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The Prophecy of the Phoenix	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Recovery and Escape

Word had gotten to Voldemort that his new favorite pet was ill. And just as Lucius had predicted; he stayed away all that day and the next. Unfortunately everyone around him was paying for it.

“Crucio!” he yelled out when one of his spies came to report that a raid had failed. “Take him away! Is everyone in this place incompetent!”

“You are in rare form,” McNair commented. “To what do we owe this foul mood?”

“Crucio!” He aimed the curse at McNair who fell to the ground writhing in agony. “None of your business! Now get out of my sight, all of you!”

“You know, instead of punishing everyone else; you could just admit that you’re a big fat idiot,” a voice came from a dark corner.

“How did you….!” the dark lord screamed in rage.

James then stepped out of the corner into the light and shrugged. “How does a fish swim? But back to my point. Admit you’re a witless psychopath that doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell at ruling anything.”

“Crucio!”

The spell hit James who slowly sank to his knees his jaw clenched tightly. When he was finally released he started laughing. “What’s so funny!” Voldemort demanded.

“You,” James replied looking up to stare him directly in the eye. “You rely much too heavily on that torture curse. Honestly, can’t you be more creative…”

With an evil grin he tried to use one of the collar’s many delights, but he found it wasn’t responding. “Crucio!” he yelled again now blind with rage; which only grew when his captive started laughing even harder. “Get him out of my sight!” he screamed his face starting to turn purple.

A few Death Eaters inched toward James not sure who they should be more afraid of. When they saw that James wasn’t going to attack they grabbed him roughly by the wrists and dragged him back to his cell.

The dark wizard took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. “Bring me Johnson!” he ordered.

In a few moments a short chestnut haired wizard was dragged before Voldemort his whole body trembling. “Y…Yes my lord, you wanted to see me?”

Voldemort just glared at the man causing the color to drain from him. “You assured me the shackle of Isis would work,” he growled menacingly.

The smaller man nodded nervously “Yes, that’s what the text stated. Is there a problem with it?” he swallowed hard.

“Yes!” Voldemort screamed; his voice echoing off the walls.

The wizard shrank back in fear. “I d…don’t understand my lord. It was working perfectly. What went wrong?”

“The bond has failed!” Voldemort hissed. “I couldn’t use it to control or punish him!”

“That is very odd my lord. If you like I could go inspect it. Perhaps Mr. Potter has figured out a way to interfere with the magic.”

The man’s answer seemed to soothe the dark lord a little. “Yes, Perhaps.” He laughed a little with a soft smile as he thought of James. “You have one chance to go and fix it. Don’t forget; you harm him and I’ll have your hide.”

Johnson quickly scrambled out of the room and down the hall to where James was kept. He uttered the password and stepped into the room cautiously. It was well known that there were few wizards who could enter that cell and not be killed or seriously maimed. Johnson steadied his trembling legs and looked around for the prisoner.

James looked up at the man who entered his room and tilted his head a little; fixing his gaze on the short little man. Like so many others who entered his room the wizard smelled strongly of fear. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice smooth and emotionless.

“I… I’ve come to check the collar,” the wizard responded.

“I do hope there’s nothing wrong with it,” James responded with mock concern. “It would just be awful if this wonderful collar malfunctioned.”

“I just need to look at it,” Johnson spoke softly as he slowly inched toward James like he was approaching a wild animal that he was afraid of.

James lay sprawled out on the bed still as a statue; making the other wizard even more nervous. When Johnson was close enough to touch him he reached out to grab the collar gently with his fingers to examine it. He knew James’ little secret almost as soon as he touched it. “That’s not the…” he backed away his eyes wide.

A Cheshire grin appeared on James’ face making Johnson’s blood freeze in his veins. “So you figured it out,” his voice was just barely above a whisper.

“How did you… What did you do with the collar?” Johnson’s whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

With cat-like grace James slipped off the bed and closed in on the other wizard like a predator stalking its prey. “You really want to know?” he asked putting his face just mere inches away from Johnson’s throat and inhaling deeply.

