Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Captured
Chapter Number/Total: 42/52
Chapter Title: Captured
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Mearowen, Nomeci
Words: 2041 Words
Draco could hear voices before he reached the opening. He recognised the Dark Lord's hissing tones and the sound of others answering him. "Find them!" Voldemort hissed at someone. There was the sound of several people running from the room, echoing in the hall and down the passage.
When he reached the light, Draco carefully looked out to see a large chamber. He was to the back and behind an ornate throne. He saw the back of Wormtail, who stood bending toward the Dark Lord.
Draco set his wand on the ground by the wall before he walked quietly out of the passage. He saw Macnair hiding to one side, apparently waiting to catch anyone who might come from that direction. Draco ignored the man and made his way around the throne, standing opposite from where Pettigrew stood.
Wormtail was hunkered over and trembling, not looking at Voldemort as he knelt on the floor. He twitched at Voldemort's voice, as if afraid the man would strike him if he were noticed.
Draco had been perfectly silent, but he nearly lost control when he finally reached the Dark Lord's side and saw what the man was holding. Valen was in his arms. The infant squirmed and whimpered.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. When he felt in control enough to proceed, he stepped back a bit, but stayed close to the throne. He intended to stay near his son. He tried to think of a way to get to him.
After a few long moments, the noise of a heavy door opening from the other side of the room filled the near silence. Rosier came in then. He was clutching Sirius by his long hair, wand held to his throat.
Nott came in behind him with Snape.
"Master," Rosier said with the deepest respect, inclining his head. "I found him rather near Severus' quarters."
Snape dropped to his knees when they reached the throne. "Master," he said, eyes downcast.
Voldemort looked curiously at them. "Who do you have there?" he asked.
Rosier looked on the verge of laughter as Sirius struggled. "Oh, come now," he said quietly into his ear, breathing hotly on it.
Sirius gritted his teeth, a look of disgust upon his face.
Rosier looked slightly amused as he turned back to Voldemort. "Why it's Sirius Black, my Lord," he said with a sneer at Sirius. "I thought dear Bella had rid the world of him a few years back."
"Sirius Black?" Voldemort said, eyes narrowing. "Back from the other side? And just how did you manage that?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "What brings you to us?" Valen was squirming again in Voldemort's lap.
Sirius' eyes darted around the room very quickly. He was scared, but he did not show it. "You won't be getting any answers from me," he spat.
"I am sure he will talk if properly motivated," Macnair said with a smile.
Voldemort cocked his head in an eerily snake-like fashion. Then he flicked his wand, casting the Crucio on Sirius.
Sirius screamed at the top of his lungs, writhing so hard, Rosier lost his hold on him.
Rosier pointed his wand at Sirius and left him on the floor.
Draco watched the macabre scene and tried to think of a way to salvage the mess. If Sirius and Snape could not take down the wards, then they were trapped with no help. He stepped closer, watching his godfather rather than Sirius.
When Voldemort cast the spell, Valen began to wail. Draco trembled, clenching his fist at his child's anguish and his own anger. When the Dark Lord released the spell, Valen continued to cry.
"Take this!" Volemort snapped at Wormtail.
Wormtail twitched again and hurriedly moved forward, taking the baby like he didn't know what to do with it and holding him awkwardly.
Draco moved around closer to where Pettigrew held his son. Valen was thrashing in the man's hands, continuing to cry.
Wormtail threw nervous looks at Voldemort as Valen's cries echoed around the chamber. His hands shook as he tried to shush the baby, patting his back, moving him all around, even trying to muffle him with his robe, which, of course, only made Valen wail louder, his little face very red.
Voldemort scowled at Wormtail but then turned his attention to the men on the floor in front of him. "Black, did you kill my Nagini?" he hissed.
Sirius raised his head and seemed to think intently for a moment. "I don't even know what 'Nagini' is," he said.
Voldemort hissed. "Then why are you here?" he insisted.
"It would be rather stupid of me to tell you that," Sirius growled. "And so I think I'll keep it to myself."
"It was stupid of you to come here in the first place!" Macnair added.
