’d been the one to create Harry’s expectations of him, it was his job to change them. He just had to work harder at it and stop feeling sorry for himself and making excuses. Of course, regardless of what he did Harry would still most likely want nothing to do with him in that way. He chose to ignore that likelihood however. Nothing in his life had ever come easily to him and yet he’d become one of the most powerful wizards to exist, if not THE most powerful. If he put his mind to something he could achieve it. He just had to be patient.
XX
The next few weeks were quiet but rather nice for Harry. Voldemort didn’t plan any raids for them as he wanted to lay low and avoid the order and Dumbledore for a while. He made sure Lucius and the rest of his ministry death eaters laid as many false trails as possible to keep the order chasing ghosts while they regrouped, but other than that there wasn’t a lot going on really.
It meant that a good amount of the inner circle’s time was spent pursuing their own interests and for Harry that meant a lot of time spent with Remus and Severus, both studying and for personal reasons, and meditating as much as possible. He was pleased to say he was getting rather good at dark magic and both Severus and the Dark Lord were very pleased with his progress. His duelling and defence skills were also sharpening brilliantly under Remus’ and Severus’ tutelage, something they were all incredibly proud of.
His time spent with Remus and Severus outside of his lessons was also wonderful. Sometimes they just sat together in the library and read, other times they spent down in the potions lab with Severus watching him work, or sometimes watching his lessons with Draco. It was so comfortable between the three of them and Harry figured this is how it must feel to have a real family. He really liked it, and seeing Severus and Remus together made him happy as he knew that when he was gone they’d have each other.
Another thing that Harry had found nice over the last couple of weeks was the way Voldemort had behaved toward him and the inner circle. He was his normal, volatile self around the rest of his death eaters, but when he was with the inner circle or alone with just Harry he was really … well … nice. Not that he hadn’t been nice to Harry in the rest of the time he’d been there, he had been, this was a different kind of nice. He was almost behaving like he cared about them, which made sense when it came to his inner circle, but Harry had never expected that behaviour to be directed toward him. The way he acted toward Harry was different to the rest of the inner circle, but it wasn’t less caring, it actually seemed as if he cared more about Harry than the others, although of course that couldn’t be the case.
Harry certainly wasn’t complaining, it was really nice to feel cared for, the only thing was that with Voldemort being so kind and caring toward him, any reason Harry had not to feel attracted to the man was gone. He was starting to want the dark Lord, and not just in a physical way. He wanted to know the man for who he truly was, he even found himself wanting to spend time with him when it wasn’t required of him. When Voldemort gave them free time Harry had taken to inviting him down to the garden to meditate with him. The first few times Voldemort had turned him down, having work he had to get done, but one fine, summer morning, after saying he had things to do, Harry had been sinking into meditation when he’d felt the dark lord’s presence enter the garden. He’d left before Harry had completed his meditation and Harry wasn’t sure what he’d been doing there, but every time he’d meditated since he’d made sure to leave the space on his left free in case the dark lord chose to join him after all.
That was actually where he was headed this morning with Remus and Severus. The lord had given then permission to join Harry during his meditations in the garden and ensured the wards were keyed to allow them entry. They moved into the garden and Harry immediately settled into his favourite spot under the tree. Remus sat down on his right and Severus was going to sit down on the other side but Harry stopped him.
“Go and sit beside Remus, I know you want to,” Harry said with a smile. “Besides, that’s the lord’s favourite spot and he occasionally likes to join me out here.”
Severus looked surprised but he agreed readily, moving around the other side of the tree to sit beside Remus. Harry was sinking down into his meditation when he felt the Lord’s presence in the garden. He smiled to himself when he felt Voldemort sit down on his left. He didn’t know if Voldemort was actually meditating, but his presence was something Harry found more and more soothing the more they spent time together and it helped him meditate if nothing else. Nagini slithered up onto his lap a few moments later and he felt that soft, cool touch on his hand as he had last time Voldemort had joined him in his meditation. Figuring it was Nagini’s head he relaxed his hand further to give her a more comfortable spot to rest before slipping deeper into himself and the meditation.
