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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. All rights belong to J. K. Rowling.
Speak“
Thoughts
„Speak in parseltongue“
Letters written
Chapter two:
Harry found himself in a dimly illuminated room. The only source of light was a fireplace. The walls were made of stone and the floor of dark wood. A beautiful green and silver carpet lay on the floor, in one corner stood a black leather couch with green-silver pillows. Their pattern were identical to the luxurious carpet, a small table and a chair in front of it.
Harry ignored the decorum of the room and drew his wand: „Where did you bring me, Voldemort?“ he asked. Harry knew he couldn’t harm the wizard, but he felt better with his wand between them.
Voldemort didn’t answered. Instead he shouted: „Snape!“ The door opened and for one moment he saw a flicker of shock in the hated potion masters eyes, but it was quickly gone. „I see, you brought a guest?“ He snared at Harry. „How can I help you My Lord?“ he bowed slightly, his eyes on the floor.
Harry knew, he should be fearful, but he only felt rage: „I knew it! You greasy little shit! I warned Dumbledore time and time again! He trusted you!“ Harry screamed, but the older men ignored him.
„Kill him! “ Voldemort ordered. „My lord, you should have the pleasure...“ Snape answered irritated. „I know, but as it is, I am currently not able. “ „Please, allow me to ask, what is the problem? “ Snape asked.
„Every spell disappears and no weapon will touch him. It’s the same the other way around. “ „My Lord, I really would not advice to order me. You seem to have a connection to the boy. By trying to kill him, I could harm you, also. Please let me do some research first.“ Snape said.
„Don’t talk about me, as if I am not there!“ Harry said angrily. „Potter!“ Snape hissed „Be quiet! “ Harry glared at him. „I will tell Dumbledore about you, you can count on it,“ he threatened.
„Be quick with your research and show the boy our dungeon,“ Harry stepped quickly a step back: „No, I won’t go with you! Bring me back!“ he demanded. „You don’t actually think I would let you go? Now, when you are finally away from your friends and that old fool?“ Voldemort chuckled. „The Order will arrive soon!“ Harry tried to threaten, but Voldemort only laughed: „This is Slytherin Manor, it’s unplottable.“
Snape stepped forwards again. Harry tried to block him, but the man was faster. „Come with me, Potter.“ Harry tried to shake the man’s hand off of his shoulder, but the potion master would have none of it and dragged him to the door.
With every step Harry felt worse. His scar, which had stopped hurting, started to throb again and a painful sting went through his heart. When they reached the door the pain was unbearable. Harry whimpered in agony. From behind him he heard a hissing sound.
„Stop, Snape!“ Voldemort’s voice sounded strained. Snape stopped immediately. „Is something wrong My Lord?“ Snape asked.
„Come back and bring that curse of a boy with you!“ Voldemort ordered. Snape did as he was told and with every step back the pain in Harrys head and heart subsided. Harry noticed, that Voldemort was even paler than usual. He leaned against the chair and his breath war labored.
„I knew something was wrong when these chains appeared!“ Harry snapped glowering at the snake man.
„What chains?“ Snape inquired. Harry huffed: „Maybe you should ask your beloved Dark Lord. You ignored me the whole time and now I shall answer?“
„You silly boy! We have to find a solution! You and the Dark Lord are clearly connected!“ Harry jerked his shoulders: „Why should I help you? When you have found a solution I will be killed right away. But the longer you have to search for an answer the higher is the chance that I will be rescued,“ Harry smiled evilly.
Voldemort, who had recovered himself interrupted them: „Priori incantatem connected our wands. The magic formed a chain which wrapped around our bodies as well. I think we have to assume it is some kind of bond.“
Snape paled. „What is a bond?“ Harry asked irritated. Snape was in such a state of shock, that he even gave an answer: „A bond is similar to a connection, but much deeper. It isn’t broken as easily, if ever.“
Harry paled as well. He had to sit down. In this moment it didn’t even matter that Voldemort still leaned against the chair. He just had to sit down. „But you will find a solution, Professor?“
Snape snared: „I will try my best but it’s a bloody mess!“ He glared at the boy. „Hey! It isn’t only my fault! Voldemort attacked first!“
„We wouldn’t be in this situation, if you were never born!“ Voldemort hissed. Harry rolled his eyes. Snape addressed Voldemort again: „I will go and start my research now.“
„What is with me?“ Harry asked. „You will stay with the Dark Lord,“ with a nod to Voldemort and an evil grin to Harry Snape disappeared.