Voldemort's eyes flashed at Sirius' tone."Yes, stupid, but I know he has a reason for being here," he said. "Severus? Do you know anything about this?"
The man on his knees stiffened as attention turned back to him. "I would assume that Potter sent him to retrieve his son," he answered, eyes still downcast.
"That is a probable assumption and avoids the question, doesn't it?" Voldemort replied. "Look at me, Severus."
The dark-haired man lifted his face to Voldemort, and the Dark Lord stared intently into his eyes, flicking his wand as he did so.
Draco nearly held his breath, hoping his godfather's skills held. Beside him, Valen was still crying, though not at loudly as before.
After a minute, Severus let out a relieved sigh as the Dark Lord sat back again.
"If Potter sent him, he would have a way to contact him," Macnair said. "Was he carrying anything?"
Rosier inclined his head to Voldemort again. "Besides his wand," he said, patting his own robe pocket, "he had this." He plucked the strap of the bag over his shoulder.
At a nod from Voldemort, Macnair stepped forward and took the bag, looking through it. He pulled out the silver hand and grinned. "Look what we have here," he said triumphantly.
Draco gritted his teeth and held his breath to stifle the groan. He should have left the hand with Harry.
"That belongs to Draco Malfoy," Roiser said. "It was all over the papers."
Sirius dropped his head again, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his hands.
"I remember," Macnair said.
"And you should have brought him directly to me when you had the chance!" Voldemort snapped at Macnair, who cringed.
Macnair set the arm down on the floor and continued to dig in the bag then. "Some potions and a mirror," he said.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed again. "Show me the mirror," he said lowly.
Wormtail's head snapped up quickly at that. "That's a two-way mirror!" he said excitedly, obviously desperate for any praise or positive attention.
Sirius growled and went for Wormtail, but Rosier flicked his wand and Sirius was screaming again and left panting when Rosier released the spell.
Valen began wailing again. "Quiet that thing!" Voldemort snapped.
Draco instinctively moved closer, hand clenched to keep himself from reaching for his son. Suddenly, Valen stopped crying and looked directly at his father.
Rosier and Nott looked over at Wormtail, raising eyebrows.
Wormtail looked confused, but pleased, obviously thinking he had done something to quiet the baby.
Draco froze, hoping his son didn't do anything else to give him away.
Voldemort nodded, and turned his attention back to the mirror. He held the mirror up to his face. "Harry Potter," he said to the image.
***
It looked like a sea of fireworks on the grounds of Hogwarts. It was dark until the spells lit up the night. Harry was not allowed to fight. He had been dragged up to one of the towers by Ron and Hermione so that he wasn't tempted, or even able to fight. He wanted to see it though. He had to see it. Harry couldn't make out individual faces or figures from this distance and he didn't know if he was frustrated by it or glad.
Fred and George had come out of the forest with a good number of Thestrals and Buckbeak, who, as Harry watched, someone was flying on, firing Patronus Charms at the Dementors to keep them away from their side. Harry didn't know where Hagrid was though, and was not in the fight to be able to ask the twins.
Both Ron and Hermione had eyes focused on the fight as well, standing close to each other and Harry.
And that was when Harry heard it.
"Harry Potter."
Hermione and Ron both jumped and looked at Harry.
A chill travelled down his spine. In the quiet where he, Ron, and Hermione were watching, the voice was clear and Harry knew it did not belong to Sirius or Draco. He clutched the window sill, bringing the mirror in his right hand up to his face, hoping and praying as he raised it that it would be his godfather or husband, but when he looked, there were those red eyes and he nearly dropped the glass square.
"Harry," Voldemort said, "it has been a long time since we've had a chance to talk."
Ron and Hermione looked terrified, Hermione's eyes filling with tears immediately.
Harry shook with anger and fear. "Where is Draco?" he asked.
Voldemort cocked his head and looked disappointed. "Black and Malfoy came to visit me," he said. "But it is you I would really like to see."
Sirius took a large breath and yelled, "Don't listen to him, Harry! They haven't got Draco! They don't have him!"
Rosier scowled and cast Cruciatus again.