“All right, I’ll tell you. What your master doesn’t seem to get is that he’s dealing with a demon that has a pregnant mate out there somewhere; and I don’t give a bloody fuck what I have to do to get back to her. I’ll slaughter half the population of Britain if I have to. So do you really think a collar is going to stop me?” He laughed evilly and gazed directly into the man’s eyes.

Johnson stood transfixed. He desperately wanted to run but his limbs were numb with fear. “Why are you telling me all this?”

James shrugged and pushed his body against the man using his full weight to pin his prey to the wall. “My own amusement most likely. It can get kind of lonely here all by myself all day.”

“More people would come in if you didn’t kill them all,” Johnson commented digging up a little courage.

James got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment and grinned softly. “You know, you could be right. Though the only people that would come would be Death Eaters. Why on earth would I want a Death Eater as company? And of course you know I can’t let you leave this room alive.” James licked his lips and opened his mouth to bare razor sharp fangs.

Johnson’s heart leapt up into his throat and started pounding. “Please don’t…! I…. I swear I won’t tell the dark lord about this. I won’t say a word!”

James laughed softly and pulled back a little. “I wish I could believe you. There’s just one problem with that though. I’ve noticed that people who follow Voldemort tend to do so because they are power hungry cowards who will say or do anything to save their own pathetic lives. So you see, your promising to keep those pretty little lips quiet is most likely just a desperate attempt to keep yourself breathing for a little while longer. Therefore, how can I be sure that if Voldemort decides you’re keeping something from him you won’t go spilling your guts to keep him from killing you…”

“No… I promise! I’ll give you my word!” the man spluttered desperately.

James shook his head and sighed. “You foolish man. Don’t you know that I’ll make it quick and almost painless; while Voldemort will draw it out and make it unbearably painful.”

Before Johnson could say another word James grabbed him roughly by the throat and punctured his soft flesh with his long claws. The man’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

“I’m doing you a favor,” James whispered softly into his ear before flinging him to the floor; the claws buried into his throat ripping everything in their path.

“Oops, I made a mess,” James spoke to himself; his voice emotionless as he plopped himself back on the bed and proceeded to lick his fingers clean.

No one bothered James until that evening when someone came to bring him dinner. The dark haired woman opened the door and walked in carrying a tray full of food as she had done three times a day every day for the past month. But this time her foot bumped into something that wasn’t supposed to be there. She looked down and saw Johnson’s body lying on the carpet cold and pale, with his throat completely ripped out and all of his blood pooled in the center of the room. It took a moment for her brain to register what she was seeing. Then she screamed in horror; dropping the tray and bolting out of the room.

Voldemort was having his evening tea when one of his maids ran into the room screaming. “What is the meaning of this!” he cried out slamming his tea cup on the table almost hard enough to break it. “What are you screaming about?”

“It’s Johnson!” she clutched her own throat, barely able to speak. “He’s… he’s…”

“Spit it out!” Voldemort demanded growing impatient.

“I saw his mangled body… His throat was gone” She sank to her knees her whole body shaking.

The dark wizard looked more disappointed than upset. “Why does James always spoil everything for me. I hope the man was at least able to fix the magic on that damned collar.”

He rose from his throne and made his way down to James’ room. He growled when he found the door left open and James gone. “Find him!” he hissed storming back to his throne room.

All exits were closed and every available Death Eater spent the night combing Riddle Manor for any sign of the escaped prisoner. But as the first rays of dawn shone through the grimy windows all anyone managed to find were a few more dead Death Eaters. James was gone.

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A/N: I’m sure you can tell that this chapter had a beta. All those little typos are fixed now. It’s not that I didn’t care, it’s just sometimes hard to see when you’re the one that wrote it. I saw what was supposed to be there instead of what really was. But thanks to Raukarwen Deomene it’s all fixed now.
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