Harry sight. Why did the crazy things only happened to him? Couldn’t it be for once someone else? At least he was save- for now. „Where can I sleep?“ Voldemort glared at him and sneared: „On the couch.“ He didn’t gave Harry any blanket, just stalked into another room.
Harry thought about telling him, that the distance between them would be to big, but he figured Voldemort would find out soon enough. He counted to ten, while ignoring the growing pain. Than: „Potter! Come here!“ Harry sighed and followed Voldemort into the connected room.
„Sleep on the floor!“ Voldemort commanded. Harry watched as the snake man lay down onto his four-poster bed, still dressed. The hangings around the bed had the same pattern as the carpet in the sitting room and the pillows on the couch. There was a fireplace as well, but it wasn’t lit.
Harry lay down as well and shivered. The floor was cold. The whole manor was cold and he hadn’t a blanket. His fever burned up again. His back still ached. He rolled on his left side. Harry was sure he wouldn’t find any sleep this night. He tried to see if Voldemort was asleep, but he couldn’t say. Eventually he fell asleep, after all.
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The next morning he was woken by a kick to his belly. Harry was used to such wake up calls and only sat up, but he couldn’t hide the grin when he saw Voldemort’s contorted face.
„Good morning Tom, I hope you are feeling well?“ Harry asked sarcastically. „Don’t call me Tom! That isn’t my name!“ the man sneared. „Oh yes, it is your name, the name your mother gave you, before abandoning you by dying freely.“ He smirked.
Anger rose in Voldemort’s twisted face, but he couldn’t do nothing. „Get up, it’s breakfast time.“ „You really do eat? I always thought you would just drink some blood like a vampire,“ Harry mocked.
„I am no filthy vampire,“ Voldemort hissed. Harry stood up and said: „Lead the way.“ Voldemort turned on the spot and walked briskly out of his rooms.
Harry followed close by. The rest of Slytherin Manor was as elegant as Voldemort’s rooms. And the manor was huge. To Harry it made the impression of a castle, not simply a manor. Voldemort led him to a big double door at the ground floor. The door opened by itself when they came nearer. In the middle of the dinner room stood a long table.
Some of the inner circle were already present but they hadn’t started yet. Harry noticed Snape and to his horror Bellatrix Lestrange. At least Lucius Malfoy wasn’t there.
„Bellatrix, go and take another seat,“ Voldemort ordered. Bellatrix, who obviously sat to Voldemort’s right, turned his head in question and noticed Harry. „Why is Harry Potter here?“ she shrieked. „And why do I have to give him my place?“ „I want to have him near me, just in case he tries something stupid.“ The woman stood up and scooped over.
Voldemort had already sat down but didn’t take his eyes from Harry. Harry rolled his eyes mentally and sat down as well. What did Voldemort think? That he would try to escape? The manor was probably heavily warded and he couldn’t attack the man.
So he concentrated on the breakfast. Against his imagination there were no little animals or raw meat, but everything else: Bacon and eggs, sausages, croissants, toast, jam and much more. A little house elf stood with a silver tray in a corner. When Harry sat down it came over and poured him some tea.
To Harry’s astonishment Voldemort prepared himself some toast with strawberry jam. He would never have guessed, that the Dark Lord liked sweet strawberry jam. It was hilarious! He ate some bacon and eggs, but he hadn’t much of a hunger, not with Bellatrix glaring down at him.
They ate in uncomfortable silence. Eventually Snape said: „After breakfast, I would like to examine Mr. Potter and to ask some questions, My Lord. „You may come to my chambers.“ Voldemort said. He stood up, ignoring that Harry hadn’t finished yet. Harry hurried to follow him.
Back in Voldemort’s chambers the snake man sat down on his leather couch with some parchment, ignoring Harry again. Harry decided to sit down as well. The chair was amazingly comfy.
After about 15 minutes Voldemort fixed his eyes on Harry. Harry returned the gaze. „In the last couple of weeks I had the feeling we were more connected now. I saw some images from you. “Voldemort said.
Harry’s eyes widened. Had he seen his uncle beating him up? Voldemort spoke again: „I saw you with your little friends.“ Harry was relieved. But then Voldemort said: „But that wasn’t even the most annoying part. I hurt all over, especially my back ached. Harry blushed and turned his gaze to the expensive carpet. „Do you know the reason for this pain? “ Voldemort asked with a deadly silent voice.