Harry gasped as he heard Sirius' screams of anguish. "Stop!" he yelled at the mirror. "Stop it!"
Macnair nodded at Rosier to release the curse and then cast a Body-Bind on Sirius. Valen had started to cry again as well.
Draco's heart was pounding and he didn't dare do anything for fear that he would be discovered. He just hoped his lion didn't go charging off and do something stupid.
Voldemort frowned and turned back to the mirror. He held out his other hand, Summoning the silver construct to him and holding it in Harry's view. "Come talk with me, Harry," he said.
Harry's breathing sped up at the sight of Draco's silver hand. "Where is my son?" he asked in a shaky voice.
The child was still crying and Voldemort motioned for Wormtail to bring him closer.
Wormtail made his twitchy way over with the baby and Harry nearly roared in rage as the terrified cries grew louder.
The Dark Lord held the mirror up to the child's face. Valen saw Harry and began squealing and reaching for him. Voldemort pulled the mirror away and looked into it again.
Harry closed his eyes, knowing it was inevitable, but not wanting Voldemort to see his fear.
"If you want to see them while they are still alive," Voldemort said, "then come to me."
Harry's eyes flew open at that, alive with terrible rage. "How do I get there?" he asked, shaking more violently than ever. He heard Hermione's gasp, but he ignored it.
"We will open the Floo for this room," Voldemort said.
"What do I call it to get there?" Harry asked.
"Death's End," Voldemort said, and laughed.
Harry's lip curled, and without another word, he took the mirror away from his face and tore down the hall and to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Hermione gasped and ran after him.
"Harry, no, wait!" Ron yelled.
***
"Shall I go and retrieve the others, Master?" Rosier asked as if ready for a party.
"Yes," Voldemort replied, "we must have a proper welcome for Potter." The Dark Lord lifted his wand and flicked it. The fireplace across from the throne flared to life.
Rosier nodded and bowed himself out of the room.
Draco was shaking. Bloody foolish Gryffindor! He glanced over towards his wand. Valen whimpered and Draco tried to remember he'd promised to stand by their child. So he waited.
Chapter Title: Captured
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Mearowen, Nomeci
Words: 2041 Words
Draco could hear voices before he reached the opening. He recognised the Dark Lord's hissing tones and the sound of others answering him. "Find them!" Voldemort hissed at someone. There was the sound of several people running from the room, echoing in the hall and down the passage.
When he reached the light, Draco carefully looked out to see a large chamber. He was to the back and behind an ornate throne. He saw the back of Wormtail, who stood bending toward the Dark Lord.
Draco set his wand on the ground by the wall before he walked quietly out of the passage. He saw Macnair hiding to one side, apparently waiting to catch anyone who might come from that direction. Draco ignored the man and made his way around the throne, standing opposite from where Pettigrew stood.
Wormtail was hunkered over and trembling, not looking at Voldemort as he knelt on the floor. He twitched at Voldemort's voice, as if afraid the man would strike him if he were noticed.
Draco had been perfectly silent, but he nearly lost control when he finally reached the Dark Lord's side and saw what the man was holding. Valen was in his arms. The infant squirmed and whimpered.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. When he felt in control enough to proceed, he stepped back a bit, but stayed close to the throne. He intended to stay near his son. He tried to think of a way to get to him.
After a few long moments, the noise of a heavy door opening from the other side of the room filled the near silence. Rosier came in then. He was clutching Sirius by his long hair, wand held to his throat.
Nott came in behind him with Snape.
"Master," Rosier said with the deepest respect, inclining his head. "I found him rather near Severus' quarters."
Snape dropped to his knees when they reached the throne. "Master," he said, eyes downcast.
Voldemort looked curiously at them. "Who do you have there?" he asked.
Rosier looked on the verge of laughter as Sirius struggled. "Oh, come now," he said quietly into his ear, breathing hotly on it.
Sirius gritted his teeth, a look of disgust upon his face.
Rosier looked slightly amused as he turned back to Voldemort. "Why it's Sirius Black, my Lord," he said with a sneer at Sirius. "I thought dear Bella had rid the world of him a few years back."