XX
Remus lupin wasn’t a clueless man. Occasionally he might misunderstand some things, but for the most part he prided himself on being quite clued in and aware of everything that was happening around him. The only thing he’d ever been unsure of in the past was Severus’ feelings for him and really that had only been because he was overthinking things. If he’d let his instincts guide him he would have realised Severus felt the same way for him long ago. Other than that though he’d always seemed to just know what was going on, even when other people didn’t, and this was why the current situation infuriated him so.
When he’d agreed to stay with the death eaters and protect Harry he’d expected Voldemort to be harsh and cruel to his godson and had half expected to spend more of his time protecting Harry from the dark lord than anyone else. Since he’d arrived however he’d been astonished to find that Voldemort actually treated Harry very kindly. In fact if he didn’t know better he’d swear the man actually cared for his young god son and if insanity really took hold him he’d be pretty sure Harry felt the same. But that was crazy wasn’t it? They’d been mortal enemies for years and even if Harry didn’t blame the dark lord for killing his parents anymore, and had shifted the blame for that to Dumbledore as Severus had told him, didn’t Voldemort still want Harry dead because of some prophecy? And wasn’t Harry well aware of this fact?
Not knowing what was going on frustrated him and he didn’t like feeling frustrated, it made his wolf act up and that was never a comfortable feeling for Remus. He’d wanted to ask Harry about it, but it was very unlikely Harry would know what Voldemort was thinking and feeling, so even if Harry did talk to him about his side of things, which wasn’t guaranteed, he’d still be missing half of the puzzle.
Obviously feeling his tension Severus’ hand reached over and gently intertwined with his own. Remus sighed and turned to look at his lover. Severus was a calm place amidst the chaos, as he had been for Remus since he’d returned to Hogwarts in Harry’s third year. He calmed Remus’ mind and body so easily, and he tamed the wolf, in more ways than one. He was so glad they were finally together. He’d never realised just how bad his inner turmoil had been until Severus had eased it, and he loved the man so much he never wanted to be away from him. Even just looking at him like he was now was soothing to Remus.
As if sensing his gaze Severus opened his eyes and looked at Remus in a way that asked, ‘can’t concentrate?’
Remus shook his head and looked back with a ‘too much going on in my head’ look.
‘Need me to do something about it?’ Severus’ eyes asked next.
Remus grinned in a way that very clearly said ‘I’d love you to’, but he motioned toward Harry, reminding Severus that Remus at least was supposed to stay with him.
“Mr Potter will be quite fine out here with Nagini and I for a while, Mr Lupin,” Voldemort’s voice sounded in Remus’s head, and obviously Severus’ as well as he turned to look at the Dark Lord. “Run along now both of you, you have the afternoon off. I was intending to go over some things with Harry this afternoon anyway.”
Remus never liked to leave Harry alone with Voldemort, but he kept having to remind himself that the dark lord couldn’t actually do the boy any harm without causing his own death, and as Severus had told him several times since his arrival Voldemort valued his own life a great deal. Besides, Remus could do with a little time alone with Severus, to calm himself if nothing else. He climbed to his feet, pulling Severus up with him, and they left the garden together. They headed immediately to their room where Remus stripped himself off and allowed Severus to do as he pleased with him. It wasn’t long his mind was too blank to even think about Harry and Voldemort.
XX
Harry felt Severus and Remus leave the garden and wasn’t at all surprised. He’d felt how increasingly on edge Remus was becoming and he’d figured it wouldn’t be long before Severus picked it up as well and did something about it. Of course Harry wasn’t going to think about what that involved, there were some things one didn’t need to know about their parents, but if it helped Remus cope with being in the Dark Lord’s service Harry was glad for it. Nagini’s head had moved from his hand as they’d left, probably wanting to see what was going on, but it returned shortly after and Harry was happy she hadn’t been too disturbed by their leaving.
He was almost nearing the end of his meditation anyway and was spiralling slowly back up through the layers of his mind. He’d been pondering over what to do about the whole Voldemort situation all morning, even during his meditation. He knew what he wanted to do about it and had finally allowed his mind to acknowledge the truth of it, but he wasn’t so sure he should. If he told Voldemort how he was feeling, and the man laughed and told him how stupid he was, it would make the remainder of his service to the Dark Lord very uncomfortable, which at the moment it really wasn’t; something Harry was enjoying. But honestly, what else could he do? Ignore the feelings? That never ended well for anyone.