A knock sounded at the door. Snape came in. „Why is the boy blushing like a virgin sacrifice? “ The potion master asked. Voldemort sat back onto the couch: „I don’t know. I asked him if he knew why my back hurt so much in the last few weeks.“ Snape furrowed his temple: „Come here, Potter,“ he commanded.
Harry began to tremble, but did as told. He hadn’t a choice. Snape mumbled some spells under his breath and after a few seconds a parchment appeared in the air. He snatched it and read it. „He has a high infection and a fever, but there is no illness like pneumonia.“ He watched Harry with a calculating glare. Harry bit his lip, trying to give nothing away. He only hoped Snape wouldn’t guess right.
„Strip, Potter, “he commanded. Harry blinked: Was the man joking „Didn’t you hear me, I said strip, “ he repeated. Harry felt panic rise in him. They couldn’t notice his humiliation. „No, pleas not, Sir! “ he pleaded. Snape only snared: „What is it Potter? Are you affrayed we would molest you with our eyes? Believe me, you are not so pretty. And now strip!“
With trembling fingers he took of his t-shirt, still with his back to the two dark wizards. „Your pants and under pants, too,“ Snape added. Harry blushed even furiouser, as he stepped out of his pants. Now he was completely naked. Voldemort stood now next to his potion master, eyeing him with an expressionless face. Eyeing his whole body. Nobody had eyed him like this, not even in the Quidditch showers. After all these were all boys and boys didn’t do such things. Even if it wasn’t a molesting gaze- it was disturbing.
„Turn around,“ Snape ordered yet again. Harry turned around slowly. He wanted to avoid his humiliation as long as possible. He heard a sharp intake of breath. Harry assumed it was Snape.
„Who did this to you? “ Snape asked in a harsh tone of voice. Harry would have ignored the question but he wasn’t in the position. „My uncle. “ „At least we know now where the pain comes from. These wounds are highly infected there is even oozing pus out of them. “Snape said. „The connection of our bond must have transferred it. I have to clean and bandage it. “ Snape conjured a blanket and draped it over the leather couch. „Lay down on your belly. “He said.
Harry nodded and went over. Snape followed him and muttered a spell an cursed than: „I have to clear it the muggle way, the spell is not strong enough and I have to reopen some of the wounds, “he declared.
„Is it really necessary? “ Voldemort hissed. „Yes my lord. It is for your own good. These infection will get more infected and painful with every day. Please bear with it. The boy could even die from it “
Harry nearly laughed. He was sure he was in more pain than Voldemort. Harry assumed Voldemort must have nodded because Snape started his work on Harrys back. Snape squeezed his infected wounds, carefully cleaning it with a cloth. He bit his teeth together to make no sound but some quiet whimpers he just couldn’t hold in.
„Don’t be such a cry baby, Potter,“ Snape mocked him. Harry didn’t respond to it. Harry tried to distract himself by looking around the sitting room. Voldemort had sat down in the wingback-chair, his face more pale than ever. Maybe he couldn’t stand any pain. Maybe for him it was the most horrible thing in the world after dying and that was the reason why he tortured everybody. But for Harry there were things that were even more horrible: Loneliness, the death of a friend, or even humiliation.
Snape had finished cleaning the open wounds. Harry saw with horror that the man conjured a dagger. „What will you do with that? You realize it could hurt your master?“ Harry said panicking.
„I told you, I have to reopen the closed wounds. Do you ever listen, Potter? “Snape bit back. This reopening was even worse. His back was burning. His eyes were filled with tears. After an eternity the potion master stopped: „I am nearly finished, just bandaging.“ He smeared a cooling salve over his back, buttocks and thighs. At last he bandaged everything up.
Harry didn’t fee any better just yet, but he guessed even with Snapes salve it would take at least a couple of hours. The potion master left and he was, again, alone with Voldemort.
„What are we going to do now? “ Harry asked after a while of silence. Of course, Voldemort didn’t answer but only stood up and left the room. Harry had to hurry to stay beside him. It seemed Voldemort was sure, that Harry would follow him like a lost puppy. He was annoyed, because in this moment the Dark Lord was right. He already hurt enough and didn’t fancy a second round of agonizing pain. Voldemort led him to a hall that remembered him of a throne room. At the end of the hall stood a wooden chair with snakes carved into it and a high back. The chair stood on a pedestal and three steps led up to it. Voldemort sat down and commanded: „Sit down, Potter,“
Harry only blinked: „Where?“ „On the steps, where else? You don’t believe I will give you my chair?“ Voldemort snapped. „ No, I don’t believe that, you would never know such courtesy. But I won’t sit on the ground, either. Voldemort glared at him. Harry sight exasperated: „I will just stay next to you.“ Harry took his stand slightly behind the throne.