"Sirius Black?" Voldemort said, eyes narrowing. "Back from the other side? And just how did you manage that?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "What brings you to us?" Valen was squirming again in Voldemort's lap.
Sirius' eyes darted around the room very quickly. He was scared, but he did not show it. "You won't be getting any answers from me," he spat.
"I am sure he will talk if properly motivated," Macnair said with a smile.
Voldemort cocked his head in an eerily snake-like fashion. Then he flicked his wand, casting the Crucio on Sirius.
Sirius screamed at the top of his lungs, writhing so hard, Rosier lost his hold on him.
Rosier pointed his wand at Sirius and left him on the floor.
Draco watched the macabre scene and tried to think of a way to salvage the mess. If Sirius and Snape could not take down the wards, then they were trapped with no help. He stepped closer, watching his godfather rather than Sirius.
When Voldemort cast the spell, Valen began to wail. Draco trembled, clenching his fist at his child's anguish and his own anger. When the Dark Lord released the spell, Valen continued to cry.
"Take this!" Volemort snapped at Wormtail.
Wormtail twitched again and hurriedly moved forward, taking the baby like he didn't know what to do with it and holding him awkwardly.
Draco moved around closer to where Pettigrew held his son. Valen was thrashing in the man's hands, continuing to cry.
Wormtail threw nervous looks at Voldemort as Valen's cries echoed around the chamber. His hands shook as he tried to shush the baby, patting his back, moving him all around, even trying to muffle him with his robe, which, of course, only made Valen wail louder, his little face very red.
Voldemort scowled at Wormtail but then turned his attention to the men on the floor in front of him. "Black, did you kill my Nagini?" he hissed.
Sirius raised his head and seemed to think intently for a moment. "I don't even know what 'Nagini' is," he said.
Voldemort hissed. "Then why are you here?" he insisted.
"It would be rather stupid of me to tell you that," Sirius growled. "And so I think I'll keep it to myself."
"It was stupid of you to come here in the first place!" Macnair added.
Voldemort's eyes flashed at Sirius' tone."Yes, stupid, but I know he has a reason for being here," he said. "Severus? Do you know anything about this?"
The man on his knees stiffened as attention turned back to him. "I would assume that Potter sent him to retrieve his son," he answered, eyes still downcast.
"That is a probable assumption and avoids the question, doesn't it?" Voldemort replied. "Look at me, Severus."
The dark-haired man lifted his face to Voldemort, and the Dark Lord stared intently into his eyes, flicking his wand as he did so.
Draco nearly held his breath, hoping his godfather's skills held. Beside him, Valen was still crying, though not at loudly as before.
After a minute, Severus let out a relieved sigh as the Dark Lord sat back again.
"If Potter sent him, he would have a way to contact him," Macnair said. "Was he carrying anything?"
Rosier inclined his head to Voldemort again. "Besides his wand," he said, patting his own robe pocket, "he had this." He plucked the strap of the bag over his shoulder.
At a nod from Voldemort, Macnair stepped forward and took the bag, looking through it. He pulled out the silver hand and grinned. "Look what we have here," he said triumphantly.
Draco gritted his teeth and held his breath to stifle the groan. He should have left the hand with Harry.
"That belongs to Draco Malfoy," Roiser said. "It was all over the papers."
Sirius dropped his head again, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his hands.
"I remember," Macnair said.
"And you should have brought him directly to me when you had the chance!" Voldemort snapped at Macnair, who cringed.
Macnair set the arm down on the floor and continued to dig in the bag then. "Some potions and a mirror," he said.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed again. "Show me the mirror," he said lowly.
Wormtail's head snapped up quickly at that. "That's a two-way mirror!" he said excitedly, obviously desperate for any praise or positive attention.
Sirius growled and went for Wormtail, but Rosier flicked his wand and Sirius was screaming again and left panting when Rosier released the spell.
Valen began wailing again. "Quiet that thing!" Voldemort snapped.
Draco instinctively moved closer, hand clenched to keep himself from reaching for his son. Suddenly, Valen stopped crying and looked directly at his father.