As he reached the surface of his mind and began to move awareness back to his body, he began to notice something about Nagini’s head that was still resting on his hand. It felt lighter and bonier that he’d expected. He was about to open his eyes and look to see if something was wrong when a voice calling to Voldemort from outside the garden drew his attention.
“My Lord, we have excellent news,” the man said gleefully. Voldemort moved to his feet and Harry followed after him, allowing Nagini to slither off his lap first. They walked through the door and into the manor before Voldemort ordered the death eater to report. “There was an explosion in Diagon Alley today, not caused by us but some kind of accident, and in the confusion that followed those of us who were around the area managed to capture several order and ministry members,” the man reported ecstatically.
“Who did you capture and where are they?” Voldemort asked.
“They’re down in the dungeons, My Lord, and I’m afraid I, myself, do not know all of them, My Lord. It might be best if you see for yourself,” the death eater suggested gently.
“If you don’t know who they are how did you know to capture them?” Voldemort asked as if the man were a moron.
“Lucius told us who to take, My Lord,” the man explained. “There are one or two we captured that won’t be worth a lot, but we figured they might be some fun for you,” the death eater explained in a hopeful tone.
“Very well, we shall journey down and see for ourselves,” Voldemort agreed, turning and walking in the direction of the dungeons. Harry walked alongside him, hoping none of the people captured were friends of his. Most of the order members he didn’t care about and he had no idea who worked at the ministry most of the time, but the ‘extras’ the death eater mentioned had him worried. It turned out he was right to worry as along with the order members and ministry officials who Voldemort seemed quite pleased to have caught, there was also a random woman Harry didn’t know and Ginny. They had been placed together in a cell away from the others, and as Harry and Voldemort approached the dark lord’s voice whispered in his head, “The read head is one of yours isn’t she?”
“Yes, My Lord,” Harry thought back.
“I thought so. I will have her moved to a different cell.”
He ordered one of the death eaters to move Ginny to a cell further down in the dungeon with a thicker door, so nobody would know what had happened to her or ask questions if she suddenly disappeared. Voldemort then eyed the other woman closely for a minute before asking her name.
Harry didn’t hear her reply, too focused on making sure Ginny was only taken where Voldemort ordered. But when he turned back to study the lord he could see that Voldemort seemed pleased by her answer. “You may be quite useful to me, madame,” the man said thoughtfully.
“How exactly would that be?” she asked, sounding utterly terrified.
“We will discuss that later,” Voldemort replied, moving away from the cell and taking Harry gently by the arm. He headed down the corridor until they were out of ear shot of the dungeon’s other occupants before saying, “The young girl will be yours to deal with. Being a magical child of course she would not have been harmed regardless, but I will let you decide whether to let her go or keep her here.”
“Thank you, My Lord,” Harry replied, watching the death eater close the door to Ginny’s cell. He would have to decide how best to proceed. Keeping her here would no doubt be safer for her physically, mentally however keeping her in a dungeon wouldn’t be good and she wasn’t likely to stay in a room in the manor without out trying to escape. He’d have to give it some serious thought.
Voldemort left his side and walked back up to where the group of death eaters were awaiting further instructions. “The order members and the ministry officials will definitely be of use, congratulations on their capture.” The death eaters smiled happily until Voldemort continued. “Our first extra will also serve a purpose. The girl however should never have been brought here!” he said sternly.
“We just thought you might be able to have a little fun with her,” one of the death eaters suggested and seconds later his screams filled up the dungeon as Voldemort caste a crucio on him.
“She is a child!” he snarled when the curse had been ceased. “Magical children need to be protected not killed or tortured. If any of you intentionally kidnap or harm a child in the future your life will be forfeit, is that understood?”
“Yes, My Lord,” the death eaters quickly agreed.
“Very good, now bring me that one,” he pointed into one of the cells holding the ministry officials and Harry watched the death eaters pull someone out. He started begging for his life but Voldemort quickly silenced him and walked out of the dungeons, the death eaters dragging the man along behind him. Harry called for Lissy and ordered her to take some food and water into Ginny before heading out of the dungeon himself. He had to decide what to do.
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