Voldemort left him be, for once. The Dark Lord exposed his arm and pressed his wand to his Dark Mark. In contrast to his Death Eaters, his mark was not on his left, but on his right arm. Harry thought about asking him, if this had a special meaning, but Voldemort surely wouldn’t tell him, if he asked.
Immediately loud pops sounded everywhere and the throne room filled with Voldemort’s most loyal Death Eaters. They stood in a half circle around them and bowed reverentially.
Harry tried not to show is nervousness. There were, of course Snape and Bellatrix, but also Lucius, Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Mcnair, Crabbe and Goyle senior and Nott senior and last but not least Peter Pettigrew.
Harry snared at him and the animagus flinched. Voldemort stood not up as he addressed his followers: „ Some of you might already have heard about our guest. Harry Potter is unfortunately, currently bound to me as a result of the Priori incantatem incident.“ Voldemort’s eyes flicker over every death eater. „Sadly it isn’t quite that lucky event that you might imagine. As it is, as long as this bond exists, I can’t get rid of him and it might even be a danger to me, if someone else kills the boy. I expect that you will all trie to find a way to break the bond. Everyone in this room comes from an established pureblood family and as such has access to detailed libraries. You are dismissed.“
With the second round of pops the inner circle disappeared again. Voldemort had clearly decided to stay in his throne room and conjured a stack of parchment, beginning to work through it.
After a while Harry set grudgingly down onto the stairs. He didn’t know what to do, so he occupied himself with watching his enemy. But even that became soon boring. Voldemort’s features never changed, he never moved or twitched a bit, with the exception of replacing one parchment with the next.
„You know Tom, you aren’t a very good host. I’m quite bored, I might get some stupid ideas, if we stay any longer in this room.“
Voldemort only flicked his wand and a stack of books appeared next to Harry: „You may amuse yourself with reading.“ Harry took a look at the books. „What books are these?“ He questioned. „They are old editions of the school books you will work with next term. I can’t give you my private books, you might actually find something useful. These books are still accurate.“
Harry was surprise. He hadn’t really expected Voldemort to give him something to kill time. He took the book for defense against the dark arts and started reading. In his fifth year, it seemed, they wouldn’t concentrate on dark creatures as much anymore. The main topic were defense spells and curses. Now they only had to get a competent teacher and they might even learn something this time. You really hoped that Remus would get the job.
The hours went by in a quiet manner. It was already getting dark outside, when Voldemort touched his Dark Mark again and the Death Eaters reappeared. „What have you find out?“ Voldemort gestured to the Lestrange brothers to begin. „We noted down three spells that wouldn’t bring you in any danger, my lord. But it was a bit difficult, because the most promising rituals require one party as an sacrifice.“
Lucius spoke next: „Crabbe, Goyle and myself started with the Malfoy library. We found one spell and even two rituals, which didn’t require sacrifices but only some blood.“
So it went on. Everybody had found a spell or two, only Snape came up with an different approach: „ I have wrote down a list with potions, which are used to break bonds as well. I already started to brew some of them.“
Voldemort nodded: „Give your lists to Severus, he is staying here.“ The death eaters did as told and disappeared afterwards.
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The dinner was delicious again, only the company lacked pleasantness. Nearly all Death Eaters had gone home, just Severus Snape remained.
Harry sat again to Voldemort’s right and across from his hated potion master. But at least with Voldemort there, the man remained quiet. After they had eaten, Snape followed them to Voldemort’s private chambers.
„My Lord, I have brought some potions,“ He pulled six little viols from his pocket. „It will be best if you and Potter sat down next to each other.“ Harry and Voldemort sat in two chairs an Snape gave each of them a voile. „You have to drink them exactly at the same time,“ he instructed.