Rosier and Nott looked over at Wormtail, raising eyebrows.
Wormtail looked confused, but pleased, obviously thinking he had done something to quiet the baby.
Draco froze, hoping his son didn't do anything else to give him away.
Voldemort nodded, and turned his attention back to the mirror. He held the mirror up to his face. "Harry Potter," he said to the image.
***
It looked like a sea of fireworks on the grounds of Hogwarts. It was dark until the spells lit up the night. Harry was not allowed to fight. He had been dragged up to one of the towers by Ron and Hermione so that he wasn't tempted, or even able to fight. He wanted to see it though. He had to see it. Harry couldn't make out individual faces or figures from this distance and he didn't know if he was frustrated by it or glad.
Fred and George had come out of the forest with a good number of Thestrals and Buckbeak, who, as Harry watched, someone was flying on, firing Patronus Charms at the Dementors to keep them away from their side. Harry didn't know where Hagrid was though, and was not in the fight to be able to ask the twins.
Both Ron and Hermione had eyes focused on the fight as well, standing close to each other and Harry.
And that was when Harry heard it.
"Harry Potter."
Hermione and Ron both jumped and looked at Harry.
A chill travelled down his spine. In the quiet where he, Ron, and Hermione were watching, the voice was clear and Harry knew it did not belong to Sirius or Draco. He clutched the window sill, bringing the mirror in his right hand up to his face, hoping and praying as he raised it that it would be his godfather or husband, but when he looked, there were those red eyes and he nearly dropped the glass square.
"Harry," Voldemort said, "it has been a long time since we've had a chance to talk."
Ron and Hermione looked terrified, Hermione's eyes filling with tears immediately.
Harry shook with anger and fear. "Where is Draco?" he asked.
Voldemort cocked his head and looked disappointed. "Black and Malfoy came to visit me," he said. "But it is you I would really like to see."
Sirius took a large breath and yelled, "Don't listen to him, Harry! They haven't got Draco! They don't have him!"
Rosier scowled and cast Cruciatus again.
Harry gasped as he heard Sirius' screams of anguish. "Stop!" he yelled at the mirror. "Stop it!"
Macnair nodded at Rosier to release the curse and then cast a Body-Bind on Sirius. Valen had started to cry again as well.
Draco's heart was pounding and he didn't dare do anything for fear that he would be discovered. He just hoped his lion didn't go charging off and do something stupid.
Voldemort frowned and turned back to the mirror. He held out his other hand, Summoning the silver construct to him and holding it in Harry's view. "Come talk with me, Harry," he said.
Harry's breathing sped up at the sight of Draco's silver hand. "Where is my son?" he asked in a shaky voice.
The child was still crying and Voldemort motioned for Wormtail to bring him closer.
Wormtail made his twitchy way over with the baby and Harry nearly roared in rage as the terrified cries grew louder.
The Dark Lord held the mirror up to the child's face. Valen saw Harry and began squealing and reaching for him. Voldemort pulled the mirror away and looked into it again.
Harry closed his eyes, knowing it was inevitable, but not wanting Voldemort to see his fear.
"If you want to see them while they are still alive," Voldemort said, "then come to me."
Harry's eyes flew open at that, alive with terrible rage. "How do I get there?" he asked, shaking more violently than ever. He heard Hermione's gasp, but he ignored it.
"We will open the Floo for this room," Voldemort said.
"What do I call it to get there?" Harry asked.
"Death's End," Voldemort said, and laughed.
Harry's lip curled, and without another word, he took the mirror away from his face and tore down the hall and to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Hermione gasped and ran after him.
"Harry, no, wait!" Ron yelled.
***
"Shall I go and retrieve the others, Master?" Rosier asked as if ready for a party.
"Yes," Voldemort replied, "we must have a proper welcome for Potter." The Dark Lord lifted his wand and flicked it. The fireplace across from the throne flared to life.
Rosier nodded and bowed himself out of the room.
Draco was shaking. Bloody foolish Gryffindor! He glanced over towards his wand. Valen whimpered and Draco tried to remember he'd promised to stand by their child. So he waited.