They drowned the first potion and waited a moment. It tasted awful as ever. Harry’s stomach made a churning noise. „Oh, I believe I have to puke!“
Hastily Snape conjured a bucket. He gave it to Harry just in time, before he started throwing up. The potion master didn’t flinch and turned to his master: „My Lord, are you alright?“ „Of course I am. I am not as weak as this boy.“
Harry put the bucket down and wiped his mouth: „I think I can’t stomach another one.“ „Poor Potter,“ Snape snared and gave him the second voile. „And now drink.“ Luckily this time he didn’t feel nauseous, to be precise nothing happened at all. It was the same with the third potion.
Voldemort’s features betrayed nothing of his thoughts. „I am sorry, My Lord. I will try harder with the next potions. „Make sure you do,“ the Dark Lord hissed menacingly. Snape left the chambers and silence fell again.
The night went by as the last. Harry lay down on the floor next to Voldemort, trying to find a comfortable position and feeling like a dog. It was to cold to get much sleep and Voldemort’s proximity didn’t help, either.
In stead he opted to study the Dark Lord a bit. There wasn’t much to study. He laid completely still, his breathing even and he didn’t seem to dream.
The night felt dark and endless and Harry started to ask himself, if the order and his friends were searching for him and if they even had a chance of finding him, let alone saving.
The next morning at breakfast the whole inner circle was assembled. Crabbe and Goyle shoved food in their mouth like their sons, and noticed not even their entrance. Unfortunately you couldn’t say this about Bellatrix. Whilst Lucius had accepted the need for Harry to stay close to his lord, the female Death Eater hadn’t. „I really wish we could get rid of you, or at least have some fun,“ she snared. „Bellatrix!“ Voldemort cut her off, but Bellatrix didn’t notic the threatening undertone.
She stood up, gripped a knife and came over to Harry. Not cutting into his flesh, she bend over him and pressed the knife to his throat. „Crucio!“ Voldemort snapped and the knife fell into Harrys lap. The woman was arching on the ground, but no sound came over her lips.
Harry studied her, noticing that he felt no sorrow for her at all. The Dark Lord cut the curse: „Let this be a warning. At this moment, if you harm that boy, you harm me.“ She crawled on her hands and knees to Voldemort’s robes and started to kiss them: „I am sorry My Lord, but it is so unfair, that you have to cope with this brat.“ „Sit down, Bella,“ Voldemort commanded and the crazy witch stood up. Harry really hated her.
After breakfast they went to the throne room and started with the spells and rituals. The spells had no effects at all and they quickly begun with the rituals.
Lucius had searched for some more, because most of them were stronger than spells and would have a higher chance of success. As he said they would only need some blood and wouldn’t harm anybody, he hadn’t mentioned, that some required high amounts of animal blood or even organs.
This really was dark magic and it left Harry feeling nauseous. It went on for three hours, than Voldemort dismissed his followers and ordered them to continue their search.
It went on like this for the next couple of days. They would eat breakfast, try the spells and nasty rituals and drink some more vile potions in the evening, after that, Harry would sleep on the floor.
On his sixth day at Slytherin Manor his mood was on its lowest point. At this moment, he stood doused in blood, with a still warm heart from some kind of animal in his right hand in the middle of the room, Voldemort in a similar position. Everything reeked of blood. None of this gruesome rituals had done anything and he had enough. He threw the heart to the ground. It landed with a loud thud.
„What are you doing, Potter?“ Voldemort snapped. „Pitch it up again.“ „No,“ Harry said, with a too calm voice. „You will do as I say, or...“ He interrupted Voldemort: „Or what? Hex me? Torture me? You can’t do anything of that. You can’t even starve me, because we don’t know, if you would starve alongside with me!“ Voldemort growled. „I have enough of it. I will just leave, I don’t care if it will hurt me or you!“ With this words he turned on the spot and started to go to the door. „Potter stop!“ Voldemort shouted.
The Death Eaters stood there like some silly cows, not knowing what to do, naturally they would not want to harm their master. „Potter, you won’t be able to cope with the pain! It will be far too much and far too dangerous!“ Snape called after him, but he ignored his potion professor.
The pain grew with every step. At the door, it was a burning pain, that filled his whole body, but he forced himself to go on. Absentmindedly he noticed blood pouring from his nose and the stabbing in his chest was back with full force. He toke another step and a searing pain went through his heart. He screamed in agony, another voice was screaming, too, but he hadn’t the strength to turn around and then everything went black.
AN: From now on I will try to publish a chapter once a week. Maybe every Friday or Saturday. I still have to think about it.
I hope you enjoyed the first two chapters.
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